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riddleriddles · 4 months

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ෆ i should hate you

ෆ theodore theo nott x reader (without a specific house)

ෆ summary: The one in which theodore pushes you away but you can’t lose your feelings for him.

ෆ warnings: google english, angst (im not really good at it)

ෆ notes: I think this also goes a lot with CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS from ts, but i guess im going to make another one for this song, and also i just found out that im the worst for dialogues, just like in real life

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It was late August when theo decided that you were too much for him, that he decided that your relationship could not continue when you deserved more than he had to offer. So, after a few weeks distancing himself from you and letting his own mind erase the good memories and being corrupted with insecurities, he asked you in a note in a shared class of potions.

“Astronomy tower at 10 after dinner?” It was what it said on the piece of parchment, I didn’t need a signature for you to know who it was.

As the astronomy tower was a place of yours, where you spent time and time lying together, admiring the stars, the constellations and only the presence of each other, you didn’t think much about it, went up to the astronomy tower after dinner, where you found the familiar figure of your boyfriend.

There he was, leaning against one of the iron handrails, his half wavy hair with some natural blonde lights falling on his face making a light shadow in his eyes, he does not look up when he hears steps approaching.

“Hi theo...” you whisper softly, leaning next to him on the handrail, looking into his eyes while his gaze avoids finding yours, he has an blank and distant face, if maybe you paid more attention, you could see the guilt he felt for doing what he was doing.

With these last weeks that he has pushed you away you can’t help but wonder if something had happened, maybe something happened to his father, maybe it’s the tests that are approaching, or he may just be quiet these days, by the way, it’s theo, he likes his own space sometimes, you thought. You and Theo loved each other very much, you loved him, and you thought he loved you too, so the breakup didn’t even cross your mind when he sent you that piece of parchment.

“Hi...” he says, a low and hoarse tone, as if he hadn’t spoken for some time, his eyes never found yours.

Theo felt his own stomach turn with anxiety, he couldn’t let it shine through, you knew him so well that he knew that any misstep you would find out that something was wrong.

After some time, in a comfortable silence from his point of view and almost deafening in theo's, he said the words he spent so much time rehearsing on his own head.

“I think we should break up.”

The words hit you right, you even thought you could have heard wrong, no, you had certainly heard it wrong, theo didn’t want to break up, he loved you, and you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“What...?” You whispered almost inaudible, discredited that you had even heard that phrase, but when he didn’t answer and turned his head to the opposite side of your face, to avoid your look, you knew you heard it right and then you realized that your relationship was over.

“I don’t think we should keep going... I...” he whispered, feeling a ball of guilt forming at the tip of his own stomach, he couldn’t look into your eyes, he couldn’t risk giving up and telling you the truth. “I don’t think it’s going to work.”

Theo can feel your gaze on him, begging him for a reason, maybe for a laugh explaining the dull joke, he knew you wouldn’t let him go without him really hurting you.

“I don’t feel the same for you anymore, you should go..”

You stepped back, suddenly all the words had disappeared from your mind, not knowing how to act or what to say, you were never very confrontational, suddenly your love is no longer there, feeling the emotions so strong hitting at once, leaving you embarrassed in front of him, when he couldn’t even look into your eyes, you left the astronomy tower as quickly as possible.

The next few weeks were difficult, spent with ice cream, romantic comedies and a lot of tears, especially when you needed to see him in the halls, and sitting on the other side of the classroom, so to avoid him, you started to avoid meals together, delaying your own routine just not having to face him, you started to go down later to the great hall at breakfast and dinner time, when he had already left, avoiding the same halls and especially the places that were previously marked as your places, such as the astronomy tower, for example.

You waited for time to heal you but it wasn’t quite like that, the only thing you could do was disguise your emotions, pretending to forget the moments together, and then went back to the meals at the right times and almost didn’t look for him in the halls anymore, or did it discreetly.

Theo was getting worse and worse, whenever he saw you avoiding passing by his side in the corridors his heart sank and the guilt hit him all over again, and thinking it couldn’t get worse, he literally wanted to be buried alive when he realized that you were forgetting about him, that you didn’t even care about passing next to him anymore, that you didn’t even realize that you had passed next to him.

“You should talk to her, she likes you and I’m sure you deserve to be together...” said theo’s friend, blaise, while they were sitting in the communal room, for him theo was visibly downcast and it’s been a while since he saw the friend so melancholic it didn’t make sense for him to break up with you to be crying in the corners, theo didn’t use to open up to many people, but he trusted blaise enough to let him know what was bothering him. “you’re keeping her and yourself away from the one you love, that’s not fair.”

Theo thought too much about his friend’s words, but he never felt brave enough to come back to you and tell you the truth, he thought you had already given up on him and that it was better that way.

But he was pulling his own limits, and could no longer bury his own feelings when he was sitting on a bench in the courtyard accompanied by his friends, and from afar he heard your laugh, maybe it was the desire he felt to hear your voice again that made him realize the laughter among the other sounds of the place.

He turned his head abruptly in the direction just to wish he hadn’t turned when he saw you accompanied by another boy, a gryffindor boy, passing by while you put a lock of hair behind your ear and laughed at something that the blonde in red and black robes said.

Theodore felt the jealousy invade him, who did this gryffindor think was supposed to make you laugh like that? Did he think he deserved your smiles? Who did he think it was to at least get close to his girlfriend? he thought, but you were no longer his girlfriend, he had broken up with you and had hurt you, so now you probably wanted to be there, walking with that other boy and there is nothing he could do about it.

Watching you bend the corridors and get out of his sight he felt that the right thing was to let you go, he couldn’t be so selfish to the point of holding you up with him, when you deserved much more than he had, but he wasn’t ready, he couldn’t, he didn’t have the courage he thought he would have, he wanted to be selfish, no matter how too good you were for him, he wanted to keep you around and never push you away again, he wanted to intertwine your fingers and never see you cry again, much less for himself like that night, stupid, it was what he was, that’s how he saw himself now, a fool for thinking he could see you moving forward and it was the purest foolishness to think that he could move on himself.

So he finally decided to listen to his friends and go after you, without warning anyone he got up from the bank quickly,his friends looked at him curious, but used to theo’s behavior, they just shrugged.

Theodore followed in your footsteps and bent the corridor to find you this time alone caressing an orange kitten while he saw a little far away the gryffindor with his back distancing himself, he approached shyly, with his hands in his pocket and without making any noise.

You just realized that you were in the presence of someone when you looked at the shoes stopping by your side and recognized them as your ex-boyfriend’s, feeling your throat dry your hand fell from the kitten who was upset by the lack of affection and came down from where it was leaving you and him alone, it took you a few more seconds thinking until you raised your head slowly to look at him.

“Nott.” you said shy trying to sound firm, your gaze deviating from his, it was difficult to see him so close after so long, you wanted to hate him so much, you really wanted to push and yell at him, ask why he had done that, what you had done wrong for him not to love you anymore and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth when he heard his own surname come out of his lips, feeling as if that name did not belong to him, you should call him theo, my love, dear, that didn’t feel right.

“Don’t call me that...” he asked, his voice was distant but he still missed and sad, but it wasn’t enough for you to realize, you made fun of his words and crossed your arms.

“What do you want?” You asked firmly but still avoiding his gaze, you took a step back by moving away from him, he clenched his jaw to the sign of your rejection his heart sink again, the feeling becoming familiar.

“I want to... apologize, for that night...” he said in a low tone, looking at his own feet as if he felt guilty and ashamed, that’s certainly not what you expected, coming out of the defensive mode you lowered your arms.

“Apologize?”

“I was an idiot, I pushed you away for a stupid reason” he was visibly sorry, he took a step towards your, you don’t back down this time.

“yes, you were really an idiot,” you said and crossed your arms again, your eyes went up to look at theirs, he couldn’t stand it, your glassy eyes looking back at him, he just wanted to crush his own lips against yours. “were you lying that night? When did you say you didn’t love me anymore?”

“i was” he admitted quickly with a positive nod. “it was a lie, it was all a lie, I think I let my insecurities speak louder and I ended up thinking that the best idea was to push you away, i’m sorry.”

Suddenly, the nights you spent crying no longer made sense, you felt angry with him for push you away, and thinking that if you knew you would have done everything to prove to him that he was the one who deserved the whole world.

“Do you know how stupid you are!? I thought I had done something wrong!” you exclaimed getting closer to him, he held your face with both hands as if he were going to kiss you, you felt your eyes filling with tears of frustration and he could see them being formed in the corner of your eyes, mentally cursing himself for making you cry again.

“I know! I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m just me and you’re so... everything, and you deserve everything, and I thought maybe I could let you go for it, but I can’t, I see it now, I promise I’ll do everything to give you what you deserve, I promise, please bella, forgive me.”

A single tear fell down your cheek with the statement, a few seconds in silence was enough for you to think, no matter how frustrated you were with him, the desire to love him again was always stronger.

“You’re dumb.” you said quietly, he nodded.

You held his face pulling him down and finally crushed his lips on yours, he squeezed his eyes and let his hand out of your face, now it was in the air and he didn’t know where to put it, the kiss that overflowed the longing and love you felt for each other, it was calm and slow, no hurry after spending so much time waiting, his hand finally fell to your waist, fitting perfectly, he remembered that.

then you pushed your lips away, he still brushed his own lip on yours as if he were silently asking for more, you smiled against his lips when you realized it.

“Never push me away like this again, I love you and you are more than I could ask for”

#theodore nott #slytherin x hufflepuff #slytherpuff #theodore nott x reader #fanfic #harry potter #riddleriddles

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garoujo · 2 years

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“pssst—so you’re coming, right?”

the sudden interruption to your note taking makes you jump slightly, raising your head to lock eyes with itadori who is so obviously turned round in his seat to lean across your desk, and you can tell by the stupidly cute pout on his lips that he thinks he’s being quiet.

“coming where?” you hum, you know he’s talking about the frat party on friday — it’s all anybody had been talking about all week. your college football team have a game on friday that you know they’ll win and then the whole school will celebrate at the frat, it was tradition at this point.

but you still feign ignorance because you haven’t had enough time to come up with an excuse to not go yet.

“to the party! you’ll come right, please? it’s not fun if you’re not there, you said you’d cheer for me at the game too.” yuuji replies, enthusiastically and the whispers that he seems to think are leaving his lips are only growing louder with each word.

“i don’t know.. i might be busy.” you grumble, trying so hard to avoid his bright gaze while you scribble down whatever comes to mind — a whole load of stuff that doesn’t make sense while you think of a real excuse because you know that won’t cut it.

“hey, come onnn. you’re lying.” yuuji whines, playfully shuffling at your paper so you’ll look up at him and you regret it immediately when you notice the way his lips are jutted out, in addition to the wide eyes he’s sending you so shamelessly — is he really using puppy dog eyes to get you to go to a frat party?

“please! you can come with me and fushiguro, we can go together—“

“itadori! are you even listening?” your teacher finally hisses, narrowing their eyes at the back of the class which unfortunately includes you also.

“sorry, sensei~” yuuji calls back, but he turns round to pout at you again before he faces forward. “you gotta come okay.”

but unfortunately, like most of the school, you had a soft spot for the quarterback— he was different from the usual douchebags you would expect, the ones in the movies who break hearts and have you swearing to never love again.

itadori yuuji wasn’t like that. he was athletic, your typical jock with rippling muscles and a varsity jacket, bubbly, goofy and in shape. he didn’t do great in studies but he tried and with what he lacked in general knowledge he made up for with spirit.

he knew every one of his classmates by name and stood up for them against bullies (even the ones on his team), he was charming in a sense — like when he’d get flustered after confidently answering a question wrong or when he’d make playful jokes with your teacher back and forth, there was a natural charm to him that made you want to know him.

and you did, you don’t know how it happened — his seat was right infront of yours in class, he’d made a habit of collecting papers for two whenever it came to handouts and if he was ever having trouble with a question, he’d much sooner turn round to ask you than stay behind. you wouldn’t call you guys best friends by any means but what you had felt nice, you walked with him to practice on wednesdays because you went that way home and he invited you to games — always shooting you a bright sort of grin through his helmet whenever he noticed you in the stands.

which makes it even harder to avoid him even after class, because it is unfortunately a wednesday and you’re standing at your desk, packing your things away while said quarterback rambles to you about all the reasons you should come to the party on saturday. his pleas don’t even falter when he’s expectantly grabbing your bag from you and slinging it over the shoulder opposite his own as you both leave, making your way down the hallway that’s now mostly clear from students despite a few stragglers.

