#also fuck me for being so... like this. with headphones and keeping them not lost do ireally need to go buy new ones a g a i n
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i hope everyone who watches videos in public without headphones drops their phone into a puddle and when they go to pick it up they accidentally step too far into said puddle so their shoes and socks get all wet and when theyre worrying about that they drop their phone again and this time the screen cracks
#seems like e v e r y t i m e nowadays there someone in the train too near me watching tiktok or whatever and i dont fucking want to hear it#also i think i lost my own headphones or maybe left them at work#they were my backup headphones that i bought bc i lost my headphones or maybe left them at my parents’#also my hands still smell like salmon despite washing them like three or five times i cant wait to take an actual shower#small annoyances that ill probably forget the minute i step out of this train but until then fuck everyone who watches videos in public#without headphones and double fuck everyone who watches videos in public without headphones and feeds their dog salmon treats#also fuck me for being so... like this. with headphones and keeping them not lost do ireally need to go buy new ones a g a i n#i say#ok instead of posting i just saved this as draft bc habit so in that time ive gotten off the train and bought some shitty cheapo headphones#from tiger (which i know are shitty bc i went through like three of them in like a week some years ago and if they were shit then theyre#probably worse now. they dont even have any fun colours anymore...) and i instantly feel better#gonna go take that shower now and hopefully finally wash away any lingering dog food stink thank god its friday etc etc etc#//edit 2days later ha found my headphones!! (not the fun pink ones that i still hipe are somewhere back home but the boring gray backup ones#that i was afraid i left in the pocket of my work pants that i threw in the laundry box. i didnt! theyre safe!!)
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so. um. 👉👈
hi guysies.
Ig I should just say like. Hi
I haven't been posting here as much cause. Idk. Might be depression? I keep thinking its cause I've been so busy, which also wouldn't be not untrue, but these past, like, 3 weeks I think so far? I've had some free time but I haven't cause. I dunno, then again, I haven't been doing too much in general? I gues, besides very mandatory things, hell I've even been lacking in my regular skyrim hours of playing.
That, and as said, I get super melancholic when I remember just how sad and bittersweet it is that t0h is. Actually legit over. The show and experience, that is.
Oh all that and also becuz my headphones broke! Fuck! That's like number 2 in my bare necessities for when I post, do almost anything really! It's seriously been painful this past month going without headphones holy shit. Dude I've been scratching at the bit for some relief for headphones, I NEED music legitimately. Even right now, as I'm typing this on my phone, my music is on low levels.
But yerp. Its been. Rough. Really rough. I really do appreciate yall, everyone of yall. Have a sweet week everyone, ✌️!
#the butts chronicles#ogh but yea. been rough.#as said I have no idea if we'll keep this house cause man shits been fucked#uhhhh. lets see. recently my sister got into a fairly nasty argument with her husband since they were both drunk and hes a bit of a. hm#quick to being mad guy? I spose? but yea they made up and he actually apologized to me and my family for that so. its okay?#OH YEA FUCK LOL a few weeks ago fuckin tecksas got hit nasty with a hurricane and GUYS. I FREAKED OUT SO BAD LOL#cuz there was hail with the rain but since. I dont think we even ever experienced hail here I was scared that my ceiling roof broke again#and that it was the rain leaking to my room ceiling and was about to burst my ceiling so I legit started hyperventilating and panicking#with like. short and heavy breathing and almost crying badly until I went to look outside and saw hail and only slightly calmed down#oh but yea it was nasty lol. then the next day almost the entire block lost power and apparently sparks were happening cause fallen trees#uhhh. lets see. hmmm. OH OH RIGHT DAMN I FORGOT WE GOT A PUPPY LOL#we've gotten a lil pup all the way back from dec? iirc and she is now older and a shit lol shes in her teething phase and whatnot#still p cute tho and very puppyish. oh yea also during dec our power went out and ogh man dec was so freezing literally.#almost as bad as the one from. uhhh I cant remember the exact year but I remember it being within these past 4 years at least cause I read#a t0h fic during it lol. oh yea speaking of. we also changed our light company and damn. its been not bad so far! we had to pay up to 300#in our old company and now we dont even get to 200 so far! hope Im not jinxing it! hmm oh did I already say before that I had to get a new#phone? cause I did and I did not enjoy it lol. had it for a while and now and its arguably worse cause no damn headphone plug-in#I think I did mention this but in case. I did finish counseling. well more accurately they required payments again since things and whatnot.#I think? I mentioned the stuff I got for my bday and chmisas. I got mostly neat stuff. I guess. one of them has still yet to arrive lol#uhhhh. hrm. I did get Mr. Martinet's autograph as a present! hrmmm#my other sister got another surgery a while back and its been relatively the same since. hmm. my only other living grandparent passed away#me and my ex got into a. not great argument cause mistakes and whatnot. raccoons in the attic thats hopefully taken care of for now#aaaaand the plushes I ordered a damn near year ago have been technically canceled cause of unfortunate circumstances for the creator#who just kinda. posts things now lol ig.#but yea. lots. holy shit guys. lots has happened. fuck man. I think Ive been way more tired than I thought.#not to mention the past weeks of just. reflecting. man#uhhh#long post#LOL i gues#but yerp.
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Heyyy this is my first time requesting something
Imagine gamergf! Sakura, who is always gaming and doesn’t gives attention to reader, so one day reader sneaks into sakura’s gaming room and kneels in front of her, kkura doesn’t even notices her presence until she feels how now her pussy is exposed, reader who starts to eat her out while she’s playing, begging reader to stop overstimulating her
cw: somnophilia, cnc (boundaries discussed beforehand ofc), bondage and overstimming (so begging!)
sakura was exhausted as fuck... originally just getting on her computer and playing geometry dash to pass the time but having it being quickly turned into an intense gaming session, as per usual, her eyes glued to the screen until like what.. two am at this point? btw doing allat while only wearing a tank top and panties because let her live anyways moving on
she just cannot for the life of her pass this godforsaken level and she's sick of it; being an incredibly competitive person, she couldn't bare backing down. she was gonna pass that level, even if it took the whole night.
you, on the other hand, have been trying to get her attention throughout the whole day. look, you loved your girlfriend, she was loving, caring, everything you could possibly want. but one thing you knew she wasn't good with; giving you attention whenever she was focused on something else. if you tried texting her, she wouldn't even see the notif. if you tried coming in her room and starting a conversation, she would give back short responses. it was difficult, if not impossible.
long story short, you were incredibly needy, and you were ready to do anything to get her to pay attention to you.
the discouraging words "attempt 1553" displaying on her screen as it lit up the dark room that she was in, her eyes fighting what felt like an invisible force that was desperately trying to close them shut. throwing her head back, she sighed exasperatedly, almost dozing off. a small break wouldn't hurt, she told herself.
yeah no, no matter how hard she tried fighting her own drowsiness, the chair was so comfy, she couldn't help but eventually give up and close her eyes. she was eepy, if you will.
and eep did she do!
what she didn't know, though, is that she was sooo incredibly tired that she didn't even notice you walking into her room and strapping her to her chair. poor bby was just sooo tired and unaware. :((
when she went to rub her eyes, she quickly realized that her hands were restrained, she noticed you under her desk and immediately looked lost, what were you doing there? suddenly, she felt the slight vibration in between her legs, already giving her sleepy brain somewhat of an idea "mmh.. love..? w-what are you doing—"
"i'm gonna untie one of your hands so you can play and win this level, okay? if you don't, i'm not letting you cum, as simple as that. also, i unplugged your headphones; i wanna make sure you won’t be lying when you'll say that you won."
"couldn't we have just— mmh— done this in bed..?" she asks, stumbling on her words as she tried to keep her eyes open.
you scoffed at her words, mocking her "do you really think i'd go to this length if you actually paid attention to me throughout the day? you seemed soo committed to passing this level, i can't just take that away from you, can i?"
she furrowed her eyebrows in guilt as she looked down at you, avoiding your gaze once her eyes started tearing up. was it the drowsiness, the sudden culpability she felt when she figured out why you were doing this, or the pleasure her clit was throbbing for?
she didn't know, she felt like she didn't know anything at that moment.
you took away the vibrator to pull down her only piece of lower clothing, her underwear. upon taking it off, you watched as the slick of her cunt stuck to the fabric of her panties, smirking at the sight. looking up at her and noticing her hard nipples through her thin tanktop. she was barely even awake and she was already this needy for you?
"slut." you spit out, making her whine in the process.
after untying one of her hands, the rest of the night turns into you pressing your favorite vibrator against her clit as you ate her out, hearing her desperate moans and cries of pleasure mixed with the, quite frankly, unserious geometry dash music coming from her speakers as she desperately tried winning. and whenever her noises got louder and her breathing got heavier? you simply took away all the sensation from her, denying her orgasm as you made her twitch with anticipation as she whined..
and the need to constantly remind her, "keep your eyes on the screen and hand on the keyboard, i'm not gonna keep repeating myself, sakura." whenever she pathetically begged you to let her cum, staring at you as tears fell from her eyes, she was just so desperate to cum :((
eventually, after like, 3 hours, she managed to pass the level. holding onto your promise, you untied her limbs and ate her out, licking all of her folds and sucking on her clit until she finished all over your tongue and lips, gripping your head and pushing you closer to her wet core. you were certain that your neighbors would have a word with you the next day the way she was screaming out your name, blabbering sleepy nonsense as she came undone under your touch :((
long story short, she slept incredibly well after you carried her to bed that night. <3
#anon asks#smut#anon#kpop gg#female reader#le sserafim smut#sakura miyawaki x female reader#sakura miyawaki#sakura smut#sakura le sserafim#sakura x female reader#sakura miyawaki smut
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Don’t slut up that college
Btw if you’ve watched the show and if you look (not that close) you will find a lot of Euphoria references.
“I want to look like attractive but not desperate. Like im begging to make a move.” Tadashi help a hanger with a loose light green short sleeve button up. In a few minutes he’d be leaving to spend the night with this girl he’d been talking to for a while who lived in the dorms of another campus. SFIT didn’t allow foreign students on their campus unless they were being considered for a spot there so it was easier for him to go over to y/n’s place.
