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tastesousweet · 12 days

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⭒ blurb : calling hamzah your “friend”

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : headcannons/blurb based on the tiktok trend of calling your partner “friend”

mickey speaks : since ppl really liked my first lil blurb imma just play out all my tt fantasies with our fake bf :D also pls send me any hamzah reqs my brain is very empty lmfao!!!!

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you prop your phone up against the vase of flowers on your dining room table, capturing both you and hamzah in frame.

“guysss!! look my friend brought me takeout hibachi for dinner tonight!” you squeal and lift the styrofoam box to show off your meal.

hamzah doesn’t catch it the first time, he’s honestly tweaking because he stopped to get you both dinner right after the gym.

he feels starved but maintains composure and a smile for your tiktok bit

“i just got the basic fried rice, veggies, and chicken. i think my friend got the same, hamzah what’d you get?”

his eyebrows pinch in confusion for a second, “uh yeah, i got the same as you.”

“okay first bites! i’ll have my friend go first” you can’t help but smile when you grab the phone and start to record hamzah, but he’s paused holding his fork in the air.

“why do you keep saying that?” he softly asks through a laugh.

“what?”

“callin’ me your friend?”

“are we not friends...?" "i mean yeah sure but like not just that?" "you're confusing me, just take your bite please we’re gonna run out of time on this”

he nods his head compliantly and exaggerates a hum of “mmm!” after his bite before taking your phone to film yours.

“okay friend, your turn!” he loudly mocks with a wide grin.

you try not to laugh while taking a bite yourself

“it's actually so good, i needed this right now.”

you now record the both of you, “okay my friend and i are gonna finish this and then we’ll be back with more bestie activities!”

as soon as you say 'friend' again hamzah leaves the frame to chuckle through the amount of food in his mouth.

“right, best friend?” you urge some more

he swallows and pettily glances from side to side, “where's the best friend at???”

“okay he’s trippin’ but we’ll be back”

you're both in your bathroom now, hamzah reads over the packaging of two sheet face masks while you pull your hair away from your face with a fuzzy cat-eared headband.

"'kay, now we're gonna do these face masks together, because hamzah’s such a good friend!” you hold and rub his arm.

he puffs his lips and closes his eyes in defeat while shaking his head, “stop,” he looks down at you, noticing your headband, “that’s cute,” he flicks one of the cat ears on your headband.

“you look like one of those get ready with me girls; you'd be like,” he mockingly pretends to push his hair back, “‘get ready with me to lie on the internet!’”

you laugh with him and add to the joke as well, "get ready with me to kill my boy-friend! my friend!" your eyes widen and you try hide the embarrassment.

hamzah quite literally points and laughs, "look at you! even you know you're a damn lie! girl, get outta here!"

cuts to a clip where it’s just hamzah talking to your phone as he shifts the mask around on his face, “i don’t even know if i’m doin’ this right, bruh.” he looks into the camera, “oh hell nah, i look crazy!”

“it feels so weird…” he taps at the slick, cold mask some more before coming close to the camera again, “guys im having a fucking identity crisis. why’s my girlfriend gaslighting me right now?"

“like, i didn’t even know that girls knew how to do that…comment down below right now and give me tips on how to understand women.”

“okay i found one, look how cute!” you’re back and holding another fuzzy headband with a bow in the middle.

hamzah laughs, “i love you, but im not wearing that.”

in the next clip of course he’s wearing it, “aw don't we look so cute?”

finally cuts to a clip of you later that night throwing yourself next to him in bed and flipping the camera to record him as he plays candy crush, curled under the comforter. “hi babbyyyyy! i was joking about the friend thing i know you’re my boyfriend.”

“i know you know i’m your boyfriend,” he distractedly mumbles, laying on his side while continuing to move his thumb around his phone screen.

you flip the camera once more as you wrap an arm around him and squish your face on top of his hooded head. he looks into the camera and smirks to himself when he sees your sweet face.

he sticks his tongue out obnoxiously, yells “goodnight vlog!!!” and covers your phone's camera with his hand forcing a loud cackle out of you.

#theyre so cutie #hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzah x y/n #hamzah x reader #hamzahthefantastic #hamzah #thatmartinkid #slushy noobz #slushynoobz #slushy virus #slushy noobz virus

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 11 months

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Hii, I love your works, could I req bill Kaulitz x male reader dating hcs?

(Hello! Thank you for loving my works and sure! I hope you enjoy!)

Bill Kaulitz x Male!Reader

I think he would be the same in any type of relationship

It's not about looks or gender to him, it's about connection

You guys were in the making for years at this point

He believes in love at first sight, so when he saw you he knew something, but it still took a while

Especially if he didn't know if you liked guys or if you even liked him

You're probably in a band or in Tokio Hotel and were childhood friends

Friends-crushes-lovers

There was a lot of pining and obliviousness at first with you two

Those stages took a long time but it was all worth it I would say

He likes to lay on you for some reason

Just his head on your chest makes him feel tired and relaxed

Especially after a long day of you guys touring

But he also likes you sitting between his legs, like you're on the ground and he's sitting behind you on the couch

Messed with your hair on the daily, short or long

Makes you match nails with him, but it's so relaxing as he paints your nails

His concentrated face is just- omg

It's just a given that came with dating him

He loves any tattoos you have

Probably colored them in with paint pens a good amount of times

I feel like he has a thing for hands

Not a sexual thing

Just your hands, holding them, playing with your fingers or if you play a guitar or instrument and watching your hands moving around

Especially if you wear rings

He doesn't mind any style you have but would like to match

He lets you do his nails as long as you don't mess them up

His makeup takes some time and his hair too so if you mess it up he will never let you do it again

He does help you style your own hair if you do though

You guys match but when you're not matching you're either wearing his rings, a jacket he has or he has stolen lots of your crap like jackets, jewelry you like

Gets you things that remind him of you when he's out

He's absolutely infatuated with you

Has just held your face in his hands and just wondered how a man could be so perfect oh my god

Loves hand holding so much and messing with your fingers once again

Kiss his jaw or kiss his forehead

He is just gonna be stunned for a moment but just watch that smile grow

Watches you on stage all the time it's hard to take his eyes off you

You guys are always around each other and if you're not the other is following or you guys are mad at each other

Hates arguing and hates being mad at you

But somehow you guys, even when mad at each other, refuse to leave the other alone

The meme of two people arguing but sitting back to back and holding hands because one doesn't like arguing is you guys 1000%

He will just speak so freely about you in interviews or videos

He is not ashamed to be dating you but a proud and loving boyfriend

Is okay with PDA, like hugs and kisses but the more intimate stuff is hidden behind closed doors

Not that he's ashamed to be dating a guy, he's not, he just would rather have a more private relationship

Because even if he is famous he doesn't get a lot of that since he was a kid and he just really values it

Likes when you have a arm thrown over his shoulder, hug him from behind or mess with his hair when it's not styled

Hug him from behind, put your head on his shoulder and it's just so amazing

Especially because he knows it's always you

He hates when people talk down on your relationship just because you both are guys

He doesn't stand for homophobia and would proudly kiss you in front of them

Paparazzi has caught you guys kissing a bunch in photos, he is not ashamed and kissed you again after he saw the camera over your shoulder

He's so in love it's insane

You just make him so happy

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x male reader #x male reader #male #male reader

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journey-to-the-attic · 13 days

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3rd anni req 14: mammon, belphie / nap

ao3 link

note: i couldn't think of how to actively describe a nap happening for a sufficient amount of words, so this is mostly prelude to a nap, but it does happen in the end! requested by @soramcduckahyucky - hope this is to your liking!

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It isn’t that I didn’t feel the lack of sleep catching up to me, but I didn’t realise it was this obvious. I stare hard into the mirror for a moment, then sigh. All those sleepless hours are making themselves very apparent under my eyes. Nothing I can do about that right now...

“Are you done yet?” Belphie calls from behind the door. “Everything's gonna close if you go any slower.”

“Hang on!” I splash my face with a little cold water, hoping it'll help somehow. “It’s not that late yet. And there’s always tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but all the good stuff’ll be gone then.”

I pat my face dry and finally emerge from the bathroom. “There’s this cool thing called restocking.”

“Psh,” He mutters, as he always does when doesn’t have a clever rebuttal. “Anyway, bring a coat, it’s chilly.”

I didn’t pack one this morning, but I think I left one in the wardrobe. I swing the door open and stare at it for a moment. Then, all of a sudden, a wave of fatigue practically hits me in the face. I have to go outside. I have to walk around. I have to think about everything in the shops.

“...you feeling okay?” Belphie asks, as if from a great distance away. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

When I fail to respond for about ten seconds - only able to manage a small, confused noise - he gets up and shuts the wardrobe door for me. Then he makes me look up to face him.

After a moment, he sighs. “Yeah, forget about that. You're taking a break. Right now. No arguing.”

“Break from what? Wait, the market…”

“We’ll check it out another time. It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs off his own outside coat, then starts shooing me to my bed. “Come on. Get comfy.”

“I don’t wanna,” I grumble, attempting to duck out of the way, but only succeeding in walking into his arm. “I can’t sleep now. It’s too early.”

“You can sleep whenever you like, actually.” He pauses, then sighs. “Alright, fine. Let’s go to the observatory.”

“Huh, not going out anymore?” Asmo asks as we pass him in the hall. “Ooh, darling, how about we—”

“Busy,” Belphie announces, and makes an oddly specific hand signal at him. “Can’t stop.”

Asmo had looked offended at first, but as soon as Belphie did the hand thing, his expression melted into something more understanding. He nods, and skips back on his way down the hall without any more protest.

What’s that about? ...I can't be bothered to think about it...

The music room is empty, but - unusually - the piano cover’s up. I wonder if Lucifer’s been practising.

Belphie makes a beeline to the observatory mattress, and flops straight down. He’s very eager for a lie-down, for someone who’d been ready to go out barely five minutes ago. That’s just typical Belphie.

“School been rough or something?” He asks, eyes already shut.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staying up too much,” He says, opening his eyes again and gesturing for me to lie down as well. “What’s up? Any bullies we need to beat up?”

“Don’t be silly.” I wrench the blanket out from under him and begrudgingly let him have a half when he makes grabby hands for it. “There isn’t anything wrong. It’s just… stuff.”

“Stuff?”

I shrug and flop back as well. It’s not easy to put into words. I haven’t exactly been over-stressed, or over-worked… at least, I don’t think I have. It just always feels like there’s more to do than go to sleep. Like watch a video about ducks, or trawl through a mostly tangential chain of wiki pages.

“...I get it,” Belphie says after a moment, reaching over to tap me supportively on the arm. “Sounds to me like you need a do-nothing day.”

“There ya are.”

Belphie and I lift our heads almost in tandem as Mammon sidles through the curtain between the music room and observatory. Belphie glances down at me and pulls an exaggerated face.

