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lemontartmart · 19 days ago
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Fanart of dillpickle's absolutely fucking precious deadlock animal crossing designs!!! plus some bonus pocket sketches!
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Some winter mischief plus me playing as pocket vs their actual vibes
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rememberingnoah · 2 years ago
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Hey, wanna fill this out for me??
~This or that~
Chase's intelligence or Adam's strength
Have Donald as your dad or Perry as your mom
Fire or Ice powers
Super-speed or Super hearing
Live on the Bionic Island for a year or be forced to listen to Horace talk about bridges for 8 hours straight
Spend a day with Leo or Kaz
Heroes or Villains
Breathe underwater or Flying
Be allergic to dogs or be forced to live off pellets
Have to sleep in a capsule forever or live with Perry for 9 months
Look like Lizard Man or Shark Man
Watch your fave die to save everyone else or have everyone else die because of your fave
Be an Alien or Android
Have Gus or Spin as a brother
Be the reason Mighty Med blew up or be the reason Marcus dies
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im-no-jedi · 11 months ago
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when your brother-in-law says something completely condescending but accurate to one of his brothers, who is also your husband 🤭
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tinycatstars · 1 year ago
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hi!! are you okay with vrisrezi? if so im wondering if you could do something with it! maybe cg vriska and little terezi (or even have vriska be little!) me ans my gf love that dynamic a lot :) - ☀
hi!! unfortunately im not currently talking requests bc of how busy school has been :( when i start writing again tho i will keep this in mind 100%!!!! im sorry! :(
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carpboy3000 · 2 months ago
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My personal highlights of Tango's episode (spoiler warning for wls6!!!):
Bdubs and Tango being like "ugh Etho is the worst... always abandoning us for his other friends" and not being afraid to say it to his face... but they also dgaf so hard. One moment its "Etho you're always cheating on us" and the next theyre doing the You Shall Not Pass thing and giggling. I support it. Thats girlbestfriend behavior.
how things happen (like?? when did lizzie get on yellow?!!? She showed up halfway through yellow?!?) and Tango just. Does not mention it. I LOVE IT!
Its pretty funny how Tango illegally killed Skizz TWICE. TWO TIMES. One of which led to Skizz's elimination.
Tango has been SUCH A MENACE this entire series. I think, honestly and genuinely, he could win. People have been saying he's on his villain arc but honestly?? I think he's just on his silly arc. both Skizz kills were just bc he was feeling a little silly and didn't think anything would happen and i LOVE THAT. I fully support winning bc you decided to be a little silly.
There was cinematic foreshadowing for that death the whole time btw. Tango has been throwing wind charges for weeks now lololol
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onlyswan · 1 year ago
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summary: in which jungkook loves to see you smile and you are the god of mischief.
idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff / word count: 2.6k
content/warnings: mention of childhood insecurity, mention of biting during s*x, jk is very touchy, they watch a movie and the guard thinks they’re doing sumn nasty bc they’re both a menace honestly 😭, jk accidentally bites his lower lip and bleeds
> in which masterlist!
note: hi !! this is a repost of a drabble i wrote two (?) years ago but accidentally deleted lololol so if you’ve read it before that’s why! but this is now an edited version with a new title <3
“baby,”
jungkook calls your attention out of nowhere, pausing the movie playing on the tablet you’re holding. the frown painted on his face is difficult to miss.
“i have a question.”
“so randomly?” you raise an eyebrow. “ask me then.”
“why do you cover your face when you’re happy?”
the wide-eyed look of genuine curiosity on his face is identical to yesterday’s, when he asked you what the word ineffable meant after hearing it in a song.
the question prompts you to take a glance at the screen, where a sophisticated woman has a hand over her mouth as she giggles with her elite acquaintances about an old but classic rich husband joke.
“it’s not that it bothers me, i just- i’ve noticed it lately and i-i wish to see you smiling and laughing more freely, you know?” he tries his best to choose his words carefully, offering you a kind smile as he lovingly caresses your head. “it makes me happy when i see you happy.”
“oh,” you blink at him, mind going blank as you attempt to form an answer in your head. his touch isn’t exactly helping you either— you just want to melt into him and not think of anything at all, float on cloud-nine and stay there forever.
however, seeing as he asked you the question out of the blue, he must’ve been thinking about it a lot. you’ve only been dating for a few months, so it’s understandable for him to eagerly seek the answers to his curiosities and observations. if anything, it feels nice to learn he gives this much attention to you— possibly notices things you don’t even know about yourself. for a split second the thought crosses your mind, that beyond a consciousness, you are tangible and real.
“it’s a habit i guess? when my teeth were falling out for the first time as a kid, i became insecure, so i decided that i’d just smile without showing my teeth from then on. like this.”
you demonstrate by lifting up the corners of your lips.
“and yeah-”
as if he’s helplessly pulled by the magnet of attraction, he leans down to kiss you and interrupt your sentence.
“i’d cover my face when i couldn’t contain my smile or laugh. and even when they grew back, it felt weird. like my smile didn’t belong to my face? if that even makes sense.”
“yah, that’s not true! you’re very pretty whether you’re smiling, or crying and-” his warm hand cups your cheek, and he stupidly grins as he’s about to say something cheesy. “even when you’re just breathing.”
the corners of your lips rise again. this time, it’s genuine.
“oh? how romantic.” you scrunch your nose cutely, and his heart flutters.
you hold onto his wrist, revelling in the way his thumb softly traces shapes on your skin.
“i’m over that, though. it was so long ago. i don’t think about it obsessively anymore at least. it’s really just a habit i haven’t gotten rid of.” you reassure him, meaning every word that you say.
we all have our secrets and fears that we keep only to ourselves, that much is understood between the two of you. there are circumstances in which withholding information is necessary. however, the one big promise you made to each other is to never lie. honesty and trust. ease and consolation. every word, every syllable hanging from your lips an addition to the naked history of your love. passed down stories. confessions. blurry memories. shutter sounds. curses. laughter. song dedications. that much is true.
“why are you looking at me like that?” you bite the inside of your cheek to conceal a smile, beguiled by his love drunk eyes seemingly stunned by your mere presence beside him.
“like what, baby?”
you shy away from his gaze. “like you’re either thinking that i hang the stars on the sky every night… or that you want to eat me alive.”
to confirm your words true, he takes your hand and sinks his teeth on the flesh of your palm where your thumb is connected. his wide doe eyes peer at you innocently, sparkling like of a little kid eating the fluffy pancakes he’s been craving since last night.
the latter might sound like a joke to others, but jungkook does eat you alive. almost. basically. you’re not even shocked at the act anymore. soon enough, you’ll memorize the mark of his teeth carving their mark on your skin, both in sexual and non-sexual setting.
“babe,” you send him a bewildered stare. “i really don’t think i taste as good as you make me out to be.”
he parts away with his eyebrows knitted in disagreement. “not true. you’re yummy.”
“oh, shut up!” you burst into a fit of giggles. your hands automatically attempts to fly to your face, but he has your wrists bound with his secure grip. you don’t resist. you only laugh harder when your sight lands on your hands tangled together.
“there’s ____’s beautiful smile.” he coos, proceeding to pepper your face with appreciative kisses.
and you fold. your back lands on the soft mattress, and your belly starts aching from laughter when he purposely blows on the spot on your neck where you’re most ticklish. hot tears gather at the corner of your eyes, and jungkook watches them fall down your temples as his lips graze your skin and your body shakes underneath him.
tears of joy and pleasure are the only tears you’re going to shed, he promises himself. you’re going to smile and make flowers bloom everyday, he promises you and the earth.
your teeth chattering from the cold is a shy away from your awkward smile, he notices the endearing resemblance as you shiver beside him.
“hmm, what did i tell you about cinema one?” he teasingly asks as he draws back the armrest that serves as a divider between the two of you.
“that it’s fucking cold in there-” you surrender, tone sounding annoyed. “here. whatever!”
“and who still decided to wear their smallest pieces of clothing?” he continues to taunt you while he pulls you into his body’s natural warmth.
you sigh, whether it’s in relief or annoyance, you’re not quite sure.
“i just wanted to wear my new cute clothes.” you whisper-shout.
the giant screen is still playing trailers of the upcoming movies this year, and you’re already mentally updating your calendar to accommodate them despite your hectic schedule. a two-hour vacation, you would always describe films.
he chuckles, and more shivers run down your spine at the deep and raspy sound being so close to your ear. “you do look cute today, baby.”
he catches the cloth of your skirt between his fingers, and somehow, he ends up squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh. you swallow thickly, unconsciously closing your thighs together and trapping his hand in between them.
“thank you, handsome.” you grip his wrist to move it away. you tut. “no silly business, though. i really want to watch this movie.”
his shoulders drop dramatically in disappointment. “okay… want to sit on my lap so i can keep you warm then?”
you look behind you to see that there’s no people sitting on your side, so no one’s view would get blocked if you were to agree to his proposition. the room is practically empty, with a few scattered people sitting on the sides.
you spend the first fifteen minutes of the movie in comfort and bliss, with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you. he took off his jacket earlier, and he splayed it over your lap as to not neglect the goosebumps rising all over your freezing legs.
“so stubborn,” jungkook muttered under his breath while he was taking off the jacket, an amused smile etched on his lips. you would’ve felt bad, but you knew he likes doing these things for you, so you only playfully stuck your tongue out at him.
look, to be fair, it is your first time in this cinema. you’ve been on many dates at this theater with jungkook, but for some reason, you’ve never watched a movie in cinema one until tonight. it’s cold in the other three cinemas as well, the kind of cold you’ve gotten comfortable with, so when jungkook booked the tickets last night and told you ‘it’s really cold in there, wear something warmer,’ you thought he was just being ridiculous.
hah, how cold could it possibly be? right?
fine, jungkook is right. you are stubborn.
and you prove it once more when a flashlight shines over your face. the security guard holding it approaches your seat- wait, no, jungkook’s seat. jungkook is your seat. what?!
