#joki talks

[jokiyo]

Ten People I'd like to know better tag!

I was tagged by the lovely @salemssimblr <3 how fun!

Last Song:

Favorite Color: Burgundy or Pale Yellow!

Last Movie: First watch: Wicked, Rewatch: Challengers

Last Book: I reread 1984 by George Orwell, but I'm reading the Shatter Me series as well!

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: I have a savory tooth, can't get enough.

Last Thing I Googled: Like 20 or so seconds go, "weinrot in English" (it's burgundy lol)

Current Obsession: I actually had to think about this one... I guess it'd be baking, I've been on a wormhole of saving recipes for a friend get together!

Looking Forward To: Another tough one... if I had to pick, it'd be when it gets warm again and I can go to the beach, or my birthday, because I plan on travelling!

It took me a little bit to get to this, but I love doing stuff like this, please more! Lol, I'll tag.... @orbitsuns @grrimssims @retrotrait @eccedente @wintily @waveport @cinnybunsims @moonlitfalls @staerily anddd @rasoyas , and anyone else who wants to do it, hooray! (feel free to ignore if you want, or if you've already done it ^_^)

[stuffedsand]

for the violence ask game: 8 common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about. for milgram. i know exactly what you're going to say i just want to see you go off again

Hiii bestie. You do know what I'm about to talk about. Yippee

Disclaimer that this whole essay is like. For fun and how I say things is ramped up to be funny. I don't mind if you disagree w me cuz like that's the nature of things! We disagree but we can get along.

Anyways short answer for people who don't wanna see the essay: organ harvesting theory. This is about shidou.

Idk how prevalent it is rn since not many people even talk about shidou but it was prevalent enough in June when I got into milgram that I believed it for a bit anyways the rest in under the cut cuz I'm insane sorrg

SO the main reason I think the theory is WRONG (hyperbole‼️) is because I just think it's unrealistic. Man works in a hospital in Japan. How would he pull it off. Scuff an operation bad enough to cause braindeath/death and I'm p sure they suspend your medical licence, if he participated in an organ harvesting operation pre-family-accident his case would then be black and white cuz he was doing it in complete sound mind with no regard for human life. Also it wouldn't justify the extreme reaction he's had to realizing, specifically, "what I've been robbing people of" (t1 voice trailer), and he wouldn't have as heavy a focus on the relatives' feelings and reactions. At least story writing wise it'd make less sense since it doesn't allude to anything if that's the end goal? Imo at least. Idk maybe this is because I really like tragedies in media. Also because it'd be a really disproportionately severe crime compared to every other direct murderer???? Like. We have strangled someone, stabbed someone, bludgeoning, bludgeoning, kicked someone to death. Organ harvesting looks cartoony in this context. It's also not a very prevelant issue in Japan iirc.

Also to prove my point further. If we use this theories the murders would be

Strangling, abortion??????, cyber bullying, stabbing, organ harvesting, toxic r/s, telling the truth (lmao), bludgeoning, bludgeoning, bludgeoning (minus weapon). Organ harvesting is goofy cuz it seems so.... Extreme,,,,,,,

ALSSOOOOO funny point. If he's not directly involved in his murder (as in, unintentional and indirect) that makes 5 direct and 5 indirect. Silly.

Also also his murder seems somewhat tied to how he feels about his job itself ("I wanted to contribute to society (about his career choice)/I had thought my work was a contribution to society", use of past tense) and to me it reads like hes disillusioned w his job esp since his reason for getting a highly sought after, high paying and high social ranking job is "I wanted to contribute to society". Doctors with that empathy can be affected by the death around them more severely and I think that's a fun topic to look at

I count this under "common fandom opinion" cuz it was common enough around June (whenyours truesly got into milgram) that I believed it. I mean I introduced shidou to my friend (hello clown) as "maybe Dr malpractice. Organ harvesting dude" and said friend (hello again clown) is also the one who's heard me bash the organ harvesting theory like 6 times at least now so. Yippee.

Take none of this seriously I just got off a plane and am so very eepy. If you like the organ harvesting theory good for you!!!!!!!💥💥💥💥💥 you do you bestie !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I literally do not think less of anyone who believes that theory I just personally dont lmao

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[symphonicsoul]

Back with doodling more Misterican OCs because Kai wanted one but has not the patience to draw, so here I am doing it for them.

This is Helmi Joki || Pearl River (Hell-me YO-key) Joki is the child of Piipsa Hopea Sumu and a highly respected member of Misterica's Church. They don't always agree with the practices of the Church concerning the Child of White and have had more than one argument with their father about it.

Joki is 7 years older than Pilvi.

[theodorenmyth]

Valentine Hunt

Pairings ; Theodore Nott x M!Reader

Summary ; Theodore Nott leaves you a trail of heartfelt clues across Hogwarts, each revealing how much he knows and cares for you. With help from his friends, he builds up to a final confession at the Astronomy Tower, where you answer—not with words, but with a kiss.

A/N ; Happy Valentine's day everyone

Warnings ; none

Wordcount ; 1.8k+

Hogwarts, February 14th — Morning

Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts was, in a word, chaotic.

Every year, without fail, the castle was transformed into a spectacle of romance—whether the students wanted it or not.

This year, however, was especially bad.

Rumor had it that Professor Lockhart had bribed Dumbledore into letting him return for a “special, one-day-only Celebration of Love” event. And, unfortunately, that meant Hogwarts had been utterly butchered in his signature over-the-top style.

The moment you stepped into the Great Hall, you were assaulted by an explosion of pink.

Heart-shaped lanterns floated near the enchanted ceiling, casting a soft, rosy glow over the students below. Enchanted rose petals drifted down like snow, catching in people’s hair and robes. The worst part, however, was the cherubs—dozens of them, fluttering through the hallways, giggling as they swooped down on unsuspecting students, reciting love poems so mortifying they made even the boldest Gryffindors squirm.

You slid into your usual seat at the Slytherin table, rubbing your temples. “This is a nightmare.”

“You’re telling me,” Theodore muttered beside you. “If one of those bloody cherubs comes near me, I’m hexing it.”

Mattheo, sitting across from you, smirked. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

Further down the table, Pansy sighed dramatically, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Honestly, you lot are so unromantic. Valentine's Day is adorable.”

Blaise raised an eyebrow. “You do realize it looks like a Pepto-Bismol factory exploded in here, right?”

Astoria, nibbling on a piece of toast, giggled. “He has a point.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Lorenzo said. “People actually putting effort into romance for once.”

Draco, ever the cynic, rolled his eyes. “It’s desperation, Berkshire, not effort.” He gestured to the Hufflepuff table, where a poor fifth-year had just been ambushed by three cherubs at once. “Look at that. Tragic.”

You snorted, turning back to Theodore—only to find him deep in thought, idly twirling his quill between his fingers.

Suspicious.

“You alright, Theo?”

He startled slightly, snapping out of his daze. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

You hummed, not entirely convinced.

Unbeknownst to you, Theodore had spent weeks planning what was about to unfold.

Because this year, he wasn’t spending Valentine’s Day sulking over how much he hated it.

This year, he had a goal.

And that goal?

To finally—finally—get you to be his Valentine.

And, of course, his friends knew all about it.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — The Master Plan

Later that morning, in a tucked-away corner of the dungeons, a secret council of scheming had gathered.

