#yeah uhm that doesn’t fly with me

[akuikami]

saw someone say that yuji couldn’t care less about megumi at this point and becus of that it’s time to bring my sons blog back just so i can make an extensive post on that nonsense

[pepprs]

ok. moving out update. today i:

talked to my beloved ex supervisor / mentor (<- SCARY!!!!!) to ask her about her experiences living by herself esp as a short woman (which is not a big deal except for how it is + how my parents think it is) and get her advice abt how to navigate that experience psychologically and practically. i asked her if we could talk abt this very impulsively on thursday after not having the courage to do it for almost a year btw (<- BRAVE!!!!!!!!) and i was still too scared / embarrassed to ask her some stuff abt safety / self defense lol but it mostly went really well!

started making a budget and determined that a) i may be getting overpaid somehow (😳) b) i may be getting double or even triple charged for my health and life insurance (😒) so now i need to call hr on monday and figure all of that out. and also c) i suck at math but we knew that. but i forced myself to figure out what i did wrong so that’s an achievement

made my first ever student loan payment 😀🔫

booked a tour of one apartment and attempted to book a tour of another (the same place i was looking at in may) but their website was glitching out and then they didn’t answer when i called to schedule it over the phone which. hm. 😒 but yeah the tour(s) will happen mid week next week and im going to ride the shuttle to the apartment complex(es) and back to campus to see what that’s like too!

posted on local subr*ddit asking for recommendations for those two apartments + other places in the area. haven’t gotten anything back bc i just made the post but 😎👍

read a bunch of old journal entries from 2021 to remind myself of what it was like to move onto campus and how i pushed through my family’s hurt and disapproval to live the way i needed to. haven’t finished reading it all yet but i will tomorrow (while also doing my stupid homework 🙄)

[neo-nomatrix]

HAWK TUAH !

jjk men during a bl0w!e

MULTIPLE X READER

-> GOJO, SUKUNA, CHOSO, GETO, NANAMI, TOJI

cw: bj stuff. cum play (kinda idk) rough characters. dirty talk. degradation. choking

GOJO SATORU AKA HEAD PUSHER

Soooo needy it’s insane. He’s so desperate to feel every inch of your soft warm mouth. he promises to let you do your thing but as soon as you wrap your lips around the tip his hands fly to your head and his hips snap. he’s muttering apologize as he pushes you down until your nose touches his skin. he throws his head back and moans open mouthed like a slut.

he’ll get so caught up in the moment he keep you down there for like 30 seconds just grinding his hips into your mouth. let’s you up when you pinch his thigh. you will be coughing and your face will be covered in spit by the end. he lovess facials and always rubs the cum in using his tip. he keeps a photo of you with his cock on your face and cum in your mouth as his wallpaper.

“s-shit baby… deeper, little more”

“you can take it, i know you can baby”

“just make me feel good okay?”

RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA THROAT DESTROYER

uhm yeah… what did you expect. does not give a shit about you when his cock is in your mouth. keeps you at the edge of the bed with your head hanging off and his fucking your mouth like a fleshlight. goes so deep his cock is showing in your throat. your gags make him want to go another round. plugs your nose when you’re deep throating so you can’t breath.

“until my jaw locks” yeah he took that as a challenge. loves tying you up with a low vibrator on your clit while he fucks that mouth as torture. you honestly don’t know if you love it or hate it. Sukuna loves it though, that’s for sure. cums deep in your throat, every time. will face fuck you again if he sees you didn’t swallow it all.

“fuck gag on that dick, bitch”

“i can see my cock in your throat! but who’s surprised?”

“you better swallow my seed… it’ll probably reach your stomach with how deep i am”

CHOSO KAMO AKA WHINY B!TCH

again, who’s surprised. he thought handjobs were great… but this? whole different level. you start but sucking on the tip until he’s sensitive. then you lick stripes up and down his veins. you use soo much spit and he loves it. he loves it when you press kisses to his cock and then deep throat it.

hes mesmerized by the way your head moves, the way your lips look. he has to force himself to not throw his head back so he can see you. one time he got ahead of himself and snapped his hips up and you choked on him, best day of his life. when he found out your throat felt like that? no going back. he begs you to deep throat him all the time.

“more… more more more. please baby!”

“remember how good i eat you out? please treat me good”

“i know it’s too deep! im sorry i can’t stop baby”

SUGURU GETO AKA NICE N SLOW

just into good old fashioned blowjobs. your hand kept at the base and your lips move up and down his shaft. he wants your tongue swirling over it like a lollipop. he brushes your hair out of your face to see your expressions. he’s so gentle and nice when it comes to blowjobs.

let’s you grind on his leg while you suck him off. mostly uses it as foreplay and not a main way to get off. likes for your spit to act as lube for him to slide in. if he was gonna cum from a bj it would be on your tits. he loves that.

“fuck keep that up and i’ll cum”

“let it get hard in your mouth… that’s right”

“don’t give me those innocent eyes, slut”

NANAMI KENTO AKA UNDER THE DESK

oh you’ll support your working man, from under the desk. he’s so stressed about work these days and you have just the solution! you showed up to his home office in skimpy lingerie and without saying a word you crawl under his desk and get to work. he gets so flustered so fast, blushing and stuttering about how his report is due.

grips the chair so tight when you start working your magic. he doesn’t want to thrust up because he knows he’ll bruise your throat. uses his belt to wrap around your neck and guide you instead. pulls your hair an insane amount. cums in your mouth but likes to watch it pour out onto your body.

“i’m working baby… you’ll get me too distracted”

“wrap that belt around your neck, be a good assistant”

“is this you saying thank you for being my sugar daddy?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA TWO HANDS

he’s so big you need to use your hands or else he might pop out on the other side of your neck. you’re moving your hands and your mouth at a similar pace. he definitely teaches you how he wants it. he guides your head to a good rhythm and then lets you do your thing.

maybe he’ll have a cigarette hanging out his mouth when you suck it. blowing smoke in your face to tease you. definitely makes fun of the fact that you can’t take all of him. your jaw has to be open so wide to get him in. cums everywhere, your face, throat, tits. doesn’t matter, if it’s you he’ll cum there.

“don’t just move your hands up and down baby, turn em”

“your face looks so fucking small next to my dick!”

“c’mon, try harder to take it or else i’ll force you to”

[b0nten]

HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚���➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

[staycait]

⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　a losers secret ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ loser!scara x shy!fem!reader ㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ youre the good and shy girl of the school, everyone knows you and everyone likes you, you consider everyone a friend, even the loser that sits in the back of the class. but what happens if you, the most well-liked good girl, gets paired up with the most hated loser in school ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of fingering , overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , mentions of markings , little bits of degradation 'n praise, reader is very shy and gets nervous easily , reader is inexperienced , reader is innocent , breeding kink , && corruption kink .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , proofread , fluffy yet suggestive ending .

﹒ thoughts ; hope u guys enjoy this ,, its been months since i was active here and im trying to get back here because ive been starving yall </3 . btw , reqs are open ! feel free to req anything . :) what do we think of new theme tho? it keeps changing 😭 .. and ngl this fic kinda sucks. ☹️☹️ but yeah i hope u guys still like this even if it’s horrible!

> story right under the cut <

SCARAMOUCHE is the typical loner you’d see in your class, black jacket with the hoodie over his head, headphones on, is at the back of the class, and much more. there were rumors that he murdered someone, that he does drugs, and the list goes on. no one likes him—in fact, everyone hates him.. almost everyone hates him.

for your english project, you got paired up with scaramouche. after the teacher announced who would be paired with who, everyone in your class came up to you, telling you how much sympathy they have for you, that how sorry they are for you, and telling you ‘good luck with dealing with him’.

you were confused, what was so bad about scaramouche? sure there were rumors, but if they don’t evidence that they did those stuff, you have no reason to believe in the rumors. you felt so bad for him, he already had no one by his side, and the entire school hates him.

you went up to scaramouche, he immediately notices your presence and looks up at you with an indifferent expression on his face, yet he looked awfully tired.. he took off his headphones and he stared to speak,

“what? here to bully me for having no friends?” you hear him scoff, a frown plays on his lips as he brings his gaze to the floor.

hearing his words made you protest, you would never bully anyone, or even hurt a fly !

“n-no! of course not..” you stammered.

you fiddle with your fingers in nervousness. you always get nervous whenever you talk to new people or when people assume things about you, a slight blush creeps up your cheeks as you think about his words.

the indifference immediately leaves scaramouche’s face once he notices your blushing. he stares at you for a moment before a huge smirk appears on his face.

“ah, so you’re not like all the others?” scaramouche tilts his head back and chuckles.

“huh..?”

you take a seat next to scaramouche’s chair and you bring it closer to him.

“what do you mean by that..?”

“everyone else treats me like i’m sort of monster or freak. you, however, seem different from everyone.”scaramouche leans back in his chair.

“well, you don’t seem like a freak or a monster..”

you were growing increasingly nervous, and as an attempt to calm yourself down, you look down to your lap to hide your nervous and red face and grip the hem of your skirt. you never thought someone would assume you’d bully them— let alone think that you think of them as a freak or a monster!

you can’t help but notice that scaramouche’s eyes trail down to your legs. it’s quite unnerving, and your short skirt doesn’t help much with that either.

as a way to snap out of his thoughts, scaramouche shakes his head and sighs.

“are you just saying that to be nice? what about me isn’t freaky?”

“u-uhm… you seem like a normal person. you look.. um.. cool too..?”

scaramouche looks back at you and raises his eyebrows.

“oh yeah? you think I’m cool?”

you notice him shifting slightly, leaning toward you.

“then, you surely don’t mind me getting closer, right?”

your blush gets heavier the moment you feel scaramouche leaning in closer to you.

“no… not at all.”

scaramouche grins at your response and scoots even closer to you.

“then is it okay if…” he trails off, and his voice gets husky as he leans in. you feel something touch your leg, you look over to see his hand resting on your thigh.

“i suppose so..”

scaramouche’s eyes light up after hearing you agree. you could feel him plant his lips on your neck; a few gentle kisses on your skin.