“i’m sorry, but only one person can sit on the chair. please comply.”
you trace the direction of her eyes to find jungkook’s hands tucked underneath the jacket on your lap, resting on your inner thighs to steal their warmth. you send him a sharp glare, but it doesn’t affect him one bit. he only shrugs, obviously hiding a smirk as he pretends to be the most innocent person in the room.
you pull up the armrest next to you with a pout, slipping back into your original seat against your wishes.
“he was just warming up his hands. i promise!” you whisper not so subtly to the guard.
she only clears her throat and awkwardly nods in response, walking up the stairs to observe the rest of the movie watchers.
you bury your face in your hands as your body vibrates with mirth mixed with humiliation, and jungkook’s jaw nearly falls on the floor.
“sometimes i can’t believe you’re real. how do you never get shy?”
“i was just clearing things up!” you whine, hitting his arm using the side of a closed fist, which he massages with a squeaked ‘ouch.’ “you’re the one who put me in a compromising situation!”
“well, nobody told me taking care of my girlfriend was a crime!”
you carry on with watching the movie after that embarrassing scene, and you’ve forgotten that you’re cold until you’re uncontrollably shivering again. you begin rubbing your arms in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the goosebumps, but you eventually abandon all hope.
you sadly look over at your boyfriend to plead for help once more, but he has gotten too engrossed with the film to feel a pair of shaking pupils beseech him intensely. he finally opened the box of popcorn he’s been saving for the climax.
and he was the one who wanted to do something other than watch the movie.
you grimace.
you are no stranger to his confusing attention span.
after carefully studying the room to ensure the guard is no longer in sight, you unceremoniously climb on jungkook’s lap again. your actions cause some pieces of popcorn to fall from the box, and he scrambles to stuff them all in his mouth before the powder stains any of your clothes. yours are new, after all.
his face displays a puzzled expression, screaming i thought this was supposed to be a compromising situation?! and his soft rosy cheeks on the other hand-
“you look like a chipmunk who got caught in the headlights stealing food with its mouth full.”
the screen flashes a frame of the clear, blue sky in the aftermath of a ferocious storm. it sends the fleeting sunlight to shine on your face— just long enough for him to capture the image of how pretty you are when you giggle, and most of all, how your hand moves to cover your face, but drops on his arm before it could reach its intended destination.
he recognizes it as a conscious effort, and he feels a tug in his heart. his sweet, precious lover. you will never do anything wrong in his eyes, he thinks to himself as he hugs you closer for a kiss. the feeling of your smile against his lips might just be one of his most favorite things in the world.
he pulls away with a toothy grin to match yours, offering you the box of popcorn. the beautiful smile you claimed to not belong on your face lingers as you turn it down and sip on the lemonade instead. and then it simmers down to your usual mellow smile, to a deep frown, until your lips quiver as the resolution of the film reduces you into a puddle of tears.
jungkook likes to keep mental notes about you.
an excerpt from today:
1. how to make ____ smile? act cute.!! :)
2. how to make ____ cry? watch a son and mother reunite after eighteen long years.
p.s. i think i cried harder, but quieter ????
3. how to make ____ angry mad furious? kill off the said mother unnecessarily at the end of the movie for the sake of shu shock value.
the lights turn on all at the same time as the credits start rolling down on the plain black screen. your body slumps back on your boyfriend, drained by the series of overwhelming events that transpired in the past two hours. he waves his hand infront of your face, but your eyes remain unfocused and unblinking.
“this is the worst movie i have ever seen in my life. four out of five stars.”
he snorts at your unseriousness. “that is the most stars you’ve given this month. and it’s the 29th.”
“see? it’s the worst! i’m going to have nightmares!” you cry out with an exaggerated shudder, grabbing his forearms to envelope yourself in his embrace.
“honestly, pushing her off the cliff was a bit too mu-” his sentence gets rudely cut off when your shoulder accidentally hits his chin. you scrambled to go back to your seat, and this escalated to him accidentally biting the inside of his lower lip. the unusual mix of the bitter and salty taste of metal permeates his tongue as an unexplainable expression spreads across his face.
on the other hand, you’re too preoccupied with mischievously smiling at the guard standing down on the floor. she measures you up with a displeased look worse than earlier’s, but much to your relief, she proceeds to walk out after scanning the room one last time.
“baby!” jungkook yells in pain to grab your attention, jutting out his bottom lip to show you the wound that you inflicted.
“oh my god- shit, shit, shit-” you curse, digging your hand in your bag in search of your handkerchief. “i’m so sorry!”
you press the cloth on the bleeding, profusely apologizing to him with a wince. “i panicked! i’m sorry, i’m sorry!”
he pushes your wrist away for a moment, doe eyes squinting at you accusingly. “you just wanted to play around with her, didn’t you?”
you chew on your bottom lip, the sight of blood that has stained the handkerchief sends a pang of guilt across your chest. “sorry… her face- she was just so funny.”
“fuck, why are you like this?!” he throws his head back with a bright laugher that echoes throughout the theater. “ah, you’re so adorable!”
“come back here!” you scold him, holding his face in your hands to crane it back down.
he juts out his bottom lip again, but his body continues to vibrate with lighthearted chortles.
“does it hurt?”
“it hurts…! i think i might seriously cry!” he answers despite his high tolerance for pain, distorting the truth so that he could drown himself in the gratifying feeling of being doted on by you.
he writes another mental note as you inspect his wound, repetitive bloopers playing in the background of the love bubble the two of you share.
4. ____ likes playing games with strangers. must protect with my life.
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strawberrygyuuuu · 9 months ago
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𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 —> "𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄?" —> 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘
Genre —> Fluff
—> will txt peel your orange for you? Will they complain? Will they not do it? Will they do it willingly?
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YEONJUN
• what the flip guys
• you sometimes don't even have to ask, if he's getting himself fruit to eat he's getting you some too in a cute little bowl so y'all can eat your fruits together
• like...if you ask him to peel you an orange then okay sure no problem baby!!
• bro doesn't even think twice
• if his baby want their orange peeled bc they don't want it to get in their nails then sure!!! He loves you too much tbh
• just wouldn't question it too much so dont worry! You're all in good hands
• def a guy tho to do acts of service a lot for you, even if you ask or not
• baby js cares and wants to make sure you're okay! He def has the urge to take care of you a lot.
SOOBIN
• papa bunny does it usually when you're sick, unless you ask ofc
• like, if you're sick he'll get you some fruit he knows you love and give you it without asking for it
• any other time tho you'll have to ask him and tell him because you don't feel like getting your hands messy/sticky (or any other excuse lol)
• "yeah, okay..sure." shows a tiny little dimple smile and does it!!!>0<
• WITH A FOREHEAD SMOOCH AFTER OFC GRRR OTL
• easy, right?
• hes just glad to help you honestly
• "you feelin' better, baby? A little? Ok, get some more rest, sweet girl." With his little 🥺 staring at you and and and😭
• okay but realistically he sometimes just stares at you :D and then shakes his head and says, "ahh, no." Lololol he's joking pls joke back.
BEOMGYU
• oooo he's a menace
• tease you a little before giving in lol
• "wha? Why?..oh, hmm..no." then he'll get up and push you down if you try and get up to do it yourself 💀
• cutiee, he just likes to mess with you
• but he'll cut you some fruit! Tho he might make a mess so🧍🏻‍♀️
• no matter how it turns out pls eat it n be happy he worked hard😓
• if he's getting himself food or a snack or a drink or wtvr he'll get you one too without saying anything or you asking
• gyuie's just cute like that guys
• "here!!!! I bought you a drink! :)" pls take it and thank him and drink it happily 😭🙏🏻
TAEHYUN
• nooo cause his love language is def acts of service
• so he def does things for you a lot, me thinks
• you're cold? Cool here's his hoodie
• oh, you're hungry? Don't worry you'll be filled up real soon, he's cooking you something!!>.<
• he will gladly peel you an orange if you want one, an apple, he will peel it if it's peelable guys
• "mhm, okay." 5 mins later, "here, eat up, pretty girl."
• OTL
• I need him so bad guys😭
• idk he's just really thoughtful and always puts you before himself
• especially when it comes to health and food n stuff
• "here, have the rest of my food I'm full." *You end up feeding him some while you finish it.*
HUENINGKAI
• HES SO SWEET GOD PLS I NEED HIM 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
• whenever he eats something I know he gives you a few bites even if you have your own
• def rubs your tummy after you're done eating I'm sobbing
• 🧍🏻‍♀️
• but, anyway, hes just very thoughtful and wants to make sure you're okay
• "babyyyy! Would you like some? I figured we could try it since we've never had it before." You agree and he's so happy and he airplanes you the food IM BITING CEMENT
• this is so offtrack😭
• erm moral of the story he thinks of you a lot so yes, he in fact would peel you an orange and care for you happily!>0<
• at first tho he'll prob give you the most confused face ever bc you've never had a problem before..? But okay!!😊
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writingmeraki · 1 year ago
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cold enough to chill my bones.
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a roronoa zoro drabble !
pairing : zoro x gn!reader, teasing frenemies to ???
genre : fluff, romance, they like each other but aren't dating...yet.
warnings : not any i can think of! if you find anything alarming then lmk :)
author's note : enjoy this quick drabble while you wait for the first chapter of the zoro series!! and also i got the idea to make after i got almost sick last night- maybe zoro is a bit of ooc? idk i just love the idea of him being a menace while flirting but not knowing what to do when someone flirts back at him lololol let me know what you think ! <3
word count : 1k
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Despite the sun almost blinding you as it set, the sky turning into shades of deep pink intertwined with light purple and hints of yellowish orange, you felt cold.
Naturally, you'd always been the type to get cold easily, quite literally. Before even the harsh winters used to begin, you'd be getting the chills amid the warm autumn.
Though. it was beneficial when it was the blazing summer and you were always not on the brink of dying due to the immense heat as your cooler hands and feet made you more comfortable. 
But today, it was a bane to your existence as your teeth chattered as you sat down on the lounging chair in the middle of the ship, trying to rub your hands to bring life back to them. 
