#pls don’t read into the context of this. they’re hanging out

[quinn-pop]

morning

[kaycode1999]

Hii this is like my first time commenting anything on tumblr so pls be nice, I tried. 😢 I think I’d like a mha and/or jjk pairing. (Mha if twos too much, sorry!!)

My personality, Im really indecisive. Like one second I’ll be super happy and then the next I’m bawling my eyes out. Ouhh I’m very judgemental, though I don’t always voice my opinions. I’m extremely quiet with people I don’t know or don’t talk to usually, on the other hand I’m literally the biggest extrovert with people I love. Oh I’m also an ISTJ-T. People call me really smart but I don’t think I’m all that, a lot of people have high expectations for me and it lowk stresses me tf out. I love music with my life oh mygod, I have like 4 different playlists with all different types of genres and I listen to them daily, at school, at home, in the shower, when im with friends, literally whenever I can. Oh can you tell I love to talk a lot lmao

I’m a female, she/her, idk abt sexuality but i slightly prefer guys more. For physical appearance, im 5’0 (153cm). I dyed my hair like a wine red but it’s fading out so my hair is like in between that and black. My hairs like medium length, it reaches the middle of my back yk. I have really dark brown eyes, and tan skin. I’m also more on the slim side

Im like a mix of styles honestly, it depends what I’m feeling like that day and where I’m going. I have a lot of clothes but they mainly consist of trousers and like rlly tight tops. (I like showing off my waist) (A few hoodies too cuz yk british weather)

I spend most of my time on my phone. Mainly to study or read something, maybe watch TikTok or anime, I also draw sometimes (rarely). I would go out on like walks or smth if my parents weren’t so strict..

*Based on the context clues I got you seem young, so I want to pair you with people presumably around your age. However, If I am wrong I can do it over*

Jujutsu Kaisen

I match you with

Yuji Itadori

My Hero Academia

I match you with

Eijiro Kirishima

Both of these sweethearts adore you so much and won’t judge you for your mood swings

They both thought it was cute how you were all quiet and shy when they first met you, but they loved it even more when you opened up to them

You can think you’re not all that all you want, these two sweethearts will never stop telling you how much they care about you and how awesome you are

They are there for you if you’re stressed, if you need to get your favorite candy/ice cream they’re treat! If you need to stay in your room covered in blankets just to get away from everything for a while they’ll make sure you’re comfortable and even bring you something to drink or a snack

They both like just hanging out and listening to music with you

[theyzilla]

taking orders at work is my own personal hell here are things i hate about it 😍

-“idk what i want” and then they stare at you like you’re the problem for not knowing what they want. i ask them questions like “do you want something hot or cold, sweet or not sweet, milk or no milk” and the only fkinh phrase they know is “i don’t know” PLEASE YOURE AN ADULT WHO CAN VOTE PLS TELL ME U CAN DECIDE ON WHAT DRINK U WANT

-when they order 5 drinks and then go “for MY drink can i get no sugar” BITCH please be more fking specific there’s multiple drinks and believe it or not i don’t know which one is yours specifically

-mumblers… ik you’re shy and probably have social anxiety but pls speak up or at least don’t cover your mouth while talking. i’m hard of hearing so lip reading is all i got when the blenders are going off 😭

-men who whisper in their girlfriend’s ear what they want. idk it’s an ick for me

- couples/friends who go all wwe on the card reader fighting who gets to pay… you’re shaking the whole god damn counter and are about to break the card reader. just let that mf pay and zelle them

-unattended little kids. this just bothers me as a whole anywhere but parents who just send there kids in alone and the kid doesn’t even know what they want/can’t order abd now i feel like i have to keep an eye on this child now. it’s a dangerous world the plus area i work in isn’t the best and idk don’t trust ppl and let your kid go somewhere unattended. bonus points if the parent only comes in to complain after that their kid ordered the wrong drink

-don’t fking call trying to place an order and then say “hold on” girl i’m hanging up

-the person who can’t connect the dots . can be the only person in the store the only one to order i call out their number and order 🗣️. 2 minutes later “uhhh is this mine” pls pls pls pls are u fking serious. let’s take a look at our context clues and figure it out

-ppl who wait outside before we open fuck don’t u have a job or something + if they try to pay with $100. YOY JUST SAW ME OPEN THE DOOR I HAVE NO CHNAGE

-ppl who come up to the counter and just stand there and laugh with their friend. pls just fucking order pls i don’t think you’re funny i never will your friend doesn’t even think you’re funny there’s a fuck ton of ppl behind u who don’t think you’re funny just place your fuck ass order

-anyone who ask for my favorites and immediately go “ew no i’ll get what i always get” honestly this is a loss for u bc my favorite drink is the best drink

-don’t ask me more than 5 questions and dont interrupt me while im answering those questions

-grown men who try to be funny

-ppl who don’t tip on a 4+ drink order. tipping culture is weird especially for baristas ppl think they’re tipping only for taking their order (which should be a good enough reason to tip bc most u are dumb) but the tip goes to the ppl who are making your drinks. ppl tip bartenders bc they know they’ll get better service baristas are the same way :) tip tip tip tip especially if you did any of the things i listed

there’s more but that’s all i got from my shift yesterday where i was placed on register 😞

[crescentsteel]

When in Brazil - Heat

pairing: Hinata x f!reader x Oikawa genre: SMUT wc: 12.1k (I don’t have excuses anymore. Bear with me pls) warnings: threesome, double penetration (all holes involved byee), anal, oral (giving and receiving), degradation, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, dumbification, squirting

[a/n]

For maximum experience, you have to read the series chronologically for context.

Can you believe it? This took me more than a month to finalize because the Oikawa-Hinata dynamic is fucking hard to polish.

I'm staying away from writing smut after this (don't quote me on this).

I need to bathe with holy water after this.

Enjoy, I guess?

Here’s the AO3 link in case tumblr is being shit and crashes on you. 

MASTERLIST

The day is almost over, yet it feels like the minutes are ticking by too slowly. You just want to go home. You’re in the diner but all you can think about is throwing yourself onto your mattress and sleeping off the weariness brought by the surge of customers on a Friday night. To make things worse, Shoyo is not doing deliveries today so you have to close the diner all on your own.

You release a burdened sigh before you plaster a rehearsed smile on your already exhausted face. When you are able to recollect yourself, you go back to the array of customers waiting to be attended to.

Amongst the seated crowd is an all too familiar tangerine that stood out effortlessly. He’s never been in your diner as a customer, so seeing him as such is a nice change.

He’s with someone and is so engrossed with their lively conversation that he doesn’t notice you at all. Despite that, it’s still nice to see him. You always see him working so hard that it’s comforting to watch him hanging out and having fun with others.

You’re probably staring because his eyes suddenly dart to you.

Of course, Shoyo being the sunshine that he is, he gives you a warm smile and a friendly wave that you take as your signal to come over to their table.

“Fancy seeing you as a customer, Shoyo,” you say just as affectionately as his smile is. “You brought a friend too,” you add as you turn your head to greet his company.

Once your eyes land on his friend, you feel the strain in your facial muscles as you try to maintain the smile you’re wearing.

It’s the fucking tourist!

“Ms. Local!” he yells out with familiarity and delight dancing in his surprised eyes.

“You know each other?” Shoyo asks.

You and the tourist speak at the same time.

“No.” “Yes.”

Shoyo looks back and forth at you and the tourist with apparent confusion.

“He must be mistaken.” Despite the panic that’s starting to rise in your chest, you’re able to maintain a calm facade. “I don’t know him,” you add confidently because it’s the truth. You don’t know him aside from two facts you got from his last time: he’s a volleyball player from Argentina and he’s a hot scum of a tourist.

You give the tourist the most hospitable smile you can muster, hoping that he’s actually decent enough to get the drift.

He looks at you from head to toe before an amused grin forms on his lips. He rests his elbow on the table and lazily places his cheek on his palm. “She’s right, Shorty pie. I was mistaken. I actually don’t know her too,” the tourist says as he regards you meaningfully.

Shorty pie? Did he just address Shoyo as shorty pie? How snotty! Shoyo is not that short.

“Y/n, this is the great king, I mean, Oikawa-san, I mean uhhhh,” Shoyo turns the tourist and says something in Japanese. You try to get cues as to what they’re talking about but the language is incredibly different. You might’ve found it rude but it was Shoyo who did it. You can’t imagine him saying anything bad about you.

The tourist faces you with a wide smile. “You can call me Tooru, Ms. Local,” he introduces himself.

“Her name is Y/n, Oikawa-san,” Shoyo kindly corrects Tooru, not a drop of suspicion present in his tone.

“Right! Y/n it is.” He continues staring at you with a very smug look on his face that makes you want to kick him out of the diner. But even if you were the owner, you can’t do it without letting Shoyo know why.

You distract yourself and turn your full attention to Shoyo. “So, what’re you boys getting?” you ask cordially.

“Let me ask him, y/n. It’s his treat.” Shoyo faces his annoying company. You softly tap your feet on the floor and refuse to get back to Tooru, hoping that it’ll still be Shoyo who’s going to order for the both of them.

“Y/n, hallooo.”

It’s taking everything in you not to roll your eyes and exhibit a grouchy behavior unacceptable towards a customer. Goddamn it, you can’t even sigh to calm yourself down.

You force yourself to face him and let out a high-pitched “Yes?” paired with a feigned smile.

He chuckles uninhibitedly before he answers. “Actually, I don’t know what to order. I just wanted you to look at me,” he admits without any trace of shame.

You try to laugh your irritation away but it comes out awkward and loud that some of the customers near their table turn their eyes at you.

You clear your throat to shake off the embarrassment. “Since you’re undecided, Sir. We’ll get you our three best sellers which will take no more than 20 minutes to prepare. I’ll be back when it’s ready,” you say all at once. You don’t wait for their response as you turn around and hurry back to the kitchen.

You tell the cook their order and excuse yourself to go to the restroom.

As soon as you close the door, you cover your face with both hands and pour a regret-filled squeal onto your palms.

You certainly have been complaining about life being dull and repetitive. But this is too much of a mayhem for you to handle!

Out of all the strangers you could’ve possibly slept with, it had to be someone Shoyo knows. Fuck! What if the tourist, what’s his name again? You were too busy panicking that you didn’t even catch his name when he said it. It was something like Tori? Taurus? Tooru!

Tooru, the scumbag tourist.

His name is not really that important though. What’s more pressing is the possibility that he might tell Shoyo.

You really like your lively and good-natured friend. You don’t want him to think you’re a lady of loose morals for sleeping around.

Loud knocks on the door pull you back to the reality that you need to get back out there. You can’t stay in the restroom room wishing you can turn back time, even though you do. You wish you just stayed home the night you crossed paths with the tourist.

You take a deep breath and step out.

“What took you so long? Orders are piling up in the kitchen,” your fellow waiter reprimands you.

“Sorry,” you apologize before hurrying to the kitchen. You take the cooked meals and get them to their respective tables.

When the tourist and Shoyo’s order comes in, you collect yourself for a quick second prior to heading back to where they are. Despite dreading each step you take towards them, you manage to get there with an amicable smile.

“Here you go,” you announce as you put down their plates.

Even when you try your best to ignore the tourist by focusing all your attention on Shoyo, you can feel his avid stare boring onto your face. You’re just glad he’s not talking at all, so you don’t have a reason to face him.

“Thanks, y/n!” Shoyo says appreciatively which eases your discomfort a bit from having Tooru ogle at you.

“Anytime,” you respond just as kindly and head back to the kitchen. A huge wave of relief hits you when you’re finally away from their table.

Oikawa follows the sight of your back as you leave. What were the chances he would see you again? You gave him nada after your sexy encounter that night, not even a name. So you both parted ways still as strangers. What’s even more amusing is the fact that you’re friends with Shorty.

The world just couldn’t get any smaller - seeing Shoyo out of pure coincidence on the beach. Then finding you here when you didn’t want to be found.

He turns his attention back at his former opponent and finds Shoyo’s gaze at you as well. The glimmer of fondness is blatant on his eyes as they linger on your back.

“Shoyo,” Oikawa calls out.

The short volleyball player instantly flicks his eyes back to Oikawa, oblivious that he was just gawking at you.

“Do you like her?” Oikawa asks, straight to the point.

A faint blush pops out of his tanned cheeks as his eyes go wide, an instant giveaway that Oikawa hit the bull’s eye.

Shoyo breaks into a flustered smile while he rubs the back of his neck from embarrassment. “Yeah. She’s a good friend,” he states, his eyes shining with less than innocent admiration as he looks back at the direction you disappeared in.

Holy shit. Holy Shit. You fucked Shorty too!

Upon the realization, a chuckle escapes his mouth before he can thwart it. No wonder you came up with that spot on guess before. You got the story from someone who did the same.

A small world indeed.

Shoyo is probably the good fuck you were talking about that night. Looking at the former middle blocker, he certainly didn’t think that Shoyo would have enough experience in the bedroom to be considered a “good fuck.”

Interesting.

“Why don’t you invite her to watch us play tomorrow?” he suggests.

Shoyo’s face brightens up with excitement from his suggestion. “Yeah! I think she’ll want to. I told her that I play volleyball and stuff.”

He leans back on his chair as he grins from Shoyo’s response.

“Should be fun, right?” he asks with hidden deviousness.

—

When Shoyo asked you to watch their game, your understanding by ‘their’ is him and another local he regularly plays with. Not him and the freaking tourist!

If you had known, you would have politely declined.

Now, you’re sitting there on the sands of Copacabana with nothing but foreboding as you watch them start the game with two other players.

You know close to nothing about volleyball. You only came out of curiosity because Shoyo talks about it like it’s his life. Maybe it is. He did come all the way from Japan to a foreign country all on his own.

And so did Tooru.

You’re just starting to wonder if he loves the sport just as much Shoyo does, but you don’t wonder for too long. He gives you the answer with the way he plays.

Knowing that you’ll be watching two grown men playing, you expected them to be show-offs impressing the girl they invited to watch. However, they don’t even spare you a glance after they get a point in.

You don’t take offense in it though. Instead, you find yourself growing envious of them. Their personalities are so different but the look of passion and determination is burning similarly not just on their faces, but on their whole being.

Tooru is still a tricky scum in your eyes. But when he’s playing, he looks larger than life and brimming with pride and dignity. His cocky smirk is still there, but it’s more of an affirmation to himself and Shoyo that they’re doing hell of a good teamwork.

Shoyo, on the other hand, is all smiles and easy going everytime you talk to him. He still is inside the sandy court, but he’s intensely focused and totally lost in the game that sometimes, very briefly, he almost seems scary.

It’s so strange. One second they’re totally immersed and serious, then on the next they’re suddenly grinning and laughing even if they didn’t score a point.

You’d think they were teammates before from how they seem to communicate without really saying anything. But if they were then, Shoyo would have undoubtedly told you about him.

When the game ends, the two of them share victorious smiles. Why wouldn’t they? They did snatch the game. They’re so earnest and driven that you can’t help but be in awe, despite the one of them being real shady.

They both head towards your direction, Shoyo almost running towards you while Tooru striding slowly with pride.

Your attention inevitably goes to the orange ball of energy first. “Were you watching, y/n?” he asks while trying to catch his breath. He must’ve been really absorbed in the game that he didn’t notice you arrive earlier.

“You did great, Shoyo!” you sincerely applaud him as the tourist catches up to where you are.

“You too, uhh, Tooru,” you commend him awkwardly. Until now, you’ve only called him ‘tourist,’ so saying his actual name feels weird.

“I didn’t expect you’d let me toss to you, Oikawa-san,” Shoyo says with the thrill of the game still oozing from him.

