#but I'm in that awkward phase where it doesn't sound right

[lowkeyremi]

HI! I just wanna say your fics make me happy and I really enjoy reading them!! But what I’m requesting is a Yuji x reader where a short reader becomes self conscious after finding out he said he likes tall girls, she doesn’t bring it up immediately but he can tell something is wrong. (This is kind of stupid but I thought it was cute lmao) i imagine it would be a kind of angst to comfort type of thing :) I would prefer a female reader but anything is fine! 💗

YOUR TYPE yuji itadori x (short) fem!reader

Remi's note: It's not stupid, hon! I'm 5'3" lololol so I can relate in a way :3 Yuji does not know what he's missing out on !!

content: fluff, reader is a little bit insecure, i kinda followed the timeline but it's no where near canon lol

When you transferred to Jujutsu High a certain pink haired student immediately caught your attention. In fact, you believe that his presence demands everyone's attention because of how much of a sunshine boy he is. He's tall, cute, kind, and a little bit naive.

Essentially he's most of what you look for in a guy but you aren't too sure you're what he looks for in a girl. Not after hearing him discuss his type with Todo. "I like a girl who's tall with a big butt, like Jennifer Lawrence!" And while you had the whole big butt thing down (sorry if you don't i'm self indulging here sigh), you don't have the height he mentions.

At first you were okay that.. you can still be his type right? You don't have to be tall. You brought the subject up with Megumi and Nobara one day while the three of you were eating lunch, Yuji was away on a mission. "Do you guys think I might still have a chance with Yuji? I know I'm not tall but..." you trail on trying to think of something to say.

Megumi wants no part in this conversation but gives you his honest answer anyway, "Eh, probably not. You two never really talk to each other. He's honestly kinda awkward around you." A frown breaches your beautiful face and you begin to pick at your food. Nobara thinks differently of the situation.

"Ah, don't listen to dumb old Fushiguro. He doesn't have a girlfriend so he can't give anyone advice. I think you two would look super cute together! If you just talk to him I'm sure you could figure out what's on his mind." Nobara's advice sounds more charming but you also take Megumi's into consideration. Truth be told, you and Yuji don't talk much and he's always nervously laughing around you.

Yuji eventually returns from his mission exhausted. He still comes by to greet everyone though which makes you smile. "Um.. Itadori?" He pauses in his steps to turn around and give you his attention with a weary smile. "Mhm?"

"Do you think I could uh- talk to you sometime tomorrow? Just the two of us?" You gaze at anything in the common room besides him. A sudden wave of nervousness rolls through your gut.

"Um. Yeah, of course! I'm going to head to bed now, goodnight everyone!!" Yuji scurries out of the common room. Was that good? Was it bad? You couldn't get a clear read on him and now you're panicking.

You're able to remain calm though because Panda and Inumaki give you a thumbs up. Nobara smiles at you and whispers, "you got this girl!"

As you were preparing for bed, you had a sudden hope that a black hole would just come and swallow you up before dawn peaks. Worry clouded your ability to rest properly so the night consisted of a lot of tossing and turning. When the sun had barely even peaked through the window you decided to start your day.

Your phone reads 6:53 am. Usually you'd begin your day at around 7:30 but sleep was not an option. Usually rejection didn't phase you much, but you were no longer in a huge school where you could likely avoid a guy who rejected you. Jujutsu High has a total of ten students including you. It would be hard to hide yourself from Yuji after facing rejection.

Once you were properly dressed and had clean teeth you left your dorm room to sit outside and admire the sunrise. You weren't sure how long you had been sitting out there but quiet footsteps gather your attention. The one boy who you were not ready to face yet was standing right behind you, his signature smile gracing his face.

"Mind if I join you for whatever you wanna talk to me about?" You want to tell him no or that you aren't ready yet but you inhale slowly and exhale deeply to rid those negative thoughts from your brain.

You pat the ground next to you motioning for him to join you, "Yeah, be my guest."

He sits down next to you and you sit there trying to think of what you'll say. The silence is awkward and the tension is definitely high. "So I hear you like tall girls." Terrible start. If he rejects you, you won't be surprised.

"Heh, yeah.." You meet those chocolate eyes of his. They hold confusion and the urge to know what you are trying to say.

"Do you.." Pause. How should you go about this? "Do you think that even though I'm not tall I'd still have a chance?" Silence follows your question as Yuji soaks in what you've just said.

You. Like. Him? He's surprised to say the least. Yuji had thought it was the other way around, he didn't believe he had a chance with someone like you. Sure you aren't his usual type but he's fallen for your beauty and your personality all the same.

The silence creates a tight feeling in your chest. He must be trying to find a way to let you down gently right?

"I mean it's totally okay if you don't! I just.. never mind. I think I'll go now." He grabs your wrist before you can try to leave and you look into his eyes wondering what he's thinking.

"You do! Sure you're not that tall but you're cute and funny. I thought I didn't have a chance with you. Oh my gosh a girl just asked me out!!" Relief pours over you almost instantly. So you've been overthinking things.

"You've liked me? For how long?!" He shrugs trying to remember.

"Oh yeah! When Sensei sent you, me, and Fushiguro on a mission together. You were so badass when you exorcised that curse. I was thinking 'damn she's hot as hell'!!!"

A giggle escapes your throat at Yuji's dramatics. He's so sweet and confident and knows what he wants. The fact that he wants you makes your heart swell.

#yuji itadori #yuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[hommoturttle]

a Fanfic I'll Never Write

(a/n: i don't intend to really finish this, nor do i know where i was going with it. haha)

pairing: TFWS! Bucky x Reader

warnings: sexual content, bdsm aspects, alcohol, mild misogyny (you really have to squint), story starts in a very random place so I'm sorry if at first it doesn't make sense. let me know if I miss anything else also, this has NOT been beta read, i own up to all mistakes and incorrect grammar

"no. no! anyone but her!" bucky yelled at sam and Zemo holding his hands up to further prove his protest.

**********

the bar they walked into was loud. the way it was designed was like someone hadn't grown out of their 12 year old emo phase. black walls, floors and tables. the bar counter was the focal point with thousands of light up skulls that changed color with the music that was playing. fake spiderwebs and Victorian portraits hung on the walls with pictures of someone called BeetleJuice. "he looks like you before coffee" Sam mocked Zemo pointing to those pictures.

the patrons of this bar were also dressed in all black, a few had neon colored hair that Bucky had to remind himself this wasn't the 40's anymore. people had the right to look however they wanted, even if he still found unnatural hair colors weird.

surrounded by a crowd at the bar was the woman they were looking for. but what they saw her doing nearly gave bucky a heart attack. the poor old man that he was.

Y/N Y/L/N was topless laying titts up on the counter while some punk was pouring hot candle wax on her. the crowd was hollering and whistling in excitement. "has she always had her nipples pierced?" Zemo asked noone in particular. Bucky was this close to crushing his windpipe for staring at his girl.

just because he left her so she could live a life without his baggage didn't mean he had stopped thinking of her as his girl.

Y/N arched her back and stuck her tongue out. a different man poured his drink down her throat and tried to touch her without his permission. Bucky saw red, but before he could go play hero Y/N had sat up and started twisting that guy's arm behind him.

"did i give you permission to touch me? last i checked pet, i hadn't. you gonna make it up to me? how bout an apology." Y/N bit his ear and shoved him to the ground.

the man instantly fell to his knees, placing his hands on his thighs with his head facing downward. "forgive me mistress, i need to be punished so badly! let me please you!"

Sam and Bucky looked at each other in confusion. Zemo though looked like he had gotten what he wanted on Christmas morning.

Y/N cocked her head to the side and lifted her foot so it rested on the man's crotch. he whimpered and had a blissed out look on his face. "kiss it."

the man instantly did as she said kissing her foot with the utmost reverence. Y/N held her head up while looking at the man in disgust. she pushed him off her and slapped him across the face. "you're pathetic. a real man wouldn't be a spineless twat like you are now. strip and meet me on the stage pet. i feel like teaching you a lesson."

the crowd around the pair cheered with more hollering and whistles.

"what kind of bar did you say this was?" Zemo asked Sam seeing as how he was the one to bring the trio there.

"i..i was told it was an alternative bar. you know, for goths or something." Sam was stuttering and blushing slightly. Bucky never took his eyes off Y/N. he knew her too well. he could see she was just putting on a show, but wasn't really getting any enjoyment from being this dominant. he knew what kind of submissive she usually was. he had spent hours learning.

was it weird that thought brought him some comfort?

"come on" he told his awkward group as he made his way to the bar. there was a woman behind the bar with only a little more clothing on than Y/N. she had curly brown hair and harsh blue eyes that showed how unkind life had been. "what can i get you?"

she sounded exhausted and more than ready to go home.

"how often does she do this?" Bucky asked the woman, not wanting to waste her time even more so.

the woman gave him a small once over with an eyebrow raised, but didn't say what she was thinking.

"she's one of our regulars. she does this when she's pissed of about something usually. the wax thing is new though. not complaining about it, it's just new." the woman shrugged her shoulders. Bucky nodded.

"so, can i get you anything to drink or are just going to be pervy?"

"i'll have a Vodka Tonic if you would be so kind." Zemo ordered his drink. "and your name so that i don't feel like i'm disrespecting you madam."

the woman chuckled “you wouldn't be the first man. my name is Sami. i'll get that drink going for you." she turned to sam, "anything sound good?"

Sam ordered a beer but wasn't paying much attention to her. he was focused on Bucky wondering what was going through his head. bucky didn't want to see Y/N or bring her onto this mission. last he heard, the pair had a falling out caused by Bucky, but here he was staring at her like all he wants to do is take her in his arms and never let go. Y/N still hadn't noticed the trio, too busy hitting a poor, near naked man with a ridding crop on a stage for the whole bar to see.  Sam just had to laugh at the scene.

just when he thought this was going to be a moment of calm in a world of crazy, Bucky started walking towards the stage and he didn't look happy.

"bucky! don't... you...don't!"

it was too late, the super soldier stood right in front of the dominatrix with a defiant look in his eye and his arms folding across his chest, metal arm shining in the lights. Sami the bartender thought he looked equal parts dangerous and sexy. Sam just thought he looked stupid.

Y/N though....

Y/N thought he looked beautiful. all rough, dark, and commanding. it didn't take away the hurt though and that pissed her off.

Y/N jumped of the stage to stand right in front of him, one had murder in their eyes, the other possession. "what the fuck are you doing here Barnes?" Y/N's voice sounded like pure venom.

Bucky gave a soft, sad smile. "it's good to see you too doll."

*****

after that awkward reunion, everyone sat down in a corner booth of the bar away from prying ears and leering eyes. Y/N still hadn't put a shirt back on. Bucky swore this woman was gonna be the death of him. "so let me get this straight, you break him out of a high security prison,"

Zemo had the nerve to smile.

"you thought you made the right choice in giving up the shield, so now it's in the hands of the human version of moldy blue cheese,"

Sam folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"and you still can't look me in the eyes, but you want my help with 'terrorists gone wild'."

Bucky stared at the table even harder.

"we understand that we're asking a lot from you Y/N, but we could really use your help." Sam tried pleading with her, though he wasn't happy with what she said.

Y/N sighed and leaned back in her seat, rolled her head side to side to try cracking her neck. it didn't work unfortunately.

"I’m in. but lets get one thing straight,"

she turned to look at Bucky. "after this, don't ever think of pushing me away again to hurt yourself further." Bucky finally met her eye and saw her big (Y/E/C) eyes filled with anger, concern, and love. how a woman like her could ever love a broken shell like him, he'd never understand.

"I promise." those words were barely spoken over a whisper, but they were felt like bombs.

Sam, and even Zemo, felt like they the uninvited 3rd wheel intruding on a moment they weren't supposed to be.

"Sami! mind pouring me a drink to go?" Y/N called out.

Sami rolled her eyes but had a soft caring smile on her face as she grabbed the rum behind her. "you owe me!"

TAGLIST: @buckle-up-buttercups @whovianhalfblood @gideonknave @roulu @itsbobbi

#james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #james buchanan bucky barnes #my writing #an excerpt from a story i'll never write #because i cant write for shit #fanfic #debating on writing #don’t steal #hommoturttle #marvel #zemo imagine #zemo smut #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky barnes #winter soldier #sam wilson #baron zemo #original story

[kagiura-akira]

i had a thing for kghr parent AU that I wrote based on a video by Brandon Farris but I based it so heavily on it that I don't feel right posting it on AO3, so here's an unofficial post instead that's not super polished or anything

Introducing an informal writing on kagihira's daughter growing into her chuuni phase xoxo

Sitting at the airport with his carry on luggage beside him, Hirano is lost deep in thought as he reads a parenting magazine. So deep in thought that he's startled when his phone starts buzzing in his pocket.

Sasaki Shuumei, the caller ID read. He frowned a little, unsure why Sasaki was calling after he'd just dropped off Asami at his house to play. It was somewhat worrisome.