“Seems like someone can’t even take the fall breeze huh?” 
The familiar voice taunted you and you didn’t even need to look at him to know he was probably smirking as he looked down at you. 
Sighing in annoyance, you faced Zoro and clicked your tongue when you were right about him smirking. 
It was a tad bit distracting though, especially since he looked too…attractive than you’d like to admit.
“If you’re here to taunt me then leave me be.”
“The weather is annoying enough anyways, I don’t need another nuisance.” Not wanting to entertain him today, you turned your back towards him and faced the sunset. 
Too bad it was such a beauty but your body wasn’t allowing you to just simply be in bliss to enjoy it. 
Suddenly you felt a heavy weight on your shoulders, which took you by surprise as you flinched to stand up and yelped loudly. 
“Calm down idiot, it’s just a jacket,” Zoro said as it was his turn to roll his eyes,
“For the record, I didn’t come to ‘annoy’ you as you said which is quite ironic coming from you but I saw you shivering like a drenched cat,”
“So me being the considerate person I am,” You scoffed at his humble attitude which he chose to ignore, “I’ll let you wear my jacket for the time being.” 
Honestly, you were confused. Zoro was a confusing man you‘d concluded. Since the time you’d joined the crew, he’d been confusing you by saying something different, different as in finding every way to taunt you but then he’d be nice as a true gentleman with his actions.
Like right now for example. 
So ultimately, you were confused about how to thank him.
“Uh…thank you?” You’d thought it was best to just say it, figuring it was enough as you pushed your arms throughout the black clothing that was a tad bit larger than you. 
Of course, it was larger near the shoulders, enough to fit almost two of you inside.
“That’s it? That’s how you thank me? You know I almost saved you from I don’t know shivering to death here?” 
You sighed, now in exhaustion at his over-exaggeration, it wasn’t like if he hadn’t helped, you’d have not gotten up yourself and gone into the kitchen since it was usually always warmer as Sanji was always cooking something and the heat was always bubbling there.
He tsked at your sighing and supposedly unappreciative attitude, ready to go on a rant about how people nowadays never appreciated the little things and whatever.
When suddenly you got an idea. 
“-sometimes even if a gesture may be less, you should sti-” You shut him up by leaning forward, on your tiptoes and pulled him by his yellow shirt closer to you, landing your lips on his surprisingly soft ones.
That oughta shut him up. 
You pulled away in about three seconds, eyes shut as you just relished how soft they were and how right you’d been about them being like this from the countless times you’d imagined kissing him.
When you pulled away, you saw something you didn’t think you’d have seen anytime soon. 
Zoro was red, a bit wide-eyed as he stared at you, not speaking another word, his cheeks highlighted with a blush that was familiar to you in a way it was something you’d always experience whenever you’d check him out for too long. 
“Sooo is that enough for a thank you?” You smirked at him tauntingly, thriving in the way he was speechless, happy he could feel how you felt at times when he decided to shamelessly be a menace, a cute one, at that. 
“Now if you excuse me, I have some work to do.” Turning around, you didn’t say anything else as you tried to hide your giggles recalling his comical expression of astonishment.
“YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT!” After a few moments of gathering his thoughts, Zoro was able to form a proper reaction.
“I deserve more than a peck! Kiss me like you mean it-” You burst out into giggles now at the way he was whining as you shook your head abruptly turning around to face him when he began to follow you. 
“For that you have to earn your way to it!” You mocked him, pocking your tongue out as he glared at you, now crossing his arms.
“Are you seriously messing around with the Roronoan Zoro, demon pirate hunter?”
You rolled your eyes at his seemingly serious tone but you knew he was playing into the little thing you’d created as his lips twitched, trying to hide his grin.
You grinned widely at him, now your dimples peaking out, 
“Ohh if you are the pirate hunter, you’ll have to catch me first to get your treasure!”
 As cheesy and cringy as it was, you caught him off guard as you turned around and ran, figuring the place to run to was likely the kitchen in the confined space you had.
“HEY! Now you’re just cheating!” You heard him shout behind to which caused more giggles,which left your cheeks aching from how widely you’d been smiling.
Admittedly, the once cold you’d been feeling was now replaced by the warmth unknowingly yet knowingly caused by the oh-so-famous pirate hunter.
Maybe he did deserve a proper thank you afterall huh?
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all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri.do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest. I don't own any of the characters from the movie, rightfully belonging to One Piece creators and the Netflix franchise and also this is a fictional work, not relating to any of the cast in real life.
writingmeraki Ⓒ 2023
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aimedis · 5 months ago
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SPECIAL - DAVID & DARLIN' | WIP WEDNESDAY !!
teenage david & darlin' siblings au (+alive gabe lololol) | yes, this is a work in progress. i started it over a year ago and have been stopping and restarting for so long 💀 it was meant to be a multi-chapter fic (of around 15 chapters) and i never got past 4 😭😭
cw - darlin' angst, mentions of toxic relationships (quinn & darlin'), sibling arguments, teenagers doing teenager shit (sneaking out & getting drunk), lots of cursing and name-calling, no sam or any of the mates because of the high school setting
wc - 1.8k
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David never really considered himself a rebellious child, and compared to his sibling and packmates, he really wasn’t. Then again, it wasn’t as if he'd never done things he wasn’t supposed to. But those things were spread out enough for him to blame it on teenage impulse.
At least he was self-aware.
But sneaking out was one thing he could never justify to himself or wanted to do in the first place.
Yet here he was. Sneaking out.
Asher got invited to this party a friend of a friend was hosting and was told to bring whoever he felt like. David and Milo were obviously the very first and only people he thought to invite. They were the only people he knew would come with him or at the very least not snitch on him.
The situation he was now in came back to his inability to say no to Asher. Surely this counts as peer pressure.
They were at Asher's house that Friday night, under the guise of a routine sleepover. They stayed until his parents fell asleep before sneaking out the front door and into Asher’s father’s car.
The whole car ride was quite uneventful, Asher and Milo having a conversation about something while David sat in the back trying to ignore the anxiety pooling in his stomach.
It had been all of twelve minutes after they’d arrived before Milo slipped one of those cliché red solo cups into his hand. David didn’t hesitate to down the whole thing.
He heard Asher and Milo laugh at him and felt the slap on his back when he was done.
David leaned back onto the couch with a small groan, barely audible amidst the noise of the music playing throughout the house. He could already feel the tension bleeding out of his body as the alcohol heated his body.
When he turned his head, Asher and Milo were already laughing while downing their drinks with their arms intertwined.
It was gonna be a long night. 
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Of course, nothing in their life goes correctly.
Of course, the night after they broke up with Quinn would be an absolute shit show. They didn’t even care that he was showing up to this party, they just wanted him to stay on the other side of the house for the next five hours while they tried to forget about him.
But when does anything go their way?
They were just sitting on the couch on their phone waiting for a friend to come back when Quinn appeared in front of them, menacing aura and all. They had half a mind to ignore him but then he just had to start running his mouth.
They only really caught the comments on them being a traitor, a worthless dog and a disappointment to everyone who ever cared about them. The alcohol in their system was making their comprehension fuzzy.
They don’t remember what they said in response but by the look in Quinn’s cold undead eyes, it pissed him off. And that made them feel good. 
Quinn kept yelling and yelling and Tank found themselves yelling back once again. They didn’t know if anyone else was paying attention to both of them and frankly, they didn’t care, if people wanted to watch how much of a clown Quinn was when he felt threatened, they could.
Tank enjoyed the feeling of being the only one to make Quinn lash out like this. 
It was kind of special.
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David groans softly as he steps out of the house, the owner of which he didn’t even know, loud music pounding against its walls, not helping his budding headache. 
He pulls out his phone and forces himself to call his Dad’s contact before he can talk himself out of it.
He knew this was a bad idea
You would think being the oldest and most level-headed teenager in the pack would make him resistant to Asher’s stupid ideas. But alas, he’s just a teenage boy who was bored on a Friday night with a social butterfly as a best friend. 
Gabe picks up the phone, his voice groggy from sleep. “David?” 
“Uhm, Dad?” David winces at how nervous he sounds.
“Something wrong, buddy? Are you boys alright?” He asks, worry starting to make itself apparent in his tone and David feels guilt building inside of him.
Yeah, this was a really bad idea.
“I-” He closed his eyes and inhaled a sharp breath as his vision blurred, “I’m really sorry in advance but I need you to pick me, Ash and Milo up.”
There was silence on the other line for a moment before Gabe spoke up again, “Okay.. why?”
David had to take a few deep breaths to calm the panicked feeling in his stomach before he could continue. “One of Ash’s friends was hosting a party at their house and the three of us snuck out of Ash’s house to go. Ash and Milo are both wasted and I’m not sober either so I called you. I’m really really sorry..” 
The sigh of disappointment from his father made him wince.
“Send me the address, I’m on my way.”
David swallowed hard and nodded before realizing Gabe couldn’t see him. “Okay. Thank you.” He whispered back.
“Thank you for calling me, David.”
David didn’t say anything before Gabe hung up. He sent the house address quickly before he stepped back inside the house. Asher and Milo were in the same position they were in before he left, draped across each other on the couch giggling about absolutely nothing.
David collapses next to the both of them, “My Dad’s on his way.”
There was no reason for that to be funny, quite the opposite actually, but for some reason, Asher and Milo started laughing hysterically. David rolls his eyes, immediately regretting it because of how much worse it makes his headache, and buries his flushed face in his palms.
“It’s not even funny, I’m so dead,” Asher snickers into Milo’s side.
Milo replies with a cackle and David groans quietly.
This night could not get any worse.
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David had all but dragged Asher and Milo outside when his father had gotten there, stumbling a bit himself but he got the three of them to the car where his father was standing. 
Asher and Milo’s obnoxious laughter stopped as soon as they saw their Alpha standing tall and pissed outside the house. David could’ve rolled his eyes at the way both of them hung their heads and mumbled a “sorry, Gabe”, climbing into the car with their figurative tails between their legs if he wasn’t scared shitless himself. 