“Would be a waste if we don’t try something totally new when the opportunity is there,” Tooru responds just as high-spiritedly, but you feel off about how he calls Shoyo.

“Why do you let him call you such names?” you ask Shoyo even when the tourist is right beside him.

Shoyo just laughs it off, obviously not minding the rude nicknames. “It’s actually comforting, y/n. It reminds me of home,” he says with a nostalgic smile that makes you feel bad about his situation. He misses home so much that even rude nicknames are welcome because it brings him closer to it.

“Should I call you ‘Shorty’ too?” you sincerely ask but he only grimaces. Meanwhile, Tooru laughs to his heart’s content.

“Sorry! I thought you’d like it.”

“Not from you, y/n,” Shoyo sulks a little, but buries the misunderstanding immediately. “Anyways, should I walk you home tonight?”

You appreciate the thought. It has been a while since you had the pleasure of his company.

“Yea, please do.”

“Can I come?” the tourist butts in, reminding you that he’s also there.

“Aren’t your teammates waiting for you?” you ask, subtly shooing him away. You saw the two men he was talking to earlier. Judging from the language they spoke, which was undoubtedly Spanish, and their athletic build, you concluded they were his teammates.

“Nope. I asked them to go ahead,” he shrugs and flashes you that too-charming smile he has.

“Oh, why?” you ask amicably to hide your distrust of him.

“It’s my last night here and I thought, why not make friends with a local?”

You don’t buy it, but it would seem strange to Shoyo if you blatantly refuse Tooru. In Shoyo’s eyes, you and Tooru haven’t met before. It would be suspicious for you to be so wary of him when he’s been ‘nice’ when Shoyo’s around.

So you agree. You won’t see him anymore after tonight anyways. A walk home won’t do any harm.

When you reach your place, only then it dawns on you that if you invite Shoyo inside, you’d have to offer the same invitation to the tourist out of common courtesy.  You really want to let Shoyo in, but if they come in pairs, you’d rather invite your friend another night.

Your turn around and what awaits you is Shoyo’s hopeful, hazel orbs.

Meu Deus, how can you refuse him when he’s looking at you like that?

--

You go to the kitchen to grab one glass of water for each of the two men in your living room.

You tell yourself that everything’s all good and harmless when you invited them in. If it was Tooru only, it would’ve been a different story. You wouldn’t have even allowed him to walk you home.

But since Shoyo is there, you feel somewhat safe. The tourist might be douchey but surely he won’t do anything with your tangerine friend around. They won’t stay long anyways, so it should be fine.

You close your fridge when you hear Shoyo’s familiar footsteps.

“Y/n?” He stops briefly on his tracks when you turn to him.

“Yeah?” you respond before he continues making his way to you. “What’s wrong?”

He’s only a step away when his profile reveals a somber expression he’s never shown you before. “Did you really do it with Oikawa-san?”

You feel the rapid increase of your heartbeat from his question. Did Tooru tell him about it while you were in the kitchen? To think that you were starting to believe that the tourist is not as bad as you thought since he’s been amenable the whole night. He proves you wrong before you actually believe that idea.

Now you have no choice but to admit it to Shoyo because you don’t have the heart to lie to him.

“It’s okay, y/n. He told me he tricked you into it,” he tells you with a sad yet understanding look on his face.

“Are you… disappointed at me?” you ask guiltily.

He shakes his head instantly. “No, but...” He averts his eyes downwards, dejection clear and evident on them. “We’re not going to do it anymore, aren’t we?” His tone drops woefully with his assumption.

Oh goodness, he’s so adorable. It’s like one of his favorite things was taken away from him. You would’ve dragged him in your room right now to prove him wrong if it isn’t for your other visitor in the living room.

Instead, you grab his hand and pull him closer to you as you lean back on the counter. You cup his chin to raise his gaze back to you.

“I missed you,” you tell him rather than directly answering his question. You move your hand from his chin to his cheek before you claim his lips. Like an automatic response, he envelops his hands around your waist.

He really is the sun, not only bringing rays of joy to you, but also heats you up all the way to sinful madness.

His hands drop down your behind and gropes them to draw you towards his body, letting you know how excited he’s getting just from kissing and holding you.

You still haven’t had your fill of his lips when he lets go of yours. “Did you feel good with him, y/n?” he asks, centimeters away from your mouth.

You pull back slightly from surprise. “Why are you asking that?” You try to decipher what he’s thinking but you can only see his need for you as you stare at him.

“I want to know how to make you feel better,” he says as an ounce of insecurity bares itself for you to see. You drape your hand from his neck down to his chest, caressing the broadness of it. “You already know how to make me feel good, Shoyo,” you say as you offer him a gentle smile.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he persists.

You sigh when you realize that he’s not going to let this go unless you answer him. “I don’t like him, but yeaa... it felt good,” you look away as soon as you admit it. You don’t know how he’ll react, but you know that wouldn’t be able to take it if he looks at you with disappointment or disgust.

To your surprise, he pulls you close again and rests his cheek against yours. He asks something too softly -- something you wouldn’t hear had he not been standing so close. “Can I watch him do it?”

You flinch away from his hold with eyes wide from the appalling question. “What?!”

Shoyo becomes alarmed at your reaction and completely releases you. “But if you don’t want to, it’s fine!”

He waves hands mid-air, panicking at how aghast you are from what he said. “We just thought it would feel good for you. Ahhhh.” He rubs his face with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m getting way ahead of myself,” he apologizes with a regretful look.

Tooru must have told him prior to tonight. If they talked about you to that extent, the little time they had in your living room wouldn’t have been enough. Shoyo knew even while they were playing and he didn’t treat you differently.

Meanwhile, that tourist was acting all goody-goody because he’d already told your friend that you two fucked. You only become more annoyed when you realize that the idea couldn’t have possibly come from your adored friend.

You squint at Shoyo as you ask him. “He put you up to this, didn’t he?”

Shoyo looks up, genuinely unsure how to answer you. “Uhh. He said I could learn a thing or two from him.”

You laugh dryly from the lack of words that could describe your vexation towards Tooru. The audacity of that fucking tourist! How dare he think that he’s any better than Shoyo. How dare he make Shoyo believe that he’s the lesser sex partner.

“Y/n?” Shoyo must have noticed your silent fury because he looks concerned when he returns his gaze to you.

You give him a too-sweet grin despite the exasperation boiling in your chest. “You know what? He can join, but he’ll be the one watching.”

You drag Shoyo back to the living room, ignoring him as he utters words of disbelief that you’re too mad to understand.

When you meet Tooru’s gaze, he gives you a knowing smile which you return with a resentful one.

“Shoyo, can you go to my bedroom first? We’ll be there soon,” you say while you keep your eyes trained on Tooru.

“Can’t I know what you’re going to talk about?” Shoyo sounds almost sulking, but you don’t deter. You turn to him with a pout of your own.

“I promise we’ll be there soon, mkay?” You stroke his hand which you’re still holding.

Shoyo nods and obediently heads inside your room.

You march to Tooru and yank his collar. Despite being surprised by your action, he looks pleased with your aggressiveness.

“Congratulations, Tourist. You successfully earned yourself a threesome,” you spit out, but he only smiles with satisfaction as you just consented to what he’s probably going for. “Now listen to me and listen well. You will be the one doing the watching. You will remain seated while you watch Shoyo fuck me. You don’t get to join unless I let you. Do whatever you want - jack off, drool, have a seizure, I don’t give a shit. But if you make yourself cum, you don’t get to touch me. Got that?”

He only blinks at your litany of rules, but you trust him to be smart enough to get that in one go. Quickly enough, he lets out a short whistle as he reiterates your rules in just one sentence.  

“Basically, no touching and no cumming from me, right?” he states with a pleased grin that makes you want to punch his pretty face.

But you have better plans, so you let him go and join Shoyo in the bedroom. You don’t have to tell Tooru to follow. He stands up on his own and heads for the bedroom a few steps behind you.

When you get in your room, you find Shoyo sitting at the edge of your bed. He looks so worried, looking at his feet while fiddling with his hands. You feel bad that you kind left him out in the dark because you’re too pissed at the tourist’s presumptuousness.

You sit beside Shoyo and grab his hand. He eyes you fretfully, obviously addled at what’s going to happen next. Rather than explaining, you cup his cheek and moor your mouth to his. You straddle him while your other hand clutches his hair. His palms immediately get underneath your shirt, skimming the bare skin of your sides while your lips ravage one another.

Shoyo suddenly pulls back, his confusion now mixed with lust as he looks up at you. “What about Oikawa-san?” he huffs.

“Don’t mind him,” you mutter on his lips as you descend on them once again.

Shoyo doesn’t ask further, discarding his qualms earlier and heeding your instruction like the good guy he is. He rids you of the top you’re wearing, his palm immediately covering the softness of your clad breast while his mouth seeks the weak spot on your neck. When he does find it, you reward him by pressing your groin against his.

You can’t help but laugh a little at how his arousal is already poking beneath his shorts. “You’re already hard, Shoyo.”

He doesn’t respond and proceeds to unclasp your bra that’s preventing him from feeling your bare breasts.

Like he always does, he takes a moment to revel at your half nakedness like it’s the first time he’s seeing you as such. And like every time he does it, he never fails to make you feel like you a marvel to look at.

“So pretty,” he murmurs to himself.

He plants fervid kisses on your chest until his mouth captures a perk bud. The action causes you to grind on his lap, attending to the ache that’s settling in your groin.

You itch to roam your hands on his body and groans with disappointment that it isn’t his skin you’re touching. He hears it and does you a favor by quickly discarding his muscle tee.

“Shoyo,” you whisper with brewing desire as your hands travel from his neck down to his chest.

“Yes?” he asks, completely bewitched even when you’re only half naked.

“I really missed you.”

You feel his erection grow even more while his face shines with adulation from your statement. He grips both cheeks of your ass and takes it upon himself to roll your hips again on his bulge.

“I missed you too, y/n,” he says before resuming what his mouth was doing earlier: devotedly twirling his tongue around one hardened bud while his fingers fiddle with the other. With already several visits from him after work hours, he’s well familiar with how you want to be had.

He demonstrates so by gently tugging your nipples with his teeth and fingers, making you cry out from the slight pang that heightened your craving for more.

You’re reminded that someone else is in the room when your wooden chair creaks audibly for you to hear. Shoyo is doing such a great job of taking you to a scandalous place far away from your mundane room that you almost forget that Tooru is there.

You take one quick look at the pretty guy sitting on your chair. He’s doing as he’s told and is watching intently, particularly at where Shoyo’s mouth is.

As much as you want to totally lose yourself in the sensation of Shoyo’s hands and mouth, you have to show Tooru what he missed on that one night of encounter.

You clutch Shoyo’s hair to pull him away from your body, earning yourself a baffled Shoyo when you get off his lap. You just smile reassuringly at him as you get on your knees. You try to lug his shorts down but fails as he remains seated, totally beguiled at the sight of you kneeling down for him.

You look up to him doe-eyed as you ask him, “Won’t you help me a little here, Shoyo?”

He snaps out of his daze from your question. “Ah! Yes, yes. Sorry.” He does the work for you and hurriedly pulls his shorts and undergarments down.

You squirm on your knees at the sight of his swollen cock. It’s been a while since you did it with him that you find yourself more than eager to have him inside you again; whether in your mouth or somewhere further down, you can’t decide.

Once again, the tourist distracts you when he lets out a whistle. “Damn. Who knew?”

You can’t help but agree with him. When you first saw Shoyo’s size, you were shocked as well. He, however, doesn’t get what Tooru is talking about. He eyes Tooru worriedly as he asks confusedly, “What?”

Tooru doesn’t answer Shoyo and just grins at him, so he turns to you instead. “What’s he talking about, y/n?”

You respond by gripping the base of his cock and taking him slowly in your mouth. You hear him hiss as his hand grabs the back of your head.

“Ahhh. So warm.”

You look at him and find him with lips parted and eyes shut as he relishes the way you gradually swallow his size.

Once your lips reach the hilt of his shaft, you drag your lips back up and release his cock. Instead of sucking it again, you tease him by flicking your tongue on his tip, twirling the hot, moist muscle around it whenever you feel like it.

Shoyo clutches your hair, oblivious to the strength he put behind it as he unknowingly forces you to meet his pleading eyes.

“Suck it again please,” he asks nicely despite his tight grip on your hair.

You smile tenderly at him, tracing the length of his cock with your tongue before engulfing it once again with your mouth. As you descend on him, you lock eyes with Tooru, making sure that he’s watching how devoutly you’re tending to Shoyo’s desires.

Satisfaction kicks in when you notice the undeniable bulge on his shorts as he keeps his eyes on you and Shoyo. This is supposed to be a show for him, but you feel yourself getting wetter from Shoyo’s whines and how Tooru is starting to palm his erection above the fabric of his shorts.

Shoyo takes hold of your attention again when he starts thrusting against your mouth, causing you to whimper on his dick. You squeeze his thighs to signal him to slow down. He stops completely, letting you withdraw away so you can breathe.

He opens his eyes and trails his hand from the back of your head to your cheek. “Sorry, y/n. It’s starting to feel really good,” he explains apologetically.

You offer him a delicate smile right before you descend your mouth on the whole of his cock in one swift motion, the tip of his cock tickling the back of your throat.

“ Ah! ” He throws his head back from the sudden movement.

“Shit,” you hear the man seated across the foot of the bed curse. You turn your eyes on him and witness how he frees his bulge from his shorts. He fists it slowly, matching the bob of your head on Shoyo’s dick. You quicken your pace and his hand mirrors it as well.

You unzip your shorts, unable to help yourself.  Without bothering to remove them, you slip your hands in and touch the moistness of your slit. You moan at Shoyo’s cock as you feel the pads of your fingers on your slick arousal.

“Stop touching yourself, y/n. I’ll do it with my mouth later. Make me feel good first.” Uncontained desire is swimming on Shoyo’s orbs as he stares at you while his mouth pants  with need.

You pull out your hand and plant it on the side of his thigh as you suck faster, hoping that he’ll cum soon so his tongue can replace what your fingers were doing.

Your pussy is throbbing so hard from how he’s learning so well. He pulled the same card you did the first time you sucked him off and it’s turning you on even more that you have to clench your thighs together just so you can ease your arousal a little bit.

“Let me do it,” you hear Tooru’s breathy suggestion. You’re not surprised that he noticed. After all, watching is all he’s allowed to do.

Shoyo gently pulls your head back as he asks, “Do you want him to?”

With his dick still stuffed in your mouth, you shake your head to answer ‘no.’ You want to alleviate the delicious tension between your legs, but you want Tooru to remain where he’s seated for a while more.

“I can do it well, y/n. I’ll trace my tongue on your cunt the way my fingers did on that beach. Let me taste you. I’ll get you even wetter with my mouth.”

You grip Shoyo’s thighs as you moan on his dick from Tooru’s lewd words. You didn’t want him to touch you yet, but the visceral imagery he provided you is making your lubricious needs unbearable.

You look at Tooru as you tell him with a wavering voice, “Come here.”

“Finally,” he says as he tucks his rigid member back in his shorts and rushes to where you are.

Shoyo helps you stand up and positions your back against the headboard of your bed. Meanwhile, you feel Oikawa’s hands grasp the seams of your shorts.

You’ve already unzipped it earlier so all he needs to do is pull it down, which he easily does as you lift your hips up for him.

“Please don’t forget I’m here, y/n,” Shoyo reminds you with a sullen tone.

Oikawa spreads your legs while you weakly grab Shoyo’s dick. You pump him a few times before taking him again in your mouth. At the same time, Tooru gives your already moist slit a well drawn out lick.

