#exams are just. ya know. you just review what you know

[astrxealis]

okay my school has a thing rn where the seniors in business strand are having little stores and they are SO COOL !! also there’s subtle pride merch so haha

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #i got the pretty crystal jewelry. i love crystals and stuff did you know. should be obvious w me liking raha #ALSO FUN FACT my little pony was my CHILDHOOD i was obsessed w the crystals stuff there. the crystal ponies and all #i want to laugh /pos SORRY THAT IS SO RANDOM OKAY. mlp was my childhood man. i used to think of discord mlp when i saw discord the app #YOOOOO ANYWAYS !! cute fruit theme goin on adn the shirts are OVERSIZED!!!! and there are pronoun PINS !!! #i barely ever use my money tbh uhh notably i only used money in conquest and then monthly for my ffxiv sub but tbh parents do it for us #MWAH i love them. but ya also kinda sucks bcs i've grown to not be used to money at all!!! idk what counts as expensive or not #anyways woa the coffee also looks super cute. also theres LETTERS !!!!! wow idk how much money i have and will spend #the seniors scare me even if they're around my age. just a bit older LMFAO #arghhh i just rmbrd ill be taking review classes soon ... sobbing. not excited for entrance exams At All

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

So Much To Learn

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: a lot, again; Sub!Spencer and kinda mean dom reader, oral (f receiving), age gap (reader is 21), hand job/teasing, honorifics & pet names, marking a lot, p in v sex, they both talking diiiiirty, minor praise, risky sex, multiple orgasms, edging, squirting- I think I got everything??

Genre: Smut kinda fluff and like minor minor angst if you squint

Summary: You don't react well when you realize someone else is giving your professor boyfriend entirely too much of their attention

A/N: technically this is a continuation of So Much To Teach but order is arbitrary lol

Part 1< >Part 3

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The weeks after Spencer's confession in his office are- fun to say the least. Meeting in secret, teasing him in class, it's all very exciting. With finals just around the corner now though, you're not sure what it means for the two of you. Will he be interested in establishing anything solid with you once you're out of his class? Will things continue as they are? Will he toss you aside only to replace you with another student from another class next semester? The last possibility bothers you more than you'd like to admit. You'll have to find a good time to bring it up to him soon. Between preparing for final exams or papers and Spencer's near insatiable appetite for time with you there's never a moment you want to risk ruining with what will no doubt be an awkward conversation.

There's a slight knock on the door at the back of the classroom that interrupts Spencer's lecture and your wandering mind. Everyone turns to see another professor walk into the room.

"Oh shoot. I'm so sorry Spence I- I thought your class would be over by now." Professor Greene says. She has the decency to look remorseful although you've noticed her sniffing around Spencer for a little while now so you roll your eyes to yourself.

"Oh don't worry about it Professor Greene we're just wrapping up, come on in." Spencer says kindly. "Alright guys reminder, your finals are online and are due at the end of finals week- that's Friday in two weeks' time. We're not meeting on Thursday but next Tuesday for our final meeting time together I'll be having a review session. It's not mandatory but I'll be here during our class time to answer any last minute study questions you may have. I hope to see you next week but if not good luck on all your finals, if you're graduating congratulations, enjoy your holidays, and have a good day!" Spencer dismisses the class. Usually, you'd linger to drop by his office after class but with Professor Greene about to commandeer his attention, you're not sure if you should. Still, you take your time packing up your things while listening in on their conversation.

"I really am so sorry I interrupted your lecture, Spence. I just wanted to ask about the staff meeting I missed the other day." Professor Greene says.

"Oh don't worry about it, Professor Greene but I can email you my notes from the meeting real quick." Spencer says walking over to his computer.

"I've told you a thousand times Spencer call me Ellie." She says patting his shoulder. Spencer mutters something you can barely hear as you exit the classroom. You don't catch the way his eyes trail after you for a moment before he focuses back on sending this email.

"Y/n!" Matt calls pretty much as soon as you make it out of the classroom.

"Oh, hey Lewis. What's up?"

"Was wondering if you were free to meet up sometime to do some studying for the final? Ya know that way we can help each other with things that are confusing and anything we can't figure out together- we can bring up next week during the review session."

"Ya know what that's a great idea Matt. Why don't we do Thursday- since we don't have class we can just hit the library during that time." You suggest.

"Perfect. I'll meet you at the library on Thursday then." Matt smiles, rushing ahead to catch up with some friends. You make your way to Spencer's office like you do after every class although usually you walk together. Today you sit on the bench that's a few feet from his office and wait for him while reading a book.

"Sweetheart. I was wondering where you ran off to." Spencer says when he reaches his office.

"Didn't want to interrupt. She likes you, you know."

"What?" He frowns over his shoulder at you as he unlocks his office door.

"Professor Greene. She was totally flirting with you when she came in during class." You stand up and follow him into his office.

"Was she?" He hums.

"You're telling me you didn't notice?" You scoff.

"Do you want me to notice other women flirting with me?"

"I don't care, Spencer, you're not my boyfriend-"

"Hey, that's not fair." He frowns. You know it's not, Spencer told you early on the only thing stopping him from labeling your relationship was because of how risky it is to date your professor, but you're apparently facing jealousy and it's making you mean.

"I was only saying she's being really obvious. Whether you're interested or not though, is your business. I have some studying to do so I can't stick around today but I didn't want to disappear without letting you know." You say dismissively.

"Y/n," Spencer says softly.

"I'll see you next week." You tell him, turning on your heel. You need to get your feelings under control and quickly.

"I'm not interested in her. You have to know you're the only one on my mind." Spencer says before you make it out the door. You're not even sure what to say back, so you leave without a word.

You've never considered yourself a jealous or insecure person but for some reason, Professor Greene really gets under your skin when it comes to Spencer. Maybe it's because you know it would be easier for him to date her, she's close to his age and there's no taboo surrounding that pairing. That doesn't make feeling this way any less annoying. I mean- you've been ignoring her attempts at making advances at him for the past couple of months but you think the stress of exams and final papers is exacerbating a feeling you normally wouldn't even notice. Honestly, you have entirely too much else going on to be wasting time focused on staking your claim over a man that's only yours in locked offices, empty halls, and dark rooms. You don't fight over men, if Professor Greene can 'take him from you' she can absolutely have him.

By Thursday when you meet up with Matt, you've managed to knock those ugly thoughts of Spencer and Professor Greene to the back of your head, drowning yourself in studying and paper writing. You have no problems in Spencer's class, even before you were fucking him you had an A average so his final is the least of your worries but you know a review can't hurt. You spend way longer than the length of a class studying with Matt, he's a good student which appears to come with great effort on his part. He goes over things in such depth you're actually a little impressed and for a moment there you wonder what it would be like to pick the easy lover. Matt's kind, and attractive, and it would be much less complicated, no sneaking around- well maybe a bit but it would be for fun, not out of necessity. He'd walk you to class holding your hand, and kiss you on the quad, you'd probably adopt his whole friend group, they're athletes whose girlfriends always seem to be adored by all of them. It would be nice, it would be sweet. If things with Spencer do end at the end of the term you'll seriously consider falling for Matt. The version of reality where you end up with him sounds good. If only you'd realized it before Spencer caught your eye so severely. Would things be different? Would you be holding Matt's hand across the table right now? Sitting next to each other in class? Having him over to study late into the night until you'd have him just stay over because you don't want him to leave so late? It seems silly to spend so much time dwelling on a world that you gave up months ago. You blame it on the stress of the end of a semester.

