#also do me a favor and just don't look at the strawberries in the back

[ghouljams]

PLEAAAASEEEEE just a lil knight smooch on the hand, even just a light kiss to her lock of her hair

EVEN JUST LOVE FILLED GLANCES PLEAAAAASEEEEEEE

or maybe medivel konig romance i am so lovesick i wamt to hear fluff aND UR DENYING US WITH GHOST KNIGHT YEARNING

OK but only because I'm really beating this poor princess down in two other asks.

You spend most of your day with Ghost, he's your escort for every outing, your companion for every event. You'd think you'd get tired of seeing him all the time but you never do. You love seeing him, and you think he likes seeing you too.

"Good morning," you smile up at Ghost as he comes near, your favorite part of your mornings.

"Morning," he pulls out the chair next to you, grabbing a thick slice of bread as he sits. You don't even need to ask your maids to set a place for him anymore, don't need to coax Ghost into joining you for breakfast. He leans his elbows against the table and breaks the bread apart between his hands, as he watches you.

"How'd you sleep?" You ask, too casual, he nudges you with his knee. "Did you sleep well?" You try again. He's worse than your old etiquette tutor sometimes.

"Same as usual, were you alright after the-" he pauses, clicks his tongue, like he's annoyed he doesn't have a polite word for it. He doesn't want to say "tantrum" but you know he's thinking it.

"I- yes. Thank you." You stare down at your hands, embarrassed. You're too old to be acting like that. Ghost stares at you a long moment before setting his bread on his plate. He reaches across the table to grab meat and fruit, filling your plate before you can stop him.

"Eat, you'll feel better." He plucks another slice of bread free of its warm basket and butters it. You watch him slide the little silver knife against the crumb and he stops, pointing the utensil at your plate. "Eat," he's not asking you.

You pick up your fork and knife to do as he says. You really don't know why you bother listening to him, you're in charge, not him. It's just that, you sort of like doing what he says, he always looks so pleased when you do. He doesn't even look at you when you take your first bite, but his eyes still smile and you know it's for you. His smiles are only ever for you.

"Good girl," He mumbles, sliding his bread onto your plate, neatly jam and buttered just the way you like it.

"You're free to leave," you tell your maids, glancing at them over your shoulder. You know they're hovering, waiting to refill your tea or bring another plate of food. You also know they're waiting for more information on last night's... fit. Gossips the lot of them. "You've left the pot, if I need more tea Ghost will serve me. Go."

The maids exchange a glance and drop to curtsy before scurrying out. You go back to eating. Ghost waits a beat before removing his mask and serving himself breakfast. You don't bother with glances or peaking at his face, you look. It's your right to look, he's yours after all.

"You're staring," he grumbles. Astute observation, you think with a smile. You know what he means, you spear a strawberry with your fork and pop it in your mouth.

"I'm eating."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," he hums, ignoring you in favor of his own meal. Does he know that you only breach etiquette to hear him correct you? Does he see you behave as a perfect princess for others and think he did that? No, you think he must know you're teasing him.

You set your fork down and reach to wipe away the crumbs that stick to his lip. Ghost catches your hand before you can touch him, his tongue darting out to do what your finger would have. His eyes hold yours, each of you waiting for the other to pull back. You don’t want to.

His lips are so much warmer than in your dream, softer, more substantial as Ghost bows his head to press them against your knuckles. You tilt your head, watching him turn your hand to kiss your palm and the delicate skin of your wrist. He looks at you with every promise in his eyes, and you love him for it.

"Good morning, my lady," he murmurs, holding your hand to his cheek. Your heart clenches, fingers curling against the stubble on his jaw.

"Good morning, my knight." You whisper back. The breath he lets out is almost pained, far too heavy for breakfast. He kisses your palm again, and you almost understand why before he drops it. I love you, you both seem to think at each other, I love you.

#the problem is that every affection they try to give makes the yearning worse #imagine youre so in love with someone and you cant help touching them #but it hurts because you know you cant have them #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #knight!ghost #princess!reader #medieval au #wow this is crazy #sorry it got a little achey at the end there #does this count as fluff? #i feel like i have kinda locked in to angst for the next few days #im writing all the angst for the cowboy outline rn so... its on the brain #also on the brain is wanting to draw ghost with his kids #simon riley #simon riley x reader

[formosusiniquis]

A Steddie / Buckingham comedy of errors of sorts. It goes like this.

Robin thinks Chrissy Cunningham might be her non platonic soulmate. She's smart, a little goofy, observant, seems like a great listener, and after what the rumor mill is saying was a pretty intense summer has really come into her own. It's a shame she went straight from dating Jason to Eddie Munson.

"She said she's working on herself," Steve claims, more in tune with the gossip than she is, "pretty hypocritical of you to say guys and girls can't be friends."

Which is pretty hypocritical of him when she knows he only cares cause he's already planning his wedding to Chrissy's new boyfriend; he needs Eddie to be single otherwise he's pining away for his perfect co-babysitter for nothing.

But it doesn't matter if they are dating or if they aren't or if Chrissy Cunningham with her perfect strawberry blonde ponytail is her soulmate, because her parents keep trying to set her up with some friend of a friend. She needs to do something quick before disaster strikes.

Melissa and Richard Buckley still know how to tie one on, when the occasion strikes. They're parents now, they've settled down some. Given in to the picket fence life, keep their yard mowed so Gayle Collins down the way stops glaring. They haven't done anything really crazy since that weekend they left Robin with Minerva and went to see what that whole Woodstock thing was about. Now they mostly just stick to getting as high as they can and stargazing on the weekends that Robin is off with Steve, a sweet boy kind of a square but the brownie recipe he gave them makes the best edibles.

Melissa can tell her daughter is lonely, she notices a lot of things about Robin that she won't tell them. Richard has noticed that their dealer Eddie has started bringing a friend along with him. Eddie is a sweet boy too, raised well respects his elders something they care about now that they've become them, he is also obviously and fantastically gay. Like all the parents in Hawkins, Richard and Melissa have heard how Wayne Munson has taken in that Cunningham girl after she came back from her trip out of state. Melissa remembers being a vaguely out of control youth and knows that a trip out of state is code for one of two things, and Chrissy doesn't look like she's ever been pregnant. Chrissy seems like a girl who might like their daughter.

Steve would die before he denies Robin just about anything. She is the platonic love of his life, they nearly died together, they've come out together. He's pretty sure as long as he has Robin and his kids he'd be content for the rest of his life, romance be damned.

A sentiment Robin seems to agree with since she wants him to fake being her boyfriend. Obviously, he says yes. Steve is a good boyfriend, he's always been a good boyfriend. He's attentive, great with parents, knows when to keep the pda to a minimum but also knows when to put on a show. He used to be pretty sure that Mr. and Mrs. Buckley liked him. So he's not really sure why they pulled him aside before movie night.

"Your parents hate me."

"There isn't a parent in Hawkins who hates you."

"You mom just asked me if I didn't think it might be better if I found someone more suited to me."

"What does that even mean?"

"It's basically mom code for I think your the worst person my daughter could have brought home. If I had the choice I'd kill you so why don't you do us both a favor and fuck off."

"I don't think that's right."

"Rob, I love you but conversational nuance isn't exactly your thing."

Eddie likes his job. Sure it's technically not honest work, but who knows maybe down the line they'll legalize it. He's getting in on the ground floor, an entrepreneur. Hawkins is surprisingly pro-weed and Eddie is just fine sticking to that after this summer. His favorite customers are the old folks. Like Miss Brenda at the library or the Buckleys. He always brings Chrissy along when he goes out these days, she feels weird staying in the trailer by herself and he likes having her nearby. She puts people at ease.

Except the Buckleys, who seem strangely obsessed with her. They ask her pointed questions about Dorothy, and surely they mean an actual Dorothy, surely the nice middle aged couple aren't trying to figure out if Chrissy is queer. Sure he got some vibes off of Buckley the younger, but that was before she started dating the love of his life. Now he's starting to think his whole gaydar has gone to shit.

Chrissy, a baby gay who has just broken free of the nastiest case of comp het Eddie has ever seen, answer honestly. She doesn't know a Dorothy, is that one of Robin's band friends? How is Robin, she is so sweet. Chrissy just wishes she had more time in the day so they could see each other more. She's dating Steve right, they make just the cutest couple, don't they think?

Eddie can tell Melissa doesn't. A surprise when even Wayne likes Steve Harrington, thinks he's the bees knees. Loaned him a screwdriver or some shit when the guy was over fixing something at the Mayfield place. She smiles though and agrees that Steve is quite sweet, in a tone that Eddie is far more used to hearing used when people are talking about him than about Steve Harrington. He blinks and the next thing he knows Chrissy is agreeing for them both that dinner on Friday sounds lovely; she'll bring a dessert.

Like she's ever baked in her life.

Chrissy Cunningham has had a rough couple of months, but she's settled now. Sure, she had a breakdown so bad in Eddie's trailer that she ended up having to get professional help; but she got that help and a new support system for herself. Really, the only way life could be much better is if she were dating Robin Buckley.

Eddie likes to tease her, calls her a baby gay like she's a wobbly legged deer still figuring things out. She's had eyes on Robin since the fifth grade, when she got her hair cut short to her shoulders the first time and her teeth still had a gap before her braces went on. Steve is a great guy, she's seen him with the group of freshmen that follow him around like ducklings; she's also watching him now and he's spent most of dinner making moon eyes at Eddie instead of his girlfriend.

She doesn't understand how, Robin is a vision. Full of spit and vinegar, she is firecracker mad glaring at her parents across the table. "You really brought him here? I'm dating Steve, can you not accept that?"

A lot happens at once, Chrissy isn't entirely sure what is going on but it feels a lot like a pot boiling over, something left too long unattended.

"We aren't trying to set you up with our dealer," Mr. Buckley said. "You're not exactly his type."

"Chrissy is such a nice girl." Mrs. Buckley tries.

"You said you stopped that," Steve to Eddie, a lethal pout on his lips and downturned eyes.

"Well, I stopped with the kids," Eddie tries, "I gotta pay the bills somehow, sweetheart."

"Chrissy?" If Robin was a vision in her sharp eyed rage, she's radiant in her pink cheeked surprise.