He avoids his father’s eye contact as he walks around to the passenger side after closing the door. 
David expected his dad to enter the car after them and start the car and the lecture, but he looked up long enough to see him still standing against the car and watching the house. David was about to open his mouth and ask what he was doing when he saw Tank leaving the house as well and walking towards the car. 
“Sovereigns above…” Gabe sighs heavily, leaning against the car in exasperation, “Are you kidding me?” 
Tank huffs and opens the car door without looking at Gabe, “Yes, yes I know. You’re such a bad kid, you could’ve died and I wouldn’t know blah blah blah. I was gonna call you, promise.” 
Gabe seems to roll his eyes as they get into the car, “Anyone else in there I should know about?” 
No one in the car says anything so Gabe takes it as his turn to get in the car. 
David turns in his seat to look at Tank putting their seatbelt on, “What are you doing here?”
They look over at him, raising an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing, Davey.” They spit the nickname out like a curse. 
“Don’t call me that.” David’s look turns sour, “But I asked you first.” 
“Parties aren’t exactly your scene, I think my question is more important.” 
“You don’t have friends, who invited you?” 
“Fuck you, I have more friends than you do Mr. Grinch-looking ass.” 
“Are their names Jack and Shit?” 
“Do you want to get beat the fuck up?” 
“You can try.” 
“You ugly toad-“ 
“Wet dog-“ 
“Both of you.” Gabe cuts in sternly, “Cut it out. You’re both in trouble and you’ll both have to explain what on earth you were doing at that party without telling anyone.” 
“I think that means you and me are out of the water-“ Asher whispers to Milo.
“Both of you too. I’ve called both of your parents already.” 
“Shit...” Asher laughs anyway. Milo sinks lower into his seat as if he was trying to hide from the world, as if the gravity of the situation had just caught up to him. 
David huffs and leans back into the seat, looking out the window with a new resolve. 
He’s never hearing Ash out again. 
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Gabe opens the front door and lets both teenagers into the house before himself, closing it after he enters. 
David and Tank were both still bickering with each other in the entryway as they took their shoes off. 
Asher was dropped off first, thanking and apologizing to Gabe a final time before he slipped out of the car and strolled up to his door. David saw him say something along the lines of “I’m so sorry Mommy” to the doorbell camera by the door and actually rolled his eyes that time. 
Milo’s mom was already at the door by the time Gabe had dropped him off, Tank had snorted at all the colour draining from Milo’s face as he left the car, stuttering through a “thank you, Gabe”. 
The remaining three could hear Marie yelling at him through the car even without their heightened senses.  
Gabe was silent the whole car ride home and so were his two teenagers. Up until they got home. 
“You still haven’t told me what you were doing at the house,” David breaks the silence between him and Tank. 
Tank folds their arms and leans against the wall, “And you still haven’t told me what you were doing there.” 
He rolls his eyes, “I still asked first.” 
“I still think my question is more important.” 
“My question is automatically more important than yours.” 
Tank narrows their eyes, “And why, exactly?” 
“I’m older than you,”
Tank scoffs, “Meaning what?” 
“Meaning that you answer my questions first.” 
“All because you popped out of the womb a year before I did?" 
“Exactly.” 
“Well none of that’s gonna matter when I put you six feet under since you wanna be first so bad, dipshit-" 
Gabe sighs heavily, “Both of you, stop provoking each other. Phones on the counter now.” 
Both of them glare at the other before moving to set their phones on the kitchen counter with little hesitation. 
“Thank you.” Gabe nods and moves to sit at the kitchen island in front of both teenagers, “Now…”
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that's all for now! there's actually a lot more of this fic/idea written, this is just the most coherent lol, let me know if you guy want more of it
if there's errors in it then that's not my problem 😁 (this will probably be a wip for literally ever lmao)
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kennahjune · 7 months ago
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Teen Dad AU
Part 7!! (??)
I’m losing track.
More Steddie interactions (kinda?)! Plus Steve and Louie and the kids :))
I’m so excited for this one aaahhhhh!!!!!
I’m starting this on my 15th bday lmaoooo
(Update it is now 2 months after my bday, HAPPY pride month everyone!!)
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Steve didn’t want to leave the kitchen.
“Get the hell out there, Harrington!” George scolded him. “It’s a bunch of middle schoolers!”
Yeah, Steve refused to serve a table of middle schoolers. Because they weren’t /just/ middle schoolers.
They were his middle schoolers.
Accompanied by Miss. Byers and Jonathan.
Steve internally groaned. He had been completely avoiding and refusing to tell any of them where he worked and had sworn Hopper to secrecy. Dramatic? Sure. But valid? Absolutely.
Those kids were menaces. Even Will in his own way, giving Steve one of those sweet smiles of his to get him to give them rides almost whenever. Ugh.
The point is; Steve didn’t want to the Brat Bridge to know where he worked. Because then they’d come just about everyday to harass him.
But a teasing comment about “Scaredy Steve” from Mason had Steve punching Mason in the arm and marching out into the actual diner.
Gwen walked past him into the kitchen with a tray of dirty dishes. She clapped him on the shoulder with a sly smile. “Good luck, they’re a loud bunch.”
Steve sighed. “Trust me, I know.”
Five kids, one teen, and one adult. Steve would be fine. It’d be totally fine. He sees these people like every goddamn day—
“Steve!”
He’s been spotted.
Steve gave a strained smile to Dustin, who was actually bouncing in his chair between Mike and Max, who were both looking at him like a freaky big they’d never seen before.
“What are you doing here?” Lucas chirped, across from Dustin, grinning ear to ear. Will sat quietly next to him but smiled at Steve when they made eye contact.
Steve crossed his arms and popped his hip, a small grin of his own plastering his face. “I work here, Sinclair. Now what does the Brat Pack want?”
A chorus of shouts of different menu items flew at Steve all at once. He chuckled quietly, and then groaned louder— just to be a dramatic shit.
“One at a time! You learned how to take turns in kindergarten, didn’t you? Or are you guys still there?”
Dustin and Mike immediately protested, Max making a dig at Steve’s “elementary school IQ”. While the three of them argued with a not-listening Steve, Steve turned his attention to Will and Lucas.
Orders were placed quickly after. Steve turning to Jonathan and Joyce after the kids.
When he gave the paper to Mason the raised eyebrow he got back held thousands of questions. Questions Steve ignored with a smirk and wave of his hand.
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His shift that day was rowdy and filled with teasing and laughter. Not much different than usual but it was warmer. More comforting. The kids didn’t leave with Miss. Byers, opting to stay behind with Jonathan and wait until Steve’s shift ended.
Allya and George waved Steve off about closing, insisting they’d get to it themselves.
So, Steve and Jonathan split the brats up between their cars; Lucas, Mike and Dustin with Steve, Max and Will with Jonathan.
“Steve can we go to your house? Please?” Dustin begged, hanging off of Steve’s arm while they all walked to the cars. Steve pretended to think about it, already knowing full well that he’d give in and let them storm his trailer.
He sighed dramatically, just for shits and giggles, before agreeing. Because he’s a giant push over.
Steve and Jonathan split the kids up and Jonathan followed Steve all the way to trailer park.
“Hang on—“ Dustin slapped Steve’s arm from his seat in the passengers side. “Don’t you live in Loch Nora?”
Steve huffed, his irritation flaring at the reminder. He quickly tramped it down, refusing to be angry at Dustin for being curious.
“Used to. Moved out once I got Louie.” He explained, barely even a lie.
Mike and Lucas shared a glance in the back seat. Steve narrowed his eyes at them before quickly returning his gaze to the road. He’d have a talk to them later about trying to play detective.
Jonathan and Steve pulled in side by side in the driveway. The kids got out one by one, rushing to the porch and waiting impatiently for Steve to open it for them.
Steve smiled a small smile at the antics, before catching Jonathan staring at him out of the corner of his eye.
Steve turned to him with a confused raise of his eyebrows. Jonathan raised his own eyebrows and looked pointedly to the trailer before back at Steve.
So it wasn’t Lucas and Mike playing detective, it was Jonathan.
Steve rolled and eyes and made a very pointed and obvious “later” look before pushing through the kids and unlocking the door.
The kids discarded their shoes haphazardly and spread out in the living room, looking at everything.
“I’ll be right back. Break anything and I’ll break your asses.”
Max and Mike rolled their eyes, disappearing with Will down the hall to no doubt look around more. Dustin and Lucas stayed in the living room.
“Where are you going? And where’s Louie?” Lucas asked suspiciously.
Steve rolled his eyes fondly. “Wow ok. More interested in my kid than me, Sinclair?” Lucas spluttered a reply, but Steve waved him off with a chuckle. “I’m kidding, doofus. Louie’s up at Gran— er, Margaret’s, because I had work.”
Lucas deemed this an ok answer and let Steve go.
He knocked on Gran’a door three times before she opened, Louie on her hip and the twins right behind her. Noah and Casey immediately ran out the door to hug Steve on the small porch, each hanging off of a different leg as Steve reached out to take Louie from Gran.
“Heya, baby!” Steve greeted the now teething infant. Teething, as Louie immediately stuck Steve’s shirt collar in his mouth to chew on.
Steve smiled at Gran, letting her know the brats were over but that they could still have dinner together that night if she was ok with an extra five kids (and Jonathan).
Grab waved him off. “The more the merrier, dear.”
Noah and Casey followed Steve home, Gran having to go run some errands and taking advantage of Steve finally being home. Steve didn’t mind.
He’d just made it to the bottom of his porch when something caught his eye across the street; leaving his own trailer was Eddie Munson, his hair thrown half-up-half-down and his shirt and jeans ripped to basically scraps. He was grinning and talking while walking backwards, supposedly to the old man standing in the doorway.
Eddie turned around just in time to make eye contact with Steve, raise an eyebrow, and grin devilishly. He stuck out his tongue, and Steve and Louie both giggled.
