#they cant not have water bottles right?

[onlinecasualty]

do they? not have? water bottles? no this is important. how do these kids consume water on the daily? they are d1 athletes i refuse to think they all just patiently wait in line to use a fountain during practices and games. and i dont even want to think about how little water neil consumes on the run if he doesnt have a water bottle

[3416]

girl you okay? 😭

absolutely fucking not klfjsdklfjsdkl. look at these gifs and tell me you are

[measureyourlifeincake]

open letters to various customers i've had

to all the visibly trans/gnc customers/anyone going for the "most fuckable person in the grocery store" look: hiiiiiiiii i love you i love you i love you i love you, yall make my job worth doing and my life worth living thank you for existing

to every customer i went to high school with: don't fucking look at me (unless youre gay now)

to the customers who put literally everything in produce bags: stop fucking doing that shit. youre just making my life harder. those granola bars are individually wrapped in plastic and in a fully sealed cardboard box. why do you do this to me.

to the guy who came in today asking where the "cooking water" was: wtf dude

love, me, a cashier at a grocery store in my hometown

[screamingay]

somehow these current roommates we have are the worst that ive known yet and last semester we literally had a girl who smoked cigs IN her bedroom. list of grievances below lol

[emcscared-whumps]

oh ho ho, hello, there are a few little art tidbits that i haven't posted /at all/ it seems :)

[itsays]

woke up at lunch time and turns out there's no drinking water. should i kill myself?

[nomaishuttle]

just realized ice never shown you guys angel... Isnt she the prettiest girl youve ever seen.

[sanguinifex]

Guys is there a Duolingo for learning to code

[nerdie-faerie]

Me, tryna get ready: *to the tune of fireflies* you would not believe your eyes, how fucking disorganised

[phagodyke]

had a very weird dream the place I worked was in the marine exploration industry and I was presenting a review of a deep sea probe we were retiring and then woke up extremely abruptly bc my body started digging my uterus out with a million tiny blunt spoons YOWIEEEEOWWW

[housefreak]

more places need to get on the boba slay of completely sealing their drinks so i can actually carry them w/out fear until im ready to actually drink it

[cyan-scales]

to whoever stole my water bottle while I was working today: genuinely fuck you. I hope you have a horrible week. get a life

[kyotosworld]

just confess already!

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader 

summary: the team is sick of seeing how in love Steve and you are while you both pretend you’re just friends. 

(the office au: moments when the teams talks to the camera, like in the office)

warning: language, very cute confession at the end

word count: 1.3k

—

“..andd they’re doing it again,” bucky smirks at the camera before motioning it towards you and steve who were sitting way too closely for “friends”

you were both giggling and whispering about something he was showing you on his phone, before you noticed the camera and very badly tried to act normal by clearing your throat and refocusing on your computer.

steve’s brows furrowed for a second as he watched you leave, worried that he might have done something to upset you. before also realizing that the cameras were directed toward you both. leading him to return to his work in a similar clumsy manner as you.

steve could only hope that the camera didn’t catch how long and how longingly he looked at you after you left.

meanwhile, bucky was still smirking at the camera, “ you see what i mean?”

bucky of course was referring to the ongoing belief of everyone in the office—but you and steve—that you guys were dating.

—

“they need to confess already. i'm sick of the heart eyes,” natasha says before fake gagging. “but seriously, the only people they’re fooling are themselves.”

while natasha was talking to the camera, you and steve were in the office kitchen proving her exactly right. 

“have you heard the…rumors floating around the office?” you ask nervously, while holding a cold water bottle, and standing beside steve as he looks into the fridge for a snack.

at that, he froze because yeah he had heard them but he was also too scared to talk about it with you. then in an attempt to act normal, he hit the top of his head on the ceiling of the fridge. 

“shit!” he exclaimed.

“omg, are you okay?” you wince before putting down your water bottle and checking his head. 

he has his hands on the spot he hit like that’ll help ease the pain, which of course it doesn’t. so, in an attempt to do something other than just watch him in pain, you pick up your cold water, gently move his hands from his injury, and place the bottle against it. 

“there, that should help.” you say softly while still holding the bottle against his head. you’re too focused on easing his pain to notice the way steve is looking at you.

—

“oh those two? we’re still talking about them?” tony asks, “that’s old news. instead, lets focus on me–”

— 

“aww they’re soo cute i cant wait for them to realize!” wanda says excitedly with the biggest smile on her face. she’s a sweetheart.

