#and i also had the hardest time coming up with a caption

[marymekpop]

you and I, the intersection & union of two universes  

[odinsblog]

“I first started noticing the journalists dying on Instagram. I'm a journalist, I'm Arab, and I've reported on war. A big part of my community is other Arab journalists who do the same thing.

And when someone dies, news travels fast. Recently, I pulled up the list that the Committee to Protect Journalists has been keeping and looked at it for the first time. There are 95 journalists and media workers on it as of today.

Almost everyone on it is Palestinian. Scrolling through, I started to get angry. These were the people carrying the burden of documenting this whole war.

Israel is not allowing foreign journalists into Gaza, except on rare occasions with military escorts. These people's names are being buried in a giant list that keeps growing. What I want to do is lift some of them off the list for a moment and give you a glimpse of who they were and the work they made.

I'll start with Sadi Mansour. Sadi was the director of Al-Quds News Network, and he posted a 22-second video on November 18. That was a report from the war, but it also gave me a picture into his marriage.

Sadi's wearing his press vest and looks exhausted. He's explaining that cell service and the Internet keep getting cut off, and it's often impossible to text or call anyone, including his wife. So they've resorted to using handwritten letters to communicate while he's out reporting, sending them back and forth with neighbors or colleagues.

He ends the video with a picture of one of these letters from his wife. In it, she writes,

‘Me and the kids stayed up waiting for you until the morning, and you didn't come home. We were really sad.

I kept telling the kids, Look, he's coming. But you didn't show up. May God forgive you.

Come home tomorrow and eat with us. Do you want me to make you kebab or maybe kapse? Bring your friends with you, it's okay.

And give Azeez the battery to charge. What do you think about me sending you handwritten letters with messenger pigeons from now on? Ha ha ha.

I'm just kidding. I want to curse at you, but we're living in a war. Too bad.

Okay, I love you. Bye.’

A few hours after he shared that letter, Sadie and his co-worker Hassouna Saleem were at Sadie's home, when they were killed by an Israeli air strike that hit his house.

His wife and kids, who weren't there, survived.

Gaza is tiny, and the journalist community is really close. Reading the list, you can see all the connections between people. Like with Brahim Lafi.

Brahim was a photojournalist, one of the first journalists to die. He was killed while reporting on October 7. He was just 21, still new to journalism.

On his Instagram, you can see that in his posts just a few years ago, he was still practicing his photography, taking pictures of coffee cups and flowers. Then he started doing beautiful portraits and action shots. You can really feel him starting to become a journalist.

Clicking around on Instagram, I found a tribute post about Brahim from his co-worker Rushdie Sarraj. In this photo, Brahim staring intently at the back of a camera, his face lit up by the light from the viewfinder. He looks so young.

The caption reads, My assistant is gone. Brahim is gone. Rushdie himself was a beloved journalist and filmmaker.

And I know that because he's also on the list. He was killed just two weeks after Brahim. I read the tribute post to him too.

I saw this over and over again. Journalists posting tributes, who were then killed themselves soon after. And a tribute goes up for them.

And then the pattern continues.

Thank you.

Something else I saw over and over on the list, journalists later in the war who had become aware that they could be making their last reports. They'd say it at the beginning of their videos. And those were the hardest to watch, especially when it was true.

One video like that was posted by Ayat Hadduro. Ayat was a freelance journalist and video blogger. Her videos before the war covered a wide range from what I can tell, interviews about women in politics.

She even appeared in a commercial for ketchup-flavored chips. She clearly liked being in front of the camera. Once the war started, Ayat's pivoted to covering bombings and food shortages.

On November 20, she posted a video report from her home. You can hear the airstrikes hitting very close to where she is. It's scary.

‘This is likely my last video. Today, the occupation forces dropped phosphorus bombs on Beit Lahya area and frightening sound bombs. They dropped letters from the sky, ordering everyone to evacuate.

Everyone ran into the streets in the craziest way. No one knows where to go.

But everyone else has evacuated. They don't know where they're going. The situation is so scary.

What's happening is so tough, and may God have mercy on us.’

She was killed later that day.

Targeting journalists, in case you didn't know, is a war crime. So far, the Committee to Protect Journalists has found that three of the journalists on the list were explicitly targeted by the IDF, the Israeli military. Investigations by the Washington Post and Reuters, Human Rights Watch and the United Nations have also raised serious questions in these three cases.

And the Committee to Protect Journalists is investigating 10 other killings. When we reached out to the IDF for comments, they said, quote, the IDF has never, and will never, deliberately target journalists. That's the answer they always give in these situations.

Meanwhile, dozens of seasoned reporters have fled Gaza. Journalists who worked for Al Jazeera, the BBC, the New York Times, the Washington Post, Reuters, Agence France-Presse. So many media offices were demolished in Israeli airstrikes that the Committee to Protect Journalists stopped counting.

It's not just individual lives that have been destroyed. It's an entire infrastructure.

Thank you.

The name on the list that was hardest for me to look at was Issam Abdullah, because I'd crossed paths with him once. Issam was a Lebanese journalist, a video journalist for Reuters for many, many years. He had just won an award for coverage of Ukraine.

I'm Lebanese and still report there sometimes, and I'd worked with Issam a couple of summers ago. He helped me film a sort of random story in Beirut. I was interviewing this entrepreneur who had started a sperm freezing company after an accident where he spilled a tray of hot coffee on his private area, burning himself.

I know, ridiculous. It was a really silly shoot. Right after we said cut and started to rap, Issam started this whole bit about being in his late 30s, reconsidering his own sperm quality and everything he now realized he was doing to hurt it, and no one could stop laughing.

It was a really good day that felt good to remember and to remember him that way. Issam was killed by the IDF on October 13. His death was one of the three that the Committee to Protect Journalists has identified as a targeted killing.

He was fired upon by an Israeli tank while standing in an empty field on the Lebanon-Israel border with a small group of other journalists. Everyone was wearing press vests with cameras out. They were covering the Hezbollah part of this war.

A few other journalists were injured in the attack, which was captured on video. The IDF says they were responding to firing from Hezbollah, not targeting the journalists. But multiple investigations, including by Reuters, the United Nations, Amnesty International and the AFP, found no evidence of any firing from the location of the journalists before the IDF shot at them.

The journalists in the group and video footage confirmed that there was no military activity near them. I had only met Issam once, barely knew him, but it affected me so much when he died. I know that he understood the risks of his job, but somehow it still felt so random and unfair that he would be struck down like that, following the rules, wearing his press vest and helmet, and a pack of reporters on a sunny day in an open field.

I find myself thinking about him all the time. His last Instagram post was commemorating another journalist, this iconic reporter Shereen Abou Aql who had been killed by the IDF. When I first saw that post in October, I thought how ironic because a week later, Isam also was killed by the IDF.

But then, after spending time reading the list, I realized how common this had become. I still haven't finished going through the list and looking up the people on it. I keep finding things that stick with me, like the funny way this one radio host would cut off a caller who was rambling on for too long.

A tweet from reporter Al-Abdallah that quoted Sylvia Plath. It read, What ceremony of wars can patch the havoc? I'm going to keep going down the list, even though this story is over now.

Just for myself. My own way of bearing witness. Which is, in the end, all that these journalists were trying to do.”

—DANA BALLOUT, The 95. Dana sifts through a very long list—the list of journalists killed in the Israel-Hamas war, and comes back with five small fragments of the lives of the people on it. Dana is a Lebanese-American, Emmy-nominated documentary producer.

[strniohoeee]

matt hard launching his and readers relationship

Mine

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N decided it was time to tell their fans they were together….after a year of being together and no one suspecting a thing

Warnings⚠️: None, kind of short?? Also based on the video I put at the end 😋

Song for the imagine: All Mine- Brent Faiyaz

Mine

Pronoun

Used to refer to a thing or things belonging to or associated with the speaker

Matt and I had been dating for a year. A full fucking 365 days with this man, and not a single soul knew. It was actually really funny…. We’d always see on TikTok their fans shipping or assuming he was dating all these random girls.

It made us laugh because yes he was in a relationship, but no not with any of these random girls. I was in the influencer world, and I did in fact know them and a lot of their friends. That’s actually how we met through our mutual friends. I was in a few of their videos as they were with me, but not a single person suspected we were a thing.

Personally we preferred it that way because a lot of their fans were a bit harsh with their feelings towards a lot of their female friends.

The hardest thing was to not be seen in public as a couple, so we’d always do group outings and not play the couple role. We wanted to tell our viewers, but on our own timing and when it felt ready.

I think 365 days was more than enough time to know this was a solid relationship, and that we were ready to showcase our relationship.

I’m not even going to lie, we didn't even hint not in the slightest that any of us were in a relationship. I mean no faceless pictures, no subs, no selfies together, not even sitting next to each other. We kept it really low for a long time.

About a few day ago Matt and I had decided we wanted to hard launch our relationship, but we thought a YouTube video was a bit outdated and cringe, so we decided on a TikTok which isn’t better, but still preferred it.

“I’m thinking that NLE song” I said looking at matt

“Which one?” He asked raising his brow at me

“The one where it’s like you can call her phone, but she ain’t gonna answer” I said

“Waittt I like that tell me more” he said scooting closer to me

“Soo basically I can lip sync you can call her phone, but she ain’t gonna answer and then I pan it to you and youll be like you can call her phone, and I’ll probably answer” I said scrolling on TikTok to show him the videos

“I fuck with that idea let’s do it” he said watching the videos with me

“Okay so I’m going to lay down on your lap and then pan the phone up to you” I said

“Sounds easy” he said laughing

Matt took his phone out and opened TikTok to the sound bringing the phone down to me so I can grab it

“Ready?” He asked looking at me

“Yesss” I said getting excited

I brought the phone close to me and began

“You can call her phone, but she ain’t gonna answer” and panned the phone up to Matt

“You can call her phone, and I’ll probably answer” he lip synced

He looked down at me with a smirk and kissed me

I stopped recording and looked at the video, and we thought it was perfect.

“This is coming out of left field your fans are going to be so shocked” I said giggling

“I’m actually really excited for this” he said giggling

We watched the video one more time, and then Matt captioned it “Hard Launch?” And posted it

We started to giggle because we were so excited to tell our supporters we were together, but also because it felt like a huge accomplishment to go a year without anyone finding out.

Immediately his phone was blowing up with notifications. The comments, the likes, Sturniolo fan accounts posting the news. I mean it was huge

“Holy shit” we both said looking at everything

The comments were crazy

“THEM?? SINCE WHEN??😀”

“Holy fuck we’ve been shipping him with other girls and the whole time he was with Y/N”

“We accused him of dating all these other influencers…and we were wrong LMFAOOO😭😭”

“Must be new because how did nobody guess this??”

“They are so cute together holy shit🥹”

“God damn he bagged a bad bitch😩”

I mean the complete love we were getting was astonishing like we never would’ve guessed.

“I say we post on Instagram?” Matt asked looking at me

“YESSSS” I said smiling at him

We decided to do a collab post and do a faceless picture which we found ironic but it was funny to us.

matthew.sturniolo and y/nthedawnnnn

matthew.sturniolo: 365 days with the love of my life….I can't believe it’s been a full year with this amazing woman. She is the best thing to have ever happened to me. To many more years baby I LOVE YOU❤️

Ps check out our TikTok for our hard launch.

y/nthedawnnnn: I fucking love you so much, 365 days of pure happiness 🥹🤭

nicolassturniolo: my fucking queen Y/N…..this was the hardest secret I had to keep btw 😩

christophersturniolo: mom and dad??

christophersturniolo: the amount of clips that had to be edited out of our videos because I spilled the beans….

Larray: Matt got the cuntiest girl out there okay matty poo I see you😉

nathandoe8: so no more bedtime kisses for me??

madisonbeer: I love yall omg 🥰

naileadevora: Literally stole my bestfriend… like Y/N come back home the kids miss you😔💔

Sturnioloteam: OMGGGGG I LOVE YALL

sssturnioloz: shut the fuck up YES OMG

Chrizz_Sturnz: I can smell the edits and I can’t wait😋

The amount of love we were getting from our announcement made us sooo happy. I’m so glad we waited a year! This was the best day of my life!

