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chronic-claire-universe · 3 years

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HI CLAIRE!!! I AM COMING BACK AGAIN TO JOIN THE MATCH UP 😩 I hope you don't mind!

CONGRATS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL CLAIRE!!! I hope Ran always come to your dreams every single night 😌💖 We should discussing our fantasy about him again soon 😌

And here is me! (I edited this so I can give you a complete description about me)

I'm 8w9 INTP sp/sx sun: Leo moon: gemini, my height is 153cm and I have a petite body. Mentally ill? Yes, I am bipolar and having anorexia (more like relapsing again after surgery). When I am at my manic episode, I almost kill my family at the car-crash because I got too irritated that I pulled my sister's hair while she was driving—luckily she's a good driver or I am gonna be in jail rn 😩 When I was a kid, I used to get into some fights with boys (I won ofc) but since my father died, I tried not to get into fight ( I don't want to deal with my mother's dramatic and victim-mentality ass ) and I (gladly) never fight again after that 😌 That's why I really good at sport ( as a female I always got the highest point—even when compared to the male, I still on the top 5 on sport ) I really good on art ngl that's the reason I am at uni rn because I got scholarship (I won several art competition)! Also, I did english debate competition back then, but we were this 🤏 close to get into semi-final but bruh we defeated by 0.20 point! 🥲 I can do all those things by self-taught!

When I feel sad or miserable, I punish myself by starving myself lmao. Or I will usually get quiet and cut people around me.

My social skills? Fine I think. I weirdly get along with a lot of people (everyone kinda knows me) but I never talk to them first. Even though I have a lot of friends, I only have one close friend ( tragic right:") )

My personality is rude—blunt in the rude way(?), I do whatever I want to because I seek freedom of expression, LOVE debating about certain issues, and surprisingly I'm quite a wise person. But, I have no jam. Right, I couldn't make any jokes since I usually use the wrong tone in my voice :( I prefer to keep my joke inside my imagination or write it down somewhere. I always try to dominate my man, but I want my man to dominate me too ( do you get what I mean here? 😭 ) I love to be alone too. I HATE loud voices, reptiles, and crowds. I'm not the type of person who easily shows my love to anyone. I think because I have a really high pride *sigh. I felt like my kin actually is Rindou Haitani. But when I took the quiz I got Kazutora, Getou, Mori, Eren, and Dio Brando (that's the funny one)

I'm working as a graphic designer. Which somehow makes me currently don't have any interest. But I love listening to music (pop-rock and r&b ) . I love watching wwe/mma and hate romance anime/movies.

I'd like JJK and Haikyuu match up, please🥺 NSFW and I want male!

—Sorry for long ask :(

Hey my sweet plum, I read your request thousand times, let me say that I got worried and a bit sad hearing what you had to face in your life. I hope your mental health, despite your bipolarism, it isn't too messed up, lot of genius such as Michelangelo suffered bipolar disorder and see what he was capable to create! Ran woke me up this weekend, he wanted company 😁

Anyway, here your escort for my birthday party:

Jujutsu Kaisen - Megumi Fushiguro

Babe it was him or Nanamin, I opted that Megumi could be better since he has more patience than Nanami for your bratty attitude.

Megumi has the sharp mind to get through your facade, to understand your struggles and cope without problems with your rythm.

When you're manic episodes appear, he knows how to support every idea you get, even the strangest one. The first times he was worried to see you this active and in the mood to do things but now he got used to it.

Talking about these episodes, he enjoys when you're in the mood to debate with him or others.

He often suggest to watch some educative documentaries or biopic movies especially the ones that involves human rights. You get in a fiery mood when you watch it and try to explain why the things that the characthers had to endure are atrocious and illegally and how we should fight to eradicate them from the society.

Going to the other facade of the your personality, the depressive episodes are quite difficult to handle, you stay a lot in bed, you don't want to do anything.

He always brings you a cup of tea and cuddles you for hour, sometimes he gives you a paper to let you draw.

He hates when he needs to get you up for work, he knows you struggle and sometimes even cry but in the end when you get a grip you feel a little bit better.

In these cases, he brings you out for a jog or just a walk with his divine dogs or the little bunnies ready to pet.

Overall Megumi has a lot of patience with you but he's repaid when he sees the portrait and the things you cook for him, the struggle worths the prize in the end!

Haikyuu - Daichi Sawamura

I decided you definitely need a calm but strict man in your life and Daichi is perfect for this!

In Haikyuu universe you definitely play in the female team and you met Daichi during a combined training! You're a middle blocker in your team and you can't get me think otherwise!

You are strong and Daichi is astonished to see this, but when Nekoma came for the second time in Miyagi and Kuroo got on you, to give you some advices for a better tecnique, that's where Daichi got really jealous! He saw you for first and he definitely doesn't want, that roosterhead to hit on you!

"Marv go out with me!" it wasn't a question, it was a statement "I guess asking isn't in your knowledge, but Daichi there are proper times when to ask me out. Not when I'm sweaty and in a middle of a training!" you say with sharp eyes, Kuroo laughed at your bluntness and went away, but Daichi reply "Yep, sorry I got carried away and I felt to say it know" you smirk and say "Jelous are we? Ne Daichi don't blush!".

Your relationship is pretty natural, your dates consist in training and homemade dinner

You're pretty active and energetic in Daichi's mind, that's why when you went in one of your depressive episodes he got really worried.

As Megumi he took a lot of care of you, but the difference is that he prefers that you recover from yourself, also, if you have a therapy it's really difficult for you to take it in these moments and he obliges you to eat something and help you bring down the pill.

Normally you would hate these moments, but Daichi knows really well how to handle them, comfort foods such as pizza, tacos, ice cream, sushi are there for you to help you improve your mood and somehow it helps.

When you get a bit better, you can't go out training but you definitely draw or play sports with the Wii at home, this is definitely quality time for him.

Overall it could sound strange but Daichi doesn't hate these episodes, because he can see that you can do chores or just have fun, and this is definitely a proof of strenght for him!

He definitely loves Marv the warrior girl!

I finished! Babe hope this wasn't too sad for you, but I figured out that seeing you needed fluff and comfort, thanks for opening up and join the event, if you want to help me with a little gift here this is my Ko-Fi!

#claire milestone #claire birthday event #haikyuu!!#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyu x reader #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro x reader #daichi sawamura #daichi x reader

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aethersea · 3 years

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May I request 41 - First Kiss and 94 - Hair Brushing/Braiding for the Leverage OT3, please? (Also extra bonus points if you give Eliot beads in his hair like in The Ice Man Job, because we didn't get NEARLY enough of that in the show) Thank you!

I cannot believe I wrote this whole thing out and then never published it. I’m so sorry, it’s been at least twenty-four years since you sent in this ask, please accept my humble apologies and also this ficlet.

However, this prompt is just pure fluff, and I hate to tell you this but I am not a fluff writer. I just can’t pull off that unadulterated sweetness. I am in this fandom for the shenanigans, first, last and foremost! So this fic is now a 5+1 of Eliot and Parker trying to seduce Hardison.

1. Parker thinks they need to give him gifts, so she goes through her stash and picks out the largest, fanciest jewel she’s ever stolen. Then she realizes: Hardison likes stories. He spends hours giving their aliases histories and pets and allergies and favorite foods, he can get a whole sordid history of jealousy and betrayal from a single corporate email chain, and Parker knows for a cold fact that he writes little stories with his online friends about being wizards together.

She goes through her stash again and picks out the most cursed thing she’s ever stolen.

It’s a jeweled statuette, almost as tall as her forearm, made of gold and studded with precious and semi-precious stones. Mysterious deaths have befallen five separate owners of this thing. Its base is dented from the time it was used to bludgeon Owner Number Three to death. The tiny rubies it has for eyes follow you across the room.

Parker puts a bow on it and leaves it in Hardison’s room while he’s sleeping. He wakes up to this horrible little statue watching him from his bedside table.

He texts the group chat, Hey did anyone put an evil little gold guy in my bedroom last night? But Parker chickens out and says nothing (drunkenly betting Eliot that she can seduce Hardison is one thing, but admitting that she likes him is something else altogether). Everyone else texts back variations on “nope.” (Except Sophie, who just sends back a string of heart eyes emojis and a wikipedia link. She loves cursed artifacts.) So Hardison puts the statue away in a closet somewhere and figures he’ll deal with it later.

Parker is mildly offended that he put her gift in a closet. She goes into his room the next night and puts it back on the bedside table, where it clearly belongs.

This goes on for a week. Hardison puts the statue in a desk drawer, then in one of the cabinets in the office downstairs, then in the dumpster down the street. Every day he wakes up to those glittering red eyes watching him sleep. He’s asked his internet buddies if anyone knows a good exorcist. Hardison doesn’t really believe in curses, but also? What the fuck. What the fuck.