“i was being serious, you can come with me and fushiguro! he hates parties but even he’s coming.” yuuji smiles in earnest, you’re honestly surprised that he’s even convinced fushiguro to go — him hating parties was definitely true but you’re pretty sure hes had to deal with the exact same loveable jock that you are right now, so you also can’t really blame him for giving in — most likely just so he’d stop going on about it.

“i don’t want people to think i’m following you both around.” you argue, but there’s no real annoyance to your tone when you nudge into his side — trying and failing to playfully knock his well trained body even a little off balance.

“they won’t think that cause we’re friends, right? it’ll be fun. even gojo and geto will be there and you know them too. i want you to come.” the blushy haired jock next to you grumbles and there’s a real honesty in his tone despite it being spoken through a smile.

although you find yourself mentally cursing the warmth that blooms along your skin when you finally turn to look at him, painted in a warm hue by the swirls of amber in the sky and you feel yourself soften when you realise that yuuji’s eyes were already on you.

but any tension pooling in your mind is quickly broken with a hopeful grin followed by a see you tomorrow and a pat on your shoulder, watching yuuji hand you your bag before he runs to practice and you can’t help the exasperated sigh that falls from your lips when the silence finally settles after he’s gone.

you’re aware your soft spot for the quarterback was probably just as much of a curse as it was a blessing, because now, that same bright grin is staring back at you while you stand in the kitchen during the very frat party that you were trying to avoid — just because itadori had insisted through the remaining days before that he wouldn’t have any fun if you didn’t come.

the atmosphere at the party is as you expected, there’s students littered around the fraternity — an ocean of red cups and gossip, places like this were breeding grounds for rumours and drama.

but you’re with itadori and megumi so you don’t really care, leaning against the kitchen counter and too preoccupied with yuuji’s enthuastic rant about the game while the bass thumps through the walls. but his eyes are on you and his gaze is just as warm as the humid air around you.

although just before he can ask you if you were cheering for him like he was hoping you were, he’s interrupted by a familiar drawl.

“oh? you really came.” you hear a smooth tone echo from behind you, the ragged sound pulling you from your hazed mind before it’s followed by an arm being hooked over your shoulder and you’re being pulled against a hard chest.

“so itadori really convinced you, huh.” satoru hums from where he’s got both you and megumi in some form of makeshift hug, although it feels more like a chokehold given his stature and the way you’re both swaying to look up at him.

“quit it, satoru.” geto sounds from behind him, sighing before hes shifting to stand next to him to send you all a kind-hearted sort of grin - one thats vaguely different from the menacing one on his white-haired counterparts lips, who chooses to ignore his interruption.

“you guys are just in time, we need you for the game. you’re in, right?” satoru goads, but you notice that the smirk on his lips is a lot more devilish than the ones you’ve seen before. even when you make a curious sound, you can see the way his crystalline eyes reflect amusement when he looks at you. he was always one for joking around, more times than not he had you laughing — mostly at him, but his words felt different this time.

you’re not surprised when you watch itadori send him a starry-eyed glance, but there’s a certain thickness in the air that you’re pretty sure goes completely over the loveable jock’s head when the next thing you know, the three of you find yourself squished together on an old worn couch in the living room.

satoru’s situated himself in the middle of the room, like a sort of game-master you guess you’d call him — expected considering he was one of the oldest in the frat, listening to him list out the rules to a game that you’re more than familiar with, and now you understand the sort of amusement that was present in his smirk earlier.

you should’ve known you’d made a mistake as soon as your eyes met his and the soft light was glinting off the playfulness in his gaze, ending up with you being roped into going first — which surprisingly seemed to pull an almost uncomfortable shuffle from itadori at your side as his thigh bumps yours.

“hey, you okay?” yuuji smiles, his voice low and barely audible but he knows that you hear him — his attention taken with you so casually when your face twists to meet him at the sound, but his question is appreciated and heartfelt.

you nod when you look at him and he blinks quickly at the sudden close proximity before you’re turning to face the room again with a sigh.

but itadori’s gaze is still on you while satoru’s giving you a hooded look thats entirely too perceptive for your liking, a smirk curling at his lips as his brows arch from over his glasses and he’s spinning the empty beer bottle that’s lying in the middle of the floor with a quick twist of his wrist.

you were fine atleast, until that same bottle lands on a man who has bile turning in your stomach when he shoots you a smirk that’s thick with desire, dark and expectant. you didn’t know him, but you knew of him and he was the kind of person who you’d rather smack than be locked in a closet with, especially alone.

he was a playboy and a loser, you’d only ever seen him trailing behind satoru and itadori — kissing their ass and sucking up to the rest of the team, or drooling all over women who definitely did not want him. he was a sleaze and a douchebag, and before he even has the chance to move you’re already curling back against the couch.

“not happening.” you hiss, fingers squeezing against your thighs when you narrow your eyes at satoru, and you watch him raise a brow at you before he’s rising to his feet.

“you agreed to the game, princess.” the white-haired male shrugs, although you can even see the sorry distaste on his features when he notices the hungry grin on the other bastards. but just as your mouth opens to protest a second time, you feel a strong arm wrap around your middle before you’re pulled to your feet.

“i’ll do it, gojo-senpai.” yuuji grunts from beside you, curling his arm around you to press you protectively against his chest and there’s a burning hot rush of blood under your skin where his thick fingers grip at the dip of your waist. “there isn’t a rule against it, right?”

the frown on his face seems almost unnatural when you tilt your head back further to look at him, unfamiliar given the smile you were normally used to, but when you feel his hands squeeze at your restless figure you still can’t help but feel safe. you watch the gears turning in satoru’s mind at yuuji’s outburst though, shooting a glance at suguru from over his shoulder before his dark haired friend shrugs and he’s sighing with a click of his tongue, failing to hide the soft smirk of amusement that’s twitching at the corners of his lips.

“i’ll allow it, yuuji-kun. just you kids behave, yeah?” he drawls and you hadn’t realised your heart was racing until those words leave gojo’s lips and you’re squeezing yourself closer into your.. saviour of sorts, before you’re both ushered down the hall and thrown into a darkened-closet by the same white-haired upperclassman.

but you don’t fail to notice that itadori’s arm never left your figure, even as you strolled down the halls or when you both crowded into the equally small closet — it feeling even smaller giving his broad physique, even now his fingers on your waist were still present and grounding— a feeling you could quickly find yourself yearning for.

“i’m sorry you got roped into this.” you speak first into the shadowy darkness of the small space, the soft light glinting prettily off of yuuji’s eyes when he meets your gaze, and you know you probably look as awkward as you feel when your fingers trace along the lettering on his varsity jacket. but he still grins before he squeezes your waist — like a sort of reassuring touch, like he knows you need it.

“hey! i volunteered you know, and well i was kinda hoping it would be me anyway.. but that guy really sucks.” yuuji’s grinning, a little flushed in the face but you put it down to the stuffiness of the closet rather than anything else when you blink up at him. but you watch him scratch at the back of his neck with another grin when his words finally sink in and you're casting him a wide-eyed glance.

“what did you say?” you reply quickly, something unfamiliar curling down your spine as your hands twist nervously in the fabric of his shirt — fingertips grazing the sharply carved planes of muscle underneath and part of you wants to explore more at the first, almost intimate touch.

“huh? that guy sucks. he’s really mean to girls and it’s always made me mad, even gojo-senpai doesn’t like hi—“ yuuji taps at his chin, his eyes never leaving yours before you cut him off again.

“no before that.” you gape, feeling your fingertips against his chest again when he hums and thinks back to a few moments ago before he’s smiling again.

“oh! i was kinda hoping it would be me anyway.” he grins in earnest, his tone never once faltering and there’s a sincerity to the way he pats down the curve of your spine. “why?” you swallow, and the atmosphere in the closet suddenly feels stuffy with the question.

“because i like you.” itadori answers, voice unwavering, again, and you don’t know if the tingling in your skin is embarrassment or desire when you flutter your eyes back up to meet his and notice the sudden heaviness that stares back.

he doesn’t look nervous at first glance but his hand almost trembles along your back when you press closer against his front, feeling the way his heart is pounding against your palm as his broad chest expands with every exhale he takes, and if you looked closely you’d be able to make out the slight dusting of pink on his ears underneath the soft curl of his hair.

“yuuji, um—“ you start, laughing quietly in disbelief and you watch itadori’s eyes glance down at your lips before he’s swallowing dryly and hugging you closer, “i mean like really like, that’s why i like seeing you cheer for me at games and that’s why i asked you to wear my jacket, even though you said no..”

the last few words of his sentence are said through a pout but when you find yourself patting at his chest at his confession, you watch an earnest, bright grin curl at his lips before he’s sending you a vulnerable sort of look that’s is so handsomely unfair.

“i—just didn’t think of it like that.” you breath, a whispery sort of tone to your voice and you watch itadori’s eyes jump over your features before you hear him gulp and take a nervous breath. but a hardened look of determination comes over him as his cheeks flush deeper, and his fingers twitch against your skin when your hand comes up to rest against his cheek — encouraging him to lean closer.

“would you take it now?” he asks, words almost an exhale across your lips and you don’t realise just how close you’ve become, until you feel itadori’s heart kicking against his impressive chest under your palm. “yes.” you answer quickly, and the closet suddenly feels stuffier when his wide eyes jump from yours to your lips before he’s grazing them with his own.

he’s a little distracted once he sees just how pretty you are up close, so you decide to take matters into your own hands when you twist your hands into the fabric of his shirt — pulling him in for a kiss that feels natural despite how he stiffens at first.

but when itadori feels the way your lips press against his, it’s like something dangerous snaps in his self control and suddenly your body is thumping against the wood of the wall, his hands gripping tightly at your hips as he licks messily into your mouth, drinking you up and groaning at the first, wet glide of your tongue along his.

you curl your arms around his neck as you croak his name, noticing the way his eyes are screwed shut as he pins you to the hard wood behind you, feeling you wiggle against him and he groans before his warmth leaves you.

itadori is breathing hard when he pulls away suddenly, pupils blown wide as they scan over your features with parted lips and desperate pants. “fuck, i’m sorry, is—is this okay?” he gasps and you’ve never answered faster than when you rasp out a yes, kissing him fiercely as he grinds against you — large palms roaming along the new dips of your figure he’s yet to explore until you’re mewling against his panting mouth and hitching your leg around his waist.

“can i touch you? p-please..” it’s messy, rushed the question as you feel him smear spit along your chin as his mouth moves, but he doesn’t pull away — if he had a choice, he never would given how breathless and eager he feels.

“please, yuuji! i want you.” itadori feels blood rush to his thick cock at the breathless plea, his dark jeans suddenly feeling tighter as his arms leave you — in favour of almost tearing off his varsity jacket to throw it on the floor, and you feel your world shift suddenly when your back is pressing against the thick fabric after as you both hit the ground.

“needed you s-so bad, for you so long.” he purrs, voice cracking under the heavy weight of his desire and arousal as his big body pushes its way between your thighs, and you feel dizzy when you melt under the weight of him, letting him rut desperately into you like an animal.

he’s absolutely enamoured by you, panting as he smears kisses along your jawline — sucking at your neck as his hips rub and grind into yours, groaning when he feels you grab at his broad shoulders with each press of his lips.

you feel one of itadori’s rough, strong palms stroke down your thighs — pushing your skirt around your waist as he continues to press kisses along your skin, igniting your nerves along the way as you twist, looking down to meet his wild eyes as he crawls down your body — pushing your shirt up to suckle pink, blooming marks against the skin.

