#random person: “why does your god go to highschool?”

[illeaadante]

DP Cult AU

Tour guide for people who randomly showed up in Amity Park: "And, if you look over there, you'll see the home of the mortal form of our God!"

Tour group: [weirded out silence]

Tour Guide: "Oh look! Here his is now!" [picks up Danny like Simba] "Here's our local God!"

Tour group: [looking around for hidden cameras]

Danny: [to the tour guide] You still aren't allowed in my house.

Tour Guide: I know, Lord Phantom.

Danny: Stop calling me that.

Tour Guide: I wouldn't dare, Lord Phantom.

Danny:... at least put me down.

Tour Guide: Right away, Lord Phantom. [puts Danny down and continues the tour like nothing happened]

[hwonnrinji]

hiii sooo can i req yoonchae x f!reader where katseye goes on their asia tour and while they’re in korea the girls find out that yoonchae has a gf and interrogate reader bc yoonchae is basically their daughter and they wanna make sure she’s in good hands!!

funny cuz yoonchae's literally my gf

"WHO ARE YOU?"

jeong yoonchae x fem!reader

{ synopsis } : while in korea for one their asia promo trip, yoonchae randomly goes out, coming up with random excuses as to why she is. the kats gets suspicious but ultimately concluded it was messing around with friends. until one night, they see her with a random girl in front of a convenience store.

{ tags/extra } : fluff, secret relationship, established relationship, yoonchae is a flirt, reader is korean for the plot, pacing is iffy i apologize

{ a/n } : yall alr know this is sooo rushed cuz i delayed the publishing of this by a lot 😭 plus tumblr didn't save it 😒

now playing : pink by wave to earth

@lararajjj @ohmyhaely @ninguitar

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"SHE'S BEEN ACTING WEIRD LATELY," megan says out of the blue, confusing the members for a moment. manon glances at the television, seeing nothing playing on the screen, then looked around at the rest of the girls.

"who?" she questions. she has an idea of who, but she won't admit it until everybody else brings it up. how is she so confident in this person? well, maybe it's because the person in question isn't even there with them. the youngest has been a bit distant lately, always having excuses about going out early in the morning and not coming back until late at night, sometimes even coming back the next day.

"you know who."

nobody dared to say anything else but it was hard to ignore the elephant in the room. sophia finally spoke first, the perks of being the closest to yoonchae finally being useful. "it's been a long while since she's back in korea. she told me she's hanging out with friends."

"i don't think friends keep each other out for the long," lara lazily voiced her opinion, not sparing any of them a glance as she's busy playing block blast. daniela clicked her tongue before reaching out and turning off lara's phone, which resulted in the younger letting out a loud 'hey!'

"uh, yes, they do. you should know since you're always dragging me to go out." megan rebutted. lara rolled her eyes and turned her phone back on, backing out of the conversation. daniela pondered some more, trying to figure out what to say before deciding to test the waters. she wanted to see how the girls would react to what she has to say.

"what if yoonchae's seeing someone?" she asks.

sophia immediately snapped her head to daniela, a mix of disbelief and annoyance on her face. "if yoonchae says she's out with friends, then she's out with friends. don't jump to conclusions." even so, there's a small part of her that is convinced the youngest might have a partner that neither her or the others know about. "plus, yoonchae never lies."

"right.. okay."

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yoonchae does, in fact, lie. she keeps secrets about a lot of things. like this, for example:

"hi, beautiful," she greets in korean as soon as you opened the door, leaning down to kiss the lips that she missed oh so dearly. "god, i missed seeing this eleven outta ten face."

"stop lying, you didn't miss me that much." as you hit her arm lightly, your scolding demeanor changed into one of giddy highschooler. yoonchae only chuckled before holding your waist to pull you closer, her fingers resting on the small of your back. your hands cradled her face, your thumb grazing the curve of her jaw.

"i'm telling the truth," she confessed. "i'd kill myself if i ever said i didn't miss my gorgeous girl."

"flattery sure gets you anywhere." you rolled your eyes, tiptoeing up to give her cheek a gentle peck. yoonchae swerved her head to the side, just enough to capture your lips in a slow, longing kiss. you swore you felt her fingers practically digging into your hips like she never wants to let go.

"i-" a kiss on your lips, "missed-" a kiss on your forehead, "you-" a kiss on your nose, "so-" a kiss on your left cheek, "much." and finally, a kiss on your right cheek. "like, a lot."

"oh shut up." you fully wrapped your arms around her shoulders to bury your red, flustered face into the crook of her neck. to say you also missed her was an understatement. you longed for the days you two would finally be physically together again instead of on facetime calls that get cut short because she has a busy schedule. and now that it's happening, you just wanna pinch yourself, convinced it's a dream.

after a few moments of comfortable silence that yoonchae let you have to collect your thoughts, she finally spoke up. "snack run?"

"of course."

it takes a while to get to the 7/11 despite it being only a three minute walk from your apartment. yoonchae was just so warm for the cool evening that you didn't want to pull away from the hug. but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

~

"pringles or kimbap?" yoonchae asked, holding up the two options in your face. you already know she wants the kimbap, but you also know that there's a small part of her that wants the pringles.

"how about both? you want both of them right?"

"yeah... but–" you cut her off by taking both of the items and putting it into the basket with a proud smile on your face. you didn't give her time to protest, already making your way to the checkout. "y/n.."

"it's no big deal, baby. you can get whatever you want." you handed the cashier the money. "even if it's just snacks." yoonchae subtly pouted and wrapped her arms around your waist from the side, resting her head on your shoulder.

"you're so sweet," she mumbled. "i love you so much."

"mm, i love you more." you thanked the chasier as he handed you the change, stuffing it in your hoodie pocket. well, it wasn't yours, but nobody really cares. you held yoonchae's hand to go to tables outside, but she quickly stopped upon seeing the girls. she let go of your hand while you set some space between you two, making it seem like it was just a friendly snack run. "wait, your hoodie–"

"just keep it," she whispered.

soon enough, they all spotted yoonchae nervously standing next to you. sophia rushed over to yoonchae, asking why she's out so late before looking your way. you turned around and pretended you had no idea who they were. "do you know her?"

"uh, yeah. this is my friend, y/n." she nudged you with her elbow. "say hi to them."

"it's so awkward, yoon... i'm literally your girlfriend."

"yeah, but they don't know that." she gave a smug smile, grabbing your forearm and pulling you closer. "y/n is my really close friend. i've known her since elementary." her hand slipped from your arm and around your waist, squeezing your hips as a way of comforting you in this stressful situation.

"are you trying to make us public?" you jabbed her side, twisting your hand to make it extra painful.

"baby, if i had five seconds to say anything to the whole world, i'd most definitely shout that you're my girlfriend." she winked– which was horribly cute. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, ignoring the blush creeping up to your face. the girls watched the interaction with partially stunned looks. you two looked awfully a lot like a couple and it was concerning.

yoonchae sat you down on one of the chairs and began walking back to the store, claiming she's going to buy more snacks. you rushed to get up and follow her but lara got in front of you, her hands clasped together with a sickeningly sweet smile. "let's talk."

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"when did you two start dating?" lara was the first to ask after moments of silence at the table. everybody was either too busy staring at you– ahem, sophia –or too busy eating the snacks you and yoonchae bought.

"better question, are you two dating?" sophia intervened. at least she was decent enough to ask. words bubbled in a throat but it refused to escape your mouth, so you only gave a weak nod. sophia nodded as well, more in understanding than anything else. lara and daniela high-fived each other while manon and megan groaned

"so.. can you answer my question then?" lara questioned. "with some background too?"

"we started dating in our second year of middle school," you began. "honestly, we had no idea what we were doing, but, y'know, she was soo in love with me." you chuckled at the last part, remembering how head over heels yoonchae was.

("wait, what's second year of middle school in korea?" megan whispered to manon, in which the older replied, "eighth grade")

"so you're saying yoonchae, possibly one of the most logical people ever, had no idea what she was doing?" sophia raised a seemingly interested eyebrow. before you answered, you took the pringles and kimbap, putting it on your lap for yoonchae to eat when she comes back.

"she was thinking with her heart, if i'm gonna be honest." you nervously laughed, rubbing the back of your neck. "her whole head was empty like her brain took a vacation."

"that has to be so funny," daniela sneered. "imagine yoonchae walking into a pole because she was too busy thinking of how pretty y/n is."

"what if that's why she did that when we were in new york," sophia commented, her stern demeanor finally cracking. yoonchae finally came back after an eternity with two full bags of snacks. she sets down a bag in front of you after giving the girls the other, plopping down on the seat next to you.

"you said you like pepero right?" after a full conversation in english, you were grateful yoonchae was here to switch back to korean. yoonchae rummaged through the bag, quickly finding the box of chocolate sticks and gave it to you.

"mhm. the chocolate one?"

"they just restocked on it."

"y'all are so cute." lara appeared between you both, the smile from earlier back on her face. you audibly gulped when she looked at you, your body sinking into the chair. "say, how much do you love yoonchae?"

"..." you stayed quiet for a minute which made yoonchae a little nervous. though, she has no reason to be. it was evident on how much you love her. "i think i'd go insane if she's more than five minutes away."

"that's such a basic answer." manon teased. sophia was looking at you expectantly. she wants to know if you're good enough for yoonchae (despite the fact you two have been dating possibly three years).

"she's the girl of my dreams. she fell first, but as always, i fell harder. every time i look at her i just get reminded of how lucky i am to have such an amazing girlfriend like her." your hand found its way to yoonchae, intertwining your fingers and pulling it up to your lips, leaving a soft kiss on her knuckles. "i'd choose her over my own life."

through a series of 'aw's and 'how cute', all you were focused on was yoonchae and how her eyes gazed into yours, how her hand squeezed yours just a little tighter. most importantly, how pretty she looked just right underneath a street light. "you're so gorgeous, baby."

yoonchae suddenly stood up from her seat, the action startling everyone. she got down on one knee, and holding a singular pepero in her hand, she said, "i wanna marry you. be mrs. jeong."

"what?!" the girls, including you, all exclaimed in shock.

[cherryredstars]

OH MY GOD REQUESTS ARE OPEN💃🏾💃🏾

gosh cherry i love you and your blog sm it makes my day😭

could i please have a college or highschool au where reader studies subjects like social science and business and literature and he does stem subjects and he at first has like a superiority complex, he doesn’t intend to, but he can’t help it, until he sees the reader like talk about social issues or how she can remember 17 step procedures and shit and he’s like…wow. maybe they can be together and he sees her pretend to teach people to learn and he’s learning stuff from her and it’s wholesome asf

god i don’t know i’m sorry im rambling😭😭 you don’t have to ofc but thank you anyway

and again, love you!!

Thank you, love!!!

He's the smartest person he knows.

It's not narcissistic if it's a fact. He's the top of his major program, already has offers for Ph.D programs nationwide mailed to his door. He's sure to get into any genetics department he wants for grad school. He's the star of the industry-path students. He's just that good, and what's the harm in taking pride in your accomplishments?

But he's never met someone like you before.

Usually he wouldn't care for people like you, with their abstract liberal art degrees in nonsense majors that'll just collect dust in a box in an attic somewhere. But there is something so enduring about you, about everything you do. The way you just know what people are thinking based on the twitch of their fingers and why they think it. The way you're so open to everything in a way that would make his lab buddies laugh with their one-way minds. It amazes him, the way your view is so wide in a way that something like genetics or STEM can't comprehend. In a way they don't allow. There is something so breath-taking about the way your mind has this endless freedom that he can't even grasp. Like a kaleidoscope of colors that are simultaneously beautiful and overwhelming to the senses. Something his factual mind craves.

The first time he had seen you, he was in the library. It isn't a place he would usually go to, but he had to collect some textbooks for his professor in the storage closet. He had gotten in a bit of trouble that day for taking so long, but how could he resist when he had heard the sweet cadence of your voice through the open door of a mini-lecture room. Very few students were in the room, it looked like a side presentation; one of those assignments that forced students to present their ideas on a topic to a group of people to try to captivate them into agreeing with your findings. There was a sort of fiery passion in the way you spoke, a hardened steel in your eyes that showed your resistance to back down. It was... enchanting, siren-like. So much so that he had been forced to sit in one of the empty seats in the back of the room, eyes stuck on you as you paced the front of class and rebutted comments from your peers.

