Sanji being loved by the entire kitchen is sooooo cute đ„°
Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays :)
Please enjoy these chilly lilâ guys :)))
Happy spöök
Decided to draw Marko Last night, lowkey like this drawing style.
(Please ignore that his jacket is just squiggly lines)
i need stealth black sanji to fuck me bro
age difference - ukai keishin x reader
word count: 2,406
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The bell above the door dinged as you entered Sakanoshita Mart, your ears immediately being filled with the soft retail music that has always played in the store. Your nose twitched with the smell of cigarette smoke, an old familiarity to the scent that you had come to associate with a certain man. Said man was sitting behind the counter, feet pulled up and crossed on the desk before him, ruffling through what looked like a sports magazine, and the same old cigarette dangling lazily from his lips.Â
He briefly glanced up as the door chimed, before looking down at the magazine again. Seconds later his head shot up again, eyes wide this time, staring at you with his mouth dropping open, using a hand to pluck away the stick between his lips before it fell to the ground.
âHi.â You smiled, still standing just inside the door, suddenly feeling shy after seeing his reaction. You had told yourself over and over that you would be confident when you met him again, that you would finally answer his sarcastic quips instead of just giggling silently at them like you used to. You werenât the same as you were back in high school. And you needed to show him that.
Your little crush on Ukai Keishin was an age old story, starting from your third year in high school. You had been managing Kurasunoâs volleyball club when Takeda sensei brought Coach Ukai in, announcing that he would be taking the role his grandfather once held. You had sucked in a breath as you gazed at the man, taking in his casual orange hoodie and sweatpants, hair pulled back with a headband and the laziest little eye roll you had ever seen.Â
You were enamored.Â
That had been the start of your little schoolgirl crush, spending most of your time during practice staring at the man while he barked orders at the team. You had barely interacted that year, apart from volleyball related matters you needed answers to. You were unbelievably shy, and equally quiet. It had never bothered you, considering that you were surrounded by people who were larger than life and more than happy to take over the room. The year had been spent daydreaming about the Coach and taking in every little detail about him that you could.
That was three years ago.Â
Miyagi had not changed upon your return from college. It was no Tokyo, of course, where you had spent the last three years, the city that changed you as a person, but there was still that quiet charm to Miyagi that Tokyo just couldnât emulate, a deep understanding of nature that you had missed during college.
That, and Tokyo could never quite replicate the man who had periodically haunted your dreams since you graduated high school.
You thought of him every now and then, maybe once a week you would wonder what he was up to. You knew from old friends like Daichi that he was still coaching for Karasuno, and the thought made you happy. He had found purpose with your team and he had carried on that legacy.Â
You wondered if the new managers thought of him like you did in your day. You wouldnât be surprised.Â
You watched him now as he pulled his legs off the counter and sat up straight, watched as he traced his eyes down your figure. It made your breath hitch, and you tried not to smirk.
You hadnât just gained confidence in the last three years. Tokyo had been really good for your body too. And you knew what this sundress made you look like. There was a reason you had put it on today.
âHi.â Ukai finally breathed in reply, after what seemed like an eternity. You smiled and stepped closer to the counter, hands meeting the surface softly when you reached him. You watched him squash the cigarette into an ashtray and throw the magazine next to it carelessly, giving you his full attention.Â
âDidnât know you were back in Miyagi.â He began, smiling up at you as he leaned against his arms on the counter.Â
You shrugged. âThereâs no place like home.â
You immediately cringed at your reply. Ugh, so corny. This is not how you wanted things to go today. You were supposed to act sexy and alluring. To pull him in.Â
He chuckled a bit, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. His eyes never left you, only occasionally dipping down to look at your chest. You could tell he was trying to be subtle, but Ukai Keishin didnât have one subtle bone in his body. The thought made you laugh internally.Â
âHowâre you doing?â He asked.
âGood! Iâm good. You?âÂ
âGood.â
âOh, good.â
You visibly did flinch this time, and Keishin snickered before standing up. You blinked in surprise when he leaned over the counter, closer to you.
âWhy are you here, Y/N?âÂ
He had never called you by your first name before. You stared at him and how close he was. Merely ten inches or so away. And you couldnât find your voice to answer his question.
âWeâve never been close.â He continued. âIn fact, we barely spoke. You being here now, wearing,â a pause as his eyes skimmed over your figure, âthat. Thereâs a reason for it. Tell me.â
Your heart was beating a mile a minute, nearly shivering when his eyes lingered on your deep neckline. Your face felt hot.
