#( this is q'd!

[ode2rin]

kaiser, before this sight in front of him, was certain he carried all the crazy in this relationship. 

looking at what you were doing right now, he realized he was apparently wrong.

“darling, what are you doing?” he questioned, his curiosity piqued.

“practicing my WAG cheer and clap,” you replied nonchalantly.

“your what?” 

“if you make me repeat it, you'll find your pillow on the couch tonight,” you warned, sparing him a glance.

so, this is serious business.

“alright, i heard you. but why are you trying to mimic them?” he inquired, referring to the women you were watching on tv, seemingly seated on the sidelines of an NBA game, clapping like they intended to make no sound by how close their hands were.

fed up with his questions, you darted towards him. in your hand, you held your phone, containing a photo taken during one of his recent games. it captured the moment he scored a goal, with you in the background, caught up in the fervor of the crowd, jumping and screaming with unbridled joy. 

kaiser never thought he had a favorite photo of you until this one. 

“look at that!” you exclaimed, thrusting the phone into his hands before returning to the couch where you were initially situated.

“i look like one of your crazy fans, bouncing and screaming like that! you could basically see the entirety of my mouth by my scream! and i look like i won a multi-million lottery jackpot!” you continued to rant.

“that’s because you're proud of your man, baby,” kaiser reassured you with an amused smile.

“but i want to look chic! nonchalant! while i’m at it! twitter people are calling this photo ‘crazy fan behavior,’ mihya!” you protested.

kaiser couldn't help but chuckle at your outburst. he found this whole WAG thing incredibly adorable of you. “come here, please?”

you slowly approached your boyfriend from the kitchen counter he was leaning on. now that you had calmed down, you finally noticed that he had just gotten out of the shower, wearing nothing but his sweatpants. his tattoo was on full display, captivating your eyes. 

cheeky bastard, as always.

once you were within arm's reach, kaiser wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you around to face away from him. he held you in a warm embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and down your shoulders as if he was inhaling your essence.

“you know i wouldn't have it any other way,” he mumbled against your skin.

“really?” you softly ask, the tension dissipating from your mind. your focus shifted to the warm body pressed against your back and the sensation of his large hands kneading your hips.

“definitely, baby,” he replied, his voice low and hoarse, while peppering your nape with soft, lingering kisses. his hands slid sensually along the curves of your waist, pulling you closer to him. “when i look at your seat after a goal, i always look forward to seeing you like this. it makes me feel as if i have the energy of a hundred men when you cheer for me. so, you don't need this, hmm?”

“okay…” you whispered, no longer concerned about your previous intentions. your senses were now fully occupied by your lover.

“besides," he continued, his tone slightly teasing, “you did win a multi-million jackpot when you had me.”

you sighed. of course, he needs to mention that. “you really know how to ruin a moment.”

“come on! i'm worth that much!” he retorted, his smirk audible in his voice.

you couldn't help but smile, his playful banter lifting your spirits. “yeah, still. eat the rich.”

“well, i wouldn't say no to that, darling.”

“oh my god! michael kaiser!”

“i’m just saying!”

your boyfriend really knows how to ruin a moment, but still, you wouldn't have him any other way.

WAG = wife and gfs of high-profile pro athletes (but this is gn!reader oki) and if you know the WAG cheer and clap, that means we have weird tiktok fyps, no i will not elaborate.

note. here, take my insanity. i did not know what made me write this man in FLUFF (sighs i don't know who i am anymore) but it needs to leave me alone. jk, just testing things out for my milestone event hehe <3 this is slightly suggestive, btw!

[disabled-tolkien]

Dwarves canonically have sign language (Iglishmek), wheelchairs (Bombur uses one), and lower limb prostheses (Dain's foot). They also have Deaf warriors if you go by movie canon (Oin). Genuinely such disability icons, we should all be more like dwarves

[muwitch]

[puyopuyo]

Idk if you still take these messages- but happy penis Friday!!!!

i do! im just not online that much, so i have been missing penis friday p bad l8ly. wishing u a v happy penis friday tho! and that any/all the 1's i missed b4 this have been just friggin delightful, dunky hot coco 4 u (^w^)

[breadhao]

busy like a rockstar

[nariism]

did we just kiss?!

pair. itoshi sae x gn!reader

content: fluff, idiots in love, not proofread

wc. 0.7k

a/n: based loosely off of the "we accidentally kissed goodbye before they left for work" trope because it's funny and cute

itoshi sae is not an easy man to fluster.

in fact, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him get any further than slightly pink in the face. and even then he didn’t gratify you with any change in his expression, instead stubbornly staring at you with a deadpan. always so serious, that guy.

it’s not like he didn’t have people over. he actually had a lot of people over, but never the same one twice.

