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p0pcorn-hearts · 2 days

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It's Kawaii~Chan time

I am gonna ramble about my rewrite so yknow, enter the theater with caution

I just wanna start off by saying I renamed her to Hanami, which is the Japanese word for flowers viewing, more specifically viewing cherry blossoms. I figured this fit her more "cutesy" design as well as her usually pink and white color pallette. Also excuse me if they look bad, these were made a bit ago and I, for some reason, decided it'd be best to use the mirror tool the entire time

So, for her Phoenix Drop High uniform I just redesigned the uniform and gave her the same every girl will have. I changed it to have a blazer and a longer skirt like actual school uniforms in America although I kept the socks, loafers, and bow because those all fit, I'm just also giving everyone the same pair of socks.

Her season 1 outfit has been drastically changed. I decided I wanted her to have a more lolita-esque style instead of just vaguely cute, and let's all be real here, her season 1 outfit sucked. So, I gave her a longer, puffier skirt, a shit ton of ruffles, and some cute gloves. I think now is also the time to have a little fun fact section about meif'was. Their nails and hair grow faster than humans, with their nails growing than both humans and werewolves. That's why Hanami has long nails and freakishly long hair

Next up is her adorable Love~Love Paradise outfit. I'm actually super happy with how it turned out and I'm in love with her little buns. Her bathing suit with all its ruffles was made up by me :D

Her Lover's Lane outfit is the one that went the most unchanged because it's honestly my favorite outfit of her's. It just looks the most visually appealing with the addition of dark pink being a primary color. I just changed the dress up a bit with the neckline and added ruffles

Starlight is honestly my favorite. There's just something about color block clothes that itches a scratch in my brain. The giant bow and see-through ruffles also added a lot. You cannot thank me though, I took this design from someone else's swimsuit. Her nails changing for the first time since season 1 and now having blue with the pink is also a nice nod to how she opens up to Zane about not really being herself

When Angels Fall. Oh God, When Angels Fall. I fucking *hate* their "disguises" in When Angels Fall. Buy I'll get into that later, right now, it's just Hanami. I didn't like her outfit much because she had literally never worn pants in the series before and to just suddenly toss her in a pair of jeans and t-shirt? Like it's supposed to show how drap everything is but why would she just have a t-shirt and jeans packed?? Starlight is an island resort and theme park, so most people will be wearing bathing suits, much more breathable fabrics than *jeans* and Starlight merch. That's why I gave her a different bathing suit bottom and a Starlight shirt. It's the least you can do when you're the most visually distinct character. She also is covered in bandages because cats, when stressed, will over groom and can injure themselves. So Hanami picks and scratches at her skin often due to stress so she has very chipped nail polish and is covered in bandages. Also she cut her hair (sad violin noises)

Her final outfit is for my "season 7". Jess hasn't made it but I want to eventually tie up my rewrite, so I'm making one. Me and my girlfriend refer to it as the "epilogue" although it's not really an epilogue, she just called it that once and I can't think of a better name. I gave her essentially a mix of her season 1 and Lover's Lane outfits because why not

Now that her designs are done I get to infodump about her personality (hehe)

She's basically the same as Kawaii~Chan, but I make her a better person. She doesn't manipulate Aphmau into joined her bakesale! She also tones down a lot, so while she still struggles with boundaries, especially when it comes to shipping, she doesn't have a fucking shipping shrine in her basement. She's also autistic in my rewrite, so her not getting boundaries, baking being her special interest, and her masking her behavior to fit what she thinks people want/expect of her all comes from that. Will I maybe end up projecting on her? With the shipping stuff yeah, but only because Aphmau and Kawaii~Chan made me think shipping people together until they stopped being friends with you was normal

So thats it, the exit to the theater is on the right, make sure to throw your trash away on the way out. Have a good day

#aphmau #aphblr #aphmau mystreet #aphmau rewrite #aphverse #aphmau fanart #aphmau kawaii~chan #aphmau phoenix drop high

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wooahaes · 2 years

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I would consider myself small and skinny and even I hate when writers describe readers as small 😭 it makes me so uncomfortable bc I know there are so many people reading who probably don't fit that and it's strange to me that they don't consider that when writing. it's why so try to be super conscious of how I describe reader (which I barely ever describe ANYTHING physical about them, I hate even when people describe putting hair in a ponytail or something) and even try to be conscious of actions that might not be inclusive (such as being lifted, wearing bfs shirt, etc).

I'm really sorry that you are finding so many fics that aren't inclusive :/ with smaus that use ulzzang pictures, i always try to imagine that it's just the aesthetic/pose writer is going for but it still breaks the 4th wall for me bc it sticks out like a sore thumb being like "that's not what i look like/most readers look like"

hi nonny ur cool and very nice i love u

also god... the ponytail thing gets me every time as someone who typically cuts her hair short lmao literally i kinda run my hand through my hair like how... how did i do that... magic.......

i think the thing that gets me is that it's like... really not that hard to write an inclusive reader fic imo? like why is it important for reader to be thin/tiny/petite/small/whatever word you wanna use to designate that they're small? is it really that important that you have to derail from your writing to include something like that? also, who thinks of themself like that? it's also annoying in first person (both fic and published works) when people do the "my blue eyes" shit because no one consciously thinks like that. there's a big difference between a new writer saying "i open my blue eyes and run a hand through my long blonde hair" and maybe using it to set something up. maybe your character has contacts or maybe their eye color mysteriously changed because ~magic~, or maybe they're on the run and dyed their hair and chopped it all off. but in reader fic? where the whole point is projecting onto a blank slate to imagine yourself in these situations? i don't need to tell you what you look like. you already know what you look like.

whats the point? it's fine if you want to write something for yourself and for other people like you. genuinely, it's okay to do that as long as you tag it so people know. i respect smaus with ulzzangs that outright say that the writer used pictures for reader. i'm personally not going to read them, but at least i actually get a warning. even if its easier to just not include the pictures, i respect works that tell me outright whether it'll actually be for me or not. i write chubby!reader fics sometimes where all that's specified is that reader is a bigger person. i don't think i've ever specified how big, but the sentiment is still there. people write fics for people of color and they tag them.

i think it's completely okay to write works for yourself and people like you, but it just kinda feels unfair that if you fit into this "other" category (not thin, not short, not white, etc.) you have to tag it. everyone should tag their stuff. it just makes it easier to navigate and for people to find works that they can potentially see themselves in.

anyway i don't really read smaus that aren't written by my mutuals, tbh. i think there's one i started but then went "oh i'll come back to it" and then failed to do that lmao (i'll get around to it sometime tho!! it actually seemed super cute and i don't think there were any ulzzangs Anywhere, bless).

but if you want inclusive smaus... u should check out my mutual, ursa @thepixelelf !!! she's very funny and cool and also she talks about inclusivity in fics and why its important <3 she's the one who made a lil text convo with the vernon idea i posted about he + reader saying they're expecting when they're literally just getting a cat together hehe <3 but shitty fanfiction + the entirety of been there, done that is very good!! for a completed work... u should check out first to fall (cheol x reader) <3

also you should just check out ursa in general tbh she's one of the best ppl i know and i'm very thankful to have a mutual like her? i think everyone i'm mutuals with is someone i care for a lot and people who i think are extremely kind, but ursa has the biggest heart and i truly appreciate everything she does.

#wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #one day i'll get around to making my writer recs list but i'd have to sit down and like. read through a lot of my mutuals works #and decide how to describe it + what works i'd suggest the most?#since i was gonna do a lil blurb for each and say like... why i like them and what their work brings and what i'd suggest + why #i only got through ursa and livvie's before i set the idea on the back burner since i have more writers i'd like to recommend/promo #and i just haven't really had the time or motivation to sit down and really say what i want to say #also no readmore on this one since i think its important + u should follow ursa

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rightsockjin · 4 years

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BTS Reaction: Baby mama love

warnings: Pregnancy kink, kissing, touching, baby bump kink(?), honestly all of bts would love the frick out of their baby mama’s, lost of love, fluff, nipple play, breast play, cursing, mentions of insecurity. Please let me know if there is something I missed.

a/n: OMG... I was so excited about this ask as of now I’m the only one writing reactions and I hope you enjoy this anon and of course anyone who is interested in this topic hehe... this was very fun to write but it took me too long to do it because of school but its done none the less.

Jin

You woke to Jin’s strong arms rubbing up and down your swollen stomach. You were towards the end of your second trimester and your baby bump had become very prominent. Your entire body ached, and you were an emotional wreck, but your husband, your wonderful, loving husband made sure to always put you at ease.

“Baby, wake up.” he placed a line of soft kisses down your spine. You hummed at his actions and attempted to move to face him.

“No, baby it’s okay.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit.” His hands began to slide up and down your hips. You stay still and let yourself be appreciated by your husband. He moved closer to you so that his body was flush to yours. Jin loved to make it known how grateful he was for your generous contribution of ‘mother to our child’ as he likes to say not that you really had a choice since he wouldn’t be able to carry our baby.

“Jinnie, I wanna see your handsome face, help me turn over please.” You latch onto the hand which again rested on your pregnant belly. Jin grabbed onto your shoulders and unceremoniously flipped you over onto your other side. As soon as your eyes met his lips clashed with yours.

“My anea is so beautiful.” He moved a loose strand of hair from your face and placed it behind your ear. He reached for the blanket covers and pulled it off of the bed. You whined his name as the cold air hit your warm body. He gestured for you to sit up against the headboard. You settled against it and waited to see what Jin wanted.

He sat next to me and just let his eyes run up and down your body. His hand settled on your tummy and his face came down next to his arms.

“Hi baby Haesol, it’s your appa…I just wanted to say thank you.” He placed a small peck on your belly right above your navel.

“Your eomma looks absolutely beautiful right now and I cannot get enough of her gorgeous body.” he cupped his hand around his mouth as if he was whispering a secret to your little boy.

“Honestly… sometimes I just look at her and I just don’t think I can control myself. I just wanna eat her up. Like right now, she looks stunning. I have to go baby boy, I need to take care of your beautiful mama.”

“Oh, my gosh, Jin, don't tell him that!” you said as you gently smacked his shoulder.

“What? This way he’ll hear me better!”

Yoongi

You reach for your favorite pair of jeans excited to get ready for the day. You gather up some accessories and a variety of tops to complete your look. It had been around three months since you found out you were pregnant and today you would have the first ultrasound. You had been doing some research and found out that today you might know the approximate birthday of your baby. Yoongi had decided to ask for a half day to accompany you to your appointment and he had messaged you saying that he was almost done with his work for the day. Yoongi being the loving husband he was, said he would pick up food on his way home to enjoy before you leave to the OBGYN clinic.

You took your belongings and set them on the bed and took a second to look at your reflection in the full-length mirror in your shared room. You lifted the large t-shirt you had worn to sleep and placed your delicate hand on your growing tummy. You looked at the way your body had begun to change. Your legs had swollen a little not used to the extra amount of weight you had put on. You look further up your body and you take notice of your hips. They had begun to widen, not a substantial amount but enough to be noticeable at least to you. Your eyes traveled further up and landed on your swollen tummy. You delicately placed your small hand on the swell of your stomach. You smiled happily at the thought of your future.

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi said from the doorway of your room. He walked slowly behind you and placed his hands on top of yours. He lowered his head to fit in the crook of my neck, he placed a few sparse kisses on the little skin that was exposed. He hummed into your ear. “and our baby is going to keep growing in here.” His hands rubbed up and down your exposed tummy.

His soft hands left goosebumps in their wake. Yoongi had expressed to you how excited he was to see my body grow to accommodate your child and he made sure to never let you feel insecure in your developing body. So to accommodate for your growing insecurities he only ever presented you with love and adoration anytime you had the chance to be together.

“I’m excited for our appointment today,” you said as you nuzzled yourself into his warm body.

“Me too, but you look so good now baby,” his hands slid up under your oversized sized shirt and cupped your tender chest. “and you. Are just. Going. To keep. Getting. Sexier. And sexier.” His words were emphasized but his plush lips which pressed softly into the skin of your neck. His hands played tenderly with your soft skin.

“I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you jagiya.”

Hoseok

“Baby mama what are you doin’?” Hobi walked into your shared room, excited to see what you had been up to while he was at work. You look back at him with a glowing smile.

“I want to see which of my clothes still fit me. As far as jeans, as of now… I have one pair that fits me.” You turn towards your husband, giddy with excitement now that he was home. You reach for the button of the jeans you had on and pull at it to hopefully shut it but to no avail. Hoseok walked towards you and placed his hands on your hips and looked straight into your eyes. He moved his hands to the small of your back and slithered his hands into the back pockets. He rests his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He begins to lead your body to the beat of the song playing in his head and together you sway in the silence of your house.

“I can’t wait to see you grow more pregnant, Sunshine. Though I won’t lie,” his hand moves down to where your butt meets your thighs and gives it a firm squeeze, followed by a soft pat. “I’m really going to miss your ass in these jeans.” He grabbed your hand and raised it above your head, procedeeding to spin you slowly. His free hand stops you when you're facing away from him. He pulls you so the swell of your behind is pressed up against his slim figure. Once again, he guides your body to the beat of the song that wasn’t playing. His slender hands roam over your developing curves. They move around you as if he’d never felt your body. Two years of dating and three years of marriage had made the two of you experts when it came to each other’s bodies. Though right now Hoseok seemed to be hesitant to let himself enjoy you like he did in the past.

“God, you're so perfect, Sunshine.” You led him to the bed that was in the middle of your room and sat him at the foot of it. He spread his legs on the edge of the bed which gave you the opportunity to slot yourself between his muscular thighs. He smiled up at you and let his hands settle on your small baby bump under the shirt you were wearing. He leaned forwards to press a couple of quaint kisses to the apex of your tummy.

“Thank you so much, beautiful.” His face nuzzled into your stomach and hummed into your warm skin.

Namjoon

You’d been lounging around your house all day watching Netflix and doing other random ‘busy work’ Namjoon asked you to do. Since you had gone onto maternity leave you had a lot of time on your hands, so your wonderful husband always came home with projects and things for you to keep busy around the house. Recently you had begun to decorate the nursery and the two of you had decided on the theme of the room. So you began to paint the walls to look like a forest, alongside some cute woodland creatures that are scattered across the room.

“Y/n baby, I’m home!” You heard the door open and your husband’s shoes hit the floor as he threw them on the ground after removing them. Ever since you had become pregnant, Namjoon was excited to get home and just spend time with you. Now that you were in the first week of your third trimester your husband had become extra protective of you. He made sure you were eating good foods, getting in the necessary amount of sleep and making sure to help you destress if you ever did manage to get wound up.

“Hey, hon I’m painting in the nursery.” The clap of Namjoon’s house slippers echoed through the house as he approached the room you were in.

“How’s it coming along?” He slid his arms under the straps of your overalls and massaged your straining shoulders. You rested your head on his large hand and enjoyed his impromptu massage.