He had no idea what you were talking about, but it still had that overwhelming effect on him. One that had him pressing the surface of his stomach against the hard edge of the lecture tables, his senses honing in to hear every last syllable that departed from your lips. There was this dream-like quality to you, something that consumed the mind and made them listen. A sort of intelligence that he would never know or understand. One that he would spend hours trying to learn if you were the one explaining it. He can't remember how long it took for him to start breathing again when your eyes scanned the room and locked onto him, clear confusion on your face at the random presence of college's most-awarded student. He could feel his heart bursting against his ribs, mouth parting slightly from the honor to be the center of your attention for even a few seconds before you looked away and carried on.

Suddenly, he didn't feel like the smartest person in the world. Not when you left him absolutely stupefied.

[dpr-stay]

Dino Slippers and Wooden Cabins.

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: she's unedited, omg so much crack. WC: ~2.6K

I wanted to write and yes, it's shit, and yes, it's crack, and yes, I hate it. but what can you do? it got kinda sentimental towards the end, but the closing lines terrible.

also don't do what the reader does, be safe when you're in a cabin alone.

A knock at your cabin door caused you to look up from the TV. The firelight cast from the fireplace danced around the wooden room, reflecting on your drawn blinds and making you blink. You waited for a second before turning back to your TV, wincing as you saw one of the main characters trip and fall. 

You were quickly distracted from your show when the person at the door knocked again. Seriously? You take a week away from work in an isolated cabin in the snow to not be bothered by people and this is what happens. A random person knocking on your door in the middle of the night. In the middle of nowhere. While you were alone.

Maybe you should heed the warnings your friends had given you and not open the door, certifying that you wouldn’t be caught by some lunatic or something. That thought unnerved you, what if the person knocking on your door was an escaped prisoner or even a murderer? You shivered despite the warmth from the fire heating you.

Your friends had all exchanged glances when you’d told them of your holiday plans, side-eyeing each other so that one of them would try and make you not go. Lily, one of your friends since you were little, had sighed before standing up and saying that you probably shouldn’t travel solo. You had immediately protested, waving off her concerns and saying you’d take your mum’s dog, Popcorn, as sort of a guard dog.

Popcorn who now stood shaking in the corner, glancing between you and the door with wide eyes. Right now, you were unsure why you thought you could bring a Papillion as a guard god, but past-you had wanted to take this holiday so bad that you were eager to think that an axe-murderer could be dispelled by one of the ugliest, smallest, and most rancid looking dog’s you’d ever seen.

That was a joke, Popcorn wasn’t rancid, just crusty (as your mother lovingly called him.) The way spit hung from his jaw, wobbling everytime he shook made you breathe through your teeth, subconsciously wondering how Popcorn got on the family christmas card instead of you. 

Another knock on the door made you sigh before standing up and making your way to the large wooden door. You placed a hand on the handle, turned the lock, and opened the door to a sight that was worse than you could have even imagined.

A head of wavy brown hair, slightly ruffled, tilted upwards to reveal stunning blue eyes. An easy smile settled over his face when you made eye-contact, his hands bunching in his pockets drawing your attention to his snow-dusted puffer jacket.

“Hi,” He said, his nose and eyes bright red, showing how the cold had been affecting him. You could only look on in horror as he shook his head, his hair whipping around as though he was in a movie, and a few dollops of snow cascaded from his hair.

It was worse than a murderer, it was a hot man.

You immediately felt a heat begin to rush to your face. You could handle a crazed, knife-wielding psycho, but you couldn’t handle attractive men. It was a well known fact within your friend group, you made a fool of yourself in front of every mildly-hot guy. 

Whether it be tripping over your feet in highschool and falling flat on your face in front of a long-time crush or trying and failing to chat up a guy at a bar, you’d always return to your group of friends, tail securely between your legs and dragging your feet.

Hell, your friends had even tried to fix it for you. Lily had set you up on countless dates, none of them working because as soon as you made eye-contact, you couldn’t speak and you ended up being mute for the entire 30 minutes a guy stayed. Her boyfriend, Alex, found it to be the funniest thing, laughing at you (goodnaturedly, he’d assured you one time after you gave him the stink eye) everytime you recounted one of your increasingly unfortunate stories. 

So now, out in the freezing cold and looking at one of the most beautiful people you’d ever seen in your life, you knew something would go wrong and you’d make yourself seem like a dunce. You didn’t have to wait long, as his eyes cast downwards and you were reminded of the fact the only pajamas you’d brought on your trip were a cheapie set that you’d bought for five bucks at some random retail store. The issue with them was that they were clearly designed for kids, dinosaurs decorating every inch of the fabric.

At the time you’d hadn’t minded that they’d probably been made for degenerate adults, only happy to snag a bargain, but now you were really regretting it. Regretting it even more as the man’s eyes dropped down to your slippers, accompanying dino claws that you’d laughed at when you’d put them on earlier. Now you were cursing yourself for your whimsy, eyeing the clearly expensive fabric that made up the man’s scarf wound so tightly around his neck. His eyes climbed you, reaching your face before he made eye-contact again.

“Uhm, my car broke down and this is the only place for several hundred kilometers. My friend Alex said that one of his friends was staying around here and that I could pop in.” The man explained, the friendly smile never dropping from his face. Holy fuck he has an accent as well.

As if timed perfectly, a ding sounded on your phone, causing you to reach for it. A message icon with Alex’s name was on your home screen, reading further when you opened it that ‘a friend of mine might show up for the night because of his car breaking down. I hope that’s ok.’ You could only stare at your phone. As though he was waiting for the read receipt to pop up, Alex then sent another message.

‘Thank me later.’

Having enough of that, you closed your phone and shoved it rather forcefully into your pocket. You plastered a smile onto your face and turned to the man.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were coming. I probably would’ve… gotten changed.” You trailed off, the smile on the man’s face quickly changing to one of amusement. Trying to rationalise that he was laughing at your joke and not your outfit, you moved to the side of the doorframe and welcomed him in with a sweeping hand.

He took a few steps into your rented cabin before you closed the door, the coldness of the night getting shut out in place for the heat from your cabin. The man’s eyes took the place in, sweeping over the log walls and the tv that was still on. He nodded his head slightly as though agreeing with your choice of programming.

“Would you like a tea?” You asked, desperate to try and be in solitude for a few minutes. He turned to you and nodded with a thankful smile. Jesus that smile was about to be the death of you. You quickly scurried off into the small kitchen, boiling the kettle and then releasing a stream of air yourself.

Oh god. He was really, really attractive. How were you supposed to live peacefully, this was your holiday after all. You tilted your head back till you were glaring at the ceiling, before snapping it down and whipping out your phone.

When the kettle stopped boiling, you set down your phone, mildly satisfied with the amount of mean emojis and phrases you’d sent to Alex. The ding from the kettle made you quickly grab two mugs before debating on either earl gray or english breakfast, two of the complimentary items included in the cabin. Unable to decide because both contained caffeine, you reached into a cupboard and grabbed out two sleepytime tea bags. The good stuff, you thought affectionately as you bobbed the tea bags up and down, before grabbing both mugs and walking back into the living room.

The man stood up from the couch where he was sat as you rounded the corner and grabbed the tea from you with a ‘Thank you’ before sitting down. The couch itself wasn’t entirely fantastic, it was quite small and very hard. On the first day you’d arrived, you had launched yourself onto the couch in a small way of celebration that you had a holiday, only to roll off and a light bruise to form the next day.

“I’m Charles, by the way.” The man spoke up and you looked at him before nodding and smiling. He kept looking at you till you finally got the cue and jolted a little. You introduced yourself and Charles nodded, repeating your name while glancing around the space. He took a sip of his tea.

“Alex says that this was your holiday,” He mused before looking back to you. “In that case, I’m sorry to interrupt it.” He spoke calmly and you shook your head.

“No, it’s ok. It was getting a little boring anyways.” You promptly lied, if not just to make him feel a bit better. He nodded, obviously not convinced. You both sat there in silence before Charles made to take the puffer off.

You watched for a second before thinking it was too weird and taking a sip of your tea. Immediately you could tell that Charles had skewed tastebuds as you felt your tongue burn. Oh my god. You held yourself back from spitting it out or pouring it back into the cup, deciding it was too disgusting to do in front of Charles.

You looked around, only to see Charles, arms bared and looking at you curiously. Ashamedly, you weren’t exactly looking at his face, seeing the way his arms flexed around the mug. It took you five seconds before you started coughing on the liquid in your mouth, quickly standing up as Charles reacted. He stretched a hand around your shoulders, his eyebrows drawing.

“Are you ok?” He asked, rather simply as though he was unsure about what exactly was happening. 

You only nodded, your face scrunched together before you finally swallowed. The liquid burned your throat on the way down. A gasp left you when you opened your mouth before you quickly started fanning your mouth.

Getting the message, Charles moved to where he assumed the kitchen was, returning with a glass of water. He strode towards you, looking strangely determined before that was completely wiped away when the sound of a yelp was heard. 

Except it didn’t come from Charles. Not even when his eyes widened and he was suddenly slipping, going down and taking the glass of water with him. The water splashed up when he hit the floor, the only sound audible being the barking of Popcorn as he jumped around Charles. You were stood still, jaw on the floor as Charles groaned. 

You took a second to regather the events. A stranger showed up at your door, you made tea, you burned your mouth, Charles took his puffer off, he went to get you water, he stood on Popcorn and then accidentally tipped a whole glass of water over his head.

After five seconds of silence you rushed over to Charles, variations of “I’m sorry!” slipping free from your mouth. You pulled him up into a sitting position, resting him against the wall. Your mouth felt completely useless, burnt to a crisp, while you placed a hand on Charles’ wet shoulder.

He took a second or two before rolling his head on his shoulder to look at you. You were crouched at your knees, looking at him in concern. He looked at your knees, taking in the triceratops front profile printed on both of your knees before looking at your face

“You know,” He started, his voice more subdued than before. “Your mouth isn’t the only hot thing in this room.” You rolled off your knees and onto your butt, completely gobsmacked. Was he flirting with you after your dog nearly killed him?

You could only look at him, jaw slightly agape as he made continued eye contact with you. A different look, one that hadn’t been displayed during his non-stop smile fest a few minutes prior, flitted over his face for a second. After a few more seconds of you sitting there in shock, he spoke up.

“I’m sorry, have I read the situation wrong?” He asked hesitantly and you could only look on in abject disbelief. What on earth was going on, why had this hot man who was friends with Alex shown up and started flirting with you whilst you were clad in dinosaur pj’s?

Alex.

You stood up. What were the chances that Alex had sent one of his friends to fuck with you. Probably very low, he was a nice guy, but there was literally no other reason this incredibly handsome man would take a look at you hand-fanning your mouth and decide to start throwing out pickup-lines.

Charles looked up at you curiously as you were silent. It didn’t make sense though, Alex wasn’t cruel. He always seemed as though he wanted the best for you. Maybe he was two-faced? But no, why would he fuck with you?

“I’m sorry, have I made you uncomfortable?” Charles piped up and you looked down at him. He seemed sheepish.

“That wasn’t my intention. You just seemed to be interested,” you both cringed, him at using that word, and you at the fact that he’d caught you, “so I thought I’d y’know. Let you know it was reciprocated.”

“Huh?” Was the only thing you could manage.

“Should I go back to my car?” Charles asked, placing a hand down to lift himself up and stand. You, in a split-second decision, shook your head. Charles looked at you. 

“Uhm, you can take my bed for the night.” You decided to shake yourself off and completely ignore the events that had transpired. 

Charles then shook his head. “No, I can’t take the bed. It’s your cabin.” 

You really weren’t in the mood to argue and endure a back and forth so you just shrugged.

“Fine, let’s share it then.” Ignoring how forward that seemed, you just turned around and lumbered to the bedroom, opening the door to the kingsized bed. Charles followed after a second, he seemed to be collecting himself, standing in the doorway. 

“I’m ready for bed so I’ll just hop in after I go around and turn everything off.” You said and moved through the doorway. You ignored his incredibly close presence as much as you could.

After a quick sweep of the cabin, turning everything off and closing Popcorn in the cage your mum had insisted you bring, you returned to the bedroom. You found Charles lounging on your side of the bed, under the covers and scrolling on his phone.

When you walked in, he turned it off and placed it on your side table. You chose not to mention that it was your side and just settled for the other. You turned off the light and made your way to the other side, slipping off your slippers and rolling under the covers.

A few minutes had passed of your staring into the darkness, Charles’ breathing cluing you in that the man hadn’t fallen asleep either.

“Charles.” You called out into the darkness and you felt the covers move a little.

“Yeah?” His voice called out.

“Did you actually mean it?” You asked.

A few seconds passed and you felt Charles roll over, causing you to roll over as well. You made eye contact, a small ray of light from the moon coursing through the blind and landing on Charles's face. 