—

“what, when did this happen? why did no one tell me?!” thor asked with a frown, being the clueless himbo that he was ♡. 

his smile reforms as an idea forms in head, “i must congratulate them!” he exclaims while getting up.

the camera follows thor out of the room and into the main office where steve and you were actually focused on your work for once. 

“CONGRATULATIONS ON THE RELATIONSHIP DEAR MORTALS!” thor yells as he pulls you two into a tight hug. drawing the attention of the rest of the team.

“what?” you ask, gasping but laughing when thor finally lets you out of the bone crushing hug. 

“you and steve! you know i always suspected, but wasn’t a hundred percent sure. why didn’t you tell me?” he questions, getting a bit sad again.

 this time steve pipes up, “you ‘always suspected’ what?” he asks in confusion.

honestly he was getting a bit nervous. you both were, thinking somehow your crush for the other got out and that’s what thor knew.  

but the truth surprised you guys even more, “that you’re dating of course!”

at this, you and steve look at eachother wide eyed and flushed for a moment before looking back at thor. 

“where did you get that information from, thor?” you ask. 

“well apparently, everyone knew but me.” he looks down, “no one ever tells me anything.” 

you guys look around at the rest of the team with surprised looks on your faces, “really?” steve asks, perplexed.

a collection of nods and “yeah”s spread around the room.

clint speaks up, “i honestly thought you guys were engaged already.”

—

after all of that, you and steve kind of avoided each other for a bit. feeling too awkward after the news you both had heard.

but that only lasted for about an hour before you both ended up in the break room at the same time. 

you walked in, distracted, looking down and counting the coins in your hand to see if you had enough for the chips you were craving. due to this, you failed to notice that someone else was in the room with you.

“oh, hi.” steve spoke up, surprised to see you. 

you jump and look up to find steve sitting at a table across the room.

“hi,” you stop in your tracks, surprised and suddenly nervous at the sight of him.

you both stood there for a bit, staring at each other, not knowing what to say.  

“soo–”

“umm–” 

“you go first!”

“no you!” you insist.

“i was just going to ask if uh we’re okay?” steve asks nervously. 

“yeah.” you reply quickly, “why wouldn't we be?” you ask, trying really hard to act normal and like you weren't affected by today's news in the slightest.

but of course steve saw right through it, right through you as he stared at you for a moment before responding, “i'm sorry that things are weird now, and it's all my fault and i totally understand if you don't wanna be friends anymore–” 

“what?!” you interrupt immediately, “steve, of course i don't want to stop being friends.” you say sincerely looking deep into his eyes. 

“and if anything, it's both our faults for being together all the time, no wonder they thought we were together.” you finish while pulling up a chair next to him. 

steve chuckles and shakes his head at that before getting serious again, “so we're good?”

“yes. we’re good.” you smile, causing him to do the same, “plus their assumption didn’t bother me too much…” you looked down as you said the last part.

“what.” steve’s head turns towards you swiftly, he couldn't have heard you correctly, right?

“what? it's not like you’re the worst guy ever. and i guess it's not the worst thing that they saw us as a couple.” you try to answer nonchalantly but are still avoiding his eyes. 

this time, steve’s lips upturned a little, noticing your nervousness, “so you think i'm ‘not the worst guy ever’ huh?” 

you look up and notice he looks a bit amused. “oh shut up, you know what i mean.” you playfully shove his side with your shoulder. 

“no no, i really don't. please. explain it to me.” he jokingly but also somehow convincingly insisted. 

figuring that you weren’t gonna be able to leave this place if you didn’t just admit it, you very speedily say, “fine. you’re an attractive guy and you’re funny and really kind and anyone would be lucky to have you.” at the end of that you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. 

it’s quiet for a moment and when you finally look back at steve he’s smiling softly at you. “i feel the same.”

“you think i’m an attractive guy?” you tease.

“you know what i mean.” he whispers, still smiling.

“i think i do.” you say softly while leaning closer towards him.

but of course thor had to walk by right when steve closed the gap between you two. 

“i knew it! they are dating!!” thor yells as he runs towards the main office. 

[beenbaanbuun]

periods w/ choi san

so i said a while ago about san being a human hot water bottle right? and i’ve just started my period and the cramps are cramping… for some reason the first thought to pop into my head was boyfriend san just being so cosy to cuddle up to. let me just…

so periods suck and they hurt and they make you feel like shit for a few days but san is a gentleman and if he notices his partner in pain, goddammit he will do everything in his power to fix that. and while he cant magically wave a want and make it all go away, he certainly can help with the small things.