“Pretty good I think, I just need to try to match this brown and a few other colors, but I have a pretty good idea of what I want it to look like.” You point with your palette knife in the direction of the deer you had been working on for the past few days. You and Namjoon stood looking at the doe. It seemed like time stopped as you both looked at the solitary animal.

“You and the doe have the same eyes.” He placed a small kiss on your collar bone and smiled into your skin. “Also, I like what you're wearing today.”

He grabbed the straps of your tank top and snapped them on your shoulder. You scoffed at his small transgression and patted his thigh behind you. A moan slipped out of Namjoon’s plush lips and a smug smile crept its way on your glowing face.

“Oh, now I know why you were excited to get home?” You shift back into his hold while his hands slither down to your inner thighs.

“Baby, I mean come on,” he whined “just look at you.” He kissed the nape of your neck “You look so beautiful pregnant, Mama. From the ways your eyes glitter, to the way your lips got plumper, even your hair shines more.”

“yeah okay kiss up old man. You’re still short and i’m still fat”

He ignored your sassy comment instead he takes in a deep breath and cups your breasts in his big hands. “Your chest too, and your wider hips. Hmm? Not to mention your belly, God you’re so damn gorgeous.”

“I love you Joon.”

“I love you too Bambi.”

Jimin

“Jagiya~ I have something for you.” Jimin sang into the quiet house. He walked for a little while anxious to see you.

“Y/n? Where are you, Angel??” He yelled out again into your shared apartment.

“I’m running a bath, Minnie. Join me?'' The water coming out of the faucet made the bubbles in the bath water swirl around in the tub. It had been a while since you got to spend some time with your husband so you thought to spoil your man. Things had been a little hectic. The boys were working on some music for the comeback and with you being close to the third trimester of your pregnancy, it didn’t help to reduce the stress Jimin was subjected to. So any chance you got you tried to make things easier for you husband since he had been extra loving and patient through your pregnancy. You heard a soft knock at the door and giggled.Even though you had been together for over five years, he still made you feel butterflies and giddy excitement when you got to spend time together.

“Come in, the bath is almost ready.” Jimin walks in hesitantly as if he was afraid of what was beyond the closed bathroom. You had set up a string of purple LED lights to give the room its ambient. Music also began to play softly. His hands are hidden behind his back and a goofy smile is plastered on his face as you approach him.

“I had a surprise for you, but I feel like you’ve got me beat.” He sets whatever he had in his hands on the countertop. He grabs onto your biceps and rubs them tenderly. “You are too good to me,” he affirmed as he rubbed his nose against yours. Your hands find the purchase of his waist and wrap tightly around it.

“Wait baby, what did you bring?” You rub small circles on the base of his spine. He shrugs out of your hold and grabs the small box from behind him and hands it to you. You pull at the pale pink ribbon and tear the wrapping paper.

“Jimin, you didn’t?” Inside the box was a small pale pink and blue Hanbok. Woven within the fabric of the skirt were threads of gold which shimmered when you moved the fabric around. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“I thought we could use this for when she turns one… you know for the Doljanchi ceremony.” Without hesitation you kiss his soft lips. You part your lips to allow your husband to explore your mouth with his tongue. You smile into the kiss.

“Let's get in the bath, yeah?” You nod and undress quickly. Jimin grabs your hand and leads you over and into the warm water. You sit down slowly with the guidance of your husband and he follows in to sit in front of you. He pats his legs and you hesitantly straddle his lap. You see a glimmer of lust in his eyes as they scan down your pregnant body. He cups your swollen breasts and rubs softly on your tender nipples. His head drifts down to nestle in bust.

“Fucking perfect.” He breathed out.

Taehyung

“Let me see you in the purple one?” He asked, though it sounded more like a command. You turn swiftly and grab the next pair of lingerie from the box Tae had brought home for you. The velvet fabric felt luxurious as you brought the bralette up against your chest. You had started to grow uncomfortable with your body since your baby bump started showing, and now that you had begun to produce milk your chest had become a problem area for you. Not that you didn’t like how you looked. You just weren’t used to having these new dimensions. You expressed this negativity to your husband, but he was having none of it and promised to make sure to always let you know how beautiful you looked even when you felt the opposite. That night the two of you stayed up just talking about your struggle and how these changes were affecting your mental health. So, you decided to really have patience with yourself and with the help of Taehyung you would find comfort in your body once again.

It had been a while since you had had that conversation with your husband and through your pregnancy you learned to thrive in your pre-partum body and found that you actually were enjoying your new figure. You felt confident. Even though the pregnancy had been difficult, you found a great amount of self-worth. Tae had noticed your shift in attitude and decided to help you grow even more comfortable in some more intimate situations.

You looked into the full-length mirror in your room and cautiously put on the lingerie that you had brought into the room. It fit you really well with the exception of your chest, you had grown a little and Tae hadn’t taken that into account. You fluff your hair and inspect your makeup before heading back to the living room where Tae was waiting for you. The patter of your feet is heard as you waddled towards your partner.

Tae sat comfortably on the couch, his legs were spread open and his hands grabbed at the back of his neck. His eyes seemed to be closed but his brow were furrowed. The light in the room made his honey skin glimmer. You noticed that he had undone one of the buttons on his white button up which exposed more of his soft golden skin.

“Tae, look please.” You said quietly as to not break the ambient of the room. His eyes open slowly as his head lifts off the back rest of the couch. He looks at you and lifts one hand up to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, you look good. Turn for me, sweetness. I bet the back looks just as good.” You nod at his request and turn slowly to face away from him. He hisses loudly at your appearance.

“Come here, sweetheart. I wanna see it up close.” His word had become slurred from what you assumed to be lust. You waddle as sexily as you could towards your husband. He chuckles softly at your attempt and grabs on to your rotund hips. His lips meet the apex of your baby bump where he places a hand up to your tender chest. His hand slides in between the fabric of your panties and your heat while the other reaches up to softly play with your engorged nipple through the velvet of the bralette.

“I’m such a lucky man, the mother of my babies.” He kissed around your exposed chest “My wife… is the most beautiful woman in existence. You don’t even know how grateful I am to be with you, Sweetness.”

Jungkook

Jungkook was so excited when he had found out you were expecting a child, so excited that he bought a brand-new camera just to take pictures of you throughout your pregnancy to see your tummy grow. Every day after work he made sure to take an aesthetic picture of you to eventually make a scrapbook to give to you for your next anniversary. Today he called you excitedly asking you to fill the bathtub with water, JUST water, he emphasized, so when he texted you that he was five minutes away you began to fill the tub with hot water. You hear the quiet buzz of the keypad as Jungkook put in the code to your apartment.

“Baby girl I’m home, did you fill the bathtub!” His voice ricocheted throughout the house.

“Yes, Bun I’m filling it up as we speak.” He set his bag down and took his camera and the lights and brought them with him to your restroom. He set the lights up and slung his camera around his neck.

“Baby, can you put on that pretty red robe, the really long one that’s transparent.” He looked down at you with his big bright eyes and sent you a loving smile. You walk out to your room and your husband continues fixing the bathtub. He grabbed a couple of the roses and removed the petals from the stem tossing the loose petals into the water. He took a few of the tea candles and placed them in the tub to see how they float in the bath. Content with the candles, he continued to fiddle with the color of the lighting until he found a setting that he knew would compliment your skin tone.

Your footsteps patter on the glossy tile. This alerted Jungkook to your presence. He turned to see you in the luxurious red garment. His eyes travel down the expanse of your body and he feels his member twitch in his grey joggers. He whispers a quiet wow under his breath. A flash of light reflects off the shiny tile. Jungkook looked down at his hands and noticed that his finger was on the shutter release.

“Eomeo.” He chuckled

“Get in the tub baby and just relax for me.” You reach out for Jungkook so he could help you get into the bath carefully. The fabric of your robe swirled around in the tub majestically, the rose petals splayed around your glowing figure. The candles bobbed softly around you, the set up made you feel expensive, luxurious, and sexy. You had to give it to Jungkook. He really had an eye for visual effect.

“I’m going to start okay?” He lifted the camera up to his face. He moved around you to find all of the best angles. Every once in a while, he’d give you instructions for the poses he wanted you in. After a couple of minutes, you begin to notice your husband's focus waning. Your gaze sweeps down his frame until your eyes land on his hardened member.

“Kookie, you’re hard.” You smile up at him innocently.

“How could I not be, Beautiful.” He walks up close to the tub. He reaches down to grab your chin with his thumb and forefinger. He pulls your face up to sear your lips in a passionate kiss.

“My baby girl is so sexy.” He bites harshly onto your bottom lip. “Seeing you like this… with your swollen breast, and your beautiful baby bump.” His hand reached down into the water and settles on your tummy.

“Just, I don’t know… I…it makes me want you so damn much.”

~AdMin

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hallabongie · 3 years

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miya atsumu massive flirt

a/n: hey there! i wanted to start off by saying thank you for the love on my last post. never thought it would get as much attention as it did. its been a while since i last wrote something (sorry about that hehe) but here’s a short little something about atsumu that i thought was fitting. it’s suggestive but doesn’t go into detail too much. not proof read and it just me spitting out ideas but i hope at least some people can enjoy?

its not news that atsumu is a flirt alright like come on we all know what he would be like

but like imagine you are just standing at the kitchen island mindlessly scrolling through you twitter feed

you hear the door of your apartment open as atsumu just returned from practice “babbbe yer boyfriend is backk did ya miss me??”

you question why you ever gave him the spare key to your place

suddenly you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind giving you a tight squeeze, his chin resting on your shoulder

“what do you want” you sigh out not turning around because you already know atsumu is wearing a big smug grin on his face

“nothin. jus’ wanna hold ya”

“mmhmm” is all you say

“whatcha doin” he whispers in your ear, lips slightly brushing against them

“enjoying my peace and quiet before you showed up”

“babyyyyy ive been at practice for like 3 hourssss why are you ignorin meeeeee !!!” he whines

“alright alright calm down” you chuckle and turn your head to place a kiss on his cheek “nice to see you too”

“ya busy right now?” *insert this boys eyebrows raising* as you feel his hands begin to slip under the bottom of your shirt creeping up the front of your stomach

“yeah actually i am. my twitter became real interesting all of a sudden”

“more interesting than yer very pent up boyfriend right who would really like to spend some quality time in the bedroom?” he breathes down your neck

you wish after all this time his tactics wouldnt have this great of an effect on you but low and behold the tingling feeling down your back and warm blush making its way across your cheeks

“babe you just came back from practice you gotta showerrr” you breathlessly let out, trying to wiggle your way out of his strong hold, your twitter is very much disregarded now

“had time after practice to shower so im all good honeybunch” atsumu smirks before his lips attach to that special spot behind your ear. the one he knows will make things turn towards his favor

“tsumu-” you gasp as you feel the nip of his teeth and tongue lap at your skin

“no excuses now” he teases. this cocky motherfucker

you manage to move around in his grasp so youre now facing him. both of your arms pushing at his chest (very firm chest may i add) to get him out of your face. his close proximity still gives you butterflies even after dating him for years

he grips your wrists and brings them to under this shirt. and we all know what’s under the shirt (aHEM some nice abs is what)

“Ay! stop stop fine fine! i-i need to shower then !” you stutter out trying to pull your hands back blushing harder than ever. he doesn’t budge

making eye contact with atsumu you can see the growing glint in his eyes. he pulls you closer until the point where your noses are touching “no ya dont. i dont care. i couldnt give two fucks right now, come on babe nice try”

“miya atsum-” your cut off by him leaning down and capturing your lips in his own, his tongue finding its way to yours almost suffocating you. you feel one of his thighs (OH SO MUSCULAR THIGHS AHHHH) slip in between your legs pressing upwards

“i’ll make it worth ya while” he says and he leans back admiring the shocked expression on your face before grabbing behind you knees, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. not missing the chance to land a light slap on your ass

“ H-HEY WHOA LET ME DOWN YOU IDIOT IM GONNA FALL” you begin hitting his back over and over again

he’s making a beeline to the bedroom “please, i’d never let that happen”

he plops you down on the bed towering over you as he grabs the bottom of his shirt beginning to strip (you know how guys do it like when they cross their arms and begin to pull it off right?)

shirtless atsumu crawls his way to be right above your face that you are trying to desperately cover with your hands so he can’t see you profusely blushing

you can feel his body heat as he’s practically lying on top of you and it’s only making you hotter

he takes both of your hands in one of his and pins them both above your head interlocking his fingers with yours before he leans down right next to your ear with a devilish smile

“ya can shower during round two”

and lets just say no amount of showers could cleanse you of what you both did that day...

#haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #miya atsumu #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu imagines #miya atsumu drabbles #miya atsumu headcanons #haikyuu inarizaki #inarizaki team #inarizaki fluff #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu suggestive #haikyuu suggestive #miya astumu

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himitsukki · 4 years

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𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙞 // 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩

warnings: none! (now edited <333)

wc: 1,927

happy birthday, my little flirefly.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ☼ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

when you first met tsukishima kei, you thought he was an asshole.

now, as your boyfriend of almost two years, he’s still an asshole… that you love.

it always comes off as a surprise when you inform people about your relationship, because, quite frankly, you both seem like polar opposites: you’re a person who can calm people’s hearts with just your presence. you always try to offer help, and you try your best to be nice, because you know the world needs it. and, it’s always free of charge.

tsukishima, on the other hand…

“i told that bastard to get away from you at lunch.“

“kei!“ you scold him with his name. “i told you before, he’s not doing anything bad!“ your boyfriend continues to complain about your classmate who “keeps staring at you”, ranting so fast that you can barely understand his words through the sounds of the video chat.

despite the fact that he always picks the video chat option over the voice call whenever he calls you at night, it’s almost always just him doing his homework, with his phone leaned against the wall, or him doing his chores from around the house, with the back camera on and his phone tucked into the waistband of his shorts; you can’t recall having a total “proper” one-on-one video chat with him, with your phones directly in front of you and replicating a face-to-face conversation .

you’ve grown accustommed to his antics, however, and grown to love how it feels so domestic to just casually ask each other about your days. you even keep track of his chores in the tsukishima hoursehold, especially after the incident when his mother told him to turn the oven off after fifteen minutes and he forgot because he was in the middle of arguing what the correct answer was to that day’s homework.

you’re currently folding laundry on your bed and decided that while you’re at it, you’ll reorganize your entire wardrobe. you had your phone rested on top of two pillows and leaned against the headboard, you took a seat by the lower half of the bed to have you visible in your camera, but with various clothes thrown atop your sheets and pillows and even draping on your headboard, you’ve lost sight of your phone. you can only hear the slightly muffled voice of your boyfriend, now that it’s buried somewhere deep in your clothes.