“What d’you want?” He asks with well-practised faux grumpiness.

“Asmo said— well, doesn’t matter. Any room for me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Scoot up.”

“Get your own spot,” Belphie grumbles, but does so anyway. “...I’m not sharing the blanket with you.”

“Whatever,” Mammon says, and yanks a corner for himself. Belphie clearly can’t be bothered to fight it. “So what’re we doing?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s boring.”

“That’s the point.”

“Do you hear that?” I interrupt. They both go quiet.

There’s very faint shouting from upstairs. And it's definitely Lucifer's,

“Sounds like someone’s in trouble,” Belphie comments, sounding mostly pleased about it. “And it isn’t Mammon for once. I'm impressed.”

“Oi!”

I move to get up. “I’m gonna check it ou—”

“Oh, c’mon. Whoever it is, they can handle it.” Faster than I have time to react to, his arm comes down like a seatbelt. “We’re taking a break. Look at the stars.”

“...fine.” I don’t know if I have the energy to make the trip upstairs, anyway.

The stars are as pretty as always. I trace the constellations with my eyes, trying to remember them all by name. Therapeutic and methodical, like counting sheep…

Mammon huffs. He’s started kicking his legs restlessly in the air.

Finally, he opens his mouth and takes a deep breath. Belphie makes a warning sound - he pauses, then starts at a volume probably much lower than he was intending to use, “Are we really just gonna lay here all day?”

“No one said you had to come,” Belphie retorts. “You can go do whatever you like.”

Funnily enough, Mammon doesn’t take him up on his invitation. “...nothin’ at all? Come on, we can’t even play a few games?”

“Fine,” Belphie relents. “I spy with my little eye… a big idiot who’s ruining the quiet.”

“Then I spy someone who needs a good whoopin—"

“Quit it,” I groan, though it’s hard to avoid a laugh. “We’re having a nice lie-down here.”

“Sorry,” mumbles Mammon begrudgingly.

“I’m not,” Belphie adds. Mammon makes a loud scoffing noise, but doesn’t attempt to retaliate.

Merciful quiet for a while. I feel my blinks getting longer and longer.

Eventually, Mammon cranes his neck up and glances down at me. He laughs quietly. “Hey, sleepyhead. Don’t need another blanket or nothin’?”

“Nah, I’m alright."

I can tell by the lack of movement on my other side (and the quiet snoring) that Belphie’s already dropped off. Mammon lifts his head again and glances over at him as well. “...I’m practically hangin’ off the edge here. Shove him over a bit.”

I look at him a little incredulously, but give it a go anyway. As suspected, sleeping Belphie seems to way about a ton more than he usually does - and I can't usually move him when he's awake, anyway.

Mammon huffs. “You’ll just have to squish up, then. Else I'm gonna fall off."

I imagine this is what the remote feels like when it gets stuck between the sofa cushions. I’m a little grateful for the sparse blanket now, though - at least I won’t overheat.

Mammon stretches his arms straight up and leaves them in air, as if reaching for the skies. After a moment, I copy him. The light of the stars behind them make my hands look like shadows.

I make a pair of dog heads. Mammon decides to do the same with one of his own hands, then motions for me to hold mine either side of it.

“Cerberus,” He announces, and we share a slightly muted giggle.

I can’t think of any more shadow puppets to make now. Without much else to do, I start hitting his hands about in mid-air instead. Mammon lets this happen for a little while, then very promptly wins the one-sided match by catching both of my hands in one swoop.

Belphie mutters something in his sleep and shifts, yanking most of the blanket to himself. Mammon catches the edge just before it can leave his range entirely and attempts to wrestle his portion back - but Belphie holds fast, so he settles for draping what little he’s recovered over me instead.

“Maybe you need another blanket,” I tell him.

“I’ll manage,” He dismisses, suppressing a yawn into his hand. “...man. Now I’m gettin’ all sleepy, too.”

“Belphie’s got the right idea.” I look over just in time to see a small smile cross his slumbering face, as if he heard, somehow.

"Might as well join him." Mammon stretches one more time before fully relaxing - he practically melts into the mattress. “We need to get your energy up, anyway. I hear Diavolo’s got somethin’ big planned this week.”

“Should we be worried about that?”

“...hmm. Maybe. That’s a tomorrow problem, though.” He yawns again and shuts his eyes. “Get some shut-eye, kiddo. I reckon ya need it.”

I murmur in agreement and close my eyes. Belphie makes another muffled sound - this one sounds approving. I wonder what he’s dreaming about.

We should do this kind of thing more often. I close my eyes and drift off.

#3rd anni event #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #jtta ik #writing #soramcduckahyucky

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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AUATRSHUKDD I <3 YOUR WRITING!!!

could I pls req ice w hurt comfort? like 4 reader?

THANKU

join top gun night!

You're not sure anything hurts worse than a paper cut. You think you'd rather get a bullet to the chest than the slit that currently runs up your knuckle, blood oozing out in copious amounts.

"Shit," You breathe, dropping the envelope you'd just torn open. It lands on the table with an unceremonious smack, a bill yet to be paid laying inside.

At first, Tom thinks you're just upset about the price. You'd run up the A/C more than usual this month, but it's nothing you can't handle, which is why he's especially worried when you scurry off to the bathroom.

"Babe?" He calls after you, newspaper in hand. When you don't answer and he hears the rattling of metal inside the medicine cabinet, he tosses the paper aside, steps quick on the path to the bathroom.

He finds you hunched over the sink, water running red as it flows off of your hand. His eyes widen and he rushes for a band-aid, seeing an open one on the counter.

He peels off the wax strips over the stickers, "What happened?"

"Papercut," You rasp, voice thick with displeasure as the cut burns your nerves, "And I thought the triple digits were gonna be the worst thing about that bill."

He lets out a chuckle, if only to make you feel better about the searing pain in your hand. In reality the situation is far-from-funny, and his fingers shake as he holds the bandage ready for you.

"Dry it off," He instructs, handing you the towel. His face is pinched into a slight frown and he watches you intently as you press the towel to your finger, eyes locked on the line of red that immediately reappears when the towel is gone.

"Hurry," You urge as he wraps your cut, conscious of how tight he curls the bandage around your finger. He makes sure it doesn't turn colors, but the band-aid does as your blood seeps right through the pad and trickles down your finger again.

"Damn," You breathe, but Tom beats you to the towel. He holds pressure to your wound, finally glancing up at your face when he has a secure hold on your finger.

His eyes rove your features, locking onto your own and noticing unshed tears lining them. He clicks his tongue off of the roof of his mouth, reaching up with his free hand to brush his knuckle against your waterline.

"I'm sorry, honey." He murmurs, voice soft and sweet. It's heart-warming to hear such a sappy tone from Tom, though it's not like he's ever directed anything particularly brash at you. He pulls your hand up by the grip he's got on your finger, aiming your knuckles at his face and puckering his lips to press a kiss to the peaks.

It's comforting, and diverts your attention from the pain in your finger. His grip is firm but gentle, and the dull ache left behind by the papercut ebbs away as he replaces it with butterflies in your stomach. His lips are soft, because you've told him that if they ever get too chapped, you won't kiss him. He gets teased for applying chapstick in the locker rooms but you remind him Maverick doesn't even have a girlfriend to kiss, so he shouldn't rely too heavily on the man's opinions.

As fantastic as they feel on your hand, they feel even better on your own lips. He steps closer to you in the cramped bathroom, tile biting into his bare feet with a cold chill that runs through his veins. The soft press of your lips against his restores the warmth, though, and his hand on your waist provides you with the same comfort. It's a soft, sweet, sappy kiss, and your eyes drift shut with serenity.

It's moments like this that remind you you want to marry Tom. And you will, if the little box in his dresser you'd stumbled upon only days prior meant anything. Something giddy pushes at your chest, expanding your heart until it's bursting out of your chest. It prompts you to flutter your eyes open, and a soft puff of air from your nose makes Tom do the same.

He smiles at you, close-lipped and dreamy. You peck his grin once more for good measure, and only then realize that he's still holding your papercut.

You pry the towel off of your hand, peeling the old, soiled bandage off and tossing it into the garbage. You glance down at your now-clotted cut, no longer spouting fresh blood, only caked in dried rust-colored stains.

"You cured me," You laugh softly, an exhale from your dewy lips, "If this pilot thing doesn't work out, you should be a doctor on base."

"I can't go around kissing all of my patients," He reasons with a smile, unwrapping another bandage, "Besides, I think that means I'd have to see Goose about twelve more times a day than I do now."

"You like Goose," You remind him, fondness in your chest for the jovial man, "You wouldn't mind."

"I would if I had to kiss him," Tom sticks the new bandage on with a proud pat to the seam, "Too much mustache for my taste."

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sawyerconfort · 9 months

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hi! saw that ur reqs r open and ur gonna write for mallory! so yay for that!! but i would like to req a fic with misty from your prompts 1 & 3 (bcuz i feel like those r something she would say) thank u! have a good day!<3

YAY! Thank you anon!

Oh my, the cuteness of this request!

Misty deserves all the love!

Let's do it then!

Enjoy!

Requests open (for any fandom i write for)!

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1. “you smell really nice." 3. “i think i’m falling for you.”

(look at her she's literally a baby ugh)

For days, you waited to speak with her. For weeks. For months. For years. Misty would never come back from the nightmare of losing herself in her personal hell and that was one of the worst things you could ever witness in your entire life.

Then came that boy. That tall, intimidating, powerful blond boy. And he brought her back like magic, like it was nothing. He did something you've been looking to do for many years, and would have done, if you had enough magic and knowledge to find the right way.

As much as you wanted to hug her, touch her, kiss her, you had a high amount of common sense that still spoke louder in your brain, and it made you want to wait for the moment when she was feeling better to approach.

Misty hadn't even returned twenty-four hours from her personal hell when Cordelia appeared at your bedroom door, after a catastrophic episode in which she nearly died, and her eyes looked more loving than ever when they looked into your face.

"(Y\N)?", she called you, affectionately. "Misty wants to talk to you."

"Me?" you frowned, getting up. Cordelia shrugged, and as her expression was calm and light, you thought with relief that it couldn't be anything serious. Cordelia walked you to her room, which is where Misty was, and then stopped in the doorway, waiting for you to come in to leave you alone.

And she was there, sitting, still, with her back to you. When she heard your footsteps, Misty turned her head and smiled, her eyes closed, giving you room on the bed. You smiled back and felt her whole body light up with joy and gratitude for that moment.

"I missed ya", was the first thing she said to you. The thing that looked like it came out of a dream. The thing that made your heart lose control and race wildly.

"Me… me too…", you whispered, still catching your breath. "You can't even imagine how much."

