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#i went through hell and back just to make this cringe video
lowkeyrobin · 2 days
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HII so I was reading your who you write for and saw you write for Charlie Bushnell, so I was wondering if I could get like reader and Charlie at like the an interview???
Thank you -🍄
hell yeah of course 🙏🙏 ; thank you 🍄anon, hope you enjoy 🫶🫶 ; i dunno how but this got a little off topic?? I apologize
CHARLIE BUSHNELL ; the interview
summary ; youre a journalist, he's an actor
warnings ; language, little cringe kissing scene (totally sfw dw)
disclaimers ; I said "scandalous ankles" because back in the olden days ankles and showing any skin was considered scandalous, for anyone who didn't know. reader is described to be not into fitness stuff, also don't mind me not knowing shit about fitness/weightlifting
word count ; 883
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"Hi, welc-hum inside." You smile, waving to Charlie as he enters the room. You then cringe at yourself in embarrassment. "Sorry, hi, welcome." You awkwardly chuckle, "I apologize, my words are all tangled today"
"You're good" He waves, a comforting smile on his face. He wears a black t-shirt with a logo in the corner and design on the back, paired with some jorts and sneakers like he just came from the gym. You didn't mind though, you urged your guests to come comfortable over casual.
Video interviews that weren't in front of a live crowd were the best for both of you, thank God. Meeting this Godsend of a man nearly gave you a heart attack. Just looking at his gorgeous eyes and his perfect features, nothing was wrong with him whatsoever. He was genuinely a 10/10.
He sits down in the guest chair across from yours, watching you sift through a desk a few feet away, looking for something. Your dress pants rise at the ankles every time you make a step, revealing more of your scandalous ankles, covered by socks.
You finally sit down, apologizing for taking so long to find your notebook where you held a few questions and conversation starters. The cameras begin rolling, and you introduce yourself and Charlie as per usual.
"So, what's it like being on set, with all the cameras, lights, props, and green screens? What are the action scenes like?"
Charlie lightly smiles as he gives you an answer, using his hands to talk a little bit. He seemed a little tense and nervous, but you didn't point it out or blame him, it took you years to be fully comfortable where you sat.
"What even are you? Cause like, you're an interviewer but also a journalist, what do you prefer being called?" The curly haired boy asks you.
You shrug, "Journalist, I guess. Interviewer could be put like, inside the circle of journalism, I'd say. I'm a journalist before I'm an interviewer"
He nods, giving you a gorgeous smile that you had to quickly look away for. You discreetly hide your flushed face, looking down at your notebook.
You write down some memorable quotes as you sit and chat with him, bringing up some interesting conversation and learning more about being on set and the production behind media.
After the cameras are off, you thank him and invite him to stay for some aftertalk and lunch. You came in with a large bowl of taco salad you needed to finish before it went bad and were offering it to anyone who wanted it. He accepts the offer, staying back in the break room with you to eat some of that salad you'd brought in. In his words, it was very much better than whatever fast food he was going to go get before returning home.
Your conversation quickly turns into one regarding music and working out, although you weren't too into fitness, the occasional jog here and there keeping you healthy, apparently.
You both stand up, setting your bowls and forks in the dishwasher to get them cleaned. You stand against the counter as he leans his hand against it a couple feet away.
He pulls up his t-shirt sleeve, flexing his arm to show off his muscles. He's trying to impress you, mostly, but you had asked how frequently he worked out. Not his fault.
"Usually lift about 145"
You nod, paying more attention to his face than his muscles. Not exactly your question, but you'd take it.
"You okay?" He asks, seeing you zoned out staring at him.
"Yeah, sorry-"
"Am I that handsome to you?" He asks, lightly teasing you.
"Wh- I mean, hey now-"
He lightly giggles, stepping forward a bit.
You stare into his brown eyes, colored like a dark chocolate mocha. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, seeing your eyes almost glimmer as they stare into his.
He's just a guy, you're an interviewer, a journalist. This is weird, isn't it? Is it not?
"May I?..." He whispers, looking down at your lips, then up at your eyes.
Triangle Theory.
You nod, a soft smile painting your face.
He quickly embraces your lips with his, hands resting on your waist. You melt into his kiss, your bodies tied together. He picks you up, hands resting behind your thighs, placing you on the counter.
You quickly pull away, hands on his shoulders as he stands between your legs. "Okay, what the fuck? Do that again"
He smiles, looking up at you. His arms are now loosely wrapped around your hips and waist area, his curls falling into place like dominoes.
"You're an interesting one"
"Says you, actor guy"
"Don't try and play me at my own game"
You open your mouth to speak, but shut yourself up, seeing the smug look on his face.
He holds your left hand in his right, a slight panic running through both of your heads as he rubs your knuckles with his thumb.
You speak up now, finding your stomach filled with butterflies.
"You make me want to grab a dictionary and manually find the words I'm looking for to describe you and how attractive that was."
He lightly laughs, kissing your hand.
"Whatever you say, journalist"
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galaxysharks · 5 months
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Last time I read the Madlyn Office AU uhm Maddox and Ashlyn are in a rocky situation that ended up Maddox telling Ashlyn that she was offered another job and Ashlyn remember what EJ had told her. I was just wondering what happened to them after that?
Ashlyn Bursts through the door to the office building. Ignoring the elevator, she sprints up the stairs, using the end of the railing to swing around and dart down the hallway.
Careful not to drop the wrapped package under her arm, she had to get there.
This has to work.
After she failed to respond to Maddox pouring her heart out, she'd tried to catch-up to her, but the Techie had already managed to make herself scarce.
She did run into Jet though. He was......less than receptive to her, at least at first. Apparently he wasn't about to let 'another rich white girl drag Maddie through hell before breaking her heart in the middle of an office event' ......which opened more questions, and made Ash feel even worse.
After an hour or so of frankly humiliating pleading, Jet did decide he believed her and offered to help. His help was a phone number for her to get something made for Maddox.
Specifically it was the number of their adoptive father Dewey. Which again added questions, she didn't even know they were adopted. Jet did warn her that she'd have a much harder time convincing Dewey, or Janine if she picked up, Maddox was their favorite.
Ash awkwardly tried to assure him that he was loved just the same, but he interrupted her and said it was obvious and he was fine with it. "A LOT of people in our lives have blatantly preferred me over her, and they weren't as nice about it, I can live with Dewey and Janine loving me just okay"
So, armed with a chance, Ashlyn went home. Later the next day, she called the number, and started a video chat with Maddox's adoptive parents. And clearly Maddie had called before, because they were initially less than thrilled to see her. After a long, long conversation that felt like taking a test she hadn't studied for, Janine finally agreed that they would help, Dewey grunting beside her.
And so here she was. Hoping she isn't too late. Quinn and Uncle Cash were in the office today to ask Maddox for her final verdict and in theory drive her to the main office, if she accepted.
Ashlyn ran into the Tech Support office, shamelessly shoving past her uncle and clumsily stopping herself with Maddie's corner desk.
"Wait!.....huff.....wait......oh my god, the stairs....."
Her sudden appearance has clearly startled the room, with loud exclamations of alarm. Maddox had a guarded look to her, but patiently waited for Ashlyn to catch her breath. Taking a final deep breath in, Ashlyn started her speech:
"Maddie I like you! I like you so so much! And I don't know why I couldn't say it before, but I can say it now, and I need you to know. I'm so sorry I ever made you think this wasn't serious for me, I've never felt this way about anyone before! I can't ask you not to go, because this is a great opportunity, but I have to ask that you at least take this with you." Ashlyn pushed the package into Maddie's hands.
Maddox stared at her for a moment before carefully peeling away the brown paper. Within the wrapping was a thin cross section to a pine tree, sanded and polished. Carved into the wood, "Ashlyn 🧡 Maddox" stood out.
A little cringe, maybe but Ashlyn is far past the point of pride in this endeavor anyway. Recognizing the handwriting and carving skills, Maddox's eyes snapped back up.
"Ash, this is..."
"You're parents scare the shit out of me. Also that's from your backyard, or theirs? The video call said it was coming from California."
The little grin that had started to form at the tree plate split as Maddie began to laugh. It was the most beautiful sound Ashlyn had ever heard. What she wouldn't give for a recording of that laugh, so that she might spend the rest of her life waking up to that sound.
"Ahem, as touching as this is, we kind of need an answer Maddox." And God, there have been dozens of times throughout her life that she wished Cash Caswell would just go mute, but maybe none with so much ferver as now.
Quinn for her part just looked thrilled with the amount of drama she's gotten to witness.
"I.....I'm so sorry sir, I really appreciate the opportunity, but I think I need to stay at the outlet office." Maddox said, never taking her eyes off of Ashlyn.
"Very well, it's a shame that a highschool relationship has taken precedence over your career, but--"
"actually Cash, we take pride in having the most state of the art system in the country, correct? I don't see any reason why Maddox could not perform her duties from the outlet office. If that is amenable to you?" Quinn spoke up finally, an amused and playful glare directed at Maddox, noticing that the teen had curled up under Ashlyn's arm, leaning into her side.