“Yeah.” He said simply, his smile stretched across his face. You nodded before starting to smile too.

“Cool.” You said dumbly and Charles laughed. “Yeah, cool.” He responded, the warmth that leaked into voice causing your smile to grow wider.

it's so bad but i wanted to post something so here it is

[gxldenlush]

Bullies || n.s

pairing: bff!nick x fem!reader

summary: Nick is there for y/n through thick and thin. When he finds out she’s getting bullied at school, he does his best to help her.

warnings: mentions of bullying, name calling, crying, use of y/n, swearing, blood/injuries, random name for bully

a/n: ❗️purely platonic❗️, y/n is in her last year of highschool, nick is still 20 (2 years between them), I wrote this at work so it’s not entirely proofread, also sorry to all the Mayas 😭

pink=y/n

purple=nick

orange=chris (he’s only in the beginning sorry😓)

༻☙✽༺

“Oh my god, look what Emily posted on her snapchat” Chris turns his phone around to show Nick a video. A girl stood in shock, teary-eyed as she reads horrible insults that have been scribbled onto her locker.

“slut”

“whore”

“clout chaser”

“fugly”

The insults go on until the entire locker door is filled with the black sharpie. At the end of the video, the girl turns and runs out of frame, her face just catching the camera as she escapes the laughs.

Nicks heart drops to his feet when he recognises the broken girl. “Chris, that’s y/n.”

“What? No way. If someone was picking on her, she would’ve told us, right?”

Nick doesn’t even spare his brother a reply as he grabs his phone and orders an uber. Five minutes away, great. He pulls his shoes on and gets a hoodie from his bedroom.

“Going to y/n’s! Don’t know when I’ll be back!” He calls to his brothers as he makes his way to the front door.

—

Nick jumps out of the car before the uber even stops fully, thanking the driver on his way out.

He rushes to y/n’s front door, her parents’ cars aren’t in the driveway indicating that she’s home alone. He knocks on the door constantly, calling out her name and calling her phone.

The door opens a crack, when the person on the other side realises that it’s only Nick, y/n opens the door the whole way. Before he can even register the bruise on her cheek, she rushes to him, hugging him tight.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I saw what happened” He rubs soothing circles on her back. “Let’s go inside”

Y/n nods and turns into the house. It isn’t until Nick has walked into the house and y/n has closed the door and turned to face him, that he sees the black eye and busted lip.

“Holy shit, y/n! Did someone beat you up?”

“No, I threw the first punch… I’m suspended for a month”

“You got in a fight?” She nods “Where’s your first aid kit? That’s gonna get infected”

“I already cleaned it. You didn’t have to come all this way for me, you know. I’m fine…”

Nick sighs and grabs his best friends hand, pulling her to the living room and plopping himself down on the couch, pulling her down to sit next to him.

“Y/n listen, you are my best friend, and I love you. So, if you are sad, or hurt, or even hungry! I will always be there to help you out, got it?”

The girl nods and laughs at his words. “I got it, thank you… How did you see what happened?”

“Some girl on Chris’ snapchat put a video on her story… you know those things aren’t true, right?”

“I know, it just hurts that people think that of me, you know? I used to be friends with her and now she’s just-”

“Horrible? Awful? A total mega bitch?” Nick fills in the gaps

“Yes, yes and yes” She laughs.

“Wait, you used to be friends? Who was it?”

“Remember Maya? I told you about her a while ago, we were practically attached at the hip in middle school?”

“Her? Really? What the fuck is her problem?”

Y/n knows the exact reason why Maya hates her. She doesn’t want to tell Nick, as it might hurt his feelings.

“She- uhm…”

“It’s because you’re friends with me, Chris and Matt, isn’t it?” His words are soft, as though he blames himself.

“She’s just jealous that I’m friends with you and she isn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s her fucking problem. Dumb bitch can’t even keep her jealousy to herself? That’s pathetic! I hate bullies.”

Nick notices y/n biting at her lip in worry, re-opening the cut on her lip in the process. A small droplet of blood falls from her lip, Nick winces at the sight. He hates blood.

“You’re bleeding again, you want a tissue?”

Y/n dabs her lip with her finger, looking at the blood that transfers. “Oh shit, yeah. Sorry Nick.”

“It’s no problem, I’ll be right back”

Nick leaves the room and comes back with some toilet paper, he hands it to the girl and she daps at her bleeding lip again. “Thank you”

“I have an idea. I don’t know if you’ll like it though”

“You’re ideas scare me”

“This one’s good, I promise!”

“Then why won’t I like it?” A skeptical tone laces the younger girls voice.

“What if you did the rest of your school year from home? Like we had to during covid. I’m sure the school would let you after what happened today.” Nick sits back down next to his best friend.

“My mom would kill me” She lets out a dry chuckle at the genuine thought.

“Come to my house to do it” He shrugs. “Don’t tell her you’re doing it. Come to my house every school-day and do your schoolwork there. Then we can hang out more too.”

Y/n genuinely thinks about it for a few minutes. “It’s not a bad idea… Do you think they’d let me do it without talking to my parents?”

“You don’t know until you ask” He shrugs.

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll talk to the principle when I get back to school.”

“Awesome! And for now…” Nick smirks as he pulls out his phone. “We stalk Mayas socials, get dirt on her and talk shit. Order some pizza, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“You’re my soulmate” The girl shakes her head, looking at her best friend in awe.

“You wish” He scoffs

“Soulmates can be platonic, weirdo”

“Oh. Then yeah, we’re definitely soulmates”

[noxx-33i]

Hello I have come to word vomit RGB trio thoughts and headcanons. Beware some of these will probably be nonsensical and not in order.

I think skate has the worst fashion taste out of the three. I can't say much on this though cause I also have an atrocious sense of fashion/lh

Boombox and to an extent Skate talk in 80's slang. Like radical, bodacious, hella, etc. 80's coded boombox just lives in my head rent free and i can't kick him out/silly

Their alcohol tolerance from lowest to highest goes: Skate, BB, Sling

BB and Skate crash at Slingshot's place ALL the time. At this point even Shuri and Vine are used to them just random showing up

^^continuing this I think they like to enter through anywhere but the window. Most especially Skate. BB at the very least is willing to act like a Normal person and use the door SOMETIMES. Skate however if he uses the door you'll bet that he's going in on his board. Whether or not he immediately crashes and breaks something inside is another thing/lh

Sometimes they'll just have Katy Perry Sessions with Shuriken. Like literally just listening to Katy Parry. Don't. Don't ask why I don't know either/lh

^^they have California Gurlz memorized.

If one of them does a crime none of them are snitching. If one goes down they all go down if one admits to it the other two will admit to it too. No bro left behind/silly

Sling is the smartest academically in their group and is probably the best at math. Not saying he's a prodigy im just saying BB and Skate are probably dumb as shit with math /lh+aaff

Sometimes Skate likes to record his Sick Moves™ and sometimes it would Also be in a place he proooobably shouldnt be in so Sling and BB take turns being on either camera duty or watch duty. Whether either of them are good at it is a different discussion/silly

Skate was caught stealing by the police once but BB was there and somehow he managed to trick them into believing he was Skate's lawyer and that he did not steal anything. Sling watched from the distant absolutely flabbergasted

Sling prices his menu very high and whenever someone asks he's just like "Oh yk, inflation!" and somehow it always works

they like setting fireworks off at night. Sometimes BB can't come cause he's too tired from work or something tho so

Despite Slingshot being the most academically smart in the group Boombox is the one who would hesitate when given a big shiny red button that could nuke Crossroads. Sling and Skate would see a shiny red button and go "ooo shiny" then BOOM!!!! /silly

idk if you want this but I have an au with my friend using the skins ingame (and some we made up for it hehe) where Snowboard and Rainbox were highschool best friends and they would get into shenanigans together like light theft (Rain is the distraction), parties maybe, etc andddd I love them very much

Snow in the au has canonically tried to rizz up a girl (in High School) only to bag her boyfriend AND her brother

^^The au takes place years later when Snowboard is in college (in Blackrock college cause there's no faction wars in this au) and when he comes back he finally meets Cozyshot who is Rain's roommate and erm my friend likes skateshot so I think you can tell what happens next (GAY PEOPLE) /silly

Okay im gonna stop rmabling now have a good day silly muah/p

IM GONNA RAMBLE TOO AND Oh my god ur so right on the first one.

SKATE HAS TERRIBLE FASHION SENse. I can smell it. Hes so sweaty he doesnt care ab his looks too much but bb would say "youre not going out like that

YES I AGREE. Boombox is stuck in the 80s and he doesnt want to leave. Im actually picking up these habits i wanna say rad so bad.

Skate being the lowest is the funniest shit wver bc i love bullying his ass. Did you tell i put NO EFFORT in his stupid hc reveal HEELP

I FEEL LIKE ONE DAY THEY MIGHT GET A SECRET HANGOUT PLACE… like fully furinisjed and with ac and all that fancy shit. How? Idk illegally? They probably have board games and dnd sessions with trusted friends who keep the place a hush

Bro theyre not normal they will never be normal… "GUYS HOW DID YOU GET IN" // "We lock picked your door" // "WHAT THE FUCK"

> lowkey skate would learn lock picking for fun and hed get so good at it he would be tempted to steal more stuff

>> that being said.. rob the bank?/ref

LOWKEY i feel like bb was a nerd in his younger years but grew out of it… he would probably like science facts and everyone thinks hes smart but hes not.. AND YES sling being math smart is so real teehee. Hes the expenses guy but also cant stop himself from spending more than he needs to

Skate n BB would get into so much trouble but no one can ever find them guilty in some fucking way and it makes the authorities so mad

Ironically id like to think Zuka easily catches them doing dumb shit but he doesnt care enough to report it

Sling has probably done tax evasion one or two times.. or more….

Ok cute hcs to vomit out… with ur mention of tired boombox i feel like sling and skate would immediately go to bbs place and crash not in a chaotic way but like ogghd.. ÖIKE THEY MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER BY GIVING SNACKS OR MASSAGES TO HELP HIM LOSE STRESS

Literally any time one of the RGB members get their vibes off its instantly to care land bc bcbc bc 😞😞🙁🙁😞😞😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 *sobbing crying throwing up* theyr besties 😭😭 this xan be both platonic or romantic i legit do not care i love BOTH

With that in mind i feel like whenever skate and bb crash over sling would have a few of their favorite pastries from his cafe saved in his fridge… like dog treats LMAOO

This is likge.. dog-cat-dog relationship… but all are chaotic as fuck /silly

YOUR AU SOUNDS SO SILLY PLEASE I WANT TO SEE!!!! I WANNA DRAW EVEN.

that au makes me think of sling with glasses for some reason… i need to draw so bad….!!!!;!2!

And they were roommates /ref+j

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Fresh Out The Slammer.

Content Warning: implied hook up (i literally struggle to write smut. idk why im so sorry guys 😭)

‘Why does this always happen to me?’ you thought as tears rolled down your face.

You caught your boyfriend- no, ex-boyfriend cheating on you with some random girl. You didn’t know exactly why you were crying. He treated you like shit and if anything you should’ve left him months ago.

He would always come home late, never take you on dates, be ridiculously obsessive and controlling of you and berate you for anything you did “wrong.”

But this is what’s been happening to you for a while. At least since you’ve broken up with Billy Dunne.

You had been with him in highschool but you both decided that it would be best to break up.

Billy was focusing on his music…and he was falling into an addiction, and you just wanted to focus on school and get your life together.

But that never stopped you from calling him every now and then. No matter what happened, it always seemed like you would go back running to Billy.

No one understood you like him.

Grabbing the phone you quickly dialed his number.

Truth be told, you hadn’t called him in a while. You didn’t know where he was, how he was…you didn’t even know if this was still his number.

‘Please pick up…please pick up’

“Hello?”

You felt yourself stiffen. You hadn’t heard his voice in months. You felt like you had cotton in your mouth. You didn’t actually think he would pick up.

“Billy?”

“Sweetheart?”

Oh god.

Not even a minute and he was already with the nicknames. But you weren’t about to start complaining.

“Billy, I know I haven’t called you in a while- and I’m sorry for that but I just- I need—“

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes”

“Y-Yea…okay”

You didn’t think he was gonna be so quick with his answer.

Line disconnects, and after 10 minutes, you hear a knock at your door.

Opening the door, you look up. He was wearing his signature, black leather jacket and black jeans. His hair was slightly more grown out then normal. He was wearing dark sunglasses despite it being night.

“Hey.” he says calmly.

“Hey…Come in”

He steps inside, his eyes lingering on you. He smiles at you and it feels as if time freezes, you felt like the only two people in the world. You had so much history together. After a bit of silence Billy speaks.

