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avensartt · 7 months
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Sorry the quality is shit
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adharastarlight · 6 months
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Reg: excuse you, I'm very normal.
Sirius: when did that happen?
Reg: you know what, fuck you.
Sirius: see reggie, it's not normal to be so aggres-
Reg starts cursing him in multiple ancient langauges
James: *heart eyes*
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nightgoodomens · 7 months
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Crowley: I don’t understand why you won’t have Holy Water in the bookshop.
Aziraphale *triggered*: Why are we talking about Holy Water again? (It was in fact a very long time since they talked about Holy Water)
Crowley *not noticing the angry look*: If Demons get in, all you have to do is throw Holy Water at them. Sorted. You’re safe. You don’t have to worry about anything. It’s so simple. (And Crowley could stop worrying)
Aziraphale: Yes, I would be.
Crowley: So what’s the problem?
Aziraphale *breathes*: I would be.
Crowley: Yes that’s my point. You would be.
Aziraphale: I!!!!
Crowley: Why are you shouting? I know you would be. That’s the point!
Aziraphale: Who ELSE is always in this bookshop, Crowley?
Crowley *blinks*: Eh?
Aziraphale *breathes*: YOU!
Crowley: What me?
Aziraphale *stares*
Crowley: Oh. Ohhhhh.
Aziraphale *sighs*
Crowley: Well, I’d move out of the way.
Aziraphale: I don’t trust my coordination. Besides it’s not just that.
Crowley *joking*: What, you’re scared I’d drink it by accident?
Aziraphale *serious*: Yes.
Crowley *still joking*: Well, as long as you don’t put it in a mug or glass…
Aziraphale *cocks an eyebrow*: Didn’t you nearly drink paint once?
Crowley *lifts his finger*: Okay, I was drunk and it was red.
Aziraphale *blinks*: We are not having Holy Water here. That’s it.
Crowley *scoffs*: Fine. Whatever you say, Angel.
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monylony · 3 months
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Their first meeting
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EDIT: Anon has informed me that Obi Wan’s weapon is a meteor hammer, which is pretty cool!
For the uninitiated:
Gunsaber
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Inquisicoptor
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Lightwhip
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Umbrellasaber
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Lightsaber knifesuit
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Lightsaber tonfas
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Swiss Army Knife Saber
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Weird saber vents
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Obi-Wan’s meteor hammer thingy
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Jocasta Nu lightsabergun
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vulpisnocturna · 7 months
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Masterlist
NSFW 🍷 | Suggestive 🌹 | HCs 🦋 | Fluff 🌸 | Angst ☕️ | Crack post 🔮
Naruto:
Bribe for chores 🍷
How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸
Shisui:
Mirror Sex 🍷
How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸
Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋
Cringe habits 🦋🔮
Secret Turn-ons 🌹🌸
Sasuke:
Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋
Being best friends (massacre/non massacre AU) HCs 🦋☕️
Itachi - Sasuke brotherhood HCs 🦋🌸
Madara:
Office sex 🍷
Corruption kink, virgin reader 🍷
Fucking louder than the neighbours to establish dominance 🍷
Dirty talk 🌹🍷
Yandere Madara dealing with you breaking up with him 🦋🌹
How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸
NSFW Alphabet 🍷
