#i never know how to end posts smh

[limbel]

i'm not a big fan of the whole 'x fell first but y fell harder' discourse because i don't like the implication of one of them having more intense feelings than the other. what i do like, however, is 'cas fell first but dean realized it sooner' because that's exactly what happened in real life. in this essay i will

[triglycercule]

less of horrordust eating face and killer watches more of them mauling eachother. also killer watches

[gemkun]

@defiedlife said : The drinksmith watches from behind the bar counter, her eyes falling on one of the few humans to have passed by the Dreamjolt Hostelry in the last day or so—time blurring as it can in the dreamscape. From her pocket, she withdraws a folded letter, sealed with a bit of scrap wax borrowed from a recently opened bottle; remelted and stamped by a certain gambler’s ring. “Hey Doc,” she calls out, then lowers her voice upon drawing closer. “Your friend left this here for you. Said to give it to you after… Well, he said I’d know, and dreamscape gossip always finds its way to a drinksmith. If you want anything, it’s on the house.” With a faint sympathetic smile, she places the letter before Veritas and returns to her usual post, giving him ample space and privacy. Should the good doctor choose to read the letter, it is penned in a familiar curling, sloping, and artfully messy yet legible scrawl:

First of all, if you're reading this, thank Siobhan for me. I had a feeling she'd come through. As I write this, you're probably talking to that Family head on my behalf right about now. If you've really gone through with what we discussed…know that I forgive you, no matter what happens as a result. Don't worry; I'm used to it! In fact, I owe you my thanks for taking this gamble right along with me. I couldn't have trusted anyone else to do the same. I won't bore you with with some long-winded emotional spiel, but…it's been fun, Veritas. It's an honor and a pleasure to work alongside the great Veritas Ratio. If things go badly for me in the end and I lose this gamble, try not to miss me too much, okay? Ha… I bet you're rolling your eyes right about now after reading that. No matter what the final outcome is, I'm ready for it. I knew how things might end the moment I accepted this mission. It's a risk I have to take. I've always lived that way, y'know? This is no different than any other gamble I've ever made. Win or lose, I'm probably still not back in reality yet. If "Death" hasn't taken my body from the real world… Keep an eye on it for me, would you? Maybe I'll surprise you soon. If not, if I lose and don't come back at all... Say that prayer I taught you over what's left of me, if you wouldn't mind, and send me back home to Sigonia-IV if you can keep The Family and the IPC from disposing of me elsewhere. I'd appreciate it. Of course, you could also choose to burn this letter and forget about me entirely. I wouldn't blame you. Whatever you decide to do from here on... Thanks for everything you've already done, Veritas. I'll always love you. — Kakavasha

      ⸻       system   hours   ago   it   seems   ,   they   were   just   here.   present   in   the   vicinity   ,   where   he   had   observed   a   slumbering   individual   ,   tuckered   out   from   slamming   down   a   few   too   many   servings   of   soulglad.   though   ,   despite   his   practice   ,   it   wasn’t   necessarily   uncalled   for   —   considering   the   cascade   of   events   about   to   unfold   ,   catalysed   upon   their   departure.

  gaze   drifts   ,   casting   along   the   crevices   of   wooden   panels   ,   constructing   the   bench   of   the   rather   deserted   establishment.   an   element   that   is   beneficial   in   his   case.   for   he   desires   to   be   by   his   lonesome   ,   in   preparation   for   countless   ruminations   already   beset   in   an   unsettled   mind.

  attention   spears   suddenly   ,   exhibiting   from   the   outset   —   an   emergence   of   hostility   ,   purposed   to   dissuade   company.   until   it   softens   ,   dissipating   from   the   premise   of   her   mission.   for   the   sake   of   appearances   ,   he   brushes   his   disposition   aside   ,   luring   siobhan   to   account   it   to   his   weary   state.

  evident   ,   by   the   mere   nod   he   elects   for   ,   in   acknowledgement   of   her   relayed   message.   ❝   thank   you   ,   but   that   won’t   be   necessary.   ❞   it   is   a   simple   platitude   ,   but   one   he   utters   nevertheless   ,   despite   bearing   lacklustre   vocals.   fortunately   ,   the   role   of   a   bartender   prepares   the   envoy   for   a   myriad   of   characters    —   one   ,   being   the   detached   and   worn   scholar.

  time   ,   a   variable   that   had   been   in   limited   supply   ,   is   on   his   side   now   ,   as   he   regards   the   slovenly   missive.   there   are   plenty   of   details   veritas   notes   that   the   stoneheart   had   proceeded   to   accomplish   with   haste   —   from   the   misaligned   press   to   the   creases   in   stationery   ,   and   the   stark   composition   of   choice   ,   alongside   the   tucked   paper   in   its   interior.

  it   is   all   so   .   .   .   him.

  the   doctor   sighs   ,   with   an   air   of   displeasure   ,   and   perhaps   a   glimpse   of   relief.

  before   his   artful   portrait   reverts   to   its   former   expression   ,   in   its   neutral   structure.

  reined   in   ,   his   thumb   traces   the   envelope   and   its   length   ,   dipping   slightly   to   tear   at   fragile   material.   whether   or   not   he   carves   a   perfect   line   ,   is   not   his   concern   presently   ,   for   there   is   only   one   fate   after   his   eyes   gauge   the   contents   of   terrible   scrawls.   his   index   then   ,   unfolds   the   written   piece   ,   unveiling   recognisable   script.

  he   begins   to   read.

  .   .   .

  tch.

  were   he   present   ,   a   storm   was   awaiting   ,   circling   the   lectures   he   had   in   store   for   such   impetuous   exchange   of   information.   what   if   someone   had   managed   to   intercept   this   ?   ❝   even   when   you   are   absent   ,   you   manage   to   be   as   careless   as   ever.   damned   gambler   ,   when   will   you   learn   ?   ❞   he   mutters   under   his   breath   ,   with   a   lick   of   frustration.   luckily   ,   audibility   is   caught   before   it   can   disperse   ,   by   the   page   in   his   firm   grasp.

  tightened   ,   his   throat   becomes   suddenly.   for   the   validity   of   his   question   requires   a   factor   he   possesses   no   control   over.

  a   fact   veritas   doesn’t   want   to   dwell   on   ,   nor   consider   currently.

  so   ,   he   does   not.

  what   he   does   linger   on   ,   is   the   request.   a   noble   and   respectable   ask.   one   ,   the   mundanite   will   perform   without   question.   but   this   is   not   his   struggle   —   for   a   delegate   is   familiar   with   conducting   duties   expected   of   him   ,   and   carrying   out   associated   tasks.   he   is   not   ,   however   ,   acquainted   with   the   subject   ,   attached   to   its   conclusion.

  ❛    veritas.   i'll   always   love   you.

  —   kakavasha   ❜

  it   is   enough   to   elicit   a   sour   response   ,   indeed.   with   a   derisive   laugh   —   and   one   ,   not   alien   to   him.   perhaps   it   is   the   comical   aspect   of   this   farce   ,   or   perhaps   it   is   the   cruelty   leashed   to   the   occurrences   that   led   up   to   this   unprecedented   confession   ,   or   perhaps   it   is   the   fact   he   had   known.

  deep   down   ,   beyond   those   carefully   ,   cultivated   barricades   ,   past   his   security   measures.

  he   had   always   known.

  paper   crumples   ,   breaching   the   persisting   silence   for   an   instance   before   he   alights   from   his   stool   and   meanders   to   the   exit   of   the   dreamjolt   hostelry.   still   ,   crinkling   the   letter   as   he   braves   penacony   ,   with   an   inkling   of   animosity.

  it   is   out   of   safety   ,   that   he   sources   a   fire   in   the   land   of   dreams.   an   easy   feat   he   accomplishes   ,   inciting   flames   to   eat   the   tarnished   profession   ,   whereupon   the   dawn   feeds   it   ,   igniting   sparks   to   consume.   until   there   is   only   embers.   until   there   is   only   ash.

  until   there   is   nothing.

  but   in   the   wake   of   particulates   ,   whisked   by   the   wind   ,   there   is   only   one   thought   ,   prevalent   in   his   mind   as   he   examines   the   inferno.

  come   back   to   me   ,   gambler.

  don’t   you   know   ?