“you’re s-so pretty, ‘s this okay? want you, fuck.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone, a low lull and you feel the sound vibrate against your skin before he’s pulling away with a wet pop — trembling hands moving to quickly pull down your panties only when he hears you gasp out another yes, followed by a tentative swipe of his fingers along your already embarrassingly slick pussy.

itadori smears kisses down your hips, spit coating your thighs before he’s lifting your weak legs over his shoulders — panting like a dog when he gets his first glimpse of your pretty pussy and he lets out a wrecked groan, low and long before he’s immediately shoving his face between your thighs, taking a long taste of your cunt.

your back arches at the sudden stimulation when you feel his tongue flatten against your clit, but it only takes a few seconds before his muscled forearms are keeping you pinned beneath his huge body, your hips twitching as you cry out for him — grabbing at the blush strands of his hair before your thighs and lungs tremble on your next inhale.

everything about how he eats you out is messy and itadori feels lost in his own pleasure as he loses himself in your addictive cunt, the taste feels like fucking heaven on his tongue and he moans; ragged and hungry when his hips instinctively rut into the carpet below him, the sudden stimulation on his heavy, leaking cock causing a pleasured vibration to rumble through your clit.

every swipe of his tongue feels like it sends bliss racing through you, arousal pooling dangerously in your stomach as your eyes prick with pleasured tears — his pace never eases and you feel like you can barely breathe as he showers you in strong licks, panting warm along your glistening folds when he pulls away to admire the way your slick shines when it’s mixed with his spit.

it’s embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm, the sight of itadori’s huge frame humping the floor between your thighs as he loses himself in your taste only making it approach faster. you feel his nose knock against your clit as he smacks lewdly, feeling your warm walls flex around his thick tongue when he dips it past your fluttering hole. he’s panting and fucked out, and you’re pretty sure the lower half of his face and cheeks are soaked as you feel your arousal pool onto his jacket below you.

he feels so fucking good, and you feel lost in a dizzy dream when you meet his heavy gaze once more, watching the muscles of his back move through the tight fabric of his white shirt — you would never have thought that your college’s loveable quarterback ate pussy like it was his first meal in days, but you think the realisation might just make you like him even more when you feel his lips close around your clit to suckle lightly.

you feel something dangerous spark along your nerves when his huge palms rock you against his mouth, reducing you to pretty pants and babbles of his name before he’s pulling away with a long whine that makes it sound like it physically hurt him to pull away from you.

“p-please—don’t cum yet, can you make you feel even better—fuck, i gotta feel your pussy ‘round me, baby.” itadori moans, voice tight with need as he rips his belts and pants open — messily tossing them down his thighs until he’s groaning at the sudden freedom from the loss of the restrictive fabric.

even in the darkness of the old closet you can see the thick curve of him in his boxers, he’s huge and you can almost see the way it twitches with carnal need — not that your surprised with how impressive he is. but it only makes your mouth water when you watch him pull down the final layers of fabric between you, the throbbing, silky curve of his cock grazing along your thighs as he looms over you with a growl, letting his cock drag through the messy, glistening folds of your cunt.

“do you think you can take it, baby? i know you’re gonna take it s-so well. oh so fuckin’ good.” itadori chokes, wide eyes meeting yours and your lips part to sound out a sweet uh-huh when his swollen head catches under the hood of your clit, your legs squeezing around him impatiently before he’s breathing hard through clenched teeth and reaching down to grip around the base.

your mouth drops open to moan when you feel him rub against your clit, hips twitching up wildly and needy as you chase the stimulation and he feels so fucking dizzy at the way you moan for him — shameless and uncut and he’s all but forgotten you’re both about to fuck on his varsity jacket, that’s spread out on the floor of some gross frat closet.

the next swipe of his cock through your folds presses it against your twitching hole and itadori tries so hard to keep his eyes on you through the pleasure when he finally sinks in. but you’re so fucking warm and tight, and the way your fisting at his shirt makes an almost animalistic growl vibrate through his chest as you twitch at the thick spread and he’s pulling you in for a sweet kiss — a contrast to the way he’s bullying his cock into your tight cunt.

“too big, yuuji—ah!” you moan brokenly against his lips and itadori can’t help the pride that swells in his chest as his eyes flutter, his grip dragging you across the floor as he pushes himself deeper into the desperate hug of your walls, shushing you as his teeth drag along your bottom lip.

“but you take me so well, baby—fuck, feel so good. you’re doing s-soo good.” he growls and groans like a man possessed with a slow, wet withdrawal of his cock, rolling it back into you a little each time as your pussy squelches lewdly and his hips press tight against your hips with another mewl.

you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like itadori reaches, the pleasurable sting making the room below you spin before you’re caught off guard with the first harsh smack of his hips between your thighs — the sudden quick pace fitting for someone with such an athletic prowess as you dig your nails into his broad back just to keep yourself grounded.

every wet withdrawal of his hips is so fucking loud and each deep thrust of his cock feels like it reaches even deeper as you a moan of his name kicks from your throat, your desperate attempts at keeping quiet being fucked out of your mind with the way your body is crumbling under each of his thrusts, your orgasm already so close as you hear him babble, wet against your cheek.

“never wanna stop..hnnn, you feel so good. need—shit, need more, wanna feel you, baby.” itadori growls against your skin, and you can hear all his need and want for you in the way he moans your name with each exhale — grabbing at your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear as he splits you open beneath him.

his eyes are hooded when he looks at you, pink hair smeared along the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as he presses deep into your body — blunt head of his thick cock pressing against the swollen spots inside of you and all you can do is take it. your voice bounces of the walls of the small, darkened closet as you pant and lilt your head back — clawing red marks down the ivory skin on itadori’s back.

it’s almost inhumane the way his quick, intense pace grows heavier — your body jolting beneath him as he digs his cock up inside of your pussy, the bruising grip he has on your hips being the only thing keeping you underneath him or else you would’ve bounced rignt off with each heavy, wet connection of his hips — driven by the brute strength in his muscled body.

your orgasm hits you suddenly, so hard and good that it almost hurts and your toes curl as your fingers move to grab at itadori’s hair, trembling and clawing at his biceps with the other as you cream around his cock. but he doesn’t stop, not when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss below him — the vibration of his groans echoing somewhere deep in his chest as his cock thickens inside of your soaked cunt.

“please, baby—lemme give y-you my cum, will look so good. let me, baby.. fuck, gotta hear you say it.” he slurs and you hiccup before you’re moaning out another needy yes, tightening your thighs around his waist in the hopes it’ll keep him trapped inside.

but itadori’s pace stutters at the first too tight, milking compression of your walls, gritting his teeth with a surprised grunt when his jaw clenches and his eyes watch more cream pool around the base of his thick cock, your walls throbbing with every unforgiving push of his hips.

then he looks at you as he cums thick and heavy inside of you with a long, agonised groan, you’re underneath him and fuck—you’re so pretty. his classmate who sits behind him in class and who he walks to practice with on wednesdays — who cheers for him at games and looks so fucking ethereal when they’re cumming around his cock, he’d fucking dreamed of a moment like this.

it’s addictive, you’re addictive, itadori thinks when he pushes his thick load into your tight cunt, babbling out curses and praises as they curl down your skin while he pins you completely. his primitive instincts take over as he continues to fuck into your messy, sensitive pussy until you’re both spent and a mixture of your cum is smeared along your thighs, only following it with a few shallow thrusts to accommodate the thick rush of cum he unloads inside of your puffy walls.

“baby, you with me? does it hurt?” you finally hear him mumble against your cheek, pressing his lips to the skin after as he kisses you back to him, back to where he’s got you pinned to the closet floor while his fingers massage at the probably soon to be bruises on your hips.

you blink slow, hazy before you’re looking up at where itadori is still looming over you, he’s flushing deep as he catches his breath but he’s still quick to scoop you up into his chest — making sure he’s not hurt you as he looks at you with a pouty, sleepy expression.

“yuuji.” you whisper, throat dry and raspy but you watch him smile as he holds you delicately, a hard contrast to his rough grip a few moments ago as he gives you puppy dog eyes.

“you’re alive, baby! you scared me, did i hurt you? you’re okay?” he asks again and there’s a tenderness to his words when they’re not spoken through his usual bright grin. but you look at him again before you’re smiling and snuggling into his strong shoulder.

“i’m okay, it was so good.” you sigh, shaking slightly when itadori pulls you to stand with him — supporting the trembling of your thighs with a strong arm around your waist before he’s grimacing as he picks up his jacket, sending you another cute pout before you’re both laughing at the cum and other fluids that’s soaked into the fabric.

“awww, does that mean you won’t wear it, baby?” yuuji whines, and you smile again before you let him curl you against his chest — pulling you in for a kiss that’s slow, but still a little messy as he presses you close and you let yourself pull him even closer for a moment, not ready for it to be over yet as you wind your arms around his neck.

he squeezes you to pull away, only to help you clumsily smooth down your clothes, making you both look semi-presentable. “does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?” he grins and you scratch your fingers through his still slightly damp hair as his hands smooth along your sides and he tilts his head at you.

“first you gotta clean your jacket so i can finally wear it.” you reply quickly and the sound seems to make itadori’s smile stretch even wider, but just as he leans in again, your lips parting when his brush against them —the door of the closet is abruptly torn open.

“there you are, yuuji-kun! how was the confession?” satoru drawls but his hazy eyes reflect an unfiltered, knowing sort of amusement when they look over your disheveled appearances. but it’s just as charming as it always is when you watch itadori flock to the older student, big warm hands resting on your hips to keep you wrapped up in him.

you listen to them ramble, trying to ignore the teasing gaze of both gojo and geto as they drawl and hum their words — wigging their brows at you when itadori tells them ( while missing a few details ) about how he needs to wash his jacket before you wear it. but your attention is quickly stolen from a certain dark haired, disgusted looking fushiguro from where he appears next to itadori.

“you’re both gross.”

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x you #itadori x you #itadori x reader #itadori smut #itadori yuuji smut #itadori yuuji x you #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji imagines

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sweetronancer · 2 months

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INTRO!

slightly updated...

im percy! (i didnt like the last one so yay!)

- im a minor (any1 can interact tho! js dont b weird), i use he/they pronouns, and i have autism! :3

tone tags would be appreciated but arent really necessary (theres a list below)

(more abt me under the cut! <3)

dni if : racist, transphobic, homophobic, zionist, terf, etc..

this blog supports palestine!

hyperfixations + fandoms : stranger things, spider-man, octonauts, gilmore girls, south park, the last of us 1 + 2, do revenge, percy jackson and the olympians, maya higa, brittany broski, heart stopper, once upon a time, fnaf, the owl house, fallout, stardew valley

ships : ronance, elmax, lumax, byler, percabeth, rory x logan, rory x paris, nharlie (is that what ppl r still calling it..), swanqueen

music : maya hawke, mitski, taylor swift, coma cinema, pacing, the pixies, olivia rodrigo, laufey, chet baker, the cranberries, fleet wood mac, the carpenters, the beatles, sam phillips, elliott smith, the smiths, boygenius, lucy dacus, phoebe bridgers, indigo de souza, hozier, will wood, renee rapp (js to name a few..)

i write a little too! this is my ao3 :3

im an age regressor but this blog isnt really for that.. @neighborhood-spider is my blog for that stuff, its also just a side blog thats way more put together than this one (but i dont really use it as much as i would like to)

i mainly write about ronance and nancy wheeler because those are like my biggest hyperfixations..

tone tags ;

/! = Excited

/a = Alterous

/ao = An order

/av = A vent

/ay = At you

/br = Bragging (also see: /fx)

/c = Copypasta

/calm = Calm or calmly

/cb = Clickbait

/cel = Celebratory

/ci = caring intent

/co or /cf = Comforting

/curi = Curious/curiously

/f = Fake

/fam = Familial

/fl = Flirting

/fx = Flex (also see: /br)

/g or /gen = Genuine

/gentle = Gentle/gently

/gq or /genq = Genuine question

/gs or /gens = Genuine suggestion

/hj = Half joking

/hyp = Hyperbole

/info = Information or informing

/irre = Irrelevant

/j = Joke or joking

/jk = Just kidding

/jw = Just wondering

/lh = Light hearted

/li = Literally

/l or /ly or /lyr = Lyrics

/lu = Little upset

/m = Metaphorically/metaphor

/nabr = Not a brag (also see: /nafx)

/nfl = Not flirting

/nafx = Not a flex (also see: /nabr)

/nao = Not an order

/naq = Not a question (also see: /st or /state)

/nav = Not a vent

/nay = Not at you

/nbh = Nobody here

/nbr = Not being rude

/neg or /nc = Negative connotation

/neu = Neutral connotation

/nf = Not forcing

/nfl = Not flirting

/nm = Not mad

/nmay = “Not mad at you’”

/npa = Not passive aggressive

/nsb = Not subtweeting

/nsrs = Not serious

/nsx or /nx = Nonsexual or not sexual intent

/ny = Not yelling

/ot = Off topic

/p = Platonic

/pa = Passive aggressive

/para = Paraphrase

/pf = Playful

/pos or /pc = Positive connotation

/q = Quote

/qp = Queerplatonic

/r = Romantic

/rh or /rt = Rhetorical question

/s or /sarc = Sarcastic/sarcastically

/sbh = Somebody here

/sbtw = Subtweeting

/srs = Serious

/st or /state = Statement (also see: /naq)

/sx or /x = Sexual intent

/t = Teasing

/tan = Tangent

/th = Threat

/tic = Tic, something typed out that due to being a tic

/ts = To self

/u = Upset

/unin = Unintentional

/unre = Unrelated

/vu = Very upset

/w = Warm/warmth

/sys = not directed or about anyone outside of the system

/wp = wrong proxy

/iw = innerworld

/hs = headspace

#percy pauses and yaps for a little #intro post #stranger things #gilmore girls #idk how else to tag this #anti stancy

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tarrenterror25 · 1 year

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(tho)ugh(ts) no one asked for but my mind has no mouth and must scream

Alfred Pennyworth and Ulysses Klaue doing Shibari/Kinbaku Word Count: 1.3K Rating: E 18+

Tags: images and mention of the following: shibari, bondage, restraints, pain play, (bd)(sm) themes, light degradation, F!Reader, smut, aftercare

Some helpful info before we continue (I am by no mean an expert in this field): - Shibari is the art of rope tying and is about the aesthetic and form of the person being tied and Kinbaku takes it in a more sen(s/x)ual direction.