“being a celebrity sounds exhausting,” you told him one time. he just grunted at you in lieu of a proper response and slammed his bedroom door behind him. even famous people who live in the lap of luxury need to blow off steam once in a while, and it’s fine, you guess.

you only wish that they were quieter. maybe that was just sae’s type.

you’re not sure how you fell into the role of his roommate in the first place; you definitely did not keep up with the rent as dutifully as you should but for some reason he never minded covering the rest of the insane cost. you were just a friend from his youth— not his childhood by any means, in which the sentiment would hold up much better.

no, you met sae when you were seventeen years old. and since then he’s always spoiled you more than words could describe. in return, he comes home from gruelling practices to see your smiling face and the soft way you ask him “how was your day?”

he used to come home to an empty apartment, to a silence so loud that his ears would hurt. he would fill the air with white noise; leaving his tv running or boiling a kettle of tea, just to keep his sanity going a little longer.

he likes you. enough to allow you to be his white noise. it’s more pleasant than having to drink three cups of green tea every night, at least.

you’d like to think that you know everything about sae after living with him for almost two years. how he looks so tired in the morning and the way he doesn’t bother combing his hair, just slicking it back with some water and calling it a day. how he prefers to brush his teeth before eating in the morning, and then rinsing once with mouthwash after breakfast. how he comes home midday and flops onto the couch wordlessly to take his one hour nap at exactly 3 in the afternoon, and how he always falls asleep looking in your direction as you work at the desk on the other side of the room.

you’d like to think you know everything about sae. you don’t, but one thing is for sure: he really, really, really is not easy to fluster.

but one day, he finds you waiting at the door for him to say goodbye. you’re packing a little lunch into his gym bag because the night before he was complaining about always having to eat out during his breaks and that he was getting tired of bland food. there’s even a little sticky note attached to it with a smiley face and a heart with letters too small for him to read from this distance. and crap, it’s so domestic that he almost gets down on one knee right then and there.

(not that he has a crush on you or whatever, that would be so lame.)

“have a good day, sae,” you tell him with that smile on your face that makes him uncomfortably mushy inside.

“yeah, bye.”

and he’s not sure what kind of demon overtakes him, but he leans in to kiss you. a small peck right on the lips. it lasts maybe half a second before he stands up straight, eyes wide at his own actions, and pushes past you to rush out the door. as always, it slams behind him.

you’re left standing there in the entrance, staring at the door with a mixture of amusement and horror because itoshi sae, your roommate, might have just kissed you entirely on reflex.

he’s totally flustered, too, because in that half-second that his lips were on yours he swears you kissed him back.

when he gets into the backseat of the car waiting for him downstairs, his manager looks at him like he’s seen a ghost.

“are you… blushing?”

sae does not have a very good day after that.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[gece1g]

[softerhaze]

lil garden party for egg day 🌷🐣🐰

me, watching paloma be aggressive and mean to the literal flower bunny: omg.....my baby ;----;

....no comment

[nail-art-no-jutsu]

💸 Edo tensei Kakuzu💸

Stuff I liked

badass entrance + epic jump

rare grin

wondering about Hidan (also I love Hidan's face in this)

the way he revels in the fact that Ino Shika Cho will have to fight their former sensei

even as he gets sliced through he delivers a line like this

then there's this line

then he got hit during the statue's attack and made this face and if that's not a whole mood idk what is, it's so memeable, like... tfw the new bs thing they installed at your work job causes more problems than it fixes

What I would have liked to see:

some backstory stuff!!!! come on, where's little Kakuzu? and where's the history of how he was sent to kill Hashirama and punished for failing to do so?? (thank you all writers who explore this part of his life, you're doing Lord Jashin's work)

some mean nasty commenting on Choji's reluctance to hit Asuma, some vicious projecting like kids are so soft these days and look at that useless piece of shit who trained them too

and when he sees how Asuma's encouraging them he's like, why's he telling the kids what to do, if they can't kill their former teacher, let them die ffs, that's not how things were done in the bad old days, he never would have gotten so powerful if he had been coddled like this??

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me 🎵

I mean?? let Kakuzu be bitter, and salty, and full of trauma-fueled assholery, like a rejected cinnamon roll left to rot

I love him so much 😭😭😭😍😍😍

something something he got defeated by a bunch of kids. again.

and what would his village elders say, of course Hashirama wiped the floor with you, you can't even defeat these literal babies

not that it actually made sense that he got defeated by them last time anyway, he was much more powerful, he did not deserve that. there are lots of good posts on this, I highly recommend going into his tag! but I digress

we don't even see his soul depart after edo tensei ends!!!! we do in the anime but not in the manga (hmu with screenshots if I just missed it, I would love to see), and that's not fair at all to his character, but who am I kidding, don't we already know that Kakuzu can't have nice things??

and I wanted some last words or thoughts, they don't even have to be about Hidan

just kidding they absolutely have to be about Hidan

about how he should hurry up and croak already so they can reincarnate together cause their partnership was the only thing worthwhile on this bitch of an earth

yeah. I lov them both

💞💓💞

[wondercircuit]

"I think it's been a pretty solid weekend 'til now. […] We bolted a lot of new things on the car […] I mean, mm yeah it's… yeah, just look at the timesheets." - Post-qualifying, Silverstone 2024

[mojogifs]

Ewan Mitchell as Ettore

High Life

[dreamgrlarchive]

dolly french set by nailzbyjazmine on ig

[soupsnspoons]

EVERYONE GO READ @sideordered's FIC RECURSION SICKNESS RIGHT NOEWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mysteriousz]

75/∞ SKZ | Lose My Breath MV

[elvedon]

[breadhao]

*heart eyes intensifies*