#(or u can just spectate!!)

[spectator-eyes]

Petition to spam the Halsin tag with Halsin love because I've seen not one, but two shitheads in his tag today hating on him and his fans.

Seriously we're the most chill subsection of the BG3 fandom, wtf is everyone's problem?

[tiny-chubby-bird]

big stoopid sketchdump, first of my tiefling boy eve, then my drow boy, urlyn

[daughterthethird]

PONDERING RN… does any of my artist mutuals/friends wanna maybeeeee… yknoooowwwww… draw with me on aggie.io… someday… or possibly even today… 👉👈

[watermelon-eater]

@ indo homestucks. im gonna be running an rpgstuck (homestuck-based play by post TTRPG) campaign soon w my other indo friends, if you guys would like to spectate feel free to DM me ur discord :9

[forlix]

𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞・b.c.

— incurable playboy turned doting boyfriend was a character development arc nobody saw coming for christopher bang, including (especially) his frat brothers.

words・2.8k pairing・frat president!chris x gn!reader genres・fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, college!au, fuckboy!chris, boys being boys, kissing, implied sex so mdni warnings・substance use, talk of past heartbreak

a/n・here is "nobody believes you're dating" w/chan, requested by none other than my @rachalixie for my 2k event !! anny, i hope u love this fic as much as i love u; thank you for allowing me to write something so self-indulgent <3

In the deafening throes of one of Phi Mu Alpha’s spring kickbacks, Minho finds Jeongin and Seungmin standing in motionless silence by the kitchen counter. Both boys are gaping at something with an intensity that dips egregiously into the realm of creepy. He moves to pour himself a shot.

“What the fuck are you people looking at?”

Seungmin prods a pointer finger in the relevant direction. It takes a few seconds of scanning the scene for Minho to find what he’s referring to. He digs a knuckle into his eye, instantly confused by what he’s seeing. Maybe the gaping is justified.

The windows and doors have all been thrown open to invite the balmy April weather into the foyer of the frathouse. There’s a large crowd of people huddled around a long, foldable table stationed before the stairs; Jaehyun clutches a ping-pong ball between his fingers, singular eye squinted shut as he takes aim. The number of remaining solo cups dwindles rapidly, as does the players’ sobriety.

Something—someone—is missing.

Not to say “beer pong virtuoso” was one of the reasons Chris was elected frat president, but you’d think the guy had a career path in basketball with how he’s given the entire Greek life community alcohol poisoning by courtesy of two or three plastic balls alone. Minho has never known him to miss a shot, let alone miss out on a game.

Today, however, the reigning champion is only spectating, seated above the ongoing match on one of the steps of the main staircase.

A beautiful stranger is sitting beside him, cheek pressed to his shoulder as you peer at the match through the bannister.

You say something inaudible. The laugh it earns from Chris is bright enough to pick up from a few streets down. He leans in to murmur something in return, and you slide your hand over his nape to pull his mouth onto yours, light blush crawling up and over your ears. The way Chris melts into you can only be described as familiar, his eyes slowly fluttering shut, finger hooking delicately beneath your chin, grin going lopsided as your lips part—

“That’s enough,” Minho hisses, tearing his eyes away with considerable effort. “Aren’t you ashamed? Just fucking ogling.”

Jeongin shakes his head, grinning. “It’s dinner and a show. We’d be idiots not to.”

By dinner, he must mean the gallon of chocolate milk he’s been drinking from for the last hour. He now holds out said gallon with the intent to cheers. Seungmin picks up the entire handle and does the same.

Minho sighs, clinks his glass against theirs, and they throw back their respective refreshments in unison.

“Anywho.” Jeongin swipes the back of his hand over his mouth before going on. “You guys know who that is?”

Minho resurfaces with a wince, relishing in the bitter aftermath, then motions for Seungmin to give the bottle back straightaway. He arrived to the function late and he’s not nearly as drunk as he’d like to be.

Seungmin obliges Minho only after another heady swig. “No clue. Probably just another fling, no?”

“Mmm,” Jeongin hums in assent. “It’s Chris we’re talking about, after all.”

"Agreed. Case closed.”

There’s an air of finality in Seungmin’s voice—but Minho isn’t so sure.

Perhaps because he has never noticed that Chris had dimples until now; or because you fold so naturally into Chris' side after your kiss ends, head nuzzling against the crook of his neck and hand seeking out his to hold in your lap; or, most likely, because Chris' eyes seem to return to you when he looks at you, as if his gaze drifting anywhere else is but a momentary departure from where it really belongs. As if he comes home every time you come into his line of vision.

Whatever the reason, the idea coalesces in Minho’s mind, even as inebriation begins to fall over his cognitive faculties like a curtain, that the boys have got it wrong.

Jeongin utters his name, jolting him out of his trance. There’s another shot lifted halfway to Minho’s lips that hasn’t budged in minutes. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Minho looks at Jeongin first, Seungmin next, then back at Chris and his stunning companion. He’s not inclined to answer the question in full, but he can in truth. A coy smile crosses his face.

“Threesome?”

Jeongin laughs hard enough to collapse onto the kitchen island. Seungmin drags a hand down his face. “Come on, man.”

In the corner of his eye, you’ve gone back to kissing again, slow and sweet and secretive. Chris' gentle hold on your jaw shields you from view but fails to hide his lovesick smile. Dimly, Minho thinks that maybe his friend has met his match.

Then, he takes four shots in rapid succession—and stops thinking altogether.

Christopher Bang’s love life is like a horror movie and romcom spliced together: a fiasco of a film to which his housemates have front row seats.

The frat’s upperclassmen live in sets of four-bed, two-bath suites comprising a small common space with a kitchen and a sitting area, sandwiched by bedrooms on either side. It is in that common space that Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung often see or hear Chris stumbling home after a night out, entangled with a different attractive stranger every time—so often, in fact, that they’ve come to believe that he’s deathly allergic to anything bigger than a one-and-done hookup.

They can’t judge. In part because they’d be throwing stones from glass houses, but also because the man’s penchant for empty physicality is far from unfounded. His past self gave pieces of his heart to the wrong people, contracted first-degree burns from the guileless warmth he sought out. Now, his version of “intimacy” is less a connotation of closeness than it is a self-contradiction, for it should be impossible for so much distance to remain between two people in a single bed.

Chris hasn’t vocalized any of this. Nor have his housemates discussed it with each other. The knowledge simply exists in the air between the four of them like something akin to taboo, dipping in and out of acknowledgement depending on the circumstance.

This might be the circumstance of all time.

At around 11:40 A.M. on a Saturday, three doors in the suite open at once. Hyunjin and Changbin aren’t coincidence—the latter is coercing the former to go to the gym again—but they lift their eyes to the opposite side of the living room, and the slice of milk bread dangling from Hyunjin’s lips very nearly takes a fatal fall. Changbin manages to snatch it up with an extended hand.

Chris has just emerged from his room as well. Your silhouette follows close behind, your mouth stretching into a yawn as you massage the sleep from your eyes. You’re sporting a mesh green sweater identical to one Chris owns. They find Chris' accessories more interesting than his clothes, though: two hickeys peeking out from beneath his jaw and the base of his neck.

Chris sees Hyunjin and Changbin right away, and his expression goes utterly blank, not unlike their faces as they watch you close his door meticulously. You turn around and gasp.

The four of you stare at each other for what feels like multiple business days. At least, Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chris stare at each other; your eyes dart between the men on the other side of the room and the man next to you, silently pleading for him to say something. He does not for a long while.

Then, he lunges for one of the throw pillows on the couch and flings it at Hyunjin like a shot put. It ricochets off his chest and lands on the floor rather anticlimactically.

“Distraction!” Chris yells anyways, grabbing your hand and tearing towards the exit, wild grin on his face. “Go, go, go!”

Your raucous laughter lingers even after you’ve been hauled away, accompanied by an unintelligible, breathless shout of something along the lines of my toothbrush—and then the front door clicks shut, and there are two.

Changbin and Hyunjin lock eyes, struggling to process what just happened. Hyunjin is the first to move, wandering hesitantly into the bathroom that Chris and Jisung share. Nothing about the place looks out of the ordinary.

“Well, shit,” Hyunjin says out loud.

That is, aside from the two toothbrushes slotted in the holder on Chris' side of the counter.

Something moves in the bathroom window, catching his attention. Hyunjin looks over just in time to spot you and Chris dart out onto the lawn two floors below. Chris has his arm draped over your shoulders, yours wrapped around his waist. Your smile is discernible all the way from here, and Hyunjin sees a perfect mirror of it on his friend’s face when Chris glances at the frathouse over his shoulder. 

Has he always had dimples?

Moments later, Changbin joins him in peering out the window. A high-pitched cackle erupts from the older boy’s lips. “Look at that idiot.”

Standing off to the left is a tiny, astonished Han Jisung, his arms full of groceries, jaw sitting squarely the grass and whites of his eyes on full display as he watches you and Chris stroll away.

Hyunjin laughs with his whole fucking body. Changbin whips out his phone and takes a picture.

When you finally breach the topic, it’s because you don’t think you can physically study for another minute—but also because, after multiple long months of fruitless sparring, your curiosity finally wins.

Your boyfriend is seated in your desk chair, feet kicked up onto your mattress with his laptop propped up on his thighs. His features have rearranged themselves into an expression of intense focus as he pores over his production homework. You can hear music blaring through his headphones from all the way here.