“hurry up already, we still have homework to do.“

“i’m sorrryy!“ you whined, quickening your pace at folding your shirts into a neat pile. “i don’t know why i even decided to do this, this is a complete waste of time.”

“at least your closet will be organized,“ he tries to reason. you whine that it’ll only stay that way for a couple of weeks, and he tells you you’re an idiot because you’ll be the one at fault for that.

“just the jackets and sweatshirts left, then i’ll be done,“ you inform him after a few minutes of silence. it’s not rare for the two of you to be silent while calling each other; both of you actually enjoy the silence, and neither of you feel obligated to fill the silence with talking, especially if it’s just about nonsense. it’s just nice that he’s still with you despite the day having ended and that he’s one bus ride away from you.

“do you still have that jacket? the one i gave you when you dug out my closet a few weeks ago?“

“uhh...” you ruffle through the remaining clothes on top of your bed. “is it the purple one? with the cresent moon at the—“

“—back of the hood? yeah.“ you fished out the said jacket and tried it on, enjoying the impossibly soft material that’s only possible through years of constant wearing.

it fits perfectly.

“it still bothers me how ten year old you and current me most likely have the same size.“

“you’re just small and short,“ he snorts. “i bet it’s even slightly loose on you, especially at the sleeves.“

“yeah,“ you agree as you pull the cuff of the sleeve to their maximum potential without stretching the fabric too much. “it’s hanging just a little bit past the tips of my fingers.“

“you’re forever a shortcake, [name].“

“listen, i never asked to be short, okay?“ you complain, but you can’t deny that you’re smiling as you joke around with your boyfriend.

it’s beyond comforting that he’d given you his clothing from his childhood. you didn’t even ask for it (as you do with his other clothing), but you remember organizing his closet and seeing a pile of clothes that he “kept” from childhood, and when you asked him about it, he pulled out what he said was his favorite, gave it to you with a teasing smirk and said “you’d definitely fit in this.“

“hey,“ he starts. “hurry up.“ you dismiss him by sticking out your tongue even though you know he doesn’t see you, but tsukishima knows you too much to actually do that reaction, then scolds you for being childish while teasing you about doing that even he can’t even see it.

“heeeeey.” he drags. “it’s almost nine pm.”

“i know, i only have the jackets left. sorry,” you mumbled a genuine apology, aware that tsukishima’s tired from class and volleyball practice. how he’s able to balance being a student athlete while claiming to “not care about the sport”, you’ll never know.

“hey,” he starts once again.

“last two jackets, i promise—“

“i love you.“ you nearly drop the last jacket from your hands and look over where your phone is, finally locating it with it’s screen facing the sheets; his voice was low and muffled, but you heard it loud and clear. slowly, you reached for your phone, turned it over and see him properly facing the camera, his head turned to the side with his eyes checking up his screen for your reaction every few seconds.

“that’s unfair, you’re telling me that over call? and i wasn’t even in the video chat?“

“it’s rare that i even tell you ‘i love you’ and you complain about it?” he asks, his voice monotonous but his lips growing into a small that you’ve only seen him do when he’s really happy. “unbelievable.“

“i’m done with the clothes,“ you announce, placing your phone back to its initial spot as you transfer the piles of clothes back into your closet.

“great, it only took you almost an hour, congrats shortcake.“

“thanks, asshole. you’re the best boyfriend ever.“

the night continues on with doing your homework together (and fighting over which formula to use because you’re in different classes and have different teachers, for some reason) and just before you get ready for sleep, you let the call run a little longer as you do your night time routine.

“do you actually do this everyday?“ he asks when you tell him every step of your skincare routine. “i only do the basics. that’s so tiring to do everyday.”

“you’re complaining and you’re not even the one doing it… ‘kay then.“ you jokingly roll your eyes at him as you gently pat your final layer of moisturizer on your skin. “at least i’m taking care of my skin. they’re a wonderful organ.“

“okay, weirdo.“

he proceeds to continually pester you to go to bed as it’s almost eleven, and you both have to get up at five so you can meet up an hour later at his house (his mom adores you) and walk to school together, but you ignore him and his groans of complaint as you slow your pace to annoy him even further (then he threatens to end the call, so you run to your bedroom and flop down on your bed immediately.)

“end the call. i’m tired, i wanna sleep.“

“you know you’re suppossed to go all “nooo, i don’t wanna end the call” or “you end the call, hehe” right, kei?“ he glares at you through the screen, and you can only laugh in response since his cheeks are squished on one side of his face as he’s lying down on his side. instead of intimidating, he looks adorable.

“i’m too tired to even lift a finger,“ he says as he closes his eyes. for almost a minute, you let the call drag on, enjoying the comforting sound of his breathing and the sight of his relaxed face.

it’s rare enough to see him so unguarded and at ease; it’s in moments like these where you continuously remind yourself to appreciate and be thankful of every little thing in your relationship.

that being said…

“hey,“ you start. he hums a reply, but you won’t take that as an answer.

“hey,“ you start once again.

“what? i was already enjoying the silenc—“

“i love you.” the second you see his eyes open, you rush to greet him a goodnight as best as you can without giggling before immediately ending the call and muting your notifications for that app until five am.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ☼ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

tomorrow starts smoothly with a wake-up call from tsukishima, your monring already complete with the sight of his bloated face and crusty eyes. he knows that you don’t care about his appearance, so he lets you see his worst visuals (in your eyes, however, he’s still unfairly handsome with all of that.)

you quickly got ready for the day; time flew by fast, and soon you’re ringing the doorbell at his gate, waving and greeting at his mom (who’s also the same thing) and greeting your boyfriend a good morning by taking out his (well, now your) jacket from last night.

he eyes you as you put it on. he’s unable to surpress his smile when he sees that the sleeves are, indeed, hanging a bit past your fingertips.

“i told you, you’re be forever a shortcake.”

“you’ve called me "shortcake” so many times, it doesn’t really mean like an insult anymore,“ you noted out loud, looking up at him through your lashes. "it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore.”

“well you are a shortcake, shortcake.”

“annoying,” you playfully chide him with a roll of your eyes. at that action, he scoffs and grabs you by the sleeves, pulling you closer and reminding you to bring out your (matching) headphones since he’ll be plugging in the audio splitter.

“what do you wanna listen to?” you hum as you think about it, but tell him to go for whatever he feels like.

you let the clean tones from the guitar relax you, enveloping you in an atmosphere where you feel like you’re starring in an anime or some kind of movie. honestly, you feel as you are in one, because you know your type of relationship isn’t all that usual, complete opposites and all.

with the leaves turning orange and falling slowly around you, the visuals only supplement the atmosphere, the song sounding like the OST to your and tsukishima’s story.

suddenly, you feel his finger nudging itself between the gaps of your fingers and trapping one of them in it’s grasp. looking down, you see his pinky bent at the joints to hold your little finger captive. it’s shaped like a crescent.

looking up, you see him audibly clearing his throat, awkwardly looking away when he sees you noticing. the faint blush on his cheeks makes you laugh, and you feel the atmosphere increase tenfold.

you’ll happily be in any movie, only if it’s him by your side.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ☼ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

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the-acid-pear · 3 years

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Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

#luly talks #btg #i ran out of space but that's good cuz im sleepy and have 3% of battery lol #i wanted to reach chapter 260 but this works #14 last episodes for tomorrow woo #baki liveblog

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alri-xo · 4 years

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Quarantine: Shades of Pink (StevexPregnant!Reader)

A/N: Hi again! Soooo yeah. Quarantine has been ticking me off lately cos I dont have much to do... On top of that, I just want to be creative today and make a fic. I see y'all didnt fancy the last fic I made since it's not in line with the current world issue of quarantine. Soooo im here to make one more for ya... This might turn into a preference sooner or later if I keep adding more and more... But, yeah... so I hope you enjoy Steve and you being pregnant... Bonus at the end hehe

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) x Pregnant!Reader

Word count: idk.

Warnings: Language and fluff

Normal POV

You're at the common room, sitting on the couch as you read yet again, another J.K. Rowling book, as you love Harry Potter so much as much as you do the other books. It's actually of the only things that keep you going during quarantine, and 34 weeks pregnant to you and Steve's twin girls.

You sighed as you felt kicks, both sides of your tummy. The babies active as you try to relax yourself. Sam looks at you with a wierd face as he watches your tummy move.

"Don't fuck with me y/n you're doing this on purpose!" He said kinda scared shitless as he watched your tummy form moving bumbs under Steve's shirt you were wearing...

You laughed a little and shrugged it off, "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not..."

You felt the couch sink beside you, as Steve sat down. Grinning, his baby blues twinkling as he looks at you then your belly...

"Language, Sam..." he said as he planted a kiss on your temple, "The babies are listening..."

You giggled as he knelt in front of you, his puppy dog eyes asking for permission to lift the shirt to expose your large bump, which is due in a few weeks.

You nodded as he lifted the garment, exposing your tummy. You became bashful, as you saw stretch marks all over your growing tummy. He grinned and he kissed your bump, tickling you with his beard, cooing at your unborn children.

"You know, your mommy's pretty... and the marks on her tummy make her more prettier..." he cooed as he kissed your tummy again, looking at you as you smiled, not minding his grammar to express more to what he wants to say.

Your belly moved at every word that Steve spoke... You immediately knew that the girls will be both daddy's girls when they grow into toddlers as they loved his voice.

"And daddy will give you everything you want..." you grinned as Steve chuckled smiling at you and kissing your hand, bloated by the excess fluid in your pregnant body.

"Exactly..."

Few Weeks Later~

"One will be named Toni and the other one Starr..." Tony said outside you and Steve's shared bedroom.

"Natasha and Natalia sounds better..." Natasha retorted as they continued to bicker on the baby names.

"Either way, they are already born. It's Steve and y/n's choice on what name to choose. They are their flesh and blood anyway..." Vision said in his stoic voice.

You and Steve decided for you to give birth at the tower, since the Corona Virus in the United States is still scaring everyone. Including you, thinking that your babies won't be safe at even a private hospital.

A few minutes passed and they heard the first baby cry. Everybody's ears pressed against the door and wall of the bedroom.

"Oh my god, she's coming... she's coming..." you whimpered, muffled through the walls and door of the room. Faces of panic and excitement were exchanged among the rest of the Avengers, except for Bucky who looks confused as to why they are so interested hearing a birthing woman screaming her lungs out.

A few pushes later, the second cry was heard. Everybody cheered as they heard you and Steve cry a little

"They're beautiful."

Steve opened the door, teary eyed as he just saw his flesh and blood for the first time times two. He wiped away the tears as he smiled...

"They look perfect... You wanna see them?" He asked, the door slightly open, just to fit his body.

They all nodded as they entered the room. Crying and smiling as they saw the two bundles of joy cradled in your arms. One in a soft pink blanket and the other in a Barbie pink one.

"Avengers, meet Blair Natalia and Toni Serene Rogers..."

Your little girls, had your hair color, Steve's blues and nose and your smile. Both healthy and beautiful, peacefully resting on your chest, each on either of your arms.

They held back tears as they talked about how pretty they look. A seamless blend of both their parent's features.

Natasha looked at Tony as they both got their way in a way, at least, as they sometimes tend to treat everything as a wager. Bucky smiled as he hugged Steve as he told him that he had to name at least one of the babies in homage to his best friend.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading! I really enjoyed writing this...

~Alri

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sevenstarsinning · 4 years

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Hi guys! I loved the Reditz story you wrote! (With a lil hint of Turles hehe) Can I maybe request a Raditz story as well, where reader decides to take care of him after he’s been resurrected and they kinda slowly start liking each other. Your writing styles are so nice and immersive! Keep up the good work ✨🙌

I hope this is okay!

“All I’m saying is next time the delivery guy knocks on the door, don’t answer.”

“I don’t like them showing up unannounced. Why doesn’t this bother you, earthling?”

“You picked him up by the neck and made him piss his pants, Raditz. That’s what bothers me. He was just delivering a package.” You grabbed the large box and carried it to the kitchen to get a knife. Slicing through the tape, you lifted the cardboard flaps to reveal the new outfit you bought Raditz. If he was going to start leaving the house sometimes, he needed to look at least somewhat normal.

“Take these,” you said, passing him new pants, a shirt, and boxers, “I’ll meet you in your room in a minute. I have one more thing to grab.”

“I’m not an invalid, I can dress myself.” He towered over you but all of the fear you had when it came to him disappeared within a few days after you found him in that field. He could definitely still be intimidating, but he was also a teddy bear and it showed every now and then. It had become your personal goal to bring that out a little more each day.

“Obviously you can dress yourself, I just need to see if they fit. You’re not exactly the size of a normal guy,” you explained, sorting through the rest of the box contents. “Shoo, go to your room.”

“I’ve killed for much less than that, tiny human,” he warned, glaring down at you.

“Ya know, you’ve said that more than once, so, either kill me or stop saying it.” You smacked his chest and pushed him down the hallway towards his room.

“Are most humans this small and annoying?” He grumbled, walking backwards down the hallway because you weren’t nearly strong enough to push him on your own.

“Nope, just me. Lucky you.”

He backed into the bedroom and laid his new clothes on the bed.

“Strip,” you ordered, turning towards the bedside table to deposit some other small things to help make him stand out a little less. His hair was going to be an absolute bitch to tame.

"What if I wanted to keep the clothes I had on?" He asked.

You turned around to see him standing at the foot of the bed completely naked and nothing could’ve prepared you for how amazing his body was.

“Fuck… are you really happy wearing a tie-dye shirt from the stoner next door and board shorts?” You tried to focus on his face but you could still see that monster down below in your peripheral.

"Stoner?" He tilted his head like a confused puppy.

"Weed. You know what, nevermind. At least try the new clothes on, please?" You needed him covered before you made a very stupid decision with an alien you found in a field. Given the severe lack of intimacy over the last year, it didn't sound like the worst idea.

You watched as he got dressed and when it came time to pull the jeans on, you crossed your fingers that his insanely muscular legs wouldn't rip the denim. Not that you cared much about the pair of pants, you just really needed to see him wearing them for a bit.

Once he was done, you circled around him. Everything seemed to fit, much to your surprise.

"These pants, are they supposed to fit like this?" He asked, looking down at the pair of skinny jeans he managed to squeeze his big ass legs into.

"Mmhmm," you grinned, checking out the way his ass looked in those jeans. It was the sole reason you bought them in the first place.

"Why are you ogling, human?" He stepped towards you, watching your every move and reaction to him.

"I'm not ogling, just making sure you don't look ridiculous when you leave the house."

"Why would I leave? Your accommodations are modest but much better than the field." The closer he got, the more you wanted to climb him like a tree.

"So, the only reason you want to stay here is because of my house?"

"Should there be another reason other than food and shelter?" His brow raised slightly as he regarded you.

“No,” you answered simply and turned to leave.

Before you could reach the hallway, he stopped you, grabbing your wrist to spin you around with ease.