The End

Idek how tf I was supposed to end it, but I hope you enjoyed it I LOVE YALL🤭🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[pup-pee]

*presents u my dick grayson hcs like ur @ my garage sale* (dick hcs #1?)

♡ this

♡ hes a passenger princess(no this is cannon whoopsie)

♡ dick is like the first girl 2 b killed in a slaughter movie, but just as a 27-ish yr old adult man

♡ draws on a beauty mark in a different spot everytime & gaslights any1 who asks about it -"hey wasnt ur beauty mark under ur other eye?" -"idk i cant see my own face"

♡ hes always losing his hairties bc he keeps shooting them @ ppl -& rubberbands 4 that matter

♡ we dont talk about the skin grip example -it involves a lot of falling & a lot of crashing -if ykyk

♡ dick usually has a twix in his pocket, but in order 2 get it u have 2 guess if its a left or right twix -he also respectfully keeps the left twin in his left pocket & the right twix in the right pocket

♡ he never believed in santa claus but is terrified that watermelon will grow inside him if he swallows the seeds

♡ not rlly a hc but hes vry mcdonals girl toy coded

♡ says "fuck it we ball" b4 jumping in2 a drug ring

♡ the hardest hes laughed in a while was @ a bucket falling over

♡ "masculine but in a peacock way" quotes,,,,,

♡ makes hot chocolate in a pot -refuses 2 make it in a mug it HAS 2 b done on the stove or its not the same

♡ knows how to do his make-up but doesnt know the name of the product he uses -foundation? no thats just my face paint

♡ if u ask him 2 draw, hell say "i cant even draw a straight line!"

♡ dick; *pulls out sticker sheet* *puts mlp sticker some1s face*

♡ swallowed grapes/blue berries whole as a kid bc he didnt know better -didnt chew them*

♡ dicks fav turtle is leo

♡ fixates on tinkering w/his bits & bots

♡ wears crocs -"y do u wear crocs?" -dick; kicks in their direction so the croc hits theyre face

♡ eyeballs measurements(like cooking) -until it comes 2 clothes, then its ultra mega super duper whopper popper deluxe edition focus

♡ h8s grippy socks -the textures weird + attracts halys hair(as if all socks wouldnt but-) -prolly h8s socks in gen

♡ had 2 have snorted pixie stick as a kid -i am such a believer that every kid has done this so he will 2 -as a dare @ LEAST

♡ when hes angry he plops 1 of those sweet cough drops in his mouth 2 chew on just so that he doesnt go off -any hard candy works 2 -he needs 1 of those chewie chewables

♡ biting/chewing hcs bc it needs a separate category @ this point -keeps chewing on earbuds -h8s biting his nails actually -no pen or pencil or eraser is safe -loves biting but h8s when his food is 2 chewy/has 2 bite harder than usual -has more than 1nce caught himself about 2 chew on electrical wire -bites ppl he loves 2 show appreciation/love nom -(i will defend this goddamn hc till the day i die)

♡ pizza bagels -if ur confused, come see me after class

♡ titans have basically banned horror movies from movie nights bc dick would complain about the gore/physics/traps/mo/literally anything 'inaccurate' -"dick its just a movie" "U DONT UNDERSTAND."

♡ has the most social media followers out of batfam but only posts 1nce a month(sometimes not) -its just a picture of his half eaten cereal captioned "beautiful day today"

♡ titians walked in on him doing a backbend & thought some1 murdered him(not 4 vry long though cause oviously he was alive i just like the thought of some1 like roy when he 1st joined the team walking in & doing the most dramatic gasp ever)

♡ listen, i like contortionist dick -its fun & silly

♡ takes 'cringe' as a compliment

♡ "ur mature 4 ur age!" dick; "let me fix that real quick"

♡ hair grows vry quickly

♡ h8s functioning labels(i mean we all should but yk)

♡ skilled in bingo

♡ over buys treats 4 haly -& toys

♡ insane internal clock -kinda ties in; tells ppl specific times -"meet me @ 2;37 pm" as an example

♡ comic sans enjoyer(literally stole from ttg but shhhhhh)

♡ more invested in presidential gay love affairs than WW1 or 2

♡ hes about yay high

♡ hyperfixates on languages istg

i literally could go on 4ever bc my brain is that highway in germany but i wont i regret nothing

pt 2 <- if i make 1 lol

[byierficrecs]

not sure how it's possible but your work keeps getting prettier and prettier! can i ask what your process/method is for creation?

hello! sorry it's taken me a little to reply :S first of all, thank you!! that's very sweet ^-^ anyway, i'm not sure this will be particularly insightful :( but here goes nothing:

step 1: check the form for new submissions!

and then delete them all >:) ,,,but not without copying the information to a variety of spreadsheets. behold the madness:

in this one i copy the information that was submitted as it is.

these are where i rearrange the information so a) my brain can understand it and b) so that i can copy/paste stuff while making graphics and at the time of posting.

the first one is for the captions i attach to every tumblr post, and the second is the alt text for the images. there's a third one for twitter, but it's the same as the tumblr one.

and this one is where i keep track of all the steps i follow!

spreadsheet: copying the information from the forms

proofread: open the ao3 work to quickly check that someone didn't sneak explicit stuff or something like that

read and graphic: self-explanatory

captions and alt text: registering the information in the tables i showed before

twitter and tumblr: scheduling the posts to go up

(3 and 4 are inverted, but i'm too lazy to change it now x.x also, notice how they are (mostly) arranged in groups of three; before i even proofread things, i roughly decide the general aesthetic of the graphic: dark, pastel or colourful)

i do this almost every night. since people usually submit stuff in bulk, i often spend one or two hours simply sorting through the forms.

step 2: read the stories!

i usually read a story, then make the graphic immediately after. this is so i don't mix things up and the story is fresh in my very-forgetful mind~ while i read, i try to imagine things as they happen and pick at least one element i want to include in the graphic.

for instance, for this one (post), i wanted a duck somewhere. evidently, it ended up being a very minor detail but there they are! ducklings! :]

step 3: try to imagine the graphic

this is admittedly the hardest part tbh. i stick to my statement: i am not an artist. give me a minute and i will come up with a decently fleshed-out story idea. art or visual aspects are a different tale x.x some days my creativity leaves me altogether and i just stare into space for hours with absolutely no clue of how to make a graphic for one story.

hence why i rely so much on inspiration. some days i ravage my bookshelf, some days i google "spider book cover", some days i browse spotify and look at the album art and many days i end up scrolling through the canva templates section for hours until i see something that sparks an idea.

this one (post) is random. i was stumped on what to do and then i glanced at the video i had on the background and that was that.

i look at anything and everything for inspiration,,, again, i have no idea how artists do this x.x not to imply that they don't struggle (i'm sure they do), but i'm genuinely bad at this,,, especially since i try to make all the graphics as unique as possible; i like flowers, they are pretty and go well with most stories, but i think it'd be quite boring if everything i made had flowers :S

step 4: make the graphic

anyway, when i (finally) have an idea, i go on canva and get down the first element i had in mind, or the colour i want to use, or the general composition,,, anything. sometimes the only thing i've thought about is the text.

and then i just go from there, often with no plan or ending idea in mind :S

some graphics are simple and i can get them done in two hours, some are complex and i get them done in ten hours. perfectionism is how my brain is wired and i always feel like i need to bring things to perfection, so i tweak everything a lot even if i know i could get away with leaving some stuff as it is.

alas, i try to have fun during the process and sometimes i surprise myself with making something i am super proud of!

like this one! (post). as you can see, there are a bunch of layers and details. i went in with literally no plan but i kept adding stuff until it felt good :]

it's not as simple as just sticking some of canva's assets together, though. i often have to do a lot of editing. everything in that tunnel, for instance, was just lineart (?) with no option to give it a background colour, so i had to go in with my limited artsy knowledge and paint things until they looked the way i wanted.

these are all the different canva assets i used in that one + a finn silhouette. i'm trying not to use too many silhouettes because, like flowers, it's easy and i often gravitate to that but no >:( i shan't fall prey to the impulses.

speaking of silhouettes,,, there must be an easier way to do it, but the software i use (gimp; it's free x.x) is a little confusing to me so i just end up "tracing" over the outline of photos i like.

in the process, i tend to go all,,, frankenstein.

i chopped off finn's arm in the first one :( but then i gave him a jacket for the second one because his silhouette looked cold ^-^ (also gave noah will-hair). third one i just,,, mirrored the other arm x.x 1st story || 2nd story || 3rd story

other minor changes i often have to do is recolouring stuff and the like

again, these are edited with gimp and i'm sure there are weird errors, but i felt the story needed something softer (post).

some elements i actually find from other free source (?) websites, but it's rare.

last, but not least, sometimes i do try my hand at art x.x i'm not sure i'm good in the slightest, but it's been somewhat fun to try. i tend to look at artists i like, mainly for colour palettes because i never struggle with the graphics but i get stuck when trying to draw :S

for instance, the colours in this one (post) are all inspired by the second artwork in the tweet.

step 5: double check before posting

confession: yesterday i forgot to add the author's name to a graphic. there are at least three graphics in this account that are missing the "ratings" altogether. sometimes, there are minuscule mistakes that could've been easily spotted and fixed and i just,,, didn't see them.

i often catch a million things like that while making the graphics, but things do slip at times and i end up thinking about them for weeks x.x so i double and triple check everything and i never catch everything, but i try :S

i try to get my brother to help me a little, but the dingus always says everything is okei and goes back to his shenanigans >:( he is an actual artist so it's all the more frustrating but alas, there's nothing i can do about it x.x

step 6: schedule things for posting

uh,, not much to say about this. i just add the graphics, copy the information from the spreadsheets i showed you, then add all the links and tags and leave things be :]

except,,, i don't. i move on to something else and then i go back to check for mistakes and i keep looking for errors and i sometimes change things last minute x.x

the little detail in the corner where mike is screaming? that was added a minute the thing went up,,, (post)

it's uh,, overwhelming. i know i overthink way too much (about my writing, too), but it's been ten years of getting anxious about these things so i'm not sure it'll stop anytime soon :(

the little comments you guys leave really help though! so thank you for that :]

step 7: post the thing and "rest"

again, i continue to search for errors after i post, but unless it's a big thing (like the aforementioned "i forgot to add the author's name" moment from yesterday) i force myself to leave the post as it is. my brain hates me for it, but it's the one thing i manage to do to ease my anxiety x.x

so, with the post up and big errors mended, i get to rest! for a bit! and then i have to do it all over again!

this entire process (step 1 excluded) takes around 4-6 hours (or more) so by the time i post something, i'm already late at making the next graphic :S hence why i usually take a couple free days every few graphics.

i've also been really sick lately (covid + randomly passing out because of overarching health issues) so things take a bit longer :(

it's fun though! i'd never tried my hand at any visual stuff and some graphics are admittedly lackluster, but sometimes i surprise myself with some very pretty things i make :]

in addition to the ones i've already shared, i'm quite proud of these graphics~ 1st story || 2nd story || 3rd story || 4th story || 5th story || 6th story

plus, i get to talk to a lot of nice people, read/share wonderful stories, and more importantly, do something nice for authors! so it's all worth it, i think :]

random, but i'm not sure i'll ever get to use this little guy so i want to share him :D

anyway, i could continue to procrastinate for quite a while but i have to (gues what!) go make today's graphics x.x shoutout to all the authors whose stories i randomly featured here; please check all their stories as they are all amazing.

@itsromeowrites, @ghoulsanderson, @wiseatom, @eggo-owl, @smoosnoom, @byeler, @bookinit02, @lilacline001, @astrobei, @voulezvulcan, @sevensided

i'm going to take a nap now. apologies if, after all this, i didn't even answer your question.

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[pennyforscale]

an uneventful but fun accident 😊

I was in the kitchen and already padded as advised by my gf because of a small accident i had a few nights prior 🥲. I’d just finished making a coffee, as I felt a slight gurgle in my stomach ... 😒 I knew I hadn’t been to the toilet for at least 24 hours, but I also knew I could probably hold it in whilst I drank my morning coffee in the garden.