You uncross your legs from below you, scootch across your bed, and lift your hands to cradle his cheeks. He startles as if coming out of a trance, then begins to smile when he reads the words hi, Channie off your lips.

His headphones fall around his neck. He sets his laptop down onto your desk with a dull thunk. The next thing to drop is you when Chris seizes you by the waist and tackles you into the mattress. The somber atmosphere of your study session is shattered by your muted laughter and Chris pressing his lips to every inch of your exposed skin he can. He saves your mouth for last.

“Hey, beautiful,” he answers, but only after kissing the living daylights out of you, the syllables soft and silky with adoration. “Missed me?”

You drag your eyes from his brown irises with blown pupils to his sloping nose, from his disheveled dark locks to his cordate lips, so plush and warm against your own that you swear you still feel them there. You brush a hand over the back of his neck, your head now spinning so badly that you barely remember what you wanted to ask him.

“Always,” you say. “I was starting to feel jealous of your homework.”

He chuckles. “Shit, I’ll drop out of college right now, baby. Just say the word.”

“You’re perfect,” you hum.

“Says you,” he murmurs, nudging the tip of his nose against yours.

Your lips find each other’s again—needless to say, your study sessions aren’t known for their productivity. Some time passes before you come up for air. Even afterwards, Chris doesn’t let you go far, pulling you into his chest by the curve of your waist, nuzzling his cheek into your hairline. You only need to whisper for him to hear your question.

“Can I ask you something?”

“'Course,” he returns, and you’re close enough to sense him tighten with apprehension. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry.” You print a kiss to the side of his neck for extra reassurance. “It’s just…I’ve been meaning to ask how your friends feel about me.”

He tightens with something else now: surprise, you’re guessing; you’re hoping. You hadn’t seriously considered that the answer could be negative, but it’s dawning on you now that the possibility of that isn’t zero.

“Where’s this coming from?” Chris inquires, his tone opaque.

You hesitate, mentally reviewing your interactions with your boyfriend’s social circle. Hyunjin and Jisung can’t make eye contact with you when they speak to you. Minho does nothing but make eye contact with you whether he’s speaking to you or not. Jeongin and Seungmin can maintain small talk for about ten seconds before they start looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. Changbin is the only one you’ve held a conversation with, and only because you were going up the same stairs at the same time and the alternative would have been mind-numbing silence.

What is the best way for you to say this?

“Well,” you begin, “I can’t help but notice that they act a little—when I’m around, they’re a bit, uh—”

“—crazy,” Chris offers. “Completely fucking bat-shit crazy.”

“Yes. Exactly that.”

Chris threads a hand through your hair, the comforting gesture doing nothing to assuage your worry. It seems there’s some truth behind your impressions. Your next words are tinged with a quiet sadness.

“I’m not imagining things, then?”

“No, angel,” he sighs. “But not for the reasons you think.”

A beat passes. Chris perceives your silence as a chance to backtrack, to opt out of this conversation if it’s one he’s not ready for. He would’ve leapt at the opportunity once.

But he realizes in that moment, with your voice gentle against his ears and your touch so doting upon his skin, how much has changed since he met you: from the color of the sky to the word home and everything in between, including his cynicism towards love and all the iterations of forever it holds. 

With that epiphany comes another, then another: he wants you to know why his friends are acting insane, wants you to know about him and his past and all the wounds of his you never know you healed, wants you to spend the rest of this forever with him.

His pointer finger dusts beneath your chin, a wordless request for you to look at him, and he nearly liquifies when you do and he finds entire constellations in your eyes. 

“It’s a lot,” he mumbles, though he suspects you know that already; he suspects you know about the other stuff, too. 

You bring your hand to the side of his face, bring your forehead to rest upon his. Your closeness washes over him like a low summer tide lapping over sandy shores, a soothing balm spreading over scorched flesh. 

“It’s you,” you breathe. “I will love it just the same.”

Chris' held breath comes out in shudders.

So this is warmth.

Minho and Felix are watching anime on the couch when a knock comes at their door, unfortunately during a pivotal moment of a pivotal episode. 

Minho hits pause with a ghastly groan. Felix laughs and rises to his feet, dashing into his room to grab the two silver necklaces he’ll be loaning out for the evening. “Coming!”

Outside, Chris is standing alone, hips and thighs accentuated by a pair of tight-fitting dress pants, sculpted chest and collarbones framed by a thin, cream-colored shirt with the top three buttons undone. Most of his hair has been pushed off his forehead, leaving a few locks free to fall over his right eyebrow. He’s rolling up his sleeves when Felix opens the door, veined forearms flexing as a result of the effort.

“Well?” He asks. Minho cranes his neck to look past Felix.

Both boys start to holler and whistle like excited macaques.

“What in the Calvin Klein is this?” Felix shouts, spinning Chris around by the shoulders. “You look insane, bro. Holy fuck.”

“What’s the occasion, young man?” Minho inadvertently sounds like a gruff uncle. “Where are you going dressed like that, huh?”

Chris' laugh comes easier nowadays. What’s more, it comes in a way that reaches the rest of him, that ends in a tiny, high squeak that you really have to look for in order to hear.

Felix and Minho can't help but replicate his smile. Those clothes look good on him, yes—but happiness looks better.

“You guys are silly,” Chris giggles. Dimples indent his cheeks as he accepts the necklaces from Felix. “Thanks, man. I’ll give ‘em back tomorrow.”

“No rush,” Felix replies, grinning. “Have fun, yeah?”

“We will.” Chris starts to retreat down the hallway, hands moving to clasp the jewelry around his neck, but not before he blows the both of them a kiss.

“Be back before ten!” Minho hollers; Chris laughs again, turns a corner, and disappears.

Felix closes the door. His smile falters fast. Minho has brought his face mere centimeters away, his expression thoroughly humorless.

“Tell me only the truth, Lee Yongbok,” he deadpans.

“O-okay—”

“Is Chris in a relationship?”

“—oh.” Felix frowns. “Well, yeah.”

Minho blanches. “How—how long?”

“One year, give or take? Anniversary’s today.”

Minho is stunned. Felix is stunned that Minho is stunned.

© 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐱 (est. 090323) · liked this work? please consider reblogging, commenting, or sending me an ask to let me know; or, read my other writing here. thanks so much for the support ♡

[russellsppttemplates]

can you do a blurb where reader and charles is on a date and charles went to the bathroom but there was a fan that approached the reader asking for a photo, but the reader gets confused because she isn't famous as charles since shes only known as WAG with a basic occupation so she says "charles is at the bathroom right now, he'll come later" but the fan pulls a "i don't want a pic with him, i want a pic with u" and the reader gets flattered and charles just spectates the whole thing- sorry if its too specificcc thank you!!

"I'll be quick, amour", Charles said as he got up, leaving a kiss on the top of your head before he headed to the bathroom.

You loved cooking, and most of the time you didn't mind staying home, but now that Charles was back into the racing season, you had to admit you enjoyed every time he took you out for a date and today was no exception. The meal was lovely and you both had a good time, basking in just being in each other's presence and planning your schedules around the next few races and your work calendar.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, Y/N", a girl who approached your table smiled kindly, "I'm Anna, and I was wondering if I could get a picture - only of that's okay though!", she assured.

"You're not bothering, no worries", you smiled, "I'm sure Charles won't mind, he just went to the bathroom right now, he'll be back soon".

"Oh, I already have a picture with him from last year", she stated, "I don't want a picture with him, I want one with you", she spoke.

"Oh", you blurted before you could event think about it first, "I'm sorry, that came out the wrong way! I'll take one sure - I just wasn't expecting it, that's all", you admitted.

"I really look up to you - you're still so young, and your career already has so many landmark achievements, it's incredible! And you're always supporting Charles whenever you can - I can really see how much he cares about you", she smiled before standing beside you to snap a couple of selfies.

"Look who that is", you smirked as you spotted your boyfriend spectating the whole scene, now walking to you with a smile in his blushed face.

"Hi Charles!", Anna greeted, "I was just getting a photo with Y/N - thank you again", she smiled, "good luck for the next race, Charles!", she cheered before excusing herself.

"You're famous, mon ange", Charles said as he sat at the table, holding your hand as you told him the whole thing as if he hadn't watched it, "I have to share you with my fans nowadays!".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Fellow Honest - Playful Dress Vignette

"My stars, a grave insult!"

[Scalding Sands – Silk City]

Fellow: Now, ladies and gentlemen!

Fellow: What you are about to see here is a one-of-a-kind wonder.

Fellow: This is truly a genuinely invaluable show you are about to witness.

[rabble, rabble]

Fellow: Nice, them people're finally startin' to gather…!

Fellow: If you're interested in what I have to show, please, drop a few madol in this can over here. Any amount is fine～!

Fellow: And now, feast your eyes…

Fellow: On this… A one-of-a-kind puppet that can walk on its own without strings!

Fellow: What do you think, Mister? Madam? Doesn't it look so life-like? Amazing, is it not!?

Fellow: This exquisite beastman doll is the only one of its kind.

Fellow: You all are fortunate indeed to see such a fantastical sight. If your interest was piqued, I implore you to leave a token of appreciation…

[rabble, rabble]

Fellow: …Eh? It's not a puppet? A normal living being?

Fellow: HOW RUDE! WHAT EVIDENCE HAVE YOU FOR YOUR ACCUSATION!?