Theodore paced in front of the group, arms crossed. “Alright. Last-minute review.”

Pansy, perched on a stone bench, smirked. “You mean last-minute panic.”

“Shut up.”

Mattheo leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. “So, eight clues, yeah?”

Theodore nodded. “Each one leads to a new location, with hints about me—nothing too obvious, but enough that he should figure it out by the last one.”

Astoria beamed. “It’s adorable, Theo.”

Blaise, ever the realist, sighed. “He’s also a bit of an idiot. What if he doesn’t get it?”

Lorenzo snickered. “Then we force him to get it.”

Draco, looking as though he’d rather be anywhere else, drawled, “Are we absolutely sure this is necessary? You could just—oh, I don’t know—talk to him?”

“No,” Theo said flatly.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Merlin, you’re helpless.”

Theodore scowled. “Look, I know he likes me back—at least, I think he does. But he’s oblivious. If I just tell him, he might— I don’t know—think I’m joking or something.”

Mattheo nodded solemnly. “Oblivious is an understatement. You could kiss him and he’d probably go, ‘Wow, Theo, you’re such a good friend.’”

Theodore groaned. “Exactly.”

Astoria clapped her hands together. “Well, that’s why we’re here! Operation get Theo a Valentine is officially in motion.”

Blaise snorted. “That’s a terrible name.”

She stuck her tongue out.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is idiotic.”

Lorenzo grinned. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Draco scowled. “Unfortunately.”

Pansy waved him off. “Alright, everyone knows their part, yes?”

The group nodded.

Mattheo grinned. “Then let’s get this poor bastard a boyfriend.”

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue One

The plan was simple.

Each clue was carefully placed in locations you frequented—places tied to small, personal moments between you and Theo. The first? Your Potions textbook.

Professor Snape had barely begun his lecture when you flipped open your book—only to have a neatly folded note flutter onto your desk.

You blinked. That definitely wasn’t there before.

Suspicious.

Unfolding the parchment, you read:

"I hear love potions smell different to everyone. What does yours smell like?"

You frowned. Amortentia?

You had smelled it before—warm parchment, fresh rain, and something else you could never quite place.

Weird.

You glanced around the room. No one was looking at you—except Theodore, who quickly turned away, pretending to be utterly fascinated by his cauldron.

Very suspicious.

Mattheo, sitting beside you, leaned over. “Something interesting?”

You sighed. “I think someone’s messing with me.”

Lorenzo smirked. “Or maybe someone’s flirting with you.”

You snorted. “Unlikely.”

Blaise hummed. “You’re so dense.”

You rolled your eyes.

But still, you couldn’t help but wonder—who was behind the notes?

And why did it make your heart race just a little?

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Two

After Potions, you spent most of the class break trying to figure out who had left you the note.

It had to be someone who knew you—someone who had access to your things without you noticing.

That narrowed it down to a very small group of people.

Mattheo? Possible, but he’d have rubbed it in your face already.

Lorenzo? He was a hopeless romantic, but this seemed too subtle.

Pansy? She would meddle, but she wasn’t exactly poetic.

Astoria? No, not really.

Blaise? He didn’t have the patience.

Draco? Absolutely not.

Which left—

You frowned.

No. Not Theodore.

You quickly shoved the thought away, it couldn’t be him.

You and Theo had been friends for years, and sure, you may have had an embarrassingly huge crush on him, but he didn’t feel the same way. Did he?

Lost in thought, you barely noticed when someone nudged you in the hallway.

Pansy.

“Oi, lover boy.” She smirked, holding out a small, folded parchment. “Looks like you’ve got mail.”

You narrowed your eyes, taking the note. “Where did you—?”

“Oh, I just happened to find it in your Charms seat.” She winked, sauntering off before you could question her further.

Unfolding the note, you read:

"You once told me the stars made you feel small, but I think you shine brighter than any of them."

Your heart stuttered.

What the fuck?

You remembered that conversation.

It had been late one night in the Astronomy Tower, just you and Theo. You’d been staring at the sky, lost in thought, and had offhandedly mentioned how insignificant everything felt under the stars.

And Theo—he’d given you this look. Something warm, something unreadable. Then, he had muttered something under his breath—something you hadn’t quite caught.

Was this what he had said?

You swallowed hard.

Could it really be him?

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Three

By the time you reached the library, your mind was spinning.

You needed answers.

Instead, you found another note.

Tucked between the pages of your favorite book—the one you always reread when you needed comfort.

"You always reach for this when you think no one is looking. I notice."

You exhaled sharply.

This was too personal. Too specific.

Whoever was leaving these knew you better than anyone.

And, at this point, there was only one real possibility.

Your stomach twisted.

Was it really Theo..?

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Four

You weren’t given much time to dwell.

Because, the moment you stepped into the common room, Astoria ambushed you.

“Oh, there you are!” She beamed, grabbing your arm. “Come with me.”

You barely had time to protest before she dragged you across the room—straight to the fireplace, where a single chocolate frog box was waiting on the mantel.

With a note.

"I know you always steal mine, so I figured I'd get you one of your own for once."

Your lips parted slightly.

You did steal Theo’s chocolate frogs. Constantly.

He always complained about it.

Yet, he never stopped bringing extra.

Your heart pounded.

It had to be him.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Five

Lorenzo caught you in the courtyard.

“Took you long enough,” he teased, holding out yet another note.

You grabbed it, unfolding it quickly.

"I hate mornings, but I don’t mind them as much when you’re there."

Your breath hitched.

You and Theo always sat together at breakfast. Most days, he was half-asleep, grumbling into his tea, but he always let you steal bites of his food without complaint.

You looked up at Lorenzo. “This is Theo, isn’t it?”

He grinned. “Took you long enough.”

Your stomach flipped.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Six

By now, you were actively searching for the next clue.

And you found it easily.

Sitting on your bed in the dormitory.

Your pillow had been slightly shifted, revealing a note tucked beneath it.

"You’re the last thing on my mind before I sleep, and the first thing when I wake up."

You sat down hard.

Your hands trembled slightly as you held the parchment.

This wasn’t just flirting.

This wasn’t just some silly game.

Theo—he felt something.

Something real.

And he wanted you to know.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Seven

Blaise was waiting for you outside the Great Hall.

He smirked, holding out a final note.

But this one—this one was different.

Not just a short sentence.

A full, proper confession.

You unfolded it carefully, reading:

"I’ve spent years watching you, admiring you, falling for you.

And maybe I should’ve said something sooner, but—

Well, I’m saying it now.

Meet me in the Slytherin Common Room at midnight. If you want this—if you want me—I’ll be waiting."

Your breath hitched.

This was it.

This was real.

And you knew exactly what you were going to do.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Eight (Finale)

Midnight.

When you stepped into the common room, it was empty except for Theodore, standing by the fireplace, hands shoved into his robe pockets.

You hesitated.

“So,” you said, voice light, “was this your doing?”

Theodore shifted, looking almost shy. “Maybe.”

You smirked. “You do realize you could’ve just asked, right?”

He scoffed. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You grinned, stepping closer. “So? What now?”

His fingers curled and uncurled at his sides. “Now I ask you— will you be my Valentine?”

The question hung between you, quiet and uncertain.