SO with PTSD 🦋🌸
Kakashi:
Rope play 🍷
Humiliation kink/Bratting 🍷
"I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to ruin me" 🍷
Aphrodisiac 🍷
Mirror Sex 🍷
Lingerie 🍷
Biting 🍷
NSFW Alphabet 🍷
How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸
Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋
Obito:
Teasing while he plays videogames live 🍷
Yes, Sir 🍷
Fake Dating 🍷
NSFW Alphabet 🌹🍷
Itachi:
Lesson learnt - Power imbalance 🍷
Hate Sex 🍷
Edo Itachi meets his s/o and their child ☕️🦋🌸
Itachi Jealousy HCs 🦋
Reaction to an Edo s/o 🦋☕️
With a nerdy/STEM s/o HCs 🌸🦋
Somnophilia 🍷
"I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to ruin me" 🍷
Dirty talk 🌹🍷
Mirror sex 🍷
Interrogation (CNC fantasy) 🍷
Leash 🍷
Surprise 🌸🦋
College Professor Itachi x College student reader 🍷
Insecurities 🌸
Pining Itachi (HCs) 🌸🦋
Reader breaking his heart ☕️🦋
Reader has ADHD and Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria 🌸🦋
Drunk Itachi and horny reader 🌹🍷
Dealing with reader having a panic attack (HCs) 🌸🦋
Dealing with reader ignoring him on purpose (HCs) 🦋☕️
Yandere Itachi when reader breaks up with him 🦋☕️
First date HCs 🦋🌸
Itachi likes you, you are Sasuke's best friend 🌹🍷
Hot mannerisms HCs 🦋🌹
How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸
Somnophilia II 🍷
Dating an emo s/o HCs 🌸🦋
Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋
Squirting/bratting 🍷
Itachi in a relationship HCs 🦋🌸
NSFW Alphabet 🍷🌹
Secret Turn-ons 🌹🌸
Itachi - Sasuke brotherhood HCs 🦋🌸
Uchiha Clan:
How they would react to finding out their s/o has an IUD HCs 🦋🔮
Who has the best sex game? HCs 🦋🌹
Captured S/O who develops PTSD HCs 🦋☕️🌸
Akatsuki:
Beach Shenanigans HCs 🦋🔮
Reacting to reader wearing a pink bonnet to sleep HCs 🦋🔮
Where they like to have sex HCs 🦋🌹
There was only one bed HCs 🦋🌹
Who is actually good at sex HCs 🦋🌹🔮
Ideal partner’s personality traits HCs 🦋
Chrollo:
Binding Vow: Part I, Part II, Part III (Yandere Chrollo) 🍷☕️🌹
Bloodstained Rubies: Part I, Part II , Part III, Part IV (Yandere Chrollo) 🌹☕️
Thigh Riding 🍷
Overstimulation 🍷
Requited love hcs 🌸🦋
Nanami:
Make-up sex/Corruption kink 🍷🌹☕️
Toys & Voice kink 🍷
Gojo:
Sensory Deprivation 🍷
Voice kink 🌹🍷
Hate sex&Corruption Kink (virgin reader) - Part I, Part II 🌹🍷
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propussyslayer · 6 days
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sirius, gaming: HOW THE FUCK DID I LOSE
remus: CAN YOU WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANGUAGE
james: LADS HARRY IS IN THE FUCKING ROOM SHUT THE FUCK UP
harry:
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nyxvuxoa · 10 months
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Cillian Murphy as Jack Rippner ⤷ Red Eye, 2005 | dir. Wes Craven
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grettysart · 6 months
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Day 15 - The Alps
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screamingfromuz · 3 months
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Hello Folks,
Recently their has been a lot of discussion surrounding the decision of the BDS movement to call for a boycott of Standing Together. Today we released a statement composed by members of the Palestinian Leadership of the movement. I welcome everyone to read the statement and share with others. The decision by BDS was disappointing to many of us, but this is the time to reaffirm our values: our commitment to changing Israeli society, building Jewish-Arab solidarity, stopping the war, and ending the occupation.
Here is the statement on Twitter:
https://x.com/omdimbeyachad/status/1752394061414109315?s=20
“We are proud to organize Palestinians and Jews together, we stand by our movement, our strategy, and our theory of change, and we will continue to organize until we are all equal and free.”
