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#a child asked a stupid question on tiktok
hannieehaee · 15 days
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Seventeen and the orange peel theory
orange peel theory
content: established relationship, fluff, etc.
wc: 860
a/n: it was fun trying to get a read on them for this hehe some of them were hard though 😭
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seungcheol -
he takes care of any and every single thing for you. even the most ridiculous of tasks, he does for you. you have a tiny little bit of coffee still on your lip? he wipes it with a napkin. missing a straw on your drink? goes back to the counter and gets one for you. you ask for an orange? that's child's play to him. the orange would be peeled without even so much as one look from you.
jeonghan -
he didnt know about the theory, nor would he think too much into a simple request of being handed an orange, so he wouldnt really think of peeling it for you. however, he loved sharing food with you, so he would probably peel it knowing the two of you would share it as you usually shared every meal. would technically have peeled it for you, but not entirely.
joshua -
he'd know you were testing him the moment you asked for an orange. he's seen the tiktoks. he knows about the metrics he needs to meet to qualify as a good boyfriend. yet he would play dumb just to see you pout at him as you believed him to fail the test. wouldn't let it go for too long before letting you in on the joke and promising to even plant you a whole orange tree if necessary.
jun -
would peel it without even realize he was peeling it. blissfully unaware of the trend, so he'd be kinda confused as to why you looked so happy as he handed you a peeled orange. when you explained it to him he'd roll his eyes at the thought of any boyfriend whose first instinct wasnt to peel the orange for their s/o.
soonyoung -
he wouldn't think of peeling it at first, simply handing it to you as you asked and thinking nothing of it. only a few seconds later would the thought snap into his head, causing him to snag the orange right from your hand and going 'oh! let me peel it for you!', rushedly peeling the orange before placing it back in your hands.
wonwoo -
also would not peel it, not thinking anything of it (also, you didnt ask, so it didnt come to mind). if you asked him to peel it, though, he'd do it without question, which would lead to a habit of peeling any and every peelable fruit for you from then on.
jihoon -
wouldn't even think of peeling it for you, but not in a malicious way. he just wouldnt think of it as an important detail. if you explained the theory to him, he'd roll his eyes and claim it was a stupid measure of love. he's written far too many love songs about you for a stupid orange to put his love for you into question.
seokmin -
you want an orange? how about a peeled orange? how about a mouth-fed, peeled orange? he'd even do lil sound effects as he guided every piece into your mouth and encouraged you to eat. would ask you afterwards if you wanted another orange. bc he can get you one if you want. unless you want some other fruit? he can get you any snack you want, you dont even have to ask.
mingyu -
not only did he get you the orange and peel it for you, but he proceeded to buy you oranges every once in a while, assuming you must enjoy oranges. he'd be unaware of the theory, simply being a natural at taking care of his loved ones and babying them in every possible instance.
minghao -
he's seen the tiktoks and knows about the trend (which he found kinda silly), so he'd give you a knowing smile as he went to grab the orange you asked for, peeling it as he walked back to you. would call you silly and give you a kiss on the forehead while you happily ate your orange.
seungkwan -
you wouldnt even have to ask for the orange in the first place. he would hand feed you pieces of tangerine every day, arguing that he needed to make sure you ate your daily dosage of fruits every single day. whoever invented this theory did not take boo seungkwan's existence into consideration.
vernon -
very similarly to wonwoo, he would not peel it unless you asked, not wanting to assume that you wanted something you did not ask for. if you asked him, though, he would peel it and ask if you wanted him to peel your fruits from now on. you'd have to remind him about it once or twice in the future, but he'd always do it without complaint.
chan -
he'd consider peeling the orange for you, but would think that maybe you wouldnt want him touching the fruit. i mean, if he asked someone for a banana he'd expect to be handed a banana with its peel intact. this was kinda the same, right? well, no. he would notice your dejected look immediately and ask you what was wrong. when you explained, he'd apologize and explain his logic, showing himself to have passed the test on a technicality.
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nejiverse · 9 months
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PART-TIME BABYSITTER
Rin Itoshi + Sae Itoshi
In which Rin takes care of your daughter while you and Sae are on holiday. Tiktok inspired me (what’s new) Fem! Reader
cw: established relationship with sae, kids
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"Come collect your child".
Y/n stifled a laugh as Rin's face remained unchanged. The stress was evident in his facial expressions that it made Y/n curious as to how a one-year old could affect him so much.
"What happened?", at your question, Rin shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. He had a whole list but he planned on saving it when you and Sae get back. Right now he’d only bother you with one thing.
"She keeps on crying and I have no clue what she wants cause I can't understand what she’s saying”.
Sae scoffed in the background. “My daughter has perfect speech, you’re just stupid”.
You gently scolded Sae for getting on Rin’s nerves even more before giving the boy your full undivided attention.
Before Rin could even say another word, a small chubby hand came up over the camera. Evidently, your daughter stole Rin’s phone from him.
“Mama!”, she cried out.
Her sniffles made your heart ache that you aren’t there to coddle her so instead you cooed at her, telling her you’d be back real soon.
Sae surprised you with a holiday to Spain which you’ve been begging him to take you on and you two were currently on your last days there. You insisted bringing d/n along but he only wanted it to be the two of you (he’s not admitting to his obvious jealousy).
Ever since you delivered, Sae hasn’t gotten the chance to spend quality time with you, and that was very unfair in his opinion.
“You could’ve asked first”, Rin huffed, he wasn’t a fan of you an Sae’s brat (his words not mine) pawing at his phone with her grubby hands.
“What’s wrong baby?”, you cooed.
“Scoochy!”, she babbled.
You blame Sae for this.
Whenever he sees you eating something without him, he tells you to scooch over, with full intent of stuffing his face with your food, or as he calls it “our food”.
“Are you eating something, Rin?”, you asked.
“Yeah why?”,
“She wants some of it, that’s what she’s saying—”.
“No way. I just fed her”, Rin grabbed his phone back, causing d/n to jut her bottom lips out. “I swear she’s got a black hole for a stomach”.
Sae let out something that was a mix between a huff and a laugh. “Yeah, like her mother”.
Meanwhile, d/n was busy chowing down on some of Rin’s chips. Said man let out a dramatic gasp before quickly dismissing the situation. He no longer wanted them.
“Y’know what? Have them. They’re yours”, Rin pushed the small box closer to her. “Early birthday present, happy birthday”.
You blinked once, twice, before cocking your head to the side. “Her birthday is 10 months away..”.
“That’s what makes it early”.
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a/n: yall google scoochie on urban dictionary 💀 there’s a word for everything I swear
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kitasgloves · 4 months
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Imagine, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, your husband for over a year, sees you relaxing on the couch watching videos on tiktok. He lovingly spies on you until he notices the types of videos popping up on your fyp. It's all filled with laughing babies & children, every video makes you laugh and smile endearingly. But Sakusa's blood went cold.
Oh no
He thinks. This is bad. He might be overreacting but there's no way he's going to let you develop baby fever. Nope, hell no. He's not prepared to have children. So, he orchestrates a plan.
While you were showering, you accidentally left your phone unlocked so Sakusa has access to your tiktok. To his horror, all your liked videos are sickingly cute babies and toddlers. He has to change your fyp. So he searches up the most absurd videos available and taps on every single one of them, hoping it would cleanse your fyp and prevent the baby fever from developing.
You didn't even suspect a thing after you exited the bathroom, your husband is on the bed, eyes buried in a book, overlooking how it's upsidedown. The next time Sakusa spies on you, he's relieved that your fyp isn't filled with cooing babies and children. However, what replaced those videos are thirst traps of people working out in the gym. Sakusa's blood boiled hot, especially when you were secretly liking the videos and even saving them into your bookmarks. The way you bite your lip to fight off a smile made his eye twitch.
Sakusa is aware what jealousy feels like, he thinks it's ridiculous but look at him now succumbing to it. He tries to sneakily change the content on your fyp again but this time your phone is locked. So, he grows distant, unintentionally being less touchy than he usually is. And you notice.
"Omi baby are you mad at me?"
You pout, he doesn't answer as he faces away from you on the bed. You couldn't sleep at night without his arms holding you. As you try to scoot closer and gently grab him, he firmly peels your hands away. You frown, but decided to give him some space. When you stopped persisting, Sakusa grew worried.
He turns around and sees you facing away, cuddling a pillow instead. He suddenly feels terrible. Sakusa quietly goes over to you and kisses your temple before wrapping his arms around you like he always does. Surprisingly, you were awake as you ditched the pillow and hugged him back.
"Sorry for ignoring you darling, I was being childish"
"Aw, it's alright Kiyoomi"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure!"
"Do you...do you want to start a family with me?"
You pull away to give him a bewildered look. You looked genuinely shocked.
"Huh? What?"
"Do...uh...do you want to have a baby with me?"
"Oh! Oh god no! I'm not ready for that responsibility yet, honey"
You smiled brightly and it makes Sakusa relieved. He decides to come clean to what he has done, all you did was laugh and wheeze at him and call him silly.
"You didn't like me getting baby fever?"
"[Name] I don't know how to take care a child"
"And you got jealous when I liked all those gym thirst traps?"
"I don't get the appeal of it. It's just people flexing their muscles while covered in sweat"
"Well, it's kinda hot for me"
Sakusa furrowed his eyebrows and pouts adorably at you.
"If that's what you're into, you could've told me. I wouldn't mind sending you a stupid video after a workout at the gym"
"OH MY GOD YES!"
You squealed. Sakusa scoffs but laughs at you. Since that day, he has made daily videos or "thirst traps" of him at the gym and send them to you. And you'd collect them like rocks and place them in a secret flashdrive for research purposes *wink* *wink*
Bonus: Sakusa asking Atsumu and Bokuto at the gym on how to make a thirst trap for you and he gets a full educational course about it. Day by day his videos get better and you just melt and gush at how fucking hot your husband is.
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pablitogavii · 6 months
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Questions
Recently seen this tiktok so I decided to do it with out golden boy 😉
He's definitely a jealous, protective bf type!!!
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"Welcome to another video!! You ready amor??" you said into the camera held by one of Pablo's childhood friends Mario.
"Si, I'm ready. Mi chica torturing me in front of live audience" he said acting annoyed while clapping as his friends joined in including Pedri, Ansu, Balde and Ale. You giggled nodding your head and grabbing his phone where you wrote down some questions.
"Today we are asking my non-jealous boyfriend hypothetical questions" you said and he rolled his eyes acting like a whining child
"Non jealous means I'm celoso and I am not!!!" he said making all his friends laugh with his 'spanglish' and also because they as well as you knew Pablo was super jealous!!!
"Alright, alright! First question..um..what would you do if I called you in the middle of the night blacked out at the side of the road???" you ask giggling afterwards since this was basically impossible since you never drink more than one drink and rarely go out without him.
