#the kiss still makes me wheeze istg

[blaisenova]

okay well it IS justified. clearly whoever their target was deserved it. especially if it was killer. and i will give them the sloppiest kiss as thanks

Doodles from class today. Marigold and Killer are best frenemies!!!

Blaise is so biased for Marigold they could commit war crimes and he'd say it was justified.

[breathinlove]

gf!ellie headcanons

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sinopse: ellie williams is your girlfriend, modern au.

cw: ig ellie grabs boobs?? sfw tho. basic fluff, ellie is just silly, puppy love again, mention of dealer!ellie, not explicit if reader is fem or masc, not proofread (it's never proofread tbh!).

gf!ellie who pokes your inner cheek with her tongue when you kiss or blows in your mouth "elliuhhhh" ands she's definitely gonna chuckle like "heheh"... she's SOOO SILLY.

gf!ellie who doesn't ever just invite you over, she has to make an excuse, something about how you do her hair better or how she needs skin care.

gf!ellie who doesn't have any stream apps like netflix or prime, she's a piracy master from practice (getting several viruses on joel's old computer).

gf!ellie who watches and listens to anything you like because she loves you but you can see it in her pained face that she's bored, but she'll sit through it and lie "it's cool, babe".

gf!ellie who sends the most unfunny (hilarious) reels, you can hear her wheezing while she's in the bathroom.

gf!ellie who, still talking about her bathroom texts, lets you know like fr "the hardest shit of my life istg that was a rock?" and you will laugh and buy her plums to help your constipated baby.

gf!ellie who has the most fun with you, sleeping at ellies is just like having a girls night sleepover.

gf!ellie who will skin care with you and watch youtube (shes a youtube kid)

"pooks can we watch this streamer now?" she points at the screen, while you untangle her stupid hair. "careful yeah?" she hisses when you catch a knot and you kiss her scalp "yes im sorry my love". and she'll look back at you to give you the sweetest cutest smile that makes you sick to your stomach.

gf!ellie who is a weed dealer but is also a homebody. so goes to them parties just to deal "just business babe" like she's going to the office or sum.

gf!ellie with whom everyone knew you were dating before you two even admited you had crushed on eachother. she'd protest to your friends "no... like, we're real good friends" as she blushed and you giggled 'yeah's.

gf!ellie who has cold ass hands and they're always inside your shirt when you're cuddling

"babeeeee let me warm up" trying to shove her feet inside your pants??? when the laughter dies, her hand that's up your shirt WILL find your tits.

gf!ellie who takes pictures of you when you're asleep, not to tease you or anything, she just thinks you're cute.

gf!ellie who only drives when she absolutely has to... but she's always there to drive you anywhere you need.

gf!ellie who goes "aww you're so preeeetty" out of nowhere and gives you a smooch on your face.

a/n: i need a gf yall, send applications please ❤️

[viccyfics]

Tart, not torte!

Greaseball refuses to use autocorrect, so unfortunately for Dinah, her texts are illegible, so when Greaseball wants a sweet treat a little mistake is made

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Greaseball had woken up annoyed, her muscles were aching, her hair was clinging to her face and her neck was sweaty, she was craving something she couldn't quite place and Dinah was nowhere to be seen.

Greaseball glanced over to the clock on the nightstand, it had only just gone past 6 AM, there was no need for Dinah to be up this early, her shift never started until hours after Greaseball. It was Greaseball who always woke up early, kissing her girlfriend awake before heading out for the morning shift, so Dinah being out of bed made so much sense.

Especially considering today was Diesel's day off and Dinah had promised to cuddle her for most of the morning.

Greaseball reached for her phone, swatting away her work one to grab her one, her and Dinah's smiling faces greeting her as she switched it on.

Immediately Greaseball hit Dinah's contact and sent her a text.

"Wher are you"

It didn't take long for the response to come through, and the sound of movement down the hallway just confirmed it.

"I'm in the kitchen, are you alright?"

"Hungry"

Greaseball could hear Dinah's chuckle from the kitchen, a sound the Diesel loved.

"What are you hungry for? I can make breakfast or something to keep in the fridge for you"

Greaseball paused for a moment, she knew she was craving something, but what it was exactly she didn't know, that was until a few minutes of thought she knew exactly what it was, although not actually what it was called, how couldn't she remember something so simple?

"choclate thingy"

"Chocolate thingy? Pain au chocolat?"

Greaseball rolled her eyes, why couldn’t she just remember what it was called, it was right on the tip of her tongue… then it hit her.

"NO cholate tort"

"Oh Chocolate torte, I'll make you one :)"

Yeah, that sounded about right, she knew Dinah would know exactly what she wanted.

Greaseball found herself for most of the morning lazing in bed, watching movies on her laptop and occasionally scrolling through Twitter reading the many, many, thirst posts about herself and Dinah, some of which she liked and retweeted.

It was a perfect morning.

As lunch neared, Dinah slid into the bedroom, her apron still on, patches of flour on her face and in her hair.

"The torte is done, do you want it with lunch or dinner?"

"Dinner," Greaseball chuckled, not paying too much attention to her girlfriend, but to the terrible candid photos of Electra that she had been tagged in.

"Are you being mean online again?" The dining car asked shaking her head, "You're going to get in trouble again."

"It's not my fault they're so stupid-looking" Greaseball continued laughing, turning her phone around to show the photos to Dinah.

"I thought you were friends now?"

"We are, doesn't mean they aren't stupid though."

Dinah couldn't help but laugh at her girlfriend's pouting face as she continued scrolling, "They keep tagging me in things to annoy me."

"Like what?"

"Like this!" With that, Greaseball shoved her phone in Dinah's face, although Dinah didn't get the big deal.

It was the sweetest picture of Rusty she had ever seen, taken by Pearl, His cheeks rosy red and the cutest smile she had ever seen, above the photo, though seemed to be the problem, it read;

"He is the sweetest babygirl to ever babygirl ISTG he needs to win again cause I want rusty merch"

"He isn't babygirl!" Greaseball spat throwing her phone onto the bed, "I want torte now!"

Dinah started to laugh harder, hand clutching her stomach, "You're so dramatic," she wheezed out.

"I'm not dramatic, and Electra does this on purpose! They do it just to annoy me!"