Fellow: Please, look carefully. It might be able to move without strings, but even if I poke or tickle it, it won't even cry out or laugh.

Fellow: It is a beautifully crafted puppet. Yes, that's right, there can be no question.

[Gidel nods]

Fellow: Ah, stop, Gidel!

Fellow: …It moved? Oh no, it must have just been a trick of the eye.

Fellow: Or, are you perhaps trying to insinuate that I, Fellow Honest, am a liar?

Fellow: You didn't mean it…? Ahhh, oh, but you've hurt my feelings so～!

Fellow: I've been known as Honest John, a man of integrity, pure and innocent, and yet you would call me a liar…

Fellow: I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SUFFER SUCH A DAY! MY STARS, A GRAVE INSULT!

Fellow: Hey now, Mister. Since you've damaged my pride like this, feels like you should provide me with a show of good faith and…

Gidel: [sneeze]

Fellow: AH!!

Fellow: U-Uhh… Ladies and gentlemen, I… Hm? You want your money and time back? …No need to get so angry… Hahaha…

Fellow: …Crap.

Fellow: RUN, GIDEL!!

Fellow: Haah… Pant, pant… Did we lose them?

Fellow: …YOU NITWIT! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE RIGHT THEN TO SNEEZE!?

Fellow: Just a little longer and we woulda gotten something extra on top of their spectator fees!

Gidel: …

Fellow: Ugh, whatever. ...All we got to show for that in the end was just a little bit of spare change…

Fellow: …And whatever small bits and bobs of jewelry they had on them.

Fellow: I stealthily swiped them with my magic while those idiots were all focused on you, but there's not much here. Shame.

Fellow: This dump ain't worth staying in. Time to move on, Gidel! Fwahaha!

[Fairest City – Crystal Galleria]

Fellow: Look carefully, fair people! What I have here is a magestone. However, this is no ordinary magestone.

Fellow: The date: 1000 years ago; the place: the depths leagues below the Coral Sea. This magestone was said to be sought even by the Great Seven!

Fellow: It may look like an ordinary pebble. So, what makes this an extraordinary find? Once you hear what I have to say, you'll never recover from the shock!

Fellow: Listen and be amazed! This is a miraculous stone where whosoever holds it becomes capable of using magic!

Gidel: ! [honks horn]

Fellow: For you, ladies and gentlemen, I risked life and limb searching high and low for this in the most secluded southern regions.

Fellow: There is only one of these gemstones in existence. We'll start the bidding at 50,000 madol (500 Thaumarks)! Come, come, all who are interested, please raise up a hand!

[silence]

Fellow: …Huh, no one wants to raise a hand? What, do I have before me a gaggle of broke spectators?

Fellow: Heh, gutless, all of you. Ah, but damn it all! Is there not a single one among you with the courage to reach out and grasp the miracle laid out before you!?

Fellow: With icy demeanors like that, even my fleas will laugh at me.

Fellow: …I'm sure you all are simply thinking there's no way you could trust vagabonds like us, isn't that right?

Fellow: You think I'm selling you a fake? You think you'll be wasting your money?

Fellow: Aah, that's no good, my dear fellows! If you mistrust me so fervently, it's not as fun...

Fellow: Don't worry. If you believe in what I tell you, there's nothing for you to be afraid of.

Fellow: COME ON TO THE THEATER!

Fellow: LIFE IS FUN

Fellow: …Ah, there we go, that was quick. 80,000 madol from the gent over there! And 100,000 madol from the one over here!

Fellow: A good call, everyone! With such wise decision-making skills, you all have a future scholar inside you!

Fellow: Fwahahaha! Look at 'em idiots believing at whatever stupid story I throw their way!

Fellow: A magestone that'll give you the ability to use magic～? If something like that really existed, I'd've used it myself.

Fellow: Even the guys who were the most skeptical leapt at the chance once I used my Unique Magic. I sure enjoy pulling the wool over idiots who try to look down on me.

Fellow: Hm, let's see how much we earned today…

Fellow: Two, four, six, eight… Oho, not a bad haul. Look, Gidel, we'll be feasting tonight!

[Gidel hops happily]

Fellow: Word's probably got around by now, especially after I raked in this much. This might be the end of the line for our earnings here…

Gidel: …

Fellow: What? You want to head south this time?

Fellow: Not a bad idea. How 'bout we target vacationers at them fancy resorts?

Fellow: Let's see if we can kindly crash their little enjoyable vacations.

Fellow: …Yeah, that's perfect. You're a genius, Gidel. This time, we'll be the fancy, rich folk out on vacation.

Fellow: We go where we want, when we want. We have nothing and no one tying us down.

Fellow: That's the least we deserve as free-spirited folk!

[Sunset Savanna – Sunrise City]

Fellow: EEEEP～～! I PROMISE, I WON'T DO ANYTHING BAD ANYMORE, I PROMISE!

Fellow: HELP～～～!

[Sunset Savanna – Sunrise City]

Fellow: SHIT! THAT MASSIVE CHEAPSKATE!

Fellow: They were carrying around a crazy fat wallet. They could've spared even a little bit and nothing woulda hurt their bottom line.

Fellow: Yet they caused a fuss just from me trying to swipe a few thousand madol… Ouuuch, it's still throbbing where they hit me.

[stomachs gurgle]

Fellow: Man, I'm starving. It's gonna suck to go another night without dinner.

Fellow: Ain't there something we can find to eat…?

[Gidel starts to drift away]

Fellow: …Hey, wait, Gidel! Don't open that can!

Fellow: Geez… Don'tcha see what it says right here? It's got OIL inside. You can't eat it, even if you open it.

Fellow: You do the same thing every time you're hungry. I've taught you dozens of times, can't you read what it says?

Gidel: …

Fellow: C'mon, squat here a little. I'll draw it out on the ground, so don't forget this time, 'kay?

Fellow: O is for Orange! It looks round and tasty, don't it?

Fellow: I is for Ice Cream! That thin, ice popsicle was pretty tasty the other day, wasn't it?

Fellow: L is for laugh! Don't it look like a smile when you look at it on it's side?

Fellow: …Why is L the only thing that's not food? I couldn't think of anything, so sue me.

Fellow: There's only so much I can teach you, too.

Fellow: Tch. If I had been able to go to school… By now I woulda been more…

[Gidel pats Fellow]

Gidel: …

Fellow: What? We don't need school to fill our bellies?

Fellow: Sigh, oh, Gidel. You know, you're…

Fellow: TOTALLY RIGHT!!

Fellow: That's right, we're living just fine even without going to school.

Fellow: Learning whatever with books and pencils is utter nonsense.

Fellow: We'll just clean out those suckers that went though their oh so lovely education, and just live a life that's even fuller.

Gidel: !

Fellow: That's right, leave it to me! Follow me, kid, and one day, you'll be a grand showstopper too.

Fellow: We'll get some halfwit students to dance for us on a stage for our own amusement!

Fellow: Now… What's more important right now is figuring out what we're going to eat tonight. I'll try to find something, so you start a fire.

Fellow: Just throw whatever you find into the fire, like wooden crates, or posters or… Hm?

Fellow: This job posting here… Oh, well, well!

Fellow: Look here, Gidel, That one prick is looking to hire someone. And this time, it's at an amusement park!

Fellow: I don't know what they're planning, but… Last time we did work for 'em, we made a killing.

Fellow: I can't stand how he looks down on us, but there's a lot more to gain out of it…

Fellow: Why don't we just go hear them out, Gidel? If we don't like it, we can just bail.

Fellow: We live only for today, never thinking about what tomorrow might bring. We do whatever work keeps our lives free and fun. 'Cause we can go and do whatever we want.

[Gidel nods, Fellow whistles as they go off]

Requested by @sakurakudo.

[rumplereids]

and then, just like clockwork.

part one tags: spencer reid x fem! reader. aaron hotchner x fem!reader. not really infidelity. p in v smut. they need couple's therapy. a/n: i could't sleep and churned this lil guy out. i hope u like it :) requests are open!

Aaron Hotchner has always been a man of logic. Pragmatic almost to a fault; an armor built over the decades. You, on the other hand, always lead with your heart. It was one of the things that made you so irresistible to a man like Aaron Hotchner. So, in some twisted way, he can understand how you found yourself in this situation. What baffles him the most is how he got into it himself.

Seated on an armchair, a glass of whiskey in hand. Trying so hard to ignore the pulse of his cock. Hot and heavy, hard under the tent of his slacks. He can’t help but watch. Mesmerized by the way your hips move. Hypnotized by the push and pull, the slide in and out of Spencer’s cock into your glistening pussy.

He can see it from where he’s seated. At the foot of the bed, sheets a wedding gift from your aunt. He can see the way you grind down onto the man and cock giving you your pleasure. He can see the way Spencer’s hands move up and down your body; waist and hips, a loving caress that makes this situation even more debauched than he’d expected.

Aaron takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the burn down his throat stung, almost like the scratches you left down his back earlier on.

He can’t remember when this whole thing started. He doubts you nor Spencer did either. All he could remember was walking into your apartment one night, finding you on your knees by the couch, Spencer’s cock in your mouth. He couldn’t remember why he went to your home in the first place. He can still picture the way Spencer looked up at him, eyes glazed over in a haze of lust, mouth parted and cheeks red. He remembers the way his cock throbbed at the sight.