“Hello?”

“TV broke,” the words of Hirano's six year old daughter were short and sweet, straight to the point. He's never been one for beating around the bush, so it's fine. It's a relief to know Sasaki wasn't calling himself to say that Asami had burned down the house.

Hirano cleared his voice before he spoke. “Hi, baby. Where's Uncle Shuu? Can't he help you?”

“TV broke. How fix it?” At six years old, she was perfectly capable of stringing together coherent sentences for the most part, but Hirano had to appreciate her dedication to efficiency, not wasting her time with insignificant matters like grammatical structure.

“Have you tried pressing the power button?” Hirano asked, wondering if he sounded as ridiculous to onlookers at the gate as this entire conversation sounded to him.

“Yeah, that fixed it, thanks.”

“Okay, good to know. Papa's gonna go now, okay?”

The first rule of being a six year old: the conversation doesn't stop after the first question. At least, not in her mind. While she neglected to fill Hirano in on the steps between her thought processes, it wasn't entirely surprising to him that she had more to say in an unrelated matter.A matter so unrelated that if “How do I turn on the TV?” was her first question, then her second question would be that question's second cousin twice removed's step uncle from a previous marriage.

“How big an explosion would it take to explode the whole earth?”

A remarkably well thought out question as compared to the previous - it made Hirano choke on his coffee mid-sip, burning his tongue. He was hesitant to answer, not sure if he wanted to give her a straightforward answer, knowing there would surely be more questions to follow from there. He didn't exactly have the time to be indulging her in this conversation, either, but he was nothing if not a sucker for the Kagiura genes and spoiling both his daughter.

He decided to be honest with her in his answer, keeping it simple enough not to invoke further investigation, “I don't really know, but probably a lot.”

The pause on the other end of the phone wasn't so much awkward as it was eerie. After a long while, Hirano was about to tell her he needed to go when she whispered to herself determinedly.

“I'm gonna do it.”

He knew well enough that no elementary school child had the connections, money, or resources to build anything remotely harmful on an international crisis level, but his curiosity as to what led them to this discussion ate at the back of his mind. As long as she wasn't literally starting fires, there was no need for alarm, but he couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should be calling his friends and family to tell them he loved them. A smooth voice came on over the speaker in the airport, “Good afternoon, we will soon begin to board flight 577 All Nippon to Los Angeles.”

Good, he had a way out.

“Sorry baby, Papa has to go board his flight. I'll talk to you later tonight before Daddy puts you to bed. Be a good girl for Uncle Shuu and don't cause problems on purpose, okay?” he said. Just around that time he heard Sasaki on the other end of the line, wondering where his phone was.

“Okay, bye bye, Papa! I love you lots,” Asami said, then made an exaggerated “mwah” sound like she were blowing him a kiss.

“Bye bye, I love you lots too.”

Perfect, Kagi could be the good cop to Hirano's bad.

Normally, he'd be one to encourage her to keep going after the first failure, but Hirano hoped that once whatever she was plotting in Sasaki's backyard went wrong, she'd be open to a new hobby.

Like. Dance maybe?

#hirano to kagiura #kagihira #Kagihira parent AU #my wips #Sort of #This is less a wip and more an exercise in imagination #Imagine ur faves in a viral video situation kinda

[wsdanon]

I very much get the thing about being caught up in canon tbh. eternal slowburn felpac for the win I get it

also! you mentioned in that post, and iirc also alluded to it in My Saint, that Felps only became Pac's saint after they landed on the island and became coparents and such - I'm interested in that! what's your interpretation on Felps becoming Pac's saint? like how'd he get the idea to start praying to Felps in the first place?

(also: is this the same cinematic universe as It's Not A Fashion Statement where Felps is already a saint prior to everything else? because then I'm also wondering how that fact is generally perceived by people (including Pac) once they find out! unless that's planned for a later chapter of that fic in which case disregard this question LOL)

hi echo \o/ okay good questions

i think felps keeps the fact he's a saint under wraps until building the festa junina church where he kind of goes like: hey… do you know what would be funny? by this point it's less something he's actively trying to hide (we can maybe blame the memory tampering upon arriving to the island for that) and more something that just… hasn't come up. and feels kind of awkward to bring up because of how long it's gone without being brought up

i think pac started praying to him as a joke at first once he realised felps is actually a saint, and then everything went super downhill in his life so it became a lot more real. and then as felps' image spread to more churches + with pac starting the trend (i think it was him? apologies if not) it caught on to other people and just became more normal for the island (it fucks with felps a little… but that's too angsty for this)

i can't remember if i contradict myself in "my saint" and "it's not a fashion statement" but assumedly yes it's the same universe \o/ let me go under the cut real quick just for length

cellbit i think is delighted when he finds out (because he loves that felps is strange) but then immediately devastated (mostly jokingly*. mostly) that felps never told him before. in which felps would argue he's left hints and it's not his fault cellbit never picked them up. i don't

(*this is going to sound weird if you don't know the scene, but imagine how cellbit was acting when he was being jokingly upset that felps compared his banana to foolish's yeah okay sorry for bringing that to mind for everyone. it holds a special place in my heart because joking about that was the first domino for "it's not a fashion statement" if i recall correctly)

i don't think mike is too phased by the concept, even with felps having "hidden" it from him. he's married to a god so divinity isn't a big deal to him i suppose and he has other things to focus on. i think he would also maybe be the most understanding as to why felps hid it from people for so long. no logic to this right now just vibes

pac definitely acts the weirdest about it overall. but again--i don't think he'd blame felps for hiding it? to him and mike it would probably be the same as them "hiding" their mind link (they don't really think to bring it up sometimes). but also pac likes to be petty sometimes and he loves gossip so he'd probably put on the same act as cellbit--complaining about felps keeping such an interesting piece of gossip for him!

i think all of them are wondering what the fuck he did to become a saint and how the hell that worked (his jokes about coming back from the dead suddenly don't seem too much like jokes anymore!) but especially because as mentioned in "my saint"… felps was a corrupt prison guard lol. (chapter 2 of "it's not a fashion statement" will go into more detail on this \o/)

i think pac is the only one who treats him differently, but it comes and goes depending on the context. cellbit was already weirdly devoted to felps so it didn't change anything. mike has mine and doesn't need anyone else to pray to. that kind of thing \o/

anyway this is a lot of rambling but i hope it's enjoyable. i like to put "i think" before everything because i'm mostly just coming up with it on the spot lol

#wsd/c.haracterisation #wsd/a.sks #echotunes

[xerxeswitch]

My Relationships and Opinions with Gods

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This is just my take on them, and no one has to agree. Everyone has a different point of view/beliefs about them, and not all are going to be the revereing same echo chamber of expectations I usually hear.

This is also reflecting into my own personal journey into my witchy spiritual life. So, again, this is my own personal lane. Please take it with a grain of salt; it's subjective.

(I also don't speak for the "gods" through my experiences but they are just my experiences alone -- so don't gaslight me to think I didn't experience these)

...

I remember growing up and always asking myself, "Why do people worship other people/beings?" "Why do people prostrate themselves so openly to "deities" whom may or may not know them, or care about them?" "Do these "deities" use the faith they collected like their own personal battery?" "Do they use followers to just further their own influence?" "Do people only treat them as "gods" because they're told their lives are in their hands and they must do what they say?"

Later, of course, I expanded a bit over the years and ask devotees on their thoughts and views. I still couldn't resonate with it.

The idea of worship...never sat right for me.

Through past life regressions, I had past lives where I hated the idea and spat at these gods at first, thinking they're arrogant, absolute materialists in energy without any care for anyone's wellbeing.

I especially got more into the idea of cosmicism. (The idea where there's no loving "god" but powerful big entities or bodies out there that just eats you or couldn't even care you exist; a dog eat dog world)

But even then, I calmed down later on that idea. And ironically... some "gods" changed my mind about a few of them or some of the general ideas.

When I got back into my spiritual path here, I still became more secular-like and believd in self empowerment through my own growing energy. (Especially after hearing their tales)

Personally, and again; this is just me.

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I am not an atheist, but I believe the concepts of "gods" doesn't exist but they are entities portrayed as "gods" as a construct by human knowledge, and they see them as supreme beings because they have immense powers. I just see "gods" as these "Hollywood" celebrities of the astral realms and are given a lot of that kind of attention. Or more logically, invented in ties to a growing civilization to further develop that said community from agriculture to understanding circumstances -- in which some could be arguably egregores.

Of course, I fully believe some don't just happen out of nowhere without a certain influence.

...

Now, do I despise "gods" now? No. That was the extreme pendulum phase. They're beings I don't personally know and will pass them on the streets, unless there's mutual respect in approach. In which I had some of my experiences...

...

...Most so far were uncomfortable or awkward, a couple were vague and I have no desire to chase after them. In a dream and in meditation, I turned one down to being told on the topic of a "godspouse," I rebuked their own opinions or suggestions that sounded outdated to me, some felt they just like to show off, and one said they want to properly meet me next year on my birthday. (Why? I don't know and I'm not looking forward to it)

Supposedly, Hecate is giving me signs in wanting to communicate, but I'll have to research more about her before I even want to engage.

The only entities I have a good relationship with outside of my Family spirit team, and other mutual spirit teams are Anubis, Hades, Persephone, some angels and their Source. There is one more but I respect his privacy to not utter his name or our friendship. The story itself on how he approached me as a child is sacred to me; I have a lot of respect for him as I know as a person I came to know, not from his title.

These guys has been there since I was a toddler, and they treated me extremely well. Why? I don't honestly know but they did so much and I have respect for them as people I grew to know through that connection -- so it is only fair I show them my gratitude and continue our bonds. But trust me, if they start to flat out disrespect me, I'll drop them out of my life like an average "toxic friend." No one or no "god" is above mutual respect.

So, do I worship them? Hell no.

However, they don't seem to mind that. I'm pretty pragmatic to just see our connections and gifts as just being good friends or family friends. Otherwise, I believe dealing with "gods" should be treated like a mutual business exchange before it gets close, not an undignified prostration. You reach out to a company, and offer a mutual deal to collaborate with something you want out of the connection -- the usual stuff: money, power, protection, love, etc. You give them what they want, then you get your share or your payment -- then it goes from there. Who knows, there might be some unconditional love later or somewhere vaguely in that territory.

However...

I come first along with my individual bonds. I can also make my own means to get by and come into my own power without feeling like I'm using someone. I know that's not what it's about in the right direction, but worship and "gods?"

Not for me, and I don't need it.

It's just not my calling, and that's completely okay.

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To this day, I'm still learning and I'll probably continue to learn long after this vessel expires.

#spiritualism #witch #gods and goddesses #deities #secular witch #self empowerment #spirit companions #pagansim

[ofbackbones]

your name: Vox

Romantic or platonic?: ... Romantic.

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: We spend plenty of time in. Dinner somewhere over-the-top fancy, then we head somewhere exclusive that'll make your followers green with envy.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries. Ice cream on Valentine's Day is for losers without dates.

What's your perfect date?: I've always wanted to rent out an aquarium and walk around at my leisure. Not sure what's stopping me, really. Whole aquarium to ourselves, little hand-holding, maybe we go out to a nice, quiet dinner beforehand....

Would you cook for me?: We've got people to do that for us. But for you? A whole five-course meal.

Would you let me cook for you?: Again, people. But you wouldn't find me turning down such a kind gesture.

Can we make-out?: If... that's something you'd be interested in.

Make out in private or in public?: I'm gonna say private. I don't think all of Hell needs to be aware of everything we do together.

Do you like to cuddle?: I've... been known to cuddle every now and then. For the right reasons.

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Ugh, blankets. What's the point in cuddling if you're just gonna sit there and freeze while it's happening?

Couch or bed?: Bed. Especially if we're still talking about cuddling here. But... hanging out on the couch for movie night isn't too bad either. Six-in-one.

Tell me something about you no else knows: I'll get back to you on this one.

Why do you want to be my Valentine?: Because you're my favorite girl. What, like I'm just gonna let some good-for-nothing step in and take you out for a mediocre night on the town where you'll probably end up splitting all the tabs? Please. Valentine's Day might just be a corporate scam, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve to have a good time.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm not some waste of time shlub, and I'll take you out for an all expenses paid night on the town that you'll actually enjoy. Not to mention the fact that we don't even have to suffer through the awkward small-talk phase. That in and of itself is a huge perk.

"You say some of this as if I'd ever let some shlub take me out." Velvette says, eyes still on the paper as she reads through the little application Vox had slid towards her. "You know my tastes are much better than that~." She continues to read through it, hmm-ing and nodding every so often.

All in all, Vox had made some very tempting suggestions. "A nice dinner and then a walk through an aquarium sounds wonderful. Especially if the aquarium is open to just the two of us? No needing to feel rushed or crowded in and we get to just take our time and admire the animals."