âI think,â you breathed. âI think itâs pretty obvious. Donât you?â
He hummed before leaning back again, popping the little tension filled bubble you had created. You let out a breath, watching as he rounded the counter. You stayed rock still, ears perking up when you heard a little click, realizing it was the door being locked. Your nerves buzzed with excitement. Was this really happening?
You nearly jumped when his hand skimmed your side, fingers splaying out over the material of your dress. His breath brushed the shell of your ear, and your eyelids fluttered.
âI wonât do anything unless you say so.â
His voice was so low, so gruff, you bit your lip to keep from moaning. You could feel yourself getting wet at the proximity, wanting nothing more than to be closer to him. So you pushed back, your ass brushing his crotch. You sighed when you felt how hard he was, and the thought of it turned you on even more.
Keishin hissed at the contact, hands grabbing your hips tight to hold you in place.
âDonât make me repeat myself.â
Oh fuck. You flushed. You had missed that, truly. You had missed him being authoritative and imposing, ordering around a whole team to do as he wished.Â
âUkai-san. Please.â You felt your face burn. âWant you.â
âWant me where?â
You whined, making him chuckle before he finally let your bodies come in contact. His front pressed to your back firmly, until you felt every shift of his muscles. His hands that were previously on your hips began to wander, stopping just below your breasts. His hot breath skimmed over the skin of your neck until goosebumps arose, and you pushed back against him again, this time harder.
âYou naughty girl.â He breathed, teeth grazing over your skin before he bit down slightly. You leaned your head the other way to give him more access. âYou came here just for this, didnât you? You wanted to sleep with your old volleyball coach?â
At this point you were desperately grinding back on him, his lips mapping your neck like he was starved for you.Â
âI donât see you hesitating.â You replied, loving the push and pull of your bodies, loving how his hips chased after you when you pulled away from him even slightly.Â
âYou think I can resist this?â His hand traveled under the hem of your skirt, brushing your bare thigh. He traced the skin up, up, up until his fingers skimmed the edge of your panties. He dipped a fingertip into the fabric, feeling how soft you were, how warm you were. And wet. You were so wet for him.
âFuck.â He groaned, pushing your panties aside just enough to slide a finger through your slit. The pad grazed your clit and you moaned loud, eyes closing in relief.
âYou think I didnât notice how much you stared?â He continued. âI knew. Way back then, I knew. See, I thought it was just a little crush. But here you are, three years later, all grown up and spreading your legs for me. Dirty girl. Youâve been wanting me all this time?â
You cried out when he chose that moment to sink a finger inside you, up to the knuckle, curling it immediately to rub your walls. You squirmed in his hold, but he was strong, strong enough to hold you in place and maintain the pace he had set inside you at the same time.Â
âYouâre so tight, baby.â He grunted out, another finger joining the first one. âYou done this before?â
âIâm not a virgin!â You bit out, trying to keep your legs from shaking.Â
Keishin laughed at that. âSorry, sweets. Did I offend you?â
You wanted to say yes. Wanted to tell him you werenât some goody-two shoes that he probably always thought you were. You wanted him to know that you wanted this. That you craved it. That the thought of sleeping with someone so much older, someone who had been a (sort of) teacher to you, was such a turn on that it made you drip right down his fingers and across his palm.Â
The next second, all sensations left you. His fingers and his back disappeared, leaving you cold and empty. Your hands gripped the counter tightly as you watched him round it again, settling lazily into the chair and watching you with half-lidded eyes. You blinked at him in shock.
âYou want it bad, right?â He started. âCame all the way here for it. Well, come take it.âÂ
He leaned back, spreading his legs. Your eyes fell to the massive bulge in his pants as he lit another cigarette, taking a long drag from it.Â
You didnât have to be told twice.
You shakily stumbled to where he was, wasting no time in bunching up your dress and swinging a leg over him to straddle his hips. His smirk was sleazy and so sexy, fumbling with the strings on his sweats to pull them down just enough that his cock sprang out, hard as anything and drooling at the tip. You licked your lips.Â
You threw your head back and moaned in satisfaction when you finally sunk down on him, feeling him hit every spot right as he carved into you. He was bigger than any youâd ever had before. It felt heavenly, and as you watched him moan, eyes trained resolutely on you and cigarette still hanging from his lips, you felt like every dirty, wet dream you had ever had about the man was nothing compared to this.Â
You rolled your hips, testing the waters with him. His jaw ticked and you knew he was clenching his teeth, hand running over your bare thigh. You reached up to pull the straps of your dress down, lowering the neck until your breasts popped out.Â
âOh, Jesus.â Keishin breathed, hand immediately reaching for one and squeezing. You started bouncing on his cock in earnest, loving the drag of him against your walls, but unable to go as deep as you would like, as deep as you knew he could go, unable to scratch that itch deep in your core. You whined.