Steve broke the tension-filled eye contact to look down at little baby Louie, who was still chewing on his shirt. Louie grinned back at him, his little teeth nubs shiny. When Steve looked back to Eddie, the van was gone and the pretty metalhead was nowhere in sight.
“Steve! Why are you withholding the child?” Max demanded.
Steve snapped back to reality just enough to glare over his shoulder at her.
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IM SO SORRY FOR THE SLOW ASS UPDATES BUT I CANT PROMISE ILL DO BETTER WITH MY ADHD AND HYPER-FIXATIONS EVERYWHERE 😭😭
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befuddledcinnamonroll · 2 months ago
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Heart Killers time, woot woot!
I do have to say, watching what's happening with Jack & Joker right now, I hope people are not letting their expectations get ahead of them with this one either... though I know that's probably a futile wish. Expectation is such a thief of joy, y'all.
Anyway, my only expectation in this is I will have a good time, so let's do it!
How this man doesn't just expire from Bison doing this to him, I have no idea.
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Oh, this line. Jojo knows us so well.
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Ooh, we're having a black vs red debate!
In Bison's defense, he looks really good in red.
Something cracks me up about Kant looking for hookups at the bowling alley. Is that really good hunting ground? Maybe in Thailand? Definitely not in the U.S.
Oh Jojo, you bad, bad man.
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I am gonna get full on obsessed with Dunk's tummy, aren't I?
Also just realizing how much of this show I am going to spend thinking how good the pairings of FirstDunk & JoongKhaotung could be...
Lolol, target acquired!
Ha, this is so me when a man tries to tell me what to do.
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I like Bison being all "if you wanna fuck me, just say so". We have a very direct man here.
Nooooo, Style don't be a stupid driver.
I was not expecting an early Fadel/Style meetup! See, it's fate.
Way to make a horrible first impression Style! But I am loving how their dynamics are. Fadel is such a tight ass, it's gonna be great when he cracks.
Quite a first time scene for our boys! And people say GMMTV is gonna tamp down the gay, lololol.
Also can we take a moment to admire this shot? The red, the mirrors, there's a lot going on here. Beautiful.
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I like that the burger uniforms are a mix of Fadel & Bison colorwise.
I also think it's hilarious that Fadel ordered black plastic gloves to maintain his aesthetic.
Omg, I am dying that Bison shot a gun at karaoke. He's a little disaster.
Hmmmm, mother? Interesting...
Ooh, silver fox alert!
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Always appreciate some eye candy for us older fans.
Ah, of course the cop is a manipulative jerk. Hot, but a jerk.
Ain't this just a mood.
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Heh, when the man you just had mind-blowing sex with turns out to be an assassin you have to stalk. If I had a nickel...
Oh, I think Style is gonna be my favorite. Dumb and chaotic.
As much as I enjoy a height difference couple, there is something about two men who are the exact same height...
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Also love the black & white - because they are opposites!
Wait...does Bison not know how to cook burgers? Did... did he just put the raw patty on the board they use to chop veggies? Am I going to get stressed about food safety in this action romcom?!
I like that Fadel has this subtle air of general menace about him.
Aaaaah, bashful Bison is so cute!!!!! "Take me out...nooooo...really?"
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This boy desperately wants to be loved. My heart.
Style is a slutty menace and I love him!
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I also love that they are establishing the attraction is there before the deal gets made.
Ah, I was wondering if Kant was a philosophical reference!
Does Jojo have a "First eating burgers" fetish? That's been two extreme closeups in one episode. Just sayin'.
"Crazy and bold" is pretty spot on for Style!
Oh don't try to complain Style, you know you want him.
Ok, the yellow & purple... Are these their real colors, or the ones hiding their real colors as they embark on their mission?
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Another costuming note - both Kant & Style had sunglasses as part of their outfits when they started their lying... love that little detail.
Good lord, that many beers and I'd be peeing every two minutes.
Oh! Fadel figuring out they're friends already! What a twist!
This was so much fun!
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gyunglitter · 1 year ago
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introducing𓏧
the losers club !!
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summary: just you dicking around with txt college!au besties
warnings: doja cat fandom slander, mentions of soobin's feet, mentions of bullying, cursing
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contrary to your group’s self-appointed nickname, you guys are actually well known (and liked!) on campus!! :D
you guys have NO IDEA as to how so many people on campus grew to like you and want to hang out with you
especially since you guys had a hard time in school before
but woohoo to not peaking in high school right?!
tbh, you guys are testaments to that second round of puberty nobody talks about
ya know, the glow up that happens after you graduate high school and get away from all the pricks you were forced to see everyday?
yup, you and your losers are finally thriving
besides when you’re dying bc of all your classes and tests
but yeah
while other ppl really like your group’s personalities
YOU GUYS ARE SUPER HOT TOO🤭
i mean, just look at y’all!
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[choi yeonjun]-
‘99 liner//junior
took a gap year before getting dragged back to go to school so he could learn to be a normal human being
did someone say IT BOY??
literally the girls and the gays are in love with this man
dance major and student athlete who unironically does zumba every saturday morning
had no social life in high school because kid was NEVER there
he was a bored only child, while his neglectful parents were filthy rich and figured their kid could do whatever he wanted to entertain himself
so what he wanted, they got it—including vacations
with him being gone so much, his classmates always wondered who this choi yeonjun guy was and how he could miss so much school while still passing
though the intrigue kind of stopped when he pulled up to school with the ugliest shoes to walk south korea
him and his obnoxious shoes gave a lot of people the ick :(
but never fear, yeonjun and his footwear are just ahead of their time!
(you can't say they are in quite yet, but they probably will come around some day!!)
yeonjun typically spent his days doing sports, travelling, and running away from talent scouts lmao
no idol life for him in THIS lifetime
but as life would have it, the man is too scrumptious to be out of the spotlight for too long
bc he became a model not too long after college started due to a school project photoshoot went viral on twitter!!
his twitter is a minefield while he reserves his insta for the wholesome content :)
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[choi soobin]-
‘00 liner//junior
glue of the group despite insisting how much he HATES y’all
broadcast and entertainment major so he can get into the entertainment industry and get the bts of moviemaking!!
(really just wants to meet all of his favorite voice actors tbh)
known for being the Ultimate Boyfriend™ despite never actually being in a relationship lololol
in middle school he got into anime, which was COMPLETELY normal! he actually made a ton of friends that way!!
at least until one of his friends came over and saw his body pillow collection
yikes :/
unfortunately didn’t take long at all for the whole school to find out, and then they never let it go
all the way up until he graduated high school :(((
it’s okay tho!
he had tons of online friends from going to conventions and stuff!!
but making irl friends was definitely hard for him when he got to college
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[choi beomgyu]-
01’ liner//sophomore
absolute MENACE to your little society
he’s the guy who gets whoever is in his company to unironically admit “last night was a movie”
music major studying composition while playing guitar in a band
the girlies are FAWNING
ppl are so in love with him because he’s so pretty
but then the kid opens his mouth :/
he was the most extroverted kid
which worked perfectly bc with his good looks and personality, everyone wanted to be his friend!! :D
but with high school, friends, and all his 100 extracurriculars
kid burned out by senior year :(
his last year of school, he totally ghosted his friends and stayed inside all day playing video games
(he actually got diamond 1 on LoL, boy is nothing if not determined)
eventually rumors went around that he got dropped and turned into a social outcast
but he didn’t really care since he was fine with rotting away the rest of the school year
by the time he got to college, he wanted nothing to do with things that would suck his already nonexistent energy
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[kang taehyun]-
02’ liner//freshman
the one that always has the braincell
and really wishes he didn’t so he could escape yall
stem major for engineering, which is just another one of his controversial choices (being second only to befriending yall)
everyone on campus knows him as that one guy you go to when you need the answers to your homework or your final
yeah, he’s selling the test answers on the black market :P
what? he’s in DEBT
he never gets suspected tho bc he alrdy knows all the answers, so why would he be involved with that??
but the rest of the town?
well, the town knows him as terry
mans is always seen at the gym and the club pulling without even trying
this is TOTALLY contrasting to his high school life, where he literally only gave his time of day to his studies
mans did not have TIME to hang out with anybody
bc of this, he became a bit of an easy target to the one-dimensional jocks that tried to use him to get them better grades :(
he was a small kid, so he got picked on and tossed around a lot :(((
it’s okay, since he’s buffer than them now!! >:)
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[huening kai]-
‘02 liner//freshman
maknae that’s more mature than ALL OF YOU
he acts like he isn’t, but kid grew up a MIDDLE CHILD between TWO SISTERS
they’d managed to craft the most perfect and thoughtful angel to grace south korea
except for his demonic laugh :/
but YOU GUYS LOVE IT!!
he’s coasting through college, wishing he could tell you what major he was
but boy is constantly changing it LMAO
he just loves learning about different subjects!!
not to mention he’s good at most things he tries
so he makes tons of friends!!
but he didn’t always :(
from middle to high school, he was THE band kid
he could play the guitar, percussion, trombone, and piccolo!!
so when little kai walked home in his minecraft hoodie carrying his giant instrument case
8/10 times kid would get pelted by eggs or something on the way home
good thing he had his trombone case to shield him!! :D
kai would also be insanely awkward and didn’t have good icebreakers besides his plushie collection
too bad that didn’t become socially acceptable for another few years
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[y/l/n y/n]-
‘01 liner//sophomore
ladies and gentlemen i give you
her
the group's resident photographer, despite the fact that you're SO HOT
you are beauty
you are grace
well, you are now
high school: not so much
you were LOSER #1 girlie ://
you were just a little slow to pick up on a lot of social cues and what was "cool" or not, making you prone to awkward situations and bullying
for example: pinky promises and saying “on god” was quirky and acceptable, but spit shakes were not
neither were bowl cuts
or pretending to drown at the school pool and see how everyone would react
like i said, you were behind on a lot
but what took you the longest to learn—the people you thought were your friends were no longer laughing with you and your unfortunately timed puns, but at you (and your unfortunately timed puns) :(((
but you digress, because your overactive imagination worked to your advantage of getting clout and a full ride scholarship!!
you’re an art major with a minor in photography, winning a national photography contest that got the attention of your college
your genius piece of "different kinds of falls in public", where you purposefully tripped people walking by you and taking photos of them, had won the heart of the public and the school board over to the point of them begging to have you!
your parents and teachers just wished you had the same genius outside of cameras--as you slacked off in every other academic aspect
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notes: enjoy me being unfunny but having a blast anyway! feel free to send in asks/requests regarding this fic. can't guarantee i'll respond to it, but i'd love to see what you guys think/want!