“you still hurting, sugarplum?” he coos as he walks to the sofa with two mugs of cocoa in hand. he sets them down on the coffee table before flopping down onto the couch beside you and wrapping you up tightly in his thick, cosy arms. you let out a contented moan as you snuggle further into his chest, finally letting yourself relax now your love is close. “you took those painkillers 40 minutes ago… they should have kicked in by now, right?”

you nod against him as you let your eyes flutter closed. his warmth sinks into your skin, settling deep within your muscles and taking away some of the aches you’ve been feeling all day.

“don’t know why they’ve not worked,” you slur against his chest, face pressed too firmly against his pecs for any of the words you’re saying to come out comprehensible. you hear san chuckle above you before pressing a firm kiss against your hair. he holds it for a few seconds, inhaling your scent deeply as if he’s trying to fill up all his senses with you. “you help, though.”

“oh?” he queries as he pulls away, “i help, do i?”

you nod, “you’re warm… my own boyfriend-sized hot water bottle.”

there’s a rumble through his chest as he chuckles. it’s a nice sound, lulling you deeper into the state of relaxation you’d found yourself in. it’s even more soothing when he slides a hand between your bodies, resting it on your lower stomach where he knows your cramps hit the worst. your body practically turns limp in his grasp as he gradually begins to massage the flesh that sits there.

“does that help?” he asks as if he doesn’t already know the answer. as if you’re not acting like a kitten in his lap, curled up and purring as you bury your face in his soft sweater. he laces his other hand through your hair, petting you like he would a real cat.

“helps so much,” you barely manage to mumble out.

“then i’ll carry on…”

[kamii-2]

Can you do Paige x pregnant reader on live with kk

hi anon! i love the request but i made it different than what you asked for also let’s act like the season isn’t over and stuff like that

warning(s): cussing, pregnancy (obviously)

genre: fluff

pairing(s): paige bueckers x pregnant!reader

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you were in kk’s room with paige, ice, and kk (obviously). kk was on live and you were off screen so nobody knew you were there. “i’ll be right back.” you told them as you got up to go get a water bottle, “okay.” ice replied for everyone. the moment you left you heard kk and paige arguing over if they told the live that you were there or not, you heard a slap then one of them yelling in pain.

while you were getting the water you heard the dorm door open and azzi and nika walked in, “hi y/n!” azzi said what walking up to you and hugging you. “hi.” you replied back while hugging her, “how’s the baby?” she asked while putting her hand on your stomach. “heavy,”you told her honestly, “only 3 more months of this until he’s born.” you sighed, thinking about how cute the baby boy would be. “well i’m gonna go shower, bye.” azzi said as she walk away.

you walked back into kk’s room, as soon as you walked in you seen the comments go crazy. “finally.” kk says as you go back to where you were, “why don’t you come sit over here?” ice questioned. “if i sit on the floor im not getting back up and one of you will have to pick me up.” you answered, “okay? you act like we cant pick you up.” paige argued, “this baby bump makes me like 15 to 20 pounds heavier.” you argued back. paige got off of chair and picked you up and put you in her seat, sitting on the floor next to you. “see now they can see you.” paige says with her head on your left thigh. the comments were talking about how cute you two were and asking about the baby. you were happily answering them and paige would butt in sometimes.

-

you guys had moved to the living room with other teammates, going live on ice’s phone because kk’s died. you were all doing the same thing as before, making fun of each other, arguing (mostly kk and paige), and reading comments.

“can y/n give us a bump reveal?” one of the comments read.

“give the people what they want.” azzi said, she was on the couch next to you. you were in between paige and (obviously) azzi, you had your head on paige’s shoulder and her hand was on your stomach. “i can’t get up.” you told her. “why?” aubrey asked, “i’m pregnant.” you said in a ‘are you dumb’ tone, “the best you guys are gonna get right now is me lifting my shirt from here.” you laughed, everyone else laughing with you.

-

paige had went back to your apartment with you instead of staying at her dorm. you were in your bed, laying on your back with paige’a arm thrown over your stomach. “y/n, i love you.” she mumbled, “i love you too.” you whispered back while giving her a peck on the nose.