When Tuesday rolls around you go to the review session knowing you don't actually have any questions but maybe someone will ask one you didn't think of that will come in handy. There are not that many people here for the review, some kids from other sections for sure, but still only maybe 20 of you in total. Spencer tries a number of times to catch your attention while he answers questions to gauge how you're feeling but you don't give anything away on your face. That is until Professor Greene walks in about halfway through the review session.

"Hi Spence! Sorry to interrupt, I know you're reviewing for finals and stuff but I ordered a sandwich for lunch and they gave me 2? I just thought I'd offer you one." She smiles as she scurries to the front of the room. Spencer catches the wry smile that just barely cracks your poker face for a moment and he's almost nervous to address Professor Greene.

"Oh- I appreciate it Professor Greene but I brought lunch, I always do. Perhaps Mike would like it if he's on campus? I know he usually buys food at the student center for lunch." He offers. Graceful rejection. Hopefully enough to keep you happy and put off his coworker at the same time. You make a point to not react outwardly but you do notice his choice to call her Professor Greene while calling another professor in the building Mike despite her giggling request last week to call her by her first name.

"Mike?" She blinks at him.

"Yeah he's- probably doing some grading in his office upstairs." Spencer smiles. "Anyone have any other questions for me?" He turns his attention back to the small group of students who mostly seem ready to leave after watching the exchange.

"The exam is a combination of multiple choice and short answer right?" A woman asks.

"Correct, just like your exams in class." He nods. "It- seems like we've covered all your questions guys so, I think it's okay for us to wrap this up a bit early yes?" Spencer asks. Professor Greene is still in the room but Spencer avoids her gaze diligently as the class murmurs affirmatives.

"Spence before you head off can I speak to you for a moment?" Professor Greene asks quietly while the rest of the room is busy packing up their things.

"Of course." He answers reluctantly. "Miss y/n, don't go far I have an assignment of yours I'd like to discuss in my office." Spencer tells you before you can even stand up.

"Sure prof." You drawl resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"Look Spencer the sandwich was- a decoy. I mean they did give me an extra that I wanted to offer you but it was really an excuse to ask you something else." Professor Greene's tone is hushed as you and a few others are still milling about the room.

"Oh- well what is it?" Spencer asks though his gaze shifts to you every so often. You who sits so seemingly unbothered waiting for him, chewing gum, tapping away on your phone, not even looking their way although your ears are definitely paying attention.

"I'm having a little faculty get-together and I wanted to invite you personally."

"What, like going out for drinks?"

"Yeah exactly! Will you be there?"

"Uh- email me the details and I'll let you know."

"Awesome! I really hope to see you there Spence." She places her hand on his arm and he quickly walks over to his satchel to escape the touch.

"I'll- see what I can do." He mutters. "Is that all? I don't want to keep y/n waiting all afternoon."

"Y/n?" She frowns.

"My student? The only person in the room. Who I asked to wait up when I dismissed everyone?" Spencer frowns at her.

"Right! I guess I forgot. One track mind sometimes." She waves off with a giggle. How unnecessarily dismissive.

"Y/n. My office. Ready to go?" He turns his attention to you without even addressing her comment.

"Whenever you're done." You shrug.

"That would be now."

"Alright. Let's go." You stand up and exit the class before him.

"I'll see you at the gathering Spencer." Professor Greene says as he follows you out. You don't say anything as you walk down the halls with Spencer trailing behind. He thinks he handled that well but he can't tell. It's like you're being hard to read on purpose. He unlocks his office door and lets you inside before him, shutting it behind him.

"Look I-"

"I think you should go." You tell him first.

"What?"

"To her little get together. I think you should go." You shrug.

"You do?" He frowns which deepens when you nod. "Why?" He asks.

"It's good for you to socialize with your coworkers." You offer noncommittally.

"You're in a better mood about her today than you were last week." He says carefully.

"Is the door locked?" You ask him.

"What?"

"To your office. Did you lock the door?"

"Oh- yes. I always lock-"

"Yes is sufficient." You say sitting in his office chair.

"Sweetheart, talk to me, what's-" He stops when you hold up one of your hands.

"Spencer, drop to your knees." You say.

"What?" He blinks at you.

"It's a very simple instruction, I would expect a man with as many degrees as you hold would be able to understand a 4-word command."

"I understood it fine I just-"

"Then why are you still standing? If you understood it Spencer do it. I want you on your knees. Now." You cross your arms. Spencer slowly, unsurely, lowers himself to his knees, still by the door to his office. "That's better. Come over to me. And just so we're clear you'll have to crawl." Spencer bends and shuffles over to you on his hands and knees, gaze pointed at the carpet in his office. You've discussed the possibility of him giving up control a number of times but this is not how he expected today to go. When he's by your side you lift his chin up to force his eyes to yours. "Finals week starts in two days Spence, I've got three papers and two exams to think about. I don't have time to worry about if you're going to behave or not." You tell him.

"I-"

"Choose your next words very carefully baby they might just ruin your day." You warn him.

"I would never misbehave darling. My loyalties are to you." He says softly.

"Are you willing to prove that?" You ask.

"However you ask me to." He says immediately.

"I like that answer." You hum. You tug your dress over your head and drop it on his desk. "You can start by removing my panties with your teeth." You tell him. "Just your teeth. I want your hands behind your back." You add. Spencer shuffles forward and tugs at your underwear with his teeth. You move only when absolutely necessary to help but he gets them off after a few moments and holds them between his lips, looking at you for further instructions. "Good boy professor." You pull them from his mouth and drop them on the desk beside your dress. "You'll need your mouth free for this next bit." You say threading your fingers into his hair. "Your loyalties are with me you said?"

"Of course princess." Spencer's reply is breathy.

"Hm- no, not princess. Today you can call me mistress or your queen. I'll let you choose but only between those two. Anything else will get you in trouble and- today is not the day to get in trouble."

"O-okay, My Queen."

"Good. And as for proving your loyalties, you can begin with your head between my thighs, let's see how loyal you are." You spread your legs and tug at his hair still in your hand hard enough to shove his face directly into your center. Spencer is quick to react, his tongue laps up your juices as eagerly as you'd expect. He will regularly spend ages between your legs when he can just because he enjoys tasting you so much. Your back arches as he thrusts his tongue into your pussy feverishly. "Yeah, oh fuck, keep going. Show me- show me your devotion." You moan out as you grind against his mouth. Spencer groans into you as you pull at his hair. His tongue curls inside you just barely brushing against that spongy patch and you have to bite your lip to keep from squealing when he does. Spencer's nose nudges at your clit as he focuses his tongue on your inner walls until your legs stiffen around his ears. When that happens he drags his tongue up to your clit and focuses his attention there, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking on it while his tongue lashes it with figure 8s. You almost scream when your orgasm crashes into you, fingers tightening in his hair and your back coming off the chair as you ride the waves of your release. "Don't- don't stop Spence. Fuck- keep sucking my clit." You pant out. Your eyes squeeze shut at the almost painful stimulation, but you want a second orgasm from him before you let him up for air and you plan to get it. You swallow your whines from those first few moments of post-orgasmic overstimulation and force Spencer further into your heat, practically smooshing his face against you. Your moan when overstimulation gives way to pure pleasure again is enough to have Spencer clenching his fists as more blood rushes to his already painfully hard dick. It fills him with a new level of determination as he sharpens the movements of his tongue against you. Your second orgasm builds quickly, and within a few minutes, you're shaking again, this orgasm covering Spencer's face and even squirting onto his shirt. You pull his hair harshly enough to move him away from you as you take a few deep breaths. Spencer sits panting, covered in your juices, pupils blown so wide there's no trace of his hazel-colored irises. "Look at what a mess you are." You hum. "You look pretty like this."