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agentbobr · 2 years ago
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I have got request how would the turtles react to their s/o that is meek shy and sweet
this has been in my ask box for so long i am SO sorry- anyways hope you enjoy!! 💙
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♥️ raph both loves it and hates it, because he would love to help you come out of your shell heheh-
♥️ but he also really love when you get shy near others and hide behind him- it's just too cute!
♥️ and oh my god. he loves how sweet you are! it counters just how sweet he is and might end in a sweetness competition but it'll probably be one-sided /j
♥️ he just wants to coddle you in love so bad! like your so so shy,,, it's adorable! expect to be carried around like royalty
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💙 one, how the fuck did you fall for HIM? LEONARDO, the most loud, somewhat annoying, flamboyant bitch of the team? he's the rizzler fr ig 🙄
💙 he's going to give you "exposure therapy" in hopes that you'll be even just a bit less shy
💙 he will be babying you. SO HARD. it'll be so annoying tell him to stop please
💙 does the most sweet yet nauseating shows of affection just to get you to shy away and hide your face in your hands. he's just a fucking menace
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💜 this actually works in donnie's favor, he gets a sweet partner who's shy near others aka doesn't need to go out on huge public dates
💜 which works well with his whole turtle thing-
💜 also he's just like leo in the way that he'll go out of his way to get you nervous and flustered
💜 my boy likes reactions, he's just like leo just he has standards. also you two will be having so many at home dinners with chef mikey lololol
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🧡 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET MIKEY TAKE YOU OUT ON A ROOFTOP DATE.
🧡 it works for both of you, pleaase!!!
🧡 will make many comments about how he could use you to make his baking even sweeter. goddamn he's smooth- /hj
🧡 but also you two somewhat balance eachother out, like ying and yang, the sun and the moon!
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asks open as of 4/29/23 💙
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bitbugbites-re · 1 year ago
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𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 | 𝖑𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗
3 shots was all it took for you to get tipsy enough to drag Leon, your coworker, from a run-down bar to a bustling club. 3 shots, that was all it took, to kick-start the night that had you on top of the man you trusted your life with.
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word count: ~3.5k
gender: fem! reader
cw: NSFW, (some) FLUFF // collaring, sweat, embracing, ref. to re4r as a mission, car sex, drinking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex // ktober
a/n: i keep going to write these fics/scenarios/etc. telling myself "ok 2k limit at the most!" and i fail miserably each time. someone needs to stop me i CANNOT be DOING all this
p.s. -- if you’re only interested in the smut, you can scroll down until you reach the thin black bar lololol
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There was one penny on the floor – no, two pennies. There were two pennies on the floor of the bar; one all mucked-up and one completely spotless. The pennies, for some reason, were absolutely mesmerizing – so much so that you couldn’t even focus on your partner, the man who you’ve trusted with your life countless of times, confessing his love to you in between broken hiccups.
“Look – hic – at me, Y/N.”
You felt his hand rest on your shoulder as you giggled about how silly it was that they put people’s faces on money. Really, it wasn’t even that funny, but after about three shots, you could watch a stinkbug fly into a glass door and that’d be enough to make you fall out of your chair laughing.
When your work partner started to lightly shake you, waiting impatiently for you to give him your undivided attention, you finally turned to look at him.
“Whaaat?” you said with a huff, your brows furrowed. He only stared back at you, very intently, not responding despite his previous desperation to get you to be conscious of him.
You blinked a couple of times, tilting your head as you watched him. His blue eyes bore into your own set of trusty observers, and his eyebrows seemed even more creased than their usual already intimidating positioning. You couldn’t even begin to count the number of times that you’ve mistaken him for being mad at you because of his genetically, pre-disposed done-with-it-all expression. His deeply stoic voice doesn’t help you pick up on his cues, either – and periodically, you find yourself wondering if he’s had this menacing affliction since he was a kid. It always makes you laugh a little when picturing him as a grumpy-looking child, and you prefer this imagery much more than visualizing him as a cheery adolescent. Not because you don’t want him to have had a happy childhood, of course – but because you just can’t see a guy like him having been anything but miserable his entire life. 
Either way, it doesn’t matter, because even if you did have the answer, it’s not like you could’ve changed anything. As unfortunate as it is, he was, and likely will remain as a stone-cold, rock-hard guy for the rest of his life.
“I love you.”
Or not.
You narrowed your eyes at him, squinting. For some reason, you thought this was the logical response when feeling unsure if you had heard him correctly.
Thinking it over for a second, you picked up your previous, now empty shot glass and tapped it against the sleek, wooden counter of the bar. “Ohhhh!” you said, practically yelling, “I love working with you too!”
Now, love was a bit of an exaggeration. You didn’t hate working with Leon, your partner, but you didn’t necessarily adore it either. Work was work. Whether you responded in this way because you were drunk, or because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings – you definitely did not reply the way you did because you truly felt what you stated.
Leon sighed and slumped over a little, with his hand still resting on your shoulder. He looked absolutely defeated. “That's not what I – hic – said.”
One of the bartenders then passed the two of you by, glancing over Leon’s bent posture before shaking his head in pity and clicking his tongue inwardly.
You pursed your lips, leaning your head over in a lackadaisical fashion as you very earnestly focused on what Leon might have meant. Despite his straightforward persona, there was no way in your mind that he said and meant what you had heard. And even if he did, he’s put you in a pretty sudden and awkward position – how was your tipsy ass supposed to respond to a confession in a proper manner?
Finally, Leon removed his arm from your shoulder, plopping it down rather roughly on the counter instead. He began to use his pointer finger as well as his thumb to rub the further ends of his eyebrows, sighing as he did so. Your only response to this display of troubledness was to squeak out a hiccup.
While he wallowed in his defeat, you distracted yourself by becoming more attentive to the music that was playing – and you quickly noticed that it fucking sucked.
Tonight was supposed to be a night where you and Leon were able to blow off steam, to let the harsh realities of the world go for a second. The two of you hadn’t really hung out much outside of work, but after the last particularly grim mission you just returned from a couple of days prior, you suggested the outing to him as a way to get your mind off of things – you figured he might have been going through the same turmoil as you, and even if he wasn’t, it was nice having someone around who understood the storm of shit you’d just gone through.
There had been way too many casualties than you were prepared for, not to mention, one of them being someone who you both started to warm up to as they helped you traverse an unfamiliar area, with unfamiliar people, and unfamiliar peculiarities – one being a fucking mind-altering virus, for christ's sake.
Needless to say, this night was supposed to be for the two of you. So what were you doing in a run-down, half-empty bar, with flickering light fixtures and employees that didn’t know how to queue up good music?
The answer to that question is: well, there’s an obvious answer, which is that you thought Leon would be more comfortable in a place like this – but the fun answer is – you don’t know!
Without hesitation, you hopped down off your bar stool, and from behind, you grabbed onto the top of Leon’s arms, shaking him. He just let you do it.
“Leon! Leon! Leeeooon~!” you chanted, now pressing your palms down in the firm middle-ground between his neck and shoulder blades. Your back-and-forth push and pull of his body became more aggressive as he failed to respond, and you were starting to become more aware of his build. Good god, why is this man so solid? 
Finally, Leon straightened his back, turning around on his stool to look down at you. “What?” he asked, a tired look in his eyes.
“Let’s – hic – let’s go to the bar across the street!” you gleamed, grabbing his hand without delay. 
Leon frowned at your suggestion, shaking his head. “That’s not a good idea–”
You quickly cut him off by yanking him down from his seat, not listening to his disapproval. He stumbled a little, almost falling on his face, but he was quickly able to save his dignity by grabbing onto the edge of the chair in order to hold himself up. Surprisingly, although he had advised against your plans to keep drinking at another establishment, he let you drag him along.
The two of you went into the cold night, walking a bit of a distance before standing outside of a large building adorned with flashing neon lights. There were a couple of groups of people leaning against the walls or on the curb, chatting and smoking away, while music distantly blared from the inside.
“Wait. This isn’t a bar –” Leon started, but you didn’t indulge in his uncertainty, continuing to tug him all the way to the scuffy, grandiose double-doors of what was actually a club.
When you finally walked in, you were met face-to-face with a tall, burly man behind a desk. He informed the two of you that you needed to pay a small entrance fee in order to continue, to which you clumsily fumbled to grab your wallet out of your purse. As soon as you had started to open where you kept your cash, Leon moved in front of you, handing the man his card. It was sweet of him to pay even though he wasn’t keen on coming here, you thought.
Upon entering the actual club itself, you noticed it was bigger than you thought. There were multiple areas to sit at, a huge bar, and an equally giant floor to dance on. Additionally, you also had observed that the club smelled heavily of weed and sweat – to which Leon was quick to discern and point out as well. He didn’t seem too pleased with the scent, and frowned harder with every thick-odered person you passed by. 
The two of you eventually found an open table after a few minutes of exploring, to which you quickly sat down and chatted for a while before telling Leon that you were going to go get each of you another drink. Stopping you, he took hold of your arm, got up, and told you he’d get them for you instead.
It didn’t take long for him to return, and it didn’t take long for the two of you to down your drinks, either. Leon threw his own back, and within a couple of seconds of him having it, it was gone. It was almost impressive how he drank it with desperation – his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed it, which for some odd reason, didn’t go unnoticed by you.
The two of you fooled around for a while, both of you clearly more than a little tipsy as you joked about your superior and his mustache, that both of you thought looked absolutely awful on him. However, as soon as one of your favorite songs started to play over the very-loud speakers, you once again pulled Leon over to the dance floor to go along with another one of your whims.