As I closed the door behind me and crouched to sit down, I immediately regretted not going to the toilet. a slight unexpected urge to “go” came over me as i had planted my butt on the top step of the patio. i felt a slightly abnormal squish, and after checking around for people, i did a small wiggle to see if it was just a wee. i lent over slightly into a slightly unnatural position as someone suddenly walked past my house 😳. frightened (and slightly embarrassed), i quickly lent back and a new firm warmth squished beneath my butt. i normally notice when a mess is coming, but the fright had me on edge!

I heard at least one housemates inside, presumably making breakfast, and opted to wait it out until i could get past unseen. i drank my coffee, trying my hardest to hold everything in. i was worried about if it started to rain as i hadn’t brought an umbrella or coat, it felt like 20 minutes passed before i was really struggling, i was also starting to get a bit cold which did not help me with holding it. my housemate was still in the kitchen and i lent over as i thought i heard the sound of the microwave beeping. i was physically shaking at this point, i was desperate to go and i couldn’t hold it for long, my plan was to stand up and make a b-line for the toilet. i heard footsteps and as i heard the faint sound of the kitchen door closing, a warm mush filled my diaper. 😖

i was shocked, i couldn’t stop it, the flood gates had opened and there was nothing i could do. it got softer and mushier as it came out, by the end, in-spite of wearing headphone at the time, i heard the final loud sounds of the mush flooding out. i wasn’t cold anymore, but i was now shivering with embarrassments, fear and a bit of excitement 🥲.

i promptly, and quickly, stood. i felt the warmth move around as the mushy diaper bounced slightly. i lent over to grab my mug and immediately wet myself. as this point it was expected, and i knew the diaper could hold it so i didn’t even try stopping it. i stood for a few seconds, absolutely soaking myself as i checked for anyone around (there wasn’t 😓)

i went back inside and immediately walked to the bathroom, none of my housemates saw me as i went in. I was stood there, wetter and messier than i had been in weeks.

maybe if my gf hadn’t advised me to wear a diaper i would’ve gone straight to the toilet… or maybe it would’ve been a lot… LOT messier.

#ab/dl community #ab/di lifestyle #ab/dl blog #ab/dl caption #ab/dl post #ab/dI diaper

[slowdiived]

if i was an angel (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

part 13. this one is pure angst and i will post the continuation hopefully by tomorrow. warnings for getting high and talk of pornstars.

"are you sure i'm gonna have fun?" you asked kurt, your gaze on your body as you smooth out your dress in the mirror. "do people even care to see me? they invited you for a reason."

"you're apart of my brand, (y/n)," he fumbled with his tie, not sure how to get it to look somewhat correct. "i think they would expect you to be with me, plus i don't want to be there without you."

 kurt was invited to an event thrown by tik tok, something to do with celebrating creators. he was super excited to go and begged you for a few days to come, finally giving in because you wanted nice pictures of you and your boyfriend. a few of your mutuals were also attending which made the situation more bearable for your anxiety. he had bought a nice black suit, something that made your heart thump out of your chest when he presented himself to you. he looked so sexy, so professional. you weren't use to him being in anything other than sweatpants and shitty graphic long sleeves. he took you dress shopping, excited to see what you would pick out. your dress was a rose gold color, tight to the fit and slightly off the shoulders. you felt a bit insecure in it, not use to seeing your body outlined in your clothes. 

when he saw you in it for the first time, presenting it to him while he sat off to the side of the fitting rooms, his jaw was on the floor. just his reaction alone made you want to get it. 

once you had gotten yourself all dolled up, makeup dark and rough like usual, hair put up in a cute messy ponytail, he frothed at the mouth. he was excited to be able to take you around and make sure everyone knew that you were his, prove to everyone that he had a hot sexy girlfriend. he couldn't even learn how to tie his tie, just so focused on you and your exposed legs and heels strapped around your ankle. 

"let me help you," you sighed after seeing him struggle in the mirror's reflection.

you started to flip the ends and loop them through. he watched you as you focused hard, your nose scrunching up, one of your many quirks. he couldn't wipe his smile off his face, you made him so happy. you notice and look up for a moment.

"what are you looking at?" you playfully tease.

"just my hot girlfriend."

his devious smirk had your stomach doing flips.

"i wish i was hot," you sighed. "i just feel weird in this dress."

his smile dropped as he knitted his brows in confusion, "do you not like it?"

you flattened his tie down his chest and fixed his jacket.

"oh i love it!" you reassure him. "i just don't feel like i look good enough, just a bit insecure."

he grabbed your wrists, interrupting you coordinating his outfit. you look up at him and his dark eyes burned a hole into your skull. 

"you look p-perfect," he got stern for a moment, your heart fluttering. "no need to be insecure."

you nod and kiss his cheek. you looked in the mirror again, grabbing your phone. he came up behind you and placed his head lovingly on yours. you pulled up your instagram and took a cute picture for your story, captioning it "going to the tik tok event tonight, wish us luck!", then posting it. he immediately got on his phone and reposted it to his story.

you grabbed your small purse and he pulled his keys off your desk. you led him out the door and to his car, getting in. he played his stupid electronic music then sped off to the closest freeway. you kept your gaze out his window, your eyes capturing the blur of trees and bright headlights. it was raining, gentle drops sliding against the glass. you watched them fall and drag out, your heart racing from your anxious thoughts.

you prayed that no one will bring up your nude streaming scandal, still lingering in your mind a month later. you tried your hardest to forget the humiliation and pain. it had blown away from the scrutiny, other people filling the void with their mistakable actions. it was just so nerve wracking knowing that someone might actually care to bring it up in a casual conversation and you can't even get a drink from the open bar legally. 

you tried to brush off the negative thoughts and thought about how sexy kurt looked. he still had his awkward stature and less than conventional mannerisms, but something about him trying to be so serious had you in a grip. he still opted for his greasy hair instead of just quickly washing it. he used some dry shampoo but his hair still sat shiny but stiff. it didnt matter to you though, he still looked the best he had ever looked in front of you.

"h-hey are you excited to see your friends?" kurt broke you out of your window watching trance.

you whipped your head to him and nodded.

"yeah, i've been wanting to meet alison for awhile," you tried to seem like your head wasn't going to explode with your disarrangement of thoughts. "she just flew in for the week from florida."

he nodded and got into the right lane. you looked at his thighs that were pressed into his nice black slacks, biting the edge of your lip.

"bobby said he was invited," kurt smiled. "i feel like i haven't seen that ki- guy in forever."

"for good reason," you mumbled while turning to fiddle with your fingers. 

he gave you a disapproving laugh.

"i know i shouldn't be too excited but i am," he ran his hands through his hair. "he is still my f-friend and he is more famous than me so it helps that i keep up appearances with him. first rule to keep my career."

you rolled your eyes at his statement. every bad thing was okay because it helped his career, pissed you off that his self respect was thrown into the garbage constantly. he was much more than that airhead kid. he might only be a year and a half younger than you but dear god was he so far removed from the real world. 

kurt changed lanes again and soon got off the freeway. he used the maps on his phone to check where the convention center was. you pulled out your phone to check your story views and to your surprise, you got sent a lot more likes than usual. a lot of people replied to your story and out of curiosity, you started opening each conversation.

you guys are my fav couple <3

that dress is so pretty, fits you so well!!!

feet pics?

that one had you gag internally. some people are fucking freaks.

"people really like our mirror selfie," you tell kurt while he is intensely staring at the up coming streets so he can find the right one to turn on. 

he didn't respond at first so once he finished his turn, you repeated yourself.

"what is every-everyone saying?" he asked with enthusiasm.

"someone said we are their favorite couple," you giggled. "i don't see that one very often."

"mine too," he responded as his car pulled you both into the parking lot.

he finds the closest empty spot and parks, pulling his phone from it's holder. he pulled his seatbelt off and started looking at his dms. he giggled as he read through a few.

"w-we are so gonna get more followers from this," he said like an excited child. 

after getting inside the building, you were overloaded with people and loud music. it seemed to be a playlist of songs popularized by the app. you felt a little more on edge at the true amount of people wandering around, laughing and mingling. kurt pulled you over to a photobooth, getting in line behind a few people.

"let's get more pictures to post," his crooked grin made you feel just an ounce better. "everyone will love it."

you nod, your hand wrapped around his bicep. you started looking around, your brain registering the people around you. it was weird seeing everyone in person and not on your phone. there were a bunch of photo opportunities set up, even stations to make tik toks. you laughed at the ridiculousness of everything, how serious everyone was taking this. la is just something you can't seem to get use to. sometimes your small town life seemed fun to get back to, something to base your future around instead of worrying about your naked body being spread to everyone like a disease. 

maybe you could convince kurt to get out of california with you one day. move to some midwestern state and just start over the best you both could. buy a house and start living a domesticated life together, get a cat and a dog, play husband and wife for a moment in time. take normal trips to the grocery store, get normal jobs.

you know that wasn't possible with your boyfriend's debilitating social media addiction.

"our turn," kurt spoke, bringing you back to your reality.

you nod and get in the booth. the bench was quite small so you sat on kurt's lap. you both chose the borders for the photos and soon the camera started counting down. you joined kurt on doing his signature peace sign, faces smooshed together. the second picture was you kissing your boyfriend's freshly shaven cheek, the third was him biting your cheek as you lost yourself in a sea of giggles. the fourth was just the both of you kissing.

when the photo strips came out, you fell in love with them. you put them in your purse and soon got dragged around to each photo stop. you soon saw alison with a group of people, begging kurt to take a break and walk over there. he agrees and you tap her on the shoulder, the both of you giddy and hugging each other.

"its so nice to see you!" she kept her hands on your shoulders.

you were soon introduced to all the other girls in the group. you complimented everyone's content and soon divulged into conversation. kurt tried to interject to be apart of the fun but everyone kind of brushed him off. he learned to just stand their silently, his hand pressed to the small of your back while you giggled and had fun.

you hadn't had an interaction outside of social media with people that were so fun and lively for so long. it's like you only ever see kurt, bobby, or your roommate. it had dropped all your fears and anxieties, your bubbly side coming out. after about ten minutes of talking, kurt saw bobby sitting with a bunch of other streamers.

"h-hey i'm gonna go say hi to bobby over there," he whispered into your ear. "don't lose me"

you nod and kiss his cheek, soon making his way over.

"so how's being with everyone's favorite gamer boy?" a girl named maxine asked.

you giggled, not expecting someone to ever refer to kurt that way. he was really the sweetheart of the gaming community, everyone loved his lack of comedy and awkward run ins. he charmed a lot of his audience, everyone coming in to make fun of him then falling for his content.

"he is the best," you giggle then take a short hit off of alison's vape that she smuggled in. "such a genuine guy."

"how long have you guy's been a thing?" she questioned.

"it's been about seven months," you nodded. "longest relationship i have ever held."

soon another girl named sarah started interviewing you as well.

"you guys are so cute," she smiled. "how's he in bed?"

everyone gasped and laughed, her friends apologizing for her drunk question.

"sorry i want to know!"

"its fine," you stifled another laugh. "he likes when i take the reigns, he is very needy in a good way."

"checks out," she laughed. "hey you should join us for alexa's after party! bring kurt along."

"alexa?" you ask, confused to who she is referring to.

"alexa jones." 

you recognized that as the girl who was very famous for her only fans content. you accepted the offer, excited to be apart of this new group. you needed more friends and these girls seemed cool. you were desperate to fit in.

"let me go talk to kurt about it," you walked away from the group full of excitement.

you saw kurt laughing with some minecraft streamers you recognized. you soon feel a little weird, your head getting fuzzy. you try to brush it off and grabbed onto kurt's arm, your front leaning against him. he looked over and smiled at you. he tells everyone to give him a second, turning towards you.

"what's up baby?" he chuckled.

you went to speak but suddenly it felt like all words were ripped from your tongue. you suddenly understood what was happening with your body and you panicked.

it wasn't just a vape you hit. 