Once the shock, surprise, and comedy wear off Chrissy thinks there will be tears. Robin's parents seem nice. They seem like the kind of parents you confide in and who hold you tight. She thinks about her mom doing something thoughtful, thinks of her quietly accepting who she is and who she loves; and when she can't do that she thinks of Wayne and Eddie and knows she'd cry once they were alone and the theater of it all was over. So she thinks she might need to make the most of her moment while it's there. "I don't want to be a homewrecker," she jokes, something she's picked up from Eddie, "but I think your boyfriend has his eyes other places."

"Boyfriend, what boyfriend?"

"They're showing Clue at The Hawk this weekend, if you want to go with me?"

Robin can't nod her head fast enough.

"Stevie, I noticed you find yourself newly single," Eddie says, sorrow so fake he should rethink his decision to go within 10 feet of the drama department. "If you could bear it, would you want to crash their date make it a double?"

Steve agrees so fast a bit of hair escapes his coif, it falls in a curl at his forehead.

Robin's parents both seem pleased, pleasant smiles that chrissy is becoming more accustomed to seeing on adults now that she resides in the Munson place. "They'll be smug about this forever," Robin confides. Her smile betrays her lack of real dismay.

Chrissy got her girl and her best friend got his boy, so she thinks it's all's well that ends well.

#steddie #steddie fic #buckingham #buckingham st #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #robin x chrissy #steve harrington #steve and robin #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer #robin buckley's parents #am i using comedy of errors correctly? the world may never know #listen somebody deserves good adult authority figures in their life and this time it gets to be eddie and robin #inspired by rebel robin in which its revealed that robins parents are like hippies #i havent read it but ive seen that go around so i have adopted it #fear of coming out still exists even if your parents are chill #no one wants to learn the hardway that that was their line in the sand you know

[mulledcherrywine]

Amalfi (Very small appearance of actress!y/n)

A/N: Okay so fun fact i submitted this as an assignment for an creative writing class but now i’ve reworked it back into a harry fic! I actually rlly like this piece tbh, and i hope u do too <3

also yes the italian is from google translate and is no doubt FULL of mistakes so i sincerely apologize for that one.

They say it’s important to separate fiction from real life. Make sure you understand that the films you watch aren’t gospel, that the romanticization of life, food and travel are pure works of art and that life is far more gruelling in the real world. Well, whoever decided this had clearly never been to Italy in the lull of euphoric summer’s heat, just taking it all in and realizing that what is constructed to be beautiful in our imagination manifests itself even after we take off the rose coloured glasses. 

The early Amalfi sun refracted itself through the dusty windows. You gently rubbed the night's sleep from your eyes, already beginning to feel the city’s energy in your body. The clang of dishes sounded throughout the house,  no doubt it was Harry preparing coffee, something the two of you had admittedly acquired a rather unhealthy fixation for since arriving in Italy. When starting the trip in Milan, the words “Un altro caffè, per favore” (another coffee, please), had practically become reflex. As you made your way into the kitchen, your eyes were met with a rather dishevelled Harry, making a perfect mess of the kitchen.

“Oh, I figured it best not to wake you but ‘pose that was a pipe dream,” he said, leaning over an assortment of kitchen appliances, your fancy new french press looking out of place within all the other rather pedestrian ramekins and charity shop mugs. 

“You didn’t wake me, the sun did,” you said, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking at the coffee he had prepared. 

“The sun did,” he mimicked, “how do you turn everything into something artistic?” he asked, quoting your cheesily poetic telling of the morning. 

“Not sure, learned from you maybe?” 

He hummed in response, a small smirk stretching over his face. It meant more to him than you knew how much he inspired you, and you for him. 

 Walking over to the fridge, you pulled out a small flat of strawberries the two of you had picked out at last night's market. The amount of money you could have spent there was unfathomable. Lush greens piled on checker-clothed tables, fresh fruits and berries, handmade clothes and so many beautiful art pieces. If you hadn’t brought just your little canvas tote along, you probably would’ve left with all of it.  

Picking out a couple berries from the flat, you grabbed a bowl from the sage-painted kitchen cupboards, placing them inside. You had also bought Devon Cream to keep in the house, as it was one of Harry’s favourites, and he probably couldn’t have gone a week without it. You were apprehensive at first to try it, but it was now well ingrained into your daily eating thanks to him. Lastly, you had some sweet bread left over from a few nights ago which made for a perfect breakfast.. After preparing your plate, you walked back to where Harry was to get your coffee. Reaching for the mug, he eyed the slice of bread you had cut for yourself. 

“Oh, it’s fine, please don't strain yourself by cutting me a piece,” Harry joked, adding 2% to his mug. 

“Would you like a piece, Harry?” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Please?” He muttered, jokingly sticking out his bottom lip. You lovingly rolled your eyes, going back to slice him a piece and gently laid it on a dish for him. You handed it over to him, finally taking your coffee and sitting down. 

“Good?” You asked, 

“Always,” He affirmed.

He came over to join you at the table.

“So, darling,” He started, “What’s the agenda today?” 

“I think we should go for a walk, get lost.” 

“There she goes again, I think you must’ve been a poet in another life,”

“I wish,” you scoffed. As much as you liked acting, you did sometimes wish for something a little quieter. To be a writer would be an absolute dream. 

 Harry reached into his pocket, pulling out a little crumpled map he had picked out at a newsstand just yesterday. He skimmed his fingers over the page, landing on a little octopus-shaped square on the map. You thought it was adorable he used the paper map when he could just easily use his phone.

“What about Piazza Flavio Gioia? It’s right by the water, too.” 

“Perfect” you smiled, taking the map from under his hands and looking for yourself. It really was perfect, the water was right next to it, just like he said. On the cab ride in, you could hardly catch a glimpse as your eyes were shutting down from all the travel. Just coming from touring with Harry, filming your new projects and heading here, you could barely take it in.  Now, you’d get to see it with fresh eyes. 

“Well, it would be perfect if you got dressed,” Harry noted, tugging at the silk pants I still had on from being in bed. He was already fully dressed, wearing a white button up shirt and the Bode shorts you had bought him for christmas a few years ago. His white vans were in an absolute state, but you figured he liked those more than anything and it was best not to get him a new pair. 

You sighed and got up from the table, putting your finished plate in the sink and headed for the bedroom to get ready, tiredly dragging yourself there. 

“C’mon, the faster you get dressed the faster we can leave,” he sang, sounding like your mum. You jokingly ran into the bedroom in response, going to quickly dress. As much as you wanted to just stay home all day and eat, drink and look at the sun, you were excited to go out.

It was hot here, but nothing you weren’t totally used to. The weather report had said 26o. In the wardrobe, you had a dress you’d bought back home. It was baby yellow with small roses scattered about the fabric. You had put it aside for some special occasion, should it arise. This felt like just the time. 

You removed last night's PJ’s and draped them over the chair by the bay window. You pulled on the dress, awkwardly stuffing my arms through the tighter parts of its shape. You smoothed out the wrinkled areas and checked in the mirror. This was one of those rare moments where the item you pick out looks just like it did in the dressing room, better even. 

“Ready?” Harry called from the kitchen. 

“Nearly,” you called back, putting two gold hoops into your ears and putting your hair back. You grabbed the ‘Love on Tour’ tote Harry gifted to the whole “team” from the dresser and packed it with all of the essentials. For the day, you’d take your cameras; disposable and professional, a notebook and your wallet. Once completely packed, you threw one of Harry’s button up shirts over the dress and skipped out the bedroom door. Like usual, he was already fully prepared for our day and stood by the door with his own, obnoxiously massive tote bag. 

“What do you think?” you said, doing a little spin in front of him. 

“Is that my shirt?” 

“Hm, don’t know,” you acted. 

“Well, I think you look pretty,” he stated, holding the front door for you to exit, “even though it is my shirt,” he finally said as you passed him into the hallway. You turned your head around and shot him a playful grimace. 

Taking the stairs down, Harry had to take a brief phone call. He spoke in broken Italian but you could barely make out the words “rental” and something about a car being given? Once he hung up, you were just getting to the bottom stair stretch.

“When on earth did you call a car?” you questioned,  “I didn’t even hear you on the phone earlier.” 

“Oh, you must’ve been in the shower.”

“I didn’t shower this morning, I did it last night since I knew we’d be going out today,” you noted, exiting the stairwell. 

“Then I guess you just weren’t listening.” He smiled. 

“Why are you being weird?” I interrogated, glaring into his eyes which were looking nearly everywhere but at me. 

“M’not,” he said, stepping into the lobby of the building and heading for the door, “Just thought maybe instead of a cab you would want to take this instead.” Just then, he jogged a little to the glass front doors, behind which was a baby blue convertible BMW. I pressed open the doors to follow him as he did a sorry attempt at some Bond-like hood slide. 

“How did you-” 

“Magic,” he said, hopping into the driver's seat and adjusting the mirrors. 

“This is like my dream car.” 

“Oh, well I should probably be clear this is a friend’s so, not for keeps.” 

“Doesn’t matter, just to like, be near it is enough, seriously” you dazed, taking it all in, “Thank you, H. This is really cool,” You ruffed the hair around his temple and gave him a small kiss. 

He rounded the car and got into the driver’s side door, you did the same on the passenger's side. 

“Want to be my navigator then, lovie?” He asked, handing you the same map from earlier. 

“Only if I can drive back” You contested. 

“Deal.” 

He put his arm around the back of your seat, pulled out of the drive and made for the day ahead.

#aesthetic #moodboard #pinterest #moodboards #vision board #harry styles #cottagecore #harrys house #cottage living #hs3 #harrystyles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles golden #italian summer #harry styles imagine #actress!yn #actress!reader #harry styles x actress!yn

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Orange Cowboy"

"People wanted HangOrange so I'm giving them it also slight angst"

"God fucking dammit!" Adam said while throwing his phone onto the floor. "Why do they think I abandoned them? I tried to apologize but no! Nothing can swing in old Adam's favor!" he said while almost in tears. He walked into him and Orange's shared bedroom and just dropped onto the bed and curled up into a ball in the middle of the mattress. "I hope Orange doesn't see this, I don't want him to worry about me" he thought as he felt tears streaming down his cheeks.