You didn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” you murmured. “Yeah, Theo. I will.”

His breath hitched. “Really?”

You laughed, reaching up to tug him down by the collar of his robe. “Really.”

And then you kissed him.

Outside the common room, the rest of your friends stood, eavesdropping with victorious grins.

Mattheo smirked. “Told you he’d say yes.”

Pansy pocketed a handful of sickles. “And I told you Theo would need a whole damn scavenger hunt to actually confess.”

Astoria beamed. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

[skylarsblue]

✦I have more C.o.D Quotes✦

Gaz: How’s your head? Y/N: Well, I haven’t had any complaints yet. Gaz: …excuse me? Y/N: Oh uh, I think I’ll live-

-- (Somewhere in Greece with a fuck ton of cats) Ghost, watching Price sneeze every five seconds: What a catastrophe. Gaz: No. Y/N: PFFT- Soap: Stop, no, don’t encourage him. Y/N: Ahem! Right, right. Not funny. Ghost: I am purrfectly capable of being funny. Y/N: *struggling* Gaz: Sometimes I wish you didn’t have a mouth.

-- Just a scene of Y/N taking out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing they cap, then putting one of those lid caps on. (Like the ones you have on those fancy Gatorades) Taking a huge swig and closing the cap on it as Soap watches in amusement, & Price in fear.

-- Ghost: Quit messing with my hand. Soap: Quit messing with my hair! Y/N: Quit being gay. Gaz: PFFFT Y/N: Both problems solved.

-- Y/N, on the comms: You have thirteen seconds before the building fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe- Ghost: … Y/N: And you green gumball son of a bitch. Gaz: Wha-?! Soap: *WHEEZE* Y/N: You have done nothing but ruin my life; I hope you both die.

-- Soap, Gaz, & Y/N: *cackling* Laswell, losing at poker: I miss my wife, Price. Price: *places down cards* Laswell: I miss my wife.

-- Ghost, overstimulated & a lil drunk: AHHHHHH MY BONES Y/N: *frantically getting headphones* Soap, drunk: *wheeze* Gaz: Ah. I know I should’ve- *dies coughing* Soap: *more wheezing*

-- Graves *kicks in door* WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER DOT COM?! Y/N: SUCK IT, BITCH BOY!! Alejandro: *aggressively slapping his leg while silently laughing* Rudy: *pointing and laughing* Valeria, in handcuffs: Ha, dumbass.

-- Graves: Bitch, you are gonna get in this car or I’m popping between ya eyes! Valeria: Hey, I know you. I saw your dick on Twitter! Graves: NOOOOOO Y/N: AHAHA!

-- Graves: C’mon Johnn- Y/N: *chucks a rock at Graves’ head* Graves: OW, WHY?! Y/N: NO JOHNNY FOR YOU! He goes by Soap and we respect that! Graves: Ghost calls him that! Y/N: CAUSE GHOST HAS PERMISSION, you EARN the right to Johnny! And I will be damned if anyone else earns the right before me. I been working my ass off to get the Johnny privilege and you will NOT get it for free! Soap, who’s just been standing there the whole time: *leans to Gaz* Have they actually been taking it that seriously? Gaz: Yeah. They’ve also been working real hard to try and get the right to call Captain “John”. Shoulda seen their face when I said they can call me Kyle. Soap: That’s…really sweet, I’ll give’em permission later. Gaz: Why not now? Soap: I wanna see that bastard get chewed out some more.

-- Y/N, perched on Price’s desk: Captain. Price: *sigh* Y/N: Captain I crave violence.

-- Ghost: Your family line deserves to die with you, only shame it didn’t end before you. Graves: ….I just sat down!

-- Y/N: You’re like…the human incarnation of crumbs in the bed. Graves: Oh c’MON THAT’S REAL MEAN Ghost: It’s true though. Y/N: The kinda crumbs that you keep swiping away but somehow they never leave- Graves: Alright! You know what- Soap: Like getting in bed after going to the beach. Gaz: Sand in the bed, yeah. Feels like that when he talks. Graves: I’M JUST GONNA FUCKIN LEAVE! Y/N: *watches him go* Annnd now the sheets have been changed. Ghost: Clean from filth. Alejandro: You all are so cruel and it’s perhaps the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

-- Gaz: Things Gucci with you? Y/N: It’s Goodwill at best, my guy. Price: I don’t know what this means but I feel like I should be concerned.

-- (Mild NSFW Jokie Time) Gaz: You alright? You been zoned out. Y/N: Hm? Nah I’m good, just having depraved thoughts. Gaz: Depraved, you say? Soap: Oh do tell. Y/N: You just…you ever see someone and think “they have pretty eyes”. And that’s normal. But then the little devil in the back of ya skull goes “yeah they’d look good rolled back”. Or am I just a whore? Gaz: That is depraved. Soap: Got a good point though.

-- Y/N: Ooo! Look! Old pictures of Captain, this one’s dated. You would’ve been…19 in this one. Lemme s-…… Gaz: Lemme see! ….. Price: What? Y/N: …..you were a whore, weren’t you captain? Gaz: That’s the face of an arrogant bastard who fucks regularly. Price: I…might’ve been a bit of a playboy. Y/N: And I would’ve fallen for it you god damn bastard, no ones fACE SHOULD BE THAT NICE!

-- Valeria, painting her nails: I might kill my ex, not the best idea. His new girlfriend’s next- Alejandro: ….. Rudy: ….should I be worried? Alejandro: Move away quietly and pray.

-- Ghost: For the record this is self destructive. Soap, chugging his 5th energy drink in the past hour: For the record, I’m aware of that.

-- MILF!Y/N: Boys. Bed, now. I wanna talk to your captain. Price: No, boys stay. Please stay- Y/N: Go. Price: Stay. The boys: *concern, panic, perhaps a bit of fear* Y/N: Go! Price: Stay! Y/N: You go! Soap: *speed walking* Price: Soap, stay! Y/N: NOW! Gaz: *slowly backing away* Price: Gaz, don’t move! Y/N: YOU GO! Price: SIMON- Ghost: *leaving*

-- Ghost: What was Plan A? Soap: …don’t fuck up. Ghost: And what was Plan B? Gaz: Don’t fuck up Plan A. Ghost: And what did you do? Y/N: …fucked up plan a- Ghost: YOU FUCKED UP PLAN A-

-- Ghost: What’s rule number one? Soap, with dynamite: Party! Ghost: NO! No, not party! No!

-- Graves: How about after this, we get a drink? Y/N: …I would rather gouge out my eyes and blindly navigate a way to turn them into earrings than ever be anywhere alone with you. Soap, grinning: Ooooo brutal! Ghost: Karma.

-- Ghost: Wait…Johnny’s into me? Like…he LIKES me?? Gaz: Oh Si…you poor, sad, dense mother fucker.

-- Ghost: At least nothing of importance was lost. Laswell: …Graves was kidnapped. Ghost: I know. I said what I said. Y/N: Nothing of value was lost but we did shed off some trash! Ghost: Precisely.

-- Ghost: These lights make me wanna pull my eyes out and eat them. Medic!Y/N: *turns lights off in favor of a lamp* …alright, so you’re autistic, good to know.