“Dance with – hic – me, Leon!” you chirped, making him spin you in a circle before pulling his body into yours. He looked down at you with wide eyes, a little unsure what to do with himself. You huffed at his lack of initiative, and let go of him before turning your attention to the DJ, dancing along to the vibrant beats which shook the entire floor due to how loud they were.
It didn’t take long for you to become fully immersed, while as for Leon, he just stood there a little awkwardly, his gaze on both the crowd around him and on you, too.
However, you started to get a little too immersed. Drunk, and not in the clearest of mind – as you started to throw it back right next to your coworker – you continued to get carried away without a care in the world. This proved to be troublesome, when eventually you found yourself less than an inch away from Leon, just barely touching the front of him with your backside. 
The situation got even worse when someone bumped into him from behind, his groin brushing up against you while his hands hopelessly seized hold of your hips as a response to his lack of balance. 
You noticed instantly that he was hard, and you stopped dancing, turning around to look at him. You couldn’t see well in the dark and through the strobe lights, but you could tell he was embarrassed as his hands pulled away from you instantly. 
“S-sorry,” he stammered, stepping back, his hands up defensively. 
You looked him over, not sure how to feel about the previous collision of your bodies. Although, you did know one thing for sure – you thought it was kinda cute how he seemed so nervous about it.
Slowly, you started to approach him with a mischievous smile on your face, throwing your arms around his neck, pushing your chest against him. 
“It’s okay~” you slurred, a lustful gaze in your eyes. You felt the tip of his bulge brush up against you again, and made sure not to push into him too much down there. “How’re you ‘gonna make it up to me?”
He hiccuped in response. You could feel his heart race against your breasts, his entire body seeming warm enough to start a fire with his heat alone. 
Laughing at his dumbfounded reaction, you pulled away, feeling a lot more cold without him up against you. 
You opened your mouth to make a joke about how he was frozen in place, but before you could, he grabbed you with a fervent desire, as well as a slight bit of irritation, locking your lips together with his own. 
Surprised, you accepted the kiss, liking the way he seemed almost a little too passionate with you. The two of you stayed like this for a while, devouring one another with your mouths, running your hands over each other’s bodies, before getting annoyed and leaving the dance floor due to others around you constantly bumping into you or murmuring about your display of affection.
Giggling, you once again tugged Leon along, guiding him out of the club. When outside, you turned to look at him, noticing that his hair was all disheveled and his face was almost entirely pink.
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Quirking up a smile at him, the two of you practically ran back to the first bar you went to where you parked your cars. As soon as you got to your car, you unlocked it without a pause, swinging open the back door for you and him to climb into. Once you got in and pulled him in with you, you straddled his lap.
He looked up at you with a gaze filled with longing, and you noticed once again that his heart was about ready to jump out of his chest. 
You leaned down, kissing him, pressing one of your hands against his neck as his head was leaned back against the seat. His hands slowly rose to cup your waist before eventually wrapping his arms around you completely, yanking you into his tight embrace – there was no escape for you now.
Beginning to grind against the swelling in his pants, you heard his breathing start to get heavier, occasionally breaking up it’s steady flow with large inhales and hiccups. Things started to escalate once you placed your hands under his shirt, on top of the band of his work pants. You teased a finger against his skin, feeling him tense his toned stomach at the cold touch – he let out a small moan as well, it’s noise vibrating into your own mouth as you kept up the feverish kiss.
You pulled your finger back and made your way to the front of his pants, starting to unbuckle his belt. It made clinking noises as you unclasped it’s hook, slipping it around his hips and through the belt loops. You tossed it to the car’s floor without a second thought, and began to reach under Leon’s shirt, under his underwear, feeling the skin of his hips just under where the band rests.
Leon moved a hand up, cupping one of your breasts, and that’s when you began to slip up your dress a little before ultimately attempting at clumsily tugging his pants and briefs down to his mid-thigh area. He had sat up a little to help you do this, and as a reward, you lightly bit his lip, earning a sweet sigh to escape from his lips.
Now ready to move onto the next stage, you broke apart the kiss and put some distance between the two of you as you looked him the eyes, cupping his face with a smile. 
“Touch me, Leon,” you said, hiccupping again after you spoke.
His face was serious now, and he took one of his fingers, raising it to your mouth for you to suck. After he deemed that it was sufficiently wet enough, he moved it down low to your folds, pulling aside your panties with his free hand, and inserting it into your core. You moved in to kiss him again, letting out small sighs every time he rubbed softly against the walls of your inner parts.
Eventually, you began to crave more, and he went to insert a second finger. However, before he could, you pulled away from him, reaching for his belt that you had previously tossed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, and you only responded with a smile as you wrapped it around his neck. You made a makeshift collar the best you could, and gently inserted a finger in between his neck and the belt before responding.
“Second finger, Leon.” you commanded in a slightly wavering voice, as the alcohol still had quite the effect on you.
Leon listened, pushing in another finger, fucking you with his hand and watching as he did so. He seemed to be in a silent trance, mesmerized by the fact that he was able to do this with you.
You pulled him by his new collar, forcing him to make eye contact with you. His eyes were slightly-lidded, his long eyelashes on full display, along with his wet lips that were waiting – no, begging for you to take hold of them once again. In this moment, he was completely and utterly yours.
After a while of looking at one another as he used his stupidly-big fingers to stroke your sensitive spots, you gently took his hand and clasped it against the back of the seat as if your smaller hand were a chain locked around his bulky wrist. You then, with no hesitation, lowered yourself down onto his freed cock, which had looked painfully red as it pressed inside of you.
Leon let out what sounded like a mix of a grunt and a hiccup as he entered you, and you giggled before leveling yourself on him, wincing a little as you went. Once fully in, you began to grind up against him, your body going back and forth into his hips as you soft-humped him with his cock inside of you. The two of you made small noises together, enjoying the feeling of you mounting him.
Soon enough, you decided to speed things up, now riding him more than grinding or humping against him. He had more of a reaction to this, his muscles constricting as you pushed the shaft skin of his cock back and above the head with every lift and drop of your body. His skin started to get a little sweaty as well, an effect of both the alcohol and the sex, and as such, you leaned over to his neck, licking a stripe up from the base to the edge of his jaw, tasting the perspiration from his balmy body. It tasted very pungent as well as a small bit oily, although you kind of liked it. It was oddly fitting for him, and not the worst taste for a man to have. Yes – it was manly.
As the two of you continued to fuck like you couldn’t get enough of one another, your sex started to get a little more clumsy and in great need of reaching your climaxes. Leon had now taken more control, sliding his hips down into a more relaxed position on the back seat of your car, pistoning up into you as he latched onto your waist with an almost animalistic yearning. You could see his body tense, his muscles bulging as he worked to please the two of you with his cock, and it was clear now that he was going to cum soon.
Grabbing the belt around his neck, you pulled his head close to yours, and listened to the groans full of pleasure that he let out. You started to get close now, too, from hearing every inhale, every exhale, and every throaty moan that escaped his lips. The sounds of his hips slapping up against yours didn’t go unnoticed, either – that brought you plenty closer as well.
Eventually, Leon couldn’t hold himself back anymore. “I’m gonna cum,” he whispered next to your ear in what sounded almost like a deep-whine, and that in itself was enough to push you to the edge as well, letting yourself go on him as he continued to shakily thrust his thick manhood up into your core.
Leon came as well, spurting his hot seed into you in small but plentiful bursts, and you could feel his entire body tighten up as he finished inside you. Since you had climaxed before him, you were a little more clear-minded as he came, and while watching his face, you noticed that he had scrunched it up a little – it was cute for a normally stoic man, you thought.
As the two of you were now finished, you slumped against him, laying your head on his still-clothed chest, your hair getting a little tangled into his neck-belt. Once you had caught your breath, you pulled back, and the makeshift collar tugged on your hair. You made a small yelp sound, and Leon quickly untangled it for you, before smiling up at you.
“That’s what you get for dragging me all over the place tonight,” he said jokingly.
You hiccuped in response, frowning at him. “Pssssh. Whatever – you liked it.” you said, a mischievous grin forming on your face after the words left your mouth. “After all, you did mention loving something about me earlier, right?”
While you expected him to become timid like he was earlier when you flirted with him, he didn’t. Instead, he replied with a cool tone and a determined stare:
“Yeah. I did. I love you.”
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khaothanawat · 2 years ago
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I bet Pat and Pran were so confused by how serious the PhuTian argument is bc to them this type of bickering is literally foreplay like wait they argue and then walk away from each other?? don't they think the competition is fun and also kinda hot????
hello anon 🩷🩵💜🧡
honestly it was so funny seeing pran just confusedly ruminate on why tian and phupha were arguing so much over something so silly, like who fell for who first. pat reminding him that they also argued about that is so unhelpful too because… well, we all saw that “argument.” it was less arguing and more horny bickering whilst still actively (probably) sleeping together hshshs
i also love that their whole parent trap plan was to get phupha and tian to get a lil 🫧tipsyyy🫧 and sing a song together. in what world, lads? i’m concerned that they’re working off the base assumption that phupha and tian know how to effectively communicate their feelings to one another, because for pran and pat it comes so naturally. their whole gig is that even when they’re arguing they’re both so confident in their love for one another that it never really even makes a dent (and thus can be turned into fun and sexy foreplay). phupha and tian have such a different relationship - it was built on such a shaky foundation. they liked each other so immediately and so fiercely but it took them years (YEARS!) to get to a place where they could really be together. they also, bless their perfect perfect hearts, couldn’t effectively communicate their feelings out of a paper bag.