Your groan vibrates on Shoyo’s cock as your thighs involuntarily press together. Strong hands placed on both thighs prevent them from doing so as Tooru swirls his tongue on your throbbing clit.

The delicious strokes of his tongue lapping up your juices are incredibly distracting, making you a drooling mess on Shoyo’s cock. You grip his shaft to regain some control as you start quickening the bob of your head, your fingers hitting your lips as you take him fast and deep.

Tooru distracts you even further when he roughly pushes two fingers in without any warning.  “Oh my, would you look at that?” He laughs right between your legs. “My two fingers easily got in,” he says and starts languidly pulling them in and out of you.

You want to say something but Shoyo beats you to it. “Please don’t stop, y/n. I’m about to-uugghh .”

He starts taking shallow breaths while he keeps his hazy eyes on you. “Can I cum in your… in your mouth?” he asks as he starts staggering his hips faster than the bob of your head.

You give him a small nod, trying your very best to continue sucking him even though Tooru’s fingers are sending you to another kind of delirium.

Shoyo’s moans permeate the air as his orgasm erupts in your right in your mouth. “ Ahh, ahhhh, y/n, am cumming ,” he says before his hand goes to the back of your head and shoves his length at your throat, forcing you to swallow the entirety of his load.

“Holy shit,” you hear Tooru say as he stills his fingers inside you.

Shoyo eases his grip on your hair as he releases a satisfied huff. Your jaw feels relief as you remove your mouth off his member.

He takes his seat at the bed as he steadies himself again.

“I didn’t think you’d be one to swallow.” You turn to Tooru and see him no longer situated in front of your crotch.

He stands up and takes off all his clothes without any shame. You stare at his glorious nakedness, acknowledging that the last time’s encounter did not allow you any of the view he’s currently gracing you with.

His face isn’t the only pretty thing about him, it’s everything. And you can tell he knows it with how proud his strides are as he makes his way beside you.

Your dazed eyes follow him as he rests his back on the headboard.

“This is when you sit on my cock, y/n,” he says with that fraudulent smile of his. He’s so damn infuriating, yet, you can’t deny that you want to do exactly as he said. His tongue on your dripping pussy did nothing but fan the flickers of arousal in your stomach, so even if you still despise him, you don’t mind being fucked by him. You already know he’s not going to disappoint anyway.

You climb on top of him with an irritated expression and a soaked cunt that coats the tip of his member. “Please stop talking. Don’t make me hate myself for being horny over you,” you state almost resignedly. Levity spreads across his gorgeous face as a laugh starts to rumble from his throat.

“You’re so funny, y/n! I knew I made the right choice to fuck you that night,” he says with mirthful smile. You ignore him completely, tuning out his fatuousness as you align your entrance to his cock that’s been poking at you.

You anchor yourself with one hand on his shoulder while your other seizes his member for you to descend on.

“Oh no no no~” He grips your hips and stops you. “Why are you in a hurry? We have all night, don’t we?” He asks as he trails his fingers on the sides of your hip, effectively heightening your wanton desire to be stuffed by him.

You shake your head ferociously as you remember how intense he teased you and edged you on the beach. “None of that teasing crap anymore,” you say as an infuriated plea.

“Hmmm, “ he hums as he thinks about your belligerent request. “Kiss me first,” he says in a light tone but you hear the smidge of authority behind it. You gladly oblige as you hurriedly reach for his mouth.

Replicating what he did with his fingers, he fastens his grasp on your hips and rams you down on his cock. Your moan falls on his mouth mixed with his own. He pulls away from your lips, a string of translucent liquid connecting his to yours.

“Ahh, Ms. Local. You look so hot with that lewd expression on your face,” he says, his eyes hazy with his own dark, sinful yet alluring desires. “Since you wanted to be fucked so bad, why don’t you move for us?” he asks before he goes for that exact spot on your neck that makes you weak.

You start grinding against him, taking your time to revel at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your dewy insides. He startles your slow rhythm when you feel the sharp sting of his palm on one ass cheek.

You yelp out from the sudden pang burning on your skin. “Seriously, y/n? That’s really all you got?” he taunts while his hand on the other cheek caresses it, a soft warning that the same slap is about to hit it too.

Fuck. What even gave you the idea that you can take charge of this asshole? You kinda feel stupid now from your naivety and from how he’s making you lose yourself from the painful delight he just inflicted on you.

“Oikawa-san! Why are you hitting her?” Shoyo voices out his concern which makes Tooru’s hand still from its circular caresses over it.

Tooru weaves his head to the side to look at Shoyo while you slouch and rest your head on Tooru’s shoulders.

“You don’t?” he asks inquisitively to the other naked man on your bed.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to hurt her,” Shoyo responds out of genuine concern that it makes your heart melt despite being impaled with the cock of another guy.

Tooru chuckles at his innocence before inviting him, “Sit beside us and watch, Shoyo.”

You feel the shift of the cushion beside you, indicating that Shoyo had followed Tooru’s suggestion.

“Ready to show your precious Shoyo how perverted you are?” Tooru whispers to you, delivering a wet stripe on your ear.

You struggle to hide your face on his shoulders as you answer him with a quivering “no.” The spank that follows is harder than the previous one, forcing you to throw your head back as you wobble from the pain.

“See, Shoyo-kun?” Tooru turns to your friend, treating you like an educational material for him to learn from. Meanwhile, the tangerine remains silent and eyes you with awe from discovering this side of you that even you weren’t aware of.

Your mouth gapes open while you try to think of something to explain yourself to Shoyo as you meet his gaze. Tooru makes use of the opportunity and sticks in his fingers inside your mouth.

You turn your attention to Tooru, a bunch of incoherent words coming from how he’s violating your wet cavern with his digits. Your plan to defend yourself to Shoyo is discarded when Tooru moves your hips against him with just one hand.

You go with the rhythm he’s setting while he thrusts his fingers inside your mouth.

“Hhhrrrmmm ,” you moan disorderly on his slender digits, making its owner chuckle with grisly amusement.

“She likes it,” Shoyo comments like he’s figured out what Tooru was talking about.

“Damn right she does.” Tooru presses his pads firmly on your tongue, coercing you to open your mouth wider. Then he trails his digits down, leaving your tongue lolling out of your mouth while his drenched fingers turn their attention to one nipple. To reinforce his point further, he pinches it, eliciting a pained groan from you as you shut your eyes.

“Wanna try for yourself, Shoyo-kun?” Tooru asks as he lays his grip back on your butt.

With your eyes closed, you don’t see how he reacts. You just feel him settle himself kneeling behind you and a different set of thicker fingers replace Tooru’s.

“Like this?” You can tell that it’s not you Shoyo’s talking to with how he’s obstructing your mouth from forming anything comprehensible. You feel the other set of digits find their way on your tits, making use of the slick that Tooru gathered from your mouth and fiddle with it.

“Do you feel good like this, y/n?”

You shudder from the feel of Shoyo’s lips on your ears. As always, he never fails to ask for validation if he’s making you feel good enough. At the same time, Tooru starts picking up the pace of how he’s rolling your hips against him, rendering you unable to respond to Shoyo’s question.

You can only interchange moans and whines from the different sources of pleasure swiftly leading you to grasp the edges of your climax.

Shoyo continues adoring you with his fingers at work and his mouth trailing zealous kisses from the back of your ear to the column of your neck. You feel his cock raging once again as it rubs on your ass while Tooru guides your pelvis to grind on him.

“Shoyoeeehhmmmm .”

He removes his fingers off your mouth and plays with your other nipple that’s been craving for attention. His tongue takes the place of his fingers as he slides it inside your mouth while he kneads your supple mounds. He starts grinding on your back as well, taking whatever pleasure he can get from the friction.

“Don’t forget I’m here too,” Tooru harshly reminds you of his presence when he puts a thumb over your clit and rubs the bud in brutal circles.

You tear your mouth away from Shoyo’s to cry out from the added stimulation that builds on to the pile of pleasure that’s about to explode.

Then, Tooru cuts all those coming from him, lets go of your hips and takes his thumb off your clit.

Even though Shoyo’s doing a great job of making feel good, it only intensifies your need for a release, not provide it.

“Why did you stop?” you mewl with the vehement need for him to make you cum.

“We’ve played this game before, can’t you tell?” he taunts aggravatingly because you remember it too well - how he made a complete mess out of you in public just to make you beg for him. You try to defy him by gyrating on your own, but the firmness of his hands lets you stay in place.

You groan with defeat. “Do you want me to beg again?”

He nods agreeably. “Beg for Shoyo to fuck you instead.”

You're taken aback by his request. You’ve never actually begged Shoyo the way you pleaded for Tooru because Shoyo always makes sure he gives you the pleasure you seek by asking nicely.

“Y/n, you don’t have to,” your friend counters his old rival’s order. Tooru slams a palm on your ass again before pushing his thumb on your clit. “Beg for him or this will go on for a while,” he warns.

You lean your head back on Shoyo’s shoulder as you look at him with lustful urgency. “Shoyo, please fuck me,” you beg with frustration. “Let me get a condom,” Shoyo says, and although you appreciate the thought, you halt him before he can leave the bed.

“I need you now. I need your cock inside me. Make me cum with it. Please …”

You feel his arousal pulsate at your back from your plea. Tooru lets go of his hold on you while Shoyo pulls you away to get you on top of him instead. Shoyo’s girth is thicker than the tourist’s so when he prods your entrance, you hiss at the additional stretch he’s giving you.

“You okay?” Shoyo utters caringly as he sweeps the strands of hair stuck on your face. You give him a frail nod as your pussy tries to accommodate his girth. When he bottoms out, you don’t give yourself time to adjust and hastily chase for the gratification Tooru denied you of.

Shoyo grabs you to lie right on his chest as you bounce rigorously on his cock.

“Shooyooooo, haaaa . I’m gonna--”

A spank lands on one butt cheek - a rough, sharp hit that instigates tears to prickle on the corner of your eyes from the sting, the very same hit that topples you over the edge of ecstasy. When your body begins thrashing on top of him, he continues moving for you, letting you ride the apex of your orgasm to its maximum.

“Y/n, uughhh, you’re clenching on me. Can I keep moving?”

He asks while rocking your hips to keep them moving. You want to tell him to wait for a good while, give you a minute for a break, but you’re too breathless to speak.

Tooru answers for you though. “Yes, Shoyo-kun. Keep moving, just move a bit slower.”

Damn. Will he ever say anything that you actually agree on? You’re just thankful that at least he made Shoyo slow down. He grabs your waist and hoists you up from Shoyo’s chest. “How’s it feel to be spanked by your dear friend, y/n?”

You’re a bit spent from your orgasm, but he’s overbearing that you just had to say something. “You’re a scumbag,” you puff angrily.

“I know,” he smiles sweetly before capturing your mouth while he leads your hand to his stiff member. He covers your hand with his and basically uses it to jack himself off.

“You could’ve had this taken care of earlier,” you whisper. He could’ve just continued fucking you until he got off, but for some reason, he made you do it with Shoyo.

“I have other things in mind.”

You’re about to ask what but Shoyo suddenly hits a spot that makes you grab onto Tooru for support. “Fuuuck,” you moan while looking at Shoyo helplessly. You just came, but his slow plunges are quickly reviving your crude desires.

He lets his hands mendear all over your body, worshipping every nook, every curve he can lay his hands on given how he’s lying beneath you. Tooru lets you go to let you fall back onto Shoyo’s embrace.

Shoyo stops moving you and does the work himself, plunging his thick cock inside you faster - a familiar feeling that always gets you reeling from his intensity.

What isn’t familiar is the prodding of something on an opening that’s never been touched. You harshly snap your gaze to Tooru to check what the hell he’s doing this time. When your eyes make contact with each other, he waves at you while his other hand rests on your ass.

“This will be awesome, I swear,” he assures you with no hint of sincerity. You see him spit on your ass before inserting one finger in your rear.

It’s totally new to you, a strange sensation to be penetrated in that particular entrance. But Shoyo’s thrusts are too good of a distraction that it weirdly adds to the sensation he’s providing.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re feeling good,” Shoyo says with his stare boring on your face.

Goddamn. One who reveres you and one who toys with you, how will this night end for you? Your thoughts get all frenzied up when you feel him add another finger in.

“It feels weird, Tooru! One is enough,” you tell him even with your attention all on Shoyo and the complete adoration he has on his face.

“Okiee,” Tooru says amiably, then inserts a third digit in your tightening hole. “There, one more just like you said,” he announces proudly as he slowly drives three fingers inside your ass.

Your breathing starts to get uneven from the foreign feeling. “Shoyo, I feel weird,” you turn to him.

“Should I ask him to stop?” he asks as he cups your face with sympathy.

“Yeaah aaaaaaaaahhhhhh, ohh shit.”  A different kind of pleasure assaults you when Tooru starts pumping his digits unforgivingly.

Shoyo interprets your moan as discomfort as he tells Tooru to stop. “I think she’s in pain, Oikawa-san.”

Tooru acknowledges Shoyo’s statement and stops. “Don’t move too, Shorty.” Shoyo immediately complies but asks, “Why?”

You get the answer when something bigger and thicker than his fingers penetrate your back entrance.

Oikawa winces at the first two inches he sinks in you. You’re so fucking tight that he can surmise it’s your first time to be taken in this hole. Shit, it’s already clamping on him despite not being even halfway in.

He nudges further, managing to shove in almost his whole length but that’s when you get alarmed. “Tooru, no more, please,” you plead with discomfort gleaming clearly on your features.

“Shoyo, move again.” He ignores you, but if you still don’t relax after this, he’ll pull out. Fuck. Shorty better does the trick. He’s been waiting for this. That’s why he’s been holding back and letting you and Shoyo have all the fun.

Fortunately, you do loosen up as Shoyo starts to rock himself inside you again. “I-I’m.. haaa,” you whine with pleasure more than pain.

Hell yeah. It would’ve been a waste if he doesn’t get to experience your ass. He was tempted to play with it that night on the beach, but the location did not permit him to do all the things he wanted to do to you, including this.

But no matter, he has the chance now, even better, Shorty pie is here to help him soothe you.

His hands wander on your chest, groping their softness before they travel down to the sides of your waist, then to your hips. Then, he rams his remaining length inside your tight gummy walls.

He can almost hear your throat scratch from the loud scream that came from it. “What did you do, Oikawa-san?!”

Tooru wipes a sweat from his forehead as he answers. “Relax, I just stuck my cock in her butt that’s all.”

“What?! No wonder she’s feeling weird. Why did you even do that?”

He grins at Shoyo’s lack of experience for these things, and also at you who seem to think that Shoyo knows how to make you feel good. To be fair, Shorty is very well familiar with your body and knows how you want to be held and to be fucked.

But nothing more than that. Shoyo obviously did not push for anything more than what you told and showed him.

Lucky for both of you, he’s there to expand your horizons.

“Yes, Shoyo. You can fuck someone in the ass,” he enlightens the ginger as he starts shoving his cock in and out to tend to his own needs.

“How does it feel, y/n?” he asks you. You turn your head back to him with that hateful yet intoxicated look in your eyes and he already knows that your ass will be for him to wreck tonight.

“I d-don’t like- mmmm -it,” you protest with a frail voice, but Tooru doesn’t bother to stop. Rather, he speeds up.

It’s definitely strange for you, being stuffed by two men whose thrusts are distinct from the other. You’d hear and feel the slap of skin to skin contact when Shoyo buries himself inside you, but when he pulls back it’s followed by Tooru fully sinking himself in your ass.