2. Eliot assumes the drunken bet will be forgotten by morning. What kind of world would it be if people always followed through on promises they made while they could barely stay vertical? So he spends the morning nursing his hangover and cleaning his knives. Cleaning guns is no good while hungover—all the snaps and clicks of popping things in and out of place sound like actual gunfire when you’re hungover, it’s a nightmare—but knives are quiet and have no moving parts. Buffing and polishing them is soothingly repetitive work, and every once in a while he can throw one at one of the dartboards on the walls and reassure himself that his reflexes are still sound even after that much tequila.

It’s only when he gets Hardison’s text about the golden statuette that magically appeared in his room overnight that Eliot realizes Parker’s actually going for it. After some internal debate about whether he’s going to stoop to this or not, Eliot decides what the hell and starts making plans.

Eliot agrees that gifts are the way to go, but not stolen gifts. Not things. Anyone can give a thing. Proper wooing is about giving experiences.

Eliot plans for three days. On the fourth day, he and Hardison have their irregularly scheduled monthly coffee date, and Eliot texts him beforehand to say he wants to do it at the brewpub this time. Hardison arrives to find a deceptively simple meal: basic country fare perfected through years of experimentation, made with the best ingredients Eliot can get his hands on. And Eliot, after all, is still a retrieval specialist. There’s very little in the world he can’t get his hands on.

And yet the night ends and somehow he has not gotten his hands on Hardison.

This is just not right. Eliot knows how to deploy a smolder, okay, Tangled reference aside he is damn good at flirting and he knows the looks he’s giving Hardison are clear as day. It’d be one thing if Hardison had turned him down, or if he’d been uneasily unwilling, or even if his eyes had widened slightly in suppressed panic and he’d abruptly found a reason to leave. Eliot can take rejection, bet or no, and he’d have bowed out graciously without a fuss. But this was much, much worse.

Hardison didn’t even notice he was flirting.

He’s going to have to up his game.

3. “How do you seduce people?” Parker asks bluntly, turning up at Sophie’s door just past midnight.

Sophie, despite the hour, is utterly delighted by the question.

This goes as well as you would expect.

4. Eliot’s taken a lot of dates to sports games. Hardison may prefer sparkly elves with purple lightning magic to a decent MMA fight, but baseball is the American pastime. Eliot gets them perfect seats, hot dogs from the best vendor in the stadium, even chilled beer that he smuggles in without letting it get warm. It’s going to be a perfect game.

And it is. At first. Hardison, it turns out, has a lot of opinions about baseball. What he does not have is an understanding of the rules. They’re not even into the second inning by the time Eliot finally snaps and starts arguing with him about it.

They make it all the way to the fifth inning before Eliot realizes that Hardison’s basing his complaints off the rules of a game from a Star Wars novel.

They’re at the bottom of the eighth before Eliot will speak to him again.

5. Eliot and Parker are drunk again. This is not intentional. They didn’t even mean to come to this bar, but the smoothie place with the fried oreos that Eliot had brought Parker here to try was playing such incredibly bad music that they’d ordered the oreos to go and fled. The bar was just the coziest looking place on the block, and of course they’d ordered drinks to avoid being rude––Eliot had entertained himself for a few minutes scouring the menu for something that would pair well with fried oreos and popcorn chicken.

And now they’re drunk. The conversation has, perhaps inevitably, turned to the ongoing bet.

“I tried everything!” Parker wails. “I laughed at every joke, I touched my hair constantly, I got him talking about things he likes.” She thunks her forehead on the bar. “All that happened is now I know the complete history of orcs in western literature.”

“Hardison wouldn’t know flirting if it pinched him on the ass,” Eliot grumbles.

Parker slaps his arm. “No pinching Hardison!”

“I’m not going to—I don’t pinch people!”

Parker’s ignoring him. Eliot pouts and takes another sip of his drink. He’s not entirely sure what this one is––it’s blue and kind of fizzy, that’s all he can say for sure. Parker took over the drinks menu several glasses ago, and she’s been picking them based on what has the most fun name to say. Eliot’s pretty sure the alcohol content’s been doubling with each order.

“Eliot,” Parker slurs, “we need to work together.”

“What?”

Parker lifts her head from the bar and frowns at him, the way she does when she’s figured out the obvious solution and is just waiting for everyone else to get on the same page. It’s adorable. It’s always adorable, but right now her eyes are wide and slightly unfocused from the alcohol and she’s listing sideways a little, almost as if she’s unbalanced, and it is the most adorable thing Eliot has ever seen. Parker’s never unbalanced, but some part of Eliot’s fuzzy brain thinks she’s about to fall on top of him and cannot wait to catch her.

“You can’t seduce Hardison,” Parker points out. Eliot is drunk enough to get offended by this, but too drunk to get out a complaint before she continues, “I can’t seduce Hardison. But if we work together, the two of us can definitely seduce Hardison. Together.”

Eliot stares at her. Then he takes another sip of his fizzy blue drink. Later, when questioned, he will blame his next words on that drink.

“Worth a shot.”

They take Hardison to a movie. They research for three weeks beforehand. They find the best movie theater in town, with the nicest seats, the biggest screens, and concession snacks that Hardison likes, and they buy tickets for the midnight premiere of the superhero movie that Hardison hasn’t shut up about for the past month. Parker even hacks into the theater’s computers in a last-minute fit of nerves and cross-references the credit cards with drivers’ licenses to make sure the people sitting in front of them won’t be too tall.

Parker witnesses a kidnapping in the parking lot while the boys are getting popcorn. They don’t even stay long enough to catch the commercials.

+ 1. “Hey Eliot,” Hardison says during movie night, a little over a week later. “Remember the Ice Man Job?”

Eliot groans. “I try not to.”

Hardison throws a piece of popcorn at his face. “Shut up. Remember how you did your hair for that one? With the little—those little beads on, like, a braid?”

Eliot shoots Hardison a suspicious glance. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Teach me how to do that.”

Eliot shoots Hardison another, more deliberate look, this one pointedly directed at Hardison’s complete lack of braidable locks.

Hardison rolls his eyes as if that’s a silly detail to get hung up on and leans forward to dig around in one of the boxes he has under his coffee table. He emerges with a ziplock bag of plastic beads in no time flat and hands it triumphantly to Eliot. Then he yanks a few cushions out from behind Parker, who’s sitting on his other side, and puts them on the floor in front of him. “Sit here?” he asks Parker, patting the cushion pile.

Parker takes a moment to consider being offended at having her cushions stolen, but curiosity gets the better of her and she just plops down between Hardison’s legs, grabbing the bowl of popcorn as she goes, and waits.

Hardison lifts her hair with sudden gentleness, drawing it over her shoulders and letting it fall down her back in a golden wave. His fingers brush against her neck. Parker shivers. Eliot is distantly aware that he’s gone perfectly still, focused with a hunter’s intensity on Hardison’s dark, graceful fingers carding through Parker’s hair.

Hardison leans back, hands on his knees, and Eliot breathes again. “Well?” Hardison looks over at Eliot, a tiny smirk of challenge on his lips. “Show me how it’s done.”

Eliot is suddenly, brutally aware of how close they are. Hardison’s couch is obscenely comfortable, which is half the reason movie nights are at Hardison’s in the first place, but it is not large. Their thighs are touching. Hardison leans away, to give Eliot access to Parker’s hair, and he’s still so close that Eliot would barely have to reach out a hand to—

Eliot ruthlessly shoves that thought down into the dark where it belongs. He dealt with this, he dealt with this years ago, and accepting Parker’s stupid bet doesn’t mean he’s forgotten the way Hardison and Parker look at each other. It just means he doesn’t mind losing for a good cause.

So he keeps his tone steady and his fingers brisk as he shows Hardison how to braid the clunky plastic beads into Parker’s hair, and if he flushes with heat when their hands brush each other, well, nobody has to know. He’s been trained to withstand eight different schools of torture. It won’t show on his face. His voice never once falters.

Parker has had no such training. Her lips have parted, and her breathing is shallow. She’s staring glassy-eyed at the TV. Hardison can’t see her face, sitting behind her, but Eliot watches her carefully, worried that they need to call this off. Parker’s not used to intimacy, to closeness that means something, and for all the three of them have spent half their movie nights literally on top of each other, this is something else. This has weight.

Eliot puts a hand on her shoulder, pressing down just enough that Parker startles and cants a glance over at him. Eliot raises his eyebrows in question, and Parker glares back: don’t you fucking dare. Eliot backs off. Hardison, frowning in concentration as he threads a wisp of Parker’s hair through a green bead, graciously pretends he didn’t see the exchange.

Hardison gets the hang of the beading fairly quickly, and Eliot shows him a few different techniques. He’s almost managed to convince himself that nothing is actually happening when Hardison says, conversationally, “You two are really bad at this.”