Dinah managed to get her breathing under control after a few minutes, making a mental toll to thank Electra for the good laugh, although she was pretty sure it was Killerwatt who actually ran Electra's social media, since like the Diesel, Electra couldn't be trusted...which meant it must have been Killerwatt tagging Greaseball in that post which caused another round of laughter.

Greaseball rolled her eyes as she pushed past to head to the kitchen, Dinah's laughter following after.

There it was, on the kitchen counter, a chocolate torte, dusted with icing sugar on top.

Dinah's arms wrapped around her waist, "Are you going to have a slice?"

"What is it?" Greaseball asked eyebrows knitted together in confusion, Dinah's face soon mimicked hers.

"Chocolate torte…that's what you asked for."

"No, I asked for-" Greaseball stopped, damn dyslexia, and damn herself for not using autocorrect.

"What did you want?" Dinah had pulled away to stand face to face with her, though luckily she knew Greaseball well enough not to be offended.

"I thought you just said tart really weird," Greaseball started to laugh.

"Tart!" Dinah yelled, hysterical laughing starting up again, "You- You, wanted a tart!"

"That's what I said!"

The kitchen was filled with the laughter of both girls, holding onto each other so they wouldn't fall.

"Okay- okay," Dinah started, a hand to her chest trying to get a hold of her breathing, "Eat the torte and I'll make you a tart for later."

Greaseball nodded her face bright red, shoulders shaking, not even attempting to talk because she knew as soon as she opened her mouth she would just start laughing again.

"I love you so much," Dinah spoke, standing up on her stoppers to kiss Greaseball, "even though you need to use autocorrect."

Yeah, this was the best day off ever.

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

If my mom and I had a podcast... *Lower Your Volume*

What started this? I was mentioning how in my fic, The Consort Tournament, Dumbledore dies acknowledging his many mistakes, but still manages to be a dick as he goes by refusing to use the name Voldemort prefers. And I was saying how that feels in-character even in my story's AU.

Mom agreed. And then this happened. I missed about 3 minutes of her rant because it didn't occur to me to record. And then it cut off when something popped up on my tablet's screen and stopped the recording, but she'd kept going for another minute.

It was funny af though!

Transcript:

Mom: -Piece of fucking shit! Because let me tell you something, anybody tried pulling that shit with my kid, I ain't having it, you ain't having it, we ain't having it!

Me: *laughing*

Mom: And I don't understand what the adults in that fucking story are thinking! This son of a bitch-! Absolutely power corrupts absolutely! And he was corrupted from Day 1!

Me: *laughing*

Mom: Don't be telling me he wasn't boning fucking Grindelwald, that he was like little Mr. Light & Sunshine then either! Oh, absolutely not! Oh, the hell the fuck no! No, he was not.

Me: *snickering*

Mom: He was a manipulative piece of shit! Absolutely. And I think he orchestrated the circumstances so that he could get into a fight with him, and then beat him, so everybody could *pats her own shoulder* him on the fucking back. Then everybody kissing his ass, giving him- Hey, have this! Rule over us! Hey! Do this, rule ov- fucking manipulative, lying sack of shit.

Me: *cackling*

Mom: I WOULD TAKE MY CHANCES WITH VOLDEMORT ANY EFFIN DAY! You know why? Cuz what you see is what you get? He's a Slytherin to the core. He's the Heir if Slytherin! He's a fucking Dark Lord and proud of it! He don't like no muggles, he don't like muggleborns! He is-He's not even a Pureblood, but he likes to think in his head that he is. But at least- at least you know here's an asshole and this is what you're gonna be dealing with. But NO! Dumbledore's like, 'Oh, I'm just so bright and sunshine and love and all that!' FUCK! While you're rotten to the core, planning the death of a child! That's not even yours!

Me: *snorting*

Mom: What a fucking piece of shit! ISTG, I have so much hate in my soul for that piece of shit! Seriously!

Me: *wheezing*

Mom: There's so many times I wo- I would have just inserted myself into that storyline and say, 'Hey, Harry, come here, pal! We need to have us a discussion. Because there's something wrong about this Headmaster who isn't your ANYTHING taking a little too much interest in you, and that's creepy. That's fucking creepy! Because in the real world, if there's an adult taking that much interest in a child and pulling 'em in the office all the time and doing all the I- we'd all be thinking the same thing, wouldn't we? Yes, we would! Fucking creepy!

Me: *still wheezing*

Mom: I would sneak Harry out of there and like, and I would've like, gone across the ocean, and we would've gone to fucking- I don't know, Ilvermorny or something! I would not let him stay in that area! And what the hell? Jus-

Me: *coughing*

Mom: Where the hell does Dumbledore pull it out of his ass - PULL-IT-OUT-OF-HIS-ASS - that Harry absolutely HAS to die, so that Voldemort could die? Did you even try and alternative? No, you didn't. No, you didn't. You absolutely did not.

Me: *choking*

Mom: You just planned the poor kid's death. His life isn't miserable enough, let's make it even worse! Fucking piece of shit! I- I- I don't know if you can tell but I hate him.

Me: *cackling*

Mom: I hate him more than I hate Umbridge and I hate Umbridge. I hate him. I ha- I hate them both more than I hate Voldemort. I actually like Voldemort because I prefer people who are straight up and he's straight up asshole! And he knows it!

Me: And a bitch!

Mom: He let's you know it!

Me: He's a drama queen. He's a bitch! And he's proud of it!

Mom: Everybody knows it.

Me: Takes a whole fucking chapter to brag about how great he is!

Mom: *claps her hands* He- He loves to monologue. He's loves to talk about how incredibly intelligent he is, how incredibly powerful he is... But you know where he's coming from.

Me: *snorts*

Mom: He ain't gonna come outta yo- nowhere and say, 'Oh well, listen, I planned your death btw.' No. Nope. Uh-uh. Nope. No. Nah. Voldemort, you know what to plan for. Dumbledore, that lying, two-piece sack of fucking saggy ass shit!

Me: *wheezing again*

Mom: Tell me I'm wrong!

Me: *giggling* No, the funniest thing is- I'm always writing posts about how much I hate him, but damn man, you've been going for 4 minutes! And that's only when I started recording. You were already going before that! *cackling*

Mom: I jus- I can't stand him. Every-story! And even- Even if I read a story where he's supposedly a good guy, which to me is really stretching it because I don't view him as a good guy, I view him as a fucking lying menace!