In order to get complete, unbiased, and a mixture of different opinions he’d invited his entire clique over to his hour to help him pack. Along with his little brother listening by accident of course.
Gogo coughed into the crease of her elbow, “I don’t think she’s going to look at any of your clothes and think: Oh my god he’s trying to fuck me.”
“LANGUAGE!” Tadashi scolded, referring to the much younger college students behind the paper room divider.
She popped her hand over her mouth, “Oops, sorry.”
Hiro removed one of his headphones from where he’d been watching some dumb youtube video on his bed and called out, “It’s all good Gogo!”
Honey pointed out, “I like it. I think you look very presentable and casual. Like it’s enough to go out, but not too over the top.”
“Yeah,” Wasabi, who was sitting on the floor right next to his friend’s bed agreed. “Besides, I think muted colors and calm patterns make you look clean.”
Tadashi was holding onto the hanger and placing it in front of his torso as if he was actually wearing it before turning around.
“Fred.”
The blonde looked up, squinted for a few moments before responding. “It’s nice. Suits you really well.”
With a sigh, Tadashi took the shirt off the hanger and rolled it up into a log before gently placing it inside his backpack. He needed help planning out this weekend. Over the course of the months Y/n and Tadashi had been talking he thought he’d made it abundantly clear that he really liked her. And he had, but he also wanted her to know that he took her seriously. So showing up to the two-day mini vacation they planned dressed like a bum was not an option. He liked this girl and was very committed and devoted to her and he was going to act like it.
Just then, the door to the boys shared bedroom swung open with a creaking noise. Their Aunt Cass was standing in the doorway holding their newly groomed cat like a baby in her arms.
“Hey Auntie.” Hiro greeted her without looking up. The rest followed in saying hello.
Aunt Cass walked into the room before looking around at all the clothes spread out on her oldest nephews bed.
“I want you to know I’m putting a lot of trust into you. Letting you go out.” Aunt Cass pointed her finger at Tadashi before dropping Mochi the cat and letting him run to sit on Honey’s lap for ear scratches.
From the other side of the divider Hiro laughed and said, “Yeah Tadashi, don’t get her pregnant!”
Aunt Cass grabbed one of Tadashi’s shirt and threw it at Hiro’s face. “That’s not funny, Hiro.”
The boy’s smirk wiped off but quickly returned when his aunt looked back at his older brother with a serious tone. “No seriously, do not get her pregnant.”
“Relax Auntie,” Tadashi zipped up his backpack. “She has a roommate.”
“Mmmhmm, listen to me. I want you to keep your phone on you, make sure your ringer is on all the time. If you go out and when you come back I want you to take a photo of you in the room with a working clock in it.” She pointed her finger in his face.
Despite him being an adult, she still worried. After the deaths of their parents, she’d been intrusted with the care of her beautiful boys. And if she’d lost them, lost on of their parents babies, how was she supposed to forgive herself for that?
Everyone’s jaw had dropped at her demanding request.
“What the hell?” Gogo was laughing into her palm.
Wasabi looked up at Aunt Cass, “You mean like a ransome photo?”
Completely falbberagsted, Tadashi laughed out breathlessly with his mouth hung open, “I hate you, did you know that?”
“Aww well I love you.” She wrapped her arm around her (much taller) nephew.
Tadashi wrapped both of his arms around her torso like a little kid and tucked his head into her, “I love you, too.”
Tadashi was getting ready to leave in a matter of a few more minutes. He’d been lent the family’s truck for the weekend for him to use. Not very hot to have to ride around on a moped with your date.
“Okay, have fun rockstar.” Aunt Cass and the rest of the clique including Hiro followed him out as he was getting ready to pull the truck out of the alley behind their garage. Once he was in and the engine was turned on, his entire friend group started making vaguely sexual gestures toward him behind his Aunt’s back. Which then prompted Hiro to shout at the top of his lungs:
“DON’T SLUT UP THAT CAMPUS!”
Aunt Cass slapped him in the back of the head.
The rest of the farewells consisted of ‘be a gentleman’ or ‘tell her we said hi’. It wasn’t until everyone but Aunt Cass had gone back inside the café that she carefully whispered to herself as she watched the truck drive further away:
“Don’t you dare get her pregnant.”
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“Okay, how do I look?” You turned around with your arms spread wide for your roommate to judge.
This would be the first time Tadashi would be sleeping over and for two day you’d never have to say goodnight. Obviously, this was not your first date with him. You guys’s first date was a trip to the botanical gardens where he insisted on taking a million pictures of you and posting them on every social media platform he had (Instagram, that’s it) with the caption ‘someone’s someone”. And ever since you two have been non-stop talking. He’s the first person to wish you a good morning and he’s the last person to tell you goodnight. He just feels right, he might be it.
Your roommate, getting high off her cherry coke-flavored vape kissed her teeth. “Like a bad bitch.”
“Oh my god,” You laughed dropping your face in your hands. “ Thank you for that, but can you come up with another one?”
“Why? You look like a bad bitch. End of story.”
You scoffed, “Yes, and thank you but I feel like he’s not that kind of guy.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“I just mean like he’s not one to call girls bad, or fine. Hell, he has the hardest time saying the word sexy. To him, it’s a cuss word. So, other than a bad bitch is there anything else I can pass off as?”
Your roommate breathed out a cloud of scented smoke, “An angel.”
“Aww thank you.”
“What are you guys even doing tonight?” She asked from her side of the room.
You grabbed your beauty blender and started to fix some things, “Umm we’re just gonna hang out. Grab food, walk around, and then come back here to watch a movie.”
“Watch a movie, or watch a movie?
You rolled your eyes. “You’re actually done.”
“How long till Netflix asks if you’re still watching?” She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
You argued with your roommate, “He’s not the kind of guy.”
“Oh really? What campus does he go to? OMG PLEASE TELL ME HE’S NOT IN A FRAT!”
You gagged at the thought of dating a frat boy. “Ew no, that’s such an ick!”
“So where does he go? Here?”
You shook your head and started going through your collection of jewelry to decipher what would look best with your outfit. “No, he goes to SFIT. He’s a- a robotics major.”
“Ooooh she got herself a nerd!” She laughed in your ear. “How’d you guys meet anyways?”
You thought about that day and a sly smile plastered on your face. A few months ago, one of the girls in your dorm was transferring to SFIT because she couldn’t afford to attend there all four years and a lot of you wanted to show out to the student showcase to support her getting in. There is where you meet a tall boy in a baseball cap with eyes are brown as freshly brewed coffee and honey-baked skin. Needless to say, he was very cute, and the girl with the e/c eyes from the party college across town wasn’t too bad looking at all. And his inflatable healthcare robot was quite the snitch when his heart rate started speeding up around you. What started off as exchanging numbers with and texting a boy from a college across town, turned into wanting to see him all the time, going out on dates, doing homework together, staying up all hours of the night to talk to each other, and sent photos and videos once. And you two wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“Oh shit,” Your phone dinged. “He’s here. Which me luck!”
You grabbed your keys, kicked your shoes on, and started out the door when your roommate shouted back at you, “Good luck, boo-boo!”
In order for him to really be allowed on campus he needed a student to accompany him so it was vital you were on time so they wouldn’t ban him for trying to trespass. Also because you were just like, really excited to see him.
Across the parking lot, in the blue-purple lit sky decorated with the twinking and flashing electric lights of the crazy industrialized city, Tadashi could be found pacing back in forth behind the long tail of the light blue rusty work truck. The second he came into sight, swinging his keys in his hand while he waited for you, you straightened your arms and sped walked towards him.
“Hey, luv!” You smiled at him.
He thought your smile was the most beautiful in the world. All the things you posted wearing more dark makeup with eyeliner wings sharp enough to cut someone were no doubt attractive, but there was something about the photos you were always smiling. Like the time you two went to the aquarium and a little otter named Silvia grew very fond of you. Swimming around and following you around the tank. You smiled so much that date that all the photos he took of you took up almost five percent of his photo memory.
Tadashi quickly turned around to look you in the eye. “Hi-wow you’re so beautiful.”
“Aww thank you.” He embraced you in a hug and took a moment to just take you in. The way your perfume smelled, what your hair smelled like, the different textures of your clothes. Everything mattered. Nothing but you.
The entire time you were driving around, talking and enjoying your time together Tadashi felt like he couldn’t be happier. However, at the same time he could have sworn that he was going to be sick to his stomach. Everytime you touched his hand like you’d done a thousand times before it still made his stomach flip in ways that were questionable to human physiology. Since it was a Saturday, everyone had their boyfriends and girlfriends over and all restaurants on campus were fully booked. It’s not like you and Tadashi were huge fans of sit downs despite your first date being at a sit down.
Instead, the two of you went down to the strip near the pier where the countless food vendors were backed up almost a hundred people each. Where you could watch the sea lions bask in the sunset, kids flying kites, a couple sharing ice creams, and a friendgroup celebrating a birthday with a picnic.
“Wait a second, you surf?!” You screeched while holding onto a stick of takoyaki in one hand and a blue raspberry frozen lemonade in the other.
Laughing, Tadashi answered, “Yeah, I have a surfboard in my room. Haven’t you seen it?”
“No, what the hell? Why am I just now finding out about this?” You playfully elbowed him in the arm.
“Well I haven’t gone in super long. So right now my boards just collecting dust.”
You bolding walked closer to him and placed you head on his shoulder as you walked. “If you ever plan on going again, will you teach me?”
“Of course, so that one day we can go surfing together.”
You held out your pinky, “Do you promise?”
“I promise.” Tadashi interlaced his pinky with yours and kissed the back of his fist.
You two sat on a park bench to simply listen to the natural environment of the city and the sloshing of the sea on the pier’s structure.
“So,” Tadash turned his body towards you. “How are you?”
“Same as the other million times you’ve asked me.” You laughed. That was the first thing Tadashi asked when you guys talked. How you were doing, or if there ws anything you wanted to share. To him, understanding every bit of the mind he’d grown to find so much beauty and adventure in was always the objective. The purpose of the experiment that was the relationship he was chasing after.
