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brrtchu · 7 months

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Part 1 - Another Sonic AU

I decided to called this AU “Another” because it’s symbolic and its the whole premise of the AU. Sonic himself and all of his friends have different destinies, complexities, or simplicities, different desires and dreams, and their roles have changed.

I would definitely say that this is sort of like UnderSwap, that one popular sub AU from UnderTale. (Is that what it’s called??? Idk lol)

Maybe we could have it where Sonic and his friends meet their different counterparts and learn about their life. I mainly wanted to make it a realization to that characters to maybe analyze themselves. Like literally. It could be a spark of inspiration or disastrous miscommunication.

For example, if Sonic met his counterpart Pink Sonic. They both would be apprehensive of each other. I’m not exactly sure which version of Sonic to use, so I might make one up (I say this because there’s so many versions of our “original” Sonic, like the one that is primarily shown with ADHD like from Sonic Adventures and Sonic Underground, and Prime Sonic, sorry if I’m wrong) and so it’d be best if Sonic was more curious and skeptical while trying to examine his other. Meanwhile Pink Sonic would be anxious and trying to push away the blue hedgehog. The two figure out where they came from and connect the two. And let’s say, they’re in the white void and just got teleported there.

Sonic: “So, you must be from an alternate dimension. I reckon. I don’t know how I feel about myself in pink…”He rubbed his chin curiously, not knowing if he actually liked it or not

Pink Sonic: “I don’t think that’s important right now… we need to figure out how to leave… this place… like right now. Seriously and immediately.” Pink Sonic crossed his arms while shifting around and keeping his sight on the blue one

Sonic: Sonic raised his eyebrows in surprise, something wasn’t right about his other. He was taking it more seriously than he was. It was odd, but appropriate for the situation. Sonic wondered if he should be worried too “Okay, okay. No need to emphasize it so much… bud? Is that okay with you if I call you— or rather me, bud?”

Pink Sonic: He sighed while rolling his eyes and smiling, “Whatever.” Pink Sonic thought about it, planning any means of escape. He isn’t one to spark normal conversations with strangers, but he felt it was appropriate to ask where Sonic came from. “So… in your dimension, since we look so alike… do we have the same friends?” He thought it was a strange but interesting question to ask.

Sonic: He shrugged in response. “I’d say less likely… but to make sure, do you have a little buddy named Tails?” Sonic looked around with a hand on his hip.

Pink Sonic: Pink Sonic still had crossed arms. “I… actually do… is he a cowboy too? And is his best friend a pink hedgehog with autism?” His head slightly raised to one side.

Sonic: He had a perplexed expression. “He’s what now?”

So then the two learn and gain information from each other and share similarities and differences. And even some self-reflections. I like the self reflection part most. It’s what makes them feel real and genuine.

Pink Sonic: “I don’t interact much with the people in my world. They’re just so… complex and complicated. It overwhelms me greatly. Which is mostly why I’m so distant and I don’t have much friends. I suppose the first thing to do is to actually try keeping my friends but for some reason I just can’t. I’ll just be honest with myself.” He chuckled and scratched his neck. “It’s hard. And I just gotta continue living in it. Even if I’m alone. At least, I know where my happiness lies every time.”

Sonic: “Where’s your happiness?” Sonic, leaned forward with his ears, very intrigued on what that meant. But he also thought about it. Is he also mentally disconnected from his friends and family? Has he felt anything other than adrenaline? Does he know his real friends outside of adventures? Was he being real with himself? At least, maybe, he was running away from those dreadful thoughts all of this time. It did seem redundant to him and unnecessary to ponder about. Ponder. It was such a strange word to him, but maybe that was what Pink Sonic was doing. He was pondering. Maybe about life. Maybe about death. Maybe about things that really bothered him. What had prevented him from pondering those thoughts? This was what Sonic was trying to figure out.

Pink Sonic: He smiled. “It’s… the peace. In the lingering moment. When the wind hits the long golden reeds of the grass and it creates this soft, melodic sounding. Rustling… you can hear it too. And I want to wake up to it every time. It’s just that simple moment that brings me happiness. Not being alone. But the presence. The presence itself is soothing.” Pink Sonic opened one eye to make sure Sonic was still listening, he continued to finish what he was saying. “Most people think that silence, nothingness, absence of something is true peace. It’s a whole complete lie. In fact, the opposite is only true. It’s the presence of life, living, breathing, that one final breath that carries your anxiety away to the wind. It takes a lot to accept or find that peace in life, mostly because it seems so unachievable. But it’s so easy. It’s just hard to swallow.”

Sonic: Sonic witnessed as his pink other began to go on a tangent. Into a whole completely different perspective— maybe even for himself. Pink Sonic got completely out of his comfort zone and shared something valuable to him. Sonic thought that he had everything in life for him. But… was fighting villains going to be his entire life? Is that all the whole world will hear about? His constant adventures and his savior complex? But when they want to learn about Sonic on a personal level— what will they even say? He was complex himself, but even he knew that he had flaws of his own. A whole life could pass before his eyes and he wouldn’t have noticed it. He treasured life too. Maybe, from Pink Sonic’s point, there was more to it. Sonic didn’t think this much about himself. He was mostly selfless. Actually, 100% he was selfless for most of his life. And what was left for Sonic to gain something for himself? Why was there so much pressure on him all of the time?! This began to overheat Sonic’s brain that he had to get up and start pacing the empty space to somehow stop thinking about it.

Pink Sonic: He watched his other pace the room carefully.

Anyways imma stop them right there. My brain cannot comprehend or proofread this right now. Anyways imma make part 2 on my AU later or tomorrow.

#sonic au #pink sonic #sonic oc #existential crisis #Another Sonic AU #sonic the hedgehog

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cg-saturn · 2 years

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hey saturn so ive had a regression block and idk what to do i try to force myself to be small like do all the stuff that would get me into that headspace but it just doesnt work and honestly makes me feel gross whenever i use a paci or stuff like that and i feel bad when i use a baby voice and idk what to do im worried that i wont be able to be small again or i was just faking it idk do you have any tips for having a regression block?

Hey bud, I'm so sorry to hear that you've been having a hard time regressing. That's something that can happen sometimes, I know Star was in a similar place for a little and I've been there too, it's not fun :(

Sometimes the Big world can affect us in harsh ways. When there's a lot of stress surrounding us, it can be hard to allow ourselves to slip into a little mindset. I want you to know first and foremost that you are not alone in having this happen, it's actually quite common. Little Space is typically a protective mode our bodies go into, if you experience involuntarily regression it's typically a way for your body to regulate its trauma or stress responses. Think little space like a filter- when you run a little dirty water at a time, it will come out clean, but if you put too much dirt in the filter it will jam and stop working. Think of the dirty water as your stress, and the filter as little space. It can be hard to regulate stress around us, but finding ways to reduce things that upset you it can be really helpful to end your block!

Sometimes, little activities and therapy activities overlap. Adult coloring books with colored pencils can be helpful if you feel icky about using kid things when you can't fully regress. You can also use stim toys like tangles or pop toys, they can be really helpful in grounding yourself. Doing things like coloring or playing with "adult" toys can help bring you back into the mood to do little activities that you enjoy!

It can also be really helpful to make yourself a schedule! I make calander boards for kiddos, if you ever have a list of things you need help remembering to do just let me know and I'll make you one to help you keep on track! Taking care of yourself with a schedule can help reduce a lot of stress, because not only will you physically feel better, but you'll have a whole list made so you don't miss anything!

Sometimes talking to a cg can help too- if you don't have one, my dm is always open for kiddos who need to talk! Having someone tell you that it's okay to regress and to reaffirm that there's nothing wrong with it can be a big help. Sometimes we can get in our own heads about if regression is okay or not. I promise it is, and I promise you're valid if you've been regressing or not. You are still a little, you are still deserving of love and kindness and healing, even if you can't currently regress.

You are loved and you are not alone in feeling like this. I promise that no matter what, you are deserving of healing and taking care of yourself. Just because you're having a hard time right now does not mean that you're any less of a little than the rest of us. My dm is always open for you kiddo, I love you and hope things get better soon

Pippi Saturn 💕

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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years

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Mommy

Sub!Kuroo x Dom!fem!reader

Warnings: cumshots, boobjob, thighjob/thigh fucking, idk how jva works, creampie(s), mommy kink, dubcon/noncon (no previous communication implied), somnophilia, cunnilingus, dirty talk/praise, dash of nipple play, use of ‘baby boy’ and ‘good boy’ for Kuroo

Working for the Japanese Volleyball Association wasn’t all glory and glam, but it paid well. Each day was another day to sift through paperwork and prepare for the National Team lineup members, with the next Olympics only two years away. Some members, like Hinata and Kageyama had already been informed of their eligibility and were a definite member, though they didn’t know of that yet. There would be someone going around to overview the Division 1 Leagues to see who seemed to be in the best shape to perform, which is why Kuroo was currently still at his office. Paper after paper of different members his employees had gone through and chosen, he got exhausted after going through just a few. Looking over credentials, he knew a few would have to make it — like Ushijima, who has been on the team before, or Bokuto and Sakusa of the MSBY Black Jackal team, with their power and technique. All of the candidates were possible, making Kuroo’s job harder as he had to choose which ones to send to the higher-ups. He was the checkpoint; who would pass this roadblock and continue and who’s dreams would crumble before they even began?

An alarm going off told Kuroo it was time to go home. He had gotten halfway through the stack, but he needed his rest. Movements were sluggish, muscles aching and sore from sitting in one position for a good chunk of the day. Glancing at his phone, the time read 1:37, making him sigh as he realized you’d probably be asleep when he got home.

The train ride home is quiet, almost gloomy as the dark rolling clouds move by, muffling the light of the moon shining down. Walking the rest of the way home, Kuroo can feel the weight in his shoulders getting heavier. Footsteps aren’t as fast, his head is held down, movements are numb as he enters the house, as silent as everything else. A sigh breaks that silence, his theory of you being asleep confirmed.

Trudging up the stairs, he opens the door to see an expected sight — the covers bunches around your waist as you hug the pillow close to your face, legs spread out with one bent. The night air is warm, which explains the lack of pants; only items on you are some panties and a loose tank top, but the position you’re in with those seem to have given him some newly found energy. Carefully entering the room and taking off his suit, making sure to be as silent as possible, he looms over your sleeping form. A disgusting thought overcomes him, a deranged desire to indulge in your body before joining you in sleep.

He’s concerned of how upset you’ll be if you find out or wake up, but he’s needy and you’re all his, aren’t you? He should be able to indulge in your body when he wants to, even if you’re too out of it to know. Prying sheets off your body, the clouds allow moonlight to seep through the curtains and silver beams give light to the previously darkened room. Your eyes are firmly closed, lips slightly open as puffs of breath escape them, head turned to the side. Once the covers are off and discarded, he’s rolling you on your back to admire your features more closely. The loosened fabric of the shirt makes it easy to droop, his fingers pulling the neckline down and hooking them under your breasts.

The material brushed over your nipples, the buds hardening under the fabric and encouraging Kuroo’s tired mind to continue. Straddling you, he’s discarded all of his clothes as he situates his cock in between your boobs. Letting his spit drip onto the flesh, he massages them and gently thrusts his hips as he cock slides between the wetness of your boobs. A breathy moan escapes his lips as he feels the spit and your soft breasts against his aching cock, his desperation for release having his hips moving faster and faster. A stutter of his hips and then he pulls away, letting his cum spill all over your clothed pussy, some of it splattering against your thighs.

Seeing his seed coat your thighs, some slipping in between your legs as they abide the laws of gravity, it gives him even more energy to continue. Moving off of you completely, he’s picking up your legs and keeping your knees together, resting his head atop them as he looks down. More breathy moans escape his lips, watching his cock peek out from between your thighs and feeling his own cum lubricate the makeshift cocksleeve. It’s nice and warm, slick enough for his cock to slide easily between them and the meat of your thighs give him the soft feeling that he really craves — even if it’s not the same. His tip peeks out from your thighs, red and pulsing as he tries to hold back his moans to a sensible volume at 2 in the morning. A few more thrusts between your sticky thighs and he’s letting out a low groan, spilling his cum all over your shirt and a bit of your panties.

Panting heavily, he looks down at the mess he’s made of you. With your breasts still spilling out, white splatters of his cum against your skin and clothing, an overwhelming possessiveness latches onto him, making him desperate to claim you inside as he has on the outside. Hands move to pull your panties out of the way, his shaky and hesitant movements showing his eagerness and his morals, but his eagerness wins out in the end when he sees how your own slick clings to your panties, making invisible strands. Licking his lips, he moves down to lap at the wetness you created, the salty taste of his own mingling with yours. His eyes flicker between you and closing, wanting to make sure you stay awake and desperate to revel in the feeling of lapping at your folds. Lips secure around your clit, him sucking on the nerves as you moan, a dreamy sigh almost, making him freeze.