Me: *cackles*

Mom: Anybody! Anybody who plans a child's death! 'Oh, and let's- let's then withhold- let's withhold important information involving said child!' *coughs*

Me: Yeah, I'm salty about the Sirius thing, cuz if he ju- if he'd just been like a little up front about it, Sirius wouldn't have had to die, I'm just saying!

Mom: That was planned!

Me: I'm so mad!

Mom: *unintelligible words* You what- He would have had- If he would have lived with Sirius, he would have grown a backbone. He would have become more self-sufficient. He would have known what his expectations are as uh- you know, as an Heir of- Potter. He would have known what he should-have-known, if he had grown up in the wizarding world.

Me: And he wouldn't have such a weird relationship with the memory of his parents.

Mom: And also, the sad fact is, because he wouldn't have grown up in an abusive- ev- I- neglecting people and starving them and knocking into- into fuckin- that's- that's abusive!

Me: Uh! Yes! And hitting him with a frying pan!

Mom: He wouldn't have grown up abused! And therefore, he wouldn't have clung to the first person to show him some consideration.

Me: God, man.

Mom: And that's not really consideration when you take in the fact that that dumb fucking ugly ass son of a bitch PLANNED HIS DEATH! How can you look somebody in the eye, look a child in the eye, knowing that you planned their death?!

Me: Or in HBP when he was like, 'I knew it was gonna be rough for you.' Bitch, WHAT?! *CACKLES*

Mom: Bitch! Bitch, bend over, I'll show you what's rough. That ain't fucking right. That ain't fucking right!

Me: *MINOR WRETCHING FROM LAUGHIGN SO HARD*

Mom: You're getting me all fired up!

Me: I DIDN- I DIDN-! *laughing* It wa- I was talking about fanfic and it ended up on thi- *giggling*

Mom: Yeah! Just the very mention of tha- I hate him. I just- I abho- I abhor him. I would rather be locked in a room with your father!

Me: OH MY GOD!

Mom: -Than have to deal with Dumbledore. I fucking hate people like that!

Me: Deadass! *sniffles*

Mom: Dumbledore ain't not Gryffindor btw, he's a Slytherin.

Me: Yeah, and not the good kind either!

Mom: No, not the good kind. Not the good kind. Like I said, I will take my chances with Voldemort any day.

Me: Yeah. I'd take Slughorn over Dumbledore no matter how weird Slughorn is.

Mom: I can't stand Slughorn but that's because he's creepy.

Me: Yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mom: And he's not like, a malicious- He's just literally, just- his mind is just like, where- what-who- who has the connection that can help me? It's not like, 'Hey, Harry, I planned your death already!'

Me: The funniest thing is that Slughorn and Dumbledore are both collectors. It's just that, you know, Dumbledore's collection is- *cuts off*

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I please request “You’re allowed to be weak” for Jumbo? Istg, he needs his rest one way or another.

UGHHHH my boy, he needs sleep ;-;

105 Comfort Prompts

32. "You're allowed to be weak, you know."

Honestly, to you it’s a miracle that every single member of the circus isn’t sick more often than they are. You’ve seen that Peter and Wendy get ill more frequently than the rest, but they’re a surprisingly healthy bunch in general.

You’ve also watched your lover power through things that he really shouldn’t. JUMBO sees himself as someone who can’t ever let himself put down the weights that are on his back. He won’t let himself sit for too long, he can’t just do nothing even if he’s resting, and he feels the need to shield the rest of his family, to do the hard things himself.

It made you wince when he shrugged off a sprained wrist so that he could help set up a new tent, and it resulted in his hand being numb for several hours that night. It broke your heart when he didn’t stop doing his usual back-breaking work while he had a horrible cold; he didn’t stop coughing for two months even after he was mostly well.

Now he’s actually running a fever, with more body aches than usual, a wheeze in his breathing, and he can barely speak. Even with all this, he still tried to get to work, only for Joker to take one look at him and, according to witnesses, quip, “Alrigh’, then, ‘andsome, I’m gonna go grab (Name) so they can drag y’r arse back intae bed!” before he proceeded to do just that.

The only thing which stands between Jumbo and working himself into the ground is you.

“You move one more muscle and you’ll regret it,” you mumble when you see him trying to push himself up. Thankfully, he’s so drained from how ill he is that it doesn’t take much more than a gentle shove to keep him in bed. It would be almost comical if it weren’t sad, that he tries to get up only for a feather-light touch to send him back down.

Despite the fact that he can barely keep his eyes open, he gives you a grunt. You think he’s more frustrated with his own body’s sudden lack of strength than with you. “I gotta work, darlin’.”

You shake your head, like you’re vetoing the most unreasonable request you’ve ever heard. “No, you don’t. All you have to do right now is sleep.”

“Ev’ryone needs me…”

“They’ll get along without you for a few days.”

“(Name)…”

“Jumbo,” you tease. Then you lean over to press a kiss to the top of his head, and your other hand slips down to rub his back. Notably, the slightest bit of tension seems to bleed out of him when you do that. “You don’t expect Peter and Wendy to work when they’re sick. You physically yank Freckles off the ladder to the tightrope when they try to climb up there with a fever. You tell Joker to just not run shows for a day when he’s feeling too poorly to play ringleader. Why do you expect more out of yourself than you’d expect from everyone else?”

His irritated, partially shameful silence speaks volumes. You knew he wouldn’t have a good answer to that. If he said anything at all, he’d be forced to admit that he doesn’t think he deserves the same as everyone else, and he knows you’d argue with that notion.

After a moment of quiet, you take out the rag you’ve been soaking in cool water. Every so often you take it out and wipe down his face with it; time for that. “Stay still, alright? I know this is going to be cold, but it’ll help.”

Although he grumbles a little about it, because the sensation is disorienting thanks to the fever trying to tell him he’s already cold, he doesn’t necessarily fight you. Much as Jumbo works himself more than he should, never stops moving… when it comes to you, (especially you having a good point), he largely lets you do whatever you want.

Once you put the cloth back into the bowl of water, you carefully drape yourself over his shoulders. You make sure not to put too much pressure… this is just the easiest way to be close to him. “My love.” Your fingers stroke lovingly at the base of his neck.