Eliot glowers his confusion. “At movie night? You started this, if you wanted to actually watch Alien then you shouldn’t have—”

Hardison’s smile is soft, but Eliot decides for his own safety to focus on the laughter at its edge. “No, at this.” And then he slides his hand onto Parker’s neck, caresses her cheek, and isn’t the slightest bit surprised when she gasps.

Parker whips around, and there’s hurt on her face but it dies in the glow of Hardison’s gentle, unteasing smile. Hardison pulls her up with the lightest of touches, and she goes, eyes fixed on his like salvation.

They kiss sweet and slow, and Eliot’s heart twists in his chest and he can’t breathe. He needs to leave now before he shatters in half, but if he moves then they will look at him, and he would rather never breathe again than meet their eyes right now.

Hardison breaks off the kiss, gazing at Parker with something just this side of wonder, and then he does look at Eliot. Eliot flinches. He opens his mouth to…say something, make some joke or hasty excuse and scramble out the door, but Hardison raises a hand to Eliot’s face, slides his long fingers to cup Eliot’s neck, and pulls him forward, as gently as he did Parker.

It’s a chaste kiss, no more than a soft press of lips, because Eliot is too stunned to respond and Hardison doesn’t push. It lasts a long time. A whole era of change happens in the span of that kiss, as everything Eliot thought he knew tears out of place and then settles, gingerly, into a new understanding.

Hardison pulls away, his hand still warm on the back of Eliot’s neck. His smile is pure sunshine. Eliot finds himself smiling back, helpless.

Hardison’s grin turns smug. “And that,” he says, looking between Eliot and Parker, “is how you do it. Y’all are disasters, honestly, I can’t believe two master criminals working together couldn’t manage a single real date—”

Eliot heaves a deep sigh and drags Hardison into a headlock, pinning his arms when he flails. Parker surges to her knees and starts tickling him mercilessly.

They don’t finish the movie.

#finx writes #I didn't quite get Eliot's hair in there but I hope this works anyway #leverage #leverage fic #leverage ot3

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after-avenging-hours · 4 years

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Virtue & Valor [1]: Steve x Reader

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You and your husband have the perfect life. Jobs that you love, a happy marriage, an amazing sex life… You couldn’t ask for anything more. But when something unexpected shows up on your front doorstep that completely turns your world upside down, can your relationship survive the fallout? Or will you have to let your feelings go in favor of the greater good? Letting go of the past can be difficult, especially when the future looks so bleak, but maybe you can figure out how to move forward together. You may just make it out to see the other side.

Word Count: 4913

Warnings: this part contains smut at the end, 18+ content, mostly a lot of fluff

A/N: Val is getting used as a nickname for the Reader’s character. This will be explained a little later.

You wake up in the morning to the brush of lips against your shoulder. This is then followed by the feeling of a pair of strong arms tightening around your waist. “Good morning, Mrs. Rogers.”

You groan in protest, trying to bury your face into the pillow. “You’re lying, it’s not morning yet…”

His chuckle is deep, still filled with a hint of slumber. “I’m afraid it is.”

Blearily opening your eyes, it takes a second to adjust. The numbers on your alarm clock blur together into one green lump until you blink a few times, 6:05. “Wow, you let me sleep in a whole five minutes,” you comment, tilting your head to look back over your shoulder.

A pair of bright blue eyes shine back in amusement. “Well, I did keep you up late last night.”

A lazy smile tilts your lips upward. “Yes, you did. And on a school night, how dare you?”

“What can I say? My wife is irresistible,” he responds.

“What a coincidence. So is my husband.” You shift your body around to face him, leaning on your side as you reach up to pull his mouth down to yours. He moans against your mouth, one of his hands slipping underneath your tank top to slide up your back. Steve pulls you on top of him as he falls back against the pillows. Your hands roam across his bare chest as you straddle his waist. You can feel his half-hardened length brush against your core, separated by the thin material of your panties and his boxers. Grinding your hips down, Steve groans against your mouth.

His large hands grip your hips as he pulls out of the kiss. “We should stop. Or else we’ll be late. Not all of us have a free period first thing in the morning.”

You give him a coy look, running your tongue over your bottom lip, where you can still taste him. “You started it.”

He gives you a warning look. “You kissed me first.”

“I wouldn’t have if that mouth of yours didn’t look so delicious.”

Said lips twitch as he tries to fight off a smile. “Are you telling me that you only married me for my mouth?”

You release a laugh, smiling brightly, “That… among other things… Your butt is pretty high up there too.” You yelp in laughter when he suddenly flips you onto your back, taking a dominant position over you.

“I didn’t realize my wife was so superficial.”

Your arms loosely hook around his neck. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

He hums giving you another amused look. His head bends down and you tilt yours up expecting another kiss, however at the last second, he diverts and presses his lips to your cheek. “Nice try, sweetheart. But it’s time to get up.” He pulls your arms off and pushes himself up.

You groan in protest, rolling onto your stomach and burying your face into your pillow. “Do I have to?”

“Unless you want to drive yourself.”

Grumbling under your breath, you push yourself up onto your hands and knees. Sinking your hips back, you drop your shoulders and extend your arms in a stretch. A strained moan slips passed your lips as you work the kinks out of your fatigued muscles.

“Val…” Steve calls in a warning tone again.

“Yeah?” you respond, moving back up onto your hands and knees and curling your back to stretch your spine.

“Knock it off.”

“Knock what off?” you ask innocently.

He sighs and shakes his head. “Never mind, I’m just gonna go start the coffee.”

You can’t stop the small giggle that slips out after he’s left the room. Pushing yourself off the bed, you stretch your arms up and arch your back once more, before following Steve out and into the kitchen. He’s already standing at the coffee maker, scooping the grains into the top. You step up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and place a soft kiss in between his shoulder blades.

“Is it possible to fall asleep standing up?” you ask, resting your cheek on his back and close your eyes.

He chuckles, twisting around to throw his arm over your shoulders and brings your body over to his front. He places a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’m sure you could figure it out. Which is why I can’t let you.” His hands fall to your hips, so he can lift you up and onto the counter. He settles himself between your legs, looking at you with a hooded gaze. “Have I told you how much I love you this morning?”

You hum, running your hands up his arms to loosely wrap around his neck. “No, not yet.”

He bends his head down, brushing his nose slightly against yours. His mouth tilts in a crooked smile. “Well, I love you.”

You smile back, tilting your face up to his. “Oh yeah, how much?”

His lips brush ever so slightly against yours. “I’m thinking that I should probably just show you.” He slants his mouth over yours, pulling you into a kiss. Your arms tighten around his neck, arching your body up into his. You moan into the kiss, hands running through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What happened to not being late?” you mumble against his mouth.

You can feel his lips stretch into a smile. “Coffee’s brewing, we can afford a few minutes of distraction.”

You hum, “We could do a lot in a few minutes.”

He nips playfully at your lower lip. “We could... But you know how much I enjoy giving it to you long and slow.”

You release a small whimper, your knees squeezing his waist. “Mr. Rogers, that’s not how you should be speaking to your wife if you don’t intend to follow through.”

He chuckles, pulling back to look down at you. “If she’s patient enough to wait until after school, then I will follow through.”

You glare up at him, clearly unimpressed. “You don’t put a glass of water in front of a dying man and then tell him to wait 8 hours.”

He chuckles, “I guess it’s a good thing you’re not a dying man, then.” He pushes away from the counter, moving to the cupboards to pull down two mugs.

You jump off the counter trying to push the ache between your thighs out of your mind. “I didn’t realize how big of a tease you were when I married you.”

He grins crookedly. “Too late now.”

“What goes around comes around, Rogers,” you threaten mildly, warning that all this teasing is going to bite him in the ass later.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” he chuckles.

He gets your coffees ready while you whip up a quick breakfast for the two of you to share. With a mug and a plate each set out on the kitchen table, you and Steve take your seats and start digging in. “What are you teaching today?” you ask in between bites of food.

“We’re starting a new segment in the advanced class. Creating optical illusions.”

You pause, thinking about what exactly goes into teaching a subject like that, let alone actually making the art piece. “That sounds… hard.”

Steve laughs. “That’s why it’s the advanced class. What about you?”

“We started Intro to Mixed Martial Arts at the beginning of the week.”

Steve gives you a questioning glance, “Mixed Martial Arts? In High School PE?”

You grin openly, gazing back at him. “Remember that survey I gave the kids at the beginning of the year? The one that asked them to tell me what subjects they wanted to cover. A good percentage actually picked MMA as their top 3. And thank God we actually work in a district that gives us funding. I think this is the most successful year we’ve ever had in PE. The kids are actually engaged for once.”

“It’s pretty incredible what kinds of things you can accomplish when the kids are willing to pay attention,” Steve agrees.

“You certainly don’t have any issues with that,” you grin cheekily before taking a sip of your coffee. “Those horny teenagers can’t take their eyes off of you, Mr. Red-Hot Rogers.”