Ruffled, but too smart to pass up the opportunity, Cash agreed, but stated there would be a two month probationary period, after which Maddox would be transferred to the main office if her work showed any dip in quality.
And if Ashlyn got teased for the next two weeks about being extra with everything.....she could live with that.
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ladylannisterxo · 2 years
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may i request “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.” with steve
Sure can! Hope you enjoy! This is also an unofficial part two to this drabble - you don't really have to read that one to understand this but, ya know, wouldn't hurt 😉
Pairings; Steve Harrington x fem!Reader Prompt # 148; "I really want to kiss you right now." - "Then do it." Words; 1.3k Warnings; Some light angst, mentions of a past break-up, but mostly fluff
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It’s been a year since you’ve last seen Steve Harrington. A year since you called your relationship what it was and ended things. A year since you went off to college and Steve stayed behind in Hawkins. A year since you last made eye contact with the boy who ran away with your heart Sophomore year…
… But seeing him now, after all this time, it’s clear he still has your heart.
It was summer vacation and you were back in town. A friend had mentioned there was a party happening somewhere and you realized immediately how much you actually missed parties in Hawkins. It didn’t even occur to you that Steve may also be there until you looked up from the punch bowl and found him staring at you from across the room.
He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, as surprised to see you as you were to see him. You grant him a small smile and a timid wave and that seems to break him out of whatever reverie had taken hold of him. He blinks rapidly, averting his gaze to land anywhere else in the room, and then he bolts. Your eyes follow his retreating form as he makes his way through throngs of partiers and disappears down a back hallway.
You should let it go, take yourself outside to see what’s going on out there or, hell, just leave this party entirely but you’re curious. Curious to know if you’re truly only surprised to see him after all this time or if there is still something there between the two of you. Curious to know if perhaps he feels the same way too. You don’t give it a second thought, choosing to follow his path and find where he ended up.
You’re not sure how you know but the door you find yourself standing in front of no doubt shelters Steve on the other side. Maybe it’s intuition or maybe it’s that gravitational pull you always joked that he had, the pull that always led you right to him even if you weren’t looking.
You knock tentatively on the door and then press your ear up against it. “Steve? It’s me.”
The running tap of the bathroom sink shuts off immediately and then you’re met with silence aside from the occasional sniffle here and there. You press tighter against the door, straining to hear something, anything.
“Steve, can we- can we talk? Please?”
The doorknob twists slowly, so slowly, and you take a step back as the door opens and Steve appears looking run down and exhausted. He still has that glorious head of hair but it’s not as well kept as it used to be, now looking disheveled as if he just rolled out of bed. His eyes are red rimmed, from lack of sleep or crying, you’re not entirely sure but when he reaches up to run the sleeve of his shirt under his nose, you catch sight of his fingers, the skin around his nails red and bitten and picked at.
“Steve?” you say gently and his eyes hesitantly meet yours, “can I come in, just for a minute?”
He doesn’t respond, only taking a step back so you can slide in behind him. You shut the door behind you, back pressed up against it and Steve stands leaning against the sink, arms crossed, and doing everything he can not to look at you.
“How, uh, how are you?” you ask and immediately cringe at how stupid of a question this no doubt is.
“How am I?” Steve laughs lightly, bitterly. “I couldn’t get into college. My girlfriend broke up with me and moved out of state for school. All of my friends are fifteen year olds excluding Robin who I now work with at Family Video because that’s clearly the best I can do. My dad reminds me every single day that I have failed miserably at life and I can’t find another girl to date because every time I meet someone, they either have a boyfriend or I can’t take the next step because I’m still so hung up on you. But enough about me, how are you doing?”
His eyes snap to yours, a burning annoyance flaring behind his irises and you cast your own gaze downward, shame and embarrassment flooding your veins.
“I never meant to hurt you,” you whisper, tears brimming your lashes.
He sighs. “I know. I just- you did hurt me and I want to be angry with you but I can’t because I’m still so incredibly in love with you and that just makes it worse because you were able to move on and—”
“I didn’t,” you interject, “I- I couldn’t.”
“What?” he breathes, eyes wide and hopeful.
“I tried, I wanted to get over you,” you admit, “when I first made it to school and got settled, I went on a couple of dates but they never worked out.”
“How come?”
“Kept thinking about you.” You shrug with a soft laugh. “I’d be talking to some guy and he’d say something and the first thing I’d think is ‘Steve would never say something like this’. It even got to the point where I was bringing you up on dates. I knew then that I hadn’t gotten over you, that I may never get over you.”
Steve takes a tentative step forward, his finger hooking underneath your chin to lift your eyes to his. Your breath hitches when you meet his gaze, already beginning to fall hard and fast into those warm, deep, inviting brown eyes of his.
“I’ll admit, it does make me a little happy that it never worked out with someone else.” He grins sheepishly, trailing his fingers softly against your cheek.
You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. “I’ll admit, it also makes me happy too.”
“I really want to kiss you right now,” he blurts out suddenly. “Sorry, sorry, I just- I think about kissing you all the time.”
You bite your lip softly. “Then do it.”
“Yeah?”
“Steve, if you don’t, then I will.”
Steve surges forward and you meet him halfway, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. The sensation of his lips melding against yours is overwhelming but you’re positive this is exactly where you’re supposed to be, wrapped up in his strong arms with his lips pouring every ounce of love directly into you. You can feel tears prickling at your lash line as you pull him flush against your body, fingers tangling in the ends of his dark hair as your tongue slides along his bottom lip begging for entry.
He opens his mouth, allowing you in and the kiss becomes deeper, more passionate as his hands roam over the expanse of your body, gripping every inch of you he possibly can and pulling you tighter and tighter against his chest.
“I love you,” he says breathlessly, kissing your jaw and then trailing his lips down your neck. “I still love you so fucking much.”
“I know, me too,” you reply, head dropping back against the door as he attacks your neck. “I love you, Steve, I never stopped.”
He groans at your admission, bringing himself back up and pulling you back into another searing kiss. It’s languid in the way his lips move against yours, as if he’s trying to memorize the taste, the feeling of your lips against his. You’re certain that’s what you’ve been doing yourself, allowing your body to remember the feeling of Steve fully wrapped around you; the taste of his lips, the touch of his fingers, the warmth of his skin.
“Do you- do you maybe want to get out of here… with me?” you ask shyly, looking up at him from underneath your lashes.
“Your place or mine?”
You tilt your head up, ghosting your lips gingerly against his own. “Yours. Just like we used to.”
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Protector
Chapter One
Author's Note: *peeks my head out* hi
You guys over here on tumblr can't see the chapter count, but this is the last chapter! This story has been… shit, at least three years in the making? From the first brainstorm to today it has gone through a fuck ton of changes and updates and fights between me and my own characters when they wouldn't do what I wanted them to. But I really honestly love where it ended up and how things worked out. I hope you did too, and thank you so much for reading! I've really loved seeing everyone's comments and theories as the story goes on, and sometimes I honestly can't believe how many people read it, it's easily my most popular story for this fandom xD
But anyways, thank you so much for reading it! This story means a lot to me, and I hope you enjoy the ending and that you enjoyed the whole thing overall!
Chapter Forty-Three:
Most days, Virgil woke up alone now.  Logan said it was a good sign that he no longer worried enough about Remus’ safety to have to sleep in the same bed with him every night.  If Virgil had a bad night, he’d end up there.  If it was a really bad night, sometimes Roman would already be there.  But those were becoming few and far between, and more likely, Virgil would wake up, get dressed, and head downstairs to find Remus making some kind of monstrosity in the kitchen with Patton.
That was precisely what happened this morning, as Virgil walked downstairs and found Patton had made a horrible mistake in apparently thinking Remus was ready to learn how to make pancakes.
Spilled batter was covering everything in the kitchen, including Patton and Remus themselves.  Currently, Remus was pouring batter onto the griddle, and Virgil cringed and stepped back lest Remus somehow find a way to launch it several feet.
But some of the practice must have paid off, because Remus pulled the bowl up in time to make a pancake that actually looked more or less okay.
“Alright!” Remus called happily, setting the bowl down on the counter and spilling more as he did so.  “Now when do we add the bacon?”
“Bacon is normally a side that comes with the pancakes,” Patton said.  “But we might be able to add some to yours after we flip it.”
“Hell yeah!”
“Language!”
“Good morning,” Virgil called, startling Patton into spinning around.  Remus simply glanced over his shoulder and called “Hi Virgil!”
“Oh, good morning kiddo,” Patton said with a smile.  “We’re attempting to make pancakes.  I’ll admit you were a much less messy student.”
“Thank you!” Remus called, beaming at Patton.
“It may be a while before breakfast, but I think Logan was actually looking for you,” Patton said.  “He went back up to his room, but he should be down any—”
“Ah, Virgil, you are just the side I was looking for.”
“Minute,” Patton finished with a smile and nod behind Virgil.
Virgil turned around as Patton turned to try and explain flipping pancakes to Remus.
“What’s up teach?” he asked, following Logan into the living room.
“I wanted to invite you to the editing session today,” Logan said, setting his notes and his copy of the script for the upcoming video down on the coffee table.
“For the video?” Virgil asked in confusion.  “I don’t normally have much of a part in that process.”