Here is a neat article for some info and context on the art! Kinbaku @ Museum of Sex There’s a short interview with Hajime Kinoko, a rope artist, and he gives some insight into the emotional depth of the art. Here’s another that touches on why people do shibari: What Is Shibari - Women’s Health

Years ago, I was lucky enough to see a shibari/kinbaku performance/demonstration and it really is truly a beautiful art!

Alfred and Klaue are like opposite sides of the same coin so that’s why this has both! Don’t ask what brought these on cause I’m not even sure myself.

!!! Mind the tags !!!

May contain triggering content

Last chance

Alfred Pennyworth

Alfred loves when you allow him to play to his more dominant side, but he is still soft with you. He loves the art and how tying you up nice and pretty brings you closer to each other. The trust you place in him to never go past your limits, but the encouragement you give him to test your limits is very attractive to him and a turn on.

He is big on you playing just as much a part in this as him. He loves communicating with you about the color of the rope you want or what kind of ties you want to try.

Alfred favors symmetry.

He likes to do intricate knots/ties and loves to appreciate how they shape you. He understands that some of them might be uncomfortable so again, big on communicating with you.

“How’s this, darling?” “Let me know if it’s too much.”

He’s not one for the suspended looks, much preferring you in positions that require you to be lying down or on your knees. Some ties he favors are the mermaid tail, loop chain stockings, arm binder, peach shorts, and he loves weaving designs like flowers/hearts/stars whenever he can.

For some of the more intricate work, he’ll have to put on his glasses. It’s a treat to watch his hands nimbly weave the rope. This time will be used to casually chat about your day or joke around. Alfred makes sure it is a fun and lighthearted experience for the both of you.

Alfred definitely appreciates the way you look all tied up, he loves to run his hands over your body feeling where the rope squishes out your flesh. He’s constantly praising you throughout the process.

“You look so lovely like this, darling.” “You’re doing so well for me.” “Look at you, tied up beautifully for me, like the gift you are.”

Alfred isn’t really one for fucking you this way, he really likes you to be a more active participant; he loves feeling your hands on him too much. If you insist then he’ll rearrange the ties so they are more suitable. The ties while he takes you serve more for fashion over function so they won’t bind you or restrict movement, they just look pretty.

But they are good for grabbing onto! Whether he’s taking you from behind or if you’re on top, he grabs the rope wrapped around your waist/hips/ass and uses it as leverage to fuck you deeper.

Alfred’s safe word for you to use is “subsisto”, latin for “stop” or “halt”.

After a session or if you use the safe word, Alfred will carefully remove your bindings. A bath is in order and he’ll take this time to assess your body as he’s very nervous about the possibility of visible harm done to you. He keeps a first aid kit for you guys handy with salves that he massages into your skin where the ropes were.

Alfred is very susceptible to dom-drop. You’ll need to give him proper aftercare as well! Feedback versus praise is the one that makes him feel much better since it sounds more sincere. Your honesty with him will comfort him.

“I really liked when you...” “Maybe next time we try __ instead?”

Let him take care of you. Thank him for his efforts during aftercare with affirmations that you’re okay and he’ll feel much better.

“Thank you.” “I appreciate when you...” “I’m doing much better now, thank you.”

Physical affection is also a must for Alfred; hugging, holding, snuggling, cuddling him will help come back down out of his head. Doing an activity together afterwards helps him shift back to reality.

Ulysses Klaue

This process is definitely a power play for the two of you to emphasize your submissive side and his dominant side. Where one might expect him to be harsh, he’s very passionate about the process.

Klaue makes most of the decisions, but runs them by you first. You can make your suggestions as you see fit and he’ll always consider them in practice. Your words do not fall on deaf ears!

“I’ll tie it differently then.” “We can try something else instead.” “What about this way?”

Klaue loves asymmetry.

He prefers the form and shape your body takes on over the pattern of the rope. He definitely loves the purpose and function of the ties versus the fashion of them. This means he loves suspending you, loves to get a full view of your body spinning for him. There’s something beautiful about you allowing yourself to be at his mercy. Seeing your legs tucked awkwardly and arms bound, like he’s captured you, stopped you in time right in the midst of pleasure.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” “You’ve no idea how hard it is to keep going when you look like this.”

Some of his favorite ties are chest harness ties, frog ties, waist harness with cuffs, Hojojutsu Capture, and face ties.

The positions he’ll have you in are uncomfortable, but he’ll never do more than he know you can take. It’s also arousing to watch him work at these heavy duty ties, his muscles flexing when he pulls on the rope to suspend you. It’s freeing being in mid-air in such a comprising position where most people, when they’re exposed this way or hanging mid-air, have a tendency to hide.

Klaue is into pain play.

There are no surprises, of course, everything is planned out accordingly. You have complete say in what is used and to what degree. Klaue isn’t interested in the inflicting actual pain so much as he is interested in the dynamic of it. He also likes watching the effect it has on your skin, how warm/red it gets from the sensations he’s inflicted.

Klaue loves to tease you and lightly degrade you while you’re suspended or tied down; feathery touches over your breasts and cunt, rolling your nipples between his fingers, and eventually slipping two fingers inside of you, pumping them until you’re squirting.

“Oh, look at you squirming, just begging for me to touch this pretty cunt.” “Silly girl, just can’t wait ‘til I’m inside you, can you?”

He doesn’t fuck you while you’re suspended. He’ll bring you down for that. Definitely loves to keep you restrained while he fucks you. He also loves to sit back in a chair with you bound on your knees going to town on his cock; his hand twisted in your hair guiding you to take him further into your throat.

Klaue’s safe word for you to us is “Cuttlefish”. Man’s got a sense of humor and it’s not going anywhere. (You cannot change my mind on this, it is locked IN.)

For aftercare, Klaue likes to remove the bindings carefully and slow, caressing your body as the ropes loosen and fall off your form. He kisses your body where the ropes were and kisses your lips affectionately to bring you back from the scene. He holds you and snuggles you until you’re feeling well enough. He brings you plenty of water and snacks. (We all saw that candy bowl on his desk in AOU and he’s got a belly, you can’t tell me he doesn’t keep snacks on hand. It is locked IN.)

Klaue is not always susceptible to dom-drop, but he will drop hard and become apprehensive at seeing visible marks on you. His mood will swing drastically and he’s gonna be angry, not at you, just in general he’s in a bad mood. He likes to be coddled and doted on to help bring him out of this; lay his head on your lap or on your chest while you run your hands through his hair and say some general support and affirmations.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” “You did really well. I enjoyed it.” “I love how you keep me safe during our sessions.”

He’s a big boy who seems mean, but he’s also a big baby.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this blurb! 💕

This is all based on information I know and my understanding, again I do not claim to be an expert.

Here’s a link to a page that has the ties mentioned and more for visual reference! Shibari Academy

#Alfred Pennyworth #ulysses klaue #alfred pennyworth x reader #ulysses klaue x reader #alfred pennyworth smut #ulysses klaue smut

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luciadiosa · 1 year

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A better Peacock

Part 5 Foolish

Masterlist

Eunuch Oh had to help him take you to a bedchamber. He instructed everyone that only he or Eunuch Oh was allowed in. There he had put you on the bed. "Shouldn't we have them treated by a doctor? Surely the ladies-in-waiting know more." the eunuch points out.

Go Won denies the suggestion. "She just needs rest. Also, the fever needs to be brought down." He points to the head, whose beads of sweat adorned it.

"How do you know that?" inquires Oh.

He knew the Crown Prince was in Senjukwon, but not what he was doing there. "I've broadened my horizons. Bring cool water and a cloth." he commanded. No sooner said than done, he had a large bowl of water next to your bed.

The Crown Prince dabs the cold, wet cloth over your forehead, down over your cheeks to your neck. When he's done, he examines you. "Ts. I'm not sick." he mimics you and cocks his head to the side. It annoys him especially since you could have worked at the palace. But you turned it down and looked for work elsewhere. Work with sick people which made you sick too.

He snorts annoyed. Why doesn't anyone want to work for him? Or even be here. Is it him? He believes that there are far worse contemporaries. You of all people should know that after knowing each other for so long. On the other hand, he is glad about it, because then there is no temptation.

When you stir, he looks at you. "Stay down." But of course you don't listen to him. As so often. He snorts again as you try to sit up on your forearms.

"What am I doing here?" you ask exhausted. There is no memory stored in your brain of how to get here.

The Crown Prince firmly pushes you back onto the bed. "You're recovering. Don't leave the room before that." "I don't need your help." you explain in a weak voice and push yourself up again. He pushes you down again.

"You collapsed in the street. If I hadn't been there, you might still be lying there. Robbed or raped. You should show me thanks and obedience." he scolds you severely.

You swallow. Actually he's right. You just don't want to admit it. Stubborn but caught you look away from him.

"What thanks do you imagine for your generosity, Royal Highness?"

Go Won smiles. "In time you'll be able to thank me. And now..." He turns to the side. On a small table there is a teapot, which is still being heated, and a small mug. He pours some tea and holds the mug with both hands.

Ginger cinnamon. You are no stranger to the smell. You turn your head away in disgust as he holds the mug under your nose. With a long aaaaah out of his mouth, demonstrating what you're supposed to do (like feeding a baby), he leans in even further and follows your head movement with the tea.

"Come on. Y/N, one for daddy." he joked as you grimaced even more.

"Daddy?" At that moment he pours tea into your mouth. You swallow as a reflex, but you also have to cough. Go Won pats you on the back. "Where did you get this new attitude from?" you cough.

"You wanted me to help you with the sick." he reminds you, tapping your forehead with his index finger. Beaten you fall back. Exhaustion will catch up with you soon anyway. A big Smile of victory appears on his face.

#fanfiction #crown prince go won #crown prince go won x reader #go won x reader #shin #alchemy of souls: light and shadow #alchemy of souls #alchelmy of souls 2 #a better peacock fanfiction #abetterpeacockfanfiction #kdrama #go won #king go won

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jewishbarbies · 2 years

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Ly. This feels just so...

I mean my best friend is a hardcore swiftie and she is a good person but also a dumbass who is wasting her parents' money on ts while not being economically well off. She somehow has a 3 D , well constructed opinion on anything we talk about except Swift?? I see how taylor has some good songs and has some good personality traits while also seeing the opposite but she absolutely does not somehow.

I’m sorry, I was in a similar situation a while back and it’s not easy. swifties take parasocial relationships with celebrities way too far and taylor has openly encouraged it, which was REALLY irresponsible of her. there’s “treating fans like friends/family” when they come to events and then there’s stalking them on social media, inviting them into your home, sending the popular ones care packages after sniffing out their addresses, etc. swifties feel like they grew up with her and “know” her because they listened to her since they were kids. but I’ve been listening to mj and elvis since I was in diapers and I don’t feel like I know them at all. it’s the encouragement of the parasocial relationship that’s doing it and it’s incredibly toxic and unhealthy. obsessed isn’t even used remotely as a joke when talking about them.