-- Ghost: Should I get my reading glasses? Y/N: Oh no no, this isn’t an eye test. It’s a GAY test. Now tell me, *holds up picture of Farah & Graves; Price being 1* Number one, or number two? Ghost: Number one?… Y/N: Interesting. *holds up Farah & Soap, Soap being 2* Okay now number one, or number two? Ghost: *gasp* Y/N: Number two, right? Ghost: Maybe I am gay?

-- Waitress: So, I’ve gotta ask, I’m really curious. 141: ? Waitress: Have any of you ever used like…the military language in bed? Soap: Naaaah. Y/N: No, I don’t- PFFFT, I- *wheeze* I’m sorry I’m imagining it- Gaz: *biting back laughs* Y/N: “You gonna come?” Affirmative. *laughs* Soap: *WHEEZE* Gaz: *cackling* Price: Oh lord- Gaz, snickering: Picking up speed. Y/N: COPY- *Laughter x100* The entire team: *giggling like hyenas* Ghost: Uh, that’s a no. I don’t think we’ve done that.

-- Price: *smiles at Soap & Gaz being stupid* Y/N: I like when you smile. Price: …huh? Y/N: Your smile, I like it. Makes your eyes crinkle up and your beard makes you look like a cuddly bear. You should smile more. Price, internally on the verge of tears: *fond sigh* Get back to drills, soldier. Y/N: Yes sir!

-- Ghost: *minding his fucking business* Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: *chokes on air* Pardon? Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: No I-…they’re just brown. Y/N: So? Your eyes don’t have to be blue or green to be pretty. They’re pretty because they’re expressive, and when the sun hits them they look like syrup. I like’em best when we’re all at a bar. They get brighter then. Ghost: Ghost: …stop talking, sergeant. Y/N: Copy that, L.T! <3

-- Gaz: *laughing at something on his phone* Y/N: You have a great laugh. Gaz: Hm? Oh…really? Y/N: Mhm. It’s cute, comes from your chest. I’ve never heard you laugh in anyway that’s not genuine. Really fills the room with joy. Gaz: Dude, you’re gonna make me all soft with words like that. Y/N: All according to plan!

-- Soap: *rambling about something* Y/N: *listening intently* Soap: Then-…ah, I been talkin’ at you this whole time, eh? Should probably quiet down. Y/N: No no, I like your voice! Soap: Eh? Y/N: It’s super energetic and loud, and when you tell a joke or talk about something you love, it’s like you can hear your smile. It’s really fun to listen to. I like when you talk! Soap: *inhale* You’re gonna make me cry- Y/N: I have tissues!

-- König: *fidgeting* Y/N: *takes his hands* You have beautiful hands. König: Wh- Huh?? No they are not. Y/N: They are too! König: Nien, they’re rough and calloused, they break a lot of things… Y/N: They also pet stray cats, make the best coffee on base, and create crotchet works of art. They also mend wounds pretty well. Yeah they fire guns but that doesn’t make them less beautiful. König: *he’s actually crying* …Danke. Y/N: Don’t mention it!

-- Rudy: *rolling his shoulder* Y/N: Anyone ever tell you that you have great shoulders? Rudy: Hm? Oh uh…no, I don’t believe so. Y/N: Well you do! Rudy: Ah, gracias. When I was younger I wanted them to be broader, sometimes now I wish they were more narrow. Can never really be happy with’em, you know? Y/N: Well I think you should be. They’re strong! *gently pats his shoulders* They hold a lot of weight, metaphorically and physically. And even when they’re weighed down, you shoulder it and keep moving. You’re real good at that! I like your shoulders. Rudy, prepared to die for them: …gracias. Y/N: No problem! Now c’mon, the guys are waitin’ for us!

-- Y/N: You have good collarbones. Alejandro: What was that? Y/N: Sorry, I know that’s real specific, but I think your collarbones are pretty. It’s like…the rest of you is bulky and strong, rugged. Then you have these delicate bones. I’m probably being too poetic but it’s like a subtle nod to your gentler side, just, built into your body. Alejandro: …you have a lovely way with words, camarada. Y/N: Thank you! I appreciate that!!

[rhythmic-idealist]

One problem with the society of BNHA is that being “someone in need of saving” is an undesirable category to be in.

“People who need saving” is a category of people. It’s hypothetically a valued one, since heroes save those people.

However: there’s no glory in needing to be saved.

There’s glory in SAVING, but we value the people who do the SAVING, not who need to be saved.

One thing that REALLY felt off to me in the final chapter was how that granny talks to Joki Joki Boy. She talks about herself, about who she can be. If I was in his shoes I would itch under this. Under someone explaining how they can be so charitable to people like me.

I was trying to think about what Izuku could possibly have “showed the world.” I still don’t quite have my answer.

But weirdly I do know what wasn’t shown to the world when the cameras on Ochako and Himiko cut off.

They didn’t see a villain being a hero. They didn’t see a hero needing saving.

The lines between the three societal categories - hero, villain, and people who need saving/protecting - blurred. And the camera missed it.

Edit: I believe this is social commentary BNHA made on purpose. More is available in the notes if you’re curious.

[princessbrunette]

telling rafe, "hm must've been one of ur other hoes," when he tries to scold you for doing something if that makes sense? like just trying to stop him from disciplining you with a little jokie joke but he's just like 😐😠

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you swing your legs where you sit at the kitchen table, pushing your spoon around your now empty plate as rafe storms all around the kitchen — doing whatever the fuck he needed to do. he’d been neglecting you lately, busy and scatterbrained — and when he got like this, you craved being a brat.

“you— you know you’ve been a real pain in my ass all day.” he complains, opening drawers and cupboards seeming to be looking for something. you blink, eyeing him with an obvious attitude.

“have not. barely said anything to you today.”

“exactly, that — that right there.” he clicks, whirling on you to point a finger before carrying on.

“you’ve barely been around, how can i talk to you if you’re not here? i dunno, but it wasn’t me. must have been one of your other little hoes—” it’s a low blow, and you know it, the oldest cameron at your side in an instant, roughly gripping at your cheeks.

“you wanna repeat that or you wanna get fuckin’ slapped? nah, go ahead. talk your shit.” he adjusts his grip to your jaw so that you could speak if brave enough to do so. you blink up at him, wide and glassy eyed expression only making him cement the idea of a punishment in his mind. “get the hell upstairs, n’don’t make me ask you twice.” he drawls, quietly, threateningly.

shamefully, you hop off the seat and stand — taking one step away from him before he yanks you back by the shoulder nearly making you stumble. in the same second, he slaps your ass so hard it would make your head spin before shoving you off to walk again.

“other hoes. the hell’s wrong with you?” he mutters to himself as you disappear, finishing up what he was doing in the kitchen before joining you.

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[genshin-obsessed]

Hey there! Nice to meet ya! Could I request Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, and Wriothesley's s/o crying when she sees how bloody, battered and bruised they are?

Howdy! Nice to meet you as well! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it ^w^

Your boyfriend wasn't entirely reckless, but there were times when you wondered if he tried hard enough to... you know, not get hit? Normally, you're the one patching him up, and for the little wounds, you manage. But the days he comes back looking like he barely escaped with his life, you can't help but feel that deep seated fear reeling it's ugly head to remind you of the awful reality that one day, he may not come back.

Those are the hardest days for you.