“Are you in heat, human?” He sniffed the air around you and suddenly it felt like you were losing your mind. Perhaps Raditz, the ridiculously attractive self proclaimed warrior from an alien race, wasn’t there at all. Maybe you finally cracked and he was just a very hot figment of your imagination.

“Alright, you can’t be saying shit like that.” You tugged on the hem of his shirt to smooth it out.

He tilted your head up with the tip of his finger. “You want something.”

"Don't we all?" You were calm on the outside but inside you were begging your unexpected roommate to lean down and kiss you. It didn't matter that he claimed to be from another planet and had a fluffy brown tail around his waist that he occasionally let free.

"Sure, but that's not an answer. What do you want, sweetheart?"

Your breath caught in your throat at the pet name. Something had definitely changed since you nursed him back to health but until that moment, you had done a pretty good job of pushing it aside.

"I want… " you paused, unsure if that was a line you should cross. "I want you on your knees so I can figure out how to make your hair stand out a little less."

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he dropped down to his knees. He was nearly at eye level and you quickly realized how bad you fucked up when your eyes met his. Weeks of him acting like a fish out of water were gone in an instant, replaced by an air of confidence. Living on Earth was new. But making people fall for him? That was something he had a lot of experience with.

You distracted yourself from the sexual tension with his hair but every time you moved back around to the front, his face was inches away from getting buried in your chest.

"Okay, I have no idea how to tame this so we'll just have to deal with people staring," you sighed and tossed a bottle of styling gel on the bed.

Strong hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer. Your hands immediately moved up to rest on his shoulders.

"So, what do you humans do on a first date?" Raditz asked, keeping his gaze on you.

"Why do you wanna know that?"

A big smile lit up his handsome face and the answer to your question became clear.

Raditz wanted to take you on a date.

#raditz x reader #supremeleadershitlord

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korra-the-red-lion · 3 years

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Unnatural Affairs. Chapter 1: Move In Day.

(Ally)

The first day of university was one of those exciting yet absolutely terrifying things. Luckily, it was just move in day and that gave me a week reprieve before I actually went to my first class. Still, the anxiety of moving away from home was something you couldn’t help, even if you don’t always get along your parents. Being on your own, expected to fend for yourself alone. That made me shiver to my core.

The car bumped along the road as we approached the campus. My dad said something to my mom under his breath, for her ears only. I didn’t mind, too busy focusing on the school buildings coming into view. It wasn’t a massive campus, but that fit me just fine. I grew up in a small town, so a smaller university was the least overwhelming choice for me to pick. I originally got accepted into Chester University, but with a student population of 45,000, I could feel my heart rate increase just reading about it. My dad was disappointed that I didn’t go to Perkins, his alma mater, but it was just so far away and quite frankly, had a reputation as a party school. No, not for me, thank you very much. I liked that Mount Seamus had a small student population (only 3,000) and was close enough to home that I could go back if I needed to (only an hour and half drive).

“Alexandra,” said my mom, looking over her shoulder, “how are you feeling?”

I tore my gaze away from the window. “A little nervous, if I’m being honest. Excited too, but mostly nervous.”

She smiled at me. “Perfectly normal. I think you’ll be great, sweetie.”

I smiled back at her, before returning my eyes back to the window. We were rolling up to the drop off spot for students. My parents would drop me off there and take my things to my room. I was happy for a chance to be away from them for a short time. I loved them, but sometimes they could be a tad bit stifling. It will be nice to be able to explore on my own for awhile before having to do the whole tour with them.

The car bumped to a stop. I undid my seatbelt, breathing slowly through my nose. I could feel my nerves trying to get the better of me. My mom reached around and placed her hand on my shoulder, giving me an encouraging nod. I nodded back to her and opened the door, the warmth of the August air hitting me.

“We’ll drop your stuff off and meet you at the student services building, okay?” said mom.

I nodded, not trusting my voice right now.

Mom reached out the window and kissed my hands, filling me with warmth, calming me down a little. My dad looked over and mumbled out a ‘good luck’ before they drove off. My dad wasn’t a man of many words, and it was having a hard time with me moving out. I just hoped that he’d open up a bit more before we got here, but clearly that wasn’t happening. Still, there was still time.

The sound of music and people cheering drew my attention. They were holding up signs that welcomed the new students, signs pointing people in the right direction, and just general fun vibes coming from that direction. That’s where I needed to be, so that’s where I went.

The music was a little too loud for my liking, but I just dealt with it. I didn’t have to be at this spot for too long. A student spotted me and waved at me to come over. She grinned as I approached, high fiving her friend. She had her hair tied up in a high ponytail. The colours of the school were painted on her cheeks, nearly hiding the smattering of freckles that spread across her nose and maybe her cheeks. Her friend was a bit shorter, with her hair done in a messy bun and wearing matching face paint.

“Hey-o, welcome to MSU, frosh,” said the freckled girl excitedly. “Is this your first time on campus?”

I nodded shyly, trying to not take a step back. The anxiety was trying to overwhelm me again.

“Nice! I’m Lyn, and this is my buddy Loryn!” she indicated the girl next to her. “We’re here to show people around and help out with anything you need for today.”

“If you want it, that is,” added Loryn quickly, maybe noticing my discomfort.

“Yes, totally!” Lyn looked back and forth between us, frowning slightly for a second before grinning again. “This is not mandatory by any means. It’s more like, uh, a more personalized tour? Some people find the whole group thing super overwhelming and shit, so we do this so people can just have some one on ones.”

“I would like that, actually,” I said with a smile. “If you don’t mind showing me around, Lyn, that would be lovely.”

Lyn winked at Loryn before coming around the table. “Hehe, another win for me, Loryn. If you don’t pick it up, cleaning the locker room sure is gonna suck for you.”

“Shut up and just show the poor girl around. Oh, and try not to be too loud, Lyn.”

Lyn rolled her eyes and indicated me to follow her. She was tall, probably around 6ft or something close to that. I didn’t notice it before, because I was distracted by the blue and white painted all over her face, but she had stunning electric blue eyes. The kind that most girls envied. They really popped against the paleness of her skin.

She must have noticed me looking as she turned towards me a little bit more, her eyes searching mine. Her face softened and she said to me, “You must be really nervous, huh?”

“I am, yeah…” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “It’s my first time away from home, from my parents, you know? You dream of moving out and being on your own for so long, but when the day comes, all you want do is go back home and wish you can just live there forever.”

Lyn nodded. “I get that, totally. Hopefully you’ll adjust here quickly, but girl, don’t feel bad about homesickness. Most of us feel it.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m Ally, by the way,” I said quickly. It totally slipped my mind to introduce myself earlier, but it occurred to me when she called me ‘girl.’

“Ally, huh? That’s a nice name,” she smiled at me again. “Okidoki, let’s get down to business, shall we? This is here is the main campus, where you’ll find all the classroom buildings and the library. The residence buildings are all located around the main campus, but no building is longer than a 10-minute walk around here. Food hall is over on the east side, over yonder,” she pointed to where I assume the meal hall was located, “so it’s nice depending on which res you’re in. I was in Lukas Hall, which was close to the AC but across from the food hall, so I always had to pack snacks for after practice in case I couldn’t grab something before class.”

“Sorry, but what’s the ‘AC’?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

“Shit, sorry, you’re new. It’s the Athletic Centre, where I spend most of my days.”

I bite my lip in thought, looking her up and down, trying to guess what sport she played. She was tall and had lean muscle. She was wearing flip flops and track pants, her toes had chipped nail polish on them. She was wearing a university t-shirt, but it gave no indication to which team she was on. She was smirking at me with her arms crossed over her chest, knowing I was trying to guess.

“Okay, um, basketball?” I guessed.

She laughed with a gentle shake of her head. “Nope! I’ll let you guess one more time.”

Damn, okay. She wasn’t too bulky, so I knew basketball was a risky guess. I think volleyball is wrong too. There were no scraps or bruises on her knees and legs to indicate that she played soccer or hockey.

I smiled brightly when it came to me. “Swim team!”

Lyn broke out in a huge grin. “Damn, yeah! How’d you guess?”

“Well, I didn’t notice any bruising on your skin. So, it kind of eliminated contact sports. I did think maybe you did cross country or swimming because of your build. You’re muscular, but it’s not heavy muscle like other sports. It’s the kind of muscle required for endurance. But then I saw your toes…for the most part they look fine. I feel like a runner would have more calluses and swelling down there. Therefore, the logical conclusion had to be swimming,” I explained.

Lyn gave a low whistle and shoved her hands in her pockets. “Well damn, Ally. That was pretty freaking good. You wanna be a PI or something?”

I blushed as I shook my head. “Not really. I just always had a knack for noticing details.”

“Well, that’s a pretty cool knack. I’m shit with details, so there’s no way in hell I could have guessed that just from sizing someone up. Come on, I’ll show ya the rest of the campus and we’ll head over to the meet up spot. I assume your parents are meeting you there?”

I nodded and we were off again. Lyn was honestly not great at explaining where things were, since she would just vaguely point in the direction and tell me the building names, even though I didn’t know much about them. But, she was really nice and friendly. I actually ended up forgetting about how anxious I was about this whole thing and ended up really enjoying the tour. I knew I’d end up doing it with my parents again anyway, so I didn’t mind that this wasn’t the gold standard tour given out by the university coordinators.

Eventually we ended up back to where I met her and Loryn, who was now gone. Maybe she was giving someone else a tour. Lyn directed me to where my parents were waiting for me. My mom was checking her phone, and when our eyes connected, I realized I never took it out once while I was with Lyn. I guiltily pulled it out from my purse and saw that I had three missed texts and a missed called from her. If I was anxious about moving out, my mom was way worse.

Of course, I understood why. Ever since I was a little kid, I noticed things that other people didn’t. At first, my parents chalked it up to youthful imagination but after great grand dad passed away and I told Nana that he wanted to apologize for how he treated her and Betty when they were growing up, my parents came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with me. There isn’t, in the traditional sense. It just seems as if I could connect to the supernatural aspects of this world. It wasn’t normal, and it really upset my dad quite a bit. I tried to make sure I never talked about it once I got old enough to understand how they felt about the situation, but there were times that it slipped. Like at Kat’s 13th birthday bash, which I ended up having a panic attack at because I swore that I saw some sort of demon crawling out of the garden shed. I think my mom just didn’t want me to feel like an outcast again, but university is supposed to be a new beginning, right?

“Sorry, mom. I was talking to someone and just forgot to check my phone,” I said, a wave of shame washing over me.

My mom, a human scanner when it came to people I was with, looked Lyn up and down before nodding slowly, meaning she approved. My dad, however, stared at her for a solid minute of silence. Lyn shifted foot to foot uncomfortably and tugged at her ear.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked under her breath.

“No, you didn’t. My dad is just very overprotective and tends to do this stupid act to scare people away,” I muttered back.

Finally, my dad clicked his tongue and nodded as well. “I’m glad that you found someone to show you around,” he said slowly.

“Yes, Lyn was very nice to do that,” I said. “The campus is lovely, and it will be nice to have a familiar face to see.” This drew a smile onto Lyn’s freckled face.

“Your daughter is super awesome,” she said to my parents, “but I can’t stick around much longer, unfortunately. Gotta go back and see if there are any other frosh who need my attention, you know?” She spared me a goodbye wink before sauntering back over to her table, where some guy was there instead of Loryn.

I found myself staring over at her before my attention was drawn back to my parents, especially my mom. She had a map of the campus and started asking me where everything was and how close I was to the major buildings (those being meal hall, the library, and the student centre in case I needed campus security for any reason).

I had a feeling this second tour was going to be much longer than the one I just had.

XXX

My parents helped me set everything up in my room. It wasn’t a big space, but that was to be expected. I’m an only child, so the real adjustment is learning how to share the space with another person. She wasn’t here at the moment; she went to supper with her parents. My mom offered to go picked something up so we could eat it here, leaving me alone with dad.

My relationship with my dad was…complicated at best. He was loving and looked out for me, but it was also difficult for him to come to terms with the more… how to say, unnatural aspects of my personality. He grew up as a devout Catholic, so these kinds of things just made him uncomfortable. I remember when I was 9 years old and being told I wasn’t allowed to go over to Chris Parks’ house anymore because his older brother used a Ouija Board during a Halloween party, and my dad was convinced the house was filled with evil spirts since.

So yeah, sometimes it was hard to get along with him. It didn’t matter how many times I explained myself to him, he was always harsh with judgement. It’s not like I woke up one day and asked for this. Trust me, if I had the choice, I’d be much happier living in a world of naivety like the other kids. I’ve had to go to therapy and be prescribed meds to help control my anxiety about seeing dead people and demons. That kind of shit scars you, doesn’t matter what age.

I was humming a tune to a song that helps me stay calm while making sure my poster of Supergirl was straight when I heard my dad clear his throat. Dropping my shoulders in anticipation, I looked over with a frown.

“Yes, dad?”

“Take a seat, I just want to chat before your mom gets back,” he said, patting a spot on my bed next to him.

Wary of what was coming next, I sat with my shoulders curled into towards my body. I fiddled with the arm of my glasses and waited for him to speak. There was no point in rushing him when he got like this.

“Alexandra, I know that growing up, I was harsh with you when it came to…” he waved his hand at me, “…you know. But, it was only for your own good. This here? This is a new chance, a chance to start fresh. No one here knows about your…you know. You can make friends, maybe even get a girlfriend. But baby girl, promise me that you won’t go looking for those kinds of dark things. Promise me you’ll just be ordinary, okay?”

There it was. Ordinary. The word was like a punch to the face every time he said it. I could feel my face grow hot with shame and anger as I got to my feet. “I- dad…you know I hate it when you say it that way…” my voiced cracked as I tried to keep it together.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Alexandra. I just want you to have a good time here and not-”

“What? Not screw up?” I turned away from him, feeling the tears welling up.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“That’s how it sounded to me!”

Dad got to his feet as well and try to put his hand on my shoulder, which I shrugged off, not wanting him to touch me. I hated that he made me feel dirty about this.

“Listen, Alexandra, just…I’m sorry, okay? I just want to know you’ll be safe while you’re here.”

I rolled my eyes and forced myself to take a deep breath. “Okay, whatever dad.”

Whatever dumb thing he was going to say next was interrupted by mom coming in with the food. I quickly wiped at my eyes and forced myself to face them both. My mom’s eyes were red and puffy, clearly from crying in the car. Well, there I go too. I burst into tears and pull my mom into a tight hug, trying to take in her everything. I was ready to get away from home, I swear. But leaving my mom was harder than anything else in the whole world.

There we stood, sobbing onto each other’s shoulders while the food got cold beside us.

XXX

I stood on the corner as my parents drove away, my mom waving to me from the window. I had no more tears to spill, so I stood there in painful, hallow silence. Finally, when the bugs started to get too awful for me to deal with anymore, I made my way back to my residence. MacGavin hall was considered one of the better residences on campus, which is why my parents insisted I stayed there. I wasn’t going to argue with them, since they were paying.