“Sorry, sorry,” He raised his hands in defeat.
Though you assured him it was fine you still wondered something. “How come you like asking me questions about myself? Like I ask you things and you answer them, but then you shift back to me. Why do you do that?”
How was he supposed to tell her that he wanted her to understand that he truly wanted her to be with him without sounding like a creep? Just earlier he’d asked all his friends what clothing made him seem like less of a weirdo, and now she was asking a question he was scared she may not want the answer to. At any moment during his answer she could get up adn walk away. What if she just wanted to take it slow, or maybe she didn’t want to date date him at all. She could just be exploring and the idea that he might weight her down could make her leave.
“Uhh,” He laughed nervously. “I just want you to make sure you know I care and take you seriously. I think I’m like pretty good about communicating with people but sometimes, I don’t know.”
You knew what he was talking about. When Hiro was a botfighter, he was constantly in dangerous situations. It was such a difficult time that really did push their limits to the test. The entire household had huge blowout arguments and breakdowns at least twice a month and it was ruining everyone. Hiro had made Aunt Cass cry without trying and the fourteen-year-old’s mental health was in such a decline they were starting to question whether or not he had some clinical disorders. During all of this, Tadashi kind of just watched. Granted he tried to be the mediator, and was always there for Hiro physically but when it came to him trying to express he just couldn’t. It’s not like he didn’t have anything to say, but it was like the words had been taken from him. What he really wanted to say just wouldn’t come out. Maybe if it had Hiro would have stopped a long time ago and there wouldn’t be a scar on their family dynamic.
For everytime he’d had one of these breakdowns he didn’t want to talk to someone that wasn’t you. You just got him, he felt it. He doesn’t worry about telling you and then you bringing it up all the time, or trying to give him counseling, if you’re going to judge him for being so weak he let his own family fall apart even if it was just for a period of time. All the things wrong with his mind and his thinking, you soothed.
You placed your hand on his, with nothing more to say. That’s how right this was. No words needed. You got him and he got you.
“You want to know how I am?”
He nodded and with a whisper answered, “I really do.”
In a whisper you answered close to his face. “I’m really fuckin’ happy right now.”
On his parents memory, Tadashi has never been so forward before. But something about the moment made it feel right. He leaned in and grabbed the back of your head. Like he was going to drop dead of a heart attack right that second if he didn’t kiss you. This wasn’t your guys’ first kiss, but it was the most intimate and dramatic.
With your foreheads pressed to each other he whispered, “Y/n.”
“Yeah?”
“D-Do you like, umm,” God he was such a fucking idiot. How old was he? Eleven? “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
You ran your hand through his fine black hair and leaned back with a look of content on your face. “I already am.”
Now, nor you or Tadashi ever really told anyone what really happened on that first night in your empty dorm. Despite the thousands of questions you’d kept it to yourself. All they needed to know was that you were his and he was yours.
#baymax#big hero 6#hiro hamada#big hero six#tadashi hamada#bh6 x reader#tadashi hamada x reader#fanfic#hiro hamada x reader#disney#honey lemon#bh6 wasabi#gogo tomago#tumblr
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Accidental Confession
Summary: you are friends with Matt, Nick and Chris; one night playing fortnite with Chris, you tell him about your crush, he asks you about them and discovers your crush is actually his older brother nick. you talked about wanting to ask him out on a date but being way too scared to ask him out, not knowing that nick was actually hanging out in Chris' room hearing all the conversation...
Warnings: swearing
Note: this is my first time publishing something pls be kinds, also english is NOT my first language, so excuse any mistakes ); pls
Your pov
"Dude, I can’t believe we fucking lost that round, that kid was insane". Chris sounds in my headphones as I stretch my arms a bit and let out a sigh.
"Yeah, it’s a bummer, I still wanna play a bit more, or are you tired?" I look at the clock in the corner of my monitor it reads12:36 it’s not that late but still I wanted to be sure.
"No, I’m fine, I can play for a while. So, how was your day?"
"Great, just the normal stuff" I say as the loading screen changes to the actual game. "I talked with my crush a bit, that was cool"
"What? wait, you have a crush?" Chris sounds between confused and exited.
"Yes? well, it’s more than that, I really like them."
"How come I didn’t know about this??" I grab my control when the game starts and play as I talk.
"I don’t know, I haven’t really told anyone, it’s kind of dumb really"
"Why would you say that? I mean, I’m sure your crush would like you back" I hear rustling in the other side of the line, a little thud like someone got up from a bed or a chair quickly and Chris mumbling.
"I just don’t think he likes me back, he’s so cool and handsome, also very popular, I’m sure he wouldn’t pay attention to me"
Nick’s pov
"Nick, shut up, imma play fortnite with y/n." I lower the volume on my phone and look at Chris' monitor, y/n's and Chris profile pictures filling the screen with the typical close call and add people settings at the bottom.
I look at y/n's photo and smile, it’s a good photo, I took it myself when we went out to the park a few weeks ago. I shake my head as I hear Chris scream something about winning all the round and doing a bet with y/n, I start scrolling again in my phone.
everything was normal until I hear Chris say "What? wait, you have a crush?" and I sit up in the bed, what is he talking about? is he talking about y/n? does he have a crush on someone?
"Who is it?" I whisper to Chris, concerned, nervous, what if it isn’t me? am I being overdramatic?
"Why would you say that? I mean, I’m sure your crush would like you back" Chris says and I can’t take it anymore, I stand up and almost trip with a wire that was laying across the room, and walk besides Chris I lean close to his headset so I can hear what they are talking about, this kid really needs to lower the volume of those things.
Your pov
"Maybe, I don’t know. we are just such good friends, also we have lots of friends in common, I don’t want to like ruin our friendship or anything" Chris just hums and I keep talking
"But sometimes he gives me mixed signal, like he grabs my hands or tells me I look handsome when I ask him to take pictures of me or gives me his hoodies when I’m cold and forget mine... but maybe he's just being friendly and I’m crazy" I let out a sigh as the screen displays the winning screen, we actually won a round tonight.
"But you'll never know unless you tell him"
"I have been thinking about it, I’m just too nervous to do it, also I want it to be perfect that’s why I wanted to talk to you about it" I start to get a little nervous, I know Chris could keep a secret, but this was different, it was about his brother, what if he doesn’t want me to date him? what if Nick already likes someone else?
I hear Chris chuckle "why? do I know him?"
"Yeah, really well, I mean, you grew up together"
"What? do you like-..." he doesn't get to finish the sentence, I cut him off.
"Nick. I like Nick..."
There is silence, I freak out a bit.
Nick’s pov
did I hear that right? y/n likes me? I look at Chris dumbfounded, the boy I have been annoying my brothers with how much I liked him and how perfect, handsome, smart and cute I thought he is likes me back.
"No way" I say out loud.
Chris tries to silence me but it’s too late, the microphone picked my voice up. I hear y/n freak out a bit, I can imagine him flustered and shocked, exactly how he gets when I compliment his outfits or his hair. I hear Chris apologizing and saying he didn’t mean to; he didn’t know it was me.
"I thing you two maybe... need to talk about this?" Chris laughs a bit, turns off his microphone and tells me to go to my room, I nod and rush to my room to open y/n's chat, I don’t know what to say, I type and erase everything. I don’t know if I should text him or if he will text me, I roll around in the bed restless waiting for a notification.
Your pov
"CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK??" I yell to the screen
"I’m sorry dude, I didn’t know, I mean, maybe I knew but I wasn’t with a bad intention, Nick was just here and I didn’t think he would listen"
"Shit, shit... it's okay... what do you mean you knew??"
"I mean, you two are like crazy for each other. no offence but it was getting stupidly crazy how you two are just blind, like the way you look at each other, talk, and fucking blush... insane."
"What? no, Nick doesn't... does he?" I cover my face with my hands and let out a groan, I’m so fucking stupid.
"I think Nick is waiting to talk with you, you guys should talk, it will be all right, I promise, he doesn’t stop talking about you. good night"
"Good night, Chris... thanks" I hung up the call and put my head set on the table, closing all the tabs in my computer and shutting it off. I throw myself into the bed, grab my phone and call Nick.
it rings once, he picks up, and doesn’t say anything.
"Hi..." I say quietly "I didn't know you were there; I understand if you don’t feel the same way..."
"don't fucking start with that bullshit y/n, I like you, you idiot" my face heats up, I let out a big sigh so relief.
"Oh my god, I was so scared... so, would you like to go out tomorrow?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?" Nick is smiling, I can’t tell from how his voice sounds
"Yes, of course I am, dinner and maybe movies at my place, whatever, I just want to see you"
"Yes, to everything."
"All right then, see you tomorrow then. I’ll go pick you up at 7:40"
"Sounds amazing, good night" he hangs up, I can’t stop smiling, I text Chris, he sends me a picture of Nick entering his room with a wide smile on his face and Matt behind him with a smirk.
I better sleep quickly to see him sooner.
I’m so lucky, he likes me back.