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Kaeya

"Ow- hey, gentle." Kaeya said with a soft hiss as he felt the rushing pain through his wound, making the other parts of his arm hurt.

"Oh? Can't handle that?" You asked with a slightly frustrated tone as you kept cleaning the wound, not being much gentler. Kaeya frowned and let out a soft sigh as he turned to look at you. He was silent for a moment as he studied you- you looked angry but he could see you biting your bottom lip a little to keep it from trembling. Not to mention the excessive blinking to keep those tears back.

"I'm... ok, (y/n). I promise. It's just a small scratch. It doesn't even hurt that bad, I was just joki-"

"Stop lying to me." You said sternly, your hand pausing as your gaze met his. You could see the guilt lingering within. "I know it hurts. I know you were scared. I know... so stop lying." Kaeya reached up with his calloused hands and gently took yours.

"I'm sorry. I know I tend to worry you a lot. I'm really sorry." He murmured honestly, watching as your defenses broke and the tears filled your eyes. "Don't cry- please, don't cry." He said with a frown as he hugged you against him tightly. Blood slowly trickled down his arm but he didn't care. At the end of the day, it really didn't hurt that bad because you were taking care of him. But he did vow to be much more careful, seeing the toll it was taking on you.

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Diluc

Diluc sat there silently as you cleaned up the wounds. He didn't say a word or even flinch. You were just as silent, soft sighs escaping you when you turned away from him. He didn't say anything, but he definitely heard them. Once you finished up, you turned away from him, gathering the bloodied towels and tissues that lay around you two.

It was odd. Usually, the second he'd come through the door, you'd begin to scold him and the entire time you cleaned and dressed every single wound, even that tiny scratch that wasn't bleeding, your scolding never stopped. But tonight, you didn't say a single word. Not only that, but you avoided meeting his eyes which just sent a wave of discontent through him.

He waited and waited and waited, but you never spoke. As his crimson eyes watched you gather the cotton and tissues, he finally found his voice and called out.

"I'm... sorry."

"You're always sorry." You replied after a moment of hesitation. That was true. Diluc often got injured and would really just have an apology to give you. No assurances or anything. None that mattered anyway. Before you could leave, his arm shot out and he caught your wrist. Ever so gently, he pulled you back to him, turning your head so that you were looking at him.

"I know. I know, I don't have much other than a sorry to give you. But... I need to know if you're ok. I can tell when you're upset and I know you may not want to talk to me right now. But-" before Diluc could finish his sentence, you broke down. Tears filled your eyes and streamed down your cheeks and you fell against him. Without hesitation- without a word- his arms engulfed you in a warm embrace. So, you weren't ok and he could tell, he wasn't an idiot. But when you sighed and said you were fine, it brought him some form of comfort. But this? This was more painful than any wound on his body.

After that night, you saw less and less unnecessary wounds on him.

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Childe

His bruises and bloodied wounds almost always started some sort of argument between you two. You just never understood why he was so careless. Fine, whatever, he liked fighting. But why was he always getting hurt? Not only did he get hurt, sometimes it was bad. Stitches bad.

"You keep frowning like that and your face is gonna get stuck like that." He joked, only for you to glare in his direction. He always did that, he always trivialized the worry you felt for him as if it was unnecessary.

"I'm not a kid, stop it. You know this worries me. Why do you always end up this badly hurt?" Childe actually kept a lot hidden from you, especially when it came to his work as a Fatui. It's not that he didn't trust you- no way. It was just safer for you to not know about his work. Having knowledge was already dangerous, so he just... lied.

"Listen," he began softly as he grabbed your working hand, making that frown on your face deepen. "You're right, ok? I should be more careful and sometimes I'm not. But please don't be too angry with me. Not for my sake, but your own. I don't want you to be sad all night."

"Look at you, Ajax," you said, your voice beginning to shake with the emotions you were so desperately trying to contain. "Look at yourself and t-tell me how I'm n-not supposed to be sad." The tears filled your eyes and when you attempted to blink them back, they just spilled. Childe didn't speak. He just pulled you against him, holding you tightly.

"They're just surface wounds, love. I swear to you- with everything that I am- no one is ever going to take me away from you. I'll always come home to you." And he kept that promise. He was a lot more careful though, doing his best to avoid frivolous fights. It was definitely a big change for him, but your tears that night, they hurt more than any wound he'd ever sustained.

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Wriothesley

“It’s not that bad.” Wriothesley said as his gaze remained focused on your face. “It barely hurts, really. Can’t even feel it. I guess I’m just strong— Ack!”

You didn’t say a word, your eyes just shot up to Wriothesley who just sheepishly chuckled. Your silence was just the worst. He’d rather you yell at him, throw things at him, insult him— whatever. Just don’t stay quiet. Not that you've ever resorted to any of those, but he finds anger more manageable than silence.

“Come on, I’m ok. It hurts a little but what wound doesn’t? I really am fine.” He sighed after a moment and leaned back in the chair when you once again refused to speak or even look at him. He knew and understood why you were so upset with him. But it’s not like he could’ve helped it. He got into fights, he had to sometimes. If he backed down, he’d lose respect. It’s not like he fights every meathead out there, he just needs to teach certain people lessons. Doesn’t mean they won’t hit him back.

A small sniffle from you made his icy blue eyes shoot to you. They slowly widened as he felt a small droplet land on his arm.

“Hey, come on, don’t cry. I’m fine. I swear.” He said as he sat right back up and tried to grab your face. You brushed his hand away and kept cleaning the wound before he grabbed your wrist. “(Y/n), please look at me.” He murmured, finally making you stop.

“I don’t care if it doesn’t hurt you, it hurts me.” You didn’t have to say much after that as Wriothesley engulfed you into a tight hug.

It put things into perspective, that one little sentence. Those last three words. There was a drastic shift in his behavior after that day. He was more careful and avoided fights unless it was necessary. Even then, he’d try to push back. Did people question him after that? Of course they did, but Wriothesley only fought those who really required it.

[jokiyo]

unfortunately, im one of those people who cant stay up until midnight.... laugh it up, yep.

Happy new year, simblr!🎆

[filmofhybe]

when enhypen sees a beautiful fan ( maknae - line )

pairing -enhypen maknae line ! x reader genre -idol! x fan! , fluff warning - none 400-450 words per member

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> Hyung line

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정원 jungwon

Man had heart eyes

It was during send off for their tour when he first saw you.

You somehow stuck out the most out of everyone

when he was around your barricade area he was hoping you would ask him for a picture or just ANYTHING

“Jungwon~ can we get a polaroid together?”

YOUR VOICE MATCHED YOU SO WELL so soft and delicate

“ ye-yes of course.” He stuttered so badly cuz how can he not after a beautiful girl just asked him for a POLAROID PICTURE WITH HIM?

His hands was shaking when you handed him your polaroid😞 bless him

He held the camera up and took a picture with you. While you air cupped his cute cheeks (cause your respectful) and did a kissy face near his cheek.

Oh how much he wished you would actually kiss his cheeks

He grabbed a pen and signed the polaroid before handing it back to you.

You were so excited you didn’t even realize jungwon “accidentally” took a polaroid of you. Quickly shoving the polaroid in his pocket.