“It’s been a while…”

“Yeah, yeah it has”

You could feel the tension in air. It was so thick that someone could probably cut it with a knife.

He steps closer to you, just within your personal space. There’s also a hint of nostalgia in the air. He feels an urge to pull you into a hug and hold you tightly to his chest. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were years ago. He speaks quietly, not being able to keep his thoughts to himself any longer.

“I missed you…”

“I’ve missed you too” you say as you take a step towards him.

You were close enough that your lips were just inches apart. It seemed like you both were thinking the same thing, ‘do I risk it all again?’

Billy suddenly kissed your lips, there was no sign of hesitation or doubt. His hand gently moved behind to the back of your head and it felt so familiar. It all felt so…right.

Billy’s hand moved down from behind your head to your lower back and he moved you back until your back was gently against the wall.

The way he kissed you filled you with butterflies and your body felt warm all over. He moved even closer to you until his body was nearly fully pressed against yours. He kept kissing you until you both couldn't breathe, only then did he stop.

He stepped back slightly "Forgot how good that felt."

“I forgot too”

He smirks and kisses you again.

“Your room still in the same place?” he says smugly.

(IMAGINE THIS PART I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT IM SO SO SORRY😭😭😭)

You were both wrapped in your sheets, Billy held you in his arms as he played with your hair.

“I’m glad you called”

You turn your head to gaze into his eyes. “I’m glad you came”

He smiles smugly and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

"I'll be honest" he lets out a soft chuckle "I knew you'd come back, it was only a matter of time..."

You roll your eyes and gently hit his chest.

“Shut up…don’t act like you don’t call me whenever you have a problem”

He laughs and squeezes you.

“Yeah…yeah you’re right”

He kisses your forehead.

“But you never complain about it”

You look up at him and smiles.

“And you’re right about that…”

You knew he had you wrapped around his finger. You knew that no one would understand you like Billy does. You knew that no matter how many shitty relationships you went through you would always run back home to Billy.

hope u guys liked this little one-shot! i’ve been so drained with studying for exams so i’ve been putting off the next part of wait for your love but trust once my exams are done and over with i will keep working on it :) ! (ALSO SO SO SORRY THAT THERE ISNT SMUT IT THIS, I SUCK AT WRITING IT)

[just-some-guy-joust]

Full list of Side A OCs under the cut!

Bracket post

Side B list

Jaiden Wells | She/her | @apotheoseity

Jaiden is.. really just some girl. A college student and avid Tumblr user, many of the people she's close to are wrapped up into supernatural or otherwise out-of-this-world situations, but she's just.. not. Everyone around her is terrified that she'll be exposed to some sort of horror, and at some points she's jealous of the people around her for leading such interesting lives, but she remains.. utterly mundane.

Finch | They/them - it/its | @hershelchocolateart

Finch is the newest ghost to appear in the Whisper Court Ghost Sanctuary. While they themself consider this to be unremarkable, somehow everyone else in the cast is convinced that their appearance is malicious in some nature. While they spend the story trying to come to terms with who they are and find a future they want to live with, everyone else has pushed them to the forefront of the story by convincing themselves there's something going on behind the scenes. Even one of the Deities of this world is enamored with them, but Finch is simply too busy hanging out with their friends and attending tea parties to really know what's going on. Finch is simply a widdle guy who wants SOMEONE to come to board game night but no one trusts them :(

Evergreen | She/her | @insertsona

shes just kind of chilling tbh . she's technically unemployed (didn't feel like it) and spends most of her time vibing . her ex recently returned to the city after randomly disappearing for years and she was just kind of oh hey glad youre back . her most interesting trait is that she takes part in a fighting tournament once a year and wins it usually . and shes transgender

Zephyr Fey | He/him | @lord-plague

An averagely built guy who somehow managed to join the military force of his fortress city without a birth certificate, ID, and with dyed hair. Nobody knows where he came from, nobody knows why he is here but there he is. No magic or superhuman abilities or prodigal skills but my god does he make great goo bowls with greater personalities (nobody wants the goo bowls and he does not know why). That one friend that keeps trying to alleviate awkward situations with jokes and random laughter.

Wally Rosette | He/him | @hershelchocolateart

Wally Rosette is a 15-year-old kid who was chosen (and then kidnapped) to attend the Elite Villainous International Learning facility. This position, however, is solely because his parents were world-famous villains. Wally himself has no interest in the business, and is often described as the sweetest person any of the cast has ever met. He spends most of his time in the background, helping out faculty and students with their homework or various tasks, and only ever becoming relevant when homework *is* the plot of the week. Wally is just a kind kid who knows better than to get involved in the plot and loves his friends so so so so so so so fucking much it's unreal

CW: Cartoony bugs, minor eye horror

Mason | He/him | @hershelchocolateart

Mason is a Monster in a world of Monsters that rule the underworld of the city. Mason is an office worker at an office building where he doesn't even know what his job is. He just knows he's an office worker in a real office building :) he's an Insect Monster which usually results in the user becoming an insect themself, eventually losing their humanity and giving in to their animalistic nature. Mason is a beehive. He's friends with all the bees :)

Adan Botello | He/him | @rainecloud020604

Adan is a highschooler who is just looking to pass class, go home and play Minecraft. He doesn't want to be unique or special any more than he is, maybe being a Minecraft YouTuber would be awesome but that's all he wants out of life. No matter what is thrown at him he tends to run away from it, like a fantasy world trying to claim he's a prince, he wants nothing to do with it. He just wants to be a normal kid, graduate high school and play Minecraft. He's also got transgender and autistic swag

Joel Joehn | He/him | @rainecloud020604

Hes a college student, a ghost hunter where nothing ever really happens, and also hes a classic high school bully all at the same time. He likes musicals, and honestly his personality is kinda boring because all it can be boiled down to is "i'm a dick sometimes". his parents love him and support him hes got like two besties who are kinda normal too like nothing is ever going on with this guy except a false ghost report or a misread reading on something.

James Chagrin | He/him | @fispy

James, despite being infected by a parasite that ate his soul, is just some guy. He feels ambivalent about the Matrix films. He doesn’t care for carbonated drinks. In the future he will work at a Target.

Anita da Nevoa | She/her |@angelfishcake

Anita was just out living her life until her cousin ruined everything. Now she's cursed and gotta go find a cure (with the help of friends :D). Scares super easily which sucks because she's gotta deal with lots of scary things. Only one who acts reasonably in these situations. Likes roller-skating.

CW: Cartoony bug

Greg | He/him | @tomfoolery-coolatta

hes a imp. approximately half a apple. he works for a local news station. he has a healthy work life balance, is fairly nice to everyone and is overall just. kind of average, especially compared to everyone else on the island he lives on. hes so normal i dont rlly have much about him

Tulip | It/Its | @joyfulness03

-Literally just a little tulip mouse -Caught in the middle of a monster war, but is entirely oblivious to anything happening (not privy to The Horrors, because it is literally just a mouse) -Day plans: curling up in the sun to photosynthesize. it is fully booked, indefinitely -The most neutral of neutral parties (group pet) and the most background of background characters (group pet) -very friendly to everyone that pets it and gives its treats. it only bites a little bit, just little love nibbles. Average rodent behavior but with slightly sharper, plantier teeth

Bradán Berongoy | He/Him | @serenefig

Bradán is a simple fisher who got swept up by a mercenary crew entirely due to a misunderstanding. By the time the captain realised, it was too late to cut the contract. He doesn't fight much, if at all, and his skills really only lay in fishing, be it rod fishing or spear fishing. He occasionally takes up cooking for the crew, but overall he's just. There. The crew is fond of their gruff civilian, and will go out of their way to prevent their own work disrupting Bradán's.

Andrew Moss | He/him | @flowerrose14

Andrew is just your average nerd, ghost hunter and an anxious wreck but despite it all he is a guy. Despite the horrors of being shrunk and traumatized hes still himself, an anxious wreck of a human who thinks the supernatural is awesome and he wants to study it so so bad. Even though fairy hunting gone wrong is literally the reason he got cursed, he's still interested in the supernatural. After all its awesome, and whats going to stop him.

Blake Stevens | He/him | @azumelia

His entire joke is being a completely normal guy in a very wacky world. He is the only cishet person in the entire setting. He has extremely bad luck and constantly gets fucked over - whether or not this is connected to the cishet thing is unknown, but people in-universe like to joke that he's "cursed by the Gods for being straight." He does not enjoy this. He is tired at all times, both of everyone's shit and just in general - man is suffering.

Rafferty | He/him | @kris-the-kraken

Rafferty is an office worker and aspiring author. Though he has an endless depth of creativity he scraps all his ideas because they remind him of his first attempt at writing.

[giurochedadomani]

Steve for the ask game!

This is about this game

favorite thing about them

'peaked in highschool' kind of vibe. Don't get me wrong I adore him, but it makes for a really interesting character, when someone who has grown up in a really cozy safety net suddenly doesn't have it, things start not going his way, etc (the struggles with getting into an uni, the crappy jobs, etc.).

least favorite thing about them

I don't think I have one. The posh look in s1, maybe? And that's just because I've always been way more into metalheads, so the polos do absolutely nothing to me. But to each their own xD

favorite line

Ahoy, Ladies! Didn't See You There. Would You Like To Set Sail On An Ocean Of Flavor With Me? I'll Be Your Captain. I'm Steve Harrington

brOTP

Robin, although I have read some fics that flesh a little more Tommy and Steve's relationship and in which Tommy helps Steve out 'for the sake of old times' which are....... interesting)

OTP

Metalsandwich (it's a breath of fresh air? It's honest to God the first time I encounter an ot3 which people don't reduce to a love triangle? Like, everyone has their own little headcanon about it, but all seems to be in the direction of thinking how would they work).

I also like Harringrove a lot

nOTP

Nancy.

random headcanon

He's extremely competitive, but only in the stupidest context (which is bad, because Eddie knows exactly which buttons to push to get him to follow into some crazy idea)

He's exactly that type of person who'd ask you a hundred times if you're mad at him and why you're mad at him (which is not bad per se because when Billy is morose it can be a bit tricky prying of him why is he mad. And I kind of feel like Eddie would be kind of the same, shutting off in the bedroom and turning metallica up to a 110%)

He undersells himself a lot and cares a really unhealthy amount about what others think about him

He hates texting and has a brick phone until his 50s, however having a chat with him can add years to your lifespam

unpopular opinion

song i associate with them. If Steve was Spaniard he'd definitely be an Hombres G fan and he'd get all dolled up for a date to the tune of 'Voy a Pasarmelo Bien' (I'm going to have a great time) (🎵 I know I have some enemies, but tonight they cannot count on me, I'm gonna turn into a werewolf, I've promised myself that I won't sleep alone, because todayyyyy... Today I'm gonna have a great time 🎵) . Although Hombres G quite literally have a song that goes 'Devuélveme a mi chica' (Give me my girl back) about the loser of the class whose girl prefers to go with a really posh hot guy in a yellow sweater that would be more of a jonathan type of song but it does make me think about Steve

Anyway Hombres G is one of the most iconic 80s Spaniard groups.

favorite picture of them

the moment he grimes up good I'm literally on my knees

[harleiquina]

"May siblings be together, for that is the first law. May their union be true in anytime, because if they fight each other they'll be devoured by those outside" (José Hernández, "Martín Fierro").

So, today I found out that there was going to be a picket to support the WGA strike in my country (Argentina) and relatively close home. I wish I knew it sooner, I would've liked to join... but

I'm not a guild member (reason why I never received any kind of news about it) because...

Technically I'm not a writer (a professional, I mean. The ones that get paid to write) which leads me to...

I have a job that I hate and I can't just skip a random day because...

Even If they pay me very little, I am the breadwinner at home and every little cent counts... since...

My country's economy is a bloody mess that could be solved in over 50 years, if we are lucky.

So, here I am, making a post in solidarity to the Strike while waiting for the calls to start to ring. This might be a lenghty (and personal) one.

My journey into writing:

It was hard to answer the old question "what do you want to be when you grow up?" as a child because I wanted to be everything (except Doctor and Vet. I still don't like the idea of inflicting any kind of pain to heal someone -yes, I do know that anesthesia is a thing but it does wear off, did you know that? And painkillers too!).

At school I absolutely hated writing as homework, however I always ended up telling stories (my grandfather's folk tales) in the schoolbus for a limited audience. It wasn't until 7th grade that I realized that I was able to have original ideas and put them on paper... then I started to love writing and I would put my best effort into it. Yes, those were silly little stories usually prompted by whatever paragraph or sentence our teacher gave us (twice my aunts laughed at something I was proud of and I won't lie, it did hurt back then. Probably I would laugh now too). Still, coming up with something new was exciting.