Pulling back, he sees how wet you are now, still oozing with slick coating your folds along with his own saliva. His eagerness has him pulling your panties to the side with a thumb and his other hand lining himself up with your entrance before he can think to stop. A moan comes from him, biting his lip to hold them back as he sinks into your cunt, walls fluttering around him from the ministrations he gave to your clit. Burying himself all the way in is a challenge, but once he succeeds, he’s leaning over your unconscious body to kiss slightly part lips, short moans from them. His thrusts are slow, easing open your walls and preventing you from waking up so quickly, but he finds his hands on either side of your head as he picks up his pace. The room is loud now, squelch noises from where he disappears into you and from your coated thighs sticking to his own hips, adding to the sound of his skin slapping against yours. He rolls his head back at one particular thrust, a mewl coming from you as your back arches, him chuckling as he licks at his lips, enjoying the feeling.

That feeling is short lived.

Looking back down to your sleeping face, he’s shocked to see your eyes wide open, tired. He immediately stops, panicking as to what you’ll say to him, heart pumping wildly. But you smile at him, pulling him down to your lips by his shoulders, letting your mouth let him know you’re not upset. Legs hook around his waist as you break from him, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “What’s got you so tense, baby?” When he doesn’t answer, or rather he doesn’t know how to properly answer, you frown at him. “Tell Mommy what’s wrong,”

“I- I wanted to relieve some stress, that’s- that’s all,” he gulps, seeing you look at him with that face. The face that doesn’t let him know what you’re thinking, the one that usually means a punishment is coming soon. “I’m sorry for being bad, I just—”

“Bad? Oh no, sweetie. You’re still my good boy, aren’t you? If you wanted a treat, all you had to do was ask, you know?” Your words ease his worry, sweetness dripping off of each syllable. He grins, moving to kiss you once more as he begins to thrust into you again, nothing holding him back. “That’s a good boy,” you mumble against his lips, trailing your lips down from his lips to his jawline, down his neck as he moans, letting you have full access to his skin. A moan comes from him, feeling your mouth suck on his flesh to create a red mark, marking him in a way he did to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he can feel his cum against his chest and abdomen, cold and sticky. Hips keep a steady rhythm, but they begin to lose said rhythm as he gets closer to his next release, puffs of air and soft moans escaping his lips as he feels his end come.

“Can I- Can I do it inside, pretty please?” He begs, moving his lips to yours as you nod, feeling his arms hold you down as he forces all of inside you, painting your gummy walls in a similar fashion to the rest of your body. He moans at the feeling, mouth hanging open as his cock throbs with sensitivity. You move up to kiss him, sucking on his tongue as he moans into your mouth, desperate for your touch.

He wants more.

His sensitive doesn’t hold him back, eager for more as he rubs his cock against your walls once more. “Baby boy, aren’t you tired? You finished inside,” you coo at him. He just looks down at you, eyes covered with lust as his mind is fuzzy in a haze.

“I wan’- I want more of you, Mommy. Please, I want you to fuck me, I want you to feel good, too, please,” he pleas, lips brushing over yours as he talks. You chuckle, flipping him over so he’s situated against the pillows.

“You should’ve asked for that in the first place, baby.” Taking off your tank top, you finally notice how hardened and sticky some of it is, an eyebrow raised but no questions his way. Pushing down on his chest, you smirk at him before rolling your hips, eliciting moan from him. “That was nice.. Can you give me another one?” You coo once more, moving your hips back and forth with his cock still inside of you. It’s enough to have his hands grasping at your hips tongue killing out as he lets moans freely pour from his lips, no matter the volume. “Someone’s sensitive, aren’t you sweet boy?”

He rapidly nods his head, biting on his lower lip as he moans again, feeling another orgasm coming as you keep rocking on his cock. Using one of your hands, you lean back to play with your clit, letting him have a full view of the show. You don’t speak, but Kuroo knows he isn’t supposed to look away, watching as your fingers rub and pinch at your clit, feeling the way your walls spasm around his cock that make him whine with need. Your other hand moves up to play with your nipples, teasing and rolling the hardened buds as you moan, eyes fluttering to meet his gaze as he drinks in every inch of your skin, every movement your hands make against your own sensitive areas. It isn’t until you’re mewling, using one hand to steady yourself while the other rubs at your clit does he break eye contact, rolling his eyes back as you cream on his cock, making him spill every last bit of his seed inside you.

When you both stop panting, getting your bearings, you rock your hips once more as he whines, tears in his eyes. “Oh, you thought we were done? Baby boy, I’m just getting started. This is your punishment,” you smile, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Even as your hips move, he doesn’t complain and he doesn’t voice his overstimulation, his nerves burning and begging to rest, he lets it happen. This is how it is for him.

In the office, he commands his employees and overlooks their work ethic, but he lets go of the dominating presence in the bedroom when he’s with you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Author’s Note: sorry if the dom/sub dynamics didn’t come into play until close to the end and sorry for this being released so late

#haikyuu smut #Mr. Tetsurō #BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #BB.Requests #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #tw.somnophilia #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.mommy kink #sub!kuroo #dom!reader #cw.boobjob #cw.thighjob #haikyuu x reader smut

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nice-kill-tanaka · 4 years

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🌄Hikaru + Tease Crush🌌

Summary: Aaaa idk tsundere hikaru brain go brrrrrr,.

A/N: Lowkey, I’m not too sure about this one. But, how good it is comes down to how well it’s received by you guys. It’s in your hands now tumblr!!

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🌗Hikaru Hitachiin🌗

You, a new second year at Ouran Middle School, happened to meet Hikaru and Kaoru in a once in a blue moon situation

✨Separately✨

You and your parents were commoners from another region of Japan. But, due to trying times, you were sent to live with your impossibly wealthy grandparents to finish your education while your parents got back on their feet

So, you clearly had no idea how to navigate what felt like the world’s biggest campus

Taking initiative, you decided to take a free period to mentally map out at least the middle school campus. You were not about to be late to every single class again, lest you start getting detention

You were somewhere near the courtyard when you heard soft, delicate sobs from around the corner, followed by fast footsteps leading away from you

You quickened your pace to at least see what was going on, and the scene you walked in on told you everything you needed to know

The sobs were coming from a girl in your year, who seemed eager to get away from the courtyard. And leaning on the pillar on the bend, was a tall redhead who looked far too satisfied with himself. At least if your assumptions were correct

You decided not to go off on the boy right away, so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself

“Ah...Did I intrude on something?”

The boy apparently hadn’t noticed you until you said something, but quickly regained his composure

“Nah, you had good timing. We were just finishing up.”

“...We?”

Hikaru suddenly remembered

You were new to Ouran. And at this point, you probably haven’t memorized faces yet. Even if they were identical

That, and the fact that Kaoru was still behind a bush watching everything play out, was enough for Hikaru to try something new

“Me and that girl you saw, I mean.”

“Yeah, alright. What’s your deal with her, by the way? She didn’t sound too happy.”

Hikaru shrugged, “Dishonesty, disloyalty, stuff like that. I just gave her a piece of my mind and she couldn’t handle it.”

“Hm, I figured she couldn’t. She’s crying pretty hard.”

“Then she shouldn’t have been trying to sneak around with other guys.”

Alright...you halfway understood the guy. If you were in his shoes, you’d at least want to do something similar. But, going out of your way to emotionally decimate someone that clearly isn’t worth your time? Seems a little excessive

‘But, hey,’ you thought. ‘To each their own.’

You kept your composure around the boy, shrugging and turning to walk away. “I get that. What did you say your name was?”

“Mm? Hikaru.”

“Hikaru. If that girl’s really as horrible as you say she is, I think it’s hilarious that you’d give her pathetic ass the time of day.”

That jab technically wasn’t aimed at Hikaru, but the way you said it. The way you turned back slightly to flash a shit-eating grin at him. It was clear your comment was meant to say more about Hikaru than the girl he told off

In short, Hikaru ended up not liking you

Meeting Kaoru went a bit more smoothly

Since you were in Class B at the time (you were to transfer to Class A next semester), you didn’t actually gather that the asshole you met the other day had a whole brother. So, that case of whiplash was particularly strong

During a lunch period within the same year, you decided to sit alone. Nothing personal really, but being around twenty-four other kids your age with such a high amount of tunnel vision gets suffocating at a certain point

Not too far away, Hikaru had gotten up to use the bathroom, leaving Kaoru to his own devices for a bit

It wasn’t long before he found a familiar face in you, sitting alone and looking rather bored

Of course, Kaoru hadn’t personally talked to you yet. The only things he heard about you were from Hikaru, which still wasn’t much, considering that his brother seemed too embarrassed and pissed to say anything beyond: “They’re an asshole. They’re not worth talking to.”

But, regardless of Hikaru’s first impression of you, Kaoru thought it would be fun to mess with you for a bit

I’m fully convinced you have the eagle eye, because you noticed Kaoru before he even said anything

“If you’re still pressed about what I said the other day, Hikaru, trust me, I was just messing with you.”

Damn at least let him speak 💀

Kaoru noticed that even though you thought he was Hikaru, your posture and tone held no animosity. You seemed relaxed, even sending a half smile Kaoru’s way

Your aura felt overall likable, so what could you have said to Hikaru to tick him off so much??

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I actually almost forgot about that.”

Immediately, something didn’t click with you

“You sound different today, man. Everything okay?”

...What??

Kaoru wasn’t sure how you figured it out, but no one was usually able to tell the difference between his and Hikaru’s voices and speech patterns, period. Let alone upon hearing both twins once separately

“What do you mean...? I’ve always sounded like this?”

“Hm, must be a bad case of laryngitis then. How’s your twin doing, by the way?”

Kaoru’s expression didn’t betray much, but your knowing and lighthearted smile sure did

He originally wasn’t going to tell you the whole truth. But, you seemed like you’d be too much fun (given some time) to pass up getting on your good side!

It almost felt strange, inviting someone else into his and Hikaru’s little world. But, even if you were just a toy for now, you were someone Kaoru wanted to keep around

Kaoru introduced himself with his real name while he explained his relationship with Hikaru, and your face was priceless

Sure, you knew that the boy in front of you wasn’t acting like the Hikaru you met a few days back. But, the twin brother thing was a complete shot in the dark!!

But, Kaoru laughed and dragged you and your lunch to his and Hikaru’s table

Ooh, when I say Hikaru was NOT thrilled??

He was seething when you gave him that same look as before

“Hey there, Heartbreaker. Nice to see you again.” 😊😊🙃🙃

Hikaru flushed as Kaoru tried to hide his giggles behind his hand

Yeah, that kind of sums up your dynamic 😂

From then on, whenever you were around the twins, you drove a clear wedge in their “identical” personalities. Just by the fact that you treated them both differently

Kaoru was your partner in crime, playing along with your jokes and often taking more agency in making decisions than usual. You were both mature, yet mischievous, so you were often on the same page

We stan compatible friends 👏😌

Hikaru...was kind of your sentient punching bag

From your first conversation with him to now, you gathered that Hikaru had a weirdly prominent petty streak, with some emotional constipation on the side. All of this, manifesting in a semi-childish, stubborn mess with a hair-trigger temper (At least, when it comes to you and Kaoru poking at him)

You weren’t exactly intent on improving those flaws (Since it’s technically not your job to fix the vices of others), but you most certainly let Hikaru know that those qualities weren’t something to be proud of. Especially when he let them get the better of him

And you did just that by teasing the hell out of him

“Aww, is little Hikaru upset that Italian isn’t being served at lunch today??”

“Ooh, don’t get too angry! You might pop a vein.”

“Y’know, you’d think a normal human being wouldn’t blush as much as you do. Are you really that bothered by me?”

Yes! He was!

He felt bothered and threatened because you dragged out every single flaw that no one (not even Kaoru) dared to call out until now. Not that he could give a name to that feeling an the moment

You were surprisingly clairvoyant for someone that strategically abused that fact. You always had an upper hand, and that wasn’t something Hikaru was used to

But, after a while, his frequent showcases of embarrassment began happening for a different reason

In between all of the teasing, you were never downright mean to Hikaru. You were just as nice to him as you were to Kaoru

Hikaru often enjoyed the bentos you made the twins on random days (Though, he failed to admit it on a regular basis)

When the teacher was going a little too fast, you’d always let Hikaru copy off of your notes

And man, you sure did look good at the beginning of the day...when the morning sun lights up your eyes, and-

Oh...