“how about if i…” scaramouche places a finger along the hem of your short skirt.

a small whimper escapes your lips, you don’t know how to feel about being this close this to someone, you had never been this close or intimate with anyone.

“is it alright for me to… lift your skirt up?”

your eyes widened, you weren’t sure how you’d respond to that, but, if you were going to be honest, scaramouche was making you feel hot down there..

his words made you feel tingly and horny, but his gaze was what was making your panties damp and wet.

“can we.. go to a private room first?”

…who knew it was so easy for you to fall right into scaramouche’s trap?

after successfully making the teacher believe that scaramouche he was taking you to the clinic, he brought you to his dorm, and next, to his bedroom.

SCARAMOUCHE had you on a tight mating press, your clothes on the floor with bits of your orgasm stained onto it. (it got to your clothes because scaramouche had fingered you until you squirted all over the place.)

how could scaramouche have resisted himself? you looked so innocent, and so corruptible, he just had to get his hands on you.

scaramouche groans as he feels your walls clamping down on him for the ‘nth time. it was a sign you were about to have another orgasm, another sign was when your moans get higher-pitched.

the feeling of scaramouche’s cock mercilessly ramming into you was agonizingly pleasurable. you couldn’t think of anything else but him and his cock, your body couldn’t help but just have orgasm after orgasm.

you held tightly onto his shoulders, clinging onto him as if your life had depended on it. scaramouche’s dick was bruising your cervix, fucking you into the mattress, and possibly trying to fuck your brains out.

“does it feel nice being reduced to nothing but a whore?”

scaramouche grabs a handful of your hair, staring at your messy and slutty state. the way you looked so disheveled, the way you were gasping for breath, the way you gave up trying to keep up with scaramouche’s quick and brutal pace.

you looked so helpless and vulnerable under him, his cock ramming into you and you have no choice but to take it like the good girl you are.

“answer me, you whore.”

scaramouche speaks to you with a stern voice, in which you immediately nod your head.

he smirks, letting go of your hair. he speeds up his thrusting, bringing one of his hands down from your waist to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter until,

finally, with just one more snap of scaramouche’s hips, you both reach your intense climax and cum together.

scaramouche continues to sloppily thrust into you, however, it’s much much slower, he continues to thrust until he comes into a full stop.

“oh fuck, you felt so good..”

you both lay there panting, with scaramouche still on top of you. he stares at all the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck (he also left a lot on your thighs.), feeling proud he had his markings left on you.

“scara..?”

scaramouche snaps out of the daze he was in while he was staring at the markings he left on you—he immediately looks up at you and responds back.

“what is it?”

“can we do things like this… more often?..”

scaramouche chuckles, finding your shyness even after all the rough sex you two just had adorable.

“hmm.. sure.”

[hamiltonaf]

Hi bestie, can i request how lewis would help you when you have insomnia? Mine is really a pain in the ass this week, could use a distraction

Night Owl | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello loves ! Apologies for the delay in writing requests…I fell really ill over the week and was so out of writing :( but I’m back. Thanks anon for requesting, I hope you enjoy. Requests are still open .xx

Another night that I found it hard to sleep. It was like this for over a week because of stress and anxiety. I don’t even have anything to stress about, it’s just how my mind works when my brains thinks I have so much to do and I won’t complete everything I want to do in time.

It wasn’t that big of a deal to sleep at early hours of the morning all alone because I didn’t have Lewis with me so I’d wake up late. However, now that Lewis is around, I feel the need to sleep and wake up at a normal time so that we could do more things together as a couple since I hardly see him anyway.

Once in a while I’ll experience an adrenaline rush in the middle of the night and I’m so full of energy, I could literally eat a whole meal, probably even host my own fake concert and I still wouldn’t be tired till around 4 or 5am.

I joined Lewis and his family for the start of the summer break before Lewis was off on his boys trip. I was over the moon to see Lewis after a whole 2 weeks. Doesn’t seem that long but felt like a lifetime for me.

We spent the day with the family catching up and playing with Kaiden and Willow. We played countless rounds of Uno and spent most of our time out in the sun. Watching Lewis with kids and spending time with him had me thinking about him leaving on his boys trip soon - anxiety trigger because the thought of us being apart again soon.

I swear I’m not selfish… we video call everyday and I physically see him every weekend or every second weekend, but with our schedules clashing I can’t even spend time with him when I’m free because I’m working. Race weekends also fly by so quickly, before you know it, it’s already Sunday and I’m on a flight back home whilst he takes a flight to another race.

I just would’ve wanted to spend some more time with him during this summer break and it could make up for the lost time.

I didn’t even realise I was daydreaming until Lewis snapped his fingers in front of me. “We’re at the hotel… you’ve been so quiet for the past 15 minutes. Is everything okay ?” He asked softly. “Oh yeah. Uhm everything is fine… don’t worry” I faked a smile and exited the car. He followed behind me back to our room, it was quite evident to Lewis that I wasn’t my usual self. When we reached our room, he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me flush against his chest. “Are you sure you’re okay ? You seem off. Is something bothering you ?” He raised a brow.

“I’m fine really” I gave him a soft smile then pecked his cheek. Just as I was about to leave his grasp, he held me tighter. “Babe I can literally tell when you’re lying. You pull that fake smile on me when something is bother you” he pointed out. I immediately felt embarrassed. “What ? No” I scoffed and giggled. “And you do that as well” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay well I’m not in the mood to discuss it right now, maybe later” I trailed as I pecked his lips and walked over to the bathroom. I had a shower and to my surprise, Lewis had fallen off to sleep. I on the other hand was full of energy, but might as well try to sleep.

I got into bed and cuddled up close to him. In hopes I would fall off to sleep, unfortunately I was too restless and ended up turning from side to side. I know he’s a light sleeper and I felt bad at the thought of him waking up because of me. A whole hour of trying to sleep and I gave up. I jumped out of bed and went to our lounge to watch something to pass some time. About half and hour into the movie, I got a shock when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

The movie I was watching had me in a depresso mode where I was bawling my eyes out. “Oh my- love are you okay ?” He asked concerned. “Oh my god. Babe you scared me” I screamed as I placed a hand on my heart. “Didn’t mean to scare you, if anything, you scared me… why did you leave me alone in bed ?” He pouted as he jumped over the couch to sit right next to me. “I can’t sleep” I sighed. “No worries, I can help” he smiled. “Lew it’s not one of those nights where I randomly can’t sleep, I have insomnia. It’s much harder to sleep when you’re an insomniac” I pouted and laid my head on his shoulder. “Well what’s keeping my girl up ? You didn’t tell me earlier, I wanna hear it from you now because I’m concerned” he said as he turned to look at me.

“Okay don’t take this the wrong way. My brain overthinks the smallest of things, when normally I couldn’t care. We’ll blame it on some chemical reaction on my brain, maybe lack of serotonin I think-“ he cut me off. “Babe. You’re rambling. Calm down. Deep breaths and tell me straight up how you’re feeling” he smiled as he cupped my face. “Look, you know how much I love you and it hurts me how little we see each other. My mind for some odd reason isn’t its normal self because all my mind thinks about is how little time we actually spend together …” I said embarrassed. “Look I’m all for you going on your boys trip, but I had to be honest with what’s on my mind” I gave him a soft smile.

“Aww baby you’re so cute. You want me all to yourself ?” He smirked and raised a brow. “Low-key yes, but no” I said as I then slapped my forehead in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry that sounds so dumb” I covered my whole face with my hands. “Darling, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about” he said as he pulled my hands away from my face and caressed my cheek with his thumb. “I’m just glad you’re honest with me. Sorry babe for hurting you, why didn’t you tell me sooner ?” He cooed. “I thought it was stupid and I was just being dumb” I shrugged.

“Never. Your feelings are valid, always. Consider me all yours for the rest of the summer” he smiled as he pulled me in for a short kiss. “Wait, what ? Lew no ! You can’t not go on your boys trip” I argued. “This is not a debate love” he grinned. “But Lew, you can’t not-“ “End of discussion. Let’s go” he cut me off as he stood up and carried me in his arms towards our bedroom.

“Now I definitely won’t sleep, you’re making me feel awful as if I’m holding you back which I’m really not. My mind is just racing at the thought of how quickly time is going and how we’re barely together, this has nothing to do with your mates by the way because I think they’re all amazing. My brain is just not braining these past few days” I pouted as he laid me in bed and jumped in to cuddle me closer to him.

“Babe just don’t worry about it, that’s the least of my concerns right now” he said as he nuzzled his face into my neck. “Lew !” I groaned. “You need to sleep and I’m doing my best to help put an end to your insomnia” he smiled into my neck as he snaked an arm around my waist. He placed soft kisses along my shoulders before turning me around in his grasp. “I really love you” he smiled. “I really love you too Lew Lew” I felt my cheeks flush as he pulled my face closer and connected our lips.

I felt so at ease in his embrace knowing he’s right with me after quite a while of being apart. I guess all I needed was a goodnight kiss.

[anon-402]

Roier's Interview (Eng Translation)

TN: The small font is for everytime they speak English.

Cucurucho: I have a few questions for you–

Roier: But I don't know English!

Missa: Alright. (To Roier) He says he has some questions for you. I can translate for you.

Roier: Oh, okay. He's going to be my translator. (With broken English) He- He- going to- to- 'traductation'.

Missa: Yeah, I will be the interpreter, okay? So ask anything to him and I will say it in Spanish.

Roier: Work harder, Alfonso!

*Missa hurting sounds*

Cucurucho: What is your biggest accomplishment on the island?

Roier: What did he say?

Missa: How big is your dick.

Roier: Fuck, well– soft, I think two. And hard, three. *Richas hits him* What is it? Why are you punching me?

Missa: He said he didn’t accomplish anything. He’s a loser in this game.

Roier: Hey, what does that mean, pendejo?! What did you say?

Missa: Eh– that you want to do bigger things but that you’re running into some–

Roier: And what does that have to do with the size of my penis?!

Missa: Ah. Right. Wait. (To Cucurucho) Can you repeat the question, please?

Cucurucho: What is your biggest accomplishment on the island?

Roier: My best companion?

Missa: Uh– yes.

