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kentolove · 2 years

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Inspired by this ask I just got!

The tweet: “I’m in the library and there’s a bf helping his gf study and I’ve been overhearing parts of their conversation for the last hour and he just said ‘Babe, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re going to fail this test, I love you, but there’s nothing we can do about it now’”

“You’re a lost cause.”

That earns him a loud smack on the chest.

“Don’t be mean,” your voice is oddly malicious and it throws Tsukishima off. “I’m trying!”

“I know,” he shuts your notebook lightly, careful to move your hands away. He takes them into his own, his rough fingertips stroking your knuckles. “But you’re probably gonna fail. Let’s just go do something else.”

“No.”

You’re stubborn, he’ll give you that. You’ve been studying relentlessly for the past week, yet nothing seems to stick in your head. He’s been helping you for five out of those seven days and each day it’s getting harder.

For him. It’s harder for him to hear you whine in confusion.

“Baby,” he’s tricking you. Manipulating you. He knows how much you love hearing that word fall from his lips.

“That’s gaslighting. You’re gaslighting me.”

“You don’t know the meaning of that word, baby.”

“That’s also gaslighting!”

You drop your head on the table, but instead of the harsh impact of the wooden table you were hoping for, you get a forehead-full of Tsukishima’s palm. (How fast are his reflexes? How was he able to move his hand fast enough to cushion your fall?)

“Don’t damage your brain even more,” he laughs, and you know one of his rude, mean, and severely unfunny jokes are on the tip of his tongue. “Can’t have my baby get even dumber.”

“Now you’re just being rude.”

He places his head on the table to be level with you. He’s looking you in your eyes, a smirk on his lips, and it feels as if you’re falling in love all over again.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, so politely and so lovingly.

“No. You’re an asshole and you’re mean and you’re the worst tutor and boyfriend ever.”

“Okay, I won’t kiss you,” you smile in victory, “but can I at least take you out tonight?”

You want to say no—you practically yearn to—but with that sultry look in his eyes, you can’t find it in yourself to say no.

“On one condition,” you push up from your position on the table.”

“I’m all yours,” he follows your actions soon after.

“If I get three kisses.”

He rolls his eyes. One kiss is placed on your forehead, the other on your nose, and lastly, one on your lips. It’s soft and sweet, but he leads it the whole way. A hand at the back of your head, his other wrapped tightly around your waist—he has you hooked.

He pulls away and strokes your cheeks with the backs of his thumbs.

“Have you given up yet?”

You nod, nice and slow, still drunk on his kisses.

“Then I’ll take you out, baby.”

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angelwingtrap · 1 month

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“Theon chose plain boots and plainer clothes, somber shades of black and grey to fit his mood. No ornament; he had nothing bought with iron. I might have taken something off that wildling I killed to save Bran Stark, but he had nothing worth the taking. That's my cursed luck, I kill the poor.”

-Theon II, ACOK

#this was so funny to me on a reread omfg #what an ass #Jon was right #theon greyjoy #asoiaf

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fruutes · 7 months

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REALLY Demetrius??? Right IN FRONT OF HIM??

#cant stand his ass #i need to steal his wife #or his daughter #or his son #NOT his son he will NEVER treat that dude like his son >:(!!#but i will take him nonetheless #i don't even like him like that it's like a rescue mission #what an ass #mf needs to read the book in his room #explosive ammo slingshots him #stardew valley #sdv demetrius #sdv Sebastian #sdv fuck demetrius #sdv

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ikram1909 · 2 months

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This is what that old bitter asshole was talking shit about Cubarsi over btw. the guy literally stepped on his toes but apparently he was "diving and he won't go far with this behaviour" smh good on Gavi for calling him out

#what an ass #pablo gavi #baby waby #pau cubarsi #fc barcelona

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effervescentdragon · 2 months

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my fave part of my newly cleaned room actually

#valtteri bottas #what an ass #when i wake up he just. looks at me #effervescentdragonrants #f1

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softquietsteadylove · 2 months

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So… have you watched or played The Last of Us? If you have, could you write Thena and Gilgamesh meeting after a fight with a few clickers?

Gil panted behind his palm. Even his heavy breathing was liable to get him killed in a situation like this. Fuck.

Half the party was already dead.

Between the upper floor and the lower, they had split up. He didn't know everyone--hell, he didn't really know anyone. No one had to know anyone in their little section of city life, and he liked it that way. But any loss was a loss, and it meant more food for those things.

Two clickers, as far as he could gather. One was on the mezzanine level, trying to flush out the rest of the team. The other was on the lower level, already spreading cordyceps to those below. Fuck.

Gil slowed his breathing. He looked up at the broken skylight. There was still some glass in it, but it was mostly a big ass hole letting in the elements now. If only he could get eyes on them. He was one of three of them who had real experience in the field.

He always tried to tell people he grew up in America, but he spoke the language. Then he would say that everyone had to do mandatory service, but that still meant he had firearms training. Didn't matter if it was the Korean forces or US army, they wanted anyone who could hold a gun and not shoot their own nuts off.