Oh no.

So, that’s why every time you’d get on Hikaru’s case, he would get flustered and look away. He liked you??

Hikaru can’t let anyone know about this. Especially you.

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[🌌Take this for your travels, bud. Don’t worry about paying me or anything, everything’s on the house! Though 🍁likes🍁 and ☘️reblogs☘️ are appreciated!🌄] — Reagan

#caravan commodities #extra supplies #ouran high school host club #ohshc headcanons #ohshc x reader #hikaru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin headcanons #hikaru hitachiin x reader #hikaru x reader #why do i have a knack for writing full novels in a single post?#i have no idea!!#will i stop?#no!!

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4stars-uswnt · 4 years

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Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes [Tierna Davidson x Reader]

requested by anon: Idk if you’re taking requests or not but could you do a tierna x reader where reader’s kinda reserved and the team doesn’t know her super well but her and baby t just bond together and one gets the courage to ask the other out. And maybe they like hide their relationship just to mess with the team or something cause they were trying to set them up. If not then it’s perfectly fine. You’re a great writer!!

A/N: thanks anon! i honestly don’t know how this got so long... oops

You hesitantly make your way down the aisle of the bus, unsure where to seat, given that this was only your fourth camp and you didn’t necessarily have a designated seat.

Spotting an empty spot next to Tierna, you sheepishly ask, “Hey, is anyone sitting here?”

“Nope,” she gives you a kind smile, glancing up from her phone. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, a small smile of your own tugging at your lips.

As you’re putting in your ear buds and turning on your music, Tierna curiously watches you. “So how you liking the team so far?”

“I love it. It’s honestly better than I could’ve imagined. Everyone here is so nice and welcoming and so willing to teach,” you ramble slightly nervously, scratching the back of your neck.

Ever since you’d gotten your first call up last year, your nerves hadn’t calmed down at all. You were a naturally reserved and quiet person, but being around the best players in the world only intensified your nervousness.

Given your shyness, none of your teammates knew that much about you. The only one who knew anything about, apart from your position, your hometown, and where you currently reside, was Alyssa. The veteran goalkeeper had taken you under her wing when you went pro at just nineteen and joined the Red Stars. The two of you immediately bonded, forming a sort of big sister-little sister relationship, as you were both so similar in the way you carried yourself on and off the field. So when you got your first national team call up, Alyssa was the one to show you the ropes and help you make the transition.

And although you played on the same NWSL team as Tierna, you’d never actually had a real conversation with the other woman, so neither of you knew each other at all.

“Yeah, it’s an incredible environment,” the defender agrees. “It really does become like one giant family.”

“Hopefully, I’ll stick around long enough to become a part of that.” You anxiously chew your lip. Being on the national team has been a dream of yours ever since you could remember, and now that you are presented with the opportunity, you were scared you were gonna do something to mess it up.

“I have a feeling you will,” Tierna muses, smirking. You can’t tell if she’s flirting with you or if she’s just being nice, but either way your face flushed red.

The three hour bus ride went by seemingly quick, as you and Tierna engaged in an easy flowing conversation, talking about topics ranging from the basic introductions to the incredible cinematography of The Queen’s Gambit.

You find yourself becoming increasingly comfortable and relaxed around the other woman, and you feel this is the start of a wonderful friendship.

—————

After a quick team meeting upon arriving to the hotel, Vlatko starts to announce roommates and distribute room keys.

“Tierna and (Y/N),” he calls out, giving Tierna two key cards.

“Looks like we’re roomies,” she beams, as she hands your key.

“Looks like it.” You grin, excited at the idea of spending more time with the defender.

Both of you were pretty tired, especially after a long day of traveling, so you each quickly jump in the shower and change into your pajamas.

As you slide into bed, Tierna, already under the covers, grabs the TV remote. “Anything you wanna watch?”

“I’m fine with anything.” You shrug, as you pull the blankets over your body. “Have you seen the docuseries on Netflix about the Challenger?” You ask, remembering her passion for space and aeronautics.

“I haven’t,” Tierna gasps. “Can we watch it?”

Your heart warms at the sight of her pure eagerness. “Of course! I’ve been meaning to watch it for a while too.”

You quickly set up your laptop, connecting it so that your screen projects onto the TV.

As the episode progresses, Tierna spits out additional facts about the Challenger as well as NASA itself, and you can’t help but listen in awe and admiration.

The two of you barely make it through two episodes, as the hours of travel catch up to you and sleep takes over.

—————

It was the last day of camp, and you and Tierna had grown quite close, bonding over being the youngest on the teams as well as your similar interests.

You’d discovered that, when not playing soccer of course, you both enjoyed going on hikes, reading with a cup of coffee, and also relaxing at the end of the day with a good TV series.

She’d also given you some insight on how she adjusted to being on the national team at such a young age, something you were having trouble doing. It’s not that your skill level wasn’t up to par; you were just finding it difficult to put yourself out there and connect with the rest of the women. And just maybe your newfound friendship with Tierna would be just what you needed to open up to the rest of the team.

Over the past couple of days, as you’d gotten to know the defender, you couldn’t develop feelings for the other woman.

So here you were, packing up your hotel room, as you worked up the courage to ask Tierna out. At the moment, the freckled woman was currently rambling about some new book she’d found, but you were to stuck in your own head to really pay attention.

“(Y/N)?” Tierna pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” You shake your head, turning to see an amused smile on Tierna’s face.

“Did you hear anything I was just saying?”

“Umm, yes?” You try sheepishly.

Tierna rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right. It’s alright. You can make it up to me by reading the book I was talking about. And by the way it’s about a depressed neuroscientist at Stanford.”

“Sounds peachy,” you groan, earning a chuckle from the defender.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing,” you mumble, shrugging.

“Come on, what’s bothering you?” She asks, as she sits down next to you, lightly elbowing your side.

You take a deep breath, gathering all the courage in the world, before asking, “Would you maybe wanna go out sometime? Like grab some coffee or dinner when we’re back in Chicago?”

Tierna stills, her eyes widening, as her brain tries to process your question. “What?”

“I’m asking you on a date, T,” you clarify, feeling a new wave of confidence take over. “Do you wanna go out with me?”

A gigantic grin breaks out Tierna’s face. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

—————

About six months later, you’d received another national team call up, and so had your girlfriend.

After last camp, you and Tierna went out to dinner at a restaurant back in Chicago, and from then on, you began dating. It helped that you both played for the Red Stars, getting to spend more time together and not having to worry about the trouble of a long distance relationship.

However, the two of you decided to keep your relationship under wraps, not feeling the need to announce or flaunt it. In fact, in public, your relationship didn’t really change, and to most people, it looked as if the two of you were just best friends.

But Alyssa had known you well enough to see that you definitely had a crush on the younger defender, and to be fair, you did, but the goalie didn’t know that you were already dating.

The Red Stars training before the national team players left for camp, Alyssa decided to see if anyone else shared the same suspicions.

“Hey, J!” she calls out, catching up to the blonde midfielder.

“What’s up, Lys?”

“Do you think there’s something between (Y/N/N) and Tierna?”

“What do you mean?” Julie furrows her brows, confused.

Alyssa gives her friend a pointed glare, nodding her head in the direction of where you were leaning your head on Tierna’s shoulder, giggling at something your girlfriend had said.

“Ah, I see,” Julie muses, nodding her head in realization. “Are they together?”

“Nope, at least I don’t think so. I’m sure (Y/N) would’ve mentioned something.”

“Well, should we help them get their head’s out of the butts and try and set them up?” The midfielder proposes.

“Camp is this weekend…” Alyssa smirks, as the two women share a knowing look.

“Kelley’s gonna have a field day with this,” Julie chuckles.

—————

After morning training the next day, the team split off into groups, as they head into town to grab a bite to eat, do some shopping, or just walk around the streets of Santa Barbara.

A group of the veterans decided to try out a cute little cafe they’d seen. As they were all sitting around the table, sipping their coffee and eating some pastries, Julie decided to bring up the subject of their two favorite team babies.

“So, have you guys noticed anything going on between (Y/N) and Tierna?”

Conversation stopped, the entire table going silent.

“Wha?” Kelley asks, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth. “(Y/N/N) and Baby T?”

“Kel, please swallow your food,” Christen requests, cringing at the defender.

“Sorry.” The freckled woman gulps down her bite of her croissant. “But Tierna and (Y/N)?”

“You don’t see it?” Alyssa raises her eyebrow, surprised that she might be the only one who saw the chemistry between you two.

“Aren’t they just best friends?” Tobin chimes in on the conversation.

“That’s what people always said about you and Chris until they got their heads out of their asses,” Ash snorts, pointing between the two forwards.

“Fair point.”

“Now that I think about it,” Christen hums. “They do act very couple-y.”

“And Tierna is really the only one that (Y/N) hangs out with, besides Alyssa,” Pinoe points out, as the others nod in agreement.

“True, though she is warming up to the rest of us,” Julie lightly argues.

“So do we have a plan?”

The rest of the table just stares blankly at Kelley, who rolls her eyes.

“A plan to get them together?” She clarifies, as if to say ‘duh.’

“Well, that’s what I thought we could discuss.” The blonde midfielder suggests, sparking the discussion of how to get the two youngsters together.

Meanwhile, as the veterans were scheming, you and your girlfriend were taking a walk along the beach, your hands laced together, as your bare feet sunk into the sand.

“I hear you might start in the match versus England,” Tierna smirks at the shy blush that creeps up your neck.

You duck your head and brush a loose strand of hair of your face. “I don’t know. Our midfield is already so stacked, so I don’t know why Vlatko would start me.”

“Hey.” Tierna stops walking, stepping in front of you, halting your movement as well. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re a phenomenal player, one of our best middies, at only twenty-one years old I might add.”

“You have to say that.” You bashfully roll your eyes. “You’re my girlfriend.”

“That I am,” Tierna proudly states, as she kisses your cheek. “But seriously, (Y/N/N), you’re amazing and you’re here for a reason. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“Thank you, babe.” You lean in to give her a chaste kiss before bringing her in for a hug.

The two of you decide to walk back up to the sidewalk and sit on one of the benches that overlook the beach. After a couple of minutes of peaceful silence, you remember something Alyssa had mentioned to you a couple days ago.

“I think Lys might know we’re dating.” You raise your head from your girlfriend’s chest to look up at her.

“Hm,” Tierna hums, not looking concerned or fazed, only curious. “Did she something to you?”

“The other day she asked me if I had feelings for you.” You snuggle back into your girlfriend’s body, comforted by the fact that she didn’t seem to be freaking out about the possibility of one of your teammates knowing. “Well actually, her exact words were: ‘Do you have a crush on Tierna?’”

“And what did you say?”

“I said ‘yes,’” you mumble, your cheeks tint pink.

“What was that?” Tierna teases.

“I told her ‘yes’ I have a crush on you.”

“Aw, babe,” she coos, tapping your nose. “I have a crush on you too.”

All you can do is scrunch your face and stick out your tongue at your girlfriend and her antics.

“Do you think we should tell the team we’re dating?”

“Words probably gotten around that you have feelings for me, and seeing how we’re ‘best friends,’ knowing them, they’re already probably devising a plan to get us together.” Tierna shrugs, lightly chuckling.

Though you hadn’t been on the team as long as the defender, you knew she was most likely right.

“Well, who are we to stop their fun?” You say with a small smirk on your face.

Your girlfriend raises her eyebrow at you, surprised by your uncharacteristic boldness and mischievousness.

“Whatever you say, babe.” Tierna softly kisses the top of your head.

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other’s presence, the calm waves crashing in the background, before you have to return to the hotel for team dinner.

—————

As you and your girlfriend were off on a brief romantic walk, the rest of the team, who had been recruited by the Kelley, had been finalizing their plan to set you and Tierna up on a date, so you can confess your feelings.

“So,” Kelley, the leader of this operation, announces. “Tomorrow, when we have dinner off, Alyssa, you’ll ask (Y/N) if she wants to grab a bite to eat, and Casey and Abby, and whichever youngsters wanna tag along, will bring Tierna out to dinner.

“The rest of us will grab a table in the backroom so we can see them without being seen. Everybody got it?”

They all nod along, voicing their agreement.

“Awesome,” Ash cheers and claps her hand together. “What do you think Lys?”

“I think it’s good, hopefully it works.” Alyssa nods, quickly glancing at her phone. “I also think we better head back for dinner before Vlatko sends out a search party.”

The rest of the women check the time, their eyes widening, as they all scramble out of their seats, rushing to make it back in time for team dinner.