"I'd come pick you up..." he said making your heart melt and his friends awed making Pablo embarrassed and a blushing mess. You just had to lean in and peck your boyfriend's cheek.
"That's it?? Like you wouldn't be mad at me?" you add after pulling back and he was already clenching his jaw trying his best to appear 'chill' in front of the cameras.
"Come on! Be honest hermano! You would freak the fuck out!" Pedri added getting caught on camera as well and Pablo groaned knowing that he would go crazy if this really happened.
"Um..I would have some questions" he said although you both knew those would not be just 'questions' but whatever you were letting him act all "cool" for now.
"What if I was flirting with your friends???" you ask earning 'sound effects' from the boys which were purposefully trying to agitate Pablo right now.
"What???" he said with big eyes almost pouting and you giggled reminding him it is just hypothetical.
"Um..I..would just leave..I don't know! These are stupid!!" he said looking away but you smirked seeing that all the guys were catching up on your boy's jealousy right now.
"Come on amor, there are more..." you say pulling him back into the frame but he was not in the mood for more 'hypothetical' scenarios where he loses you.
"Por favor..for me???" you pout now and he sighs knowing it's impossible to say no to that so you continued.
"What would you do if I went to the party without you???" you ask and he thinks about this one shrugging his shoulders. Pablo is obviously not that strict where you always need to be together but he likes to know where you're at in case of emergency or knowing who you are with.
"Like with other wags?" he asked bless his heart because that's only other company you ever went out with during those 'girl's nights' when boys aren't allowed to join in.
"Sure..but let's say some guys were there and I didn't tell you about it?" you say and at first Pablo was relaxed but hearing your fulls sentence got him clenching his fists which Mario got on camera of course.
"Yeah..um...I wouldn't be very pleased.." he kept his cool which you knew was very hard so you were proud of him wondering how to brake him.
"No?" you add and he shook his head snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him which you knew was his reassurance method so you let him.
"Amor..how many more?? I hate this!" he whispered into your neck and you tell him a few which made his groan and lay his head on your shoulder as you looked for the next question.
"Babyyyy!!!" Ansu yelled making you giggle. Pablo really was your baby soemtimes!
"Shut up A!!!" you defended him making Pablo smirk and nod his head proudly.
"What would you do if I slept with another guy.." you started reading but this was too much for Pablo who got off your shoulder immediately.
"AMOR!" he said clearly agitated and you chuckled at his messy hair and big eyes staring at your right now in complete and utter disbelief.
"BUT..but we didn't touch amor???" you raise your brows at the question while he still had his mouth open shaking his head in annoyance.
"Yeah right! "Didn't touch"..come on! Am I right or am I right boys?" Pablo said and all guys agreed that scenario would literally be impossible.
"So you'd leave?" you ask and he nods like it was the most obvious thing in the world before pulling you close again and kissing your lips.
"So stay in my bed only!" he whispered and you giggled nodding your head and pecking his lips one more time. You tried reading the next question but boys kept talking about how stupid 'guy girl friendships are' until you sushed them and held your palm to Pablo's mouth.
"What would you do if I became a stripper???" you say laughing immediately at Pablo's reaction. Everyone knows you're a shy girl so this was literally the opposite of what was possible.
"MY stripper is fine! But NO!" he said smirking and now you were a blushing mess hiding your face into Pablo's chest while everyone teased you.
"I'm done with these!!!" you say giggling and Pablo nodded agreeing with you while raising your chin and kissing your lips as the video ended and you all laughed at the filmed content afterwards.
"You're definitely not celoso, Pablito!" Pedri said and everyone laughed including Pablo who looked at you with literal heart eyes which you adored kissing him quickly again.
Hope you like it!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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glittter-vamp · 1 year
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Buns |J.B
Warning/AN: Mentions of butts. Bit Raunchy. Some minor vulgar language. Fluffy-ish. Just something to quickly enjoy.
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You couldn't help but to laugh at the tweets you were reading on your phone. Last night your boyfriend Joe, that just so happens to be the star QB of the Cincinnati Bengals had a bit of a wardrobe mishap. It was LSU all over again. One of the players had accidentally held onto his pants trying to stop him from making it to the end-zone with the ball. Which meant, he showed his amazing butt cheeks on national TV...once again. You could only imagine how much the guys on the team were making fun of him. The internet was having a complete field day and many of the jokes were actually funny and you couldn't help but laugh and enjoy them.
"Full moon in Miami last night even though the forecast said rain showers." One of the tweets said.
"Awesome game last night, but totally got blinded by some surprise QB buns. Joe shiesty could use a tan." Another said. They were a bit mean but yet quite funny. 
"This just in, NFL is releasing a line of hotdog bread called Burrow's Buns, Joe burrow sold separately " Said the next. You just couldn't get enough.
You didn't know how long you had been scrolling down the memes and jokes on social media before you heard the garage door open. You quickly put your phone down and paid attention to whatever show was on the tv that you had drowned out in the time you were laughing at the jokes and memes. Joe walked into the house saying a soft 'Hey' and came up to you giving you a sweet kiss. He looked exhausted. "Hey baby, I made lasagna. Want me to heat it up for you?" You ask. "Please, I'm gonna go shower really quick." He says heading upstairs. You went into the kitchen heating up the food for him in the oven. As you wait, you were reading the memes your best friend had sent you about Joe. They had you laughing so hard you didn't realize Joe had came back down. "Whatcha laughing at?" he asks raising an eyebrow. "Hm?" You hum putting your phone face down. "Oh nothing, Taylor sent me some stupid tiktoks." You say checking on the food. "About?" He asks. "Just some dogs being funny." You shrug. You didn't want to lie to him but you didn't want to also add to the fire. I'm sure he got enough shit from the team and the internet for the past 16 hours. 
"Mom wants to know if we can make it to dinner tomorrow? I should be able to get out of practice at 4." He says going to the fridge to grab a water bottle. "Yeah that sounds fun, I work from home tomorrow so I can take you and pick you up at practice." You nod. As you take out the lasagna your phone dings. You make eye contact with Joe before he quickly grabs it and looks at the message. "I knew it! Not you too, What the hell Y/N!" he whines and you giggle. "Baby I'm sorry! but you have to admit...it's a little funny." You say holding in a laugh. "Is not!" He says like a child. 
"Hey look on the bright side, everyone knows you have an amazing ass. Not many guys can say that." You say and he gives you a look. "I thought my own girlfriend would be nice enough to not partake in the conversation and jokes about my butt, but here we are" He shakes his head and you snort. "You said but." You giggle and he gives you a look. "I'm just going to eat my meal in peace, okay?" He says turning to get a plate and you decide you pinch one of his cheeks. "Boop!" You say and he quickly turns around and towers over you looking down trying to hold in a laugh himself. "Okay, okay... I'm sorry! I'm done, it's over." You say trying to stop laughing. He slowly turns around to get a plate and you slowly grab your phone making your way out of the kitchen. "Okay but quick question, have you at least tried making it clap?" You ask and he quickly grabs the paper towel roll and throws it at you like her would a football but you were just quick enough to have it graze your back as you run away laughing. 
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MY FAVORITE delete me from your contacts (Being a girl gamer has never been easy especially on a male dominated platform like twitch. Deemed as a mere e-thot by the masses, you never let the petty hate get to you. That was until the famous streamer, kodzuken, decided to call you another lazy, gamer wannabe. )
mr hotshot ceo (y/n is an outgoing and bubbly girl who just landed a job as a secretary for bouncing ball corp. kenma kozume, ceo of bouncing ball corp, works secretly as a gaming youtuber and streamer under the name kodzuken. after a miscommunication and y/n learns the truth about kenma both their worlds collide. what does fate have in store for these two?)
your voice (when kenma kozume met (y/n), he saw you as someone who was far different than him, but as he got to know you better, he was beginning to think that he actually has a chance. or maybe not?)
friends with benefits ()
thanks alot cupid (the worst part of having a secret crush on yn kuroo, in kozume kenma's case, is that she's one of his close friend's ex and his childhood friend's sister. although y/n makes it clear she harbors deep feelings for the blonde, the two reasons that restrict kozume from making any moves, don't necessarily limit her, “no tetsu, I do not have a crush on your best friend aka my ex-high school situationship aka my recent ex’s best friend… but if I said I did what would the consequences be?” summaries aren't my best suit but wtvr)
Beta tester (Y/N L/N is a popular mangaka)
Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader
i lysol you(the miya twins younger sister leaves for tokyo in order to join the junoir national gymnastics team while also studying at itachiyama institute )
heart on the ice (It’s the perfect start to your debut senior figure skating season, until it’s not. A minor run in with Sakusa Kiyoomi has you in hot water in the figure skating world, and the only solution is to pair with the Ice Prince himself and skate in pairs. Sparks will fly as you constantly butt heads with Sakusa, and you see your season melt away. Can you save your season before it’s too late? Or will Sakusa ruin any chance you have of becoming a Senior World Champion?)
Tempura (Yoomi Yum is a five star restaurant that has received nothing but positive reviews. It’s spotless clean, the service is great, the food is amazing! Owner and head chef Sakusa is proud of his restaurant, so when he received a bad rating from YN LN, a well-known food critic, he was shocked. Now he’s determined to change her mind using social media and his talent.)
It was never meant to be easy (y/n is Bokuto’s childhood friend who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. what happens when she crosses paths with someone who is very much the opposite of her? will they match or will it be easier to walk away? )
Sold out (Summary: Sakusa didn’t noticed that he ran out of masks. He immediately went to his favorite and only drug store to purchase a box, but when he asked for some, they told him that someone bought all the masks. He wanted to ask about who the culprit is so he can email them for being inconsiderate, what he didn’t know was that the said person rans a science channel with their friend)
caramel frap (in which sakusa kiyoomi tries not to fall in love with the girl who spilled her favorite drink on him; or sakusa being your breakfast buddy until you realize your feelings and eat together for every meal)
Secrets(Y/N L/N is the new manager of the MSBY Black Jackels volleyball team. With learning to deal and adapt to the many differing personalities, the team may discover that they have a secret of their own.)
why try (smau in which y/n’s sister and sakusa’s brother are set up with an arranged marriage and both y/n and sakusa being sworn enemies, desperately try to cut off this marriage, but during their attempt—both families and friends learn a little something about them)
lost bet ([y/n] has just lost a bet to one of her best friends, Kuroo. The deal was the loser had to do something chosen by the winner. What will Nekoma’s captain choose? But, why?)
figer it out (Sakusa Kiyoomi tended to avoid a number of things: germs, crowds, his teammates, and interviews. He preferred his life out of the limelight. When rumors spring up about his love life, keeping his fiancée a secret becomes a whole lot harder.)
i am the father (You and Sakusa have started dating on the second year of high school. On your 4th year of dating and second year of college, you found out you were pregnant. You were in a crisis. You were only 20 and didn’t know anything about motherhood. Worst case scenario, your boyfriend didn’t want kids.Your solution? Run away from Kiyoomi Sakusa. Raise the kid on your own. Never meet the child’s father ever again.That was your plan.You were doing great on your own, until you find out that Komori, the cousin of your ex, lives next door.)
tsukishima x reader
Doodles(Kuroo Y/n was finally moving onto University, happy to be attending the same on as her brother and that it was so close to all her other friends Universitys. What she didn’t expect was for her brother’s poor attempts to set her up with one Tsukishima Kei.)