Steve laughs loudly as you say the nickname that’s been circulating around the school halls for longer than you can remember. “It’s not just me they look at. My wife is sexy as hell.”

You hum curiously, “Is she now? You’ll have to introduce me.”

He grins and shakes his head. “I have a feeling you’ll like her.”

The two of you finish up your breakfast and coffee before heading back into the bedroom to get ready for your day. Steve pinches your ass when he moves passed you to get to the bathroom as you stop in front of your dresser. You yelp and swat his ass in retaliation. He laughs, sending you a cheeky grin over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.

You change into a set of yoga pants, a sports bra, and a loose t-shirt. When Steve emerges from the bathroom, with a fresh face and minty teeth, you switch spots so you can wash your own face and brush your teeth while he gets changed. As you step back out of the bathroom, you pause and lean against the open doorway, staring shamelessly at the man you get to call your husband.

A pair of black jeans fit snuggly to his thick thighs and perky ass. A white, linen, button-up shirt stretches across his broad shoulders. The shirt is tucked neatly into the top of his jeans, with the collar tucked and the top button left undone to reveal the hollow of his throat. He’s looking down, with a concentrated look on his face as the rolls up the sleeves on either side.

Sometimes, in quiet moments like this, you get a strange feeling that this can’t possibly be real. That he can’t be real, let alone that he’s even yours. Steve Rogers is the perfect man. He’s sweet, attentive, attractive, and a God in bed. He makes you feel loved, cherished, and alive. As he lifts his head and catches your gaze, the small tilt of his lips have you falling even deeper into this dream-like existence.

“You keep staring at me like that and we’re going to be late,” he chuckles.

Smiling back, you step forward into his open arms, hooking yours up around his neck while his hands settle around your waist. “Would that be so bad?” you ask.

He brings his lips down to place a sweet kiss on your forehead, knowing full well that’s not what you want out of him. “Yes,” he responds simply before releasing your waist and reaching up to unwind your arms from around his neck. He laughs at your pout, “Come on. The sooner we get to school, the sooner we get to the end of the day. Then you can have me in any way you want.”

You roll your eyes and huff, but comply and follow him obediently out of the bedroom. He grabs the car keys, his wallet, and his phone from the bowl on the kitchen counter. You then grab your keys for the school locker rooms, the gym, and the equipment building, which are attached to a lanyard. You place the lanyard around your neck, then grab your phone and wallet next before following Steve out the door in the kitchen that leads to the garage.

Steve lets you pick the radio station, but the drive isn’t very long before he’s pulling into the faculty parking lot. The two of you walk hand in hand into the school, stopping first at the faculty lounge. Several of your coworkers already fill the room, many giving a wave or word of greeting upon your arrival. You and Steve split off into different directions as he moves to talk with one of the other art teachers and you head for the coffee table.

Fighting off a yawn, you pour out your second cup for the day, knowing that you’re going to need the extra caffeine to make it through the morning. Not only did Steve keep you up late the night before, but you’d also woken up several times due to some strange dreams. Dreams you couldn’t seem to recall once morning hit.

“Damn you, Val. Damn you to the deepest parts of hell.” A familiar voice has you lifting your head from where you’re trying to pour out some creamer into your coffee cup.

It’s Deborah, one of the biology teachers. You look at your friend incredulously. “What did I do?”

“You walk into the teacher’s lounge, with your gorgeous husband, looking like you’ve been plowed into half of the night.” She glares light-heartedly, her gaze sweeping over your form.

You can’t help but release a girlish giggle, attempting to hide it behind your coffee cup as you lift it up to your face. “Well, you’re not wrong…”

“Jesus! You guys have been married for how long? And yet you still go at it like you’re in your honeymoon phase! How is that fair?” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning a hip against the table.

You shrug. “What can I say, the sex is amazing.”

“Yeah, still not fair… When are you going to learn to share?” she gives you a pointed look.

“Not anytime soon, that’s for sure,” you laugh.

“Killjoy.”

You both stare at Steve from across the room. He’s in a conversation with Don Matthews at this point, one of the English teachers. Feeling the burn of your gaze, he looks over, locking eyes with you. You see the corner of his mouth curl upward before he sends you a wink.

“Good God, I want to sit on his face.” Your friend sighs. “Do you ever sit on his face?” she asks you.

“Deborah!” you laugh, slapping her shoulder.

“What? You could at least give me details. I’m living vicariously through you.”

“What happens between me and my husband in the bedroom stays between me and my husband,” you respond cryptically.

“So, that’s a yes,” she confirms. You notice her gaze drifting up to something over your shoulder.

Moments later, you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist. “What are you two lovely ladies giggling about over here?” Steve asks.

“We’re not giggling,” you respond right as Deb speaks.

“Oh, I was just asking Val how often she gets to sit on your gorgeous face,” she comments nonchalantly.

“Deb!” you hiss in warning.

Steve’s hand tightens on your hip as he chuckles. “I don’t know, maybe about twice a week? If we had it my way, she’d be there every day, but Val likes to keep things mixed up.”

“Steve!” you look up at him, appalled.

He grins cheekily at you, bending down to place a quick kiss on your lips. “I’m gonna head to my room to get ready for class.”

“Later, Deb,” he smiles politely at your friend.

“Bye…” she responds in a small squeak, watching him walk away. “God, if I could murder you and take over your life, I would in a heartbeat.”

“Gee, thanks,” you comment dryly. “I’m going to head to the gym to prepare for second period.” You take your coffee with you and walk out of the lounge. You wave hello and smile at the few students that are already on campus. Some you’ll see in class later and other’s you’ve had in previous years.

The day goes by fairly quickly. It helps that most of the kids are still excited about this new unit, although many of the boys groan in protest when you tell them you won’t be teaching any advanced takedowns today. “We’re concentrating on defensive maneuvers mostly. If I hear about any of you trying to pick fights in the schoolyard, using the moves I’ve taught you… not only will you have to answer to me, but you will be stuck running laps every day, all period long, until the end of the school year. Do I make myself clear?” you give the same spiel each period, and it’s luckily well received.

Before you know it, the watch on your wrist is buzzing in warning for ten minutes until the last bell rings. You dismiss your last period for the day, allowing them to head off to the locker rooms to change out of their PE uniforms. You clean up the gym a little to make less work for the janitorial staff and to kill a little time while the students are changing before locking up the empty locker rooms.

You walk down the halls of the school, heading for the art wing and then step into Steve’s room. You love Steve’s classroom. It’s vibrant and colorful. Every single possible inch of space is being used to display his student’s work. The joy and creativity seem to surround you like a warm blanket.

You find him sitting behind his desk, dexterous fingers clicking away at the keyboard to his computer. His gaze flicks up above the monitor as you approach and he smiles when he sees it’s you. “Give me just a minute, Sweetheart,” he tells you before turning back to the screen.

You nod in understanding and take a walk around his room, looking over the dozens of pieces of art. No matter how many times you look at them all, you never grow bored. In fact, it always seems like you’re able to find something new every day.

As promised, it doesn’t take him very long to finish up before he’s turning off his computer and stepping up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back against his chest.

“How was your day?” he asks, placing a kiss to your temple.

You sigh happily, falling into his embrace. “It was good, but I’m ready to go home.”

“Me, too,” he agrees. Taking your hand, he leads you out of the room, turning off the lights then he closes and locks the door. His palm is warm against yours, his touch sending tingles of awareness through your entire body. You have to separate once you get to the car, however, after he’s pulled into the garage and you’ve both stepped back out, he waits for you with his hand outstretched as you make your way around the vehicle. With fingers intertwined once again, he leads you through the door into the kitchen. You both deposit your cell phones, keys, and wallets back into the bowl on the counter and then head for the bedroom. You pull off your sports bra, tossing it into the laundry hamper and then bend down to remove your shoes and socks next. You leave the bedroom, barefoot, as you make your way back to the kitchen to get started on dinner. Steve changes out of his work clothes into a more comfortable t-shirt and basketball shorts combo before he joins you in the kitchen.

The two of you work in sync to get the food prepared, already having decided on what you were going to eat during the drive home. “Do you wanna watch a movie tonight?” Steve asks as he doles the food out evenly on the two plates.

“Sure. Whose turn to pick?” you ask, pouring out a glass of wine for you and grabbing a beer from the fridge for him.

“Yours,” Steve confirms, taking one plate in each hand before moving to the living room and setting the plates down on the coffee table.

You follow him and take your spot on the couch and set down your drinks. Grabbing the TV remote, you pull up Netflix and start to search through the various options. Steve had a tendency of picking historical documentaries or military based movies. You however had a pension for spy thrillers and action movies. You end up settling on a film that seems to touch Steve’s military interests along with your need for some blood-pumping action. As the movie buffers, you curl in close to your husband, pulling your dinner plate into your lap.