"I think I can figure it out…", she laughed, and then her arms pulled you into a hug so hot and so sweet you never wanted to break, not even in an emergency. "Ya smell really nice, (Y\N)", she said, again, making your heartbeat drop.

"You… you too…", you whispered, laughing, trying not to stutter.

She smiled and seemed not to mind your nervousness. Misty just wanted to be able to, honestly, be with you again. That was definitely the most important part for her. Misty didn't break the embrace, and only made it last longer, smelling you pleasantly for a while longer.

"I don't say just because of the perfume, because… I acquired a new gift of being able to smell people… their soul. And ya soul is good, (Y\N), there's nothing bad inside from ya…"

You laughed, you missed her daydreams, and honestly, you didn't even care about their veracity. Just knowing that Misty was still your Misty was comforting enough.

"But there's one thing… One thing I need to tell ya, and I planned to tell ya before, before the Seven Wonders happened and all that…", she whispered, breaking away from the hug and looking into your eyes. "There's something that haunts and intrigues me, and I think ya need to know…"

"You can tell me anything, whatever it is. You know that, Misty…"

"The thing is, (Y\N)… I think I'm falling for ya."

You were too impressed to say anything, and your heart, which had already calmed down, raced again. You looked at her and frowned in disbelief, but not upset or scared.

"Oh, I mean, uh…" Misty stammered for the first time, feeling like she has messed up with everything. "(Y\N), I…"

"Me too."

It was the only thing you said before kissing Misty with all your love and feeling for her, whether it was on impulse or not. And having her reciprocate was a surprise that warmed your heart. When you pulled away from her, Misty's little eyes were opening and twinkling, and she looked up at you with a warm little smile.

"Ya were saying?" she whispered playfully as you smiled.

"I was just saying that I'm falling for you too," you replied in the same tone, still smiling. "And that… maybe, just maybe, I'd like to kiss you again…"

Misty cupped your face in both hands and nodded.

"I really hope this is my personal heaven," you could hear her whispering to herself as she kissed you again, as the world collapsed around you, too busy to even pay attention.

#lgbt #romance #oneshot #fluff #ahs x reader #american horror story #misty day #misty day x reader #lily rabe x reader #god i love misty #she's so me coded #my wife #i'm back officially yay

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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SWEET!

➳ request: hello! may i req a scenario of s/o baking and having isshiki do a taste test? thank you

➳ character/s: isshiki satoshi

➳ warnings: swearing, fluff, hand holding, me shoving australian things into as many fics as possible (lamingtons)

➳ word count: 0.7k

➳ notes: sorry for the waittt, i’ve just finished up year 12 (final year of school) and have been PROCRASTINATING. idk what this is, i was inspired and just wrote shit down

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

you and isshiki had very different cooking styles. which actually made for a really nice home situation, because isshiki could cook all the savoury dishes, and you got to make desserts and such. although, you seemed to be most popular for your pastries.

on the night of the moon festival, you found no problems with passing, but... the worst part was figuring out what to sell. thankfully, your loving boyfriend was willing to be your taste-tester. and possible garbage can.

“what are you gonna do for the moon festival?” isshiki asked, draping an arm over your shoulders as you skimmed over your notebook full of recipes you’d curated over the years. subconsciously, you leaned into him as you sighed, finding it hard to narrow down any recipes.

“i’m gonna have a selection of baked goods, but i can’t for the life of me decide on which ones. they’ve all done really well whenever i’ve shared them with the dorm,” you explained, closing your notebook and dropping your pen on top of the cover.

“guess you’ll have to do them all, huh?”

“noooo, that’ll take me a fucking millennia. i want to at least get 10 recipes so that i have enough variation to appeal to a larger audience.” reopening your book, you scanned over the pages, mentally keeping track of any similar ingredients that would save you space and any recipes that could be easily mass produced.

“maybe try recipes from other cultures? people could find japanese pastries pretty much anywhere, you could save them the flight if you had them available,” he suggested, gently rubbing your arm with his thumb.

“yeah, that could work actually,” you replied, flicking through the notebook to find the international recipes you had written down. “i think i’ll just make all the recipes i have that are international and see how it goes from there...”

“sweet!”

you paused at isshiki’s response, frowning as his grin grew tenfold. “never make that pun again.”

“nah.”

following you down to the kitchen, he watched as you began to make large mounds of dough and a frankly ridiculous amount of bowls filled with different batter. his curious eyes watched as you poured all the mixture into the various pans you’d bought, but he made his move when he saw you head to the sink with the bowls.

“isshiki?” you glanced at his hand that laid on your shoulder before it trailed down to grab your hand. in your distracted state, he took the bowls from you and returned to his place by one of the kitchen counters, dipping his finger into one of them and licking the batter off.

“let me lick the bowl.”

you chuckled at his childish behaviour before nodding and pushing the mountain of bowls his way. “have at it, though i worry you’ll be full from batter and have no room for the actual treats.”

isshiki pressed his lips to a thin line as he pondered your concerns. “what’s gonna be the first thing ready?”

“probably lamingtons.”

“...it’s ok, i’ll make room.”

as you continued to whip up a whirlwind of sweet treats, isshiki saved you a lot of time with cleaning, as a lot of the batter from the bowls he could manage were almost void of batter in the first place. the only thing you really had to wash off was his spit. gross.

“lamingtons are done, my love,” you said, sliding a plate his way. he visibly perked up as he looked at the sponge cake covered in the chocolate glaze and shredded coconut. as he took a bite, you watched with anticipation, biting your lip as you watched the seventh seat taste your food.

“it’s so soft...” he mumbled, squishing the sponge cake slightly. “have you had one yet?”

“no, not yet, but i will in a mome-” isshiki promptly cut you off by pulling you in for a kiss, the remnants of your creation playing on his lips. “i could’ve just gotten one myself,” you said, ignoring the heat that rose to your cheeks at his boldness.

“but it’s not as fun, besides, you’ve been ignoring me for hours to bake. i deserve some attention,” isshiki pouted. “take a break!”

“i would, but i have a strawberry and macadamia costata coming out of the oven in 3, 2, 1.” when you stopped counting, the alarm you were expecting rang through the kitchen.

“after this one?” isshiki whined, following you to the oven.

“nope, got more stuff coming out of the ovens soon.”

“ugh... stupid baking and stealing my partner’s attention from me.”

#shokugeki no soma #food wars #isshiki satoshi #shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #isshiki satoshi x reader #shokugeki no soma imagines #food wars imagines #isshiki satoshi imagines

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delicrieux · 3 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.

looking hot, her message read.

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse social media au #corpse husband fanfic #social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #corpse husband fic #reader #xreader #imagine #imagines #myso #make you say oh

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taegyuun · 3 years

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sooo ik reqs are closed rn but i was wondering what it'll be like to have an argument with enha? sorry idk a better hc writer so im sending to u 😭😭 anyway u can ignore this !! hope ur having a great day !! <3

genre: angst? idk, fluff

warnings: swearing

pairing: enhypen x reader

word count: 690+

notes: i know i said requests are closed but i’ve actually had this in mind and i was meant to do but i just never got around to this so.... also if i sound kinda repetitive in this then i’m sorry but i’m pretty bad at writing angst and thank you so much i appreciate it a lot !! also sorry if it doesn’t make sense i wrote this in my geo class LOL

♡ — LEE HEESEUNG

they wouldn’t happen too often but

when they do they’re were like middle ground?

i think it wouldnt be too bad but it also wouldn’t be great

he doesn’t like arguing so he’d make sure that if it was his fault to apologise as quickly as possible

and if it was your fault he’d try and stop the argument as soon as possible and make you realise what you’ve done/said

doesn’t raise his voice a lot

stays more quiet but if it gets really bad his voice can go up a lil

rest of the boys under the cut !

♡ — JAY PARK

stupid little arguments that are more jokes happen very often but they’re more like i said jokes

when it gets down to the real thing they’re not very fun-

jay probably has the worst temper out of all of them but hes pretty good at controlling it

but sometimes you say the wrong thing or just tick him off for an incredible amount of time - he might just y’know crack

probably raises his voice even tho he doesn’t want to

definitely takes quite some time to apologies but he probably needs time to himself to realise what he’s done

makes it up to you really well tho

♡ — JAKE SIM

hates hates hates arguing the most out of all of them

literally cant take it

him and sunoo are probably the clingiest in my opinion so arguing for them would be the worst

but arguments between you two probably started bc he got jealous-

idk he gives me kinda doesn’t-know-how-to-control-his-jealousy vibes

he might raise his voice but the second he realised that he did he will instantly quieten down especially if you got scared - probably runs over to you too and hugs you and calms you down

tries to end the argument quickly and apologies the second it’s over - same with jay hes really good at making it up

♡ — PARK SUNGHOON

like i said in my sunghoon as bf

he’d give you the silent treatment

but i’ve also read on someone’s post- i don’t remember whos blog it was but it was about the astrology sign and how they’d argue- that he would hate losing an argument and honestly i see that

he’d probably get even more annoyed if he didn’t win it ig

stays calm tho

i don’t see him as a type to raise his voice except when he’s stressed

he probably gets intimidating and might accidentally hurt your feelings but it’s not his intention-

takes a while to apologies

♡ — KIM SUNOO

i don’t see him as the type to argue

i cant even really think of a reason for him to argue with you

like i’m genuinely stuck

so i’m gonna say that hes gonna argue with you when your hurt his feelings or hes stressed

hes not one to take out his emotions on you but if you somehow hurt his feelings then he might

probably really sassy while arguing

accidentally hurts your feelings but apologises straight away

idk i just don’t see him getting into arguments y’know

♡ — YANG JUNGWON

has the best temper and never gets angry with you

but bc of that i also feel like when arguments happen they’re really bad-

or they’re nothing crazy

with jungwon i really don’t know bc it’s either really bad arguments bc they barely ever happen and that’s the only time you actually say everything at once

or they’re minor and over and done with in like 2 mins bc he hates arguing with you and is very understanding

so i think for him you can decide what you think suits him the most

but anyway for both instances he apologies to you quickly and makes sure you’re alright

♡ — NISHIMURA RIKI

stubborn

idk why he just gives me those vibes

hates losing arguments and probably is quite good at them

but he also doesn’t like arguing with you

might also give you the silent treatment if you piss him off enoigh

but bc he’s still young i don’t think arguments would be very bad or at least wouldn’t happen too often

he just loves you too much to ever let them happen

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volleychumps · 4 years

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hello!!!!! could i req some kuroo, akaashi and iwaizumi hcs of how they met an extroverted and bubbly girl and how they fell for them?