  .   .   .

  ah   ,   there   is   work   to   be   done.

[chibishortdeath]

So much happening in the world and in my personal life at once and I am completely unable to do anything about any of it. I am completely exhausted. I need to move out, but I can’t.

I’ve been stuck with a headache for a few months.

[lanayrutower]

i'm about to throw hands with this yt poll.

this is the zelda version of that twitter butch post to me.

[formulawolff]

✧˖° the little moments - t.w. ✧˖°

pairing: female! driver x toto wolff

summary: after a few weeks of seeing the team principal, you can’t help but post a few snapshots. after all, if no one can tell who he is, it won’t hurt. right?

a/n: i caved. perhaps i will posting some social media au content. i think it really just helps give some visuals since the reader is active on social media! the face claims are from various pinterest photos!

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goldengirl: maybe i’ll just stay here. forever.

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goldengirlforever: RUE, WHEN WAS THIS⁉️

f1fanboy282: and i was just planning our wedding today. smh.

alex_albon: 🤯

lilymhe: you’re telling me this is how we find out???

alex_albon: don’t worry, i’ll get the deets in the paddock for you ASAP

goldengirlforever: alex u rlly slay for that 💅🏻

danielricciardo: oh! 😀

dannyricfanpage: oh shit

f1luvrgirl: wait so ur tellin’ me that isn’t daniel?

danielricciardo: nope! not me!

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goldengirl: y’all are really goin’ feral rn in these comments.

lilymhe: because you’ve never mentioned this mystery man before! 🙄🤚🏻

goldengirl: isn’t this that the sole purpose of a soft launch? 🙄🤚🏻

f1hoetillidie: the girlies are fightinnnn 🍿

lilymhe: i promise we aren’t!!! i love her sm!!! she’s my pookie bear 🫶🏻

alex_albon: @lilymhe i thought i was your pookie bear 😢

lilymhe: @alex_albon ofc you are bby 😽

mercedesgirl172: why does that second pic kind of look like toto wolff….

totoslut: no because you’re right. i know my man & that rlly does look like him.

lewishamiltonfan9282: WAIT—

f1fan1989: they do follow each other…

hastalavistababy: and he liked the post…

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goldengirl added a posted to her story!

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goldengirl: and i will follow you into the dark

vettel08: wait a damn minute 🤨

smootheoperator: HELLO⁉️ mercedes liked the post⁉️

f1fanatic: there are rumors she’s signing with mercedes for 2025 and replacing lewis

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totoswife6272: ISN’T THIS MAN HAPPILY MARRIED? HOW MANY CHAPTERS DID WE MISS?

smoothoperator: fr i need susie to comment on all of this nonsense cause wtf

f1fangirly01: ummm.. he has kids too..

totoswife6272: now we def need susie to make a statement cause wtf

hastalavistababy: bruh someone needs to get this shit to the fia. surely that’s not ok.

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lilymhe: you guys are adorable!!! i wish ppl would just mind their business and be happy for you.

goldengirl: they don’t even know who this man is and they’re threatening to end my career lmfao

lilymhe: gotta love your fans! :’)

goldengirlforever: you guys are so cute!!! and to the rest of you… JAIL! 👹

justaninchident: toto literally just posted his wife & kids a few minutes ago. these ppl are reachinggggg

goldengirlforever: right!!! they’re just jealous or something!

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danielricciardo: as long as you’re happy 🫠

birdsofafeather: oh daniel :(

landonorris: don’t worry danny baby, you still have me <3

landostan4life: LANDO PLS—

alex_albon: when do i get to meet said mystery man? 🤨

goldengirl: one day, i promise

lilymhe: as long as i get to meet him before alex!!

goldengirl: hehehehe okie :)

williamsracing: we would also like to meet this mystery man!! @goldengirl you should bring him to the paddock one day! 👏🏻

alexandrasaintmleux: my heart!!! 🥹

[parkersbliss]

your instagram when dating spencer reid

inspired by @/happiesthotch @/hotchaways :)

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ssa(y/n) love his clown feet 🫶🏼

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spencephd love her baby feet ❤️

rossisrotini I didn’t know they could be nice to each other

→ jjareau she texted me after posting this and said he slam dunked her with a pillow

→ ms_emilyp @/ssa(y/n) use two exclamation points if you need help

→ ssa(y/n) HELP‼️‼️‼️‼️

→ agenthotch wheels up in 20, you heard her

d.morgan oh to see pretty boys feet

→ ssa(y/n) my eyes only 😡😡

→ spencephd im not sure how to feel about this

→ garciagirlie I could get you photos of lots of feet

→ agenthotch I think we need to have a talk about this

→ garciagirlie i meant my feet with fresh new nail polish* 😁

→ agentahotch 😐

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ssa(y/n) pov garcia & morgan are on the phone

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garciagirlie where’s my chocolate thunder

→ d.morgan right here baby girl 😏

→ spencephd we can’t escape them

→ ssa(y/n) but we can do worse ;)

→ ms_emilyp @/agentahotch do something about this

→ agenthotch no

rossisrotini I beg of you both to not become like them

→ spencephd now you’re just tempting us to do worse 🤷‍♂️

→ ssa(y/n) I await those glorious hands of yours, doctor

→ jjareau what have we started

→ ssa(y/n) ITS FOR A MASSAGE CHILL 😭

→ d.morgan could’ve fooled me tbh

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ssa(y/n) someone didn’t pass the physical fit test

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d.morgan is he looking for a trainer 👀👀

→ garciagirl no. never again with you.

→ spencephd literally leave

→ jjareau we’re doing just fine without you 😘

ms_emilyp reid looking to outrun his paperwork

→ ssa(y/n) more like reid running to catch some bitches

→ spencephd so I’m chasing after you?

→ ssa(y/n) 😡😡

agenthotch who’s not doing paperwork 🤨

→ rossisrotini exposed like the lazy kids you are

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ssa(y/n) got my bitch <3

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Spencephd 😐

→ ssa(y/n) notice how you didn’t correct me

→ spencephd can’t even tie her own shoes smh

→ ssa(y/n) LMAOOO that’s what you’re for SIMP

garciagirlie the love birds are at it again

→ jjareau love birds sounds more like enemies these days

→ d.morgan isn’t that the fun in it?

→ ssa(y/n) yes, he literally just threw the shoe at my face 😇

rossisrotini @/agenthotch got another case for ya

→ ms_emilyp that’s the sound of the police reid 🚨

→ spencephd you know statistically, it takes the police an average of 7 minutes to get to the scene. I could be long gone by then.

→ d.morgan I can hear him through my phone

→ spencephd :)

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ssa(y/n) candid of my favorite nerd 🤭

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spencephd I’ve been exposed 😟

→ ssa(y/n) wanna be exposed in a different way?

d.morgan looks like we got competition @/garciagirlie

→ garciagirlie 😏 been exposed for years to you baby

ms_emilyp 🤢 I’m moving back to london fr

→ jjareau take me with 🙏🏼🙏🏼

→ garciagirlie GIRLS TRIP

→ ssa(y/n) LETS GO

→ ms_emilyp not you ❤️

rossisrotini 🥂 cheers you two but keep it in your pants

→ ssa(y/n) hard to when he’s this fine 😫

→ spencephd actually die

agenthotch this is what we call a hostile work environment

→ d.morgan you weren’t even there for that hotch

→ agentahotch I have my ways

→ garciagirlie please don’t bring back such traumatizing memories

→ jjareau clearly we need to have this conversation again

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a/n finally got around to writing some criminal minds stuff 😫

[itsclydebitches]

I'm re-listening to TMA and I CANNOT get over the 180 Jon does in "Page Turner." We're four episodes in and the last three have been spent building up Jon as the cliched skeptic who takes a Rational™ approach to his supernatural job, thank you very much. Oh, you encountered a meat puppet trying to lure you into an alleyway? Sure you did, Mr. Drunk As a Skunk. My hometown is housing moaning coffins that dislike being used as coffee tables? Uh huh, says the self-identified drug addict. Oh, the woman who saw the Not!Them didn't have injuries severe enough to induce hallucinations? Alright, fine, but I'm sure there's some explanation for all this. I am Jonathan Stuffy Sims and I will NOT be cowed by a bunch of unverifiable superstitions.