"Thank you- mistress." His voice is hoarse.

"Strip and sit on the couch. You can walk this time." You tell him. He stands, though a little unsteadily, and walks over to the loveseat, taking off his shirt and then his pants before sitting down with his gaze trained on you. You take your time standing from his chair and walking over to him, detouring to grab your jacket that you'd tossed over your backpack upon entry. You won't put the dress back on for now, having totally soaked your lover you have no interest in walking out of here in a damp dress, but your leather jacket will be fine. Spencer watches you with rapt attention as you finally approach him, his dick is an angry looking red flopped against his stomach and his whole body is tense. You drag a finger across his thigh and then up the length of his dick, slowly, reveling in the way he jolts at the contact.

"P-please." He gasps out.

"Please what Spencer?" You tilt your head at him.

"I- I need you to do something my queen I can't- it hurts."

"Do something? I'm already touching you. You need more?"

"Yes mistress, please." Spencer's head is tossed back against the couch as you trace the veins along his dick lazily.

"You're a greedy thing." You hum.

"Please mistress- please my queen I need- god please sit on my dick. Need it so bad- need you. I can't- can't help it." Spencer grips the cushions beneath him tightly, desperately trying not to squirm under your touch.

"Only because you beg very cutely." You tell him swinging your leg over to straddle him. You grip the base of his dick in your hand and lower yourself onto him with a satisfied hum while he lets out a guttural sound that makes your walls clench around him.

"Oh god thank you, my queen. thank you, thank you. You feel so good." Spencer pants out. You brace yourself using his shoulders and set your rhythm, bouncing on his dick quickly.

"Spencer, you're not allowed to cum until I say so." You tell him, grabbing his face to make sure he's listening.

"O-okay mistress. Of course mistress." He nods frantically.

"Fuck Spence this is what you're good for, this is where you belong. Filling me with your pretty little cock, covered in my squirt, you're mine aren't you baby?" You huff as you ride him furiously.

"Yes my queen yes. I'm yours. Just yours. Only you get to use me, touch me, take me. Only you make me feel so good." Spencer groans. You feel his body tense up under you and slow your pace almost to a stop.

"Not yet Spence." You mutter sweetly kissing his neck. You stay there for a few moments, grinding against him as you take some time to litter his throat with hickeys of various sizes some of which are quite dark as well. Dark enough that you're sure he'll have them through finals week. When you're satisfied with the marks covering him you pick up your pace again and his small whimpers from your lips against his skin turn to full-blown moans again. "This time Spencer you can cum, but you ask first." You tell him. He nods at your instruction and while you should scold him for not using his words you'll let it slide considering how close you know he is. He barely manages a few minutes before he's stuttering out his request.

"C-can I mistress please can I cum?" He pants out frantically.

"Good boy. Yes you can." You chuckle airily at the relief on his face when you give him permission. You keep pace until heat spills into you at which point your hips slam down harder against him even when he begins hissing from overstimulation.

"M-my queen I- too sensitive w-wait."

"I said you could cum baby but I didn't say I'd be done with you. Today you're my toy and I'll use you as long as I want. So be good and let me play." You say, letting yourself relish in the feeling of filling yourself over and over, even as his release leaks out of you and makes his thighs sticky. You moan in surprise when Spencer's dick hardens again inside you. "Oh- fuck. Well aren't you just the perfect plaything- eager to keep your queen happy."

"I- I- yes mistress." He whines. You ride him for a while longer, taking all he has to give and then some. He fills you two more times before you're satisfied and you make sure you have a couple more releases of your own by the time you're climbing off of his completely spent dick. You walk carefully over to his desk and grab his pack of wet wipes before walking back over to him, cleaning up the utter mess around his thighs. If he didn't look so exhausted you'd have him clean the mess on your thighs with his tongue, but right now you think if you asked Spencer to do anything else he'd simply collapse, so you take a few wipes to clean up yourself once you're done with him.

"You were very good today Spencer. I'd say you more than proved your devotion." You tell him with a gentle kiss.

"You're mean when you're jealous." He chuckles breathlessly.

"So are you professor." You tap his nose and stand to dress yourself. You pick his clothes up from the floor and lay them on the arm of the chair for whenever he gets the energy to stand and dress himself. You find his lunch and set it out for him on the table as well while you're at it.

"Are you leaving?" He asks, barely able to focus.

"Well- I do have some studying to do. Will you be okay? Do you want me to stay?" You ask. You won't leave him if he's going to drop but you've set up food, cleaned him up, and made sure he knows he did well.

"I- I don't want Professor Greene you know." He mumbles.

"I know, that's why I think you should go to her gathering. With all those pretty marks on your neck, she'll surely get the hint." You say. You bend over and gently brush some hair from his eyes. "You make me feel so territorial." You mutter.

"I'm sorry." He pouts.

"It's not your fault, it's unavoidable but- I don't like hiding you." You say.

"I don't like hiding you either." Spencer takes your hand in his. You pause for a moment and sigh.

"Do you want me to stay with you, Spence?" You ask brushing your thumb against the back of his hand.

"Can you spare the time?" He asks.

"Sure. But at some point, we should talk about what the end of the semester means for us." You say. Spencer sits up and you sit on the couch letting him rest his head in your lap.

"When you finish all your finals I have a question for you." He slurs a bit through his declaration.

"Why not just ask me now?"

"I want your head clear." You can barely make it out, he's obviously falling asleep, your fingers against his scalp lulling him too quickly. You're still high off adrenaline now, not quite ready to sleep but you know you'll feel the effects of this later. Good thing tomorrow is study day and you can get away with not leaving your apartment.

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A/N: I was gonna post this on Friday but I’m posting it early as a thank you for all the love on part 1 already 🖤

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid

[itisme-rosie]

-- displays of affection; james potter, sirius black, remus lupin x reader (separately) wherein they are affectionate in the most irritating (lovingly said) ways possible.

cw: fluff!! cursing (the colorful language kind)

[ review for the math exam? no, fluff >>. ]

masterlist | rules

[ james potter ]

"you, sir, are staring" i muse, not bothering to lift my head to meet james' stare that burned holes into the side of my head, "any reason in particular as to why?"

"i don't know what you're talking about," he murmurs back, and from the corner of my eye, i see that he didn't shift away from me in his seat. james remained leaning on his folded arms against the table, not turning his eyes away from me, leaning even closer if that was possible.

i reach out one hand, the other flipping through the tome in search of the chapter we had to read for our history class to pat the top of his head, even lightly pinching his cheek, much to his chagrin.

"there, there, you big baby," i laugh quietly, thumbing over his cheek in an attempt to soothe him but he only pouts frowns even more.

"remus was right," i hum and he perks up a little at that, only for his face to scrunch up a little.