It’s absurd and absolutely lecherous, yet it feels fucking incredible. They’re stretching both holes while you can do nothing but grasp at Shoyo’s chest as you hear their groans and mewls taint your room.

“Do you really not like it?” Shoyo whispers for only you to hear.

The genuine care in his eyes makes you tell him the truth. “It feels,” you bite your lip when Tooru’s moans become louder as he pounds your ass faster. “G-good, Shoyo. Feels s-so good,” you somehow manage to finish speaking despite your head starting to get clouded from frenzy.

Hinata’s never felt anything like this before either. He can feel Oikawa inside you with that flimsy muscle that separates your two holes. Your little pussy feels more snug against him, swallowing his dick tighter for him to revel on.

But the look on your face tells him that this feels way more intense for you than for him. Your pupils are blown out, your cheeks are flushed, and you’re almost drooling at his chest while you claw on him. It’s so sexy -- the sexiest expression he’s ever seen from you. He can cum just from this, but he can’t help but wonder.

“Oikawa-san. I want to see,” he stops moving altogether when he tells the setter.

You widen your eyes at him. You probably don’t like his idea, but he can only apologize for his curiosity is getting the best of him.

He pulls out from you and watches Oikawa grab you to rest on his chest. Oikawa leans against your headboard and spreads your legs to indulge Hinata the view he requested.

“Here you go, Shorty-pie. I’ll slow down for you,” Oikawa says.

Hinata’s attention is all on your ass being spread out by Oikawa’s dick. It’s so obscene. He never imagined you could be fucked there. If he knew, he would have tried it himself.

“Shoyo, don’t look at me,” you plead.

His eyes shoot up to your embarrassed face, not understanding why. You look fantastic like this: sprawled out for him to see everything. our rear being defiled, your pussy dripping and gaping at nothing, your body glistening with sweat, and that erotic expression you have.

“Uhhhh, ” you shut your eyes when Oikawa starts toying with both your boobs as he continues thrusting at you.

“Don’t be so stingy, y/n. Shoyo wants to see you like this,” then he turns to Hinata. “Isn’t she so slutty, Shoyo-kun?”

“I’m not-”

A slap on your clit stops you from finishing your sentence. Your cunt starts clenching on its own from the sting. “Fuck, y/n. Even your ass is throbbing from that. You really like being hurt, don’t you?”

He says all that while his middle finger rubs circles on your hard nub. God, your mind is in ruin from this slow, venereal torture Tooru is subjecting you to.

“I d-don’t,” you pant heavily from the heavy ache in the pit of your stomach.

Another slap hits your cunt, ripping a shrill whine from you, followed by a slew of whimpers when his fingers fondle with your clit again. “What’s that again?” Oikawa hums on your neck.

“I’m a slut! I’m a slutty girl, so please. Please don’t stop again,” you admit defeatedly, overwhelmed by the intense craving to be fucked properly.

“See, Shoyo-kun? Your good friend over here is a pervert who has a talent for begging.”

You look at Shoyo, ready for the scandalized and disgusted look on his face. But what you see is mesmerized hunger with his eyes on your body.

“I want to fuck her ass too, Oikawa-san.”

Tooru takes out his dick as Shoyo requested. “Go ahead, Shorty.”

Shoyo grips your knees and pushes them back a little before he probes your entrance. Oikawa tilts your face to his and engages you with a messy kiss where he darts his tongue inside your mouth right off the bat.

Then he puts his hands back to work, one on your tit and the other on your pussy, distracting you from the pain of Shoyo’s size penetrating your other entrance.

“It’s so big,” you whimper on Tooru’s mouth, which makes him stop all his ministrations and retreat a bit. “Geez, y/n. Are you trying to insult me?”

“N-no, it’s just uughhh.” You feel the whole of Shoyo’s length inside your rear end.

“Does it feel good, y/n?” he asks even though he’s already moving in and out of you with less sympathy than he used to have as he doesn’t let you adjust to him. And when you’re finally used to his girth, he pulls out completely and hammers it inside your sopping pussy.

He thrusts a few times then gets back to your ass again. He does this several times, the pleasure barely setting in on one hole, then proceeds to fucking the other before it feels too good for you.

“Shit, Shoyo. That’s fucking hot. Our y/n here loves it. Look at her.” Just as he’s ogling at you, you watch him as well. He’s completely lost in it, his eyes trained on where your bodies are connected, not aware that he’s driving you mad with the way he’s abusing two holes interchangeably.

“Shoyo…”

“What?” His voice is gruff as his alternating thrusts are getting faster, making you squirm on Oikawa’s chest for you can’t decide what you want to tell him. You don’t know if you want Shoyo to fuck your cunt or your rear.

You’d hate to admit it, especially with Tooru holding you captive in his hold, but you want both caverns stuffed to the brim.

“Can you choose one? I want to fuck her too, Shorty,” Tooru’s voice is laced with need which wasn’t there earlier. Finally, you agree with him on something. It pops off Shoyo’s enthralled selfish state of gratifying his pleasure alone.

“My bad,” Shoyo mutters before slotting his cock deep inside your pussy, choosing it for him to ravage on, which leaves your behind for Tooru.

When you get what you’ve been craving for, it’s mind-shattering. You’ve been edged non-stop that the feeling of being pummeled by Tooru’s and Shoyo’s cock shatters any slew of dignity and shame you had. Your head is filled with nothing but their dicks battering your insides with an uncoordinated, wild rhythm.

“Yesssss ahhh. ”

Tooru’s chest vibrates from his low laughter as he asks, “Does my cock feel good in this hole of yours?”

Shoyo spreads your cheeks apart, increasing the effect of Tooru’s words as he glides in easier and faster from Shoyo’s action.

“Yes! Please, keep fucking my ass, Tooru. Oh god, fuck. Shoyo, you’re hitting so deep, I - haaaa. ” Oikawa starts sucking a sensitive spot on your shoulder while Shoyo leans down inches from your mouth.

“Can you stick your tongue out, y/n?”

You don’t ask anymore, you just do it. You poke your tongue out as Shoyo requested. He does the same to play with yours, his moist, warm muscle clashing and colliding over yours.

Shoyo is different from usual and so are you. You feel so perverted, but you’re relishing every second, every thrust by both dicks.

“‘ m genna cuuhhmmm,” you slur.

Shoyo retrieves his tongue, leaving yours hanging out of your mouth. “I can’t believe you’re this slutty, y/n.”

You lose it. Shoyo’s crude words make you convulse on top of Tooru as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. You didn’t expect such treatment from Shoyo. You also didn’t expect you’d cum because of it.

You try to arch your back but Tooru is quick to grab one wrist while his arm snakes around your waist to prevent you from doing so. You’re left with no choice but to stay a whimpering, writhing mess in between two men who continue to slide in and out of you while you reel from your second climax.

With your one free hand, you wearily reach for Shoyo’s wrist. “Let me rest.” Your body is beginning to feel overwhelmed from the consuming pleasure they’re assaulting you with.

“Ehhh? That’s boring. Wanna try something fun, Shoyo?” You don’t miss the naughty suggestive tone of Tooru, but you’re too out of it to react.

Shoyo disregards your frail request and nods eagerly at the man behind you. With Shoyo’s approval, Tooru slips his cock out of your ass and pushes it into your pussy that’s already occupied by Shoyo.

“GAAAAAAAAAHH!!”  You struggle again to break free from Tooru’s embrace but combined with your fatigue and his strength, it turns out futile. The stretch is atrocious. It’s like you’re being split open to no end.

“Too tight,” Shoyo bites his lip with distress.

“Spit on her cunt,” Tooru quickly provides a solution which Shoyo does without thinking twice, gathering drool in his mouth then barbarically spitting on your pussy.

“I can’t do this. I’m going to break,” you voice out to no one, hoping that one of them takes mercy on you.

Tooru growls right on your ear. “Now won’t that be interesting?”

Then he rams his dick inside you, successfully joining Shoyo’s.

Another scream rips out of you as the two of them try to fit inside your already wrecked cunt. It hurts. You feel the burn of being outstretched together with discomfort of overstimulation. Even then, the moans that come out from you are of carnal thrill and elation.

It hurts, but in the best ways possible.

Your toes are curling from the lack of grip on reality while your hands tremble as they sought for anything to hold on to. One is shaking as it grips on Tooru’s forearm while the other is quivering at nothing in mid air.

Finally, Shoyo takes notice of you. You don’t care how you look right now, but you’re just glad that he’s looking your way again.

He hooks your calves to his shoulders, freeing both of his hands to hold yours. He intertwines them with his, allowing you to ground yourself on him that way.

Tooru’s thrusts become erratic as hands find purchase on your tits to paw. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna-uughhhh -cum.”

Your response is one driven by vulgar desires. “Cum inside me, Tooru. Pleasee,” you tell him as you look him in the eyes.

“Fuck yes! ”

The slap of his skin against yours gets louder and faster while his high-pitched whines fill your ear. “Yeaaah, cumming, Ms. Local. Shiiiit.” He stills completely while you feel spurts of warm liquid fill you up.

His hot breath fans your neck as he comes down from his climax, but he doesn’t budge and remains inside you. You wiggle above him, trying to get his cock to slip out, but he only fastens his grasp on your waist.

“Trust me, y/n. I’m doing this for you. Without my cock, this cunt of yours will loosen up. You and Shoyo-kun will take even longer to cum with how stretched and wet you already are.”

Shoyo, on the other hand, pummels inside you even faster from the lubrication Tooru gave. “You feel so amazing, y/n. Hmmmmppp. So tight, so sexy, so haaaa.” His fingers are almost crushing your hand, but you only feel the pleasure of being drilled with his dick.

Tooru’s hand flies to your sex and frantically plays with your clit again. But this time, the effect is even more immense as he consistently rubs it with his calloused pads in rapid up and down strokes. His other fingers add another stimulation for you, tweaking one perk nipple - pinching and pulling at his leisure.

Your whole body is on fire. You feel so dirty with sweat, drool, and cum all mixed and squelching from your slit. You feel it - the impending orgasm that feels different from the rest. Your head’s all fuzzy while your vision is getting blurry for some reason.

When a hiccup escapes your mouth, you figure out why - you’re sobbing. Tears are welling in your eyes from the overstimulation. “Too muuuuchhh, is tooo muaaa-aaaahhh.”

“Almost there, y/n. Just a bit more,” Shoyo says with eyes closed and clenched jaw as he continues roughing up your already sore pussy.

Shoyo starts thrusting a bit upwards, hitting a spot that’s doing something inexplicable to your senses. “Something — oh god, something’s uuuhhh, noooo.”

You hear a deafening wail from you as clear liquid gushes out from your sex while you thrash uncontrollably. “Holy shit, she squirted.” Tooru’s voice seems distant with how you’re still teetering from the violent orgasm that exploded from you.

“What was th- shit! I’m cumming. I’ll cum inside you too, y/n. You’ll let me, riiight?”

His hips rut viciously onto yours, prolonging the intensity of your own release. His mewls get louder and louder paired with your cries until he delivers one sharp thrust that unloads his seed inside you.

You feel so full with two dicks still inside you with both their cum dripping down your pussy. Tooru is the first to pull out while Shoyo is puffing with his hands still tightly clutched onto yours.

A massive weight looms on your chest, extending all over your body now that the euphoric yet salacious fog in your head is slowly being stripped off. Your vision is clearing out, the light bulb on your ceiling suddenly seeming too bright for you. The tenderness of certain body parts are getting noticeable. The sweat and saliva on your skin suddenly feels too sticky, too filthy, too disgusting.

You’re not even aware you’re trembling once again.

Oikawa, being the one holding, immediately takes notice. “Y/n?”

Your response to him is a whimper. “Shit. Let go of her. Now,” he says with urgency.

Shoyo opens his eyes and is alarmed when he sees you in a rattled distress. He softly draws you away from Oikawa and cradles you himself.

Oikawa stands up and goes to your drawers. Hinata doesn’t know why but doesn’t mind and turns his attention to you instead.

“Y/n?” He caresses your shoulder down to your arms, trying to ease whatever it is that’s bothering you. You hang onto his bicep but it slides down from the dampness of his skin. His concern grows when you let out a soft sob.

He holds your hand delicately, brushing his thumb against it. He tries to get you to look at him but you persistently shun your face away. “Please look at me. I’m so sorry. Was I too rough?”

You swing your head side to side, refuting his assumption. “I feel nasty and gross,” you sniffle. “But you’re not. You were so beautiful and sexy and amazing,” he says truthfully as he remembers how ravishing you were laid out for him.

You finally look at him, the most vulnerable he’s ever seen you.

“Really?”

He nods earnestly before planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

Oikawa comes back to bed with fresh towels at hand. He wipes the clammy fluids on your body, patting the warm cloth on your arms, thighs, and torso which alleviates further your malaise. Then, he wraps a new one around you and lifts you up to a sitting position.

“You’re far from being disgusting, y/n,” Oikawa whispers on the back of your head. He carefully lays his hand on your shoulder, testing if his touch triggers any unpleasant reaction from you. He skims it towards your neck and cups it. With no resistance put up, he places a chaste kiss on your nape.

“You were incredible,” he hums on your skin. “Let’s take a shower? Get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmur weakly. Oikawa looks at Hinata and signals him to carry you since you’re more comfortable with him.

You sigh once the warm trickles of liquid hit your skin. It’s calming, soothing the distraught uproar in your thoughts and nerves.

A hand rakes up the wet strands of your hair and lathers your soap on your back. On your front, a familiar set of lips kisses you while water streams down on both of you. It feels like a hazy, tranquil dream. You just hear the cascading of water, echo of footsteps in the wet tiles, and a couple of sighs.

Next thing you now, you’re snuggled up in bed with someone drying your hair. You open your heavy lids and catch sight of a topless Tooru seated next to you as he tucks you with a blanket that smells like your drawers.

The bed is no longer drenched and everything feels crisp and fresh, lulling you deeper to rest.

“Stay with her until the morning, Shoyo.” It’s Tooru’s voice.

“You’re leaving?” Shoyo questions him as he stops patting the towel on your hair..

“Nah. She doesn’t like me. She’ll probably scream or hit my face first thing in the morning.” He’s about to get up when you muster whatever energy’s left of you to grab his wrist.

He regards you with care as he takes hold of the hand you’re tugging him with. “Yes?”

“Stay.”

He smiles with affection, a novel sight he’s shown you only now. He joins you in bed, filling the empty space on your left side. You close your eyes again, relishing the soft caresses and gentle pecks on your body as you peacefully drift off to sleep.

--

You wake up with the warmth of another body radiating onto yours. A heavy arm is draped across your waist and your cheek is nestled to a chest that rises and falls in a calming tempo that makes you want to drift back to your slumber.

But curiosity gets you. You slowly open your lids and are met with rays of sunlight glazing the orange strands of hair of the man next to you.

‘Sunshine on sunshine,’ you thought.

It’s a stirring sight to behold, but you have to wonder. He’s never stayed until morning. What happened last night that made him do so?

You scuff around, getting ready to sit up when you feel a heavy ache from your abdomen all the way down to your legs.

Wha- oh.

Oh.

That happened.

After your mind refreshes itself and replays some key scenes from last night, you glance back at Shoyo with no ounce of regret from what happened. You give him a soft peck on his chest and carefully shuffle out of the bed, making sure you don’t wake him up.

Up on your feet, you walk to your dining room and find what you’re looking for - the other accomplice of last night’s feat.

He’s seated comfortably at your table with a hot cup of coffee. “Buenos dias, señora,” he greets in his own dazzling way.

“I thought you were leaving,” you state with no trace of hostility as you trudge to the kitchen from how tender your lower body is.

“I clearly heard you asked me to stay,” he ripostes.