#( ✧˖°. replies. ) #holoharbinger

[struggles-and-prose]

Though consistency is the key, I do not have it XD

Long time no see. lol. Not that anyone reads my blog, but eh, it's therapeutic nonetheless x) Anyways, last update was about my blood pressure, which seems to have resolved itself since. I'm back at my usual low blood pressure, baby! XD

I've also talked about dumb Tumblr p*rn followings which have also, resolved since. I get some occasionally, but not as much as before.

Started phase 3 of my driving classes which means I started driving more, which means I'm super anxious on the road too. XD Fun right?

Now, fun stuff, don't judge me! XD You know these videos on youtube where you see people ripping an apple in half with just their hands? Well, I tried it. Turns out I snapped my finger instead! XD 👀 Yeah, I know, I'm that good. Break an apple in half? Pfff, nah bruh, I can do better. I can break my finger and be in agonising pain for the last 2 months instead! XD Okay, it's not agonising, but it's not comfortable either. Doesn't help when my baby nephew tries to break it again though! XD

Also, look what I found! 😍 Honeycombs are sooooo freaking delicious.

Though, I have to learn to eat them in moderation, because I don't and then I get sick lol. But it's totally worth it. But also, don't try this at home kids! I'm used to being in pain, not you! XD

The sound it makes when you bite into it. 🥴 It's just so satisfying. it pops in your mouth. 🤤 For my fellow Quebecois, I found these at Tau, a natural product market, so have fun if you get your hands on some.

🍯 Did you know, the different color in the honeycomb wax mean different things. A lighter yellow comb is where the bees stored their honey. A darker comb shows where they lay their eggs and raise the larvas. The darker one is edible too, but it doesn't taste as good as the yellow one. It's more bitter, as for the yellow ones, they're sweet af lol. Honeycombs are made with bee's wax, so if you find some, don't be surprised if it's all waxy, it's totally normal. It's safe to eat so don't be scared to swallow it, though the wax can be overwhelming, so you can also spit it out. Just the sound itself is satisfying on it's own. :3 🐝

Now, let's get a bit more serious. On July 10 of this year, the fanfiction website AO3 was under DDoS attack for about 2 days. A DDoS attack is when hackers flood a website to disable access to it's users. It doesn't steal any information at all, it's just there to annoy the fuck out of people. Why was AO3 under attack? Because, and I quote "it's full of disgusting smut and other LGBTQ+ and NSFW things."

First of all, wow! Just wow! To me, it sounds like some kindergarten behavior type of shit. Like, oh, I don't like what you like, so I'll take it away from you just for shits and giggles. Seriously? Grow the fuck up dude. Nothing stops you from NOT reading them if you don't like it. I don't like the NSFW fics because I get uncomfortable. Being asexual, this shit is awkward af for me. XD So I read the SFW ones instead, and guess what? I still have just as much fun as others who read other fics.

We're in 2023 people, get the fuck over it. Like how the fuck is my sexuality going to impact your life, other than if you see me kissing a woman, you're disgusted? Nothing bro! Nothing! And you know what? Even if people were to get rid of LGBTQ+ people, they'll find some other shit to whine about like race, religion, skin colors or some other dumb crap like that. So wtf is the point? You don't like me because I love women? Don't fucking look at me! There's this thing called looking away, it's super innovative, you should try it! XD

Boohoo it's not conventional to whatever your beliefs are. Your beliefs aren't conventional to me, do you see me intimidating people because of that? Discriminating? Or worst, irl shit, beat the shit out of you? Because trust me, that happened to me. Got my ass kicked and much more just for being myself. Fun right? Then, people wonder why there's so much mental illness and people wanting to end themselves? Nah boo, nah!

Now I don't know what they were exactly, as there was a lot of speculation about so many things about those hackers. But quite frankly, I couldn't give 2 flying fucks. Wheather you're religious or not or whatever the fuck you are, if you're an a-hole, you're an a-hole either ways in my book. And holy shit did I hate the freakin religious debates they had on AO3's Twitter. I do not condone any type of harassment under any circumstances. You're just stooping to their level if you do that. We want equality, we should give equality! Comes back to the same thing, in what way is a person's religion, race, color or whatever impacts your life? Unless they're extremist, I don't see how it should impact you at all.

Come on people! Wtf! We're better than that ffs! Why must everyone hate on one another all the time? It makes absolutely no sense to me really, I never understood the freaking concept of bullying in general. Like, why tf are YOU mad that I'M different? I don't get it! Never did, never will! And the things people would say or do to me? Some of these things are the type of crap you only see in horror movies. Like literally that bad! Why? How is you hurting me going to change your life for the best? What, you're gonna hurt me, then what? There's more of us boo, you ain't done with this shit yet! What satisfaction do you get? Do you feel like it compensates for your tiny peepee or something? I don't know? But I ain't the one who's got issues there hun. I don't understand!

Anyways, I can go on and on about this shit and I'm repeating myself now so Imma stop. Hope y'all have a great day and week! Make good decisions and spread love people!

#canada #montreal #quebec #update #driving school #injured #honey #honeycomb #bees #🐝 #🍯🐝 #🍯 #tasty #ao3 #lgbtq #asexual #ace #stop homophobia #archive of our own #ddos attack

[spacefoxy-irl]

Got new headphones. My music don’t sound right. Send help.

#I mean I'll get used to it eventually #but I'm in that awkward phase where it doesn't sound right #and you feel anxiety cause you think you'll never get used to it #that's me

[raggaraddy]

Intruders.

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Another long one. This one doesn't have so much of the worried reaction, cause I wrote it to fit the Mafia! Jungkook character. It's still fun though ^-^ Thanks again for the request. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Taehyung

Summary: When a loose end breaks into Jungkooks house with guns drawn, you get a first-hand lesson that maybe Jungkook isn't as invulnerable as you had thought.

Trigger Warnings: Graphic violence, gun usage, blood, murder.

Jungkook

Mafia! Jungkook

Fighting to get free, you're kicking your legs. Squirming. Squealing as you shove your hands against Jungkook's chest, pushing him back as hard as you can. Tears starting to fill your eye line.

"Stop, stop, stop," you shout, with no effect. Struggling harder.

"Admit it!" He yells back, a smile on his face.

"Never," You scream. Not able to hold it back anymore. Your screech morphs into forceful laughter as Jungkook continues to tickle you. Your cheeks aching from how widely you're smiling. Your sides hurting as you keep thrashing for release.

"Admit I could beat up the Hulk, and I'll let you go." He insists again, pressing you down with a massive grin.

"Okay, okay!" You squeal, finally conceding. Groaning in relief, when his fingers stop tickling your stomach. Your limbs dropping down to rest. "You could totally kick the Hulk's ass." You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"Damn right I could!" He bursts into laughter also. Easing back with a sigh now that he no longer has to hold you still. Neither of you phased by the movie that started the debate still blaring in the background.

Roughly you punch your fist into his chest, intentionally knocking the air out of him. Taking advantage while he is caught off guard to push him flat onto the carpet beside you. Straddling his lap, you lean over him pinning his arms to the floor before he has a chance to argue. Not that you think he would. The fun-filled smile doesn't leave his face for a moment. Completely amused by you, while you try your best to put on an intimidating act. Trying to stop yourself from smiling again.

"Jeon Jungkook. You cheated." You playfully scold, "And if you can't have a grown-up discussion, then you can't do other grown-up things either." You accentuate your point by grinding down. Feeling his hips push up as you tease him. Lifting up right away, shaking your head as you remove the contact. "Nah uh. Cheaters don't get that." You smirk.

"Don't be mean just cause I won." He runs his tongue inside his cheek. His gaze showing desire and a want for you to continue. But you're not done toying with him.

"You didn't win." You poke your tongue out, rocking your hips a single time more, "Confessions under duress are not admissible anyway."

"No, but it's good leverage to have." He answers a little too honestly and without thinking. Not entirely talking about your play fight anymore.

Chuckling awkwardly, you shake off the train of thought that wants to evaluate what he just said. Not wanting to let your mind remember that part of him right now. Trying instead, to return to your spirited banter. But he gets in before you.

"Nope," He easily breaks out and overpowers your hold wrapping his arm around your waist, carrying you as he stands up. "you admitted I'm stronger than the Hulk, and I'm never gonna let that go." Bending down, he throws you over his shoulder, slapping your ass to tease you back.

His shoulder digging into your gut stops you from taking a full breath or making a snippy comeback. So you slap his ass in retaliation instead.

"Come on Kitten, you have to give me a prize for winning." He purs suggestively, carrying you out of the living room into the foyer.

He's going to take you upstairs, but you don't make it to them before both of your heads snap towards the entrance. A flurry of gunshots exploding just beyond the front door. The commotion silencing as quickly as it started.

Jungkook slings you off his shoulder. Becoming another person in an instant. Purely focused. Opening the coat closet, he pulls a Glock from his jacket.

"Get upstairs, now." He barks.

You don't have to be asked twice, running to the stairs. Gasping as the garage door next to the steps opens, two hooded men storming in with guns drawn. Jungkook reacts quickly, firing past you. Shooting one of them, missing the second who ducks instead of firing back.

At the same time, blowing open to the left of you, the front door is kicked in. Swinging wide, four more masked men rush the house. Firing rapidly and wildly. Scarcely missing Jungkook who is moving preemptively and is 3 steps ahead. Running forward he shoots the second man in front of you. Grabbing your arm, dragging you over their dead bodies into the garage with him.

Shutting you in just as bullets explode through the wood door at your back.

Jungkook forces you to keep up, throwing you behind the car. The automatic shots continuing to decimate. The four-wheel-drive being the only thing that keeps either of you from getting shot.

Panting and on the verge of tears, you're crouched beside Jungkook. Watching him, waiting to react to anything he says. Knowing he is all that stands between you and death. But also knowing that with him in this mindset he could do just as much damage to you as one of those other men might.

The gunfire stops. Distorted voices shouting behind the door's remains. Jungkook cautiously raises up, leaning over the hood. He lines up a shot as the door opens warily, taking down another of them. Slouching behind the car as a new wave of bullets comes in response.

In front of you, the shelves covered in storage boxes and the workbench full of tools is ripped to shreds. Things erupting in every direction. Covering you in debris.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he shoves it in your lap.

"Call the first number!"

Your brain is stalling, your hands are shaking, but you follow the order as best as you can. The way your fingers are vibrating making it so much harder.

"What's up Boss?" You can hear the faint sound of his first lieutenant, as the firing ceasing again. Jungkook snatches the phone, speaking lowly and calmly.

"My house is breached and we're under fire. At least 3 guys. Semi-autos. We're held up in the garage and I've got maybe 15 rounds left." He passes the information over precisely. Remaining organized and in control.

"We're 10 out," the first confirms back, yelling orders to people on his end of the phone.

Your head jolts towards the garage door as it heavily clunks, starting to lift along the tracks. Exposing you on two sides.

"Fuck," Jungkook exclaims. "We don't have 10 minutes."

He stands, staying low. Opening the car door, tossing the phone in, followed by you. Your limbs hitting everything as you try to keep up with his pace. Making it onto the seat in an awkward heap.

"Stay down," he growls, slamming it, sealing you in. You're ahead of him this time, already kneeling under the steering wheel. Pressing your chest and head into the seat as flat as possible.

Inside the car, you can only hear the sounds of blasts for a few moments. Heavy things being thrown in every direction amid tense silences.

Outside the car, Jungkook fires off 3 shots, aiming for the legs he sees as the garage opens. The angle is wrong, and he doesn't hit them. Having to retreat back. Throwing the workbench down, using it as a meagre form of barricade. Blocking himself into the corner, hunched behind it. It's barely wide enough to protect him at the front and on the side. The height of the desk only just covering his head. He aims over the bench, hoping to keep the front two from coming in with suppression fire.

However, his attempt is unsuccessful. As he raises up, a bullet wings his right arm. Involuntarily dropping his gun, he shouts in pain. The Glock falling on the wrong side of the table.

It only takes him a second to compose himself, lunging over to pick up the weapon. But it's a second too late.

One of the men charges from inside the house. Booting the table into Jungkook, throwing him off balance. Holding him at gunpoint as he hits the floor.

Briefly, you see the other two men through the window as they pass the car. You're too terrified to move. Your hand cupped over your mouth, muffling the panicked breathes and whimpers that you can't hold in.

Working as a unit, one of the men clears the table out of the way, another picks up Jungkook's gun, while the third ushers him out of the corner and onto his feet, keeping the sights tightly fixed on him.

Getting in his face, the lead man removes his balaclava. Seething hate filling his expression. "You remember me?"

While he isn't going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, Jungkook is certainly perturbed by the reveal.

It was nearly 5 months ago that he had ordered this man and his family killed. It drew far too much attention when he refused a deal Jungkook made him. So an example has to be set. The man's wife, two children and his visiting brother were murdered in the gruesome display. And Jungkook was told that the man standing in front of him now was also killed. But it seems the men charged with the hit got complacent. They didn't confirm the kill.