“You’re allowed to be weak, you know. It’s your body’s way of telling you that you need to rest.” You trail a ghost of a kiss over his cheek. “You are very sick right now. If you don’t let yourself be weak for a little while, you might never be strong again. I know you love your family, and I do too, but they can do without you while you aren’t feeling well. Do you think they’d rather have you doing things for them or would they rather you take care of yourself?”

All those words hang in the air for what feels like a long time. Finally, a soft, exhausted sigh leaves his lips. “… ’M sorry.”

You tilt your head. “For?”

“Bein’ a stubborn, stupid bell-end.”

Well, he gets points for making you laugh. “Didn’t Peter say something like that to his sweetheart not too long ago? I don’t think you want to be imitating him.” You press another kiss to his cheek. “I forgive you, though. I know this isn’t easy for you… I just worry.”

You lay your head against his shoulder. “Because I love you, you know.”

“Love y’ too.” At last, he closes his eyes. His voice is rough, unable to rise above a whisper and catching on every breath. “Mhhhh… make y’ a deal.”

“Oh?”

He nods, and a few coughs slip out before he says anything else. “I’ll sleep… only if y’ stay ‘ere with me.”

You can’t help but smile as you climb into bed with him, settling in and holding him as well as you’re able to. “Oh, what a difficult choice. How could I ever possibly take that deal…?”

He chuckles, which only makes him cough again. You’re here to pat his back and get him through it. “Oi… don’t be cheeky… jus’ c’mere ‘n’ cuddle…”

There’s nothing else you’d rather do right now.

[koishua]

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡: 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗

an entire sweetheart mixed with a decent amount of a pain in the ass. he had been your friend before anything, so you know how he functions, having spent years with him. honestly, calling him your bf makes you feel a tad bit weirded out for a seconf because you had always called him your best friend for so long ugh

it’s always a good kind of weird though :( it feels very surreal. 

none of you wanted to risk breaking your whatever sort of tension filled friendship going on.

he had actually prepared to confess to you on multiple occasions with all of the scripted words and all that jazz, but each time, when push came to chove, he would chicken out lmao

same would be for you, too nervous to do the deed and just. freaking. confess???

honestly, life would have been so much easier for the two of you had either of you put on your “big boy pants” on lmfao

your confession would end up being a spur of the moment kind of deal

rest is under the cut!

you’d be play-fighting each other in his room since he wanted to test out his new taekwondo skills on you smh (which reminds me!! you definitely have had a few bruises because you challenged him bahahaha)

and you’d roll around on the floor trying to outmaneuver each other and lock them down

bam.

your forehead smashed against his and then the back of your head ended up thonking on the side of his mattress ;-; pain. 

he is dying out of laughter when that happens :’) he is wheezing and struggling to breathe, immediately going over to your side to pull you up and cradling your head in his arms

not thinking about anything because it all seemed very funny, he would press a kiss on your forehead where you had bumped into him :((((((

and then

yeah he would burn bright red when he realised what he did sdfbvhfcb

you’d just sit there, frozen and baffled by the events that had just occurred.

cue the awkward silence because you are teens and have to make everything so awkward lmfao honestly his blinks are so cute istg he would be looking like a deer caught in headlights

you would wordlessly decide not to talk about whatever that had just happened to each other and bring it up huhuuhuh. 

the tension would still linger the following days though djbvfj every brush of your hands, every stray look casted at each other, every smile and laugh would feel so much more different than they were before. 

one day you would both have enough of stepping around egg shells around each other and just burst :(( cue the awkward teen confessions hehe oml he would feel like crawling into a hole and just... stay to rot because he stumbled over his words a few times while trying to say that he likes you ;-; cute.

after that, it’s pretty smooth sail though wbk yang jungwon best boy :(

your friends would look suspisciously at you whenever you’d have one of those silent conversations with your eyes during class :’)

jungwon isn’t sappy, he hates mushy gushy yucky sweet stuff bahahaha. that’s why it still feels like you are just two best friends who sometimes hold each others’ hands for a little too long, stare at each others’ faces for a little more than usual and stuff :(((( just very wholesome without being too djcnvldfjkbd if you know what i mean 

that doesn’t mean that he won’t do sweet gestures to you both at school and when you hang out together outside :(

he would take your bag out of your hold without giving it much thought, walk according to your own pace and let you rest your head on his shoulders to take a nap during breaks if you felt tired ;-;

istg everything feels so natural with him once you get past that awkward “are we friends? are we more than friends?” stage :’)

you would attend his tournaments and cheer for him ugh <//3 his heart would definitely burst when he sees you on the side with his mom and sister sdjcbjcb (i’m imagining this and busting a big fat uwu internally because tournaments have such a special atmosphere imo. i miss it oof- ;-; )

he would definitely be shy whenever his friends tease him about his actions near you dfuhbdfj wants to curl into a ball and roll away merrily lmao

would walk you to your classes if you have seperate ones :( 

also, r.i.p because he would definitely be giving you funny faces whenever you try to give a presentation or answer a question on the board bahahah

a lot of high fives for any small accomplishment lmao it’s very endearing

always searches around for you whenever he is happy or nervous :(((( just- he is always on the lookout for you okay? he feels more relaxed if he knows you are there

when you two are alone, he loves to sneak his fingers through yours and intertwine them together, loving the way it would feel. it’s very comforting for him :(

also, he doesn’t mention it, but he dies and cries a little inside whenever you play with his locks because IT. FEELS. SO. GOOD. IT’S SO CUTE. PLEASE NEVER STOP TOUCHING HIS HAIR.

he somehow remembers every detail about yo and the smallest things you ever mentioned :( uses that ability to surprise you ;-; <//3

also, play dates with maeumi ;-;-;-;-;-; you’d run around and goof off, just the three of you :(( he always has a blast with you and just generally loves the time he spends with you <//3

he loves teasing you and judges you for your horrible decisions a lot lmao like that one time you decided to mix two unmixable ingredients together in your smoothie and almost ended up throwing up the drink in his kitchen sink lmfao

he has so so so many blurry pictures of you taken at who knows what hour and where because you literally cannot make out anything from the picture except the fact that it’s you bahaha

he has his homescreen set as you :(( he kept the shot of you playing with the plushy claw machine with your wide eyes and excited jumping when you managed to win a llama plush toy as his wallpaper for the longest time even though the quality wasn’t the nicest since he had also been just as excited as you were :’(((

smiles dumbly to himself any time he opens his phone lmao he also has blackmail material with your meme faces he had manage to catch vidsjkcn;jk not that you don’t have the exact same stuff as him >:)

you caught him singing once and would never let him down because HE. SOUNDED. SO. GOOD.?????