So by now the listener is pretty used to this format. Creepy statement, skeptical Jon, just enough ambiguity to set up the eventual reveal that all this is true. We know how these stories go. Jon will get blindsided by the revelation in like... a season? Maybe two? Poor guy is gonna be so shocked, being a skeptic and all smh 😔

BUT THEN MAG4 slams in with the post-statement to end all post-statements. Jon comes out swinging and just fucking decks the listener with "If I never hear the name Jurgen Leitner again it will be too soon." Oh, you thought the ominous book collector would be news to him, something else to dismiss? SIKE. He already hates Leitner, all his homies hate Leitner, Leitner is an established Supernatural Threat and god dammit, I thought we'd already dealt with this back in 1994. What was Gertrude thinking? We need to stop the spread of evil ozone books immediately. I'm taking this up with Elias, I'm taking it to the TOP, because if we don't keep the clearly undead woman and her heat-averse son from spreading more fucked-up novels around we are all DOOMED. What's that? There was Sanskrit written on her flayed corpse? Oh, of course there was because organizing this archive wasn't ENOUGH of a challenge!!

And then in future statements Jon goes right back to, "The supernatural? I do not see it 😌"

All of which is WAY more fucked up and compelling than the traditional skeptic. Jon is a mess. Truly the most character of all time.

[chaepink]

mmmm imagine naga reader is doing smh at their desk with their tail hanging out the chair and izuku is horny so he just straight up starts humping the part of your tail that's on the floor

Impatient | sub!midoriya izuku

wc: 520+ words | masterlist

dom!naga!reader, begging, humping/rutting, degradation, reader is kinda mean/ignoring izuku in the beginning, ruined orgasm

note: exam over, felt like posting something

"Please [name]." You sigh, halting the pencil in your hand. Without turning around, you already know that your boyfriend is looking at you with pleading eyes.

"I'm busy, sorry baby. Now be a good boy and be patient till I'm done, okay?" You continue writing, ignoring the soft whines coming from him.

Normally he's a good boy and would be patient but today is different. After being busy with hero work for the last few days—weeks even— he's extremely horny for some physical touch. Your touch specifically.

"But [nameeeeeee]," he begs "I'm horny-" You abruptly turn around and give him a glare that sends shivers down his spine. You pretend to not notice the tent in his pants becoming even more obvious either.

"Baby, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm busy. I promise to get to you after I'm done okay?" You turn around and he huffs. Then an thought pops up in your head.

"If you're really that horny babe," you joke, "go ahead and hump on my tail." You add on by swaying your tail a little, knowing that your boyfriend is watching your every move.

Minutes pass and you hear nothing from him so you assume he fell asleep. But then you hear steps heading towards you and before you could say anything, something heavy sits on your tail and begins moving.

Your breath catches against your throat. You really didn't think he would take you seriously. Turning where your tail lays, you're met with a fantastic view.

Red, blushing, and eyes rolled back to his skull, there was midoriya rutting against your tail as fast as he could.

His pants were nowhere and the only thing covering his cock was some thin underwear that showed the outline of it with a damp spot on top.

You curse under your breath. Holy shit did you not expect that. Though you did joke about it, you never thought midoriya would be bold enough to actually accept the offer.

A choked moan escapes him as he starts to go faster and faster on your tail. You can't help but move your tail in order to help him, making a mewl leave his mouth as he ruts against the tail at an even faster pace.

"please ah!- please please fuck-"

"such a fucking slut aren't you." Another loud moan. He nods eagerly. He doesn't even try to deny it.

"yes! o-only for you!" He starts babbling as the pleasure gets too much and you start moving your tail even faster. He's not even moving himself anymore, only letting your tail do all the work as he sits there all dumb and pretty.

"gonna cum please-!" And then you stop. He whines and starts moving on his own, wanting- no- needing to chase his orgasm. But then you pull out your tail from under him, making an even louder whine leave him as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. You click your tongue.

"don't worry baby, I'm done with you. Especially not when you oh so misbehaved earlier." He gulps but you swear the tent in his underwear grows. Fucking slut.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[stars-tonight]

Hello there 🫶🏻 I love your blog. I saw your post about requests, could I request something cute with Kenma x fem reader please? I'm a shy gamer like him, I'd really love if you could write something about a cute night in together playing video games. Feel free to ignore this request. I hope life is good for you right now. Thank you and bye bye 💕

MERMAID RUGS, GAMER RAMEN (FT. KOZUME KENMA)

synopsis: you and kenma bond over video games, from your first meeting to the confession. shy!reader, pre-timeskip, strangers to friends to lovers, first love, kind of slow burn, reader is fukurōdani’s manager

word count: 4344 (easily the longest fic i've ever written, actually what have i done smh)

being fukurōdani’s manager is fun. you had originally signed up because volleyball looked fun--and as you learn more about the sport, you realize it is fun. it took you a long time to get out of your shell, but the team had been very kind and welcoming to you. they’re like your older brothers--you’re a first year, and it’s nice to be friends with the older seniors.

weekend playdays against other teams in the fukurōdani academy group are the best. nearly every saturday morning, the team hops on a bus and drives to another school, or sometimes fukurōdani is the host school. for two days, the teams in the league play against and train with each other, eating and sleeping near the host school. you don’t usually go anywhere that isn’t school or home, so it’s extra fun being able to travel to different schools. you’ve only done it four times so far, but it’s quickly become one of your favorite parts about managing the team.

this weekend, you’re travelling to nekoma high school for the first time. the nekoma and fukurōdani teams are actually pretty friendly with each other--a friendly rivalry, if you will--but you’ve never talked to anyone from another team. they’re all tall, and scary, and sometimes rowdy. you prefer to keep your distance.

~

at the end of the first day, bokuto kōtarō’s energy is only about half spent. he nearly always stays behind after regular practices to run some more quicks with akaashi. you sometimes stay to help out; bokuto always asks, and you find it hard to say no to that puppy dog face. but akaashi’s always there for you; if you’re stressed and need to go home, he always somehow knows and makes sure you take care of yourself. you appreciate him more than he could ever know.

today is one of those days where you’re happily staying behind to help. bokuto had been blocked by nekoma’s captain today, and he’s been sulking ever since, determined to practice his hits until he’s certain that nobody can block them.

it’s almost an hour after training officially ended when bokuto finally stops his relentless practice. he and akaashi are both drenched in sweat. “food break!” bokuto declares. “then more practice.”

more practice? it’s nearly nine p.m., you think to yourself in disbelief. akaashi echoes your thoughts: “bokuto-san, we should go back and rest now,” he says calmly. “besides, if you eat and then come back to exercise, you’ll get an upset stomach.”

“but i’m hungry,” bokuto whines. “and i want onigiri.”

akaashi sighs. his eyes meet yours, and a mutual understanding passes between you.

at the start of the camp this morning, someone had said there would be snacks available in the sports director’s office, which isn’t far from the primary gymnasium. you manage to find your way there, but you stop short when you realize someone else is in the room. it’s the tall middle blocker from nekoma. the captain. the one who blocked bokuto today. he often stays for extra practices with bokuto and akaashi; you had been wondering why he wasn’t here today. kuroo, you think his name is.

he looks at you and grins. “hey, [y/n]-chan,” he says cheerfully. “come for a late night snack too?”

you don’t know how to answer. you nod shortly, then spot the small refrigerator, opening it and taking an onigiri out of the package. “is that for you?” kuroo asks curiously.

“no, it’s for bokuto-san,” you say quietly.

his eyes widen a little, and then his mouth opens and he laughs loudly. “so you do talk! i owe kenma that thousand yen now. you were so quiet, i thought you didn’t know how to talk.”

you fight back a sigh, unsurprised that kozume kenma, the quiet yet observant setter for nekoma, was the one who had bet on you being able to talk. “i can talk. and i thought you usually do extra practice with bokuto-san and akaashi-san.”

he chuckles. “yeah, but kenma had a chemistry project he needed help on. technically it was due yesterday, so i deemed him to be in desperate need of help. he’s a little hungry now--the little pudding head--so i came to get food.”

due yesterday! you can’t even fathom the idea of turning in assignment late. you’d stay up all night if it meant getting homework done.

you suddenly realize that kuroo is saying something else to you: “i’ll bet that owl-face is mad i blocked him today. you can go back and tell him i’ll do it again tomorrow. in fact, i’ll do it twice tomorrow.”

you almost laugh at this stupid rivalry between friends. “i will. good night, kuroo-san. don’t sleep too late.”