(i mean this with complete adoration and affection - phutian are one of my favourite bl couples of all time. they also just happen to suck at talking openly about their feelings lololol. SOMETIMES THAT’S HOW IT IS!! BAD COMMUNICATORS RIGHTS!!)
pat and pran legit just. they argue as foreplay. any disagreement can become sexy if you talk about it enough. and they apparently also use other couple’s arguing as foreplay. absolute menaces. imagine meeting a couple in real life and TWO DAYS AFTER MEETING THEM you start sexy roleplaying as said couple. did tian really put his diary online for THIS? you stay in your new friend’s hut and think “huh i wonder what their sex life was like?” like… ok boys pls calm down???
so glad to see that they clearly haven’t gotten any less horny in their time together. absolute champions of my heart.
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pavo-ocxllus · 2 years ago
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❝ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧—𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠-? ❞
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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… two men who's share a single brain cell decides to give you their jersey in the most unconventional way possible 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… atsumu miya x gn!reader, shoyo hinata x gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… fluff, second-hand embarrassment, 1.9k words (atsumu: 0.9k, hinata: 1k) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… sweaty atsumu = menace atsumu, definitely not realistic lololol, i guess it's suggestive?? it won't be in the rated-r tag; coming from a volleyball player, [name] mentions a play atsumu did that i'm not sure is entirely possible 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… after who knows how long, i finally found the inspiration to write slightly based on this (https://youtu.be/71G7IXjUx6U) video of ronaldo giving a fan his jersey! you could also think of this as sort of a sequel to this post, just with different characters! happy late new year and pretend i didn't disappear for a bit <3
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𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚. ・゚: *. — 宮侑
the victorious sentiment echoed in the stadium, the cheers specifically belonging the crowds adorned in gold and black. the match between the msby jackals and the ejp raijin had finally concluded, with the jackals coming out on top.
the thing about atsumu was that no matter what—once he gets into your life, he never seems to get out of it. you thought taking a job as a manager for the raijin (which, last time you checked, their home location was definitely not in osaka) would finally get you to part ways with the setter and heal from the obviously unrequited puppy crush that grew out of hand. 
unfortunately, the japanese volleyball world seemed to be quite small, considering the numerous times the two teams went against one another. well, perhaps it was good luck for you; you weren't exactly ready to let him go as a friend yet.
(in your opinion, the word 'friend' was a bit of a stretch, but your point remained standing.)
atsumu, like always, was one of the players that were the center of attention in all his sweat-drenched glory; honestly, it was quite difficult not to notice him.
so, after congratulating the opposing team's manager and coach, you decide to be the good sportsmanship-like person you are and praise his performance (as well as stretch his already over-inflated ego... but it wouldn't be that bad, right?)
"miya-kun!" you called out once he was finished talking to some interviewers, running up to him when he acknowledged your presence with that stupidly big grin of his. once you eventually stood before him, it was as if the words you were mentally preparing yourself to say we're stuck in your throat. "y-you did great today!"
"didn't i tell 'ya to call me atsumu? 'ya know i'm not gonna let 'ya call me that when 'samu and i are in the same room, so why stop there?"
you flushed at the forwardness, though you respected his wishes regardless. "well then... atsumu-kun, you did great!"
he arched his neck back with his hands stationed at his hips, laughing for a while at how swiftly you corrected your "mistake."
"wow," the setter chuckled a bit before finishing with a cocky smirk. "didn't think i woulda had one of my fans be a manager for the raijin, out've all people."
you froze a bit slightly for some reason, but found yourself relaxing not long afterward. he never seemed to change. sometimes, you forget he's just as dorky as ever. you didn't hold back from comparing it to volleyball—he still played the same way as he did in high school.
"well, of course i am, atsumu," you've stated blankly, as if this were and obvious fact. before hearing those words fall out, the blond's head drifted slightly to study a nearby team warming up for a match. however, when he finally registered it in his head he widened his eyes, doing a double take. "you've come a long way from high school... and that rally when you faked a dump, a set, yet actually dumped was nothing short of incredible-"
not bearing to let you incessantly compliment him despite it being only five seconds, the man interrupted. "yeah, yeah... i know, i'm amazin', aren't i? is it gettin' hot in here? personally... i think they should tone down the heater right about now, heh."
you noticed that? was along the lines of the blond's thoughts as he tried to cool down the burning red on his face, blazing across his cheeks. the announcers kind of brushed it under the rug, much to his chagrin, yet it wasn't a big deal that he was noticed. why did you make it a big deal? most importantly, why did he?
"atsumu!" you called out, breaking him out from his thoughts by perching your hand on top of his shoulder. "you're heating up and spacing out... i know i'm not the jackals' manager but you really have to start lookin' out for yourself. though, i suppose it's kind of warm in here..."
"'ya know what? you don't gotta get me to the infirmary, [name]-san. it's scorchin' in here!"
not paying attention to the somewhat cryptic wording, your eyes bounced around the arena, attempting to find the quickest route to get atsumu taken care of. "right, just follow me okay—oh my god."
it all happened too fast—you swore he was wearing a shirt a few seconds ago, and now it was held snugly around his arms before he practically shoved it into your hold.
rather than resting your focus on his defined figure (though, to be fair, you couldn't but sneak a glimpse of it), your eyes were trained on his damp, black and gold jersey, displaying the number in bold font: 13. a part of you didn't even feel the least bit disgusted at the admittedly gross gesture, you simply were standing there, paralyzed in the sheer audacity of it all.
"i- atsumu, there's no way i can-"
"anythin' for a fan, am i right?" he smirked, paying no heed to suddenly grabbing the attention of various newscasters not to far from you two.
deciding to escalate the situation even further, he added something else to the conversation in a lower tone. "if 'ya want, i can give 'ya my shorts, too."
winking at you and flashing his teeth, you couldn't help but feel the urge to turn in your two weeks' notice.
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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚. ・゚: *. — 日向翔陽
the awe of the crowd watching the tiniest player in the msby jackals soaring above his teammates and opponents couldn't even come close to holding a candle to your own expression.
it's only amazing to see that he's come so far... you remember when you first discovered HINATA on that low-quality, youtube video you discovered when searching for nothing in particular attempting to fill the void of having absolutely nothing better to do. even at his debut, even at the clumsiness he initially felt during the beginning of the match, you could feel that there was pure passion and skill behind it all. 
when you heard that the infamous ninja-shoyo was coming to japan and made the msby black jackal's starting lineup, you knew you just had to purchase a ticket for one of his games as soon as your busy, hectic life would let you. and now here you are, already have been to seventeen of his games (and counting!) managing to somehow score the same seat in the middle of the stadium, particularly on the side with the gold and black team playing.
the excitement coursing in your veins still remained even after 30 minutes since the match had concluded. the little grin on your face continued to stretch as you ordered some onigiri near the food stand that had been set up right outside the volleyball court; not even the scene where one man (who, may you add, bore a strange resemblance to the owner of the food stall) and two others out of your peripheral vision were causing beside you, clamoring about how they deserve food on the house for "winning," wasn't able to break your attitude.
inevitably, your prior upbeat mood had toned down, now replaced by a strong sense of curiosity regarding the situation behind you. it was only a matter of time before you couldn't handle it, swiftly turning your head around to see what was up. though, you weren't necessarily expecting to have your eyes widen at the sight. 
the blond one was somebody you recognized from the game earlier and behind him was a spiky, silver haired man, who also participated in the match. apparently, you didn't notice the obvious pattern, seeing as you still managed to widen your eyes even more when you noticed the fluff of orange hair right behind you. 
for a split second, both you and hinata locked eyes, before you glanced away first. you directed your attention toward the onigiri stand, hoping that they could just hurry it up your order so you wouldn't have to stand around here for much longer-
"hey!" an unfamiliar voice called out. judging by the way it came behind you, there was an unfortunately high possibility of it being one of those three players. reluctantly, you glanced back, with the opposite hitter's eyes practically boring into yours. "didn't i see you before?"
he was met with confusion as you quirked an eyebrow. "w-what do you mean?"
you hope to the universe he didn't mean he saw you doing something embarrassing, like buying his merch in public or something of the sort. 
a few moments pass, mostly consisting of hinata pondering a bit, glancing at you every now and then while looking down at his shoes trying to figure out your identity. how long was your onigiri going to take to get ready?!
"ah! i know!" hinata suddenly exclaimed, pushing the side of his fist into his palm. "you're the person i always see at our games!"
you take what you previously thought was embarrassing back—nothing compared to that tiny observation could be any more humiliating.
"bokuto-san, miya-san, i think we just found a fan!!"
"as if we don't see more than one everyday, shokkun," the blond disregarded hinata's discovery, going back to haggle the price of onigiri with the owner once more, the sounds of their bickering fading behind you.
"ah, it's your very first fan interaction!" the owl-headed one piped up—based on how loud he was, you were surprised he didn't cause an even larger scene. "they're really special, and they're regular too, which makes it super special! you should give them something!!"
ignoring the blatant display of total embarrassment shoved in your face, you noticed how hinata seemed to be thinking rather hard on this subject. 
"you know what, i know what you can do!" might as well get something out of this, right? "my onigiri is taking a little while, and since your teammate seems to know the proprietor personally, maybe you can get it on the house for me-"
"i know!" the ginger-haired man interrupted your brilliant idea. regardless, you didn't say anything; you were curious what was in his mind that he believed was better than free food. "i can get you my jersey!"
you blinked owlishly, feeling the urge to cock your head to the side in confusion at the sudden outburst, only being able to muster up a, "huh?"
hinata nodded, almost excitedly. "yeah, i think that sounds good, doesn't it?"
"well, sure, but i think my onigiri would be even better-"
you suddenly sputtered, your words refusing to come out of your mouth as you watched hinata pull up his shirt, exposing his attractively toned body. understandably, not wanting attract too much attention and cause your onigiri to be even more delayed, you grabbed the hem of his jersey and yanked it down. 
"i'm good! really, a selfie or something would do!" you panicked, retracting your hands away from him.
"but, wouldn't you want a jersey of your favorite player?"
"...you aren't wrong-"
"then it's settled then!" before your reflexes activated, he yanked his jersey over his head, handing it to you as he bowed. "i hope you support our team in the future!"
you weren't sure if this "souvenir" would encourage you to come to more of their games or swear off of watching volleyball ever again.
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