“I am aware.  However, Remus mentioned the other day that you used to do quite a bit of editing for his ideas, back when there wasn’t anyone else around to do so,” Logan said.  “And as someone more familiar with his contributions as I am more familiar with Roman’s, I thought it was only fair to see if you wanted to join.  I think it is an especially good idea considering this latest video will be heavily focused on you and Remus.”
Virgil smiled a little.  “Well, that’s… not a terrible idea, I guess.”
The corners of Logan’s lips turned up slightly, and he nodded.  “Excellent, I look forward to seeing you there.”
“Oh, are you talking about the editing session later?” Remus called from the kitchen, turning and flinging a pancake up as he did so which promptly landed on Patton’s head.  “Virgey, are you going to come?”
“I’ll be there, Re, pay attention!” Virgil called, though Patton was laughing and didn’t seem at all upset.
“Awesome!” Remus called, turning to pour more batter now that the pancake was ruined.
Virgil picked up on Roman’s footsteps just before they started down the stairs, and had just enough time to realize that he was going to be disappointed before he called, “I smell pancakes!”
“Remus is making them,” Virgil called as his head came into view.  “I’d stick with frozen waffles unless you want to wait a while.”
“…That’s probably best,” Roman sighed.
“Hey, I didn’t even add anything poisonous this time!” Remus called from the kitchen.
Virgil leaned back on the couch with a chuckle as Roman headed into the kitchen to make waffles.  Remus made sure to flip a pancake onto his head anyway.
The volume in the kitchen started to raise as Roman and Remus started exchanging banter, and Virgil used the cover to turn and face Logan.  “Do you know how Janus is doing?”
“A little better, I think,” Logan said with a smile.  “He did some acting with Roman yesterday, and didn’t seem to even have a motive beyond having fun with him.  At least, that’s what Roman said he thought was going on.”
“That’s good,” Virgil said.  He shifted so he could push himself up to sit on the top of the couch.
“He’s also started forcing people to take breaks again,” Logan said.  “And if he’s confident enough to do that, I think that’s a good sign.”
“People?” Virgil asked, raising an eyebrow at Logan.
“I did not do anything work-related after dinner yesterday, like we all agreed on,” Logan said, adjusting his glasses.  “I was researching purely for the sake of enjoyment.”
“Yeah?  What’d you find out?”
Logan’s eyes lit up, and he launched into a rant about astronomy that Virgil could mostly keep up with.
They were both there until Remus and Patton managed to finish one pancake for each of them, and Patton headed upstairs to take a shower with a remark that he’d grab Janus on the way back down.  Remus, on the other hand, was attempting to lick the batter off to clean himself, which would be more efficient according to him.
Patton’s showers didn’t take long, meaning about fifteen minutes later he and Janus started down the steps and over towards the kitchen.  Janus sat next to Logan on the opposite side of the table from where Virgil and Remus had picked, but the dark circles under his eyes were less heavy today, which was progress.
“So!” Roman called happily, and everyone turned their gazes to him.  “The video is making good progress, and Logan said he was going to ask Virgil to start helping with the editing…?” he gave Virgil a hopeful look.
Virgil gave a thumbs up around a mouthful of pancake.
“Excellent!  In that case, I believe we’ll be ready to start filming by the end of the week!”
“That’s wonderful, kiddo!” Patton said happily.
“Indeed, I believe we are all eager to get started,” Logan said.  “Not because it is unreasonable that this video is taking longer, but because I think we are all happy to be working on something again.  And I very much look forward to having the figurative record set straight with Virgil and Remus.”
“Good luck with that!” Patton, Remus, and Roman all called at the same time.
Logan looked up at the ceiling, seeming to be contemplating his life choices.
Virgil caught Logan’s gaze and gave a roll of his eyes that Logan returned a grateful smile to.  He was pretty sure they were both glad there was at least one other side to be annoyed at antics with, especially since Janus was obviously hiding a smile behind his hand at the other end of the table.
“When does the editing session start?” Janus asked a second later.  “Do we have anything else to do today?”
“The plan was to begin after lunch, and I don’t believe there’s anything else on the schedule, why?” Logan asked.
“Because I am in dire need of a movie night with Thomas,” Janus said.  “And I was hoping we could fit one in.”
“We’re all eating breakfast,” Logan pointed out.  “It would hardly be considered—”
“Movie night!” Roman called with a happy clap of his hands.  “I’m down as long as I get to use your hat for voting!”
Janus hissed and put his hands protectively over his hat.
“I think that’s a great idea kiddo,” Patton said with a smile.  “I’ll ask Thomas after I finish eating.”
“I’m done,” Virgil called, standing up with his empty plate.  “I’ll do it in just a sec.”
He headed over to the sink to wash the dish as the conversation continued behind him.  He washed the dish and set it over on the drying rack, and sank out to Thomas afterwards with a wave at the others and a call that he’d see them soon.
Thomas was already sitting in front of the TV flipping through Netflix, so clearly some of the idea had bled over already.
He did pause and give Virgil a smile once he noticed him, though.
“Hi Virgil!  It’s not game night already, is it?”
“Nope.  Janus suggested an impromptu movie night before the editing session later.  I came to ask if you were alright with it.”
“We’re going to try and settle on movie all seven of us agree on?” Thomas asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course not, that’s why I got here early,” with a mischievous smile.  “I say we watch The Nightmare Before Christmas.”
“That doesn’t sound half bad,” Thomas said.
“Well, look at that, the vote is unanimous,” Virgil said, moving to his spot on top of the couch.  “Let’s get it set up so it can be ready when everyone else gets here.”
Thomas huffed a laugh and shook his head.  “You know sometimes I remember why you were originally a villain.”
“Oh you’re right, it doesn’t get any more devious than rigging movie votes,” Virgil said.  “Clearly I’m the worst side you’ve got.”
Thomas winced, and Virgil paused.
“Too soon?”
“Maybe a bit,” Thomas said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Sorry.  Joke rescinded.”
“It’s okay,” Thomas said with a small smile.  “So do we want popcorn for this movie night?”
“At 9 in the morning?”
“We’re adults, who’s going to stop us?”
“The debilitating social anxiety and shame,” Virgil said.
Thomas gave him a deadpan look, and Virgil laughed.
“No but you make an excellent point,” he said.  “Let’s make the rest of your popcorn all right now.”
“All of it?”
“There are seven of us.”
Thomas laughed, and they both headed to the kitchen to do just that.
Virgil expected it to be a little longer before anyone else showed up, but he was proven wrong when a second after he got out the popcorn he heard someone appear behind him and turned to see Remus.
He was holding something and looking uncharacteristically nervous, which set Virgil’s alarm bells off.
“Re?” he asked, setting the bag of popcorn down.
“I uh, made you a thing,” Remus said, shoving the thing he was holding at him, which looked like a wrapped gift.  “The thing that I was gonna make you before Janus was an idiot and ran off to the subconscious.”
Virgil took in it in surprise, looking down at it.
“If you want to go open that in private I can finish here,” Thomas said to Virgil.
Virgil gave him a grateful smile.  “Thanks,” he said, and he and Remus both sank out to Virgil’s room.
“I hope you don’t hate it,” Remus said instantly, with a casual tone Virgil could read through immediately.
“I’m not gonna hate it, dummy,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes with a fond smile.  “Hang on, let me just…”
He let his sentence fade off and pulled the wrapping paper off the gift, then set it to the side on his desk, and was met with a hoodie.
It was still black, but unlike his current one, this had bright purple patches and was the kind of brand-new fuzzy that hoodies had before you sent them through the wash.
“I figured, you kind of don’t have a color,” Remus said, still sounding very forcibly casual.  “And the rest of us do.  So.  You know, I made you it, and whatever and stuff.”
Virgil looked up at Remus with a smile, and then stepped forward and pulled him into his arms.  “You’re amazing,” he said.  “You know that, right?”
“Obviously,” Remus said, with a slightly choked up tone of voice.
“I love it,” Virgil said.  “Thank you.”
Remus made a small noise but didn’t say anything else, just pulled Virgil closer and squished him.
Virgil squished him back, and they both stood there for a moment being squished, which was as wonderful as always.
Eventually, they pulled apart, and Virgil took off his current hoodie and put on his new-and-obviously-improved version.
“You want to head out to Thomas and watch movies now?” he asked with a smile at Remus.
“Yes I do,” Remus said, starting to grin.  “You have to show off your amazing new outfit.”
“Naturally,” Virgil said with a smile, and he wrapped his arm around Remus’ so they could sink out together.  They had a 9AM movie night to get to, and a really good day after.
And a really, really good life to come after that.
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emmeriex · 2 years
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i also want a distraction from vol 2 and have been thinking about robin crushing on an artist reader and maybe she finds their sketchbook and there’s drawing of everyone from the group but robin and she gets upset but somehow find out, like the reader tells her she’s too pretty and they feel like they wouldn’t be able to draw her well enough? just fluffy cuteness maybe a confession, also can the reader be gender neutral? please and thank you and i hope you can recover from vol 2 ❤️
glad to know none of us are alone in our pain from v2 i changed the request just a little because cause inspiration struck if you're not happy with the outcome feel free to send another request <3 anyways everyday i wake up and thank god for making women
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warnings: a little suggestive at the end if you squint but otherwise pure fluff
“Do you not like me or something?”