Mentally, Jungkook was already recalling the four men on task. If he made it out of this they were going to suffer greatly for their mistake.

Seeming infuriated by Jungkook's lack of fear and stoic glowering, the unmasked man slams his fist into the Mafia King's face. Shouting as he does.

Methodically, the three intruders begin to tear Jungkook apart. He put's up a fight as best as he can, but the men are trained and three against one isn't fair odds in this situation. Knocking him between them, they strike with their knees, fists, feet, hurting him in any way they can manage. Beating him into the ground. Pulling him back onto his knees whenever he drops back or falls forward.

Biting your palm you're trying to stop yourself from crying out as you sob into your hand. You can hear the hits. The thumps from him being tossed around. His groans of pain. The slough of abuse they spit at him while they work him over. Cursing him. Mocking him.

Suddenly, the car door jerks open. One of the masked men dragging you out by your hair. Making you produce an ear-shattering scream. One he silences with a fist to the face. Your body collapsing, slapping into the concrete.

Groaning in pain, your sobs can no longer be restrained. Loudly bawling, tear stream your face, hardly able to breathe as you panic.

Your heart aching as you see Jungkook across from you. Hunched over on his knees, he's gushing blood. It's running down his face. Matting his hair to his forehead with the sheer volume of it. He's splitting it up, his mouth dripping with it. His shirt soaked in it. Flowing down his arm from the bullet wound also.

You'd never have thought you would see your Boyfriend in such a state. You've witnessed first-hand the power he has when he's the one responsible for this kind of damage. In your mind, you saw him as invincible. Unbeatable. A cruel monster driven by hubris that could never be stopped.

The times you'd seen him beat people like this, the times he hit you like this, you had privately desired for him to suffer the same fate one day. For karma to return everything he had dished out.

But now that he was, now that he was the one being treated without mercy, even with it being justified, you can't feel anything but fear and sadness. Regretting ever having wished this upon him.

"Jungkook," you gently call.

He's disoriented. Too many headshots having made him dizzy and unfocused. But your soft voice cuts through all of that. Looking up from the ground to you, his eyes go wide seeing you in harm's way again.

"Y/-" he starts to get up, only to be interrupted and held down. The unmasked man's hand coming down on his shoulder. The barrel of Jungkook's own gun being aimed at his chest as the man hovers over him.

"You know, your guys didn't kill my wife right away." He digs the gun tip into the bullet wound on his arm. Twisting and stabbing into the raw flesh making him grit his teeth to bear the pain. "They shot her where he knew it wouldn't kill her. Then they let her bleed out. While I could only watch. While my kids watched." The pure rage in the man's voice is finally softened. Instead, sounding horribly grieved and agonized over the memory. "Someone like you, you're probably not capable of love," he spits, pushing off Jungkook to stand straight. "But whether you love her or not, I still want you to watch her die."

The words register, but you can't absorb them. You can't react.

"Wait. Wait!" Jungkook yells after him.

Your body is throbbing in terror. Watching him advance on you. Watching him raise the gun at you.

The shot hits you in the stomach.

"No!" Jungkook howls. The two men punting him back down as he climbs to his feet. Extending the barrage of hits to impress upon him that he shouldn't try to get up again.

In shock, you delicately dab at the hole in your side. Blood pulsing out of you. The pain is more than you could have imagined. You can't pull in a full breath. Short gasps are all you can manage. Doubling over onto your hands and knees, you weakly shriek unable to deliver a solid scream.

They drag you by your arm, hurling you at Jungkook, your torso landing in his lap. He clings to you, drawing you in tight. His face twisted in anger.

"Y/n." He growls. "Don't you dare-" he can't bring himself to finish that thought.

"Don't worry darling. It won't take long." The leader says above you, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "You though," he redirects, snarling at Jungkook. "you're gonna die slow."

Not able to breathe and the blood loss is making your head light. The room feels like it's spinning. Your eyes rolling back as they close. The reprieve of rest calling you into unconsciousness. And you can't resist.

With his hand held to your heart and his chest tight, Jungkook feels for a beat. The irregular rhythm assuring him you're still alive at least.

"I hope you really did love her. Like how I loved my girl and my boy. My wife. I hope you can feel that type of pain."

Jungkook is shaking. Unfiltered loathing ravaging his thoughts. A murderous expression concealing his heartache as he feels your pulse gradually start to slow.

Moving begrudgingly like it's his duty, the leader pulls one of the few remaining tools from its place on the wall. Wringing the handle of a large Philips Head screwdriver.

Working together, the three of them rip your unconscious body apart from Jungkook. His efforts to keep you close having little impact. Numerous injuries having sapped his strength.

Stretching him out, holding him down, they pin him with their weight. One of them securing his legs. Another holding his arm and torso, the majority of his heft used to force Jungkook's face into the cement. The leader kneeling all of his weight on his left arm to keep it flat.

As the tip of the screwdriver is pressed into his palm, Jungkook grapples to keep his hand closed to no avail. The shank piercing the meat of his palm. Screaming as the length is stabbed in and yanked out. Hissing through his teeth while the sharp point trails up. Reaching about halfway up his forearm it digs into the muscle. The blade slowly forcing its way into the skin, causing him to roar again.

All at once, a shot rings out. One of the intruders taking a bullet in the back. An assault of gunfire spreading across the height of the garage, sending the other two into a panic. Scrambling for their guns. Releasing Jungkook in the frenzy, who cradles his wounded hand for a moment before jumping on the attack. Finally having sufficient reinforcement to fight back.

Picking up the screwdriver with his good hand, he lunges at the surviving masked man. Dragging him off balance. Straddling his side. Stabbing down and around to drive the tool into his chest over and over. Burying the metal in the man's throat as a final strike. His damaged hand slamming down on the top of the screwdriver, forcing it through the other side of the man's neck.

Some of Jungkook's rage having been vented, he falls away panting watching the man, satisfied as he quickly bleeds to death.

The leader of the assailants, the source of all of this woe, is completely unmatched by the dozen men who suddenly surround him. They don't grant him the opportunity to even raise his weapon, shooting him in the shoulder, knocking him down. Incapacitating him and restraining him swiftly as he tries desperately to get loose.

There are a few seconds when the dust settles, where everything is quiet again. Only the sounds of wheezed breathing and footsteps taking any space.

Apart from the few men busy with securing the house and the area, all of them are at attention looking to assist their battered leader. Wanting to help. Waiting on an order.

"Her," he signals in your direction. "Get her to a hospital."

"You too, Boss." His second lieutenant leans down, helping Jungkook stand. Getting him to solid footing.

"I'm not dying in the next 20 minutes. Let's wrap this shit up first." He dismisses the gesture. Shirking off the pain at risk of appearing weak.

"And this one?" His first aims a gun at the intruders head.

"Patch him up. He's gonna die slowly," Jungkook's voice deepens as he repeats the man's own threat back at him.

His eyes following as he gets picked up and thrown into the trunk of one of the cars. The Mafia leader in him already, concocting ruthless plans in specific detail over all the ways he is going to torture him. And how he's going to silence any doubts about his strength that this attack may have caused.

Carried in another man's arms, you're taken to the back seat of a car. The movement string you awake. The pain keeping you immobilized and dazed.

Jungkook limping slightly follows after you. He presses his hand to your chest again, relieved as he feels your heart still beating, as he sees your eyes fluttering.

Your head laying on the seat, he leans over resting his forehead upside down on yours. "I'm so sorry baby." He whispers. His hands bunch tightly around your arms, pulling at your skin. The war of both sides of him crashing together. His eyes going cold, his breath becoming ragged.

Struggling to remain conscious, your eyes close again. Jungkook's bloody hand slapping down on your face, shocking your eyes back open. Tears instantly returning to your cheeks.

"Don't you dare die!" He hisses. His hand curls around your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "I'm not going to let other people think they can come at me. Take my things. Try to hurt me." He growls, speaking just loud enough for only you and him. "So you're gonna keep living Y/n. Cause until I give you permission, you don't have the right to die."

#bts fan fiction #bts reactions #bts fanfic #bts jung jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #mafia jungkook #yandere jungkook #yandere bts #yandere bangtan #bts #bangtan #bangtan fanfic #yandere #jungkook

[corrie-zodori]

Permafrost Neo AU

BUSTS IN (again) Hello everyone! I came to finally make a proper master post on what the hell the Permafrost Neo AU is for Deltarune. So this started off as a messed up "what if" scenario. Now, this IS a pretty long post, so strap in if this is your kind of thing! idea, but people seemed to like it so I'm putting it here.

Just as a heads up, this is a "bad end" type of AU. It's an alternate ending to the weird/snowgrave route. So, expect this to be very sad, and very grim. Like, it's pretty depressing, so do keep this in mind. The pitch was "What if instead of dying when Noelle used Snowgrave on Spamton Neo, it unlocked a secondary form instead. Instead of killing him, it just made him significantly worse."

Here is some reading music if you'd like as well, cuz why not. Best on repeat! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C31gKF8MmIU

First off, here was the concept doodle I made of him back when I first pitched the idea. So you have an idea of what he looks like. CW for slight body horror ahead!

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It starts off right as Noelle uses snowgrave on Neo. In the original game, as we know, it is heavily implied that this kills him. But in the permafrost AU, he ends up breaking out of the ice, his body and his own will not ready to succumb to the cold just yet.

Massive shards of ice riddle his body like crystals. If they were to be broken off, they'd grow right back as if the magic from the attack still permeated through him. His body racks and shivers and shudders, constantly glitching, as if it is unstable. His hair has frosted tips at the top of his head. His hair is much more prickly, sharp, and jagged. His right hand is permanently frozen and stuck as the blaster, which is (thankfully to HIM at least, still functional.) His left eye and chest plate are cracked, and one of his eyes is blue screened. Both eyes have pupils, which are now small and cyan in color. His wings are tattered and ultimately useless.

Whatever strings he has cannot be seen, even if they are still attached. He is permanently enraged, steam billowing upwards to contrast the ever frigid state he is in. Wherever he goes, snow tends to follow. And so does the never ending cold.

He looks like he is always in pain (probably because he is. No one just gets frozen within an inch of their life like that and doesn't come out with some amount of permanent damage.) His head us usually hung low, and his movements are twitchy, jagged, and stiff. When he speaks, he often is unable to finish his sentences, and they cut off at awkward times. His speech is much more glitchy than usual, and sometimes he'll freeze up and pause. His body constantly emits a robotic hum, a sound much like electronics make when they are messing up or crackling.

So now that you get the general demeanor, here are some "fight" headcanons that I had!

This is considered a second phase in the fight, which has two endings that I'll get to later.

- He is automatically enraged, which means he does a lot more damage.

-Twice the damage he usually does, and has twice the defense, but has much less HP.

-He has an attack called "cold hearted" which is much like the "heart attack". He throws his heart at you, broken and covered in ice, and if it or the projectiles from it hit you, your speed is halved next turn.

-The "diamond projectiles" are now shards of ice. Double in size, but half the speed they tend to shoot at.

-The pipis ™️ are more aggressive. He shoots them faster, and they explode faster.

- He can fire a massive beam from the blaster, but it takes a moment for him to charge it, and it highlights in the box where he's going to shoot it. It's pretty large, and you'd have to get to the safe zone very quickly.

- He can no longer turn his hands into phones. Much to his disappointment.

Also here's a battle sprite made by SafeForB on twitter! Which I thought was super cool 📷 https://twitter.com/SafeForB/status/1468233425924538374?s=20 ...no pun intended. Now here's where things get dark.

You have two options to end the fight. One, you can kill him a second time, and the game would end like normal. Or... you can "mercy" him, and let him live, and you escape.

But for him, it's no mercy at all. It is in fact a much worse fate for him, as his body is in shambles, unable to continue fighting. He helplessly watches you escape, leaving him to the emptiness of the dark world you leave behind. Too weak to move, too weak to continue, he lays there, waiting for the world to decay, with no one left to rescue him. Forever cold, forever dark, re-frozen in time.

There was however, a third pitch that an anon mentioned and I ran with it. A what if that I liked. What if he had won against noelle and kris? What if he defeated them?

Unfortunately, that isn't a happy end either. He may live, but at what cost? With those two out of the way, he'd still be stuck in the dark world. Nothing gives him enough power to escape. So he tries to rule the city on his own.

However, he fails to remember that everything is abandoned. Cold and barren, everyone frozen permanently. The city is his, sure, but there is nothing left to rule. He wanders aimlessly, pointlessly, alone, in search of any sign of life. Maybe even, eventually, he becomes less interested in ruling this place, and far more concerned with finding a single survivor. But there are none. Any that remained fled with the Queen back to Castle Town. His arrogance has caught up to him. No longer does he feel the need to rule, or conquer, or be revered. But, rather, the need to fill the void left behind in the devastation. Someone pitched the idea that he could make those clones of himself. It would be a feeble attempt to combat the loneliness. Tiny spamtons to run around, but they are just like him. They act, they sound, they look just like him. He tries to fill that void that is left as his old friends and associates are gone. The clones become nothing but a reminder of him and his own self hatred. A reminder of his screw ups, eventually making it set in that all of this was his doing.