Falling for S/O who’s Extroverted and Bubbly w/ Kuroo, Akaashi, and Iwaizumi

Kuroo

- “How are you so tall? Do you work out? Wow! You’re jump is so high!!” “uh…”

-literally has never met someone with such shiny eyes eVER

-wait why was there a new face in practice in the first place

-stares at you in bewilderment for a good solid second as you bounce up and down on the balls of your feet, eyes gleaming as you wait for him to answer

- “sorry, I lost my stray there for a second.” Yaku delivers a light chop to your head as you pout, looking up at your best friend as he scolds you

- “I’m letting you sit in and watch the practice like you wanted, so sit still and stop bothering the captain.”

- “Yes mom- Yaku no don’t hit me again I’m sorry”

- grins at you lazily, introducing himself as Yaku jogs off with a warning glance to you

- “I’m-” “Kuroo Tetsuro!” You beam, causing the tall raven-haired boy to blink in surprise. “The girls in my class talk about your arms a lot, and I kinda have to agree.”

- Quirks an eyebrow, feeling pride in his chest. “Oh?”

- You don’t blush or flinch when he leans in a little closer, a smirk tickling the corner of his lip. “And what do you agree with them about?”

- You tilt your head a little in thought, but the smile stays on your face as he can’t help but think that you’re absolutely cute and his type

- “I think-” “Y/N PLEASE SIT STILL” “OOP- yes mom coUGH I mean Yaku. I’ll sit down, promise.”

- internally curses Yaku, like damn he really wanted to know

- Notices that about ten minutes into practice that as Kenma sat in his usual spot to hide away from the practice with his game, you were sitting next to him comfortably, eyes in awe at his console

- frowns, expecting for Kenma to push you away but instead he fuCKING lets his lips form the tiniest smile as he showed you the controls

- “Did she just-” “Yep, (Y/N) has a way with people. The whole school practically loves her.”

- Yaku crosses arms over his chest, glancing at the awe struck team captain with a sigh. “Kuroo-”

- “Is she single?”

- Yaku lowkey goes into mom mode “You just met her.” “…I guess you’re right.”

- When you show up to more practices, the whole team begins to greet you cheerily when you sit to watch

- Usually cocky boy turns into blushy boy when you bounce up to him after each practice, smiling sweetly to compliment his playing, but it immediately diminishes when you say it to everyone else too

- hAHA he’s not hurt not at all, why would he be hurt

- one day you’re helping put the balls away after a practice and you whole ass manage to slip and fall on your butt in front of the whole team

- before you can gush that you’re okay and the whole team can rush to your side, Kuroo already has you in his arms on his way to the nurse

- “Kuroo-” “No arguments, (Y/N).”

- notices that on the way there, you’re blushing intensely in silence, drastically different from your bubbly self

-teases you mercilessly “Are you blushing?”

- when you hide your face in his neck in embarrassment, he feels his breath hitch a little bit, feeling your breath against his skin as your legs tighten around his hold

-Surge of confidence, don’t fail him now.

- “If you’re blushing for the reason I think you are, can I take you out?”

- “…you gotta get mom’s permission first.” “Seriously?”

- meets your serious stare with a deadpan before sighing in defeat, ignoring the heat rushing to his own cheeks as he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head.

- “Fine. Anything for you.”

- Yeah. He was whipped.

Akaashi

- Honestly, he thought you were gonna be another Bokuto(minus the depression) when you introduced yourself to the Fukurodani volleyball team as a manager-in-training

- I mean, you were literally besties with Bokuto come the first day because of the similar energy the two of you radiated

- But after a while, he realizes that you’re just a genuinely kind person who gets a little over-excited at times, and he thought it was a little cute

- wait a little what

- When people complimented you for being able to help manage Bokuto, you brightly mention Akaashi’s drastic efforts in doing so

- “I probably wouldn’t be able to do it without him! Akaashi’s awesome at what he does, so don’t count him out!”

-blushes intensely despite him willing himself not to, mumbling not to give him too much credit when you smile that bright smile of yours, fists moving up and down in pure excitement

- when you go with them to matches and have to sit in the stands in order to watch from afar in order to take notes on what it takes to be the manager, some boys approach you from another school as the Fukurodani team is waiting for their next match

- “Hey, can I have your number?” “Ha…I don’t really-” “What’s the harm?” “Um, I mean… I suppose there isn’t any-!”

- Before Bokuto or any of the other guys on your team can shoo them away, Akaashi’s wrist twitches, and he grabs your wrist from doing so, slipping the hand that held your phone in his jacket pocket

-looks straight ahead, not even glancing at the boys now gaping at what had just occurred. “She doesn’t have a phone.”

- “But Akaashi-” You start, only for Akaashi to cover your mouth with a shake of his head and a sigh. You blink before shrinking into your seat, waving at the two boys as they left, waving back in confusion

- “Thank you! I’m not particularly good at saying no to things…”

- As the team all giggle like little school boys, Akaashi ignores them as he slips his own jacket off to drape it around your shoulders

- “I have to go play now. This should make them leave you alone.”

- “Wait, but you don’t have-”

- is already jogging off, ears pinkened as he heads out on to the court with his teasing teammates

-when they win the overall match and Akaashi sees you leaning over the bar in pure happiness and excitement, his jacket draped around your shoulders as you yelled your congratulations, he realized it.

- Damn. He had fallen for you.

Iwaizumi

- Any friend of Oikawa’s was bad news according to his book.

- And a female friend at that? God, if you were gonna be ogling him the whole night, he would regret agreeing to letting you come to the team dinner being held that night

- To his surprise, almost everyone on the team seems to know you when you walk into the restaurant, Mattsun and Kindaichi both waving you over with grins on their faces as Oikawa protests he was the one to invite you

- “Hi everyone!” You were giddy, bouncing on the balls of your feet with a wide smile on your features as you excitedly take a seat next to Kindaichi, directly in front of the boy who was looking at you with a suspicious glint in his eye

- Almost every girl found him at least a little intimidating. Or so he thought.

- “Hi! I don’t think I’ve met you yet, you’re Iwaizumi, right?” Blinks when you lean a little closer. “Can I call you Iwa-chan? Just like Oikawa?”

- Jaw slacks a little, eyes softening the smallest amount from the bubbliness in your voice. “Erm…yeah, I guess.”

- Oikawa shut up no one cares that he hits you when you call him that

- The team chuckles amidst themselves, careful not to let their usual hot-headed senior know how different he was being in front of the girl everybody in school adored

- when he gets sauce on the corner of his mouth, he blinks once and you had already swiped it off with a napkin, flashed him a grin, and gotten back to your intense debate with Oikawa over whether or not waffles were better than pancakes

- “Iwa-chan!” “What do you want, asshole?” “Pancakes or waffles?”

- Glances at you once, eyebrow quirked. “What did you say?”

- “Waffles!” Meets Oikawa’s pleading gaze with an even stare. “Waffles.”

- “Woooow I sense favortism.”

- After that team dinner, he began noticing you more in the halls and the amount of bounce you had in your step as everyone waved at you, and you waved back to every single one

- Feels his cheeks heat up when your eyes manage to brighten even more when you see him “Iwa-chan!”

- Damn. He thought he hated that name.

- Begins to walk you to your classes, becoming protective over you when a boy tries to pull you out for a confession, knowing you’re too nice to say no

- “She’s not interested. Beat it.”

- Sighs when he sees you looking at the floor guiltily. “Should I walk you home too?”

- “Wha-? No, I don’t want to trouble-” “Too bad.” he flicks your forehead, lips pulled up into the smallest of smirks. “Just in case anyone tries to follow you home today, okay?”

- “Okay. I’m really grateful for you! You’re really kind, Iwa-chan!”

-It’s okay he didn’t need his heart anyways

- instinctively catches you by the waist after school when you manage to trip after having tied your shoe laces, sighing before dropping to his knees to tie your laces for you, feeling a little something in his chest at the embarrassed expression on your features

- Was the (Y/N) blushing?…because of him?

- “How have you managed to make it this far?” He’s partly joking, but when he looks up and you’re smiling a close-eyed smile at him, he feels his breath get caught in his throat, any sense of playfulness leaving his features

- “Mm. I’m happy you’re here, now. Huh? What’s wrong?!”

- Had sighed deeply into a clenched fist, eyes closing as the emotion pounded in his chest.

- Ah shit.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi headcanons #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu headcannons

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manjiroro · 2 years

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Hi!! I want to participate in the 500 followers event (which is a huge milestone so congrats!!), I'd like to req a tokyo rev matchup pls <3

My top kins are Maki Kuwana and Sengoku Kakeru

I am introverted! People describe me as a mother/big sister figure, I'm pretty shy when meeting new people but I'm very playful with my close friends. I like being organized and prefer to have a plan before doing anything. Idk some people think I have good leadership skills?? Also currently suffering with inferiority complex 🧚‍♀️

I like anything related to marine biology. I occasionally enjoy baking, but tbh I don't have that much hobbies because I mostly study :') But I do read mangas in my free time. I dislike insensitive and immature people

My favourite traits in people are loyal, mature, easygoing. I also like people who can easily make others smile

I would love to go to the aquarium or a cat cafe with my s/o. I'd like to be matched up with a male character pls ^^

Again congrats for 500!! I'm sorry if this is too much :')

500 milestone event (closed!!)

hi!! thank you for joining my event!! dont worry!! it’s not too much!! i hope you like this~~

i match you with.. MITSUYA TAKASHI

mitsuya is very caring!! and i see the both of you taking care of each other

constantly checking up on the other and he’ll sometimes bring food that he made for you

i believe that mitsuya is a very domestic boyfriend,, so yes he’ll take really good care of you

he’ll support you when you’re feeling shy, often having a hand on your lower back as a way of showing his support

he’s also the one to make sure you’re comfortable as well. he wants you to be happy and wants you to see how amazing you are, so he’ll do anything to have that

he’s gonna be the one to sit beside you while you study

he’s patient and understanding, so he won’t bother you at all, often watching you work or doing his own things

“takashi! i’ve got an amazing date plan! can we go?”

you asked your boyfriend while tugging on his sleeve, he chuckles at you and ruffles your hair, nodding at your request. you squealed in delight as mitsuya leads you to his bike, helping you onto it.

you didn’t tell mitsuya where you were going, only giving him the directions since you wanted to surprise him as well. he finds it cute how you were being extra giggly today from the excitement, loving the way your arms around his waist hugged him just right.

“andddd... the place is right there!”

you pointed, making him stop.

“ah, the aquarium, you’ve always wanted to come here huh.”

he questioned. this aquarium was just recently built and he actually wanted to bring you there since he knows of your love for marine biology, but it seemed that you’ve beaten him to it.

“mhm! of course!”

you beamed, lacing your fingers with him as you walked into the aquarium. you were instantly mesmerised by the amount of fishes and sea animals that filled the area. eyes sparkling at the sight made mitsuya flash a small smile at you.

the whole date consisted of you walking around the aquarium, hand holding mitsuya’s, awing at the different species of animal. mitsuya had the same smile, sometimes opting to take pictures of you for memory sakes. his heart swells at every moment you turn to him to give him that cute smile of yours.

as long as you were happy, any date with you was the best for mitsuya.