Robin curses herself for blurting out the question, but she couldn’t help it. The atmosphere felt suffocating with neither of you talking in the car and the only company to her intrusive thoughts being the ABBA song blaring from the radio.
 You look at her with your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pressed into a frown and all she can think is you’re adorable and she wants to kiss you. You pull over and turn the music down and suddenly the atmosphere feels even more intense but this time the feeling is mutual.
“Of course not, why would you think that?” you try to sound consoling but Robin can hear a little hurt in your voice.
“Well it’s just…” she trails off trying to figure out how to best approach this situation. 
The silence is long and you both know she’s looking for an excuse. She presses her lips together and she decides that she’s made her bed and it’s time to lie in it.
“When you and Steve went to get snacks for the movie I knocked over your sketchbook,” she internally cringes because she knows it sounds like a lie even though it’s the truth. “and you have drawings of everyone in there. Like everyone, hell there was at least three of Erica I don’t even think you’ve talked to her three times. That’s completely besides the point, it's just there wasn’t a single one of me.”
Confessing it outloud makes her wish she jumped out of the car when you were driving. It sounds childish she might as well stamp her foot and pout about how it’s not fair, but to her relief and surprise your face softens.
“Oh um, that’s because… can you hand me my bag?”
The request is confusing but she complies, handing you the messenger bag by her feet. Your rifle through it for a moment before pulling out a sketchbook. It’s different from the one she went through. That one had been covered in stickers while this one was one of the fancy black ones with thick pages with prices so high they made you frown, and made her wanna spend every cent earned at Family Video on them for you.
You hand the sketchbook and she tentatively opens it only to find a drawing of her. She immediately knows it’s her from last summer because you’ve sketched her in her old Scoops Ahoy uniform. She flips the page and there’s another drawing of her and another and another and there’s a drawing of her on every page.
She remembers sleepovers in middle school where girls would twirl their hair and kick their feet while talking about boys. She felt so utterly confused in those moments because girls actually did that because of guys? It wasn’t just something made up for every crappy teen movie with actors old enough to be her mother playing high schoolers? Now she gets it. Now she wants to kick her feet and twirl her hair because you have a sketchbook full of drawings of her and she’s on cloud nine.
She’s snapped back to reality by your hand on her face. Thumb stroking her cheek and fingers gently under her chin tilting her face towards you.
“You’re just really pretty.”
You think she’s pretty and that makes her feel revered.
Your eyes flicker back and forth between hers and her lips. She leans in as a silent affirmation of consent. You bring your other hand to her waist and close the gap. It’s soft and chaste but it feels like a seal on your relationship. Confirmation that you both want each other. You pull away first and the look in your eyes makes her so crazy she wonders if she needs to be institutionalized. The way you drink her, looking at her as if she’s some sort of divine personification of beauty itself.
You lean back in and this time it’s heavier. It’s open mouthed and she feels dizzy and overwhelmed from the amount of you. Your hand squeezing her hip, your floral perfume, your cherry chapstick. You want her.
You break the kiss but before she can even process it’s over you’re already trailing kisses down her neck.
You really want her, and it feels euphoric.
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I think people need to be reminded of what Chris said and approved to be printed 2 days before the ridiculous central park cringe sprint:
"That's absolutely something I want." He says. Just don't expect him to talk much about it when it happens. "Some things you want just for you, or just for my family and my friends."
Do not forget the man's himself said this! While supposedly having been in a relationship the entire previous year, happy and private and no one knew a damn thing. He had what he wanted, something for him and his family and friends and peace. He had it all.
Yet they both decided to call up Jesal, fly into New York City for some reason, while both were apparently in Atlanta, and plan a stupidly debunked circular and back stepped walk through crowded as hell central park, in masks, and give their relationship away to the world. Days after that statement for SMA 22 and on the day her show premiere. Why????? I'll always be stuck here, forever. This was not needed at all.
Celebrities date in privacy all the time. Chris has dates in privacy himself before, but he still was seeing going out to eat, getting groceries, enjoying things his lady enjoyed and things with his lady's family.
The only thing we have ever seen comes directly from Chris. And her and her side trolling. We've seen their private, alone, romantic trip to Finland and all the alone, Hotel scares and alone, airpod wearing hikes. We've seen him mocking their age gap multiple times, humiliating her and showing her throat and things she doesn't like. We've seen her completely change her life for his, suddenly like things he likes, do things for him and his 40+ year old group of friends. We've seen her....*her* be willing to post her own porn on a social media platform just to bury her and her friends racism.
Do neither of their teams realize (or care) how much they've fucked this up, and how much different this would have been if photos of them getting groceries together was their "official" relationship drop to the public, and then stayed fucking silent? If her friends didn't troll and post photos from Chris' private homes and brag about getting to ride in luxury because their friend bagged a millionaire?
If they were just fucking normal in this situation? Like he was with Jessica, Minka, and Jenny. They were normal, they were real. There was never anything to prove to the internet fans, the GP. They didn't care. They just...lived.
The reason shit is still going on is because they don't know how to do normal. Instead of the video and silent photo dump obituary he posted for valentines, he should've stayed silent, like his mo, or posted a single couples photo. Like every normal couple does. People can change, I'll give him that. But were supposed to believe he went from the above quote being a 0 to 100, allowing all that into the world of his private, happy relationship? Nah. They are extreme hiding from fear and shame and they shouldn't feel that, if this was real. But that's all on them, if it was.
There are so many celebrity relationships that don't get the backlash this receives, because they are NORMAL. They post, they behave normally, they live their lives. They are real. End of.
Sorry for the long one. I get frustrated that people so easily forget the basic facts when shit comes out. 🤣
Finally getting a chance to read and process my longer asks from today.
I’m now thinking about your points combined with Scott’s comments that Chris is a normal guy trying to date and the pressures he’s under while dating in the public eye.
For me it all just really underlines that Chris would keep a relationship private to protect it. That’s not what we’ve seen here at all.
Go back and listen to Scott’s comments after the first question about Chris. Does this make sense as a real relationship juxtaposed with that?
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What Once Was - Part 8
Title: Part 8 - Surprises
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2,363
Warnings: none
Summary: Five years ago, Y/N had a choice to make: stay with the man who was breaking her heart or move on. Rather unsuccessfully, she chose the latter. Jensen learned the hard way that you don’t want to let past heartbreaks keep you from finding the one. Having been burned, love is not something either one trusts or feels openly without great hesitation. However, after holding on to what they had and being unable to move on, will Y/N and Jensen finally be able to realize they are better together than they are apart?
(Set in 2015)
Chapter Summary: Jensen and Y/N are finally giving a relationship a shot. Y/N still has some reservations, but they quickly melt away after talking to a good friend.
A/N: I'm sorry guys. This has been a weird time for me. It's hard finding time to write right now, and I'm doing my best. However, it isn't feeling like my best work. So, my apologies. Still, I hope you enjoy it!
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Two months.
Two months of trial-dating Jensen Ackles have passed in a blur. Each day brings me more happiness than the last. Even though it’s been mostly text messages, video and phone calls, and being thousands of miles apart across multiple time zones, it’s been everything I always dreamed of all those years ago. Beyond that, being together was easy. Easy to talk and be ourselves with one another, just like it always had been…
Despite it being easy to be together, being thousands of miles apart isn’t.
So, with a long weekend ahead of me, I booked a flight last minute to Vancouver to surprise Jensen. Thus, here I am sitting on a plane with my knee bouncing as I impatiently waited to take off.
Time together is something we both need right now. Shooting has been stressful for us both, making the distance feel even longer than what it is. But we’ve both been here before… in far more established relationships and we all know how those turned out.
I took a deep breath and looked out the window of the airplane, letting my breath out quickly in a heavy sigh.
I hope this surprise isn’t a bad idea. I hope that it isn’t a mistake. My gut is churning too much to be able to tell if it is or not, which leaves me feeling like I’m in limbo unable to figure out if I’m worrying over nothing or not.
I really hope I’m not…
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I tried my best not to cringe while watching Jensen get thrown through fake furniture and dragged up a wall via ropes. I know he’s fine. The crew wouldn’t let anything happen to him with all of their safety plans in place. But it doesn’t stop me from worrying.
The scene wrapped shortly after that. I remained hidden behind the camera crews, back by the tables set up for props used in the adjacent sets. Jensen was all smiles as he and Jared started unhooking themselves from the gear that was connected to the ropes. I couldn’t really hear what they were saying, but I knew the moment Jensen realized I was here.
Jared spotted me first. His eyebrows pulled together and he asked Jensen something while looking right at me. Jensen whipped his head around, looking for - presumably - me. It wasn’t until Jared grabbed his chin and directed his gaze towards me that Jensen saw me. In two seconds flat Jensen’s eyes went wide and the most radiant smile broke out across his face. 
“Y/N!” He shouted before taking off in my direction like a bat out of hell. “Y/N, what are you doing here?!”