While Adam was deep in his thoughts and crying his eyes out he didn't notice his tiny boyfriend heard him crying and snuck into their room. Adam then felt arms wrap around his middle and felt Orange's lips gently kissing his neck. "O-orange? When did you..." he instantly went quiet when Orange started kissing the spot behind his ear that always made Adam go red in the face. "I heard you crying and I want to know what made my little cowboy sad" Orange said while wiping the tears off Adam's face. Adam instantly blushed at the nickname. "It's just the Dark Order... they're saying I abandoned them and saying mean stuff to me on Twitter" he says as tears start to fill his eyes again. "I didn't want you to worry about me because you need to focus on your title and I didn't wanna distract you from that" he says as he starts crying again.

He felt Orange's hands cup his cheeks and felt his lips on his. "Adam..." Orange said when they parted. Adam opened his eyes and saw his boyfriends beautiful blue eyes staring back at him and for a moment Adam felt like he was falling into those beautiful blue pools. "You're more important to me than that stupid title and if something is bothering you then you can tell me at any time" Orange says while kissing both of Adam's cheeks. "About the Dark Order... you didn't abandon them, you were just trying to find where you belonged at and they're fucking butthurt about it so they're lashing out on you which isn't right because you're the most sweetest, kindest, most amazing person in the world" he said which made Adam blush.

Adam wiped the few remaining tears off his face. "You really think so?" he said which earned him a kiss from Orange. "I know so, now how about we do something to make you feel better and get your mind off the bullshit hmm?" Orange said with a smile. "O-ok" Adam said as he watched Orange go to their bathroom and grab a hairbrush. Adam sat up while Orange sat behind him and he instantly relaxed when the hairbrush went through his soft blonde curly hair.

He was so relaxed getting his hair brushed until he felt something that smelled like peanut butter start hitting his mouth. "What are you doing babe?" Adam asked with a confused face. "I'm trying to feed you a Nutty Buddy cause that's your favorite comfort snack" Orange said while eating an orange flavored cupcake. Adam laughed while he just opened his mouth and let Orange feed him the snack. Orange kept on feeding Adam the snacks while also brushing his hair when Orange gave Adam a weird drink in his favorite coffee mug.

"Ummm... what's this?" Adam said while looking at the strange liquid in his cup. "I call it an Orange Cowboy which is orange juice topped off with strawberry juice and I added a little cowboy hat accessory to your drink" Orange said with a smile. Adam tasted the drink and it felt like fireworks went off in his mouth. "Holy fuck this is good! Now I know why you like orange juice so much!" Adam said which made Orange blush. "I'm glad you like it and I'm extra glad you're feeling better" he said while hugging Adam. "Thank you so much for doing this Orange, you don't know how much I needed this" he said while hugging Orange back. "Cowboy, I'll do this as many times as you want because I love you so much" Orange said then he kissed Adam deeply. Adam never felt more loved then he did in this moment. "I love you too Orange! I'm glad I have you in my life" Adam said while kissing Orange back. Orange was glad he could make his cowboy feel better and make him forget about that asshole faction while Adam was glad that he was loved by the most extraordinary man he's ever been with.

#HangOrange #hangman adam page #orange cassidy #aew wrestling #rarepair doughnut #i cried writing this

[musigrusi]

More random Headcanons of 141

And since I'm a horse girly, we gon add unnecessary amounts of equines (including my own)

Soap is the kinda guy who would love animals like no other, but with the same amount of knowledge as a chicken has about being a shark, you get me?

Ask the man to feed a cat, yES he will do so, but don't be surprised when you find the cat eating pizza.

Bestie says he would be the second half to my demonic stallion (I agree wholeheartedly)

While Soap and my good-for-nothing horse (his name is Legolas by the way... I *had* hopes when I named him... not anymore) would be partners in crime by unintentionally causing the most chaotic of accidents, baby stallion (whose name was almost Hades but I changed it to Leviathan) and Soap would *intentionally* cause the most chaos fathomable to the laws of physics.

Ghost, man... I would put him in a horse therapy group. You know what you do during equine therapy sessions?

You pet them

You brush them

Sometimes you go on a quick spin on them (definitely am not bitter that my family didnt put me in an equine therapy program as a kid, not me, not at all)

Ghost has a handful of cats he just randomly collects from the side of the road too. They got their own cat room, cat TV, couch, a bazillion cat beds in all shapes and forms and... indoor grown, well trimmed cat grass.

Gaz... I feel like he's one of those guys that like animals but dont seek them out? But when they befriend one, it's for LIFE and they will do anything for em?

Which makes him best friend material for dumbass Leggy (or the very pissy matriarch of my collection, Titan)

Rudy has a Banana Ball Python he named "Pasta". Alejandro is deadly afraid of her while Valeria is besties with her (it started off as her befriending danger noodle out of spite for Alejandro but turned into a true and beautifully sinister friendship).

Graves' grandpa is an old farmer and the brat defo helped him out on the ranch before. Boy is a proper cowboy.

And for that exact reason I would dare him to work with Titan (my pissy mare).

Dude will either become her new favorite human or learn physics like never before. 20/80, not in his favor.

I'd put Shepard on her too, especially when she's in one of her shitty moods. Couple that with his old values of "you break em and build em back up" and you got his death reciept guaranteed.

Alejandro loves cows. He wants a full ranch of em for the sole purpouse of cuddling, grooming and petting. I'm also feeling like he would be slightly intimidated by horses (lol especially the pissy one, who isnt tho. Also not helping that if he would be introfuced to mine... well I only have giants, no ponies or normally sized horses around my stables) so he'd either play farmer with a trusty old quad, should he ever settle down. Or he would get a sturdy lil Quarter pony, maybe even a Mustang (I totally see him as one of those "Wendy" girls, "wE hAvE suCh A StRoNg CoNNeCtIoN" those chicks? yeah he is one of em and he defo watched the movie Spirit, then went out and bought a Buckskin/Dun Mustang and named him Spirit too)

Since we're on the topic of "what horse do they ride", here's my own list: Alejandro and his sturdy lil Dun/Buckskin Spirit

Graves would ride his Gramps' old strawberry roan bronc named "Bob" who's probs been considered old before Graves was even born and yet he's still going strong

Shepard, god I hate this guy, he gets a good old American Saddlebred, Chestnut, constantly looks like she's on the acid trip of her life (I find saddlebreds' expressions so fucken entertaining, 10/10) and her name is "Sandy"

Soap gets a Haflinger to A) deal with his bullshit like a champ and B) add to the crazies. The name is probably "Alastaire". Haflingers only come in flaxen chestnut (varying in shade, rarely pure chestnut) so there u go for the colour

RUDY MY LOVE gets a Criollo, suitable in location and even more suitable in their firey nature. defo has an Overo/Sabino Roan+Buckskin Paint named "Fernandito". Fernandito is a cool dude, only scared of Chihuahuas tho.

Valeria has a GIGANTIC Lusitano Stallion, either pitch black with mean eyes or a golden chestnut Pearl with green ones (yes they do actually have green-ish eyes sometimes) His name is something like "Gladiolus" or "Cor Leonis" any FF15 fans eh?

Ghost... I think he probs walked in to an auction once bc he saw a sign and found a scared little ugly duckling, felt a connection and bought him for like 300 bucks (basically Leggy's OG story, that's why I thought these two would click) His name is "Spooky" and he's a blue roan dun with a white face and blue eyes

Gaz first took over his neighbor's shetland after she passed away and then decided, fuck it, and went out to buy another horse as a companion. Now, I would believe he's the kinda guy who would pay top buck for whatever he wants. And he decided on a top grade low 6 figure Warmblood he imported from Germany with the likes of Donnerhall, Franziskus, Totilas and Quarterback all stuffed into his pedigree which made one(1) dangly silky coated long noodle. The shetty is probably a lump of semi white-ish furr named "Chickeb Nugget" and the Warmblood is probably a basic ass bay, 4 white socks named "Kevin". He has an official name (something like "dancing shadows" or "Donner's Hall" or whatever other whackey play on speech the germans come up with) but that name was too official for Kyle so he only calls his 6 FIGURE HORSE "Kevin". Extra brownie points when he exclusively goes on walks with the two of them and gets dragged regularly by Nugget. Not even rides Kevin, let alone have other people ride or even compete him ... no, Kevin, top grade dressage horse, spends his days in the field, caked in mud and living his 6 figure life.

Also Gaz bought all the top grade gear and stuff for his furr babies. 6k saddle that he never uses? Check. Custom made Bridles that he too does not ever use? Check. A collection of saddlepads, leg protection and fly bonnets that would make This Esme go pale? double check. 12 thousand blankets for any change in temperature (even for the hermetically sealed Nugget)? Check. Monthly checkup by the chiro/massage therapist, visits to an aqua trainer, top grade supplements and only bio apples and carrots for Nugget and Kevin? Check Check and Check. A 80k horse box to drive them around once every blue moon? check, he also had it custop wrapped with their pictures on it.

Price gets an icelandic horse. They are pretty small ranging from 125cm to 150cm but incredibly sturdy and strong, meaning, the PERFECT CAMPING BUDDY. Plus Icelandic Horses can eat fish so Price has someone to feed the fish he catches to lol. I immagine that he got an averagely sized 140cm tall girl he named „Fish“ because A) he loves fishing and B) „Fish“ likes to eat fish (premium dad joke right there). Fish is a silver dapple (they are super rare and hella cool) with so much hair that Price either puts in an ugly ass braid or just all together ties it to the side.

For Laswell I’m torn between a tennessee walker or a friesan, so lets just say she has both. The tennessee walker is a proper golden palomino (a real ass barbie horse) and her name is Jodie. Jodie has one braincell. The friesan I immagine is a big boy, and since friesans only come as black, he‘s black. His name is „The dark Emperor“ and is primarily Kate‘s wife‘s horsey, they nickname him dumbo because he got unreasonably large ears. Dumbo and Jodie share her braincell and are the perfect „old married horse couple“.