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nother lil life update!
appointment with housing admin lady got rescheduled to tuesday, but that's not too big a deal since that is the soonest day they could officially open up that apartment for me anyway, so if the answer was going to be yes, rescheduling when i get the yes to said day, doesn't delay the move-in, except by like, maybe, one more additional day of just. going back to get/move my stuff? so i am Unbothered and maintain the same level of cautious optimism leaned optimism as before
and again my stress level is way lower now knowing there is likely a light at the end of the tunnel (hell that a tunnel even EXISTS now) and mom is, at least for now, sobered by the intervention of other adults for whom going
"ummmmm but the very existence of trans identity is a personal attack against me and my beliefs bc i believe their existence is blasphemous they stole the rainbow from christians and desecrated the noah's arc story that's why i'm so mean to [not my fucking pronoun] whenever anything remotely close to the topic of gender comes up, asking nicely to so mach as -gag noises- humor they/them is a deliberate attack on me first, and forcing the queer agenda on me, so i get to attack back with full venom unloaded and vote in favor of making queer peoples' lives more difficult if not impossible, so like, i'm the victim actually? [not my fucking pronoun] needs to stop being so entitled and unholy and learn to deal with Different Opinions and stop Undermining me"
will not fucking fly
and she can't make inflict Power Word: Guilt Trip to make them crumple away the way she does to me to instantly win and make the argument stop
so she is now not pushing buttons and keeping her toxicity to herself methinks bc "ah fuck, an actually benevolent authority figure nobody in town would question is looking at how much my grown but wingclipped and disabled child's mental and now physical health has deteriorated to life-threateningly poor levels and looking in my direction while Knowing details i cannot possibly spin in my favor to outside observers; the only people who'd swoop in to take my side would only make me look worse by association, though i'll probably still refuse to think about The Implications of that, so i will Be Mask On now about it if nothing else"
like she got a stark fucking reminder i think of the fact she is a mean person who publicly boasts about being mean because she thinks its funny and also equates being smart with being cynical and therefore if you're aggressively cynical you're automatically smarter than whoever you are talking to or about, and is the kind of person who literally owns a "leftist tears" coffee mug, while claiming herself a Good christian just because she didn't kick me out for being queer like the Bad christians do, but like, she can still give me shit for being queer as much as she likes and if i stand up for myself i'm an ungrateful little bitch, those are her Vibes,
and being that way,
makes it hard to defend yourself as totally innocent of any wrongdoing and victim-blame someone most people in town know, by contrast, as "the borderline mute Always a Hoodie n Headphones kid who spends a lot of time just wandering around town for the heck of it and seems a bit touched in the head/lost in their own little world, but is unfailingly friendly if you do try to talk to them for whatever reason, and will sincerely ask if they could be of any assistance to anyone who enters their cone of vision who seems to be in a pickle" once they start developing what seems like a wasting illness and an aura of hopelessness they didn't have before and finally show up at the hospital looking like they're about to drop dead from what is clearly several months of physiological stress and self-neglect and they don't even have their meds handy because you locked their disabled ass out in retaliation for leaving for one single night because you wouldn't stop screaming at them about how their gender thing is blasphemous and [checks notes] eavesdropping in on them while they shower to make sure not even their anguished crying and muttering to themself even in there isn't saying anything you don't like??? what the f-
even the crusty old farmer i know who i guess probably would go "not sure i like that but whatever" about transness otherwise enters "now what makes you think that makes [not my pronoun but i forgive bc its not done Maliciously] less of a person, what makes you think that's okay" mode over that
lol, said the frog, as a human hand scoops it out of the water just in time, and places it on a nice log where it may recover from the sting,
while pointing to the sinking scorpion suggesting they go to therapy instead of stinging everyone around them and going "but i'm a scorpion so that means i am not responsible for my actions and nobody is allowed to expect better of me"
lmao,
okay that went from a life update to me venting a bit? but. i eared that i think, it helps keep my grounded, hoenstly.
anyway we gotta send my doc a fruit basket or somn
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crave you
pairing : student!sunghoon x gn!reader (should be at least)
sypnosis - you were a very popular girl to say the least, almost every boy wanted you, but why did he not want you?
wc : 1.3k! (wow)
warnings : mentions of throwing up (no actualy throwing up!), kissing, guy can’t take no, swearing
a/n : this is so bad, i rushed it bc i lost motivation in the middle sorry guys 😜😜 also this is for sunghoon’s birthday :)
not proof read!
soon a familiar black haired man sat in front of you.
sunghoon, you smile, breathing out. you take out your phone, opening the camera app and fixing your hair.
sunghoon, you smile, breathing out. you take out your phone, opening the camera app and fixing your hair.
fuck, why does my hair look so bad today?
should i tie my hair up? yeah i should.
you glance at your wrist for a hair tie, of course you don’t have one today. you internally roll your eyes, turning around to look behind you.
“hey do you have a hair tie?” she glances at her wrist.
“oh sorry i don’t have one” she says sadly.
“oh don’t be sorry!” you say frantically, noticing her expression, “it’s totally fine!” giving her a thumbs up smiling, you turn back to see sunghoon looking right at you.
“oh!” you say startled, “do you need anything?” god this is so embarrassing.
“oh yeah, i have a hair tie.” he says flatly, taking it off his wrist, handing it you.
“thank you so much!” you smile at him feeling your face turn hot as he turns around.
that was like your first interaction! you mentally celebrate as the teacher walks in, starting the lesson.
-
the library had always been your favorite and most practical place to study. but obviously you weren’t a genius for studying there as students crowded the library. you grab a textbook looking around for a small empty table. to your luck, you found one placing your stuff down and putting on your headphones.
you groan internally as soon as you open the book, who decided to even make students learn this? you skim through each page, trying to incase all the information in your brain. until someone sits down in the empty seat across from you.
glancing up as you pause your headphones.
“hi y/n, you busy tonight?” a boy sits across from you, arms on the table as he leans towards you confidently.
“yeah i actually am, why?” you weren’t busy, just not willing to go to any party or date this night.
“because we have a date tonight, so that might be keeping you busy,” he says smirking.
you almost laugh at his attempt, giving him a raised eyebrow.
“who said that?” you ask playfully, maybe you could have a little more fun before blowing him off.
“me, obviously, didn’t you just hear? we’ll go to the cafe near *random park name* okay?” he says, TOO confidently.
“umm, maybe not, i really hate cafes. maybe next time!” you sarcastically smile at him, hoping he got the hint.
“oh come on! not even with me?”
“even worse,” you answer rolling your eyes.
“whatever man, you’re never going to get a man being that picky!” he exclaims, earning some stares from other students.
“then so be it” you shrug continuing to read.
-
when you said you hated cafes, that was a complete lie, because how could anyone hate them? you pull open the doors, glancing at the menu, just to make sure they have your drink.
walking up to the cashier you look down at the menu taped to the counter.
“hi what can i get for you?”
wait, you know that voice.
raising your head to see sunghoon, smiling at you.
“hi sunghoon! could i get an americano please?” you blush, wondering how you didn’t stutter.
“yeah, is that it?”
“yup!” you smile at him, this time he smiled back.
sliding your debit card into the tablet, as you try to make conversation.
“oh! i still have your hair tie!” you grab your arm but he somehow beat you to it.
“oh it’s okay!” hes holding my arm right now??!.?:?:(‘
“wait you don’t want it back?” surprised, you take out your card inserting it back into your wallet.
“nah, i don’t like when other people have used my hair tie.”
“oh okay! thank you!” you walk away, waiting for your drink, you scroll on social media for a little bit until your name gets called, as you grab your drink and walk out until someone abruptly stops you.
“y/n! i thought you didn’t like cafes!” of course, it’s the guy from the library.
“oh i do, i just don’t like you.” you shrug trying to move around him.
“not so fast, give me your number first.”
“look i don’t want to give it to you, leave me alone.” you stay sternly.
“god just give me-“ you flinch as he tries to grab your phone, when a hand grabs the guys arm.
“dude they said leave them alone, you hear?” oh shit it’s sunghoon.
they argue for a little bit until the guy leaves but you weren’t really paying attention, was he ever that muscular?
“you okay?” he asks.
“oh y-yeah i am, thank you” you answer, he smiles and heads behind the counter as you leave the cafe.
-
it had been a week since that interaction and homecoming was soon, almost everybody asked you. but of course, sunghoon hadn’t. it was like he was avoiding you to this day, you couldn’t even properly say thank you!
you brought some homemade cookies as a thank you (and gift) for sunghoon.
you walked into the classroom to see sunghoon already there! he looks at you and you wave, but for some reason he doesn’t wave back.
that’s embarrassing, you think, stopping by his desk.
“hi?” he almost glares.
“i just want to thank you for the other day” you say, smiling warmly.
“okay, your welcome.” he says uninterested.
“oh well here,” you shove the box on his desk, “i hope you like them”. he nods and you head to your desk.
why was he being so rude? wasn’t he being so nice to you at the cafe? or did he only do that because he had to? if that’s it, why did he let you keep his hair tie? the teacher stepped in, trying to draw in everyone’s attention, so you put your thoughts aside and picked up your pencil writing down the date in your notebook.
-
“hey sunghoon, are you going to hoco?” jake wraps his arm around sunghoon, engulfing him in a side hug.
“no, i don’t even have a date.”
“c’mon man! i’m sure you could find one, you’re attractive and you have a great personality!”
“thanks, but i’ll go if you don’t have a date.”
jake smirked, “lucky for you, i haven’t asked anyone. i’ll see you there!” jake excitedly hurried away, telling his newfound information to the rest of the friend group. sunghoon turned to see you, walking to your friends, you turn to look at him, a red color filling your cheeks as you turn away. he smiles warmly to himself, boldness filling him as he walk up to you.
“hey y/n, could i talk to you for a minute?” he asked, wondering how he didn’t sound nervous.
you, flustered as ever, answer “oh, sure! i’ll be right back!” you say to your friend, walking around the corner with him.
“so i was wondering, if you wanted to go to homecoming with me?”
you face turns red, your words turn rushed, vomiting them out.
“yeah i’d love to go with you! considering i have a crush on you-“, he looks at you in disbelief.
“what did you just say?” he asks, in shock.
“oh.” you answer, god you rambled so much. “i have a crush on you.” you squeeze out. he leans forward, “what? i couldn’t quite hear you.” his shocked face turning into a smirk. on instinct you step back.
“it’s okay if you don’t like me back! i just think you’re really cool and-“ you’re cut off when you feel his soft lips on yours. you close your eyes enjoying the moment as you wrap your hands around his neck. until you pull away, as red as a tomato.
“so, i’m guessing you like me back?”
“i guess so.”
“then why were you so mean to me in second period the other day?”
“i guess i just had a bad morning that day.” that must be why he was so rude to you that day.
“did you like my cookies at least?”
“yeah, they made my day better.” he smiles, giving you another kiss.
yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.