Roier: My best companion… is… is, uh– me. My loneliness. *Cucurucho looks at Missa* Why is he looking at you like that?

Missa: Oh, sorry. (To Cucurucho) He just said that the best thing he’s done is himself.

Roier: I– what.

Missa: (laughs) He’s alone in this city.

Roier: Cucurucho, dude, you spoke Spanish before, what happened?

Missa: Wait, wait. *Hits Roier to shut him up* He just told me that the best thing he has accomplish is being alone but being like, uh, eh– is enough for him. You don’t need anyone.

Roier: Bro, I’m paying you money, why you don’t know how to speak English?

Missa: *Ignores him* He realized that he didn’t need anyone. The accomplishment that he have done is being happy with himself.

Roier: *High pitch voice* I don’t know what he said but he’s lying!

Missa: *Keeps struggling with English*

Roier: *Tries speaking English*Fernanfloo, I’m German. Hi I’m German. Vegetta777–

Cucurucho: Good.

Missa: (To Roier) He said dick. That’s how you say dick.

Cucurucho: What is your happiest memory on the island?

Missa: Says what’s your favorite memory card.

Roier: My favorite memory card? I had one for the PS2 to play the ‘Urugata’ *Crash Bandicoot sounds*– I liked that one a lot. I also had the Spyro one. *Looks at Missa* Said that. The Spyro and the ‘Urugata’.

Missa: The best memory of his is him being happy next to Bobby. But he’s dead.

Roier: WHAT?! Bobby?! What did you say?!

Missa: No, no, no. I said boobs. I said you liked boobs.

Roier: Oh, yes. *Looks at Cucurucho happily and nodding* Yes, yes.

Missa: So he treasures all those memories with himself, so he learned to be happy with himself, missing the old times but doesn’t want to be here again.

Cucurucho: Good.

Roier: What.

Missa: He said god. Like–

Roier: Ahhh, god, god. Like.

Missa: Game of Thrones.

Roier: Like how kids say ‘that’s so god’.

Missa: Yeah, that’s so god. Uh-huh.

Roier: Okay. So what?

Cucurucho: Have you ever felt like the protagonist of the story? If yes, when. If no, why?

Missa: He said if you ever felt like a dick– or– can you repeat?

*Cucurucho repeats himself*

Missa: Okay. He said if you ever felt like– *laughs*

Roier: The porn?

Missa: Yes. That if you ever had found– that if you have ever enter a bathroom while someone is shitting on the island.

Roier: Yes. Several times.

Missa: Several times. Okay, let me tell him. *Turns to Cucurucho* He’s been trying to be happy with himself so he’s being working on his own story. Uhm– at least he’s the protagonist of his own story, so–

Roier: Hey, I didn’t talk that long, bro!

Missa: He saw Cellbit in the bathroom.

*They get distracted by an admin flying around*

Cucurucho: If there’s something in your story that must stay, that is important, what is or what would it be?

*Missa asks to repeat the question*

Roier: What did he say, dude?

Missa: If you had a comic you liked so much that you wanted to keep.

Roier: Well, in Spain I saw a comic of Halo2 that I wanted to buy but at the end I didn’t, because I said, maybe I will buy it but never read it, y’know? Average dumbass moment where you buy something but never read it because you’re too lazy. So. I didn’t buy it, but I really did like it. That one of Halo2. In a store that Polispol took us to. That store was good.

Missa: That happens to me too. I will tell him. (To Cucurucho) Halo2.

Roier: Great.

Cucurucho: Good.

*Missa laughs*

Roier: Good. *Starts looking around* So what? Is this Coppel–

Missa: ‘Two’? ‘Two’ is two.

Roier: ‘Two’? You. No, ‘two’ is you, dude. ‘You’.

Missa: Halo2. Your halo.

Roier: You jerk off to– (TN: to jerk off, ‘jalar’, sounds like halo)

Missa: I wanna see your halo–

Roier: Cucurucho, what’s up?

Cucurucho: If you were to be recognized for something you did, what would it be? Would it be something good or bad?

Roier: Badboyhalo?

Missa: Yes. He said if you were recognized on the street, would like to be mistaken for Badboyhalo?

Roier: Fuck no. Said that to him.

Missa: He says that–

Roier: Say ‘Nelson’ (TN: a really slangy way to say ‘no’ in Mexico and the internet)

*Missa.exe not working*

Roier: Nelson. Nao. Nao.

Missa: *Asks if this counts for his answers as well*

Roier: Nao. Badboy? Nao.

Missa: (To Roier) Maybe this is serious and we’re fucking up his operation…

Roier: No, dude. *Looks at Cucurucho* Or is it true?

Missa: I don’t know, I don’t know.

Roier: He looks too happy, I don’t think he’s angry.

Cucurucho: Would you be more motivated into completing something with a premium to be received at the end?

Missa: Says if you’re willing to pay for Youtube Premium.

Roier: No– Well, yes. Quackity doesn’t want to but I do. I pay it. When I see videos *Gets distracted by the Cucurucho award and starts breaking it*

Missa: Roier, you motherfucker–

Roier: *Sits down again after stealing it* When I see videos and make reactions there’s no ads. Well– except one time. I was watching the ‘Amigos’ (TN: LuisitoComunica reference) going to Brazil, and I wasn’t on my Youtube account so there were some ads.

Missa: While you were watching–

Roier: Yes. But only one time and I do pay it.

Missa: (To Cucurucho) Yeah, he would like to be recognized as a person, important for the server. So yes. He would like to be rewarded by that.

Roier: Exactly. Yes.

*They get distracted by the bubbles and the lag*

Cucurucho: If there was a future out of the island, who would you take with you to continue your journey?

Roier: What?

Missa: A future item? *Cucurucho repeats the question* a feature? Ah, a future.

Roier: A token. [TN: Token, ‘ficha’, sounds like feature]

Missa: A future, ohhhhh. Okay. (To Roier) If you had a token– pogs [TN: Pog, ‘tazo’, is another word for Token]

Roier: Pogs to play?

Missa: If you had some pogs, would you like them to be of Pokemon or…?

Roier: Oh, you know which ones were really good? The WWE ones with Randy Orton were so fucking good, and they sounded like– *Pogs clashing sounds* And the ones with Mucha Lucha were good too. And the Pokemon ones.

Missa: You remember the Medabots ones? The metallic ones.

Roier: Yesyesyes. I only had like five because I didn’t have money. But yes.

Missa: One time as a kid, I was like six, and I had a collection and I was in a serious match and they fucked me up. They took all of them.

Roier: *Laughs* They took everything?

Missa: Bro, I was in a town, in a really far away town in Sinaloa. And– *Laughs* And I fucked up *Roier laughs* I lost everything. It was–

*Cucurucho laughs*

Roier: Hey, bro, he’s laughing at you. What the fuck? You’re gonna let him?

Missa: They already took the pogs.

Roier: Dude, why’re you laughing at the pogs? You don’t have anything. You don’t even have hair. Fucker.

*Everyone gets quiet*

Missa: Anyway, if the server had a feature, what would you like to have that could help you in your mission?

Roier: I need a good internet without lag.

Missa: *Laughs* You’re the only fucker who has internet problems.

Roier: That’s why I want them to give it to me. They have a ton of money, look where they are. They have a mansion ‘gameplay funny moments’.  

Missa: That’s true. (To Cucurucho) He says he’s okay with anything. He didn’t need anything, That’s okay. Thank you so much for being so kind and to help us all to be better in this server.

Roier: Yeah.

Cucurucho: Good.

*Awkward silent moment*

Cucurucho: *unintelligible* a huge nomination, what message would you give your supporters?

Missa: That’s a good one. (To Roier) If you had a big Venom– Something like that.

Roier: A Venom?  

Missa: Yes. How would you name it.

Roier: If I had a big Venom… The Chirawaso or– *Missa laughs* I don’t know. I never had one. I’ve never touched one.

Missa: But if you had one right here, what would you tell it?

Roier: How– How handsome. *Notices how his backpack disappeared* Hey, they took my backpack! They’re undressing me here! Fuck, they’re taking my things.

*Cucurucho laughs*

Roier: You little fucker. You were the one who took it. You don’t know we are both from Sinaloa, dude. [TN: Famous Mexican state for having really high crime rate] At any time we can disappear you, dude.

*Missa starts singing ‘Pena Tras Pena’ from El Recordo de Cruz* [TN: Famous Mexican band from Sinaloa]

Roier: *Starts throwing Mexican insults that are really hard for me to translate to English*

Cucurucho: Good.

Roier: *Gets distracted by the missing backpack again*

Cucurucho: What advice would you give others into continuing pursuing goals? What is the first and more important step?

Missa: Okay. If you were playing soccer and you scored a goal, with who would you celebrate with? Messi or Ronaldo?

Roier: With Messi.

Missa: *Laughs* This guy…

Roier: Why ‘This guy’?! You’re Team Cristiano Ronaldo??? You’re from the Goat– No, the Goat is Messi. Now is Messi, pendejo.

Missa: Of course.

Roier: Bro, I’m feeling so awkward. Why are they asking? *Gets up*

Missa: Sit the fuck down. That chair is a fucking Herman Miller–

Roier: This fucking chair– My coccyx is already hurting–

*Cucurucho gives Roier a book with an actual translation to his question*

Roier: Pendejo, you didn’t translate it correctly!

Missa: No, that’s an extra question!

Roier: Oh, okay. What advice would I give? To keep doing it.

*Missa gets all wet cat and starts apologizing for not doing rp and not answering seriously*

Roier: I would tell them to follow their dreams, and to keep searching their goals. In any time you’re going to make it. And if you don’t make it, that’s because you haven’t arrived to the end. I know you can do it. Fucker.

[addicsvt]

Best Birthday Gift

pairing - friends to lovers dino x reader genre - fluff word count - 556 warnings - mentions of a doctor once synopsis - in which you accidentally give your bestfriend the best birthday gift a/n - guess who came back from a long writing block

“I don’t even know why I’m doing this.” You groan under your breath, slipping on your butt again for the 30th time. You were ice skating with him for his 18th birthday but you were starting to regret it.