In my senior year of Highschool I had "Applied writing" a subject that, supposedly, was there to teach us how to make our resumes, formal letters and other stuff that is "useful" in the work place or life itself. But that's not what I've learned.

I had Marcela Bullentini as my teacher. Someone that was quite scary with her desire for us to speak properly (eliminating the 'sh' sound from our bonaerense accent that changes words like "lluvia" -rain- to make it sound "shuvia", or our usual "perdón" -forgive me- instead of "lo siento" -I'm sorry- EVERYTIME she would answer with a mighty "only God forgives" to remind us that we were using the wrong term). After a few months of trying not to get on her bad side, I started to like her because I could tell that she loved writing and reading. And that's why she never gave us those boring lessons the other classroom's teacher (and school Principal, mind you) gave her students. She taught us the basics tools to write news, anecdotes, opinions and scripts for audio-drama (podcasts weren't a thing in 2009) and even TV (we did had to shoot a short film by the end of the year. Yes mine does suck). She is the reason why I considerated making a living out of writing. When the school year was coming to an end and it was time to enroll in College or the University and my classmates would ask "what are you going to study?" I answered them "I would like to be a Movie Director or Script writer". Guess what was their response... "Why?" usually followed by "that's too easy"

Too easy.

Too easy? How come? Why the Arts are "easy"? Why do you think that your dream of becoming a Sport's Journalist is better than mine wanting to tell stories? You'll still have to write something, you idiot!

Still, I did not followed my passion because making a living off the Arts is quite hard in here. You have to know someone who can "get you in" or beeing a professional boot-licker or work in the worst things ever, beeing completely stepped over and then you might ✨️MIGHT✨️ have a chance to do something true to yourself. And I wanted to be the argentinean Tim Burton, I knew nobody would've backed me up. So my aunt gave me an idea "why don't you try with Advertising? Many movie directors and writers began with Ads". So... off I went to Advertising School.

For those of you that don't know, Advertising is divided in 3 major branches: Accounting (the bridge between the Clients and the Agency), Media (the ones in charge of the budget and with the contacts to publish/play the ads everywhere) and Creativity (the ones that make the ads). I belong to the 3rd group and guess what? We're still thought off as an afterthought... as if making or writing for an ads campaing is something that is "easy", something that anybody can do. That we, the creatives, are just lazy people that every now and then receive a task, like anybody else would toss a bone to a dog, to "do something". To be fair, since I've never worked at an Agency I do not know if this kind of behaviour is present in them too... but all my classmates had this attitude and if they were meant to be the future of this profession, then I'm better off doing anything else but working as a Copywriter.

So here I am today, working as an Over the Phone Interpreter with over 20 stories locked in my head (and scribbled across many notepads and documents in my PC), too tired to write after work and trying not to sit on the computer on my free time because I spend the whole day, 5 days a week sitting in front of it. Still, sometimes I do get things done. My brain doesn't stop just because I have no time or because I'm tired. I know I'll get things done... eventually.

But Laurita, what does this have to do with anything?

This is my blog, I write what I want.

Context was needed.

As I said the whole "writing stories isn't serious enough" "it's too easy" "you can do something better" has been plaguing my life since day one. I was even able to see a glimpse of my favourite teacher's hopes and dreams for me crash in his eyes when I told him that I was studying to become an Advertising Creative. (I'm pretty sure all my teachers thought I would become one of them, or a doctor, or a lawyer, maybe even a scientist).

People!... Telling stories is important!

I dare to say that ours is the oldest profession (not the other one 😏) because whenever a lesson had to be taught, or something needed explanation, there was someone ready to tell a story about it.

Telling stories was never just entertainment. People seems to forget that even the silliest fairytale was meant to leave something behind with their audience. For ages my family and I wondered about the Magic Fish, a russian folckloric tale (a very lazy young man goes fishing in the ice for once in his life and catches the magic fish that promises that if he lets him go, he'll grant any wish he has. The guy ends up living in a palace made of gold and marrying a princess) and then it hit me: it was not the story itself... but the posibility of making many kids go fishing in the ice hoping to catch the Magical Fish that will grant them any wish. Well done, slavic people, well done 👏🏻👏🏻

I do not understand the constant dissmissal of our craft. Well... yes I do. People think it is easy because we make it easy for them. What's the point of creating something inaccessible? Why would anybody need to have a Post Doctorate in whatever field to understand a comic, a joke or a novel? We turn dozens (if not hundreds) of different concepts that fly through our minds into something understandable to anybody.

I watch Cinema Therapy where both hosts analize the psychology behind stories and characters. It is all in plain sight, we all know that Indiana Jones is resiliant, that Aragorn is a non-toxic man... but do you know how my family reacts when I tell them about any of their videos? "Isn't that reading too much into things? It's just a story, it's fantasy!"

It is a story, it is fantasy... but in order for it to work it has to be grounded in reality. Otherwise no-one would feel a thing for any of them!

And who does the dirty work? We do. We have to come up with real non-existent people so their fantastical escape is a good one. One that will make them forget their worries, one that might break their heart in a thousand pieces but carefully put it back with the warmest and stickyest-sweet glue you can find.

Oh! You know who killed the victim before the detective? That's because we feed you the clues so you can participate too.

Whenever my teammates in college had a "creativity attack" and started shooting ideas for ads, I'd step in to tell them why it would be impossible for us to use them (or at least why they didn't worked at all). They would get angry, of course, so I'd suggest them to do it themselves and what was their answer? "You do it, you are the creative one" So you make up your mind, buddy, either you trust me or not. You cannot have it both ways.

People doesn't realise the power that we hold, they think that we just come up with anything off of thin air. They ignore our investigations, how we observe the world and learn from it. They ignore our minds but get surprised even with the most obvious plot-twist (as it happened to mom, I told her something that was going to happen on her soap opera -so the bar was very low- and when it did happened she was like "how did you know?" I was tempted of answering with a "I'm a writer, I see what they are doing" but I just said "because it was obvious" If I actually tried to explain to her how I came up with that she would've thought that I needed help 😵‍💫). We accumulate knowledge like a dragon hoards gold. Anything is useful, anyone is useful. Don't make us turn you into a villan for our book or movie.

But still... we always get short-handed, stepped on, underappreciated.

We are the weirdos, the ones that live with their heads in the clouds, the "lazy" ones that spend their whole day on the computer "doing nothing" and can't close deals or use brute strenght to do their job. The ones that make up imaginary things hence things that have no value.

We know that it's not true. We know that we deserve better.

We had enough of that.

That's why we strike.

[your-sweet-cookies]

What are your biggest rp pet peeves?

Message from Mun: I don't really have many pet peeves when it comes to RP, since I'm usually the type of person who does their best to focus on the positive aspects of the community. But I will admit that there are a few that can sometimes even get to me, and I'll write a few down:

People who don't read your rules - there is a good reason why Muns even take the time to write these special specifications lists labeled as "Rules". If it weren't something important, we wouldn't bother with writing them in the first place, so please, read them!

Lack of communication - There are soo many misunderstandings and conflicts that could've been avoided between people if only they would communicate more. It pains me seeing my friends being hurt by others because of something that could've been avoided if only people would talk more between one another before jumping to random conclusions. So please people: proper communication is key! Use this ability we've been invested with by nature!

Meme asks sent just for the sake of sending something in the hopes of getting something in return and then never coming to read the answers - One of the reasons why nowadays I kind of take a long time writing answers to meme asks is because I don't really have the same motivation I used to have in the past. This is due to a lack of confirmation if the other party is even going to read the reply. As one might see, I do try to keep an equal length between the answers I deliver, so that people don't feel discriminated, and the answers end up being usually long in length, so it's a bit disheartening spending half an hour or more on a single reply, only for it to be never read. I'm not expecting meme posts to turn into threads, but at least leave a like as a sign that you at least acknowledged the answer and that there's a chance you hopefully read it.

"Highschool clique" - This is a phrase referring to the phenomena of people interacting only with a small group of people and ignoring everyone else trying to interact with them. This can lead to people exclusion and creates a toxic environment for the community. Let's try to be more friendly and open to one another and not act like highschoolers, since we're adults after all!

People ignoring your asks/deleting them without further notice - There have been many instances in which I would put effort into writing a long ask (either in order to start a thread or continue one), only for it to never be answered without a proper reason. If you don't like the topic/direction I might've taken, please for the love of God, just send me a DM or answer that ask privately, letting me know why you'd not want to answer it and what should I send instead. Ghosting my messages, threads and asks only hurts me and makes me feel anxious and insecure about my writing and whether or not you like me as a RP partner and want to continue our threads/interactions.

And Lastly, my biggest pet peeve of them all: People ghosting your threads! This one's similar to the previous one in my list, but it's somewhat more hurtful because it kinda sends the clear message of "I grew tired of you, so I'll just abandon our stuff without a proper reason or explanation." It's just painful, especially if said person then never messages you again in DMs either and you're just left hanging in there indefinitely, wondering if there's even a point or not into initiating further interactions. This somehow comes back to the point about communication too, because things would be much different if the party involved would at least send a DM letting you know that "hey, I still wanna write with you, but that old thread doesn't tickle my fancy anymore, let's try something else!". Trust me, sending a DM explaining stuff DOES make a HUGE difference and it's far better than ghosting someone!

[starlightkun]

omg omg omg okay so im like in the middle of my final exams before im done with highschool but i need to tell you all about the fics that you have been releasing because wOW.

okay BUZZER BEATER

GOD THOSE TWO ARE SO FLUFFY. i dont have chronic illness but the way you described it just reminds me of starting adhd meds where i had to take so many pills at random intervals during the day and felt awful 24/7 and how im afraid that going into uni, people are going to ask for my meds for recreational purposes (which makes me so mad btw cause like i need meds to live dont ask for medication that is in limited supply so you can get lit but anyways). But yeah i didn't know that much about migraines other than the fact that its terrible but yeah the way you wrote mc was so beautiful and relatable and im just so sorry that you have to be burdened by these migraines and spend so much time and energy managing it. The way you wrote sungchan though was beautiful. his character is absolutely the most pure and loving guy (whilst also being a loserboy) and the fact that he did not question or judge or put pressure on mc ever was so healing. just watching him be so open with his affection and just blatantly pine for mc without any reservations about it makes me really want a sungchan of my own now. I just want a cute, sweet, uncomplicated, loserboy so i can just live my life in both sickness and health and not be judged by what hurdles my body choses to throw at me today (my psychiatrist was saying my stomach is just really sensitive so thats why ive been going through hell which is sucky but at least i have answers and know what to avoid lmao). But yeah thank you for writing something so beautiful about an experience that i felt so alone in having, because now i feel less guilty about struggling with my own health and most importantly less alone.

now onto Dr Magic!

dear lord jesus if i felt seen by buzzer beater, ive never felt more out of my depths by Dr Magic. Its such a hilarious fic and renjun and mc are both so insane and crazy but in a way thats realistic (i go to one of the top high schools in australia and there are people here who are so dedicated to school the same way renjun and mc). The way renjun just wants mc to spit in his mouth, I swear ive met boys like that too. also the steamy makeout sesh?! soft renjunnie with caring and dominant reader who asks for consent?! mc is so sexy for that, i love her. Also! your description of renjun wearing a yellow hoodie, jeans and a red cap was so scrumptious that i embodied mc in that moment and wanted to eat him whole also. the scene where renjun owns up to the mean things he said to mc whilst mc talks about spitting in his mouth in front of TEN?! shes so confident and strong despite being hurt and i love that for her. i really love how in your fics, you mix humor with maturity to create such well rounded works that really celebrate being wild and having fun whilst also being a grown and mature person. just like you, i could never be renjun and mc but im happy for them and what they have.

side note: thank you for being pro palestine, i know being pro palestine is a simple thing and a low bar to set for myself in finding good people in the world, but with all the people in power and celebrities (cough eric nam cough) publicly supporting the genocide that is happening, im very glad to find others who see the horrors for what it is.