~

sunday morning passes normally. by noon, you’re starving. lunchtimes are the quietest, and it’s always been this way. players from different schools sit together at benches and on the grassy hills. the managers have their own table, but you don’t know any of them well enough to go ask if you can sit with them. after casting a doubtful glance over at the tables, you take your food and quietly go to sit on a hill, the same as you always do. you’re not upset by it or anything; your level of calm and quiet can be restrictive and unapproachable for some, and you understand this perfectly. you’re content to eat alone.

but then you’re not alone anymore. someone sits down next to you. you spare a sideways glance to see that it’s kozume, his nose buried in his gaming console, which you recognize as a nintendo 3ds. you sit in silence for several minutes before kozume speaks: “thanks.”

hm? you blink and turn to quickly look at him. “for what?”

“i’m a thousand yen richer now because of you.”

“oh.” you let out a small chuckle as you remember kuroo delighting over the fact that you can talk. you look at his console curiously. “do you really like video games? which one’s your favorite?” you love a good video game, although barely anyone knows this.

he hesitates, before nodding, not looking at you. “i like this one. it’s called animal crossing.” he tilts the console a little so you can see. on screen, a little cartoon human is walking around what looks to be a beach.

you nod, recognizing the name: animal crossing is extremely popular, but you’d never played it before. you silently watch as kozume’s character walks around on screen, picking up various items like seashells. he notices you watching and speaks hesitantly. “do you . . . do you want to try?”

your eyes widen. “uh. . .” you shift a little closer to him, hugging your knees to your chest shyly. “sure. . .”

he hands the console over to you, which is surprising. you put your pointer finger on the direction pad and press on it, unsure how to play the game.

kozume lets out a sound that appears to you like a breathy chuckle. “here.” he leans closer too, your heads almost brushing, and helps you move the character around the screen. you lean in, eyes wide, as you take in every animated object on screen. the rave about animal crossing isn’t for nothing, you think. this game looks awesome. you watch as kozume’s character picks up a seashell. you hand the console back to kozume, letting out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

“thanks,” you say softly, mildly relieved you didn’t die and ruin his game. “looks fun.”

he nods. “i can show you how to set up your own game, if you have your own ds console.”

“i do,” you admit. you had brought it with you, in fact. “i have it in my bag.”

the corners of his lips tug up into what can only be described as a smile. “we don’t have time this weekend, but i can show you how to play next time. there’s supposed to be a new version coming out in november.”

you nod, another question piquing at your thoughts. “why. . .” you trail off, but kozume silently waits for you to continue, so you do. “why did you come over here? you usually don’t talk to anyone besides kuroo-san.”

he shrugs, then is quiet for a long time. you’re starting to think that a shrug is all the answer you’re going to get, but then he speaks, so quietly you have to strain to hear. “kuroo said i should. he said we were very similar.”

similar? you frown to yourself, tilting your head as you pondered. oh.

kuroo had been looking out for his friend. kozume couldn’t have much of a social life, you figure, although it doesn’t even appear like he wants one. but he’s going to have to talk to people sooner or later, and the former seems to be the case here as kuroo approaches graduation. and kuroo knew how quiet you are. maybe he’s also trying to help you out by sending you someone you’d hopefully connect with. you suddenly feel a new wave of respect for the nekoma captain. at least he meant well.

still, kozume’s response doesn’t give you the best peace of mind. “you didn’t have to talk if you didn’t want to. if you want to focus on your game, i won’t bother you anymore.”

“i didn’t say that. i don’t do anything i don’t want to. besides. . .”

his gaze shifts to you, golden eyes studying you for a few seconds before turning back to his game. “you’re nice.”

~

the next time you have a weekend training camp with the other teams in the fukurōdani academy group, you bring your gaming console. you hadn’t stopped thinking about kozume since last time, and you hoped he still remembered--and was planning on upholding--his promise about showing you how to play animal crossing. sure, you could always teach yourself, but you wanted an excuse to talk to kozume again. he had been really nice and easy to talk to.

luckily for you, he seemed to remember his promise too. at lunch on saturday, he takes the initiative to sit next to you on the hills again, although not before a lot of hesitation and a timid “can i sit here?”

he first shows you how to set up your character. the game is easy enough to pick up, and halfway through his demonstration kozume seems to realize that you know a lot about video games--he actually looks you in the eye and gives you a little smile here. “seems fun,” you say, as he wraps up his little demonstration speech.

“it is,” he says. “there’s no clear objective, it’s just a lot of playing and collecting items. you use those items to craft furniture. i don’t actually like most of the pieces, but i collect all of them to get complete sets. and the villagers will need certain items to be crafted before you can invite them to your village.”

you lean closer as he scrolls through his furniture collection. “that’s pretty,” you say as your gaze catches on a specific item. you point at it to show him.

kozume stops his scrolling. “the mermaid rug?” he tilts his head. “yeah, i guess so. it’s part of the mermaid series.”

“does it take a lot of items to craft furniture?”

“depends. bigger pieces take more items. the rug cost a few sand dollars and a pearl, along with the standard bells. the sand dollars are easy to find, but the pearl is a bit rarer. and some series are only available during certain times or seasons--i think the season for the mermaid series if over. depending on the item, the time it takes to craft will also be different.”

oh. that’s okay. you’re fine with being patient, you do it enough with some of the other games you play. “here, add me,” kozume says. “i can send you stuff this way. and little notes.”

so you do. and just like that, kozume becomes your first friend on animal crossing, and your best friend in real life.

~

“that was cold, kenma!” you laugh as the two of you share a high five. “lying to that person and luring them out into a trap? i never realized you were so strategic.”

he shrugs, but you can see a little smirk tugging at his lips. “that player was too trusting. that makes them an easy target.”

you shake your head. you are, in no way, bad at video games. but you have a lot to learn from kenma. “you’re so different when you’re playing games,” you say. “you’d never be this bold in real life.”

he thinks about it for a few seconds, then shrugs. “i guess so. have you made that mermaid rug yet?”

“mermaid rug?” you frown at his abrupt subject change, before realizing what he’s talking about. “oh. no. i don’t think they’re bringing that series back, i looked it up online.”

“oh.” he frowns a little. “i’m sorry.”

“no, that’s okay.” you smile a little, though you’re secretly actually really disappointed that you can’t have the mermaid rug. “anyway, how do you do it?” you ask curiously. “i always feel bad hurting others when i play games.”

he shrugs. “the objective of the game is to win, right?” he says. “that means it’s every player for themself. if you want to win, you can’t be hung up on making friends through the game. you’ll never meet these people in real life, you’ll probably never play with them again. it’s easy enough to do. sometimes it just takes some guts. a lot of things in life take guts.”

you look at him admiringly. “are you talking about volleyball?” you tease.

he scowls. “no.”

~

“no tears, kenma? not even a little?” kuroo pretends to cry. “your best friend is leaving you and you can’t even be bothered to cry?”

kenma stares at him, a deadpan expression in his eyes. “i don’t cry,” he says flatly. he’s still clutching his console tightly in one hand, however, and there’s a tightness in his face that tells you he’s as close to crying as he ever will be.

kuroo sighs. “take care of him for me, [y/n],” he says to you. “make sure he stays on top of his studies. don’t stay up all night playing video games with him again--don’t think i don’t know you guys do that. make sure he eats, drinks enough water, doesn’t slack off at practice--”

“i know, kuroo-san,” you say. “don’t worry. i’ll keep kenma alive and functioning.”

kenma scowls a little at the two of you. “i can take care of myself, you know.”

“yeah, yeah, of course you can. but it makes your captain feel a lot better knowing you have [y/n].” kuroo winks at the two of you--why can you feel your face heating up?--and stands up straight, looking handsome and put-together in his traditional japanese hakama.

you smile up at kuroo. “thanks for everything, kuroo-san.” it had been him who introduced you to your best friend, and he himself had helped you a lot with your studies as well. he was a really good guy. you were going to miss him, just like you knew kenma would.

kuroo smiles proudly at you. “same to you, [y/n]. go conquer the world for me, all right? even better if you can drag this pudding head around with you while you do it.”