“You're doing this because you love me!” Chan chirps laughing as you land on your butt. 

You only offer him an eyeroll trying to stand up again but failing miserably. “You lucky it's your birthday.” You mutter.

“yeah yeah, need some help there?” He says almost sarcastically offering a hand, for a second you think he’ll retract his hand when you try and grab it because that’s such a dino thing to do but when you reach out to grab his palm he doesn’t pull it away surprisingly.

“Thought you were gonna leave me on my butt forever.” You joke knowing that you might have possibly given him another idea. 

“You just gave me an amazing idea!” He exclaimed exactly as you predicted, before he could carry out that idea though you stood up tugging on his hand slightly.

“Oh, well remind me to never go ice skating with you again.” You insist. Dino doesn’t say anything only moving slightly closer to you shuffling his feet awkwardly but the closeness is oddly welcome.

“Cool idea, but no.” He says looking down at you. When did he get so tall?? 

A blush creeps up your cheeks, maybe it was the close proximity, the way he was looking down at you with that smirk, you didn’t know but someone was definitely turning up the temperature. 

“You're blushing,” He lets out a soft laugh, closing the distance between you two.  

“n-no! I’m not. Your eyes must have a problem.” You mumble trying to avoid his eyes, one look and it would be game over for you.

“hmm, then I think you should look into my eyes and find out the problem.” He suggests watching your cheeks get darker, smirking knowing that he’s the reason.

You were so weak for him now, one more sentence and you would fold. However you manage to spit out a sentence, “Y-you should go to the doctor and get that checked out,” 

“Should I? But, the only person I wanna get checked out by is you.” He mentioned, gloved hand making its way to your chin, tilting it up slightly so you could meet his eyes. 

“u-uhm i, I’m not a professional!” You blurt out face glowing red. If someone had seen you without knowing the context, they would’ve probably thought you ran 2 miles.

“I don’t care if you're a professional or not, you're all I need.” He cups your cheeks looking at them endearingly. Was this really about to happen?? 

You don’t say anything only looking at his smug smirk now replaced with a genuine smile. You hear a soft “can I?” from him and you nod, giving him the green light. He leans in closer, lips brushing against yours slightly. He goes back to his smug smirk, teasing you slightly by pulling away but before you can whine, he finishes the kiss, warm lips pressed onto yours. You could swear that sparks were flying everywhere, your heart was pounding, filling your chest with much-needed adrenaline. 

“I’ll take that as my birthday gift!” He cheered as you only looked at him feigning annoyance.

ADDICSVT 2024

[nhlclover]

tutor and tutoree sparks fly au

✭ — summary: sofia offers to tutor rutger

✭ — warnings: one instance of cursing

✭ — a/n: this is literally just rutger falling in love with sofia but he doesn't realize yet

✭ — word count: 1.20k

It didn’t take long for Rutger to spot her familiar blonde head of hair, pulled back into a messy braid and headphones on her ears. Rutger wasn’t late this time, ensuring he could sit next to Sofia and giving himself time to talk to her before the professor started the lecture.

“Hey.” Rutger says.

Sofia doesn’t reply, in fact doesn’t even turn her head. Rutger realizes her headphones are probably noise cancelling, so he waves a hand in front of her face.

Sofia jumps, pulling her headphones off. “Oh, hey.” Sofia says, pausing the song.

“Hey.” Rutger replies. “What’re you listening to?”

“Uh, Zach Bryan.” She replies, showing Rutger her phone screen, displaying the Elisabeth album cover. “You’re not late this time.”

Rutger lets out a dry laugh. “Yeah, made sure I knew where I was going this time.”

“Oh I’m not judging, I’ve gotten lost like 8 times already.” Sofia jokes.

There’s a lull in their conversation and Rutger just stares at the blonde girl in front of him. “So did you do the readings?” Sofia asks, a little intimidated by his glance

“Oh, uh… some of it.” Rutger says, fishing the book out of his bag. “I read the first 5 pages and then Luca asked me to play chel with him and… chel is a lot more fun than reading.”

Sofia laughs. Her laugh is like a melody in Rutger’s ears. He doesn’t quite know why her every little detail has him so entranced but he isn’t complaining.

“Listen, I know how hard it can be to balance being an athlete with being a student. How about we get together once a week and I can help you with some of the work?” Sofia offered.

A smile comes across Rutger’s lips. “Yeah! That’d be great.”

“Just uh…” Sofia starts. “Don’t let Luca or Adam find out.”

Rutger furrows his brows. “Why?”

Sofia conjures up a lie in her head quickly. “They probably won’t like me trying to become friends with their teammates. They can be a little territorial.”

Rutger seems to buy this explanation. “Oh so we’re not just tutor and tutoree, we’re friends.” He smiles, receiving an eye roll from Sofia. “I mean I’m sure they won’t care if you’re helping me out with English and we just happen to become friends.”

Sofia breathes in deeply, considering the situation. On one hand, there’s this incredibly cute boy, who is charming to no end, and something, somewhere within Sofia desperately wants to get to know him. But on the other hand, he’s her brother’s teammate. He’s the one person in the whole universe that Sofia has been explicitly told to not go near.

But to hell with Luca and Adam, they can’t control her.

“I’m sure they won’t.” Sofia says.

“Great!” Rutger smiles. “Listen, how about you come over to the sophomore house and go over the readings for this week? And, if he’s there, we can tell Luca so he doesn’t just find out randomly.”

This sends a rush of panic to Sofia’s core, but she finds herself nodding before she knows it.

By the time class is over, the two of them are packing up their stuff and Rutger is leading the way to his place.

“So you didn’t get into hockey, huh?” Rutger asked, trying to get to know Sofia a little more.

Sofia chuckles. If she had a dollar for every time she was asked this question, she’d be richer than Adam (even with his new contract). “Uh, no.” She says. “I tried to get into it, but playing just wasn’t for me.”

“Mhm.” Rutger nods. “So what is for you? What do you do for fun?”

“Uhm, read. A lot. My book collection’s a thing of beauty.” Sofia says. “I also like to bake.”

“What’s your favourite book of all time?” Rutger asks.

Sofia answers immediately, with no need to contemplate her answer in her head. “Little Women.”

“Like the movie?” Rutger asks.

Sofia laughs at this. "Um, yeah like the movie. Have you seen it?"

"Um, no. I just know it's a movie with Timothée Chalamet." Rutger sheepishly replies, making Sofia laugh.

"Well, It's this amazing book about these sisters living during the civil war and they have such intricate personalities, and it also delves into women and how they are people with their own thoughts and-"

Only then does Sofia look at Rutger, realizing she has been going on a rant about Little Women. He's staring at her, delicate eyes as she spoke about the book she's so passionate about.

"Sorry, I just went on a tangent." Sofia chuckles.

"No, It's cool how passionate you are about that book." Rutger smiles.

They turn down a walkway and up to a house. Rutger unlocks the front door, allowing Sofia to enter. “Luca? You here bud?” Rutger shouts out.

“Yeah, wassup?” Sofia hears her brother's voice from somewhere in the house.

“C’mon.” Rutger says to Sofia, walking down the hall. They enter the living room where she sees her brother slouched on the couch, a computer on his lap.

Luca pauses from typing and glances up at his roommate. He looks back at his screen before glancing back up. He thought his eyes were deceiving him but, sure enough, his baby sister was standing next to Rutger.

Sofia reads his confused, almost concerned, look on his face. “Hey Lu…” Sofia chuckles.

“What’re you doing here?” Luca asks. His eyes flick to Rutger, suspicion now lacing his eyes. Sofia recognizes where his brain is going so she jumps in before he can make any snap judgements.

“We’re in the same English class so I’m helping him make sure he doesn’t fall behind, especially while he’s away at road games.” Sofia explains.

Luca’s eyes soften and they go back to his computer. “That’s actually a good idea. She’s a fucking genius when it comes to reading.”

Sofia’s slightly taken aback by Luca’s immediate understanding, but Rutger doesn’t flinch. “Great. We’re gonna go over the readings.” He says. “Here, we can go to my room.”

Rutger walks out, not receiving any pushback from Luca. Sofia follows, wondering if Luca didn’t hear him or simply doesn’t care. They go upstairs and into his bedroom, Rutger closing the door slightly. “You can sit wherever.” He says.

Sofia sits on his desk chair, pulling her legs in, sitting cross-legged. She takes out her notebook and book, opening her page notes.

“You handwrite your notes?” Rutger asks, taking out his things.

“Um, yeah if it’s notes from a book or readings. If it’s class notes I use my laptop.” Sofia replies.

Rutger stands in front of her, looking down at her notes. “How do you read that chicken scratch?”

“What do you mean? I actually have really neat writing.” Sofia laughs.

There’s her laugh again.

Rutger joins her laughter, sitting down on his bed. “Okay so I’ll give a quick rundown of what happened in the first 20 pages, then we can talk about the discussion questions. Sound good?”

I get to hear you talk for the next 10 minutes? Sounds perfect.

“Sounds good.” Rutger nods.

“Okay, so the story opens with George and Lennie walking on a path.” Sofia begins.

[anzulvr]

Hii!! Can you do Karma reacting to reader feeling anxious during a thunderstorm? IT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW AT MY TOWN I'M TERRIFIED THAT A TREE IS GONNA COME FLYING TO MY WINDOW.

HELP ME THE WAY THE WAY YOU WERE LOOSING IT WHILE WRITING THIS?? I HOPE YOURE OKAY

Karma x Reader who is scared in a Thunderstorm

— Makes fun of you until he realizes how scared you actually are.

— “[Name] Imagine the window breaks and you fly out of it—”

— takes it back so fast when he sees your expression drop

“Kidding! You don’t seriously think that’s what’s gonna happen right?”

— Tries to distract you with conversation so you’re not as focused on the storm but does a really bad job at it.

“So like.. I heard you’re doing really bad in Phys Ed right now.”

“Really Karma? That’s what you want to talk about right now?”

“Sorry, Uhm did you want to talk about how shitty you did on yesterday’s math homework?”

You start throwing pillows, water bottles, or really anything you can get your hands on.