—————

The next day, at the end of training, many of your teammates, mainly Kelley and Sonnett, were anxious about their upcoming blind date they’d set up for you and Tierna.

“Gosh, I don’t know how I didn’t see it before,” Kelley groans dramatically, watching from across the field, as you and your girlfriend were leaning on each other, laughing at something you’d said.

“How can they be so oblivious?” Tobin shakes her head, following her friend’s gaze.

“That’s rich coming from you,” Megan snorts, as she approaches the two women.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Chris had heart eyes for you for like three years before you actually noticed.”

“That’s different,” Tobin protests, earning a laugh from her two teammates.

“It’s really not.” Kelley clasps the forward’s shoulder, giving her a sympathetic smile.

“But we’ve learned.” Pinoe boasts with a pointed look.

Tobin just tilts her head and furrows her head in confusion, not following along.

“Oh, Toby.” The freckled defender slings her arm around Tobin’s shoulder, as they make their way back to the bus. “After being tortured by you and Press’s oblivious pining for many many years, the team collectively decided that when two teammates develop obvious feelings for each other, we’d put our own dignities aside and get them together.”

“Hence, our dinner plans for Tierna and (Y/N),” Megan finishes.

“You guys are all crazy,” Tobin says with a light-hearted roll of her eyes.

“Yeah, but you love us,” Kelley chirps before skipping off to catch up with Alex on the bus, leaving the two forwards chuckling at their teammates playful behavior.

—————

After hopping out of the shower and getting dressed, you decide to text Tierna to see if she wants to grab some dinner.

(Y/N/N):

Hey, you wanna grab some dinner?

I think I saw a taqueria that looked good :)

T 🤍 :

Sorry, babe :/

Casey already asked me to get dinner with Abby and Sam.

(Y/N/N):

Aw man, okay.

Stop by after?

T 🤍 :

Of course

I’ll see you later :)

You give the message a heart, before shutting off your phone. As you contemplate what you’re gonna do for lunch, there’s a knock on your door.

“(Y/N/N),” you hear Alyssa’s muffled voice. “It’s Alyssa.”

“Come in!” You call back.

The goalie saunters into your room and plops on your bed. “You wanna grab some dinner?”

“Yeah,” you beam. “I saw a Mexican place downtown that looked good.”

“Hmmm, I had tacos for dinner last night,” Alyssa hums, pretending to think it over, even though she already has a restaurant in mind. “Tobin mentioned a good Japanese place they ate yesterday. We could try that?”

“I could go for Japanese,” you agree. “You wanna head out now?”

“Yeah, I’m down.” Alyssa jumps up from the bed, as you gather your things, following her out the door.

The two of you make light conversation, as you walk through the streets of Santa Barbara, enjoying the warm evening air.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the hostess leads you to a table by the window, but as you sit down, Alyssa remains standing.

“I just have to run to the bathroom real quick,” she tells you. “If they come by to order drinks, could I get a lemonade?”

“Of course.” You nod, before scanning the menu.

While you think Alyssa is going to the restroom, she is actually going to text Casey that you’re sitting at the table near the window.

After a couple minutes, you hear footsteps approaching, which you think is the waitress coming to take your drink order.

“Hey, funny seeing you here.”

You immediately snap your head up when you hear your girlfriend’s voice.

“T, what are you doing here?” You ask, obviously quite surprised, as Tierna sits down in the chair across from you.

“Well, I was supposed to meet the girls here, and they just they’d be at the table by the window,” she chuckles amusedly. “Obviously our teammates are setting us up, not that I’m complaining.”

You roll your eyes at the teasing smirk on your girlfriend’s face. “Yeah, Lys brought me here for lunch. I didn’t think it was in her to be a part of their little matchmaking plans.”

“Alyssa is full of surprises.” Tierna shrugs, as she picks up the menu to look at it for herself.

“Aint’ that the truth,” you laugh.

As the two of you sit in a comfortable silence, deciding what you wanted to eat, you spot a familiar head of purple hair out of the corner of your eye.

“I think we’re being spied on,” you whisper, leaning forward in your seat.

“Huh?”

“Pinoe’s pink hair is a dead give away,” you slightly nod your head towards the back room of the restaurant.

Tierna turns her head to subtly scan the room, and then lets out an amused chuckle. “So how are we gonna play this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, since they’re watching us, do we wanna play into their hands or should we mess with them a little?”

“We could do a little bit of both?” You propose, earning an impressed grin from your girlfriend.

Before Tierna can respond, the waitress comes by to take your orders.

—————

“What can you see?” Sonnett shouts from the other end of the table.

“Keep it down, Sonny,” Kelley scolds, swatting the younger defender’s arm. “But, P, seriously, what’s going on?”

“They’re just talking, laughing occasionally,” Pinoe reports, as she cranes her neck to see the table in the other room. “From what I can see, no sparks are flying yet.”

“Gosh, this is painful. We need to move them along,” Kelley whines, before her eyes widen and her eyes light up, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. “I have an idea.”

“Oh no,” Christen groans. “This should be good.”

The freckled defender just waves her hand, ignoring her friend’s comment. “Just you wait and see. This is gonna work.”

The team has to wait a couple more minutes until the waitress comes back to refill their waters for Kelley’s plan to unfold.

“Excuse me,” Kelley calls over to the waiter, briefly glancing at her name tag. “Virginia, could I order some dessert?”

“Of course.”

“I’d like to get one slice of your cheesecake, please. And if I could ask for a favor?”

The waitress nods with a polite smile.

“Would you deliver it to my two friends over there sitting by the window?”

“Aren’t those your teammates?” Virginia turns to see where Kelley’s pointing.

“Yeah, we’re trying to set them up. So if you could just say it’s on the house or something, we don’t really want them to know we’re here.”

The waitress just chuckles, as she shuts her notepad. “Of course.”

“Oh, wait,” Kelley stops her one more time. “If you’re cool with it, maybe you could flirt with one of them, maybe say the cheesecake is from you?”

Virginia pauses for a second to contemplate her options, before ultimately agreeing. “Fine, but only if I can get your friend’s number over there.” She smirks and points over to where Emily’s sitting, sipping on a glass of wine.

“Deal, but only if my friends over there get together by the end of the night.”

Virginia just smirks, as she leaves to continue her job and get a slice of cheesecake.

—————

You and Tierna took advantage of the date your teammates had set up for you, enjoying some delicious rolls and a bowl of udon. Even though your teammates were technically in the backroom watching, you and your girlfriend enjoyed a nice evening to yourselves.

As you’re finishing up your meal, the waitress comes over with a slice of cheesecake and places it down in front of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You move to return the dessert. “I didn’t order any dessert.”

“I know, cutie,” Virginia flirts. “That’s from me, on the house.”

“I- I, um.” You blush, flustered, while Tierna shoots silent daggers at the waitress. “I’m flattered, but I actually have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” the waitress apologizes, glancing between the two of you. “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I am,” Tierna answers, hints of jealousy lacing her voice, as you give a sheepish nod.

“Ah I see,” Virginia observes, amused, knowing that the other group of soccer players were going to be quite shocked. “Well, I’m sorry, again, for hitting on you. Keep the dessert as an apology?”

“Everything’s forgotten,” you amend with a kind smile. “Thank you for the cheesecake.”

As the waitress turns to leave, she suggests, “Maybe you guys can share? I’m trying to win a bet.”

Before you or Tierna can respond, Virginia gives both of you a knowing smirk, as she takes your plates and goes back to the kitchen.

“What does that mean?” You tilt your head and push the plate of cheesecake towards the middle of the table.

“I assume that our teammates probably had something to do with that whole scene,” Tierna guesses, shrugging, as she takes a bite of the dessert. “Mmmmm, but thank goodness they did because this cheesecake is delicious.”

“Oooooo, let me try!”

As you and your girlfriend share the slice of fluffy cheesecake, your teammates were waiting for something to happen.

“Anything?” Alyssa asks impatiently. The goalie had been becoming increasingly agitated, because she had seriously thought there was something between you two.

“Not yet,” Kelley sighs. By now, the rest of the team had lost interest and decided to just enjoy their night out.

“Oh wait!” Pinoe gasps, holding her hand up to get everybody else’s attention. The pink-haired forward watched intensely, as you leaned in closely to Tierna, who was holding out her fork with a bite of cheesecake for you.

“Baby T just fed (Y/N/N) a bite of cheesecake. I repeat, Baby T just fed (Y/N/N) a bite of cheesecake!” Megan exclaims. “It was the last slice, too!"

“And they are totally giving each other heart eyes right now,” Kelley adds, excitedly bouncing in her seat.

After a few minutes, as the team bubbles with anticipation to see what would happen next, Virginia returns to the table with the checks and hands it to Kelley.

“By the way, you owe me your friend’s number.”

“Um, I don’t think so. We don’t know for sure that they ended up together,” Kelley protests, as she passes the checks down the table.

“Yeah, we do, because they’re already together,” Virginia boasts and moves to collect the empty plates, smirking when she sees you and Tierna holding hands, as you make your way over to the team’s table.

“What? No, they’re not.” The defender frowns, not noticing her two youngest teammates.

“Yes, we are,” Tierna simply states, leading you out the backdoor, as you duck your head to hide your flushed cheeks.

“And, thanks for the cheesecake,” your girlfriend throws over her shoulder, leaving your teammates sputtering in shock with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

“Well, that was fun,” you snicker, as you step outside.

“Yeah, it was,” Tierna agrees, kissing you cheek. “Now let’s go have some fun of our own.”

Laughing freely, you relax into your girlfriend’s side. You couldn’t help but feel lighter, like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, now that the team knew about your relationship, and maybe this is the push you needed to open up to the women who would soon become your second family.

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Pro Hero! Iida Tenya x Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

This fic is rated M for Mature audiences only

Warnings: Smut, light temperature play, sensory play/depravation, light bondage, nipple play if you squint, Daddy kink, DD/LG dynamic, soft Dom Tenya, a little bit of fluff <3

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: I have no clue why soft Dom Tenya just popped into my head like a fucking whack-a-mole. All I could think of for hours was his huge hand on the back of my neck, squeezing and comforting me, or pulling me to whisper absolute filth into my ear. Honestly Tenya is slept on, and I for one simp for him heavily. He’s got soft Dom vibes, because he likes rules and regulations, but I don’t think he’s got the attitude of a brat tamer. Idk that’s just me lmao.

Also, the beginning is a bit weird. You basically fight your family (that you don’t like very much). So yeah, be warned.

Anyway, enjoy the read~

This wasn’t the first time you’d brought Tenya to a family dinner. In fact, he’d come with you ever since the first time you asked to introduce him to your family. They loved him to pieces, especially considering he was a high ranking hero from a well-known hero family. But this was the first time you’d used your signal around family.

Your family was unaware of the extent of your relationship with Tenya, so you tried your hardest to keep them from finding out. They wouldn’t take it lightly if they knew about the dynamic the two of you had. The only family that knew was your sister, and she understood the secrecy, she would be in a similar situation if she were in a serious relationship.

It was only an hour into the night when your family got a bit too politically and religiously aggressive. You were used to this, used to them talking about the workings of the world and their own beliefs. Obviously you didn’t feel the same way as most of your family, but they didn’t know that. You just avoid those conversations as much as possible.

Of course, your sister was a little more open about her difference in opinion, and you had to defend her and diffuse the situation before things got out of hand. Now things were a bit awkward. She’d left in a bit of a storm and you were left to hopefully explain, in a much more sedated manner, how not everyone will think the same way and people had a right to their own opinions.

Being the person you are, the elders in the family had overpowered you and you were left to sit and listen to them rambling on in an attempt to change your mind. It was times like these you seriously considered cutting yourself off from them. And it was times like these you were grateful Tenya was there.

Your head was starting to hurt from the stress of the situation, and you were visibly tense, shoulders high, jaw clenched, hands clasped hard in your lap, knee bouncing wildly. You could feel Tenya’s concerned gaze on you. He was worried for you, always so in tune with your emotions. That’s why you trusted him to take care of you.

When you’d finally had enough but had no idea how to get out of the situation, you discreetly reached over and placed your hand on Tenya’s thigh and squeezed twice. That’s the signal you used when you needed to leave as quickly as possible. As he put his mind to work, his hand came up and rested at the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. The motion had you relaxing into his touch, calming your breathing and waiting patiently for him to get you out of the situation.

It only took a few minutes for his phone to start ringing, and he excused himself from the table with a polite smile to take the phone call. Less than a minute later he came back in and explained that there was an emergency at his agency and needed to head into the office. The both of you were on the road within minutes, and the entire ride home his hand was on your thigh, rubbing soothing shapes into your flesh. He explained that no, he didn’t have an emergency at the agency and the call was from Izuku after Tenya had texted him.