~

“do you want water? food?” is the first thing kenma asks when you arrive at his house.

“no, thank you,” you say. “i got food on the way here.”

he frowns a little. “you can eat here, you know,” he says. “you don’t have to spend money on food.”

“i wouldn’t want to burden you.” you follow kenma as he leads you to his room. you often took the train over to kenma’s house after school and your respective practices ended. you would study together, even though kenma is a grade above you. the two of you more often ended up playing video games together anyway.

“it’s not a burden. my parents are happy enough that i have a friend i’m willing to have over. how far are you in animal crossing now?” kenma asks curiously as you set your bag down. “did you get my gift?”

he had sent you another gift yesterday. you’re his only friend on animal crossing--you checked--and you often sent gifts back and forth to each other. “yeah,” you say. you don’t play animal crossing as often as your other games, but you open it on occasion to interact with kenma.

“what game do you want to play today?” kenma opens his fridge--you’re still shocked, though not surprised that he has a mini fridge in his room for energy drinks--and pulls out his favorite caffeinated drink.

you shake your head. “kenma, you gotta stop drinking so much caffeine. it’s not good for you. and you should be doing your homework. i know you have a calculus exam tomorrow. have you even started studying?”

he stares at you. “who are you and what have you done with [y/n]?” he asks. “who are you to lecture me on studying?”

“i’m done with my work, kenma,” you say. “and i’m not the one who’s failing two classes.”

he scowls a little. “did you come here just to lecture me about school? because you can leave if that’s the case.”

you sigh, rubbing your temples. “i care about you, kenma,” you say.

he freezes. “what?”

“what?” you crease your eyebrows, looking up at him and realizing with a start that his face is tinted pink. “did i say something?”

he looks down. “no,” he mutters. “let’s just get started. i’ll do my work, okay? will that make you happy?”

you sigh again. “yes, kenma. that’d make me happy.”

he takes out his workbook, a little pout on his face--you don’t think he realizes it’s there, but it’s adorable regardless. “there are caffeinated ramen noodles now,” he says suddenly. “especially for gamers. it’s going really viral.”

“don’t even think about it, kenma.”

~

you don’t know why you’re so distraught.

it’s the end of another school year, meaning another graduation, meaning another one of your friends gone. but this time, it’s different.

kenma looks almost cute in his hakama. wait, what? you blink hard, shaking your head to rid yourself of the thought. kenma’s your best friend, and only your best friend.

“are you crying?” kenma stares at you, a little frown on his face. “what’s there to cry about?”

“i’m not crying, kenma!” you protest, furiously wiping away your tears.

he sighs, stepping forward and brushing your tears away with his fingers. “don’t cry, [y/n]. you have my phone number. i’m not going anywhere far or fancy for university. i’ll still send you stuff on animal crossing. we’ll play video games every night if it makes you happy.”

you shake your head, sniffling a bit. “what will you do in uni?” you ask. “how will you make any friends? you’ll be so sad and alone.”

he lowers his gaze, and it’s only when you see his shoulders shaking that you realize he’s laughing. it’s a quiet laugh, but you cherish the sound regardless. this must be what an angel’s laugh sounds like, you think to yourself.

“enough of that, [y/n],” he says gently, patting your head. “i’m not completely useless. i’ll join a video games club or something.”

“you’re such a liar!” you complain. “don’t laugh at me. i’m worried about you.”

he sobers up, stepping closer and taking your hands in his. “don’t worry,” he says softly. “i’ll be fine. you take care of yourself too, okay? drink water. eat food. don’t stay up all night playing video games.”

his hands are soft and cool. “you sound just like kuroo-san,” you say, sniffling. “but it’s stupider when you say it. don’t think i don’t know you’re going to buy those gamer ramen noodles as soon as i don’t have my eyes on you.”

he rolls his eyes. “they’re good, [y/n],” he says defensively. “and they actually work.”

“kenma! you tried them?”

he sighs, dropping your hands. “. . . i tried them.”

“kenma!”

“okay, okay.” he gives you a sarcastic little salute. “i won’t do it again. promise. will you stop crying?”

you blow your nose into a handkerchief that he hands you. “take care of yourself at university, kenma,” you say, your voice shaking a little. “i’ll miss you.”

he brushes some hair out of your face, a gentle smile on his own. “i’ll miss you too.”

and that was the moment you realized that you are hopelessly in love with kozume kenma.

~

you feel so lonely.

you’ve spent so much time with kenma the last two years that you hardly realized you didn’t make any other friends. and now that kenma’s gone, you’re alone. you talk everyday through text, sure, and you play video games for hours into the night. but it’s not the same as being with kenma.

it’s been almost two months since the start of your third year. you should be focusing on your studies. and you are; your grades have never slipped. but it’s been getting harder and harder to focus when all you can think about is how much you miss kenma.

you’ve never stopped loving him. you don’t think you ever will stop loving him. you miss him so much it hurts. but you could never tell him this. kenma has never given anyone a second look. he’s never liked anyone. and why would he like you, anyway? you’re great friends. that’s all you could ask for. but you still feel so lonely.

your phone buzzes. you let out a tired groan, rolling over on your bed. fumbling, you grasp your phone and check the message.

when’s the last time you played ac? i’m back from uni on break and just realized. you usually send me gifts back, but i’ve sent you fifteen this past month and nothing’s happened. are you okay?

kenma’s back! your face subconsciously breaks out into a huge smile. you’d have to go over to his house in the next couple of days to say hi. then you read his message again.

animal crossing! your eyes widen. it’s true, you haven’t played in a while. every time you open up the game, you can only remember those nights in the past when you and kenma stayed up for hours playing with each other. it hurt, so you eventually just stopped playing.

yeah, sorry, you text back. just been busy.

kenma responds quickly. you should check your mailbox. items will disappear if you don’t accept them in time.

so for the first time in nearly a month, you open up animal crossing. immediately, you’re flooded with notifications. you collect all the items in your mailbox, send kenma some gifts in return, and then you notice there’s a new item in your post office. a few clicks later, a note pops up, and an item is included with it.

it’s a mermaid rug. your eyes widen as you gasp softly. you only have one friend in the game, so there’s only one person this note could have been from. but why would kenma gift you the mermaid rug? he knows you love it, but why now decide to give it to you?

you look at the note. what you read sends you reeling, your heart skipping a beat as you nearly drop the phone.

it’s only six words, but those six words will change your life forever.

[y/n], i like you so much.

kenma’s house is only about a thirty minute subway ride from yours. you’ve been to his house so many times you could walk the route in your sleep. you practically run through the subway station and launch yourself onto the train. your leg jiggles impatiently as you count the stops: three left. then two. then one.

you burst through the subway doors, tearing through the station and up the stairs into the streets. your feet carry you all the way to kenma’s house. your heart is racing, your face flushed and your hands starting to sweat as you reach the familiar, charming little house. you hesitate at the front door.

“sometimes it just takes some guts. a lot of things in life take guts.”

the sound of you knocking on the door has barely faded away when kenma opens it. his eyes widen when he sees you standing at his front door. “[y/n]?” he asks, a rare emotion in his voice. “what are you doing here?”

his face is pink. your heart races as your mouth opens, then close again.

“[y/n]?” his eyebrows crease a little in concern. “are you okay?”

now or never. you take a deep breath. “i like you too,” you blurt out.

he blinks, frozen. you bite your lip nervously, shifting your weight from foot to foot. the seconds tick by, and you feel your face heating up.

he smiles a little at you, leans forward, and gently presses his lips to your cheek. it’s fleeting--you can sense he gets nervous halfway through and pulls away.

“i’m glad,” he says gently, taking your hand in his. “come in? we can play some games like we used to. unless you’re too busy studying to play games now.”

you shake your head, a grin spreading across your face. you lace your fingers through kenma’s and squeeze his hand. “i’m never too busy for a video game.”

“good.” he smiles at you. “i’ve been trying the new flavors of gamer ramen that have been coming out. the original are still the best, but the seafood one is good too. a bit heavy on the caffeine, but--”

he breaks off as he notices you staring at him. “what?”