#yenqa’s works!#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon au#park sunghoon imagines#sunghoon drabbles#sunghoon drabble#sunghoon scenarios#sunghoon imagines#enha x reader#enhypen fic#enhypen x reader#enhypen au#enha au#sunghoon smau#enhypen smau#heeseung x reader#jake x reader#jay x reader#sunoo x reader#niki x reader#jungwon x reader
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can i get ghost and soap x trans masc reader that's also part of task force 141? i love your work <3333
Yo wassup! I kinda forgot about tumblr with the stress of school but sure I’ll give it a shot!
SO I was thinking maybe a little bit of angst because I'm feeling devious >:) Hope you enjoy this!
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'𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖' 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 '𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝' 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 '𝚂𝚘𝚊𝚙' 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚃𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚑
You were of the plane back to base with the rest of task force 141 after a difficult mission that nearly failed. You were being guided by another person watching the security cameras. Well the mission nearly failed since the guy told you the wrong turn and you found yourself fighting atleast ten of Hassan's men. Luckily you made it out with a few marks, nothing some bandages couldn't fix but the tension on the plane was bad.
"You know y/n... it's your fucking fault that we nearly lost that mission... I told you to take a fucking right and you took a left" Someone said with such a bitterness in his voice, stressed from the mission and needy to put the blame on someone.
"What? You told me to take a left so don't blame me for your mistake, you lead me to Hassan's men" You said make as you could see the look on his face... pissed. He stayed silent for a while biting his bottom lip trying to keep his mouth shut, but the anger and stress was too much and he couldn't
"You know what... people like you shouldn't even be allowed on the team. This team is made up of real men not people like you. God I bet Price just felt pity because you tried so hard, drawing your beard on, deepening your voice and taking them shots. You are not a real guy. you never will be" He said as the plane fell silent, his words laced with venom as they hit you like bullets in the most vulnerable places. Your fists clenched as you just looked at him, tears of anger forming in your eyes while he chuckled at you. "What? Is the poor tra-"
"ENOUGH!" Ghost yelled at him as he shut up, ghost looking at you while you just stared at the ground cracking your knuckles. Why would he say such a thing? Has he always felt this way? He was meant to be your teammate... and he's just said all that.
The plane landed and you stormed off to your room at base, slamming and locking the door as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You'd always struggled with your emotions and it helped in the army but you wanted to see as manly as possible so you took it as 'Men dont cry, if they do they're weak'. So you put your headphones on and listened to yours, Ghost's and Soap's song, Boys don't cry by The Cure. It always gave you that bit of comfort and distraction while you sat in your room and just calmed yourself down, bandaging up some wounds from earlier.
Soon there was a knock on the door and a familiar voice. "Y/n let me in now" The gruff voice of Ghost said as he knocked on the door. You knew you couldn't avoid him so you sighed and opened the door, him and Johnny outside as they made their way in. Once they were in the door closed and greeted you with a tight hug while you just stood there
"Am I disgusting..." You whispered as they pulled away shocked
"Why would you say that? You're not disgusting at all" Johnny said as he held your face while Simon had already gone to report to Price about what happened
"Well I mean like he said... I'm not a real guy... jus-" You tried to speak but were soon interrupted by Johnny
"Aye shut it, you're a man. You know that, I know that, Si knows that. You're our boyfriend now shut up and put that film on we were watching before the mission handsome" He said with a smile as he kissed your head. Soon Ghost came back and he gave you a hug while Soap went to go write an incident report. His rough hands rubbing your back as you rested your head on his shoulder
"Come on we can get in bed and listen to our song while we wait for johnny" He said as he kissed your head. Once Johnny was back you all watches a movie, cuddled up and relaxing as Ghost held your face and chuckled a bit "You need a shave you look like Price" He said as he made you laugh a bit, looking at Johnny feeling better knowing you felt better know
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Thank you so much for reading this! Im sorry if its a bit shit, you get a bit rusty after 5 months. Anyway leave some suggestions because I have 0 ideas, Bye!!
#call of duty#ghost mw2#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#simon riley x male reader#male reader#simon riley#cod mw2#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#soap mw2#soap cod#x male reader#transgender#transmasc#trans man#trans male#trans main character#transmaculine
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Classic mom and Conrad. It felt like everyone else were having more fun than I did. I thought about what she had said. What did I really want?
I wanted what both of my parents had, separately. But without the absolute dumpster fire of a relationship that resulted in me. Dad and Cecilia seemed blissfully in love, and mom and Conrad could never keep their hands off each other, even in their late fifties.
Of course I wanted a boyfriend. Rather desperately, if I was being honest. I wanted to experience the same things that everyone else did, the excitement and the kissing and the touching. But I also wanted a family that wasn’t broken.
Ideally, I’d find a really solid husband who never drank alcohol, never talked to other women, loved me, and never left. And then we’d have a couple of perfect, well-behaved kids, I’d be a famous football player and the best mother ever and we’d live happily ever after.
I rolled over and sighed. It actually sounded a little dull when I spelled it out like that. But I didn’t want the pain and heartbreak that my parents had been suffering through – or causing.
Most of all, I never wanted any of my children to feel like an accident.
Maybe I was foolish for thinking that I’d get to control everything. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t relax.
Then I heard it.
I could just make out voices, quietly talking and laughing in the hallway outside my door, before moving to the other side of the wall. Samuels’ room. It got very quiet for a while. And then, the faint moans of a girl.
I sat up. Oh no. Anything but this.
The moans got slightly louder. I wasn’t sure what to do. If I went downstairs, they’d know I could hear them. I felt paralysed by the sheer awkwardness of the situation.
The moaning was now accompanied by a faint, rhythmic knocking of wooden bed against the wall. Shit. I wondered if I’d be able to get my headphones without making any noise, but for some reason I couldn’t move.
The girl giggled. “Oh, Sammy!“
I was seething. His name is Samuel. I didn’t have time to seethe for long, however, because a much deeper groan now joined in.
I had never heard him sound like that. I got chills. I wanted to hear more of that voice, wanted it to be moaning in my ear, whispering my name. I needed to drown myself in that voice.
On the other side of the wall, Samuel groaned again as the girl babbled on inanely.
I wanted to make it stop, to run in and rip Samuel away from her. I wanted to kill her. I wanted to do unmentionable things to him, to have him do unmentionable things to me.
I had to get away, immediately.
I leapt out of bed, stomped across my room and loudly slammed my door before stomping into the bathroom, slamming that door as well. As I passed Samuel’s room, it was quiet. Good. Hopefully the mood was spoiled.
I waited anxiously by the bathroom door, straining to hear what was happening outside. A minute or so later, I heard Samuel’s door open, quiet voices, and someone going down the stairs.
Yes! She was leaving!
I exited the bathroom, relief washing over me.
Only to immediately find myself face to face with Samuel, waiting for me outside. He looked about as displeased as could be expected.
“Freya, what the actual fuck was that about?”
“What, did I ruin something? Maybe if you’d tone it down a bit, I would be sleeping by now!”
“Well, if you… Never mind.”
As he turned his back on me, he paused briefly, shaking his head.
“You can be such a piece of work, Freya, did you know that?”
Then he shut the door behind him.
I sat on my bed, feeling like I’d somehow won a battle but lost the war.
I hated him. I wanted him. Fuck, when did he get so hot? The sound of his groans still rang in my ears, his naked torso seared into my memory. My entire body felt like it was on fire.
My hands moved down, almost on their own, and for the first time in my life, I made no efforts to be quiet.
I’d show him exactly how much of a piece of work I could be.
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Oikawa x injured reader
Background: you are Seijoh’s manager (you’re a second year) and you were running with the boys and you trip and twist your knee and in the process and tear your meniscus
Y/N= First name
L/N= last name
F/C=favorite color
F/F=favorite food
I/C/N= Incel name
YOUR POV
I had gone to school this morning in a rush so as not to be late. But alas luck was not on my side today
Because I ended up being over 20 minutes late to class and with the rain I hadn’t seen a light pole and ran right into it thus cracking one of my glasses lenses in a spiderweb fashion now rendering my left eye useless and my vision doubled
I sprinted through the halls to my class and was fortunately able to slip in undetected before attendance was even called only to be grossly hit on by the classroom’s resident greasy sleaze ball nice guy upon my immediate entrance.
“Well well m’lady will you finally go out with me or be a fool and go out with some jerk?”
“I-I’m sorry I/C/N I’m just… not interested in you.”
“Wow you’re so rude L/N and I’ve been sooo nice to you”
I just avoided eye contact and just went to a nice darker corner of the room to get away from him and pray for the day to end without another absolute travesty happening again
But alas
This was not the case
“YYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNNNNN-CHAAAAAAAAAAAN!”
Of course Tooru fucking Oikawa had to come bursting in to the one class I had with the greasy incel
“What do you need Oikawa-San?”
“Y/N-chan we are having an extra practice next class and I thought I would come to tell you!”
“IS THIS WHY YOU WON’T GO OUT WITH ME?!? BECAUSE YOU’RE WITH HIM?!?!”
“I/C/N it’s not-“
“SO I’M JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!”
“SHUT UP CAN’T YOU SEE I’M TRYING TO TALK TO THE MANAGER OF OUR VOLLEYBALL TEAM?!?!”
“Anyway Y/N-chan you’re free to join us at anytime but maybe you’ll wanna come early? We’re thinking of also planning a team bonding activity”
I realized I had a choice to go and join them when the teacher looked at me and nodded her head
“Of course I’ll help!”
And of course riiiiiiiiiiight when I got up and got to where Oikawa that nasty incel started screaming out a bunch of incoherent curses and… interesting expletives
Thankfully Oikawa had speedily put his hand to my lower back and escorted me out
“You deal with that everyday?”
“Yeah but it’s fine. As long as I ignore him there’s no worry”
“That doesn’t change that he’s being creepy and you shouldn’t have to deal with that”
“Just drop it Oikawa-san I can’t have you worrying about something that might cloud your mind”
TIME SKIP TO PRACTICE
“Alright boys I want all of you to go run to the track, run 2 laps and run back to build your endurance” the coach said while very specifically looking at Kyotani and as if to say ‘if you so much as get a scrape competing against each other I’ll skin you alive’
“Pardon my interruption coach but may I also run with the team? I’m trying to build my lung capacity for band again”
“Sure just make sure to keep an eye on Oikawa and Kyotani and not get lost”
And with that we were off
I put one headphone in and started jogging. At first I was at the middle of the pack but I steadily made my way to the front and when I finally made my way to the front I started running faster up the slope that would take us to the track.