And now, he continues to spectate. In your marriage bed, he always did his best to bring you your pleasure. It always got him off, seeing your post-orgasm glow. He loved to pleasure you. He never knew how much he’d love to see another man pleasure you.

“Aaron,” you moan, still riding Spencer’s cock like you needed it to live. Spencer lets out his own little moan. “Kiss me, please. Aaron,” you’re cut off by another moan. Eyes closing from the pleasure, Spencer’s lips and tongue lavishing attention on one of your nipples.

Aaron puts down his glass, tugging his underwear down his hips and thighs before crawling on the bed. Hands and knees dent the mattress as he moves towards you. Your back to his chest, his knees pressing against Spencer’s thighs. Aaron’s hands move to grip you around your jaw and chin, tilting your neck up so you can meet his lips. He kisses you like this; your neck bent backward, lips upside down against his. Spencer moans at the way your new position makes your stomach go taut, your stomach and curves defining like a Grecian painting.

Spencer Reid has always been called idealistic. His youth and eagerness made it easy to call him so. His idealism was what had you so drawn to him. He wonders what you would say if he confessed. With his back to the bed, he watches the way you lose yourself finding pleasure on his cock. He watches the way Aaron hovers behind you, thick fingers rubbing against your clit.

He always loved to plan and strategize. Concoct up plans for events that may never come to pass. It was a childhood pastime of his. He wonders what you would think if he told you he’s been picturing this exact moment since the day he met you.

He meets your eyes from above him. You have spit painting the corner of your mouth. You smile. And then he knew.

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[kaiijo]

HE HAS A RIVAL FOR YOUR HEART — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: itoshi rin, mikage reo, nagi seishiro content: fem! reader, reader is a pro-athlete in rin’s but there’s no physical descriptions, feat. miya atsumu + bokuto koutarou (hq!!), kagami taiga (knb), characters are pro-athletes so i envision them as being in their 20s in this notes: when can this be me?

⋆｡° itoshi rin

Rin glanced around the stadium, taking in the lights and spectators and other athletes with disinterest and a mounting annoyance. He loathed having himself and the rest of the team paraded around like show ponies, but he supposed he could play nice (well, as nicely as he could) given that this was a charity event and that you were here.

You were the starting setter for Japan’s women’s volleyball team, and someone who Rin had taken a recent liking to. He found you to be pleasant to be around, never irritating or pushy and you were kind and talented. He had a certain fondness for you, not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

He spotted you a few yards away in the stadium. The charity event had professional athletes competing in something like a field day, and you were all grouped by the type of sport you played, which meant you stood with both your own team and the men’s national volleyball team.

Rin’s eyes trailed over you, a small smile making its way to his face as he admired how you looked in your uniform. His mood soured when he saw who you were talking to: Miya Atsumu. He had only met Atsumu a handful of times, usually when you invited a couple of friends to hang out, but he knew the two of you were close, if Atsumu’s frequent presence on your social media was anything to go by. Rin’s lips would curl into a sneer whenever he’d see Atsumu’s smirky face appear on his Instagram in a post from your account, envy clawing at his throat when he saw Atsumu’s arm thrown around your shoulders as you two took a post-practice picture together.

His eyes, unfortunately, met Atsumu’s gaze and Rin scowled at the smug smile and wave Atsumu gave him. He tuned out most of what the host of the event was saying, only listening in again when they announced that Japan’s men’s volleyball team would be going up against the national men’s soccer team in the first game.

His eyes met Atsumu’s again, and he glared when he saw you give him a high-five and wished him good luck. Then, you turned away from him and made your way over to Rin. He stood up straighter as you approached and you grinned at him, clapping your hands together. “Good luck, Rin.”

He replied, “I don’t need luck to beat these mediocrities.”

You just smiled and nodded and said, “I’m sure but I wanted to say good luck anyways.”

Rin paused for a moment, watching as his teammates began to get into position for the first event. You said, “I should get to the sidelines.”

You turned to leave and then Rin asked, “Don’t I get a high-five?” You snorted but raised your hand up anyway. Instead of simply hitting his hand against yours, Rin took your hand in his and intertwined his fingers with yours.

You stared at him as he grew a second head. “What’s this, Rin?”

He released your hand and shrugged. “Soaking up your supposed good luck.” He met Atsumu’s gaze for the third time and this time, it was Rin’s turn to smirk.

⋆｡° mikage reo

Reo glanced over the crowd of people in his apartment again, spotting his own teammates as well as other friends and friends of friends. He frowned when he didn’t see you anywhere. Chigiri, who he had been chatting with, patted him on the back and said, “Be patient, I’m sure she’ll show up soon.”

Reo sighed and offered him a tight-lipped smile. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket a few moments later and he reached for it frantically, a message from you on his lockscreen. He swiped across the screen to open it.

You [10:32 PM] sorry i’m running late!! you said u were ok if i brought a friend right?

Reo typed back a quick reply. Of course! The more the merrier hahaha

You [10:34 PM] perf! we’re about a block away

When you said you’d be bringing a friend, Reo had expected it to be one of your girl friends. When he opened his door, however, he didn’t expect to see the semi-familiar, six-foot-three form of pro-basketball player Kagami Taiga standing beside you.

You beamed at Reo, throwing your arms around his shoulder in a hug. “Thanks so much for the invite,” you said. You pulled back to introduce the two of them, and Kagami said, “I think we’ve met before. Mikage, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Reo chuckled but he could hear how strained he sounded. There were a thousand thoughts racing through his head, though the loudest one was Who is Kagami to you? You had called him a friend, but really, what did that mean? Was he just a friend or was he a friend?

He realized he had been just standing there, so Reo moved to the side and said, “Sorry, come in.”

As the night progressed, Reo found himself torn between being happy you wanted to spend time with him and irritation that you also insisted on dragging Kagami along with you. He forgot that you had spent a lot of your childhood in America, where you apparently had known Kagami. When you moved to Japan for high school, when you and Reo met, you lost touch with Kagami and only recently reconnected.

As you regaled him with stories about you and Kagami, not only from when you were kid but also from the past few months after you got in touch again, Reo resisted the urge to frown. The two of you sounded close and he didn’t appreciate the affectionate glances Kagami threw you when he thought no one could see. Was this it? Was he going to lose you?

“So,” Kagami asked, “how did you two meet?”

“Oh!” You smiled so brightly at Reo and he felt his heart skip a beat. “Back in the first year of high school, I saw Reo buy a drink from one of the school vending machines but it didn’t come out, so I offered to stick my hand up and grab it.”

Kagami snickered. “Were you successful?”

“Yup!” You wrapped an arm around Reo’s waist, leaning into him. “That’s how we became friends.” As you launched into stories about yours, Reo’s, and later on, Nagi’s exploits in high school, Reo couldn’t help but feel warmth spread through his chest as you spoke fondly about him. Maybe there was a chance for him, after all.

⋆｡° nagi seishiro

All Nagi had wanted was to have a lazy Saturday with you. They had been given a brief break in training and he immediately asked if you wanted to hang out with him, to which you enthusiastically agreed and asked if he wanted to come over to your apartment to watch movies, play video games, and relax all around. Nagi couldn’t have jumped quicker at the opportunity.

What he didn’t anticipate was one of your other friends, a pro-volleyball player named Bokuto Koutarou, weaseling his way into these plans too. Apparently, his team was also giving their players a week’s reprieve from practice and training. And suddenly, your two person plan became three and Nagi’s hope for a peaceful day was shattered because, as he quickly discovered, Bokuto Koutarou was very loud and very energetic.

Nagi pouted from behind his phone, peeking up at you and Bokuto, who were animatedly discussing something one of your mutual friends did. He didn’t even really care that he wasn’t in the conversation given that he had no idea what was going on; what he did care about was how Bokuto monopolized you and the way your eyes were so bright around him. Was that the kind of guy you liked? Hyperactive and noisy?

Nagi’s frustration only grew when his phone screen flashed a big GAME OVER sign at him. Then, he watched as Bokuto leaned close to you, reaching towards your hair and pulling out what he claimed to be a piece of fuzz or whatever, and Nagi felt his tenuous patience snap. Time to get serious, it seemed.

Nagi stood up from the chair he was sitting in, plopping on your other side on the couch and draping his large body of yours. Both you and Bokuto startled a little and Nagi felt a sick sense of pleasure when he saw Bokuto’s eyes narrow at him. Nagi’s voice came out in a low purr, feigning drowsiness as he asked, “Can we watch that Netflix movie we planned on today?” His eyes flickered up to Bokuto’s face, his silent message clear: Let’s watch the movie we planned on before we were rudely interrupted.

[kazuhaiku]

my love, my world

warnings: gn!reader, fluff ノpairings: itoshi rin x reader

notes: rin fic fo my beloved @megutime hope u enjoy <3

itoshi rin can be an asshole sometimes, but that doesn’t change your love and affection for him. his blunt and mean words will usually scare people away, but not you, for some reason. that’s what makes him so drawn to you. the way you smile at him, kiss him, hug him, and treat him makes him feel so loved.

“rinnie!” you wave from afar, catching his attention as he stands on the field, waiting for the match to start. “good luck!”

the way you’re jumping up and down on the stands is enough for him to worry that you’ll accidentally trip and fall, but seeing you smile as you cheer for him makes his heart thrum and a small smile appears on his face.