“kenma!” you frown. “you’ve been eating gamer ramen noodles!”

he chuckles a little, ducking his head sheepishly. “is this a bad time to admit that i’ve been having them with energy drinks?”

“kenma!”

A/N: hi anon! i only have the mobile version of animal crossing so i might have some inaccuracies in gameplay. but anyway i did work really hard on this and i hope you like it and it does well! i know it isn't exactly what you requested but i lowkey got carried away lol

lightly inspired by @kageyamatobiyogurt

[elihashadenough]

Pairing: max verstappen x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

Summary: sometimes things go right in the moment but will they always be right? can they survive through the hardships of love? can their love hold the test of a treacherous path of love?

a/n: part 7 is here, sorry if the upload was later then i usually post, i hope its longer than the previous one, i've been a little busy with some things and exams but here it is now. I hope this makes up for the short fic and disappearing for the past few weeks, been really invested in the races ngl :)

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated.

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maxverstappen1: thank you for all the love you have given me @ynln-official. Can’t wait to make more memories to cherish. Love you, max

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ynln-official: love you so so much (heart emoji)         maxverstappen1: love you more

mickschumacher: so proud of you both, always have your back :)         ynln-official: thank you for always being there (never thought of you as someone sentimental *wipes tears*)         mickschumacher: don’t even

danielriccardo: oh we will be feeling like third wheels soon            landonorris: tell me about it            maxverstappen1: you two are acting like you weren’t already third wheeling

user63: get yourself someone who gets you flowers when you feel down people user37: facts!!

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ynln-official: 2 years together and your smile still has the same effect it did on day one, though we have known each other for longer than I can even remember but the memories we have made through them, I’ll always cherish them. I can’t wait to love you till the end of times (heart emoji) but that doesn’t hide the fact that we were outed, yes we technically work in the media but still it doesn’t give any news site or person to publish an article about someone’s relationship  no matter their sexuality. Outing someone (in any setting) is not acceptable should they be a public figure (adult or not) or a normal person. People should seriously be taught how to act like actual decent human beings in school at this point. Though I do want to say thank you for all the love everyone has shown both max and I, all the messages and comments of support meant a lot :)

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maxverstappen1: I love you so much that charles gave me ‘if you hurt my friend’ talk again         ynln-official: that’s Charles for you, you know (shrug emoji)         charles_leclerc: you are still not off the hook max

user86: you tell them y/n!!! so proud of you

landonorris: I thought this was for max why is this making me tear up          georgerussel: in the same boat as you mate          maxverstappen1: and just imagine how I am right now

user57: this is serious??!! Watch them shove it in our faces now smh       user82: not so kindly fuck off dude        *liked by ynln-official*

user30: god the pictures they have used of each other... makes me feel single as hell       user13: them holding hands it’s just ahhhh

{a small snippet}

You opened the fridge to pull out vegetables for the stir fry, you could hear max in the other room working on something. With the vegetables now washed you grab the cutting board and knife to start cutting them up while the chicken defrosted, light music playing in the background as your focus was on the vegetables until someone’s arms wrapped around you making you smirk knowing it was max “I thought we were supposed to cook together” max says as he rested his chin on your shoulder “you were working and dinner was getting late so…” you said turning around in his arms to face him “well what are you making?” he asks as he picks up a green capsicum “just a stir-fry with rice…easy and quick” you say as you turn around again and begin cutting again, you don’t hear a response from him but max putting a wine glass on the counter and you hear a pop , you look at him with an eyebrow raised, he just looks at you before pouring the wine in the glasses “to us telling the world…and to our love” you couldn’t help but laugh a little before raising your glass and take a sip “I love you” you say as max smiled and kissed you softly “I love you too. Now what can I do to help you my love” he asks as he looks at the chicken “anything but the chicken” you shake your head and move from your spot “cut the vegetables” you say as you laugh “be careful of the knife” you add max’s hand touches the blade “I know how to use a knife y/n” he says “yet you are scared of raw chicken”

Light touches and laughter surrounded the two of you for the rest of the night. Though both of you knew the hate would be inevitable but right now nothing mattered to either of them except each other.

i haven't proof read this so if there were any mistakes, i'm sorry. But i hope you all enjoyed this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️

tagging: @leosxrealm, @miloformula123fan, @woozarts @eugene-emt-roe

[triglycercule]

im on vacation how can i make this about the murder time trio. mtt fresh out of a flight and the minute that they leave the airport dust stops horror and killer for the smoke break. because being around a smoker is like that. and while horror is dying and coughing from the cigarette smoke and killer is pretend coughing to make dust feel terrible theyre both simultaneously roasting the shit out of dust for being such an addict smoker. cancer speedrun GO says horror. refreshing his signature smell says killer. dust just glares at them and blows smoke in their face (horror literally takes damage he's at 0.7 HP)

[buckysgrace]

10. I miss you, I’m sorry

Broken Hearts Club

Steve Harrington x reader

An early post since I accidentally deleted the last chapter smh.

Steve comes to see you.

Steve

The last few weeks had been dull as a gloomy cloud had settled over him, storming and thundering as the lonely feeling caught hold of him. He hated this feeling, but there was no way to get rid of it. He was too bitter to talk to you, still betrayed over how you had lied to him.

“You look awful.” Robin spoke up, shaking the tip jar around again. He had a feeling she was trying to get a rise out of him, but it wasn’t going to work. Not today.

“Thanks.” He replied dryly as he continued to scrub the counter clean, irritated that today had to be such a slow day. Where were all the kids? Probably enjoying the pool like the traitors they were.

“Why don’t you just talk to her?” She asked in frustration, holding her hands out like she didn’t understand. He shook his head, not in the mood to see you at the moment.

“I’ve already spoken to her,” He grumbled, “There’s nothing more to say.” He said, seriously debating about scooping himself out some ice cream. He hadn’t seen you since your last talk, had refused to drive past your house or look at the stall where you worked. Ignoring you was easier, even if he still caught wind of some things.

“I don’t think that’s true.” She told him softer this time around. He snorted, figuring she had to be tired of talking about you too. He couldn’t escape you in his dreams either. It was frustrating, like karma had finally caught up with him.

“Good thing you don’t know everything.” He smarted back, dropping his rag in frustration. No matter how hard he scrubbed at the counters they remained sticky.

“What she did was shitty,” She agreed with him, “But I don’t think she’s a terrible person. You said she was going to tell you, right?” She questioned again, crossed her arms as she leaned against the counter. He sighed.

“Only because her friend was going to tell me.” He repeated the bitter truth, still wondering why you couldn’t just tell him. He didn’t think he was that scary, or shitty. But maybe he still was the asshole from school.

“She’s nice,” She said a second later, “I don’t think that’s completely true.” She nodded her head softly, making him irritated at the way she was siding with you. She was his friend, not yours.

“So I should just forgive her?” He asked with a little laugh, already knowing that he couldn’t do that. At least he thought he couldn’t.

“You should talk to her,” She reasoned with him, giving her head a little shake, “Why are you being so stubborn?” She rested her hands on her hips, mirroring his actions.

“I don’t want to go through another breakup,” He grumbled, “She’s going off to college soon anyways.” He dropped his hands in annoyance again, figuring that would be the end of it. You’d be somewhere else. Much happier. You’d probably find someone else too, but that thought didn’t linger well with him.

“So that’s it?” She questioned him, “You never want to see her again?” She asked as she reached out, giving his shoulder a little push. He grumbled as he pushed her away.

“I never said that,” He sighed, “It’s just complicated.” He stated at last, not wanting to bring up the fresh wounds again. Daybed he would talk to you later, but he didn’t want to think about you right now.

“You don’t have much time left,” She reminded him, “You should talk to her before it’s too late.” She added a second later, making him nod his head as he thought about it. You would be leaving for college soon. Far away, all the way to Chicago. You were leaving this small town for some big city.

“I guess.”

“And get us some more of that banana bread,” She added a second later, “That was really good.” He mumbled along as he thought about how they had devoured it between a shared joint.

He thought about you the rest of his shift and not in his usual mopey way. He took a lot of time considering how the past few weeks had been and if he wanted to keep up like this. He was sure he could eventually pick up the pieces, just as he had with Nancy. But something about you was different. You had always been mingled through his life in some manner and it felt wrong to just lose you completely.