König my man. His uncle took over the family‘s farm and König used to help out by driving the horse cart around and such. He found a Noriker mare at a market once and immediately fell in love and bought her. She now vibes at his uncle‘s farm with the cows and occasionally will help out with the local forest work (pulling tree trunks in remote areas). He named her „Sissi“, sometimes calls her „Punktle“ tho (little dot) and she’s a dotted thicc chick. They have a shaby old horse trailer that is basically a metal frame with old moldy wood and a rug as a roof, Sissi doesn‘t complain tho, she once trailered on the back of his pickup. She‘s also the town‘s favorite pony to ride when they do a town fare (She gets beer afterwards as a reward).

Roach found the shittiest OTTB out there and said „That one is perfect, I take it“. This thing has more issues than Payboy magazine. GIGANTIC and skinny as shit, suuuper hard to gain weight and has one mental meltdown after another but Roach deals phenominally with it. Her name is probably „Roach“ as an homage to his own callsign but also to „The Witcher“ lol. Roach is a dull brown kind of bay.

Farah gets an Arabian Mare no Qs asked. A dark liver chestnut, absolutely stunning, looks like she‘s coloured with dried blood and her name is Safanad after the mare from King Solomon‘s legend. Fiesty around anyone but Farah and loyal to a T. Absolutely hates the feeling of gras tho lol.

Alex I immagine would get himself a Fjord and go camping with Price with it. He named her „Mjölnir“ after Thor‘s hammer, since Fjords are a Norwegian breed but can‘t pronounce her name so he just calls her Milly instead for short (And to save himself the embarassement). Milly is a simple creature, give her food, water, somewhere to sleep and she‘ll be beyond content. He defo got her a whole western rig, but rides her bitless in a ropehalter because he tried a bit once and she was so upset with him, she didn‘t accept treats for a week (Sounds familliar to me lol). Mjölnir is a typical dun, as all Fjords are, but I immagine her to be slightly darker and after living out his „Fjord roached mane“ phase, let the mane grow out into a messy fluff.

I went overboard again lol… never mind, I think I will do some more hc‘s along the lines of „What kinda X does Y have?“

Also, for all my non horsey people, here are the respective horsies in whatever order (Alejandro, Graves, Shepard, Soap, Rudy, Valeria option 1 and 2, Ghost, Gaz small horse, big horse, Price, Laswell, König, Roach, Farah and Alex)

Also bonus for those that scrolled all the way down, here‘s a pic of my Leggy gremlin

#call of duty #cod mw #modern warfare #alex #alex keller #captain john price #captain price #cod mw3 #cod #farah #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #soap #john mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #general shepherd #valeria #valeria garza #alejandro vargas #alejandro #rodolfo #rodolfo parra

[jiinjiinjarra]

BTS // 2019 Summer Package in Korea // Drawing Diary // 2019 // Pt.1

Jin & Jungkook 2019 Summer Package Drawing Diaries (Random: 2/7)

date: 2019-07-22 ~ 2019-07-25 (4 days)

Scan Cr. jiinjiinjarra (me)

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Diary

2019-07-22 (Day 1: in Wanju)

🐹: Today I'm at Wanju with BTS. I joked with JK, that maybe we should run the whole course (wanju) in Wanju. I also dyed my hair. After the shooting in a hot place, I enjoyed my meal. It was a fun day. Tomorrow will be another rewarding day, hopefully! -Sounds fun-I am glad you had fun, Seokjin. From Jin

🐰: To Wanju, to finish the run (wanju)!! For the photo shoot, I went to Wanju for the first time in my life. It was way hotter than I expected so I got surprised but I fell in love with Hanok Village, and I had my power nap as soon as I arrived. After I got up, we had a shooting in front of a café whose name I don't know. I couldn't open my eyes due to blazing sunlight. But I have my faith in the photographer. Also! We had a shooting in a slightly retro theme park, and I pushed the Viking with my own hands. I was able to push it, so everyone had run riding it for a while. Plus! The dinner was delicious~~

2019-07-23 (Day 2: Paragliding)

🐹: Together with the members I did paragliding. I even made a sudden stop which other's probably can't. In the end, I got to fly and the landscape seen from the sky was really beautiful. It was splendid and a gift from god. I was afraid but I think it was a valuable experience in life. I loved the pork belly I had with the members. I wish every day was like today.

🐰: Is this what it feels like to be a bird??? Until this morning, I did not expect to fly in the sky. The weather was so fine, we randomly decided to go on paragliding! I mean I love sky diving but I also really wanted to do this, so suddenly I was fully awake! When it was my turn and I started, the wind wasn't in my favor so I had to wait for a long time! It was boring. But when the timing was right and I leaped to fly, all the stress vanished! It suddenly hit me. I think I just found a new hobby! When I was little, I wanted to be a bird. Today, I knew what it feels like to be a bird!!

2019-07-24 (Day 3: Games)

🐹: Today BTS wrote poetry. Everyone was full of emotions. Today my brain didn't work well so I couldn't write a decent poetry. But I didn't want to go down alone. So I gave Jimin 3 points. What a rewarding day.

🐰: Still... One more day...♡ When I woke up, everyone was busy getting ready! I hurried up and got ready, and headed to 'Wibongsanseong Fortress' for the shooting. It seemed like a set from the movies. The butterfly fluttering made it perfect. During breaks, I listened to music and became full of emotions. Then we went to our Hanok house to play a game for the shooting. We had 3 activities; writing poetry, dialect game and charades. They were all successful. I got such a beautiful gift! It felt so great. One more day! I should make more memories here tomorrow! (Sad to see it's the last day!!!)

2019-07-25 (Day 4: Hwachae)

🐹: Hwachae Today I made Hwachae with the members. Honestly, it wasn't good. It was because Jungkook put in strawberry milk. And because I put in little soda. Still, it was a fun activity to do with members. I wish I can go on another vacation with the members. Goodbye, summer

🐰: Same as always, I got up, got ready and began shooting. Also did shooting for the Summer Package teaser~ And made Hwachae~ And looked backed on Summer Packages. First, today's main wardrobe was pretty so I was happy during the shooting. Also, the shooting at the reservoir and it was so beautiful there I regretted not bringing my camera with me. I am excited to see how the pictures will turn out, since they must be so pretty. Hwachae was delicious so I felt awesome. But when we were looking back on our Summer Packages, I felt a bit sad. I wish winter would come soon. I'm already excited to make new memories! Winter, come soon! Goodbye, summer!

Poetry

🐹: Wanju 

«I can see the end.  My records for the last 5 years I can see the end.  I've been running hard. At the finish line will I feel empty? 5 years of my running  would end here in Wanju.»

🐰: Still

«You are the hottest among the four seasons. I see you once a year.  But you are so strong that you stay in my memory the longest.  All the moments I spent with you  still come swimming vividly.  And even if you and I break up,  you are still left inside me.  And it is still hot.»

Scoreboard for the 1st Summer Package Poetry Writing Contest:

🐹 Scoreboard:

RM: 8/10 🐨: «Wanju, good! But the ending could have been better..»

Suga: 5/10 🐱: «Wishing for more in Wanju….»

J-Hope: 6/10 🐿: «I think you can do better…»

Jimin: 6/10 🐥: «I thought there was something, but there wasn’t.»

V: 7/10 🐻: «Unique thinking.»

Jungkook: 9/10 🐰: «Fun.»

🐰 Scoreboard:

RM: 8/10 🐨: «Such great pictures.»

Suga: 8/10 🐱: «Impressive picture»

Jin: 8/10 🐹: «Great pictures»

J-Hope: 7/10 🐿: «The word 'Still' touches me. Also the picture»

Jimin: 7/10 🐥: «Nice pictures»

V: 8/10 🐻: «There are warmth in your words.»

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#bts #bts jin #bts jungkook #jin #jungkook #jinkook #kookjin #bts summer package #summer package #summer package 2019 #bts in korea #bts scans

[flavorlesscheeto]

Situationship:

Billy Hargrove x reader

Using own name. May include smut/lime/swearing/or all the above is an a.u ig

Aria:

Shy soft knock first, Max yells at Billy to answer. I wipe my face with the sleeve of Steve's jacket. He groans as the door swings open hard slamming into the wall, cigarette in between his lips. "Hey, I need a favor." He pulls me inside, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall as I fiddle with my different length fingernails. "Stop picking your nails Aria." I go to playing with a loose braid in my hair, "I need you to... Accompany me to a party. Now before you say no just let me expl-" "Sure." "I- huh, since when do you say yes to me." He paces slowly to me, smelling strongly of cheap but sexy cologne, sweat, cigarette smoke and hairspray. He corners me in his room, pushing the door open with his fingers. "I- uh need you to step out for me to change Aria." Nodding and scooting out the door. Walking to Max's room she helps me fix my hair, applying light strawberry flavored lipgloss and mascara. Unzipping the jacket and setting it aside. Looking in the mirror, pushing the sweats lower on my waist. So you can slightly see the bodysuit that was concealed, but also the fact I had on no panties. Something I was very strong against doing in public, he knocks on her door eyeing me up an down. Pushing the cigarette into the wall putting it out, ash falls off the wall. Hand extended out I thank Max as we head out to my brother's supposed, "Party of the year!"

Billy:

After word of the Harrington twins "legacy" spread to me. I was destined to take it and make it all mine with just being in Hawkins for a few short months. I've "befriended" his sister if you mean sharing smokes, fucking her in the backseat of my car or the bathroom of parties, making her boyfriend's make up reasons for her to leave them so she'd come right back to me, befriending then mission complete. I mentally made a pair of glasses and she's looking right through them back at me. Fucking perfect. At the party she's already headed towards the alcohol, I like a party girl. Further into the night we've shared drinks and smoke through hard rough sloppy kisses. Her drunken giggles of mischief are just such a turn on. She pulls me I to a hallway, a unlit cigarette in her mouth. "Light it pretty boy. Please," she looks at me with her prescious big brown eyes and I can't say no. I flick the match, igniting the smoke and pluck it from her lips, which have a slight gleam to them still. The fruity flavor floss reapplied. Walking towards her she backs away giggling like we were meant to get caught. She gets our faces close together. The tension, the heat, her scent, her touch, all finally mine for the time being. I lift her up, legs around my waist. My fingers slide into the side of her outfit and feel no fabric of underwear. "I wonder who corrupted the sweet.. innocent.. smart.. quiet Aria Harrington?" Whispering in her ear slowly, gently kissing her neck. "Get off my sister Hargrove." I pull her closer, blowing smoke in her mouth, our lips touch but not into a full connect. Flipping Steve off while, the smoke passes out our mouths, the metal on her tongue slides over my bottom lip. "Billy, Billy, Billy. I'm drunk and maybe a little high but I'm not stupid. I know you don't give a fuck about me. But that's fine with me. Because maybe I'll learn to not give a shit about you either baby." I don't know why but those words burned a bit. I don't care..? Do I?