The other two were the team leads, did this regularly. One was a sharpshooter, talkative but also deceptively observant. Gil didn't know if he had served or if he just had perfect eyes, but either way, he was always on the scope. The other one was definitely the kind of guy who liked his time in service. He was tightly wound, always had a stick up his ass, liked barking orders.

The only other one Gil even somewhat recognized was the woman.

He didn't know her name either, but he knew that the sharpshot called her 'T'. He referred to her as Blondie in his head sometimes, only because, well, fuck--he didn't think a person could get any blonder than she was. Not in the dumb way.

On the contrary, she seemed lethally sharp. He had seen her around. She kept quiet, kept to herself. But he had seen her use sign language and she was light on her feet; those were already two assets that made her pretty much royalty to the field team.

Gil flinched back as that sickening sound drew closer. That creaking, croaking click that gave the things their name. He looked down at the floor.

Blondie was waving at him.

He looked up from the puddle. She was in a pretty good spot, actually. She was up on one of the higher shelves, crouched like a fucking cat. Her hands moved but he made a face and shook his head.

She gave up on the real sign language. She had eyes on them. One was right behind him. The other was downstairs. Their own were each pinned in the crook of a corner. Better to deflect that thing's sounds.

Gil nodded. This was their best bet. He looked at her and angled his rifle.

She shook her head. It wasn't a good shot. And even if the other one was downstairs, it would just come charging up at them as soon as they made any real noise. And those it was infecting now would follow.

Gil tilted his head back again. Why had he agreed to raid duty again?

Oh right, he was just feeling particularly miserable about things. And he wanted off body duty--anything but hauling the lifeless sacks around all day. Maybe something in the kitchens.

Blondie was waving again. She pointed up at the skylight.

Gil shook his head. What was the busted ass skylight gonna do?

She pointed again, then at him, then up. She mimicked taking the shot. Then...snowfall? Rain? Rainfall; Gil made a face and she nodded. She was telling him to shoot the skylight. The clattering glass might - just fucking might - be enough to distract those things.

He tilted his head at her, asking if she was particularly sure about any of this.

She shrugged, pulling up the dinky little handgun either Thing 1 or Thing 2 had given her. She nodded at him and then aimed downwind from herself. It almost looked like she was aiming at him, but he could see that she really thought shit through when she had something to say. She was going to aim for the one closest to him.

He took his aim too, looking at Blondie up on the shelf. He held out his fingers. It was on three, if either of them mistimed this, shit could go south very fucking fast.

Blondie nodded.

One. Gil drew in a breath. He still didn't like guns at all. He had never had to use his weapon when he did his mandatory service. Two. He didn't like any of this, to be honest. He wasn't really a violent guy, by nature. But the world was what it was, now, and violent delights had violent ends. Three. All that was left was trying to live day by day.

The skylight clattered to the ground below, even the glass that was remaining falling inward. Maybe it didn't seem like much when it was up that high, but it was actually a hell of a lot of glass that rained down on the first floor. The clicker down there screeched as it was sliced up from above. The bodies of their own also got buried in the sharp snowfall.

Gil winced as his gunshot echoed in his ear. It wasn't really an echo, one shot was his and one was hers. He ducked down, expecting shit to rain down on him too.

Blondie had pretty good aim, apparently. She got the thing right through the temple. It was still up, sure, twitching and all, but the brain was dead, thus no longer a source of nutrients for its host.

Gil walked out cautiously. He peered downstairs. There were only a few masses writhing and hissing down there. He spread some shots around, making sure nothing sprang up to trot up and meet him. Once nothing seemed to be moving, he dropped the barrel.

Blondie gave him a tight nod.

He returned it, looking around him. Dumb and Dumber were already skulking around the rest of the mezzanine, looking for evidence of more of them. True gentlemen, leaving the lady fucking up on a pedestal. Gil rolled his eyes.

Blondie eyed him from above as he walked over to her. A little glass crunched under his boots as he did. She was still curled up pretty tight on herself.

Gil nodded his head for her to come down.

She looked around them. There was a clicker body and a hell of a lot of glass around them.

Gil sighed. It was always easier going up than coming down. He pulled the strap off his shoulder and set his weapon down. He extended his arms up.

She gave him a look.

He scoffed and waved his hands again. What did she think--that he was trying to cop a feel? He changed the position of his arms, promising her an easy dismount.

She had her misgivings, and he couldn't really blame her for that. He kept his hands up as she slowly unfurled her legs. She let them dangle a little before scooting herself closer to the edge. She was really trying not to trust him.

Gil moved forward, grasping her by the waist before she could really plummet that last couple feet to the ground. Jesus, she weighed as much as a sheet of paper. He kept his eyes on her as he helped lower her to the ground quietly. Once even her toes were on the floor again he let go, holding his palms out and stepping away. No funny business.