"our moony's always right," he huffs, "it's just a matter of what he's right about,"

"i don't know, you might not like what he's right about this time, and i am not about to be in the middle of a debate between you two,"

"it can't be that bad,"

"- is exactly what you said when he warned you about the bertie bott's every flavor bean, you know, the spinach flavored one, and you were so insistent that it was mint just because it was green, and he said spinach and mint were 2 different shades of green and you still ate it and you wouldn't talk to him until -"

"alright! alright!" james waves his hands around, hurriedly rushing to my side to clamp a hand over my mouth, "i got your point," he drops his hand with a sigh - albeit a very dramatic one, "perhaps it is better if i never know,"

and down back on the table his head goes, and my hand shoots out to run my fingers through his hair, smoothing it out a little.

"there, there, jamesie," i laugh as quietly as i could in the middle of the library, "all remus was right about is how pouty and clingy you get when you're tired,"

[ sirius black ]

"i despise you,"

"really? can't tell from that - ow - gorilla grip you have on my arm,"

"this is the last date i am ever letting you take me on - you know i despise mazes almost as much as i despise you - you, i despise most of all, top 1 on the list of things i despise,"

"don't worry darling," he muses, the circulation in his arm slowly getting cut off from how tightly you were clinging to him, "i won't let anyone get ya,"

"and also," he moves his head so he could whisper in your ear, "kinda nice that i'm number 1 at something in your life,"

"you're hopeless,"

"hopelessly in love -"

"now you just sound like james, cut it out, black,"

"that's my best mate you're insulting," sirius gasps with false offense, his hand on his chest, "besides, where do you think he learned it from?"

"birds of a feather indeed," i manange to half joke before one of the maze actors pop out, prompting a scream that dies out quickly upon realizing that sirius had begun laughing.

"i hate, hate, hate you," you grumble once more, detaching from his arm so you could swat at him. multiple times. multiple enough times that the actor that had been standing awkwardly beside you both after scaring you had coughed and retreated back behind a particularly tall haystack.

"you scared the poor man away, love," sirius barely mananges to speak through his wheezing laughter.

"it's only right, he scared the shit out of me,"

"oh i'm sorry my love," your boyfriend notices how you tremble a little, a small smile cracking his lips when he notices your ever so nonthreatening and adorable demeanor with the matching clenched fists at your sides and he embraces you tightly, rocking you both back and forth, "let's look for the guide and get you out of here, yeah?"

"you are never planning our dates again," you sniffle, from the cold or otherwise, it didn't quite matter so much anymore.

sirius tilts his head so you two were face to face, lightly bumping his nose with yours as a silent apology, "you're in charge, boss," he quips, kissing the tip of your nose and grinning when you start to smile.

[ remus lupin ]

remus never understood the appeal of beanbag chairs.

he sits on them, of course, and he finds them rather comfortable, but the problem lies upon when you're sitting on them.

you sit on them religiously, on one in particular - it had been a gift from your family over the holidays and it's been permanently attached to your behind. remus finds the attachment endearing, of couse. moreso the strange positions he finds you in when he stumbles across you sprawled on it and asleep, but he'd never admit to that.

if there was one thing he enjoyed more than that was cuddling close to you while he read and contemplated life and right now, all he got was patting your head while he laid on a couch in the empty common room, staring up at the ceiling and the details painted onto it while you stayed seated on the beanbag chair on the floor, head bowed while you went over your essay for the hundredth time.

your neck cramps a little, so you adjust how you sat, moving your neck a little and remus - dear, sweet, perceptive remus - gently runs his thumb over the back of your neck, right where the cramp was, and you groan.

"oh, that's the stuff,"

moony chuckles, concern veiled behind his casual tone, "you're awfully tense darling,"

"nonsense," you murmur, head and neck going limp as you ease into his gentle movements, "i'm quite alright, just...need a break,"

"well, if you didn't slouch -" he begins playfully.

"you, remus john lupin, are the last person that should be lecturing me on my posture," you huff, eyes fluttering open to glare at him with no heat in my eyes.

he raises his hands in surrender and you frown at the loss of contact on the achy spot on your nape, turning to face him but remus simply sits up, gesturing for you to turn around before he starts to massage the knots and cramps up your neck and down your shoulders.

"merlin darling, is your neck not aching?"

"feels numb mostly,"

"and you didn't think it was concerning?"

"well, it doesn't really bother me because i can't exactly feel it,"

"well, that's the problem sweetheart," remus says placatingly, and he chuckles, "you're supposed to be able to feel the back of your neck,"

"i've been using the beanbag chairs too much," you admit, "the back of them aren't really sturdy, so i don't lean and i end up slouching,"

bingo, remus lets a mischievous smirk you thankfully can't see grace his lips, "so it was your slouching? and i was right?"

"never said that," you answer abruptly, stretching when his hands leave the area it was massaging, "but if there is one thing i will be doing, it's sitting with you on the couch, scoot over,"

and he does, tugging you into his open arms and hugging you tightly, pressing kisses on your cheek while his hands rub your back comfortingly, "tell me where it aches darling, i'll help you feel better,"

#hp x reader #marauders x reader #marauders fluff #hp fluff #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader

[devildom-moss]

Punishment (Lucifer)

What has Lucifer done wrong, and how will MC try to punish him?

(Lucifer x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Lucifer / dom!MC) (plot-heavy) (NSFW tags: degradation for Lucifer, "puppy/pet/good boy" used with varying descriptors, puppy/pet play, bondage, tail butt plug, use of aphrodisiacs, jealousy, mild cuckholding, neglect, leg humping)

Word Count: +2,900

It had been a long day. On top of your classes, you had just spent four hours reviewing for an exam with Satan in the library. Sure, you were prepared to do well when the test came around in a few days, and it was worth it to have the weekend free so you could relax, but the effort was draining. The last thing you wanted to deal with was one of the brothers’ stupid antics. Yet, you rushed to Mammon’s room the second you heard his blood-curdling scream just as you stepped foot in the entrance.

“Mammon! I’m coming into your room!” you shouted through the door before entering. His only reply was an agitated wail.

When you got in, Mammon was strung up from his ceiling, struggling and sobbing. He wouldn’t even acknowledge you. Instead, he muttered weakly, “go away. Make it stop, please. Please, stop it.”

The tears were flowing down – or rather, up – Mammon’s face, dropping onto the glass top table below. He looked so miserable and pitiful that you would have expected the entire house to be ablaze in order to justify this punishment. You dragged the table out of the way before throwing every pillow from the couch and all of Mammon’s bedding onto the floor below him.

“Mammon, can you hear me? I’m going to get you down with magic. I can’t reach the rope from here. Relax, don’t thrash around too much, and you’ll be fine,” you yelled up at him. He still ignored you, crying even harder in response. You felt a few tears hit your arm. What could he have done this time?

You released the rope from the ceiling and Mammon came crashing down – almost safely, barring a few bruises. Still, Mammon was sobbing and begging for some invisible threat to leave him alone. If he had appeared less horrified, you might have assumed he was telling you to go away, but Mammon wouldn’t look at you and had never seemed so afraid of you before. Something was horribly wrong. From this distance, you could sense a curse concentrated in that rope. Luckily, when you tried to untie him, no harm came to you.