He's alone. Alone, and left to wander endlessly in a hollow and barren land.

There is no warmth. No diversity. There is no love.

Only cold, and infuriating noise to keep him company.

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... and that's all I have thus far! :'D Sorry it's a bit... depressing, but if y'all like dark/sad AUs here you go! I hope you enjoyed in some way. Or at least I hope I gave you a heart wrenching AU to read.

#long post #sorry haha #Permafrost Neo #Permafrost Neo AU #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune ch 2 #body horror #angst #deltarune #deltarune AU #my art #zodori doodles #Finally decided to write out a big master post so I don't keep having to send individual pieces to the curious! #I hope you enjoyed! #spamton #spamton g spamton #spamton NEO

[hootcifer]

talking about toh | season two, episode eight: "knock knock knockin' on hooty's door"

holy shit

sorry this was a few days late, i was equal parts busy and lazy.

previous | first | next spoilers under the cut, as always

the beginning

awww hooty’s writing to lilith! like he promised!

btw, just so you guys know, i’ll be referring to hooty with he/they pronouns, because it makes sense to me. also i use he/they and i’m a hooty stan so it works.

I realize now that i spelled “hootsifer” wrong in my url. oh well, i like “hootcifer” better anyway. (also the url “hootsifer” is taken anyway)

oh no, hooty feels unimportant! i’m sure the large majority of the fandom is okay with this, but i’m not! poor thing.

i found it adorable that luz wants to find a way into amity's heart (even though she's had a place there since grom). how she would use the echo mouse for that, i don't know.

luz saying "we have to go" was almost a direct parallel to amity saying "I GOTTA GO" in "wing it like witches".

king's plot

i love how king is going through his angsty teen phase. that's hilarious.

why the fuck does hooty just eat people?! and then just act like that's an okay thing to do?!

i think it's a fun detail that hooty is wearing king's teacher hat from "the intruder". i love little things like that.

i like how this episode gave us some lore as to how demons on the isles work. they emerged from the muck of a decomposing titan? that's dope! it's also cool how there's three main types of demons.

hooty is a worm?!

on the board with all the bug demons, i recognized the butterfly alador kept chasing in "escaping expulsion", as well as adagast from "witches before wizards", the bear trap demon from "the intruder", and the kindergarten teacher from "i was a teenage abomination".

it was neat to see the fairy from "a lying witch and a warden" and the butterfly... thing from "witches before wizards". more neat continuity stuff!

what did king say with his dance? i'm very curious.

maybe king didn't want to talk about the cocoon, but i certainly do! what the hell happened?!

because of some of the images in the background when hooty was talking about demons, we can infer that some students of hexside are demons and not witches. i wonder if witches are more powerful than demons, or if they're on the same level.

other biped demons i recognize are the bounty hunter, tibbles, one of the pirates, warden wrath, and braxus.

i also saw a cat-person. are catgirls and catboys a thing on the isles?

i like how tiny nose and hooty are friends. somehow, it makes sense.

was tiny nose playing on a nintendo switch? that's cool.

we got to see even more past demons from the section about beasts, such as the ratworms, the echo mouse, the trash slug, the selikdomus, the slitherbeast, and the snaggleback.

has tiny nose's voice changed, or is that just me?

i'm really curious as to what the heck king is. is he a unique kind of demon? a hybrid, maybe?

i thought it was sweet that hooty and tiny nose tried to celebrate king for who he is, even though it just made him sad. they're trying.

eda's plot

hooty had a good point in wanting eda to sleep. sleep is important! says the guy who regularly stays up until at least midnight.

i completely understand hooty's fear of the owl beast. remember what happened last time?

the cookies hooty made were very cute. i loved that.

hey, the sleeping nettles are back! the same thing luz and hunter used a few episodes back to put kikimora's steed to sleep.

we got to see eda's dad! we know very little about him, but we did see him. also, did he look like nigel thornberry to anyone else? no? just me? okay then.

it broke my heart seeing raine and eda breaking up. it was neat that we got confirmation that they were together!

eda clearly regrets pushing raine away. poor thing.

who is the cloaked figure? i've seen a lot of theories that it's amity, but that makes no sense. i don't think she was even alive at this point. it could be odalia, though. that would be a cool twist.

the little owl beast was so cute. i want a plush of that.

HARPY EDA! holy shit, she's so cool. top tier character design.

luz (and amity)'s plot

you better bet your ass i have a lot to say about this! plot! okay, let's start from the beginning.

i was really hoping we would get some mutual pining lumity this season, and by god did it deliver! luz referring to her as a "cotton-candy-haired goddess" was too cute.

from what she said, it sounds like this isn't the first time luz has tried to ask someone out. she's so afraid of getting rejected. wait a minute, amity was afraid of getting rejected too! that's a parallel i didn't even realize!

i wasn't expecting to see amity this episode! it looks like her parents let her keep her purple hair. that, or the twins are using illusions to hide her hair from their parents.

i love how hooty's solution to getting amity to the owl house is to straight-up eat her. that's one way to do things.

i really want to know more about house demons. are there more than one? are they all bird-like? are they born as houses or do they just inhabit houses? so many questions and not enough lore!

the way luz interrupted amity when she suggested "forgetting" about what happened in front of blight manor reminded me of how eda kept interrupting king last episode when she thought he was going to tell her he was planning on leaving.

i'm not gonna lie, i skipped through the majority of the tunnel of love scene. that kind of thing gives me second-hand embarrassment like you wouldn't believe.

my heart shattered into pieces when amity said that the idea of her adting luz was stupid. she obviously doesn't believe it, but she's probably been trying to convince herself of it.

this part had me terrified that the lumity plot for the episode would end there. thank goodness it didn't, eh?

the ending

AAAAAAAAAAAA

okay, okay, let's start from when hooty freaks out for a third time, after the tunnel of love.

i thought it was funny how hooty ripped himself out of the door in order to run (?) away. at least we didn't have to hear all the sounds this time.

wait, "things always get weird when hooty's upset"? has this kind of thing happened before?

gosh, the part where king's voice powers saved luz and amity was so cool. i saw somewhere that the animator wanted to reflect the lesbian and bi flags and they did a great job.

eda encouraging luz to ask amity out was so cute. we stan a supportive mom, always.

and then comes the scene everyone's been talking about. oh my gosh, this was done so beautifully! it was equally awkward and cute, the way it should have been, and the fact that they both asked each other was perfect!

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY AMITY IS WHEN SHE SAYS YES!!! this is the happiest we have ever seen her, and it's adorable.

something i really love about this scene is the fact that they didn't say "i love you" or even kiss, like what seems to happen in a lot of confession scenes. they just held hands. it was probably one of the most realistic confession scenes i've ever seen. it kind of reminded me of when my gf and i got together.

oh yeah, that's right! they're officially together!!!!!!! FINALLY!!! i was not expecting anything that happened in this episode, but out of everything this one was the most surprising. holy SHIT! we have a canonically sapphic couple! in a disney cartoon! a disney cartoon!

honestly, i hope everyone has gained more respect for hooty after this. they've helped further the plot more in one episode than anyone else has done throughout the rest of the show.

we got to see king's dad properly for the first time! i don't think we'll see him in "eclipse lake", but maybe we will in the episode after that? i hope so.

everyone's freaking out about hooty eating the letter but... can't they just... throw it back up? like they did at the beginning of "really small problems"?

predictions

to my knowledge, the next episode is going to be about amity looking for an ingredient for the new portal. i also know that eda, king, and hunter will be there too. i don't know what to expect, but i am very excited. until next time!

#the owl house #toh #hooty #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #raine whispers #luz noecda #amity blight #toh hooty #toh king #toh eda #toh raine #toh luz #toh amity #lumity #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #language #language tw #tw language #tw: language

[jean-kayak]

Anon Request: As someone tired of Y/N’s being spineless cowards around fangirls that disrespect her and cause her issues cuz they love her bf, let’s have Atsumu, Terushima, Oikawa, and Sakusa react to their usually gentle black!gf clocking these bitches with no hesitation. She’s nice and tried to avoid them, but they wanted to intimidate her and they were greeted with a fist to the face with the force of a pro-boxer.

Fangirl: Stay away from him! He belongs to us!

Y/N: 🙂 *cocks back and punches her before looking at other fangirls* Anyone else? No? Good, I’m getting my back blown out after this anyways *goes to her bf*

A/N: lmfao, anon, thank you for giving me a good laugh with this one

Characters: timeskip!Miya Atsumu, Terushima Yuuji, Oikawa Tooru, Sakusa Kiyoomi

🏐This was one of his games that you could finally go to, your schedule finally being cleared up

🏐It definitely wasn't the same watching your boyfriend play on TV, once again amazed at your boyfriend's talent

🏐He had scored the game winning point, his teammates and the crowd growing wild

🏐You hadn't told him you were coming, wanting to surprise him, so you waited outside of the stands, but you could see the many reporters lined up to interview him

🏐When he was done, you couldn't help but bounce on the balls of your feet, ready to see his reaction

🏐He doesn't notice you at first, so you call his name, and he looks around, his eyes widening when he spots you, and he's running over to you quickly, giving you a huge, sweaty hug

🏐"What're ya doing here?" he asks in disbelief, and you respond that you finally had free time from work

🏐He gives you another hug despite your protests before peppering your face in kisses, and your giggles stop along with his kisses when someone calls his name

🏐You both look and see a group of women all with his jersey number on them, and you instantly recognize them as the fangirls that you've noticed always hanging around whenever he did interviews

🏐He keeps his arm around your waist, and he steps a little closer to them. "Can I help ya?"

🏐You don't miss the way they eye you, and you raise an eyebrow at them

🏐"Is she your sister?"

🏐You laugh beside yourself at the petty question, not even being the least bothered by it, and Atsumu denies it, telling them that you're his girlfriend

🏐They all seemed more than shocked. "Oh," one of them starts. "I just expected her to be different?"

🏐Now you're pissed. Atsumu starts to defend you but you cut him off. "No, no, it's alright. They clearly have something to say," you start, stepping forward. "So, if you do. Say it."

🏐They all look between each other as you raise your eyebrows. "Atsumu there's no way you'd go for someone like her--"

🏐You deck her in the face, rolling your eyes when he falls onto the floor like a dramatic bitch

🏐"Oh, no, it looks like my hand slipped," you reply sarcastically as Atsumu's eyes widen, never seeing you or expecting you to do this

🏐You start walking away, stepping over the girl rolling on the ground holding her nose before turning to Atsumu. "Babe, you gotta get changed, right? Let's go."

🏐He jumps out of the shock he was in, glancing down at the girl on the ground, who's now being helped up by her friends before he runs after you

✂️"I know, I'm sorry. I'll remember next time," and you roll your eyes at the phrase that he says every time he forgets

✂️You were visiting your boyfriend at work because he had an annoying habit of forgetting his lunch

✂️You walk into the salon, seeing Terushima immediately, and his eyes widen in surprise before turning into a guilty smirk when you hold up the food

✂️"What did I tell you?" you scold when you walk up to him, and he kisses your forehead as he takes the food from you

✂️He thanks you again before giving you a soft kiss on the lips, and you're walking towards the door when you hear it

✂️"You know, Yuuji, you're pretty cute. Did I ever tell you that?"

✂️You stop in your tracks, spinning around on your heels to see his client blatantly flirting with him when you know she saw you interacting with him

✂️He responds with an awkward chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck, stating that he's taken, glancing your way

✂️"Oh, I didn't notice," she replies, and you watch her with a deadpanned look

✂️You walk up beside him, tiltling your head to the side

✂️"You need something?"

✂️She doesn't even seemed phased, giving you a simple shrug that makes you narrow your eyes at her

✂️This was sort of a regular occurrence, but no one's been this bold before, and you always caught the stares from other women, because duh your boyfriend's hot

✂️"This your girlfriend?" she asks, distain in her voice. "She seems like a bitch."

✂️"Excuse me?"