"uh," you tried to bring yourself together. "one of the girl's wants to uh... go to alexa jones's after party and she invited us. i thought it would be fun to go w-when we are starting to get over it."

he looked at you confused as your slow speaking continued.

"those girls are suuuuper fun and maybe a bunch of other big creators will be uh... there!"

he grabbed your cheeks and you nuzzled into his hands. he knew there was something off.

"are you feeling ok- alright?" he asked in an alarmed tone.

you thought you were playing it cool, your heart now racing as he saw through you. your heightened state made your stomach churn, your eyes falling off of his and to the tie around his neck.

"y-yeah, i had a shot," you lied straight out of your ass knowing that kurt would get upset if he knew you took something else. "so can we go?"

he was unsure about those girls now that you were acting strange. he didn't want to upset you by saying no but he nodded to his own dismay. you kissed his lips and thanked him excitedly, jumping up and down

-

kurt slipped you another drink before you guys headed over to alexa’s, finally able to relax your high enough to ease kurt’s weird suspicions. as you both had got there, it was a decently lowkey turn out. not many cars were outside but you spotted maxine walking in.

you made kurt run over with you, chatting up the girl as all three of you walked in.

the inside of the house was huge, bigger than bobby’s place. your eyes widened as you scanned the room, people scattered and lights flashing. the music was loud and it was echoing from wall to wall. you giggled and pulled kurt in.

he was excited to be there as well. it was alexa jones’s house, the biggest and most talked about self-made pornstar, of course he was giddy. he even updated his followers that he was going to her house. he needed to meet her and at least get a picture, maybe get her to be in a tik tok or something. he knew the kurties would eat it up.

you were just excited to be invited to something by a bunch of fun girls. maybe you could even chat up alexa, ask her about how she became who she was. everyone had their mixed opinions on her, she was a polarizing figure in the influencer world, but you thought she was smart. she definitely had tricks up her sleeve that you could learn.

maxine dragged you guys over to everyone again and you all excitedly squealed.

“isn’t this the coolest?” sarah asked with the most animated voice.

“yeah, thank you guys for inviting us!” you grinned as you latched on to kurt’s arm.

“y-yeah thank you,” he spoke up.

alison pulled her vape out again and gave you a look. you looked up at kurt and back at her hand.

he hated drugs and you knew that. he was okay with drinking but anything you could get high off of… he demonized it. his dad had a lot of drug problems in the past and it caused a lot of harm to the poor boy. you didn’t want him to get mad at you for being stoned but you wanted to fit in. you wanted these girls to like you.

you gesture to it and took a long hit.

that was going to be the end of it for the night, no more hits.

“what k-kind of vape was that?” kurt asked you.

he was into vaping although he ended up quitting because he said one of his friend’s almost died from it. he wanted to support her in her journey of staying off nicotine. he didn’t mind that anyone else did it though, just another one of his twisted morals.

“uh, cake,” you say.

you weren’t wrong, it was suppose to be cake flavored.

“so uh kurt,” maxine turned to face your boyfriend. “i noticed that one of your spree streams blew up on tik tok, how has that been for you?”

he smiled, delighted to be able to talk about himself.

“oh, it’s super awesome,” his eyes lit up. “i-it got me a lot of followers so now my brand is everywhere. i ended up selling out of my merch yesterday.”

“it must be super exciting to be a meme that everyone is using,” alison chimed in. “people were really creative with you and that spree passenger. he was such a dick.”

they were referencing a passenger that got in kurt’s car and started spewing all this weird nonsense about women. he was going on and on about how his ex girlfriend was a slut, how she couldn’t just do what he demanded her to do. in the middle of the guy talking someone sent a donation that basically said “kurt you should kill that mf” and kurt checked the chat, everyone upset. he kicked the guy out and it went viral.

“yeah that guy was actually like so insane,” kurt started. “like i straight up told him that maybe his girl-girlfriend dumped him because he wasn’t like super n-nice. i brought up the fact that (y/n) have a great rela-relationship and you should respect women. he did not care for- like that.”

everyone looked at kurt with enthusiasm, nodding their heads along to his story. they all looked shocked and alison looked over at you to wiggle her eyebrows, giving you a thumbs up. you were happy that they all knew you had such a great guy.

you smiled back and listened to the girls all compliment him. they started talking about all their content and your brain felt like it was short circuiting. you couldn’t focus on their words, your head drowned into the room. your thoughts were loud and heavy, filling up the empty space of your brain until there was no room left to squeeze.

you thought about how kurt is gonna find out that you are high, how mad he was going to be at you. it then transformed into thinking about how he was pressed into you as you held his arm like a stuffed animal, close to your chest with your fingers wrapped around his bicep. you then looked down at your shoes, uncomfortable from the heels. you wanted to kick them off but you soon forgot and thought about how bad you wanted these girls to like you so when alison goes back to florida, you would have a group of people to talk to and maybe hang out with.

your brain was wiring a lot of information through.

“hey (y/n),” sarah giggled. “you got yourself a real hunk.”

she said it in this almost sarcastic way, like she was genuine but also being slightly ironic. you just nodded and said thank you.

“i’d say,” an unfamiliar voice rang through.

you turned your head to the right and noticed alexa jones standing in with your group. she was wearing a very scantily clad outfit, not leaving much room for imagination.

“hi i’m alexa,” her british accent was smooth as she laid out her hand for kurt.

“oh shit,” he took hers in a handshake. “i-i’m kurt.”

she grinned, her perfect teeth seemed to light up the atmosphere. you let go of kurt’s arm and kind of stood there, trying to not act suspicious.

“i know who you are, i see you and your little girlfriend on my twitter all the time,” she giggled. “nice to meet you (y/n).”

“nice to meet you,” you spoke after a few seconds of rehearsing the line in your head. “i love your videos, like uh the ones on tik tok.”

she laughed with this sort of elegance, something that made you feel weird. she then looked kurt up and down, biting her lip.

“i’ve watched a few of your streams, you seem to have a knack for comedy,” she giggled, her long acrylic nail tapping on his chest. “your reactions to a lot of those spree passengers just has me giggling on and on.”

you then grasped onto kurt’s hand as knee-jerk reaction to her obviously flirting a bit too much. she didn’t seem to look your way though, just kept her eyes on your boyfriend.

“oh really?” he said with a face of shock. “i-i mean i don’t really tr-try to be funny. i’m kind of like a go with the flow kinda guy, like i try to match the vibes as good- well as i can”

“no you have talent,” she took a hit off a juul. “and i mean, wow. your little fan-girls just enjoy you. i’ve seen so many thirsty tweets and the chat on my most recent insta live was raving about you. they kept bringing up your new meme.”

yeah, maybe you didn’t like alexa jones anymore.

you looked at the girls around you, all of them entranced by her presence. alison looked back at you and gave you sad eyes. you just tried to stay patient, noticing your fingers were tensing up uncomfortably.

your high brain was spewing out nonsense to you, saying that kurt was into her and that he was staring at her boobs. you kept checking to see if he was and to your surprise, his eyes were right on hers. he did look tense though, his chest puffed up a bit and noticed the anxious way he cracks a smile. you tapped him on the shoulder and he told you to give him a second.

“hey let me take you over to meet someone,” she said, grabbing his forearm.

and he let go of her hand, walking away with her and forgetting about you.

[morimakesfanart]

Sindria's Prophet #25

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*please send Sin to horny jail immediately *HBO's Rome S2 reference *JoJo's reference ~POV Sinbad~ The previous day started with news of his future death, and only ended after Sinbad found a solution. Well... his day outside of his bedroom ended that way. The wave of relief made other pleasures much more enjoyable. He also slept better than normal as a result.

So it was a shame that Ja'far came to wake him at the normal time. Sinbad had Ja'far leave. The woman that took care of him last night would still be waiting in the other room in case he wanted her again. She was taller than the person Sinbad was craving, but that was never a problem for him. And as a King, he shouldn't have to deal with the pitched tent he woke up with alone.

((HBO's Rome S2 reference "I am not leaving this bed until I've fucked someone", the vision with the caption text is on my tumbr))

After cleaning up, getting dressed and saying 'good bye' to the lovely lady, Sinbad finally had the emotional energy to deal with Ja'far's morning rant while he ate breakfast.

"Bla Bla Bla ...meeting with the delegates from Sassan... Bla Bla Bla ...new shipment of spices has been confirmed and is on its way... Bla Bla Bla ..." --- ~POV Mori~ When the maids came with breakfast, I was still asleep. I only had the vaguest of memories of one of them coming in to deliver food and leaving quietly. They were probably still used to when I was sick so couldn't always get to the door on my own and slept all the time.

I pulled myself out of bed. I was half asleep and just as dressed. That must be why I felt the sun on my back so strongly. This country is far too hot for me to manage to sleep clothed consistently. The more conscious I became, the more aware I was of a familiar pain in my gut. It was a good thing I had bought period supplies the previous day. Since I had apparently started already, I finished getting changed before eating my breakfast.

I ended up in the same outfit as the previous evening, but with a tweak. I took two of the clasps from each side of the cover to use to keep the sides of the pants relatively closed. This outfit was definitely comfortable and breathed well, and now it didn't feel as exposing. I could tell that if Sinbad hadn't shown up when he did then I probably would have ended up in this back then. His timing had to have been the Great Flow catering to his desires.

As I ate, the sight of the new scroll kept calling to me. The waves might not be as high as the previous night, but they were still high, and I was not in a position to find out why. I needed the distraction of finishing that scroll so I wouldn't ruminate on things outside of my control. Yesterday, I was swept up in everyone else's waves and had to deal with way too much. But today? Today was for me. It's not like anyone gave me a schedule yet, so it should be fine, right?

Besides, I hadn't hyperfixated on Sinbad or Magi canon in days -the irony of which was not lost on me. I hadn't written or drawn anything in days either. I needed this outlet and after the taste I had the previous night, I wanted more. --- ~POV Sinbad~ The delegates from Sassan had requested this meeting with the Alliance; there had been a cave-in in one of their mines. There were a few deaths, and even more injured, so this was a request for aide, and understanding that they were going to have to drastically cut back on the amount of precious metals they could produce as a result. What was needed from Sindria, and the Seven Sea's Alliance should have been obvious and straight forward, yet an hour later they were still talking in circles.

What aide they could and couldn't give seemed arbitrary to Sinbad, but the Alliance required understanding and acceptance to survive and strengthen. Sometimes negotiating with Sassan was the easiest, and sometimes it was the hardest of all of the countries in the Seven Seas Alliance. All of their religious doctrines meant that there was that much more Sinbad had to keep in mind when suggesting anything. At the same time, those same views said that all Dungeon Capturers were specially chosen by God, and Sinbad had captured 7; they obviously held him in high regard.

If he didn't know better, Sinbad would have thought that the waves were actively encouraging them to drag this out. No, they were intentionally wearing him down; the only question was what were they after? What request did they have that they thought Sinbad would have to be mentally drained to agree to? --- ~POV Mori~ Thinking about making a new Fate scroll reminded me that I thought I saw a hint to the taboo knowledge in the First Fate scroll. Rereading it, I found I had mentioned how Yunan could remember all 9 of his lives, how the Magi were driven to choose Kings by the roll given to their Rukh, and how all of the Kings he chose had tragic ends. None of it directly gave away anything about the Alma Taron stuff, but if Sinbad read about Rukh being given rolls, he'd never believe what I said about free will. I took my ink knife and carefully scraped off that section, before rewriting it in a way that covered up the mistake area and avoided mentioning the Rukh. You could tell that something else had been there once, but the creases from the original text were not deep or consistent enough for someone to read past the new text written on top.

I'd have to be more careful going forward.

I continued the 2nd Fate scroll while I was thinking about it. I had managed to write down everything up until Sinbad leaves Riem to go to Sassan the last time I worked on this. It became a bit scribbly towards the end from how fast I was writing, but I thought it was legible enough. I had only drawn one picture -Harun and Sinbad talking in the pub. I'd illustrate the next parts more. --- ~POV Sinbad~ The stand still in the meeting broke when one of the delegates brought up something unexpected. "We heard that you found a Prophet in Balbadd."