The second the rope hit the floor and was removed from around Mammon’s body, he seemed to awaken from his previous state. Tears were still coating his face, but he was finally staring directly at you. With a few more seconds to process, Mammon wiped his face and jumped into your arms.

“Ya saved me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! That jerk, Lucifer, put a curse on me and everything I saw was right out of a horror movie. I was up there for three hours, MC. Why didn’t you come to my rescue sooner?”

Lucifer had strung Mammon up and cursed him with horror movie hallucinations for something as small as ditching one class – which was practically insignificant as far as Mammon’s antics are typically concerned. That was the last straw.

Admittedly, Lucifer had been acting like a little bitch all week. He was snippy and moody – an unrelenting and unforgiving presence that added to your stress instead of alleviating it as he often attempted to do. Maybe he would behave of his own accord, and you could have a relaxing weekend for once, but you weren’t chancing it. You headed to his room to squash the problem at its roots.

“Lucifer, are you in there?” you shouted through his door after a few harsh knocks. “Open up. I don’t want to kick your door in.”

Lucifer opened his door, flustered to see you. His brows were scrunched in confusion, “the door was unlocked, you know.”

“I,” you started. Fuck. “Well, I’m not in the habit of opening other people’s doors without permission.”

“My brothers are resistant to retraining,” Lucifer sighed and stepped aside for you to come in. No, fuck off, you do that too, asshole, you thought. However, that wasn’t your point of argument this time, so you decided to drop it.

“So, what the fuck is wrong with you?” you questioned him.

“What?”

“You’ve been so bitchy all week, and this stunt with Mammon – seriously? He ditched one class, and you’re torturing him for it. That was way too far. He’s been pretty normal all week. What kind of bullshit are you taking out on him? He’s not your punching bag.”

“That’s none of your business,” he retorted, failing to look at you. “Stay out of it.”

“Are you fucking kidding me with that?” You stepped forward. Now his eyes were on you – cautious and unblinking like some wary animal. “I live with you all. Every one of you drags me into your shit. How was I supposed to stay out of it? I had to heat up a pack of Mammon’s favorite noodles and hold him until he stopped crying. How is that an appropriate punishment?”

“I’ll repeat myself,” he adjusted his gaze and straightened his posture, “stay out of it.”

“That’s all you have to say?” It was as if his pride had blinded him to the pain he inflicted on others. His lack of explanation only cemented his wrongdoings. He knew he was in the wrong, and instead of apologizing and correcting himself, he dug his heels excruciatingly, irritatingly deeper. You grabbed the collar of his uniform roughly, inching yourself closer instead of pulling him in. Summoning all your annoyance, you spoke: “what the fuck? You come to me with so much, and now that I ask you directly when something is clearly wrong, you keep that mouth shut? For what? So you can cause me more trouble?”

No one else could pull those terrified doe eyes out of Lucifer like you could. When you glanced down at his offensively silent mouth, his lips were slightly parted, and his lower lip trembled ever so subtly that it appeared to be a trick of the eye. He shrank in the face of your anger – crumbled at your justice.

“I didn’t. . .” Lucifer trailed off as he averted his gaze – his voice lost in the short oblivion between your lips and his.

“What?”

“I didn’t mean to take it all out on him.” Lucifer admitted, slowly suffocating his pride.

“Why did you?”

“He was texting you when he ditched.”

“And?”

“I wanted to be the only one you paid attention to – not just then, but all week.”

“You were being a little bitch all week because you were jealous?” you scoffed at him. That was a poor excuse.

“And pent up. I keep touching myself to the thought of you – but it’s not the same.” Lucifer took one of the hands grasping at his collar and lowered it to the bulge in his pants. He lowered his gaze to the floor, face flushed pink, and muttered, “see?”

You only left your hand there long enough to feel how hard he had gotten in your presence before pulling back. “That’s a sorry excuse. I’d rather you just be sorry. I think a punishment is in order for you.”

“Me?” Lucifer hesitated, but the glint of hatred in your eyes – the kind of hatred that exists temporarily in moments of extreme annoyance that seems indistinguishable to participating parties – terrified him. He nodded cautiously. “Okay.”

You guided him to the foot of his bed and commanded him with a firm “sit and stay.” Lucifer obeyed while you left briefly to find a rope that Solomon had enchanted and gifted to you (don’t ask). You tied his hands together and instructed him to try and break free. He failed, much to his visible irritation.

“Solomon really is a talented man,” you chuckled. Lucifer let out a low growl in frustration.

You untied his hands, and he rubbed the mild rope burn from his escape attempt. Now that you had confirmed the strength of the enchantment, you could tie him up properly. With no display of lust of affection for him, you stripped Lucifer until he sat bare at the foot of his bed. You tied his hands behind his back prettily and transition that tie into a harness around his torso before securing the end of the rope to his bedframe with about 4 feet of slack for him to utilize. He couldn’t move far, but he could move.

“Isn’t this suitable: you sitting at the foot of the bed like a dog on a leash?” He looked so pretty with the deep red rope digging gently into his skin and his face flushed pink up to his ears, but Lucifer didn’t deserve to hear how gorgeous he was. “I already know you’re a thirsty little bitch, so I brought you something.”

When you left to retrieve the rope, you brought a few other items of interest, including a shallow bowl and a pastel pink moon milk with an aphrodisiac in it. Asmo had been gifted several cases of it and gave one to you with the (inevitably crushed) hope that it would work on humans. It would, however, work to toy with Lucifer a bit more. You placed the bowl in front of Lucifer and poured the milk in. Lucifer stared at you with the disbelief of someone who knows they are in no position to deny a request: frantic and submissive.

“Must I?” Lucifer questioned you.

“I’ll put a record on for you while you enjoy your drink.”

Lucifer crawled back towards the bed on his knees, so when he bent forward, he was face to face with the bowl. It was as if the tint in his cheeks was reflected in the soft pink surface of the milk. He felt humiliated and had no idea how to proceed and best please you. When Lucifer looked up at you for guidance, your back was turned to him as you perused his cursed album collection in search of the right one. He self-consciously tested lapping at the milk like a kitten before attempting to sip from the flat surface and accidentally dipping his nose in it. Neither was an ideal course of action, but he didn’t know what else to do.

You found what you had been looking for: the album with a deep crimson apple on the cover. Every time that album played, Lucifer became incredibly, uncontrollably horny. You both figured that somewhere along the cloudy history of the album, the magic imbued in the record had turned romance into lust and now served as an audible aphrodisiac. As the first few notes played, Lucifer became aware of what you were planning. He hesitated in his messy drinking, anticipating the overstimulation you would subject him to.

“Ass up,” you commanded as you grabbed the last item of interest. He obeyed, arching his back for you. With no other warning, you placed a pre-lubricated tail plug up his ass. He whimpered and looked over his shoulder to give you a half-angry look, as if reprimanding you for not giving him more notice. “Perfect, a little bitch with his tail between his legs. That went in so easily.”

“I told you I was pent up,” Lucifer remarked with the rough, matter-of-fact edge of a brat.

“Did you?” You teased. “Well, that’s that for now. I have to get ready. I have a date with Solomon planned, and after dealing with you, I only have 20 minutes left.”

“What?” Lucifer shot up. His eyes were wide and pleading, “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not rescheduling for your sake – especially not after the stunts you’ve pulled this week. I should be back at 9pm. That’s two hours from now. You’ll be fine.” You started towards the door.