✂️"Aww, don't be like that. Most guys lower their standards, you know?" You cut her off, your fist connecting with her face before Terushima can even blink

✂️She actually tries to fight you back, but she obviously loses, getting to the point where her only goal is getting you off of her

✂️Terushima's thinking that's my girl, but then he's like oh shit, I have to stop this LMFAO

✂️He's quickly pulls you off of her, having a surprisingly hard time doing so

✂️"You chose the wrong one, bitch. Show your face here again and see what happens." She's quick to leave, and when you finally calm down, you realized that you just beat up someone in public, and Terushima almost loses his job 💀

🇦🇷You both stop when you hear someone call his name, both of you turning your attention towards the voice

🇦🇷You were walking out the gym hand-in-hand with your boyfriend going somewhere to celebrate after another win

🇦🇷When you walk out of the gym, the crowd has pretty much disappear due to Oikawa having a ton of interviews

🇦🇷He wraps his arm around you as you both laugh at an inside joke that you both had before he plants a kiss to your forehead

🇦🇷There's a small group of women with flags and wearing your boyfriend's jersey and he gives them a polite smile

🇦🇷This is nothing new for either of you, both of you already knowing what they want

🇦🇷He asks if they want a picture, already knowing the answer, and you easily take the pictures, this routine like clockwork to you

🇦🇷They giggle happily as you hand the phone back to one of them, and they all thank him before one of them speaks up

🇦🇷"Uh, this might sound weird, but are you seeing anyone?" You blink dumbly at her, like they didn't just see the two of you together

🇦🇷Oikawa has the same look on his face as he walks back to you, wrapping an arm around your waist before kissing your temple as he gives them a duh look, silently answering her question

🇦🇷"Are you sure?" another asks, and both you and Oikawa frown at the same time, as you feel yourself scoff

🇦🇷"More than anything in the world," he responds confidently

🇦🇷This isn't the first time fangirls have tried to come between your relationship, and he'll be damned if he lets it happen again

🇦🇷They all give each other questionable looks as you roll your eyes

🇦🇷"Is there a problem?" The tone in your voice surprises him, this being the first time he's heard aggression towards someone

🇦🇷"No, of course not," one answers sarcastically before reaching over and tugging your boyfriend over to them, the force so hard that he almost falls over. "We just think he would look better, happier with one of us."

🇦🇷You chuckle as you shake your head, and you reach over to take your hand off of your boyfriend, but she grabs at your wrist

🇦🇷Your reflexes are quick to kick in, and you yank both yours and Oikawa's wrist out of her grip before punching her in the face, probably harder than you needed to, but you were fucking pissed

🇦🇷Another girl tries to lunge for you, but you buck at her, making her quickly recoil. "You trynna get hit too?"

🇦🇷Oikawa's more than surprised, but he quickly puts his hand in yours before pulling you away from them with a proud smirk on his face

😷He sighs heavily as he turns to see a couple of women walking towards the both of you, his shoulders slumping slightly

😷Sakusa's never been a big fan of groups of people coming up to him after games, his number one priority getting home and relaxing after his game

😷You understand this pretty well, always helping him make his way out of the gym trying to find the route with the lowest chance of coming in contact with a lot of people

😷You had just made it out the doors, and Sakusa's about to take a breath of relief when he hears someone yelling his name

😷He's not really used to having "fangirls" a term that you use, and bottom line, he doesn't like it

😷They always crowd him, always trying to pry into his personal life, which is why he was so drawn to you when you first met

😷You were the complete opposite, more on the gentle, quieter side which he appreciated, liking that he could come home to you after a lot of excitement and just relax

😷"I'm sorry, but Sakusa doesn't really do pictures," you speak up, another reason why he really appreciates you, showing you by giving your hand a soft squeeze

😷But to his dismay, they don't back down, they actually turn pretty hostile pretty quickly

😷"Oh, relax, it's just one picture," she argues, and you give her a small smile

😷"I know, but seriously, he doesn't really care for them," you try again, and they both scoff

😷"What are you? His babysitter?" You raise your eyebrows at them as you turn your body towards them

😷"I'm his girlfriend. And I'm telling you that he doesn't want a picture."

😷"Well, you seem like a piece of shit girlfriend." You run your tongue over your teeth as you nod your head, and she actually has the audacity to try and reach for you

😷Before Sakusa can stop her, you dodge her hand before clocking her in the face, she hunches over in pain

😷The other girl tries to do the same, but you repeat your actions, putting her in the same position as her friend

😷"You got some audacity you dumb bitch, the fuck?"

😷To say the least, Sakusa is floored, your actions he least expected to come from you

😷"Hope you enjoy your broken nose. I'm gonna enjoy my boyfriend fucking his piece of shit girlfriend into next week."

😷Sakusa chokes as you pull him away, his face heating up at your words

😷"Did you really have to end with that?"

#atsumu headcanons #terushima headcanons #oikawa headcanons #sakusa headcanons #miya atsumu x black reader #terushima yuuji x black reader #oikawa tooru x black reader #sakusa kiyoomi x black reader #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #hq!! headcanons #hq headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq!! #hq

[toujoursmiraculous]

Thoughts and Reaction to Crocoduel

It's super late and I'm exhausted so I may not be as usually detailed lol Nino's expression when Rose lied to Luka about why Marinette wasn't there. xD I love how he's so involved. And yeah, trying to get Marinette to go to the party like she wouldn't know what Alya's trying to do lol She's Ladybug, that kind of thing's not getting past her!

Yes Alya, that's why she's Ladybug!

Honestly, it's such a bad situation for her to be in. Luka's been akumatized twice because of his feelings for her. The thought of her being around him makes her believe he'd be akumatized from the reminder of seeing her. And she cares about him to not want to have to be the reason that happens to him and having to fight him. Not wanting to cause him pain so she avoids, I get that. But at the same time, things like this need to be talked over first and decided on rather than assumed. "A talking trashcan? Cool!" Why is this something Adrien would say lolol Poor Juleka needs to learn to speak up if she's not happy or comfortable with something. :c She feels so isolated and ignored a lot, but a lot of that is she's too quiet and doesn't speak much so it's easy to not hear her when she does say something. The way Luka was so happy that Marinette would be going to their birthday party. 😭 Jagged throwing himself out the window and hits a wall, and Luka being like "Uh... yeah he's a bit odd..." but Anarka wasn't even phased XD Guess he's always been this eccentric. "I'm so happy everybody's coming!" Me: 💔 Not everyone comes of course, *cough* Adrien *cough*, but we all know it's because Marinette's coming. xDD Yeah Marinette's flight-or-fight response kicked in real quick! Gave me That's So Raven vibes too. "*crazily crashes into something* I'm okay!" Just the fact Gabriel Agreste knows so much about Marinette's relationship that Adrien doesn't even know about is so messed up honestly.... Like he legit knows about their relationship history. So when she's with Adrien one day, that's something he can judge her for. 🤦 Luka, almost gets akumatized but all his friends remind him how Marinette reacts when things are awkward and they all love him, with a hug. Juleka, almost gets akumatized feeling guilty and bad she can't just speak up and caused problems (that aren't even her problems), but Marinette lets her know she never should've asked her to keep Luka away from his own birthday party and gives her a hug. Jagged & Anarka, okay guess someone's gotta get akumatized today. I forgot only Chat Noir and Ladybug are supposed to know Jagged's their dad lol I couldn't imagine being at a friends party and suddenly walks in like the most famous rockstar and he says he's my friend's dad. But not even Rose knew! Juleka never told her :O "Oh...I should have known better..." LOL Shadow Moth in this episode is a bit different, but funny. xD "You need to talk to your father, that's how you fix things." Ahem Marinette, is this some foreshadowing of what you need to be doing with Chat, hmm? "*pops up out of seemingly nowhere* JAGGED!" Everybody's scaring this man. Shadow Moth you should be taking notes from Jagged on being a father. He's a better father than you and he wasn't even around, now it sounds like that wasn't fully what he wanted to have happen. Sounds like Anarka broke Jagged's heart. :c Lol it's going to be interesting to see all the excuses Alya comes up with now XD Marinette definitely needs help in that department. "Chat Noir, where are you?!" as she's being chased by 2 akumas. I'm sorry, Chat Noir can't come to the phone right now, he's busy getting his makeup done. I was wondering why he wasn't at the party, so this makes sense. Sucks he can't attend his two friend's birthday party. If you think about it, Adrien probably asked but was denied. So Gabriel knew something would happen there and got the akuma ready for it. 🤦 Poor Adrien doesn't realize important info he's giving to Hawk Moth by talking about things normal kids should be able to tell their parents about. xP Wow Ladybug got hit by a cannonball and smacked into and went through a wall. Wow that's gotta hurt. 😬 "Bugaboo, do you promise we won't be like them when we get old together?" "For that to happen, we'd need to be a couple first, Kitty!" Hmm. Chat Noir hasn't been like this for quite awhile now. And her response seems a bit different to it than usual. Shadow Moth: So uh...now what? Guess I'll have to wait this one out. Hm. "Evidently

their love has died." "Yes, but that's not a reason to stop talking to each other." "*gasp*" Okay, I know what you're thinking from this scene, but this was just him realizing that this situation applies to him and her words are what he needs to do. Probably. "Luka, don't stay here. We'll talk later! I mean, it isn't safe!" So that went right over Chat Noir's head (no questioning at all why she'd need to talk to Luka later?) but I think Luka might've noticed. He just stared after them and didn't even acknowledge Chat at all. He may or may not start sussing things at this point, we'll see. Okay so I totally love Roarr xDD These Kwami are so adorable and interesting! x333 And Purple Tigress is SO FREAKING COOL!! I think appearance-wise she's my absolute favorite. o.o Chat Noir: You're a tigress? Meow! That means we're almost family! As he's almost cuddling up on her. And it's a wonder why Ladybug for the longest time didn't believe he actually loves her. And it's no wonder Nino says all those things about Chat Noir in Rocketear I mean ooof Adrien.

Yeah, that was my reaction to her power too. Except poor Chat looks like he feels his power is weak in comparison to hers. :c But then told it was his turn, he was super thrilled to Cataclysm it. xD Poor bb. They emphasized Chat's ring beeping. But Ladybug hasn't had that problem even once.... I wonder if it's because she's the Guardian now? Yay Juleka's starting to speak up and speak louder! I can't wait to see this episode in English! Juleka talked more and louder back in the early days of the show, but she gradually became more quiet. I'm glad this experience and Ladybug's advice is going to help her overcome that. Ooh Juleka and Jagged's father daughter moment at the end 😭😭😭So sweet! Luka: "When are you telling Adrien how you feel?" Marinette: "Oh uh..." This is what I was trying to avoid! Luka: "It hurt way more not talking to you than talking to you, Marinette" Oof I know how that feels. Sometimes you'd rather deal with the pain with them around as your friend than have them out of your life altogether adding even more pain onto it. Yay Marinette and Luka can now be friends without her worrying about him. Or at least, so it seems. So that's great! It looks like this episode was animated by SAMG, it looked really pretty with some nice fluid movements! It definitely looked different to me than previous episodes this season that also looked nicely animated, so I'm really not certain, but this one looks more their style. This episode was really nice, felt more like a classic episode! Chat Noir had a lot of importance in this episode and we even got a classic flirt scene from Chat. It did have that "to be continued" feel to it, like it's just a piece to a puzzle. And Purple Tigress and Roarr are so cool I hope we see them more soon. Now to get prepared for Wishmaker on Saturday.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml spoilers season 4 #ml season 4 spoilers #crocoduel spoilers #toujoursmiraculous thoughts and reaction #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #purple tigress

[nightswithkookmin]

MONDAY, JANUARY 18TH: GOLDY'S LOG

I miss Suga. Scratch that. I miss Agust D. My spirit animal.

I've been thinking about him a lot lately, wondering if his injury isn't an exemption to military service. I wonder if he qualifies, in light of his injury, as an able body. I wonder what their law defines as able body.

I wonder if he passed the legal physical exam and health assessment test when he turned 19, since he's had that injury way before debut. Or if BTS have undergone that mandatory military service assessment since they are all past 19 and what their results are.

Jimin has chronic back pain too. That should qualify him for an exemption to military duty. He can still do desk work if it's that serious.

I should talk to ***** and look into South Korea's law on exemptions to military service.

Moon values the arts and culture industry. There's already been an extension for conscription for the benefit of BTS. Their success and longevity in the spot light perhaps influenced this decision. Should BTS maintain this momentum, an exemption would be inevitable I feel.

I miss them. They've been gone for too long. I'm worried about the impact this is going to have on their popularity if they disconnect from fans for so long or be mechanical about the way they connect with their fans.

I hate the limited access to them. But Scarcity increases the value of a product and it's not surprising if this is the approach BigHit is adopting in the wake of the pandemic.

Limited access not only raises value, it creates demand. Bang PD is a bigbrain marketing genius- I hate it.

They are taking a huge risk with this new marketing strategy. Personally, I'd stick to what works but then I am no marketing guru. Just a consumer who likes to play it safe. I guess I won't be getting hired anytime soon. Fuck.

It's all very fascinating.

What's equally fascinating is the shippers out here on these streets. The Jokers.

I... they confuse the hell out of me sometimes.

How are they going to question my rationality when I talk about moments I feel Jikook are having issues in their relationship or had broken up etc but then have no problem with and even applaud that same rationality when I talk about moments that has led me to believe there is lack of depth in Tae Kook's dynamics or that they are not real by any standard or that another ship in BTS isn't real.