#Asks #anonymoose #anti taylor swift #swifties dni

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4town4l · 2 years

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Aaron T headcannons!!

More of Aaron T cause i love him

He reads fanfics about himself for shits and giggles and gets so intrigued💀

T gasps placing his hand on his chest “scandalous!… what’d i do next”

kicking his feet in the air as he continues reading “i did WHAT.. damnn”

“that’s crazyyy”, “this is so accurate”, “nevermind”, “I WOULDNT DO THAT”

He posts on youtube, and his account dates back to when he was ten and was trying so hard to become a youtuber, there’s videos he’s too embarrassed to watch and delete up that the band teases him for

someone in the band about to quote 10 year old him but it’s happened so much he just knows “hey gu-“ “don’t you dare”

him constantly denying its existence when someone successfully brings it up “i did not say that you are lying.”

covers his ears and makes obnoxious noises when others in the band are talking about it “pfft what about Ts youtuber era-” “LALALALALA”

Curse words are just a part of his vocabulary he couldn’t stop if he wanted, they’re never used towards people just in sentences and jokes he makes, he knows better then to swear around jesses kids but curse words being part of his vocabulary means sometimes they just slip

jesses kids playing around the band as they’re all just sitting around in silence until “it’s britney bitch” followed by two little giggles (had to use that especially after the jesse and aaron being britney stan’s hc💀)

whatever the band was doing before this doesn’t matter anymore all the attention is turned to the two kids in the room as jesse turns ever so slowly trying to keep cool and aaron’s eyes are wider then everyone else’s it’s quiet until jesse speaks in the scariest calm tone “…hun, where’d you learn that from..?” “uncle aaron!” everyone turns to where aaron was but he’s no where to be found because he’s smarter then that, he’s already running for his life

He’s scared of any and every bug

A spider found a way into their tour bus and he screamed into the most high pitched scream he ever let out but none of the band members are surprised, this isn’t the first time a spider was found in their bus, that’s why aaron zs already by his side holding the spider by a leg in Ts face making him scream louder, and taes on his tippy toes trying to reach Zs level telling him to hand it over and not to hurt it, also why jesse and robaire are watching the whole thing go down sipping coffee like tired parents

Hate doesn’t bother him, if anything he bothers the haters more then they bother him

“why do these girls go crazy over this stupid boy band anyways” “i smell jealousy”

“i wanna try fighting that one t kid from 4town i know i could beat him” “try getting some bitches first” (though i like to think he wouldn’t call girls that he’s a respectful mommas boy ok just for the hc😭)

“notice how that one aaron gets the least amount of girls” “not true just ask ur baby sister in 9 months” kind of things💀

Blasts and sings boyfriend by big time rush to his bandmates

“im not looking for a boyfriend t” “FINE😡”

Calls jesse a dilf but switches up so quick when he pisses him off

“jesses not a dilf just a bitch with a baby😒”always back to calling him a dilf the next day

Has a real mugshot he got from doing something stupid that’s famous in the fandom💀

“guys stop sharing that>:(“

Hes the middle child of three, has an older brother and younger sister they both care deeply for and protect with their life:)

he always gives off fun goofy energy until someone messes with his sister he’s more intimidating then ever

Relationship/if he was crushing on you headcannons:)

is always cracking more jokes then usual when your around because he loves your laugh + blushes when you laugh at his jokes

he suggested you specifically, come up for a nickname for him because “it gets confusing with two aarons” but really just wanted a nickname from you:)

is the jealous but not possessive type he doesn’t care about you talking to guys, but if someone is flirting with you and it’s obvious he will make sure they know you two are together, walking by kissing your cheek, holding your hand, and just glaring at the person

always staring at you, not in a creepy way just admiring you cause you’re absolutely flawless in his eyes

with that, he has no shame when he gets caught by you he just grins and winks before looking away 😮‍💨

always playing with your hair and fingers when he’s bored

asks jesse and tae to draw little doodles of you on him + always says he’s gonna get it tattooed 😭

spams your phone with selfies and cute goofy pictures of himself

his lock screen is a live photo of you kissing his cheek, he watches it when he misses you and smiles:)

when you’re sad he tells more jokes trying to cheer you up it almost always works, other times he knows when you’re genuinely not in the mood for jokes he sits and talks calmly with you about your situation holding your hand letting you lean on him

acts more reckless when you’re around knowing he may get scolded by you, he just likes knowing you care enough wanting him to be safe

knows nothing about personal space with his band members, significant others are no exception for that, always has an arm around you or your waist, holding your hand, resting an arm on your head or shoulder

even more of a blabber mouth when it comes to you he could talk about you all day to anyone because he adores you

we know he’s the most active on twitter, after you guys got together his twitter basically became a fan account of you

loves when you play with his hair, when he’s tired and your in the room he’ll walk up to you without saying a word lay his head in your lap grab your hand bring it to his hair and close his eyes, it puts him to sleep immediately

puts his hat on your randomly just cause he loves to see you wearing his stuff + gladly offers you his whole closet for that reason

always singing love songs to you + plus humming quietly to help you sleep at night

if he’s dating you/crushing on you he has eyes for you and you only, he became completely oblivious and dense when people flirted with him cause you’re the only one he wanted and saw himself being with

that’s all probably just for now i’ll try making another for another one of the boys tomorrow:):)

#4town #4town turning red #4town headcanons #4town aaron t #turning red #pixar turning red #aaron t turning red #aaron t #4 town #4townie #4town x reader

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monsieurenjlolras · 2 years

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Hi everybody! Here's a very important fact about tourettes!

VERBAL TICS ARE ONLY ONE SPECIFIC KIND OF TIC, AND NOT EVERYONE WITH TOURETTES HAS THEM!

I've had tourettes since I was a toddler ( was probably born with it but that's when people started noticing.) Nearly all my tics are physical. When I have told people I have tourette, which isn't often because of the stigma and misunderstanding around it, a lot of people say stuff like "um but you dont yell swear words" and assume I'm lying.

Tourettes is chatactorised by involuntary repetative movements called tics (yes, spelled like that.) Verbal tics are portrayed the most in media because they are usually the most obvious, and because people are like "haha this character yells sexual things that's so funny," cause they're insensative asshole dumdums. (Side note: many people with tourettes do like to make jokes about their tics and think they are funny, but that is totally up to that person and they are not obligated to have a sense of humor about it, and is not permission for you to be an asshole.)

Verbal tics are not always "inapropriate." Sometimes they are repeating word many times after you say it. Sometimes it's a quote from a movie or song or video game. Sometimes it's just a random word or phrase.

Vocal tics are slightly different (this might not be the completely correct terminology but it's how me and my other TS friends have always talked about them.) They involve involuntary sounds, but not neccesarily words, like whooping, coughing, laughing, clicking, imitsting noises, etc.

Physical tics are extremely common. They can be pretty much anything. My most frequent ones are scrunching up my nose, blinking/winking rapidly, rolling my shoulder back in a cirxle and hitting my upper arm against my side on the way forward, full body shivers, and blurring my eyes. Other common ones are clicking ankles or knees together, shaking your head back and forth, and sometimes hitting yourself or objects.

These are all completely valid forms of tourettes!!!! And they are qll completely involuntary. That means that people with tourettes DO NOT HAVE CONTROL OVER THEM. This is not a situation of "well I know you have a mental illness but it's still your responsibility to try and get better and not do things that hurt other people," or "you wouldn't have said that offensive word if it wasn't something you already thought and had in your vocabulary." It is a literal motor disorder and there is no part of the person with tourettes that has made the conscious intentional decision to do these things.

All these types of tics can be very hard to live with, so if someone trusts you enough to tell you about their TS, don't be an asshole and accuse them of lying because you haven't done your research. Everyone can and should reblog.

#tourettes #tourette #nd #disability #education #live from the musain #ts #tourettes syndrome #tourette syndrome #tourette blogging

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phoebe-delia · 2 years

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RED TAYLOR'S VERSION IS OUT ARE YOU YOU AS PUMPED AS I AM

idk if these ones are TS songs but 👀 perhaps number 4? or number 14?

ily pheebs happy Red day ❤️❤️

@ronbinary Ellis, my love, it would be my pleasure!! And is it too late to wish you a Happy Red Day? I'm SO sorry this has taken so long I'm The Worst. It is MARCH and you sent this in NOVEMBER. I didn't even forget about the prompt, I just had no inspiration for it and then I got all intimidated by it because the song is so iconic and then I wrote it little by little and now here we are. And if you ever feel compelled to talk Taylor Swift—or anything else really—in my DMs again, please know it would make my day 💛.

I chose song 4 because it's my lucky number! So, thank you for the request, ily and I hope very much that you enjoy this fic based on "Out of the Woods" by Taylor Swift.

Enormous thank you to @lqtraintracks for being an amazing alpha for this fic, and allowing me to experience the fanfic equivalent of Julia Child offering to taste test my cooking.

Idk if I need to warn for this, but I figure I will just in case. CW: one really brief reference to homophobia, and not between H/D.

"Do you ever think about leaving?"

I freeze, the glass of wine suddenly slippery in my sweaty hand. "Leaving?"

Harry nods, lying on the living room floor, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if staring at the stars. "Yeah, just. Getting away from everything. Packing a bag and going."

I'm careful, for once in my life, setting the wine glass on the floor as I take my spot next to him, brushing our shoulders together. "As in...taking a spontaneous trip somewhere together? Or..." I swallow. "Not."

He finally turns to me, head tilted in a soft curiosity. "You're the reason I'm here," he murmurs. "You're the reason this is worth it. If I were to go anywhere else it would only be with you."

Relief, as an emotion, a physical sensation, is vastly underrated. It's the relaxing of a tight grip around your throat, it's cracking sore muscles in your back, it's putting on socks after a day of wearing tight shoes, it's the cold rush of ice water down your throat on a day when the world is melting from the heat. I close my eyes, letting the feeling roll through my body like wind over a field. I wonder if the imaginary breeze would take me, too.

His hand in mine is an anchor. "It won't be like this forever," he whispers. "Only as long as we choose. We can make out in the middle of Diagon Alley, or move to a Muggle town in rural Italy and become sheep farmers tomorrow if that's what you want."

I chuckle and watch his eyes crinkle in the corners with his smile. "Potter, do you honestly see me in a field?"

"Oh, come now," his eyes twinkle. "It might not be that ba-a-a-a-ad," he giggled.

I roll my eyes but don't bother to suppress my smile. "You're incorrigible."

"No, that's ewe," he throws his head back, wincing slightly when it thumps against the floor but still laughing. "Get it? 'Cause a 'ewe' is a female sheep and—"

"I got it, Potter."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite."

"Are ewe sure?"

"I swear to Merlin," I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I swear to Merlin I will never again use a homophone."

"Good, I don't like your father anyway."

"My wh—oh, a homopho—oh, honestly, it's not that funny!"

But I can't help but grin indulgently at him, my irritation fading at his open mirth toward his own joke. I rest my head on his shoulder as it shakes with laughter. I close my eyes and squeeze his hand. He brings my knuckles to his lips and presses a kiss there that feels like a promise.

***

I keep a polaroid folded in my wallet. The edges are worn and I’m still not used to an unmoving photo, but I can almost feel my lips pressed against his light stubble and his arm around my waist. I can almost feel the firewhiskey heavy in my blood, almost hear the symphony of our friends’ laughter in the background. I don’t dare look at it when I’m walking through Diagon, but knowing it’s there is a reminder of why we’re putting ourselves, our friends, and our family through this.

It’s easier when I use glamours; it was especially useful right after the trials because an acquittal in the courtroom isn’t redemption in the public eye. But I’m done hiding. If I’m good enough for him to fall in love with, even knowing me in my darkest moments, I must be good enough for everyone else to forgive.

But they don’t know that. I’m not hiding myself, but we’re hiding us, and it aches to be constantly looking over my shoulder for—something. Danger, maybe, Or for a sign that it’s safe, now, to let our love seep from our flat and fill the world with color.

***

At the time, it seemed so sudden, but the quickest moments move like molasses in my memories.