Dorm buddies (you’re in need of a new dorm buddy because your current roommate sucks and tsukishima kei might just be the perfect candidate.)
Salty daddy (You decided to call your relationship over to focus on your career only to realize you were pregnant. About to tell him the good news and fix broken ties, you saw Tsukishima with another girl, unexpectedly happy despite your break up Leaving him was your choice. Surely it was challenging to raise a kid on your own. And when your boss gave you a promotion, you grabbed the opportunity Things were getting better, only to realize your job is being an accountant on the museum where Tsukishima is working. In addition to this, your son won’t stop saying ‘papa’ upon seeing his father’s pictures. )
Drums+acohal≠love(y/n who works as a bartender in a small bar in tokyo met a man who has been coming in for 3 days, what will happen if their life entangle with eachother? will they be lovers or will their relationship be just a one night stand?)
5000 miles away(you moved to America when you were ten years old. every year you visit Japan for a short while and at the eighth year, you meet the son of your parents’ old college friends, Tsukishima Kei. )
Oh my god they were roommates(when tsukishima’s best friend yamaguchi moves out of his way too expensive apartment, tsukki finds himself in need of a new roomie. when he replies to your tweet, he expects a quiet girl who keeps to herself but instead he gets you. will you be able to break down tsukishima’s walls or will you be forced to stand on the outside, looking in?)
make mistakes (after your soulmate first heard your music he dreaded the day youd meet, on the other hand you dreamed of the day youd finally meet them. surely the universe doesnt make mistakes when matching up soulmates… right?)
number neigbor (IN WHICH you’re bored out of your mind one night and upon scrolling through twitter, you’ve come across hilarious interactions with people’s number neighbors. Curious on what the hype was all about, you end up texting your number neighbor. Completely expecting some random middle aged stranger, you’ve actually come across a cute guy that’s your age and lives in the same city. The only downside is that he possibly hates your guts)
bread talks (when your mother tells you to deliver some leftover bread to the young man living above your family bake shop, you never expect to make a complete fool out of yourself. but things happen, and maybe, some small accidents were actually meant to be— just not in the way you expected.)
are you worth it (don’t get tsukishima wrong–he wasn’t extremely fond of anyone that wasn’t yamaguchi, even so, yamaguchi could be a pain. so nonetheless, he has his suspicions about sugawara’s little-first-year cousin, no matter how cute she is.)
kia (At a young age your parents dropped you off at your cousin’s house and left for business. Your cousin being Tadashi Yamaguchi. You two grew closer than ever from the time you were there. At the age of 10 you were sent back home to your parents and moved schools. Then at 15, you enrolled at Karasuno High, reuniting with your childhood friend and meeting some new ones.)
hate to love you (you, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi have been friends ever since you were all seated next to each other in high school. So when some dude at your school starts to bug you by constantly asking you out and not understanding the word NO, they were the first people you told. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi help to plot a way to keep this creep away from you.)
play date (kicked out of her home with no place to go, y/n is forced to move into her family friend’s home, who coincidentally is also the family of tsukishima kei, the boy who denied her confession.)
love is time(Amidst the turbulence of new adolescence and figuring out their path in life, nude model Y/N L/N somehow gets caught up in the drama of Tsukishima Kei's life. Although they're at each other's throats, the two both know when life throws you a curveball sometimes you've just got to roll with the punches. They've got plenty to learn from each other, willingly or not. Besides, they'll fall in love in time.)
It’s nothing special (The life of a singer is not as glamorous as it seems. Sure, there is the fame and the fortune but what no one ever talks about is what happens behind the scenes or rather, behind the screens.)
kuroo x reader
serotnin (Chemistry student Tetsuro Kuroo has a huge crush on creative studies y/n who he meets thanks to his long time best friend Kenma.)
Gamer girl(summary: y/n and her four friends are known as one of the most chaotic squads in youtube gaming history. even more chaos ensues when another squad joins in and streams with them.)
operation sweetheart (y/n l/n has been dating kuroo tetsurou for a year, but will a training camp that brings the pair back together actually tear them apart?)
A MODERN LOVE STORY (in which Y/N is a college student and youtuber just trying to enjoy life with her friends, and Kuroo is a part time model and full time suffering stem major trying to get by.)
Serotonin (Chemistry student Tetsuro Kuroo has a huge crush on creative studies y/n who he meets thanks to his long time best friend Kenma.)
Runaway Hearts Running, a perfect way to clear the mind and to get a good exercise in. Kuroo loves running in the early morning. But every morning he sees you on his route. And everytime the two of you compete to see who’s faster. Hearts are pounding and now it’s time to see who reaches the finish line first.
Keiji Akaashi x Reader
Frienemims(Akaashi was polite, yes, but even he had people that he didn’t really like. You were one of them. Not like you cared since you hated him too, but all of a sudden you were paired with him for a project. Now that’s when you care.)
akaashi x fem reader smau (Akaashi was polite, yes, but even he had people that he didn’t really like. You were one of them. Not like you cared since you hated him too, but all of a sudden you were paired with him for a project. Now that’s when you care.)
Count on Me Masterlist (Practice. Study. Prepare. Gigs. The band members of 3G are slowly getting a bigger and bigger fan base. In order to stay connected to their followers, they created social media accounts for their band but soon realized that they either sound really stupid or really serious. They weren’t sure if they could promote their music. That is until one of their friends managed to get them a marketing manager from the marketing department. Now YN, the new marketing manager, and Akaashi, the bassist, must work together to make the band grow. Can they count on each other?)
song for you (celeb! au. singer akaashi keiji isn’t too keen on relationships. when up and coming artist y/n moves into the apartment below him, will she be able to change that?)
jane austen and redbull(You’re desperately trying to juggle classes, teaching, and your dumb friends as you navigate grad school. When the opportunity of a lifetime pops up - a contract professorship that could change your career in academia - you and a co-teaching assistant go head to head for the position. He’s cold and calculated and definitely doesn’t respect your intelligence, but he’s also undeniably smart and, well frankly, hot)
Toru Oikawa x reader
Hit Me Up, Buttercup!(You are just stalking your favorite volleyball player, Oikaw Tohru, in his most active social media as usual when you finally got him to notice you. No one expected him to hit you up, buttercup!)
He loves me he loves me not (You’re Karasuno’s first-year manager, someone everyone thought would end up with Tobio because childhood friends win, right? Of course Oikawa would want to wrap you around his pretty finger the moment he knows that. Are his intentions pure and genuine? Of course not. Will you end up hurt? Most likely, though not for the reason you think. )
Hit it till it Barack’s (Y/n, 3rd year manager of the Karasuno Volley Ball Team along with Kiyoko, Very good manager but needs a little hyping up from her boys sometimes. She loves to bake and cook for the team, earning her the title of team mom. She gets all hyped up for the Aoba Johsai and Karasuno match, but when the worst happens, her least favorite player Tooru Oikawa hits her in the face with one of his powerful jump serves. How will this play out?)
Nonsense (you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all)
Like this (it wasn’t supposed to go like this. you weren’t supposed to meet your boyfriend’s best friend, only for his best friend to end up being your ex boyfriend. it was not supposed to go like this. )
so far but connected (A phone that connects to another universe created by Sora Kato, a student from UA Class 1-H, but it was turned down because ‘it was useless’. It’s not like you’re going to end the villains with just a single call from another universe. He spent months creating it for only to be laughed at by his classmates. But when a student from Class 1-A heard about the gadget they immediately went and purchased it from Kato.)
dont hate the player (The most popular female gamer on YouTube. Debatably the most popular volleyball player alive. A bad breakup sent you packing to Argentina for new perspective. Who knew the new perspective had a witty personality and beautiful eyes? Tooru only sees a broken girl whose heart he wants to mend — his goal is to be the best neighbor possible... and maybe a little something more)
may we meet agian(when she was studying in Kitagawa Daiichi’s middle school, yn met Oikawa Tooru. She fell in love with him but things didn’t went well. Years later, as she is in the same high school than him, they meet again.)
Take Care — An Oikawa Toru SMAU (Oikawa Toru is dedicated to volleyball, above all else. Even his health. Kyotani Y/N might put up a rather aggressive front, but they can’t stand to see their friends repeatedly hurt themselves. Can a friendship last between them, will something more come from the obvious sexual tension and care, or is everything going to fall apart because Oikawa can’t listen to the two people who care most about him?)
kageyama tobio x reader
Eagal Eyes (in which you, the younger sister of ushijima wakatoshi, decide to put on a children’s volleyball camp at shiratorizawa and meet kageyama tobio, who steals your heart, despite the warnings of your older brother.)
On repeat (in which yn just got out of a bad breakup, and the only thing helping her is this one song on repeat )
BOKUTO KOUTARO x Reader
stranger danger (Famous Pro-volleyball Player and Bachelor extraordinaire. Not by choice, but mostly by circumstance. All Bokuto wants is to find someone to do cute couples costumes with, watch scary movies with, and snuggle. He’d also like to FINALLY pull one over on Atsumu and Kuroo considering they win the couples costume contest every damn year.)
love is war(Sports Psychology major Bokuto never understood the rivalry between the Sport Psychology majors and the Biochemistry majors. There was some sort of unspoken rule between them. YN, the Biochemistry major, didn’t understand what the big deal was either. By chance, the two rivals exchanged numbers during a study group and hit it off. Little do they know that there’s obstacles in their way. Love is war.)
it started witha praty(Y/N is the manager of Nekoma, friends with all the boys, ecspecially Kenma. After a late night party on her walk home Y/N discovers a teen passed out on the side of the road she couldn’t just leave him there. Who knows what he’s going to do next.)
a matter of vollyball (y/n was the best female volleyball player of all Japan and the setter of the star school, Shiratorizawa. Despite being the pride and joy of her school and family, she had lost her passion for playing. Winning was everything to her, even if she didn’t show emotion when her team scored a point. Alongside her teammate Tsukasa Emiko, and the infamous Shiratorizawa players Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendō Satori, she’ll go to Tokyo for Nationals, where they meet the crazy and cheerful, Bokuto Kōtarō.)
adore you(After a fair share of bad breakups, Y/n L/n had enough of relationships. Until she’s paired up with Koutarou Bokuto, for a group project, sadly, all he wants to do is adore her instead of work)
if this is it (The Tsukishima brothers are considered, by all standards, good. But their sister Y/N has always been exceptional. A second year with a budding figure skating career and a boyfriend who just so happens to be one of Japan’s top five spikers, Y/N is living the dream. What could possibly go wrong? Well, everything apparently.)