Within mere seconds I was finally wrapped back in his thick, strong arms. A trail of giggles escaped my lips as he lifted me up, spinning us in circles. As my feet touched the ground again, I looked up into his dazzling green eyes. From the way he looked down at me, I couldn’t help but feel my heart begin to race beneath my rib cage, beating against the bones holding it in.
“I’m here to see my handsome guy,” I smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. I willed for my heart to slow down. “Have you seen him anywhere?”
Jensen rolled his eyes. He tossed my messy curled hair lightly, ticking my racing heart back up. "Yeah, I'm right here smart ass." 
I leaned up, gently kissing him on the cheek. “It appears that you are.”
Jensen wrapped me up in his arms again, pulling me in tightly to his broad chest. I wrapped my arms lightly around his waist. The lights from the set casted a warm glow behind Jensen, highlighting his features in an ethereal way. A mellow smile tugged at Jensen’s lips, forming shallow, thin wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.
“So, what is with the surprise visit?” Jensen asked, his dulcet voice finally calming me back down.
“I missed you and wanted to see you,” I confessed. “Two months apart was long enough for me.”
“Well how romantic.” He beamed down to me, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. “I didn’t take you for the romantic type.”
I stuck my tongue out at him before pushing him away. “Ha ha Mr. Funny.”
“You know I’m just kidding.” He reached out to pull me back into him. Craving his touch and knowing his break won’t last forever, I fall into his arms.
“You better be,” I gently scolded him.
“I’m very happy that you surprised me by coming here.” Jensen tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear. 
“You are?” I ask hesitantly. 
“I am,” he reassured me, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Hey guys,” Jared interrupted, trying to be considerate about when he did. “They’re ready for the next scene, Jens.”
“Right,” Jensen sighed. His eyes pressed shut for a moment as he tried to recenter himself as Dean. “My assistant, Joan, can take you to my trailer. Why don’t you hang out there for a bit? We’re almost done for the day. I will come see you when we’re done.”
“Sure… Uh… Okay,” I stuttered, my smile faltering a tiny bit.
Jared looked at me supportively. “It’s good to see you again Y/N. We should hang out while you’re here.”
“Yeah, we should. It’s good seeing you too.” I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking it out to try and conceal my nervous fidgeting. “Uh, who’s Joan?”
Jensen called over his shoulder to a woman on the edge of the set who was busy typing on her phone. She looked like she was in her mid to late 20’s, hair pulled back into a twist. Her head immediately snapped up when she heard Jensen call her over, her feet making quick work of bringing her in our direction.
“How can I help?” she smiled sweetly at the guys, her eyes darting in my direction and giving me a quick once over.
“Joan, this is Y/N. She’s my guest on set today, but she could probably use some rest after traveling. Could you bring her to my trailer, please?” Jensen asked as he looked at me tenderly.
“Sure thing, Jensen. Anything else? Do you need anything before the next scene?”
“Nah, I think I’m good. Thank you, Joan.” He turned to smile at her before focusing back on me. “Relax, clean up, or do whatever you need to. If you need anything at all, text me and I’ll have Joan bring it to you. This should be our last scene to film today, unless Bob has something else he needed done last minute. So, I should be able to join you in a couple hours. Max.”
“So long as you two aren’t up to your usual hijinks, maybe,” Joan scoffed, smirking at the towering men.
Jared chuckled full-heartedly. “No promises.”
“Come on, Y/N,” Joan smiled kindly at me. “Let’s get you away from these dorks.”
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As sweet of a gesture as it was for Jensen to allow me some space to relax, this was the last thing I needed. Being tucked in here… alone… The thoughts that almost stopped me from coming in the first place finally had the time to barrage me. 
Jumping on a plane last minute was a bad idea. 
He doesn’t like surprises that much. 
What if he didn’t want to see me this weekend and he’s pretending to be happy? 
I should have checked his schedule. Cleared it with him. Or Jared, for that matter.
This was a stupid idea. What were you thinking? You two aren’t even official. Probably won’t ever be.
Coming here was a mistake.
Thankfully I wasn’t left alone too long before Jensen came back, Jared trailing behind him with a genuine smile that reached his hazel eyes. At least one person seemed truly happy to see me.
“Finished early?” I asked, shutting off the t.v. as they filed into the trailer.
I tried my best to hide the worry I’ve had wracking my body for the last hour and a half, a feeble smile reaching my hesitated gaze.
“We are, and Jare had an idea!” Jensen informed me as he fell onto the couch beside me, laying his arm behind my shoulders.
“How does drinks and food at the Alibi Room sound?” Jared asked, leaning against the counter top in the kitchen area.
I swallowed hard. Drinks probably weren’t a good idea with how my brain is acting… but I don’t want to be the reason the smiles on their faces dim. They seem super into the idea.
“Sounds like fun,” I smile weakly.
“Sweet, I’m going to get changed. Leave in fifteen?” Jared asked Jens.
Jensen nodded. “See you in fifteen.”
Silence filled the cabin of the trailer after Jared left. But it didn’t last long. Jensen shifted beside me on the couch. His head tilted as he looked at me, realizing I wasn’t looking back at him.
“Everything okay, Y/N?” he asked, grazing his fingers over my cheeks lovingly, coaxing me to look at him.
Finally seeing him, really seeing him, my anxieties began to ebb away. There was a softness to his features, a love that used to be hidden away. Still, the worry in his eyes was hard for him to hide as he scanned my features, noting my hesitancy to respond. 
“Just… alone with my thoughts for too long. I will be okay though.” I decided to be honest with him, while remaining as vague as possible. Pressing my lips together into a strained smile, I hoped to convey that I didn’t feel like talking about it more.
From the way his eyebrows pulled together as they lifted and his eyes continued to search my face, I knew he wanted to ask more about it. Thankfully though, he chose not to push it.
“I’m here if you want to talk. Always,” he reassured me.
I lifted my hand to his cheek, rubbing my thumb back and forth against his scruff. “I know. But, let’s get ready okay? Don’t want to keep Jared waiting.”
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I stared at Jensen from across the bar as he waved down the bartender. A slow lurch rolled through my stomach over and over again. Tearing my eyes from the expanse of his muscular shoulders, I stared down at the glistening glass that used to hold my third drink of the night. With how unsettled my stomach felt another drink was probably a bad idea, knowing that they’d only exacerbate my anxieties.
Taking a deep breath I inhaled through my nose and exhaled out my mouth as I tried to refocus on what Jared was saying.
“What is going on Y/N?” he asked, his eyes soft as he scanned my face. “I have been talking to you for the last couple minutes about nonsense and you’ve not called me out on it.”
“Sorry… I just… I’m thinking another drink is a bad idea.”
“How come?” His eyebrows knitted together as the twinkle in his eyes dimmed, his shoulders slumping down slightly.
“Because I can’t stop thinking about how this is the first time Jensen and I have been in the same city in two months. How… How when I look at him I am beginning to picture the same future I used to, only it’s better and… an actual possibility. How all of that could easily be ripped from me all over again… How coming here this weekend feels like it was a bad idea and that I never should have surprised him.”
“I don’t think any of that is something you have to be worried about,” Jared assured me, his hand resting gently overtop of my forearm.
My eyes quickly searched his face for any chance he could be lying. The worry and concern fell away, having been replaced with relief. Still, I couldn’t stop myself from trying to see if he was just telling me what I wanted to hear. He wouldn’t do that. I know Jared. But I can’t help but feel… 
“Look,” he said as he set his beer bottle down after having taken another sip. “Every day for the last two months, Jensen has talked about you nonstop. It’s been your name, or things about you, that has been brought up in every conversation he has. With literally everyone.”
My eyebrows shot up to my hairline. 
“Jensen is madly in love with you,” he continued. “Honestly, he always has been. Now, he finally gets to share that love outside of himself and he’s excited. Coming here as a surprise and showing him that you’re interested in pursuing this relationship, was the best thing you ever could have decided to do. So tell the traitorous thoughts to hitchhike it out of your head.” 
My brain froze from emotional overload. I tried to come up with the words I wanted to say back… but I couldn’t form them on my tongue. It felt numb against the roof of my mouth and my teeth. I could feel that my eyes were still widened from when my eyebrows disappeared into my hair. 
“That was probably a lot to take in. So before Casanova comes back and sees this doe-in-the-headlights look, I think it’d be a good idea for you to excuse yourself to the ladies’ room,” Jared offered with a half smile. “No sense getting him more worried over you.”
I pulled myself together to nod my head, murmuring “Thank you, Jared,” as I slid out of my chair and walked towards refuge in the restroom.
Once there, I headed straight for an open sink and splashed my face with cold water over and over before drying my face with the paper towel. I looked up at my complexion in the mirror. My makeup was fairly smeared, so I tediously wiped it away with a semi-dry towel. 
Wiping my face gave me time to think over what Jared said, though. And maybe he was right.
Maybe I didn’t have anything I needed to worry about this time around when it came to Jensen.