Finally home, you let out a heavy sigh. Tenya could tell how exhausted you were, and when the both of you settled into bed he sat up and pulled you into his lap and held you tight, smoothing his large hands over your back. “Are you alright baby?” You nod into his chest, “Yeah. I’m okay.” He hummed, the vibrations running through your body. He knew you were still tense, but he kept quiet, waiting. He always was a patient man.

After a few deep breaths you pulled away and looked up at him. “Can we play?” One of his hands came up and threaded his fingers through your hair. “How do we ask to play?” Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath, already settling into subspace, then opened them again as you asked, this time properly. “Can we please play, Daddy?” A soft smile found its way onto his face as he leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “Of course baby. We can play.”

With that, it all started. It didn’t take long for you to be tied to the bed on your back, blindfolded with noise-cancelling earbuds in your ears. There was nothing for several long minutes, then the bed dipped between your legs. The excitement was building as you waited for him to touch you, not knowing what you’d feel first.

Your back arched and you let out a gasp as icy cold enveloped a nipple, warm lips contrasting with a cold tongue as it laved over the quickly perking bud. The other was not neglected, thick fingers working it until it was hard, before switching. That same cold tongue was trailed up to the dip in your collarbone, then down your sternum all the way to your pubic bone, making you shiver.

When the cold began to warm, the sensations stopped as Tenya pulled away. The bed shifted ever so slightly, and the next thing you felt was that icy cold on your clit. You shouted out a moan and your body involuntarily jerked, but his large hands gripped your hips, holding you still as his chilled tongue swirls over the bundle of nerves. One of his hands released you and two thick fingers slipped into your already soaked cunt, immediately curling up to hit that gummy spot inside you.

With only a few pumps of his fingers the knot in your belly snapped, and your walls clenched down on his fingers as you shook with your first orgasm of the night. His fingers didn’t stop moving until you were mewling and whining that it was too much. Then all the stimulation stopped, and the only indication he was still between your legs was the dip in the bed.

After a few moments of catching your breath, his hands gripped onto your hips again, and you felt him push just the tip of his thick cock into you. Even just that had you panting and moaning, attempting to squirm and force more of him inside you, but his hands held you firm. His body heat rolled off him in waves as he leaned down, his chest almost flush with yours.

Then there was cold on your neck, and he slowly pushed himself into you as he sucked a bruise into your skin, bottoming out fully as he pulled his mouth away. He stilled his hips and pulled the earbuds out of your ears, allowing you to hear what was happening. “How does that feel baby?” For a split second you were confused, but then cold reappeared on your body, rubbing around your nipples and breasts and cold beads of liquid dripping down your skin.

You let out another gasp, and he could feel your pussy clamp down on his length. With a chuckle, he pinched your nipple harshly making you squeal and squirm. “That’s not an answer, babygirl.” Your words were breathy, but you got them out anyway. “F-feels good, Daddy.” A deep satisfied hum rumbled through his chest and he kissed your neck softly, “There we go. Now tell me what you want baby.”

He rolled his hips into you, grinding into you before stilling again. You answered through a lengthy moan, knowing he’d fuck you thoroughly, but only if you asked him to. And that’s exactly what you were going to do. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.” He sighed out in your ear and his hand found its way to your neck, but there was almost no pressure on your throat. “Good girl,” he growled into your ear, and the praise made you shudder.

Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back into you, grinding his cock into your walls and dragging the head along your g-spot perfectly. He kept that slow pace, the hand at your throat moving to your hip. The other was rubbing another ice cube over your skin, making you shiver and clench down on his cock. He massaged the ice into your skin, slowly rocking his hips into yours, until it was completely melted and his fingers began to warm you again.

It was almost torture how slow he fucked you, how steady he ground his cock along your wet walls. You were mewling underneath him, whimpering and bucking your hips to get him to move faster. Your limbs tugged at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to tangle your hands in his hair and wrap your legs around his waist, pull him into you faster, harder. He knew what you wanted, you knew he did, but he wanted you to ask for it. He would wait, slowly thrust up into you until you asked him like the good little girl you are. And by god were you his good girl.

“Daddy~ Please Daddy, more~” Your voice was almost a whine as you begged him for more, begged for him to go harder. Still dragging out his thrusts, a hand came up to your chin, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip. His breath was warm on your face, heavy pants rolling over your skin. “More what sweetheart? What does my baby want?” With a whine you bucked your hips, only barely managing the movement with one of his hands still gripping your hip tight.

“Use your words baby. You have to tell Daddy what you want.” You nearly sobbed when his cock head dragged harshly against your g-spot. “Please fuck me harder, Daddy! I need it~” He groaned out at your needy state, “Good fucking girl. You’re Daddy’s good girl aren’t you~” It wasn’t phrased as a question, more fact, but you found yourself nodding anyway. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting his hips back to yours.

You moaned out with each snap of his hips, his pace slowly getting faster and heavier. Soon he was pounding into you, and that coil in your stomach tightened, your legs tensing and pulling at the ropes connecting you to the bed. Tenya knew how close you were, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock signaling him of your nearing climax. He pressed two fingers into your mouth, and you suckled on them, coating them in saliva before he pulled them away and rubbed at your clit.

The contact had you gasping for air, panting hard as your orgasm built up even further. Tenya leaned down and kissed you, deep and passionate, tongue twisting with yours. That’s all it took to have you cumming, and he swallowed your sobbed moans as your pussy clamped down around him. He kept pounding into you, dragging out that high just a little before he was pumping hot ropes of cum into you, thrusting a few more times before he stilled completely.

Still inside you, he untied your limbs and blindfold, and pulled you into his chest as he rolled onto his side, peppering kisses onto your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at Tenya, tired and satisfied, and he kissed you sweetly as you relaxed into him further. “How are you feeling?” You nod softly, “Good. Thank you Tenya.” He pulled you in and hugged you tight. “Of course baby. You did so good for me. Such a good girl.” The praise had you feeling all warm and fuzzy, and you nuzzled into him.

“Let’s go get cleaned up and go to bed okay?” You nodded as he carried you into the bathroom. You washed up and cuddled in bed until you fell asleep, at home in his arms.

#iida tenya #tenya iida #iida tenya mha #tenya iida mha #iida tenya bnha #tenya iida bnha #iida tenya smut #tenya iida smut

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bluefirewrites · 4 years

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I'm sorry about your presentation, idk if your still doing hcs but can you do one where Reggie is julies older brother by 1 or 2 years and Julie in love with Luke and Luke likes her as well but neither will do anything because of Reggie. If not its ok. ☺

I brought up an idea similar to this a while back! But let’s rework it.

In this scenario, let’s say that the Molinas and the Peters' have known each other for a long while, ever since Julie and Reggie were kids. They’ve pretty much grown up together.

And then they get older and a lot of shit happens. Julie’s mom dies. And Reggie’s parents finally get a divorce.

As the two families are healing and trying to move on, eventually Ray and Reggie’s mom sorta just clicked.

And years later, they ended up getting married- officially making Reggie Julie’s brother.

They move into the Molina’s house and they transition to one big family so seamlessly that Julie often forgets that Reggie isn’t her brother in the biological sense. He’s always been an older figure to her, always looking out for her and Carlos.

She’s so used to having him around. And even used to having Reggie’s friends around growing up.

They all met when they were in middle school, but Julie hasn’t seen them much over the years, only seeing them during special occasions or whenever she would go to the Peters’ from time to time.

She remembers Alex, the shy blonde one who does his best to keep the peace when everyone got too rowdy.

And then Bobby, who is just hitting his stride in his sullen, moody teenager phase. Still nice though.

And Luke, the wild one. The guy was all long haired, energetic, and sporting some gnarly braces the last time she saw him.

She hears a knock at the door the night Reggie and his mom had moved in. Julie opens it and it’s the boys: Alex, Bobby, and- woah.

“Julie?” Luke smiles, his long hair cut to a still shaggy ‘do, braces gone, and now ripped, telling by how he’s proudly wearing his Nirvana cutoffs, “No way! Long time no see,”

“Y-yeah,” Julie instantly wishes that she wasn’t wearing her dinosaur slippers at the moment. She leads them all inside, telling them to make themselves at home while they wait for Reggie to come down.

Julie hurries off to her room, red in the face, internally freaking out about the idea of a cute guy coming over to her house on a regular basis.

A cute guy she cannot get involved with... imagine how Reggie would react...

The guys note the dreamlike expression on Luke’s face as he watched Julie go up the stairs. Once she’s gone, Luke whirls around, “Has she always been like that?”

“Squirrely?”

“No...” Luke drops his voice down to a whisper, “I mean, has she always been that cute?”

Alex and Bobby shoots this idea down real quick, “Woah! No no no! Off-limits! She's off-limits, Luke!”

“How come?”

“She’s Reggie’s sister,”

“Step-sister,”

“Still,” Bobby cuts in, “You know Reggie. He takes the brother role very seriously. He won’t let you stand a foot away from her if he heard what you just said.”

“If who heard what?” Reggie says, coming down the stairs.

“Nothing!” They all exclaim, and Luke silently thanks the boys for not ratting him out and invoking Reggie’s wrath.

He does know how Reggie can get when it comes to Julie. He’s already so protective of her. So he’s not going to try and do anything to piss him off.

And besides, he just finds her cute. It’s not like anything’s gonna come from it.

Wrong.

Luke and Julie are hardcore pining for each other the more time the boys spend over at the house.

And they’re over a lot.

Julie would come into the garage, now a studio space for the boys’ band, and watches them practice.

Somehow Luke finds a way to gravitate towards her. Always standing beside her, ready to show a song he’s been working on or just ask how she’s doing.

And Julie would find an excuse to hang around the boys, whether offering to help with songwriting or help clean up the equipment. One time, she hands Luke his guitar and their hands met. They both blush but quickly part before Reggie could see what transpired.

They sneak little casual touches here and there, both to gauge if the other person reciprocates their feelings and to hide whatever was going on between them from Reggie.

This all coming from the fear of Reggie flipping out on them.

Apparently when the boys bring up Nick from Julie’s class, joking about the way he was starry-eyed when dancing with Julie (secretly trying to get a rise out of Luke), Reggie immediately asks Julie about a thousand questions:

“Who is he? What does he do?”

“Do? He’s a student. In my grade...”

“Oh. No job? So he’s a deadbeat, huh? Doesn’t sound like a suitable match,”

“What are you going on about?”

“Does he like the Star Wars Prequels? Yes or No? There is a right answer”

“What does this have to do with anything, Reggie?”

“I need to know if he’s good enough for you!”

Reggie starts watching Nick like a hawk at school, going out of his way to intimidate the junior (well as much as he could. he’s still pretty much a puppy and super non-threatening).

It’s getting ridiculous.

So Julie goes to talk to Luke, to try and nip this in the bud before Reggie notices their weird behavior. She manages to play off needing help to get something in the laundry room to get him alone without suspicion.

“Look, we can’t do this anymore... whatever this is,”

Luke nods, “Agreed. Reggie’s my best friend.”

“And he’s my brother,”

“I don’t want to do something that would upset him,”

“Me neither. Glad we’re on the same page,”

“Right. Same page. So just friends. Deal?” she sticks her hand out.

He shakes it, “Deal,”

They lock eyes, appreciating how the other one looks under the warm dimmed light.

It takes only about .5 seconds for them to crash their lips onto each other’s, igniting a full on make out session. And by the time they finished, they realize their mistake.

Uh oh.

They can’t go back after this.

Now they really have something to hide from Reggie.

They sneak around the house, whenever they could.

Luke would make up an excuse to grab water or go to the bathroom in the middle of rehearsal, just to sneak up to Julie’s room to grab a quick kiss and maybe a small tickle fight just so he could hear that laugh he loves so much.

And Julie would join the boys at the dinner table, sitting next to him and discreetly slipping cue love notes into his pocket that she knows would make him blush and smile all goofily later (and if they turn into potential song lyrics? Well that's for them to know).

Alex warns Luke the next day, “I think he’s catching on. Be more careful,”

They spend more time together now that Julie starts writing songs for the band. Her and Luke would huddle over the piano, scribbling the night away, always sitting dangerously close to each other.

Once, Reggie observes them quietly from the couch with an unreadable expression on bis face.

“We are careful,”

Bobby raises an eyebrow at him, “Really? You tried to pass off the hickeys on Julie’s neck as rashes.”

“And Reggie bought it, remember? He went out and got ointment for her and everything,”

“He’s not stupid, Luke. You better do something about this. Fast,”

Luke sighs, “You’re right.”