you would beg to make him sing any chance you got because everyone deserved to be serenaded by his honestly very unique and loveable voice ugh

he would end up agreeing to participate in a mini karaoke event that had popped up at your school, goofing off for you but still sounding amazing istg how is he real???

you have more than a few recordings of his dance covers he would show you sometimes and you would learn new choreos together :((( you’d almost die laughing the first time you saw him popping in his sleep, a recording of that stashed in your phone storage bahaha

also, jungwon may not be clingy at school or outside, but whenever you have sleepovers together,,, oh boy is he soft ;-;

once he is tired and ready to just crash and sleep, he would let down his teasing and transform into a softie <//3 i just cry at the thought of his holding you by your middle and not letting you go anywhere while he starts dozing off ;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;

he is a shy boy when it comes to physical affection, so no pda lmao not in public he would absolutelu combust :’)

but when no one is there to watch, he smiles so wide when you pepper his face with kisses ;-; 

i’m soft <//3

loves waddling slowly around while hugging you, swaying left and right while his arms are wrapped around you and you try to just go the living room to grab your phone from the table sjbfdhcb

loves it when you cup his face and run your thumb over his dimples ;-;-;-;-;-;-; 

oof- anyways, i’m getting carried off omg okay bye this is the end of it <//3

[duskholland]

imagine tom coming back from work a little bit grumpy from all the teasing texts you’ve been sending him while on set with a skirt on; and so when he gets home he immediately takes you to the kitchen counter and bends you over, only pulling down your panties midway on your thighs and just finger fucking you while you’re so loud but he makes you keep your head down while he pleasures you skshdhdhdhddh I canttttt

ooooft… I took this a step further than you asked because istg this ignited something inside me. extended warnings beneath cut but this is nsfw so 18+ minors dni !!!!!

—clearing out the askbox: smut edition—

extended warnings: dom!tom, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, light spanking but it’s not A Thing, fingers, hair pulling. yum.

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You know exactly what you’re doing as you slip on your new skirt and take a few photos in front of the long bedroom mirror. The full-length glass means it’s easy to get the angles right, and you find yourself arching your back and bending in a way you know will drive Tom mad. There’s a smirk on your face as you send him a few snaps, following them up with a brief text that says only: do you like my new skirt?

It takes your boyfriend about an hour to respond, away on set shooting all day, but when your phone lights up with a burst of texts in quick succession, you find yourself biting at your lip.

Tom: are you trying to kill me

Tom: you know I’m in a skin-tight suit

Tom: you look so fucking hot

You smile, responding with a couple more pictures, and enjoying Tom’s slow disintegration from coherent sentences to a flurry of mismatched emojis. You torment him all day, feeling mischievous, knowing you’ll incur his wrath later for it, but enjoying the game. There’s nothing you like more than riling up your boyfriend.

When Tom finally arrives back from set, you’re in the kitchen cutting up some fruit. You hear the front door slam and immediately bite back a smirk, discreetly tugging up the band of your short skirt and straightening your back.

Tom storms into the kitchen, tossing his keys down on the table. As the sound of metal rattles through the air, he tugs off his jacket and throws it away, his eyes almost black as he stares at you, hard. There’s a warm flush to his cheeks, and his brown hair lies in a messy heap on top of his head.

“Hi,” you say, blinking at him innocently. You lean against the counter, facing him as he stalks towards you, rubbing his hands together like he’s on a mission. “Nice day at work?”

Tom wraps his hands around your hips, grabbing you roughly and pulling you close. “Shut up,” he mutters, eyes glinting. He presses a hard kiss to your lips before shifting his palms down to your ass. He flips your skirt up easily and grabs handfuls of your flesh, smirking when you whimper. “You know exactly what you did to me.” He kneads your skin for a while, lips biting at your neck, sucking deep aching hickeys to your throat until you’re whimpering at grabbing at his hair. “I was so hard all day in that fucking suit. Couldn’t think about anything apart from you and this tiny little skirt.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, earning yourself a glare.

“Turn around,” he says. Tom steps back, giving you a split second to follow his instructions before he’s pushing you into position. He bends you over the counter, your head hanging over the sink, and you moan when he spanks you roughly. 

“You know what I’m going to do?” He asks. “I’m going to finger you until you forget your fucking name. Gonna keep going until you forget about anything that isn’t me.” Tom accompanies his words with his hands, travelling beneath your skirt to tug down your thin thong. He doesn’t both to remove it completely, lets it hang between your thighs as he knocks your legs apart and runs two fingers through your slit. His mouth is at your ear, and you shiver as you hear the huskiness in his voice. “Going to make you cum, again and again, until you regret ever sending me those photos.”

You buck down against his touch, trying desperately to coax him into you. The presence of two of his slender fingers by your hot entrance taunts you.

“Please,” you whine, whimpering when he slips a finger up to briefly rub your clit. “Please, Tom.”

“Mm, well since you asked so nicely.”

A gasp leaves you when Tom slips two fingers into you. He moves slowly for the first few thrusts, opening you up, feeling your wetness soak his digits, but then he picks it up. You cry out, pushing back against him, feeling the presence of his warm body pressing up against yours as he curves his fingers and fucks you - fast. It’s sudden and intense, makes you whimper and tighten your knuckles around the countertop, overcome with the waves of warming pleasure.

“Tom,” you moan. You crane your neck back, wanting to take a look at his face, but you’re stopped in your tracks when Tom’s other hand grabs your hair and pushes you down.

“You don’t get to look at me,” he barks, voice twanging with his thick London accent. He presses your head down, and you have to bend your back as he pushes your face into the hollow space of the sink. “All you get are my fingers, darling. That’s all you deserve.”

With his fingers gripping tightly at your hair, pain arcs out from your head and travels straight to your cunt, just adding to the slick arousal between your legs. You find it so hot being manhandled like this - being spread open and fucked against the counter, Tom’s fingers unrelenting and firm as he brings you up to orgasm.

“C-Can I cum?” You ask, wheezing, voice tight.

“Yeah.” As he speaks, Tom thrusts his fingers with renowned energy, making you whimper. “C’mon, darling, let me feel you.”