“Hey I didn’t mean it in a rude way! I can help you with todays assignment!” (Is too lazy to help when you bring it up later but helps if you ask enough)

— will give you his headphones if the noise is scaring you (wait that’s that one Hikaru moment not intended lolol)

— won’t be too obvious with comforting (no hugs or a serious tone in the way he talks because he doesn’t want to worry you by making you feel like something bad might actually happen)

— so he’ll downplay everything and just tells you you’ll be okay while he messes your hair up or playfully swingings your hands.

He’ll be very casual when trying to calm you down unless you’re full on crying then yeah hell acknowledge it and take a more direct approach to making you feel better. (hugs, having an arm around you)

— After it’s over the teasing starts again almost instantly and you start pretending you were never scared

“[Name] you were clinging onto me so hard it’s like you wanted to cut my blood flow.”

“Shut up you liked it.”

I was working on like 5 different things but dropped it bc it seemed like you needed this asap😭 hope you’re doing better!! 💞💞

[girlboypersonthingy]

paladins (ESP PIDGE AND KEITH) x chubby read plz🛐

HELL YESSSS as a chubby reader myself, I LOVE THIS!!! So this is going to get a bit body specific just fyi. Also this gets a little suggestive, mostly just getting handsy and making out. I’ve included my fav 3 paladins ❤️💙💚 Thank you again for requesting, anon ILY 🖤 ENJOY~

UPDATE: I posted a part 2 with Shiro, Hunk and Matt. Go check it out HERE 🖤💛🧡

Keith, Lance and Pidge x chubby reader~

KEITH ❤️

Dude…your hips drive him CRAZY. He loves to hold onto them as he leans in for a kiss. He just thinks all of you feels good to grab onto. When y’all are in private, he’s just letting his hands wander your whole body…with your consent of course.

He’s like “Hey…uh (Y/N)? C-can I uh…touch y-your. Sorry. Can I grab your- well not grab. Th-that’s NOT what I meant. Ugh, Shit…” and you eventually decide to end his suffering by grabbing his hands and leading the way, showing him exactly where you want them.

He LOVES training and sparring with you.

Bc he gets to be as handsy as he wants with you without it being weird

Bc you can totally hold your own against him. Sure, you’re chubby but you’re strong and you stand your ground so well. You’re a good challenge for him.

Bc he wants to show off and impress you. You know this boy would try SO HARD to flex on you during training. Plz admire and compliment him.

If he ever hears even a slightly rude comment from anyone about your weight or the way you look (it definitely wouldn’t be from the other paladins tho) he’s gonna immediately go sicko mode on them. Boy would kill someone for you for real.

If you’re ever sad about it, he’s not exactly the best at comforting you but he really tries. He’ll hold you close and either rub his hands over your skin softly or he’ll gently pet your hair.

He’s honestly just confused like ??? But you’re so hot…who cares if you’re a little chubby? He’s just so chill about it. It’s obviously never bothered him. He thinks you’re gorgeous regardless.

Every time you two are having a steamy make out session, he can’t help but squeeze different parts of you. He pulls you to lay on top of him and kisses you softly as his hands feel their way around. You’re so soft, physically and emotionally. You make him feel so comfy and content.

Keith doesn’t seem like the type to really even care about body types tho. If he vibes with you, then that’s all that matters. 🤷🏻

BUT he does like that you have a little something extra to offer him~

LANCE 💙

HE THINKS YOU ARE SO FUCKIN GOOD LOOKING ASHDJJDJJJK 😍

He’s a tall lanky boy and he likes that you’re thicker than him. He thinks your physical differences make you guys a really cute couple.

He wants to make you feel good about yourself ALWAYS so he flirts very strategically with you. He uses specific pick up lines that make you feel good about being chubby.

“(Y/N), as long as I have a face, you’ll always have a place to sit.” Omfg what a perv.

“If I told you that you have a bangin body, would you hold it against me?” Boy bye.

“Yeah, anybody can fly in a straight line. It takes a REAL pilot to handle the curves~” GOODBYE HE’S SO CHEESY

If he ever even suspected that anyone was talking shit about your weight or how you look, he’d try to distract you and calmly lead you away from the situation. Then he’d try to get all kissy and grabby and show you how much he adores you and your body.

If you’re ever sad about your weight or appearance, he’s shutting that thought down immediately. He’s totally felt insecure about his own physique before so he kinda gets it. He always reassures you that you are so freaking cute and that he loves every single inch of you.

You often catch him staring at you with wide eyes and an open, drooly mouth. “Uhm can I help you?” “Huh? Oh, no…sorry. Heh.” And he’s turning bright red as he continues to try and sneak glances at you. The way your clothes fit to you is just unfair. He can’t focus when you’re in the room, bending down, leaning over, teasing him.

When you two are getting kissy and handsy, he always pulls you into his lap and grips your thick thighs. Boy has a thing for your thighs. He wants those things wrapped around his head right now.

With Lance, it’s not just that your body doesn’t bother him, it’s that he actually REALLY likes your body. He loves the way you look, he thinks you are perfect and wouldn’t change a single thing.

PIDGE 💚

Oh my god, they are so into you. They’re so tiny and they just want you to hold them in your big warm arms.

When y’all first met, they were just thinking ‘oh my god, you’re so cute. I’d literally let you step on me.’

You wouldn’t think Pidge is super touchy but with you, they are always trying to initiate physical touch.

They like to lay their head on your thigh as they code on their computer. They like to lay on top of you in bed, their head on your chest as it rises and falls with each breath. Most of all, they LOVE being your little spoon when they are upset and in need of comfort. Their head is cushioned by your arm, your other arm is wrapped around their torso and they’re just so comfy. They are sad for like 5 seconds and then they are SNORING. You calm them down like no one else.

Pidge definitely isn’t as kissy and handsy as the boys are, but they CRAVE your touch. They just want you to hold them so tightly that they can’t inhale another breath. They want you to smother them with your love.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE THEM PIGGY BACK RIDES THEY LOVE IT. Just carry them around in any position and their little heart is melting. The best is when they fall asleep on the floor or at a desk while doing their work and you pick them up and carry them to bed. They wake up like “huh?” And then they see you in their bed, cuddling up to them and they have so many feelings for you rn wow.

They are always cold so when you come in the room, they’re like “forget a sweater. Get over here.” And you proceed to hold them close, keeping them warm as they tap away on their laptop.

Pidge is a loud mouth, not afraid of anything or anyone so if they overhear some negative things being said about your body or weight, they immediately start talking shit right back. “WHAT WAS THAT?! OH REALLY??? GET OVER HERE AND SAY IT AGAIN, I DARE YOU.” They will not hesitate to verbally AND physically tear someone apart in your honor.

If you are feeling sad and insecure, Pidge will stop everything they are doing, which always surprises you, and take you back to their room for cuddles. They like to switch roles sometimes and pull you to lay on top of them. You worry that you’ll hurt them or make them uncomfortable but they refuse to let you move off of them. “No, please. You’re like a weighted blanket, I love this.” And they do. They love this more than anything.

One of the best parts about being plus size and dating Pidge is that they have no shame, about the way they look, the way they eat, the way they dress, the way they sit. So you feel so secure when you eat in front of them or when you wear something that maybe isn’t the most flattering on your body. They don’t give a single fuck, you’re cute 24/7, 365, no matter what in their opinion.

[winniethewife]

Believe in one thing, I won't go away

(Basil Stitt x Reader)

Chapter 1: I only felt the thorns

Warning: Acid attack, Knife violence, angst, Revenge,

Prologue

Words: 1207

“When you get back, you promise you’ll give us a try?” Basil asks for the tenth time since she had said that she had to go home and deal with some things before she moved here to New York to help him out, to be the one that doesn’t leave, when she came on the Red Eye flight a few week before, she was not expecting all the old feelings of a childhood crush to come back up, much less for them to be reciprocated.

“Of course Basil, I said I would, that isn’t going to change” She holds his face gently as to not irritate the scaring on his face. She smiles as she looked into his eyes. “I’ll be back before you know it, I just got to get everything packed in boxes and my roommate will ship them here. My boss already approved my work from home request until they can transfer me to the New York branch, It’ll be fine, it might take a week, probably less.” She had gone over the plan many times but she knows how much more anxious he is now. How no one had responded well to his breakdown, how alone he really felt.

“Okay, Okay. I’m sorry I just, I’ve gotten used to you being here, and I don’t know what to do.” Basil sighs and leans in to kiss her forehead, a smile appears on her face, as he does so.

“Hey, we go it figured out, I helped you with all that meal prep for a reason. And I’ll call you every night. It’ll be okay.”

When she gets back home, she starts to pack right away. Every night she and Basil talk on the phone before he goes to bed. Every night she promises she still wants him. and every night he believes her a little bit more. It was the night before she was supposed to leave. She goes out for drinks with friends, there’s a pretty bad thunder storm that evening. It reminds her of Basil, she is definitely glad for this send off with friends but she honestly can’t wait to See Basil the next day. As she left the bar she noticed that someone was following her. She grabs her keys interlacing her fingers ready to turn and jab this guy, but just as she turns to confront the guy, she was knocked to the ground, her hands pinned to the ground. She looked at her attacker and her blood runs cold. Jeffery, her ex.

“What the fu-“He covers her mouth.

“I heard you’re leaving for some guy in New York. I hear he’s a real catch… too bad you won’t be when I’m done with you, I’m gonna make sure you regret leaving me.”

The next thing she knows is she feels a burning on her face as he pours something on her face, she screams before blacking out from the pain.

~

When she woke up in the hospital she felt like she had been to hell and back. Every inch of her body hurt. Nothing felt right, she felt like she wasn’t herself anymore. As she sits up in bed she looks around the room. Why can’t she see out of her left eye? Her next thought is Basil. She’s got to call him. She starts to get out of the bed trying to figure out what was going on around her. That’s when she sees her reflection in the window pane. The left side of her face... A nurse comes rushing in.

“Woah there careful.” The nurse came to help steady her.

“I’m supposed to fly to New York today, my friend is waiting for me.”

“I’ll get you a phone to call your friend and call to reschedule your flight.”