By the time we finished the first lap out of my right ear I heard fast and thundering footsteps only to see Kyotani trying to sprint past me in order to assert his dominance but I sped up to double the pace of my music before starting my breathing technique for running thus officially leaving everyone in the dust.
I did not however account for Oikawa wanting to assert his dominance over Kyotani and Oikawa started SPRINTING not to catch up with me but to beat Kyotani. There was uh…one problem though.
Oikawa was EXTREMELY fast and had long legs (longer than mine like sheesh) I was worried he was gonna get hurt by trying to outrun everyone and right as he was finally catching up to me and about to pass me I started screaming “SLOW DOWN OIKAWA YOU’RE GONNA HURT YOURSELF AGAIN”
He IMMEDIATELY stopped running and only decided to run next to me and keep my pace since I already had out run the whole ass team and had lapped half the team
There was just one problem
The song changed to be faster
Like 30 BPM faster
So as the tempo changed in the music the tempo in my feet changed
“Y/N-CHAAAAAAAN SLOW DOWN I CAN’T KEEP UUUUUUUP”
“Sorry Oikawa but I gotta keep pace with my music for my training!”
He never caught all the way up to me but he stayed close behind
Which was a curse and a blessing for what I didn’t know what was coming
Because right after we got off the track I got my foot stuck in a hole and twisted my knee as I fell
“Y/N-CHAN!!”
“I’m okay Oikawa i just fell is all” which was true but I had to down play my injury in order to get better all around and to keep helping the team
“NO YOU’RE NOT YOU CAN’T FOOL ME! YOUR KNEE IS NOT OKAY! WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE INFIRMARY!”
“I’m okay! Really! I can walk see?”
I then stand up only for my knee to betray me and give out
“Y/N”
He then runs to my side as I’m on the ground trying to quickly re-adjust my knee so it at least looks normal to make sure Oikawa doesn’t worry which could lead to me not being able to participate
“OH MY GOD Y/N ARE YOU OK?!?!?!”
“I-I’m ok I just need a few seconds to get up and walk it off is all-“
And of fucking course fucking Kindaichi catches up with us and that piece of shit of course calls out:
“HOLY SHIT L/N-SENPAI WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR KNEE IT’S ALL BENT OUT OF SHAPE”
So now there’s all this yelling because of Kindaichi’s panic call out and this of course brings on a new wave of panicked screaming from Oikawa and a now frantic Iwaizumi charging towards me
“It’s ok I-I’ll be fine I can walk it off. I always do I’m fine”.
“OI WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” Oh of course Iwaizumi jumps into this mess
of course Oikawa jumps back into this and it becomes apparent that he’s not giving up on this and I realize there might not be an out for this.
and finally after what seemed like ages Oikawa comes back to me but with Iwaizumi this time
“Y/N I’m going to pick you up by your armpits and Oikawa is gonna help me get you back to the gym ok?”
“I’ll be fine Iwaizumi-san I can make it back fine”
“Nope we’re carrying you. Actually I’m going to relocate your knee so you’ll be in less pain”
“Nonononononononono I’ll be ok really I just need to not be a baby and walk it off.”
“Oi Shittykawa hold her still so I can do this ok”
Oikawa crouched down near me and wrapped his arms around my upper body and as Iwaizumi was putting my knee back in place, Oikawa decided that I needed a stronger distraction than just a surprise hug from behind
And so he decides to dig his fingers into my ribs and starts plucking at them like an electric guitar and nuzzling my cheek with his nose
“Waiahaihahahahahahait nohohohohohohohho oikahahahahahahahahawa thahahat tihihickles pleahehehehehehehse”
“Sorry Y/N-chan but you need this and you know what they say, laughter is the best medicine! Isn’t that right Iwa-chan?”
“I hate to say it but he’s right for once, it helps produce endorphins which lessens pain”
“I-hihihihihihihihihihihi neheheheheheehehehever sahahahahahahahaid ihihihit huhurt”
“Y/N-chan! What kind of captain would I be if I let our precious manager be hurt! And besides you’re always there for us so it’s only fair that we’re here for you!”
He of course moves his hands from my ribs to my tummy and that made it worse and made me squirm more than I had before and on top of that my laughter went from just barely held back giggles to full blown belly laughter
That gave Iwaizumi his chance to fix my knee and while I was distracted he got my leg and readjusted it at the knee, but as he was snapping my knee back to the correct position Oikawa went down to my hips and started scribbling there with his nails and I went WILD
“OIKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE PLEAHEHEHHEHESE”
“Awwww how cute! Your laugh is so pretty! I could just eat you up! Coochie coochie coo! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~!”
“Oi Shittykawa I’m done you can stop now”
“Come now Iwa-chan are you hearing her laughing? She never laughs! And she’s so cute!”
“We have to get her back to the club room so her knee can get checked out by the nurse”
“Awww ok.” And he pouts and lets me go as my giggles finally die down and I try to get up but quickly get pulled back to the ground only to immediately be picked up again princess style by Oikawa.
Timeskip~
I had been taken back to the club room and the nurse had confirmed that on top of the dislocation of my knee I must have dislocated my meniscus and will need a brace as well as crutches for a week or 2.
“But will I be able to march?”
“I’m afraid not my dear for 2 weeks”
I was about to pipe in calling bullshit only to be cut off by Oikawa:
“It’s ok Y/N-Chan you have us to help you! Besides I’ve dealt with something similar before as you know so I can give you some tips and tricks too.” He says as he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles into my neck affectionately
I immediately get flustered by this and the nurse pipes in
“I-I’ll step out for a second so you 2 can have a moment to process”
Smooth. Real smooth
“Now that we’re alone I want to ask you something Y/N-chan. Just hear me out ok?”
“O-ok”
“I know we’ve known each other since early-ish middle school and that’s a long time, but I want to ask you something, will y-you go on a date with me Y/N-chan? I know this seems sudden but it’s been sitting for a while and I couldn’t just let it wither away in my brain. but If it already wasn't obvious to you Y/N-chan I've really liked you for some time and there’s no way I can live without you by my side. Every waking moment I’m with you it feels like a dream that I never want to wake up from”
“A-are you s-saying y-you l-like me O-Oikawa-san?”
“Yes Y/N-chan I do. More than that actually.” He says as he gently takes my hands in his and looks directly at me in my E/C eyes and smiled warmly. “It’s actually quite interesting how you didn’t notice~”
“I had no idea you felt that way. Considering you could have any girl you want and-”
“Y/N I swear to God if you say that you’re not good enough I might actually scream.”
“Oikawa-san! You can’t cuss! Hypocrite!”
Then he stuck his tongue out at me and blew a raspberry as he crossed his arms too.
“I didn’t use dirty language though! But on a separate note you better not say you’re good enough for me~”
“Ok but when you have creeps like I/C/N hitting on you and no one else then it gives that impression.”
“Ewwwww how dare he. I’m still jealous because there are boys from the baseball team who hit on you. Like just cause you can hit a ball with a stick doesn’t mean you’re good enough for Y/N-chan”
“What do you mean ‘good enough for me’? I’m not good enough looking for that high of a standard.”
“Look I love you and everything but you are painfully oblivious. A LOT of boys look at you. And you should have better standards because your looks? Stunning. Your personality is amazing too”
He walked over to me again and looked at me.
“But you ha-”
And he kisses me
“Oikawa-”
“Sorry Y/N-chan I couldn’t let you keep saying that stuff about yourself”
He just shrugs after that whole bombshell drop and sits down next to me on the bed and puts me on his lap
“Hey careful of the brace!”
“I know I know. And weren’t you the one telling me to be careful about mine~”
“Sh-shut up” I said getting flustered
“You know you love me~”
1 WEEK LATER…
“Alrighty boys you’ll be running up the hill to the track, 2 laps around the track and back down again. Except you L/N because you’re injured.”
“Awwwww come on coach I think I can do it! Pleeeeeease?
Then Oikawa piped in with the rich statement of:
“L/N you remember the doctor telling you to stay off it for 3 weeks and be on crutches for that time”
“Well I feel fine so screw it. A week is enough for me.”
“How about this coach, since I myself have been having problems with my knee I’ll stay back with her to make sure she doesn’t try anything sneaky.”
Iwaizumi had taken this as his chance to chime in:
“Wow shittykawa is doing something mature for once and taking care of himself at the same time”
And with that they were off
I had tried to get up as they were leaving when Oikawa had looked away for just a second
But
I did not succeed
“Hey where are you going you goofball?” Oikawa said as he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me into his lap this undoing my work to stand up again.
“Y-you can’t keep me down for long Oikawa!”
“Yes I can darling~just watch” as he finished saying that he put me between his legs and put them over mine to prevent me from standing again
“Oh and just for good measure to make sure you can’t escape~” he had grabbed both my wrists with one hand and started tickling me in all my weak areas on my tummy, sides, ribs etc.
“Oh look at that it seems my little Y/N-chan can’t move~ too bad she tried to fight me earlier forgetting I’m bigger in both weight and height.”
“SCREHEHEHEHEW YOUOHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA”
The end (part 2 maybe. Idk)
#oikawa x y/n#oikawa x reader#oikawa fluff#hurt/comfort#ticklish!reader#ler!oikawa#lee!reader#injured!reader#haikyuu x reader comfort#haikyuu tickle#shy!reader#haikyuu tickling#Holy shit I was gone for a long time
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Michael and Jake is such a big brained pairing wtf. TELL ME MORE do they play on the same team in capture the flag? what sorts of shenanigans do the boys get up to? has Jake ever used charm speak on Michael?