Later that night, Luke pulls Julie into the upstairs bathroom, the one between her room and Reggie’s, to talk.

“Jules, as much I want to keep doing this... I can’t stand lying to Reggie,”

“Me too,” she says, “So, let’s just tell him. I don’t like hiding you.”

“But we need to plan it out. We can’t just spring it on him,”

“Catch him in a good mood hopefully, and we’ll tell him together,”

“Sounds like a plan, boss,”

“Love it when you call me boss,” Julie smiles, angling her head up to kiss him.

Just then, the door connecting to Reggie’s room bursts open and the said bassist enters in his bathrobe. His eyes grow wide at the sight of them tangled up in each other.

“What is going on here?”

The couple breaks apart. Julie and Luke jump to opposite sides of the bathroom, hands up in surrender.

“You didn’t lock the doors?” Julie hisses at Luke

“Was not my main priority!” Then Luke steps forward in an attempt to calm Reggie down, “Hey, Reg, pal, um, what you just saw-”

“You guys were kissing in here?” he yells.

Julie and Luke lower their heads, “...yeah,”

Reggie sighs, throwing his hands up in the air, “Unbelievable!”

“Reggie, we’re sorry-”

“In the bathroom, really? Can’t you guys do this in the laundry room like you usually do? My toothbrush is here, come on!”

Wait. What?

Did they hear him correctly?

“You knew?!” Julie all but screamed at her brother.

“Duh. You’re not really subtle,”

Luke splutters, “B-But Nick-”

“Found out real quick that he’s not the one I should be worried about,”

“And the... the, well..?” Julie gestures lamely at her neck, “Why did you get me ointment?”

Reggie smirks, “Just to mess with you.”

“So... you’re not mad?”

“Nah. Like I said. I need to make sure whatever guy you end up with, Jules, is good enough for you. And, well, I’ve known Luke almost all my life. And I trust him. Honestly, there’s no other guy I could think of that could be a better match for you.”

Luke’s hand rests on his shoulder, “You mean that, Reg?”

“Of course. I’m happy for you guys. But uh...” he sticks his thumb towards the door, “Could you like skip on out of here. I did come to the bathroom for a reason.”

“Oh, right,”

“Your Tia’s chicken went right through me-”

“Ok, Reggie! We’re leaving!”

“But one more thing,”

Luke and Julie stop in the doorway leading to the hallway.

“If you think I’m bad,” Reggie shakes his head, “Try breaking the news to Carlos,”

Luke pales, “Oh no,”

“’Oh no’ is right,”

The couple spins around to find Carlos in the hallway, arms crossed, staring them down, “Care to explain why you two were in the bathroom?”

“Well, uh, um, we were-” Luke turns to Julie, but the girl is nowhere to be found, having already yeeted to her room to escape an overprotective Carlos.

Luke throws a pleading look at Reggie, “A little help here, buddy?”

Meanwhile, Carlos is unamused, carrying so much tension in his small body that it has Luke gulping nervously.

“Nope you’re on your own,” he winks, “Make sure to tell him about the ‘rash’ while you’re at it.”

And with a laugh, the bathroom door closes.

“I can explain...”

#julie and luke sneaking around #is so much fun to write #and reggie being like bruhh #you think i'm stupid?#nah #julie x luke #luke x julie #juke #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #reggie peters-molina #jatp hc #asks #blue answers asks

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sarah-crewe · 2 years

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bc i am waaaaay too lazy to go through all 100 of those questions and the questions you asked me were all so funnnnn: two, six, fourteen but you don't have to answer, twenty-one, twenty-four, twenty-nine but only if you have a specific answer, forty-one, forty-two, fifty, fifty-five, sixty-one, seventy-five, seventy-six again if you want, eighty-eight, ninety, ninety-seven, ninety-nine, one hundred :D

welp. i typed a lot of these questions and then it deleted them, so i’m going to have a quick cry face down in a marsh and then i’ll brb

okay, now that that's taken care of, let me try again: hilarious and inspired choice, i will absolutely answer those, but like, under the napkin (aka the cut because i talk a lot)

2. What kind of emotions do the stars evoke for you, if any? The ocean, the sky, the moon? i think i might underappreciate the ocean a little too much. maybe because i basically grew up right by the seaside and have the most experience with like the coast and all that. i love the ocean though, especially the fully-clothed, chilling with a book and a stiff sea breeze type of ocean (absolutely hate the beach for summer beach things). all four make me feel very peaceful and thoughtful and grateful and small, but not in a bad way. i do have glow-in-the-dark stars in the shape of constellations (did i send you my star tour, bud?) on my bedroom ceiling...

6. If you have siblings, are you similar to them, and in what ways? it's kind of funny because i used to think that my sister and i were very different, but as we've gotten older, i'm not so sure anymore. in many ways we still are very different, but especially as kids we both kind of marked our territory out once we were old enough. i was always academic and introverted and nerdy and she was always athletic and extroverted and not really into fandom stuff. she took team sports and i took individual artistic sports. i stole art from her (consciously! intentionally!) and did music and theatre. she took trends and teenage drinking (not a dig, lol) and lots and lots of friends. we're still pretty different: i'm still really academic and introverted and kind of a maximalist (hoarder), she's still very into aesthetics and extroverted, and is SO in neutrals and natural colors. but we've eased the boundaries a lot. we both love soccer and have a pretty wide overlap in our music taste. she is a photographer and we both love kids (especially HER kid). i think we value in a similar way and we're both NOT ones to get like... publically emotional without REAL reason... idk, we're not as different as we thought we were

14. What are you worried about right now, if anything? i'm always reminded of the penguin comic when i talk about the two of us and worrying. when am i ever NOT worried about something?? but honestly, between maturing a bit over the last ~half decade, and been on a decent dose of SSRIs for anxiety that i caught from the pandemmy, i'm at least BETTER about working around, through, and over my anxiety. that said i'm still worried, and specifically i'm worrying about the fact that i have to wake up a little bit early tomorrow and afraid that i'm going to oversleep

21. What's the luckiest you've ever been? this was NOT how i was thinking of this question when i sent it to you, but maybe the one time in college when i was going to buy a coffee on a rainy morning before my (predawn) 6:30 am shift at the daycare and, while i was crossing the street i felt a huge truck pass literally INCHES behind me 🙃🫠 like what do you do with yourself at that point? i just bought my coffee and went to work with a haunted look in my eyes lol

24. Does your name suit you? Do you think you "look" like your name? idk, i actually asked you this question because i wasn't sure. i like my name a lot. i think sarah is a lovely name and has a good meaning and story and lots (LOTS) of other sarahs that are great to take inspo from. sadie is a good nickname. i guess maybe i don't feel super connected to it because there are just so many other Sarahs? i wouldn't change it but it's hard to say that something suits me if there are 15 other people named Sarah in the room and we're all totally different, you know? i do love my middle name (mari) and think it suits me. it has family history and i share it with my mom

29. How do you want your body to be treated after your death? i have been an organ donor since i got my license (and actually STRONGLY believe that we should be opt out about organ donation, not opt in!!). outside of that, i'm less sure. i am so not into embalming and traditional burial. i have no interest in that at all. i guess i lean towards cremation or maybe one of the much more natural burials? i'm looking for something low fuss, low chemical, i guess haha

41. Do you find it easy to ask for help? not in the slightest. well, to be most specific (do you expect anything less) the more i trust a person, the more willing i am to ask for help, or the more "practical" the problem, like if something physically is wrong with my car, I'll ask one of my dads or a professional. i do have a gay audacity problem (i think i can handle all crafts, regardless of my actual experience) and i have no emotional problems to ask for help about >.>

42. Does affection come easily to you? affection DOES come easily to me, especially for anyone i kind of click with, then it's compliment city, and then compliment super city if i get positive responses back (and i will mean every one). physical intimacy is less. i *do* want it from specific people, but i'm not great about making that known or pursuing it.

50. What qualities do you find charming? i'm such a sucker for some good wit and someone who can just make me laugh, especially by being smart and insightful. i love talking to people who are interesting, by which i mean have interests that they're passionate about. kindness is very charming too. and i always love me a dweeb and a try-hard.

55. What reminds you of your childhood? oversized sweatshirts and sunglasses over shorts, sunbleached braids, jumping in the lake, all eleven and a half hours on my nostalgia playlist, homemade dresses, fish chowder, reading in bed late at night, playing in the woods, skating and sledding at my aunt's house, hikes, wild strawberries

61. Are you a romantic person? Why? oh desperately romantic. i read too many books as a child and have never been able to correct the notion that the world should be a beautiful, kind, and just place.

75. What is your favourite fairytale? it's always Cinderella, at the end of the day. i have a book of Grimm fairytales i've read cover-to-cover and i love so many of them, but nothing ever gets me like someone who chooses kindness and strength of character and doing just one thing more, even when things are desperate and awful

76. What do you label yourself as, if anything? What subcultures do you identify with, if any? i'm a lesbian. i feel very secure in my gender, and do like the label of women, which i know isn't always true for a lot of my friends and peers. i'm thisclose to feeling comfortable calling myself Jewish but i'm certainly jew-ish by now. i love being a Mainer. i love being a librarian and a nerd and a bookworm. i love being just a LITTLE bit of a daredevil (a sport isn't a sport until you bled for it ;})

88. What's an unusual but useful trait or talent you have? idk if it's unusual, but i am very good at finding things online. it's scary how much information is out there and i know a LOT of things i didn't mean to find out, but even more that I do! and i like being able to just you know. find it.

90. What surname would you choose for yourself? i don't know exactly WHAT it would be, but i feel like i have two of the three components of the perfect last name and i'm just missing that last one. my last name is intuitive to say/spell ✅ , relatively rare ✅ , but a supremely inelegant collection of sounds 🙅🏼‍♀️

97. What is a trivial hill that you are willing to die on? god, i have taurus disease where, if you get me started, i'm ready to die on almost any hill. i'm relatively chill, but One Wrong Move and i get very "i hope you die, i hope we both die". i too asked people close to me what they thought, and basically got the exact same answer back. i'd die on an anthill but none of us know what anthill...

99. Do you enjoy "slice of life" media? ugh YES it is my FAVORITE

100. What do you want an answer to? when?

#a bitch gets wordy sorry #about me tho #love you bud!!

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red-riot-rat · 4 years

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ＲＥＱＵＥＳＴ:Hc's for 1-A reacting to getting a new student with a demon quirk? & maybe when they first meet the reader, they're wearing a mask(that sorta looks like the one the No-Face has) & doesn't have much of their skin showing, so the reader just looks very ominous. BONUS: They are fighting a villain(at night)& then, the reader takes off their mask and starts using their powers on a higher level? If that makes sense to u? Thx in advance!

HEY HEY! yeS I LOVE THSUONSG

Ｇｅｎｒｅ：HEADCANONS

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: CURSING, BAKUGOU, JUST, HIM, mentions of demons (quirk), bad writing, ewkjfdg

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴: THEY/THEM (GENDER NEUTRAL)

AN: vv sorry, writing this with 2 hours of sleep, but iTS FINE

BROOO

For real i love this request,, one of my favs dude

When you walk in, Aizawa is indifferent, but Hizashi is in the room

(Idk why hes just bothering Shota babes) and hEs the one to greet you so immideatly its just

“HEYYYYYYY!” as he reaches his hand out for you to shake,

And you decline in

(more like move your head slightly and then walk to an empty desk near the back if the room)

Everyones just kinda in awe???

Like???

Youve got black leather gloves on, and a choker like Tokoyami’s on, and black tights,

There is literally no sign that youre a human?? Youre not LMAOAOOAS

Aizawa’s chill with you,,,, but hizashi is so utterly confused,,,, but oh well

Deku has already scribbled down your basic appearance, the shape and coloring of your mask everything he can get

Bakugous sizing you up as quietly as he can

Uraraka is on the ceiling

LMOAOAHHAHHA

But as soon as Aizawa sensei is asleep,

EVERYONE FUCKING MIGRATES TO YOU FR FR

Deku sribbles notes, even though youre not replying,

Bakugou is oddly close to your mask or hes just sitting really far, theres literally no inbetween what hes doing because all of them are fawning over you for a whole class period.

Kiri, Denki, Mina, and Sero introduce themselves all at once and then struggle to sort out whos who

The rest of the dekusquad just try to stop Midoriya from muttering because fr its scary and even though you look odd,, or genuinely scary,,,,,

They would like Class 1A to be as welcoming as possible

The only person who seems to have a genuine connection without words it Tokoyami,

Who just glances and just does a little nod, and you nod back

Best buds

Although you havent talked, youre friendly with them,,, but like physically?