“hm? y/n’s here?” bachira appears next to rin, the smile on his face disappearing in an instant. “you can’t hide the smile on your face. pretty sure most of the cameras here captured that.” bachira points to the media people on the sides. “besides, i think the whole world knows you love y/n a lot.”

“shut up.” rin scowls. “if you don’t focus on the game, i will personally kick your ass.”

“woah, feisty,” bachira grins. “come on, y/n’s here so i have to give this my best.”

“what did you say?” rin turns to look at bachira with a dangerous glare.

“i’m joking! you don’t have to be so possessive over them like that!” bachira raises his hands in defense. “y/n and i are friends, trust me!”

“whatever,” rin mutters. 

the referee blows his whistle, signaling the start of the match you are so eagerly waiting for. you know rin is amazing at soccer, you know that, but every time you see him play you just can’t help but be amazed because how can someone be this good at soccer? all the tricks rin does has never been seen on television before (or maybe you are just biased towards your boyfriend's amazing skill). you can’t deny his other teammates' skills though, they play really well too but your eyes are focused on rin.

by the time you know it, the match ends with rin scoring the final goal. you cheer loudly, uncaring that the other spectators beside you groan at how loud you yell. you can clearly see rin’s happy smile as his teammates all start celebrating their victory, however when his eyes meet yours, you suddenly feel emotional.

“rin!” you cry loudly, applauding his victory. he separates himself from his teammates and walks over to the stands, getting closer to you. once he is within arms reach from you, you pull him into a tight hug, his sweat getting all over your body but you don’t care. “you did it!” you exclaim as you cup his cheeks. “i’m so happy for you.”

rin laughs, loud enough for you to hear through the crowd's cheering. “thank you, y/n. couldn’t have done it without your support.”

“oh, what are you talking about? you know you’re amazing at soccer, don’t deny your skills.” your eyes catch bachira jumping up and down to catch your attention to bring rin back over to the field. “i think you need to return to your team. bachira is over there jumping up and down yelling god knows what.”

rin sighs. “i’ll see you after the celebratory session finishes, yeah?”

“mhm, i’ll see you in the locker room.”

rin gives you a quick peck on your lips before he runs back to the field.

you are so sure the media caught that sweet moment between the two of you.

[pepbuttz]

Coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa for the 4th year in a row, happy pride (and sweet dreams!) from the Total Drama crew! 🌈💘

I'm so thrilled to share another year of the Total Drama pride collab with you all! Especially with the sleepover theme this year; I think everything came together beautifully. The chemistry and interactions between these characters, whether intentional or not, speaks volumes. Thank you so much to the amazing artists that contributed to this project. This project wouldn't be the same without you, whether you're a participant or a spectator. Thank you for all of the support!

Please take a moment to check out the artists involved, who are credited in the cast photos below! (You can also find links to individual entries in my PRIDE '24 Instagram highlight, and my reblogs!)

If you would like to download these images in their full size, here is a link to a Google drive which contains all of the completed images from the collab over the past 4 years!: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/2/folders/1-0XdK5HyO_FWpqZAvnpBJRSVR4kkUiA7

And again, thank you all for giving me the opportunity to bring the fanbase together and unite over something that's deeply rooted in its history. I host this collab so you know that your favorite characters are just like you! AND YOU'RE LOVED! 🫵🫵🫵

Happy pride!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️💘

[michibap]

hi!

first fic post, LOCK IN DUDE.

thinking about babygril jschlatt and his super cool hockey player!gf

college au ?

i’m off my ass and listening to brat rn so if this is just schizophrenic ramblings please just leave me in peace.

-Jschlatt likes his women bloody

-and i’m Serious

-the first time he saw you was after you’d been banished to the penalty box after roughing another player

-he’s in the seat next to it, and pays you no mind as you briskly skate up

-but jumps out of his skin at the sound of you whipping your helmet off at the window beside him and slamming the box door shut

-he turns to pound on the plexiglass and cuss you out but you are a VISION

-kinda sweaty, shaggy hair, ruddy cheeks, and looks that could kill as you very intensely watched the game continue without you

-and to top it all off is deep, cherry red dripping down your pretty, pretty features

-his trance breaks when a whistle blows and you’re grabbing your stick and getting back on the ice

-and you’re giving the strange spectator who was gawking at you your entire time in the box a nasty glare before pulling ur helmet on and shouldering open the door

-something about seeing u so aggressive on the ice gets him GOING

-especially if he learns you have a much calmer demeanor off the ice

-maybe the next monday u see him in your dreaded 8am math class

-exhausted, rocking bed head and your jammas, literally at your lowest

-and you catch his eyes for a moment, recognizing him as the strange spectator from your game

-and he knows u caught him looking and fuckignnn uhh

-GULP

-you end up sitting in the front corner of the opposite side of the room, pretending it didn’t happen

-literally not ur problem rn

-because of COURSE that weirdo freak was in your 8am math class

-he probably took it on purpose, fucking psycho

-as long as you continue to pretend he’s just another face in the crowd, he will very much continue to be a random face in the crowd

-and he’s scrolling through the weather app on his phone and it’s taking literally every bone in his body to not sneak glances at u

-literally HOW had he not noticed you until now???

-maybe it had to do with how you didn’t tower a good head over most the way you do in your skates while you’re wearing your beloved, worn down crocs

-but now that he’s gotten his first glimpse of you it’s like everything you do catches his eye

-from the way you run a hand through your hair and slump a little bit after the professor says a number with at least ten digits, and the different sitting positions you shift through every few minutes

-you hold yourself like an athlete and have the aura of nonchalant coolgirl basically

-maybe he has to tutor you bc if you get below a certain gpa you’re off the team

-which is so unfair because literally HOW are you expected to thrive in these conditions

-nearly all of your teammates have time to shower and nap after morning drills, only you and a few unlucky others were forced to walk right to class from the rink

-and tutoring is only a waste of time considering you have four other classes to juggle on top of it (you have a campus job too, but you only work like three hours a week and you’re usually on your phone the whole time so you don’t really count it)

-your terms are that as soon as your score in the class is a solid 10 points over passing, you can drop tutoring from ur schedule

-so you decide to lock the fuck in and fix the problem ASAP, deciding that if this has to be your problem, it’s gonna be this fuckass TA (who you've never seen)’s problem too

-so of course you book the maximum hours available for tutoring sessions per week for three weeks (the rest of the season?? gasp)

-and swear that if your grade doesn’t improve in time it’s the TA’s fault, and you’ll just grovel and whine to coach enough to not be put on the bench until further notice

-and of COURSE you show up to your first study session booked in the academic achievement center and

-low and behold,

-at the table is that fucking WEIRDO FREAK THAT SPAWNED INTO YOUR MATH CLASS LITERALLY TWO DAYS AGO

-you stand frozen a few feet away and stare for a moment

-taking a second to really marinate in the absolute cesspool the universe has thrown you into

-and decide it’s not that deep

-you don’t know this man.

-whatever.

-you carelessly throw your bag down and without a word, plop in the seat opposite to him, leaning back far enough that your chair teeters, so you hook your foot on a leg of the table to keep steady as you reach down for your bag, and rustle through your countless loose and crumbled papers for a scraggly notebook and mechanical pencil, before leaning back forward with a thud

-and schlatt is fucking sweating and bouncing his knee, he nearly begins to tap his pencil

-but he quickly stops himself when he realizes that most of the other students and staff in the collaboration office are staring at the two of you

-and good god

-you have the same douchey “i don’t give a fuck about this + also i’m better than you” air about you that most student athletes that come in for tutoring do

-you didn’t even bother taking your goddamn airpod out

-but good GOD he wants u so fuckign bad

-like fucking biting and gnawing his fist

-and to make it worse, you don’t even say anything to him

-you just place your supplies on the table and and give him an expectant look that still managed to still express how badly you wanted to be anywhere other than here

-so, after steeling himself with a quick sigh he jumps right into the spiel he gives everyone else

-introduces himself, and reminds you of the class that he’s tutoring you in, and dives right into everything you’re doing wrong

-arguably the most rewarding part of the job

-he even gets to have receipts

-he whips out ur latest exam and begins to go problem by problem explaining what you did wrong

- “you wrote the same exact answer for five problems”

- “and here you’re using formulas for a different exam, which is a bit strange seeing that all the necessary formulas are printed on literally every page”

- “you just wrote ‘idk my b’ for this one”

- “i’m not even sure what you did here, i’ve never seen that symbol before and i cannot think of a way would ever interact to result in…” he pauses and squints, “forty two thousand and sixty nine… point 0 equal sign, equal sign, three.” he raised a brow and looked at u over the rim of his glasses

-and u wanna return to the natural order and shove this nerd in a fucking locker like god intended

-bc WHY are you so embarassed

-tbf you didn’t really mean to let it get this bad, you just gave into your baser desires for nap time and a fun drink a few more times than you had expected

-you look away and run your hands over ur sweats

-maybe it was a little embarassing to not be good at something

-and you can’t really articulate how your brain literally just shuts off as soon as your professor opens his mouth you literally can’t help it

-and there is no way you’re saying that out loud, so

-“it’s hard out here.” you say with a shrug

-he scoffs and pushes your paper towards you, using his pencil to point out for you,

“for number sixteen, you drew a little frog with a wizard hat. are you like, even trying to pass?”