I don't care...? Do I? Do, I? Nah.. maybe.. I-.. don't know.

#my fic #dacre montgomery #billy hargrove #stranger things #imagine billy hargrove #spicy writing #arrows writing #fanfic #imagine #oneshot

[vbee-miya]

Hi! I would like to request a BNHA matchup!

Basic Info: I identify by she/her and I am Bi-curious (I think that's the right word but what I mean is I think I might be Bi) I'm a Gemini and ENFP, My Chinese zodiac is the tiger, My favorite color is Mauve or Lilac, I'm a raven claw, My enneagram was either a 2w3 or a 3w2 I did it a while ago and forgot.

Appearance: I have long brown hair that looks dark most of the time but sometimes looks light (It reaches my butt), I have dark brown eyes, I have a hourglass body, pierced ears, I have glasses but I really like them, thick eyelashes, pale skin, I tend to put a lot of thought in my appearance if I'm going somewhere and people often complement me on my fashion style but little do they know I'm in sweats most of the time at home XD, and I'm 5,5.

Personality: I am most of the time extremely extroverted but sometimes I'm more introverted but I usually enjoy being social, I would say I'm either the leader friend or the therapist friend, I enjoy being relied on and I try to make sure everyone feels happy/comfortable/included, I'm really good at telling when someone is lying or feeling sad, I try my best to be as nice to people as possible which can sometimes hurt me, I can be judgy and if I decided I don't like someone then I don't like them and will try to avoid them, I can hold grudge, If I get in a fight then I will fight back, If I get in a argument then I often start crying depending on what its about, I'm trying to be more adventurous because I was virtual for a long time, I tend to overthink a lot and worry about how I appear to people, I'm good at school and take advance classes in math but my favorite class is Science, I'm pretty popular and I am good at making new friends, I can sometimes be a bit more emotional but I hate crying in front of others or talking about my problems with them, I love caring for people so I want to be a doctor or a nurse in the future, I enjoy acting, art, and anime, I take charge in group projects and organize hangouts most of the time, I have a close relationship with my parents my mom especially, I am a bilingual and I'm also learning Japanese so I can go to Japan as a foreign exchange student but I tend to procrastinate a lot, I can be blunt sometimes to make things less awkward, I have a love hate relationship with my body sometimes I think I look really pretty and curvy and thin and other times I think I look fat, I would love to try horseback riding I love strawberries (I don't really know what to say here tbh)

What I am like when I like someone/What I look for: If I have crush on someone then I like to be flirty and I like us teasing each other and banter and stuff like that. I'm pretty tall so I sometimes like someone taller but I'm fine with someone shorter than me as well, I would like whoever I would end up with to be able to vulnerable with me, I would like for them not to hurt me preferably emotionally or physically, I think jealousy can be sort of hot but not too much if you know what I mean?? I look for kindness and someone who can keep up with me, I would like for them to remember me and ask me to hangout or something like that since I have a lot of experience with people who only hangout/talk with me if I initiate it, I would like to support whoever I would date.

I like most characters the only character I would say I really dislike is Shigaraki.

Thanks!

༺❀༻ matchup ༺❀༻

here's your matchup! enjoy

mina ashido

she's literally chaos, she loves relying on you for favors. but will always. and i mean always keep her word to repay you in whatever way that could be.

it's giving power couple of the schools, two bad bxtches just walking the halls of ua high. dressing up however they want because there's no one stopping them.

she'd 100% be your hype woman. she sees you working that outfit she'll tell you and make sure to tell you how well you're working in that outfit. and that it's giving. and if you're ever insecure mina is there to comfort you and tell you just how beautiful you are. and from one woman to another problems will be shared.

when mina has something to hide because what 15-year-old wouldn't? i know i did but because of how well you can tell if someone is lying or not. and it's not that she'd hide anything from you she'll eventually tell you. and plus she knows or at least thinks she's a bad liar. and she doesn't want to find it out the hard way.

if you ever get into a fight or an argument in school you bet mina is right behind you ready to throw punches. especially if it's someone like monoma or even as bad as mineta? she's all ready. get ready to hold her back before the ua staff finds out about anything.

little miss popular you're definitely part of the baku squad. i don't make the rules. though because of that you and katsuki would definitely butt heads. especially leading team projects. good luck to that! you'll find a way.

speaking of being in the baku squad it's only natural banter is their way to show their affection and appreciation. /hj but being with mina she can definitely handle a bit of banter here and there. but become flirtly with her and she'll instantly cover her face away from you.

as far as your Japanese goes, mina's no tutor, but she does speak Japanese i mean you basically would be in a Japanese instituted school so it's only inevitable mina would give you a leading hand if not academically at least a sense of motivation.

horseback riding? when class a goes to a summer convention volunteering station. mina and you will be the most chaotic pair.

imagine horseback riding drinking a glass of strawberry smoothy or, horseback riding in a strawberry field. mina would be a giggling mess. she'll say how pretty everything is.

she isn't the jealous possessive type she's more of the "we're not going to admit it until the situation gets worse."

#matchup *.·:·.✧ #matchup #mina x y/n #mina x reader #mina x you #mina ashido #mha matchup #bnha matchup #mha headcanons #mina ashido headcanon #mina headcanons

[ultimate-distaster-material]

-Saiou Oneshots- Despair Disease P3

!TW! Implied Panic Attacks Implied Anorexia Mentions Blood I think that's all lol

KOKICHI POV

"Good morning, Oma-Kun! Did you sleep well? I heard from Kiibo that you were asleep for two days..."

Ah, Akamatsu. She was always positive, no matter what the circumstances. It made me insanely jealous...

"I slept really well, nishishi! Hey, are you willing to do a favor for your favorite supreme leader?"

Akamatsu nodded with a small smile. My lips curved upwards.

"Ok then, peasant! Carry your precious leader to the hall, my legs feel like jelly and I'm too tired to walk!"

Akamatsu-San didn't notice the truth I told, carefully picking me up and running swiftly to the hall. She felt as if this was too easy...

"Oma-Kun, you're very light..."

My eyes widened in shock. I can't even fake my expressions.... With a sigh, I wiggled a bit in her arms, adjusting myself to feel more comfortable.

"Don't overthink it, Akamatsu! I'm small after all!"

She answered with silence, her expression flooded with a wave of concern, and she reluctantly nodded her head.

"You do look very sick, Oma-Kun..."

"Nishishi! Don't worry!"

I tried to word my response in a way that wouldn't expose my truth disease yet told her I was completely fine. Which, by the way, I wasn't. The dining hall doors swung open with a loud thud as Akamatsu and I arrived, the pianist immediately running to the detective, assassin, and inventor.

"Iruma-San! Harukawa-San! Saihara-Kun! Hello! I hope you don't mind that I brought Oma-Kun with me. He asked me to carry him to the dining hall!"

Maki scowled, grabbing one of her pigtails and squeezing them to release her anger. Iruma just had a cocky smirk plastered on her face. I shot her a 'don't even think about sexual shit' glare and she cowered, pressing her legs together. Yuck! Saihara-Kun just had an adorable curious look on his face, a finger to his chin.

"He didn't hurt you or threaten him, did he? If he did, I will fucking kill that asshole!"

"Harukawa-San, please calm down! He did nothing! It's okay!"

Harukawa shot me a glare, then left me alone to talk to Kaede. I wiggled out of the pianist's grasp while she was distracted and stood in front of Shuichi. He looked really tall like this!

"Saihara-Chan, I hate admitting that I, the mighty supreme leader, am short! However, I just had to point out how selfish you are!"

The detective snapped out of his thinking trance with a squeak, peering down at me.

"Oma-Kun...? You look sick, are you okay? Also, what does being short have to do with me being selfish...?"

I smirked, at least I could still tease in this state.

"It's because you're so tall! You could've at least donated some height to me... Also, supreme leaders can't get sick! I'm not fine, nishishi!"

Fuck. Saihara chuckled before looking down at me with a serious expression, his hand coming to press against my cheek. Holy shit holy shitttttt HOLY SHIT HE'S CARESSING MY CHEEK ETWYEUJEHTSGHRT35QVWGDSFJK!!!

"...ma-Kun... Oma-Kun!"

I shook my head, feeling his hand stay put on my cheek. My appearance was basically just my face painted red as if my parents were a strawberry and a tomato.

"Ha! Cockichi is blushing! That little twink is probably thinking about sucking Saihara's d- "

"Iruma-San... Please don't be... Dirty..."

Saihara mumbled, his face turning a bit red. Facing back to me, he let his free hand press against my burning forehead. This hand was removed as quickly as it was placed.

"Oma-Kun! Your forehead is burning! It was as if my hand was pressing against burning metal! You should go see Kiibo-Kun! I'm sure he can check if you have the disease or not! This disease seems pretty bad from what I've heard... I hope I don't get it!"

How do I tell him... I smirked and lifted my hands behind my head, doing my iconic pose, also ignoring the fact that Saihara yelled that out, so everyone heard it.

"Don't worry Sai-Chan! I'm not fine!"

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.

I hate myself. The stupid disease is fucking ruining my whole act! Everyone is going to find out how I really feel... My whole plan will be ruined... I'll be so vulnerable...

"I knew it! The little shit is trying to give us all that disgusting disease! Speaking of disease, he is a fucking disease even without his sickness! Someone grab Kiibo for fucks sake!"

Nobody moved. Tears pricked my eyes from the insult Maki used. No no no no! I can't cry here! I can't exactly lie my way out of the situation either...

"Maki-Roll! I know he's a shithead and all, but you don't have to be so mean! He's still one of us. Plus, what if the little dude is just unwell? He might not even have the disease! Don't worry little man, you're not a disease!"