~

Basil is pacing the apartment. She didn’t call the night before. What happened? He was coming up with every worst case scenario in his head before his phone starts to ring. He scrambles to grab the phone accepting the call as quickly as he can.

“Hello?”

“Basil”

“Oh thank god, when you didn’t call last night I was worried.”

“Uhm… I’m gonna be out here a couple more days, I rescheduled my flight for Sunday.”

“Wha? Why? Did something happen?”

“Yeah. I’m in the hospital. My ex Jeffery…he attacked me last night. Apparently he found out about me moving in with you.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay? Do you want me to come see you?” Basil was so concerned for her the worry of his own disfigurement slipped his mind.

“No, no, I got it…”

“If you’re sure”

“I’m sure.” She says with a confidence she doesn’t really feel. She doesn’t even want to tell him about her face. Avoiding the idea at all costs.

When she hung up Basil felt a rage he hadn’t felt since the lighting strike. He throws his Phone to the side and screams. He couldn’t believe he let her go back alone, he can’t believe he let her leave in the first place. There was no way she would ever be his, if someone would hurt her because of him? Why would she ever want to be his?

~

When she does get to New York, It is with her hood pulled up around her face and with only the determination to get away from the city as fast as she can. The acid scaring across her cheek and the knife wound across her left eye were enough of a reminder, she didn’t need to see the place it happened every day. When she gets to Basils Apartment. It takes everything in her power to open the door, she didn’t want him to see her like this. Basil was pacing near the entry way for her to show and once she did he was over joyed, He pulled her in for an embrace.

“God, I missed you. I really fucking missed you.” He’s laughing and crying at the same time. She hides in his chest. Hoping to all hope this will go better than she feels like it will. He pulls away and pulled down her hood intent on kissing her there and then if she would let him, but instead he’s confronted with what happened. He looks at her in stunned silence. He feels the immense guilt come over him in a wave. If she had never left, if he went with her, if he hadn’t called her in the first place, this would never have happened. He gently takes her chin and turns her wounded side to the light, he felt like it was his fault. The tears continue to run down his face as he pulls her in again, burying his face in her hair, taking in her scent. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. You didn’t do this.” She couldn’t understand what he was apologizing for, he didn’t ask for this to happen when she was gone.  She was intensely afraid, of him not wanting her around anymore, of not being able to keep her promise, to take care of him. How could she take care of anyone like this? She had managed to get to New York. Now what?

~

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Strange Love Pt.2

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Healer! Reader

Summary: Your first day at the little palace goes relatively well. Until the General tells you that if you don’t take his offer to become an Oprichnik, you’ll be tried for treason.

Warnings: None as far as I’m aware

Word count: 2.3k

Part 1 < current > Part 3

The sun is just barely peeking through the window of your bedroom when you wake from a fitful sleep. The room is cold, the crisp chill of the steadily approaching Ravkan winter seeping through the glass panes of your window, forcing you further into your cocoon of blankets. After a nice long shower and some much needed dinner the night before, you'd returned to your room and passed out the moment your head had come into contact with your pillow.

With a sigh, you roll yourself onto your back, an arm thrown over your eyes to block out the annoying sliver of light that just so happens to be angled directly at your face. It can’t be later than six bells in the morning, breakfast won’t be served for at least another hour. You decide you might as well spend some time exploring. Getting to know the layout of the palace should aid you in escaping.

You roam the halls until breakfast, eating quickly before scurrying out of the dining hall. As confident as you are in your abilities, you feel it would be best to avoid Zoya for as long as possible. You’re halfway around a corner when you bump into someone, knocking you off balance.

When you regain your footing and open your mouth to apologise, you see the person you’ve just run into is none other than the heartrender you had rendered unconscious. He’s got a bandage on his forehead that you assume is because of you, “Oh, um… Hi.”

You offer him a nervous smile and he returns it, though his is a lot brighter than yours, “Hi. I’m Fedyor.”

Oh, so this is Fedyor. Great.

“Oh, Saints. Sorry for, uhm,” You point weakly at your own forehead to mirror where the bandage sits on his and he chuckles.

“It’s alright. I would have done the same.” His smile is contagious, but you still can’t help but feel bad.

“I can heal it for you, if you’d like.” He shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it. I was actually going to head to the infirmary right after I fetched you for the General.”

“General Kirigan wants to see me?” You ask, stomach twisting up in a knot.

“During lunch, yes.” He states, sensing your hesitance, “It’s nothing bad. I think.”

That does nothing to quell your nerves, but you force a smile nonetheless, “Alright. Thank you for letting me know.”

“Of course. Anyway, I’m off to the infirmary. I’ll see you later?” His words fill you with a pleasant warmth, briefly wondering if you’d made a friend.

The feeling is quickly squashed when you remember you don’t plan on staying.

“Yeah.” Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, “Later.”

The hours after your encounter with Fedyor fly by. Practice in the anatomy room goes relatively smoothly. It seems your abilities are almost up to par with the others despite your lack of training, which is a pleasant surprise. Before you know it, lunch has rolled around and you find yourself standing outside of the war room.

You knock on the dark wooden doors, noting the carvings that mimic the ones to the dormitories, though this one bares a moon in eclipse. Your heart is thudding rapidly against your ribs when you hear the sound of his ‘Come in!’. You push them open and step through the doorway.

As you close the door behind you, your gaze roams over the room. There’s a large circular table in the centre of the room with what looks like well thought out plans scattered about the surface. Books and maps line the walls and the desk pressed against the far wall. It’s there that you spot the General sat looking over an important looking piece of parchment.

“General Kirigan.” He turns to you with a tiny smile that has you glancing over his shoulder to avoid eye contact, “You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Yes, I did.” He states, gesturing towards a chair he’d pulled up beside his desk, “Please, sit.”

You make your way over and sit down wordlessly, picking at the grey embroidery on your kefta.

“I want to discuss your place here.”

“I thought you didn’t owe me an explanation?” You smirk and he huffs a soft laugh.

“I don’t, but I didn’t think it would be fair to leave you in the dark.” He states, gaze shifting to be a little more serious, “Do you know how I choose my oprichniki?” You shake your head, “Skill is an important factor. Ivan and Fedyor are two of the most capable heartrenders I know. They’ve trained for years, honing and perfecting their skills. What I want to know is,” He stares at you as if you were a puzzle, trying to put you together while missing half the pieces, “How did you manage to overpower him so easily?”

You’re silent for a moment. Should you tell him? What could he really do with the information if you gave it to him?

“I sped up my heart rate while he was slowing it. It wasn’t exactly easy, but I managed it.” His brows raise ever so slightly. He hums, and you think he almost looks impressed. You feel an odd sense of pride swell in your chest and can’t help the cocky little smile that creeps up on your lips. “That’s why you want to make me an oprichnik, isn’t it? I impressed you.”

He hums again, this one sounding a little more apprehensive as he narrows his eyes at you. There’s still a slight curl to the corners of his mouth that tells you you haven’t crossed a line, “Something like that. Speaking of, that brings me to my next point. The second quality I look for is loyalty, which is arguably more important than the first.” The humour slips from his face, his gaze turning intense, “Before I can place you in this position, I have to make sure you don’t have any intention of leaking any…important information, to outside sources.”

“What makes you so sure I want to be placed in this position?” He looks back down at the papers on his desk and sighs.

“If you don’t accept the position, you’ll likely be tried for treason.”

“Treason?!” You exclaim before clearing your throat in an attempt to compose yourself, “I haven’t done anything to justify being tried for treason.”

“Helping Grisha flee the country means less soldiers in the King’s army, which hurts our chance at winning the war,” When he looks at you, there’s something akin to sympathy swirling in those dark eyes, “No matter how pure your intentions were, they won’t see it that way.”

Anxiety prickles under your skin at the thought, but you furrow your brows stubbornly, “I told you. I run a clinic. Wherever they end up after they leave my home has nothing to do with me.”

He realizes that whether you’re trying to stretch the truth or not, technically, you wouldn’t be lying. You really wouldn’t know where exactly your patients end up after they leave. Still, he doubts you’d win against the king, “Would you like to take your chances?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then you huff frustratedly, “No.”

“Then I suggest you do your best to prove yourself.”

You have to stop yourself from scoffing. You’ve never been one that likes to be given orders, something he picks up on when he sees the way your jaw works and the way you glare over his shoulder for a split second, “What exactly do I need to do to achieve that, sir?”

If he picks up on the passive aggressiveness of your tone, he doesn’t say anything, “Well for one, you’ll continue your training with the other Corporalki.”

Alright, that’s doable.

“You’ll also be helping me with some of my paperwork.”

“What?” You frown, confused, “Didn’t you just say you have to make sure I won’t leak anything?”

“I did, and I will.” He states. It’s infuriatingly vague, but you don’t press him. Instead, you sigh.

“When should I start?” He smiles a little, grateful for your cooperation.

“You’ll report here after dinner every evening starting tonight. As for how long you stay, that’s entirely up to you.”

You nod, “Is that all?”

He thinks for a moment before nodding back, “That’s all.”

You leave without another word.

—

That evening after dinner, you find yourself outside the War Room once more. This time when you enter, the general is not sitting at his desk, nor is he standing at the war table. In fact, you’re unsure of whether or not you’ve got the time right—you swear it’s just after six bells in the evening—seeing as he doesn’t appear to be here at all.

You venture a little further into the room, hovering near his desk to skim some of the papers resting there. There’s a half finished letter sitting in the centre and you take a moment to admire the penmanship. His writing is rushed but admittedly very pretty as far as handwriting goes, the letters slender and slanted ever so slightly to the right.

There’s a distant thud to your right that sounds like a drawer closing and it’s then that you notice another door, one you hadn’t noticed when you’d been here earlier. It’s cracked open enough that when you lean forward over the desk to get a better look, you can see the corner of a bed and the edge of a dark wooden dresser. You lean a little further, placing a hand on the desk to brace yourself, and see someone standing in front of it. Someone who appears to be in the middle of getting dressed.