Now, I can remember the exact second that our carefully-divided worlds merged together, intersecting the universes we'd worked so hard to make parallel. The photographer hiding in the bushes snapped a photo of us, our faces bright and blushing, love hidden in plain sight. The man captured us with a click and a flash, a glimmer of color against a monochrome world.

I remember the bright bulb in my eyes, Harry's features screwed up in fury, the photographer shaken and terrified. I remember the image in the paper the next day and how he looked at me, both in the picture and now, standing next to me in the kitchen.

He clears his throat, lips twisted in a sheepish smile. "So. Italy?"

I huff a laugh, shaking my head. I close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I think we're past that, now."

"Yeah," he says ruefully. "I just wish it had been on our terms—our choice."

I nod. "Me too. But it's still our decision, right? To be together? It's a photo in the paper. Whether the rest of the world knows what our choice is doesn't change it."

"Yeah?" He grins.

"Yeah. Now, c'mon, let's go to Diagon Alley."

His eyebrows furrow. "Why?"

I smirk, sharp and heavy with promise. "So we can make out."

***

Later, I clip the photo from the Prophet and have it framed for display on my desk. The polaroid, though, stays in my wallet. I look at it when I need a reprieve from gloomy, gray-skied days, reminding me of love, in all its brightest colors.

I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Check my masterlist to see what's been done, then pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

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collecting-stories · 3 years

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Cruel Summer - JJ Maybank

Request: hey!! could i request a fic where reader is a pogue and reader and jj have recently started a fwb relationship but they both start to fall for each other with out telling the other.  finally reader tells jj she can’t do it anymore and then a love confession please!! thank you i love your writing so much :)))

TS Anthology Series | Outer Banks Masterlist

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The first time you slept with JJ was a party at the boneyard. It was technically in the back of the Twinkie while everyone else was down the beach, three sheets to the wind. You were drunk enough to think sleeping with your best friend was a good idea but sober enough to remember the experience the next day. 

While the initial shock of knowing that you’d had sex with your best friend, possibly altering the course of your friendship in the process, wasn’t easy, it was a welcomed relief that there were no messy feelings involved. There was no denying that JJ was attractive, you were a human with a pulse after all, but you weren’t secretly harboring a massive crush on him that had led to sex. It was just a matter of timing. You were both there, both in the mood, it just sort of made sense…in a weird way that you didn’t think too hard about. 

JJ was much more laid back than you were about the entire ordeal, even if neither of you were interested in each other. “Last night was fun, we should do it again.” 

And that was how it started, really. JJ’s suggestion, observation, whatever you called it in the moment, that you keep doing the thing you had done last night. Just as friends, just for fun. You were laidback and chill, or maybe you wanted to prove you were, so you agreed. It wasn’t like you were dating at the time. It wasn’t like you wanted to either. 

Everything always felt relaxed with JJ. Whether it was because he manufactured every single moment that way or because he was just organically that laidback on a regular basis, having sex with him just to have sex felt as bizarrely normal as meeting up for a surf or lunch. 

“I can’t believe you guys are sleeping together.” While most of the pogues knew and pretended they didn’t, Sarah was unable to shake the idea. She was the least inclined for casual sex and seemed determined to prove that it was impossible. At least, between the two of you. 

“Why?” You shrugged, sucking the last remnants of your slurpee from the bottom of your cup. The two of you had met up at the corner 7-11 and were making your way slowly down the beach to meet everyone else. “I get to have sex and it’s with someone I’m comfortable with who I trust totally…that’s not weird.” 

“So there are no feelings? At all?” She asked. 

“Well yeah, he’s my best friend and I love him but not like that…I’m not in love with him.” 

The adjunct onto the end of the sentence felt clunky and awkward. When Kiara had first found out, she’d asked if you guys were dating and JJ had answered, laughing, that “you know I’d never do that to you”. It was an ongoing joke amongst the pogues, simply because everyone else had always been convinced there was something there. Despite knowing there was nothing, you couldn’t help the twist in your stomach though you chalked it up to being caught on the couch in the porch at the Chateau. 

Now you had that feeling again and it wasn’t the slurpee or the heat. 

“What if he starts dating someone else?” She kept the probe going as you crossed over some vacationing families and spotted the other pogues already set up. 

“Well, we’re not dating so it doesn’t matter.” 

Your conversation with Sarah ended then but her words didn’t leave you, like an alarm that kept going off inside your head, just when you started to ease yourself into the afternoon JJ would do something that would set off the echo and you’d feel yourself pulling back. You’d always been affectionate with each other and maybe sleeping together, being so intimate, allowed for more affection to spill over into regular hang-outs. It wasn’t something you usually worried about but suddenly it felt like the only thing you could concentrate on. 

Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe you hadn’t liked him in the beginning but over the course of things, opening yourself up to someone you trusted and felt so comfortable with had turned into something more than friendship and you were just lagging behind, refusing to see it. You weren’t the only one in the relationship though and as soon as you had settled your own feelings you began to fret over JJ’s. Had he reached the same conclusion as you? Did he feel the same way and he just wasn’t telling you? 

He’d always been pretty upfront with his feelings. JJ was the one who wanted to keep this going in the first place, not at all shy in the proposition. Knowing that, you doubted he felt anything…he would’ve told you if did. And he hadn’t, so he didn’t. 

“Hey,” the cold glass of a beer bottled was pressed against your bare shoulder blade and you arched forward suddenly, trying and failing to get away from the sensation as droplets of water rolled down your skin. When you reached for the bottle it was removed, held above your head and you realized it was JJ behind you, grinning as a droplet of perspiration fell from the bottom ring and landed on your cheek. 

“Oh my god, JJ, that’s freezing cold.” You grumbled, “what the hell?” 

“What the hell is right,” he replied, though there wasn’t any edge to his voice, he was perfectly relaxed, “what’s up with you?”

“Nothing, why?”

“Cause you’ve been sitting over here all day.” Calling the last three hours all day was a gross overstatement of time but you knew what he meant. 

“What’s the problem with that?” You were being evasive. 

“You usually sit next to me.” He pouted. “Is something wrong?” 

You bit your bottom lip, dragging your teeth over your skin until you released it before attempting what you knew was an awkward smile. You had already pre-decided JJ’s feelings for him and were avoiding him to avoid  the conversation you were bound to have when he found out you had feelings for him. JJ had been pretty clear in the beginning, he just wanted something casual, where he didn’t need to live up to anyone’s expectation. 

“No,” you shook your head, looking down toward the shoreline where your other friends were jumping waves. You’d been so lost in your head you hadn’t even noticed they left and now you were trying to tell JJ that you were fine. 

“Are you sure?” He pushed, an obvious sign that he was sure you were lying to him. 

“I don’t think we should sleep together anymore.” You got the words out as quickly as possible, letting out a quiet huff after, avoiding JJ’s eyes. “It’s just…awkward and weird now and I didn’t think it would be but it is.” 

“Oh,” JJ slipped his hat off, bending the bill in his fist as he tried to process your words, a last ditch effort to save face, “well I’ve never had anyone describe me as awkward during sex-“

“JJ,” you laughed in spite of yourself, nudging him with your elbow, “I just...” pogues never lied to each other, they were always honest, it was like the holy grail of rules amongst your friend group. “We agreed when we started this that it was no strings attached, ya know? Just two friends hooking up.”

“Yeah, so?”

You shrugged your shoulder, leaning into it as if you could burrow your head back into yourself somehow, “so...that’s not me anymore. I don’t feel like I wanna be just friends hooking up anymore. In the beginning, it was easy...but. But I really like you, like a lot. And I don’t wanna just be your friend, waiting for you to cut this off for someone else.”

There was a beat between you, when both of you were just staring straight ahead at your friends playing out by the waves. This wasn’t the light-hearted conversation that JJ had walked over here for. This felt heavy, it felt like it could change everything between the two of you, if sleeping together hadn’t already done that.

“Maybe I want that too.” JJ finally said, adding, “No, not maybe...I do want that too.”

“What? Are you serious?” You hated sounding so surprised when you were always so sure you knew JJ better than anyone.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of this as a friends with benefits thing...I’ll be honest, I’m not really sure I ever did.” JJ replied, “good to know my undeniable charm worked on you.”

“Your undeniable charm?” You laughed, turning away from the ocean to look at him.

“How is that so hard to believe?” JJ hooked his arm around your shoulders, bringing himself a little closer to you so he could lean in, pressing his forehead to yours, “we could get outta here and celebrate?”

“Do people celebrate dating?” You asked, setting your mouth in a line and narrowing your eyes as if you were truly contemplating the question.

“What are you celebrating?” Kiara’s voice sounded and JJ broke away in surprise, cursing at her under his breath. “Are you guys ditching us to have sex? Again.”

“No-”

“Yes-”

You and JJ answered respectively and you elbowed JJ again, “we aren’t leaving. We’re coming down to join you...oh, did you know JJ has undeniable charm?”

Kiara looked him up and down skeptically, “this JJ?”

“You guys are dicks!” He huffed, getting up off the towel and following you down toward the ocean. He grabbed your hand when he got close enough and you paused for a second so the two of you could walk side by side.

“You know my parents are visiting my grandma on the mainland tonight,” you mentioned, “we’ll have plenty of time to ‘celebrate’ then.”

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dirtyoatmeall · 3 years

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Saying I love you (Various x reader)

A/N: here are some cute little drabbles of some of the boys saying I love you. It was originally gonna be I love you for the first time but I started imaging domestic softness and couldn't help myself. If there's anyone else you want to see let me know!

Pairings: Bokuto, Kuroo, Tendo, Osamu, Sakusa, Tsukishima, Ukai, Iwaizumi x reader (separate) established relationships, gn!reader

Warnings: None :)

Bokuto

You were walking home together after practice like every day, swinging your joined hands as you chattered about the day while Bokuto listened intently, giving feedback when needed. You were telling him a stupid joke and when you looked at him, lips lifting into a smirk, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out,

“I love you.”

He stopped as soon as the words tumbled from his lips, he had no idea what overcame him, this isn’t how he wanted to tell you, what if you thought it was too soon? What if you didn’t want to say it back?

Your eyes had widened momentarily, playful smirk melting into a loving smile. You squeezed his hand, returning his attention to you. You stepped closer, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before tugging him along again.

“I love you too Kou.”

Tendo

It was your weekly date night, electing to stay in and escape the cold. You were lying in bed, on your back while Tendo was in between your legs, head resting on your stomach, reading the new Shonen Jump as you ran your hands through his hair absentmindedly, scrolling through TikTok on your phone. The two of you were silent, occasionally you’d show him a funny video, or he’d tell you his theories on the manga he was reading.

You sat up and scooched back slightly, resting more against the headboard and Tendo slid down to rest between your thighs. He looked up at you and you smiled, groaning softly as you stretched your arms above you.

“I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes opened and you looked down mid-yawn at the red head, surprised. He wiggled his eyebrows in response, and you laughed, letting your arms drop, weaving your fingers back into his hair and tugging lightly as you leaned down to kiss him softly, pulling back slightly, goofy grin replacing your surprise.

“I’m in love with you too dork.”

Kuroo

Graduation ceremony had just finished. You were both still in your cap and gown, taking pictures with your families. He watched you fondly as you talked with his mom and sister, making him take a picture of the three of you, bright grins evident. He pulled you to the side after, kissing you gently, he was so happy you got along with his family, hopefully they’d be your family soon enough.

“I love you (Y/N).”

You smiled wide, eyes becoming a little glossy, and you hugged him tight, exhaling shakily. You pulled back just enough to look up at him, expression full of adoration, mirroring his.

“I love you too Tetsuro.”

You laughed when you heard coos from behind you, your families no doubt already taking pictures of the intimate moment.

Osamu

You finished closing the restaurant after a busy Saturday, Osamu was leaning against the counter, watching you as you took inventory, planning on placing a supply order tomorrow. He watched as you scanned the rows, chewing your bottom lip in concentration. Your brow furrowed, pencil tapping your chin as you contemplated something. When you decided on an answer you nodded once to yourself, small smile playing on your lips.

You turned to continue onto the next section, glancing at him for a movement before looking at him fully when you catch him staring. You rose an eyebrow, one hand on your hip. “What’cha thinkin’ ‘bout ‘Samu?”