Yaomomo was standing at the side of Jirō’s desk, helping with homework, and m*neta

Was RIGHT BEHIND HERE

And here is when you first showed your quirk.

You reach your arm out in the direction of M*neta without even looking up from your desk

And from the tip of your fingers come a black gas like ooze wrap about the grape boy and yanks him back.

You just kinda flick your wrist upwards, and the black ooze sticks him to the roof before disappearing back into your fingers

Then you just

Keep working when everyones just like

I-

Someone jus-

Only time Bakugou respects you

Until

That one night

Everyone was doin late night training,

Everyone was separated very far,,,,, in order for the use of quirks and the ability to genuinely fight and train

And you were training in duos with Midoriya

And as he activated OFA at 5% a loud bang distracted everyone on the fighting grounds, everyone whipping their heads to face the sound

Gasps, small screams and Bakugous anger and absolute adrenaline could be heard

And all of you were faced with a villain, one probably lesser known and none of you cared for

But you cared for the student they lunged for,

The green haired boy,

Targeted by the LOV,

The understudy of the Allmight himself,

Midoriya Izuku.

As the villain moved towards your green haired peer, your intincts kicked in, and your breathe caught in your lungs.

You think its a Nomu, but youre unsure, and honestly couldn’t give one shit. Its eyes are trained the green boy and him only.

Your left arm moved and pushed him behind you and despite his confusion, he moved with you. You moved backwards just a little, your left hand resting of his chest.

“Listen to me Midoriya.” You spoke to him, a smile in your voice.

“Theres no need to break arms.”

Using your right arm, you begin to emit the same black demonlike ooze from the classroom and charged recklessly. Midoriya yelled behind you and for only a second you were distracted by the pain in his voice, and glanced his way as quick as you could.

Within the millisecond, the Nomu flung you behind him with great force. The only reason your impact was diminished so much was the demon that covered 2 thirds of your arm.

You skid across the school grass, groaning from the unpleasant burns on your knees. But you took off none the less.

Your sneakers thud against the ground, brows furrowed and mask attached to your belt as it smung left to right.

“Midoriya! Move!” You yelled to the boy, his confusion obvious. Maybe it was the confusion on the sight of your face and not the mask(and the fact that he realizes he may be a simp), or the fact that you look absolutely angry and its no longer just one arm covered by the demonic spirit.

It was your whole upper body. Similar to Dark Shadow, but its affecting your appearance as well.

Two horns appear on the top of your head, matching the demon reaching for the Nomu in front of him. Your clothes have turned dark, your arms and torso covered by the pure essence of your companion.

Despite not ever getting a response from the green haired boy, you kept running and stayed with your plan. Within seconds, the Nomu was surrounded by darkness wrapped around its torso, and its head and shoulders burrowed in the ground.

(kid cants write fight scenes good and apologiesecsd)

Midoriya?

Fucking stoked

Both because he still has arms, fingers and hands, but also because that my friend,

That was hot.

N e way LMAOOAOFKSDF

He runs up to you after a moment of shock and literal terror

But when he gets there everyone else is already there so he cant get close to you,,,

But everyones astonished,,,, but

You had put your mask back on,, even though it was slightly broken.

Bakugou was angry cuz he didnt get to fight it,

Uraraka was worried over DEKU, and you- of course

Tokoyami was litERALLY JUST AMAZED and so was dark shadow (yes your demon and DS bonded that day LMAOAOKSFJN) so he was just kinda like: that was rad dude

And most? Everyones amazed.

Aizawa isnt thrilled, but hes pround you were able to take the Nomu down within seconds,

But you know it was a weaker Nomu, probably sent to test grounds.

He still scolds you but pats your back in appericiation and just him being proud (dadzawa)

Midoriya?

LITERALLY JSUT LET HIM TAKE NOTES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LMAOSDA -

AN: arE THESE BAD? PROBABLY BUT MOVIN ON LMAOSM;DF

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dalgikiss · 4 years

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Catch-22 // h. iwaizumi

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part 5

tw: name calling towards the end, read at ur own risk idk if people will really get upset over this but this is a just in case

Ryouko’s upset about something again.

Iwaizumi waits patiently for her to say something, poking at the chocolate cake that sits in between them. He never did find out what happened between you and her, noticing the way that her eyes darkened ever so slightly at the mention of your name. He decides to let her bring it up instead of pressing her for details.

He takes a bite, sweet chocolate melting over his taste buds, the same time Ryuoko decides to speak.

“I don’t like it when you hang out with [surname]”

The cake turns bitter in his mouth

You wait outside of the gymnasium doors, kicking up clouds of dirt. You can hear Oikawa teasing Iwaizumi inside, the sound comforting to your ears.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone walking down the path towards doors and you turn away, not wanting to make eye contact in case it was one of Oikawa’s crazy fans. The clouds of dust swirl around your feet, turning your shoes a dusty brown. Before you can notice the hand reaching behind you to grab your attention, the doors burst open and your face splits into a grin at the sight of Kindaichi struggling to carry the water bottles.

“Here, let me help” You easily take some of the bottles away, shuffling them around so you can hold them in your arms. The bottles tower over you and you can barely see what’s in front of you, taking cautious steps, one in front of the other.

Kindaichi’s voice is your only guide as you blindly follow him to the water bottle station. Your vision returns when he reaches over and helps you put them down on the bench. You smile, shaking out your arms and the tips of his ears turn bright red at the way you look at him. He fumbles for a bottle, hurriedly rushing to refill them.

There��s silence between the two of you, save for the rush of water from the faucets and the occasional hey! From Kindaichi when you decide to splash some on him.

“Do you know why Iwaizumi-san has been so on edge lately?”

The question makes you freeze a little bit, fingers tightening their grip on the plastic green bottle.

“What do you mean?”

Kindaichi takes another bottle, running it under the faucet. “He’s hitting the ball a little harder than usual. I think our volleyballs are permanently damaged by the force he’s been using” As though to emphasize his point, he reaches up over his head and pretends to slam down on an imaginary volleyball with a small sound effect.

(You hold in a small laugh at the sight. Even though he practically towers over you, all lean muscle and height, he suddenly resembled a young Oikawa)

Setting down the last of the water bottle, you reach over and gently pat Kindaichi’s cheek. “He’s probably stressed over some exam we have to take for literature, You know how much he hates that”

Kindaichi turns red at the contact, stuttering an agreement. Your grin grows wider, using your other hand to pinch his cheeks. “Don’t worry too much about it. If it gets worse, Oikawa or Hanamaki’ll take him down a notch and if that doesn’t work? I’ll take him down”

You pretend to punch the air and it’s his turn to laugh.

“Thanks senpai”

You let him lead the way back to the gym, arms full of now filled water bottles, ignoring the way your stomach swirls uncomfortably.

Oikawa tackles you the second you walk through the door, bottles flying everywhere. “Hey cutie! I’ve missed you!”

“Oikawa no, I’m holding- oof”

The bottles tumble to the ground, opening your arms just in time in a feeble attempt to catch him. You stumble backwards against his weight, feet slipping underneath you and before you know it, you’re falling towards the floor.

Bracing yourself for the impact, you squeeze your eyes shut and duck your head into the crook of Oikawa’s neck but it never comes. Oikawa twists the both of you around so he hit the floor instead, letting out a little ‘ow’. He pats your head, voice coming out slightly strained. “Did you really think I’d let you hit the floor?”

You flush, sitting up and smack him on the chest. “Your fans are gonna kill me”

“Don’t worry, I’ll never let them hurt my precious cutie!”

Matsukawa stands in front of the both of you, shaking his head in disgust. “You’re both so child-” He never gets to finish his sentence when you smack his chest.

Hanamaki walks over, snorting when he sees Matsukawa doubled over in pain. There’s yelling coming from both of you, Oikawa chiming in from time to time and you want to sit back and remember this moment forever.

My boys. My friends. I don't want to leave this

You feign ignorance at the fact that Iwaizumi isn’t here to listen to you guys, preoccupied with his girlfriend and shuffle your way into the middle of the little circle they’ve made so she doesn’t see you.

Your eyes meet Iwaizumi’s green ones for a brief moment and you tentatively raise your hand in greeting, dropping it just as fast as it came. He nods and for a split second he looks like he needs to say something but then Ryuoko pulls on his arm and you look away.

This is okay. I’m fine

Your train of thoughts is interrupted when you’re suddenly thrown over Oikawa’s shoulder, letting out a shriek of surprise

“Oikawa, let me go! What are you doing?”

Your punches to his back do no damage at all as he jogs to the vending machine, Matsukawa and Hanamaki trailing along.

“Trashykawa, you asshole!”

Iwaizumi’s attention is split between watching his friends walk away and his girlfriend in front of him.

“I don’t like it when you hang out with [surname]”

Iwaizumi swallows his bite of chocolate cake.

“What do you mean?”

Ryuoko stares at her fork. “I just- She looks- I can’t explain. I just don’t like it when you hang out with her. She’s always giving me dirty looks and tries to rub it in my face that you’re her friend but i’m your girlfriend! Don’t you care about me more?”

He sets down his fork. “Are you asking me to pick between my friends and you?”

“Ugh no, you’re not listening!” Ryuoko crumples up the napkin in her hand. “Look, can you just stop hanging out with her? It’s so obvious she doesn’t like me anyways and you’re just ignoring it because she’s your friend!”

The conversation sounds eerily similar to when you had this argument with him about her.

You’re blind if you don’t see that she doesn’t like me

Ryuoko sets down her fork, the metal utensil clattering noisily against the ceramic plate. “Look, all I’m saying is that [surname] a bitch. She’s always giving me these dirty looks and I bet you she talks shit about me behind both of our backs. You can ask Oikawa! He probably likes me more than her anyways”

His grip on his fork tightens.

“Do you really want to be hanging out with someone like [surname]? She’s a fucking whore anyways”

Iwaizumi’s gut churns uncomfortably at the way you were being spoken. “Don’t talk about my friends like that”

Ryuoko looks at him incredulously, “After everything I said, you’re just going to defend her? It’s so obvious she’s trying to tear our relationship apart!"

He lets out a deep sigh through his nose, pinching his nose bridge. He’s tired, extremely tired. “Ryuoko, she sits next to me in class. Even if I were to avoid her, it’s not possible and she’s my friend. I’m not saying you have to become her best friend but can’t you just try to be nice?”

She lets out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. “I am trying to be nice! But that bitch-” Iwaizumi’s expression hardens and Ryuoko hastily corrects her mistake. “-That girl clearly isn’t even trying”

Iwaizumi’s head hurts

“Do you like her more than me or something?”

His eye shoots up to meet hers. “Are you being serious right now? You’re my girlfriend and she’s my friend. She doesn’t like me”

Ryoko rolls her eyes. “That’s what you think” she mutters, thinking back to the soft looks you’re unaware you give him when he’s not looking

“What?”

“Nothing! Can’t you just do this one thing for me? You’re being super unreasonable right now”

His eye twitches in annoyance but shoves his snarky response down his throat. “I’m not going to ignore her, she’s my friend but-” Iwaizumi lets out a loud sigh, tired eyes looking at his girlfriend. “- I’ll spend more time with you than her, okay?”

Ryuoko relents, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his forehead. “Thanks for listening to me!”

He only lets out a grunt of acknowledgement, standing up from his chair. “I’ll see you after practice okay?”

She hums, taking a bite from the forgotten chocolate cake. ‘Okay! See you then!”

#iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Wendyy! Hello, hello!

I can't believe we follow the same meme pages!! I'm sooo happy. And I also love solitaire, though I've never played Scrabble in my life (maybe some day we can play online. Is that even possible? And please, don't kick my ass if we do 🥺).

I'm sorry to hear you are having a hard time, but I'm relieved knowing that are taking your time!!

I think I can upload some recipes during the weekend! I'll see how I'm going to share them, so bare with me for a few days more! Have you got any specific food in mind? Is there something you don't like? Let me know so I can start passing them to digital format (again, idk if this collocation is ok😣).

I totally get your point about travelling. It's really interesting to see other people who is completely different from you or your friends or the people you normally see in your city! I'd have like to go to museums or art galleries when I went to the USA, but we had really little time!! I guess it'll be the next I'm there!

So, I tried pepperoni pizza and it wasn't bad, but it wasn't my favourite! I'm really curious about the garlic butter crust. It sounds appetising 🤤🤤🤤. Also, thanks for teaching me how to say ice-cream in Norwegian!