Your face flushes and you immediately right yourself as you realise that you’ve just seen none other than General Kirigan bare from the waist up. Granted, you only caught a glimpse of his back and shoulders, but it was enough to set your cheeks aflame and let loose a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

You back away from his desk and glance down at the papers again, finding a couple of the letters smudged a bit. A little panicked now, you look at your hands and find several backwards letters printed on your fingertips.

“Y/n.” You practically jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice, going completely rigid as you clasp your wrist behind your back and attempt to wipe the ink off on your kefta. He’s dressed now, donning a black robe that leaves a sliver of his collarbone visible. When you catch yourself staring, your gaze slides back up to his face and you find an amused smirk hung on his lips.

“Gen-,” Your voice cracks up an octave and you clear your throat, “General Kirigan.”

“I apologise for leaving you waiting. I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” He comes closer and you back up to let him pull out his chair and sit down. There’s an awkward pause where you simply stand there rocking back and forth on your heels until he gestures to the armchair, smiling at you, “You can sit down.”

“Oh, right.” You curse yourself for being so flustered as you settle into the chair, “So, what am I helping you with?”

“You’ll be reading over and summarising some documents for me.” He sets a fair sized stack of papers to the side of his desk closest to you and hands you a large notepad and a pen. He clears off a little space next to the papers for you and looks up at you apologetically, “I hope you don’t mind sharing a desk.”

You shrug your shoulders and shake your head, taking the pen and scooting the chair closer to the desk. The documents he has you reading over don’t seem to be incredibly important, and summarising them proves to be a relatively easy task.

As you sit there writing away, the general can’t help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye. Your brows are slanted downward ever so slightly in concentration, pen scratching against the parchment fast as you scrawl letters across the surface. He shakes his head subtly, turning his attention back to his own work.

Maybe two hours later, you sit back in your chair with a subtle huff and attempt to roll the stiffness out of your wrist.

“Perhaps we should take a break.” When you look up, you find the general leaned back in his own chair.

“That might be best.”

You take a few moments to look around the room once more, gaze landing on the nearest bookshelf and as you try to make out the titles from where you sit.

“Did you grow up in Duva?” He asks suddenly and you turn to him a little confused.

“Yes, why?” You answer hesitantly, unsure of his sudden interest in your life.

“Just curious.” He pauses, gaze flitting over your face, “I’d like to get to know you better.”

You pause and he notices the apprehensive look on your face. Still, you shrug, “What do you want to know?”

“What was it like living there?”

“It was just my mother and I and she rarely ever let me accompany her into town, so there really isn’t much to tell.” You state and he frowns.

“Why wouldn’t she let you go?” He asks and you shrug again.

“She said it was something about keeping me safe. Didn’t stop me from sneaking out when I was older, though.” You huff a soft laugh and he smiles at you before his brows furrow in confusion.

“You were alone when Zoya and the others found you.” He watches you tense and immediately regrets his words. A pained look flashes across your face before you will it to remain neutral.

You glance over his shoulder and swallow, “I was.”

There’s a moment of silence before the realisation dawns on him and a pang of sad understanding blooms in his chest, “I see.”

When you nod curtly and wordlessly return to your work, he takes it as a sign to stop talking and return to what he was doing. You only stay another hour before bidding him a rushed goodnight.

[229zmi]

UNO!

PAIRING: Tsukishima Kei/Reader

CONTENT: reader is Annoying, hinata makes a Ur Mom joke, reader calls tsukishima an egghead, dialogue-heavy, tsukishima and reader are rivals kinda

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

“Plus twenty? Twenty?” you bellow angrily. “You guys are conspiring against me, I just know it!”

Yachi offers what appears to be an apologetic look. “Sorry, [Y/N], you were about to win. What else were we supposed to do?”

“Let me win, obviously? The fuck is wrong with you.”

A tsk escapes you as you reach over the table and start pulling twenty cards from the deck in the middle in a particularly strained manner, like the action causes you immense physical and emotional pain. The group can only watch you with poorly concealed smiles behind their cards.

“It’s just a game, you weirdo,” Kageyama states as a matter of fact, as if he wasn’t prepared to flip over the table some rounds ago when the same thing happened to him. You pause in your movements just to sneer at him and his hypocrisy, your upper lip curling hideously.

However, before things start to turn violent, Yamaguchi, with some impressive prediction skills and reflexes, places a hand on your shoulder to stop you. Though you think the action wouldn’t have done much to stop you physically if you were seriously considering bopping Kageyama in the face, it’s the thought that counts anyway.

“[Y/N], just take the cards.”

“Yeah, [Y/N],” Hinata chimes in. You’re not sure why he bothered because what he said serves no actual purpose whatsoever besides further igniting your inner demons.

“Literally who asked you?”

“Your mother,” he responds intelligently. He even sticks his nose up like one of those high school bullies in the movies, all dignified and everything as if his baddie comeback is something to be proud of. It grates on your nerves more than anything.

“You can’t say that. My mommykins is, like, a super important government official.”

Hinata’s jaw slacks and his eyes widen to the size of very large ping pong balls, and like the gullible motherfucker he is — “Oh my god, really?!”

“Yeah, and she’ll have you, uhm, banished if I tell her you said that, doncha know.”

“Please don’t snitch on me, I won’t say it ever again. Promise!”

You smile passively. “Sure thing... for a price.”

“How m—“

“Put your fucking wallet away, you idiot,” Tsukishima interrupts, having already had enough of your bullshit since long ago. Hinata’s dumbassery was just the cherry on top. “[Y/N], you’re not funny.”

In response, you proceed to further prove his point by producing a noise that resembles that of a red buzzer from one of those Got Talent shows and then don’t say anything else. Unamused by your outwardly offensive action, he narrows his eyes at you, glaring at you as if your behaviour is something detrimental to his health — a disease that can be spread if he so much as accidentally brushes against your shoulder.

“…What was that?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?” you accuse.

“That doesn’t really answer my question.”

“I don’t care. What do you know about funny anyway? Egghead,” you add, for emphasis. All Tsukishima does is continue to creepily stare at you, almost scandalised like you’ve just annihilated his entire bloodline.

“Oookay. Let’s just move on!” Yamaguchi splutters with a singular glob of spit flying in the air from how fast he’s speaking. It’s gross, though he does sound a bit anxious, and that makes you feel kind of bad so you ignore it for his sake.

With an overdramatic sigh, you slump against the back of your chair in defeat as you glare at the numerous colourful cards in your hands. “Fine.”

The round continues without any other objections.

You’re about to win. And this time, you’re certain what happened a few rounds ago won’t happen to you again; all of you had just spent your plus two’s and four’s on Kageyama anyway (who did in fact end up flipping the table, although it didn’t really accomplish anything as much as it made a mess all across your living room floor).

“Uno!” you declare, gleefully placing your second to last card down with a dazzling smile.

“I wouldn’t sound so happy this early if I were you,” Tsukishima remarks. You shoot him a glare.

“You will let me win,” you say manipulatively, wiggling your fingers in front of him for the effect of what you believe is hypnotisation.

Unfortunately, he does not fall for your sneaky tactics, and it’s clear by his dry and disappointing answer: “No.”

Yamaguchi places a wild card in the middle and then looks toward everyone for some form of validation. “What colour?”

“Red,” you answer as if the question is for you.

Kageyama narrows his eyes at you. “Are you reverse psychology-ing us right now?”

“Whaaat, no! I don’t even know what that means!”

“That’s because it’s not a real word,” Tsukishima states in a haughty tone.

“Reverse psychology?” you ask. “That’s two words.”

“No, I mean—“

“Tsukishima! Tell us what [Y/N]’s last card is,” Hinata says in a not-so-discreet stage whisper. It doesn’t help either that the two of them are on opposite sides of the table, so everyone in between hears it. Including you.

“Literally what the eff, man, that’s literally cheating,” you protest in a nasally voice, but you’re completely ignored as everyone else seems to be more focused on Hinata’s unethical proposal.

“Why would I do that?” Tsukishima drawls.

“You’re sitting the closest to [Y/N]. C’mon, just take a little, teeny-tiny, itty-bitty peek!”

“If [Y/N] wins, we’ll never hear the end of it,” Yamaguchi comments. It’s meant as an astute observation rather than fuel to add to the fire, but letting you win would mean giving you the dangerous privilege that is bragging rights.

Kageyama nods in agreement. “Do it for the betterment of society.”

“For all of us,” Hinata adds. They’re all being a bit dramatic, you think.

Yachi stays silent, for the fear of potentially provoking a certain someone again.

Tsukishima rolls his eyes, his shoulders slumping with the weight of peer pressure. However, before you can process the situation or have time to defend the anonymity of your last card, you sense an arm snake around to rest upon the back of your chair. You whip your head to the side to see Tsukishima, who’s in closer proximity than you expected. Close enough that you can breathe in the scent of his cologne and note that it’s a little too strong to the point where it’s almost migraine-inducing.

Tsukishima only bothers to take a half-hearted glance at your card before fixating his gaze on you. His eyes, unblinking, noticeably skim your face without even trying to hide it, and you’re tempted to bark out an indignant “What?,” if only it wasn’t for the unusual expression he’s sporting. Unusual, as in his eyebrows aren’t furrowed together like they usually are whenever he’s in your vicinity, and his mouth is looser around the corners instead of downturned.

He appears as if he’s about to say something but then decides against it as he swiftly pushes himself away. Seeing how quick he was to get away from you, you wonder for a moment if your breath stunk or something.

“Green,” he then announces in a disinterested tone.

After you do a quick breath check and conclude that your breath does not in fact stink, you look down at your last card. It’s not green.

But the others have no way of proving that, so Yamaguchi takes the piece of knowledge, blindly accepts it as the truth, and chooses the colour red, believing that’ll stall your victory at least a little longer. However, much to your luck—

“I win!” you exclaim, slamming down your last card, and chaos ensues.

“NO!”

“Stinkyshima, you traitor!”

You hear the sound of a table flipping and another angry shout. In the midst of it all, your eyes meet Tsukishima’s once more. For a couple seconds, there’s a standstill that settles between the two of you as you wait for the other to speak up first.

“You’re welcome,” he says finally, making sure to really emphasise the words.

You scoff at him. “I totally could’ve won this on my own. I had a back-up plan. You just made it a tiny bit easier.”