The two of you are fairly invested in the film, occasionally making a comment or some sort of reaction as the events play out. As soon as he’s cleaned off his plate, Steve sets it back down on the coffee table and stretches his arm over the back of the couch and across your shoulders to tuck your body in a little closer to his chest. You welcome the warmth that he provides, settling against him like a puzzle piece locking into place.

By the time the credits for the movie are rolling on the screen, your body is completely relaxed and pliant against his. “That one was pretty good,” Steve remarks, his thumb swiping across your shoulder absentmindedly.

You make a sound of agreement. “Mhm… Still don’t understand how they managed to walk away from that plane crash, though. No one could have survived that.”

He chuckles, “That’s why it’s a movie.”

You release a low hum and give a noncommittal shrug.

“So… dishes before or after?” Steve asks, his voice dropping with a suggestive lilt.

Your brows furrow in confusion. “What?” you ask, lifting your head off his chest to meet his gaze. Your breath hitches when you see the heated look in his eyes.

“I still owe you long and slow.”

That’s all the reminder you need to get on the same page as him. The flame deep in your belly ignites in an instant and you feel a clench between your legs. Pushing yourself up, you turn and throw a leg over his lap, pinning his hips between your knees. “Dishes after,” you respond before crashing your lips against his. You hold his cheeks between your hands, feeling the beginnings of his stubble tickling your palms. You deepen the kiss, your tongue sliding out to slip between his parted lips.

The hum of pleasure that you pull out of him resonates through your entire body. His hands slide from your waist down to your ass, gripping the flesh eagerly and rocking your hips forward. His basketball shorts do nothing to conceal his arousal as you grind down on him. The wet patch in your panties only grows until you’re sure it’s starting to seep through your yoga pants.

Steve’s hands slide up your back, slipping beneath the hem of your tank top. His fingers travel up the dip of your spine and come to a stop over your shoulder blades. Taking the hint, you pull out of the kiss and lift your arms, allowing him to pull off the bunched-up material and toss it to the floor. His t-shirt is the next to go and then he’s pulling you back in.

Your breasts are crushed against the hard plains of his chest as he holds you close. His cock begins to leak into the wet patch on the front of his shorts where you rub up on him like a cat in heat. He’s certain that if he lets you continue, that dribble of pre-cum will quickly turn into a full-blown climax, so he gathers his resolve and pushes your hips back.

The needy whimper that slips out of you is almost enough to break his resistance. His jaw clenches as he fights the urge to rut up into you like an animal until he creams his shorts. He knows that would probably excite the hell out of you, but he’d made a promise and he intended to keep it. Long and slow. He chants those words like a mantra in his head.

“Up,” he encourages, pushing against your hips until you’re sliding off his lap and standing on shaky legs before him. He sits up, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your belly before he releases you and turns to flip the back cushions up and over the top of the couch to make more room. They fall to the floor with a dull thud. “Strip,” he orders next as he moves to lay back across the length of the couch, his head supported by one of the decorative pillows. You are more than happy to comply, slipping your thumbs into the waistband of your pants and undies to push them down your legs. “Now get up here.” He reaches out for you, gripping one of your thighs to drag your leg across his body and settles your knee just above his shoulder. “Haven’t stopped thinking about you sitting on my face since Deb brought it up this morning.”

You manage to catch the briefest glimpse of his cheeky smile before his hands on your hips are pulling you down against him. You moan helplessly as his tongue glides over your slick folds. It’s enough to make your body shiver deliciously. He laves across your wet center with long, bold strokes. Like a predator feasting on his prey, he consumes you.

Sweeping his tongue up to the top of your folds, he circles his lips around your clit and sucks hard. Your back arches as you reach forward to grip the armrest of the couch. You try to not let your weight fall onto him all at once when all you desperately want to do is grind down shamelessly on his tongue. It’s an exquisite torture. Even though you’re the one on top, you’re completely at his mercy.

He transitions flawlessly between the long strokes over your dripping slit and the concentrated laps against your sensitive clit. He knows just what your body needs to get you into that euphoric state where all your worries and fears disappear, leaving nothing behind except pure, unfiltered pleasure. Steve knows your body just about as well as he knows his own. It’s like you’re an extension of himself, instead of a whole other person. He can feel your pleasure and he shares your pain. When your bodies join together it’s like fusing two souls into one. It’s more than just a husband loving his wife. It’s intimate and surreal and cataclysmic.

He knows that you’re close, but his own body is so tightly in tune with yours that he can read the signs of his own impending orgasm all because you’re so close to yours. He rips his mouth from your wet center with a gasping breath. “I need to be inside you,” his voice is so low, it nearly comes out as a growl.

He helps you shuffle back, so you’re no longer up on his shoulders. You lean against the back of the couch to make room for him to shift onto his side. It’s moments like these where the flexibility that comes with the territory of your job and his naturally unnatural strength comes in handy. The two of you move in unison like it’s a coordinated dance until your positions are switched and it’s now your back against the couch cushions while he hovers over you.

The decorative pillow has been pushed to the floor, but you don’t need it as you spread your thighs to make room for Steve’s hips between them. Your hands glide down his back until you’re pushing his shorts down the curve of his ass. He smiles in amusement at the promiscuous squeeze to his behind as he kicks the shorts the rest of the way off. His hips drop until he feels your hot slick against the sensitive tip of his cock. He drags his full length across your folds, still fighting that sensual temptation to take you hard and fast.

He studies your face as a distraction. You look back at him with lust-glazed eyes. They’re hungry and carnal but still manage to have a soft edge of tender affection. He loves looking into your eyes while he makes love to you. It’s like he can see an entire world hidden beneath their depths.

He feels the urgent squeeze of your hands where they’re still firmly planted on his ass. He huffs out a gentle laugh before allowing himself to sink into you. Your lips part into a gloriously wicked moan as he fills you up with every possible inch he has. Steve often finds himself wishing that he could paint sounds because every little sound that comes out of you is a piece of art in and of itself.

He pulls out about halfway before slowly easing back in. He wants to build you back up piece by piece. He wants to savor this like you’re his last meal on Earth. There are times that call for a frantic and rushed coupling, but this isn’t one of them. It’s agonizing and tantalizing, the way he can feel your walls pulse and caress every single nerve ending inside his cock.

He can feel you everywhere. Not just physically, but also mentally and emotionally. The love that you share for each other flows all around you like the air you breathe. It connects you and fills you up until you’re overflowing. “Steve…” his name slips out of you just above a whisper.

The smile he gives you is so warm and tender; you feel like you’re basking in the sun. “It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he gives you the assurance, letting you know that you’re free to let go. That he’ll be there to catch you.

He’ll always be there.

Part 2

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #art teacher!steve x reader #steve rogers x wife!reader #sam writes

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ssvgawara · 4 years

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Haikyuu boys and some oddly specific crime they’d commit

a/n: I come back and the first thing I write is a shitpost!! enjoy </3 tw for drugs, murder, alcohol and general crime committing xoxo

Karasuno

Daichi- he’s a cop sorry that’s all there is to it man

Suga- Suga has multiple charges of 1st-degree murder against him but they can’t seem to find his identity so he continues committing murder and will continue until he gets caught or ends up murdering enough people to be put in a position of power

Asahi- everyone is probably like “Oh Asahi is innocent” NO. He has learned that his slightly scary face will let him get away with a lot, he is buying alcohol illegally because he looks old enough to, and he’s buying so much other shit and just getting away with it

Nishinoya- This man gives fucking pimp vibes I can just see him in the big leopard print fur coat with a pretty girl in his lap and he calls himself big poppa but no one else will

Tanaka- Drug dealer vibes, probably runs an entire fucking drug ring with his sister and not just a Lil weed these mfkas have the hard shit too like you could probably buy meth from them, he’s not using it but it’s good business

Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita- They literally rob a bank they have an entire scheme and get away with multiple bank robberies and this goes on for MONTHS

Kageyama- We know he’s volleyball smart but otherwise he’s so mfing stupid and I love him for it but he is a chronic shoplifter. Just picks something up and takes it, has walked out of a store without paying for an entire bed set once and got away with it somehow so idk props to him

Hinata- He is the little guy in any heist situation, he fits anywhere so he can sneak in and out the best, he gave himself the stupid ass code name tiny giant but everyone goes with it because somehow he is the best

Tsukishima- armed robbery, but he doesn’t have a gun just a knife like he’s tall and as an attitude, a knife will get him whatever he needs he doesn’t need the gun

Yamaguchi- He runs a catfishing scheme where he pretends to be a naive girl, scams old men out of their money, and then ghosts them and I think it’s what he deserves let him carry on especially because no one would believe it’s him. Also not really like a crime crime but still a crime in a way

Kiyoko- She kills men and I know it, Queen Kiyoko ending the patriarchy one shitty man at a time like she only kills men who deserve it bc some have rights.