But he was hurt. He couldn’t deny that, even if it was over some dumb bet. Or prank. Whatever it had been. It was immature of you, but that wasn’t the part that hurt him the post. It was the lies. He didn’t understand how you could be with him for so long and keep such a big secret and then be afraid to tell him the truth. None of that made sense to him.

Despite being so hurt, he took pity on you and the way you were pumping your legs furiously to work your bike up over the hill. The summer sun was high in the sky, the air wet and dry. It was a miserable day to be outside. Something about it made him feel soft inside, bitter as he recalled the memories.

He slowed down as he approached you, watching the way you were trying to make your way towards the top of the hill. Part of him wished that he could say that you deserved to be out in the hot heat, but he only felt bad instead.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked as he came to a halt, rolling his window down as your eyes snapped towards him in surprise.

“Oh,” You stalled, “My house is right there.” You pointed out, as if he didn’t know where you lived. His eyes drifted over your shorts for a second too long, heart aching at the worry that you had moved on just fine without him.

“Maybe you can come over and we can talk.” He replied at last, feeling like there was a weight being lifted off of his chest. Your eyes scanned his features for a moment, like you were trying to determine if this was a joke or not.

“Okay,” You breathed out deeply, blinking at him, “Are you sure?” You paused as you glanced down the road, checking for traffic before you pulled yourself off of your bike seat.

“Positive,” He said as he put the car in park, then hopped out to grab your bike, “Why aren’t you driving?” He asked you, recalling how he had seen your car not too long ago.

“Oil change,” You replied sheepishly, “My grandpa is doing it today.” You rubbed your palms over your arm, watching closely as he squeezed your bike into the trunk. Just enough room.

The short ride to his house was quiet, tense as you continually moved your hands across your knees and arms. You were nervous, that much was obvious.

“You can come in,” He chuckled softly, even though he felt just as awkward, “I won’t bite.” He replied as he held the door open, watching as you shimmied your way inside. He hated how the two of you had taken several steps back.

He walked to the fridge, reminded that he desperately needed to head to the grocery store again. He ignored that though, instead reaching for two cans of Coke. He passed one to you, watching the delicate way you opened it.

“Did you read my letter?” You asked at last, bringing the can up to your lips as your eyes fleeting met his. He chewed on his bottom lip, knowing that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

“I did,” He told you softly, “You have a way with words. You should be a poet.” He said seriously. Your words were stunning, beautiful. He wanted to read more of your thoughtful sentences. Even if they sort of rambled at times.

“Right,” You snorted, “But did I explain myself well?” You asked as you furrowed your eyebrows together. He knew what you were really asking. He just didn’t know the full answer to that yet. But he had missed you. Even with all the hurt, he still wanted you. He’d always wanted you.

“I just don’t know why you couldn’t trust me.” He replied at last, not liking the bitter taste that filled his mouth as the words rolled off of his tongue. But it was the truth. He needed to know why.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” You promised, “That part was killing me. I figured you’d probably understand. But I didn’t want to be the one that caused the issues.” You shook your head, laughing a little bit.

“It blew up in your face.” He replied, trying to bite back his own smile. Even if he was supposed to be mad at you, something about this felt so natural. He could argue with you for a lifetime.

“Majorly.” You agreed as you sighed deeply, shoulders slumping. He watched you, momentarily memorizing the expression on your face. You look defeated.

“When do you leave for school?” He asked gently, wondering how much time he’d have left. Maybe the two of you could make up before then. Maybe.

“A week,” You told him softly, “I’m excited.” You told him as a smile formed on your lips. He felt his heart crack a little bit, thinking about how far away you would be. He could still change his mind, though. He could still go with the original plan.

“You quit your job?” He asked you softly, trying to recall the last time he had seen you. He had been avoiding you, but maybe that’s why it had been so easy.

“I did,” You nodded your head along, “I figured I owed myself one last week to myself.” Your eyes were gentle as he met your gaze again, feeling the need to cup your face and hold you.

“Just by yourself?” He asked softly, wondering if you were even interested in him still. Maybe he had waited for too long.

“The friends I had were shitty,” You replied with a crinkled nose, “And the guy I’m crazy about isn’t talking to me right now.” You had a longing gaze on your features, making his heart thump roughly inside of his chest.

“We’re talking.” He replied as he felt his lips curl into a soft smile. Baby steps. That was good. Maybe this had been a little too rushed anyways.

“I hurt him,” You continued on, “And I was a big ass about it. He didn’t deserve to be treated in that way. I totally blew it.” You rambled on for a moment, making him consider your words. He agreed with them, but he knew he hadn’t been perfect either.

“I don’t know about totally,” He said a second later, “I think I’ve been a dick before too.” He told you truthfully, regretting the way he had ditched you in school. Things would’ve been better if he had just stuck with you.

“Steve,” You exhaled roughly, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want it to get this far.” You looked apologetic again, eyes brewing over with fresh tears. He watched, but didn’t want you to cry.

“You’re being honest right now?” He questioned you softly, wondering if that trust could be bridged between the two of you again.

“Of course I am,” You said in surprise, “I swear to you.” You told him quickly, nodding your head. He breathed in deeply, feeling a lot better suddenly.

“I’m sorry I ditched you in high school.” He apologized, knowing he hadn’t ever fully said it outloud. Maybe he didn’t mean it then either, but he did now.

“That’s not important,” You mumbled as you looked towards the ceiling, “I shouldn’t listen to what people tell me so easily.” You chewed on your bottom lip, making him smile wistfully.

“You’re going to make much better friends than Patty.” He said honestly, feeling bad that you had been stuck with someone like her for so long.

“You think so?” You questioned, eyes glimmering hopefully. He paused for a moment, reaching across the counter to take your hand.

“I think you’re going to do great things.” He promised, observing the way your hand fit against his. Perfectly.

“I think you will too,” You replied gently, “Maybe you’ll forgive me one day and I can be there to witness that.” You breathed out hopefully, but he already knew what his answer was.

“I don’t get it,” He said suddenly, “How could you just lie to me like that?” He asked again, almost withdrawing his hand. But he stayed still, wanting to hear your answer. He wanted to believe you too. Badly.

“I didn’t realize it was real until it was too late,” You admitted, “And then I was afraid of hurting you. I know it sounds stupid, but I never wanted to hurt you. I promise you.” You nodded your head, looking earnest.

“You’ll never lie to me again?” He asked softly, linking his fingers with yours gently.

“Ever.” You nodded your head sternly, a small smile forming on your lips. His chest felt even lighter, his heart not as sore. He believed you, he really did.

“Maybe I could come with you,” He started to suggest, thinking about where this was going, “I mean, you’re going to need someone to carry all of those boxes.” He replied as a small laugh came from you.

“Oh, absolutely,” You nodded your head in agreement, “I need a strong man to help me out.” You teased, smile blinding as he watched the way your lips parted. He had a feeling that everything was going to be alright.

Thanks for reading!!

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[cashmere-caveman]

read a post about there being next to no record abt the historic edward little again (we dont even know what he looked like!!!) and now im thinking a lot about how he died in uniform again.

hes far from the only character to die in uniform (the marines die in uniform! franklin dies in uniform!) and he isn't even the only lieutenant to do so (gore, under his slops, was in uniform; fairholme, too presumably; irving famously wore his coat that hickey steals later; george wore something that used to be his uniform when he got eaten but imo atp he did not wear it as A Uniform anymore that were just the clothes that he had on if that makes sense) but at the end, he is the only one where i still felt that it was an active choice to wear it.

almost everyone else sheds their layers along the way or turns into something else, but ned starts in uniform and he stays in uniform and that's it.

fitzjames famously sheds his vanity and dies in his shirtsleeves, without any of the pomp and pizzazz of his uniform.

jopson, another character who is to me really connected with a certain mindset of holding up appearances, dies in his shirtsleeves, believing himself abandoned by the very person that was his reason to even wear a uniform at all.

goodsir as a doctor/assistant surgeon doesn't really have a uniform in quite the same sense as many others but when he dresses himself before his suicide it is not as an affirmation of his role, or at least not a positive one. he has sworn to do no harm, but he was forced to do it anyway and now he will add a final evil to his toll of sins in the hopes to balance the scales at least somewhat and for that to work, he must wear his outfit as always. he ends up with all pretenses stripped bare anyway.