I swiped my student card against the reader and pulled the door open once it beeped green. I made my way back to my room in miserable silence. There was already music blasting from someone’s room, and some of the students were sharing alcohol in the hall. Obviously, the RA was either a party person themselves, or they just didn’t care. To be honest, I didn’t care myself at this time.

I opened my door and saw that my roommate, Sarah I think, was sitting on her bed, headphones in. She rolled over with similar puffy eyes and smiled weakly at me.

“Same boat, huh?”

I nodded with a laugh. “Uh, yeah. That was way harder than I thought it would be.”

“Right?” She sat up, rubbing her face. “I was like, so excited to leave home and be like, independent from them. But then when it like, occurred to me that I wouldn’t be waking up in my house tomorrow… it sorta just like, hit me so hard. I ended up snotting in my salad.”

Okay, that made me genuinely laugh. I sat down on my bed and we ended up sort of just talking through the rest of the night, until we both fell asleep.

Maybe the first day of moving away from home was exciting and the start of a new journey. But those movies and books never talked about how hard it could be to let go. They never talked about the tears and the empty feeling of knowing that you just left everything you knew behind. It never talked about the fear that came with being in an unfamiliar place. As I drifted off, I knew I would be okay, even if it took a few days. But man, did my heart ache.

#unnatural affairs #original fiction #original story #writing #ally holland #lyn hart #mystery #paranormal #romance #wlw romance #sapphic lead

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Haha krebs saying “fuck you, little bitch” was the funniest thing ever. They probs swear so much on the ice lol .

Yess I would need a floatie! I want Jamie to live hehe. Somebody would definitely flip the floatie. Please teach us! I need to practice a bit. Also why do I get the feeling that the boys would give you the nickname “mermaid” just me ??. Yes you and dylan are elite! But would you win a fight tho?? Against me and Braden? I choose him as my partner cuz he’s solid. The photos in the water would be amazing because everybody looks real hot in water yk? With like the hair slicked back and everything.

Wait we totally forgot about jet skiing w them! Racing would be so fun

Ooo damn you are the aggressive girl, I’d be scared lol. I can guarantee that a chain reaction would happen lol, at least you can fall on dyl.

Yesss we wanna be d1 athletes! I’m not sure yetttt but I’m going to be apply to the states and in Canada to be safe. Wbu?

The tennis fits would be amazing, us in high ponytails 🥵. Yes ! I can finally have a person to take photos with lol. Pffff maybe, honestly if I was teaching I would probably get hit in the face w a racquet lmaoo.

Our log ride team would be 🤌. I know! I feel like the guys would have high pitched screams? Or would loudly swear and the moms would just look at us! The photos do not do us justice. Ooo yes, I would probably sit behind you or behind Dylan because I want him to hold you lol.

Fun story : I went to Disney land w my bro years ago and over went on California screamin at the time and when we saw the photo, my seat is empty ! Like my brother is there but next him the seat is just empty. How does that even happen?.

Please send me your hoodie collection I am lacking lol . Tennis tourneys never give out hoodies lol . Only hockey apparently so I stole my guy friends hoodie lol.

Dressing cute for the club is a musttt. Are you more of a dress type of girl or a skirt type of girl. Like what’s your style?. We need to slay the photos 😜

Me too! I get those vibes from him as well. Can he just spin me !! Apparently our assigned dance partners are you +Jamie, me and bo, me and Ryan and you and Braden! I’m also dancing the Macarena w quinner hehe.

Have you ever had a drink? Just asking for the next thing I’m going to write lol .

I love chipotle but only have it when I’m in the states, we have mucho burrito hehe .

I just want this to happen sm that it gives me ideas ! We are connecting 💕

lmao saying “fuck you, little bitch” has become my thing when i’m mad after hearing krebs say it at wjc. and yeah i’m sure they swear all the time on the ice and we just don’t hear it lol

hahha yes i’ll teach all of you so no one drowns lol. if any of the guys tried to call me mermaid i would probably punch them lmao, idk why i just can’t stand having cutsie nicknames like that. ig i just feel like they don’t fit my personality idk? and yes me and dylan would definitely win bc i’m the aggressive one lol. also bc i’m way to fucking competitive for my own good. and yesss water pics are the hottest

omg yes that would be so fun to go jet skiing with them! and then racing them and then chirping them when we beat them

oooh yeah that’s smart to apply both places. rn i’m looking mostly at cornell, bc, bu, and maybe umich but i still have to get my times down a bit for all of those schools

whenever i wear high ponytails i kind of look like ariana grande lmao. but yes our fits would be amazing and we could take such cute pics so i could finally post on my insta lol. hahha i would probably laugh if you got hit in the face, no offense i just laugh whenever anyone else gets injured bc i get injured so often i’m used to it

lmaooooo if any of the guys screamed high pitched i would die laughing. or they would just be swearing and we would make all the parents in the park hate us lol. hahha yes the pictures do us so dirty, like how tf did you not even show up in it? lol you making dylan sit behind me so he can hold me, i love that

hehe yeah my hoodie collection is huge bc it’s all from different regional meets, so i’m sure i could spare a couple for you lol. but i wear my hoodies all the time lol. ma’am you’re so lucky, i wish i could have someone’s hockey hoodie even if we were just friends

yess we would slay in our clubbing pics. i’m not really much of a dress of skirt girl, i’m more of like ripped jeans with one of those sheer shirts and a cute bralette under it, but if i see like a really cute skirt or dress i’ll cave and wear it.

ok i’m down with those partners, i would love to dance with jamie that would be so cute 🥺 but also braden is so underrated so i would love to dance with him too! and yes you would be so cute with bo or ryan. hehe teaching quinner the macarena. whenever we have to do wallsits for dryland me and the guys will start doing the macarena lol

lol yeah, i get nicer stuff with my parents, but they barely let me drink any like maybe half a drink. and then with my friends white claws bc that’s the easiest for us to get lol

omggg yes i’m so happy you love chipotle too, some of my irls hate it and i’m just like how? but if we were in canada i would definitely try mucho burrito

#ask answered #anon answered #skating anon

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ladybugsfanfics · 5 years

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Blind Date | Tom Hiddleston x reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader | Special cameo over phone by Benedict Cumberbatch and his wife Sophie Hunter

Style: One Shot (might turn into smth more but probably not)

WC: 2885 (finally smth long, amirite?)

Warnings: Some swearing, uhh, don’t think there’s anything else, but if there is please let me know

Summary: Your long time friend has set you up on a Blind Date and says it’s worth a shot because ‘you’re perfect for each other’. You’re having doubts, but with Sophie’s reassuring words, you decide to dive in.

A/N: Tumblr has no line breaks anymore?? Think I’m late to the realization but like... wtf?! I have done my best, thank god i am creative. Hope you like this :P

If you would like to be tagged in future fics, please let me know.

“Ben,” you say and put your hand to your forehead, “are you really sure this blind date thing is a good idea?”

A chuckle comes from the other end of the line. “Yes, Y/N, I believe it is. He’s a good friend of mine. Sophie agrees that you two would be perfect for each other.”

You roll your eyes. “Calming, but I’m still not sure about this.” You sigh, and purse your lips. “Can I talk to Sophie? If she’s there?”

“Of course. One moment.”

There’s a shift in sound, and a moment later, a soft voice speaks into the phone. “I hear you have some cold feet?”

You let out a strained laugh. “Cold feet? More like I would really like to know who I’m going on a date with nervousness. I don’t know, Soph, it’s just…”

“Hey, think about it this way. You get the chance to meet someone new, and whatever happens, you tried? You’ve been single since we met you. It might be time to dip your toes in the water? Just check?”

“You’re probably right,” you say, “I’ll just finish getting ready and walk to that stupid way too fancy resturaunt Ben told me to. Honestly, I hope this guy’s rich.”

Sophie laughs. “You might get a lovely surprise.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Have a nice date. Tell me about it later, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, of course. Bye. Tell Ben to fuck off too for me, yeah?” You shake your head, hear her little ‘will do, bye’ and hang up. God, what did I agree to, you think and try to push the anxiety down.

You throw your phone onto the bed and sigh as you raid through your closet for something fancy enough to wear. Honestly, you should’ve gone shopping.

Standing outside the restaurant, cold air nips your skin. You drag your jacket tighter around you, hating that the agreement was to meet outside the building and not just get to the table right away. The problem: you don’t know whose name the table is reserved under.

After another blast of cold wind, you fish your phone out of your pocket. The time reads 08.03 PM. Three minutes late. And you’ve already been waiting for over ten. “Well, I’m not waiting out here anymore,” you mutter under your breath as you turn to walk through the doors to the restaurant.

The warm air instantly hits you and you shake of the cold feeling from being outside. You’re greeted by a male, who politely asks for your coat. Taking out belongings of value (phone, keys and wallet), you hand it to him.

“May I show you to your table, miss?” he asks.

You bite the inside of your lip. “Uhh, honestly, I’m not certain what name it’s under.” You try for a nervous smile.

He smiles back. “I’m guessing you’re part of the blind date couple we were ‘discretely’ informed off,” he says. “You’re date hasn’t arrived yet, but I’m sure he’ll be here soon. You want me to show you the table, or would you like to wait?”

“You can show it to me now. That’s fine.”

You type a quick text to Ben telling him to say to your date not to wait outside but just go in right away. As the waiter stops by a table, you get a reply; ‘you got it, dude’ and shake your head with a small smile.

“Here you go,” the waiter says. “Hope your date shows up soon. You deserve better.” And before he goes back to his post, he winks.

You shake your head and swallow the lump in your throat. God, I hope he’s here soon. Unfortunately, the waiter didn’t give you a menu, so no read through of that before your date comes. Nor do you really want to make the impression that you’re constantly on your phone by using it when he comes.

Bored, you look around at the other people there. Most of the tables are for four people. Around most of them sits men and some women in suits, giving you the vibe that they’re all white-collars. It makes you slightly uncomfortable to think that the restaurant is more a business-meeting place than a date place. But maybe that’s just a feeling more than a fact.

You turn your head in the direction of the entrance and release your breath in relief seeing the waiter coming in your direction, followed by a tall male in a blue suit. From your viewpoint, it’s hard to see exactly how he looks, but within a minute he’ll be by the table and you’ll know. Anway, that isn’t what matters―you try to tell yourself.

“Here you go,” the waiter says to your date and smiles. He hands you a menu each. You accept yours with a small ‘thank you’. As he leaves, you get up to greet your date.

“Hi,” you say and hold out your hand, “I’m Y/N.”

He takes your hand in his, blue eyes smile warmly as he says, “Nice to meet you. I’m Tom. Shall we sit?” His voice a low hum with an accent.

You nod and sit back down.

You date wears a navy blue and striped suit that fits like it’s tailored. He wears a light blue shirt underneath and a navy tie. When he takes off his suit jacket, you can see that his shirt also fits like it’s tailored― and to be quite honest, it’s a pretty good view. It feels a little unfair. In addition to a nice body, you note a strong jawline covered in a five o’ clock shadow, and are those real cheekbones? The small strawberry blonde curls atop his head makes you swallow a lump in your throat, only for it to come back up and make you slightly more nervous than you already were.

Looking at him makes you feel inadequate. You had decided to go fancy-casual; a long black skirt with leg slits on both sides and a black tight-fitting long sleeved crop top that accentuates your boobs. Despite feeling good in the clothes, you can’t help but feel underdressed. Tom is definitely out of your league, and he looks somewhat familiar.

You both scan the menu. No one says anything until the waiter comes to take your order. Taking away the menus opens up the need for conversation. Only, how do you start one?

“How do you know Benedict?” asks Tom.

You answer, relieved that you didn’t have to come up with a topic yourself. “I wrote a short story, made it into a script that I sent to a theatre here in London, and they liked it. Ben was cast as the lead role, and Sophie was actually the director. I worked with them for a pretty long time and we kept in touch.” You smile at the fond memory. “What about you?”

“Oh, we met in 2010 whilst shooting a movie. And we have been friends ever since.” Tom smiles. “We actually live very close to each other, here in London.”

“Really? It amazes me that if you are such good friends that he hasn’t mentioned you,” you say with a little joking-tone. “And apparently I haven’t seen that movie.”

Tom smiles. “He hasn’t mentioned you either, not by name at least. But you’re a writer?”

You nod. “Yeah, mostly short stories, but I’m trying to get a novel finished. I write some scripts too, for fun, mostly, but I prefer the rather classical storytelling with a narrator and all the other stuff.” You add a joking laugh to the end of the sentence.

Tom smiles. “Hehe. To be honest, I do that, too.” Tom lets out a laugh. “Though, I do read a lot of scripts and I find them to be highly entertaining usually.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I do too. I am one of those that sits in front of netflix a little too much,” you admit. “But I always find time to read. It’s the one thing that’s always been there, you know?”

You continue to talk about books, and reading, and writing, and acting. Never before have you been on a date where the conversation flows as easily. Even with the food there, the conversation keeps going. You talk mostly about the outer layer stuff―work, small childhood memories, friends, hobbies. Both of you drink a couple of glasses of wine each.

“Would you like dessert?” asks Tom as the waiter takes away the empty dishes.

You give it a thought. “Actually, no. It sounds good, but I’m not tempted.” Tom quirks an eyebrow. “What do you say we pay and go somewhere else?” you ask, hoping your eyes convey the message you want.

By the way Tom smiles back, you’re pretty sure it did. Not long after, the check is paid (you offered but Tom wouldn’t have it), and the two of you are outside, walking along the streets.

“This was really nice,” you say after a few too many moments of silence. “I have to admit, when Ben suggested this I was kind of… on edge.”

Tom nods along. “Yes, I did have my doubts. But Benedict told me we were perfect for each other. I only agreed when Sophie vouched.”

You laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I did, too.” You look down at the ground, kicking a little rock and hating that you decided to wear high heels (they’re great, but it kind of hurts in the length). “Do you maybe wanna go somewhere? Park? Lake? Ice cream shop?”

His hand brushes yours, and you bite your lip. “This is going to sound… blunt. But my place isn’t that far from here if you would like another glass of wine, maybe?” If not for his accent you’d probably hit him (a joke; there was way more in the favor of not hitting him).

You intertwine your fingers with his, and nod. “I’d like that, yeah.”

Tom wasn’t lying when he said his place wasn’t far. You walked about three blocks and were in the right neighborhood. Two unfortunate realizations on your part; 1. This is about the same neighborhood as Benedict lives in; 2. This is a rich neighborhood, meaning Tom has money, meaning Tom is not only an actor but a successful one and it starts to bug you a little bit that you can’t place where you’ve seen him before.