Lucifer’s jealousy intensified and he tried to break himself free. He crawled towards you until the rope between him and his bed was pulled taut. The rope dug into his skin harshly, but any pain he felt was overshadowed on his face by a pitiful combination of despair and lust. “Please, don’t go. Not to him.”

“Be a good boy while I’m gone.” You ignored his pleas and reached out to pet his head. He savored the feeling of your touch, knowing that it would come to an immediate end. You heard a sniffle and a low groan – simultaneously pained and pleasured – before you shut the door behind you.

Cruelly (at least as far as Lucifer was concerned), you dragged your date with Solomon out so that by the time you entered the House of Lamentation, it was already half-past 9pm. You knew that Lucifer would have kept a keen eye on the clock regardless of how the aphrodisiacs and his innate lust ravaged his senses and control. When you walked into Lucifer’s room, you were pleased with the results of your punishment.

Lucifer looked up at you, his tear-stained face pressed against the floor next to his bowl. Pitiful moans escaped his mouth, low and strained as if they had been fighting their way back down his throat. He didn’t want you to see him like this: desperately grinding against the small bump he had managed to create in the area rug after well over an hour of repeated thrusting against it. His precum dripped and stained the rug, with some of it even dried into his tail plug, but he had failed to get enough friction for release. Despite the dejected look in his eyes and his ragged panting, he mustered up a cutting tone to tell you, “You’re late.”

What he meant was that he missed you, craving your touch in every second that he awaited your return like some despondent pet abandoned at the peak of its need for attention. If he was honest, he’d thank you for coming back and ask you to bring his punishment to an end, but he wasn’t, so you had no problem teasing him a bit further.

“Solomon held me up. That man can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“What?” He had intended to say it harshly, but the single word trembled out of his mouth – more of a whimper than a question. His hips halted their rhythm, his tail slowing from a mild rocking to still. A low growl escaped Lucifer from some deep, enraged pit in his chest whose emptiness you prodded mercilessly. Despite that rabid noise, fresh tears washed down his face along the dried trails as if they wished to make a pristine mess of him. “Why are you being so cruel? I’d rather you whip me all night than break my heart.”

You clicked your tongue at him before walking over. “Up.”

Lucifer followed your command with the lethargy of a defeated man, but you let the speed of his obedience go. He rose to his knees, still as hard as when you’d walked in on him. You wiped the tears off his cheek with a gentle touch, as if he were something fragile, and at that moment, he was – but not so fragile that he couldn’t take a bit more. He shuddered under that miniscule touch, leaning into it affectionately. You licked the tear from your finger and spoke in a honey-sweet voice that underscored your disapproval of him: “you really are so pathetic, Lucifer.”

“I know.”

“Good. Then, I suppose I can untie you, can’t I, my pretty little puppy?” Lucifer gasped softly at the nickname and nodded, slow and uncertain. “Stay perfectly still.”

Lucifer followed your command as you untied him. Even when he was finally free, Lucifer refused to move until you gave him permission. You leaned down towards his neck and before he could question your intentions, you sunk your teeth into his shoulder, biting down until an erotic groan filled the room. When you pulled back, deep marks were indented into his skin that glistened with saliva. You kissed over the mark sweetly, causing Lucifer’s face to turn pink up to his ears. He reacted so well to the smallest sign of affection.

“Now you’ve been marked as my slutty little puppy,” you cooed. “Would you like to cum, pet?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you should do something fitting a puppy. I’ll permit you to hump my leg. Will that be enough?”

“Yes, I think so.” It was pleasant to see him be so uncertain.

You sat at the edge of the bed and beckoned him to your side. Lucifer waited for a reassuring nod before touching you. He thrust himself against your leg slowly, rolling his hips deliberately and moaning like a bitch for you. Every inch of your skin that he could rub himself against was savored, but he still wanted more.

“Could you pet me?” Lucifer asked, uncharacteristically timid, as if you would continue to deny him.

“Greedy boy – marking your scent all over me and still asking for more.” You chastised him, but your hand still wandered down to his head so you could run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp affectionately. The small show of adoration intensified his pleasure. Lucifer picked up his pace slightly and the sound of ragged panting weaved into his delicious moans. You could feel him twitching against your leg, and you moved your hand from his hair to under his chin. “Look at me, my pretty little puppy.”

You caught those dark red eyes, softened by pleasure and love and clouded with lust – dangerously beautiful, just seconds before he came. Admittedly, the comfort of staring at your face combined with your touch had pushed him over the edge more than the few thrusts that preceded his cum leaking down your leg.

Lucifer sighed a quiet “thank you” before sinking into a sitting position and resting his head on your knee. You felt a few tears drip onto you, so you stroked his hair and hushed him.

“There’s my good boy,” you hummed. When the tears stopped, you could take a nice, warm shower together, but for now, you just needed to be there and let Lucifer cry. He just needed you to love him again.

~

Punishment (others)

Belphegor | Barbatos | Asmodeus

A/N: I feel like I went a little feral on this one. I just want to make Lucifer cry and suffer. I'm still sick, and I still have one more fic to do this month, so... really misspelling trial because I'm putting the try in trial. Forgive me if the proofreading isn’t great on this one.

#lucifer #gn!mc #spice tier #obey me #obey me luficer #obey me smut #lucifer smut #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader

[j-u-u-z-o]

Just Chillin’ (Atsumu x Reader)

Written by me.

Synopsis: Reader is staying over Atsumu’s house after school and they’re both chillin in his bedroom until one move made them needy for each other before they get caught in the middle of the act?

AN: in case you didn’t know, I’m a slut for atsumu and this thought came to mind early in the morning. Hope you enjoy; like/comment or reblog is appreciated! 💕

Warning: high school seniors , minors, grammar, smut, parents are home, lovebirds, caught??

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After a long and tiring four days, it’s finally Friday. You had taken your midterms and ‘Tsumu had long practices and midterms on top of it. You both didn’t really have time for each other until today.

During class, He asked if you wanted to do something after his practice but you didn’t want to. You wanted time with your boyfriend. So you suggested staying over at his house for a few hours.

After dismissal, You were waiting for Tsumu by the school’s entrance after saying goodbye to your friends. After a few minutes, you heard his loud cocky voice and you turned your head to the source. He’s laughing along with his teammates as he talks about the upcoming game against karasuno.

“Haha…yeah. We’re so gonna win this and then -oh! Y/n-Chan~!” He said and waved at you. You smiled at him. Tsumu walks towards you in his white volleyball sweat suit and his backpack on his left shoulder.

“Hey Tsumu.” You looked up at him and smiled warmly.

“Hey Baby.” He cooed and gave a quick peck on your lips. “Were ya waiting for me?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders while admiring your beautiful smile. You nodded and tip-toed to rub the tip of your nose with his.

“Get a room, you lovebirds!” Osamu said in disgust.

“Hey, y/n. Thanks for your review notes for English literature. It helped me a lot.” Suna said.

“Shut up, dumbass ‘Samu!” Atsumu turned his at his twin brother. You giggled at the twins and held Atsumu’s hand to signal to stop bickering with him. “Let’s go, Tsumu.”

“See ya guys tomorrow!!” He shouted and waved to his teammates. Osamu decided to go to Suna’s place to study for his upcoming exam and you and atsumu started walking together to his house.