He hummed before pushing away from the counter, waltzing toward you. “Oh nothin’, just thinkin’ ‘bout how much I love ya.” You hummed in response, watching bemused as he approached, snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Yeah? Enough to finish inventory?” He seemed to think for a moment, “Hmm, I don’ know ‘bout that…” You laughed and playfully shoved him, though it did little to move him. You lightly tapped the clipboard on his head,

“Well lucky for you, I love you enough.”

He pinched your bottom, chuckling when you yelped, moving to wrap his arms around you again, this time pulling your back to his chest as he read over your shoulder.

Sakusa

You were making dinner when he came home from practice, sizzling of the pan audible from the doorway. He called out a greeting, you turned down the music before you popped your head out of the kitchen. “Hey babe! It’ll be a little bit before I’m done, why don’t you go ahead and shower? Dinner should be done by the time you’re out.” Kiyoomi smiled and nodded, heading towards your shared bedroom.

He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, hair still slightly damp, as he watched you cook. You were in your own little world, humming along to the music, hips swaying slightly as you stirred the contents of the pot in front of you. You caught sight of him when you turned to grab seasoning, jumping slightly in surprise before smiling,

“Gosh you scared me Kiyo! One sec, lemme me wash my hands.” You moved the pot off the heat, moving to the sink to wash up as Kiyoomi walked towards you. You finished drying your hands by the time he reached you, his hands finding their place on your hips. You mumbled a greeting again before reaching up to kiss him softly, fingertips resting on the side of his jaw for balance. He pulled back and kissed your forehead before smiling softly.

“I love you.”

You smiled brightly, “I love you too! C’mon lets dish up, I’m pretty sure I didn’t burn the meat this time.” Kiyoomi snorted, grabbing plates down for the two of you.

Tsukishima

The sunlight filtering in through the blinds slowly stirred you awake. You groaned, rubbing your face before stretching, yawn escaping your lips. You glanced at the clock on your nightstand, stiffening when you saw the time.

“ ‘ts Sunday, go back t’ sleep.” Kei yawned next to you, tugging you back into his chest, nuzzling into your hair. You relaxed, turning in his hold, rolling your eyes at his groan of protest. Droopy eyes and a pout greeted you when you turned to face him, you smiled and kissed his pout, snuggling into his chest. He huffed and resumed his position, arms tightening around your waist as your legs tangled together. He mumbled into your hair,

“ ‘m love you” you laughed softly, rubbing his back, Kei was always more needy in the morning. “I love you too baby.” He pinched your hip, and you laughed louder when he rolled the two of you to face to the other way, now facing away from the window. He grumbled and pulled the covers up more,

“If you really love me, you’ll stop bein' loud and g' back t’ sleep.” You muffled your giggle in his chest, kissing his shoulder in apology before shifting slightly to get more comfortable, letting his heartbeat lull you back to sleep.

Ukai

You settled into the chair behind the counter, sipping your coffee as you flipped through a magazine. You heard cursing and loud footsteps stumbling down the stairs leading to your apartment and you smiled into your mug. Your eyes flickered up to your husband, taking in his disheveled appearance and pout before turning back to your magazine. You raised your head when you heard him come up behind you.

Longs fingers pinched your cheek before grasping your chin to tilt your head back. You smirked at the grumpy frown on his face as he leaned down to kiss you in greeting. He pulled away grumbling. “Damned woman, lucky I love you, always letting me sleep late.” You hummed in agreement and held up his lighter, which he swiped before kissing your forehead, tugging a lock of your hair and stealing a swig of your coffee before he left.

“Love you!” You called after him, laughing loudly as he flipped you off as he walked out of the store.

Iwaizumi

You waved when the screen loaded, your boyfriend’s sleepy form on the other side of the screen, on the other side of the world. “Hey baby, it’s pretty late, you going to bed?” Iwaizumi nodded, rubbing his eyes. “Wanted t’ talk though.” You smiled softly. Even though there was a 16 hour time difference between the two of you, Iwaizumi never failed to skype you at least once a day, talking about your days or planning for when he’d come home next. Usually you’d talk when he woke up, which was right before you went to bed, but he had an early practice and wanted to move it later.

He was in bed already, and he listened as you talked about your day, humming every so often in response. Though after a few minutes of nothing from the other end, you looked up from your book and smiled warmly. Light from his bedside lamp illuminated his sleeping face, and you could hear the quiet snores escaping his lips. He must’ve been pretty tired. You said his name gently a few times, a little louder to try and wake him. He blinked blearily, furrowing his eyebrows. “Hey, you should go to bed.” He made a noise of protest, shaking his head slightly. “ ‘m awake, keep telling me ‘bout your day.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his stubbornness. “Haiji, you literally were asleep a few minutes ago. As much as I’d love to watch you sleep, I bet your phone isn’t plugged in, and you should turn off your lamp.” He grumbled but complied, the phone shaking slightly as he fumbled to plug it in, before unplugging the lamp.

“Ok, ‘m gonna go t’ bed. I miss you baby. I’ll call in the mornin’. Love you.” You blinked away the tears forming in your eyes and nodded. “Alright, I’ll talk to you in a few hours, sleep well, I miss you too, love you so much Haji.” You ended the call, taking a deep breath, exhaling shakily. It was hard, living thousands of miles from your boyfriend, but it was worth it, he was worth any distance. You set an alarm for later tonight, grabbing an energy drink from the fridge to return to your studies.

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idk if this opinion is popular or not but I think TS will never come out and never explicitly talk about her sexuality despite dropping an abundance of hints over the years

Under the cut cause I rambled (again)

You’re gonna get me in so much discourse but I’m really really not the person to go to when it comes to speculation about celebrities sexualities. For Taylor, she’s explicitly said she’s an ally multiple times, has been in multiple long term relationships with men, she’s asked the media (and by extension the world) to stop speculating that she’s dating her friends and for me that includes her female friends. I don’t see the need and desire for Taylor to be lgbt. I’m a gay woman myself and yes, representation is amazing, it matters, but there are already so many other amazing gay / lgbt women in the world so I don’t see the need to have Taylor be lgbt, when she has made it blatantly clear that she is not.

Obviously, I’m not saying she can’t be bi or pan or anything else. Obviously, I’m not saying that lgbt people can’t find lgbt references in her lyrics, I’ve found comfort in some of her songs that I can relate to in terms of lgbt-ness. That doesn’t mean I think she’s secretly gay or secretly bi. That being said, art in itself is supposed to be interpreted in many different ways. That’s what art is supposed to do. Reach people, touch people, comfort people. That doesn’t mean it automatically means that the artist is lgbt themselves, though.

I just find it exceptionally creepy and such an invasion of her privacy to even speculate. I know I have done it myself in the past, but now that I’m no longer a teenager and a young adult I just think it crosses so many boundaries. Not only has she herself asked the world to stop speculating if she’s dating her (male friends), not only has she explicitly stated that she is an ally, but to be lgbt+ in a hetero dominated world is so fucking scary and nerve wracking. Do you know how to feels to be outed? It’s horrifying and you feel like the entire world is caving in around you.

I just really hate speculation that she’s anything other than what she states because while yes she is a 32 year old white woman millionaire it literally puts her in danger because, as you know, being lgbt in a hetero dominated world could get you stalked, harassed and killed. Lil Nas x stated that he had to hire body guards and security after he was outed because people were threatening to harm him. It’s just so not a joke and not something to play with mindlessly online. I don’t understand the need to have Taylor Swift be lgbt when she’s stated she’s not. She might be lying, but who are we to decide if she is or not? Who are we to decide when she should ‘come out’. Maybe I’ve got too much of a parasocial relationship, but I just think it’s such a line to cross like if I were bi or pan and hadn’t come out yet for one reason or another and thousands of people online were just saying I am when I didn’t feel comfortable coming out yet, I have no idea how I would feel. I don’t see ‘hints’ that she’s lgbt, and if there are then I’ll support her if she ‘comes out’.

I keep repeating myself but I just really feel icky about speculating and people saying she’s secretly gay it’s just so mind boggling to me why some people are so hellbent on her being lgbt. It’s why I can’t stand swiftie tik tok, it’s full of all these videos about how she’s secretly gay and it’s just so weird and gross to me I don’t get it. Mayne it’s my own experience with being outed coming through, I don’t know, I just don’t understand the burning obsession with having her be lgbt.

With that being said, and I have to clarify otherwise every person who sees this will be like ‘omg she hates people who speculate’ because people jump to the most dramatic conclusion online. I follow swifties who think she’s lgbt, I am friends with people who think she’s lgbt, it’s just not for me. That’s my stance, that’s my take, I’ve been outed before and it is more horrifying than you could imagine. So, I would just rather respect her own words that she’s an ally and respect that boundary she’s set than disrespect it and out her online or put her in danger. That’s not even just for Taylor, that’s how I view speculating celebrities sexualities / gender identity as a whole. I strongly dislike speculating and vocalizing anything other than what the person themselves has said because if they are lgbt in some way, they clearly don’t feel comfortable / safe / ready for the world to know, and who am I to disagree or out them? You clearly have your own opinion and that’s fine! You’re allowed to have your own opinion just like I’m allowed to have mine. There are no hard feelings and I hope you have a good day!

send me controversial or unpopular opinions and I’ll tell you if I agree or disagree 🐸 ☕️

#taylor swift #anonymous #leah has mail #Leah rambles #for people who have it blacklisted lmao #i really rambled oops #long post

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this country ( 2017 - 2020 ) sentence starters ↪ taken from the bbc mockumentary. trigger warning for mentions of religion, death, sex. alter as you see fit ♡

“i like the underdog.”

“don't be a fucking dick.”

“everyone comes together on days like today and just forgets their utter hatred of each other.”

“everyone who's anyone's going to be there and there are people from my past that would love to see me slain.”

“there's a tea rooms there and under the counter they've got a panic button and if i take one step inside, they can press that. the police will be there in three minutes.”

"he whatsapped me the other day asking us to go laser quest with him and i ... well, i clicked on it by accident, didn't i? so he knows i've seen it."

"i mean, i get it, but it's not making me feel nothing."

“it's baffling. i'm baffled by the entire situation, if i'm honest.”

“what the actual fuck? what the actual fuck? you have fucking lost your head, mate. you have lost your fucking head.”

“when i get hold of you, i swear to god i will fucking deck you.”

"someone's just been throwing plums at my house. i'm going to kill them. i can't believe it. i can't believe it. all over this. plumming on here, plumming on that. plum on the sofa, look! there's nothing left that hasn't been plummed."

“i've had a target on my back since the day i was born.”

“thank you very much, enjoy your free potatoes.”

“do you know how small your brain is?”

“hogwarts is that way, dumbledore.”

“he used to say i looked like the puppet off the dolmio advert.”

“there's a kid crying over there. do you want me to...? i can tell him to shut the fuck up if you want?”

“he genuinely looked like a moomin.”

“on my first day of karate club, karate master goes to me, [name], i don't know why you're here because i can't teach you anything. if anything, you should be teaching me." and just gave me his black belt.”

“you know that little old blind man? yeah, when i was punching him in his face, the lens from his glasses broke and cut my knuckle.”

“some things are just best left in the past, where they belong.”

“what's the point in knocking if you're just going to walk in anyway?”

“it was a miscarriage of justice though, cos what people forget is 12 out of them 20 hostages actually found it funny.”

“i lied so much i still don't know what's real life and what's plain lies.”

“i'm so glad you're out of that lying phase.”

“he likes to be the only person on the road, so whenever he sees a car coming the other way he just pulls over.”

“nasa went through hundreds of them in the '60s. and now every time i see a really bright star in the sky i can't wish on it, cos in my head i'm thinking, ‘that's probably just a spacecraft with some monkey bones in it.’”

“you absolute traitor. that's my cheese - it's my fucking house!”

“don't you dare eat that cheese. you eat that and i will smash this. i promise you, i will smash you with this.”

“fuck! you switched them!”

“yeah, i can see it's fucking burnt, sherlock.”

“i honestly am ashamed to know him, sometimes.”

“if you knock on someone's door, don't take no for an answer. get into their house. if they say, ‘leave my house’, stay. and if they say, ‘i'm going to call the police’, you walk upstairs and see if there's anybody else upstairs to sell to.”

“she looks like uncle fester.”

“right. i'm going to piss in their flowers, then.”

“you really need to go home. your mum's called the police and everything.”

“you're also fired from being my best mate, by the way.”

“in business, there will always be setbacks. i don't drink my own juice, fray bentos doesn't eat his own pies. but that's business.”