-he goes to point more out but you cannot bear to listen to this smug geek any longer

- “you think i don’t know this shit’s wrong? do you genuinely believe that i actually thought 69 was the correct answer for five questions in a row?”

you snag the old exam off of the table, flipping it back to the front page.

“I know it’s fuckin’ wrong. i didn’t come here to be told what im doing wrong. i came here to be shown how to do it right. so why don’t you stop wasting the time my tuition is fuckin’paying for.”

- yes ma’am 🫡

-he pulls out all of your exams from the course so far and suggested to start with what you’re not familiar with

-and after flipping through all of them you admit you don’t have a damn clue about what’s going on in this class, laughing a little bit at yourself

- “literally, how?” how he asked, incredulous

- “dude, last class was literally like, the…” you take a moment and count on your fingers and his fucking jaw drops lol,

“… fifth? class i’ve been to this semester”

-you laugh

-and he thinks you’re fucking insane, why are we not panicking?

-he’s lowkey panicking for you

-everyone calm down

-you get a little uncomfortable with how long the pause is

-and you’re giving him a mean look and

-is it hot in here?

-GOD DAMMIT

-he snaps out of it

“look, if you wanna *pass*, we’re gonna have to lock the fuck in. i don’t even want to promise you ten points above.”

-you’re like duh

-and he rolls his eyes and pulls up shit for the first unit and gives you the gist of it before giving you a set of practice problems he expected to be working on for the rest of the session

-you two quickly figure out that your problems consist of: a) iphone and b)nap time

-he looks down at the third correct sheet of practice problems and runs his hand down his face

- “so it’s looking like your problem is literally just showing up and paying attention, because you’re getting it.”

-across from him, you slump in your chair with a forlorn sigh

-a fate worse than death

-part of you was banking on it being a hopeless case so you could give up and never show face again

-BUT, the plan is to continue your study sessions together so you can catch up for the cumulative final

-and.,..,.

-j suggests u sit next to him in class, so you can whisper questions and he can make sure you actually pay attention

-which is literally going to be the fucking death of him

-because you show up literally right as class starts and shuffle past the other people in his row without apology before plopping next to him and pulling the same stunt with your bag that you did in the library

-and you smell sososo good, freshly showered after morning drills, so every time you shift he gets a waft of all of the products u use

-and your hair is fluffy and freshly towel dried and ur nose is a little red from the brutally cold walk over

-RMWOSNXIANXORWODNSOZ

-he distracts himself by looking at the notebook you seem to be very intently scribbling on

-and sees u haven’t used the fucking thing since september

-and you’re not even taking notes

-just little doodles up and down the margin, little animals and hearts and random squiggles

-which is arguably, adorable

-you flinch when he taps his pencil on your desk and gives you a pointed look, which you return with a sheepish smile

-maybe instead of whispering to him you write little notes back and forth, the both of your handwriting filling the page

-he has to stop himself from laughing at some of your almost incomprehensible scribbles

‘he’s literally the baldest man i’ve ever seen’

‘pay attention’

‘im distracted >:(‘

‘idc’

‘and i can’t see with the glare from his bald head blinding me’

he brings a hand up to try to wipe the smile off his face

‘stop.’

-he’ll occasionally snag your notebook to correct you and you don’t make a fuss like he expects, just taking it back to see what he wrote and nodding

-maybe he starts bringing an extra coffee from the dining hall

-you guys come across a topic you’re having a particularly hard time with

-but ofc it's one of the only days you two aren’t meeting bc you have practice during your usual meeting time

-so he offers to stop by and drop off some practice sheets, you tell him to just shove em in your bag, you’ll leave it on the bleachers so he won’t have to go into the locker room

-so obvi when he comes in he sees u

-and maybe you’re embarrassingly sweaty bc coach just made u skate suicides

-bc he’s the devil

-and you’re sitting on the bench with ur teammates and squeeze some water from ur fancy squeezy bottle on ur face as a desperate attempt to cool down

-and the door to the rink opens and all of ur teammates heads whip over

-and ur eyes go wide when you catch his eyes

-bc ofc the first thing he looks for is u

-you look away, pretending not to notice the teasing from your teammates

“is that your boyyfriend?”

“i fucking KNEW you were into nerds.”

“does the facial hair do it for you? its kinda doing it for me…”

-you land a particularly hard punch on your teammate’s shoulder for that one, before glancing over to see if j had been able to find your backpack

-and it seems like he didn’t even try, because he’s making a beeline for you

-he couldn’t help himself, he’s like a fucking sleeper agent, the minute he sees you he’s drawn in like a moth to a flame

-your brows pinch together and you get up to skate to meet him half way, ignoring the quiet giggling and whistling coming from your teammates

-and he sees you coming over and oh god oh fukc

-you come to a sudden halt in front of him, maybe showing off a little with a snow plow stop (hehehe)

-and with the combination of the added height of ur skates and the ice under you, he kind of has to crane his neck up to look at you

-and he *knows* his face is getting red and his mouth is hanging open dumbly, whatever he was about to say dying in his throat

-you bite back a smile

- “Hey.” you start, still a little out of breath

-he grips the papers hard enough that they crunch in his trembling hands

“You- uh, Hi. Here.” he thrusts the crumbled papers at you and you look from them to him with a strange look that morphs into a little smirk

“My bag is over there”, you use your stick to motion in the direction of where it should be, “like i told you it would be.”

“Right, shit. my bad.” he has to wrench his eyes away from u and he can hear your little huffy laugh

“No worries,” you hum

-He turns to walk away with an embarrassed shake of his head, grumbling to himself when he opens ur bag to find protein bar wrappers, crumbled papers, and all of the worksheets he's given you, completed (he notes with a little cheesy smile)

-he moves to put them in your bag as neatly as possible, and jumps out of his skin when he hears your voice again

“Hey!”

he flinches and looks over his shoulder to see you hanging over the barrier, looking for his attention

“I’ll see you around? I don’t think I can do those ones by myself…” you admit with a laugh

“Sure! Yeah, I’ll see you…” he looks down at his stupid electronic watch so he doesn’t combust from holding eye contact for too long, “Tomorrow!”

“Tomorrow?” you repeat, your brows coming together and your mouth opens like you’re about to say something else but coach blows the whistle and it snaps shut when you whip your head back to see your teammates getting back on the ice,

“Tomorrow.” you agree, straightening back up and headed back over to your team, calling a quick “Later!” over ur shoulder

“Later..” he repeats, a little quieter, with an awkward wave that he’s glad you didn’t see

-and you’re glad he doesn’t see the way your teammates descend upon you, punching your arm, grabbing ur shoulders and shaking them, all teasing

-he can’t help but glance over his shoulder as he pushes the door open, finding your face in the crowd, and his eyes go wide upon seeing you looking right back with a lil smile before grabbing one of ur teammate’s face masks and using it as leverage to push her away

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okay, i’ve established u guys r in love, HEADCANON TIME YIPPEE

-over time he learns that you are Praise Motivated, suddenly perking up and listening attentively when he compliments your work

-blushing with an uncharacteristically shy smile when he tells you did a good job, or that he’s impressed/proud of you

-….. noted.

-u giving him ur jersey and insisting he wears it to ur next game and he’s a little confused but also very flattered

-he’d never been on the,,, receiving end before so he doesn’t really know how to act

-still shows up at ur next game wearing it, a little shy but nobody pays him any mind

-when you come on the ice he watches you scan the crowd before finding him, you don’t acknowledge him with anything other than a little smile to yourself and a nod

-just making sure his eyes are on you

(of course they are)

-very quietly and intently watches the game, a little nervy abt cheering bc he came on his own

-but he’s on his feet and shouting when he sees a player from the other team shove you

-excited cheering when you body check the fuck out of the same chick, pinning her to the plexiglass for the audience to see

-god he wishes that was him

-wait who said that

-teaching him how to skate and he is So Bad, you end up pushing him around the ice on a crate

-texting him to meet u outside the locker room after ur practice so the two of u can grab dinner and cram for the midterm tomorrow morning

J (hot nerd from class): i’m not at ur beck and call 🙄

🏒: oh ur not?

🏒: bc i can ask somebody else who will

J (hot nerd from class) : i’ll kill you

🏒: k.

-sharing fries that end up on the ground rather than in your tummies bc you end up throwing them at each other

-watching you DESTROY a burger, ravenous after ur game, with a lil smile

-going to his dorm after practice with the intention of studying but you end up just falling asleep on his twin size bed while he types away at his desk

“Jesus, would you chill? You’re literally punishing those fucking keys.”

“You are in my dorm.”