Do I have two minds? Or are they more inclined to be selective in their beliefs based on their biases towards Jikook and against other ships? It's weird.

By the same lens I define Jikook as real, I define Tae Kook or any other ship that includes JK and Jimin as not real. And by that same lens if I feel Jikook aren't together then I'm wrong and irrational?

It really confounds me.

Not sure if they expect me to apply double standards to Jikook in those instances.

I don't think there is right and wrong opinions or perspective when it comes to shipping, but I think if they are right about me being wrong about my perspective on Jikook then I must be wrong about my perspective on any other ship in BTS as well.

I can't be right about one and wrong about another. I'm either right about all or wrong about all.

I can't be 'right' about Tae Kook having 'issues' in their bond in such a way I think it often bars them from fully nurturing their bond and developing depth to it but then be 'wrong' about Jikook also having issues that mess with their bond from time to time when it's the same measurement I use in accessing the depth of bond of both ships.

I really don't understand their way of thinking.

What is right and what is wrong and who decides on that?

I think we ought to substitute right and wrong with 'believe and believable.' The approach to such discourse should be about what one is willing to believe or not believe about certain discussions: I believe this. I don't believe that. Because believes stem from our personal biases towards a subject.

And the people that come running to me with 'look, Jikook smiled at each other in On era so change your mind'

I would except I hear this debate all the time. I wonder if they realize they sound exactly like the Tuktukkers in my DMs trying to convince me Tae Kook is real.

'Look Tae sat on JK's laps! How can you say there is no depth to Tae kook' ' He squished JK's cheeks' 'Jk said he wants to ride with Tae, if there was no depth why did he say he wanted to ride with him'

I have a feeling Soft Koo is back. The days of Terminator JK might be over. Too bad, I liked terminator JK. He was a bad ass.

I like that he is experimenting with his looks. But I'm glad his Ravi-esque phase is over. I wonder who he is drawing inspiration from this time. He reminds me of Jimin though. There is something peaceful and serene about his looks.

Can't really tell much because Bighit is sitting on tons of footages. I think I need to send a truck to Bang PD HQ.

I don't like that Jimin posted a Vhopemin photo for Tae's birthday. It was cute and all but I don't like it. That shit felt passive aggressive as fuxk. Lmho. What, he didn't have a V or Vmin photo in his gallery? Sounds like someone didn't put much effort in their VMin agenda for this post.

I wonder if he will keep the same energy come JK's birthday. I mean both him and Tae didn't post for him💀

May be I'm reaching on this one. But a single post where V was not even the focus of the post... I think his birthday means a lot to him and he enjoys when people shower him with love and attention and I don't think his birthday is an exception.

And he kept reiterating after such said birthday how he recently discovered he loves to be loved and how he does most of the things he does in order to be loved by his fans, friends and family.

And it breaks my heart that, the headlines read BTS shower X, Y with love on his birthday but the two people close to him were missing from that list this time. The media talks about BTS posting for eachother as them showering eachother with love. Certainly they all know this.

And the fact Jin posted for Tae after Tae's birthday says a lot about Tae and JK. Tae had no intention of posting perhaps because he left JM a message on the packages. With Jin I feel he was overcompensating for not posting for him on his birthday...

JK gets a pass. If JM wasn't happy about him not posting for his birthday, he would have pulled a Jin.

Jimin talking about coming to the realization he loves to be loved makes me think JK withholding his affections openly made him come to the realization he loves to be loved. Just a hunch. And the only reason JK would withhold his affections is if Jimin himself estopps him. Those two give me headaches.

I think I got the closure I needed from this.

LESSON: dont get on JM's bad side and bloody post for his birthday 💀

Tae been releasing photos of Jimin and Jhope a lot lately. Not sure how that makes me feel either. I think it's beautiful. But when I think about all these beautiful photos he has of Jimin on his phone and how generous he is with them- I think they would have been more meaningful had he released it on JM's birthday. The snow photo he posted still sits in my Vmin heart somewhere.

I really don't like this not posting for each other's birthday business. It's 2021. They need to cut it out.

I feel JK set a bad precedent but personal happiness first so good for him.

This moment haunts me for some reason.

What was going through V's head. I want to know. RM looks done. Lol.

Jimin is really beautiful. I love his eyes when he smiles and the thing he does with his shoulders.

Some people complain I write a lot. Some say I don't write enough. Ayayayai!!!!!!

What to do.

I think I accidentally deleted a post.

I'm looking forward to JKK1. Stay Gold, Still with you, Your eyes tell... I hope he hasn't given his best away cos those were bops.

PJM1... oh God I'm nervous. I'm excited for it but nervous. I think Serendipity is a classic. The Christmas song was equally great and frankly the only good Christmas Ive heard so far and I don't even like Christmas- nothing against Baby Jesus I just think it sucks. That bridge in Dis-ease is something.

I want to read his thoughts. His spotify playlist is insightful but I want to confirm if he really sees himself as a mess who is always causing his lover grief.

I mean he did say he has realized he needs to be considerate towards those that love him. Not sure yet the connection there.

I want to read his thoughts.

PJM1....

I love JHOPE. I think his ship with Jimin is beautiful and healing. They make my insides warm. Not sure if their shippers think they are real. Do they? That would be awkward.

I think RM and Jimin need to spend time together... it would be good for them.

Jimin and Sungwoon shippers are alleging Jimin has been staying with Sungwoon all this while. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

But the bit about him living with Sungwoon before the start of Bon V 4 has me🤔

Around that period, I don't believe JM was at the dorms and Jikook were not together then too. He must have been staying somewhere...

I'll let them have that.

But around November 2019 when he was having issues with JK he was staying with Tae too so no I don't think that means Sungwoon is queer or that Jimin is sleeping with him💀

They need to get out of their imaginations.

I think Jikook will drive me crazy one day.

I can feel my cranium swelling.

JiRose shippers need to pack it up. They really think Jimin is straight? 💀

It's the bad editing for me.

That doesn't look like a straight face to me. Unless his butt was on fire and he was uncomfortable looking at that black interviewer, I think that's his flirting face.

Lately I've been thinking about what ifs.

What if Jikook is not real?

I wish I believed that.

[daisukissed]

the better one | m.osamu

❧ pairing: miya osamu x gn!reader, slight miya atsumu x reader

❧ synopsis:

miya osamu was never the one to compare himself to his twin brother. he doesn't care if his brother gets more attention, is better at volleyball or is preferred over himself but as he watches you with your arms slung against atsumu's shoulders, mouth kissing him passionately like he's some sort of drug, he wishes this once, just this once, that he could be the better one.

❧ genre: angst, mild fluff

❧ warnings: none

❧ word count: 3.7k

Ding dong.

The door bell chimes through the secured walls of the Miya household, alerting everyone present in the vicinity.

Or just one, Miya Osamu.

The tall athlete stops at whatever he was doing, turning to wash his dirty hands instead in response to the door bell, feeling the cold water run against his skin.

Ding dong.

Another ring sounds off and the boy reacts quicker. He dries his hands off with his clothes, rushing his way to the front door. Twisting the metal doorknob, the wooden door opens it's way to the outside world.

You jump at the sight of the gray haired boy, a dark blue apron cladding his muscular build. It somehow suits him, you think.

"Um, is Atsumu here?"

The high school male observes your demeanor, recognizing you as his twin brother's girlfriend. He remembers Atsumu introducing you to him very briefly at school, the class bell interrupting the two of you before you could add anything else other than your name. He didn't really have the time to garner an opinion on you due to that.

Finally taking a good look at your face, he realizes that you're an exact image of his brother's type. It's no wonder how you managed to capture the condescending blonde's heart.

"Tsumu's buying groceries right now, he'll be back soon. Come on in." Osamu recalls, his muscular back already turned back into the house.

You follow his footsteps, taking in the nooks and crannies of the room. The softwood wall matches perfectly with the white ceramic floor, the furnitures within the area complimenting the both of them as well. It isn't the most lavish house nor the most special one but it's certainly the coziest one you've been to.

Taking a seat on the white couch in the living room, your eyes lock on the high school boy a few meters beside you, occupying himself in the kitchen where you can see the countless utensils lying around, a few rice grains sticking here and there.

"Ah! Are those the new samples you're working on?"

Osamu stiffens slightly at your sudden question, turning his head to face the numerous rice balls you were talking about.

"Yeah, I guess you heard from Tsumu?"

Giving him a sheepish smile and a slight nod from your head, you continue on your conversation with the light haired male.

"That's right..." You stop, contemplating whether or not you should say the next few words.

"He wasn't quiet happy with your decision, after all."

Osamu can't help but scoff lightly as a corner of his mouth twitches up in disdain, the glass plate that he was previously washing completely ignored, water gliding down the surface and to the drain.

"Sure he wasn't. Nobody was."

Osamu hates the fact that he could feel his own chest tightening, his words littered with a hint of stubbornness and... hurt?

Hurt. That's what he felt when his brother ridiculed his decision, when his parents gave him doubtful looks about his plans, when even his fangirls begged him to keep doing volleyball. It was as if the whole world was against him pursuing his passionー

"Well, I personally think that you made a great choice."

The whole world except you.

"Oi Tsumu, give these a taste!"

The young boy yells from a distance, making his way to the room beside his, a plate of filling rice balls in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

He doesn't know what changed or how it happened but his twin have been unusually supportive of his passion as of late, agreeing to support and help however he can.

Not taking any of his rare kindness for granted, Osamu constantly feeds his brother unhealthy amount of rice balls each day, asking for his thoughts and opinions.

Today was no exception.

Pushing the door handle with his elbow, he opens the door with a push of his body, careful not to spill the water nor the food he's holding.

Grey eyes immediately widens slightly as they are met with an unexpected visitor, their legs tangled up with another's as they try to wriggle their way out of the other boy's grasp.

Your cheerful laughter cuts short as you notice the young male in front of you. Putting the tickle war that happened just moments before to a stop, you give Atsumu who is hovering you a push, causing him to notice the said man as well.

"Sorry for disturbing, I'll-"

"Don't fret it, are those for us?" You give out a kind smile, waving your hands to shake off the boy's apology.

Osamu nods his head in uncertainty, eyes glancing towards his brother only to see a displeased look befalling him, probably from the disturbance of he and his girlfriend's time together. An uncomfortable feeling settle into his chest, making him regret his decision of barging into the room even more.

"I'm not eating any, I've been eating those for three days straight now."

Standing up from the sturdy bed you've been sitting on, you take the ball of rice made by the boy, one for yourself and one for your sulking boyfriend.

"Now, now, one more can't hurt." You say cheerfully, practically shoving the dish to the boy's face. Atsumu frowns to which you reply with what looks like an innocent smile, prompting the blonde to sigh in defeat and snatch the rice ball from your hand.

Seeing him take a huge bite of the triangular rice, you smirk smugly before giving yourself a mouthful bite as well.

Osamu stands still awkwardly as he watches the two of you dive into the meal, observing any slight change in expression on your face.

"This is the best you've made so far." Atsumu states, taking more and more bites despite his earlier reluctance.

You bob your head in agreement, eyes widening in shock at how well all the flavors mesh together.

"Itsch rweally gud!" You try to exclaim, words slightly muffled due to the amount of food occupying your mouth.

The small amount of nervousness in his body disappears completely when he's met with nothing but positive remarks, pride slowly welling up in exchange.

Seeing the elated look and chubby cheeks from your face, Osamu can't help but feel his own mouth curling into a soft smile.

You find yourself visiting the two siblings much more often now.

What used to be just the two of you became three, Osamu appearing more and more frequently in between the dates you and your boyfriend shared.

Silent movie nights turns into popcorn fights and unprofessional reviews, dinner with takeouts into massive taste tests of various riceballs.

It's a change that you nor Atsumu minds, honestly. He's glad that he could spend his time with two of his most favourite people while you're just happy to gain a new friend.

Ringing the melodious doorbell you've heard more and more of lately, you patiently wait for the recipient from the other side, swinging your feet back and forth as you stare at the white painted door.

It only takes a couple of seconds before a tall figure came to view, thick eyebrows lowered into a quizzical frown.

Osamu was for sure not expecting you to be at the front of his doorsteps when he opened the door, smiling at him innocently like you're supposed to be here.

It would've been okay if things were under different conditions.

If his twin, Miya Atsumu was actually home. Did you not know? Did he not tell you? He really couldn't believe that his brother would leave you without informing you about the youth camp. Just how ignorant could he be?

"Tsumu's not home."

"I know that?" You give him a matter-of-fact look, tilting your head in confusion.

More questions fill the boy's mind as he wonders about the reason of your visit. You never really came unless you were accompanied by your boyfriend so what was your point in coming when he's away? It couldn't be for his parents, you and Tsumu weren't at that level yet and of course, it couldn't be for him, you guys never really talked unless it was with the presence of his brother (much to his disappoinment). The two of you settle with friendly smiles and subtle waves instead whenever you passed by each other at school.