âUkai-san,â you bit your lip and gave him a pleading look. He stared at you for a few seconds before grinning, picking you up by the waist and pulling you off him. You stood on shaky legs, letting him manhandle you, turning you around and bending you over the counter, sliding back in immediately afterward like he couldnât stand to be out of you for even one more second.
You nearly choked as he set a brutal pace, hands immediately scrambling to find purchase, anything to hold on to as he pounded into you. You let out a long, broken moan when he reached deep, deep inside you, toes curling from the sheer satisfaction of it. God, this was leagues above the dirty fantasies you had cooked in your head. Bent over this counter with your coachâs dick inside you. And he was so good, taking only a few thrusts to figure out the perfect angle to make you scream and clench around him, vision bursting with stars at the sensations coursing through your body.Â
Fingers carded through your hair at the back of your head, pulling hard until you were arching off the counter and making contact with Keishinâs body, his other hand reaching up to pinch your nipple hard. You yelped.Â
âLook at you,â he moaned, voice lower than you had ever heard it before. âCanât stop screaming. Slut. Any of your college boys fuck you like this?â
You shook your head as much as his grip would allow, clenching harder around him at his words. You were being entirely honest. In your limited sexual experience, no one had come close to making you feel like this. Whether it was the raw anticipation of it, or if Keishin was really that good, you were already nearing your end. And it had barely been two minutes since he started.
He chuckled, sinking his teeth into your neck. Your eyes rolled up at the feeling. The knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter.Â
âYou needed me to make you feel good, huh?â He groaned into your neck. âLittle princess wasnât satisfied. Needed a man to show you how good a cock can feel.â
You screamed as your muscles seized and the knot snapped, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Keishin fucked you through it, cock driving into you at an unforgiving pace. Your breaths were broken and struggling, trying not to completely fall apart as your vision clouded with tears.
Keishin pulled out of you abruptly, turning you around and setting you on the counter. One look at your flushed, sweaty face had him humming in approval, hooking his hands under your knees to pull your legs apart.
âIâm not done with you yet.â
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âthis is killing me.â kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. âjust trust me bro,â his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. âthis works everytime for me i swear!â
kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie heâd taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. âmaybe itâs too cringeâŠâ he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. ânah.â bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. âyou look sexy.â kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. â⊠thanks bro.â
this isnât something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. heâd seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than heâd like to admit.
âi feel like a modern jay gatsby,â the ex volleyball captain huffed. âmy selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties heâd throw in hopes to get daisyâs attention except i donât want to post every night, iâve already made myself cringe with this one post.â bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. âyeah⊠whatever that means.â kuroo frowned back âitâs a classic, you should know what i mean!â
how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far heâd felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasnât enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.
what were you doing? why werenât you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?
these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadnât for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least heâd know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.
âthis is stupid.â he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someoneâs attention. âit works you just have to wait, trust me.â
kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who werenât you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. âlook!â his best friend grinned as he leaned over kurooâs shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. âyouâre getting likes on it!â
âwhatâs the point if theyâre not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.â kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldnât believe heâd been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.
it had been about forty five minutes since heâd posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didnât give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why werenât you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?
âthis is stupid.â he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with âlooksmaxingâ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. âno, itâs barely been up!â bokuto whined. âyou look hot so you should get some replies anyway whatâs the big deal?â
pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. âthe big deal is the person i posted this for hasnât replied!â what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasnât going to at least make his existence more known to you? heâd even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldnât.
the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. âyes they did!â he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.
kurooâs heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture heâd made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?
psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasnât an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.
bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and heâd regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait heâd so carefully laid. this is what heâd been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards heâd sown.
clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokutoâs grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.
âthe label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut itâ
âa wins a win.â bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. â⊠a wins a winâŠâ
They're just silly serial killer boys. I just got a new program and I love it a lot. I can make really awesome brushes. I had to draw each boy in a separate file and add them in afterwards.i have those files which I might share later.
Nothing. And I mean NOTHING. Can ever out hot the carousel scene from The Lost Boys
jason todd x reader
aka not a moment of privacy
warnings: mild sexual activities, more people than jason would ever want in your apartment during those times
The second Jasonâs through the door his arms are out, seeking to pull you into him. You let him engulf you in his arms without thought, this being the first time youâve seen him all day.
âMissed you,â He mumbles into your shoulder.
You hum and rake your fingers through his hair. âI know. Missed you too.â
He pulls back to look at you and holds your neck gingerly in his hands. âYouâre good?â
âYeah, Iâm good.â You nod and kiss his collarbone softly, wrapping your hands around his forearms. He gives your forehead a kiss and walks you backwards to the couch, leaning down over you until you have to sit.