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thembo-for-anime · 3 years

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Hot Drinks and Cold Hands

request: hello bug!! can i request a one shot of tsukishima with a s/o whos parents are getting a divorce? this is happening to me irl rn :|. his s/o is making jokes about it (“lol do you think i can guilt trip them into buying me a pc???”) and they don’t really seem to care abt it too much. in reality his s/o has just had to put up with their parents fighting all the time and are just angry bc they’ve always had to comfort their siblings. maybe one day their s/o shows up to school with eyebags nd they confide in him abt how they had to stay up all night comforting their parents and siblings?? nd it kinda takes him back bc they seem so tired compared to how they usually are (laidback nd humorous). and like s/o just kinda admits they feel terrible?? angry at their parents for bringing them into their fights but sad bc they’re siblings have to go through it too?? sorry this is so long dhjdjdjdj. feel free to shorten it or just ignore this req since it deals w somewhat heavy topics!!! thanks :]!!!

bug says things: hi!! i’m so sorry that it took me DECADES to finish this but I hope that this is what you wanted!!

also warnings!! the obvious: divorce, parents fighting, dealing with anger, crying, cursing and if there’s anything else i need to tag lmk!

word count: 3.5k oops 👀👀

KEI TSUKISHIMA

You could hear fighting from downstairs for what felt like the hundredth time today. They’re already getting a divorce, did they really have to fight like this? Especially since not only you were home but so were your siblings. Not to mention, you had just put your youngest sibling to sleep but their yelling woke them up.

“Are they fighting again?” they ask, looking up at you. Nodding your head you see their eyes tear up and their eyebrows furrow. "I don't like it when they fight."

The way that their young face looked so grown with worry made you angry. Angry that your parents had no regard for you guys as they had their daily screaming match. Angry that they couldn’t even for a minute let the house settle and have some quiet. Angry that right now you weren’t able to just be a kid and they might not either.

“Me either, they’re just...they’re just not happy right now,” you say as you push their hair away from their face.

“Are they not happy ‘cause I did something wrong?” they ask, their small hands squeezing the blanket.

“No! No, no, no you didn’t do anything wrong,” you exclaim. “Here, scooch over.”

They do and you lay down with them. They rest their head on your arm and you wipe away tears with the end of your sweater. Some snot gets on your jacket from their nose and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

“Eeeww, that’s nASty,” you say jokingly, causing them to laugh a little. “Why do you have so many boogers in your nose?”

“Well when a mommy booger and a daddy booger love each other very much-”

“You are not giving me the talk right now with boogers, absolutely not,” you protest as they giggle again. You smile softly at this small victory before your phone lights up and you see a text from Kei.

Dino Boy: hey u up?

Dino Boy: actually nvm i know u are

Dino Boy: i might be a good bf tomorrow and pick u up some coffee so what do u want?

“Is that Tsukki?” your sibling asks peering over you at your phone.

“Yeah, you wanna reply to him?” you ask as they nod their head vigorously. For some reason--you couldn’t figure out why--all your siblings absolutely adored him.

You hand over your phone and move to sit up. “I’m gonna check up on sissy next door okay? Text him that I just want a little pastry or something.”

But they make a noise of protest. “I don’t want you to go yet,” they pout and grab onto the bottom of your sweater. An idea comes to mind as they reach out their arms. “Carry me!”

“What? You’re way too big!” you say as they do grabby hands, letting you know that they weren’t taking no as an answer. You roll your eyes as you turn your back to them. “You’re lucky that I have strong leg muscles,” you answer as they climb on your back and begin typing away on your phone.

“More like noodle legs,” they whisper to themself, but you heard them and pretended to almost drop them in response. “Hey! Not funny!”

“Eh, it was funny to me,” you say as you approach the door as the yelling gets louder. A frown lands on your lips. “Plug your ears okay?”

Your sibling nods as they put your phone in their pocket and cover their ears. You open the door and peek outside. The yelling immediately assaults your eardrums and you tiptoe silently to the room over, which housed your other sibling.

“Are you really going to deny them Christmas with their own mother?”

“You’re acting like you’ve been such a saint to them, I exist too you know! They have two parents, not just one!”

Knocking lightly on the door with two quick knocks, one slow and two more quick, it opens slightly and you see your younger sister's concerned face before she lets you in.

“What do you want?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What does it look like? Impromptu sleepover,” you say plopping your shared sibling on her bed. She just rolls her eyes and sits in her chair pulling her legs up to her chest.

“I’m talking to Tsukki!” your sibling says showing off your phone. This seems to pique her interest so she moves to the bed and watches as your youngest sibling sends gifs and messages to your boyfriend. Bless him for indulging them. They can be...a lot sometimes but you’re glad he’s been a good sport about it.

“Why is your boyfriend such a dry texter?” she asks looking at you with an amused face.

“Pfft he’s not dry, he just...he’s just socially awkward okay?” you protest as she fights back a smile.

“Okay, sure, whatever you say.”

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This is how the rest of the night goes. Trying to keep your siblings mind off of your parents screaming voices and letting them bother Tsukishima until they both doze off. You let them both have the bed while you steal a blanket and pillow from your room before coming back to sleep on the floor.

Which in retrospect wasn’t the best idea because waking up with a sore body wasn’t how you wanted to start your morning. You check on your siblings to see them both fast asleep, so you Mission Impossible yourself back into your room--with your phone--as quietly as possible.

You get ready for the day, knowing that at least you could get some peace and quiet in the morning. Both of your parents start work in the morning so they always leave early, but you wouldn’t be surprised if they had started leaving even earlier to just be away from each other.

It’s just- It’s so frustrating that they get to fuck off and leave you as a stand in parent. You’re basically still a kid and were you meant to just raise theirs while they got to get angry and leave in a huff? You didn’t make the decision to have kids so they shouldn’t be your responsibility...but you knew if you didn’t take care of them then no one would.

“Ugh!” you grunt as you kick a shirt that was on your floor.

Whatever, whatever, it’s fine. You try to calm down a bit when your phone starts buzzing. Seeing that it’s Kei you take one last deep breath before you answer. “Hello?”

“Hey open your front door,” he says as you roll your eyes playfully.

“Well good morning to you too, how am I doing? Oh I’m great, you’re so sweet for asking,” you say and you can hear him huff into the speaker.

“Okay, okay good morning now please let me in...baby it’s cold outside,” he says and you can practically hear his lips curling through the phone.

Damn him for being cute to get what he wants. “Fine but only in the good spirit of the holidays.”

You make your way to the front door and open it to see your tall tree of a man in all of his pink cheeked glory. You smile as you let him inside. “Aw is that blush for me?” you ask teasingly.

“Hardly, in case you haven’t noticed it’s freezing out there,” he says before leaning down to give you a quick kiss. When you pull away that’s when you notice the amount of drinks in his hands.

“You extra thirsty this morning or?” you ask trailing off as he shakes his head.

“No these are for-”

“Tsukki!!” your younger sibling yells as they rush him.

“He’s got drinks, be careful!” you fret but they’ve already secured their arms around him. You mouth him a ‘Sorry’ as the pink on his cheeks returns slightly.

“Hey short stack,” he says as he lowers his hand which holds a drink holder and four drinks, “Here’s your hot chocolate.”

They gasp and take it from him. “Thank you Tsukki!”

You can see a small smile creep up on his face as he says, “No problem.” He ruffles their hair a bit with his free hand and they beam up at him.

“You got the goods?” your sister asks as she emerges from her room, eyes basically still closed from sleep.

“Right here ya gremlin,” he says holding out her drink to her. She grabs it and immediately turns around to head back to her room.

“Say thank you at least!” you call out to her before she stops for a second.

“Yeah okay, thank you Dino Man,” she says waving her hand before going back to her room.

You shake your head before turning back to him, “Sorry, she’s usually only like that when she’s tired.”

He shrugs his shoulders a bit. “It’s fine, I don’t care,” he says holding out your drink to you and you take it gladly.

“Thank you,” you say smiling up at him.

“We’re the polite one’s,” your sibling announces proudly, causing the two of you to laugh a bit.

He nods his head as he leans down to them. “I’ve noticed,” he says before you usher them off to go get ready for school.

You grab your coat and meet him at the door. “Sorry for them, they’re a lot to deal with first thing in the morning,” you say, locking the door behind you with one hand.

“It’s really fine, if it was too much I’d tell you right?” he asks, gesturing with his own drink and swinging his free hand by his side. (Which is an invitation for you to hold it, which you gladly do.)

“I guess so,” you say as you lean into him a bit as you two walk. He pushes up his glasses and looks away but you can see the blush at the tips of his ears. You smile a bit before holding up his hand in yours to give it a little kiss.

“Ngk, what was that for?” he asks, turning to face you so you could see his embarrassed features more clearly.

“You have cold hands, I was trying to warm them up,” you say innocently but he knows better.

“Right, sure,” he says as you break away for a minute to pull out your phone and headphones. “You know you should really invest in some better earbuds.”

You look at yours which are practically falling apart, but hey! You had some tape holding bits together so it was ‘fine’ for the time being. “I guess you’re right. Do you think I can guilt my parents into getting me new ones?” you ask jokingly and he practically chokes. “Hey, joking, joking.” You raise your hands up and he shakes his head with a mumble.

“Here, let’s just use mine,” he says fishing them out of his backpack. You hum in agreement as he hands you one. Putting it in, you lean into him again and lightly shut your eyes letting the music wash over you.

Tsukishima's chest vibrates a bit, signaling to you that he had said something while you weren’t paying attention. “Huh?”

“I said are you okay? You seem exhausted,” he says as his eyebrows furrow in concern. For a moment his face reminded you of your sibling and for some reason that upset you.

You didn’t want him worrying so you just smiled and laughed off his comment. “Yeah, I just stayed up too late last night.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, clearly not satisfied with your answer.

“Yeah! We had a sibling sleepover and they kept me up for a bit.” He’s pretty good at reading people so you tried your best to seem more energetic than before. “Also thank you so much for the drinks, I’ll pay you back for them tomorrow,” you say trying to change the topic.

At this he scoffs, “You know when I said I was gonna be a good boyfriend today I meant it. I don’t want you to feel like you have to pay me back or anything.”

God could this boy be any more perfect? He’s so sweet--even if he constantly denies it. Sure, sometimes he can seem like a cold person on the outside but he has a big heart and you were so grateful that he trusted it with you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks as you realize you had been staring at him with heart eyes.

“I love you, you know that right?” you ask and his eyes widen and his cheeks flush.

“I- Well, yes you’ve told me that before,” he stutters trying to hide his face behind his hand.