Choosing to squeeze pass the still boy instead of waiting for him to let you in, you invite yourself into the spacious house, the white walls you've grown familiar with welcoming you warmly.

"Can a person not spend time with a dear friend without their boyfriend?" You ask rhetorically, turning back to give your gray haired buddy an enticing smile as you raise the bag of store-bought rice balls in your hand.

If Osamu had known that letting you in that day would result to the constant pain eating at his chest, aching at every sight of you, he would've prevented you at all cost.

The unspoken boundary between you and Osamu was crossed the moment you spent your entire day in the boy's presence. The two of you were no longer threading the thin line between friendly gestures and close actions, already passing beyond that awkward phase.

Within the few days that the blonde was away, you and Osamu had already shared numerous inside jokes (none of them explained to Atsumu for entertainment purposes), countless shitty rom-coms (you complained about his tastes, to which he argued that you just don't understand the art behind itー as if there were any in overused clichés and sappy kisses) and of course, you couldn't forget the various spontaneous outings (the competitive arcade games, the midnight car rides, the trashy cooking competitions)

His days were slowly filled with you, providing him with a giddy and blissful feeling that he hadn't felt in so long. Even when his twin brother had finally arrived home, the two of you continued to spend your time together, no matter if the yellow-haired was present or absent.

It almost made him forget that you already have your heart set on his brother. Almost.

"Oh, so ya can't make it?"

"Yeah, Tsumu just invited me out. I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you next time, promise!"

Ahー of course, relationships come first after all. It's no surprise that you would choose to spend your time with your boyfriend in preference to your best friend. Anybody would do the same.

"Hm, sure. Have fun." Osamu mumbles, not being able to prevent a twinge of his bitterness seep out from his words as he ends the call, the monotonous beep being the last thing he hears.

Turning back from where he was heading to, the silver haired male walks down the lone and empty street back home, only the sound of faraway children accompanying his journey.

He feels like shit. Like there's someone kicking dirt into his heart, staining it with this ominous emotion that he wishes he could scrub off. It doesn't help the fact that the sun's setting down either, bringing down the mood even more as it bids goodbye to the land it shone for, the once warmly lit place diminishing into a gloomy abyss.

He shouldn't feel so disturbed. So irked, so agitated, so upset. That would just prove the insatiable feeling buried deep inside his chest, hiding in denial all this time. The feeling that eats away his skin, leaving him bare with nothing but his pride and ego to defend with. The so-called feeling named jealousy.

And Osamu is a person with dignity before a person that is jealous.

There is no way that he harbors any sort of feelings towards you that are more than platonic, that his heart skips a beat whenever you scoot closer and soars at the sound of your mellifluous laugh, or that he finds himself thinking of you in every corner of his house, like the spot you always sit on the living room couch and the kitchen mug you always favor more than others. He isn't supposed to find solace in the way you ramble non-stop about another series you've grown fond of, feeling himself relax at the soft lull of your voice, neither is he supposed to feel an evergrowing tenderness in his being at the sight of your face, always beaming in contentment, eyes so bright that it brings shame to the sun, like there's nothing wrong in this ruinous world. He can't.

Not when his brother is head over heels for you.

You've been spending less and less time with Osamu these past few days. He's always either holed up in his room, the kitchen or even worse, not even in the house at all, using the same repeated excuses that you've heard more than you could count.

"Samu's not joining again?" You inquire, plopping on the cushioned seat beside your boyfriend as he scrolls through a collection of movies displayed on the TV.

"Yeah, said he was goin' to study or something." Answered the blonde, his muscular build shuffling closer to you and a lean arm making its way around your shoulders.

"Study?" That's not right. Osamu would rather take a scooter to an ankle than actually study.

"I know, I was surprised too." The athlete responds in a tone of agreement. His fingers pause upon a poster of what seems to be a grotesque movie, the image of a bloody mask staring at you menacingly. Shifting his line of vision towards you, he asks for confirmation on his movie of choice and despite having mixed feelings about it, you agree. How could you not when he's looking at you like a child begging for ice cream?

The film starts off tense, the atmosphere heavy and surroundings gloomy. Fifteen minutes in and you're already on the edge of your seat, hands gripping at the strong boy's arm in fear of a sudden jumpscare. You take a glance at your boyfriend, observing any signs of distress or terror and sure enough, there were none. You're not even surprised at this point, Atsumu's a maniac for the thrill and pumps of adrenaline provided, you're not.

Just like Osamu.

You sincerely wished that he was present in today's marathon, wanting someone to share your hatred for horror movies with. With your constant anti-horror buddy being gone, you realized the huge role he plays in your overall experience. The continuous jokes he makes whenever the character does something stupid, the collection of curses spewing from his mouth that accompanies your obnoxious scream when something horrific suddenly pops out. Despite being scared shitless himself, you never actually see him reject any of your spoiled requests. He would always run you down on what happened when you're too scared to watch, Atsumu being too focused to do it himself. His explanations were confusing and all over the place (probably due to the fact that he himself watched through the slits between his fingers) but he gets the job done. Not to mention the times you would beg him to accompany you to the restroom, trembling arms linked together as you travel down the dark corridor leading to it (the one Atsumu insists on keeping the lights off, something about maintaining the mood), leaving him all alone once you got in.

It's those little stuffs that gets you feeling extremely grateful for your collected friend and when a bright idea suddenly shots into your mind, lighting up a lightbulb over your head. You push yourself off the couch, immediately scampering towards the simple and neat kitchen, switching on the lights by the counter.

Atsumu, who got disturbed at the sudden brightness and sounds of metal clanking, pauses the motion picture in action, giving you a bemused look.

"What are you doing?" He asks, watching you prep a variety of ingredients and condiments with raised eyebrows.

"Making riceballs for Samu! His brain's probably fried by now and is in major need for sodium." You explain, scooping a hefty amount of rice into a large bowl and salting it generously after.

The tall athlete smiles defeatedly at your thoughtfulness. He was almost frustrated, honestly but he knows better than to be jealous at your kindness towards his careless sibling. Stepping into the kitchen, he turns on the faucet by the sink, roaming his hands through the rush of cold water.

"Need any help?"

Osamu lets out a frustrated groan, laying his head on the cold hard table in hopelessness, folded arms serving as a cushion to lessen the pain and discomfort. His head's aching from all the numbers and letters he forced himself to absorb, mind too tired to comprehend anything anymore.

But it's better this way, anything's better than the constant thought of you; the slightly indecent snorts mixed with the melodious ring of your laughter, the soft gaze you occasionally give out, the one where you could feel the admiration just by looking at it, your eyes brimming with nothing but warmth and love. It's a shame that none of those belongs to him and he knows that it never ever will be. You see him as nothing more than a friend, your boyfriend's brother. Osamu himself acknowledged this already, even way before the two of you got close.

That doesn't mean it hurts any less though.

He wants to stop. Stop feeling so infuriated and defeated. So desperate. So pathetic. He'd do anything to remain rational and unbothered at your presence, to not have butterflies swarming inside his stomach and flowers blooming inside his heart. He needs to. Osamu will not let a single chance in having these emotions linger any longer. He'll get rid of the venomous bud you planted so secretly yet fondly, erasing it before it blooms into something more acidic; something that will burn through his skin, leaving him vulnerable with nothing but leftover bones.

And what better way to do that than avoidance?

It started off small, like cancelling your usual plans with him, making up blatant excuses to cover up his antics. Then, it was not joining you and Atsumu's table at lunch, choosing other group of friends to eat with. Finally, he stopped seeing you altogether, avoiding any sort of situations or places that could potentially harbor your presence. He was doing so well. Oh, so well.

Until a knock sounded off from his door, intruding his fatigued thoughts.

Until your figure came in moments later, bringing with you a savory and sweet smell, overfilling the room in mere seconds.

And of course, until you set the massive ball of rice on top of his table, its white grains and hot steam staring at him along with that lovable smile of yours.

You really just can't give him a break, can't you?

Snacks of all kinds and video games of different genres are splayed messily on the carpeted floor of Osamu's room.

You let a yawn escape effortlessly, bringing up a hand to cover your indecency while the other remains the hold on your black controller, taking a slight break on attacking the group of enemies in front of you before continuing to do so again.

"You really think we can finish this run by tonight?" You ask in a weary tone, hours of gameplay and shouting beginning to take effect on your body.

"Hm. Probably not." The boy to your left replies casually, hitting the pause button when he sees the look of exhaustion riding on your face, eyes softening at the sight.

You crash into the bed behind you, back leant backwards and arms stretching to its maximum height before falling down feebly. A sigh breaks free from your lips, hinting your utmost disappointment as you position your head to lay against the bed more comfortably, eyes closing when you found a good spot.

"All that work for nothing then."

The ash haired boy watches you rest in complete silence, taking in the littlest bits of details. As the blue light from the television's screen illuminates your skin perfectly, highlighting your features in his dark room, long lashes glistening like the stars adorning the night sky, he wonders, if you yourself, is a star as well.

And just like stars, you're impossible to reach.

Miya Osamu was never the one to compare himself with his twin brother. He doesn't care if his brother gets more attention or has more fans than him. Doesn't care if his brother's better at volleyball and is personally more sought out than him. Doesn't care if his brother's labelled as the better twin in general, him dulling in comparison.

But as he watched you slip your soft hand in between the other boy's calloused one, fingers intertwined and cheeks a rosy pink.

As you wrapped yourself against the boy's built body, leaning in until no space is shared between the two of you, providing a warmth that he could only imagine.

As your arms slung against Atsumu's shoulders, standing on the tip of your toes as you kiss him passionately like he's some kind of drug.

He wishes this once, just this once, that he could be the better one.

A head falls to Osamu's shoulder and he visibly stiffens a bit. Glancing sideways, the view of you in deep slumber against his body brings heat to his cheeks. He can hear his heart palpitating against his chest, the beat of it signifying his utter adoration towards your entire being.

He wants this moment to stay forever. The feeling of your cheeks pressed against his shoulder blades, the warmth radiating from your proximity, your soft snores accompanied by the sound of his running air conditioner. It was as if the two of you were the only ones left in this world, in his dimly lit room with no disturbance nor interference apart from the sound of faraway cars speeding the lonely city.

He wants it so bad.

Yet he knows that if he stays for even another second, he'll never let you go.

And he would rather go through this suffocating feeling a thousand times than to see the hurt on your face when you and Atsumu argues.

So ignoring the tightness in his chest, he picks you up in the most gentle way possible, carrying you to the athlete's room beside his and leaving with an evermore ache in his heart.

#haikyuu imagines #miya osamu #osamu x reader #haikyuu!! #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu fics #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #OSAMU FUCKERS COME GET YALLS FOOD <3 #remember fellas!!! we should never compare twins against each other!!!!!! #unless you're saying that osamu's the better twin 🥰🧚‍♀️💘

[bintturaab]

You can ignore if you don't feel like answering. In this courtship situation- his values are very similar to mine, the closest I ever found. he has many admirable qualities. But in the limited interaction our attempt at humor is painfully unfunny and we don't really get each other that well in deep talks. We don't really click. He says that he is very into me but tends to downplay it to the point that it appears it's circumstantial, nothing special, like it's nothing he's excited about. Opinion?

Part 2 of the question:

I wanna add, he's respectful and I can respect him too. The downplaying bothers me mostly. Although in any hint of this not working out, his tone changes and he doesn't hold back then

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

I'm sorry for the late response sis. I really really don't know how to answer this. As it is, courtship is like a very important and sensitive phase and it's important to make the right choices yet it's confusing as heck. Also I have never quite been in that situation so I really don't know what to tell you.

But, the only thing that I can say is, if you cannot imagine yourself being with him, or having a future with him, then maybe rethink things about moving forward. If you can't see yourself being able to hold a conversation around someone or you don't feel comfortable then idk how it's meant to work out. But then again it's just so natural to be shy and awkward and unable to truly be yourself during this phase because in Islam there is no dating or freemixing, so to be able to get out of that shell and enter your comfort zone might be tough.

I may be wrong, but from what it sounds like, his downplaying probably might be his shyness or awkwardness at handling things? Otherwise I don't think he'd get serious when you suggest that things won't workout. However, do focus on yourself, and perhaps be straightforward with him and just tell him the things which bother you and see where it goes from there? Also, keep making istikhara and definitely discuss with trusted people and get their outlook on things as well. But don't let anyone manipulate you or pressure you into making a decision. It's your life, your future, and your call. Think things through and make dua for the best.

But, again, lol I do think, at least personally, that if you don't get someone on a basic or a deep level, it's hard to be with them. At least I know I'd get tired easily, and I would absolutely hate to lose interest in someone who's supposed to be with me in life and afterlife. So do give it some serious thought.

If anyone wants to add any further perspective do so, idk what else to say tbh. Things like this have so many sides and variables to it.

#q #read the comments too anon