This was why they were being difficult -they wanted access to the Prophet. Sinbad had already been planning how to use Mori's knowledge as bargaining chips with other nations. She clearly knew when to hold her tongue, but he still needed time to talk to her about how much she could say to help other countries. She was *his* Prophet after all.

It seemed like the King's Generals hadn't shared the contents of Mori's visions with the delegates from their home countries -they were proving their loyalty to him yet again. If the various delegations had learned about the 2 Calamities there would be no way they wouldn't have confronted him about it directly. Instead, the people from Sassan were using news of a personal tragedy to confirm Mori's existence.

"It's true." There was no reason for Sinbad to deny it. It was only a week until her official announcement anyway. "And I can vouch for the legitimacy of her visions."

They talked amongst themselves, and then one asked, "Would we be able to speak to the Prophet? If she has truly been blessed by God then we would like to learn what she has seen in her visions. I'm sure that sharing this blessing with us would negate any other issues."

There it was.

Sinbad gave his answer with a smile. "I plan on formally introducing her to everyone soon. I can make sure you'll be the first to be able to speak to her."

With that positive answer they were far more amicable during the rest of the negotiations. --- ~POV Mori~ This was definitely some kind of self indulgent fanfiction because how else had I gotten an entire scroll written and drawn by the time I finished lunch? I had finished all of the Sassan and Artemyra arcs. This was the true definition of wish fulfillment.

I grabbed the practice scroll; I had to be sure. I drew something quickly then dipped the pen back into the ink. I intentionally didn't let the excess drip off. Instead, I flicked it towards the drawing and sure enough: I had made a mess; I was in fact not an art god like Rohan Kishibe even in fanfiction. I had just wasted precious ink, but at least I used my scrap paper to do it. With that experiment of pure stupidity behind me, and my curiosity satisfied I decided it was time for a break.

((JoJo's reference, manga panels redraw))

My back was killing me after sitting in the same position for so long. I had been doing leg swings to help counter it, but I hadn't managed to do them every 30 minutes like is recommended. I stretched until my joints stopped crackling and my muscles stopped straining.

I looked back at the table with my supplies. This wouldn't be much of a distraction if I was writing one of the arcs I was trying not to think about, and I was coming up to the Slave arc. When Sinbad had asked me directly if the painful events of his past could have been avoided, I answered him on a technicality. With his over confidence and hubris he'd never make a different choice unless something major had changed. Sinbad doesn't listen to anything that tries to humble him unless he's already experiencing self doubt. Ja'far and the other Generals were blind to a lot what Sinbad was doing, but even when they did recognize what was going on and tried to talk to him, the conversations always ended with Sinbad being supported regardless of his decision. It didn't make sense that I would be able to make him see reason when no one had been able to in the original. I'm just one person. And yet, the waves had changed while and after I talked with King Sinbad. I was clearly doing something right. Was there anything more self indulgent than causing a paradigm shift in a problematic fave? But was this change really for the better? The waves were still on the high side. Just like last night, I couldn't think of anything I did that could have led to this shift. I closed my eyes and took a slow deep breath. What was the direction these waves were headed? Did this mean he wouldn't reach the same heights, or that he would go even farther? --- ~POV Sinbad~ King Sinbad went over some documents at his desk while he let the back of his mind ruminate about Sassan's request. He knew they would request this eventually which is why he had already made plans for when and where to introduce the Prophet of Sindria to the Seven Seas Alliance. The medical knowledge she shared with them was going to be worth a lot to Heliohapt which prided itself in having the best medicine in the world. Sinbad doubted he could appease Sassan with some science Mori might know. They wanted to hear the "word of God" so nothing short of her knowledge of Fate would satisfy them.

Mori was bound to have knowledge of the past and future that would fulfill their request, but it didn't sit right with Sinbad. He had come to recognize her pattern of hinting about things to lead others to whatever conclusion she wanted. If Mori doesn't give him more information than she gives Sassan, then guessing what she's planning would be more difficult.

The waves caught Sinbad's attention and drew his gaze to the wall of windows right of his desk. Maybe he had been working too long. After pushing his seat away from the stacks of papers, the King walked to the windows to look out at the rest of his Palace. The sky came into view and then the green domes of the Palace followed the white stone holding them up. From his office windows, Sinbad could see a few of the other Towers including the Green Sagittarius Tower. --- ~POV Mori~ The waves washed over me as I stared out the window. This was really nice actually. But this was fanfiction. This peace was either being juxtaposed to someone else experiencing the opposite, or it was the calm before the storm. Or both.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"'Speak of the devil."' I turned towards the source.

Ja'far's voice called for me through my door. "Lady Prophet." He waited for my answer. The waves started to move in his direction.

I did a quick scan of my space to make sure it wasn't too messy outside of the table, and out my cover back on before opening the door. "Hello. Does this mean his Majesty wants to continue the conversation from yesterday?" Given how things had ended this was the only reason I could think of.

Ja'far had a friendly tone and expression. "Actually, he-" The General blinked down at me. His eyes scanned my clothes and focused on the lilac cover. "Where did you buy purple clothes?"

uh oh. I did not like the implications of that. "Pisti picked them out at most of the stores we went to. She said it was okay..." I had made a terrible mistake.

"'Most?'"

I felt like I was caught red handed and needed to defend my actions even knowing I did nothing wrong. "At most of the stores Pisti would find something purple and even sent some items to get dyed and it's my favorite color so..." Saying it out loud made me realize just how much she had set me up. There were no purple options until she pulled them out.

Ja'far's polite customer service expression fell completely and I felt like humanity existing at all in any universe was a mistake. "You were wearing this yesterday, weren't you?" He sounded so tired. I guess we weren't around each other last night for long enough for the color to sink in. His focus was mostly on SInbad anyway. "Yes." I wanted to cry. "I need to cancel everything that Pisti sent to get dyed, don't I?" I was only going to be allowed to wear purple in my room. This was my fanfiction! Stupid Sinbad hogging my favorite color all to himself. "I should've listened to my intuition. 'Thought it seemed weird." I couldn't hide my disappointment if I tried.

Ja'far softened. "It's not your fault. Pisti is a known trouble maker." He looked to the side with a grimace. "I will deal with this later."

"Do I need to change?"

He thought about it. "Do you have any outfits that aren't purple?"

Fuck. "Not really, no."

The General let out a very exasperated sigh.

I ran behind my changing wall, pulled my uniform jacket out of my chefferobe, and put it over what I was wearing. "Is this better?"

After another scan of my person, answered, "I suppose."

[ilygetou]

i saw your post abt your women crush thing, and i just wanted to say that yeah wlw relationships are the hardest, girls always give mixed signals, i used to have a crush on a girl whom i though liked me back, we would flirt with eachother, hang out everyday, sleep on a call, we had matching bracelets & necklaces, we would go on mini dates as "crushes", say ily to eachother for hours on call. and then suddenly she just ghosts me out of nowhere? then proceeds to block me? i then made another account to see what was going on & maybe ask her abt it, the first thing i did was view her story it was a story of her and another man, holding hands with "❤️❤️" written above it, i decided to remain anonymous to figure out who that is, that guy being her boyfriend never crossed my mind, lover, partner, i didn't think much about that story, till she started posting more and more pictures with the same guy, that was when i got suspicious of it, surly he wasn't her boyfriend right? she did after all say she liked girls and doesn't have any interest in men, she posted a picture, of her and that guy, the caption was "i ❤️ my bf," i was so heartbroken when i read that, I remember crying for a long time, it took me so many months to get over her, she was everything to me but i was just someone to toy with to her, i'm so pissed of but also so sad, a 2 year friendship, 2 years of me crushing on her just for her to end up dating a man.

i'm sorry for writing so much & venting in your inbox <3

kinda teared up while reading this, I am so sorry anon :( girls can be shit sometimes, they act that they like girls for male validation, thinking it'll make guys fall head over heels for her, sometimes they think they could do anything to the person that liked them, they think they have the power to do anything they like just because they're a female, that it makes them different.

why would she block you? she could've explained to you rather than lying, simple words like "i think I like men more" couldn't hurt (they do) but it's so much better than ghosting you then proceeding to block you?? you could've understood her, you did like her after all.

don't worry abt it anon!! you can ways come & vent in my inbox!! :))

[kiyomai]

Just thinking of haikyu! boys and their Instagram accounts!! Every single one of them would have different vibes to their accounts and it’s only right to go through them together.

BOKUTO uses the same account he made when he first downloaded the app. If you scroll far enough, you’ll see the first picture of a younger Bo with a wide smile and a thumbs up, don’t forget the corny caption reading ‘Welcome to my life!’ Timeskip!Bokuto would still post cringy things, but don’t think for one second that you won’t make special appearances on there. Remember that he’s a pro athlete, so he will have that blue check mark signifying he’s verified; if you’re not for social media presences he’ll respect that. He’ll try to bring you up only on special occasions, either by keeping it limited or just not showing your face (he’s respectful like that).

“Babe, come take pictures with me! Everyone’s dying to see you!”

“We’re only doing a few pictures, Kou!”

He loves livestreams so much! The first time he made a live, he had no idea how to use it. Oh my goodness he was so clueless. The comments were flooding in and the hearts were floating. He tried his hardest to answer everyone’s questions and that’s the reason for his struggle. He would try to scroll up and start from the beginning, but it obviously backfired on him. He would’ve struggled a lot more if it weren’t for your help. Telling him to just thank everyone for their kind words in general, and if he wanted to answer full on questions, to read them as quick as possible and do it. After getting the hang of it, Bokuto would make his livestreams frequent. Sharing with his lovely followers what he was up to and sneaking the phone towards you every once in a while.

“‘How is your relationship with Y/N so perfect.’ Babe, come here! The people wanna know how our relationship is so perfect!”

“Kou, don’t go telling your followers everything’s perfect when you haven’t taken out the trash like I asked you to!”

“I will talk to you guys tomorrow, I have some important things to do. But, this is how you maintain a perfect relationship. Okay, bye!”

IWAIZUMI has two Instagram accounts; a public and a private. His public is only used when he wants to share his moments with his team, the pictures that don’t make it to the official team Instagram page. His private is the same one he made when he was in high school. The earliest post you’ll find is a mirror picture of him in the gym, post-workout sweat covering his bare chest and somewhat toned legs. The captions are those lame gym quotes to ‘inspire’ motivation, but Iwaizumi didn’t realize that most people found them quite obnoxious. He’s always tempted to delete them, hating the way you and his friends always bring it up and poke fun.

“You’re not allowed to delete those pictures, Hajime! How else is Mattsun supposed to get inspiration for his upcoming Halloween costume?”

“You’re unbelievable. I’m deleting them as we speak!”

Having his own private account gives him room to be himself, so Iwaizumi always posts things that catch his eyes. He’s always posting nature and the trips he makes, not wanting those memories to go away. He’s the type of boyfriend to want to take pictures of the two of you kissing in a new area. Countless photos of different outfits, different settings, different locations, but always the same two lovers.

“L/N Y/N, you get your ass back over here and kiss me like you mean it. You know better!”

“We’ve done this five times already, Hajime! It’s not my fault you have grandpa hands and can’t stop shaking while taking the pictures!”

“That doesn’t excuse the lazy kiss!”

SAKUSA only has an Instagram account because of Komori, and he only continues to use it because of the teams pr manager. If it weren’t for them, Sakusa would not have social media. He hates that it’s public, but he also doesn’t want to make a private account, that’s just too much work. He knows it’s to make him more appealing to his fans, but Sakusa wishes he didn’t have to do it.

“All you have to do is smile and it’ll be over, Omi. You haven’t posted in a while and your manager only wants three little pictures.”

“Maybe if you ask me nicely, I’ll be more inclined to do it. Until then, you’re not getting any pictures of me.”