With an eyeroll, his response is short and simple and strangely compliant, “Okay.” With how often he glares and rolls his eyes and whatnot, you’d think that’s all he does in his free time. Probably practices it in the mirror, too, to make sure he’s expressing the right amount of annoyance.

“But… thanks anyway,” you reluctantly add. You decide to be gracious and omit the you egghead part out of your sentence.

“You’re welcome,” he says again before visibly flushing at the realisation he’d just said the same thing twice. Awk-ward.

Nonetheless, instead of relishing in his moment of embarrassment like he thought you would, you grin and bump shoulders with him, as if the two of you are best buddies now or something. And quite frankly, after seeing you smile like that at him rather than your usual sneer or sleazy smirk, Tsukishima isn’t entirely against the notion.

[kirans-wonderland]

Hi! I had a fun idea! I didn’t see a character limit, so I’m going to request a small thing for all the boys (you can choose whomever you wanna write for if there is a character limit, but at least have Lilia please :’) )

Let’s say every time it’s someone’s birthday, the prefect gives the birthday boy a kiss on the cheek as “it’s tradition where I’m from~”

Hi Anon! This is such a cute request <3. Thank you for sharing it! This is the third thing I’ve written about kissing Lilia in less than two days- what is happening with me. >:)

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A Kiss for the Birthday Boy~

“Happy Birthday!!” You cheered for the boy of the hour and *mwah* kissed him on the cheek. “Just a little thing we do where I’m from~” 

~~~~~

Lilia:

Surprised for an instant 

immediately becomes cheeky 

He chuckles and smirks 

“Heheheh~ I am curious as to know more about your little tradition… perhaps you should demonstrate it again~” 

~~~~~

Riddle: 

The boy is a tomato 

Stuttering and stammering all over the place 

Congratulations! You broke him 

“I- Rule 4- uhm 4-45! No public displays of a-affection in the gardens! On a.. a Wednesday!!”(He’s grasping at straws here) 

Trey:

It definitely surprises him 

He puts and hand over his face trying to cover his flushed cheeks and laughs 

He doesn’t know what to do guys he’s caught of guard

“Wow- thank you (y/n), it means a lot.” *cue the sweet boi smile* 

Cater:

“Wait Wait Wait do it again!” 

You’re confused but do it again 

*click* aaaaand he took a picture 

“Wait till my followers see that I got a kiss from THE prefect~” 

“Cater- put the phone down” 

Ace: 

Cocky cocky cocky 

Boy did you activate this mans ego 

“Are you sure you didn’t just want an excuse to kiss me~?” *eyebrow wiggle* You turn around to walk away. “NO WAIT (Y/N) COME BACK!” 

Deuce: 

You broke him too 

You’d swear he had completely disassociated from reality 

“Hello? Earth to Juiceeee??” Shut up Ace 

His face suddenly takes on a look of determination and his kisses your cheek back 

“Uh- I um- you- uhhhhh-“ he cannot form words 

Leona: 

Honestly surprised he showed up for the event 

He pretends to be disgusted swatting you away like you’re a fly 

“Yeah yeah just don’t do it again herbivore.” 

He actually does want you to do it again :/ 

Ruggie: 

Happy boy happy boy happy boy 

Immediately holds his cheek like he doesn’t want the feeling to go away 

Teasing teasing teasing 

“Shishishi looks like you finally stole something from me.” 

Jack: 

The man goes stifffff 

He turns his head away to save face (he’s blushing)

Don’t look now but his tail is wagging 

“That’s- yeah- … thank you.” 

Azul: 

You’re breaking so many boys 

He tries to be so calm and composed but the red shade of his face betrays him 

“Well- *clears throat* that was unexpected prefect… But d-don’t think that’s any sort of payment!” 

Jade: 

He’s pleasantly surprised 

His eerie smile never leaves his face

“Oh? What an interesting custom. Why don’t you tell me more?” 

Floyd: 

Smiles with allll his sharp teeth 

He’s a gigglin

“Ohh shrimpy~ I think you missed~” 

Run. Start running. You are no longer safe. He’s chasing you.

Kalim: 

Happy happy happy!!!

immediately grabs your face to kiss your cheek back. 

REALLY?? THATS SO COOL!!” he’s literally beaming

Jamil: 

shook 

You kissed him? Him!?! 

He doesn’t really know what to do or what to say. 

“Oh.” 

Give him a break. This is new to him. 

Vil:

He’s used to attention but not quite this type of attention 

As long as you didn’t mess up his makeup, you’re fine 

Takes out a mirror to check if you left a mark (lol) 

“Hmm thank you. Your gesture is much appreciated dear.” 

Rook: 

Immediately grabs your hands with a smile that’s kinda scary- 

Starts muttering rapidly in fluent French before he says anything intelligible

“Mon Dieu! It’s Magnifique! What a tradition!!” 

He’s loud and dramatic about it

Epel: 

He’s a mix of shock/confusion and cocky 

He grabs your shoulders and shakes you aggressively 

Now you’re confused 

“EY- YOU CANT JUST GO ROUND DOIN SUMTHIN LIKE THAT” 

“But you could do it again… i-if you wanted.” 

Idia: 

I see two possibilities for this 

1. He actually leaves his room for the party 

Idia.exe has shut down 

You absolutely fried him 

I quote him from the ghost marriage event “Dude, I will literally DIE if we smoocharoo”

2. He sends his tablet in his place 

You kiss the screen 

Now he can die happily in the comfort of his own room 

Either way he’s a sputtering mess

Ortho: 

Happy babey happy babey 

He’s floating circles around you 

“I have to go tell my brother!!” 

Malleus: 

He’s immediately all smiley 

He grabs your hand and places a kiss to your knuckles 

“I quite enjoy your homelands tradition my Child of Man, may I attempt it?” 

Yes please do

Silver: 

He was asleep and your kiss woke him up (sleeping beauty much?)

“What? Oh. Thank you.” 

He kisses your forehead

“It is only right that I return the gesture” 

Sebek: 

He has to buffer for a second before

Oml the volume-

“I APPRECIATE YOUR TRADITION, BUT PLEASE REFRAIN FROM DOING SUCH THINGS IN THE EYES OF THE PUBLIC AND MASTER MALLEUS” 

It’s because you did this before the hand holding stage- so inappropriate 

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i wanna be your girlfriend | Kate Martin x Teammate!reader

Summary: Y/n and Kate are hanging out but Y/n wants to be more than just teammates and friends.

Warnings: none idk

A/N: been in tumblr all day putting in this work for yall💪🏽💪🏽.

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Oh, Hannah, I wanna feel you close.

Me and Kate are watching a movie in my room. Shes laying next to me, her head on my shoulder.

Me and Kate have been practically inseparable since we met each other. We’re the closest on the team, no doubt about it.

I developed a crush on her in our sophomore year. Theres just something about her.

Oh, Hannah, come lie with my bones.

I watch her as she focuses on the movie. She’s so beautiful. Everything about her.

Her smile, Her hair, Her laugh. Her everything.

Oh, Hannah, don’t look away.

“Kate.” I say, pausing the movie and sitting up. I’ve been holding my feelings in for too long.

I have to tell her or i’ll break.

“Yeah?” She sits up with me, looking in my eyes.

Oh, Hannah, just look at me the same.

“Uhm. I have something to tell you. and i’ve been holding it in for a while. nobody knows” I say, putting my head down.

“What’s wrong?” She replies, holding my head up with her fingers.

I bite the inside of my cheek.

I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips.

“So. You know we’ve been friends for a while.” I sallow.

“Yes.” She says slowly, motioning for me to go on.

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath.

“Uhm- I just wanna say I hope this doesn’t change anything between us in our friendship. I really value our friendship a lot.” I mumble.

“Mhm” Kate nods.

I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips.

“Don’t say anything- just let me tell you and then you can say something” I say, breathing slowly.

“Okay.”

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath

“So. Ever since sophomore year.. I’ve had a crush on you. And I haven’t told anyone. You’re just really pretty and nice.”

“I hate that i haven’t told you sooner. I’m sorry that I haven’t told you sooner. I just- I didn’t want anything to be awkward between us- but I really can’t hold it in any more.”

“You’re my favorite person and I love you a lot. I Really do. I really hope nothing is awkward between us.”

Oh, hannah, tell me something nice. Like flowers and blue skies.

“I- oh.” Was all Kate said in return.

fuck. I just messed up.

Oh, Hannah, I will follow you home. Although my lips are blue and i’m cold.

“Please say something.” I bite the inside of my cheek.

I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips.

Kate looks me in my eyes, her lips parted.

“I don’t know what to say.” She sighs, shaking her head.

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath.

I bite my lip, “Kate-“

“I feel the same way.” she replies.

I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips.

“I- i’ve felt this way since last year.” She confesses.

“I never told you for the same reasons.”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath.

“Gabbie and Caitlin knew. I told them.”

“i just didn’t know how to tell you.”

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath. I don’t wanna be your friend.

“You’re so pretty. And smart. And you help so much at games.”

“I really like you, y/n.” she says, grabbing my hand.

I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna be your bitch.

“Kate. I-“ I stutter.

“Can i kiss you?” She asks, looking in my eyes.

“Yes” I say almost immediately.

Our lips crash together, my hands fly up to her hair.

And I wanna touch you but not like this.

I pull away, making eye contact. Her eyes are so pretty. She has this look in them- this loving look in them. A look so loving.

The look in your eyes.

I put my hand on her thigh, my breath hitching.

My hand between your thighs.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, y/n. so long” She breathes out, a smile creeping onto her face.

“Me too.” I say, returning a smile.

Oh, this can’t be real. It’s all just a dream.

“Let me take you on a date. A real date.” She says, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

I can’t believe this. Kate Martin just asked me out. The girl that i’ve had a crush on since I was 19 just asked me out.

“Okay.” I nod, smiling more.

“I promise, it’s gonna be the best date ever” She says as we go back to cuddling.

“I don’t doubt it, Money Martin.” I giggle, cuddling up to her.

I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips.

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Thanks for reading all the way through!