You get your own cup of coffee and join him in the dining area. “I did, didn’t I?” you ask with a soft whimsical grin ghosting across your lips.

“Mmhmm,” he sips from his mug leisurely then asks, “Any regretS?”

You meet his mellow eyes with your own. “Weirdly, none.”

The smiles that spread on your faces mirror each other, humored and satiated. Last night was definitely an experience - a mind-blowing one, and you’re extremely thankful that the aftermath of it was extremely catered for you as well.

The remaining contents of his coffee were spent in comfortable silence. “I think this is when I say thanks for the sex and coffee, then leave.”

Your reaction should be of animosity. This is the part you detested, when you’re treated like a part of the Rio de Janeiro local tour. But for some reason, you found the current situation funny.

“I believe it is indeed that moment,” you agree congenially.

“See you when I see you, Ms. Local,” he gives you a wink and gets up. The smile you had doesn’t go away as you bring your cup to your lips.

You hear your door open and a sudden need to tell him a parting message bursts on your chest.

“Hey, Tourist,” you break the stillness of your apartment as you call him out and turn around on your seat to face him.

“Hmm?” He regards you quaintly with his hand still on the doorknob.

It is long overdue and inappropriate in various sorts of ways, but you say it anyways.

“Welcome to Brazil.”

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—pocket heroes headcanons

mtha thots: it’s that time of year again where i start projecting my daily academic existential crises on the mha characters. i’ve had this idea in my head for months and got pages of brain rot fading away in my documents, so i’ve decided to stop being selfish and start sharing w some simple hcs. i hope you enjoy it <3

warnings: none

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context: pocket heroes are a new phenomenon to the world. the whispers that spread by ear say they are tiny humans dressed in hero-like costumes that support you when you need it most. many don’t believe in them and blame it on overactive imagination. but the very few who know the truth, say otherwise. they say you can’t find a pocket hero, but your pocket hero finds you when they’re ready. luckily for you, your tiny friend made an appearance and is stuck to you like glue! 

--

Midoriya Izuku:

this little guy is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

izu is on the shorter side standing only about 3 ¾ inches tall

but don’t let that height fool you bc he’s a ball of energy!

he’s a chatterbox so if that’s not your game, good luck sis

but he’s so cute and his voice is so tiny how could you not love him

your pocket hero is so encouraging of you

for every assignment, he’ll sit by your hand and cheer you on

it’s impossible to give in to temptation and skip an assignment/call off work bc he’ll puff his chubby cheeks out and pout

he knows it’s tough, but you can do it! there’s nothing you can’t do!

although, if you need to take a break for your mental health, he’ll immediately stop and climb up into your neck to comfort you

makes posters with sticky notes he finds around bc he’s your biggest fan

sits by you during class and takes his own notes so that you two can compare

he doesn’t want you to miss anything important

 you get such good grades bc of deku ong

izuku’s fav place to be is in your shirt pocket or in your cleavage, behind the collar of your shirt with his little head sticking out

it’s bc he likes to be near to your heart

it makes him feel safe and close to you

if you get really stressed out, izu will cry for you

he hates it when you’re distressed and won’t be able to think clearly until you’re okay

his whimpers are so sad it literally pains my heart

your pocket hero loves when you bring him up to your cheek so he can latch on and nuzzle you

he’s highkey attached to your hip

he’s not afraid to use puppy dog eyes if you tell him he needs to stay home when you go out

7 times out of 10, you give in

but when it’s necessary for him to stay, he’ll sadly mope around until he hears the door open and runs to you

deku’s got this huge smile on his face that could make the coldest man crack

his tiny footsteps are so cute ughhhh

uses ofa to jump to your face so you can catch him and give him cuddles until he’s satisfied

i adore him

Bakugo Katsuki:

katuski stands at a whopping 4 ½ inches which is about average

but this particular pocket hero has a bad case of small dog syndrome

make fun of how small he is at your own risk

bc this little dude bites

bakugo’s a hardass about your responsibilities

like the man will not let you procrastinate!

over his dead body

if he catches you slipping, he’ll pull on your ear lobes

screams at you and threatens to blow you up with his tiny explosions too for good measure

you don’t have the heart to tell him his quirk feels like a flick from a two year old

his yelling is kinda scary tho despite sounding like a preschool kid on helium

nevertheless, pls trust that this little guy loves you and only wants the best for you

you don’t catch how he gets up extra early every morning and organizes your desk to the best of his abilities (some of your stuff is heavy)

or how he’ll spend hours going through your music and making playlists to help you study

bakugo complains about doing it, but he’s always down to go through flashcards with you

he’s a smart cookie and has got a keen memory so trust he won’t let you half-ass/forget any important assignments and exams

a mother hen

if you have at least three inches of hair, bakugo likes to stand on the top of your head and tug on your strands to “make you move” like you're under his control

yes, he has an evil laugh

you humor him every time

although, there was one time you threw your head to the side and he almost fell off bc he called you a bad word and you weren’t having it

it hasn’t happened again since

doesn’t go there often bc he wants to be all tough, but his fav place to be is in the crook of your neck where it’s warm and he can feel close to you

pls reward him for good behavior w a lil kiss

he’ll tell you you're being gross and make a big show of wiping your “germs” away

but he secretly loves it

there was one time you didn’t peck him for a week and he actually got nervous in an angry kind of way

asked if you were mad at him in the smallest voice you’ve ever heard him use  

also stomps when he’s angry

pls he’s like the cutest most annoying alarm clock

i love him

Todoroki Shouto:

if izu and katsuki are the angel on your right, shouto’s the devil on your left

don’t get me wrong, the little guy will suggest you do your work

but…if you can still get the grade you want and skip out on a few things, who is he to say otherwise

a strong advocate of work smarter, not harder LMAOOO

you secretly think it’s bc he likes to take as many naps as he can with you

anyways, shouto is about 4 ¾ inches in height give or a take a couple centimeters

he’s got an unnaturally deep voice for a pocket hero

he’s very quiet, reserved most times, and will be your silent support as you go about your day

but pls don’t think he doesn’t have the slickest mouth known to man just bc he’s quiet

there was one time you asked your teacher a question and they were being difficult

you went back and forth for a few min, failing to notice the irritation growing on todoroki’s face

then he just blurted out, “and you’re supposed to have a degree in education?”

thankfully, your teacher didn’t hear him but when I tell you your heart dropped

you can’t take this man nowhere

he’s just a very sassy pocket hero

you get some lip from him too sometimes but threaten to take away his soba and he’ll shut up real quick

shouto likes to hang out on top of your head and lay there

also likes to sit on your shoulder and idly swing his legs

when you’re both bored in class, he’ll make little ice sculptures to get you more alert

you let him read articles out to you bc his voice is really soothing

todo lives for head pats or when you gently scratch his head with your finger

he’ll chase your finger if you pull away too soon

you think he purrs but shouto won’t admit to anything

when he’s feeling clingy, he’ll raise his arms up signaling for you to hold him in your hand

it’s annoying sometimes bc you need to take notes or something but does it look like this boy cares?

pick him up now!

if you get stressed, he makes you put down whatever you're doing and drink some water

forces you to take a nap if it’s really bad

all pocket heroes have a reserved “bed” so their caretaker doesn’t harm them when they sleep, but todoroki is wiling to risk death if it means curling up on your chest

your heartbeat helps him sleep easier

i wanna protect him at all costs

im no longer accepting requests!

[willwriteforhugs]

how stray kids asks you out <3

skz scenario - all members (individually) x reader

genre: fluff, dating au, angst if you close your left eye

word count: 1.6k (total)

warnings: some cursing, but nothing else :)

a/n: hello, lovelies!! this is my very first (posted) stray kids fic- i hope you all enjoy. it’s nothing major, but i really had fun writing it. if you’ve found me on the explore page, hello! i’m a hot mess. pls validate me by reading what i write.

just kidding.

maybe.

ANYWAYS- please keep in mind that this is written in a totally lighthearted way, and this is 100% fictitious. this is for entertainment purposes only. thank you for reading!

chan: 

he is actually so shy about it :’(

but he knows he’s gonna go through with it

cause that’s the kind of person he is

he just wants his emotions to be out in the open

whether the feeling is mutual or not

so he just improvises 

he approaches you with completely no context? like he just walks up and starts a convo but you can’t tell why

you think he’s just. being chan

but no

he’s pretty chill, actually

his face is so tho red but he doesn’t know that so don’t say anything

a few minutes in he kinda just snaps because he just couldn’t wait

“y/n-ah, do you wanna- i don’t know, get together sometime? are you free?”

this takes you off guard completely

he misunderstands your reaction *screams*

and he immediately regrets saying anything

but you scramble to reassure him 

when you say you’d like to get together, he loses all humility

becomes a total flirt

this flusters you but the two of you have such CHEMISTRY 

“so it’s a date?”

“it’s a date.”

minho:

is the type to completely deny his own feelings until the very last minute

plus, tbh

he probably thinks you hate him

so he has a hard time convincing himself to finally ask you out

but when he does...

he just bites the bullet (lmao pray for him)

walks RIGHT THE FUCK UP TO YOU

“y/n.”

when you respond he just kinda:

“will you go out with me?”

you also probably thinks he hates you too (go communication!!)

so you’re just like *surprised pikachu face*

but he just stands there and waits for your response

he’s sweating on the DL

but you kinda just go with it and say yes

he’s hella surprised but doesn’t wanna show his excitement

so he just smirks and is like

“okay. what would you like to do, and when?”

(just because he’s a cocky lil shit doesn’t mean he’s not a gentleman)

but he’s also secretly planning the whole first date in his head

will i hold y/n’s hand? what will they wanna do? should i-

- minho’s brain

(aw)

changbin:

is on the bolder side

(be careful with this one)

(he’s feisty)

he probably let his feelings fester for a long time

so this is overdue

but he spends the whole day shamelessly flirting with you

he finally just asks if you want to grab some food

you don’t even really realize it’s a date until he insists on paying for everything

this makes you all clumsy and embarrassed

but he thinks it’s the cutest shit ever

well now he’s clumsy and embarrassed (sobs)

TECHNICALLY he doesn’t officially ask you out until after this

he pretty much just straight up confesses

the audacity i can’t

“y/n-ah... i really like you- will you let me take you out? on a real date?”

* gesturing to the take out *

he isn’t embarrassed at all

you CANNOT stop looking at his eyes

they’re so genuine and loving that you almost forget to answer

once he gets confirmation he promises to both plan and pay for the whole thing, even as you protest

how are you already in love with this man 

hyunjin:

poor hyunjinnie probably spent the last four months trying to decide how to ask you out

he’s been head over heels for you for a while now

and he knows he needs to make his move

(cause, let’s be honest- you’re a catch, and he’s protective. could i make it any more obvious?)

he ends up thinking that just being straightforward is the way to do it

so he spends the whole day just trying to get you alone

this is harder than he anticipated

so finally he just grabs you while you’re in conversation

and goes

“y/n, i’m sorry-it’s important, can i just talk to you a sec?”

you go with him, if not out of pure curiosity 

literally the SECOND you’re alone he just swivels around says

“did you know that you are really hard to catch alone?”

and you’re kinda just like: 

huh

but he continues

“anyways, i just had a question for you?”

“oh, okay. what is it?”

this is when the nerves hit him 

“oh, uh- i guess i was just wondering- if you would go out with me sometime? nothing big, i just-”

you interrupt him without thinking

“yes.”

* cue one completely flustered and w h i p p e d hyunjin *

jisung:

is not shy at ALL

but he wants to make sure you’re comfortable

so he doesn’t make a big deal out of it

he spent a lot of time debating how to do it

but he decides to write a note (so cute)

he waits until you leave the room for a sec

he slips a note into your bag that just says

“date? -jisungie”

with a lil heart next to it

then he panics and just books it

when you find it a bit later you’re initially confused

but then it kinda hits you

you FREAK out and track him down-

only to realize you have no idea what you want to say to him

but he knows you too well

and he just laughs when he sees your face

this makes you laugh too, even though you’re nervous

when the two of you finally recover he’s just

“but really- please? let me take you out.”

you know your face is on fire

so you just nod

but that’s all the confirmation he needs

felix:

king of overthinking 

we all know felix has EVERYTHING planned in his head

like, to a T

he’s been very stressed about asking you out, but he also doesn’t want to miss his chance

so he just thinks and thinks and thinks

he just wants it to be perfect for you

he decides to just hang out in the comfort of your home to do it

the two of you are just chilling (y’know. FRIEND THINGS.)

but he is completely in his own head

and you can tell

you get to be a little worried for him, so you just ask:

“hey- are you alright? you seem a little off tonight.”

he turns super pink and tries to play it off

but since you’re a stubborn piece of work, you pry a lil

and he cracks under pressure (I FEEL BAD OMG)

he finally just looks up and snaps:

“y/n- i’m really sorry. i wanted to to this well, and make it cute and romantic and have you fall in love with me in an instant. but you- god, you’re so nerve-wracking!”

you just sit there

completely flabbergasted

he bursts into awkward laughter, and between coughs he’s just like

“y/n, i was gonna ask you out. i’ve loved you for a while now.”

he continues: “but i guess i fucked up, didn’t i...”

you jump and interrupt him

and insist that he was being crazy- what was he doing letting his mind run free with that?

finally, to shut him up, you just lean over and place your lips over his.

seungmin:

is surprisingly confident

but also low-key has no idea what he’s doing

he decides to send you a text

he asks if you want to grab coffee, which you absolutely do

he doesn’t realize until later...

that he didn’t actually specify it was supposed to be a date.

oops.

but he kinda just goes with it, and the two of you maintain good conversation

finally he interrupts you mid-sentence and is like

“y/n, will you answer a question for me?”

you nod, and he continues:

“what is- uh- this- exactly? to you?”

* nodding down at your long empty coffee cups *

you don’t really understand the question (valid)

he kinda just sighs and starts laughing

“well. it was supposed to be a date. i’m just really bad at this.”

you just. cannot believe your ears

he just laughs harder and says

“so. can we try again?”

you start laughing too

and you know that even if it wasn’t the best first date,

you’d felt right at home. 

jeongin:

poor baby is SO NERVOUS 

he’s spent like,,,,

the last 6 days trying to plan how to finally do this 

but he decides to approach you and let it try to come up naturally

you two carry a conversation for a few minutes and then he asks

“so...do you- you know- like anyone?”

your face turns bright red

you can’t stop thinking

does he know oh my god am i that obvious i-

but you end up just looking away and being like

“i mean- i guess?”

he can’t decide how to respond

because on one hand- that person could be him

but on the other hand, it’s more likely that it’s not, and then it would be awkward as hell for him to ask you out

he kinda panics

then against his own will he just goes for it

“y/n-ah. i don’t really know how to say this- but will you let me take you out? i really like you...”

his ears are RED OH BOY

his voice kinda just trails off and you can tell he feels insecure

but when you tell him yes...

he was literally born for this

he gets so excited and doesn’t hide it at all

thank you so much for reading!! p.s. my asks are now open, feel free to send in your requests !

[its-deputy-caleb]

please tell me more about your joe and micah hc! that angsty fic made me cry!!

firstly anon i'm sorry for making you cry but i will happily go on a rant about this one random idea that i have while playing. (also this is terrible i'm sure no one will read this)

full disclaimer: i know these guys are villians and have done terrible things oml im not agreeing with any of it i'm merely just sharing a headcannon that i have.

————

Okay so I’ve had this idea for a while and its just grown from there so I know this is probably inaccurate af but I don’t care at this point (also pls keep in mind that I haven’t played much of red dead online and that I’m only going off research)

Its all kinda this idea of loyalty and I keep thinking about the ending of the game and how Joe has no real reason to stick around with Micah if he didn’t have a reason. So my little head cannon is purely that they have a friendship that’s not really explored there.