He fr thought he was slick with it💀 cuz not even 10 minutes after the send off ended videos and pics of him admiring you was all over Twitter

Especially when ppl saw him shove a polaroid pic of you in his pocket

Engenes was crazy about it and spammed your insta comments with like “JUNGWON HAS A POLAROID OF YOU!” , “got THE Yang jungwon staring at her😞” , “I’m not even surprised she’s so pretty..” ETC.

got to see you at the last stop of their tour and didn’t even hesitate to talk to you and ask for your weverse 😨

like your that pretty he asked for your weverse😭

선우 Sunoo

Saw you when he was filming en-LoG

Basically he went to this little pet café with Niki and he wanted to play with the cats

So when he walked into the room. It wasn’t too crowded but the first thing he lay his eyes on was a Calico cat on your lap.

You were patting it so elegantly it made him stare at you for a little bit too long

Niki had to snap him out of it

he than sat down 2 table away from you

Cuz he wanted to keep admiring your gorgeous features

Niki was filming him playing around with the cats but he noticed sunoo wasn’t even focusing on the cats atp😭

His eyes was on you and the fact he had a little blush on his face after realizing his pc was behind your phone

You were so focused on the cute cat you didn’t even realize your own bias was staring at you💀

Like dumbass fr

But after awhile you felt like someone was staring at you and when you looked up you saw him

You were flabbergasted like the guy behind your phone is in front of you?

Like What In the what? You fr thought this only happens in fantasy worlds

But you both smiled at each other and before you know it the cat that was on your lap walked over to sunoo

You were kinda upset cuz you felt a special bond with the cat that had now BETRAYED YOU but watching sunoo play with the cat made you smile

“Sorry for stealing your cat.” JGSGHHVNRG YOUR BIAS JUST TALKED TO YOU?

You were freaking up and told him is alright before sipping on your drink

After a few minutes you decided to go visit the dogs. Of Course you were sad cuz you didn’t get a pic with sunoo but you want to be respectful.

Before you step out of the café you noticed sunoo walking towards you

“Will you be back anytime soon?”

“I actually own this place.”

Jackpot. His next few en-log would be at the same location now💀

The type to have a secret insta acc and following your café to keep up with it

にしむら りき Nishimura Riki

Yk how enhypen went to this school and they performed?

You weren’t even planning to go in that day cuz exam season and you were having a cold so like ew

But your twin sister was ranting how you should go cuz enhypen was going to perform

Like I mean I guess that what get you going

You thought she was joking until they actually appeared in front of you.

You wanted to scream but your sore ass throat wasn’t doing you any justice.

Than suddenly they were going to pick a random fan out of the whole crowd and the mc saw you had a pc of niki behind your phone and picked you

Bro you were so embarrassed ibsfr with you

Like you didn’t know what to do

The mc went like “Niki she’s a fan of you!!”

but you didn’t realize niki was the one who picked you

Brotha told the mc to pick you because your the most beautiful girl he has ever seen

He didn’t even know your bias was him he just wanted to interact with you

And when he knew your bias was him, his heart melt

The mc asked you if you were good at singing and everyone started saying yes

Your the golden voice of the school

“I can’t sing I’m sick today.” You said into the mic making everyone kinda chuckle and the mc was being such a silly person and told you is okay because is enhypen

“Yeah don’t worry just have fun.” NIKI? WHAT? Bro said that to you. Bro you folded.

So now here’s you singing “Given-Taken” while enhypen dancing to it.

They were all shocked when you hit heeseung’s high note WHILE BEING SICK?

Niki was in love bruh he wasn’t even tryna hide it when he didn’t want to pull away after you guys shook hands

Bro was still clinging onto your hands and staring at you with heart eyes

And everyone saw how he looked at you

Bro every engene wished they were you

And let me tell you how Niki said he wanted to go back there to perform just to hear you sing and see you again

It happened and Niki wanted you to be his so bad like omg man has never been this down bad

Stalked your whole school social media page just to find your the golden voice of the school and your insta😞

Whipped asf

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[emma045]

Y/N: feeling confident huh?

Steal my skin then and live my life then we'll talk

Cyn: okay

Y/N: WAIT NO I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKI-

[petalsscribbles]

Bad habits

summary: yn encounters his ex at a party he didnt even want to go to. A handsome stranger offers to help him chase his ex away. Unbeknownst to yn, the stranger is actually Lee Heeseung, popular but aloof music production major with good grades and bad habits.

pairing: lee heeseung x male reader

genre: smau, fluff, humor, angst(mayhaps a sprinkle), college au, grumpy x sunshine

featuring: enhypen members, yeji from itzy, yunjin from le sserafim, soobin from TXT

content warning: cheating ex, smoking, alcohol consumption, kms and sexual jokie jokes, cursing, situationship

status: completed

started: 18.3.2024

finished: 7.4.2024

taglist: CLOSED

author's note: this is my first smau plz be nice to me babes T.T

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be taken seriously or as a representation of the idols.

navigation:

profiles

profiles 1 profiles 2

chapters:

the party

introductions (smau+written)

morning after

phone call

late night date

night out (smau+written)

the million dollar question

he's mine

aftermath

flower prince

drunken mistake

talk of shame

비틀비틀 (smau+written)

the arrangement

confrontation

getaway

mission simpossible

jealousy jealousy

overthinking

confession (smau+written)

[cobrabobra]

"The beginning"

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

So, I never wrote anything for a fem!reader but I was in a mood to try something new. This contains: unprotected sex, breeding kink, a bit of degradation (words like whore and slut)

"Come on, Judy" (Y/N) grunted as she picked up the little girl. "Michonne's gonna take care of you now, okay?" she passed the baby to her stepmom.

Judith snuggled into Michonne's neck, her little arms clenching at the woman's shirt. Grimes girl was very sleepy, she'd been playing with her brother's girlfriend all day, she yawned as Michonne kissed her forehead and went upstairs.

"I think I'd make a great mom" she said as she turned to face Carl. She spoke confidently, hands on her hips, chin raised high. "And you'd make a great dad" a cute smile appeared on her face.

"You'd like that?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes.

"Like what?" She frowned, clearly confused.

"Like having a baby together"

"Of course! I know it's risky, but Alexandria's safe, it makes me think we could do it. And I could say I'm carrying Badass Carl's baby" her cute laugh made his heart warm and her words lit a fire in his abdomen.

He couldn't quite explain it, but the fought of (Y/N) being round with his baby, carrying his child under her heart, it made him think of how he would've had to fill her pussy to the brim with his seed to make this idea reality.

He tried to contain himself, but fuck, if the fought of his girlfriend's pretty face covered with tears as he came inside her for the nth time, made his cock hard.

"You okay? I was just joki-" she became worried when Carl's expression changed and his body tensed up.

He raised his head and their eyes met, his gaze predatory, hungry almost, like a wolf looking at it's dinner. Fuck, maybe he'd make (Y/N) his dinner, stretch her tight hole with his tounge before pounding into her like his life depended on it.

She swallowed harshly, she knew that look, she knew what it meant. It meant that she wouldn't be able to walk or talk for a week and that idea send chills down her spine. She suddenly found herself with her legs pressed together as a familiar warmth spread through her body.

It didn't take long for Carl to throw (Y/N) onto his bed and lean over her. His hands landed on her hips, his fingers dug into the soft skin living nail imprints, his mouth on her neck as he kissed and licked the tender flesh, breathing out dirty words.