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what-if-nct · 1 year
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just to say, were teenagers in your generation much weirder and fun than mine (i was born 2004)? i always think that those around 1985-1995 are just a whole new level of weird when it comes to fangirling and just being a fan in general. nowadays, teenagers are prettier chilled and sometimes even boring since they had all matured too fast for me.
maybe that’s why i always wished to be born earlier. must be fun being on the internet as a teen in the early 00s to the early 10s. even on tumblr. seeing all those blogs making posts on a kpop idol’s legs. you can’t even do that anymore without being seen as cringe and even peer pressured into being “normal.”
I'd say that it's complicated cause I was a teenager between 2006 to 2013 that's 13 to 19. And like if you were weird or a freak or honestly just emo or liked anime you were kinda exiled from the normal people. Me and my friends were treated horribly we just had each other. I know in the 90s they had beat the freak week which is absolutely terrifying I watched a video about it from a goth who was in highschool in the 90s. So I'd say there was never a mass majority of weird kids like there is always the "normal" people who dictate what's socially acceptable and others who don't fit in.
But I will say that in the late 90s to early 2010s the internet was where all the weird kids went and even had sites just for us. Like there was Myspace in middle school but vampire freaks branched from that. And Tumblr was just full of weird kids when I was in highschool no normal person used it like we did till maybe 2015. The difference is now everyone is on the internet it's no longer weird to spend all day on the internet it's normal and easy. So with that now everything online is under a microscope and you have to be normal to not get attacked for not fitting in.
Hell you can't even be over 20 in the kpop fandom while so many idols are pushing 30 like all the other millennials. Johnny's a year and half away from 30, that's a grown man with a 401k, mortgage and wife he has to come home to cause he knows he will sleep on the couch if he comes home late after I cooked all day for him and our kids haven't seen him in weeks. What about Jordan, Johnny? you promised you'd go to his game and Jessica, she has her recital . Johnny we both know things haven't been the same in months. I'm leaving you, Chris actually cares about the kids unlike you. Like that, only a handful of people would understand that imaginary tangent but not the majority. I say just like we all did before you just gotta find a space where people like you will welcome you with open arms like here. Cause the landscape of the internet just mimics the real world but even worse because theres anonymity and people are more callous.
But yeah don't be fooled being a teen when I was, was only fun with your friends outside of school and on myspace or vampire freaks. Everywhere else sucked especially Facebook , I hated Facebook then and I hate Facebook now. All my highschool and middle school friends need to know is im cute that's it they no nothing about my life or who I am cause fuck them. my stories just accidentally end up on Facebook through insta and I intentionally post the most vapid things I honestly hate 98% of the people I went to high school with there's like 3 cool people. Only keep Facebook just in case the one who got away finds me. Jacob I'm not shy anymore, I'm actually ready now. come back! So take that as to how it was when I was a teen.
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principlecosmosis · 11 months
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Beautifully Random!❤️
It’s been almost 3 years now, since we decided to call our friendship, relationship, since Random Beautiful Things!.. We thought of giving each other 6 months.. and we thought that we will decide whether to pursue it as a relationship or not after 6 months on my parents wedding anniversary (12.12.2020), it took us less than 15 days to come out of our closet, and tell each other that we are in love with each other!
During our initial phase of relationship we put a lot of effort into it.. we shared our stories.. we shared our funny childhood stories, we cried over each other’s losses.. we celebrated each other’s wins, and comforted each other during our losses.. we stayed up whole nights, listening to new songs (Meherbaani, Waqt ki Baatein, Rab ka Shukrana, Atif songs!), new albums (A Walk to Remember, Dil Bechaara), watched multiple movies in one single night.. most importantly, we talked a lot.. but like every relationship, it’s always the highs and the lows..
Our relationship became like a clouded sky, it was dark all over.. and it rained, it rained for the next few months.. however, when we started our relationship, we established some ground rules - breaking up is not an option, stay together to face a problem together, it is always we vs problem and never me vs you.. Both mine and your personal lives took beating, while you suffered covid, lost family members, I struggled between my job and startup and stress.. we weathered that storm together too.. a good phase was about to begin.. we started pursuing Dance and Music as our skills respectively.. we also started to learn React together, we grew together in that phase.. we talked more about our insecurities and became more and more close with each other..
Our lives changed drastically, when two simultaneous big things happened, we decided to come to Hyderabad and I decided to step out of Hexagon, now that I think off, this is the single biggest change that we have faced both as a couple and as individuals.. this new life, togetherness on a whole new level taught us a lot about each other.. we understood each other on a whole new level.. it was as simple as holding hands.. walking on streets together.. having golgappe together.. watching movies together in theatre.. we got to know how our hands look together, how well they complete each other.. how well our eyes talk to each other.. we also discovered that we need to work on our communication.. and we worked on that a lot.. it resulted in building more closeness.. I remember going to metro with you.. deciding whichever station we want to go.. and just hop in.. no reason whatsoever.. we went to waterparks together.. and explored amazing cafes together! I really like to go out with you, it feels amazing hanging out with you, because we can discuss practically anything under Sun!
Present day, we are still going strong, on the amazing foundation that we’ve built together over the time of 3 years.. we’ve travelled together.. stayed in a tent together.. flew together.. travelled in the epitome of chair car together, saw a beach together.. things aren’t that lovey dovey that they used to be, huge thanks to my work.. but I still carry hope.. I am still optimistic.. I am still fresh to explore new opportunities with you! Because I know how well our hands fit together, because I know that the smile we have on our faces when we see each other is genuinely unique and the weird faces we make on video calls represents our comfort! I want to grow old with you, because I don’t want to curse a cringe movie alone, and I don’t want to watch Tarak Mehta alone! I always want my arms to be your home be it any season, any mood! This is how much I love you and I love us! There will never be anyone like us, and that’s why you’re my number 1 priority. When I’ll feel alone I’ll complain, when I’ll feel that I’ve gone ahead, I’ll wait for you.. hell, I’ll even go back and pick you on my back and will see life through us!
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shotorozu · 3 years
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‘hey y’all i’m here w/ my best friend’
tiktok prank
character(s) : todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki (bnha)
based off this tiktok
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned
headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)
note(s) : yeah so my activity is pretty wonky 💀 anyways have you guys seen how momo looked like in the new episode? hot and the baddest b word in the house, as always
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todoroki shouto
you think it’ll be hilarious to see, because his reactions are always top tier
despite his usual stoic and neutral expressions, with you— his expressions are versatile, and he creates expressions no one thought he was even capable of 💀
when your classmates saw your tiktoks, it was shocking to all of them, excluding the obvious, which was you of course
but lowkey, you’re scared 💀 shouto could go from this loving, and sweet boyfriend, to the coldest bitch alive
still, you decide to go through with it
doesn’t think too much when you ask him to be in a tiktok, it’s quite routine at this point— plus, he finds it fun
but the AUDIOO
and shouto’s always willing to be in any tiktok you want him to be in, BUT
‘bestfriend’ 😐❓ who are you calling ‘bestfriend’
stops in place and looks at you like you just slapped him, did he hear that correctly? like,, why the hell are you calling him your ‘bestfriend’
he’s your lover
“boyfriend.” he corrects you stern, but you pretend that you don’t hear the correction, “you mean, you’re here with your boyfriend.”
and yet, you go on like you didn’t hear a thing, shouto’s eyes narrow— and it almost feels like his right side has been activated just slightly
you have to hold back a shiver when he gets real close to you “boyfriend. not best friend, i’m your boyfriend.”
he doesn’t mean to be this worked up about it, it’s just a tiktok— and when you move the camera away, completely ‘unbothered’ he feels himself growing impatient
and when the video ends, the cool atmosphere seems to break into two, when you burst out laughing
“shou, it was just another tiktok prank, we’re way past the bestfriend stage, and you know it!” you poke his cheek, still laughing at his reaction
but, he’s relieved. your acting was good— and he’s glad that he’s not just imagining things.
otherwise he’d have to start acting desperate
the video gets a good amount of views and likes, and comments are INTERESTING “ooo did you see the way he just went up all close 👀” “i can feel the cool aura BWNDKWS” “he got so worked up 🏃💨 oh to have a relationship like that 😔🖐💔”
in short, never address him as your best friend. you either address him as ‘shou’ ‘love’ ‘pretty boy’ or ‘my boyfriend’
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midoriya izuku
the trend itself isn’t the funniest thing on tiktok, but it’s the reactions that makes up for it, y’know?
that’s why you decided to pull this ‘prank’ on izuku— his reactions are golden afterall
but a part of you couldn’t help but feel worried if he’d take personal offense 💀
similar to todoroki, your boyfriend is very willing when it comes tiktok pranks— despite it being well,, intense, sometimes
looked SO confused when you called him your ‘bestfriend’ and the smile is WIPED off his face
“b-bestfriend?” he has to make sure he heard it correctly, and he wants to throw a hissy fit when you ignore him
“Y/N?” he nudges his head on your shoulder, not liking the idea of being presented as your best friend, “i’m your boyfriend!” he laughs nervously
literally pouts
the struggle doesn’t last terribly long, as izuku continues to mouth boyfriend, when the word ‘best friend’ is being said (also while he smiles at the camera with awareness, he’s growing petty, can’t you tell?)