-✨anon

yeah i will always be anti-genocide and anti-apartheid ethnostates, and it truly does boggle my mind to see people support that??? somehow???? but seeing all the pro palestine demonstrations and protests and posts all over does give me hope to hold onto

rest of my response to ur lovely feedback under the cut to not make this post any longer lol <33

BUZZER BEATER!!!!

i also want my own loserboy sungchan so bad 🤧🤧 he was just so perfect in that one ugh. im glad that u were still able to see urself in some of the mc (tho im NOT glad that ur having side effect trouble w ur meds, sending out my love as a fellow tummy trouble side effect haver 🫶). and yeah i rlly wanted my bb sungchan to be not necessarily a himbo per se (bc imo u have to be like BUFF and stupid and sweet, i.e, kronk from emperor's new groove, and alas, sungchan is not built like wonho im not that delusional) but he is at least a big (read: tall), sweet, not quite dumb but not as academically rigorous in the same way as mc, jock who is used to kind of following the same script when in that college "talking phase" with a girl (a little bit of flirting, parties, inviting her to a game maybe, buying her a drink, etc.) bc it's safe and he rlly likes reader so he doesn't want to mess it up but then he realizes that he has to throw it all out bc reader can't actually do like most of that and is like ok. new plan. and ends up just fully embracing his pining, soft loserboy self and how down bad he is for reader. ugh i love him 💗💗💗

dr_magic2303!!!!

i would greatly admire, respect, and fear in equal measure anybody who feels seen by dr_magic2303 lmao. like good for u but COULDN'T BE ME!!! like some of the bits of mc's hyperfixation on her personal projects and that raw hunger for knowledge (as opposed to being the best) was modeled after my own hyperfixations and kind of manic flow states that i get with my adhd (i've yet to put up a conspiracy board in my apartment but i do routinely feel like the pepe silvia meme from it's always sunny) but i have not been a neurotic overachieving academic since jr yr of high school thank god! 4 years of cognitive behavioral therapy and a lot of anti-depressants cured me of that. this is coming from a former gifted kid lmao.

when i knew that i wanted this fic to take the this route (renjun getting consensually dosed up w siren venom) i knew i wanted there to be some form of a convo like that. like consent is sexy!!! and making sure ppl r being taken care of when they're consensually giving up and transferring power for a limited time (with or without the use of magical aphrodisiacs) is sexy!!! aftercare is sexy!!! (even tho renjun threw reader out before they could rlly finish that part but u know) and i rlly hope that came across in that scene

reader talking about spitting in renjun's mouth in front of ten isn't THAT weird for sirens (reader and ten were JUST talking about ten's nipple rings and their lack of sex lives like five seconds earlier in that same convo so like yknow) but ten could obviously tell that there was something a lot deeper going on than just some casual saliva swapping between pals so that's why he left lmao

as always thank you sm for your ask and your feedback on my fics 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 good luck with the end of school you got this b 💗💗💗💗

[cassiopeia-mori]

please like. touch grass.

alright, start up the clown music!

why are you being so aggressive man? want people to take your side? dont be such a damn asshole to a kid lol

"First of all, a key thing is missing from these dms, and that’s her “kiss mate” literally told Kaz/Puffyy he can vent to her, and yet this is presented as him just going after her….when that’s not fucking true"

what're the quotes for? kissmate is a gender-neutral term for girlfriend or boyfriend lol you weirdo

secondly, just bc you allow someone to vent to u, does not mean u have to become their goddamn therapist. its clear here kaz was literally venting to this child VERY often, enough to harm their own mental health severely. an adult has access to PLENTY of care that shouldnt only come from a kid. he IS going after THEM, THEM, TAMMY USES THEY/THEM, by only venting TO THEM.

"Kaz (who I’m just going to keep referring him as) has brought up his mental illnesses before….but A) that hardly has happened and B) was only done when it was relevant to the conversation or situation ….he never suddenly went “Oh actually I’m autistic so you better be nice with me”"

his mental illnesses are very public and not an excuse. i am autistic and depressed, that does not mean i get to abuse people!! you are DANGEROUS if you think this is an excuse.

"Now for the accusations…out of context, yes this looks like he’s just randomly accusing them for random shit….but that’s the thing, that’s without context, which is not given here in the slightest….why? Because it dare paints Oka here in a bad light."

full context screenshots are in the reblogs, showing this was unprompted, and also, this is tammy. not oka. if ur gonna be an ass at least be an ass to the right guy. LMAO

"she refuses to let go of situations till it ends up going in her way…kinda like what she’s doing right now with this post….and she will keep on going, and going, and going, AND GOING, becoming actual harassment to the users that wronged her…and yes, I said users, as it’s not Kaz who gets this harassment….a good few other users on CS have had their own personal stories that dealt with Oka, so if you think she’s just an innocent little girl….you’re beyond wrong"

sorry that a 13 year old refuses to let go of an abuser traumatizing their partner and getting away with it??? like, she keeps bringing it up because of dickwads like you CONSTANTLY, and i mean CONSTANTLY, bringing this shit up, constantly harassing her, constantly bullying her and tammy, CHILDREN who were HURT AND ABUSED BY AN ADULT FUCKING MAN. please use your brain. she's acting in self defense. dont want her to be angry at you? shut the fuck up!!!!!! woah!!!!!!!!!! oka has done some things wrong, but let us not forget that she was 12-13 when this took place, and tammy was ELEVEN. when they met kaz. we blaming prepubescent kids for being abused? damn!!!

"And you know what’s the best part of that post Kaz made being taken out of context? THE GOD FOR SAKEN CONTEXT IS WITHIN THE POST! But nooooooo, let’s ignore the fact she constantly harassed him and refuses to leave situations alone"

lets also ignore the fact that kaz repeatedly told TAMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!! that he was gonna khs. a 17 year old threatening suicide to a 12 year old for daring to help him, hoo boy, wow, they're such a terrible person!! i hate this child so much!!!!

"Oh….and that sexualizing minors thing? The so called “minors”……ARE FUCKING ADULTS

KAZ IS A DIE HARD FAN OF THE GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE FROM SO HE’D KNOW WHO IS AND ISN’T AN ADULT, AND THE TWO IN THE COMIC….ARE….ADULTS!"

they're highschoolers in canon and even if he ages them up they still use their base under 18 sprites

"KAZ EVEN FUCKING TRIED TO EXPLAIN THIS TO OKA, BUT THIS IS CLEAR EVIDENCE THAT SHE DIDN’T LISTEN (or she did, but chose to ignore that EXTREMELY KEY DETAIL)"

aging up is also not an excuse for sexualization! you can age up for like, aus that need them to be adults, but aging them up to make them have implied sex, while not illegal, is weird as hell! and she is very valid in thinking this!

"And also, ironic she’s saying the site owner isn’t taking accountability for their actions…..when she herself never did, the most she gave were pitty sorries, even though she did so much damage to so many people…especially the one she’s trying to frame here"

oh so kaz's sorries are all SO GENUINE, but hers arent? okay thought police. kaz traumatized kids, oka got mad at a couple of people for excusing it. woah, are you so TRAUMATIZED because some girl you hardly know is DEFENDING HERSELF??? grow up.

"If you guys honest to God believe all of this shit she’s making up…then idk what to say"

again, this is tammy! literally learn to read <3

these are proven screenshots dawg learn to read x2

"@puff-yy I wish that she will learn to actually cut it out and stop dragging this shit out even longer"

kaz, maybe you should stop threatening suicide constantly on main and calling oka and tammy bitches, narcs, several other things, and maybe i'll say youre not dragging it out, butcha are!!! and so are you, random velvet guy!

"and Oka, you better learn to stop trying to make things go your way, because that’s all you ever do anymore…things are never going to go your way all the time, and you need to live with that, and live with the fact that you can be in the wrong and live with never bringing shit up from the past for no good reason, keep your thoughts to yourself…and you wouldn’t have been in this very situation…"

waa waa!!! this child who was abused and the abuser got away PUNISHMENT FREE until THREE HOURS AGO is upset they were TRAUMATIZED AND ABUSED by AN ADULT MAN!!!!

things didnt go her way. a horrible person went unpunished until TODAY, people like you are constantly and disgustingly bullying, harassing, and overall being TERRIBLE people to her

and KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS TO YOURSELF???? do you WANT kaz to abuse more children? do you LOVE when children are abused? god, you're depraved????

also quit being the fucking joker dude you sound like kaz on an alt.

tl;dr learn to read, take a step back, touch grass, and stop bullying two children who were abused

Hello Everyone.

You might know a user going by the username @puff-yy and might know them personally.

Today I am going to call out both him and @syrupyy

As you know, Kaz is someone with mental illnesses, depression, autism. Maybe more but I personally do not know, he has used these mental illnesses as a scapegoat before.

He mentally abused my kissmate, guilttripped them, and then tossed them to the side once they saw through his bullshit.

For context: On Cs: (Comic studio) I sexted a man named Jay. At that time I was twelve and he was 14, he mentioned that he felt like he could talk to me about anything and that I was hot, so I talked to him about explicit topics, eventually leading him to ask me to sext him (He had a girlfriend at that time btw)

He was defending this man and yada-yada-yada things led to another. Now this man (Kaz) is SEVENTEEN.

He was accusing me and my kissmate (Both thirteen) of being the cause of one of his suicide attempts, villainiziers, and more.

I can TELL you. None of us tried to make him hang himself, we would never do this.

He has done this with me also, and also has twisted others users words.

Voynich (Not disclosing their user) has spoken out (Like a true hero amen amen.) and told him that the reason of his suicide attempts would probably be

Topic 2: Sexualizing minors.

I don't know alot of danganronpa 2 lore, but I am aware that Nagito and Kazuichi are minors. He made this comic,

He then used the excuse of the avatars being a minor but the real life people are not, which is gross???

Now moving on.

You all know what comic studio is, yes?

The comic making website, well it's not all good as you think.

The moderation team is mostly made up of minors, long story short. Moderation is eh, my friends got banned for making a mod mad (They threw themselves into the crossfire)

And also, Syrupyy is terribly biased.

When given suggestions (By my kissmate) he basically throws them to the side and disregards them, he keeps going on and on about how cs is bad for my mental health but does not take action for anything.

He unbanned Jay because he apologized, I guess.

He is a terrible siteowner/mod by experience.

@Puff-yy if you see this. I did warn you, your downfall was going to come, and you wouldn't get away with what you did.

[taro-im]

hi could you do a when the haikyuu boys confess to you as a prank/joke then tell you with suna angst to fluff

when the haikyuu boys confess to you as a prank/joke then tell you…

You ask and shall receive✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Suna x reader

angst to fluff

link to Atsumus version

both of you are third years in this

600+ words

You and Suna in the beginning went for each other’s throats, both of you did not got along, but somehow in the end during first year of Highschool you both got along so well that you didn’t even know why you both hated each other

He is very sarcastic towards you, and your always sarcastic towards him both of you know that each of you are just joking, but sometimes his jokes hurt and sometimes your jokes hurt him too, it’s now your last year of Highschool you matured since first year and one big shocking thing is that you have a crush on Suna Rintaro, you don’t know why maybe it’s because he’s the only person you can act like an idiot towards and be mean around him without him getting offended, or maybe it was because inside he was actually nice and that he’s really cute, well it’s all of the above

“Sunaaa when ya gonna get a girlfriend?” Atsumu said teasing him “I think nows not the right time” Suna said tying his shoes “or is it because ya don’t have the guts to ask out ya precious y/n” Atsumu said with a smirk “I told you I don’t like her dumbass and she doesn’t like me like that” Suna scoffed “oh yeah? Ask her out and see her reaction and since yer don’t want to take it far just tell her a random excuse ” he said snickering “what do I get in the end?” Suna said intrigued “ya can have my lunches for a week” he said sighing “deal”

It’s now the end of practice you decided to go see Suna to borrow his notes when you were walking towards the gym Suna and Atsumu were talking “shhh y/n is here!” Atsumu said laughing “ugh” Suna said nervous

“hey y/n chan” Atsumu said putting his arm around your shoulder, “hi Tsumu” you said with a smile “y/n guess what Suna wants ta say somethin to ya!” He said yelling across the room for everyone to hear especially your crush Suna Rintaro “what is it rin?” You said nervous “y/n can we talk in private?” He said “y-yeah sure” you said hiding your red tinted face

Both of you walked out of the room in awkward silence “so what is it rin?” “I really like you y/n” he said face red “what are you saying?” You said nervous “I like you more than a friend, I like you as someone I see romantically” he said every word getting quieter “s-so your being serious?” You said heart doing backflips and face red “I would never lie about this y/n” he said feeling guilty because he was doing this for a bet “I like you too Rintaro” you said touching his hand “I’m glad to hear that” he said with a sigh of relief pulling you into a hug “so what do we do now?” Both of you said together then laughed but his laugh was full of guilt , you never thought he would of felt the same way towards you but guess what dreams do come true