You spiral into climax, your eyes screwing shut as your cum with a cry. There’s no room to move, as Tom’s pressing you into the counter, and that just ensures that your orgasm lasts for what feels like an eternity. He strokes at your g-spot, thumb wrangling your clit, and you cry his name, over and over again, whimpering.

He doesn’t stop.

“T-Tom,” you whine, shifting around. You try to raise your head, but he just pushes you down again, and you gasp as his fingers continue their work between your legs. Your bud pulses, tender from the previous orgasm but aching deliciously as Tom works you up again, never stopping. It only intensifies as he adds a third finger, stretching your wet cunt, making you shake. “‘S too much.”

He hums coldly. “Too much?” Tom asks, chuckling. “You didn’t seem to care earlier, when you were sending me all those photos, hm? Thought you wanted to get fucked.”

You can’t form words, your head spinning. The sounds of your wetness being thrust around as Tom edges you closer and closer to a second orgasm are lewd and provocative, and you’re clenching around him despite feeling overwhelmed. Your body craves release, and he knows it - knows you love nothing more than being completely at his mercy, bent over the counter, half-naked and exposed as he has his way with you.

Tom finally releases your head and uses that hand to slap your ass, causing you to whimper.

“Feel s’good,” you moan, feeling it building again. The warmth in the pit of your stomach swells faster this time as you feel Tom’s hand move between your legs, brushing you against your thighs, your folds, your pussy. His skin is wet with your arousal. “G’nna cum again, shit, Tom, I’m gonna cum.”

“Come on, darling,” he murmurs, voice drifting over you, “Let go for me.”

You groan as you cum again, whimpering and moaning with high-pitched noises that sound foreign in your mouth. Tom’s hand goes to your back, and he keeps you still, forcing you in place to feel every powerful, sensitive sensation spreading out from your centre. It’s more powerful than the first orgasm, leaves you gasping for breath and shaking, your cunt throbbing from the stimulation. Thankfully, Tom pulls his hand away from your centre, and you’re able to exhale properly.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, pulling you up from the counter. There’s a dull ache in your front from where the jagged edge of the marble had been digging into you, but it fades when Tom spins you around and kisses you. When he pulls back, he uses his clean hand to cup your cheek, staring at you with warm, brown eyes. “That skirt drives me mad.”

You bite your lip, voice a little shaky as you watch him lick his fingers clean. “Thought it would,” you reply. Your breath hitches when Tom moves closer, and you feel the rise of his cock straining against his jeans.

“Mm, you were right.” Tom kisses the corner of your mouth, then pulls away to smirk at you. “Think I’ll fuck you now,” he mutters. “I like the sight of you bent over the counter for me.”

[mako-neexu]

86 EIGHTY SIX S2 EP11 (reaction but mostly screaming) PART 1

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG FOR THIS EPISODE I COULDN’T WAIT TO WATCH IT BY THE TIME I FINISHED THE EP I WAS BAWLING MY EYES OUT

- i legit thought shin was dead but im thankful for his plot armor oh mygod

- god kiri.... i just want to hug the entire nouzen family

- ISTG THE SCENE WITH SHIN’S BROTHER MAKES ME so weaak i swear

-ugh the way shin stood up and his scarf covered him in the flashback???  god i love 86 so much

-SHIN’S ENTIRE TEAM COVERED IN BLOOD I WANT TO PERISH

-”Thank you, Shin”

-one thing i love about this show is that shin isnt the dark and brooding anime protag where he’s nothing but a badass. this episode showed every single emotion he had been keeping and i just--

-im so fucking weak right now

-”Why does every single one of them... leave me alone... die before me...And then tell me we’re the ones who fight to the end...That that’s what makes us who we are...”

-WHEN I SAW KURENA, RAIDEN AND THE OTHERS HAVING THEIR FOR BE LIGHTER AND RAIDEN SAID “We left you alone again, haven’t we?”

-I LOVE THIS SHOW’S USE OF THE BLACK FRAME. LIKE THEM USING IT TO INJURE SHIN’S ARM WAS A COOL USE OF IT.

-ITS ALSO A SYMBOL OF HIS MENTAL STATE god i love this show did you know that??????

-shin’s expressions in the entire episode

-thank you Chiba Shouya-san for voicing Shin!! you really nailed every emotion he felt!!

-when the remaining legion exploded, i really loved the fact that the light in his eyes returned wheeze XD

- ITS SHOUSA

- VLADILENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I MISSED YOU SO MUCH

- OH MY GOD SO THE FIELD ISNT REALLY BLUE ITS THE SAME AS THE OP IM GOING INSANE BJTCHCHH

-oh my godd my favorite ship ever THEYRE FINALLY MEETING PLEASE KISS HOLY SHIT

-why,,, why isn’t he getting out i know youre injured BUT OPEN THE HATCH

-SHAKES MY IRON BARS IF YOU TWO DON’T MAKE DIRECT EYE CONTACT THIS EPISODE--

-shes so beautiful and strong. her voice is unwavering holy shit im in love with lena

-”Will you come with me?” excuse me sir thats not how dates WORK?!?!?! get outta thereeeee

”I will stay in this country and continue to fight”.

-shin wanted to her to come with him.... but then when she voiced out her desires..... HIS EYES SOFTENED I LITERALLY CANT

-”Fight? Why? Are you in a hurry to die? Then you would’ve done better not to fight at all. “

-HER EYES. HER EYES. HER EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!

-CRAP THAT WAS SO GOOD. THE WAY SHE LITERALLY STEPPED ON THE BLACK FRAME OF THE EPISODE?!?!??! THAT WAS SO POWERFUL. DAMN

-”Even if I’m not strong enough to win, I won’t embarrass myself by giving up and falling to my knees.”

-”I’ll keep fighting until the very last moment of my life.”

“I know people who lived that way, and they believed that I could do the same.”

“So we...So I... will fight until I reach them, and until I can take them to what lies ahead!”

-i am so stunned i cant even speak verbally right now

-”I am Captain Vladilena Milize, the commander of the former Republic’s Defense Forces.”

-THE FRAME TURNED WHITE AND ITS DISAPPERARING IM GOING TO DISAPPEAR ON THE SPOT TOO I SWEAR I NEED TO SHAKE SOMEONE RGHT NOW

”And I will never run from this war!”