and also while he tries to make you look at him, by showcasing a look of innocence while leaning on, just because
when you finally acknowledge him with a stifled laugh, his expression is like 👁👄👁❓❓
yet, izuku’s relieved when you start full on laughing, wonderful laughter falling from your lips, the desperation calming down
and— the sudden mood change is well,, impressive! he was literally distressed from the word ‘best friend’ just a second ago, and now he’s relieved 💀
“r-right, you know i’m not just your best friend,” and he looks into the camera with satisfaction
the tiktok blows up, and comments overall— went insane over him
“mann he was so desperate 💀 he just kept correcting you” “bruh he was like ‘hold up’ 🖐😭” “NEVER call him your best friend again🏃💨 just look at that satisfied look at the end‼️” “aww look at that pout 🤩”
izuku’s surprised, sheepish— when all of his friends inform him about the sudden rise of his appearance on the app (afterall, he’ll still remain with you, even if he got even more popular)
needless to say, izuku will get desperate if you call him your best friend— man already spent some time being called your best friend and he won’t bear being called it for any longer
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bakugou katsuki
should,, you be scared? you should be but you’re not 💀 you can’t find yourself fearing death, since you’re dating katsuki bakugou
you say fuck it, and rope katsuki into your tiktok antics once again.
and to any outsider’s eyes, it would be surprising when katsuki joins in on your tiktok schemes
but it not— even though the blond pretends to hate it, he secretly loves doing these with you
except, that statement is ABOUT to be retracted back, when the audio mentions the word ‘best friend’
excuse you? katsuki is faar from being your best friend. that word literally makes him cringe, he hated being stuck in the friend zone even though katsuki looked like he didn’t care when he was still stuck in it
he literally glares at the camera, his palm’s already popping with mini sparks. if you were anyone else, you would’ve started pleading for your life but you fear NOTHING at this point
“who the fuck are you calling best friend??” he’s furious, and you try your best to ignore it, biting back laughter— as you film the tiktok
“i’m talking to you!” he fumes, getting even closer to you— and you don’t seem to budge, as you continue to record
then, he YANKS your phone out of your hands, and starts talking, well yelling— as if the tiktok would record his voice anyway
“i’m their boyfriend thank you very much! now fuck off extras! this ‘bestfriend’ will beat your asses!” he scolds as if he’s talking to the potential viewers, and stops recording— and hands your phone back to you calmly
you’re laughing your ass off, experiencing absolute field day, and he’s just like 😐🖐 looking super unpleased how could he not? he’ll never admit that he was this worked up though
similar to midoriya, the friendzone was a pain in the neck for him— so to make him feel like he was thrown back in it for a tiktok
just because it’s for a tiktok, doesn’t automatically give you an easy pass
“you were SO mad” you laugh at his expression, and he just says
“shut the fuck up, and you better not post that shit!” then proceeds to scoop you up, despite all your protests— and haul you into his room
you gotta give him cuddles, or he’ll be like 👹 a literal demon for the rest of the day.
but on the bright side— you have content‼️and the video did blow up, despite initially telling your boyfriend you wouldn’t 💀
“omg, you don’t fear death, death fears YOU.” “i can literally hear his voice through the screen, we love a protective boyfriend 🤩” “fly high, it’s been 4 hours since they’ve posted 😔🕊”
and when kirishima informed him about his sudden boom of popularity on tiktok, he knew that you had some explaining to do 🧍‍♀️
»»————- ♡ ————-««
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unohanadaydreams · 3 years
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Don’t ask me why I made this, just know that I’m right and this is not just a Headcanon post but real. It’s not me having brain worms haha that would be insane. Honestly I just started thinking about how the hell arc introducing Seireitei approved social media would be such a mistake but god would it be fun to watch.
The Current Captains On Social Media
Shunsui Kyoraku - Failed erotic novel author turned romance/erotic novel reviewer. The fan base for his work is very small compared to his actual following. There is some divide in his followers—those who follow for his life updates and those who want to hear him talk at length about his latest read. Funnily enough, his quick, messy posts usually paired with scenery or a selfie are his most popular writing, often hailed as snippets of his poetic soul. Lots of people want to give him a hug.
Soi Fon - Adamant privacy and safety poster. Took to code and anti-virus technology well, much to Mayuri’s annoyance. Posts tips and tricks that read more like demands. Is known for her bitchy responses when followers @ her with their progress that are eaten up gratefully. Her advice is punctuated by posts admiring athletic women and these women make up the bulk of who she follows. She seems to admire runners and lifters the most. Her threatening posts when people hit on her too hard/with too many notes to back them up are turned into copypastas.
Rose Otoribashi - Has one of the larger followings thanks to his nostalgic visuals as well as his dedication to frequently posting new music. He has a personality that’s easily digestible when viewed through snippets. The fact that his passion is music and his job is news/editing also do him a lot of favors. He loves doing live streams and encourages his followers to perform for & with him.
Isane Kotetsu - Her growth being captured on social media not just as a captain but as a person has given her a fan base that feels extremely protective of her. She’s less known for what content she brings and more for her personality. Any creative content she posts is likely to start trending. Especially her ‘peaceful morning’ videos and reflective writing. She’s one of the more interactive posters, beloved for her encouraging responses.
Shinji Hirako - As a more private person, he doesn’t have much of a following and his most popular posts are candid moments posted by others. Lisa is a large reason people consider him endearing in anyway. Definitely the kind of person who is either considered cringe or cool with little in between. The kind of guy who asks what he should do with his hair and then goes with an option that wasn’t listed.
Byakuya Kuchiki - Has an extremely scheduled and curated presence on any site he’s on, but is nonetheless adored. He used to ask Renji and Akon for advice on how to handle some of the more online behavior (like being @ed by women who photoshop them as their date to events or being asked how many notes a date would cost) but stopped quickly. Turns out saying something is flattering leads to more of that behavior. Any selfie he posts is edited and reposted into oblivion until it’s thousands of people’s pfp.
Tetsuzaemon Iba - Despite him being one of the most well rounded captains personality wise, he gets put onto block lists the most for his dedication to concepts of manliness, which are easy concepts to feed to the social media outrage machine. Women’s Association vs Men’s Association is a popular meme where the former is something sensible and the latter is something ineffective/archaic. That being said, he’s also known as a ‘problematic fav’ and people will often post memes about abandoning their feminism for a few minutes to like his selfies and training videos.
Lisa Yadomaru - Another captain with a large love and hate following. Often picked apart for interacting with porn/hentai accounts, thirsting after women openly, and posting pictures alluding to her sexual escapades. Despite her account being regular food for the outrage machine, she doesn’t seem to care or pay attention to it and is forever horny on Main. She posts a lot of candid photos/videos of her friends. Recommends the best fucked up fiction.
Kensei Muguruma - Of course he does cooking videos, but what really does well are his cooking challenges. He forces his lieutenant, friends, and colleagues to compete with him on making a better dish on a time limit and often with other handicaps. Usually wins. His bloopers get a ton of mileage when he posts them. His merch is constantly sold out. People often dress up as him for Halloween/conventions, usually with foam or blow up arms/abs.
Toshiro Hitsugaya - Another captain with a huge following due to him approaching social media with his tireless work ethic. His ice sculptures are very popular and his pop-up galleries sell out in hours. Is actually a huge fan of ‘cozy’ games and is known for having beautiful towns/farms/ect that showcase his attention to detail. He does events in Minecraft sometimes, where he guides people through building large scale projects (and also feels like he’s making friends but that’s left entirely unsaid). A bit harsh, but beloved.
Kenpachi Zaraki - People question if it’s really his account because it’s so random at times, but he posts videos of him mowing down his subordinates during training so it has to be. The odd content includes engaging with easy recipes & activities for toddlers and increasingly complicated punk hairstyles that he really does try out. He also posts weekly, asking for people to volunteer and fight him. The human world especially loves this and he gets a lot of responses. He tries to set up times to fight them but Nanao threatens to delete his accounts and put him on suspension if he attempts to follow through. He posts a lot of post-battle pictures and humans gobble it up. “Just fought *insert ridiculous thing here*” is a huge meme.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi - He is constantly making new accounts and circumventing bans for posting links to his old lab work, that often involves heinous amounts of gore. Actually does have a following, often from those within his own division, those hoping to be in his division, or humans who see him as edgy and a little bit off his rocker, which they think is cool. He posts pictures of himself whenever he switches up his look. And posts Nemuri a lot with unhinged captains about how she’s going to outpace even the head captain and no one could make someone as special & smart as her. Just comes off as a really passionate dad. Plenty of people are convinced he’s a creepy pasta project ran by a dude with a daughter.
Rukia Kuchiki - Like Isane, she’s really loved for who she is rather than creative content. Even her attempts at being stern and ‘captain-like’ are fawned over. She has a line of children’s books, stickers, and notebooks with her cute drawings. Her most popular set was when her daughter contributed. The human world is convinced Renji is her house husband and her life is generally seen as all around ‘goals’. Her posts are riddled with mistakes and very sporadic; she’s posted accidental live streams while she did paperwork and they went viral. She posts tons of candids of her subordinates and family but they are usually blurry or actually videos.