"Carl" she moaned, her hands in his long hair, tugging the brown strands, encouraging him to go further.

He made himself comfortable between her legs, a brief squeeze of her thighs was all he had time for, if course there was no time limit, but Grimes knew that if he didn't do anything he'd explode.

"I know, I can't wait too" his voice was raspy, harsh almost and it sent chills down her spine as she squeezed him between her legs.

Carl's skilled hands wasted no time and slid down her pants and underwear. Normally, he loved to tease her through her panties for a while, watch as the material got wet with her juices and lap on it like an animal. But there was no time for this now, he brought his face closer and placed a couple of soft yet a bit rushed kisses on her abdomen while his fingers pinched the inner part of her thighs.

His kisses trailed down to her, already dripping, pussy, he brushed his nose against her clit when he went down even lower, to finally taste her addictingly sweet juices.

Her sweet whimpers railed him up even more, at this point he was lapping at her cunt like a starving man, desperate to get them both off.

"God, I'm going to fucking breed you like the little whore you are" he panted, his chin wet from her slick, his pupils dialated and his cock extremely hard. He fumbled with his belt, which definitely didn't help with his erection, he let out a loud, satisfied groan when his dick finally sprung free.

"Please... " she whined, needy and eager for some action, her pussy was throbbing with arousal.

"Please what? Are you asking me to breed you? To cum inside of you until you're round with my seed? With my child?" He licked his lips, still tasting her delicious slick. His fingers trailed up, to her clit and started to tease it, circiling with his thumb.

"Yes" she only manages to say, too horny to be able to get out anything else, her mind focused on Carl on his throbbing dick that she desperately wanted inside if her.

"Then beg for it" his beautiful blue eyes met hers, his gaze predatory, so dominating she swore she could cum just from looking into his eyes. "Beg for it, slut"

"Please, Carl, please, I beg you, fuck me, breed me" she panted, she almost hit her limit, and they haven't done anything yet. She will beg if she has to, everything to get Carl to finally fuck her.

"I'm going to stuff your tight, little hole with my cum, to the fucking brim" his cock brushed against her sensitive folds, (Y/N) had to fight the urge to pull him closer and slide his dick inside.

Grimes seemed to read her mind, because he pressed against her, slowly sinking in. She bit her lips until it almost bled, her toes curled as she dug her nails into his back.

"Fucking fuck Carl!" She clenched on the tip of his cock that was slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside. Sure, maybe she didn't have a lot of experience, but, fuck Carl had the biggest cock and the best technique imaginable. And the words that came out of his mouth, the way he teased her, it was like the most beautiful, moving poem ever written by a man.

"Fuck, you're so tight, so fucking tight for me. Clenching around my cock like you never want to let me out. You want this? You want me to breed you? Come on, say it" he nipped on her neck, sucked the sensitive flesh, eager to leave marks, to show everyone who she belonged to.

Usually Grimes was cautious and delicate, giving her time to get used to the stretch, but this time, his brain infected by pictures of (Y/N) with a round belly, her breasts swollen with milk, all because of him, he simply couldn't be patient. Good thing she didn't seem to be very patient either, the way she bucked her hips, told him she wanted to be fucked hard and she wanted it now.

He started to pound her like an animal in heat, like he'd die if he didn't move. Nothing else mattered, just destroying her little pussy and filling it with his cum. It was only them, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, the whole world stopped.

(Y/N) moaned loudly when she felt her boyfriend's mouth on her breasts, sucking, bitting on the sensitive nipples. Carl turned into a starving animal in bed and she became his sex toy, thing to play with and use.

Her fingers scratched his back until it bled, the other hand in his hair, tugging on the brown strands as she felt herself closer and closer to cumming. She clenched on his cock, like she was begging him to finish inside her.

He seemed to get the message, because only seconds later he flooded her insides with his thick, hot cum. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt a familiar feeling of orgasm wash over her.

The laid in a bed for a while, trying to catch their breath and come down for their high when Carl suddenly moved.

"Carl" she whined, surprised and extra sensitive.

"Oh, you're tired already? Baby, it was only the beginning"

[spectoo]

tuna mayo ! miya osamu

chapter one – i'll probably get fired

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07:07.

The time your phone clock showed.

You stared at your phone while thinking about how cold it would be outside the comfort of your blanket.

‘If I get up, I’ll get reaaaally cold.’

07:08.

‘If I don’t get up, I’ll stay warm.’

30 seconds of quietness passes by.

‘If I get up, I have to go to work.’

07:09.

You set your phone down next to you, while positioning yourself to lay flat on your back, giving you the perfect access to stare at your blank, white ceiling.

‘If I don’t get up… will I get fired?’

You shift your eyes to your closet, eyeing down your black MSBY quarter-zip sweater. With one dramatic, yet tired sigh, you get up from bed, and finally start your day.

‘I’ll definitely get fired.’

About three months ago, you received a call from Hamamoto Jiro, the head manager for the Division 1 V. League team, the MSBY Black Jackals. You had applied to become a part of the public relations team, specifically the media team, due to needing a job to hold you over while you had started your last year of university. 

Yet, you never actually expected to… get the job.

After slipping on your quarter-zip, a pair of straight legged jeans, and your Adidas Sambas, you checked your phone.

07:37.

“aaauuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhh.” A low, annoyed sigh was let out. Your shift started in 23 minutes, and for some reason, you thought you had enough time to make a stop at Natsukashii, your favorite cafe.

You quietly muttered to yourself as you grabbed the keys to your Toyota GT-86. Driving to work always brought you a sense of tranquility, as the roads were usually empty.

When you were about 5 minutes into your 18 minute car ride, your music stopped abruptly, due to your ringtone sounding. You look at your carplay.

You answered the call with no complaints. “Hello?” 

Atsumu was the first person you truly became friends with at work, due to you both matching each other’s vibes, yet in somewhat contrasting ways. He has a humongous ego, and you’re able to immediately humble someone. Need I say more?

“Good mornin’, [Y/N].” A moderately tired voice spoke over the phone, quickly followed by a short yawn. You could hear volleyballs hitting the floor in the background.

“Good morning, Atsumu. Aren’t you supposed to be, like, practicing?” You asked sarcastically. 

“Ha-ha.” He grumbled over the phone while rolling his eyes. “I’m takin’ a coffee break right now.”

You hear him sip his coffee loudly, and before you could speak again, he beats you to it. “You comin’ in today?”

“Yeeeaaahhhh.” You elongated. “I decided I didn’t want to get fired just yet.”

You hear a brief chuckle over the phone line. “How long until ya get here?” You look at the time.

07:45.

“I’ll be there in 10.” 

“Perfect, see ya soon.” And with that, the phone call ended. As your music started playing again, you decided to try and speed up a little bit to get to work faster.

07:52.

You look at the time on your phone as you exit your car and head for the doors to the main entrance of MSBY’s training gym. ‘Beat the ETA by 3 minutes.’ you thought playfully to yourself.

After walking through the main entrance, and to the employee’s lounge, you clocked in. Now, you have 8 hours before your shift ends. With that, you walk to the main gym where 12 of the Jackals were playing a practice set, not including Atsumu. As you begin to walk over to him, you take note of who’s playing.