“do you know what, i don't actually want to play this any more, because it is actually very, very boring.”

“i'm ashamed of myself, that's not usually me, so don't get the wrong impression.”

“i genuinely think one of them fancies me as well.”

“it's fate her moving across the street.”

“the problem with finding a girlfriend in the village is that most of the girls you meet round here are old-age pensioners.”

“yeah, i am looking for a relationship, but thing is i've just got so many trust issues, yeah, with being fucked over massive in the past, so no matter how much i get close to someone now i'm thinking in the back of my head, ‘shit, am i going to get fucked over?’ because i've been fucked over in the past massively. my last relationship proper fucked me up.”

“i went through a really dark phase. listening to papa roach and just blowing everything up with them little french bangers.”

“shut up, you don't know what you're talking about!”

“i don't like the man. i know he's my uncle, but i don't like him.”

“it's just malicious lies, that's all it is.”

“i'm not saying i've got a cruel heart, but if she ain't willing to take me as i am rather than the monster i've become, then she can literally just jog on back to sea with all the other fish cos i don't care.”

“what do you look for in a boyfriend?”

“the key to dating, yeah, is the two rs and the three ts. 'respect, rapport, and talking, talking, talking.' don't ever let that ball hit the ground. good relationships are built on great conversation.”

“on a date, you've got to tell them all the interesting stuff about you, because that's what they'll be interested in.”

“he said to me, he goes, ‘you can't smoke on here.’ i said, ‘i'm not smoking, i'm vaping.’ the look on his face when i said that. i don't think he knew what vaping… what a vape is.”

“you would make me the happiest mouse if you say yes and become my spouse.”

“here's a tip, [name], next time you take a chick out on a date, don't bore her to tears.”

“roses are red, violets are blue, i've got five fingers, the third one's for you.”

“get out of my way, pipe cleaner.”

“[name] phoned me the other day at three in the morning saying, ‘come quick,

there's a hedgehog in the garden that looks exactly like grandad.’ so i got up, i got dressed and i ran over to [name]'s as fast as i could and then i just stopped in the middle of the street at three in the morning and thought, ‘what the fuck am i doing with my life?’

“you're joking me? because if you are joking me, that is massively harsh.”

“oh, let me get a song up on youtube. you're going to absolutely love this, [name]. here we go… listen to this. oh, for fuck's sake, advert.”

“let's go down the pub and get shitfaced.”

“where do i see myself in five years? well, me and [name] will have a flat in the middle of the village and all of our furniture will be inflatable and we'll have cable and it will pay for itself, because we're going to use the spare room to breed quails, because their eggs are worth fucking shitloads.”

“is this about the calippo, still? because you offered to buy me that.”

“if he wants to go, good luck to him, i say. i reckon he thinks that i can't live without him, which is a laugh, because he went a whole weekend away once and i got on all right. i just ended up following this cat around the village.”

“i've got to do what's right for me, at the end of the day, instead of worrying about other people.”

“how about you say sorry? sorry for the massive knife that's hanging out the back of my back because of you.”

“oh, and while you're stabbing me in the back, feel free to bend down and kiss my arse.”

“can i just ask you an honest question? why would you want to leave the village when we've got a pub and a shop?”

“i think you don't know how lucky we have it to be doing nothing with our lives, like. we're all going to die, anyway, so what's the point in doing anything?”

“i want ownership of the words fucknut and dickmilk.”

“i had this come through the post. and i've got a few concerns about it. firstly, this guy on the front looks really arrogant. not the sort of guy i was expecting, if i'm honest.”

“this is starting to stress me out a little bit.”

“why are you trying to stress me out? you know i'm already stressed out as it is.”

“the bloke that used to live in there, right, kept hearing strange noises coming out of his attic at night. and he'd go to the fridge and find that food was missing from the fridge. so he thought, ‘i'm just going to go up to the attic and check this out.’ and he found an entire family of peruvian panpipe buskers just living up there. and he thought ‘i'm just going to leave them to it, ‘cos they're not really doing me any harm.’ and then, a few years later, he thought, "well, i'll just go up to the attic to check on them. ‘see if they're all right.’ and it turned out they'd all died of asbestos poisoning. yeah, he doesn't live here any more.”

“some people will always be scared of me, and i can't change that, no matter how nice i am. but there's a balance to be had between being nice and being feared.”

“don't really like catching up. it's not my thing.”

“i just watched this video of this girl doing a random act of kindness on youtube. she basically paid for this old man's shopping at the till. and this old man was, like, about 90 years old. and he's so fucking old, like, you could see through his skin. and he just starts bawling his eyes out. he's like, ‘you're fucking joking me, this ain't fucking real life.’ i just thought... i want to make someone feel like that. ‘cos that's... i really… that's what i want to do.”

“i'm not dead. just can't be arsed to text her sometimes.”

“you know, correct me if i'm wrong, but four texts a day is complete madness. no-one can keep up with that.”

“i am doing kind things selfishly.”

“i was at midnight mass one year, right, someone got tipped off i was there. as i was coming out the church, someone tries to shoot me with a crossbow.”

“well, i haven't seen the film, have i? that's why i came here - to watch the fucking film - like a normal human being.”

“i've made an effort by coming here tonight. i didn't want to come.”

“i had to wheel him here from his house in an asda trolley, cos he was just too heartbroken to move.”

“sometimes you don't know what you got until you ain't got it any more. like blockbuster's. i just took 'em for granted - and then, one day, gone, and you spend ages trying to figure out what went wrong, and then you realise it was your fault all along.”

“i thought you said you wanted to fix things.”

“she wanted it to go that way, and it just wasn't gonna go that way. she even got me thinking that they'd get back together… ..but that's manipula.... manipulative people... do that. and he's better off without her.”

“that wasn't much to write home about.”

“it's fucking dead, isn't it?”

“basically, somebody's been sending me threatening letters, and i don't know who's doing it - and i am concerned, because my peripheral vision is poor, so, if somebody attacks me from the sides or snipes at me from an upstairs window, i am fucked - but my hearing is excellent, see? so i just need to spend a few days inside honing my sonar, and i'll be fine then.”

“if you don't like the work, the circus is in town and they're always looking for clowns.”

“his soul is just going to crumble to dust.”

“this really is not a good situation for me. a physical threat is something that i can deal with, but a sexual thing is not my area of expertise.”

“just really fucked in the head, mate.”

“what have i done? i haven't done anything wrong.”

“do you know how sad that is? that is so, actually, sad. that makes me sad for you, that you can't take a joke.”

“i think i just got a bit carried away with the whole thing.”

“your finger's going up my arsehole, mate.”

“i'll hold the back of your head, so you don't bash yourself.”

“when i lie in future, i don't want a massive lecture on how bad lying is, cos deep down, you're the worst of us all, mate.”

“i'd quite like a coke.”

“it's going to be like gluing a breadstick back together, because… like, as if a breadstick's been in a blender and it's all… ...the pieces smashed up.”

“like, this one time i started a fight club in the village hall, and i got a black eye from beating myself up. but it made my enemies think, ‘fuck, if she can do that to herself, what the fuck can she do to me?’”

“i'm absolutely 1,000% sure i've broken it in two places.”

“i knew this day would come.”

“i should be in tk maxx, getting the bargains that i deserve.”

“unlike you, [name], i'm not a fashion disaster.”

“i'm still warm in my grave, and she's sucking off the pallbearer.”

“you know, it took me ten years to get over [name], and i only went out with her for half a day.”

“i swear to god, if i see him here again, i swear to god, i will have no hesitation in just going up to him and just planting one on his face.”

“right, then keep your nose out of my business, yeah? nosy old cock-womble.”

“[name]’s attitude to me is puzzling. if i walk past her in the street

and say hi, she'll tell me to fuck off. yet every year, she sends me a really sweet, nice christmas card. you know, there's just no consistency there.”

“he's good-looking up close, isn't he?”

“don't show me any weakness, because i will take advantage.”

“no, put the brick down, you fucking psychopath.”

“when i asked him, he just said, ‘come to my office now,’ which means we're in the fucking shit, cos we're always in fucking shit.”

“i shouldn't be paying you at all.”

“i've always had a son. i talk about him all the time.”

“he's my son. he's not my dog.”

“it reminds me of the wicker man. i don't really know why.”

“i just find it weird how you can be so close to someone and they can be such a big part of your life, and then the next minute, you're just sort of strangers in the night.”

“i don't want the emotional implications.”

“well, about five years ago, i sold my birthday to my mum for about 200 quid, which means my mum's legally entitled now to never celebrate my birthday ever again for the rest of my life. not even, like, a happy birthday cup of tea, or a moonpig card, nothing - which is the worst decision i ever made in my entire life.”

“he deserves that anyway, because he's been sexting my nan, so…”

“what's this surprise? cos i need to know whether it's going to be worth this walk.”

“i always see them banners above the motorway, and i always thought, ‘who the fuck does them?’ well, now i know. people like me.”

“did you know you can't get stung by a stinging nettle if you grab the leaf top and bottom, like that? it's only when you touch it on the sides, it stings. agh, actually, that stung, then.”

“pez dispenser, they're cursed. they are, i'm not even joking. honestly, when i had one of them, i had the worst bout of bad luck i ever had in my life.”

“i swear down, it's a short cut. it might be a pleasant walk, we might enjoy it.”

“i'm not scared of the fox twins. i'd just like to sit them down and ask 'em plainly, ‘look, guys, what is going on? ‘cos this has just gotten completely out of hand now. you know, stop walking on your knuckles, stand up straight, be the best version of you that you can be. get a job, even. there's a trolley boy who works at tesco's, you know, who may as well have been raised by wolves. if he can get a job, you guys can walk it.’”

“yes, there has been talk of strange goings-on in the woods, ghost sightings and the like. but… ...they're never from particularly reliable sources.”

“i live with a ghost. there's a ghost in that house. he's like a civil war cavalier, with all the hair and the hat and all that. and every time i walk into the living room, he doffs his cap. and on his shoulder, he's got this crow that barks at me. it means i spend less time in the house, really. not because of him, because he's-he's quite peaceable. but the crow is malevolent. and i'm not having that. i can't share my house with a malevolent bird.”

“that's haunted as fuck.”

“am i going mad here, or does that, to you, look like that's where just ghost will hang out all the time?”

“look at him, little red riding twat.”

“if he's got an attitude with me, i swear to god, i'll just grab the steering wheel and drive us all into a wall.”

“it's a bit annoying, actually. cos this is not the first or the second time i've had to tell you, really, is it?”

“his sparkle has just gone.”

“you know my dad actually wrote the song wonderwall on the back of a beer mat in the space of ten minutes, don't you?”

“i've just got a tiny, tiny, tiny little favour to ask you.”

“when i think of [name], i think of someone who is very loyal. and very, very stupid. sort of more stupid than loyal. sort of 70% stupid, 30% loyal, probably. because she's very loyal. but extremely stupid.”

“do you know what? i actually don't think he loves you at all and i don't think he's ever loved you.”

“all right, that's harsh and unnecessary, but fine.”

“frankly, she is behaving like the antichrist.”

“i literally just got here.”

“you are such an unemotional slab of ham, [name].”

“i've got so much shit on that man you would not believe.”

“there's something in my eye.”

“i just can't quit him, you know?”

“yeah, we might have a fiery relationship, but when we're together, it's just… it's just pure chemistry, isn't it?”

“i'm not proud of it, believe me. but at the end of the day, i'm a very vindictive person, you know? it is what makes me me.”

“i basically went out and bought an alpaca off gumtree for £500. of all the mistakes i've made in my life, that was possibly the largest. definitely the physically largest.”

“yeah, i really don't wanna talk about that.”

“her only loyalty is to herself, staffies, and the tv channel dave… ...which, in my opinion, is a tv channel made by knuckle-draggers for knuckle-draggers.”

“i can't move on till i've seeked revenge, unfortunately.”

“if that was in france, that would be fine, but we're not in france.”

“the only thing we had in common, really, was stealing, and that was more my thing that i got him onto. but it just goes to show, you know, some friendships last and some friendships don't, but that's just the way it is.”

“you know it was me that got you sacked, don't you?”

“the thing i learnt about friendship is, you gotta accept each other's flaws, no matter how toxic they may be.”

“shit-stirring from beyond the grave.”

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #this is the nichest meme ive made #but this show is so fucking funny okay

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