Noya x reader
Find Forever (After your mom gets a new job your forced to leave all of your friends at Nekoma High and start over at Karasuno High. The only good thing about it is your childhood best friend Hinata will be there. After being convinced by your best friend you decided to join to girls volleyball club as their libero. One day while you two are practicing receives in the gym a boy comes in and starts complimenting you and starts asking you lots of questions. Your startled and leave in a rush leaving the two boys looking at each other in confusion. Hinata explains how shy you are and later takes it upon himself to introduce you guys properly and soon after a beautiful relationship blossoms.)
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dinaanana · 27 days
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BEAST! Dazai with a Teenager Reader who is Smart and strong asf
Synopsis how would they react to you Being Smart and Strong at the same time while being so Much younger than them
Characters:: BEAST! Dazai (Kinda Chuuya Too)
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First he's not really interested in you,your powers and your knowledge, then As time passes he took you under his wing,he assigned Chuuya his Right hand man to watch over you
He didn't trust you fully,that's why he thought you were weak and stupid since you were a child he wasn't surprised.
But his thoughts on you changed as soon as you beat 20 police officers who raided The Port Mafia Headquarters,you beat them all by yourself he watched you with his usual dark gaze,cut a smirk Crept up on his face.
"you remind me of someone I knew "
he mumbles quietly but you still could hear it not you didn't dare to question it thought
As Days Pass by,You slowly get Used to the Man,And He Gets Used to you aswell.
He Literally Sees you as his Own child he has To Protect.
He Hates sending you on Missions that Put you in Danger,So he Tells Chuuya,His Right hand Man to come with you and Keep an Eye On you.
When you're not On Missions you're Usually With him his office,Sometimes sitting on couch while he orders His men to bring You cakes,Sweets (You asked for them)
You sometimes bring A chair to sit next to him while he Works,Sometimes Draw or doodle On The papers or Sometimes Scroll on your Phone Mostly TikTok and If you see Any funny Video You show It To him while Laughing your ass off
And he just Watches you like 😶 But He doesn't wanna break your heart So he Smiles Yay!
He doesn't want you to see what kind of Monster He is Actually,So when He tortures Someone,he just tells you to wait in his Office or Tells Chuuya to Do something that'll Entertain you.
You and Chuuya Sit On the couch in the Dazai's Office and There's some Awkward Silence for like 2 minutes before you Speak up And he just stares at you
"Sooo,what does Dazai act like around you? Is he nice?"
"..." He Looks At you staring Into your soul with his dark blue eyes before speaking up
"Yes...He is.." He doesn't wanna say the truth About Osamu Dazai,that monster.
"Awhh When Will he Be done I wanna show Him something! where is he? can I go Find him?"
"no." He Glares daggers At you but tries to keep his Tone Low He doesn't wanna Get killed.
"Boss Said To stay here And wait for him Right? He'll get mad If you disobey Him."
"but he never Gets Mad At me thought.." You pout as you sink in The Sofa While Folding your Hands On your chest.
"I know but still." He Looks away And Just Stares At the wall saying nothing,You both sat In awkward Silence again, Chuuya Leans back on the Couch.
It was 10 minutes before Dazai Came in the office He Was cleaning off Something From his Face with a white Napkin and threw it away somewhere.he went Towards you and signaled Chuuya To get out,with his eye.
Chuuya Stands up and Leaves Dazai's Office Quickly Dazai Turns to you and stares down at your sitting form he flashes you a smile before Slumping down Next to you on the sofa.
"So,what did you and Chuuya Do while I wasn't here?" Dazai Looks over at you And Raises a brow
"Well,Nothing Really just talked". You Shrug Your shoulders And Look At him
"Hmm Really?..." Dazai leans Back to the Couch and Crosses his Legs
"What about you What Were you doing for so long.?" You ask him
"Oh,Nothing to worry About...Just Some Business I had to handle.*
"yeah Just a Business."
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immortal-imagines · 7 months
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The Question
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Summary: She wants him to commit, but is he ready? (Joel Miller x Reader) Warnings: Swearing, angst Word Count: 961 A/N: Just a little Joel oneshot for you before the new Sabotage chapter! Hope you like it! Based on a TikTok I watched today!
“Where are you going?”
“Away from you!”
“Please!”
“Stop it Joel!”
“It’s midnight. Let’s talk about this. Wait til the morning.”
He reached out to grab her hand as she flung her bag over her shoulder, stuffed hastily with clothes. She recoiled, snatching her arm back.
“Don’t touch me.”
He shrunk back, sinking onto the bed. The looks she gave him was one he’d never seen before. Pure fire and rage.
“Please,” he said, quieter this time, softer.
She ran her hand through her hair. “Joel.” She shook her head, run out of words to say. “Please don’t follow me.”
The apartment door opened and closed. She was gone.
Joel let his head fall back on the mattress, the mattress they’d bought together, just a year before. The mattress he’d held her in his arms while she slept, kissed her, loved her.
She was sick of his indecisiveness. His unwilling to commit. And he didn’t blame her. Why would someone stick around when he couldn’t give her the life she wanted. The life she deserved. She wanted marriage and kids and a home. He wanted those things too, but fuck if the thought didn’t terrify him. All he wanted to do was take care of her, but his fear had gotten in the way and now she was gone.
He stared at the ceiling. Fuck. He’d really done it this time.
He must’ve drifted off because when he opened his eyes, sunlight bled through the curtains. And the empty space next to him reminded him with an awful twang that she was gone. He ran his hands over his face, sitting up and assessing the room. Her stuff was everywhere. She’d been in such a rush, she’d barely taken anything. All over one stupid fight. She’d asked him if he could see them with kids and he shrugged. He grunted. Said nothing, like he always did.
“Fuck.”
He grabbed his keys. It took seconds for him to reach the door and start the truck. He didn’t think, just let instinct lead him. He knew where she’d be. He knew what he had to do.
Her family’s lake house was only a half an hour drive, but he pushed the truck to its limit, taking corners like they were nothing. He was mad at himself that he’d let her go for this long. She’d said not to follow, but how could he just let her go.
His hair stuck up at odd angles and he was still in the clothes he’d slept in, but he didn’t care. That wasn’t the priority. She was.
He sped past shops, houses, neighbourhoods. The kind she hoped they’d live in one day. Out of their pokey apartment and into a place they could call their own. He’d make a crib for their child, teach them how to throw a ball and ride a bike.
You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Joel hated the cliché phrase, but it was true. He could see his life so clearly with her. The moment that door slammed it was like the future he could have flashed in front of him. The yard, the home, the wife, the kids. Why had he been so afraid?
He made it to the forest and the dirt track that lead to the house. He could see the lake in the distance. His heart skipped a beat and the little box in his pocket suddenly felt extremely heavy. He’d had it for a year or so now, but never plucked up the courage to ask. Or maybe he was afraid she’d say no. His pride got the better of him. But when she walked out, he knew what he wanted.
The truck kicked up plumes of dust, as it tore towards the lake. Towards her. He went over and over again in his head what he was going to say.
“I’m sorry.”
“I love you.”
“Please don’t go.”
“Be my forever.”
He wasn’t one for soppy cards or words of affection. He liked to show his love. But now, actions weren’t going to cut it. She needed to hear how he felt.
He parked up next to her car. It was like he blinked and he was at the front door, hand raised ready to knock. His stomach was in knots. Just do it. So he did. Two sharp knocks.
“Go home, Joel.” Her voice was muffled behind the door.
“Need t’ talk t’ you,” he said. When he was met with silence, he added, “Please.” It wasn’t as desperate as the night before. More of a request than a plea. The door creaked, just slightly ajar, and he saw her face appear in the crack.
“I said don’t follow me.”
“Y’know I’m no good at listening,” he gave her a half smile, hoping to defuse the tension and get her to open the door just a bit wider. It worked. The door swung fully open. She stood, arms crossed, in the threshold with a look of pure thunder.
“Go on,” she said, one eyebrow raised, “What do you want?”
Now or never.
Joel got down on his knee. It wasn’t how he pictured it, but then again none of this ever was. Her face dropped and her hands shot to her face.
“What are you doing?”
“Look, I know I’m no good at this soppy shit. I’m not good at anythin’ right now.” He sighed, looking at the ground. “I shoulda done this a long time ago.” He took the box out of his pocket and opened it. His eyes met hers. Tears ran down her cheeks.
“I don’t want you to do this just because I want it. I want you to want it too.”
“Never been more certain, babygirl.”
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filthyjoetini · 4 months
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Stumblin' In
a/n: Part 2! Enjoy! Likes, reblogs and feedback are always welcome. The usual thank you goes out to @barfightzanddiscolightz for taking her time to beta read and edit and giving input <3
warnings: none
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Part 2
Just as you had finally made yourself somewhat comfortable in the unforgiving embrace of the hospital bed, your bladder made itself known once again. Groaning, you pressed the call button for the fifth time in the past three hours. How much can one person piss? Stupid I.V. drip, you thought to yourself.
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When they had first wheeled you into the emergency room, you were quickly surrounded by a flurry of nurses and a doctor. They had palpated your neck and spine as well as the back of your head and damn, did it hurt like a bitch. Because of your reaction to the examination and to be on the safe side, the doctor had ordered an x-ray of your neck, spine, and ribs.
You had immediately been pushed out of the emergency room, down a very long and bright corridor and into the x-ray room. In the x-ray room, you had bravely endured the examination, even squeezing your eyes shut, despite the x-ray technician telling you that nothing would happen. Your inner child, however, was hoping for at least one laser beam. Later, you blamed the concussion for your strange behaviour.
Back at the ER, the doctor had checked your results and fortunately found nothing more than a big bump and that your obvious concussion could be diagnosed. Additionally, they had confirmed what the paramedics had already told you: you would have to stay in the hospital for at least a 24-hour observation, and the worst part of it all was that you were not allowed to eat. So, they had put you on a drip, which fed you all the nutrients and medication directly into your bloodstream. The actual procedure turned out to be a mammoth task. It had taken them several tries to find a vein, and when they finally did, they had managed to pop one, turning your arm all bruised and blue. It looked like someone had twisted your arm.
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“Hi. Do you need to go to the toilet again?”, the nurse asked with a smile, as she stepped into the room.
You nodded and pushed yourself up a little. Immediately, the nurse was at your side, tutting you.
“Dear, I’ve told you not to overexert yourself. I’m here to help you with that. Come on, take my arm.”