He hates how unauthentic Instagram feels, but you make it bearable for him. You seem to capture the realest moments, moments where he feels like Sakusa Kiyoomi. They range from volleyball to his personal life with you. He loves posting the videos where he’s the first to achieve a service ace, the story behind the competition always brings a smile to his face. And doing normal things with you helps add authenticity and realness that he never would’ve achieved if anyone else was in charge of his account

“Make sure you include the pictures we took at the store. You looked really nice in them.”

“That’s so cute, Omi. See, you can be so nice when you want to be.”

“Forget what I said, don’t post anything, you asshole.”

a/n: this is about as much as i can handle lmao school is kicking me in the booty. but i really loved writing this! if you liked these, don’t be afraid to request this for other characters; i’d love to make this a series :) likes/comments/reblogs are welcome and appreciated <3

[getosbigballsack]

I'm breaking up with you prank.

Influencer! boyfie Gojo

influencer! Gojo x influencer reader

Word: 3.9k words

Synopsis: The reader decides that she wants to prank her boyfriend Gojo and it almost ended in bad.

Warning: a bit angst, implied sexual content. Gojo is a softie.

(it's a part of a series I'll like to start so don't be afraid to make a request.)

The moment you sat in front of the camera, you knew it was a bad idea. You knew it was a terrible idea (well not for the viewers because they are going to find it entertaining), but you knew how dangerous this prank was going to be.

You may or may not have strength in your legs when your boyfriend is done with you.

Either way, you had to do this. You had to prank him back. So without any further thoughts, you pressed record on the camera, and then you did your intro.

"What's up guys, you know it's your favorite girl Y/N and welcome back to our channel," you did your little dance while smiling then you went on with the rest of the intro. "So today! Today, today (I am a fan of the prince family) I have a bombass prank video ready for you guys and to be honest, I'm scared."

You took a deep breath before looking down at your phone, the one that your boyfriend gifted you with in the last video he made, then you looked up back at the camera.

"I'm pranking Satoru today and I'm not sure if I want to do this prank on him, but your girl is gonna do it anyway. He might cripple me *clears throat dramatically* but I don't mind."

You bit your lips as you thought of the many nights your boyfriend, the one and only Gojo Satoru has left you with your legs feeling like noodles and your throat raw from all the screaming he made you do.

"So right now, I believe Satoru's home, and let me tell you, he's not going to come over because he thinks I'm upset with him. But I'm not! HEHE, I'm only pretending to be, just so that this prank can work."

You had to pretend to be mad at him for this prank to work. So the entire day yesterday, you gave him cold shoulders, you didn't give him any kisses and you didn't even spend the night at his home. You did all of that even though it pained to watch as he pouted and tried his hardest to get your attention or to say to get you to not be mad at him.

But you had to because...

"I am going to do this prank called, I'm breaking up with you. Listen, guys, Toru Is going to flip out. But I'm doing this for you guys. So please give this video a big FAT thumbs up and don't forget to share and subscribe to our channel. Without further ado let's get it."

You cut the camera and you quickly went to set up two hidden cameras in your living room, then you went back to your room, checked for outfit one last time before you went back to recording.

"Alright, I'm going to send him a breakup message and I'll screen record my screen so you guys can see his response. So here we go I'm ready."

You quickly went into your boyfriend's chat to see all the messages he sent you last night. You almost pout when you saw that he sent you a selfie of himself laying down in bed with an adorable smile on his lips and he left a caption: Good night Moochie I miss you💖 and I love you❤.

"Toru is such a baby," you cooed before clicking out of his photo. "Time to prank him."

You began typing your message in hopes to make it a bit quick and also short.

You: Gojo... I can't do this with you anymore. We need to break up.

And in an instant, you got a reply.

Boyfie: Why?

"Guy's he replied, ok so let's say this." You said to the camera before you began typing again.

You: it's just not working out between us anymore. I'm not happy.

He read your message. You watched as the typing bubble appeared at the bottom of the screen and you peered at the camera nervously.

Boyfie: I don't understand. We were just fine until yesterday. Did I do something wrong?

Boyfie: baby you need to talk to me.

Boyfie: what's going on? Where is this coming from?

You started to type a response, but before you even got a chance to answer his message he started calling.

"He's Facetiming me," you said as you held back your laughter. "I'm not going to answer. Because if I do he'll see that I'm joking around."

You waited until it stopped ringing. But as soon as it did, he called you again.

"I should have known that he's not going to stop calling me. I am going to decline his call.”

And you did just that. You giggled once again when you saw the typing bubble appear once more.

Boyfie: Babe answer the damn phone and stop playing with me

Boyfie: We need to talk about this.

You almost felt bad for pranking him, but he deserved it not after he pranked your last time before he gifted you with the phone you were currently texting him with. So you swallowed the heavy lump in your throat and went on with the prank.

Boyfie: Moochie…

You: There is nothing for us to talk about Gojo. I’m done with this relationship.

Boyfie: NO! You’re not leaving me. Y/N answer the phone and talk to me.

Your phone started to ring again. “Shit! Ok, I’ll try my hardest not to laugh.”

You laughed as you answered his call and then you immediately placed your big finger over the camera. You didn’t want him to see the grin on your face. You watched as his face appeared on the screen. You cooed when you saw his adorable angry pouty face.

“Y/N come on let me see you,” he pleaded as he leaned back on his sofa and waited for your face to appear on the screen. You silently laugh before clearing your throat to speak.

“No! You said you wanted to talk so talk, I don’t have all day,” You said to him.

“Tch! You need to let me see you Y/N. I’m not fucking playing with you right now. I wanna see my girlfriend,” He said while rolling his eyes as he waited for you to appear on the screen. You slapped your hand over your mouth to silence your gasp. Gojo never swears unless he’s having sex with you. Even when he’s around his best friend Geto (the one who swears like a sailor) he still refuses to do so. He said that it’s a bad habit. “Y/N!”

“Gojo,” You said with the most unbothered voice you could muster up. You removed your thumb from the camera and let him have a look at your face. “And I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I said I’m done.”

“And I said that you’re not leaving me. You need to tell me what's going on. Why do you want to leave me all of a sudden? We were cool until yesterday,” He said before taking a deep breath as he continued to speak. “Out of nowhere you got so sour with me and I don’t know what the hell I did. You need to tell me so that I can fix it because breaking up with me is not an option.”

You bit your lip to hold back the laugh that was stuck at the back of your throat. Damn, he looked as if he was about to cry, and also from the look, he carried you knew he was dead-ass serious about you not leaving him.

“I don’t need you to fix anything, Gojo. I just want you to leave me alone.”

He hissed his teeth, you watched him sit up in his seat and place his phone in his lap, then looked down at the screen. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He only does this when you’re on the verge of pissing him off. “Leave you alone! That’s not going to happen. Talk to me, let’s talk this out and then I can fix my mistake.”

You didn’t know what to say to him really since he was your first and only boyfriend you never actually ended a relationship before. This prank is not as easy as you thought it’ll be. “I’m done Gojo.”

“Why though? What’s going on? Like what did I do?” He asked again.

You sighed as you tried your hardest to think about something, anything and that's when you remembered that you saw him talking to his ex-girlfriend yesterday inside the library. You usually don’t take offense to it because you knew he had no feelings for her. You know the only reason he’s talking to her is that they have a project due very soon.

So you never cared, but you figured that it’ll be the perfect opportunity to pretend to be mad because he was talking to her.

“You’re acting as if you don't know what you did wrong?” you said to him and he sighed heavily.

“I don't, that's why I’m asking Y/N,” He said to you.

“Just forget it Gojo, I’m done and I just need you to know that,” You said to him before hanging up. You sighed heavily before looking up at the camera. “This is extremely hard, guys. Shit, he’s calling back.”

You took a deep breath before answering, “So you're just going to hang up on me like that?”

“I have nothing else I want to say to you Gojo,” You said as you bit your lip and looked away from the camera. This was getting intense for a prank but you had to continue. For the supporters.

“Moochie, tell me what’s going on so I can fix it please,” he pleaded over the phone. You glanced down at the screen and saw that he had tears in his eyes. God, you knew that this was going to be hard. “I don’t understand what is going babe, we were just fine the other day.”

“Well, we aren’t now.”

“Why Y/N? What did I do?” He asked you once again. You tried your hardest to keep yourself from laughing. This was too funny but it was also hard. "Moochie, please talk to me."

"I have nothing that I want to say to you Gojo," you repeated once more.

"You can't just break up with me without an explanation moochie," he said before clearing his throat. "You're not breaking up with me, so let's talk it out here. Tell me what on earth did I do, let’s fix it Moochie."

"There's nothing left to be fixed Gojo," you heard him sniff before taking a sharp breath.

"What do you… You know what? I'm coming over because you're not about to break up with me," he said before getting up from his sofa and going for his keys.

You knew that he was about to find his cute self at your home, and you wanted him to. But you had to pretend. "No, I don't want you at my house Gojo."

"Tch! You're not breaking up with me though. So I'm coming over so we can talk and work things out. If that doesn't work, then I'll just have to fuck you and then we can talk after."

You fold your lips to hold your laughter. He was mad now, you knew you can just tell by the way he slammed his car door shut. "GOJO?"

"WHAT!?" he answered and you tried even harder to not laugh. "Just be sure to be ready when I get there because we're going to talk this out and like I said if you refuse then we'll just have to fuck. But I'm not fucking letting you go." You giggled silently when he began to ramble as he pulled out of his parking lot. "The fuck are you talking about leaving me. You're mine, MINE."

Oh my god guys he's freaking out, you whispered to your camera before looking down at his camera. "Just be ready for me. Play with your p***y until I get there. The fuck."

You placed your phone in your lap and took a deep breath. He’s not joking, you’re fucking dead when he gets here. Gojo and angry sex will put you in a hospital bed. He’s done it with you once before and you knew how rough he’ll get and you swore you never wanted to experience it again. You had to tell him it’s a prank by the time he gets here. You need to let him know that you were only joking around. Or else your legs and maybe even your back won’t be of any use to you anymore.

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat before looking at the camera. "Satoru is pissed, guys. He never swears, not even when he's angry. So you know what's up. Let me check how far away he is." You did exactly so and it showed that he was 10 minutes away. "Shit! So he's 10 minutes away, I'll start the camera again when he gets back."

You hit pause then rush towards your bathroom to wash your face and rinse your mouth out with a bit of mouthwash. He told you to be ready so you were doing just that. You made sure to fix your skirt. Shit, You mumbled to yourself, as you began to feel the heat between your legs. Just the thought of him fucking you the moment you get here had you feeling a bit aroused.

Maybe you wanted to have angry sex with. You might prolong this prank a bit more. You giggled as you reached under your skirt and slipped your panties off and tossed it in the hamper.

Might as well give him easy access, when he flips up your mini skirt, he can just stick it right in. You walked out of your room, just in time to hear your phone ring. You hit the record on the camera then you quickly answer already knowing that it was him, and you also put him on speaker. "What Gojo?"

"Let me in," he said as he breathed heavily through the phone.

"I told you not to come here," you said as you walked into the living room and went to the buzzer to let him through the apartment. He hung up once he was able to get in and he began to make his way upstairs. You went to your room quickly to hide your camera then you whispered. "He's here, so I have to get into a full acting mode."

You leave the room, look over at both cameras that are set up, and smile. You took a deep breath before sitting down on the sofa with your phone in your hand. It wasn't long before you heard a knock on your door and his voice calling out your name. You giggled once more before transitioning into acting mode then you walked over to the door. You opened it then quickly walked back to the couch just before he could get a hold of your hand.

You can hear him breathing heavily as he kicks his shoes off while closing the door. He walked over to you, sitting down beside you then his hand grabbed your chin. "Give me a kiss." You shook your head no as you tried pulling your head away from his grip. "Stop playing around moochie. Kiss me." You refused him. He sighed as he drew closer to you and roughly tugged at your head and forcefully (well not entirely) kissed you on your lips.

"Stop," you mumbled as you pulled away from him. You made an attempt to get up, but he caught your wrist and pulled you into his lap. "Let me go."

"No, you need to talk to me, what's gotten in between us? Why are you acting like this?" He asked as he wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you into his body even more.