About my pupper!! She is not the only one. There is another dog in my family and I forgot about her! I feel terrible! Her name is Florencia, but we call her Floppy! She is really short but she is big! It's so cute. I remember when she first came to my house, she was really ill-mannered. But as time passed by, she became a really good girl! However, she is REALLY jealous of Kira. They don't like each other at all 😣. But my family and I are trying to make them get along well! And about their nicknames, Floppy is just Floppy. But Kira has some others, like Kirita (it's a sort of diminutive), Pelopincho (which is the name of a brand that makes something like kiddie pools. Again, I had to do research about different types of swimming pools and I'm not sure about the terms I'm using. The reason why we call her like that is because she LOVES swimming pools, though she hates showers), pumpkin and baby (both in English 😂).

If I had to choose only one ice-cream flavour, I'd go with Lemon pie. Now, I know that lemon pie is exactly that, a pie. However, there are wonderful people on this planet that made possible to make this amazing dessert into ice-cream.

I haven't had pistachio ice-cream yet, but I really want to try it. I haven't found a place which sells it here yet!

So looked for the difference between gelato and ice-cream and I think we don't have that here. But, considering that gelato has lower fat content, I think that helados de agua (ice-cream made with water instead of cream) are the most similar thing around here. I like them a lot too. I tend to try them every time I have the opportunity. Just yesterday I had pink grapefruit and tangerine gelato (I guess it was gelato). It was really good!

I do have a favourite fruit, which is pineapple 🍍. I also like citrus and berries a lot. The only fruit I don't like are avocados (I hate it, sorry 😖😝) and plums.

What about your favourite ice-cream and gelato flavour? Have you tried pistachio? And what about your favourite fruit? What other countries have you been apart from the ones you have mentioned so far? What is your favourite colour?

Con mucho amor,

♠️V♠️

Ps: I realised I'm writing lengthy messages. If want me to shorten them, just tell me.

Good morning, V!

I promise I won't kick your ass at Scrabble lol! I'll make it easy for you, for sure. And I'm sure there's a way to play scrabble online! We'll have to do that very soon.

I don't have any specific recipes in mind. I just love to cook! I'm excited to see what you send and I'll take pictures when I cook it :)

There are so many beautiful museums and art galleries; I actually chose where to live based on the proximity to the local art gallery )it's within walking distance) and that has been the thing I do on my days off. I've got a membership, so I've seen almost every exhibit they have installed in the gallery for now. It'll change next month, which is what I look forward to the most!

What's your favorite type of pizza? Also, the garlic crust is just *mmmph* the pièce de résistance! My taste buds rejoice when the delivery man comes lol

Lemon pie ice cream! When I think about citrus-y ice cream, I get a little worried, but then again, I do love the taste of lemon and orange normally, so maybe it's worth a try!

F L O P P Y

I would like to buy one floppy, please. (Though Sebastian is plenty floppy himself.)

I'm okay with avocados in quac, but that's it. No plums for me either. To answer your questions: I love chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and berry flavored gelato. I have NOT tried pistachio (too scared to lol) My favorite fruits are apples, raspberries, and blackberries. I've also been to Amsterdam, Turkey, and Italy. We planned to go to Cancun for summer break, but that didn't work out the way we wanted it to. Maybe I'll go after we go to Ireland next year. And finally, my favorite color is blue. (Robin's egg blue to be exact, but I love all shades of blue).

What's your favorite color? Any preference between classical musicians or jazz? Do you prefer coffee or tea??

Can't wait to hear from you.

Jeg elsker deg!

Wendy

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snarkandsarcasmftw · 4 years

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twenty questions

I was tagged by the lovely @adampage @cowboyshit @hungmanhorsecarriage @hotyeehawman on my writing blog snarkwriteswrasslin and @wardl0w - my bb. So, now that my laptop is FINALLY fixed, I’m just gonna do this real quick. My tags will be at the bottom but it’s no pressure to do this, okay?

what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Ashley. A few people on here call me Snark and I don’t mind it, honestly. So, Ashley or Snark, whatever works for you.

when is your birthday?

November 2. I’m a whole year older now. And not the least bit wiser.

where do you live?

North Dakota

three things you are doing right now?

Listening to Spotify, answering this and setting up my computer / whining about it via text to J.

four fandoms that have peaked your interest.

Sons of Anarchy, wrestling, The Walking Dead, Supernatural and Stranger Things. There’s way more than four, jsyk.

how has the pandemic been treating you?

I mean... It could’ve been worse, but it could be so much fucking better too. My dad got Covid not too long ago, yeah, that scared the fuck out of me. I’m always worried that family or friends will get it. It’s made my anxiety grow in leaps and bounds, but beyond that, we’ve (my husband and I) been lucky in that it hasn’t been a huge strain on us financially *knocks on wood profusely bc luck.*

a song you can’t stop listening to right now?

Under The Graveyard- Ozzy Osbourne

recommend a movie.

Uhhh... Shit... Lemme think. Oh!! Sweet Home Alabama. It’s not my usual type movie, but it is one of my guilty pleasure ones. Twister though... That’s my alltime fave guilty pleasure movie, so either of those.

how old are you?

36. I’m an old lady.

school, university, occupation, other?

previously worked as a server, a few other similar jobs. Currently am not working but when this Rona shit eases up more, I’m gonna start looking for office type work again...

do you prefer heat or cold?

Neither. I want it kind of in the middle. Otherwise, I get to be a whiny little bitch about it. I can’t stand being too hot or too cold.

name one fact others may not know about you.

I was born with a condition called congenital hypothyroidism. Honestly, it’s not a big deal other than the chance that I may well not be able to ever have children bc it’s known to cause fertility issues...

are you shy?

Sober, yes. Drunk? Nooooo fuckin way bud. Online? Hell to the nah. I’ll pretty much talk to anyone online or when I’m drunk (unless you’re being obnoxious or a shithead or you’re a goddamn porn bot on here / you send me dick pics bc ew gross) but when I’m sober and IRL, not online? I do not speak a whole lot. And it’s not so much being shy as it is just preferring not to talk much IRL? Like.. I can just chill with someone in the room and be perfectly content.

preferred pronouns?

her/she.

biggest pet peeves?

uhhh, fuck.. silverware scraping teeth when people eat, even though I used to do that myself... Smacking when someone chews... People who pretend to like someone and then either ghost them or go behind their back and tell a whole other story. Just be real with me and don’t smack your damn food and we’re good. (JK on the smacking. I can at least kinda tolerate that. But be real with me. If you don’t like me or whatever, be up front. No need to ghost or be a backstabbing person.)

what is your favorite “dere” type?

Urmm? Idk? Is this like an animal or something?

rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.

about an 8. I’m pretty damn happy with my life, tbh? But there are definitely things I wanna work on and improve. ( weight, health and finding work eventually)

what’s your main blog?

This one

list your side blogs and what they’re used for.

@snarkwriteswrasslin is my wrestling fic blog. @snarkwritesmultifandom is my multifandom fic blog. @ashleysinspirationhoard is a side blog where I store writing memes / prompts and pictures and stuff for inspiration purposes when I write and roleplay and my rp blog is just saved but hasn’t been set up bc I keep talking myself out of getting back to rp on here...

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

Sometimes, I zone out. Sometimes I just don’t come online. A lot of socialization has recently started to exhaust me and when I come on and see a ton of fighting and drama on the dash, I’m liable to yeet myself away. I take constant breaks from social media, but... If you’re my friend, I will definitely try my best to talk to you when I’m online. I try not to annoy people, but I feel like I constantly do, so if I ever just stop talking and you see me posting on the dash, I’m probably just giving you space because I feel like I’ve been annoying or something. Anxiety is a bitch. For the most part I can keep a conversation going, but sometimes I’m just drained. Or I get busy. Please never take it personal if I’m on here but I’m not talking to you or anything. Sometimes I just come on to reblog sexy men and drool for hours.

But I promise you guys, I love you all. And I am a friendly person. I am always open to talk, no matter who or about what. If you want to get to know me, please don’t stop yourself because I promise you, I’m a harmless idiot. With major anxiety.

Tagging: Again, no pressure if any of you don’t wanna do this.

@the-ville-idiot @schizoauthoress @rampagewriting @champemoskellyboi @champbucks @chasingeverybreakingwave @andie01 and anyone else who wants to do this.

#ashley plays tag games.#ashley attempts to be social

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h1kari · 4 years

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hey lol idk if requests are still open but if they are -

can u ship me with a haikyuu character lol

im an aquarius, i’m 5’2 (shhh im short i know), she/her, i have rly crazy curly hair (i cant control it no matter how hard i try ~) and i have grey eyes. i don’t have many friends because im not that social, but once i become friends w someone i like i become crazy extrovert idk how... i rly wanna be an engineer or a forensic scientist when i get older - i just think it’s neat

personality wise - INTJ 5w4 (i am so sorry if u don’t know what that means) and i like to listen to a lot of music. like all the time. i’m pretty quiet and i tend to ✨overanalyse ✨ everyone and everything. i find loud and energetic people the most fun to be around - but i get drained super quickly when i’m w them. idk i’m also pretty touch starved (which sucks cause touch is how i like ✨express my love✨ or whatever u call it but u literally cant) oh and also i have anxiety and i hate it and it sucks :(

lol i’m so sorry for this dump of information - u seem super cool and i hope ur keeping well and yeah :)

I ship you withh 🥁🥁🥁 suga! First ship with this mans alright! Let’s get right to it ^^

A relationship with suga gives me good ol classmates to lovers vibes, yknow? He seems like an introvert to me but that doesn’t mean he isn’t friendly or anything. So i feel like he’d just approach you of you, let’s say, were a new exchange student or something. Sugawara really is a god at making others feel comfortable, and you’re no exception. He also seems like a star student, class president type and all. Because of this, he’d show you around the school, and you’d both be like huh, they’re pretty cute ngl 👀 and polite 👀👀??? Sing me up b. SO you’d become pretty close relatively quickly! Doing hw together, studying, just hanging out, eating together, etc. Also suga is a gemini and gem x aqua go great together, and according to the personality database suga is an infj -> infjs + intjs are very similar so expect a lot of understanding and connection 😌

Onto confession part, suga would consider confessing to you, but he’d have a hard time. I mean it’s embarrassing ok ??😩 but his buds daichi and asahi def encourage him. “Dude open your eyes, she obviously likes you” “THEN WHY DOESN’T SHE CONFESS!!” “BECAUSE SHE IS SHE- YOU KNOW HER” dammit lady!! When suga finally gathers the courage to confess, it’s while you’re walking home together. It’s super sweet ngl. Like, those typical anime scenes where the wind is blowing and the sun is setting 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 suga is a romantic i won’t take any criticism. Obviously you say yes when he asks you out, but you take a few seconds to get the words out cuz you’re all like ???&$&?$?$?&(&)?$ cuz how the ✨fuck✨do you react holy shit this whole ass angel just told you he like likes you (ngl he lowkey thinks you’re gonna reject him cuz you hesitated akshsjdh poor bab)

DATE IDEAS!! Showing each other music and making playlists together 👉🏻👈🏻 suga has elite music taste 😳✋ so you guys are always listening to the other’s stuff. Picnics!! Idk why but suga gives me major picnic vibes, it’s fun alright!! You guys can cook and chill with some pretty scenery and music. Super peaceful!! Sometimes you just walk around town to go to the movies and later get some ice cream or coffee, so you can talk about the movie and ✨discuss✨

Anyways, onto couple shenanigans 🥺 you get along real well with his team ofc, but especially w nishinoya and tanaka, they’re just so hilarious and full of energy yknow!! They adore you too!! Suga is so full of pride and love when he sees you all having fun together, plus i don’t see him like the jealous type so he is genuinely happy. Also, you know how he is pretty outgoing right? So you really like that, he’s fun and sometimes even chaotic, but whenever your social battery runs out, he seems to match your energy and goes into his calm mom mode. Whenever this happens, he either leaves you alone (if you want to be alone, that is) or he’ll read, watch tv or study by your side. It’s adorable. He’s also quite a touchy person, but he takes his time in doing so, cuz he worries that you might get overwhelmed by his sudden affections. He’s quite the people reader as well, so he takes mental notes of your reactions at his advances, making sure he doesn’t overstep any boundaries. He wants you to be as comfortable as you can. Besides all this, he helps a lot with your anxiety, he did his homework, so he knows what to do and what works for you. And if you need help with anything, he’ll give you a hundred hands if you need it. He’s very reassuring too, whenever you get into your overanalyzing, he’ll tell you over and over how much he loves you. Even if it takes hours🥺💞💞

I hope you liked it and thanks for the submission!! Don’t worry about the info dump, it makes writing easier. So thank you again!! Have a great one lovely 🥰🥰

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