-those spider lilies.... the symbol of death IS EVERY WHERE AROUND THEM. AND HERE THEY ARE. LIVING. BREATHING. FIGHTING TO LIVE EVEN AS THOSE WHO LOVED THEM WILL EVENTUALLY DIE

”Major...”

-THE OP FORESHADOWED THIS!!?!??!?!?! I HAVE TO READ MY LIGHT NOVELS

-CANT THE TWO OF YOU HUG ALREADY

-”What duty do you have to the dead?” AND IT WAS FOLLOWED BY THE FKNGGGGGGGG FIREWORKS andA CERTAIN MEMORY WHO IS THE DIRECTOR OF THIS SHOW I NEED TO SHAKE THEM OVER HOW GOOD THIS IS

”They told me not to forget.”

-shin’s surprised face........please oh my god im breaking down.... im cryinggggggg this episode is too amazing

-”They told me about what would happen. About the Legion’s large-scale assault. And that’s how I survived.”

-”They wanted me to survive.”

-”They told me they wanted to see me again. And that’s why I can still fight.”

“So I want to be who they thought I could be. They’re gone now but I want to get to where they are. To catch up to them...”

-IS THAT THE WHITE PIG PRINCESS DRAWING IM GOING TO CRY EVEN MORE.IM RUNNING OUT OF TISSUES HERE

-”And this time...fight with them.”

THE ENTIRE 86 PICTURE. THE IMAGE. THE ENTIRE TEAM. NO ONE FORGOT.

-NO ONE EVER FORGOT

-”Because... I want to take them beyond this battlefield.”

-Shin.....Oh, Shin.......

-And oh boy lena is not yet done destroying my tear ducts--

[calyssmarviss]

WHEEL OF TIME 01x01. - Leavetaking

SPOILER-ish live reaction

(Aka I’ve read the entire series and i don’t even know what counts as spoilers anymore.)

- Moiraine in pants <3

- A boy or a girl. No. But if you want… i guess.

- Dark Friend Alert!

- WE CANT SEE THE WEAVES. That’s good. Means it depends on PoV and we can still have our weirdass standing still one power battles <3

- LAN

- Rumors of 4 ta’veren? What. 1 how are there rumors already and 2 kay guess that’s Egwene. Not a big fan of that. I mean, i personally think she’s got moments of ta’veren-ness but she’s not It, ya know. Not in the utterly weird-ass way the boys are.

- “The Old Blood runs deep in this mountains.”

- HOLY FJUCKING SHIT ARE THOSE AGE OF LEGENDS RUINS

- title card

- WOMAN CIRCLE BUSINESS - men stfu

- might as well throw the whole girl out

- COPLINS AND CONGARS

- why am i so happy about hearing the local trash people family names why

- MAT MY BELOVED

- and look Perrin’s there too

- Who’s that chick

- NO LUCK YET BUDDY

- Oh no. I’m having rat feels. Why am like like this it’s just shoulder touches and i know better (like, literally, there is nothing there. Oh my god if they show us the Road to Caemlyn I’m going to die).

- OH SHIT PERRIN IS MARRIED I KNEW THAT HOW DID I KNEW THAT WAS IT A CASTING THING

- WHY ISN’T BRAN FAT

- I DONT TRUST HIM NOW

- So dramatic Lan

- Oh and here’s the wife. Nice meeting you girl. Too bad you’re about to get fridged.

- AND YOUR UNBORN CHILD WITH YA

- OH HERE WE GO, DOING THE CAUTHONS DIRTY

- My man Abel would never

- Natti wtf. Speak better to your son.

- Josha is baby. That’s all.

- Oooooooh. Kissing without waiting for marriage. How scandalous Randall.

- Okay, now that is scandalous.

- And THAT

- MOIRAINE AND LAN ARE BATHING TOGETHER AND IT’S ENTIRELY PLATONIC I LOVE THIS SONG

- which one - cut to Egg. lol

- lol what since when can’t Wisdoms marry

- Are we in a western

- There was music that sounded kinda country earlier and now the whistling over the myyrdraal

- MATRIM

- you’re a thief now???

- and makin deals with Fain. Yikes.

- Oh Rand honey. *pat pat* have I got news for you about your future.

- WTF are you talking about Moiraine of course Nynaeve is from there

- Wait is that really a thing now

- I love how Barney talks <3 gonna miss him when he’s gone (still don’t know why he’s gone btw if someone has the beans, spill them to me)

- Geez that’s a loud wind... which actually makes me think about Machin Shin, which is funny given that the Trollocks are coming through waygate.

- *wheezes* an animal carcass dragon fang aka Darkspawn art installation. How very GoT 01x01 How very ~ every media outlet out there ~ of me to make that comparison.

- oh to hear Rand al’Thor title drop

- oh to hear Tam al’Thor say to Lews Therin Telamon to do better than the last time

- Are you mayhaps feeling an affinity with this woman Egwene?

- THIS IS A WESTERN

- HERE THEY COME

- me, right in the middle of the trolloc attack: two rivers wool must be so warm, look at all those people wandering around barely clothed when winter is lingering

- istg if mat’s sisters die…

- istg if that was cenn buie dying… jk don’t care

- bella?

- narg?

- hello blade master daddy

I would like to take that last one back

- not narg :( this one wasn’t smart

- WEAVES

- Because of the girls pov or Moiraine’s?

- Oh no that’s totally the girl’s

- Ahah two rivers folks

- PERRIN WITH AN AXE

- Interesting channeling representation with the interlocking weaves in the middle and the ones on the side. Shows it’s got some technicality to it if you catch my drift. Like, weaving in a certain way gives you different results…

- Oh shit

- Hooooly shit didn’t expect that to happen like that

- Damn

- That’s really not gonna be good for Perrin’s psyche

- MOIRAINE YOU DUMBASS NEVER PULL THE BLADE OUT UNTIL YOU HAVE SOMEONE TO HEAL YOU THATS WHY YOURE NOT A YELLOW OH MY GOD

- Light, or your angreal

- Channeling earth. I think? Or maybe air if it’s a pressure thing.

- No delirious night in the woods :(

- Yeah where is Nynaeve

- gone where i think i missed something

- No kisses for Mat i see. Show!Natti sucks

- Aaaaaaand Tam is just fine

- Eyes so white lmao what.