You grabbed her arm, and she pulled you into a standing position before taking the IV pole in her other hand and slowly leading you to the small adjacent bathroom.
Once the nurse had brought you back to your bed, you decided to scroll through TikTok, which you got bored with rather quickly. You thought about calling your best friend and your dad again but decided against it. Firstly, because they had both been alerted by the lady at the desk after she had entered you in the system, that you had been admitted to the hospital. You had insisted on giving her both names and phone numbers as emergency contacts and so they had both been waiting for you in your room as soon as ER had transferred you. Secondly, because it was already nearing midnight, and you were sure that they both would be asleep by now.
Before you closed your contact list, you saw it again. The short three-letter name that had only been on the list for a few hours: Joe.
Gingerly, you tapped on the name and a new iMessage chat opened.
Hey...
The three dots immediately appeared, and you almost threw your phone at the wall opposite your bed.
Hi there. How are you?
Blushing, you began typing your reply, your fingers gliding thoughtlessly over your phone’s touchscreen.
I’m fine, all things considered. I have to stay for a 24-hour observation, and I’m not allowed to eat solid food. They have me on a drip, which makes me piss like a horse...
Oh wow. Sorry to hear that 😉
Oh no! Oh fuck. Totally TMI.
Sorry! That was TMI!
Haha. No worries.
Chewing on your lips, you started typing again. You had one burning question to ask him.
OK. Cool. Um. Also. HOW THE HECK DID YOU PUT YOUR NUMBER INTO MY PHONE? DID YOU HACK IT?
Hahaha...do you seriously think I could hack a phone?
Yes?! I mean, it could be your job for all I know!
Hahaha. It’s far from what I do for a living.
Your phone was unlocked. I believe you turned off your auto-lock-thingy or whatever...
You quickly opened your settings, and he was absolutely right, you had it turned off. Snorting, you reopened the chat.
Wow there, IT-God, you were right.
IT-God...good one, Humpty Dumpty.
Stop calling me that!
What else am I supposed to call you. I don’t know your name. You’re Humpty Dumpty in my phone now.
Omg...noooo.
What’s your name, Bambi on ice?
Another one? Is he serious?, you thought with a groan but, quickly let him know your name.
Alright, changed it. See! *attachment*
Smiling at the visual confirmation, you let out a small yawn. Your eyes suddenly became very heavy.
I’m going to get some shut eye, I’m really tired.
Totally understandable. You had a rough day.
Bye Joe x
Bye...sleep tight. Keep me updated. x
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You woke up from what you considered was the worst night’s sleep you had ever had. If it wasn’t the weird position you were forced to sleep in waking you, it was when a nurse would come check on you from time to time or help you when you needed to use the loo for the gazillionth time.
You were relieved when morning finally came. The first thing the nurse did, was to take you off the I.V. That meant no more peeing every 30 minutes. Thank fuck. She even brought you a small, stomach-friendly breakfast and informed you that the doctor would come by to discharge you soon.
Less than an hour later, the pleasant doctor handed you the discharge form as well as a prescription to take to the hospital pharmacy. You hadn’t shown any unusual symptoms which meant that your brain was working as intended. Therefore, the doctor decided that you could leave the hospital early.
Quickly, you informed your best friend and your dad about the good news, and they both asked you if they should come and pick you up. You told them they didn’t need to; you could find your way home just fine. Your dad, in his usual dad-manner, replied with a thumbs-up emoji whilst your best friend sent you the side-eye one. You knew exactly what she meant with it. Girl, if you fall again, I’ll kick your arse.
You chuckled and exited the message feed when another one caught your eye. It was the one you had started with Joe yesterday. His last message taunted you. He had asked you to keep him updated. So, you did.
Hey Joe!
Hey Tumbleina!
Stop it!
I’m being discharged early!
That’s great news! When?
You hurriedly checked your form. It said that you needed to pick up your medication from the in-house pharmacy and that it would be ready for pick-up at 12:45pm, which was in an hour from now.
I’m still waiting for my medication to be ready for collection which won’t be until 12:45...so, I think around 1-ish?
Cool! 👍
Yeah, I’m glad. Can’t wait to crawl into my bed.
I bet. Hospital beds are the worst.
Tell me about it.
Anyway, I thought I’d let you know. Because you were so adamant about it.
Thank you, very considerate of you to keep me, your saviour, in the loop.
You laughed out loud at his reply and responded with a series of laughing emojis before putting your phone down on the bed.
Too hastily, you changed out of your hospital gown and into your clothes. Your dad had brought you an overnight bag with comfortable clothes when he had come to visit you yesterday. However, the quick movement was too much for your bruised body and you hissed in pain. Slow down, you scolded yourself and continued to get ready at a slower pace.
You packed your few belongings into your duffle bag, cautiously slung it over your shoulder, and quickly glanced back to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything.
When you arrived in the lobby, the receptionist asked you to wait in the waiting area until your name was called. Nodding, you sauntered over to the nearest available seat and ungraciously plopped down onto it. You retrieved your phone from your joggers to kill some time. You read the news and played some word-based online games.
You were just about to solve a rather tricky one when your name was suddenly called. Letting out a sigh that you hadn’t really intend to let out, you got up and trudged over to the chemist’s counter. The old lady behind it handed you a small plastic bag with your medication. It was ibuprofen and some sort of gel that you were supposed to rub on your neck and back. How you were supposed to do that yourself was beyond you. You quietly thanked the old lady who gave you a dismissive nod in return.
Slowly, you turned around and walked away from the counter towards the hospital’s exit. You were just checking your next tube connections on your phone when you heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, you saw a man standing by the litter bin, tapping his cigarette into the bin’s built-in ashtray. Why was this man trying to get your attention?
You squinted at him and all he did was stare back at you, with big brown chocolate button eyes. You let out a loud gasp.
“Joe?”
“Hey there, Bambi. Good to see you up and about.”, he chuckled, as he took the last drag of his cigarette.
“What the hell are you doing here?”, you asked in complete bewilderment, entirely ignoring his nickname for you and taking quick steps towards him.
Putting out his cigarette, he let out another chuckle.
“Well, I thought I could take you home...you know, make sure you don’t stumble over your own feet and fall again.”
“What makes you think I don’t have a ride home?”, you inquired, your hand now on your hip and his smile instantly began to falter.
“Oh shit! I didn’t think of that! Do you?”
“Nah.”, you giggled and he visibly relaxed, but his cheeks already held a red, embarrassed tint. “My dad and bestie asked me if they could come pick me up, but I declined.”, you continued. “It’s only a couple stops on the tube.”
“A few stops too many, if you ask me.”, Joe concluded, back on his confidence-track. He took a few steps towards you and held out his arms to you. “Let me accompany you home.”
“Fiiiine.”, you groaned, rolling your eyes and eventually linking your arm with his. “You’re insufferable.”
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Your 20-minute ride home was the most eventful tube journey you had ever had. Joe made sure you held on to every railing, and if there wasn’t one available, his arm. He fussed over you like an overprotective boyfriend, which made your cheeks flush a little. No, you gotta stop thinking like that. He’s just helping!, you reminded yourself, shaking your head to get rid of those intrusive thoughts.
Still arm in arm with Joe, you exited the tube station closest to your block of flats and led the way down the street towards it.
“This is me.”, you announced, suddenly shy as you began to slow down your pace. Joe smiled down at you and let go of your arm.
“Nice house.”, he looked up at it. It was anything but nice. It was one of those ugly buildings straight out of the seventies and most of its residents had lived there since the beginning.
“Ah...it’s nothing. Most of my neighbours are elderly people. I basically live in a retirement home.”, you chuckled lowly, and Joe’s grin grew wider.
“Could be worse.”, Joe determined. “You could have a funeral parlour on the ground level.”
You gave him a puzzled, questioning look.
“Not that I have a funeral parlour in the building I live in.”, Joe clarified, giggling softly. “I just think that’s worse than living with the elderly.”
“You’re very strange, Joe.”, you snorted, shaking your head again.
“I’ve been told that before.”, he smiled broadly and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets.
“Hmmm...”, you hummed, glancing quickly at him. His eyes were fixed on your face, and you quickly averted your gaze.
“Uhm...thank you.”, you started, blushing once more. “For helping me yesterday and bringing me home just now. I really don’t know how I could make it up to you.”
“Hmmm...”, he copied you. Wanker. Then his face lit up like a thousand suns. “You know what? You could make it up to me by going on a date with me.”
Snorting, you threw your head back in laughter and rolled your eyes at him. When you looked at him again you saw him looking at you with anticipation. His big puppy eyes on full display. Fuck.
“Aaaalright. I’ll go on a date with you.”, you relented. How could you not? He could ask anything of you with those fucking adorable eyes.
“Brilliant!”, he replied, grinning from ear to ear, pulling you into his arms. Stunned, you wrapped your arms around him as well. He smelled just like he had yesterday: so damn good. Who needs air when you could live off his smell?
When he, too soon for your liking, pulled back a little, he winked at you and said: “I’ll let you know when and where.”
Gently, he let go of you completely and you nodded in agreement, head still too wrapped up in his scent to give him a vocal response.
“Shall I help you upstairs or are you good?”
“Huh?...”, you questioned, not quite hearing what he had said but since his thumb was pointing at your door you assumed you knew what was asking.
“Oh...uhm. I’m good. Thanks though.”, you smiled and slowly stepped towards the entrance of the house.
“Perfect.”, Joe said with a nod and slowly took a few steps back. “I’ll text you.”
“Yeah, alright. Let me know, when you get home.”, you requested without thinking, whilst rummaging through your duffle bag. Then you saw it, his trench coat. Before he could respond to your demand, you gasped and shouted:
“Joe! Wait!”
“Huh?”, he questioned, swiftly turning around and walking back to where you were.
“Your coat!”, you clarified, pulling it out of the duffle bag. Luckily, for once, it wasn’t accompanied by its other contents which would have spilled out all over the floor any other day.
Joe looked at you, confusion evident on his face but then he saw you pull out the familiar fabric and he suddenly remembered.
“Oh right! I gave it to you.”, he chuckled, and you carefully placed the coat in his outstretched hands, “Thank you.”
“It’s nothing.”, you dismissed him with a polite smile, “you asked for it back and I gave it back.”
Your pathetic attempt at indifference didn’t go unnoticed and it made him grin from ear to ear. Then he skilfully threw the coat over his shoulder and took the three steps down the stairs backwards, eyes locked with yours
You put your key in the lock and opened the door, bashful eyes on his now slowly retreating figure.
“Joe…let me know when you’re home, yeah?”, you repeated your request, just loud enough for him to hear.
“Will do. Bye, Bambi.”, he returned, almost shouting as he waved at you.
“Bye Joe.”, you called back, louder than him, rolling your eyes at his repeated use of the new nickname he had given you. Giggling, because to be honest, you thought the name was very cute, you entered your house and gently closed the door behind you.