“Good cause I do, very much,” you reply, bringing down his hand as you pull him into a kiss. The amount of heat from his face almost makes you laugh but you hold it in. Content to just feel his lips move against yours. When you pull away you can’t help but smile as he sinks his face into his coat a bit. “Did that warm you up Kei?” you as he rolls his eyes which show the faintest bit of a smile.

“Oh shut up.”

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You were able to get through most of the day without falling asleep thanks to the caffeine from your gifted drink, but you still couldn’t help but feel exhausted. And it’s not like after school you could’ve gone home to take a nap because not only did you have to meet up with one of your teachers because of your suffering grades, but even when you did get home you wouldn't be able to get any peace and quiet.

Leaving the meeting with your teacher--where you promised you would work harder--you emerged from the building to see your boyfriend waiting for you out in the cold.

“Kei? What are you doing here?” you ask as he notices you walking his way.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asks, “I waited since you’re coming home with me to study.”

“I- But- When did you decide that?” you sputter out.

He shrugs his shoulder as he pretends to think. “Around the same time I realized that I was the only reason you were passing your classes. So come on let’s go,” he says holding his arm out for you.

“Psh, you’re not the only reason,” you answer and he gives you a look as you hook your arm through his.

“Oh right, of course,” he says and chuckles a bit when you stick your tongue out at him.

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So the past 30 minutes had been spent working on your late work while Tsukishima helped you. But the longer you worked the more the page had begun to blur as your droopy eyelids threatened to close and not open again.

He took notice immediately and tried to urge you to take a quick nap but you refused. This was probably the only time that you would be able to get a bulk of your homework and missing work done.

Once you went back home all that work would have to be pushed aside so you could take care of your siblings. It’s something that has been stressing you out for the past couple of weeks.

Before, you’d at least be able to finish some of your homework at night but since your parents couldn’t stop fighting the minute they both got home, that quickly changed.

“Come on, I doubt you can even see the paper like that,” he says looking at your squinted eyes which you couldn’t help but rub.

“M’fine Kei,” you mumble leaning your head against your arm.

He rolls his eyes as he scoots closer to you, “Like hell I’ll take that for an answer. You couldn’t even form two separate words.”

You glare at him before turning back to your paper. “I’m really fine thank you for asking,” you say, tapping your pencil on the table. “How was that?”

“If I’m being honest, six of ten. You see, the average person would be fooled but not me," he says before becoming earnest, "Seriously, what’s going on?” he asks gently resting his head on your shoulder.

Now you don’t know if it was the exhaustion or the care that you heard in his voice but something in you broke--making hot tears run down your face no matter how hard you willed them to stop.

“Fuck,” you whisper and he immediately pulls you into a hug.

“Hey c’mere,” he says and you grab onto him tightly. He lets you sob into his shoulder as he holds you in his arms.

“I’m just so tired Kei, I’m so fucking tired. Of my parents fighting, of my shit sleep schedule, of taking care of my siblings. I love them, I do, it’s just- I don’t want to have to be a parent to them when I'm still just a kid! I’m just a fucking kid,” you say, your voice cracking against your will.

Tsukishima is the last one to know what to say to comfort people so he just holds you and rocks you back forth a bit. It breaks his heart to see you like this. He knew things were bad but he didn’t know they were this bad. Maybe he should’ve asked you about it more instead of let you brush it off. What if you didn’t want to talk to him about it because you were scared he’d judge you? Sure he was abrasive sometimes but never to you. God he’d never want to do that to you. He just...liked to tease. Maybe he had been a bad boyfriend to you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry for crying. I’ve just had a bad week,” you say as you wipe your tears and go to pull away but to your surprise he doesn’t let go. If anything he pulls you closer.

“Don’t be sorry I...I know that I can be...a bit of an ass sometimes but if you ever need me--and I mean ever--I’m here. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” His face is now buried in the crook of your neck and you can feel his shaky breath on your skin. “If I ever made you feel like you couldn’t...I’m- I’m sorry.”

You immediately pull back in shock. “Kei no, you didn’t, trust me. I just- I just didn’t want to worry you. You have enough on your plate with volleyball and I just didn’t want to bother you with my mess,” you confess and he just leans his head against yours.

“You could never bother me,” he says and you laugh causing him to roll his eyes and add, “Not with the important stuff at least.”

“Excuse you, how to pronounce gif is very important,” you say.

“Nope, nope, no we aren’t getting into this again,” he says as he picks you up.

You quickly grab a hold of his shirt and he grins. “What are you doing!”

“I’m taking you to bed because you need to sleep and I don’t mind holding you for a bit longer.”

He takes you burying your face into his chest as a sign of resignation from your previous argument.

With you in his arms, he walks straight to his room and it’s only when he opens the door does he notice that you actually fell asleep in them. Besides the fact that that’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen, he’s now got to figure out how to keep you asleep when lays you on his bed. He opts to lay you down first before climbing under the covers to join you.

His fingers push the hair out of your face and he leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead causing you to cuddle closer to him. His heart clenches when you absentmindedly reach out your hand for his. He brings it up to his lips for a kiss as he looks across to you.

“Goodnight,” he says before adding much, much softer, “I’m so in love with you."

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iwaisa · 4 years

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request. 👁👄👁 1. Hope you have/had a good day 2. Since I'm having writers block can I req a gn or male (idc) reader with Kuroo, Noya, and Terushima or Bokuto if you can't write for Teru (which is fine he deserved more screen time) with a more chubby reader being insecure so they're like "no ):<" again still don't know how to req but have a good day¡ again, you can feel my awkwardness in this im sorry- - @xmalereaderfics

a/n. hehe this was actually so adorable thank you for requesting this ! i hope you have a good day/night too :) (also legit never apologize for being awkward because both of us know how awkward i am sjfehwjeh)

comforting their chubby s/o

- genre. comfort + fluff!

- pairings. kuroo, nishinoya, terushima, and bokuto x gender neutral reader

- warnings. body image issues, swearing

► now shuffling...

hands. always. on. your. thighs.

literally he cannot get enough of you

but ! he will tone down on the handsyness if you ask him to

he has such a keen eye i would bet money that he would notice straight away if you were feeling down

also ?? he’d personally be hurt too because how ?? do you not see how perfect you are ?

you are his god/goddess and he worships you

kisses the ground you walk on

anyways

if you began toning down on your intake of food, he would notice

i headcanon him to be such a health nut, you could be getting light headed and he would be like “f/n! you need more carbohydrates!”

“tetsurou, please just say sugar like a normal person”

but if he sees you trying to lose weight by not eating, he’d get really sad :(

he wouldn’t straight up ask you, instead, he’d watch you closely as you eat making sure that you would get just enough food, and not too much or too little

i feel like he’d be easily swayed, so if you tell him you’re not hungry the first few times he would believe you

but as time goes on and he sees you eating less and less that’s when he knows he needs to step in

he helps you monitor your food, while still eating the right amount each day

he also asks if you want to work out with him

but it just turns into him trying to impress you by lifting the heaviest weights and failing

either way, this rooster is extremely supportive of every HEALTHY decision you want to make and won’t hesitate to put his serious captain face on whenever he sees you feeling down :)

#2 simp (number 1 is tanaka obviously)

he definitely brags about you all the time

“hey, look at my s/o in that super sexy outfit!”

“nishinoya-san,,, that's the school uniform,”

however, even if he is your #1 supporter, he might not notice straight away if you’re feeling down about yourself

one time he watched as you squished your thighs and stomach in the mirror, and he came up behind you and took your hands away, linking his fingers in between yours

he watched your face contort into sadness and borderline disgust, and he instantly jumped into action

the best way he tries to get you to feel better about yourself is to push away the negatives and look at the positives

if you tell him you like your eyes, awesome! he’s in love with them too!

if you like your hands, great! because he also loves them!

if you like your hair/smile/feet(?)/calves he will most definitely hype you up about those things

and of course, if you don’t like your stomach/thighs/hips/face you better believe he’s gonna brag about those things the most

his favourite thing to say to you whenever you feel down is, “you look so kick-ass sweetie! remember, your body can do some pretty epic shit.”

also, he definitely eats more unhealthy food than healthy food, but if you don’t want to eat anything unhealthy he’ll learn how to cook for you!

time skip nishinoya travels the world so i wholly believe that he knows about some super healthy foods from like denmark or something and he loves making them for you

loves cuddling with you on top of him

he just loves feeling bigger than he actually is :)

literally is bipolar

one second he’s super teasing and childish, and the next he switches into his captain mode and he’s super serious

but your relationship is all just easy-going and fun

while cuddling, his hand just naturally gravitates towards your stomach, thighs, and ass

he likes squeezing the plush skin just to hear you laugh

also he loves tickling you

i feel like he would also be quick to notice if something is wrong, but he’ll probably wait for you to talk to him about it instead of him drilling you

and when (or if) you finally do, he’ll be listening super closely and his mind will instantly start thinking about all the ways he can help

one day it seems like everything is going wrong and you just don’t feel energized to do anything

you’re laying in bed with yuuji and he notices that you’re quieter than usual

when he asks if you’re okay and you tell him you’re not confident with your body, he will instantly jump into action

if you say that you’re feeling fat, he’ll start to pout

but then his supportive boyfriend side would come in, and he would reassure you that fat isn’t a feeling and that its simply a smokescreen for other feelings

he’s lowkey smart so he’d go into a deep conversation about how stating that you ‘feel fat’ is because there are other feelings behind it

are you feeling lonely? vulnerable? guilty? ashamed? if you do happen to feel any of these things, he’ll make sure to do whatever he can to reassure you and comfort you

he’ll also buy you clothes :D

he’ll ask you to do a fashion show and he’ll hype you up so much

he’s so head over heels for you

bokuto is definitely a pretty slow boyfriend

he thinks you’re perfect and he would actually do anything for you if you asked

he’s the kinda guy to take his jacket off and lay it over a puddle for you only to realize that there’s a simpler way to avoid the puddle but it’s the thought that counts 😌

he also definitely eats too much and brings you too many snacks

(have you seen this man’s ass???? yeah.)