Both of you went back into the gym and you could see Atsumu laughing “so how’s the two love birds doin?” Atsumu said laughing and the whole volleyball team was looking at the both of you intrigued on what was happening “nothing happened?” Suna said backing away from you “so ya two official now ?” Atsumu said patting Suna’s back like an old man “ye-“ you said getting cut off by Suna “no we aren’t” he said bluntly “what do you mean rin?” You said knowing somethings wrong “y/n we aren’t together” he said taking another step away from you “what do you mean?… then what was that earlier?” You said now hurt “y/n that was a prank… I shouldn’t of let it go that far” he said not looking at you in the eyes

“so it was a prank?” You said in a verge of tears… calm down y/n he always does pranks and jokes towards you… don’t be overwhelmed by this, this is just how the both of you are “y-yeah I’m sor-“ he said getting caught off guard by you laughing “haha oh my god I thought I couldn’t hold it in anymore I knew something was up” you said faking your most best laugh and smile “wait your serious?” Suna said eyes wide opened on what is happening “ha yeah don’t worry Suna it’s ok I’ve known you for of four years of course I know when somethings up, well now I gotta go” you said running out of the gym, when you were running out Atsumu noticed the tears rolling down your face… he knew you were lying, everyone in the room was in shocked at what happened, you felt mortified on what happened, you should of known it was a joke after all it is Suna Rintaro you know almost everything about him

Luckily it was Friday when he did that too you, you didn’t go on your phone you were too scared to see is he texted you so you didn’t, you remembered all the mean and negative jokes he said about you, you don’t think those were jokes anymore you think those are insults now you took them way too close to heart, you thought you were special suddenly you remembered on all the inside jokes the both of you had… you wanted to get over him on that Friday night but you couldn’t sleep all you could do was silently cry and think about all the things the both of you did together

It’s now a Monday it’s time to face the music, you took the whole weekend to reflect and to try to act normal around him “just let these feelings fade away” you kept on repeating the same thing again and again till that’s the only thing you could think of, while that was happening Suna for no reason felt a pain in his chest he was thinking about you, he can’t believe that your not mad at him and that you could act so casual about it, he’s angry at himself that he treats you like that and your still friend with him, he tried contacting you but you didn’t answer, of course he knew.. he was in the wrong and expected you to do that

now math class he finally got to see you, you sat by the window and he sat in the middle of the classroom, you and him would always pass notes too each other during that class and get in trouble, today he noticed your beautiful hair getting blown by the little waves of wind, your persed lips from focusing, the way you were looking at the board, your fingers that fidgeted with the eraser you were holding, at that moment his heart was throbbing with pain, guilt, and yearning for you

He passed a note too you, he looked at you to see if you were going to respond but you didn’t… you just looked at the note for a few seconds and threw it into your backpack, he could tell you were angry you would never ignore his notes “psst pls pass another too y/n” he said whispering to the girl next to him, this happned but you still didn’t respond

“Y/n why weren’t you responding too my notes” he said blocking the door exit so you couldn’t leave “Suna san I was focusing on the notes don’t you remember? We have a test next week you should pay attention too” you said going under his arm and leaving … since when did you call him Suna? Since middle school when you both didn’t really knew each other, that was the moment he knew what he did was wrong, he tried confronting it too you but you would always say you were okay, him and you became distance towards each other, he would always try to find you in school but you were always busy doing something

It’s been three months of him and you being distant, he was too nervous to reach out to you, and you were busy doing your own healing maybe you were being over dramatic but your feelings for him need to fade, during those months he missed you he hides his feelings for you in the past but now his feelings for you were stronger but it’s just that he had no hope of you two going back to normal he regrets doing that too you, you didn’t show up to their volleyball games, you barely texted him or hanged out with him, you were just distant, till today you were bored so you went too one of there matches by surprise, immediately he saw you in the crowd his heart skipped a beat, the past few games he was not doing so well because it was lack of sleep from thinking about you, you and him both made direct eye contact through the crowd

His team and him won the match, you decided to go out but guess what Suna ran to you dripping sweat to stop you “wait-“ he said out of breath “hi Suna san calm down what’s wrong? You should go take a breather” you said concerned “no this is more important” he said grabbing your hand walking outside “Suna calm down” you said stopping “y/n please hear me out” he said touching your shoulder “what is it Suna?” You said confused “i miss you y/n.. I shouldn’t of did that too you in front of anyone, I was just to caught up in the moment” he said looking you in the eyes “your seriously still talking about this Suna? I don’t know why the hell your bringing this up” you said trying to walk away holding your anger “no that’s not what I mean, I’m sorry I’m just not good at words!” He said “then what is it you want to say” you said with an angered face “y/n l/n, I love you, I’ve loved you since second year but I didn’t want to ruin our bond that we have, I’m so sorry y/n I understand if you hate me” he said getting quieter and quieter “your not joking right, like on that day right Suna? Your not joking right?” You said face red accidentally repeating the same words “y/n I swear I’m not lying” he said looking at you “I love you too.. but if this is another joke then-” you said but getting cut off by him kissing you on the lips “I love you y/n please don’t leave me again” he said sighing from relief then giving you another kiss on the lips “I love you too Rintaro”

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

I love modern au. Or any “everything is fine, no one died, it’s just a fever dream” au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. That’s not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! I’ve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support 💕💕 I hope things are going better for you and you’re doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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Diluc

Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeya’s presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He can’t prove it just yet but he’s working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logistics’ management, fia- he majors everything business related. He’s going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if he’s the only candidate. He’s actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily “Diluc recharge” evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.

“Don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee,” except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and that’s his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesn’t mind her but if he see’s Kaeya, it’s full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.

He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldn’t this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it get’s printed in the university’s newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.

“When I graduate I’m going to burn this school down to the ground. That’s not a threat it’s a promise.”

Ningguang

Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, she’s in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.

Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, that’s mine now. If she’s not with Beidou and you planning on “how to infiltrate the state government just for lols”, then she’s with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyone’s search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos. 

She’s probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. She’s the scariest person on campus. But secretly she’s popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she can’t put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. You’re seriously concerned for her when she get’s challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow get’s alcohol poisonings she’ll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.

"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."

Kaeya

One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say “I am the manager” and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. He’s secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is it’s the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone.  

He’s apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, he’s dedicated to his job ok? 

The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is “okay” but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that it’s his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished. 

“I was taught how to lead not to read.”

Mona

Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title “Broke Wallet #1″...

Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because “star reading” is not an academic source.

Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling people’s fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.

You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. She’s waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways. 

“Its not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.”

Venti

Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. He’s a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, he’ll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. He’s banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.

Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say it’s apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what he’s doing? 

He’s honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?

He’s been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says “lol I look ugly today.” and he’ll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he get’s banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.

"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."

Childe

An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly he’s studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. You’re scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out. 

This man really knows the way to a Zhongli’s woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when he’s basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you can’t help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write “whoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeral’s tournament, they will get my fortune.”. 

Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.

"IM NOT TOO SPICY! I’M A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!”

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God if it isn’t Scaramouche, it’s Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isn’t even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeya’s ass cheeks alerting the guards.

This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My reply’s are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful 💕💕 )

[omiscurls]

haikyuu!! characters as bed sharing AU’s

taken of pinterest!

characters in question: kiyoomi sakusa, miya atsumu, kenma kozume, suna rintaro, tobio kageyama, kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keiji

kiyoomi sakusa - the “you have too much nightmares, let me try this method on you”

When you look at Sakusa, you wouldn’t guess any of his weaknesses... well except for one maybe

He always speaks so confidently, if he doesn’t feel secure, he just doesn’t speak

So even if you’ve been their manager for... several years, you still know as much about this man’s weaker sides as if you met him yesterday, or even less. 

The surprise on your face when you binge watched a series at night, and you suddenly felt the scream definitely coming from outside your headphones was indescribable 

Was the room next to yours... Sakusa’s?

you thought nothing of it, but night after night, you heard a lot more, you heard crying, ventilating, calling out random names, and finally you decided that not only is this interrupting your sleep, it’s not healthy for the wing spiker either

come on, the next day is game day, he has to be on his best abilities 

nobody wants to deal with grumpy kiyoomi, nobody has the guts

so you remember a method your friend has told you about that their s/o uses on them 

it took a lot of courage, but there you are, about to knock on his door... 

Sakusa flinched hearing knocks on his door. That definitely wasn’t just a comeback from a dream. Someone’s knocking on his door. Was he being too loud? Did he wake someone up? He prays that it’s just someone wanting something, even if it’s around 2AM, and who on earth would want someone at 2AM. 

Normally he would’ve been pissed off, but now he wished for this scenario to come true. 

He put on a hoodie before opening the door, since it was cold outside the sheets, besides, who wants to see him in his underwear, right? Especially if it’s marvel themed-

The look on his face when he sees his crush on the other side of the door is priceless. He can practically feel his face going all red. 

“Can I help you?” he clears his throat and says lazily, pretending to be annoyed by the fact you allegedly woke him up, even though the tears still flow down his cheeks. 

“No, but I can help you” you say, just as embarrassed as he is, and it doesn’t help when he raises his eyebrows like that, so you quickly add “That is, if you like, please feel comfortable to tell me to piss off if I’m being too much, but I have a friend with a problem simmilar to yours and I just...”

“Okay, I’m listening” he interrupts, causing you to look up at him. 

When you explain the idea to him, he’s more than pessimistic, he’s laughing in your face, mumbling something about how he thanks you for your concern, but... 

You took the opportunity that you’re both sitting on his bed, and just lay on your back. 

“Come on, just try” 

“No!” he answers almost immediately, but, as he’s also a man of logic... 

He really has to be on his best tomorrow, and you’re his only hope at the moment. He reluctantly lays down next to you, and your hand guides his face near your neck. 

“Fine, but only so you stop with this idea already. It’s not gonna work.”

You’re both extremely out of your comfort zones, but you’re slowly adjusting. You feel him nuzzle closer, and your hair just instinctly lands in his hair, curling one little curl on your finger. 

His showergel smells amazing, by the way. It puts you to sleep instantly, but you know you can’t be the one to pass out first. After a while of silence, you ask him if his trial run has expired already, but there’s no response. His breath evens out, and you’re too afraid to stir away far enough to check if his eyes are closed. 

“Kiyoomi? Are you asleep?” you ask, but again, there’s no response. 

Oh well. 

The next morning he’s so embarrassed that the idiotic idea worked, he can’t even look you in the eyes at breakfast. 

atsumu miya as “you’ve been so dejected lately i feel too bad to leave you alone at night” 

He didn’t ask for this at all, but yet you ended up being his roommate. 

A roommate who was recently going through an extemely tough time. 

Seriously, even he feels bad seeing you all in tears all the time, mindless look and not paying attention to anything

Even though you weren’t each other’s favorite people in the world before, you ended up getting closer over the fact that he was the only one to see you at the worst moments

You hated that, but what can you do, there’s no safer place to cry in than your dorm

And even though he kinda made fun of it at first, the longer it kept going, the more concerned he’d get

It got to a point where he literally wouldn’t leave you alone 

While still pretending not to like you, of course

Have you eaten? Have you drank something? Have you even left your bed today? How long did you sleep last night? Not at all? You idiot, start taking care of yourself. 

You dumbass, you dummy, you moron, you absolute fricking mess

Some of your friends consider him your boyfriend, judging from the messages you get from him

“Dummy, there’s a granola bar in your bag, better eat it” “Hey idiot, I had to run to practice early today. Are you feeling less shitty than yesterday?” 

He noticed that, as it is logical, your mood proggressively gets worse as you get tired 

And that you actually learned how to cry without sobbing so you don’t wake him up, how thoughtful of you

Well your mistake, now you have an 80kg volleyball player over you. 

“Atsu, what’re you doing?” you ask in a tired voice, covering your face with a pillow. 

“You’re crying.” he states bluntly, staring at you like a four-year-old. 

“Observant, are we?”

“Hey. Dumbass. You didn’t cry for so long already, what happened?” he whispers, sitting by your side, and you can’t mumble words, feeling so ashamed you want to disappear. You fall on your back and pretend not to notice the question. 

He sighs audiably. 

“Alright then, just know you brought this on yourself” he states, and before you can ask why, he’s already laying beside you. 

“W-what’re you doing?” you scream-whisper, right into his blonde hair, and he shivers at the feeling. 

“I’m comforting you, isn’t it obvious, you moron?” he hisses. “Although, I can see my mistake now” he states, and you think he’s gonna go back to his own bed, but no, he grabs you by the waist and rolls over, so now you lay on top of him, flustered as ever, thankful for the light being off, at least he doesn’t see your tomato-like face. 

“But- Atsumu, please go to your own bed” you plea, but he shakes his head, eyes already closed. 