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ilikepjo24 · 7 months
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I just had the weirdest interaction with an anti...
The funny thing is that this anti didn't try to personally offend me, they were just really really stupid. And not the typical kind of stupid, where they don't understand human decency or feelins, but the kind of stupid were they don't understand the difference between fiction and reality, but on a whole new level.
It was the comment section of a TikTok video connecting sad quotes to characters from atla, and Azula was in some of them, so they were Azula fans in the comments, and I saw the comment of a mutual and we started talking about how we don't understand how people can hate her and wish her death when she's just fourteen, how people chant "monster" and then pretend it's not monsterous of then wish torture upon a child.
And this random ass person comes in there and asks me, and I quote, "if she killed your family u would still defend her?"
And I was like... "Wat? 😀"
Cause what did this have to do with anything?
First of all, Azula never killed anyone's family. She tried to kill Aang, but he has no family, cause, well, you know, genocide, and she tried to kill Zuko but Zuko's her family, not the antis. And she was also unsuccessful both times.
Also, I can guarantee you she didn't kill the family of any anti, cause she's fictional and the antis are real life people, so why was this bitch acting as if Azula had personally killed her family and this is the reason why she was a hater? What is this now, Batman complex?
All in all, my answer to the question is yes.
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biscuitsngravie · 7 months
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Closer
Choso x Reader Shotgunning fic, suggestive
wc: 2112
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You giggle to yourself as you scroll through yet another TikTok video on the couch. As you adjust to fold your legs behind you, it welcomes your movement, hugging you close in its plushness. Every time you sit in it feels like the first time, the smooth velvet feeling just as new as the day it arrived. On the occasion you kick your past self in the ass for arguing with Choso about it being “too much,” to which he interpreted as a criticism on the style and not the price tag that had more numbers on it than a lottery ticket. Though nowadays you happily indulge in every luxury offered to you without hesitation at all. 
“Breaking news—” you scroll past the video without much of a thought. Everything is “breaking news,” these days, and the range is vast. Either a dog found a lost child or another life-altering tragedy has struck the masses, and your mental health cannot take the risk right now. Your eyes flicker to the top of the screen. He’s late again. A large exhale accompanies a small stretch as you settle back into position, preparing yourself for the—
“Hey, I’m home.” 
Fuck. 
“Hey, bae!” you call back, trying to act casual. “How was work?” time travel doesn’t exist. It can’t, because if it did, you would’ve traveled back in time to kick your own ass before asking that stupid ass question. 
Work was shit. It’s been shit for the past few weeks. You both knew that exceptionally well which is why you haven’t asked about it in a while. It’s either unhelpful, noncommittal grunts or the inevitable venting and occasional crying session. You’d never shame him for expressing his feelings, quite honestly you appreciate it. But with recent events, it’s the equivalent of someone asking if you’re fine on a day you are most definitely, absolutely, positutely not. 
Though it does make you happy that he’s comfortable letting his walls down around you. For the most part anyway. To be quite fair, you’re not sure if he has the capacity for them sometimes. While most relationships must cross the hurdle of trusting and learning, Choso’s issue has often been “being.” 
He’s lived as a curse for over a hundred and fifty years. It’s unfathomable to you how the transition to personhood would even begin. Wikihow holds many things, but a tutorial on that, it does not. While you both understand that separating his being so starkly between the two components of his being is not ideal, it’s still endearing to see him engage in his more human nature.
With that it’s been feeling emotions beyond the protectiveness and care he has for his brothers, understanding its complexities and the nuances of it all. It’s been learning how to put it in words and understanding that not all of them can be. It’s been a series of you doing your best to explain to him why certain things made you feel the way you did, and why others did not invoke much emotion at all. It’s so much for something you’ve never had to think much about at all, but seeing him try is something that captures your heart every time. 
You reach over to the side table on your right, opening the small compartment to pull out the emotion card pack. It has ones that start on basics like, “happy, mad, sad,” and so on, and progressively addresses more complex ones. It’s been very useful these past few weeks. 
You can hear his boots hitting the ground with thuds you can lightly feel through the flooring. He’s mad. Really mad.
The shoes hit the ground in carelessness. He stands in the archway at the entrance of the house, while you await quietly in the sitting room. Though every movement is amplified in volume as it bounces off the ridiculously high ceilings. You can hear him take off his outer coat, unzipping it carelessly and hearing the zipper jangle as he tosses it to the ground. His footsteps become a lot quieter as he finally joins you. Wordless. 
“Hey,” you try again, your voice soft and inviting. You put your phone down and get up to wrap your arms around him. He puts his hand out to stop you, and you quickly sit back down. He doesn’t even look in your direction as he makes his way to the wing chair to the left of the couch you’re in, plopping down in his full weight. 
“Do you wanna talk about it?” you offer carefully.
“You got a blunt?” he asks, glancing at the side table near his seat. 
Oh he’s mad mad.
“I can roll one for you.” a grunt of approval is all you need before you get everything out. Though the initial hand in your face used to have you briefly wonder who he thought he was in the past, after hearing what went on in the personal wreck room you two shared, you began to understand that this was only for your protection. 
As you fill the grinder you can’t help but wonder what transpired. Part of you is curious as to what would put him in this foul of a mood, but another part of you wants to give him the space until he’s ready. Since embracing his more human side, getting a job was a little… difficult to say the least. After a few failed attempts at customer service, he eventually decided to go into the world of jujutsu sorcery. 
Sometimes you wonder if it was a mistake.
First was the issue of his classification. Was he a curse? A sorcerer? An abomination? Both of you hated that he had to “choose.” Neither of you brought up his youngest brother, but wondered if he’d had a similar upbringing if anyone would ask him questions like these at all. 
Next was the issue of the workplace and workload. He often went out on missions on his own as a special grade… something. This was mostly fine, but on the occasional pairing or team assignment, “less refined,” sorcerers you’d say, would make all their reservations about him known. They’d shamelessly inquire about things you couldn’t fathom asking of anyone, all while cowering behind him when shit hit the fan. 
The conversation on how he feels “exorcising” cursed spirits for a living was left between him and his therapist. 
It was days like these that left him in the foul mood he’s in right now. 
As you go through with wrapping up, you see him take his ponytails out, making your heart skip a beat. You shamelessly oggle him as he removes his vest and drops it on the floor beside him. He then takes his upper half out of the robe and leans back a bit, sighing. You trace his body with your eyes, going over every rise and divot of his abdomen and chest. His hands swallow the ends of the armrests and you’re just imagining them around your—
“You done?”
“Huh?”
“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear,” he says flatly, head thrown back. He spreads his legs to get more comfortable. He flips one hand palm up, waiting. 
Choso is kind. Choso is sweet. He is gentle and he is patient. He’s also hot as fuck when he is not. 
You will yourself to focus, placing the blunt in his hand when you’re done. It almost looks comically small. Once he holds it properly you light it and sit back down on the couch. He’ll talk when he’s ready. 
You watch the end light up as he takes a drag, his chest slowly rising and falling as he does. You sigh to yourself as you really mentally punish yourself for all of the unhinged thoughts that are racing through your head right now. Hell, speaking of head—
“Did you see the news?”
“Hm?” you perk up and away from your delusions. 
“You heard me.”
Your chest starts to heat up. “Uh, no. Did it—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupts before taking another long drag.  He puffs out small circles to entertain himself before blowing the rest out his nose. He’s quiet like that for a bit, slowly coming down as he reaches his high. 
Once you realize your own breaths have become short, you decide to stop being such a whore and go back to watching your For You Page. You don’t get two videos in before he connects his own phone to the surround sound system, just loud enough for you to not hear your own phone. You sigh in slight annoyance and get up to go get your earbuds.
As you return you see him facing forward now, hair caging his face. Through his strands you can see his blood mark now extending down his face, points extending from the lines like barbed wire. Something inside of you cowers ever so slightly — not in fear, but as a natural reaction once realizing you’re prey. 
He points in between his legs without a word, his head hung low as he looks up at you ever so slightly. Your legs obey him almost instinctively before you can think about it, placing you gingerly between his thighs. You seiza style, looking up at him. If your heart weren’t so loud in your ears you’d be able to hear the lyrics of the song that’s just started. 
You let me violate you.
A smirk tugs at his lips briefly before  letting his face drop back down. He runs his hand down the side of your face, his callouses feel almost featherlight the way he’s touching you. His hand trails down to your shoulder, playing with your spaghetti strap top. He snaps it against you once. Twice.
You let me desecrate you.
He blatantly oggles your chest for a moment. You can see the gears turning in his head and try to even your breathing, feeling your head fill with fantasies of your own. 
You let me penetrate you.
Maybe it’s just your imagination, but he slightly shifts after that line, his thighs tensing ever so slightly. You keep your hands in your lap as you wait, trying not to bite your lip to give away your anticipation. 
You let me complicate you.
He brings his hand back up to your hair, massaging your scalp through short, coily hair. You’d recently gotten a summer cut and he couldn’t seem to ever keep his hands out of it. It feels soothing enough though, causing you to lean into his touch. You let out a soft moan as if to disguise it as being conjured from the innocent touch and not the mess happening in your underwear right now. Your eyes close to let you focus on the sensation, or rather, many sensations. 
He gets closer, caging you between his thighs just a bit. His fingers entangle themselves in your hair and guide your head’s movements, causing you to open your eyes. You can feel your nails dig into your palms as you try to resist grabbing him right then and there. He hasn’t closed the distance between you two, but his presence is almost overwhelming. 
He scrunches his nose to sniffle for a moment before saying a single word. “Open.”
By now your nipples are definitely poking through your shirt, throbbing and need for attention, as well as other parts of you. You shift a little to get even the slightest bit of friction to no avail, and listen without question. You open your mouth and watch as he takes another drag before bringing his face ever so slightly closer. Not close enough in your opinion. He pulls your head back and blows the smoke into mouth, nice and slow. With a brief view before he brings you all the way back, you catch his hooded eyes and nearly moan at the sight. You sit still and take it all in, swearing the warmth is from the smoke and not the primal desire you have for him. 
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
He pulls your head down and gives a noncommittal chuckle with a fleeting smirk, only to return to his default “bored” looking expression. “Good.”
I wanna feel you from the inside.
He leans back in his chair, bringing the blunt to his lips again. “Choso—”
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
He brings his hand up to stop you before you finish.
My whole existence is flawed. 
He pats his lap — an invitation you desperately take, already feeling that he’d been holding back just as much as you with a swelling on his thigh.
You get me closer to god.
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this is my second ever character x reader fic, but i like this one wayyyyy better! i hope someone enjoys, it was a lot of fun!