You take a right turn and in a matter of minutes you’re inside his house. Did I shave? Did I…? Am I at…? Your mind races with thoughts on what might happen, what might not happen, and your preparations for the date. To be honest, despite your thoughts going there very much in that moment, sex on the first date was a big no-no in your head.

Tom takes your coat and hangs it up. Without even giving it a second thought, you take off your shoes, which has Tom let out a light chuckle as he does the same. “You’re one of the few people who does that without me telling them to,” he says.

“Oh, well. I don’t really see the point in cleaning a house if you’re gonna drag the dirt in with you. What’s the point in vacuuming if it’s dirty thirty seconds later?” You smile up at him. God, he’s really tall.

“Exactly,” says Tom and smiles. “Would you like that glass of wine?”

You nod. “Could I maybe borrow your bathroom?” He nods and tells you which room it is. With a smile you go in the direction his points in.

It’s a cozy bathroom. Actually, not bad at all. The shower is quite big and you curse your brain for going straight to what it would be like to have sex in it. Also for ‘it’s big enough’ being your first thought. God, curse that handsome man. God, curse Ben for not telling you about him sooner. Actually, as you check yourself in the mirror (makeup still pretty on point) you take out your phone and send a ‘what the hell is wrong with you?!’ text to Ben, with the follow up; ‘you’ve known him since 2010 and you only now thought to make me go on a date with him?!”

You don’t wait for an answer. Rather you give yourself a smile in the mirror and some encouraging words, and leave with hopes high enough (like maybe a kiss).

Tom sits in the living room, phone in hand. Two wine glasses are placed on the coffee table. You cough as you sit down, gaining his attention. He smiles up at you and puts away his phone. He hands you a glass as you tuck one leg under your butt.

Neither of you speak. You take a sip of wine and nod when you do. “This is a really good wine,” you say.

“Yes, uhh, it’s Italian,” replies Tom.

What the hell happened to the smooth talk from before? Am I really this nervous? Is he this nervous? Your mind goes away with overthinking. Does he like you? Well, he did invite you into his house. But does that mean he likes you? Maybe you’re just a good conversation partner? But he did offer wine, which does have alcohol, which might be because he wants you a little tipsy, or at least with enough percentage so you would put out?

You shake of the feeling, not believing someone like Tom could ever take advantage of you. Instead, you take another sip of wine, lean back and smile at him. “What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?” you ask. That was blunt.

Tom smiles and laugh this ‘hehe’ laughter that makes your heart skip a beat. He takes a sip of wine and puts down the glass. “You don’t seem to know exactly who I am, but, uhh, I’ve done quite a lot of interviews. Some have me doing things I would rather not remember. I did this silly thing on MTV After Hours With Josh Horowitz. I made up some really silly pranks that made no sense and said loki’d afterwards with this weird laugh and I did this.” Tom puts his hand up to the side of his face and holds it there as if he has a monocle.

And it hits you. Right in the moment he said ‘loki’d’ and weird laugh. You would like to facepalm. “Oh my God,” you say. “You’re Tom Hiddleston. Oh, my God.” You take a sip of wine to calm down a little. “You’re probably one of the actors I always thought I’d recognize. Loki is my favorite MCU character and I love you in Kong: Skull Island. I am correct that I haven’t seen the film with you and Benedict, but honestly, I have never felt this stupid.”

He laughs. This godly sound that makes the mistake seem such tiny, but…

You put down the wine glass and lay your head in your hands. Through them you mumble, “this is my most embarrassing moment. For sure.”

Gentle hands pry yours away from your face, and a slender finger tilts your cheek up so your eyes meet Tom’s. He smiles at you; lips pressed together and wrinkles around his eyes. “That’s okay, Love, really. I enjoyed talking to someone who didn’t know what I had played in. It made some of the stories more fun, kind of.”

“I should go back to pretending I don’t know, huh?” you ask.

Tom chuckles. “No, I’m glad you know. It would be weird if you didn’t.” He smiles and cups your face. Your eyes meet. Tom’s are a beautiful shade of blue. Complemented by his blue shirt, they look almost electric. He licks his lips. “You have beautiful eyes,” he whispers.

You press your lips together and smile, feeling the blush creep into your cheeks. At the thought, you notice how close you sit. His face is only an inch from yours. It would be so easy to kiss him, or for him to kiss you. God, it would be so…

However, is it really a good idea? It is the first date. You only know the basics of each other. Work, a little family and friends, and hobbies. There is more to him, and there is more to you.

You’re dragged out of your thoughts by his lips on yours. His right hand is still cupping your face, and he places his left on your knee. Taken by surprise, it takes you a moment to react, but as you do you press your lips to his. Something explodes in your gut, and whatever it is makes you shift your position closer to him. Your hands go up and you twine them behind his neck. Tom smiles in the kiss and moves both his hands to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him.

You break the kiss and smile at him. “That… That was, uhh…”

“Yeah,” Tom says, his voice a little breathless.

You both let out a little laugh and press your foreheads together. “This has been, uhh, pretty great.”

Tom smiles and pecks your lips. “Yes, it has. Not what I thought would come from a blind date.”

You shake your head with a smile. “Yeah. Who would’ve thought?”

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Your Wallet And Your Heart, She Has Both ((18+))

This fic is the product of over a weeks worth of work, as compared to my usual stuff that only takes a few hours or so, I think it may be my longest fic yet. Inspired by the Author of the Spinel Fic titled “Yearning” ((Read it here! )) And to anyone questioning what Spinel actually IS in this fic, I don’t even know myself. Spookier that way. Warnings: Death, Yandere, Stalking, Discussion Of Domestic Abuse, Light Horror, Cake

“Nevah had a reason ‘til tonight, to chase a fella down, then I looked at you leaving the hotel, so I followed. Cause I just had to know… who was that othah chick you were with? They seemed pretty miffed when ya left yer room, you dropped ya key on the way too so… I had another reason to follow you… and the third… I guess I just like ya face. Cute like a doll It… spoke to me, if that makes any sense…”, she stops to take a sip of her drink, “I’m surprised you didn’t notice me, what with the pink hair an’ all, so uh… I’m Spinel.”

Another sip of her drink, and a gentle chuckle as she looked down into her glass, “Don’t worry about tellin me yer name. I already know it.”, she held ip your wallet, and slid it back to you, “again honey, don’t worry. All your money is safe and sound where you left it. I’m not a thief, well, maybe I am… but… I don’t like stealin from pretty people like you, and ah… I got reasons to follow ya… I won’t be too far if ya evah need me for anythin, and I mean that, anything.”, she finished her drink and stood up, she pushed you down into your chair when you tried to follow, she put down some cash to pay for the drinks too. “No pal, I follow you, you don’t get to follow me ok? And ah… check you wallet. Left a present.”, and so… she left the bar. You check your wallet, her phone number was written on a piece of paper neatly tucked inside… along with 300 extra dollars. You feel as if she’s special to you already. A new best friend… You head back to your hotel room and pack your things, you’re breaking up with the beast of a person you were with… true love’s on its way, and so are you. Getting into your car… Lightning strikes behind you, the outline of her in your back seat… you check… no one there, you turn on the radio… just static… you drive off anyways. You want to call her as soon as you get home. “I just couldn’t leave em alone now could I? But… One look at em while I sat on the balcony next to their window the first night they were here… and I just finished offin my now late boyfriend too, kinda glad I wear these gloves all the time too… who am I talkin to? Oh yeah, me. So anyways… I just had to meet em… not like they had a choice… I covered my tracks pretty well and kept the ‘do not disturb’ sign up on the door with a sock on the knob… staff musta thought we was bein reeeeal quiet with the lovemakin… Hmm… what did he even do for me to waste one o’ my favorite butterflies in the back o’ his heart… oh yeaaaah… caught him smoochin some other broad in the same bar I found my new lovie dovie… hehe place o’ fate I tell ya, who? Me!”, she laughed at her little half joke…“Anyways… so now they’re in their house and I’m just sittin here in the backseat of their car, planning my next move… who knows, maybe ah… maybe I’ll marry this one… or are they gonna be number 12… I hope not… that face of theirs… oof… nevah seen a prettier picture, would look even bettah with plenty of my lipstick marks all over their cheeks…. damn I wish I could gotten out with em buuuut…. people freak out when someone they just met is suddenly on their car… looks like I got a long night… bettah get some sleep too… gotta be well rested for our dare tomorrow… not that they have a choice, it’s their neck on the line aftah all… but they don’t know that yet… they will. I’ll make sure of it.” Later on in the day, Spinel knocks on your door “Ok so uh, well I got outta your car and I locked it like a good girl, cause I know I am one, I knocked on your door hopin for a chance to see ya again and it’s real cold out here, so let me in ok?”, said Spinel after you opened your front door. Shocking it were to see her, to know she was hiding in your car the whole time… you figure she’d break into your home if you denied her now, so you let her in. She walked past you with a tired looking smile, and you took in the sight of her, pink hair in a pair long pony tails, long sleeve black shirt, form fitting with a black tank top adorned with a pink skull having a heart shaped crack on the forehead, a dark pink skirt looking stylishly tattered, and stockings stripped with pink and black, with a pair of thrice belted heavy looking knee height heeled boots, by all accounts… she should be noticed anywhere. You noticed her footsteps don’t make a sound… and you ask why.“Uuuh, I dunno either I just… step lightly? Kind of a wiiiierd question to ask babe, why don'tcha let me handle the questions ok? Number one, who was that bitch you were with? Number two, do ya live alone?”, You sigh and respond, she is your ex-girlfriend, you broke up with her a few hours ago. And you reluctantly say yes, you do live alone. “Hmmm great! Guess you’re all mine then!” You ask what she means “What do ya think it means pal? Means I’m your girlfriend! Ain’t ya happy for that? I mean… look at me? The cute skirt, the thick legs, my adorable face, plenty of hair for ya to pull, you’d be stupid to reject me, and you look pretty smart to me hun, so say yes. Say I’m yours”, her expression hardened, “Say it. 'Spinel, you’re mine’, I want to hear it straight from those pretty lips.You hold yourself silent for a few seconds… and relent, you guess you need to be with someone… you can’t imagine being alone again… you say what she asked you to say, suddenly you feel a prick on your finger, it starts to bleed pretty badly, she holds your hand up and licks the blood away with a teasing giggle in her throat. "There, all better, now you’re stuck with me, I don’t leave you and you don’t leave me, got it hun?” You feel clawed hands crawling on your back… you don’t remember what happened next. You wake up next to Spinel. Trying to understand what just happened… you fail miserably. “M, m, mmm… last night was fun buuuut… I didn’t get to go as far as I wanted, they passed out before I could actually do anything, guess lettin em feel that clawin fear mighta been too much for em to handle. Still, maybe I oughta hold off on doin anythin freaky. They don’t seem like the lewd type anyways… heh, but the look on their face, if I wasnt already in love with em I woulda fallen for em right then and there, oh gosh their eyes were practically burning in terror! And the way their mouth hung open like they were aboutta scream, ooh that was bliss… hm, oh? Looks like they forgot somethin. They were sure scramblin outta bed when they woke up… hmmm., now that I think about it… oh. Oh no. No no no no… nobody rushes that fast at 5 in the mornin…”You were at work, a boring office job, but your coworkers kept to themselves, so you had no issues most of the time. But today, they put in a little pink palm tree in your cubicle, you nearly fell over on sight of it, thinking it was Spinel. You held your heart, feeling the thumping flesh within pounding a beat you could almost dance to, with a nervous chuckle you cover it with the seat cover on your chair and get straight to work. You pushed away every thought of her that you could, focusing solely on your work, typing code and responses, sending reports, the kind of mind numbing work your brain can just check out from. As you dozed off by little degrees your fingers quickened… until it was four hours later, and you realized you finished everything early, gleefully you hop from your chair, with plans to go down to your favorite café for a treat, do you head into the bathroom, change clothes, and head to your car. And you freeze. The night before the last the lightning struck and you saw her shadow in your car… and then she appeared at your house the next day. You remember that very well. So you make a point of checking every inch of your car as thoroughly as you can, the back seat, the front, the trunk, under the car as the wheels on yours put it a foot and a half off the ground… and curiously you check in both small compartments in the front of the car, you haven’t the slightest idea why, you just had to be sure she wasn’t hiding anywhere. With the check complete, you carefully got inside your car and drove off to taste some sweetness. You park, get out, check your car once more, then lock everything that could be locked on it before heading inside. The dimly lit room spoke of serenity as piano played to some slow classical tune from speakers overhead, the sound of rain played softly along with low thunder rolling away to add to the calming aura of this revered area, revered by you at least, here you felt the safest you could be outside your own home, but with her… you felt this was you last bastion of comfort. And you were already reconsidering staying with her. But those thoughts had no place here, you looked over the menu, burying your gaze in it completely and said to yourself you’d have a pumpkin cake and hot chocolate. Your heart beat swift on feeling a familiar voice rattle through your skull. “And how are ya gonna pay for that babe?”, Spinel said in an agitated tone while waving your wallet in one hand while she supported her head on the table with the other. She stared you down, her expression? Wrath. Directed all on you. You froze under her glare, speechless. “5 in the morning. Who rushes out of the house at five in the morning? Were you late for work? Or… did you just wanna get away from me? Didn’t even give me a kiss to say goodbye, didn’t check if I was awake, didn’t even offer breakfast. What kind of a lover are you huh? Hmph… doesn’t matter now. You’re gonna make it up to me, ok?”, she slammed the wallet on the table, “I’ll have what you’re having, and after this you’re takin me to see a movie, got it? Maybe more time in a dark room with me’ll teach ya to appreciate me more, little reminder honey, I came to you, and you said yes, so start acting like you want me.” The dim cafe grew silent with your focus narrowing on her, and all you heard was your heart beating steady as the booming tick of the clock sounded off every second to the unerring passage of time. And she stared. She stared and waited for an answer. the lightless void casted by failing shine seemed to grow ever deeper, surrounding you both and trapping you with her in an infinite darkness, such was her chokingly gripped presence around you, her small stature exuded energies unheard, and you swore you could see the inky tendrils of the depths emanating from her, a being incomprehensible to mortal ken. Her truest nature forever concealed as this negative glare only gave the hollow shell of what she really is, shaded by the limits of your mind. You stared into those eyes, a lover scorned she felt she were, and your silence only confirmed and fed the flowing madness slithering from her…Each ticking clang of the clock sounded closer to your demise, here and now. Speech had found you once more to snatch you from the jaws of Cerberus. You apologize. You tell her an excuse along with it, or rather, attempt to before she cuts you off. “Oh you’re sorry now? Well how sorry are ya honey? Sorry enough to get me all the deserts I want? Sorry enough to take me out dancing? Sorry enough to… propose to me?” That last question ended with a grin as wide as her mystery, and as the darkness surrounding you both. You’re left speechless, blushing through the shock and scrambling in your mind for an answer when she takes the reigns of the conversation once more. “Ok that last one maaaay have been a bit too far, I mean… we’ve only been datin a few days now, and to be honest, while I ain’t lettin another girl even touch you, I’m not too sure I wanna spend the rest of your life on me! And I do mean that. Mean what? darlin ain’t ya listening? The rest of your life, not my life. I get the feelin I’ll still be around when you’re gone… but uuuh… I’ll enjoy every moment you’re alive. Oop! Changed my mind, Your life’s mine, the rest of you too, and ain’t nothin you can do about that ok? Nope, not gonna wait for an answer. Way I see it… we’re already a married couple, I mean… you did sign me in blood and all. But let’s drop this discussion and pick it up never, the waitress is comin ovah to take our ordahs!"And in a single moment as if on the flick of a switch, even the dim light of the cafe blinded you with the darkness disappearing behind the curtain of reality, though what reality even is you scarcely have a grasp on with the realizations of otherworldly powers that exist in front of you in the form of Spinel. You check the backlit clock on the wall, time had stayed still as the darkness enveloped you, and you laid back in your chair while trying to make sense of what just happened, what felt like hours was no time at all, but interrupted you were again by the waitress, asking what you wanted to order. Spinel only had a smile on her face while you placed the order, she held up the menu you had and pointed to a large vanilla cake topped with fudge and strawberries, did what she said in the darkness even happen? Either way, you order that cake for her, in addition to getting for her and yourself a hot chocolate and a pumpkin cake. You’re looking at the waitress as she write down the orders, and as she walks off as well, and a pulse is felt, a ringing in your ears deep as ocean, and a foul taste in your mouth as you look back at her, a closed smile on her lips, but her eyes wider than ever. "Does she look good to ya honey? Does she tickle your fancy?” You immediately reply in a nervous tone that she doesn’t. that he girl in front of you is prettier than she’ll ever be. “Good answer babe, she’s a fuckin mess compared to me, right? O’ course I’m right!” The confections both drink and dessert were served to the both of you, a second person coming to drop of the cake, it was big enough for three, but she parried your spoon away from it, claiming the whole thing hers. So the spectacle began, Her sipping the cocoa in her tall cup alongside heavy bites of this behemoth straight from a baker’s dream. It took her a mere half hour to consume the whole of it, and like a good lover you lean over with a napkin and wipe the frosting from her lips, a shy smile as your expression, your simple actions sparking a tender moment through the confusion and creeping terror in the back of your mind, and that moment was watching her cheeks flush a gorgeously vibrant shade of pink, and in that instant, everything seemed to click. She was just as nervous around you as you were around her, without the upper hand the air of danger just faded away to the dullest rhythm in the background, until her hand snapped to grip your wrist. “Oh now I know I made the right choice… my last love ain’t never did something like this, would you believe I caught the bastard cheating on me with some tart, some junky trollop? You wouldn’t do that to me right? No… I know you wouldn’t, you’re sweet. You just want a hug, a kiss, and a kind little word whispered into your ear, yeah? You just want someone who wants you, someone that won’t make you feel like you’re just another problem to deal with. Someone like me, who won’t let you go. Who’ll never let you go. Someone like me that’ll keep loving you 'til…“, She inched in closer, "You’re…”, and her lips brushed by your ear… “Dead." Stunned by that she shoved you back down into your seat. "What’s wrong babe? Don’t like that? Oh… you do? Well aren’t you starved for affectio- oh… So that’s why you were with the girl with the bad attitude… You know I… I watched you when you checked into the hotel, a whole week of seeing her yell at you… sayin stuff like no one would love you like her, that you were lucky she even looked at you.” She sniffled, sounding on the cusp of a rising weeping sorrow, “But it’s ok now honey. It’ll be ok, cause you have me!”, she sighed, a sort of content flow to her breath, while she relaxed in her chair, “And I have you. Were you scared of me before? I’m not sorry for that. That’s just how I am, but I won’t hurt you. Not enough to kill ya anyways. Not enough to make you hate me. I don’t think my heart could take another crack. Darling… If you left me now. I think I’d just break. We kinda just met and already I don’t think I can live without you. You can feel it too right? Our souls tyin themselves to each other? Actually ah… they’re already pretty tied up. Signed me in blood remember?” You certainly do remember, that night your finger bled and the claws creeped upon you, you remember that much and nothing more, how you felt then feels so far away now, her love is different, it’s a confusing amalgam of tenderness and terror, when once you only felt a terror from the last one you were with, but even the fear strikes you oddly, like a sickening wine who’s taste leaves you only wanting another drink of it, a long and slow swig of the emotions she has you pour from your very core, reveling in the swirling dizzy tones of this deep song she played for you with every motion she made toward, away, and around you, with every word spoken, she enthralls you. The same feeling you had when you wanted to call her, a soul bewitched by a strange woman… and whatever trance she had you in just now from her confession, lifted when you snapped back to lucidity at home. Herself snuggled up on your lap, a horror movie playing while she smiled, your hand in hers, clutching each other warmly… a moment that your realization of the sudden shift in scenery did not ruin… she was in love, and so were you, and while love itself seems blind, love itself would blind you, and you would let it cloud your vision as long as you loved her, and as long as she loved you. This one tender moment, It’ll remain one of your greatest treasures, and as the movie ended, she sat up and stood, offering her hand to you, eyes sleepy and showing a soft joy plain as day, she led you upstairs, she led you to bed, shoes kicked off the both of you, she eased you into bed atop her, and held you close, tight, and the covers seemed to jump over you both to guard from the chill mysteriously entering the room, you closed your eyes while the pair of you turned onto your sides, and a kiss marked the occasion, brief it were on the lips, but the love? Eternal. And so it were that you slept in her arms and her in yours. Ready to give her the rest of your life. Ready to give her your very soul. and in all honesty, she already owns it.