She continued to eye him like a cat would eye a stray dog. Maybe he could see why; she was an itty-bitty thing, not that anyone was necessarily well fed these days. But the jacket she was wearing really hid how delicate boned she was.

Gil raised an eyebrow.

She gave him one last withering glare before tipping her head. It wasn't much of a thank you, but he accepted it nonetheless. She looked over at the clicker that had been right on top of him and then at him, from the ground up. Her sandy coloured eyebrows raised as well.

He pursed his lips and tipped his head. He wasn't bit, but he wouldn't call this a fun day out, or anything. He shrugged, and she seemed to agree with his lacklustre sentiment.

Blondie looked across the open mezzanine. The sharpshot signed something to her, and she signed back. She even had slim little delicate fingers.

Gil tiled his head to catch her eye again, hoping to be filled in. There were regular classes for sign language back in town. Maybe it was time he actually attend some.

She nodded to him with a hint of a smile. "All clear."

Gil blinked as she walked past him on the way to the lower floor again. "You can talk?"

#Thenamesh AU #thank you so much for the ask!#I've never played the game #but I did watch the show #I really wanted to to do this justice #the tone of the show is pretty bleak and dark after all #it's quite a change of pace especially for Gil #he has plenty of nicknames for Kingo and Ikaris in his head #Kingo isn't so bad but Ikaris #what an ass #Gil tries to be nice to Thena and the whole time she just glares at him #he's like okay just trying to be nice #but then they get back #and it seems like she never talks to anyone #same as him #but then he goes to class and the woman who teaches it hands him a note #Thena thinks you're nice she just as resting I Hate You face #Gil secretly keeps the note #and he attends classes regularly #because Thena barely ever speaks #but he learns sign so he can talk to her #also writing this without any dialogue at all was interesting for me #and I think Hannah from Those Who Wish Me Dead would get along with Joel #which is to say that they wouldn't like each other #but they would both do horrible things to protect their kid #and swore like crazy

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ego-meliorem-esse · 7 months

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Do you think the comments of the other nations get to France? I mean, they can be tough even if he has tough skin. I think he'd be one prone to rumination and while he reads people well it could hurt to see that they really mean it.

He is +2000 years old. As you said he reads people well but in all honesty, he has heard it all and doesn't really wreck his brain on other people's thoughts as much. If it's an insult or opinion that he by chance hasn't heard before, he'll be taken aback slightly. Though his pride won't really let him ponder unless he's in his depression spiral in the tub at 3 am.

I like to consider François an asshole. a prideful one at that. The country of love with a twist. Though I suppose if he does let a comment get to him, he will want a second opinion. Usually that is not Arthur, in this case that would be either Ludwig or if he's feeling 1100% like shit, Matt. Matt doesn't get personal texts or calls from his dead beat dad, and when he does it's awkward as shit. Though I guess Matt is a people pleaser and can get any storm to calm down, so it's honestly a good call to contact him in crisis.

in short, François is either non caring about other's opinions, or he is frantically trying to confirm his own beliefs about himself from another person. Depends on the comment.

#hetalia #hws france #meli speaks #ask meli #francis bonnefoy #what an ass

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shidouryusm · 6 months

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I just realised today marks exactly one year since my breakup.

I'm so so so proud for growing into myself in this one year. I have strengthened my boundaries, I have become more firm in asserting what I want from a partner and won't be settling for anything less. Most importantly, I have realised my own worth, my own importance so so much more than last year. I discovered what I genuinely like, I went out a lot with my friends even on countless self dates, I read books about self-worth and productive habits, I worked and studied hard, I travelled, I just became a relatively more happier person than I was, from 2021 infact.

Last year Sami would not make the choices this year's sami made. As much as I was hurt emotionally and it took me a fair chunk of month to recover, I'm glad I experienced it in order to realise how much I was depriving myself of my own potential and how much I, as an individual, am so much interesting with my own set of goals and likings. As well as realising I am also an individual who has things to work on before getting with someone else. My idea of dating has drastically shifted and honestly I don't think it would have happened if I were to be in that relationship still.

It wasn't abusive nor it was degrading or demeaning to me but I was unknowingly being treated as a much much less priority in the name of "work" and "space". Now I am very sharp about these sugarcoated distancing and disrespect and won't tolerate it otherwise.

I've grown. I am thriving. I am happy.

#sams.shit #a bit long post hehe but it is me rambling #wow I was so civil talking about my ex like damn girl you really grown #not really cause this POS did not used to like geto suguru #Like girl idek how you managed to pull me with a taste like that #more like I WAS WITH YOU CAUSE AINT NOBODY TALKING SHIT ABOUT SUGU #what an ass #sometimes a girly can be mature and petty at the same time #like this so yeah #to anyone- don't let your potential and worth be suppressed even unknowingly #by someone #because you are amazingly interesting #and noone should say otherwise don't let them ever #you build your own bubble of happiness that no-one except you should be able to enter #i love yall mwuah mwuah

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