AJHDJAJSJS YEAH! It’s actually. So funny how they ended up being a ship for this. Basically this all started because I listened to The Lightning Thief Musical when I was deep into BMC fic writing, and so naturally I start thinking of a Half-Blood AU but I could only really settle on godly parents for Michael and Jake (as well as Chloe but hers is Zeus, obviously, and I didn’t want to mess with Big Three Kid shenanigans)
So basically I was just writing random drabbles set in no partially timeline, messing around as most of my writing is. And they. Just kept wanting to kiss! So I let them. Also fun fact I’m a big Expensive Headphones (Michael/Rich) shipper and I started shipping them for the Exact Same Reason. These boys just all want to kiss Michael who am I to stop them?
ANYWAY TO YOUR QUESTIONS!!
They absolutely do play capture the flag on the same team and it obviously started during that time where Jake was just scared and attached to Michael and Michael wanted nothing mlre than for Jake to just pretend he didn’t exist like he did at school but Chiron obviously sees Jake has imprinted on Michael like a lost duckling and keeps them together at all costs. It works out.
Some shenanigans include Jake swiping weed from some Demeter kids for Michael, them locking one of Michael’s sisters into the armory with her crush, Michael slipping notes written in Ancient Greek into Jake’s locker, Knife Throwing. I also have the very vivid idea of Jake pestering Michael into trying out for the archery team since there’s a spot open now, and Michael jsuy shrugging it off and saying no until Squipped Up Jeremy says something rude about it and oh no now Michael has to do it. And Jake is just happy because he gets to watch his boyfriend be the best fucking archer ever and show everyone how cool he is (truly hearts in his eyes)
And then the charmspeak on Michael, the answer is a Yes. At least once on accident when he was still new and not aware he even had it. But he does do it purposely when he notices Michael spiraling into a panic attack, tries to smother it out before it can start by charming him into breathing and calming down. Works well enough but probably feels real funky and depending on the source can be a temporary solution. Jake would learn to use it sparingly, the Halloween Party is a good example of when he would do it
Also I can’t believe I forgot to mention this but Michael and Dionysus are actually lowkey buds. Is this partially because of George Salazar being both of them? Yes. But it’s also because Dionysus loves Pac-Man and so does Michael! And Michael would 100% sneak around to find his personal Pac-Man machine to play at camp.
And one last fun fact, Michael’s contact name in Jake’s phone is “Apollo But Gayer” and Jake’s in Michael’s phone is “Aphrodillinger”
#be more chill#bmc#bmc michael#michael mell#bmc jake#jake dillinger#BMC PJO a#pins and patches#Also yes I know tech is dangerous for demigods and they shouldn’t use phones and such and such#But I just say things like texting and shit is fine#Because Hephaestus kids made a killer VPN#Phone calls and voice calls are still out though
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Round 1 - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket) Side B
ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]
Propaganda below ⬇️
Amon
Being catholic is literally the only thing he allowed himself to keep that he got from his father (who was a priest who turned out to be cannibal feasting on children in the orphanage he built). Anyone else would go 'the person who taught me this never lived by this and was using it as a cover, there is no reason for me to believe in it anymore' but this madlad decided it's go big or go home (and he just lost his home ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) and hold to it as if his life depended on it (which totaly doesn't represent how conflicted he really feels about his father despite the superficial hate, no sir, not at all, why would you even think that). His cross necklace was a plot point at other character's moral turnabout, his weapon takes a form of a cross, he talks about God when fighting etc. On a lighter note, he once spent all night doing pushups to stop feeling horny about his coworker. What a loser <3
Literally so catholic he cannot fuck he was in the same room as a woman and felt so guilty about being attracted to her he did push ups all night
He's such a catholic himbo he did push ups for 9 hours to distract himself because had a singular horny thought. I'm not even joking, that's canon
He's like if the antichrist made him catholic and he didn't find out until later
This idiot has the general disposition of a communion wafer.
Orphan raised by a serial killer catholic priest that I'll submit in a second. The priest killed and ate (he's a ghoul) the kids in the orphanage and it's even implied he fed the other kids the flesh of the killed kids like hello eucharistic parallel??? He did not kill Koutarou tho bc he loved him like a real son. 15 years after his father's been caught and thrown in ghoul prison and Amon's become a ghoul cop, Amon still wears the cross he had when in the orphanage *puppy eye emoji* also!! His weapon's ultimate form was a giant cross sword made from a part of himself (he became a ghoul at some point in the story). He used it to kill his dad (he failed bc it wasn't his dad's real body but kudos for trying)
I mean homie was raised by a potentially *censored* human eating priest so that’s. Something.
Justin
he's soo. idk how to describe him. he never takes out his earbuds (which are constantly blasting music), he's killed at least 99 (probably more) monsters by the age of 17, he thinks his boss is god, he dresses like a catholic priest. the autistic homophobic gay guy ever
He is a priest who can turn into a guillotine. Has killed at least a hundred people. He constantly wears headphones that play non stop death metal music at max volume claiming that doing so helps him hear the voice of God causing him to shout when talking so he can hear what he's saying and people have to repeteadly signal him to take them off so they can talk to him and when that inevitably fails knock the off. He eventually betrays the good guys after going crazy and allies himself with a demon who wants to take over the world. After beign damaged by a magic sun ray the left half of his faces becomes perpetually engulfed in flames.
#justin law#soul eater#cct polls#tumblr tournament#tumblr bracket#tumblr polls#amon koutarou#koutarou amon#tokyo ghoul#polls#r1sb
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hi😭 dijdieneie i reallyy love your blogs and I'll read more of it 😌 also- maybe an angst alternative to eddie's am i not good enough for him where maybe reader gets cursed by vecna and barely survives? then maybe robin tells eddie what the problem was- I DON'T KNOW, YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS THOO. also, great workk! keep it up:)
Thank you so much :)
Also if people are gonna ask no this is not the part two to 'am I not good enough for him' but don't worry I'm working on those.
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'My fault' Eddie munson x male!reader
Summary: reader gets cursed by vecna, barly surviving. Eddie your boyfriend is confused and can't think of anything of why this happened since you've been ignoring him, until Robin explains it to him.
Cw: reader being cursed by vecna, angst,
It got you. To be more specific, vecna got you. You barley survived. Robin managed to rescue you. That was the only reason you lived. You where so thankfull for her. But in this happy moment it all hit you like a brick.
When you started to wear headphones everywhere after that night. Everyone caught on and robin told them, since you didn't want to talk about it. I mean look on the bright side this brought you and max closer.
After this tho everyone kept asking you if you where okay. It was annoying. Plus even after what happend you still ignored eddie. And you had reasons.
He didn't understand. Why. Did the curse have something to do with him. Or did he do, say something? God he was so lost and he wanted to help you so bad.
But when he finally had enough he pulled robin aside and asked her. "what happened that damn night, why is y/n not talking to me. He's said like maybe 2 words to me."
Robin looked at him and sighed. 'Should she tell him..? Oh fuck it'
"Well eddie there are alot of reason what happened to him happened but the one your asking for is, basically, you did something, don't know what, that got him quite upset and jealous. To which he started to ignore you. Thinking that all the bad shit he's thought off was true. He-"
Before robin could continue eddie hushed her. He looked so upset almost like he was gonna cry. "So... part of the reason he got hurt.. was my fault?"
#stranger things#gay#queer#x male reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things x male reader#eddie munson x you#stranger things x you#stranger things x reader
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💚❤️ Part 2/9 💚❤️
Phil and Scarlett meet in order to discuss her proposal and reach a conclusion.
Phil Baker belongs to the amazing @flareshogwarts
By the time she woke up it was almost noon, Scarlett following her normal morning routine never really caring what time it was when she woke up, being done two hours after that. Getting ready to leave the apartment she rented through AirBnB, she finally checked her phone seeing a few messages, one also being from Phil “I’m at the Central Café, meet me here if you have time.”
“Fuck!” the message had been sent almost three hours prior, no follow up or phone call. And it was not like he did not know she liked to sleep in or nap, especially nap. Dialing his number, he picked up after a few attempts “Where are you?”
“At the café.”
Her eyes widened “Still? It’s been three hours.”
“Has it?” She could hear him fumbling with his phone, laughing slightly “Guess so, I just started sketching some designs and lost track of time.”
Feeling like smacking herself, she refrained from doing so as she just put on her make up “I’ll be there in ten you freak.”
Grabbing a cab she actually took that time to think, trying to wake up fully. Phil never really liked being pressured into things, so if he was asking to meet her then it could go two ways. He was either excited to go to Japan with her and he would say yes or he was actually going to turn her down. She was well aware she was not the best of friends, she could barely keep up with the girls and what they discussed in their group chat or via letters, with the rest it was even harder. Leaning towards no was the more plausible scenario.
She found him inside the café, a coffee for her already ordered, Phil hunched over his sketch book, one he closed immediately when he noticed her “Hiding something are we?”
“No.” he stammered, pulling it to his chest for a few seconds before placing it in his bag. Her brows furrowed as she leaned in, looking at his face “What?”
“Since when do you wear glasses?”
As if just then realizing he had them on, Phil pulled them down and away from his face “I need them for detailed work or sketching. Guess all those years playing games finally did me in.”
Sitting down at the table, she nodded “I knew it would, but they suit you, you look cute with them. So what were you drawing?”
Ignoring her entirely, he fumbled with putting away his glasses and not looking at her.
Taking a sip from her coffee, she rolled her eyes “Fine, be like that. So, do you have an answer for me?” Phil hesitated, Scarlett taking another long sip as she thought it was definitely a no.
“Are we still friends? I mean I like to believe we are, but lately you sort of vanished and that’s not something friends do.”
Sighing, she finally gave up on being distracted by the coffee, taking out her phone, apparently ignoring his question, until his phone chimed with several voice messages “I recorded those but never sent them across. Also have a bunch of pictures I also didn’t send.”
“Why not?” taking out a pair of headphones, she just shrug her shoulders nonchalantly, leaving Phil to draw his own conclusions after listening to them.
In some of them she sounded distant, distracted from what life had to offer her. In others she was apologetic, language slightly slurred so he knew she was tipsy if not drunk, but those were moments when she could be honest without the walls she generally placed around her heart.