Also on Instagram:
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bakubunny · 4 months
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give and take
a/n: retired (disabled) shota x disabled reader hurt/comfort fluff. pls read all the tags; this is very self indulgent bc that’s how i feel like writing today. also i did a quick grammar check but this is generally unedited.
tw: neurological disorders, tics, muscle spasms, speech problems, dissociation, functional seizures, established relationships, l-bomb, reader is called baby, babygirl, daddy as nickname/title (used once)
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You stood in the kitchen, chefs knife in hand as you cut the last of the vegetables out before you. Shota rinsed rice at the sink on your right. You froze briefly before a muscle spasm shot through your hand, then a small tic. It was hardly any movement, but he caught it in the corner of his eye. Five years into retirement, you’d swear Shota was still sharp as ever.
“You okay?” he asked.
The sound of water stopped.
There was a slight hesitation in your voice. “Yeah. I’m good.”
With a few measured slices, the job was done. Your hand seized again. The large knife clattered onto the counter.
“Shit, sorry,” you said. More for yourself than him, perhaps.
Another small vocal tic.
Shota glanced your direction. “Let me take care of the rest.”
“Really, I’m-I’m fine, Sho,” you replied, transferring the cut onion onto a plate.
The subtle shift in his face told you he held his tongue this time when he’d rather not. Sure, you had a bad habit of pushing yourself too hard, but Shota had no room to talk on that. He knew - especially now - that life didn’t stop just because you did.
You shut your eyes; one pulled back and rolled for a second. Your body grew tired and heavy. “Just been a long-”
One moment, you were standing, the next, your legs gave out beneath you. There was a clang when the metal bowl of the rice cooker hit the floor. Rice and water splattered nearby as Shota caught you, body limp in his arms.
“Baby?”
An eyebrow twitched in response. Your head lolled forward painfully. Shota pulled you back into his shoulder and carefully lowered you to the floor, your head in his lap. A muscle spasm ripped down your spine as your back arched, muscles so tight that your extremities shook and your vision blurred once it passed once your eyes opened. Head foggy and empty, you fought your body to respond. A small groan left your throat.
“I’m right here. I love you,” Shota said, running his fingers through your hair.
Another look of fear crossed your face with a whine. You wanted to apologize and crawl into his arms, but your body stayed still. And your husband knew you too well.
“Don’t be sorry.”
You laid with him as spasms came and went, along with your awareness of the things around you. When you came to a little, your fingertips stretched out seeking his hand, so he reached for yours.
“Hey, babygirl. You with me?” he said.
“Mhm.” You still couldn’t move much. But this was something.
“Am I okay to carry you?” Shota asked.
“I… think so,” you said.
With relative quickness and the ease of a practiced hero, he gathered you up in his arms and carried you to bed.
・˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆・˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆・˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆
You laid in bed with Shota, your head on his shoulder, finished dinner plates on the tray he’d set at the end of the bed, and sighed.
“Sometimes I really hate all of this,” you said. “I hate that you have to do so much for me. You’ve got enough to handle.”
“You’re the love of my life. Why would I leave you to suffer?” he asked.
When you stayed quiet, he continued. “It’s give and take. You do just as much for me.”
“I know…” you replied. “Sho?”
“Mm?”
“If… if I take care of the dishes, will you take a bath with me?” You played with the hem of his shirt.
Shota smiled softly. “You want daddy to wash your hair, baby?”
A grin pushed at your cheeks. “Maybe, yeah.”
“You don’t need to do anything to have that,” he replied. “I have the energy tonight. Let me take care of you.”
You hugged him tighter. “Thank you.”'
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luminlunii · 5 months
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may we have more freckie ?
It was almost 1 am when I did this :)
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It was supposed to be four doodles but I scrapped them cause they just didn't look good in my sleep deprived stupor
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summer-blues-stuff · 7 months
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A culture post for the girlie pops (and non-girlie pops) looking to write Pavitr Prabhakar accurately.