- “Glimpses of the turning of the wheel” it’s fine you can say “glimpses of the pattern” girl

- Right out of the bat she drops the D word

- Asdfghjkl this was so coincidental that they happened to be all 4 right around her as she made her little speech you go Pattern i guess but i would have laughed at her i mean the guys didn’t even see the Myyrdraals they haven’t been singled out at all during all this why would they believe her is that compulsion

- Wait they’re seriously going

- Just like that

- Where is even Thom

- Where is the Manetheren speech 😭

- Yeah i guess it was A Beginning

Asdfghjkl i don’t even know what to think about all this.

[realcube]

YOU GOT: TŌRU OIKAWA

matchup for @triniteaaa​ !

‘my hobbies include making niche playlists (because i’m on that gifted kid burnout type beat), watching crime shows, baking, cooking, dancing in the kitchen WHILE baking and cooking, singing in the shower, reading poetry about love, and ruthlessly making fun of my friends (in the most loving ways)’

♡ remember that scene were oikawa had his lil blue earbuds in, watching the game on his phone before yanking out his earbuds and running away (the scene where everyone started simping over his ear); imagine that scene except, instead of being salty and and scaring innocent children, oikawa is taking a brisk winter jog through his community, admiring the scenery, thinking of you while a niche playlist you made for him is playing through his earbuds 

♡ oikawa is the epitome of failing to meet the high expectation set for him at a young age by himself, peers, teachers and parents - like if he was a host in OHSHC, y’know how they all have their ‘types’ (mori is the ‘strong, silent type’, honey is the ‘boy lolita type etc etc), oikawa’s would be the ‘gifted kid bournout but still charming type’

♡ so yeah, to elaborate on that ^ he probably gets what your are going through and gives you reassurance when you need it - but for the most part, he just likes to bury it deep down within and make jokes about it with you 🤠

♡ as for the crime shows, i can imagine oikawa enjoying true crime podcasts and stuff like that so he’d definitely watch them with you but if you get scared afterwards - like if you hear an eerie noise in the house and get frightened - don’t expect him to be of any help. like yeah, he’ll wrap his arms around you, rub comforting circles on your back and tease you for being his lil scardey-cat but in reality, he just does a fairly good job of hiding the fact he is literally shitting himself too

♡ idk if oikawa cooks but he’d look hot asf in an apron so- KRBRHX he probably gets one with something like ‘kiss the chef 💋’ written on it and whenever you go near him while he is cooking and try to talk to his, he gestures to the words on his aprons lmao

♡ he enjoys baking/cooking but he doesn’t do it too often or passionately, the only time he does is when he needs to eat or during a date with you. bc if you’re in the kitchen making cookies then ofc he is going to join you- he’s not very much help though; the most he does is take the cookies out of the oven for you when you’re preoccupied but other than that, he’s more of a hinderance bc he likes to wipe dough on your face just to annoy you 

♡ istg oikawa noticing you cooking while one of your more romantic playlists is on in the background, then swooping in, taking both of your hands in his own and waltzing around the kitchen with you. him mouthing the lyrics to the song and admiring your flustered expression as you stumbled, trying to match his pace ..lives in my head rent free 🤠

♡ ok so if you’re showering in en suite bathroom and he’s in the room next door, please sing loud enough for him to hear you through the walls and the heavy pattering of the water against the shower floor...because he’ll 100% sing back/sing with you 

♡ like if it’s a chill, quiet song you’ll probably be able to hear his faint humming through the wall if you listen closely; if it’s a song with a duet, he’ll sing as which ever part you don’t want; if it’s a song with long notes, where the singer has a very powerful voice, he’ll reach that part and try hit the high/low note with you so you can both laugh at each other afterwards

♡ i could go on forever about how he sings different songs with you so i’ll stop rn-

♡ i hc that he got into reading poetry/love stories (yes, twilight- he’s team edward) after his breakup and now he’s addicted but he probably tries to hide it from you until one rainy day, you’re not feeling to well but he can’t do much to help and he feels worthless- so he reads you poetry to try make you feel better :))

♡ omg yes he probably listens to the way you make fun of your friends and uses that to describe them, if yk what i mean.. 

♡ so like, for example, if one of your friends is really short and you playfully call them tiny or goblin over a call and he overhears, if you ever mention that friend in future conversations, expect him to be like ‘eh? i don’t know who you are talking about- wait! do you mean your friend gremlin-chan?’ and you’ll fkn wheeze and make him promise never to say that again pfft

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ 

'my star sign is aries sun with leo moon and pisces venus, so i’m an emotional hopeless romantic. in terms of love languages, i tend to feel love and show my love through quality time and physical touch (despite the fact that i’m usually repulsed by touching people and being touched), so i’d be a sucker for just cuddling in silence or doing my own thing in my s/o’s presence.’

♡ oikawa is a cancer so y’all are both charming, happy on the outside and sad bitches ready to explode on the inside so together, y’all are an unstoppable force

♡ also, i think oikawa’s love languages are quality time and words of affirmation - he shows that he cares by constantly making time for you, putting you above anything else on his schedule and as for words of affirmation, he just likes it when you compliment him on his sets 🥰

♡ but there is really a little bit of everything with him tbh; he likes to get you expensive, over-the-top, grand gifts for special occasions - like that one time he bought you a pandora ring for you birthday (after only being with you for a few months) and also sometimes he brings you random plushies bc he saw it in a shop window and ‘reminded him of you’ - so that could be considered gift-giving as apart of his love language

♡ he always does the dishes after you are done cooking but other than that, he doesn’t do many acts of service

♡ as for physical touch, whenever he sees you cooking/looking like a deity in general, he sneaks up behind you, slips his arms around your waist, rests his chin on your shoulder and either talk to you or hum along to the song playing in the background 

♡ despite that, he respects the fact you don’t like being touched so he won’t touch you all too often if you don’t want him to, so he usually let’s you initiate the cuddling

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for @triniteaaa​: ok so when i first read your req then you mentioned how you like to dance while you cook i immediately thought of iwaizumi but then i read your story mode req and at first i was proud of myself i am a psychic apparently but then i realised that i said i wouldn’t give ppl their self-ship for their matchup so i was a bit stuck as to who to pair you up with but then upon reading over your req once more, i realised there were two possible candidates: oikawa or akaashi. bc your love for poetry and how one of your love languages is quality time made me think of akaashi but everything else about you just screams ‘oikawa’s soulmate’-