"You know what you did Gojo, so stop acting as if you don't," you said as you tried your hardest to not laugh at him, even though you were dying on the inside.

"Well, I don't and I'm not pretending," he said as he pulled you into him even more. You silently gasped when you felt his bulge pressed under your butt. He was freaking hard and by the way, he was squeezing you squeezing against him, you knew you had little time left before he just snapped. "Aren't you going to talk to me Y/N? Did I do something to upset you yesterday?"

"Like you don't know," you said to him and you watched as he clenched his jaw. You watched as he tried his hardest to think about what the hell he might have done to upset his girlfriend. He's smart, you know he'll figure it out even though it was just for a prank.

"Are you upset that you saw me with my ex?" And there it is. Now you have to get your acting game on.

You quickly hopped off his lap and folded your arms across your chest. "You know how I feel when you're around her."

His brow twitched and he stood up, he tried grabbing onto you but you moved quickly and went behind the sofa. "Moochie, I thought we already talked about this. Nothing is going on between us."

"Really, so if nothing is going on between you two, then why is she calling at four in the morning? Why are you alone with her in the library? Or even that coffee shop down the street away from our campus?"

He shook his head and jumped over the couch. He was able to get a hold of you and he pulled you towards him until you were pressed against his chest. He tilted his head down to look down at you since you were so small. "Moochie, I've already explained that our professor paired us together. Are you breaking up with me because of my ex?"

"Yes… You know how I feel about her," you said as you forced a tear to fall out of your eye.

"Seriously Moochie."

"Yes. I see how she looks at you. I see the way she makes you laugh. Don't think I don't notice how your voice changes when you have conversations with her," you said to him. "You still allow her to touch you. I mean if that's who you want to be with then fine." This is a whole load of crap.

He could believe what he was hearing and if you didn’t know better you could say that he's mad at you for thinking that he even wanted to be around his ex. He only was friendly because he wanted to get his assignment done, he didn't like it when she touched him. He'd shrug her hand off him. He doesn't care if his ex batted her eyes at him a hundred times. He only had his eyes on you.

"Go be with your ex Gojo…"

"Stop talking," he said he let you go and pushed you gently towards the more. "To know you had so many doubts in me. To think that you'll ever think that I'll go back to my ex Y/N. The audacity you have to question my loyalty to you, my love for you. Get inside the fucking room."

Alright, it's about time you tell him that it was a prank. You swallowed when you saw him step closer to you.

"Get in the room," he said. Yeah, angry sex time. You shook your head no and it only made him grab your throat, not too harsh, with just enough pressure to feel a bit lightheaded. He began walking you backward until you were in your room. He pushed you on the bed, locked the door then he went to shut your windows. Yeah, he's going to fuck you up.

GOODBYE LEGS.

He slipped his shirt off then proceeded to climb on the bed and before he could attack your neck with his hot, angry kisses, you shouted out. "It's a prank, Gojo. It's a prank."

"What?" He questioned. You quickly slipped yourself from under him, then you went to pick up the hidden camera inside your room. You saw when he rolled his eyes before looking away. "Seriously Moochie. This is not funny, I thought you were about to break up with me because of my ex."

"Please as if I'll ever break up with my pretty boyfriend," you giggled as you sat beside him and fixed the camera on both of you. "Give me a kiss."

"No," he said as he pouted. "It's not funny, baby, don't ever prank me again babe."

"Awe, but I am going to prank you," you said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes before looking back at the camera. "Alright, guys I hope you enjoy this video. Please make sure to give this video a big thumbs up… subscribe and share with your friends."

Gojo pulled out his phone from his sweatpants and quickly went on YouTube to look for the most recent video. "As you guys know we give post notification shout-outs and the end of every video and today's shout-out goes too @damn-geto. Thanks for the support, we appreciate it." He placed his phone down on the bed then looked at you. "Baby, I need you to take care of this."

"Take care of what?" You asked. He pointed at the front of his sweatpants. You looked down and smiled when you saw his cock straining against the fabric. "No worries. I got you," you said before flipping your skirt up.

He bit his lips and grabbed your thigh with his hand, he leaned in to kiss you but you stopped him. "Let's finish the outro."

"Just turn off the camera. We can do that later," he said as he tried taking the camera from you but you stopped him.

"Ok guys, I'm gonna go take care of Satoru. Please remember to comment, share and subscribe to our channel. Also, remember to follow all our social media, it is in the description box below."

"Babe, come on," Gojo whined before trying to take the camera from you again.

"If you want a chance to get a shout out in our next video you know what to do… haha Toru (he was kissing your neck) I've got to go guys bye."

And as soon as you stopped recording, Gojo had you naked on the bed with his head between your legs and his tongue hungrily devouring your juicy cunt. Let's just say that Gojo made sure your legs didn't work the next time.

He made sure to take him time, thrusting his cock inside you, making sure you feel every vein on his throbbing cock. He made you ride him until your legs hurt. He didn't have angry sex with you, but it was damn similar because when he was done. You fell asleep with your body trembling from the amount of orgasm he gave you.

He made sure you remembered his name, and he made sure that you know how much he loves you. He fuck you and the video he posted with your leg trembling on his Instagram stories only minutes after he edited and upload the video on you, will forever remind you that he fucked you up.

"Look at this guy's, her legs don't work anymore. Baby put it up, put it up," yup and you laughed as you watched how you struggled to show your legs.

[ughgojo]

—𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

ft: iwaizumi hajime, bokuto kōtarō, semi eita, akaashi keiji, tendou satori, & miya atsumu

synopsis: things some of my fav boys tend to do when they’re in a relationship with you

content warnings: none

note from the author: stole another post from my old blog again. i’ll have actual content coming out soon i promise but in the mean time enjoy this pls.

#—IWAIZUMI HAJIME

his instagram is literally dedicated to you and occasionally pictures of him—pictures that always include you of course. he thinks you’re otherworldly and he doesn’t mind showing the whole world the most flattering pictures of you. the captions are always adorable too. something like “my muse” or “can’t you tell i’m obsessed?” lol.

#—BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

loves to leave you random notes around the house, some that you’ll find days after he had written them. some may be like “you’re so amazing and i love you baby!!!- your kou :)” or it’ll be a random fact that he had learned (or akaashi told him) “hey babe did you know that some fish cough? that’s so cool i would love to hear it, wouldn’t you??!!! - kou :D” honestly so cute.

#—SEMI EITA

sends you song lyrics that he’s written about you. especially at random times of the night because that’s when inspiration hits him the most. you’ll be sleep and then you’ll get a text from him asking how does this sound? he knows you won’t check it until morning but he still loves to send them so you can have a reason to wake up and smile, most likely when he can’t be with you.

#—AKAASHI KEIJI

writes love letters to you, but never sends them. he thinks that his love is best confessed through the words that he’s placed on paper so he writes them whenever he’s missing you. he also expresses his love verbally but he just had so icy to give he wants to use it all in the best way possible.

#—TENDOU SATORI

buys things like plants or something that can be named and names them after you. there’s like 10 things in his house you can for sure bet that are named after you like paintings or little trinkets that he picked up while shopping. you never ask him how he manages to keep up with how many things that has the same name as you.

#—MIYA ATSUMU

will sneak kisses and glances while you aren’t paying attention. he’s just so infatuated with you that he doesn’t even notice when he’s doing it he just does it. they are almost always innocent, chaste ones that just showcases his love for you. whenever you point out that you knew he was staring or you stare at him after he’s given you a kiss, he’ll try his hardest to hide the blush that plays on his face.

[vibraniumwing]

only girl in the world.

a sam wilson x fem!reader wherein the reader cleans the apartment due to jealousy.

WARNING: NSFW (18+, minors DNI. ), praise kink, oral stimulation (f receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration (wrap it before you tap it lovelies), light choking, swearing, the setting is set somewhere in between AoU and CACW so like around the time in Ant-Man ?? also slight au ( i think )

A/N: so this is for @anchoeritic's 3k writing challenge! seeing that she’s a fellow sam wilson simp, i chose him for this fic (and we are seriously lacking in sam wilson content i hate this) and because it’s sam’s birthday we’re gonna celebrate >:)))) icb he’s an aries though. uGh

prompt/scenario: character A catching character B singing

word count: 3.7k

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Dating a superhero meant there was a lot of restrictions; cuddles and movie dates with them are fleeting moments since you never know when they would get a call about a grape-headed alien terrorizing the planet and you couldn’t flaunt them as much as you wanted to because your safety would be greatly affected if their arch nemesis finds out about your existence.

But regardless of it all, you were thankful because Sam never made you feel less of what you really are to him. A lot of your friends who know about your relationship with The Falcon were envious about how mature the both of you are, managing to balance both of your work lives and your personal ones at home; none of them really knowing how immature the both of you are behind closed doors.

Making this another reason why you loved the privacy being hidden from the public eye; you felt like you were in your own coming-of-age, rom-com movie with Sam with all the hidden rendezvous at The Washington Mall at midnight and drive around the empty streets of the city just until the crack of dawn or just stay at home and cook countless of meals, teaching each other recipes from both sides of your families

It was the relationship anyone could have ever dreamed of.

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“You’re not making this any easier for me, baby girl.” Sam said, sighing inwardly as he stuffed his duffel. He was going over to New York for a few days, probably on another mission with the Avengers (or training with them) and you weren’t having any of it; wanting nothing more than to have him home and with you for a few more days一 possibly forever if that was even possible.

You groaned softly at his response, sitting on the bed with your knees hugged to your chest as you watch him ready his things for yet another mission. “Then don’t go” You simply told him, face holding the same sad expression as your lower lip was jutted out in a small pout as you looked away, not waiting to tear up once again; him leaving for missions was always the hardest.

A chuckle left his lips, setting the suitcase down on the carpeted floor of your shared room before claiming his spot next to you; the dip of the bed from his weight caused you to look at him. “You know I wouldn’t dare to leave if I had the chance to, right?” He asked, his scooting closer to you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “But I always come back, right? Because you’re my home.”

You relaxed under his touch, stretching your legs unto the bed and wrapped your arms around his muscular frame, hugging him close to you in fear that he might disappear all of a sudden. “I know, but do you really have to go?” You murmur, hiding your face against his neck, the way your breath falls on his skin causes goosebumps to rise on his own.

“I have to, they need me, sweets.” He explains, wrapping his arms around your own frame and squeezes gently, enough to convey that he’ll be fine; that he’ll be safe and unharmed after all of the fighting he has due.

“I’ll be back in no time.” His reassurance made you sigh inwardly, knowing that you can’t convince him otherwise. Sam was always just like that, once something is set on his mind on something, he won’t stop until he gets it done. He rarely second guesses what he wants and he does, you’re the person he talks to.

You didn’t speak anymore, opting to let the warmth from his body consume you and lull you into sleep, his hand tracing small shapes into your back as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Go to sleep, baby. I love you.”

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The sunlight that peeked in through the sheer fabric of the curtains was enough to wake you up, reaching over to Sam’s side, expecting to feel him there but instead you were greeted with the sound of paper crumpling from the side of your hand. Stirring awake, you sat up and grabbed the note that was folded neatly.

“I’ll be back soon, baby girl. Don’t miss me too much, I love you.” You read outloud, adoring how neat his handwriting was, hugging the paper to your chest before whispering, “I love you too” before placing the note by your bedside table, rolling out of bed to get on with your day when your phone dinged. Looking at the lit up screen, you smiled at the message from Sam.

[ from: birdman lover ]

- It hasn’t even been a day and I already miss you.

- This’ll be a long week.

- Have a great day though.

- I love you.

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- Steve’s still clueless on how phones work but he’s getting there. He “greets you a hello”.

The rest of the week was your normal routine, aside from the occasional texts and calls you would get from Sam whenever he had the chance to check his phone; telling you how much he missed you and sharing stories of what’s going on inside the compound. It was like he never left, the only difference being he wasn’t physically there to give you the affection.

Saturday morning soon rolled around and you were bouncing off the walls excited that you had to wait just one more day before Sam could come back home; come back to you. You practically bounced off the walls as you did all your errands一 mainly you getting your car cleaned and your weekly Target run一 and your day was all rainbows and sunshines.