#Spinel #Selfshipping #self shipping #yandere #light horror #steven universe

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hello!!!!!

haven’t posted anything in a long while and i decided to post one tonight before i sleep bc i feel guilty for not updating farhan’s newspaper hahaha. i’m also waiting for my hair to dry a little so yeah kill two birds with one stone!

my eyes are super irritated now btw like the right eye esp wtf i kept rubbing at it bc it feels like there’s smth in my eye and i HATE rubbing my eyes bc it’ll give you wrinkles and break all the capillaries around your eyes causing dark circles like mine is alr dark enough i don’t need it to be any darker. like i think it’s bc of my contacts?? a sigh that i must change my lenses alr pls sponsor me bb degree 500/500 brown or grey lens i’m ok hahahaahahahah. ok so i will try to summarize today as fast and as short as i can even tho i like to type everything down in details so that future me and future farhan may be able to recall memories easier but das ok we gotta be quick

ok so today i called farhan around 230pm cus i had a feeling he slept quite late ytd since he was woken up from his sleep. and i thought 230pm ok la can la not too early not too late cus he has to shower and prep and come over to my area as well. after some calls he finally picked up and then it changed to a video call? he has been video calling me a lot these days like instead of the usual normal calls and i’m not complaining tbh hahahaha i actually love it cus i get to see his face even tho we’re not physically together but i look damn ugly ah so sometimes i’ll not put my face in the camera damn stupid i know cus it’s not like he hasn’t seen my face in its worst condition like back when my acne were literal cysts and he still stayed and didn’t leave but hahaha these kinda insecurities will take a looooooong time for it to go away one la hais anyway ok sorry back to the story of the day!!!

wtf sorry if the paragraphing is weird ah or if got long gaps cus i’m typing w my phone n idk why it’s not letting me like just down space once small little paragraph space but ok nvm let’s not bother about that lmao. ok so then i got ready and did my hair and i’m kinda regretting cutting bangs the other time cus my hair got used to the long fringe that now my bangs curl up if i don’t use hair straightener or if it got wet or if i sweat like it doesn’t stay straight down so sad. then picked out my outfit in my head but i was still wearing home clothes when he came over cus i thought i should wait before i change since we haven’t technically decided on where to go and i rly didn’t wanna sweat before we go out. then we laid in bed for a bit and farhan was being such a cranky old man i just wanna give him a loving punch but i didn’t ofc. then i changed and wore this super cute outfit with my windbreaker and i actually rly like what i wore wth like it’s cute ok but there he was judging my outfit 🙄 annoying pe hahahaha cus it was so hot out and for me to wear a wb like a bit crazy ah so we went out of the house n all then i forgot my damn mask again cb i cannot sia always forget nowadays like can they just lift the rules alr. so i went back to take and then i was like fak i cannot i gotta change into smth less hot bc it rly was so damn hot outside like it looks like it’s cloudy n was boutta rain but no sia so panas gila so i changed into this little ahpek blouse which tbh is one of my fav vintage blouse that i own. i like the fit of it it’s oversized but not too crazy oversized that it just looks weird. i asked farhan and he said it just looks like when someone had sex and then borrowed the man’s shirt to put on and i feel like wow that’s actually quite hot sia mcm give me a bit of an extra boost of confidence liddat lol but anyway ya besides the point.

then after that we went to tampines and had saap saap thai for our lunch. it was niceeee since we haven’t been there in a long while so the food was great at least imo la. but the chilli pedas gila but i think quite shiok ah. the soup if not spicy not nice or like still nice but not as nice if it’s not spicy. but i’m a noob so i put like hujung je the chilli hahahaha farhan put like half sia gila. we also had milk tea and green milk tea which was initially farhan’s but we swapped bc the milk tea was too sweet for me. then after that we went to nine fresh!!!! my top fav bbt shop currently bc of the rly interesting toppings u can put. i think next time i wanna buy 0% ah cus i feel like the 25% like quite sweet sia idk why or maybe it’s bc the toppings alr sweet so when it’s mixed it feels like there’s double the sweetness. then after that we went to this korea mart. shine korea i think but wtf i feel like the shine korea like....... idk sia they don’t have a lot of variety and they don’t sell loose packs like how i feel most korea mart actually sell loose packs of instant noodles. i still like the one at bedok maybe next time i’ll head there to buy the items i need and cook smth for farhan 😂 even tho it’s just instant noodles but i learned a recipe on how to enhance the noodles and make it taste professional looooool so i rly wanna try making that for us to eat next time. oh and i’m so happy that farhan enjoys my wrap!!!!! this would be a story for another day.

then after that decided to head back since there weren’t anymore korea marts around. i had to withdraw some money for my mom first so we did that then walked back to where he parked his bike. then upon reaching home we just rested up for a bit. watched some videos and all. and i just wanted to sleep idk why when i’m laying on his chest or like shoulder i feel sooo comfy i legit just wanna sleep. but as time kept ticking we decided to head outside to lepak since we’re not married yet perhaps he felt like it isn’t good or nice of him to stay in the house till late but idk i think my dad was kinda distracted with soccer to even care much today so i felt like we could have stayed longer if we wanted to and omg leh my stomach rly said hello go berak so many times to me today walao i think 3 times? but good la hais i’m so constipated sia my bowel movements damn irregular annoying sia and unhealthy hais. then when we were outside it started pouring!!!! at first not so heavy but it got heavier throughout and it felt so nice!! and i know farhan can’t do this often but he stayed till like 5am before he left and it just brings back that memories of when he would stay till late just to keep my company and spend more time with me.

sobsssss i miss him alr 😭😭😭😭😭😭

i forgot to wish him happy monthsary before he left and he just wished me now as i’m typing this i want to reply him so i’m just gonna end the post here okay hehe goodnight!!

#octoberwithhan #adaywithhan

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21 Questions Tag!

Hi! This is my first question/answer thingy ever and thank you to @vanaera for tagging me!! ok luv u enjoy!😘

1. Nicknames: My nickname actually is Cora lol (it's short for my real name shhhh that's a secret) I have also been called 'Laura' but it's mostly people who mishear it

2. Zodiac: LEO (yes I understand we kind of suck but oh well)

3. Height: I was 5'4 (163cm) last time I checked but I act like I'm 6'2 and look like I am 4'10 cuz of my incredible asian baby face #blessed

4. Hogwarts House: Ok this is hard because I used to be a Ravenclaw but then I took the test again a while ago and I was Slytherin?? I took a bunch more recently and seems like I gradually became more Slytherin as I grew up, which I totally understand

5. Last thing I Googled: "How much do butterflies weigh" I was watching a documentary on the migratory habits of Monarch Butterflies hehe (google it it's actually super cool they fly from Mexico to Canada but are so tiny)

6. Favorite Musicians: Ok this was super hard because I am hella indecisive but... BTS, Samm Henshaw, Anthony Ramos, Travis Garland, Kiana Lede, Lauv, Emotional Oranges, LANY (just to name a few!!)

7. Song stuck in My head: Sympathique by Pink Martini REFUSES to leave my brain, but also no complaints cuz it's actually a good song (it sounds so happy but is actually depressing as fuck, very confusing)

8. Following: 69(hehe lol)

9. Followers: Not many yet cuz this account still babie

10. Asks?: Not yet but any are welcome!

11. Amount of Sleep: It honestly depends, I put my body through some torturous shit oops... right now its 8-9 but it used to be 3-4

12. What are you wearing right now: Lol really exposing my quarantine fits rn huh? I'm wearing my old highschool basketball shirt and fuzzy sheep pajama pants because FASCHON

13. Dream Job: I really want to be a Diplomat (maybe working for UN?), but like even a political analyst or assistant is cool too

14. Dream trip: I really wanna visit Brussels or Geneva

15. Instruments: Ah yes my asian expertise... jk more like years of lowkey trauma. I play the piano, flute, guitar, french horn, uke and recorder (I don't even know if the last two count but at least I can play the jojo theme song on both?)

16. Languages: Korean, English, French

17. Favorite Songs: Tbh this changes like every month but I am currently obsessed with: Stella Jang-Villain, Apink-Dum Durum, Eloise-Subside, BTS-My Time, BTS-00:00, Sydney Franklin (feat. Mac Ayres)- Forever,Kiana Lede-Skiterlude, Rich Brian (feat. AUGUST 08)-Arizona

18. If you were an animal what would you be? A rat or mouse (I know ew but hear me out) I think I'm more of a generalist, not really specifically good at anything but generally willing to try anything. I am also kinda smol i think?

19. Favorite Food: MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM. Sorry Namjoon I love you and your smexy brain but you are WRONG

20. Random Fact I have a phobia of butterflies and fish because they look so fragile and I don't want to accidently crush them or damage them

21. My aesthetic: Old books with writing in the margins, preferably old dictionaries, black coffee in stained mugs and rain. Lots of rain and clouds, cool humidity and moss and big unruly trees.

ahhhhhhh wow that was long. Thank you to anyone who read and I haven't really had the chance to make a lot of friends on here yet but here are some people I think are super cool @minsprings @subtlejiminie @hopetookmysoul @yoonsgiggle @jjkfire @jungkookiebus and anyone else who wants to because I really wanna get to know more ppl here! You honestly don't have to do this lol but you are welcome to if y'all have the time! Ok luv u bye

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Ranma 2/4

Part 3; Final: chapter 26-38

After this it’s on to good and proper timeline deliberation

These two are honest-to-God morons and I want to punch them in the face

*sigh* Ranma…

Y’know I almost had hope that this differed in the manga

Guess not

I DO NOT approve of alienation

However, getting emotional character development out of Ranma is like pulling teeth

So alienate away

Emotional Oof

THANK YOU!