Yachi- She’s too anxious to commit an in-person crime so she does a lot of cybercrime, hacking government databases and releasing info to the people, truly the anonymous we deserve

Saeko- She’s running that drug ring with Tanaka, and she loves it because there’s a thrill to it even though yknow she’s dealing literal meth but like its fine plus she loves rocking people’s shit when they get too handsy, which bring me to my next point underground MMA Saeko, like the illegal one with no rules yeah <3

Ukai- this man probably sells all kinda shit to minors that he shouldn’t he is so unbothered a 7-year-old could probably walk in ask for a pack of camels and get them and leave before he noticed what was going on.

Takeda- Did y’all see how scared Hinata was when Takeda gave him that lecture? This dude could kidnap someone and scare them into giving all the information he needed, a legend truly

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa- took steroids one time. And of course in sports, that’s not allowed. But he only did it once and regretted it for months afterward. Never told anyone and was just relieved he didn’t have to piss in a cup and have someone find out.

Matsukawa- Without hesitation, I know this man takes dead people’s bones and sells them on the internet. Has dubbed himself the bone man and he feels so much power when someone buys a femur or sumn. It’s kinda funny honestly he has a hoard of bones to sell, his fave is the pelvis.

Hanamaki- He’s in between jobs because he stole money from his last job, like he said he was sorry he just needed a little extra for gas but was sad to find out that’s a literal crime and he was laundering money.

Iwaizumi- he’s a street racer, like the fast and furious style and it’s so sexy of him like late-night races ugh to be in an expensive fast car with him where he has one hand on my thigh okay that’s enough of that.

Kunimi- Look me in the eye and tell me he does not do drugs. He does and if you don’t believe me you are wrong and I will fight you on this one.

Kyotani- If there is a crime he will commit it for fun. Like he will do it with no hesitation. He has a record longer than twilight and I’m not sure how he is not in prison actually nvm he escaped and is a wanted criminal lol

Shiritorizawa

Ushijima- Assault, he just reeks of getting into bar fights when he’s absolutely wasted. Like he most likely didn’t start it but he will be finishing it

Tendou- grave robbing, he just goes into the cemetery picked the oldest plots, and gets to digging. Has made thousands on dead people jewelry and probably won’t get caught, like besides the groundskeeper there’s no security he will never stop.

Semi- he breaks copyright laws on the daily. He’s sampling music in his all the time but he’s doing it so sneakily it’s fine its what deserves stream his band on Spotify right now,

Shirabu- His bangs are criminal enough. No, but he has stolen drugs from the hospital before he just wanted to try the Xanax, and yeah he could just write himself a prescription for it nut like it’s so easy to just go get some and no report it so that’s what he did.

Goshiki- y’all want me to say arson don’t you?? Fine. He commits arson multiple times and kills 7 people with fire before getting arrested and he doesn’t even feel bad so in prison he probably fucking runs a gang he is crazy.

Nekoma

Kuroo- he is a capitalist and class traitor and that’s crime enough I don’t care is he’s attractive or rich, He commits crimes daily by just existing but I still love him anyway.

Kai- Could not commit a crime he just wants to garden and live his life. Jk there’s at minimum one body in that garden let him kill a man he deserves it just let him have one dead body

Yaku- he keyed someone’s car once just because they pissed him off. Was it kuroo? Yes. But that’s fine because he also keyed Lev’s car but blamed lev for keying kuroo’s and Kuroo for keying Lev’s. He just wants to watch the world burn.

Kenma- cyberbullying but man he is mean. Like no bars held we will dig into every insecurity he can and that shit hurts and he doesn’t even feel bad about it he will just be as mean as he can if you’re not careful

Lev- his crime is being tall and dumb also doesn’t understand the economy and prints counterfeit money because why can’t we print more money? The government should get on that.

Inuoka- He released all the animals from a zoo, like snuck in one night and just let them all free, I’m surprised the tiger didn’t eat him but hey the animals are free, there’s still some missing uh oh he’s very proud of himself for it. After the rush, he starts sneaking into shelters and freeing all the dogs and cats

Yamamoto and Fukunaga- Have egged a house before, it was Kuroo’s he deserves all this bullying and you can’t stop me.

Date Tech

Aone- Criminal Conspiracy, sure he had an entire foolproof plan to get away with the perfect crime but someone found out, and now his plans are ruined, damn </3 and no one ever suspects the quiet guy either.

Futakuchi- Having a prostitute, he just wanted some company like mans is lonely so he paid a girl to just spend a Lil time with him it’s all good.

Fukurodani

Bokuto- I know we all haha funny laugh at tax evader bokuto and sure maybe he evades his taxes but he’s also committed vehicular manslaughter, he cannot drive and has killed someone with his car maybe even multiple someones but he always drives off in a panic because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Akaashi- Hasn’t actively committed a crime but has been an accomplice in every vehicular manslaughter Bokuto has committed why the fuck does he keep letting bokuto drive? He really needs to stop that.

Konoha- A master scammer he is so convincing everyone gives him money even if they’re a little sus because he’s just that good each scheme is so convincing.

Inarizaki

Kita- He grows weed, you can’t tell me those rice fields are just for rice he’s got all this space he is growing marijuana and selling it, let him do it I want him to be my plug.

Atsumu- "What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier."

Osamu- resisting arrest. He just said no and ran. Granted he shouldn’t have punched the cop in the first place to have to be arrested but like that’s not the point here.

Aran- accidental child abandonment, like he just forgot he was babysitting and left the kid alone for like a day. He felt terrible but he still forgot the kid and now is fearful of parenthood

Suna- owns an illegal weapon, like he just never registered it and keeps it around and would use it if needed Suna please just point the weapon at me maybe

Others

Terushima- Graffiti, he loves painting on the walls of buildings and tagging them, has so much spraypaint and his day isn’t complete if he doesn’t tag at least one building or train car.

Daishou- Public intoxication- he got a little too fucked up and stripped on the street he will forever have to live with everyone knowing he has an ass tattoo like damn bruh

Sakusa- Perjury he simply wanted to get out of court so he said some shit so he could leave granted he lied under oath but whatever, did they ever find out? No, so he’s fine and he’d do it again if it meant he could leave faster. Like sure he was a witness to a murder but bruh he pretends he does not see.

Hoshihumi- driving without a license he simply thought you didn’t need one because why do you need a piece of plastic to say you can drive a car like??? Just know how to drive it.

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tokiro07 · 10 months

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Martial Master Asumi ch.3 thoughts

[DILF: Dad I’d LIke to Fight]

While the first two chapters were heavily focused on characterizing our main cast, this chapter focuses more on the meta of MMA, which is a very necessary shift for a sports manga to make considering that it’s about the sport

I really appreciate seeing Asumi analyzing and strategizing in real time, especially since it’s made so clear that he has no idea what he’s doing

Not that he isn’t capable of thinking on his feet and succeeding, as he does react well and earn praise from Okiba’s father, but his inexperience is on full display, giving us a clear baseline for the improvement he’s going to be undergoing as the story goes on

There are two ends of the spectrum for protagonists in sports manga: the genius and the rookie. You can either follow someone who’s amazing at the sport from the get-go and gets to show off against everyone else while imparting some kind of philosophical truth to everyone else with their skill, or you can follow someone with no experience or interest learning said philosophical truth from everyone else as they catch up

Hinomaru Zumou’s Hinomaru was the former, teaching other geniuses the value of perseverance, while Asumi is the latter, though exactly what lesson he has to learn really hasn’t been developed much yet. I’m guessing it will be something along the line of actually embracing his life instead of running from it

Asumi learning that MMA is fun is an important step, but interestingly it’s been portrayed as exclusively negative thus far, with a tendency to go too far and hurt his opponents. He’s been stopped every time so far, but sooner or later there will certainly be a time where no one is around to keep him in check and he’ll either really hurt someone or have the strength to self-regulate, and that’s going to be a huge moment for him

I also like the foreshadowing for the fingerlock from last chapter, where his grandpa beat him with a fingerlock, so naturally he tried to do the same thing to his opponent when he had the opportunity, not realizing that it was a foul. I think he also took his grandpa’s advice about “feeling the flow of power” instead of just “grabbing at anything,” considering that he was able to lead Okiba’s father into a position that would let him bring him to the ground and then consistently counter his attempts to break his holds

I do think that Kawada could have illustrated the choreography just a bit better, I feel like I couldn’t really follow the action very well. I was actually under the impression that Asumi “grabbing at anything” was him trying to grab his grandpa’s fingers not realizing it was an illegal move, but I realized that the framing of the panel makes it clear that the lock was painful, so it had to be Asumi

I think that drawing sumo, which is generally more straightfoward than MMA, might have somewhat limited Kawada’s ability for choreography, so I think drawing MMA will be a good challenge for him to broaden his art, and I’m excited to see how it grows from here

Speaking of Hinomaru Zumou transitioning to MMA, I have to figure that Kawada chose it specifically because he felt like he didn’t get to focus on Kunisaki enough. I’m hoping that we’ll actually get to see him in this series, maybe getting some updates on that lady he hooked up with in America and the baby they had. I love when authors connect their series together, and this one has a perfect opportunity. Maybe Okome will even be a major character in some way? I don’t know what year this is meant to take place relative to Hinomaru, so she could easily be either grown up or Asumi’s age

I’m expecting next week to be another character heavy chapter with the introduction of Kazuro. Admittedly I wasn’t expecting him to show up this quickly, I figured he’d show up in like...twenty to fifty chapters, maybe a few arcs in, not right at the beginning

I will say though that if he’d been introduced later, I probably would have taken it as a red flag since estranged family members are usually a sign of cancellation. Can’t wait to see how this plays out!