“Nu-uh” he answers “Yours is more comfy, anyway” he jokes, making you chuckle through the tears. 

He puts his hand on the back of your head and puts it on his chest. 

“Goodnight, dipshit” he whispers, and you manage to fall alseep listening to the steady beat of his heart. 

No tears, he’d feel them anyway. 

kenma kozume as “the heater broke and i’m cold as hell, can you come here?”

this should not have happened

the guy looks miserable

but, you see, he’s doesn’t have the biggest amount of muscles in his body, his not as ripped as his highschool friends

body fat? also no, he’s a skinny, fairly tall boy who gets cold really easily

for real, he’s wearing a hoodie at all times, and in winter, he looks like a shell of himself

so you’re over at Kuroo’s house on a New Year’s party

the party ended like an hour ago, everyone is asleep

(Lev’s gonna be so dead when Yaku wakes up and finds the tall guy’s head on his stomach) 

you’re almost sound asleep in Kuroo’s guest bedroom, so gracefully given to you by the host

the only other person in the room is Kenma, who originally slept in Kuroo’s room together with his best friend, but got annoyed by the weird questions him and Bokuto kept asking

so he asked you if he can sleep on the couch in the room 

why wouldn’t you say yes? 

earlier that night Kuroo burnt pizza in the oven, so you all opened almost every window in the house to get the smell to leave

and kinda forgot to close the ones in the bedrooms

but no worries, you have a radiator

...right? 

why is the radiator set on the highest temperature and still stone cold? 

well, doesn’t matter, you can just wrap yourself in the heavy sheets

Kenma, on the other hand, only has a small blanket

And since it’s a party, he’s wearing a shirt, not a hoodie 

The boy’s freezing 

“Hey, are you asleep?” you hear a very quiet whisper coming from the couch. 

“Thought you’re here cause you couldn’t stand the chit-chat, Kenma?” you ask with a grin on your face. 

“Yeah, right. Sorry.” he mumbles and you hear him shift in his spot, visibly annoyed by the circummstances. There’s a moment of silence, in which he can feel his face almost burn down from embarrassment. 

Oh, my god, you sound like you’re annoyed with him here. Areyou? Come on, tell him you aren’t. He should just let you sleep. 

But does he really want to spend the rest of his night feeling his feet hurt from cold? Fuck, Kuroo, you and your stupid pizza. 

He gets up, tightly wrapped in his blanket, and checks the radiator. 

“It’s definitely broke” he sighs, touching the cold surface, and turns back to the couch, falling on it face down, letting out a groan. 

You giggle at his action, and he opens his eyes immediately, hearing the sound of your voice. 

“Kenma... I offered you the bed once already, it’s warmer” you start, but he raises his hand and shakes it in a disagreeing gesture. 

“No no, please, don’t worry” he mumbles against the couch, trying to ignore the, ironically, burning sensation in his legs. Is this a bedroom or is this Antarctica?

“Oh, come on” you say, opening the sheets. “We don’t want you to freeze, do we now?” 

Oh my god, what did you do. There’s so much thoughts racing through his mind right now. Should he do it? It sounds so nice... But should he really?

Fuck it, he thinks, you’re offering, he can’t turn down an offer from you. 

He lazily walks over to the bad and lays down next to you, at a reasonable distance, only to hear you laugh again. He spares you an annoyed glance, and you shake your head slightly, rolling over next to him, covering him with the sheets you have wrapped around yourself so tightly, and using his chest as a pillow. 

Hold on, that’s not what he signed up for. Why are you... How...? 

He hesitantly and gently puts his arm around you, relaxing his body, the scent of your shampoo making him slightly dizzy. 

Please don’t notice how fast his heart is racing. This is fine. It doesn’t mean anything, he can promise. 

rintaro suna as “hey dude, i hear cuddling helps you sleep, wanna try?”

the most chill person out there 

literally you would never have guessed how nervous he was before asking you 

it’s  just another week, another game and another hotel you are all staying in 

and fate is definitely on his side today, since his bedroom is literally next door to yours

he got to your door and left without doing anything about three times before he eventually decided to be a man and knock

has a master plan in his mind

he’s gonna show you a website with an article about how cuddling (allegedly) makes you sleep better 

and he’s just gonna be so causal about it 

he’s just gonna knock, put on an emotionless smirk and ask you, just like he always does

but here’s the think, he’s not so chill on the outside

“how should I call them? their name? a pet name? bro? no, too much” 

but, he does end up knocking 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” you turn your head to the door to see a figure of Suna in only his underwear and an oversize t-shirt with the logo of some metal band. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” you ask, voice hoarse as you were already drifting off. 

“I read this super cool thing, wanna see?” he seems not to mind your comment, as he walks over to your bed and practically throws himself beside you, not minding you laying there, shoving his phone in your hands. 

“... help you fall asleep in just three minutes...” you’re mumbling under your breath as you read the headline. “Rin, this sounds so fake” you laugh, falling back on your pillows, as he sighs. 

“I wanna try, and it’s either you or Kita, and he gives me serial killer vibes” he mutters, earning yet another serie of laughter from you. 

But seeing the serious hint in his eyes, you lift your hands in surrendering gesture. 

“Go on with it, Mr Romantic” you state, watching in amusement as he groans at the comment and burries his face in your pillow. 

You’re sure this is him considering this mission a failed one and giving up, but then he looks up 

“Well, are you coming?” he asks completely serious, and you have nothing left to do than hug him and settle your face in the crook of his neck, not minding as his breathing lifts your hair from time to time and tingles your skin. 

Can someone feel your blush through their skin? You surely hope not. 

tobio kageyama as the almighty “the hotel room has only one king size bed and we need to share”

He never would’ve thought his teammates would betray him like this

What the hell do they mean there’s only two people rooms available and they’re all in pairs already

Honestly, primary school all over again

ugh

His perfectly happy to be sleeping alone, when he finds out you’re his roommate

this is fine tobio, don’t freak out

well he’s composed about it

a little bit of a “tch” and “well I guess there’s nothing we can do about it”

internally he’s a little girl now, but you never would’ve guessed judging by the annoyed grimace on his face

because how does it matter if you’re sleeping in the same room, it’s not like he was planning to run around naked, right?

it all changes once you press the card to open the room, and when he so gentleman-like lets you enter first, you find out there’s only one, big, king sized bed for couples exclusively

the only thing missing are rose petals and candles prepared for newlyweds

you try so so hard not to burst out laughing

when he enters, he becomes as white as the walls around

he can’t process this, what the fu-

bet he’s spending hours at the reception desk explaining it’s a huge mistake

unfortunately, these were the only rooms left, sorry not sorry, you’re sleeping together

and that brings you to the situation you’re in currently

He’s almost over the edge of making a wall of pillows between you two. You can’t help but feel a tiny bit offended by it, but you know he’s probably just super hyper embarrassed.

“Yama, who don’t you trust, me, or yourself?” you ask with a proud grin painting your lips as you sit on your side, sheets tucked around your waist, back rested on the wall behind you.

He gives you an annoyed glance, before answering:

“It’s not that”

Once he says that, he proceeds to somehow nestle himself in, but he looks like one of those dolls that come with a bedroom furnishing, almost lifeless, resting on his back with hands straight down his body, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Relax, will you?” you giggle “You have a game tomorrow, grumpy face”

He rolls his eyes.

You shake your head and turn off the light, mumbling a quiet goodnight, as you turn to your side and place a hand under your head, back facing Kageyama.

Well, this is gonna be a long night, or so you think, up until he falls asleep.

You can physically feel him move around, and you think that’s what’s keeping you awake.

It takes a while for you to realize the star valley ball player is getting unconsciously closer, up until you can feel his breath on your neck.

Ironically enough, it’s you who’s all stiff and nervous now, when suddenly you feel his arm go around your waist.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me” you mutter, but he shifts dangerously when you speak, so you have to give up side commentary.

You decided to tease him just a bit. He’s the one who’s gonna be flustered when he wakes up, you’re on a winning side by being awake.

You smile to yourself before shifting your body closer to his. He sighs contently, almost making you laugh.

Oh how you want him to wake up and see already.

tetsuro kuroo as “we fell asleep on the couch together and now my hand is in your hair and you’re breathing directly on my neck”

you’re over studying, or just helping him with something

the point is, you were working all day

at some point he suggests getting pizza

hell yeah, pizza

you order a little bit too much of it, but since you both are suckers for pizza, nobody can back up first

and as you know, people tend to get sleepy after they eat too much

he has a wide couch, so you can both lay beside each other without having to lay ON each other

and as you tend to get a little bit sleepy, you both shift to lay down instead of sitting, still focused on the work, though 

you don’t know why, you don’t know how but it just happens that you fall asleep

you obviously don’t see what happens after that, but Kuroo notices you asleep when he asks you multiple questions and you repeatedly don’t answer, he got it like around question number 4

“Lazy much, huh, sleeping beauty?” he mutters to himself, but smiles unconsciously as he glances at your stoic face 

and as if that subconsciously impacted his brain, soon enough he can’t find it in himself to keep his eyes open as well. 

Kuroo wakes up to an annoying pain in his neck, causing him to hiss and automatically  want to place his hand on the place that ached. Whoops, did he fall asleep on the couch again? Oh well, didn’t he have work to do? 

He lifts his hand as he wanted to, but suddenly he feels something shift beneath it, and when he looks down to see you, with your head rested on his chest, breathing slowly, a peaceful smile on your face. 

Your legs are tangled with his in some unexplicable manner, and as the man of logic he so obviously is, he can’t even begin to understand how that happened. 

Especially why his hand feels so in place, holding you by the waist, closer to himself, and the other one lost somewhere in your hair. 

You shift your head slightly up, and sigh contently, now breathing directly on the exposed part of his neck. He somehow manages to not shiver at the tingling sensation, getting more and more flustered by the second. 

His heart rate inscreases drastically, making him realize he’s stressed like he’d never been before, as he tries to make up his mind about whether to wake you up, gently push you off and let you rest, or maybe stay in place. 

He feels attracted to the last one, but knows it’d only be unfair to you. 

But you could wake up if he moved you, and you had a long day, after all... 

Maybe he’s gonna let you stay there. Not for long, only five... more... minutes...

keiji akashi as “you’re staying over at my place, you take the bed, i’ll sleep on the floor. no, really, i’m comfortable on the floor. GEEZ FINE we’ll both take the bed, ya happy now?

You wanna know what got you in this situation huh

well, you were over for dinner, but it started raining really heavily 

like, really really heavily

and akaashi being the sweetheart that he is, can’t let you go home like that

it’s a long way to the train station, you’re gonna get sick, and what if there’s a traffic accident? he can’t have that

(he just wants to spend more time with you but shh about that) 

doesn’t matter how hard you try to convince him you’re gonna be fine. you’re staying and that’s final 

it’s cute, he’s cute when he’s worried 

well that brings you to where you are currently, already after your shower, dressed in one of akaashi’s t-shirts, oh this feels so couple-ish 

you wait for him to finish with his night time routine in his room, admiring all the posters and childhood pictures he has

he has the first ever selfie bokuto took with him framed 

when he comes back, that’s when the problems start

“Alright, well, let’s get some sleep, you can take my bed, and I’ll take the floor

And that’s what brings us to the guilt rising in your stomach as you settle in the guy’s sheets, inhaling the heavy scent of his shampoo from the pillow under your head. It’s his house, his bed, and yet he’s sleeping on the floor like some random guest. You’re the random guest here, you can’t help but feel like you’re crashing at his place against his will, and you’re making him uncomfortable.

“ ‘Kaashi?” you whisper, making his eyes open wide to see the dark ceiling of his room. There’s silence for a moment, and then he shifts to turn on the light once more.

“Yeah?” he sighs, bringing one hand up to his face to rub his eyes, unable to open them properly because of the sudden flush of light.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the bed?” you ask shyly, making him chuckle as he shakes his head.

“Yes, yes I’m sure. Goodnight” he states gently, turning on the light once again. This is gonna be a long night, he thinks.

You cannot catch your sleep. Damn it, damn your altruism and all that shit.

“Akaashi no, I can’t-“ you’re cut of by the sound of him laughing.

“Oh my god. Fine. If I move to the bed, will you sleep already?” he whines quietly, and seeing you nod in the dark, he gets up and picks up his pillow.

You get off the bed, wanting to swap places with him, but are held back by his hand.

“No, if you sleep on the floor, i won’t be able to close my eyes even for a second” he forbids gently, moving you back to where you were previously laying.

Oh boy, you both think, this is awkward, but the warmth of his body pressed next to yours makes it hard to be mad at him for stopping you from leaving.

This is gonna be a long night indeed.