(AND THOSE BITTIES)

but, since he has his own emo mode, he can recognize the sadness in your voice and he just straight up asks if you’re okay

if you tell him that you don’t like your body, baby boy will try his hardest to get you to see yourself how he sees you

however, he starts to panic because he can’t seem to bring your self-esteem back up

you have to reassure him that it isn’t his fault and that it’s just how you’ve always seen yourself

so, if he can’t do anything, he suggests talking to someone about it

he sits down with you and tells you that he’s worried he can’t be the one to make you feel better, but if it means going to see someone trained for that specific reason, he supports you wholeheartedly

he will go to your appointments with you if you ask :)

as soon as you begin feeling more confident in yourself, and the negative thoughts begin to dissipate, you have your lovely boyfriend to thank

he’ll never treat you any differently if you go to a professional, and at the end of the day he just wants to love you :3

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #kuroo x gn!reader #nishinoya x gn!reader #terushima x gn!reader #bokuto x gn!reader

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peakyblinderswhore · 4 years

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req: where a girl runs away from ireland, pregnant and scared and rents a cottage in small heath before accidentally becoming good friends with ada. one day they go to john’s estate and find it in chaos, you go to save michael as he’s still breathing. later on, polly wants to meet me and thank me for everything and this is where they find out about me being pregnant and alone.

a/n: this was initially supposed to be a wattpad exclusive since i was asked on wattpad for this but man, i wrote so much that i think it deserves to be seen on here too. anyway, i hope you enjoy! ps: between me and you, i flaked our at the end and went cliché as per my usual writing.

w/c: 2.8k

warnings: mild abuse (skip past the “keep reading” line and you won’t have to read it)

Somehow, I had managed to catch a boat from Dublin to England. I wasn’t entirely sure where it was headed specifically, I had been much more worried about getting out of here. I’d seen a woman Tuesday evening, she had confirmed my suspicions — I was pregnant.

I carried life and I was overjoyed, until I went home to my husband, bouncing on my toes, waiting to tell him the good news. Initially, I had been ecstatic; that was my first mistake. The second had been talking and the third was for being a whore.

In those moments, my heart shattered. He went out drinking and told me to be gone before he came home. I’m sure he just meant out of the house, to sleep at a friends house for a small amount of time, or something along those lines, but we’d been down this road before. The last time, he had beaten the child out of me. He didn’t know it and it broke my heart even just thinking about the potential it could’ve had.

Of course, I chose the only thing that could guarantee a good life for my child, I fled. First I pulled the house apart looking for every penny in every corner and crevice of the house, then I packed my bag and walked in the shadows to the docks. It was daylight and I hadn’t wanted anyone to see me this way. Upon reaching the boat, it took me all of my grovelling to make it onto the ship. I don’t know if they felt guilty or just wanted me to shut up but they let me on the boat under the promise that I would get off wherever they docked next.

When we docked, I kept my promise, glad to be away from what I called my husband.

“Where are we, please?” I asked a younger sailor.

“Birmingham, Ma’am. Small Heath, specifically, I believe.”

Nodding at him in thanks, I made my way off, following the small crowd that had emerged from within the ship with me. I had almost no idea where I needed to go. Of course, I had to figure out where I was going to sleep.

Once a week or so had passed, I had found a place to rent with the money I had fled with. I think I must’ve drawn some attention as a woman called Ada took a very quick liking to me. She was present, wherever I went and I was worried at first, possibly paranoid that my husband had sent someone to fetch me or do something about me, but I quickly found out that she had absolutely no idea where I’d washed up from.

She was one of the few things that kept me sane over the coming days. My life was a small mess but she helped me set everything in order again.

“Why?” I muttered to her one day, fed up with everything that I was dealing with that day.

“Because once, I was like you. Pregnant and alone; trust me, it’s not fun nor is it good for the baby, whether it’s been born yet or not,” she diligently replied, walking past me into the cottage I was renting.

For a second, I blubbed like a fish, wondering how she had guessed my pregnancy without me giving her any clues.

She must’ve sensed my confused face staring into her back as she set down some food she had brought over from the market because she carried on, “I know because I’ve been there. It’s the small things that give it away the most because you don’t try to hide them as much — you simply think others won’t notice if you pretend that you don’t either.”

She’d managed to hit the nail on the head, shocking me mostly but also making me think about some of my choices, my presumptions about her and what her family was like or what they thought of her.

“Karl and I,” she began, “well, Tommy wasn’t Karl’s Dad’s biggest fan. I was pregnant before we got married and then when we were married, it didn’t last for long. Freddie… he died. Pestilence got him in the end. All of that fighting for a disease to end it.”

I didn’t quite get what she was talking about for the most part, I’d known her long enough to have met Karl but apart from that I was clueless.

“Ada —”

“Don’t pity me, it was a long time ago.”

I clasped my lips together and abruptly nodded my head as I changed the direction of the conversation, “Shall we go out today?”

“Actually,” Ada said as she stepped away from putting the food away, “I was going to take Karl to visit my brother and his kids. Wouldn’t be bad for the boy to get some fresh air and to see his cousins. I’m sure they’ve been driving John doo-wally.”

Giggling, I say, “Doo-wally?”

Ada rolls her eyes, “Get ready, we’ll be off soon.”

Within the hour, you had set off in a car that Ada borrowed from one of her brothers and I had arrived at John’s estate. Karl had gotten out of the vehicle, eager to be greeted by his cousin's big smiles and playing around with them.

“He seems excited, how long has it been since you last visited?”

“Oh gosh, I don’t think I’ve been since they first…”

Ada’s voice trailed away as we turned a corner, revealing the pools of blood covering the expanse of the patio. Who I assumed to be John’s wife was screaming and crying, barey taking a moment to breathe as tears streamed down her face and blood seeped into her dress, staining it dark.

“Oh fuck,” Ada muttered, still in shock before commanding her body to move towards John, “Esme. Esme, is he alive?”

Ada turns to face me as Esme ignores Ada to continue weeping, “Go to Michael, his chest is still moving!”

I fell to the ground once you reached Michael. Without acknowledging the blood that was dying my skirts and now smudged all over my hands, up to my elbows.

I held his head, “Where? Where does it hurt? There’s blood everywhere; I can’t see where you were shot.”

He weakly pats his abdomen, to which I quickly rip open his suit, popping a few buttons from his shirt when I managed to pull it apart and apply pressure to where it became evident of the hole in his skin. Wincing, he groans and I hurriedly say, “I know, love, this is gonna hurt so much, but I have to stop it from bleeding.”

“I’m calling an ambulance!”

I nod, not even turning my head to watch Ada, “Karl go inside,” Michael muttered.

I lift my head, having not noticed the boy standing, lifelessly as he watched me and his mother frantically try to fix things.

“Karl, honey,” I whispered, “follow your Mum. Go inside; don’t come back out until after we come and get you together,” he nodded his head silently and walked inside, as if he had been sleep-deprived and stumbled up the steps.

Michael’s head was lolling about, barely conscious at this point. Focusing my attention back on him, I noticed his eyes rolling into the back of his head, “Hey,” I grab his head, pulling it to face me, his eyes were still rolling so I shook his shoulder a little, “don’t go anywhere. They’re so close to being here, don’t make their journey not worth it.”

He manages to avert his attention and put all of his might into focusing on me, “Wow,” he hastily breathes out, “I made it to Heaven, who would’ve thought? Ha, fucking Tommy, eh...”

“Nu-uh,” I slapped his face before forcing him to look at you and sternly said, “Don’t go anywhere.”

He seems rather amused and continues his rambling, “That felt pretty real to me, you Irish angel.”

Stopping for a moment, I was connecting the dots between what he said earlier and what he was muttering now. My face flushed and he whispered, “Wow, all the way to your ears? That’s adorable.”

Suddenly, I was acutely aware of my hands and how bloodied they were, drawing my attention away from his lazy grin. Deciding in my head quickly, I tore off a strip of my skirts to help prevent any more blood loss from his bullet wound when I applied pressure. I wrapped it around my hand twice and let the rest bundle on top of his wound before pressing down to the point where he winced.

“Sorry,” I murmured, “I can’t have it leaking before they get here.”

At that moment, Ada rushes out of the double french doors, “They’re almost here, I’ve been consoling the kids, as Esme gathers herself.”

Slowly I lift my head to see a quivering Esme, looking longingly at John’s body. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what must be going through her head.

“I’ve got Michael for the moment, not much more blood loss and he’s holding up a conversation for the moment,” I glanced over to a scared Karl behind Ada, clutching onto her skirts, “go back inside with the kids; get Esme cleaned up.”

Ada simply nods, suddenly needing someone else to give the orders, she was in shock from the scene we had stumbled upon this afternoon. It would be hard on anyone but it’s more shattering when it’s your brother. Her hair bounces a little, the only movement that suggests she was still breathing, even if she was shaking — scared hadn’t been a look I’d seen on Ada before and you weren’t sure if I ever wanted to see it again.

Until the ambulance arrived, I had continued talking to Michael, keeping him there and making sure he didn’t lose consciousness at any point.

Eventually, they came and took Michael, keeping him alive better than what I could, I hoped. It had taken every last bit of my energy to drag Ada away once Tommy had arrived to sort the rest out. It had felt like he’d surely taken his sweet time turning up; I had no idea who was more distraught, Esme or Ada; it definitely wasn’t Tommy.

I managed to pull Ada and Karl into the car they had borrowed and drove them back to the outskirts of Small Heath, stopping right outside my small cottage, where the fields met the streets. Neither had argued when I woke them up, their tear stained cheeks and bloody clothes sticking to the seats. Despite Ada’s wishes, I pushed them into my bed and took the sofa for the night, acknowledging the fact that they probably needed a better night’s sleep than I did tonight, after everything that had happened.

. . .

Weeks later, everyone had been to John’s burial. It was strange, Ada had insisted that I was to be there as she didn’t want to go alone but I said otherwise.

“It’ll be harder for you if I’m there. I was there that day too, you don’t need another face to remind you of what happened; neither does Esme, the woman has already been through far to much for me to even get into right now,”

Ada’s face had gotten swollen over the days, mostly from crying over and over again, never getting the chance to get it all out before Karl interrupted. I had often tried to distract the boy but on days when I went out to the market to buy food it was hard to control what he did. He didn’t want to go out, sometimes I had successfully managed to drag him away but I couldn’t blame him for wanting to be with his mother so much.

“Karl, is she home?” Ada called, one morning after I’d been out and bought some flowers to liven up the atmosphere a little.

“Yes, she’s home. She’s got pink flowers too.”

Surprised at Ada’s voice, I walk through, “Awake, love? I got some freesias to lighten the room a little.”

Ada smiled, “Polly wants to meet you. And Michael, properly. They want to thank you for that day, for saving Michael… and for trying to save John,” she sniffed, forcing her smile to stay on her face, “Pol’s invited us to afternoon tea today. I was just trying to convince Karl to go with you to the market to buy something nicer to wear.”

“I might have something that I can adjust for him.”

“So you’ll come,” she says, turning her head away from the newspaper that she was reading, “to Polly’s this afternoon?”

Wincing, I reply, “I suppose so. I think it might be good if I got to see Michael the way he is conscious.”

After fussing about for a few hours over sorting something for Karl to wear and making sure you wore something that was fresh, yourself, you had made it to Polly’s townhouse. It was grand, especially compared to the cottage you were renting out. The front garden was neat and had colour coordinated flower beds and a neatly trimmed border that accentuated the pathway that led to the wooden front door.