*chuckles* Ryoga, you’re great

BREATHE

He’s dying don’t kill him early

FINALLY!

Ooo

didn’t see that coming

*tightly* I’m fine

okay, Ranma, you know what to do

*heaves giant ass sigh* RANMA!

*screams*

Look I know no chill, kay, shut up

RIP my shipping heart

*sighs* FUCK!

Not gonna lie, I’m Ranma

Careful, Akane might kill you

And with the way Hinako’s acting she deserves it

I’m actually with Nabiki on this one

I love how Ranma is rolling with this

Ooo that’s gonna sting

Those 3 are terrifying, honestly

Hinako, your timing is awful

STOP USING RANMA AS YOUR LANDING PAD SHAMPOO!

Ranma blubbering hurts WAY more than I thought it would

Ranma, you’re digging your own grave here

Someone call me when he learns his lesson FINALLY

*cringes* Yikes, tbh I can’t tell if she’s playing him

Ranma you shit

WHY

Why is it always Kuno?!

Oof this gonna hurt w Kuno’s understanding of Ranma’s curse

Expect all Ranma and Kuno- especially Ranko- interactions to hurt really bad

Ukyo, you’re an idiot

You too Ryoga

Honestly

Alright, that’s funny

Ukyo, you’re lucky they’re dumb

Oh God, you two are SO wrong, but I love it

Aaand what does that say about you two Akane?

Ooo I could make this really mean

It’s SO tempting

Well, that went nowhere

Poor Ranma

So many trans vibes, honestly

*screams* HOW? Who? WHY?!

Wha-wha-what?!?!

Ouch, that’s gonna sting SO bad

heheh

Ouch, that hurt surprisingly more than I thought it would

Further proof that Genma SUCKS

Just this once, gimme soft

PLEASE

Close enough…

Okay, this fight was AWESOME!!

*sigh* Why am I even surprised by Genma’s reasoning anymore?

If Ranma cries, Imma cry

Excuse me while I go scream

I literally don’t even know what to do with this

Chuck it in the fuck it bucket and move on, I guess

okay, the end was funny though

Soun, is that bird didn’t look out of it’s gourd I’d believe you

*Chucks whole birdhouse* “fair”

A+ pic of Ranma

In his defense, he can argue something else, they just won’t listen cuz Shampoo won’t go with the truth

Alright, so Shampoo is smart, but with Ranma she’s an idiot

Wouldn’t the smart idea be to send Ranma AND Akane in with all 4 objects at the start?

Ok, Shampoo Sleep-Fighting is funny

Ranma is so underwhelmed that he’s just not even caring anymore

How Kasumi the scariest one to be possessed

Alright, anything with Nabiki on the cover worries me

Holy Shit he played Nabiki

I’d be impressed if I wasn’t annoyed to hell

Let’s all be glad right now that Genma never mastered this

Where do you think he would’ve sent it?

My inclination’s the Tendos

If nothing else I’m impressed by Nabiki

Now play this man like a kazoo PLEASE

When Ranma lectures you on how you’re acting like kids, you done fucked up

I’m with Ranma

Are you sure Akane?

Cuz I’m not

Heheheheh

Thems the breaks Ranma

You deserve it

Holy Shit Ryoga, nice

Now, I understand that Pigs are your life, but you might be dead

And honestly, I don’t blame him

Okay, that one’s gonna hurt

No matter how you slice it

Morality, Ranma, I know you have it

I hate this

Ok, that was uncalled for

Ranma he’s gonna kill you

Also WTF are you thinking?!?

Oof

Wait… what?

I’m officially concerned

Ok, I actually kinda like this interlude

Akane… seriously, trust is a thing you need to learn

One would think she’d learn…

Okay, that is actually creepy

I would too Ranma, I would too

Jesus fucking Christ, you suck Happosai

LetRanmaMeetHisMomCOVID19!

Gemma you shit

Happosai, go fuck yourself

Nevermind, don’t let him meet her, this is ridiculous

“Where’s the fridge?” “Akane wanted it”

I shouldn’t’ve laughed as hard as I did

*sigh* I just want Ranma to have ONE normal parental figure in his life, is that too much to ask?!

I already hate this idea

He comes back Imma scream

Since when?

On what planet does penpal = boyfriend/girlfriend?

Ryoga, PICK ONE!

I’m getting annoyed with you Ryoga, which sucks cuz you’re one of my faves

Ryoga, how are you this gullible?

You deserved that Ranma

I would wish the fate of being Kuno’s wife on no one

Ever

Congrats Ukyo you’ve actually made me freak out

I don’t appreciate it

At all

*shudders*

Oh this is SO weird

Of y’all keep making comments like this WHY do you keep trying?!

Nevermind it’s Hiroshi and Daisuke, they’re in the know

I’m going to say it again

AKANE LEARNS TO SWIM LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!

This is why you don’t buy cheap food people

I can’t lie, I’ve been waiting for Akane to get possessed

That moment when the ghost is honestly being a bit too sensitive

Actually, he didn’t, so shut up

I could make the Hawaiian thing so Explicit

But I won’t, cuz y’know consequences and stuff

I’m not going to ask how Ashura drowned at Josenkyo

Taro, quit being a dick, you turn into a Minatour-like thing

God he’s dumb

When Crazy and Crazy wanna duke it out, Ranma’s got the right idea

Excuse me, what?!

Ooo, now you’ve made Akane mad, run

Wtf is wrong with you, Kodachi, he’s literally unconscious!

I think that was almost character development?

I can’t tell

Ranma should not look that good in a suit

Whoa, she actually like… said it

Damn

Everyone’s got 4 sec to start treating Ranma like a person

Oof, right in his pride

Akane, I need you to stop being cute for 3 sec so I can focus

Yeah, I ain’t making it dormant

Ranma, I can’t tell if this is sexism or jealousy, either way it looks ugly on you

“At least he’s scaring the cats” harsh Kasumi

Okay, so I’m 90% sure it’s just jealousy, which better but still ugh

Ranma, you can be kickass when Akane is too

Ya goddamn moron

I’m going to beat that into him

There will probs be some angst about that

Not gonna lie

Look I’m good at it

Sorry

Ranma, if you want to get MURDERED that’s the way to do it

Smooth one, idiot

Called out

You better do this right or I swear, I’ll kill you myself, Ranma

I believe that is a fail

Of epic proportions, congrats

You NEED to learn to keep your mouth shut Soun

Awww

But he’s not lying!

Ranma, just run, she’s actually pissed this time

FUCKING RUN!

Alright, Akane, NO

You’re playing into the patriarchy

Oh, right… 80’s...

I’m changing that!!

Oh My God PLEASE tell me Ranma gets deaged!! Please!

Ranma’s got more patience for assholes than I do

Jesus

Hah

He deserved that

Part of me wants to see Kasumi actually get pissed off

YES!!

I LOVE degaging plots!

Ranma, I want you to math that one out, just a little

YES!

I am LIVING for this!

There is so much wrong with that sentence Kodachi

Ok, that was a little too cruel Akane

Someone either get Mousse recognized as Legally Blind

Or someone get him glasses that work!

Either one, but PLEASE

I just got a “draw me like one of your french girls” joke from a horse

Even though the widespread joke is LITERALLY at least 30 years later than this image

OOF

Ice Cold

We’re running out of chapters for her to find out

She better have a canon way of doing it otherwise I’m gonna be really mean with it…

Bean… Gun… Plant…

Eh Seen weirder

Aww Valentine’s Day chapter!

Yes!

Poor Ranma

These two are blind to each other

Heheh

Aww

I love these dorks

Heheh oops, busted

I still just find the principal an honest annoyance

Wait… when did Ranma start wearing a school uniform?

Congrats Miss Hinako!

I just now realized that I’m going to have write someone who is ok with having a female chest

Gag me with a spoon

Bleh

I’m bad at that

I really do want to give Ranma clothes that do actually fit his female form

Ranma needs to look at the terms and conditions of good curse

Cuz this is getting creative

Uh oh

Ranma you have a brain, please use it

Hehe, she’s doing her body laundry

Oh shit

THANK YOU SOUN!

Fucking Happosai

Why are you the actual worst!

Oh shit

Goddammit Nodoka

That one was ALL on you

I expected this from Nabiki, but wtf Nodoka?!

Happosai you twisted fuck

Heheheh alright that’s funny

If nothing else Shampoo is sneaky

WHY is that the only way to undo it?!

Poor Akane she is so lost

Aw, poor Ryoga

Definitely not, Akane, but thank you for posing that question

Thank you for calling him out on his ego

This would be hilarious to see this before anyone had any bit of a clue about Ranma’s two forms

Also, Ranma, you need to keep her safe from the Kunos

*sigh* Akane, you’re wrong

Ooo, not good

And that is what no self control looks like folks

What is with that ending?

And this is what manipulation look like folks

Also, y’know, robbing someone blind

I’m assuming this is Konatsu and I love them already

I’m using they/them cuz I’m unsure of what pronouns to use

Y’know I thought the Cinderella thing was a joke, turns out I was wrong

I do not understand Konatsu’s thought process w Ukyo at all

Also, can you not knock them out?

I am forgetting the name of that one Hero from Supergirl but if my understanding Konatsu is correct I’m DEFINITELY going to do that

Yeah, that’s NOT how that’s gonna go over

Okay, can we all agree that the trick Kuno used on Ranma is HORRIBLE, right?

Wholeass mood for Ranma

Like you two need to shut up

I just want Ranma to wear a sun shirt and trunks to the beach ONCE

Ryoga… how are you so lost that you came up through the ground?

Ranma, how are you both a dick and a good friend at the same time?

Just tell me How on Earth did Akari justify the hot water for Ryoga with revealing that he’s Pchan

I’d like to think that’d be something they wouldn’t skip over

No questions, just punches a grave

Why does that grave hit back?

Honestly Nodoka almost finding is stressing me out

I could be SO angsty with the Neko-ken Fear thing

Someone tell me not to I’m that much of an asshole

So glad that she’s apparently gonna learn bc I would’ve been SO mean

God, Genma you actually suck

Oh, thank God she’s not too smart

The fact that he’s 300% ready to die is actually depressing

That was actually quite touching

If we ignore the way Ranma phrasing that is just plain wrong

Uhm… what?

C-can she do that?

I hope not

God, you two are so dumb!

Is her definition of “manly” emotionless?!

Bitch, have a heart!

Oh God make them ALL leave! ALL OF THEM!

You feel? You said “you’re leaving”

Ranma, the fact that you didn’t put that together I can’t help you Like my dad says “I can’t fix stupid”

The fact that he feels the need to run screaming from his own house…

Nabiki, WHY

I’m convinced at this point that there is something Nabiki HATES about Ranma and that’s why she’s making his life a living hell

Cuz you do realize at least ⅓ of his problems are because she told someone something that was private

I can’t tell if that’s an insult or a backhanded comment

Either way, RUDE

I can’t tell, is that Konatsu or is that Tsubasa?

Must go back and check cuz Akane’s comment about “trasvestite and a homosexual” confused me since Ranma mentioned being “the first male kunoichi”But then who HAS TO BE Tsubasa says they’re a straight guy

*sigh*

Yep, nope, that’s Konatsu

My understanding was that Konatsu was like actually trans in canon

Apparently I mixed that up

I’m making it canon

MtF Konatsu

Bisexual Konatsu

One of these days someone is going to teach people to cook before assuming they know what they’re doing

Seriously It’s not that hard

Did they seriously just try to marry an unconscious Akane to Ranma?!

What The Fuck?!

Aww, she’s cute

Ryoga has a bad sense of direction, but he’s never missed before…

Okay, that’s a little strange

Why is she hatching?

Poor Mousse

Lol, that was so sweet until Ranma was dumb

It’s still sweet, who am I kidding

“Do I look like I wear Totoro underwear” oh that’s GOLDEN

Le shit

Firstly, Genma is still and idiot

Second, how is he already in Moscow?!

Third, why do I find this hilarious

Oh fuck

YES Kick her ass Akane!

I’m confused

Ok, was heralding back to the first chapter intentional?

Why does he have the staff in the bath?

Ok, I THINK I know what’s happening here…

Oof Can you two leave?

Ok, I was DEAD wrong

Wait…

If she…

If the DROWNED AKANE Imma commit murder

Damn, if you wanna piss off Ranma that’s how you do it

I don’t know why anyone would think pissing him off is smart

Oh, thank God, she’s okay

What is with this kid?

Why is he such a pain in the ASS?!

So I know she’s not dead

Unless SEVERAL DOZEN Fanfics have lied to me

Which is entirely possible since they were all listed as AUs

Uhm… Ranma… you okay?

Good, get him out cuz he’s clearly in shock

This hurts

Okay, hate to be the one who complains that Akane’s not dead, but that doesn’t track

At all

Can I rescience this?

Please?

Am I going to be an ass about it, probably, but it’s me no one should be surprised by that in any way

“Honored and crazy guest” I mean, accurate

Alright, Shampoo you’ve got exactly 1 chance

Then I’ll maybe apologize for calling you names constantly

Oh I am gonna be such an asshole in this scene

Also extend it some

Oh, God I could be such a dick

I’ll restrain

I’ll just write one-shots instead

Mousse do the right thing

You have a Moral Compass I know that!

“Anytime THIS YEAR!” Damn the witty quips

Yeah, but you won morally

That’s what’s important

Why the Scooby-Doo line?

Go Ranma!

Ok, so that comment about Ranma basically fighting a God is NOT an overstatement

Noted

Congrats Ranma you made me Google a word

Turns out it is a word that had its height of use in the 80s

Neat

Explains why I had no clue what it meant

Someone shoot those damn chicken brains OUT OF THE SKY!

“Only rocks”, rocks Ryoga just confirmed are 3 Tons

*sigh* I’m gonna have to physics the shit out of that

Joy

I cannot tell you the amount my heart dropped when I saw a full color double spread

Jesus Christ

DAMN

You’re gonna make me cry, dammit

Aww

YAY!

Heheh poor Ranma

Chill, hun, you’re good

Aww he’s tiny!

WHAT IS WITH YOU 2?!

STOP trying to marry your kids while they’re unconscious!

I’m not crying you are!

*tightly* I’m fine

Kodachi LET IT GO

Literally everyone else too! I hate you all

Just so it’s on the record I’m pissed

Ok, so “back to the start” is definitely an oversimplification because Akane knows Ranma loves her Ranma knows she knows

Akane! Your turn!

Ooo, IDEA!

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