#martial master asumi #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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theanticool · 2 years

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Couldn’t stay up for Belal Muhammad vs Vicente Luque but caught it this morning. Tremendous fight. Saw a bunch of MMA fans complaining. Weirdos imo.

I don’t know if it’s cause the welterweight division isn’t one of thin margins like 135-155 or 205+ but somehow Belal Muhammad continues to fight the perfect fight every fight out. I know guys like Volk and Whittaker get a lot of praise for being some of the smarter adapters in the sport but I think Muhammad and the team have a good claim to being the best strategist in MMA right now.

We’ve seen lateral movement cause Luque issues in the past. He’s not great at cutting guys off and he plods when he comes forward. Muhammad zeroed in on that and was able to out kickbox Luque for long periods with his back to the fence. He’d turn Luque and force him on to 1-2s and body kicks. Then halfway thru the first two rounds, Muhammad would shoot the takedown on a turn and rode out rounds from top position.

Luque didn’t go quietly at all though. The leg kicks became really noticeable in the 3rd. Limited Muhammad’s movement. From there he found success with the left hook. He’d step in close, forcing Muhammad to circle into the left hook which also did real damage. Muhammad recovered though. Got back on the bike for the last two rounds and even managed to tag Luque really hard over the last two rounds. Just a really smart performance overall. I did agree with DC though. If Belal wants to be on top, he’s got to either start controlling wrist or threatening chokes from the back cause he kind of just lets guys up.

#belal muhammad #vicente luque #mma #ufc #opinions

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miss-choco-chips · 2 years

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Let's play a game called "I have three docs in my wips folder that i want to work on but can't decide which one", so i'll tell you guys the general idea and give your opinions on which one you'd like to see more. Plot twist; you don't get to know which fandom or pairing each fic is from.

1) Brivery was, after all, the best way to achieve her goal.

A lady working on a sports company gets tasked with the job of bringing in a young talent to work for them. She has a perfect record so far and figures it'd be a piece of cake; little did she know the sportsman in question is a little shit with no intention of moving to a different country to work for them, no matter the juicy money benefits. As she tries to sweeten the deal for him, he continues to avoid speaking to her, which means she ends up talking a lot with his roomate, an absolute sweetheart who is, apparently, the little bitch of a sportsman's main reason to rejet her offer. A plan starts to form in her mind, because there's no way this stupid, stubborn brat will taint her perfect record.

2) Won't get away with this.

A childhood friends to lovers, where character A knows they are soulamtes well before the marks where his soulmate gets hurt starts to show on his skin. Knows since they were children, in fact. And thus, isn't surprised when he turns 12 and his arm instantly gets purple all over, to show the pain his beloved friend and soulmate is going through. So, no, no surprises; but there's a lot of rage there, because he thought that the suspicious bruises would stop when his soulmate got adopted, and this... this shows the world is just a bitch to the boy he loves, and he SWEARS he's gonna do something about it.

Plot twist; character B, who is completely unaware that they are soulmates, is actually a vigilante, and thus doesn't understand his childhood friend's blatant hate towards his adoptive family.

3) It must have been the wind (please believe me).

Character A has had a long week of shitty things happening one after the other. He's sleep deprived, depressed and burned out, so when he accidentally breaks a cup and spills water late at night over his computer with his on-going assignment, he starts crying. He doesn't expect his downstairs neighbour to come knocking with a bat, fully convinced he's under attack or something. Character A tries to convince character B that everything was okay, but charcater B sees a bruise and after some misunderstandings, thinks he was in an abusive relationtship, and offers to act as his new significant other to 'scare the abusive ex away'. Character A, whos' trained in MMA, is instantly charmed by this lanky, nerdy, obviously tired nerd trying to look intimidating in his favor, and accepts without thinking it through. No way this ends in dissaster, right?

#wips #which will i work on #who knows

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fedoranonymous · 3 years

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Okay okay okay

If we're gonna do a powerpuff girls reboot, let's do a

Powerpuff Girls Reboot!

We open with the intro text from the original cartoon. It's iconic, it's been basically unmodified since they were the Whoopass Girls, you've gotta have it. Either use the original animation or hire three cute lil things to do it, but have your new Professor read it out.

When we get to "but a secret ingredient was added to the concoction..." start pulling out to reveal that it's coming from the TV, and the Girls are reacting to the portrayal of their childhood in real time. They keep saying the girls are cute, but they have things to say about the plot. Blossom wants to know if this is a period piece or isn't it, make up your mind. Bubbles is worried about people confusing fiction for reality and blaming them for things that happen on TV. Buttercup just wants to watch a mindless action flick.

The Professor narrates again. "It's been ten years since the Girls first woke up in that Lab. Of course, they were already physically six by then. Mentally... Well, they certainly had the intelligence of adults 7 times their age. Along with the innocence of children. That was our goal -- people who could really, honestly, and without cynicism plot an attainable future for humanity. The superpowers? Well they caught everybody by surprise."

Flashback to the girls earliest moments perhaps, or just go straight to: for their safety, and to try and dissuade the onslaught of costumed villains that have come to Townsville seeking a fight with Real Superheroes, the Mayor and the Professor have decided that there will be No More Superheroing In Townsville Anymore. They get to live the next twelve years as ordinary girls, have real lives, isn't that exciting?

Well, if it's what you think is best.

In the intervening decade, the girls have grown. They're not perfect little girls anymore.

Blossom has clearly seen the Incredibles. She has a meticulous line of silver medals: science fairs, races, MMA. Straight 95% As across the board. Her golds are all in team sports, and her clear eye for tactics has garnered her the attention of the junior ROTC, who she has to dodge frequently and ever more creatively because "it just doesn't seem right to train with them like an ordinary soldier when I have heat vision and two purple hearts".

Major drama comes from her science fair partner who seems... Weirdly well researched about weapons manufacturing. And obsessed with superheroes. During the midseason finale, they get way too riled up working on their automatic water purification system and end up inventing a weather machine that goes haywire. Science fair partner is way too into "something exciting happening for once". Even though it nearly destroys the city, they get a Tidy defense contact for the technology. Blossom adds it to her secret safe absolutely bursting with various patents.

Bubbles, meanwhile, is working herself to the bone trying to do as much good as it's possible for a "normal girl" to do. She volunteers at the hospital. She gets yelled at by the Professor for giving plasma when they can't know it wouldn't hurt a normal human. She volunteers at the soup kitchen, at Big Brothers Big Sisters, at Habitat for Humanity. She's a religious follower of the "only eat what can be grown within x miles of where you live" (I think it's 100?) While being vegetarian, obviously, she can talk to animals. She had to get yelled at for volunteering at the pound for that reason, too, but the vets missed her so much, she got brought back in. She's much more vocal about shopping locally, though, and she is never not eating a handful of nuts, because this girl needs protein! She feels bad even though she knows squirrels eat a different kind of nuts.

Definitely a scene at a farm where her cow friend tells her that food is love and that she needs milk so she can have bones string enough to punch through steel, right after Bubbles had punched through some steel.

Definitely the instigator of Let's Fight Crime Again and early season drama of her learning that she needs to accept some reciprocation of all the love she puts out into the world. Like, she drops out of the sky out of exhaustion, shit like that.

And Buttercup? Buttercup is just fine. Never been better. Cruising down easy street. No complaints here. Yeah, she's been suspended for starting fights with normal kids again, and that's super dangerous, but that kid's an asshole and all they've got is a couple of bruises. Yeah, she stays out all hours of the night, trying to drink and use enough that it gets past her metabolism, but like, it hasn't yet? Honestly this is science at this point. And yeah, no one knows where she got the money for that bike (until an early season episode reveals that she's been cutting hair at a publish barbershop that is either part of or adjacent to a tattoo parlor, and that her coworkers there are the only people she feels like she can talk to. All the characters here are blatantly queer.) But the bike isn't stolen, or anything, back off.

The only thing that lets on that there might be something deeper than "takes no shit, gives a mean right hook" is the way she JUMPS at the chance to fight "for real" again.