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tk5150 · 2 years
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Madonna/Whore Complex
I was scrolling through Tiktok and saw this Madonna/Whore complex and thought to research it...it was interesting. There's a hidden message please enjoy...oh btw leave a heart if you got the hidden message
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Sitting in the kitchen looking at the clock above the stove it's three in the morning. You're wondering where Keigo is?  Shaking with anger wondering if he is with her. You know about the affair, how couldn't you not know? He confessed to you a couple of nights ago. When you questioned him why the sex was so bland? You had lunch with your best friend and, she talked about some wild sex she had “last night, I finally got to experience the sub/dom…and, it was so exhilarating, you should try it with Keigo,” she said and she gave you food for thought. That night in bed you suggested spicing up the intimacy with your husband, but he refused. He just plain out refused to do the things that he wants to do in bed with you. Out of frustration you sat back up in bed and asked him "if there was something wrong with you?" and he caressed your cheek and said "no, you're perfect…your my wife and the mother of my children, and I find peace in you" You glared at him hearing those words from his mouth ‘you are his peace’, what about you? Where is your peace? Every day you get up earlier than him, set the kids' school clothes out, cook breakfast, wake your kids and husband up, and see them off. You start your day by cleaning, getting something out to defrost for dinner, and waiting until your kids arrive, then helping with homework until it's time to cook. After dinner, that's the time of night you despise—the wait. You keep on looking back at the confession of your husband and feel so disgusted at his calm and nonchalant manner. You looked at him and wondered if he had any feelings for this woman that he was intimate with and, if you are desirable because at this moment you felt so ugly. Looking up at the bedroom door, you softly plopped your arm on your face to cover your eyes. You felt so much shame and disappointment. You kept wondering if there was such a woman in his life to satisfy him and that the lovemaking you and Keigo shared was so sweet and gentle but so damn boring. Can you grow to accept what he is doing to you, to your family?
Getting up in the morning you dragged yourself to the bathroom to prepare for the day. You took a good look at yourself. You once again went to the kitchen and started breakfast for the kids, went into their rooms, and got their clothes ready for school. You had to keep some semblance of life to keep your children in the dark because you read in a magazine that children naturally blame themselves if their parents' divorce and you can’t have that in their lives. You took a deep sigh and looked at the coffee brewing. Facing the long hallway, knowing you had to wake Keigo up before the kids. You dragged yourself to your shared room and woke up Keigo, what you wanted to do was slap the shit out of his stupid sleeping face but, you refrained from doing that considering that you didn’t want to start a big commotion in front of the children then you proceeded to wake up the kids. The morning went normal with normal routines. Keigo knew that you were keeping up with this facade for the sake of the children and deep down inside you were so depressed. Once the kids went to their room to get ready for school all Keigo said was “I’m sorry y/n…we can talk tonight after the kids go to bed” then he proceeded to walk back into the shared room to get ready for work. 
He kept on justifying himself to y/n saying that he is a man and men need things that they can’t do with their wives and he has always treated y/n with love, spoiling her with trips and shopping sprees. He just can’t picture y/n as a sexual being. Ever since she had given birth to his first child he couldn't even see y/n’s pussy, don’t get him wrong he knew that y/n has a very pretty pussy but, he just couldn't be with her. When he first met y/n, he knew that she was the one that he was going to marry and have children with but, he just couldn’t see her as anything else.
 And, yes he made love to her in fact, their sex routine was regular. It was…it was just the plain foreplay…you know rubbing your clit until you're wet then poke, poke–it was vanilla. Sometimes you wished that there were some different positions, maybe, some tongue play. But, it was just the plain missionary style. He never understood why you grew frustrated with everything,  he rolled on top of you. Once you mentioned that you wanted a different position but, Keigo, justified doing it missionary cause he wanted to see your beautiful face the moment you reached orgasm. Sometimes sex was cut short due to your children sometimes they wake up early and make noise. One Friday night when Keigo came home early, you walked out in a corset and high heels looking scrumptious, you even tried some heavy makeup you don't normally do, and you even tried to be dominant. But, he didn’t like this side of you because he knew that he had to realize that you are a sexual being plus his cock was flaccid no matter how much you tried to suck him off. He profusely apologized, he knew that he hurt your feelings, and he made you feel like you were not wanted that night. That night after that debacle you went back to the bathroom, took off that sexy number, washed all the makeup, and went back to bed quietly while Keigo observed you pitifully. After that, you just lost hope and just went on your regular vanilla sex routine. You thought about that night and boy oh boy you cringed within yourself. It wasn't that you felt foolish, it was because he wasn’t sexually aroused when you tried to spice it up in bed. Have you gotten used to the normal routine? Every day the affair went on and every day you kept on questioning yourself and that day you had to learn to accept it.
Until one night you snapped. That morning when the alarm went off you got up and turned to see Keigo sleeping and glared at him with so much hate that when your feet hit the floor the devil would say "shit! She's awake!". You decided fuck it and like every day you changed the routine. You didn’t cook breakfast, you didn’t get the kids' clothes ready for school, you woke up Keigo and said that you need a day off. You took the keys from his nightstand along with your wallet and left for the day. You needed to get away for the day, you needed some time for yourself. you walked to the car and heard the balcony door slide open. “Where are you going? I need to go to work,” Keigo whispered loudly, trying not to wake up the neighbors. You stopped and looked up. “I need some time away from you…you need to get the kids ready for school, please fly to work…I’ll be home when the kids get off,” you said to Keigo. That moment you decided not to take any kind of shit from Keigo hell NO. You got in the car, took a deep breath, and start the car. Hearing the engine roar you smiled because you had a notion that you wanted to live again. Every day you slowly lost yourself because of the mundane routine you had to execute every single damn day. No, no you think it's time for yourself. After all, you have never been selfish, and you think it's high time to be selfish. 
You looked at your phone it's 8 in the morning and you had 3 missed calls and 2 texts, all from Keigo. You had no desire to answer his messages, you chucked your cell phone in the back of the car and smiled. 
Flying to work, Keigo was stressed. Y/n finally snapped, he thought to himself. He knew he fucked up when y/n finally drove him crazy with those silly ass questions. Sighing, Keigo pulled out his phone and dialed y/n's number, and sighed harshly when y/n didn’t answer. Might as well let her burn whatever steam she has…she is probably going to spend my money. He took flight, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted the other woman.
Keigo 7:30 am: hey babe, need to cancel tonight, wtf you told y/n? She's starting to get ideas
Uraraka 7:45 am: nothing in particular, just our recent escapade
Keigo 7:46 am: WTF! 
Uraraka 7:47 am: don't worry babe, she doesn't know it's you, BTW are you deleting our messages? 
Keigo 7:50 am: of course, I delete these messages. She knows I have a woman but, she doesn't know it's you. Let's keep it that way I don't want to hurt her any more than I did.
Uraraka 7:55 am: Yeah, but if you would've taken my advice nothing like this would've happened! All you had to do is fuck her the way she wanted!
Keigo 8:00 am: whatever. Gtg.
He deleted all the texts and landed on the agency's roof. Shit. 
Y/n pulled up to Starbucks. You always get a coffee there when you have the chance and it was nil to none. When you grabbed your coffee, you stumbled upon Izuku. A little startled you almost dropped your coffee, quickly Izuku apologized not noticing it was y/n until he looked up.
"Hey, y/n…long time no see…how have you been?"
"I'm good…I had lunch with your wife the other day" y/n said while taking a sip of your Iced coffee.
"Oh yeah, she told me about it," he smiled.
"I gotta go…I don’t want to miss a clothing sale…tell Ochako hi" you waved while walking to the car. You wanted to cut the conversation short because Ochako told you every sexual detail and you didn't have any clue if he knew. You walked towards your car when you heard your phone ring in the back seat of the car, you knew who was calling you and you could care less.
for a moment you felt a sense of remorse but it quickly went away when you recalled his confession. You are not a violent person but God only knew you wanted to punch him. You huffed and drove to the one place you always escaped when you had problems when you were a young girl. You went to the mountains where your parents' cabin was and pulled up to the side of the cabin. Your parents always maintained the place because they knew that you loved it there. You rolled your eyes when you got out of the car. You opened the back seat of the car, pulled out the cellphone you chucked, and started to dial Keigo.
“Y/n? where have you been? Are you coming home?” Keigo questioned while grabbing lunch. 
“I’m calling you to let you know that I am spending some time alone for a couple of days,” y/n answered.
“Are you fucking joking y/n? who’s going to be there for the kids? I’m at work babe,” he whispered over the phone harshly so that his sidekicks wouldn't hear him. 
“I think it’s high time you take care of the kids…since you have time to be a fucken man whore with some bitch…you have time to take care of the kids…bye,” y/n hung up feeling triumphant. You sauntered to the cabin and opened the door. Smiling cause you finally have some time off from the kids and time off from that fuck face, you stepped into the cabin. 
“FUCK!” Keigo yelled out. He didn’t care who heard him, he was very pissed at y/n how dare she! how dare she just spring this on me. 
“Is everything okay Hawks?” one of his sidekicks questioned breaking Keigo’s train of thought.
“Oh…yeah…I just need a few days off. m’sorry last minute plans…ya know the wife,” he chuckled trying to hide the frustration. He gave the award-winning smile then turned around and started to walk towards the exit. His smile started to fade as he took flight, he knew exactly where you were. He took a look at his phone looking at the time to see if he had time to go to the cabin and try to convince y/n to come back home. That's it they will have a talk he was sure he would convince her to come back home and maintain their married life. He was flying towards the cabin when he spotted his car, he landed in front of the cabin. He was in denial, he didn’t want to accept the fact that the moment that he confessed. That you had no desire to stay in this marriage, Keigo frowned looking towards the cabin. He loved her but not in the way she expected him to love her.
Walking up to the door, the door slammed open abruptly. Startled, Keigo looked up at a tearful y/n.
"What do you want? What part of I need time alone do you not understand? Well, your here…come in" y/n said in disgust.
Surprised at y/n's demeanor, he walked in and took a seat. "Y/n, baby…you know I love you…I just," Keigo was interrupted.
"Ten years…ten fucken years…Keigo I'm done. I'm done doing whatever this is!" Y/n yelled at him.
“Y/n…be reasonable…this is not you babe…we’re married…have children, we have a life together, and you want to end things just like that?” he said.
“Are you joking right? you ended things the moment you brought another woman into our…well at least I thought out marriage!” you yelled at him.
“I’m sorry y/n…I just…I just can’t see you in that way, babe. Why can’t you just accept that fact…don’t I take care of you and the kids? have I treated you right?” Keigo questioned.
“No…no, I can't accept that! yes, we are married, and, yes we have children…but, what’s the point of having an unhappy marriage with a husband that doesn’t find me desirable? Fuck Keigo, I just can’t…I have needs too…so by your logic I should find a man who can satisfy my sexual needs? who knows maybe…just maybe they can save our failed marriage” you retorted back.