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notanettelmao · 2 years
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Second Chance at First Line pt.1
Also on AO3
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(A Teen Wolf rewrite)
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual teen wolf stuff... Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Words: 1,3k (a bit shorter today, whoopsie)
Wolf moon pt.3
The youngest Winchester was late to school. When she woke up and saw the clock she just groaned and turned to the other side. It was almost noon so she decided it wasn’t worth it getting up for just two more classes.
“Let’s hope no one tells Dean,” she mumbled into her pillow. Y/N stayed in her bed the whole day until she heard someone knock on her window. Wait, the window? She quickly got up and turned to look through the curtains. She rushed to the window when she noticed the buzz cut.
“Stiles what the hell, the doors are downstairs for a reason!” She helped him in.
“I’m sorry, I would go in through the door but Allison’s mom is scary and I don’t think I would be able to say one normal sentence if she asked me what I want-” he started explaining.
“Oh so you climb up on a roof and knock on my window, yeah, yeah makes sense,” Y/N rolled her eyes, sitting on her bed.
“Shush. Nice pajamas by the way,” Stiles laughed and sat down on her desk chair. Y/N looked down to see her faded Spider-Man t-shirt and shorts.
“Anyway, what are you doing here?” She asked, pulling the blanket over her feet because she was cold.
“Well, you weren’t at school so I got worried, especially after Scott told me Allison’s dad shot him with a crossbow. Oh, I also brought you homework.” He put some papers on her desk and turned back to look at her.
“I’m sorry, Allison’s dad did what now- I- What? Like, I knew they went out, yeah but I didn’t know they knew- Oh my god of course they know, they’re like the best hunter family-” Y/N panicked. Stiles got up and walked over to sit next to her.
“Hey, hey calm down,” he placed his hand on her back.
“Is Scott okay? Did he recognize him?” She turned to look at Stiles, almost bumping his chin with her nose.
“Oh hello there,” she mumbled making a face at how close they were to each other. Stiles laughed, watching her eyes watch his chin as if it was going to attack her. He pulled away.
“Scott’s okay. Nope, he didn’t. Also, were you planning to tell me Argents were hunters, or was I supposed to find out from Scott after they shot him-” Y/n slapped his chest.
“I forgot, okay... To be fair I forgot about like half the stuff I wanted to tell you because of the whole ‘Derek took Allison home’ panic and then I was getting to know Allison and.. you know.”
“Yeah, I get that. Anyway, Scott tried to kill me today. I’m trying to stop him from playing the game on Saturday.” Stiles said. Y/N gasped. “What happened? It was the game, right? Did he get all… wolfy?” She cringed at how she called it. Stiles smiled.
“Yeah, he did. It is the game, it gets his pulse rising. But he’s too stubborn to listen to me and not play.” He sighed. Y/N just stared at her hands.
“Uh, would you maybe want to come to my house to research some more?” Stiles asked, getting up from Y/N’s bed.
“Now?” She looked at him. He just nodded.
“Yeah, sure. I’m just gonna put some clothes on.” She smiled. Y/N got up, threw some stuff in her backpack, and took some clothes from her dresser. Then she closed herself in the bathroom and got dressed.
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“So you like shoot stuff with a real gun?” Stiles asked Y/N while looking at the plastic toy gun he was holding in his hands.
“Yup,” She mumbled, reading something on her phone.
“Have you killed something before?” He asked again. Y/N looked up at him, a slight smile on her lips.
“Yup,” she said again.
“Cool,” Stiles blinked a few times. He then turned around starting a video chat with Scott on his computer. Y/N watched him spin in his chair, pretending to shoot the camera when Scott picked up.
“What did you find out?” Y/N heard Scott ask. She noticed that Stiles turned the computer so Scott couldn’t see her, but she still saw the screen perfectly.
“Well, it’s bad. Jackson’s got a separated shoulder.” Stiles said.
“Because of me?” Scott said, feeling guilty. Stiles scoffed.
“Because he’s a tool.”
“But is he gonna play?”
“Well, they don't know yet. Now, they're just counting on you for Saturday,” Stiles said. Scott sighed, not knowing what to do. Y/N’s eyes widened when she saw something move on the screen behind Scott.
“Stiles-” She said, getting up to walk behind him. Stiles leaned forward to get a better look on the screen, Y/N did the same.
“Oh hi Y/N. Wait what are you guys doing?” Scott frowned, watching Stiles’ eyes widen in fear and alarm. The connection got glitchy just as both Stiles and Y/N tried to say something.
“Son of a- Scott!” Y/N said loudly. When she noticed the screen froze, she quickly wrote ‘It looks like-’ but before she finished typing, Stiles pressed the send button.
“The hell are you doing?”
“I panicked!” He whisper yelled at her. She rolled her eyes.
“It looks like what?” They heard Scott’s voice from the computer. Stiles quickly reached over and typed ‘Someone’s behind you’. Y/N sent the message. They both just sat there staring at the frozen screen, not knowing what to do.
“Welp,” Y/n mumbled.
“Hm,” Stiles hummed in agreement. They hoped Scott would be okay on his own because even if they tried to get to his house now, they would probably be late anyway.
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The next day Y/N saw Scott in the math class. He was called to stand at the blackboard to work out a math problem. When the teacher picked one other person to come to the board, Y/N quickly looked down and pretended to be really into writing something into her notebook, so she didn’t have to go and count in front of everyone. When the teacher picked Lydia, Y/N looked up. She noticed Lydia talking to Scott. He looked really uncomfortable with the whole conversation.
“What the hell is that about,” she mumbled to herself, quickly writing everything Lydia wrote on the board into her notebook.
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Just as Scott shut his locker, Stiles and Y/N appeared. They grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him away.
“What the hell guys?” He asked confused.
“Tell us what they’re saying,” Y/N said, gesturing up the stairs where sheriff Stilinski stood talking to the principal. Scott looked around until he focused his hearing on the location Y/N gestured to. “Can you hear them?” Stiles asked but was shushed by Y/N. Scott continued to focus until he heard the sheriff’s voice clearly. He then turned back to his two friends who were just staring at him and waiting.
“Curfew because of the body.” He said. Stiles scoffed and smacked Scott’s arm, which made Y/N giggle.
“Unbelievable-” Stiles started saying something but Y/N zoned out, not really listening to the rest of the conversation. She was brought back in from her thoughts when she felt Stiles pull her by her hand away from Scott.
“Uhm, where are we going?” She asked, not knowing why she was suddenly invited everywhere Stiles went.
“That’s a good question. I don’t know yet. C’mon.” He unlocked the jeep. They both got in and Y/N quickly texted her brothers. Then she turned her attention to Stiles, who was asking about all the monsters she has ever hunted.
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misora-msby · 3 years
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embarrassing moments with inarizaki
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inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)
Kita Shinsuke
firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.
he’s a perfect man and we all know it.
anyways
you two were having a nice dinner out together. 
it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today
but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you
he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you
but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not
you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 
why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?
midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho
“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”
oh.
right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.
“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.
“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”
GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????
Ojiro Aran
another man with next to no flaws.
but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.
so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.
all the girls in class are gathered around a table
he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video
but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!
plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu
he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.
“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”
all the girls gasp.
he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating
pda to this level aint bad either
especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu
“ojiro aran.”
why is your voice behind him
he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.
to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.
“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.
“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”
“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 
hes so funny i swear
the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 
Miya Atsumu
it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf
he was very much in love with u 
the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too
so here comes valentines day
last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.
you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 
but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”
he reaches school and plops into his seat.
there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it
“the hell’s this?!”
“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.
especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.
“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”
“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”
“that’s like receivin’ their love!”
“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”
atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.
it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.
it was perfect
but he couldn’t accept this!
“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”
“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.
“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”
“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”
“huh.”
osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”
atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”
osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”
you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”
tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”
you: “you just said-”
“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”
“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.
“BB PLSSSSSS”
he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage
Miya Osamu
osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.
this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan
he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner
imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit
of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))
and today’s your third anniversary!!
so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal
i’m talkin
garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert
mm yummy
you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist
“yes, ‘samu?” 
“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin
“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”
but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.
“osamu, you can let go for now.”
“don’t feel like it.”
“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”
“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”
you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 
u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 
he burps
that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there
“ew! ‘samu!!”
his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him
“want another?” he starts teasing
“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”
“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”
Suna Rintarou
you two were taking the train home today
it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.
sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok
it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner
luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 
you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time
silence is v comfy.
he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts
suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up
“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage
“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.
suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho
(he’s on his phone as usual)
probably starting some fights on twitter
he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.
“rin.” 
why is your voice right in front of him?
“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”
suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.
he looks up and notices you had moved.
you’re giggling
the granny’s giggling
atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh
“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato
he’s so embarrassed.
Ginjima Hitoshi
sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart
they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home
but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe
you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.
“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter
he cant help but stiffen up a bit 
why are u so cute and cheery today
the 2nd years already know what to do.
“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu
“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna
“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu
“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 
aran’s noticed what’s going on,
“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 
“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.
he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.
“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok
“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.
yes
his wallet, not the money
“...” “...”
“excuse me, sir. this is...”
he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.
“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.
“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”
he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording
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