‘Hinata’s on that side… Bokuto’s on the other… yeesh.’ Your eyes then land on Meian Shūgo, the captain of the Jackals. You quickly trail your eyes up and down his handsome body. 

‘SMASH.’ is the first thing that comes to your mind when you see him.

“How are you already this horny, and it's barely 8 o’clock?” Atsumu says as you take a seat beside him on the bench. “Excuse me? I’m not horny. What could you possibly be talking about?” You say as you’re holding a hand over your heart in an offended, joking manner.

“Nah, I seen the way yer lookin’ at Meian. Keep it in yer pants, [Y/N].”

You leaned a bit closer to Atsumu, with your lips close to his ears. “Look at the way his sweat drips down his body, the way he bites his lip before spiking the ball, and if you move your eyes down his body a bit more, then-” You whispered seductively, yet stopped as Atsumu shoved your head away.

“Enough.” He sighs, his hand palming his face.

You begin to laugh at his somewhat annoyed state. “Just kidding!”

“No yer not.”

“Yeah, no, you’re right.” You spoke in defeat, shifting your eyes back to Meian. “Kinda sucks that he’s a bit too old, y’know?”

“No, I don’t know.”

You slowly turn to look at Atsumu with a disgusted face. After a few seconds of staring at one another, you get up and begin walking to the door. “K bye don’t ever talk to me again.” He waved you off, and just as soon as you were halfway to the exit…

SMACK

You instinctively cover your right cheek, and look down at the volleyball that’s bouncing. Up and down. 

‘Ain’t no way…’

You look at Hinata, and he’s already on his way to you.

“[L/N], I’M SO SO SO SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THAT TO HAPPEN!” You sneak a quick glance at Atsumu, who’s stifling his laugh.

You let out a smile. “Don’t sweat it, Hinata. It barely hurts!”

“Stop yer lyin’!” Atsumu yelled out from the bench, finally letting some of his laughter go. 

“Shut up, piss blonde!” You yelled, earning laughs from a couple people. While Hinata was still in a small panic over his unintentional infliction of pain towards you, Sakusa had already brought you an ice pack from the coaches office.

“Ah, thank you, Sakusa.” You spoke as you politely bowed your head.

He nodded. And then… he just… walked away?

‘Weird.’ You thought as you lifted the ice pack to your cheek, not taking your eyes off Sakusa. You liked him, though. He wasn’t that talkative, and you thought his bendy wrists were really cool.

“[l/nnnnnn].” The weak voice brought you away from your thoughts. You look down in curiosity, just to see Hinata literally on his knees, bowing to you, with Bokuto and Inunaki cackling in the background. “imsorryireallydidntmeantohurtyouiloveyoupleaseforgiveme.”

“I already forgave you, get up.” You groaned, placing a hand on your hip. “My hair is gonna turn gray because of you!” 

As Hinata began to stand up, still being teased by Bokuto and Inunaki, you left the gym.

It was time to get to work, and monitor all of the MSBY Black Jackals social media accounts, starting off with Instagram. Having all of the official accounts on your phone was your biggest flex. 

As you went to MSBY’s profile, you could see a story was posted. This brought you to a panic, as you don’t remember posting anything, and although some others had access to the account, you were the one to do the posting and communications.

When you clicked on it, this is what you saw:

Your eyes widened, and you immediately deleted it. You ran to the gym, and screamed: “ATSUMU!!!”

authors notes !

𐙚 i have read over this multiple times , and to be honest , i'll probably end up editing this again sooner or later .

𐙚 hope you enjoyed it , my love !

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"I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me" for the ask list? maybe landoscar or any pair you feel inspired by! <3

“i think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me”

It’s started to drizzle when Lando pushes his way through the front doors of the hotel, runs out into the street. Oscar’s only a few feet away, standing on the curb looking at his phone, clearly waiting for the car to come pick him up. His suitcase is next to him, his backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Oscar,” Lando breathes out more than says, way too relieved to find him still here, rushing in his direction.

Oscar hears him anyway, looks up a little confused, even more confused when he spots Lando. “Lando?” He asks. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was, you fucking bastard,” Lando says, puts his hands on his hips. “Not anymore. A letter, really? Not even. A fucking letter?”

Oscar has the decency to look at little ashamed. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Bullshit,” Lando says. “That’s and you know it. I just want to know why. This whole week we’re having a great time together and I thought, you know. And then you leave me a fucking letter confirming that great time, and then you fucking end it with ‘I’m sorry to leave but I can’t be what you want me to be’. What does that even mean.”

“I don’t do casual, Lando,” Oscar says. He looks a little tired around the eyes, a little sad. Lando gets it. He’s not a driver, doesn’t even work for F1, but he’s lived near Silverstone all his life. He knows how hectic shit gets. How taxing this whole week is for someone like Oscar. “I can’t- Not with you.”

“Okay,” Lando says, a little confused. “That’s nice? For you? Then why didn’t you just, I don’t know. Leave your phone number? You know, like a normal person. Or you could’ve woken me up. Even normaler person behavior.”

“I don’t think that’s a word,” Oscar says, and when Lando merely glares at him he shrugs, a little bashfully. “You just. I just didn’t think that’s something you wanted. You gave the impression you know. That this was just a one week thing to you.”

And. Okay. Maybe Lando did keep talking about how F1 feels like this one-week festival every year. How it comes and goes and feels like transporting yourself to another universe for a week. How he’s made friends he only sees once a year. How he’s made friends that felt like the best he’d ever dad for the duration of that one week and then never saw again.

He’d never considered that, with Oscar. Oscar had felt. Permanent. All encompassing. Inevitable. From the moment Oscar had gotten out of his stupid bright orange McLaren down the road from his parent’s farm to ask for directions because he’d found himself horrible turned around, Lando had felt this. Connection.

Which is stupid, because Oscar is a world famous F1 driver and Lando is a farmer’s son from a small town in the middle of the English countryside, but still. They’d clicked, immediately. Oscar somehow being perfectly equipped to deal with Lando’s slightly chaotic energy in a way no one in this town ever really had, giving as good as he got. He’s charming, in a very understated way. Sweet.

And they had fun, this past week. A lot of fun. Fun Lando hoped they would be able to continue, after.

But then this morning had happened, and the letter, and he’s started doubting that maybe-

“It wasn’t,” he says, earnestly, honestly. Because if he only gets one shot at this, he’s taking it with both hands. Worst case scenario he’ll never see Oscar again. Best case scenario… Well. He’d love to find out. “Just a one week thing for me.”

“Oh,” Oscar says, and he’s smiling, and the rain has started to pick up so his hair is starting to stick to his forehead, but neither of them really cares. “Me neither. If you want, yeah. Me neither.”

“Good,” Lando says, nods. His shirt is getting soaked. He wishes he’d grabbed a jacket during his mad scramble to catch Oscar in time. “Right. I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.” He says, only half-jokingly, when there’s a sort of awkward silence between them.

Oscar however, doesn’t waste a single moment, reaching forward like he’s been waiting for Lando to say that all his life, his fingers sliding over Lando’s wet cheeks as he pulls them closer. It’s really starting to pour down now, but for a moment, when Oscar’s lips touch his, Lando feels like the sun is shining just for them.