-waking up to the sun filtering through the window and pressed up against the wall by the large, warm mass behind you and a heavy arm wrapped around ur torso (maybe a hand sneaking under the hem of ur shirt)

-you sit up and he grumbles, shifting to accommodate your new position, nuzzling his head into the side of your thigh now that you’re seated upright, rather than in the crook of your neck the way it was when you were both horizontal

-you run an apologetic hand through his hair and he releases a deep sigh, hand coming out to pull you closer

-but u catch a glimpse of the digital alarm clock with a sharp gasp and OH FUCK

-you are ACTIVELY MISSING MORNING DRILLS

-and coach WILL have your ASS

-you hurtle yourself out of bed, bringing him to the floor with you and he awakens with a shout as he falls from the raised twin xl

-he’s rubbing his eyes and groans as you frantically pull on your clothes for practice and gather your things

-you’re about to leave but you pause in the doorway and turn to face him

-he’s dragged himself off the floor and is standing in the middle of the room, sleepily glaring at u

-you turn and grab the collar of his shirt to pull him into a quick kiss

-bc u know if it’s any longer than you’ll be lulled back in bc he’s still so warm from being asleep and his hair is all messy and he’s looking down at u with bleary eyes and all he wants is to drag ur ass back to bed with him

-but you push away before he has the chance to lock you in and scamper out the door

-getting all dressed up for team banquets together, he’s flustered as all hell because he only really sees you in your gear or dressed like adam sandler

-you’re already a little shyer than usual, feeling out or ur element, and it brutally clashes with how sth about u in a dress has made your usually reserved bf (who is dressed in a very sharp suit) very handsy

-snapping ur fingers to break him out of it when u catching him staring for too long

-blushing when instead of being guilty for getting caught he gives you a cheesy grin and squeezes ur waist

he leans down to mutter in your ear

“don’t know what else you expected, doll, you know i can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

-smacking his chest with a huff and stalking off

-does not help ur case, bc as much as he hates to see u leave good LORDT he loves to watch u go

-during off season u make him come to the gym with u, even if it’s just to watch

-u blame it on needing a spotter but u and him both know it’s only bc u think the way he goes bright red while he watches u bend over in front of him to pick up weights is v funny

-but there’s nothing like u after a game

-still in ur gear, flushed with sweat sticking ur hair to ur forehead, a lil bloody from when your lip was cut by ur teeth after catching a stray while you were trying to separate your teammate from a player on the opposing team

-him rushing the ice along with the other spectators when u win the game

-and you’re wiping gatorade out of your eyes, pushing away the excited hands of your teammates while your eyes scan the ice, looking for him

-and he’s waiting for u on the outskirts of the crowd with a bouquet of crushed flowers and an ecstatic grin

-you have an elated smile of your own, interrupting his congratulations by grabbing the front of his hoodie and pulling him in hard enough for a kiss that your teeth click, still a little rough with the adrenaline of the game

-and it tastes like gatorade and iron and sweat and *you*

-‘nd he smiles and pushes into it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

alright that’s all i have for u folks. if you’ve made it this far, ty. i’m taking requests btw

[yogurtkags]

hii! may i please request suna rintaro w maybe some friends to lovers? u can have creative freedom w it! i just want it to be completely sfw bc i’m only 17!:)

❝ SO HIGH SCHOOL ❞ — suna rintarou

cw. gn!reader, implied friends to lovers, slight canon divergence — inarizaki beats karasuno, light swearing (like once) | wc: 600

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the gymnasium is ablaze, drums and horns in an intense battle of psyche against each other as the teams fight it out on the orange court with rally after rally.

you’re sitting at the edge of your seat, eyes wide and hands clenched together as the last few points of this definitive match drag out. your heart rapidly races against your chest and your palms are beginning to sweat, you’ve been awfully quiet for a while now, focused on the game at hand and nervously bounding your leg up and down.

suna doesn’t know that you’re here, you told him that you couldn’t make it because you were called back to school to help with tutoring. he didn’t mind too much considering the circumstances and this wasn’t the finals or anything. nonetheless, you caught a glimpse of disappointment flash in his eyes for a split second, and you knew you’d do anything in your power to show up today, even if it meant bowing on your knees and apologising to your poor kouhai for rainchecking on her. she just politely patted your back and told you to go get your man, much to your embarrassment.

it’s down to inarizaki’s match point, and atsumu’s yelling for the cover after karasuno barely manages to bump the ball back over the net.

with a pass directly to atsumu, the twins once again attempt their minus tempo quick attack and with bated breath, the stands fall silent and the air is stifling, the crowds listening out for the decisive whistle and call that would determine who moves on to the next round of the tournament.

“what a spike from miya osamu, beautifully set by his twin brother miya atsumu, and with that, inarizaki takes the win today and clinch a spot in the top 16 for this year’s high school spring volleyball tournament!”

you shoot up from your seat hidden in the corner at the side of the court, hands over your mouth as you bask in the loud cheers of the people around you, fellow inarizaki students, teachers, and spectators alike. your eyes scan the orange court, searching for your best friend in a sea of black and orange, and when they do find his, you can’t help but let out a tearful laugh at the way they widen with disbelief, and soften as his arms open wide for you to run into.

as you throw yourself into his embrace, suna catches you with an oof, lightly spinning as he tries to regain his footing, “woah easy there, tiger.”

raising your voice so that he can hear you over the crowd, “congratulations rin!”

you wrap your arms around his neck as his hands tenderly rest against your waist to support you, forehead leaning against his as your breath fans against his cheeks, more quietly this time, “i’m so proud of you, always.”

in this moment, time stands still and all the surrounding noise fades, it’s just the two of you standing in the middle of the tokyo metropolitan gymnasium, nothing but sweat and polished hardwood floors beneath your feet.

suna whispers, “i fucking love you so much, i could kiss you right now.”

“do it, i dare you.” your face is graced with a shy smile and a cheeky glint hidden in crescent moons for eyes, and he thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.

and who was he to ever back down from a challenge, head dipping ever so slightly to finally capture your lips in his.

they’re right, we don’t need the memories, let’s just live in the moment, you and me.

notes. hi chloe !! thank you so much for your request, this is my first time writing for sunarin and i hope i did him justice ♡ i look forward to interacting more with you, lovely !! (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[hannieehaee]

hello!! can i please a kwan drabble with dom seungkwan where he sees u really turned on and squirmy watching him at practice bc he dances with a very serious/mean expression and ur imagining how mean he can be in bed? so he shows u after?

18+ / mdi

content: softdom!seungkwan, afab reader, smut, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1659

a/n: i sinned again and wrote softdom!kwan instead of dom!kwan sorryyyy i realized im just not good at writing full on dom lol i hope u still enjoy<3

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despite popular belief, seungkwan wasn't always as soft and adorable as people had a tendency to claim.

he was an idol after all, which always came with an insane level of duality. while at some moments he could make your heart melt with his cute demeanor, there were other times in which his behavior on stage could not help but leave you wanting more.

as his girlfriend, you had been made privy of all sides of seungkwan. however, he was usually extra sweet towards you. even though your dynamic between each other had vast variety, most of the time seungkwan treated you like royalty, tending to you more often than not.

due to this, you'd always kind of had a preconceived notion of your boyfriend. you saw him like a softie. a man who lives to coo at you and take care of you in ways that were often unnecessary but always appreciated (i mean no one needed to be literally spoon fed, yet seungkwan would sometimes insist on it).

now, however, you were seeing quite a different image of your boyfriend.

you had seen seungkwan perform plenty of times. had attended many of his concerts overseas, even. but you had never truly gotten such a close glimpse of this seungkwan before. it was as if his on-stage persona had blended in with the sweet seungkwan you were so used to.

you were currently in the hybe practice room along with all thirteen members and a few close staff. it had only been about an hour since the boys had started practicing, but their bodies were already drenched in sweat and their minds consumed by the task at hand.

as per usual, there were a few members who would get a little extra serious whenever it came to rehearsing. while some would goof off a bit, others would even take on an entire different personality as the performance consumed them. you'd always observe the former to be chan, soonyoung, and maybe sometimes vernon. but this time your boyfriend had joined in and become completely consumed by his reflection in the mirror as he meticulously monitored even the slightest flick of his hand.

by then you were practically just a nameless spectator. your presence did not matter as you simply sat in silence, equally consumed by the sight of your boyfriend. he had a face of extreme concentration, with his eyebrows furrowed in what one could sense to be anger. accompanied by his frown was a harsh disposition you had yet to see in your boyfriend. he was becoming visibly frustrated by any slight mistake he committed, roughing up his water bottle whenever he stopped for a quick drink and adding a little extra sharpness to every one of his movements (even while he wasnt dancing).

although embarrassed by it, you were starting to feel a certain type of way at seeing your boyfriend like this.

you had heard stories of his anger coming out while rehearsing with the members. fights that had come up among them; sometimes little spats while other times dragged-out feuds. you had never witnessed any of these, but deep down you had wanted to. specially now, getting a taste of how he looked when he was feeling angry.

you tried ro remain calm, you really did. distracting him when he was so focused and in the zone would just be a disturbance to not only him but also to the members. but who could blame you? for months you'd been craving to see a different side of your boyfriend, one that was a little mean. and now you maybe would have the chance of riling him up a bit more than he already was.

which was why the next time he took a quick five-minute break from dancing to check in on you, you decided to play a bit dirty and whisper in his ear.

what you said to him, you'll never reveal. but it gave you the results you wanted as seungkwan immediately blushed and lost all bravado he previously had, making a dumb excuse to the members of why he'd need to take an extended break with you for a while.

that's how you led him into an empty changing room in the hybe hallways and cornered him, but you still had work to do. getting your boyfriend to fuck you was easy, but what you wanted was for your boyfriend to be mean to you. you wanted to bring back that angry and frustrated boy that had been unknowingly seducing you just mere moments ago.

for now the two of you just kissed. it was rough and nasty, with kwannie moaning against your lips as you manhandled him against the wall, whining when you created space between the two of you.

"kwannie ... want you to be mean to me," you breathed against his neck as you undid the buttons of his shirt.

"h– huh? mean?", he sounded surprised.

"yeah, kwannie. like back during practice. looked so angry and frustrated. kept cursing under your breath, it was so hot ..."