(P.s- I’m Indian and live in India and have been to Mumbai multiple times so shhh- )
(P.s.s- all i know about the spider verse comes from the movies so I’ll be focusing more on the Indian aspect. )
So in honour of atsv coming on Netflix-
FOOD- Pavitr live in Mumbai (mumbattan) so he probability of him eating “butter chicken or naan” (traditionally north Indian dishes) on a daily basis is almost nonexistent. (This is not to say he won’t have them occasionally but much of what people think is indian food comes from stereotypical North Indian food, pavitr lives in South Indian)
Popular food of Mumbai includes- vada pav(street food), panipuri(another street food), pav bhaji (not a street food), bhelpuri and sevpuri( you guessed it a street food) and for more every-day food- we have dal-roti or dal-chawal etc
(Edit: I forgot to mention this but, a lot of people are vegetarian either by choice or by religion and don’t eat meat (eating beef is HEAVILY and i mean heavily frowned upon.)
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SCHOOL- In india we don’t have middle school or high school, we have grades.
We also have public and private schools (and unlike the USA, private school is not for the uber rich, middle-class families typically send their kids to private school and government(or public) schools are basically free or really cheap). Thus, Pavitr probably studies at a private school.
Keeping that in mind, Students from grade 1-12 study in one building and students actually sit in the same class while the teachers move from class to class. There is also something called school boards but for all our sakes, he studies in a school that follows CBSE guidelines. Now according to google, he’s around 15-16 so he’s in 10th or 11th depending on the school he goes to.
We have these really important exams called the “board exams” ( we just call them ‘boards’) And they are given twice by the students once in the 10th grade and once in the 12th grade and these are like really really important, kinda think of them as psats or sats(lmk if anyone wants to know more about boards) and if he’s in 10th he’ll be giving the boards in May.
After which he’ll pick a stream (medical, non-medical, commerce or failure) that he’s gonna study in 11th. There is a lot of emphasis on studies in India ( if you get good marks in 10th it’s considered that you’re good or ‘set’ for life but thats kinda bs) and it’s really competitive, students often go to tuition (think of them as an after-school school) for hours after school. Maths and science tuitions are the most common.
Uniforms (a half-sleeve shirt with a tie and pants or knee length shorts for guys) are also mandatory and are strictly regulated along with hair and nails. (Two braid or plaits for girls with below the shoulder hair and typically short hair for guys that have to be oiled) so im assuming that he gets called out a lotttttt about his hair, and teachers are constantly on his ass about cutting it which I think is funny af. The school timings are typically from 8-3 and tuitions are typically from 4-7.
It would also be super-cute if his aunt massaged his hair with oil (it’s considered an act of service and something people do to show their love)
10th grade especially is really really stressful in india and if home-boy cries himself to sleep every night I wouldn’t be surprised. So make him supppeeerrrr strrreeeessssed.
Name- Pavitr “Prabhakar” is a Hindu( a religion of sorts) name.
It’s derived from the Sanskrit word “prabhākara” which means “light maker” (from prabhā 'light' + -kara 'causing'), an epithet of the sun. So to those saying he’s a sunshine boy, his surname means light maker (do with that what you will).
Now, for his first name “Pavitr” however there is no exact meaning as, the name is most probably derived from Pavit ; maybe Pavitra(a typical girl’s name) if you’re pushing it. The meaning of Pavit is Love or A lovely and pious individual.
Edit: apparently pavitr does have it’s own meaning and it means pure
So his name roughly translates to lovely (edit: pure) sunshine boy.
Transport- Now i know that he’s spider-man but when he’s not, the most common way to travel in Mumbai is by an automobile (also called auto or auto-riksha).
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One of these things ^^ and these ‘go by the meter’ (you basically pay for the distance you have covered and a meter calculates this.) these things are everywhere. You call for one of these by raising your hand and an auto stops in front of you and you ask if they will take you to the place you wanna go to (“bhaiya, _____ lekar chalo ge?”)
There can only be 3 people max on one auto (not including children) as per local government policies.
Another common way to travel is by the subway or local trains. ( and contrary to popular beliefs they are not filled to the brim with people). Cars are not that common as there is a lot of traffic. Like a lot.