tozer, a man so proud of his uniform in the beginning, again, dies in his shirtsleeves, no rank left, betrayed by someone who had convinced him to give up everything and yet! reduced to nothing but an ordinary man, he tries again where before he had given up. he cooperates, he coordinates, he even calls crozier captain again, he tries very hard to do the right thing in what looks like a no win scenario from the get go!! and he fails, of course, but he tried.

almost everyone else also ends up either dressed down (bridgens, armitage, dundy, des voeux etc) or somehow transformed (blanky, to some extend silna with her patched and bloody furs) or in hickeys case, both (iconic underwear & greatcoat combo). little never changes. he sometimes has a little scarf, theres the bandage for his headwound for a bit, he sometimes wears the full parade uniform with epaulettes and sometimes just the regular one, there are at least two different uniform hats and ofc you can tell that he loses weight by the way his shape chages under all that wool but he is always. in. uniform.

and maybe this is just my mind making up dots to connect but i think he might even be the last character that crozier ever gives an order to in his official function as a captain (in the tuunbaq seduction/boss fight scene he has been stripped of his rank, at least according to e.c.).

before his final scene, all we get is little arguing over the orders they are given, and how to interpret them. and he is still wearing his uniform!!! wait hold on im not gonna check but maybe he might only wear a jumper in the tent where dundy lauches his soft mutiny actually, so maybe this whole post is crumbling like a domino line but!!! ignoring this. moving on. (even if it is a jumper i remember him wearing sth dark blue aka Uniform Colour so im claiming it doesnt even matter bc spiritually that hypothetical jumper still is a uniform. im not going to let anything like "accuracy" and "real details" fuck up my post smh 🙄. im joking. however! Moving On as i said) (edit: i rewatched the scene and it IS his uniform actually, just v rumpled. going insane btw)

he doesnt even dress up for carnivale! the only other characters that are not in costume are jopson and crozier and they were literally too busy keeping crozier from dying to even begin thinking about joining the communal arts and crafts session! little is atp the acting no2 of the expedition so u might say he was busy but fitzjames has the overall command and still finds time to have a little gender moment in private and the imperialism-approved version of it for the Big Crowd!! (u could ofc argue that fitzy Always has time for a gender moment and who would i be to argue but my point is: i have no doubt that man was fucking busy preparing carnivale & beginning to prepare the walkout and there still was time to Express Some Character!! so how come ned didn't do anything?)

the one other scene we get where we can catch a small glimpse of characters out of their element before it all unravels (pre tuunbaq attack on the camp) is the scene at night when morfin gets shot. it shows lots of characters in various states of undress (silna big blanket burrito i love you) that allows us to see them differently, like their costumes at carnivale did, but in an entirely opposite direction. while carnivale was about putting on masks, this scene is about taking them off. and it drives me insane because i know that little must be there. he is somewhere in the crowd when morfin gets shot but so far i havent been able to make him out and i need to know what he is wearing so bad. it is actually for science (my own curiosity) ! i really need to know. and i cant help but feel that maybe it is intentional that he is just ~somewhere~ instead of In Front of the Fucking Camera because, well. that would be just ned little, wouldnt it? and we dont even know who that is.

[jewbeloved]

Heya, i would like to request head cannons for Jimmy Kyle and wendy speperatly with a reader that is very very affectionate, like running up to them super excitedly whenever they see them?

Jimmy, Kyle, and Wendy with an affection s/o who gets excited around them✨✨💞💞💖

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💛 Jimmy Valmer 🩼

You're gonna knock this poor boy down to the ground every time you keep tackling him into a hug 😭 might wanna chill with that.

He really loves how affectionate you are! It's really cute!

You getting excited whenever Jimmy is in your presence or sight probably makes him feel like you're comfortable around him and he likes that a lot too!

He can get really affectionate himself whenever he's in a good mood, not like he was never in a good mood whenever he was around you. ❤️

If you're happy, he's practically happy too!

Rip Jimmy because he's gonna be attacked with hugs and kisses later from you💛💛💛💛💛

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🍪

He is the same around you as well!

You both become energetic asf around each other and that annoys Cartman constantly.

If you tackle Kyle in a hug, you both are going to have a long cuddling session that ends with you both watching a movie or prank calling random people.

He loves your hugs, he loves your affection, he loves how you're always his number 1 top priority and nothing can change that.

At the end of the day, You both always have a great time with each other rather than just listening to Cartman bitch about you both💚💚💚💚

🖤 Wendy Testaburger 🌺

Similar to Kyle! She also gets really excited whenever you're around!

She really loves how you're not like the other kids who likes causing trouble in the school or bothering her constantly and she owes you for that one.

She would be a little surprised the sec she sees you sorting out your locker then when she finishes sorting out her locker after 1 min, she turns around to see you already finished with your locker.

You obviously hurried up to sort out your locker so you could be around your loving girlfriend.

She definitely would take you out to the park to let out some more energy if you're still energetic.

She never thought she could have a s/o who was like this, but now she does and she doesn't regret one bit of it 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Smh, why are these so damn short! I could've written more of this but I didn't know what else to write!😭😭😭😭😭

I hope this post still satisfies you😥

[smellss]

Nudged - Sam kerr x singer!reader social media au!

summary: social media subtly is harder for some than others

notes: credit @chaosology @si’ve been obsessing over these and thought i’d try it for myself!

please let me know if you’d like to see a part two!

Part Two | Part Three

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y/noffical: Can't wait to look out to the crowd and see my beloved green and gold, I'll be home soon mum 💚💛

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taylorswift: can't wait to be down under with you 🖤

tayschaibiccy: reputation 👀 (Taylor's version) (down under edition)

masiepeters: go girl go!

matildas: loving the green and gold ✨

y/nsmummy: matildas social media slaying as always

baby/n: mother is arriving home!!!!!

floscrockpot: Ill wonder if she'll be bringing home other mother?

baby/n: idk they haven’t posted together for a while i hope everything is okay

dailymail: we'll we've got a story for you 👀

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dailymail: wlw power couple Y/n L/n and Florence Pugh have supposedly been broken up for over a year! Close source says the 5 year relationship ended amicably but both women did not want to create a scandal wave of drama and decided to keep it quiet. It’s even been noted Flo is in a new relationship with co-star Cillian Murphy, whilst Y/n is keeping things let’s just say down under… 👀

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y/nsmummy: we’ll i don’t believe in love anymore 🔪🔥

floscrockpot: i knew y/n wasn’t good enough for flo!

taylorschaibiccy: ma’am people like you are the reason they didn’t post it and make it public smh

baby/n: mmm i smell something going on here…

goodwitchymas: wait they were dating!

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y/noffical: perth night 1 ✨ never been so grateful to be back in this beautiful place.

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masiepeters: my girls all grown up 🥺

y/nsmummy: I REPEAT SHES BACK I REPEAT

matildas: thank you for having us queen 💛💚

y/noffical: i hope you ladies enjoyed the show ❤️

baby/n: huh

hugmetightly/n: no because this is interesting

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captainkerrupdates: Sam Kerr and the rest of the tillies spotted taking a break watching another Australian icon Y/n L/n’s concert last night in Perth.

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kerrsboot: how very interesting

baby/n: oh yes i do agree

sammy123: odd sam is not a very big pop fan…

y/nmummy: something tells me sam isn’t going for the music

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optusstadium: Our Matilda’s warm up session this morning good to see a lot of smiles on our nations gems 💚 #FWWC23

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samanthakerr20: thank you for having us 💛

haleyrusso: ❤️

kerrsboot: what songs do our tillies listen to while warming up??

alannahkenndey: strawberry kisses of course

samanthakerr20: nonsense by y/n l/n 🔥

baby/n: uh sorry excuse me pardon what.

captainkerrupdates: 📸 📸📸

mackenziearnold: oh sammy

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y/nultimategossiper: Y/n’s interview with Vogue Aus today talking about her favourite sport and the Matilda’s.

mummy/n: they are so dating are you kidding me

kerrsboot: they could just be friends

sammy123: either way it’s nice to see two icons supporting each other

mummy/n: sam liked this post

kerrsboot: damn i stand corrected somethings definitely going on

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