My thought process behind it is that Dutch, who was the leader of his gang ended up killing that girl during the robbery in Blackwater which was the start of some of the members questioning their whole role in the gang and I think this can be applied to Micah’s gang where Cleet leaves when they rob the family with the little girl. To me, it's clear Joe values loyalty above moral like the gang member's who overlooked Dutch's actions whereas Cleet is someone like Arthur who makes a choice because he doesn't agree with it.

Im my opinion Joe can clearly handle himself and seems to be observant enough that he could leave Micah’s gang if he wanted or if he felt that it was the right move and the game mentions that Joe has a greater loyalty to Micah than Cleet.

So this leads to my little thought that the two are just old friends because why would Joe stick with Micah to his literal death in 1907 if he didn’t have a reason. Like these guys are outlaws and some of the most morally backwards guys in the game who would stab each other in the back if it meant saving themselves so why didn’t Joe leave with Cleet? He could’ve joined another gang or run it alone again and so I think that Joe’s loyalty to Micah is different.

It also makes me think about the train robbery in chapter 6 where Joe stays behind with Micah while Cleet is sent out with Sadie and the others and I noticed how Joe is pretty much right behind Micah or hanging around right until the end so all of that kinda accumulated to this idea that I had that they’re friends. Even with Dutch, Micah looks to Joe for him to agree and sure it could mean nothing but I just have this feeling/vibe from the chapter that no matter what Micah said Joe would always be there to agree with him. So I can't help think that there's a friendship there:

Firstly Micah makes a comment in camp sitting around a table by Dutch’s tent at some point saying “I missed you boys” so I think that both Joe and Cleet know Micah for a while. And then I started thinking ‘hey what if they were like best friends from their childhood?’ or at least when they were younger.

Like think about it— Micah runs with his dad at 17 where he gets mentioned in that paper for a murder and then I’m thinking maybe when he’s in his early 20’s maybe even 19 he meets Joe who’s just as wild as him. Even if they split up and Micah runs with Norman and Joe is seen in the events of RDO then it would give context as to why Joe might stick with Micah for longer than Cleet. I also think this could contribute to Amos leaving bc if Micah's opinion (to rob and kill people) is backed constantly by Joe, then Amos would leave while Micah runs off to cause more trouble with him instead.

Secondly I started thinking about their characterisation and how I think that they 1) have a lot in common (obviously they’re outlaws and villains) and 2) Joe having the same outlook and low morals in life means that Micah doesn’t have to lie to him or manipulate him like he might have to with Dutch and the Van Der Linde’s.

I think Joe being this tough guy who doesn’t talk much is a personality Micah would get along with because he won’t go asking questions but Micah doesn’t have to convince him about anything. Like Micah could hypothetically say “hey lets go on a robbery” and all Joe has to do is nod whereas with someone from Dutch’s gang it’s like “I need to go on a robbery and do something morally wrong which most of you will dislike but I’ll tell you its so I can provide for the gang and do my fair share.”

Im not saying this is better or actually a good thing, I just think that the reason why Joe would even be a closer friend to Micah or even someone he trusts is because they come from a place of mutual understanding.

With the whole ‘childhood friends’ thing (which is purely just my own imagination here) that Micah is this reckless loud mouth who causes trouble everywhere and Joe, who’s this silent giant is completely opposite to him in that he’s quiet and just sorta follows Micah around wherever he goes because where else would he go? And I can’t help but feel like Joe just meets Micah accidentally one day and then with no where else to go or do in life, he ends up with this weird loyalty to Micah which only comes with knowing someone for a long time and its my explanation as to why Joe would stick around with Micah’s gang despite it being kinda obvious that it’s falling apart.

Then I started thinking about the ending and how Joe's death is avoidable if he left like Cleet did. Like the only time he's in the game he's either weirdly hanging around behind Micah (almost protectively) or he's out front shooting the guy who's only coming to threaten Micah. Joe doesn't help Cleet rob the train in chapter 6 but instead stays behind with Micah but when it's obvious his life is threatened he's one of the first to run into John.

So using this I started thinking with all Joe's scars and his rugged appearance, how many times he's jumped up to save Micah before and that was actually where I thought they must know each other well because why else would you throw away your life if it wasn't for someone you'd look out for?

Anyway this is kinda just one big rant about this little idea that came to mind when I was playing and I thought “wouldn’t it be cool if that big creepy guy looming in the corner was actually Micah’s childhood friend who grew up with him.”

Like I said this is total nonsense but I actually kinda like the thought and I’m happy with it

[advocaado]

Yuki Kaji plays FFXIII (4)

PART 3! There’s so much good stuff in this episode LORD TAKE ME

Episode Link

Previous part <——> Next part

The more Kaji plays, the better he gets at delivering Hope’s lines. You can really hear him fall back into the role. The episode starts with Lightning, Vanille, Sazh, and Hope all together again in the Vile Peaks. As Kaji battles monsters, he comments on Sazh’s showy battle movements. He and Tan-chan laugh about how Sazh hams up his fighting and they also remark on his “banana” colored guns. Sazh is an endless source of entertainment.

LMAO KAJI PLS Lightning: “Stick to your path without wavering.” Hope: “As long as you don’t waver, you can fight?” Lightning: “That’s how I’ve lived all this time.” Kaji (as Hope, very solemnly): “Light-san….” *pause* Kaji (again, solemnly): “Why do you only wear half a cape?” -DECEASED-

The quartet splits into duos again. Kaji and Tan-chan have a good laugh at Lightning when she praises Hope for holding his own in battle and then promptly makes the stankiest stank face right after.  

Her expression is obviously directed at something else, but Kaji finds this hilarious and makes a bunch of jokes about it. “Light-san, why are you making that face? Didn’t you just say I did a good job? You look scary.” He even goes on to provide some bonus narration from Hope as the scene changes. “Back then, I was so surprised. Light-san… made a very unexpected face.” *Tan-chan laughs*

Kaji and Tan-chan have more fun with all the unlucky hoplites (cryptos?) that get sent flying by Hope and his Juggernaut. They love the hoplites.

Kaji (running past all the PSICOM soldiers so he doesn’t have to fight and getting chased for only a few feet when they notice him): “These soldiers sure give up quickly for stumbling upon the very wanted fugitives they’re out here patrolling for.” LMAO TRUE

- During the Odin fight - Lightning stands around charging spells while Hope desperately fights off Odin Kaji (as Hope): “Why is it that I’m the one doing all the work in Light-san’s trial?”

- After the Odin fight -

Lightning: “I’m sorry for what I said before.” Hope smiles happily and runs after her. Tan-chan: “Hope’s happy.” Kaji: “He sure is.” Kaji (as Hope): “She was nice to me! Light-san showed affection for me!”

Lightning says it’s time to rest, much to Hope’s relief.

Kaji: “Suddenly, Lightning’s acting all nice.” Tan-chan: “Very nice.” (It’s hard to tell what Kaji says after this because the ending is muffled but it seems like he’s potentially saying one of three things): Either, “I’m in love”, “She’s come to like him now”, or “He’ll fall for her.”) *Tan-chan bursts out laughing*

- As Hope is sleeping -

Hope: “Mom…” Lightning (scoffs and smiles) “Just who are you calling mom?”

Kaji: “Hmm. Her expression is really different now. Compared to before, her air has totally changed. Kaji (softly): “Thank you, Light-san.”

Back to Sazh and Vanille

LOL Sazh and Vanille fight a bomb enemy which of course blows up right in Sazh’s face. Kaji’s all “Oh no Sazh! Are you okay?” They laugh and then comment that bombs exploding can’t be good for the chocobo living in his hair. (sweet)

More fun with hoplites as Sazh runs by one without fighting it.

Hoplite: “We meet again. Let’s hang out. Oh, are you leaving?” (sad hoplite aww)

This whole section is basically just voice fun with hoplites. Kaji enjoys personifying them as innocent yet flirty maidens, particularly when they stagger and their cores are exposed. “No! Don’t look there! I’m so embarrassed! Anywhere but there! Except you, Vanille. You can look.” (DEAD)

Back to Hope and Lightning

- After Hope volunteers to take point -

Hope and Lightning just had their “keep your eyes front”/”it’s not a matter of can or can’t” conversation. Lightning smiles fondly after Hope.

Kaji (to Tan-chan): “That was a very gentle smile we saw from Lightning. This conversation is a turning point, but I’d say it’s also an important point of transformation within the game that leaves an impression on the player. *sound of agreement from Tan-chan* (AWWWW)

Lightning (background dialogue): “I’ll follow, so go ahead and do whatever you feel is best.”

Kaji (amazed): “That’s some pretty incredible faith she’s putting in him.” *Tan-chan laughs* Kaji: “Good for you, Hope.”

Kaji (after a short pause): “Taking to heart Lightning’s words about it not being a question of can or can’t… Hope has sure grown a lot compared with the beginning of the game.” *more sounds of agreement from Tan-chan*

HOPE FINALLY HAS A POST-BATTLE LINE! Kaji is pleased.

- After giving the knife -

Kaji talks for a bit about how Lightning’s demeanor has really changed since just a bit ago. Suddenly she’s acting all kind and calm and patient. Tan-chan remarks on how she handed over the knife that’s so important to her.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HOPE’S BOOMERANG CONUNDRUM HAS BEEN SOLVED

Apparently, according to some official character summary/thing Kaji read, Hope uses a transfer device of some sort to poof his boomerang away when he’s not using it. Rejoice! We can at last write accurate fanfiction.

- Shortly after Hope tells Lightning about how he wants revenge on Snow for his mom -

Kaji points out that Lightning and Hope have been together for a long while now. He and Tan-chan make a joke about what if they never switch back to the other characters and the whole rest of the game is just Lightning and Hope adventuring together. Kaji, as Hope, narrates: “I never did meet Snow.” (rofl)

- After the cutscene about Lightning’s birthday/receiving the knife from Serah -

Kaji (as Hope): Ah! You gave me such an important item and I banged it on the ground! I’m sorry, Light-san!”

Kaji: “Man, everything since the beginning has been sad… and the flashbacks are sad… everything’s sad. Bring back Sazh!” Kaji: “I guess Sazh also has sad drama later on. There aren’t really any FF characters without sad drama, are there? Everyone’s sad!” (TRUE)

END EPISODE

Cripes! That was a beast of an episode! So much good stuff. I wish I could share more of the small moments because they’re so great, but you really need the context to properly enjoy them.

Next time: Palumpolum!

[dottores]

Hi Cat 👋! Woooah this latest chapter thoooooooo so much happened, I’m actually a little lost for words.🤧

The flashback was amazing, like I know you said your fave was the first one but like I genuinely think each flashback per chapter gets better than the last. Tho that could be because we get more context each time and also more interactions with the brothers which I’m fucking dying for. Speaking of you don’t know how many times I had to stop, put my phone down, and take a breather for this chapter lol, because of all the interactions we got.

The beginning flashback was such a good insight into how the brothers are so concerned for us, they only wanna protect us, tho they doing it in a dumb way. But has me wondering if they want to protect us because they care so much (which I highly assume is that) however I bet they’re just telling themselves they need to protect us because they owe us for helping them out so much. All these flashbacks showing the early stages of our relationship with the brothers just makes me so excited to finally get to see when their feelings for us come across as genuine and they understand their own feelings for us, like when it finally smacks them in the face lol.

Damn so much is going on and becoming overwhelming I feel so stressed irl for us. We’re stuck working with ppl we don’t want to, we have to distance ourselves from our fave boys, we have a whole ass ghost after us; I don’t even know how we going to get ourselves out of all this shit. When we got caught by Ran and Rindou I just wanted to cry to them and ask for help and to take us away. So glad that they instantly recognized that we were lying, and hope they stick with it too. Asdfjkl I can’t even with all the wordless conversations we had with the brothers I fucking love it, this is peak connection between characters and we love to see it. The chase scene had me hyperventilating it was so good, kinda gave me omegaverse predator and prey vibes and I eat that shit up.

I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that Hanma knows about us and the brothers, good because he doesn’t seem to want to tell on us yet, bad because he could use it as blackmail. Which if he has plans to blackmail us makes me think he’s also just here with this group with his own ulterior motives like Senju seems to have, wonder what game he’s playing cuz we all know he just wants to be chaotic for funsies. Also, YEESSSSS pls keep the jealousy over us being near Hanma and South going I love this shit so much hehehe😈 . Also, hella curious why Hanma wants to hang all over us all the time, can’t tell if he’s doing it as a way to intimidate us or make us uncomfortable to put himself in an “elevated” position over us psychologically. Or maybe he just thinks we’re hella cute and this is his odd way of flirting, both work tho I like both lol.

The explosion omg, Senju was in the basement so I wonder if she was a part of setting it off or not, I really hope she’s ok I want her as an ally😟 . Also where is our baby Ran? While I don’t believe he’s dead he could be seriously injured and I don’t want that for our boy, please I beg🥺 . I’m assuming Hanma is the one who threw himself on us since he was just beside us but still unspecified, maybe South? Hopefully, he made it back in time to help us or at least I hope so.

HHHHNNNNNNNGGGGG you’re so good at writing and dialog and expressing emotions I can’t say it enough! I love LDA so much you have no idea I’m just going to be over here crying over it till the next chapter to find out if everyone is ok. 😰😭

SOBS I HOPE YOU KNOW YOUR REVIEWS LITERALLY MAKE MY DAY 40000000x BETTER

i love writing all of the flashbacks 😭 i really like the last one tbh but i am having so much fun with the one for chapter seven omg i’m so excited for y’all to read it cuz i think it might be up there with the first one in terms of my favorite — and you KNOW ran is only telling himself that they owe us sobs but 👀👀 he’s gonna realize soon that it might be more than that hehe ;) no spoilers tho

SOBS YES man we’re so stressed n it only gets worse from here 😭😭😭 i was so so so so tempted to make us open up to them in that scene pls I WAS GENUINELY UPSET CUZ I KNEW THEY DESERVED ANSWERS but alas it had to be this way for the story to progress SOBS and DUDE rindou was so violently jealous over south it’s not even funny like he could barely restrain myself LMAO

my favorite scene for this chapter was definitely the little cat and mouse game/chase that went on between the three of them LMAO i was cackling as i wrote it it was so much fun to write

hanma hanma hanma i’m not gonna get into too much depth with him butttttttt he definitely has a big role and he has his own agenda hehe

hehe no hints about the explosion cuz spoilers BUT yes it was hanma that threw himself on us

SOBS SOBS SOBS ILYSM IM GIVING U SO MANY HUGS N KISSES

[datleggy]

I need both of your “surprise Buck was/is pregnant with Eddie’s baby and they find out because Chris finds him” anons to finish their drabbles. I need the Buddie confrontation scene with all the angst and betrayal from both sides. (Meanwhile Chris happily keeps his baby brother occupied and whispers about how he’s gonna parent trap their dads.) Please and thank you.

he anon sent more and here it is! it's wonderful, pls read!! <3

ANON: As the anon who your last ask was talking about might I just say I am sobbiiiinnnnnggggggg 😭😭😭 that was so good omg but ALSO now I have an addition to my earlier blurb 👀👀👀

Eddie is frantic, from the moment Buck called to now. Let's rewind a bit though, for context.