Language- Most indians speak at least 2-3 languages- English, Hindi and a local language or two. Since they’re in Mumbai Pavitr probably speaks Marathi. Some people also know Sanskrit (but that’s not that common nowadays).
(Edit: People typically don’t speak in just one language, they typically use a mix of atleast two or three languages which change according to the region they are in. For example- English and hindi is the most common but some may mix in their regional language or dialect)
Also spider in hindi is makri (makdhi?) so i think it would be super funny if people called him makri (makdhi?) man.
People in India also curse a lot (not in English though) (though not in front of parents obviously) and the more people get angry the stronger accent the becomes.
Housing- housing in Mumbai is super expensive, and most people live in flats or apartments rather than houses, Mumbai is considered to be one of the most expensive places to own a home in the world just because of the sheer number of people there.
All flats in mumbai have air- conditioning units in them because it. is. so. humid and winter lasts for a month or two in comparison.
Culture- Mumbai is kind of regarded as one of the culture hubs of India, a lot of up and coming artists along with famous superstars live in Mumbai. There are a lot of exhibitions, shows and whatnot happening all the time.
Mumbai is also more progressive then the rest of India and pride parades do happen here but there is still a lot of stigma around it
(Edit: PDA in public is almost taboo, doesn’t matter who anyone is—kissing in public might actually land you in jail)
Teens typically wear jeans, shorts and graphic tees rather than kurtas or salwar-kamez (traditional clothing) .
Traditional clothing is typically worn on festivals such as holi( the festival of colour( some people wear white suits and kurtas)) or Mumbai’s most celebrated festival- “Ganesh Chaturti” (which is a religious festival religious festival to honour the Lord Ganesha.
Sports- cricket is the most watched sport in India a lot of kids play it on the streets or in parks and gardens, and its an India vs Pakistan match is an event in which everyone in the family (some even invite friends over) sit together and yell at the tv.
Mumbai is a city in which time stops for no one, and people are super busy. This doesn’t mean that people there are rude in fact they are some of kindest and helpful ppl you’ll ever meet(not including the obligatory rude af asshole that are in every community) especially in a city that never stops.
India is also not a country that lives in rags we used to be called sone ki chidiya (or bird made of gold) before the British Invasion so please for the love of god don’t depict everyone living in slums and poverty. The national currency is rupees and again i cannot stress this enough even though there is poverty in india, that doesn’t mean there isn’t prosperity. India is a developing country so keep that in mind while you write.
Religion and caste - This is a very touchy and sensitive subject in India and you should probably research a lot or stay clear of it in general ( especially the caste system its messed up and just stay clear of it) but Gayatri’s father is Sikh or at least punjabi so I’m assuming she is too. ( if she’s from Punjab or its surrounding area, then she probably speaks punjabi or her father most probably does).
(Edit: there are a lot of different religions in india —almost too many to count— and every single one has their own gods, prayers and rituals so please please please research before you write)
But something all Indian (boys) are taught to do is to touch their elders feet to show/ask for respect (and “ashirwad” I don’t know what this translate too directly in English but think of it as blessings)
Anyways here is a not very brief overview on mumbai and pavitr , let me know if you have any questions or if something isn’t really clear, English isn’t my first language so I apologise for the errors.
Please feel free to ask me anything ill do my best to answer back. : D
if you actually find this long ass post helpful and write a fic or something please tag me i would love to read it.
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osamusriceballs · 2 months
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The Accident - Final Part
Atsumu x fem Reader
Warnings: Smut
Words: ~ 2,1 k
About: Not much to say- enjoy the ending! <3
Part I II -> Epilogue
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"Y/n!"
He smiles and waves when he spots you, his expression soft and excited as he jogs towards you, passing the court in an instant. You notice Sakusa and Hinata on the field too, waving in your direction, and you hear Bokuto calling your name. You return the greeting and wave at him too with a smile.