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yall i lowkey hate this one and sorry it’s short but i hope you guys enjoyed it!! have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[seulw0nz]

⺀ EMAILS I CANT SEND : NISHIMURA RIKI ╰𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂

ex!riki ੭୧ fem!reader ：（ 𝓯 ） 1OOOwc. ── angst, fluff, break up, fighting, kisses, petnames && ⠀ ｡｡ ARCHiVE ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱

DANiELLE : this was suppose to be finished by riki's bday.. but guess who didn't finish it!! (me)

YOU SIT ALONE IN THE DIM GLOW OF YOUR LAPTOP SCREEN, the room eerily silent except for the faint hum of the fan. your inbox stares back at you. but it’s not the emails you sent that hold your attention tonight—it’s the ones you never did.

the drafts folder, untouched for months, is where your heart still lingers. your name, signed off with "yours forever, yn," feels like a cruel joke now.

forever didn’t last.

unsent email #1: subject: you’re my sunshine

hi riki,

did you know you light up every room you walk into? it’s not fair, really. you’re like the sun, and i’m just a little plant trying to soak up as much of your warmth as i can before you leave again.

i know you’re busy, but i just wanted to say thank you. for being you. for making me laugh when i want to cry, for holding me when the world feels too heavy.

come over soon, okay? i miss you.

yours forever, yn

you wrote that one after a particularly rough day. you hadn’t told him how drained you felt, how the weight of everything had been pressing down on you. but somehow, riki always knew.

he showed up at your door that evening, his hair messy from practice and his face glowing with that boyish grin you loved so much.

“you didn’t think i’d let you stay sad, did you?” he teased, stepping inside with a bag of snacks in one hand and a blanket draped over his shoulder.

you didn’t say a word, just wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. the scene of his cologne, and it was perfect.

later, as you lay tangled together on the couch, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your arm. “you know you’re my sunshine too, right?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair.

you didn’t respond, too choked up to speak. but the way he held you that night said everything words couldn’t.

unsent email #2: subject: i’m worried about you

hi riki,

don’t get mad, but i overheard your coach yelling at you during practice yesterday. i know you’re pushing yourself, but you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. you’re already amazing, riki.

please take care of yourself. eat something. drink water. rest. if you don’t, i’ll have to come to the studio and force you to, and you know i will.

love you always.

yours forever, yn

you never sent it, but you showed up at his practice anyway.

“yn,” he groaned when he saw you standing in the doorway with a container of food and a bottle of water. “you didn’t have to—”

“yes, i did,” you interrupted, marching over and shoving the food into his hands. “you’re not invincible, riki.”

he sighed but didn’t argue, sitting down to eat while you watched him like a hawk.

“you’re ridiculous,” he said between bites, but his eyes softened as they met yours.

“and you’re stubborn,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

after he finished eating, he pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. “thanks for taking care of me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“always,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

unsent email #3: subject: i’m sorry

hi riki,

i know we fought today, and i hate that we did. i don’t want to go to bed angry, but i don’t know how to fix this. i just want us to be okay again.

you mean everything to me, riki. i’m sorry if i don’t always show it the right way.

please don’t let this be the thing that breaks us.

yours forever, yn

that fight still plays in your mind sometimes, the sharp words exchanged like daggers.

“you don’t get it, yn!” he’d shouted, his voice cracking. “i’m trying my best, but it’s never enough!”

“it’s not about being enough!” you’d yelled back, tears streaming down your face. “i just want you to let me in, riki. i want to help you!”

he’d stormed out that night, leaving you alone with your shattered heart. but the next morning, he’d shown up at your door, his eyes red and his hands trembling.

“i’m sorry,” he’d whispered, pulling you into a tight embrace. “i’m so sorry.”

you didn’t say anything, just held him as he broke down in your arms.

unsent email #4: subject: please don’t go

hi riki,

i know you’re chasing your dreams, and i’m so proud of you. but i’m scared. i’m scared that one day, your dreams won’t have room for me in them anymore.

i don’t want to hold you back, but i don’t know how to let you go either.

please don’t leave me, riki.

yours forever, yn

you never sent that one either, but it wouldn’t have mattered.

“i need to focus on my career,” he’d said one evening, his voice trembling. “it’s not fair to you, yn. you deserve someone who can give you everything.”

“but i don’t want everything,” you’d whispered, tears streaming down your face. “i just want you.”

he’d kissed you then, a bittersweet goodbye lingering on his lips. “i’ll always love you,” he’d said, his voice breaking.

and then he was gone.

now, as you sit in the glow of your laptop, the unsent emails staring back at you, you wonder if he ever thinks about you. if he ever regrets leaving.

you type out one last email, your fingers trembling as you press the keys.

unsent email #5: subject: i hope you’re happy

hi riki,

i don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but i hope you’re doing well. i’ve seen your performances, and you’re incredible. you always were.

i still think about us sometimes. about the promises we made, the dreams we shared. it hurts to know we didn’t last, but i’ll always be grateful for the time we had.

i hope you’re happy, riki. truly.

yours once, yn

you don’t hit send. instead, you close the laptop