He follows you down and kisses your lips and guides you backwards to lay. He drapes himself over you, inserting himself between your legs. He refocuses his attention to your neck, and sucks at a very particular spot below your jaw that you know he targeted on purpose.
âOkay, thatâs not fair.â You breathe out, halfway to a sigh.
âNo? How âbout this?â
He nips at you, startling you to a near moan. Your reaction only encourages him, as he holds your jaw and tilts your head to the side for more access.
He slips his hand under your shirt, grazing the skin underneath. He leaves open kisses all across your collarbone, trailing them down your stomach once he has your top off and strewn half away across the room.
You stop him, pulling him back up to you for a kiss. He furrows his brows at first, only understanding when you start to pry at his shirt too. He removes it for you, tossing it with startling accuracy right by yours.
He resumes kissing down your body, hands trailing down your sides along with him. He peppers kisses on your thighs and hooks his fingers into the seam of your underwear, readying to remove them.
Itâs almost astonishing how silently he'd managed to open the window only to stumble and flail his way to the floor.
The sudden clatter scares the hell out of both you and Jason, who jumps to a stand immediately.
âTim!â
âEvening. Dâyou guys still have anyâoh.â Tim finally regains his coordination and stands up to see you sprawled out on the couch, bra and underwear your only cover.
His eyes go to the floor real quick and Jason lets out an exasperated sigh, looking around for something nearby to cover you up with.
ââyou know, wait up means wait up!â
Oh good, Dickâs here too.
You sit up quickly and try to cover yourself with your arms, though thereâs not much of a difference you can really make.
Dick ducks in from the fire escape and lands significantly more gracefully than his counterpart had.
It takes him no time at all to assess the room and see you, knees to chest on the couch, trying very hard to appear as though youâre not half naked. Takes him even less time to see Jason, standing in front of you, fuming.
âOh. OopsâŠâ
Jason chucks the tv remote at Dick and uses the distraction to pull you up from the couch, pushing you behind him. His massive frame is more than enough to cover what his brothers have no business seeing.
âGet the fuckââ
And just for good measure, Damian jumps down next and crouches in the window.
âJesus Christ,â your boyfriend mutters, hands covering his face in exasperation.
Damian takes one glance at the room and grimacesâTimâs eyes are glued to the floor, Dickâs acting as though thereâs something very interesting on the ceiling, and Jasonâs shirtless. He canât quite see you behind Jason, though he doesnât need to in order to guess what heâd just walked in on.
âUgh, seriously Todd? Thatâs disgusting.â
You let your forehead hit Jasonâs back, thoroughly embarrassed. He reaches back to caress your waist, and you know somewhere in that action thereâs a reassurance that heâs going to get them out as soon as humanly possible.
âYeah, seriously. This is our apartment, demon brat. Get out.â
âMaybe we should come back laterâŠâ Dick suggests, more awkward than in his usual character.
Jason glares up at the heavens. âOr never.â
âAt least keep it in the bedroom, you animals.â Damian chastises.
Jason suddenly wishes he hadnât thrown the remote so soon. âOur apartment.â
He looks back at you without moving the shield of his body, eyes apologetic. You meet gaze and turn your head to rest your cheek on him instead, your own hidden meaning of reassurance. Itâs fine.
You canât see them but you hear a shuffle and hope to god itâs not another vigilante.
You place a hand on Jasonâs lower back and peer around his shoulder, seeing Tim turned back around towards the window and trying desperately to get Damian to move out of the wayâDamian, seemingly having no regard for Timâs urgency.
Youâre not quite sure if itâs over discomfort or embarrassment in seeing you so undressed, or if itâs because his self-preservation kicked in when he saw the look on Jasonâs face. Maybe both. Probably both.
Both.
âWill you stop?â Damian slaps his hand away. âWe came here for a reason.â He looks past Tim at you, âDo you haveââ
âNo.â Jason cuts in, growing visibly more agitated.
Damianâs face contorts as he looks back up to Jason, âWhat is yourââ
Now Dick cuts in, âOkay, thatâs fine, weâll just ask the old man.â
âGreat.â
Dick pauses. âOn the couch though, Jaybird?â
Jason takes a deep breath.
âAlright, ten seconds, then I get the gun taped under the table.â
Thatâs warning enough for Damianâheâs called that bluff once before and learned the hard way.
Tim doesnât even take a second glance before hauling it out of your apartment, his cape getting caught on the window frame briefly before he scrambles away.
Dick calls out an apology to you before trailing out the window after him.