Momota heroically boomed his speech, ruffling my hair as he reassured me. Even if he was an idiot, and even if I did want to slap him on the back of his head, he actually made me feel supported. I couldn't help but let a warm smile coat my face, my blush returning a bit since Saihara just moved his hand to caress my face again.

"Whatever, I'm leaving. Don't blame me if any of you get sick and die. He's evil, never trust a liar."

The only sound heard was the sound of Maki's shoes clacking against the tiles as she exited the dining room. (Or as she did that ballerina twirl thing and evaporated.)

"This is such a pain... Nyeh... I want to go back to bed..."

Himiko complained, tiredly leaning against Yonaga as Chabashira pulled her off the artist. They were such lesbians, I swear...

"Let's go Himiko! We don't want to get infected if this degenerate has a disease! I was already in close contact with Saihara-Kun when he got his disease, so let's isolate!"

Himiko didn't even listen, just nodding tiredly as Tenko dragged her around. A happy artist followed them like a loyal dog, despite Tenko's warnings to stay away from 'her beautiful mage'. Saihara-Kun just looked confused.

"Disease...? I haven't gotten any disease, have I...?"

If only he knew. I'm just glad he is better now, but I do hate the fact that he forgot all our actions together when we were sick. Our friendship basically got set back a level...

"Gonta and Kaito can tell you after! Gonta needs to make sure Kokichi is okay! Gonta doesn't want friend to be sick!"

Friend...

"So, Kokichi... Are you sure you don't have the disease...? Ah, humans are so interesting... The way they act to different diseases makes my heart- "

"Ok, let's go back to the dorms, Shinguji-Kun! We can read a bit, does that sound good?"

Amami interrupted, cutting off the anthropologist's crazy speech. In times like these, I'm glad Amami-Kun is still alive... Ryoma and Iruma walked up to the pair.

"Oi, shrimp dicks! Can we tag along with ya? This gorgeous genius is bored as fuck!"

Ryoma just stayed silent, Miu already speaking his request for him. Korekiyo simply nodded and the four of them marched off together, chatting about random things as they traveled to Amami's dorm. The rest of us just stood there in awkward silence, the occasional whispering among us. The silence was so loud...

"So... Oma-Kun. I think being sick in a killing game, especially after a sickness motive is very suspicious. Am I correct to assume that you would prefer not to let people know about your disease?"

Kirumi, you didn't have to say that in front of everyone... Dammit. My foot tapped against the floor, my mind thinking of something to say. I don't trust myself to speak anymore... Ringing sounded in my ears loudly, disappearing after a few seconds. My lips turning into a thin line, I nodded. Inside my mouth, my teeth were digging into my tongue, drawing small spots of blood. This was my attempt at keeping my damn mouth shut.

"O-Oh, Oma-Kun! You shouldn't be here! We do care for you, but you are risking everyone's health... We should get you back to Kiibo, d-don't you think?"

Akamatsu stuttered and cried in fear, clasping a hand over her mouth and nose as if it was a makeshift mask.

"Wait a minute. I want to know what disease he has. Hey, Monokuma! Get your ass over here!"

Kaito yelled, still showing that heroic persona... I wish I had my persona... That stupid bear popped up in thin air, holding a curious paw to his mouth.

"My, my! Kokichi Ouma, ultimate truth teller, shouldn't you be with Kiibo? Or are you living up to your evil talent and trying to infect everyone here? How interesting..."

"Shut the fuck up Monokuma! Nobody likes you! You don't have to reveal everything to everyone like that..."

I shouted, my hands clasping tightly around the bottom of my shirt, sweat soaking into the white fabric.

"Well, I guess that solves everything... Oma, buddy! Am I allowed to ask ya some things?"

Please just shut up Kaito... I lie for a reason...

"I... Don't want you to..."

The astronaut nodded in understanding, a hand combing through his hair as he smiled at me.

"All good little bro! But I really want to know, why were you knocked out for two days?"

"Blood loss."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, man. I hope you get better!"

He gave me a strong slap to the back in reassurance, almost knocking me over from how dizzy I was getting. Sadly, everyone saw the situation as a free pass to ask me sensitive questions about sensitive topics, such as a 'Why do you lie?' from Akamatsu and 'Gonta want to know why Kokichi is acting so evil sometimes!' from a Gokuhara who didn't realize he was invading personal matters. My hands shakily reached up to my ears, harshly gripping them to block out all the overwhelming questions. Tears threatened to spill from the corner of my eyes. It felt as if my lungs were pressing in on themselves, it was progressively getting harder to breathe. I could hear Momota attempting to get everyone to stop, yet nobody listened. I fell to the floor, my thoughts fogged and my body shaking, ears ringing noisily, and sweat dripping like a broken faucet.

"Hey, Oma-Kun? I can see you're overwhelmed. Do you want Saihara-Kun to take you back to Kiibo? I'm sure my brother won't mind!"

Tsumugi silenced everyone. Saihara jolted out of his daze in shock, letting out a squeak. Tsumugi just smiled politely at her brother. I still struggle trying to find out how the hell these two are twins. Shirogane doesn't even have an ahoge...

"Gah! Why me? What if I get the disease!?"

"It's hard to explain... Basically, you're immune after, uhm, what happened..."

Tsumugi explained, confusing all of us. How the hell did she know that?

"Hold on a second, Shirogane-San. How do you know this information?"

Kirumi held a thinking finger to her chin. That's what I was wondering... Shirogane clapped her hands together, walking over to Saihara.

"Oh, I asked Monokuma to put some information on the monopads!"

Ohhhh... That makes sense. Akamatsu walked over to Tojo, just so she wasn't alone anymore, since her 'girlfriend' had left. I'm so glad Iruma isn't here right now...

"That's right! Tsumugi did you all a favor!"

I resisted the urge to step on that dumb bear, making a great effort to stand still and not harm the headmaster in any way, no matter how tempting it was...

"Oh, thank you, sis. But if you guys want, I can take Oma-Kun back, since I am somehow immune. Do I return him to Kiibo in his dorm?"

Kaito nodded and grasped his shoulder after giving him a rough pat on the back, similar to what he did to me.

"Just take him to Kiibs! I believe in ya, sidekick! Everything will be fine! Go get 'em!"

Saihara sighed with a small smile and strolled over to me, picking me up with surprising strength. He waved to everyone, and then left the dining hall, making small talk with me along the way.

"So, Oma-Kun..."

"What is it, Saihara-Chan? I'm super tiredddd..."

"Do you hear that noise? I could hear it from the dining hall and it's still going."

I tried to listen; my ears were blocked and ringing, and I could only hear things a short distance away from me. I lazily shook my head in a sideways motion, causing Shuichi to let out a hum. His hand climbed up my body to my head, gently combing through my purple, silky hair in calming movements.

"Wait... It sounds like... Kiibo...?"

"Kiibo... What? I'm tired, can we please hurry...."

"Sorry Koko."

Shuichi walked slightly faster. Nuzzling into his chest, my eyes fluttered closed, the rocking from the detective's steps lulling me asleep. I faintly registered the fact that Saihara took a wrong turn. Wasn't the robot's room to the left up the stairs...? Was Detective-Chan trying to do something with little old me while I'm in this condition?

"Mister Detective, Robot-Chan's room is to the left..."

I announced groggily, just wanting something cold to cool down my overheating body, and to be laying on a soft bed... Saihara was almost equivalent to a bed's comfort, yet his body heat was making my body feel like it had been set on fire.

"I know."

Was Saihara-Chan secretly a weirdo? I doubt it... He was acting very suspicious though. He opened the door to his room, and I widened my eyes at the surprising sight. Papers were flooding the room, most scrunched up, coffee cups littered the floors, and he had a whole drawer of makeup kits and such.

"Saihara-Chan! I didn't take you for a messy person!"

I wearily commented, grabbing at his face to cling to the back of his head. During the process, I wiped below his eye, and a pale layer of powder with barely noticeable glitter were smudged on my thumb. Looking back up at him, his eyes had deep, black eyebags, as if he didn't sleep for a week.

"Hehe, aren't you quite quick at figuring stuff out, huh? Nothing less expected from the ultimate supreme leader!"

He chuckled, resting me onto the bed and snatching more makeup from the drawer to repair the smudge I caused with my finger.

"No, no! Shumai, come rest with meeee! You're obviously tired, and I care about you! We could both use some sleep..."

I offered, rubbing my eyes sleepily with a yawn interrupting my sentence. All I got in response was a small sigh. Shumai just glanced at me, before drowsily dropping the makeup without a care.

"O-Oh, okay... Let me just get you a wet towel for your head at least..."

His hidden exhaustion was finally taking off its disguise. Shumai almost sleepwalked to steal a wet cloth from the bathroom, practically tripping over nothing every 10 seconds, yet regaining himself quickly. How did he manage to hide this much sleepiness??? My eyes flickered closed, and I was greeted with the relaxing darkness of shut eyelids. Shuichi carefully positioned the cloth comfortably on my forehead, the cool sensation soothing my irritated skin. As I faded into a world of dreams and blackness, the detective wrapped his arms around my body, gentle snores echoing throughout the room as his eyes drooped closed. Both of us passed out as if someone had pressed a power off button, and together, we entered a dreamy state of pleasureful sleep. Maybe having this disease isn't so bad after all...

BONUS SCENE 

"Oma-Kun? Oma-Kun!"

The robot yelled, searching every nook and cranny for the sick supreme leader. Where could he be? The robot had no clue, frantically searching everywhere far and wide. He sighed in defeat and looked at the ground, watching his feet move rhythmically. No! I cannot give up here! Kiibo reassured himself, gathering his motivation and determination again. He walked forward a few meters, still looking down, just like Shuichi probably did with that hat. He was observing the ground as if it were the most interesting thing ever, when he collided with something; Gokuhara.

"Ah! Gonta is sorry, Kiibo! Gonta see Kiibo looking for something, can Gonta help you?"

Kiibo nodded, gazing up from the ground and smiling at the gentle giant.

"I'm searching for Oma-Kun, I went to get him a glass of fresh water, and when I returned, he was nowhere to be seen!"

Gonta's lips formed an 'o' shape, glancing from side to side randomly.