Keigo didn’t like your response. “What?! no…no y/n, I can satisfy you!” he yelled out of anger.
“It doesn’t feel good, does it? it doesn’t feel good to hear your spouse say things you said to me does it? besides, the moment you confessed whatever your doing was the moment that I cannot go on with this marriage,” you shakingly said to Keigo trying to hold back the second round of tears. “No, Keigo, I think it’s time to end this marriage…there is no love anymore,” you added and asked him to leave.
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mywitchcultblr · 2 months
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"I dont support it in real life!"
Then why write about it? If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume? Then why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult you want to see a fictional minor (that mind you, is usually designed to resemble an actual child) depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life? You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones? Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not? I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits... And also no, I am not talking about 18 y/os finding 17 y/os attractive. Use your brain. Creating content of underaged characters is still questionable regardless of age, however.
My man I haven't even been active for a while and doesn't post anything or reblog other than shit post. Also you inserted points about loli content it seems. I never talk about loli and shota. I don't see the appeal myself but I would rather scroll down and filter the content for my own comfort than picking a pointless waste of time fight with people...
The ONLY thing lately that I post that got to do with survivors using fandom to cope is my support for abuse survivors who likes ascended Astarion. Are you using the straw man argument of "what about children" to shit on them???
"why write about it." If a survivor wanted to write something for coping it is VALID. "Why post it where people can see?" Tags exist my man, you filter your own homepage content.
Also when did I talk about minors in media?
Yeah people like you would just go immediately saying "you like minors are you? You are a pedophile" to someone who doesn't have any interest to harass people and accuse them of doing IRL harm with no proof because using "what about children?" Argument is an effective way to get people behind your outrage. Because if people doesn't immediately jump into the ban wagon they are afraid that they'll be falsely accused as a pedo as well...
If this ask is over ascendant astarion, you are stupid for keep picking a fight with the fans and accuse them of supporting abuse. If this pro ship vs anti ship thing please go outside, losing your mind over shipping is DUMB as well
Sorry I'm not a loser who spend my time online on Twitter or Tumblr or TikTok policing people over anime girls tits or whatever. I have a life
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You know the classic “Would You Rather” questions… “would you rather visit the past or the future?” “Would you rather revisit a memory or see your life in 50 years?” Anytime I have ever been asked, I have answered past and memory, no hesitation. I have my reasons of course, there’s a lot to the past that interests me. Mostly invention, I’d love to see someone go through the entire process of inventing something. It’s just something that’s always caught my attention and that is my answer whenever anyone asks why. I’d much rather visit an old memory, there are so many that I’d love to relive or watch happen from a 3rd pov. Still, there is a silent knowing in the depths of my mind. The future scares me. My future scares me. There’s this constant, nagging fear that I would see something I didn’t like. This fear that I’m alone. Living 22 years without even the whisper of a relationship. So many firsts that most people experience in their youth that I’ve only dreamed about. First kiss? Nope. Grade school boyfriend? Nope. Fake wedding as a child with the promise of making it a reality? Nope. I’ve never even held hands with a guy. I don’t think anyone has even had a crush on me. That fucks with your head so much. I think I’d rather experience a heartbreak than live with this unbearable fear that I am unlovable.
I can be alone. I can survive alone. It’s all I’ve done, but I don’t want to. I know that I could handle being single with a few cats and be just fine. It doesn’t mean that that’s the preferred option I’d like to take.
There’s this quote that I have been seeing constantly lately. I’m not sure what it’s from or who it’s by. “I’m not going to be loved in this lifetime, am I.” That thought is at the forefront of my mind constantly. It’s stupid. I know it is. I’m well aware that I’m only 22 years old, I have my entire life ahead of me, blah, blah, blah. I know that. But I mean come on?! Growing up, watching all of your friends date, experiencing everything you want, and no one even bats an eye your way. Unless they chose you as the victim of a joke. A bet. A dare. “Hey my friend likes you!” Because for him it’s the most embarrassing thing in the world that he could possibly be attracted to you. I just want to experience romantic love. To know what it feels like for someone to see me and want to be with me.
Why is so easy for everyone else? Why don’t I get to have those same experiences? And will I ever? If you’ve ever seen those sickeningly cute couple TikToks that cut to someone just screaming into their pillow, that’s me, 24/7.
I just want someone to love me as much I love them, maybe even more so. Maybe that’s selfish.
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terf-tea · 8 months
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one thing i think i need to work on that will help me towards practicing real female separatism, is realizing that men quite literally do not think like we do and are generally not worth putting up with. i just came across yet another video on my tiktok fyp of a woman sending her bf to the grocery store with a detailed list AND pictures of what to get, and he was asking her questions before he was even out the door. at this point, we know that it’s weaponized incompetence and not actual stupidity, but it still really confuses me. personally, if i don’t know something, i do my best to learn it on my own. i don’t like feeling like a stupid helpless child who needs other people to hold my hand through a shopping trip. the fact that men practice or even desire to practice weaponized incompetence and view it as some kind of useful tool, in my opinion, reflects some kind of intellectual inferiority. i believe part of being an adult is wanting to learn new things in order to become self-sufficient. who would not want to be self-sufficient to the best of their ability? 
at first it came to mind that he’s the winner and she’s the loser in this situation: she has had to take valuable time out of her day to baby a grown man, and ultimately, he has freed himself from the burden of having to really do the shopping. but actually, he’s the real loser, and so are the millions of men like him. they lack the pride and the drive to get things done on their own. they would rather be viewed as incompetent and incapable than just figure out how to do the grocery shopping, or wash some dishes, or do a load of laundry. they’re willing to be thought of lazy, selfish and clueless just to get out of doing things every adult should be doing! and then women hop on social media to laugh it off. it’s all so fucking pathetic.
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i’ve been following you for a couple weeks now and i just wanted to say THANK YOU for actually providing a nuanced discussion about leon as a character!! i’m relatively new to the resident evil fandom so i’ve unfortunately fallen victim to the mass misinformation being spread, you’ve thankfully guided me in the right direction though!
i especially appreciate your take on ashley on leon because the things people have been saying about them on tiktok is… questionable to say the least. the babying of leon and the infantilisation of ashley is incredibly irritating, i was shocked when i saw someone say he would never date someone in their early 20s due to “the young age reminding him of sherry and therefore making him uncomfortable” 🙄 acting as if leon is a fossilised dinosaur in comparison to ashley lol
The last time Leon saw Sherry, she was 10. She did not have Ashley's giant tits nor her child-bearing hips what the fuck is wrong with people
I always question the um... intentions and character of people who always seem to see pedophilia in everything. Just saying.
I'm glad I could help, anonbro. 🙏❤️
I said this to @ivyial last night that I find it very interesting that the self-appointed Authority in fandom very, very often has people coming into his inbox and referencing me in a "...Do you think maybe she might have a point, though?" way, and I have NEVER gotten the same about him. The most I've gotten is "I saw this and it sounds like bullshit. Is it bullshit or is the canon really that stupid?"
I think there are a lot of people in this fandom who know intellectually that the narrative being pushed about Leon makes absolutely no sense, but they don't want to rock the boat or make waves against the current of common beliefs held around the fandom -- because they're also still new, so they don't feel like they're in a position to say they know better, so it is what it is.
And then they go and ask him for clarification, and his answer legit deadass is "yeah some things in RE just don't make sense and we have to accept that"
And my ass is over here screaming "THEY ONLY DON'T MAKE SENSE BECAUSE YOU KEEP ADDING IN SUPPLEMENTARY BULLSHIT THAT MAKES THEM NOT MAKE SENSE."
But I don't have the reach or the platform he does, so new fans are stuck with their uncomfortable cognitive dissonance of "I know this doesn't make sense or feel right, but authority says it is, so..."
And that sucks.
The line last night was people don't know how RE canon works. Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one who does.
To take every piece of supplementary information and announce it as being canon is so far removed from the reality of how game development in general works. There's no loremaster on dev teams. Things in game stories have to change or get cut all the time because of gameplay contrivances/limitations. Game developers do their best to keep the story and characters in line with the releases that came before the title they're working on now, and that's it.
The sole exception to this is certain Final Fantasy teams, because they release a master lorebook called an Ultimania alongside every release. Square Enix devs refer to the Ultimanias if they continue a storyline into a new game.
Resident Evil doesn't have that, and I would bet every cent I had that there is not a single person currently working in Division 1 that has ever heard of Leon having a backstory involving organized crime or his parents getting murdered. Because it's not in the games, and it's never referenced anywhere outside of a promotional interview released before RE2's release and likely before RE2's story was even finalized.
Dev teams change all the time. People come and go in the industry. This is especially true for somewhere like Capcom. When they sit down to make a new title in a series, all they have to go off of is the game releases that came before. No one is keeping this supplementary shit straight outside of basement-dwelling nerds who think that knowing every little thing a developer or PR agent has ever said is an adequate replacement for having a personality.
Games are also influenced by how well previous titles did in the marketplace and public opinion. Look at what's happening with Aeon. IT IS LITERALLY GETTING WRITTEN OUT OF THE STORY because it pissed so many people off in RE6, so who the fuck cares what Developer #8332 said about the ship back in 1999? It doesn't matter.
Resident Evil is a product to be bought, sold, and consumed. Things change during development. To take every little remark and interview and third party ad for an airsoft gun (I'm still not over how stupid that was) as canon is asinine and is completely incongruent with the actual fuck real reality of the product itself.
I'm reminded of the very famous Shinji Mikami quote about how, if Resident Evil 4 ever ends up on the PS2, he'd cut his own head off with a chainsaw.
And what ultimately happened?
Words are meaningless. The only thing that happens is what's in the actual product itself. Again: Resident Evil does not have an Ultimania. The story only exists within the games and the CGI movies.
It also makes the entire story make less sense and become even more incoherent than it already is. This supplementary material adds nothing to the story. It only takes things away.
Sorry, I didn't mean to go off on a huge big rant here, but. It really pisses me off that the new people who are coming into the fandom are smart enough to see that the narrative is bullshit but too afraid to speak up about it because of the sheer arrogance of the other voices in the room.
I'm glad you're here, anon. I'm hoping you can help spread the word. Make other newcomers feel more welcome and less crazy.
Side note because I'm not done ranting yet I guess: my favorite new thing is "Leon is blonde but people don't think so because they don't understand tech limitations in 2005" as though the GameCube couldn't render blonde hair -- or even light brown hair. And also as though RE4 was the origination of Leon's character and he didn't have brown fucking hair in every version of RE2 that's ever existed.
For the record, I was setting up and participating in LAN parties before this guy could even hold a controller in his hands, so fuck all the way off with mansplaining hardware limitations to me.
OK IM DONE FOR REAL NOW IM SORRY
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