Of course, the walk home took forever because Atsumu’s kept kissing you in every corner with every chance he got. It was getting annoying but you didn’t complain, nevertheless. Finally, the two of you have made it to the front door of his house and atsumu unlocked it.

“Tadaima.” He said while taking of his shoes and you did the same.

Ah! Okaeri, Atsumu! Oh - and y/n~!” His mom said happily in her apron. “Osamu?”

“He’s stayin’ at Suna’s house to study and will eat dinner late, ma.”

“ I see. Well I’m preparing dinner now so you two can hang out together for a while, okay? Make yourself at home, y/n!” She smiled at you and walked back to the kitchen.

“Yes, Mrs. Miya and thank you. Let me know if you’d like me to hel-“ you were cut off when atsumu took your hand and walked up the stairs.

“I thought ya wanted to chill with me, baby.” He said walking up stairs. “We haven’t seen each other since Monday and that was before exams started.” He opened his bedroom door.

“Sorry, Tsumu. She’s so nice I can’t help it.” You giggled as you watched him fall on his back on the bed - feet still on the floor. “You should be more nice to your mother. Especially when there’s guests in the house.” You said and walked to get a game controller and turned on his PlayStation.

“I guess…” he said offhandedly as he took his phone out and unlocked it. Reading his notifications. You shook your head and focused on what game you want to play.

Assassins Creed or God of War? you held the two games up and decided on playing the former. You walked to astumu and leaned to quickly kiss him on the lips before turning your back to the TV.

Both of your knees lay on each side of his legs on the bed as you sat in his lap. You pressed X to “continue playing.”

The sounds of clashing and screaming fills the unlit room. He’s scrolling through his tik tok watching volleyball videos. Once in a while you hear him snort at something he watched and his lower body moved abit.

“Oh my god. I gotta show them this video before practice.” He said to himself while laughing. Once in a while, atsumu looks over his phone to check on you by caressing the back of your calf. You give a small “mmm” to let him know that you’re okay and then he looks back down at his phone.

Minutes have passed and you both start to smell food that has just started cooking. But you don’t say anything. Atsumu spreads his legs a little more so that he won’t get a cramp; but to also not lose the feeling of your warm weight above him.

“What time is it, Tsumu?”

“Mm..’is almost 6pm. Ya wanna snack?” He said as he raised himself and laid his chin on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist and looked at the tv screen. “Not really, I thought I lost track of time even though it’s been like 30 minutes or something.” You shrugged and leaned back against his chest.

“Alrighty then.” He sighed and kissed your neck after pulling your collar down. “Don’t forget ta Press O and X to shoot and run at the same time,babe. Running away ain’t gonna help ya.” He said as he looked up at the screen again. You giggled “wanna help me, Tsumu?”

“Nah. Ya on your own. I know ya can do it, babe.” He chuckled. However, when you’re struggling to survive in the game you bounced on him in annoyance.

He gasped at the feeling. One arm is wrapped around your waist and his other hand moved down under your skirt - to lay it on your inner thigh. His hand is so warm that you spread your knees wider to feel more of his touch. But you didn’t think much of it.

“I need to look for more knives and a spot to hide.” You mumbled to yourself.

Atsumu moved his hand down in your thigh- Close to your panties and caresses it. You looked down at the action that’s happening under your uniform skirt and turned your head to him. “Tsumu? What are you doing?” You asked. “Jus’ wanna feel ya, is all.” He said looking at you with slight smirk. “I missed you so much.” He ended with a pout.

“I’m right here.” You snorted as you turned your head back to the game. Atsumu hummed in agreement and kissed your right cheek.

A few more minutes passed and the level of the game gets harder that you didn’t realize that your body is leaning a bit forward - your lower body grounding itself on your boyfriend. His member, that is.

You felt his fingers brush lightly against your covered area. The feeling was distracting you from the sudden ambush in the game. So you leaned forward more to slightly lift yourself from the gentle touch.

Atsumu smirked when he looked up at you. He knows you’re trying to evade him. He Lightly chuckled as the fact that you’re Pretending that you don’t like it. But that doesn’t stop his fingertips from rubbing against your covered pussy no matter how much you try to push yourself away.

“Tsumu, stop”. You said softly. You’re being mindful about his Mom for crying out loud! Plus she’s making dinner. But it’s been a while since you’ve been close to him. So…to play “devils advocate”, You used this opportunity to grind on his clothed member. Slowly with good measure while battling a random beast in the forest.

Atsumu leaned back a bit as he looks at you - watching you grind on him from the back. “Babe…” He breathed. Mesmerized by you grinding on him.

“Shut up. You started this, tsumu.” You retort and blushed.

You can’t see his face but he’s biting his lip as he’s looks at the side of your face. “But I got a better idea, babe.” He whispered close to your ear. His hot breathe made clench -on nothing- but you’re low key curious about what he’s thinking about.

He slowly pushes your panty aside and starts to rub your clit in circles. The feeling of his fingertips feels rough but the friction feels so good as you’re starting to get wet. Still sitting on his lap in reverse - laying both knees on each side of his legs, jut your hips forward to grind on his fingertips.

“Mm…” you bit your lip when you clenched again at the sensation. Pausing the game, “Tsumu, put it in.” You said impatiently. He pulled out his cock and rubbed it between your wet lips and then aligned himself in your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself as his girth slid inside you easily thanks to your arousal.

You heard Atsumu mouth a heavy breath against your ear and felt him place his hands on your upper thighs as you began to grind on him and went back to the game. “Oh fuck, baby” he moaned and laid his forehead on your shoulder.

You mouth shaped an “o” when you felt him throb inside you as you played the game. His big hands gripped and caressed your inner thighs mimicking how his cock feels inside of you before he kissed your neck lovingly.

“Unh…Tsumu.” You moaned. You love it when he feels you up. Touching and caresses you in a perfect rhythm.

“Mmm..”he hummed in response. Too focused on your hips grinding in circles and your pussy clenching him every time. He moves one of his hands down to rub your clit with his fingertips to reward you.

This time, you lift yourself and dropped. he moaned a “Ohh..!” a bit loudly and moved his hands on your hips to keep you in place. “Ohh fuck.” He hissed and picked up the remote to raise the volume. You smiled at the tv screen on purpose. “Mmm…just like that, baby.” Atsumu groaned as you kept moving in circles- jutting your hips forward every time the veins on his cock rubbed against your clit.

The bed bounced as you topped him in reverse and Atsumu’s hands never left your hips to anchor you. Especially when he scooted off the edge of his bed a little to thrust deeply into you. You yelped at a particularly hard thrust that you almost dropped the game controller. “Tsumu..!” You whispered to him loudly.

“Mmmm…?” He said while bucking up against you deeply. You weren’t sure if that was an answer or a moan as you were distracted by his long strokes. You wanted to protest but the sensation and the pace was too much.

You forgot about the game as You were breathless each time he hit that spot and the bouncing of your breasts inside your buttoned down shirt made you feel hot. Especially his grip on your hips which will definitely leave marks on you.

You try to call his name offhandedly due to the bouncing. “Tsu-!”

“Atsumu? Y/n? You two are okay?” His mother said. The two of you snapped your heads to the door as she tried to turn the bedroom knob.

It’s locked.

“Yeah we’re good. We’re jus’ playing my video game.”

“Oh. Y/n? Do you need anything? A snack or water?”