After running into Buck in Austin, they did meet up, without Chris, to talk. Buck had Eddie meet him at his new fire house, which. Hurt? It hurt, in a weird way that Eddie couldn't quite place at first, but he realizes now what he was feeling; jealousy that Buck has moved on and seems so comfortable here, longing for Buck to return to them, to the 118 (if he's being honest though, it's him he wants Buck to return to more than anything, but that's hardly fair after everything), regret that he treated Buck so poorly that the other man not only felt he couldn't tell him about the baby, but that he felt he had to move states.

Eddie met him there regardless, though, because ultimately it was Buck's choice. Eddie was grateful Buck chose to talk to him at all, so he wasn't going to argue over the chosen venue.

They met up, and they talked, and Buck confirmed that the baby he was carrying was Eddie's. He was in shock at the confession, upset for the first few moments, even. And it showed on his face, because the next thing Eddie knew, Buck was backing away from him, arms crossed over his stomach and tears running down his face, begging Eddie not to try and take his baby from him.

"I know I shouldn't have ke-kept this from y-you, but Eddie pl-please! He's all I h-ha-have left, I won't make it if you t-take h-him!" Eddie was shocked, and horrified at Buck's words. It took him a few minutes to calm him down, and weeks of slowly increased communication between the two of them (and Christopher, of course) before Eddie was able to convince Buck that he wasn't planning on trying to gain custody of the baby. He had explained that, yes, he wanted to be in their son's life, wanted Chris to be in his brother's life, but he wouldn't do anything to hurt Buck anymore then he already has.

It took almost the remainder of the pregnancy, but they were finally close to where they had been before everything went to shit. Not that they were lovers again, Eddie doesn't think either of them are ready for that, and Buck agrees, but they were on the fast track to becoming best friends again.

So of course he's the first person Buck calls when he goes into labor.

"I'm sorry, you're what?"

"In labor," Buck says sheepishly over the phone. "Or at least, I think I am? I mean, I'm three days overdue so I doubt these are practice contractions, but I guess there's always the possibility, and oh my god if I called you at 3 in the morning because of practice contractions, Eddie, I am so sorry oh god--" he can hear Buck working himself into a panic attack, so he cuts in.

"Hey hey, none of that. Even if these are Braxton Hicks or whatever they're called, I'm glad you called me. We agreed we would be in this together, right?" There's a pause on the other line before Buck speaks.

"Yeah. Together."

Eddie smiles at the soft tone of Buck's voice, and he can picture him perfectly in his mind's eye as though he were there in front of Eddie. Sitting at the end of his bed, both hands framing his belly (which has gotten big since the first time they ran into each other three months ago, the doctors estimating that the baby is somewhere between 8 and 9 pounds, which Buck was Not Pleased to hear, and blames Eddie for, especially when he found out that Chris was nearly 8 pounds when he had been born), and tears in his eyes despite the smile on his face at the prospect of meeting their baby soon.

Eddie takes a deep breath to steady his own racing heart and asks "So, what do you want to do?"

"Huh?"

Eddie can't help the breathless laugh that leaves him, every passing moment feeling more and more surreal as he realizes that /this is happening/. He's going to be a father for a second time, he and Buck are having a baby together and they're going to meet him soon.

"Do you want me with you, Buck? Because I can leave now, fly down there and be with you when he's born. Or we can stay on the phone, or you can FaceTime me. Whatever you wanna do, babe." The endearment leaves his mouth before he can stop it, but he doesn't try to back track.

"I--" Buck cuts himself off with a cry, more surprised then in pain, but Eddie still hates the sound. He starts to wonder, if Buck wants him there, will Eddie even be able to face seeing him in that amount of pain? He'll do it, of course he will, he would do anything for Buck and their boys, but god it might just break him. This isn't about Eddie, though.

"Breathe, baby. Deep breaths, just like in those classes TK took you to." Everytime he and Buck talk, the other man has stories either related to the baby, or related to his new family. Sometimes even both, like when he told Eddie about the Lamaze classes Buck's friend TK took him to, highly recommended from when TK went himself with his boyfriend Carlos leading up to their son being born. Eddie couldn't help but feel that ugly, burning jealousy, but he tried to sound as happy as possible over the phone. Buck wouldn't appreciate the jealousy, since Eddie lost out on what they could have been thanks to his own anger and mistreatment of Buck.

A few moments pass before Buck comes back on. "That hurt," he says with a small, pained laugh. Eddie can't tell if he wants to cry, punch something, or both, but he tamps those feelings down.

"I know, I know. But you've got this, Buck. You're gonna kick labor's ass, right?"

"Right," Buck responds weakly.

"Damn right, right. You're so strong, Buck. There isn't anything you can't do, and nothing you won't do for your kids. You've got this." He hears Buck take a deep breath, steeling himself.

"Yeah... yeah! I've got this. I've got this!" That golden retriever enthusiasm is back in full force, and Eddie grins.

Buck announces that he's going to start packing some stuff and getting his things together, so Eddie will be in speaker phone. For the next few minutes, Eddie listens to Buck ramble off random facts about babies and labor between verbalizing his hospital bag checklist. He hums in the appropriate places to show he's listening, asks clarifying questions so Buck knows Eddie isn't bored or just humoring him. Before too long, Eddie can tell that Buck has picked the phone back up, removing it from speaker phone.

"Hey, Eds?" His voice is quieter, more subdued then it has been for most of their time in the phone.

"Yeah, Buck?" His own voice is soft, curious but undemanding.

"I-- you said, earlier, that you would-would come down, if that's what I wanted? Like, to be here when the baby is born." Eddie feels his heart start to race in his chest, not sure if he's eager to hear Buck's decision or dreading it.

"I did," he confirms anyway, wanting Buck's comfort more than anything else.

"... Is that offer still on the table? You coming down here, I mean." Eddie can feel his breath catch in his chest, and he realizes that, yeah, he was eager to know what Buck wanted him to do. He feels like jumping into the air and cheering, knowing Buck wants him by his side as he delivers their baby boy into the world.

"I can leave in ten minutes, and be with you in four, five hours at the most." His response is almost immediate, and Buck laughs on the other end of the line. "Is that what you want, Buck? Me to be there, with you?" Eddie hears a sniffle and he knows Buck is in the verge of crying.

"I-- is that alright? I don't-- I can't do this alone, Eddie. I know I have everyone from the 126 here, and all of them would sit with me through this in a heartbeat, but... I need it to be you that's here with me. I want you to be here when our son is born, want you to cut the cord, be one of the first to hold him, all of it. I... I need /you/." And how could Eddie ever say no to that?

"Give me a few minutes to pack a bag and make some calls, okay? I'll call you right back, and before you know it, I'll be right beside you, holding your hand and letting you break as many fingers as you want." Buck gives a wet chuckle and agrees, but both men have a hard time saying goodbye, even if it will only be for a few minutes.

"I'll see you soon, Buck, okay? I swear."

"Yeah, I know you will, I know. I'm just nervous, is all. Having you here, even just over the phone, it helps. So much, Eddie." He knows what he means. Hearing Buck's cheerful voice after a long day never fails to make Eddie feel better, make him feel that no matter what, everything will be alright. He can only imagine how much better things will feel for the both of them once they can actually see each other, touch each other.

"I know exactly what you mean. I'll be there soon, okay? I'll call you back in a second and you can tell me more statistics about babies born in cars, or whatever." Buck snorts a laugh and Eddie smiles at the sound.

"I swear to God if you jinx this and I end up giving birth on the highway, I will kill you." They laugh together, but Eddie knows now that he has to get things in order if he wants to be with Buck ASAP. Neither man wants to say goodbye.

"I'll be with you soon, Evan."

"Yeah, okay. Eddie, I-I..." Eddie waits patiently for whatever Buck was going to say. His heart hammers in his chest.

"... Be safe, Eddie." He can't help the bitter feeling of disappointment that floods through him, but he returns the sentiment, regardless.

They hang up, and for a moment, Eddie simply sits on his bed, head in his hands. All he wanted to do as they said their goodbyes was to tell Buck that he loved him. He doesn't feel like he's earned the right to say that to him yet, though. He has to earn it.

With that in mind, he starts packing a bag, calling Hen to see if she and Karen would be able to babysit Chris while Eddie is in Texas.

Dhdhjajsiejsj so sorry about that again, hope you enjoy (and thanks again to that person who sent that other ask, bc that was an amazing blurb they sent 😌) 😭😭😭

[tsukkeisimp]

THE SAUROPOSEIDON AND THE LITTLE TINY PRINCESS

Pairing: Tsukishima X Reader

Genre: best friends to lovers, fluff

TW: cursing

A/N: this is part of my tsukki smau ‘i think i kinda, you know’, but you can definetely read it without the context of the smau if you want to! i’m so soft, i loved writing this so much. pls lemme know what you think, ily if you’re reading!

It was 2.16 am. MC slowly opened Tsukishima’s bedroom door, careful not to make any sound. The room was dark, the only source of light being the glow-in-the-dark stars that he had stuck on the ceiling when he was 8. MC had bought them for him as a birthday present.

The dim light coming from the stars brought her back to the times when she would spend the night there as a child, sharing the bed with Tsukki. They would stare at them for hours before falling asleep, making up stories about what was going on up there. Tsukki’s stories obviously always being about dinosaurs and MC’s stories were always in one way or another inspired by ‘The Little Prince’, her favorite book to this day.

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‘… and then the little tiny princess managed to get back to her home, it was that one star!’ MC finished her story, pointing at the biggest star on the ceiling.

‘But MC, we had already agreed that the sauroposeidon was living on that one star! He needs to be on the biggest star, because he’s the tallest dinosaur ever.’ Tsukki complained, reminding her of the story he had just finished creating.

‘Can’t the princess and the dinosaur share the star? Can’t they live together? I bet they could do that, because even though he’s so tall and big, she’s little and tiny!’ MC giggled excitedly at the idea of a princess and a dinosaur living together. She thought it was the best idea ever.

‘Mmmh… I don’t know about that…’ Kei was not convinced yet.

‘They’re like me and you! We can share the bed because even though you’re so tall and big, I’m little and tiny! And so we fit together! And we’re comfy! I bet they would become best friends! Just like me and you!’ Her eyes sparkled as she explained, she was bursting with excitement. She looked over at her best friend, waiting for his approval.

‘… I guess. I guess you’re right. They can be on the star together.’ he nodded, finally persuaded. He could have never said no to the sparkle in the little girl’s eyes. It was his favorite thing in the world, after dinosaurs of course: his best friend smiling, giggling and her eyes lighting up. He wanted her to have that expression all the time. And he wanted to be right next to her all the time to witness it.

‘Yay! Let’s finish the story then.’ she  squealed and then tried to put on a serious expression to start narrating.

‘And so the sauropoidon –‘

‘It’s the sauroposeidon.’ he reminded her, annoyed she would forget such an important fact. It was his favorite dinosaur.

‘I’m sorry, you’re right. ‘ she rolled her eyes at the correction and then continued.

‘So the sauroposeidon and the little tiny princess lived happily ever after on their star, together. Because they fitted perfectly, and they were very very comfy together. And even though they would travel around to other stars a lot, they would always go back there. To their star. The end.’

‘And! They stayed bestest friends forever.’ he added.

‘Yes, they stayed bestest friends forever!’

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MC was standing at the door, her eyes glued to the ceiling, looking for their star. It didn’t take too long to find it, since there were two dots drawn on it. The morning after they made up that story, MC got on Kei’s shoulders with a marker and she drew one big dot and one small dot on the star. One representing the little tiny princess and one representing the sauroposeidon. This new story became their favorite one, the one they would tell over and over again everytime they were laying together in that bed.

‘Come here dummy, what are you standing there for?’ a sleepy raspy voice whispered, pulling MC out of the past and back into the present. They weren’t 8 years old bestest friends anymore. They were high schoolers. And they hadn’t shared a bed in so long. Last time that happened, they were probably 10 or 11. Once they started middle school and the other kids started to point out how close they were and how ‘they looked like boyfriend and girlfriend’, they both started to avoid physical touch at all costs. Truthfully, those kids weren’t the only reason they stopped hugging and cuddling. It was an attempt to run away from the butterflies they were both feeling in their tummies each time they got a little too close.

‘Hey.’ MC whispered back, walking up to the bed and stopping in front of it.

Tsukki groaned and rolled over to the side, making space for her to lay down next to him.

MC was just standing there, staring at the small place next to Kei she would have to fit into. They had both grown up a lot since they were 8. Tsukki was now basically a giant, taller than almost everyone they knew. A true sauroposeidon. He was still taking up most of the bed, despite his attempt to make space for MC. Seeing that, she got worried. She feared they wouldn’t fit. No, she knew they wouldn’t fit. It was obvious. And they wouldn’t be comfy like the sauroposeidon and the tiny princess on their star.

Kei was waiting for her to lay next to him, he wondered why she was taking so long. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. Why wasn’t she going back to their star?

‘Are you just gonna stand there or…?’ he asked, annoyed. He just wanted to sleep already.

‘… Do we even fit anymore?’

As soon as she asked that, Kei knew exactly she was referring to the sauroposeidon and little princess story.

‘Of course we fit, you idiot.’ he said confidently, but as he looked down to the space that was left on the bed for her he was filled with an unpleasing sense of uncertainty.

It wasn’t just about physically fitting on the bed. It wasn’t just about the sauroposeidon and princess fitting on the star. It was mostly about them fitting in each other’s life. It had been worrying the both of them for a while, but they never talked about it. Since the beginning of high school they both had started a new life, away from each other. They went to different schools. They hanged out with different friends. Their schedules were different. They were traveling away from their star. And it was fun. But also scary. What if one of them got lost and couldn’t find their way back? What if one of them would find a star they liked more than theirs? What if one of them was never gonna come back?

‘Just lay here.’ Kei grabbed her by the arm and dragged her down, forcing her to lay next to him.

They bed had obviously gotten too small for the both of them. They shifted around awkwardly, trying to make themselves more comfortable and fit nicely. The fact they were desperately trying not to touch each other too much while doing so, obviously didn’t help. No matter how hard they tried they kept thinking: we will never be as comfy as they are.

‘Well… not as comfy as I remembered but… we somehow fit.’ MC tried to convince herself, but her disappointed face said it all. She was somehow still hoping they would fit effortlessly, just like when they were little kids making up stories about the stars.  

‘… Anyway my parents already mentioned they wanted to get me a new bed soon. Because you know, I barely fit on my own. When I get the new one we’re gonna fit perfectly again.’ Tsukki tried to comfort her, not even realising what he was implying by saying that. They were gonna go back to their star.

‘R-really? That’s good.’ MC’s heart started beating really fast as the image of her and Kei being as comfy as they were when they were 8 got clearer into her mind. She wanted that so bad. She wanted to be close to him again.

They stared at the ceiling together, both of their eyes naturally going to the star with the two dots on it. It was like the sauroposeidon and the tiny princess were staring back at them.  

‘I’m so jealous of them. They’re probably all comfy and cuddly right now.’ MC yawned as she pointed to the star, as if Kei wasn’t already looking right at it.

‘Lucky bastards.’ he commented, yawning as a reaction to MC’s yawn.

‘Kei!’ she punched his arm playfully and laughed quietly. ‘Don’t call them bastards.’

He rolled his eyes. ‘Whatever, they are.’

They layed there in silence for a while, just listening to each other breathe and getting more and more comfortable with each passing minute. They both fell asleep while looking at their star, remembering the times they would be all comfy and cuddly on it. And secretly praying they were gonna get comfy and cuddly again soon.

Once they were asleep their bodies adjusted automatically. They started moving around in their sleep and just like magic, after a few minutes, they were fitting perfectly on the bed. MC’s head resting on Tsukki’s chest and his arms wrapped around her. His face resting on her head. Maybe Tsukki wouldn’t have had to ask his parents for a new bed afterall. Because right now they were oh so perfectly comfy and cuddly on their star.  