But late honesty wasn’t what Phil wanted in that particular moment. Placing the headphones on the table after listening to the messages, he looked at her “So won’t your husband mind you’re leaving with another guy?”
Cocking a perfect brow, Scarlett asked “What husband are you talking about?”
Clearing his throat, he took a sip from his drink prior to asking again “Fiancé?” however with the amounts of rings on her fingers, it was hard to tell, Scarlett’s glare growing more intense “Boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
“Are we really doing this? The part where you pretend I’m seeing someone just so you can find out I’m single and I go about it the same way when I know for certain you’re also single?”
Shifting in his chair, he ran a hand through his hair “How do you know I am?”
Smirking, she just shook her head “Honestly Baker, I wouldn’t have asked if I knew you were seeing someone. I may be a bitch, but I’m no home wrecker.”
Bobbing his head, he added his input to the conversation “Surprised honestly that after two years you’re not seeing someone.”
“I’m not.” She scoffed in her drink “Not like I actively try to be nice and get close to people.”
Looking around the café, Phil fumbled with the sleeve of his shirt, his voice crackling a bit when speaking again “I wrote to you, every week after you left. You didn’t reply back, you just left. No message, no goodbye, nothing.”
“So are you mad?”
“Yes.” He answered exasperated “I am. I thought we were friends, that you could tell me things. But no, apparently I was just some weird nerd you” he paused but still continued, it feeling good to finally get it off his chest “used whenever you needed an escape. And I never wanted to believe it, I thought I knew you. Guess I was wrong.”
Sighing, Scarlett actually looked away from him “You were my friend, if you weren’t I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. I wanted to run, to get as far away as possible from the magical world.” Phil laughed nervously trying to cover up her last statement, hushing her “Oh sod off. Whatever” she flipped her hair over her shoulder.
“Go on.” He leaned in, drawing his chair closer to hers “Please.”
“Fine, but if you interrupt me again, I’m not telling you shit.” Phil only nodding “You can imagine how the world” Scarlett rolled her eyes “is everywhere, it was like it was haunting me and mom wanted the legal stuff out of the way since I was eighteen and I just didn’t care. I wanted to prove that it didn’t happen, that I could be real, in the Muggle world.” Letting out a bitter chuckle she forced herself to smile “I did it for a year, then curiosity got the best of me. I have the address of my grandmother from my father’s side, had it for a while but I didn’t go. I want to know, but I think it’s like opening Pandora’s box.”
“So she’s in Japan? That’s why you want me to go with you?”
Shaking her head, she leaned closer to him “No, I want you to go with me because after Japan I will do it. But I need something before it, something good, someone who won’t ask questions or judge. So what do you say, yes or no?” he bit down on his bottom lip, chewing on it nervously, Scarlett grabbing him by the jaw, getting a good look at it “What’s up with this glow up of yours?”
“What?” he pulled away confused.
“You were alright before, but it looks like the last years really did something good for you.”
“Is this your idea of a compliment?”
Throwing her head back she laughed “Yes, glow up is a good thing. You didn’t answer me though, stop evading it, if it’s a no, it’s fine.”
Scrunching his nose, he spoke softly “You also didn’t answer me. Are we still friends?”
She nodded “Yes, though I’m shit at it.”
Phil blinked a few times, not taking his eyes off her, but not giving her an answer either. He missed her, that he knew, it was what he had felt since the end of his sixth year when it was the last time they were face to face, saying their goodbyes at the train station in London.
Japan sounded divine, it would be a wish come true and also a chance for them to reconnect. For her to speak about what’s truly troubling her and maybe for him to also tell her what he’s been keeping hidden all those years. But it also meant it could go south fast, that they would have fun like they used to back in school and then she would run off once more.
But if he said no, it could very well be the last time she actually reached out to him. He knew her pride and spite would prevent her from getting closer ever again.
Extending his arms out, he pulled her into a hug, a sigh leaving his chest as he held her close “I’ll take this chance, I’ll go with you to Japan.”
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do you listen to music when you work on art? if you do, do you listen to stuff that matches the vibe of what you're working on, or just whatever you feel like listening to? the atmosphere of your pieces go hard. they're really immersive and makes me feel instead of just "see," if that makes any sense. artists can nail technical stuff like anatomy, color theory, perspective, and whatever, but the way you combine everything is next-level. beyond just being skilled like "this looks good," your work really pulls you into the mood/message. i zoom into your art and get lost in the sauce. love your work so much <3
For starters this is like such a huge compliment, thank you!<3
Funny enough I just got done throwing a fit over my headphones dying right before I could start on request.
I really know nothing about music, so I just listen to whatever tickles my brain on repeat most of the time. So warning on whatever I say because I've been told my taste sucks…
But I listen to vibes I associate with the character I'm working on. Though this process is pure projection on my part, seeing a lot of the music is stuff I already listen to… Some examples like:
For Leander, I put on Shayfer James, if we're being more specific "For the Departed"… And if the piece calls for some Leander silly bitch mode, we throw in some musical theater "Trust Me" from Devil's Carnival (Note: We are a BIT conflicted about this one nowadays, but surface level it works…) then to fill the air a dash of instrumental from The Last Werewolf… When it comes to Ais it's straight Mother Mother.
We might also throw personal songs in the mix to keep my brain stimulated, so we juggle through Mitski and Dirt Poor Robins here and there.
Also, bless ya'll who make TS playlists! Forgive me my memory is shit, but whoever put Talia and Leander together you have my whole fucking heart!!!
I also make a playlist for different OCs and play it when I'm working on them (I'm still in the process of getting Noble's up and running, but I have one for my other two MCs. which has some of the same songs in both because they're story intertwine in some ways. I could honestly ramble just about the thought process behind the playlist, but I should probably save that idea for the 29th or something because I'm not even sure if that would be interesting to read.)
But yeah, that's the Hibiscus/Ak music ramble… A while back I had to make a bio for my school art portfolio and threw in that I wanted to make sure every picture told a story... Music definitely plays a part in the process, I don't know how big or small a part but it's definitely a part^^;
#thank you again... honestly!!#idk if anyone would ever want to hear me ramble about my whole art process-#but if you'd think that would be interesting to hear I promise I won't shut up lol
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Starting life in Hawkins
Premise - After the tragic death of your mom, you and your dad are forced to move to make ends meet. With Hawkins being your new home, knowing no one isn't always a bad thing. You don't know who you might meet.
Pairing - Eddie Munson x (f) reader
Warnings - eighteen+ content, mention of drugs, strong language.
Word Count - 800+
Chapter 1
After the death of my mom, my dad lost his job and the bank took back our family home. After this the only place we could afford to live was a town called Hawkins in a trailer park.
I tried my best to comfort my dad but the grief was taking a hold of him and I spent a lot of time on my own in a mold ridden, leaky trailer.
Every day my dad would do overtime at the local plant, keeping himself as busy as he could so he was not overcome by darkness. I couldn’t blame him, he had lost the love of his life.
When he wasn’t working he was drowning his sorrows at the local bar.
To keep myself occupied during the summer, I started working at a gas station. It was the dullest thing I had done in my life. I wanted to be outside exploring or just anywhere else to be perfectly honest.
The gas station had its regular customers but they were creatures of habit. Only ever coming in on certain days of the week, otherwise it was like a morgue. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Most days I would just be sitting behind the desk, headphones on, listening to old mixtapes on my walkman.
On what I thought was going to be a normal Saturday, the last Saturday before I was due to start my new high school for the start of the school year, a van skidded to a halt. I recognised the van, it was from a few trailers down from mine. The music was so loud, I could see the windows of the van shaking. The ignition was turned off and a guy jumped out. He was tall with long, shaggy dark curly hair. He wore tight skin black jeans, white high top reeboks, a denim jacket and from what I could see a white top with a devil on.
He oozed coolness. I was in awe of him. He looked so confident and so sure of himself. Walking across the forecourt with a slight spring in his step.
Oh shit, did he just catch me staring at him with my mouth open? A smile spread across his face as he entered the store. I quickly made it look like I was yawning and pretended to shuffle some papers around to make myself look busy.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he browsed the aisles. Did he keep looking up at me? Nah, couldn’t be, must be my imagination.
He slowly swaggered over to the counter. My palms got really sweaty. I had never felt like this about someone, let alone a stranger.
“Afternoon sweetheart, I’ll take these slim jims and a pack of marlboro reds.” I blushed and turned to the cigarette wall to grab them. I scrunch my face up and told myself to breath and just chill.
When I turned back around, his grin had gotten bigger, his elbows rested on the counter, with his chin on his hand and he was staring with his big brown doe eyes, straight into my soul. We just stood and stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. “Good music taste” he said finally breaking the silence. My walkman was still playing and the sound was traveling out of my headphones around my neck. “Is that Black Sabbath? The Mob Rules?” he asks.
“Err yeah, you know it?” He laughs, stands up straight and starts singing at the top of his lungs. I start giggling “so you do know it then. My mom used to love them”
“Used to?” He questions.
“Err, yeah, she passed suddenly last year..” I trail off. Way to bring down a mood.
He looks at me with compassion but also like he had been through similar sadness. “Fucking great taste in music she had then. Obviously you take after her.”
I read his shirt - Hellfire. “So Hellfire, is that you band?”
“Oh no sweetcheeks, I’m the dungeon master in the Hellfire Club. We are the official D&D club at Hawkins High. My band is called Corroded Coffins. We play every Tuesday at The Hideout. You should come along sometime.” His grin gets even bigger, I could tell he had a passion for his band.
He winked, placed his money on the counter and turned to leave. “I’m Eddie by the way. Its been a pleasure.” He gave a slight bow as he made his exit.
I shout after him, “Yeah, see you around”.
I watch as he gets into his van, start up the engine and winds down the window. He fiddles around with his stereo. All of a sudden a wave of music can be heard. Black Sabbath. I start to laugh to myself. Eddie hangs out of the window singing his heart out again, looks at me, winks and drives off.
From that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I had a massive crush on a boy I had only just met. Were we ever going to see each other again?
**NEXT CHAPTER HAS BEEN POSTED**
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