"Gonta see Kokichi in dining hall earlier! Talking about disease!"

"Oma was in the dining hall!? Oh my... Where shall I put this glass off water, I'm tired of carrying it..."

Gonta's pupils transformed into childish sparkles, similar to Kokichi's when he was excited about something.

"Gonta can carry it! So Kiibo doesn't die to water! Robots cannot touch water, or they will malfunction and break! Gonta care for all robots, especially Kiibo. Let me hold the glass of water, Kiibo's metal hands look very slippery and not grippy..."

Gonta carefully took the glass of clean water from the robot, making a quiet comment about how it reminded him of water bugs.

"Gah! Gokuhara-Kun, I never knew you could be so much like Oma! The robophobia...!"

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#shuichi saihara #gay #oumasai #saiouma #danganronpa #shuichi x kokichi #angst #part 3 #sick characters #oneshot

[crisp-sweet-pink-lady]

Summer of Strawberry Shortcake: Rockaberry Roll

This is the actual start of season four, with aged up designs for all the main characters, but only some of the other characters. Strangely, Blueberry Muffin has an aged up design in the official art, but not in the cartoon, which is especially egregious considering she's as much a main character as Peppermint Fizz, who did get an aged up design (and is much more prominent this season). The other oddity is that of the three international friends that are included in the intro (and show up in the first episode), only one got an aged up design (Tangerina Torta got one, too, but she won't show up until the next DVD). You would think that since season four's intro got custom animation, they would have only included characters with new designs, but ah well. The main point of them being in the intro at all is to show what they're doing in Strawberryland again without dedicating an episode to it. Speaking of, I have to apologize to Frosty Puff, since I previously mentioned that she didn't get to do anything outside of her brief appearance in season three, but she's here and we even see her ice skating (practicing for the talent show). I don't remember if she shows up again, but I also haven't seen half of this season (the episodes released after Berry Bitty Adventures' DVDs started coming out), so she might.

Watching all these episodes so close together has made me realize how often working together is the lesson du jour, and this one is no exception, even if the girls are older now. Come to think of it, how far into the future are we supposed to be now? Apple Dumplin' had the most dramatic redesign, so if she was 1 at the start and probably 2 by season three, and now looks to be at least 7 or 8, then we're at least 5 years ahead, if not slightly more.

I don't remember if we ever learned how old anyone else was, but assuming Strawberry was 8 at the start, maybe 9 by season three, then the main girls are between 13 and 16, probably closer to the latter since Strawberry drives a car in a future episode. But it's a cartoon, so who's to say.

The best part of the first ep, besides seeing everyone's talents, was the fact that Custard picked Huckleberry Pie and Peppermint Fizz to be judges with her. This was probably meant to imitate the American Idol judges, but I'd like to think that her choices had to do with her friendship with Huck, and her assumption that Peppermint Fizz would bring her usual caustic attitude, unaware that the Peppermint Fizz of season four is a nicer, gentler Peppermint Fizz.

Not that she doesn't still have her moments. I liked the second episode because it gave us a reason for her change in attitude, showing that she spent her time not in season three being introspective about what she really wants: friendship. Though being Peppermint Fizz, she still gets the wrong idea about how to go about it, thinking she has to fit in with the main group in order to be friends, when I'm pretty sure Strawberry already considered her a friend all the way back in season two. ALSO, since when is she a trumpet player? She apparently already had the trumpet, so she wasn't just making that up to join the band. But what happened to her tuba? What made her abandon it in favor of the trumpet? And what made her start playing the tuba in the first place? Sadly, we will never get these answers.

Another question that will go unanswered is what was up with Huck and Strawberry rapping? Please don't do that again.

This DVD marks another first in the SSC legacy: the first time coloring pages were included as a special feature! These would continue to be included into the BBA era (sometimes being the only special feature), but this is where it got started.

Notes from the script: the first episode has a ton of good directions, such as Angel Cake "sparking to [Strawberry's idea] slowly" with Ginger Snap "really sparking," and Custard's "pouty-lip," but for some reason it cuts off before the actual end of the episode, ending right after the song. And the second episode has lots of good Peppermint stuff, like her having "wrongheaded joy" when she's going to join the band, thinking this will give her an in, and she tells a "hopeful lie to self" to gloss over her bad playing.

#strawberry shortcake #summer of ssc #ssc03 #rockaberry roll #peppermint fizz

[hiael]

Heya^^

I have some ask about Hiael for the MC & OC ask game!

General Info 01 Do they have a nickname?

General Info 09 Do they attend RAD? What is their role there? Their best subject/the one they teach? Club activties? If they don't attend RAD, what do they do?

Concept and Design 03 What is the biggest change you have made from their original concept?

Concept and Design 08 Anything you heavily associate with them? A color, a word, a picture, or something else?

Thank you so much for the ask game! It takes time to answer each question, but it's extremely fun!

_General Info 01

Do they have a nickname?

Yes, he has! In fact, her name came from a nickname her mother had given to a friend of hers, Hae (which in Hangul means “the girl who is like the ocean” – but there are variations that say it means “Sun”, one day I will find out if it's true), but since Hae is a girl's name, she put an L at the end and turned it into Hael. It can also (according to Google) mean “who is like God” or “generous, generous, kind, liberal”. It wasn't planned, it was Raphael until Rahel (angel) appeared, and I got offended and took Rap out of the way, left Hael and invented a story :) So, you can call him Hael, Hae, or Nao (affectionately given by his younger brother)

_General Info 09

Do they attend RAD? What is their role there? Their best subject/the one they teach? Club activties? If they don't attend RAD, what do they do?

Eles estudam na RAD, atualmente são intercambistas (só era para ser por um ano, por que ele está aqui fazendo o 3º ano de intercambista? Ele não aguenta mais ir às aulas…) e membro do grupo estudantil grupo do conselho. Após as aulas ou em dias livres como sábados, ele ministra aulas sobre o mundo humano (cultura, política, música, esportes, anatomia, biologia, saúde, filosofia e tecnologia) para quem tiver interesse.

It is not a professional, mandatory or daily class, but he wanted to teach something more about the human world from a more human perspective because he is dissatisfied with the classes taught by demon teachers trained in humanology.

Concept and Design 03

What is the biggest change you have made from their original concept?

Surprisingly, I had a good idea of ​​what they looked like for a long time. When I went to put it on paper, my biggest problem was the color of their hair. At the time, I still drew traditionally, so when I finally switched to digital, a lot of things changed, including the hair color. It was black, it went to light brown, it went to dark brown, it went to gray, it went to red, and back to black, but I still want to change the color too. If you ask me, I just say he likes to dye his hair.

I was going to post a drawing of him too, but Ibis Paint did the favor of deleting my drawing (which was almost ready). I'm suffering from this again, maybe I'll post it this week if I can find time to draw.

Concept and Design 08

Anything you heavily associate with them? A color, a word, a picture, or something else?

Peaches, strawberries and stars. I just imagine this being his vibe on different days, despite his face, Hael is actually someone very sensitive.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me #obey me ask game #obey me oc mc

[celestialpotat0]

recent gratitude list

sat with matt, edwin, and scott at Taylor Swift's concert. in my last post i just wanted to jot down my ranking of her albums prior to attending the concert to compare if my ranking would change afterward. Eras tour taught me a lesson to be more grateful and fully appreciate every moment as I'm living in it. before the show, i didn't feel excited for some reason. during the show, i was cramped, the stranger next to me kept sneezing and coughing on me, and i didn't enjoy hearing the audience screaming so loudly that i couldn't even hear Tay singing. the person in front of me was very distracting, and she grabbed my beer and tried to drink it. i had paid an obscene amount for terrible cold hot dog and fries. i know i sound extremely negative but it was the truth of what was distracting me in the moment.

it took me a little bit to get over all the unpleasant things but by the time we'd reached the evermore era i was fully immersing myself into 1000% enthusiastically dancing and singing along and not giving a F about any of the negative things. which is a shame bc the lover and fearless eras are amazing and i enjoyed them during the concert, but was still trying to adapt/get over the distractions at that point, grew progressively more carefree during evermore, but it prob wasn't until reputation that i had reached my full-forced frenzy of completely rocking out in my trance-like state. and no, i did not do drugs. all it took to feel euphoric was the concert itself!

i had so many blissful times during that concert. it's true what they say, it's a surreal, out-of-body experience. like whoa did i actually just watch this legend perform live in front of my eyes. so many songs when nothing else mattered and i was ecstatic to be there in the cool summer night screaming out the songs in my feelings and knowing i was privileged to be there and reminiscing about my youth. and afterwards i felt like all i want is to be there to experience it all over again, so that i might absorb it all more, take it all in more, seal my senses that night more tightly in my memory.

the eras tour was a prime example of my erroneous behavioral habits. i tend to focus on the negatives in the moment, then afterward in retrospect i wish i had embraced the experience more. constantly going through life thinking of the struggles, but then looking back and wishing i appreciated the experiences more, if only i could have seen all the beauty.

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i've gone to the pool every weekend for the past 4 weekends, plus again on tuesday. for the first two weeks i swam laps in the 25-meter pool, another time i stood in the pool and read, another time hung out with friends while catching some rays and drinking homemade frozen strawberry daiquiri and hard cider by the pool. this last time just swam laps. consistently taking the time to slow down, however irresponsible it may be to neglect homework and errands, but enjoying the sun's heat burning my skin and sweating profusely. can it always be summer.

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andrew gave cathy, matt, and me a tour of meta's campus and we dined and drank there. we played DDR and perused many libraries. i was EXTREMELY sleep deprived that day but hopefully it didn't show. the sun set in a pink and lavender sky as we walked across the lush garden rooftop and looked out into the distance into the expanse.

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when i was 14, i discovered taylor swift and spent god knows how long downloading her songs from questionable sources onto my ipod mini. i sang along to debut and fearless in the shower throughout high school. i was also 14 (or 15? don't remember) when i created a facebook account. times were much simpler and life was good. nostalgia for the bubble of arcadia high and the first iteration of fb that i experienced. but as favorable as my impression of the past is, objectively 31 year old me lives a better life; i just watched taylor in concert w/o blinking an eye at the cost, and i just spent an evening on meta's campus for leisure. 14 year old me woulda never imagined. so this is a reminder to myself about how i should open my eyes more everyday to how fantastic life is at 31. taylor swift has built a successful empire from (rather) humble beginnings, and i am so happy for her. i am lucky to have amassed treasured experiences, managed to find some true friends, and no longer have to worry about being able to afford things, which I worried about when I was growing up.