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[thetaoofbetty]

U know I don't really hate barchie if they give us reasons for them to be together but what I really hate is barchies .they are the most ones in taking things out of context and then complain about it when someone do this in their mind only .... but what triggered me the most that they now are pretending to be fans of Betty and lili when they really never liked her .only recognize her when she is with Archie and always talking about how she is lucky to have his hotness lol . And I am sure the minute bughead will return they will trash her again claiming to be the reason for it . And sadly some bugheads do the same with her after lili's break up .sorry for my English

Hello beautiful! 

I am very tired today so pls excuse me if this doesn’t make sense. Also, never apologize for your English, it’s fine! English is hard enough for native speakers to keep track of, I can’t imagine what it’s like for others.💜

I am fairly indifferent to b/archie. I think most of us knew they were going to do it badly at some point so I’m meh about it. I also think if they were always going to, they should have done it earlier (early to mid s2 was a good opportunity tbh) and if they had to wait, they really did have a chance to build it up and make it part of the narrative instead of a plot twist for shock in s4. 

Shock plots, when they stir negative emotions, almost always have negative repercussions for the shows that utilize them (the walking dead comes to mind, they really managed to lose an insane amount of viewers over the course of one episode a few years ago). 

And yes, b/archies like to take everything out of context. I’ve noticed that. Or they put too much emphasis on stuff that they had to go frame by frame to see. Sometimes, hard as it is to believe, things just are what they are. Maybe it’s a byproduct of always being baited only to be let down. Which, for them, why are they still hanging gospel on the words of people they know lie to them? If they get b/archie and it ends badly, what then? Will they not ship it? Will they harass the writers? The actors? This is the environment that RAS and Ted have created for themselves so my sympathy will be in short supply for them. 

And the shippers themselves have absolutely harassed me and others. They may not like to call it that but it is harassment. I can’t keep my anon on because of the way b/archie shippers treat me. I hope when they read this they see that for what it is. It’s not j/eronica or j/archie or b/eronica shippers. It’s them. 

Also, yes. They don’t particularly seem to care about Betty or even like Lili. Which I don’t get because I’m a big fan of liking both parts of whatever ship I’m into. This thing where we have, generally very young or very dedicated, fans shipping something because of a “hot” guy is one of those things I don’t get. They want viewers, the female characters, and the actresses who play them to all carry water for some guy. 

Because they’re projecting or living in a fantasy or whatever (i don’t judge, not my place) they often end up showing the very worst of themselves online to people over a person who doesn’t even know they exist. Or they harass very real people over a fictional character. I’m not saying people shouldn’t enjoy celebs or be fans, etc, but I would like some of these people to ask themselves why they think they know an actor better than his co-worker and friend and why they really dislike her because of it. 

Sounds like jealousy to me but whatever, that’s just my personal opinion. 

And yeah. I’ve seen the Lili hate. I’ve seen the speculation and the judgment of how she’s living her life, like her relationship was somehow beholden to total strangers on the internet. I’ve seen her get attacked and blamed for things she has nothing to do with. 

As an aside, in general, grown men don’t need coddling. I wish people would stop looking for women to blame because they don’t know what to do with disappointment. We’re not actually society’s punching bags and the expectation that we should be is something I’m never going to be good with. 

The way people treat others is, to me, the clearest picture of who they are as a person. I really don’t think we need more to know who the b/archies (the ones who harass strangers) or the people who love to hate Lili are; they’ve already shown us. 

Thanks for the ask, lovely!💜

[jesstinsource]

Trigger Warning: I talk about rape and season 4. Please delete this and don’t read it if that will hurt you or affect you negatively. 🥺😥 I’m just so upset at the writing, like why have Jess tell Justin “your shit is my shit” and that she’d go into that dark place with him and then when he gets back from rehab, taking beautiful steps to improve himself and get better (and eventually be back with her again!), she plays such cruel mind games on him with Diego and tells him that ofc everything has to be all about him. Like what?? I do not recognize Jess in season 4. She was his biggest support and then, all of a sudden, she’s emotionally tearing him down and trying to hurt him and make him jealous. They’re both SA survivors; I wanted them to begin to heal in season 4 and yeah, maybe take a break romantically, but come back stronger; boost each other up, mutually supportive besties, always. I’m just really sad. And how fucking messed up is that Justin **** thinking he may have given Jess HIV? Why did Jess wait to get tested? And why did no one tell Justin it wasn’t his fault, 😥 , that storyline was so upsetting and really triggers me bc I always believed my rapes were my fault too and it’s like they’re saying bc it’s in the context of sex for pay, the assaults are shameful and nasty and all his fault. I’m sorry for this, I’m just depressed again and you’re the only person I know that might understand.

gawd im so sorry!!!! that season was a giant face-punch for everybody who has ever struggled with depression, with sexual assault recovery or addiction.

I feel like the sensationalisation and romanticisation of trauma (esp in that stupid show) is so gross!!! like oh no, lets just pile on trauma in the name of drama and never acknowledge the lasting effects of it. it almost feels as though 13rw is a show for the mentally healthy to look at our lives and be entertained, to cry and feel for us, like we're animals in a zoo for their entertainment.

but jesstin was 100% supposed to heal, they were supposed to be that couple that's broken up but everybody thinks they're still secretly together because they're just hanging out all the time. Where was the scene of jess letting justin into HO? or showing the affects of bryce on jess's grades instead of just one (1) scene?

Imagine the final shots of the show where we actually get to see justin in a scene that shows his development??? i mean i hate his de*th but even if we just got to see him talk to hannah in clay's vision and BOOM hannah and justin are actually friends, or he apologises to her and she's like 'i never blamed you for what happened to jess, i'm sorry i didn't get to tell you, i'm sorry i sent out that tape' like??? they could have done so much. they needed katherine for ONE scene and like???

i was reading some character opinions on insta bc i like to torture myself as we all know 🙄 and people HATE jess???? she talks about her assault too much?!?!? this is what happens when a show has 12 male characters in all 4 seasons and ONE female character!!!! how does a show about sexual assault and a girl's suicide fuck up that badly??? and they used s3 to make her look bad (which i loved her in s3 idk what crack the fucktards were smoking) and then s4 they make her worse??? i call misogyny!!!! this writing is fucking awful and alisha boe my love u deserve better and brandon..... is brandon..... he's ok i guess

always here !!!! whenever y’all need to rant or complain. u feeling down? vent. it’s all good. u can just type ‘pls don’t post’ if its too personal or send me a private ask <3 or message me any time!!! 

[jungshookz]

hi i'd like a list of all the ceemen subunits and which one i can get into pls and ty

YES 

all u have to do is read through the list and figure out which one you are most like and baM ur in 

ceemen:

as long as you’re here you’re a ceemen so i don’t have much to say :D

“wait why are we called ceemen lol it sounds like something else” 

you are the backbone of this blog

“ceemen sounds like semen did you do that on purpose haha” 

without u guys i am nothing 

you either absolutely hate that i named you ceemen or you’re obsessed with it 

super chill but also very crackheady at times which i love 

brocees:

u either radiate u up? ;) energy or i’m just here for a good time! energy 

you came here by accident aka u found me because your friend/sibling left my blog open on their laptop and then u decided to give me a shot 

“i’m straight but i like reading ur stories but also let me remind u again that i am straight also did i mention i like girls because i am straight” 

aggressively fist-bumps 

for some reason u only love balletteacher!jimin or ramenboy!taehyung so u have pretty good taste i guess 

ceesters:

very wholesome and caring and sweet

“have you eaten yet?”

the older sister i’ve always wanted 

“here’s your reminder to drink some water and stay hydrated!!” 

can never do anything wrong

“take your time with writing!! we’ll be here waiting patiently!!”

u could run someone over and i would still be like <3 

you give me the cutest nicknames!!! ceebeeboo??? miss cee??? ceelion?? LOVE

creepy crawlcees: 

your main purpose in life is to scare the SOCKS off me for some reason 

what did i ever do to YOU????

“look behind you” 

W̷̧͓̩͔̻͍͖̻̠̤̟̭͕̉̄ͅe̵̖̭͗̐̃̽̄̀̑̾͛́̿̓ ̶̨͉̯͕̗̣̮̀̑͒̽̀͂̐̓͌͠À̵͎͎̲̃̀̀̌ŗ̶̢͕̭̼͍̭̪̝̳͎͔̍͛͊͒̍̋͊̉̾̀è̶̡̪͙͈͕̲̺͕̖́̈̈́̄̾͊͂̄̓̽͋̂̃̆ ̵̼̤̥̣͈̝͚̰̞̯̰̝̻̟̏̂̔̏́̐͊͠H̸̢̗͔͇̭̙̩̟̐̆e̶̛̖͎̪̖̪̞͎͔̼̯̦̜͎̓̈́̕ȑ̷͇̬͈͚͚̼̬͉̭̖̪̏̇̾̈e̷̢̜̖͑̍͝ͅ

very strange messages with no context whatsoever but still very entertaining

“they’re in the TREES”

if vine and tiktok had a baby it would be you 

chicken wing chicken wing hot dog and bologna chicken and macaroni chillin with my homies

ceebies:

silent readers!!!!!!

i see u all the time in my activity reblogging and liking posts and i always appreciate it 

big BIG i’m babie energy 

“i’ve never sent u anything before + i’m coming off anon for the first time and i’m nervous + u don’t have to respond if u don’t want to” 

u also play a very big part in keeping this blog running 

generation ceez:

you’ve been here from the very beginning!!

u understand my pain every time someone brings up an old jungkook fic and you tell me it’s not that bad when in reality we both know they were hot flaming garbage 

“cee i remember back when you-” 

there is a special place in my heart reserved just for you because we’ve been hanging out with each other for so long 

:-)

[aropippin]

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feeling weird about my relationship rn and need to vent. i’m going to talk to a friend about ti later. pls like if you read, it would make me more comfortable

so josh and i are long distance for the summer while he works at camp, we were last summer too. he’s been gone since mid-june and he saved up off-time so i could come down for a couple of days. we got an airbnb and hung out tuesday morning, wednesday, then he had to head out early thursday morning.

tuesday was fine and most of wednesday was too. wednesday night we were just hanging out and drinking and watching movies. i don’t really know how to tldr this but josh is one of those people who is on his phone a ton which sometimes bothers me but it’s something he’s sensitive about because he got constantly yelled at about it as a child and it’s holds trauma for him, so i try not to bring it up. well, for a while he had it plugged in and we were just really getting into talking which made me really happy. he has another month at camp before he moves back to cincinnati (but there’s also a chance he’s going to move home for the fall semester, so we’d be long distance for even longer). but then when he got his phone back he was just on it and not talking to me and i got really upset about it because of how limited our time together was. i tried to handle it and ended up crying in the bathroom and came back and tried to let it go but got upset. 

this all totally freaked him out which like, i understand because it kinda came out of nowhere. but then he got really upset about that and it turned into a lot of stuff about his mental health and worldview which i won’t get into here. it was heavy but we talked through it and were pretty okay, but still very emotional.

like before the whole trip i had told him one night i was getting emo about the beginning of our relationship and reading some of the things i wrote about him and we were like “lol let’s get drunk and read it,” so i was like you wanna do that and he said yes. so i got it out and was letting him skim through it.

(so, i was pretty sure i had never let him read it before. i remember one time reading passages to him and talking about it, but that was it. he remembers us talking about it several times. i assume i’m just forgetting but idk, i believe him i just don’t remember.)

and sometime in i was like “lol don’t just read it aloud that makes me anxious, i’m letting you know all my Thoughts” and he was like “why i’ve read it before.” i was confused and was like when? and apparently sometime last spring (2019) i had let him stay my house when i had to go out and he was like “lol can i snoop?” and apparently i was like “yeah just not my closet.” i also don’t remember this but that feels like what i’d do. my memory also sucks. so i guess he found and read several old journals then and just never told me, the latter is i think what hurt worse. because like, i’d brought it up since then and it felt like his was being dishonest by purposely not mentioning that he already knew what they said.

so i felt weird about that and then somehow that turned into something else and he started talking about how around then was when he realized i was easy to manipulate and i didn’t know what to do so i was just like “haha i know right???” and just moved on. we went to bed pretty soon after that and i just kept thinking about it and it made me feel like absolute shit. like we were talking about our relationship when he said it, so i was like so did you try to manipulate me? was our relationship built on lies? and it really freaked me out.

the next morning he had to get up at 5:00 and run out the door to be back at camp so we didn’t get to talk or anything i had to make the 4 hour drive back. i felt really weird and gross and didn’t know what to do. when i got back we texted some and i was like “pls call me when you have the chance” and he asked if i was going to break up with him and i was like no. (also the night before after he talked through his mental health stuff he had been like, i’d understand if you wanted to break up with me and i was like i don’t and i appreciate you talking to me about this, which was true).

so we talked about all of this on the phone and worked it out pretty well. like, we agreed that we both needed to be more open to a dialogue about the phones thing and he understood why i was upset about the journal thing (and apologized). we talked about the manipulating thing and how gross it made me feel and he explained that he wasn’t talking about our relationship, he was just talking about how sometimes i’m gullible and people are able to use me and how he didn’t know how to like bring that to my attention. and like, that’s something he’s bad about doing. i’m not good at picking up cues so sometimes out of context he’ll just kind of drop something he’s been trying to hint to me and it like never works. we talked about him trying to be more cognizant of how what he says comes off to me (especially when we’re both upset) and just like being more upfront about things when they’re happening/

like we talked through everything which helps but i still feel weird. it’s hard because sometimes he just shuts down when we talk about things that he does that aren’t great; i’m not going to get into his baggage but he has had an unhealthy/borderline abusive relationship with a parent that’s made him feel like when things are his fault he just needs to cower and apologize until they forgive him because there’s no use talking it through. like, i think we both want to do better moving forward but i just feel really numb right now. 

and this numbness and weirdness is like 100x worse because i can’t see him. it’s so much easier to make up in person and i’ve been making it through the summer by like being overly romantic about him in my head to try and balance him being gone (esp because we quarantined together and functionally lived together this whole last year, so we were coming off spending a lot of time together). but i just feel so numb about him rn. and that scares me too because in my last relationship (which was like, not great and pretty short, to be fair) it got weird while he was away and i just totally lost all my feelings for him. 

i’m terrified that that’ll happen again. josh and i have been together for almost two years and i am so invested in him and our relationship. we joke about getting married but like, i know it wouldn’t happen soon but that feels like the path we’re on. i want to spend my life with him, i’m just scared that something is off and i won’t be able to right it.

[peachyteabuck]

7, 9, 15, and 24 for the obscure asks pls. 😊😊💕💕

7.  what song is your aesthetic?

what went down by foals (at least i hope so lmao)

9.  do you believe in auras?

10000%. im one of those bitches who’s like, i have just met you and i do not like you and no i will not elaborate. i’m that bitch who’s like “something is off with that person, don’t hang out with them.” and i’ve NEVER been wrong. people have something external about them, and i’m very good at reading it

15. do you prefer space or the ocean?

NEITHER. the only context i’ve ever really thought about either is in relation to international law and/or critical theory, AND IN BOTH CASES THEY’RE SUPER FUCKED UP. it’s a lot. i hate both. 

24. what is your favorite thing to learn about?

if the last answer is anything to go by, queer theory. i haven’t read a single paper or book in months which is. sad? for me? quarantine really affected me lmao. 

ANYWHOMST - i really enjoy theories of gender and its intersection with visibility, in all definitions of the word. i spend...a lot of time thinking about gender and comms studies and i think it shows lmao.

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