Upon knocking, Ada had pushed me in front of her so that when the door opened a beautiful, classical lady answered. Instantly her face lit up, she held out her arms, “You, my darling, must be the one who saved my boy’s life,” she pulled me into a hug and engulfed me into her embrace, tightening her grip so as to not let go and whispered, “thank you so much. I only wish we could’ve helped John.”

Carefully, I wrapped my arms around her, and breathed in her homely scent, “Of course, Polly. My deepest regards, I wish I could’ve done more too.”

She pats my back twice and pulls away, holding me at an arm's length, “Pregnant, pretty and a lifesaver. I’m not sure what else we could’ve asked for. Come in, I have some tea ready,” she beckoned us in, stepping aside to allow us to walk into her home.”

She led us through to the sitting room, offered me a seat next to Michael and walked off to fetch a teapot and some cups and saucers for us all.

“Wow, this is she?”

I turn to face him, blushing profusely, “It is she. How are you Michael?”

“Much better thanks to you. Mum says she doesn’t think I would’ve made it without you.”

“I’m sure you would’ve…”

Ada pipes up, “Michael was in a pretty bad state. Polly spoke to the doctors and they said he’d been stabilised at the scene; that was you, love.”

I sat, bewildered by the thought that I had literally stopped someone from dying. Before, it had only been talk and I had let them while they were mourning but now — it was real.

We sat in silence for a moment as Polly walked back in, now carrying a tray full of tea for us all.

“You know,” Michael began, “you’re beautiful. Your baby is going to be so well-looked after and is going to be just as smart and beautiful as you are… I bet your husband is thrilled to have someone like you.”

I let my head fall slightly and ignore as Polly hums in agreeance with her son and I stare at my hands as I fiddle with the sleeve of my dress.

Ada notices the tension I was radiating and quietly states, “She ran away from home because her husband doesn’t want anything to do with her and her to-be baby.”

Polly halts in her position, currently pouring tea into a cup and turns to face us properly, “Excuse me?”

Michael stands from his seat, “What? What kind of idiot doesn’t want something to do with their wife and kid?”

His face slowly distorts and his cheeks redden as the anger boils inside of him, “You saved my life and fucking goddamnit if I let you and your child grow up without a father figure. You saved mine and I want the chance to repay you.”

“Michael —”

“No, love, he’s right. You’re so strong and you’ve made it this far, but we want to help. Nothing will ever repay the fact that you saved Michael’s life but let us try,” Polly says, resting a hand on my shoulder affectionately, her voice running through the room like silk as she softens.

“That’s right. Marry me.”

My eyes widen, “Ah, Michael, I’m not sure that’s necessary.”

“You’ll be shamed if your baby doesn’t have a father,” Polly soothes, “It’s different if you’re a widow but if word gets out, we can’t fight every single fucker who natters on about your personal life.”

“Marry me; I’ll be the father figure for your baby. It’s the least I can do.”

tags: @saintd0lce lmk if you want to be tagged! :)

#peaky #littlemissshelby #littlemissshelbyreplies #John Shelby #Esme Shelby #michael gray #Michael Shelby #aunt polly #polly gray #polly shelby #Ada Shelby #ada thorne #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders season 4 #birmingham #1920s #luca changretta #shelby

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a-spell-a-rebel-yell · 3 years

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August!!!

hello everyone, i hope each one of you are safe and doing well!

i know it's kinda a late August post since it's already halfway through, but please excuse me since this month has been chaotic! in a good way of course, hence they triple exclamation points! i'm here bearing a good news, the best one in a while: i got shortlisted into one out of 26 students to (hopefully) take the final national dentist competency exam in November!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH scream with me, you guys! this is big! my childhood dream is about to materialize and happen in just a few months!

i still have two requirements left to do and finding the patients to treat with the right cases/diagnoses got me turning every rock on sight upside down! i've been so stressed lately trying to juggle many things to make sure i complete them and i'm also given a deadline which is somewhere mid September. some of you probably think it's a long time, but trust me what i have on hand right now is complicated :,) yes it's 'only' two reqs left, but they're both quite massive projects.

first it's a root canal treatment, this one is not that bad actually, just a two-visit job. what makes it incredibly stressful is the patient i'm going to treat, she's a 23 years old mother who doesn't like to stay at home so she contracted covid a few months ago, and the number one thing i need is for her to stay negative during the treatment visits, since obviously enough my campus hospital doesn't accept anyone with a positive test result :-)

second (and last, thank God) is a fixed partial denture, and i'm doing a crown and bridge design. this one is probably what gets me almost dying (not an exaggeration, sadly lol) since it's SUPER hard to find a patient that fits the long list of demands of the case the prosthodontics department wants. thankfully one of my seniors gave me a patient candidate and i'm about to report to my professor tomorrow, i'm pretty optimistic since the case i have right now looks promising, and i'm literally exerting so much effort on this patient, so bismillah... this treatment is gonna cost me so much (have i told you guys that i pay for everything so basically being my patient means getting free procedures? haha) and it'll be a 4-5 visits with lots of stuff to do.

if you're new here: yes dentistry students in their clinical years are mostly the ones paying. it's kinda like a silent agreement and also a gesture of gratitude since our patients 'lend' their teeth or mouth for us to study and treat. we also have to look for our own case, our own patients. so yeah, being a dentistry student is not easier than being a medical student, each has its own difficulty and boss stage level, ha!

would like to give a shoutout to my partner, Vanesha! she's my partner for so many things and projects during my clinical years, she has helped me on numerous occasions... she literally saved my ass many times LMAO so i'm very glad to have her as my partner again for my last two reqs.

mixed feelings these days since sometimes i just can't believe that i'm so close to finishing my study after two and a half years and finally becoming a dentist... just feels unreal. i feel so nervous and giddy and excited and scared, but all in a good way, it's like i know i'm heading in the right direction and all the sacrifices i made are amounting into something great. it's been stressful months consecutively and i'm about to venture into the uncertain future but i'm so eager and up for this long adventurous journey ahead! right now even just thinking of saying my Hippocratic oath already gets me all smiley :D

i've been telling myself to do it a step at a time, slowly but sure, all that 'everyone has their own timeline' yadda yadda... and i'm happy i followed that rule and stayed true to it. though i know i can be impulsive and frantic sometimes, my friend said to me how there are times when i just go all you-only-live-once but she saw that i always think it carefully and planned. like me taking as many patients to treat and registering myself to lots of department exams, it might seems like me running past the cliff and plunging right into the ocean, but i know well enough to navigate safely when i do crash into the deep waters lol :,) i'm pleased to say and actually write here (he-he) that i managed to strategically organize my patients and exams, taking chances presented before me so i can get where i am today. the formula goes like: working on many cases at once and undergoing several exams in just one semester period might seem reckless but i studied hard and did my best = i can finish my list of reqs quicker than majority, passed my exams with good scores in just one shot = i get to graduate sooner than anyone. God's help and my parents' prayers of course influenced the way things turn out, but there's no denying one's (or me, rather) hardwork plays a role too.

anyways, there are so many miracles and unexplained strikes of luck i have during the course of both my preclinical and clinical years it's still feels astonishing to know i'm about to be one of the firsts from my batch to graduate and get that hard earned, seven years long of study DDS title... yes i might be flaunting this hehehe and it's not much but i'm just really proud of myself. this post looks nothing but it's like a reward to me. despite all, i did it.

still a long way to go though, but let's go get this bread!!!

#bismillahirrahmanirrahim #your future dentist is ON THE WAY!#a day in my life

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nyangibun · 6 years

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(1/8) In response to your prev req in anti-D) I got out of GoT fandom ages ago coz I hated this basic side of the fandom. But, after S7 TBPH, D stans are especially hilarious to me now bc Dani's smeagol death and dark arc arent coming, they've been in motion this entire time and now it's coming to the forefront. All the 'spoilers' are D fans trying to cover there arses with fanfic bs and excuses for actual dark arc spoilers.

[cont... (2/8) As far as the show goes (ASOIAF readers already know where she's going) D&D know the consensus of the GA and they know that since the GA has played her up in their heads as this 'messiah' (personally never saw her like that at all and I think DD actually have a fair amount of foreshadowing to show she's actually an antagonist) they know in S8 they have to leave NO room for doubt in the dark arc/downfall.

* 3/8) J loves the Starks and will do anything and everything to keep them safe) *insert cerseis infamous love/weakness line here* * Everything is going to fall to shit next season. Every horrible thing D has done is finally going to come to bite her in the ass big time (and about time - one deed done in the name of good does not cross out the overbearing bad) * If 'magic targ baby' is legit, she will get pregnant but unfortunately she is due for her third miscarriage (sns)

* ) (4/8) * She will try to hurt Jon when she finds out about his claim and she will believe this is the first (of many) betrayals * She will find out about the GC hired by C (Daario - betrayal for gold) and that Cersei lied (what special kind of idiot trusts Cersei- Sansa is literally the only character on this shit show with a brain anymore)

* 5/8) * Jon and Sam will find out about the burning of the tarlys, I also think the dothraki may have sacked the reach as well which is not a good sign for sams mum & sis (who he loves w every fibre of his being) * The dothraki and unsullied are going to get fucked up by winter. She burnt the resources and food so she can't take care of them and they have literally no experience or resistance to this climate

* 6/8) * She is going to burn kings landing. And no, other than the simple fact she's a power hungry bitch, there will be no justification (So please just stop trying to throw fake spoilers to vindicate her - your staning a antagonist, deal with it) None of this can be ignored and sorry D stans, it's not just gonna magically disappear in a plume of fire and smoke (lol) like previous seasons.

7/8) I know that her stans have become desensitised to the possibility that she will actually face true consequences because she's never really had to since S1, and as a result of D never facing them, they have come to truely believe that she's done nothing wrong. I think D&D did this on purpose. S8 will be the game changer and D&D will pull out no stops in closing off the ends they created in S3-S7 (I don't think they like D as much as people think they do).

(8/8) I know no one has faith in them anymore for many reasons, but S7 was an actual confirmation that D fan service is officially over (except for maybe the first episode of S8 Until it all gets blown to shit) I'm so fucking excited for 2k19. Also posting this to you bc you're active in the anti-D tag and want to let you know, there are more of us than you may actually think...]

I hope you’re right, Anonny!! I hope the D fan service is officially over and we’re truly given the D we all know to be real (that her stans fail to acknowledge).

But yeah, you’re totally right. I really don’t have anything to add to this at all so 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

And before D stans find this post somehow and cry about misogyny, maybe go read the Meerenese Knot essays and take note. GRRM approved of them and said ‘finally someone gets it’ and honey, it does not paint D in a good light. It’s not about misogyny or ships. It’s about reading the story for what it is. It’s about D as a character, male or female.

#anti daenerys #anti targaryen #asks #Anonymous

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