Until it wasn’t. You were scrolling through your Instagram when you saw a picture that made your blood boil immensely. It was a photo of an actress (who was extremely good looking) in the arms of The Falcon. You had to take a few moments in to fully register the fact that the woman had managed to snag a photo with him, “He’s even hotter in person.” You read the caption out loud, eyes rolling in irritation, even replying to some comments from her fanbase, making it seem like they were dating.

You rarely get jealous about anything with Sam, being so secure with your relationship with him but seeing someone who has a platform freely post him made you writhe in your seat about how you should be the one flexing him like that, not her or anyone else.

You opted to call your lover to tell him how you feel but there was this side of you that didn’t want to go through a whole discourse with him through the phone so you went with the better option, cleaning the fuck out of your apartment until your agression washes away.

Plugging your phone to the sound system, you started off with Rihanna’s Only Girl in the World before grabbing the broom from the small closet in your apartment's kitchen, starting to sweep the floor. “You’re a bad bitch, Y/N. Now go clean,” You hyped yourself up in the mirror before strutting back to the living room to sweep your emotions away.

Unbeknownst to you however was the fact that Sam was well on his way home. He got to go back home earlier than expected and he didn’t tell you, wanting to give you a surprise. Jogging up the stairs of your apartment complex, he was practically rushing to make it your door so he can finally kiss you.

Finally finding the keys to your shared apartment, he opened the door and slowly creeped in, expecting to see you seated on the couch but what he saw was something else. He was stunned beyond words to see you clad nothing but his shirt and a messy bun while holding a broom, singing your heart out.

“Want you to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world” you sang out loud, holding onto the broom as if it was a mic while you danced, awkwardly body rolling to the beat. “Like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love, like I’m the only one who knows your heart” You continued, starting to “sweep” the floor again while grooving to the beat of the song, not noticing Sam who was silently watching you.

“Like I’m the only one who’s in command” Your voice blending into the music as you rocked around the room, singing your heart out to the chorus. “Cause I’m the only one who understands how to make you feel like a ma一 Sam!”

You dropped the broom, jumping up in the air as you turned around to see your boyfriend leaning by the wall, watching you with an amused expression while holding his arms out to you. “Are you just gonna stand there or come here and give me a hug?” He questioned, raising up an eyebrow at you.

Wasting no time, you paused the song before making your way over to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you hugged him. “How long have you been here? Why are you here already? Shouldn’t you be coming home tomorrow?” Your bombardment with questions made him chuckle, his arms going under your thighs to support your weight, walking towards the couch and settling the both of you on there.

“I wanted to surprise you, baby. We finished a little bit earlier than expected so the moment we got back to the compound I was well on my way home.” He answered, one of his hands retreating from your backside to sneak up and cup your jaw, thumb tracing it gently. His eyes were locked with yours, filled with adoration and love as he continued, “turns out you have a surprise of your own for me. What’s got you cleaning so aggressively?”

You laughed, the anger you had just moments ago melting away as you lean into his touch, “It’s nothing, Sammy. Just me being a little jealous, is all.” You explained, finding it easy to admit your feelings. Your relationship with him was just like that; centered on honesty, understanding, and love. The reason why you’re so assured with him.

“Jealous? What’s got my baby jealous?” His brows were furrowed at the answer, mind trying to remember his actions prior to this conversation to see if he had done anything wrong but came up with nothing. “Did I do something?” He questioned, sitting up a bit as the conversation got more serious.

“I just saw this picture of this you and this actress posted on her instagram and一” you paused, finding it silly now that you’ve even been this jealous about this in the first place. “一I just got jealous that she could post you on their social media so freely. Kind of made me realize that I’m still not existent in the eyes of others; I should be the one posting you like that. Kind of made me realize that I’m not the only girl in the world that wants you.” you finished, not wanting to look into his eyes anymore at the sudden sadness from being hidden.

Normally, you wouldn’t even bat an eye on it but seeing how broken you were, Sam was shattered that you had to go through that thought. “There’s no need to feel ashamed that you got jealous, Y/N.” He said, the hand that was on your jaw now going under your chin to make you look at him again. “I know I insisted that I hide you from the public eye so you can be safe from harm and I’m sorry that because of it makes you feel like this.”

He sighed softly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your lips. “But if you’re ready to be introduced to everyone, even to the team, then I’ll be more than glad to show you to the world.” Sam said, his lips just millimeters away from yours, “The only girl I’ll ever love.” He finished, locking his lips with yours.

You swore on the fact that Sam’s lips were made for your own, the pace slow and sensual, enough to relay that he was sticking to his words and that you didn’t need to worry about anything. His plush tiers felt soft against yours, his teeth sinking into your bottom one, nibbling against it softly before swiping his tongue against it.

“Does my angel want me to show her how much she really means to me?” He whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips before pulling back, locking his gaze with yours, pupils blown with love and adoration clouded with a hint of lust over the thought of seeing you squirm under him.

Given the fact that you were sitting on his lap, you could feel how hard he was under you. ��You feel that, darling? You do that to me.” He groans as you shift, the friction causing his dick to twitch inside his tight jeans. “Be a good girl and use your words, baby.”

“Want you, Sam.” You say, mind too aroused and clouded with perverse thoughts due to the lack of touch you had from him this week to make a concise sentence. “Want you to make me feel good, please.” You beg, brows furrowing lightly in need as you watch him study your expression, a small smile forming on his lips as he easily hoists you up, arms gripping your thighs.

“How can I resist such a good girl begging for me to make her feel good?” He questions, gracing your lips with another chaste kiss as he carries you into your shared bedroom, placing you on the bed as he hovers above you. “I’ll make you feel so good tonight, sweets.”

His lips are then on yours again, his lower half grinding on yours a few times to rile you up, making you elicit a few moans that caused him to go overdrive. He grunts, taking in the scandalous sounds you make before sitting back up, taking the shirt off from your body, throwing his head back at the sight of you clad in only your underwear. “You do know how to make me go wild, baby doll.”

You smiled at him, happy that you were able to make him go haywire at just the sight of you not even fully naked. “My clothes never seem to stay on with you around anyways.” You answer, making him chuckle lightly as he started to attack your neck with kisses, nipping at the skin quite harshly making you hiss in pleasurable pain.

“You look better naked” was all he said before taking in one of your breasts, tongue swirling around the hard nub as his hand teased the other, fingers pinching on it lightly making you take a sharp gasp. He did this for a few moments before kissing his way from the valley of your breasts all the way down to the top of your panties.

Sam looked up at you with a devilish grin upon the realization of what lingerie you were wearing, “My angel looks so good.” he praises, taking a moment to admire your already fucked out appearance with lips swollen and hickey littered skin. He was quick to take off your underwear, eyes filled with hunger at the sight of your soaking cunt.

This feeded his ego to no ends, seeing you so needy for him. “I haven’t even touched you yet you’re already so wet for me, baby girl.” he commented, hands caressing your inner thighs teasingly as he took a moment to drink in the sight of you.

The way his rough and slightly calloused hands were in juxtaposition to the smoothness of your skin granted goosebumps to run along your skin, the cold air of the room adding on to your arousal. “Sam, please. Need you.” You begged once more, attempting to close your legs for some needed friction but his sudden grip on it making you think otherwise.

“Almost there, baby. Patience.” He said, bringing two digits to very lightly graze upon your slit before bringing it up to your lips, his thumb tapping your bottom lip, “Open up, sweets. Wanna see you taste yourself first.” He ordered, wanting to see you suck on his fingers.

Wanting nothing more than his touch, you easily obliged and took his fingers in without him prying them open. Your eyes were locked with his as you sucked on it, setting a blaze inside his eyes that you haven’t seen before, that lone making your stomach twist in knots.

As soon as Sam was satisfied at how wet you made his fingers, he finally gave your throbbing pussy the attention it yearned for. Inserting the two digits inside of you with ease as he slowly started to pump it in and out of your heat while his thumb rubbed circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You were a moaning mess under his touch, back arching at the slightest touch he would do to your clit. You were overwhelmed with the pleasure he was providing you. “F-fuck!” You breathlessly moan, hips bucking up as you wanted more of his touch.

Sam then leaned, tongue lapping up your sweet juices as he sucked on your aching clit, the gentle suckling was sinful to your ears. He moaned at the taste of you, its vibrations against you making you whine at the contact. He curled his fingers inside you, easily finding your sweet spot upon seeing how you writhed under his touch.

With Sam’s tongue abusing your clit to no end and his digits mercilessly pumping in and out of you, the tension was all too much to handle that the knot that was in your stomach finally broke. “Go on, baby. Come for me, why don’t you.” He said, feeling how your walls were clamping up around him. The euphoria that followed made your legs tremble as you reached your high, shamelessly moaning Sam’s name mixed with profanities as he continued to finger you through your orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me” Was his words, rising up from his position. You watched as he licked up every last drop of your cum off his fingers, rolling off the bed to rid himself off from his own clothes, your mouth practically watering at the sight of his rock hard length that sprung out from the tight confinements of his boxers.

You were gonna reach out to feel him when he stopped you, “No, baby. Tonight, it’s all about you, remember?” he said, stroking his length a few times, thumb circling around his tip that was glistening with pre-cum as he got back on the bed, positioning himself on top of you. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Sam.” and upon hearing your answer, he eased into you. Both moaning at the longing of feeling each other intimately. No matter how many times the two of you would fuck, you still couldn’t get used to his size. He filled you up quite easily, his hips meeting yours as he filled you in deep.

Ever the gentleman, he waited for you to give the signal that you were ready and upon your nod, he started to move slowly, wanting to ease you into the pace.. Sam’s groans were music to your ear, “So fucking tight, angel.” He said, one of his hands reaching up to wrap around your neck, pressing against its sides lightly.

“F-faster, Sam. Please” You said and he complied, like your words were pressed a switch in him, he started to relentlessly slam into you, fucking you into the bed and into oblivion. His other hand was on the headboard, palm spread out to gain some support, the bed shaking violently as he continued.

“Let me hear those moans, angel. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Sam said, the hold around your neck tightening slightly, wanting to see you slowly gasp out for air as you let out those heavenly yet sinful sounds, “Who do you belong to, baby?”

“Y-You, Sam!” You answer, feeling your body writhe as another orgasm was already brewing at the pit of your stomach. “F-fuck, I-i’m yours!” You continued, eyes practically rolling to the back at the immense amount of pleasure you got from him drilling you into the mattress.

With those words that left your lips, he started to pound to you even rougher, not caring if the neighbouring apartments heard your cries of pleasure or the squeaking of the bed. You were his and it was his very intention to let everyone know that. “That’s right, doll. You belong to me.” he said, his eyes on your fucked out face. “Mine to fuck and mine to love.”

Feeling the knot in your stomach about to burst, your hands were gripping the bed sheets as you cried out in pleasure, “I’m gonna cum!” body unable to handle the amount of pleasure being handed to you as Sam continued to fuck you out, riding out your high until his own climax hit with one final slam, moaning as he filled you up with his own cum.

Pulling out slowly, Sam took the time to admire his own cum mixed with your drip down from your cunt, a feeling of satisfaction spread through his chest at the sight of you. He leaned in to kiss you once again, this time it was soft and just filled with love, hand running along your sides gently, “Such a good girl for me.” he whispered, pressing one last kiss before he stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

You attempted to follow him, but ultimately failed as your legs were shaking too much from your recent orgasm. You could hear Sam chuckle as he re-emerged from the other room, a wet washcloth in his hand as he approached you. “Let me take care of it, alright princess?” He said softly.

He then started to clean you up, making sure to whisper soft praises about how you took him so well and of how you were so good for him. The moment he was done, he mindlessly threw the cloth into the hamper, collapsing on the bed and took you in his arms, eager to cuddle you. Sam pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. You’re the only girl I’ll ever love.”

You hummed softly, making yourself comfortable in his arms, reaching up to steal a kiss from him, “I love you too, Sammy. I’ll always love you.”

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𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a “pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

“no, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think i’m in love with you too.”