Atsumu comes to a stop when he finally reaches you, his hands immediately finding your hips and pulling you close. "What's my wifey doing here?" He leans down to peck your lips, his excitement barely concealed.
"I thought you could use some moral support. And maybe some food." You shyly smile and raise the bag in your hand just a little, the Onigiri Miya logo evident on it. "I asked Samu to make something that works with your diet. And I got a dessert for you, the one from the cafe we visited last time." He looks at you softly, his hands still holding your hips tightly, not the slightest bit embarrassed about showing his affection in front of his teammates.
"Thank you. I appreciate that. Yer always so good to me." You blush at his words, trying to wave it off, but he pulls you closer and kisses you again, his lips now firmly pressing against yours. You easily give in, your free hand resting on his biceps, feeling the smooth and hot skin under your fingers, not caring about the fact that he is slightly sweaty by now. The faint sounds of volleyballs meeting the ground are drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat, and a soft gasp escapes your lips when he ever so lightly brushes his tongue against yours. You pull back, clearly flustered, and he grins at your state. "Wanna come over tonight?" You nod with a smile, and he pecks your lips one last time before letting you go.
"Can't wait, wifey."
xxx
"Tsumu!"
You yell, eyes only on him when he is about to serve. You're fully convinced that he can't hear you in the crowd, yet his eyes still flicker to your direction for a second before he focuses on the ball again, the red uniform a stark contrast to his bright hair.
He looks amazing. He's so focused on the game, you can see it in his eyes. This is the final moment of the game—if they manage to score one more point, the game will be over. You can see the pressure on him in his posture, and you can't help but want to hug him and make him feel more at ease.
He's serving, flawlessly as always, and you hold your breath when the other team receives his mean serve—and you find your heart skipping a beat when it's not Atsumu setting the ball after a fast attack from the other team, but rather Kageyama setting the ball and Atsumu attacking—surprisingly, even though you know that he does decent in every position. And you almost cry when his attack scores the final point, and he yells loudly and raises his arm triumphantly. You hug Yachi, who almost had a heart attack during the intense game, and you look up surprised when you see Atsumu staring at you happily and ignoring the cameras and media to come to you.
You're absolutely flabbergasted when he simply hugs you and slightly lifts you off the ground, grabbing your face almost too harshly before he kisses you in front of everyone. You're frozen, the noises of cameras clicking and yelling people almost overwhelming, but you somehow feel safe in his arms, so you just return the kiss and hug him tight too. He still beams from excitement when he pulls back, and you can't help but smile softly before you gently push some strands out of his face. "Congratulations. You did amazing." He smiles even brighter at your words, and you laugh breathlessly.
"Did it all for you. And for Japan. But for you too." He laughs, his chest still heaving heavily, and you can't help but smile softly. "I'm honored. And Japan too."
You press a last longing kiss to his lips and then you slowly let him go. "Now go—you need to get your medal or something. You're a world champion. I'll meet you after that, and we can celebrate." You smile gently, and he laughs happily. "Sure, wifey. I'll get my real reward later." His smile turns smug, and you blush feverishly. "S-sure," you whisper, flustered by his comment and avoid looking at his eyes.
"My real prize."
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"Y/n?"
"Hmm?" you slightly raise your head, just enough to look at his face. You're comfortably cuddled against his chest, a thin blanket thrown over you both while you watch an animated fireplace and listen to slow music. His utterly relaxed expression is slightly crowded with unease, as if he has something on his mind.
"I was thinking... if you maybe wanna to store some clothes here. Like permanently. I made some space in my closet for you. Not like I want ya to move in already, I know most couples wait- but- just saying. There's space. Technically."
You raise your eyebrows, your eyes wide open, and he clears his throat awkwardly. The way he seems so shy and insecure about it—a state that you have never seen on him before. It warms your heart when you think about how nervous he is to ask just this, but it also fills you with excitement and makes your heart flutter.