As a Powerpuff Girl, as a kid, Buttercup always felt like all she could do was fight. Blossom was the smart one, the leader; Bubbles was the kind one, the friend to all. Yeah, they all had the same capabilities, but like most twins and triplets, they specialized. So the could hit, too, but she could hit best.

Having their hero work taken away from them hit Buttercup hardest of all. Especially because when they started trying to take up "normal" hobbies, Blossom and Bubbles had an easier time holding back their powers while she felt like she had no middle ground between laughably weak and giving her all. Basically, a feedback loop. So Buttercup has spent the last ten years walking on eggshells Constantly and is ready to go Ape Shit.

All of these skewed self esteem issues make her crazy self sacrificial and beastly to fight. She's not holding back anymore, and she never will again! This is who she is, this is all she'll ever be, and she'll die as herself rather than give anything less than 100%!

You know, terrifying.

Comes to a head when one of her sisters takes a hit meant for her and she realizes that she might be the most fucked up, but they kind of all are a little fucked up. The same, but more so.

Obviously everyone's going to want the Rowdyruff Boys to feature heavily, maybe the teaser after the midseason/season finale is them making parole or something? I've got to admit, they were never my favorite villains. If the series leans more comedy, maybe start with them coming (back?) to school and purposefully starting trouble while making direct eye contact, since they Know.

I definitely see the Gangreen Gang being involved with Buttercup's tattoo parlor place. Not even commiting crimes, just being Green and sleezy. Or, shit, that's a racial profiling allegory. Very CW, but no thanks! I have no trust in my senshi heart, you will fuck it up, forget I said anything.

That being said, if you don't get the license for ANY Gorillaz music, when Ace has canonically played for them? Fuck right off.

I really want HIM to appear in a place of prominence, like a season finale. Just rip HIM straight out of the cartoon, don't try to update HIS appearance or schtick at all. But HE is all about getting into your head and toying with your insecurities, right? I just went through all this effort to give the girls imposter syndrome and negative self worth, let HIM play.

I regret my formatting choices on that last paragraph.

Also Halloween episode where they go as their alter egos from Super Zeroes and the monster is like "Oh not this shit again" and the girls are like "hey, we can dress up AND kick ass".

#let me know if there are other characters you want to see me do treatments on #i can do the rrb for real too i just need to rewach their eps first #long post #Powerpuff girls #powerpuff girls reboot #eli's writing tag

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hearthandhomemagick · 3 years

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Cottage Witch Journal Entry - Post Yule & Christmas

Okay, so far this forum of mine has discussed some very off the wall topics that invade my head throughout the day. Some very self destructive thoughts, and some self awareness thoughts. Thoughts on religion, video games, spirituality. Hell, I may even choose to discuss sexual exploration in the future. Who knows? All I know is that after looking back at some of my posts, I’m starting to realize how chaotic one individuals thoughts can be. How genuinely complex a humans life and mind can truly be.

Think about it, if you’ve read my posts in the past, regarding witchcraft, self care, self love, eating awareness, hyperawareness, overthinking, and so on and so forth, then you would think you’d be able to point me out in a crowd.

The truth is, you wouldn’t. A great deal of my writing is simply the regurgitation of my persistent, sometimes unrelenting, thoughts. I’m noticing the complexities of humanity, and it’s beautiful and tragic all at once.

Last time we spoke, I discussed in a mini post that Judy Alvarez was mine for the taking a staple of independence and power to me and that getting my power back was of high priority to me. It’s been a few days, but this still remains a significant thought in my head. I find myself becoming more and more enthralled by her character and persona, drawn into why I relate to her as much as I do. Then, I noticed the underwater life she loves so much, and am reminded of the blue jellyfish behind my left ear. I see her whale tattoo and think of the same one I have under my left boob. I think of how I wanted to shave the right side of my head similar to Judy’s hair back in High School and my mom telling me it wouldn’t look good. And finally, I think of her selflessness, and her need to help a traumatized soul, and how I used to be a Sexual Violence Outreach Advocate, just trying to help a traumatized soul. I relate to her in more ways than one, as silly and stupid as it sounds, and these may be extremely minute to notice, but important for me.

My boyfriend and I had a few conversations this weekend, all separate times, that really pinned me to myself. One conversation, he asked me what exactly I believed, in that moment, when it came to religion and spirituality. From there we got into a lengthy discussion (mostly my fault) where I explained my thoughts in detail. One quote I said stood out (I was also stoned so when I said it, it came out as a surprise to me as well), for I digress from the want to overexplain myself.

As I told my boyfriend, Hyperawareness will destroy a man before it enlightens him. And this year, Hyperawareness seemed to be the proprietor of my mind, for it most definitely would have destroyed me had I continued.

Another conversation we had, which we both agreed to, was the power of our physical bodies directly correlating to past experiences we’ve had with other humans. Also, our relationship with unsustainable lifestyles.

Example, my body issues are founded on the idea that I wasn’t allowed to be a tomboy and play sports or take karate or MMA Fighting classes, but I also wasn’t perceived as delicate and pretty because of my weight/I was bigger than other girls. I was discouraged from doing the physical things I was interested in, and gave up as a result.

Those experiences have perpetuated in many areas of my life as well. In High School, I chose Shop as my number one elective and Weight Training as my second. They chose to put me in Theatre and Intensive Reading instead (Intensive Reading is a class kids take when they make below average on state wide tests). Now, my first choices were classes I felt would develop my character and reflect the life I wanted to live, and I was told it was a bit manly for me to choose those classes. Now, as an adult, I don’t go out of my way to work on mechanics, even though it’s an interest of mine and I haven’t done weight lifting because I thought I’d look like a man. False ideas.

When you are denied your own personality as a child, and don’t realize that is what is happening because it is still happening, it becomes a spiral of what options do you actually have? You become an open book for others influences to freely write in, because you want to be your own independent self but you don’t even know who or how that person is. So, for a while when I got out of High School I was clinging to others personalities in an attempt to find myself. That’s not a good way of doing it, either.

I lived to please, so when people called me Sunshine, I figured the Sun didn’t wear a lot of black and didn’t act like a man.

Reality check, I was overthinking it.

I should dress and live how I see fit, regardless of the typical aesthetic. Fuck the idea that I have to subscribe to one aesthetic anyways. If I want to own a Bee Hive, a Cottage in the Mountains by the river with a tiny self sustaining garden, all while wearing black alternative outfits that somewhat line the aesthetic of post apocalyptical, then fuck yes I’m going to be a gentle, bright, motorcycle loving, knife wielding, MMA Fighting, Yoga and Meditation doing, soft spoken bad bitch.

Here’s the thing, I haven’t even bought myself clothes this year, because people were literally buying clothes for me. WHICH I AM EXTREMELY GRATEFUL FOR!!!! But, over the weekend I got rid of a lot of those clothes because they restrict my personality, I never wear them or they don’t fit anymore.

After the lengthy conversations, we both agreed that our youthful selves are not finished being fully alive. We didn’t stop being young once we got out of High School, we stopped being young when we started saying we were too old. So, we are starting to set goals together. Getting rid of old clothes was the first step, and we took into consideration that we are still individuals just helping each other accomplish a common goal, so the next step is our physical selves.

The plan is to clean out our storage room and transform it into a self-care/training area. Together, we will start the P90X after work on some days, while I try to keep up with yoga on my off days. This month, being aware of what I eat without the focus of losing weight has helped me actually lose weight. Now, focusing on my workout regime is the goal. Not to lose weight, but to be able to start MMA Fighting Classes.

MMA Fighting is something I started in High School right before going to college, but never finished. It’s something I want to commit to so as to release anger while Yoga will help me process my anger. So, healthy eating to support energy, and healthy workouts! I have also been having more endometriosis pain than usual, so avoiding my health won’t help me!

Spiritual wise, I want to focus on my better self. I want to put more effort into me rather than letting myself go in a world of people who don’t care if my personality exists or not. I want to be open, strong and powerful in what I believe. I want to own my shit, and fuck anyone who wants to stop that type of Sunshine. In the words of Meghan Thee Stallion, “Fuck being good, I’m a bad bitch. I’m sick of motherfuckers tryna tell me how to live.”

I’m inconvenient, and I’m happy with that. I’m not perfect, but I’m a process. I’m not weak and quiet, I’m strong and silent.

This specific post is a reclamation of my power. Somewhere along the road of this shitty adult life, I forgot the beauty in my own power. I’m equal, not less than.

Thank you for reading, if you did. This is, again, one of those things where I am journaling my thoughts, and trying to go over everything in my head without going crazy. If you thought this was annoying, just remember I deleted 5 paragraphs before posting, because I was overthinking and didn’t want to overexplain. (I do everything in copious quantities). If it bothered you, look past my post. If you related, let’s talk about it. All in all, thank you for being alive, darling. I’ll see you later!

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