"oh ... was i– was i being mean? i– "

"no, but i want you to be. please?"

he kept stammering at you, breath heavy from your touches.

"what is it, baby? cant give me what i want? do you think maybe then one of the guys could? how about wonwoo? he seems like he cou– "

"don't finish that sentence unless you want me to get really mean."

finally.

mustering all the strength he had seemingly been hiding, your boyfriend twisted you around, getting your hands off him and bending you over a nearby table, with your chest now pressed up against the table and your hands being held behind your back.

"want mean? i'll give you mean. just remember you asked for it."

he let go of your hands to undo his pants, and then you made the mistake of moving your arms to get into a more comfortable position.

"did i say you could move?," he swatted your hands and put them back in place, "dont make me tie you up."

you felt chills at this, causing your ass to try and push back against his front. this only got a mocking laugh out of him.

"you're not in charge here, angel. move again and i'll make sure you won't move all week."

"but kwannie ..."

"did i say you could talk? you're gonna sit there like a good girl and take whatever i give you. you asked me to be mean, so im being mean," once his length was out he harshly pulled your own pants down, leaving you in just your thin panties, "you insinuated wanting to fuck one of my members because you were just so god damn thirsty for some dick, so im fucking you. what else can a brat possibly want?"

you said nothing, simply letting out a whine and a huff of frustration.

"good girl. not talking just like i asked. now im gonna fuck you, im gonna fill you up, and you're gonna go back into the practice room and not let a single drop go to waste, okay?", he asked as he pressed his cock against your folds, having moved your panties out of the way, "want a verbal answer this time, brat."

"yes, kwannie ..."

and then came the harshest fucking of your life.

he felt no remorse nor care for your cunt, hammering into it with all the strength and frustration he had been feeling all throughout dance practice for the past few hours.

"you know, im so fucking nice to you. i, fuck, i give you everything. i take care of you," he paused to readjust himself a bit, "i make love to you every day. i bring you to see the world with me, but that's not enough? huh? need me to be mean to you?"

"k– kwannie!", he kept rutting his hips against yours with the most force you'd ever felt for him, making the filthiest sounds as his hips slammed against your ass and your juices mixed.

"should i have been mean to you all this time, baby? should i have thrown away all the gifts and flowers and used you like a toy?", you couldnt see him, but you knew he mustve had that angry look in his eye that you'd been thirsting after just moments ago.

his hand snuck under your panties, digging his finger in to play with your clit roughly and carelessly.

you knew your end was arriving embarrassingly fast, you just hoped that maybe this was affecting him as much as it did you.

"cum, fuck ... cum for me, beatiful," he sighed, starting to slouch against you. even when he was being mean he couldnt help in being nice to you.

you covered your mouth with your hand as you came, muffling your scream at the sudden increase in speed from your boyfriend's thrusts, who was just entering his high along with you.

it took the both of you a few moments to catch your breaths and calm down. you winced the moment he removed himself from you and pulled up your pants again without giving a care for the juices he had just released into you.

despite your limp extremities, you managed to turn around and face your spent boyfriend. his face was flushed and his hair was sticking to his skin. he still had that furrow in his eyebrow and his breath was heavy. it was reminiscent of the look that got you into this situation in the first place.

"was that too mean?", he chuckled shyly, now caressing your cheek with his hand.

"no, kwannie. that was perfect. thank you," you turned your face to give a sweet peck to his palm.

"so, want me to be mean from now on?"

"no, i love sweet kwannie just fine. just .... maybe every once in a while?"

he scoffed, "oh, absolutely. i think i needed that."

[n0tamused]

Hi. Is it alright to request fluff with Dr.Ratio and a blind s/o who is a genius musician in modern au? Thank u!

A/n: Hello! I hope this is what you had in mind when you requested this, I feel like I got something wrong lol please enjoy!

Contents: Dr. Ratio x GN! Genius! Reader, can be read normal au - can be read as modern au, tinge of angst at the end if you squint

-It wasn't a rare story to hear, the blind genius that plucks cords and presses keys better than any musicians has up to date. Yet, with all that renown and reputation, you remained an enigma among the masses

-How did you do it? Why? When did you become a part of the genius society even? What did Nous see in you? Was it just a taste for music?

-You always walked around with some string instrument in hand, plucking the strings quietly and softly - making people believe those were your eyes, you saw using music. And perhaps they wouldn't be too wrong to believe that. Maybe you just had great hearing?

-But were you not a genius you wouldn't be a part of the Genius Society. That's for sure, and it goes for the way you deal with everyday struggles and issues.

-He was just a renowned professor, known for his hardwork and strictness.

-Dr. Ratio refused to be impressed until he met you for himself, withholding his judgment for later. 

-Getting an audience with you seemed impossible, you kept to yourself and kept yourself busy with your own work and research, and from time to time you’d take in some orchestra on your planet. Music was your way into the world, music was your eyes, your nose and your taste all in one, it was your language and something that you kept dear and near.

-It wasn’t surprising to know that your main field of research was of auditory nature, different species hear differently, but what about the creatures and organisms humans can’t naturally hear, do they make noise too? Water is known to hold feelings in some capacity, and different tunes being played to the water before being frozen impact its structure at the end.

-It is a magical sort of research, but you know there is no magic involved at all. Just natural reactions.

-Dr. Ratio was impressed to say the least after he witnessed you play the instrument, one of rare instances that you accepted into being on stage yourself, a performer instead of the spectator. You possessed a good ear and a better hand, everyone fell in love and was in awe with the sounds produced.

-Afterwards, Dr. Ratio tried his best to hunt down a private audience with you, he had many questions regarding your research and your character overall. He wished to understand, to know.

-Yet all he could do was watch, always so close yet so far, you always remained just out of the hand’s reach. Somehow you evaded him.

-For all your lack of eyesight, you knew the best route to avoid him, he had to ask whether it was intentional or not. Was this also some extension of Nous, the aeon that neglected his presence entirely?

-He ended up sending a formal invitation for a talk to you in the end, directly to you, and at long last you accepted. 

-Dr.Ratio never felt so nervous. He stood in his room, getting ready for this outing and eternally he questioned himself, his state of mind, why was it all cluttered, why were his palms sweaty and why could he just not think straight.

-All those came to an ease once he neared the meeting point, hearing the familiar melody of the strings your fingertips so diligently pulled. His heart swelled with relief, and for a moment he didn’t have the heart to speak up, not wishing for the tune to end. Dr. Ratio had an eye for art himself, and you were the new masterpiece he found, you and your art. 

-He dares say he loves listening to you play, it makes him wish to go back to his own instruments that are gathering dust at home, he wonders if you’d let him join you in a duet once, perhaps? Perhaps not? He is not a Genius, but a Mundanite, and you were everything but average.

-Perhaps one day it could be you to answer his eternal question. 

-Maybe one day he will be able to feel a fraction of a genius as you. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[d1s1ntegrated]

hiiii i actually am obsessed with your shiggy hcs and i just have to ask… can we have some hcs of gamer shiggy 😓 more specifically would he play dress to impress on roblox (or just roblox in general) if we asked… thank u sm!!!

YES YES ABSOLUTELY MY LOVE

ask and you shall receive 🩷

shiggy gamer hcs (pt1) <3

he's reached diamond in league. he has over 600 hours in the game. it's very obviously his favorite, and he gets especially into "the grind" as he calls it. sometimes you have to remind him to get up from his chair if he's been there for too long.

he has a pair of blue-light glasses you bought for him because he constantly got migraines from gaming all night. he grumbles when you tell him to wear them, but does it anyways.

if you have a gaming laptop or pc, he's constantly checking it out and offering to upgrade it. he yelled at you one time for not deleting your downloads after trying to mod a game.

he actually built his own PC. he's extremely proud of the work- which, he should be. it's a beautiful build.

the first time you asked him if you guys could play roblox together, he looked disgusted. but you begged and pleaded, and he agreed. (he already had it downloaded. he just didn't want you to know he played it.)

now, at least once a week, he asks if you wanna play your silly dress up games with him (he's such a simp)

he SAYS he'd rather spectate the whole ordeal, but he's actually really good at it HAHA. he gets mad if you lose or if he loses, he automatically goes on rants about how you had the best outfit and those "npcs" are stupid and have no fashion sense (this is coming from the man who only wears black sweats and old band tees)

he actually only plays minecraft in creative mode, he likes to build shit for you for when you guys play together

he has a ridiculous amount of bells in animal crossing. like, his debts are paid off, and his house is huge. his island is actually...really aesthetically pleasing.

he still plays on his 3ds. he likes playing the older pokémon games

his favorite pokemon is zoroark.

he tried to get you to play overwatch with him but you guys kept dying and he shut his entire pc off.

he also tried to get you to play apex with him. guess how that ended.

he actually doesn't like COD, he says it's boring.

HE SUCKS AT MARIO KART! he pretends like he doesn't but every time you guys play, a controller gets thrown (and it's never yours).

very rarely turns his mic on when he's online, but when he does, it's to say the most creatively fucked up, debilitating, horrid insults known to mankind.

however he IS NAWT racist. or phobic of any kind. he just hates everyone equally

okay, this is all i got for now <3 i hope i did okay with the roblox part, i dont play a lot of roblox i just see a lot of DTI videos and have minimal knowledge ;-; maybe i should play it LOL.

thank you for the ask! i will return with more at some point 🫶