[doodlelue]

strawberry blonde 🍓 ✨

#boku no hero acadamia #bnha #mha #my hero acadamia #bakuguo #bakugou katsuki #bakubro #LMAO I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO TAG #my art #look i KNOW hes not actually strawberry blonde but #hes blonde #and its strawberry themed #SO ITS FINE #also do me a favor and just don't look at the strawberries in the back #i might add something to this 😳😳

[willowfolksong]

HELLO!!! Can I request some making out with Suna 😳 Just saw your Atsumu ones and I gotta request for my man 😩🤲 Thank you luv

teasing is what you do best

- Suna Rintaro x Reader

- SFW; very suggestive

a/n: hi anon love!!!! here's your request with your man. Some quick steamy session in the locker rooms because HE DESERVES IT. ❤❤ I honestly hope you enjoy it. I always have so much fun writing Suna omg. And thank YOU for requesting ✨

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

Suna chockes, and his phone slips from his hands and falls to the floor with a resounding clanck.

You just sent him a picture with your shirt open.

You're wearing the red, little cute bra that you bought online just a few days ago, and that you should definitely not be using for volleybal practice.

Atsumu's in front of him before he can bend down to pick the cell.

"Was the meme that good?" the older Miya asks, and Suna clears his throat and quickly takes the device between his hands, screen down.

"What?"

"The meme" Atsumu repeats, scratching the back of his neck "You were watchin' some memes, right?"

"Oh. Yeah"

"Show it to me"

Suna gulps, a drop of sweat sliding down his temple "What?"

"I wanna see"

His phone buzzes again, and Suna looks down at the same time Atsumu does. There's an awkward pause during wich neither of them seems completely sure of why the other one is acting the way it is, before Kita's voice sounds behind them.

"Break is over. Let's go back to practice now"

That seems to snap Atsumu out of his trance, and he soon forgets Suna's supposedly meme in favor to jog back towards the rest, asking for a two against two practice match.

Suna sighs, pushing his sweaty hair away from his face and turning on his phone again. You just sent him another picture. You're sitting down, and this time he can also see a bit of your face— your mouth parted, that gloss he likes to lick clean coating your lips.

He groans, and zooms on them.

He wants to put that mouth to use.

When the next picture comes, he stands up so fast that he stumbles forward, shoes caught in the straps of the bag full of water bottles by his feet. He puts the phone back in his pocket and starts walking straight to the doors. Kita calls his name when he's about to reach them.

"Where are you going? We're not done yet"

"Yeah, no slackin' off! We have to win this thing!" Atsumu pipes up, and Suna clicks his tongue and looks at them over his shoulder.

"I'm going to the bathroom"

Atsumu looks at Aran once the doors close behind the middle blocker "But don't we have like a bathroom here on the gym?"

You're fully dressed when he gets to the girl's locker room. It's not inside the gym, like the boys is, but on one of the hallways on the third floor, to the understandable anger of the members of your team. Suna slowly opens the door to peak inside, and finds you sitting on a bench and tying your shoes, shirt all buttoned.

"Oh, I thought you had practice" you say as soon as you see him, and he sighs before closing the door behind him.

It all happens in a flash, but soon you're pushed against the lockers, both of your hands firmly secured above your head by one of Suna's larger ones. His tongue sneaks out to lick your strawberry gloss clean, and then part your mouth to plunge deep inside you. You moan around it, and your sounds only make him kiss you even more passionately.

"You can't just do that" he groans at you in between kisses, and you only smile and rub yourself against the front of his pants "Stop moving"

"But you came all the way here" you whine, chasing his lips once he tilts his head back to frown at you "I want to feel you"

Suna takes a couple of seconds to answer, but when he does, you instantly become a blushing mess "Do you want me to fuck you here?"

"Wait, what?"

He hums, his free hand coming to rest under your skirt to trail up slowly, until reaching the hem of your panties "Do you want me to fuck you here?" he asks again, pinching the skin near your entrance.

You yelp "Rin!"

"You sent me all those pictures on purpose, didn't you ?" he keeps talking, his lips finding purchase on your neck.

Then he bites you.

Hard.

"Rin! I won't be able to cover that up!"

He shrugs, his tongue coming out to lick the redness and the sting away "It's your punishment. And you haven't answered my question"

His phone buzzes in that moment, and you weakly push at him with your body until he groans, taking a step back and releasing your hands. He only stares at you, eyes dark.

"Rin"

"Yeah?"

You nod towards the still buzzing phone "Your phone"

"Right"

It's Atsumu, asking where he is, and Suna cuts him off quickly with a "Be right there" that sounds too forceful even for him. When he turns around again, you already have your bag over shoulder. He arches an eyebrow at that. There's something peaking from it too...

Suna takes the little red bra in his hands before you can stop him "If you're not wearing this one right now then...?" he asks, confused, and watches you squirm away, your face the color of the underwear.

"I... actually been using one of my usual school ones all day..." you admit, eyes cast down "But I brought the red one because..."

"Why would you bring two bras...?"

And then it clicks, and Suna frowns and pushes the small lacy thing down on one of his pockets. If you like teasing so much, he'll show what he's really been wanting to do to you at school since you started dating.

You gape at him "What are you doing? Give me back..."

He touts at you, a lazy smirk on his lips "Sit on the bench"

"What...?"

"Sit on the bench and open your legs" he adds, taking a step towards you. When his phone starts buzzing again, he turns it off.

That's when you know he's serious.

"Rin..." you whisper, your knees finally giving in, and leading you to plop down on the bench at your right.

Suna doesn't waste time, and kneels in front you to grab both of your knees on his hands, pushing them out of the way. He glances at your already wet center, before licking his lips. They must taste like strawberries still.

"If you're not going to be wearing this bra after all, then you won't be wearing panties either"

He never makes it in time to continue practice, but he gets more pictures of you.

And doesn't even returns your bra.

#suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x female reader #suna x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna x female reader #suna rintaro #suna rintaro fic #suna fluff #suna smau #suna smut #hq suna #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #haikyuu smau #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu requests #inarazaki #atsumu miya #aran ojiro #kita shinsuke #hq fanfic

[mymarifae]

i think everyone who ships kris and ralsei is missing the point

like y’all saw the conclusion that ralsei and asriel are probably not the same person, and y’all went “oh thank god, so i CAN ship this!” no, they’re not the same person. but ralsei’s name is literally an anagram of asriel’s. the first thing noelle thinks when she sees ralsei is “wow that guy looks like asriel.” um?

yeah. there’s some weird fuckin’ moments, like the swan ride, or ralsei asking if kris is proposing. but you aren’t supposed to see those moments and instantly be like “awww omg shipping fodder 😍 otp etc!!!!!” you’re supposed to be uncomfortable. it’s not cute.

ralsei behaves the way he does to curate favor with the player. look. the idea very much seems to be that gaster and his followers kept an eye on us while we guided frisk and chara through undertale. impressed with our guiding hand in a pacifist route, gaster somehow isolated us and brought us over into the world of deltarune, in hopes that we can guide kris and their friends into a similarly happy ending. the concept of the player in these games is like, literally you and i right now, and also it’s just that - a concept

the thing possessing kris right now is us and it’s also meant to be the supposedly picture-perfect pacifist undertale player. which is where ralsei’s whole shtick comes into play. we’re supposed to make the connection to asriel right away and then it’s like, omg of course i wanna hug the little mini-asriel 🥺??? omg of course i wanna comfort him. omg look at his little blushies. omg omg omg-

you get the picture? 3/4s of the time when ralsei talks to kris he’s not really talking to them. he’s talking to us. he is trying to build his still developing personality around the idea of invoking fondness in us. he’s being cute for us. he wants us to like him. and then kris is shoved to the side and we are overstepping and we are inserting ourselves into what should be their own life

step back. look at this from kris's perspective. ralsei is a stranger to them, but he looks like a strawberry-scented version of their brother, and he clearly knows about the time god hitching a ride in their brain and he spends all his time appealing to it instead of seeing kris first and foremost. kinda like how their brother is a goody two shoes only as long as there's an adult watching... so, if ralsei is a little imitation of asriel, thaaaaat means. his toothachingly sweet disposition isn't 100% genuine

i don't think kris dislikes ralsei by any means. but they are certainly wary of him, and i mean. they're a second thought to him. he's prioritizing the player's favor over interacting with them for their own sake. that has to hurt very deeply, even if his reasoning for doing so is probably solid. (if the time god likes me a lot, they'll listen to me, and they won't commit mass murder just to "see what happens") their opinion of ralsei is probably better in ch2 than it was in ch1, too, after they got to share a genuine conversation with him in that prison cell. and by spending more time with susie, ralsei is beginning to see another way to go about this whole...ordeal. but. the strain between him and kris is still VERY much there. will it ever fully go away? i dunno :)

i think it's important that we as the player realize that like... gaster didn't. want us to possess kris like this. he wanted to give us an empty vessel. (although i do have to ask. if the vessel hadn't been discarded, what the hell would have happened to kris?) we should acknowledge kris's agency as their own character and respect it as much as we can, and so when ralsei pulls his little stunts, we should be uncomfortable on kris's behalf. they don't like any of that. at all.

and all of that aside why are you okay with shipping kris with someone who looks an awful like their brother and obviously has some kind of connection there, with kris and their family, even if they're not literally the same person. answer quickly 🤨

#just kinda talkin #deltarune #ralsei is like... the idealization of asriel. within both game universes and within our fanbase #like. i dont think enough people realize that our most genuine glimpse into asriel's character? #it wasnt the little goat apparition holding every soul in the underground. overwhelmed by the collective love for frisk #it was flowey. the whole time #so i think ralsei embodies a lot more of flowey than anyone is currently giving him credit for #also he's a weird little (sopping wet) shaggy white dog with perpetual tear stains #i say this with the utmost love. kris doesn't want to hug him