Jason lets out a heavy exhale and turns to you, hands gliding naturally to your waist.
âFuck, Iâm sorry.â
You shake your head. âDonât need to be.â
He gives a low hum and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down with him as he crashes down onto the sofa.
âShould I feel bad about almost railing you into the couch?â
âI wouldnât waste any tears over it. Not like it wouldâve been the first time we did it.â
He laughs and tugs you further into his chest. You curl into him and close your eyes, thinking.
âJay?â
âHm?â
âHow did Tim survive as Robin?â
âIâve been asking that question for years.â
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Omgg you write based on ur fic right? If so could u do the club boys x a reader in their club that does school cheer and allstar? Like going to her comps or games, seeing her uniform, and watching her become like a totally different person from her normally shy self?đ I think it would be cute!! Love love loveee ur fic keep up the good workđœ
THIS IS SO FIREđ„đ„đ„đ„ YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE GENIUS FOR THIS REQUEST!!!!
OH. MY. GOD????
Okay, you CANNOT be the same girl who joined their club cause what???
Now, they were wondering why you havenât been coming to the club meets on Fridays hardly and on this particular day, they were gonna give you some shit for it. Bill specifically because heâs the âleaderâ so of course heâs gonna ask why you havenât been showing up.
So, the four of them waited on your front porch for a good hourâŠthey were VERY impatient but they wanted to catch you at the right moment to pester you about where you have been going, completely unaware that nearly every Friday their school had a football, basketball, or even a soccer game to host. This is what they get for not sticking around and not caring about what events are happening but it still doesnât excuse you being missing!
After an hour of them sitting there on your porch, they saw car lights pulling up in your driveway and they perked up. They were going to confront you ONCE and for ALLâletâs hope you donât possibly be kicked from the club due to your shutout attendance.
⊠âWHAT THE FUCK?â -Bill, whoâs standing there with his mouth agape as he stared at you. The other three had the exact same expression as they watched youâwho was also looking like a deer in headlights as you held your cheer bag tightly.
It was just some silent staring that the five of you were doing until your mom broke it with asking you if you told the boys that you got into Cheerleading now. You hadnât told them.
Were they mad? Nah. Were they still upset about you not telling them? Yes. But did you look hot in that cheer uniform? Hell yeah. Sooooo what could they say?
They were confused. They didnât understand why or how you found yourself involving in such a competitive and social sport like Cheerleading. It went out of your character gradually so it was a surprise for them.
They were cool with itâcause I mean youâre still their crush- I mean friend, right? The only thing thatâs an issue is how are you supposed to tend club meetings now? Even worse, will you be able to hang out with them as much as you did before getting into Cheerleading? It was a wreck because they NEEDED to see you. They HAD to see you. It was like a drug for them that they never did wish to have a hangover from. Crazy comparison, but itâs the genuine truth, the whole truth!
âWhy not just go see her games or competitions?â -Jerry.
Oh. Oh Jerry. You dumb FUCK. Why would they drop everything to go see the girl of their dreams, do some backflips and cartwheels alongside her clown ass teammates, look at sweaty jocks, and their school lose this seasons game? Are we deadass?
Yes. Yes we are deadass. Cause guess what? The next game, they sat on those bleachers and cheered you on like no other. Even if yâallâs school did lose, they cheered like batshit crazy. They received so many weird ass stares from people beside them while they stuffed theirselves full with snacks from the concessions. It was a whole THING with them.
Would yall believe me if I told you Jerry let out the girliest scream when he saw you do a backflip while one of your cheer buddies were holding you up. Luckily, you landed on the other girlâs hand, ultimately ending up okay in the end but that was scary!
Donât invite them to your cheer comps. Dont do it.
Cause one time, your team didnât win the competitionâit was the hardest one yet and you all worked very hard on it. The judges were pretty biased and what notâit was very obvious that they were and it got under your skin. So that sensitivity inside of you boiled over as you cried because thatâs so frustrating. Your teammates were trying to comfort you and all of this other stuff but it will NEVER beat how bad the boys acted.
They cussed the judges out and everything cause are we FOR REAL? How did you not AT LEAST get third place? The shit is rigged! It ended up in them getting escorted out while you followed after them. Did they get the spot you deserved? No. But was it sweetly chaotic about what they did? Yes.
They saw that you have came out of your bubble SO MUCH and it genuinely makes them proud because they never saw that side of you. It really showed that you changedâand not in a bad way either. The five of you still hang out a lot, they see you every Friday for games, they cheer you on. The list grows!
It makes them even more happy when you tell them that they were one of the main reasons why you started to open up.
They love you so fucking much, girlđđđ
What have I stumbled upon?!?! It fits them all so well đ
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