"So... you wouldn't want me to move in?" You say while you try to suppress your teasing smile and try to seem as serious as you can. You feel his body tensing under your fingers, and his arm that had been loosely caressing your bare lower back under your shirt freezes.
"I didn't say that." He stretches the syllables while he seems to be in an inner conflict. "I just meant that ya might get uncomfortable if you're already moving in. It's only been a few months, I know that most couples wait a bit longer with that." He looks down at you, his tone showing his serious curiosity. "Are you not against moving in?"
You pause, taken aback by the statement, and proceed to think about it. You know that moving in together is a big step- but on the other hand, you both have been married for quite some time. And being together with Atsumu just feels so right—you really don't mind moving in after seven months.
"I'm... not against it, to be honest. It's unconventional, but we're kinda already married, so I think it's fine to skip some steps. here." A deep relieved sigh leaves his lips, and you feel his posture relaxing once again. "Sounds good. I got ya a key on the counter, we can move your stuff gradually, if you want to? But I made a lot of space in my closet actually, you might wanna go shopping to fill it. My treat of course."
You look at him wide-eyed. "You already have a key for me ready?"
He looks away with a faint blush on his cheeks, his hand absently caressing your back again, but now more relaxed while his lips curl into a triumphant grin.
"Maybe."
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"Y/n?"
"Hmm?" You turn towards him and see a letter in his hands.
"That's um..." he clears his throat, his eyes looking anywhere but your direction. "It's from our lawyer. It's about the divorce. The year is over."
You freeze, carefully making your expression neutral while you wait for him to continue.
"It's um... we can—ya know. Wait a bit. I mean—you're busy with work and I'm also busy with Samu's new shop. We can maybe wait just a bit longer. If you want to. No pressure."
And you finally smile when you reach for his shirt and pull him down to press a kiss on his lips.
"Sounds good."
xxx
Tsumu—"
You look up at him in the mirror with pleading eyes, his hand tightly wrapped around your throat.
"Now come on. Tell me, what ya want me to do?" He grins teasingly, knowing fully well that you can't speak with his hand now firmly wrapped around your throat. You manage to gasp his name, and he raises an eyebrow. "What was that? Didn't hear ya, sweetheart. Might wanna try harder here."
You avert your gaze, overwhelmed by the intensity of it and arch your back slightly against him, offering him your neck submissively. A groan leaves his lips and his eyes soften at the sight of you. "So pretty for me. Always so good." He tilts your face and kisses you, the grip around your neck loosening and his free hand wandering to your chest, gently squeezing your body.
His lips are glued to yours, the kiss starting out softly, but quickly turning into a messy clashing of lips melding together and tongues grazing against each other. It's hot, so, so hot when his hand stops palming your chest and moves further down your stomach, causing you to gasp and whine against his lips as you tense under his touch until his hand stops between your legs. He doesn't stop the kiss, instead keeping one hand loosely around your neck while the palm of the other hand cups your pussy and presses against it. Your hips buck into his touch and you break the kiss embarrassedly after a lewd needy sound escapes your lips.
"What was that?" He asks, a bit breathlessly, but his lips curl into a smug grin. "Gettin' shy on me? You know that I love those pretty sounds. Especially when I do—this—" Two of his fingers push inside of you with no further warning and your body almost bends over at the feeling, but his hand quickly moves from your neck around your upper body to press you tightly against him. "Uh-uh, pretty wifey. Not escaping yer husband. I need to fulfill my duties after all, right? Satisfy my wife and all that. Look at ya, how you enjoy that, huh?" He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, the squelching sound making you whine embarrassedly, yet it feels so good that your eyes flutter closed and your mouth stays agape. He brings you to your high like this and holds you when you tense around his fingers, clenching tightly around him like a vice, his name leaving your lips breathlessly.
"Tsumu—" you whisper, your voice hoarse, but your body feeling so good and satisfied, and he softly pulls his fingers out with a lewd sound. "Oh, love, you made such a mess, huh?" He looks at his fingers with a grin and then down to your pussy, his tongue quickly coming out to lick his lips.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."
xxx
"Tsumu—do we have to go out? We could also relax at home. Watch that movie maybe. Or... do different things." You smile a bit shyly as you hug his arm and press your chest against his biceps in a way that you hope is seductive.
He freezes for a second and then shakes his head. "As tempting as that offer is, we have plans. Or I have made plans. For us." He wraps his arm around your waist and directs you towards a building—that looks suspiciously familiar to you. "Tsumu— is that—no way! Why are we here?" Your eyes grow even bigger when you recognize the building, but he ignores your comment and simply pushes you forward. "C'mon, we have an appointment—and you need to get ready," he grins, but you can see a faint hint of nervousness in his eyes when he opens the door and reveals the club where you had met during your first day. Your jaw drops when you see the decorations—all in a classical wedding style, like the pictures you often like on Pinterest. "Tsumu—don't tell me—"
"Y/n." You hear his voice firmly, and you look at him, who suddenly lets go of you and looks at you a bit mischievously before he smoothly sinks down to one knee.
"I can't remember the first time I did this, but I promise, I won't forget this time. I wanna do everything right, Y/n. Marry you properly, be your husband and care for you."
You look at him, feeling tears dwell in your eyes when you realize how he has spent the last few weeks preparing this—and you bite your lip to avoid a sob when he pulls out a ring—similar to the one he had given you last time, yet even more beautiful.
"Will ya marry me?
xxx
A/n: Thank you so much for following this series! I'll make an epilogue about the night they met around next week-ish! But after that, that's it for the series! I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for the next one! <3
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bexsld · 8 months
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Lena sat at her desk finishing up the last of her emails for the day. She glared at her best friend, and colleague, who was sitting on the white couch staring at her from across the room. She’d been waiting there for her to finish for almost an hour.
"Please explain to me how you managed to get me to agree to this?" Lena asked.
"Because you're my maid of honour and you're legally obligated to be there.”
Lena groaned. "Yes, but Greece, Sam? Really? And a party area no less," she grumbled.
For reasons unknown to her, Alex and Sam had decided to go to Zante for a week and managed to convince their respective Maids of Honour to go with them. Kara was excited, but that was a given, she'd been wanting some time off work and away from Supergirl duties.
Lena on the other hand was dreading it. She couldn’t think of anything worse. She’d been complaining about it at least once a day for the past month.
"Lighten up, Lena. The company won't fall apart without you here. You need a break. You've been working a lot lately," Sam said.
Sam wasn't wrong, and Lena was well aware that she'd been spending more and more time in her office over the past few weeks. Even Kara had made the odd comment to her over the past few days over the increase in her already obscene working habits.
"I'm simply trying to get ahead on what I'm going to be missing," Lena argued with a shrug.
"Exactly. You're probably ahead till at least September at this rate. A little summer holiday is not going to kill you."
It might, she wanted to bite back, but Lena knew better than to argue with her friend. Sam was one of the very few people who knew how to beat her in an argument, or at least, temporarily convince her to stop.
“And, if you don’t recall, we’re meant to be meeting Alex and Kara at your apartment for dinner,” Sam quickly added.
Lena looked at the time and saw it was nearing 6pm and was on her feet in an instant, closing her laptop and slipping it into her bag.
“Whipped!” Sam coughed. “If I’d known all I had to do was to mention that Kara was waiting I would’ve said something an hour ago.”
Welcome to the dumb little fic I wrote. An engaged Alex and Sam drag Kara and Lena away on a trip away to celebrate the engagement. Lena runs into an ex and when asked if her and Kara are dating, Kara says yes. Hijinks ensues.
Lots of fluff. Some poorly written smut. But a lot of dumb yearning which is my specialty.
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missingspaceships · 1 year
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i don't know why i made this but i'm having fun
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