“Ah..erm..n-no thank you, Mrs. Miya” you managed to say. Still breathless -in disguise- as you’re currently getting bottomed out by Atsumu who doesn’t know when to stop. Especially right now.

“Okay. Well dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.” She said softly and walked downstairs.

“A-atsumu!” You said breathlessly as he puts both hands under your knees and lays on his back and started thrusting slowly and deeply. He grinds in circles; Focused on the feeling of your tight walls and pussy taking him so well. You winced at the feeling of your sore legs but eventually relieved now that it’s raised after laying them on the bed for a long time.

“Ugh…Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He groaned and spreads your legs wider to get deeper into your pussy. You look down at the action. His thighs hitting the back of yours, your ass jiggling each time he’s bucking into you. You can even see the red tip of his cock reappearing each time.

You’re breathing uncontrollably due to his controlled thrusts. Your breasts bouncing in your buttoned shirt that you bit your lip and dropped your head back and closed your eyes. You even dropped the game controller on to the side.

“Rub that clit for me, baby.” He said breathing heavily. You followed and rubbed it in circles as you suddenly whined when you clenched tightly at the sensation. Atsumu responded by changing his pace quickly that you moaned his name, heavily.

He raises his head off the bed and opens his mouth. breathing heavily at the feeling of your pussy clenching him. “That’s it,baby. That’s it.” He whispers knowing that your climax is reaching soon.

“Yeah..yeah.” He breathed. feeling your pussy clench and starts squelching at his thrusts. He raised himself and his hands holds on to your inner thighs as he bucks into you. You turn face to the side a bit to kiss him passionately.

“Tsumu, I’m gonna cum…” you breathed into his mouth.

“We’re almost there, baby” he smiled in the kiss and wraps an around you as the other starts to rub your clit with enough measure. You moved your hands to the sides to grip the sheets.

You hips starts to gyrate and you breathe hastily in his mouth as you reach your climax. “Unh…s-sumu” you moaned as he bucks fast to reach his climax too.

He rubs your clit in circles quickly. “Ugh.! Ah..ah..” You said breathlessly each time in his mouth as you squirted on the bedsheets and on the floor. “That’s my girl.” He praised before he grunted and pulled out.

“Mmm…” he said kissing you deeply while still rubbing your sore clit, softly. He puts his cock back inside and slowly rolls his hips because he just can’t get enough of your warmth. Tongue kissing you and kissing you again passionately.

You broke the kiss and looked at him in the eyes. He looks so pussy drunk. you think to yourself. You giggled at his face as you grinded your throbbing pussy against his fingertips. “Mmm..Tsumu…let’s clean up.”

“Hmm..?” He looking at you expectantly now caressing your spreaded inner thighs.

Your pussy must have taken him to another world or something. You think again. “So…I need to get up now, dummy” you giggled.

His eyes widened. “Ohhh..yeah. We should.” He smiled droopily. You pinched his cheek.

You lift yourself off of his lap and walked -limped- to his dresser to get towels. Atsumu chuckled. “Ya need help with that, baby?” He asked while putting his dick back in his sweat pants.

You rolled your eyes as you threw a towel at his face and slowly bent down to clean up the mess on the floor.

“Atsumu! Y/n! Come downstairs. Dinner is ready!” His mother announced.

The thought of going downstairs worries you because of your sore legs that your face couldn’t hide the pain. What would his mom think caused it? You were playing videos games. You don’t want her to be suspicious.

“You sure about that baby?” Atsumu asked as he looked at you while he pulling the bedsheet from his bed.

“Shut up, Tsumu!” You pouted and threw the wet towel but you missed.

Atsumu chuckled. “Ha! You missed.” He sticked his tongue out.

#atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu miya smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! scenarios #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! scenario #haikyuu!! x you #haikyuu!! x y/n #haikyuu x imagines #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu angst #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #atsumu #fave

[itspdameronthings]

Benny the Rookie Pt.1

Summary: At long last! Finally finished it! Tale of Benny as a rookie cop. Story follows him visiting his young wife. Sweet moments followed by some smut. no minors!

Benny’s point of view:

Hard to believe that I'm a cop. Okay, I just graduated last month. Rookie? Haven't been one since I was a teen. Training wasn't that bad. Runnin and shit piece of cake! Shootin no problem. Codes? That was a bit of a problem. I got it down when I remembered how I used to study in the Army. Another plus? Get to see my wife.When I go to the hospital after dropping off a punk to be checked out. Hard to believe that Gracie Garcia is my wife. Took Pope a long time to accept us as a couple. Oh how he fought tooth and nail to keep us apart. Want to protect his baby sister. Have been in love with her since.. She was 18 yrs old. I was .. cough cough 24 at that time. Age is a fucking number. Now.. she is an ER nurse who gets to see her from time to time. Oh I love to see her in action. Love it even more when she patches me up. So gentle with me until…. She finds out how I got hurt. 

Grace’s Point of view: 

Slow night in the trenches. Boring! Nothing to do but to do is either do chart review, practice on stitches. Until I hear a family voice. Oh that sexy, southern drawl . Exting exam room 1 see my poor Benny! Arm bleeding! Rushed over,” Oh Benny! What happened? “ Look into my brown eyes. Taking a deep breath,” You are gonna kill me.”  Oh I hate when he says that! Seems like every fucking time those words comes out of his mouth. Means two things. One he might need stitches,or two have to admit him. Hope option two doesn't come into play. His partner helps me to exam room 1. Moved my mess on the exam table. Meaning my laptop,and charts. Benny sits on the table trying to act like he is so mighty. Looked at his partner,” I know you don't know me very well. Gonna cut to the chase. If there is any lying

  on how this injury happened? I'll make sure you get the most ruthless doctor to tend to you. Got it?” His partner nods,” understood. See we were chasing a suspect down an alley. Benny here climbs a wired fence. As he comes down. He scratched his arm. Now.. if you excuse me. Have a call to make.” Closed the door so no passerby can see what I'm doing. Stood between his legs while pulling down his shirt so I can see the injury. Not a bad scratch. Sadly he needs a tetanus shot. Oh how he hates them. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes as our foreheads touch,” Glad you are okay baby. Hate to see another gunshot wound on your perfect body. Since you are my last patient for the evening. We can get out of here. Go home so I can properly clean your boo boo.” Benny is lost in his own little world when he holds me close to him. Breathing in my special scent of lavender and gardenia body spray I have on. Kisses the tip of my nose,” Love that idea sweetheart. Glad we have the same day off. Have plans for us. Can't tell ya . Would be a surprise.” Love to know the plan is,but he forgot about the get together at Santi’s . Kiss his lips as I leave to get his shot,” Forgot about one thing. Dinner at..” Benny moans as he lays down,” Ya, forgot. Hope he behaves himself. “  Return moments later with the shot. Told him to sit up ,and wiggle his as I administered the shot. Placed a bandaid on the site,” All better handsome. Now.. if you excuse me. Need to change. Meet ya outside so I can give ya ride to the station to change.” 

Both of us arrive home. Got take out. Too worn out to cook. Rather be in bed with my husband than cook.bodies hurt to no end. After a nice shower. Both of us got ready for bed. Wore one of his worn out tees. With a nice surprise underneath. Moments later after turning the light off from our master bath. Moonlight shines on his necklace. Dangles as he looks down at me. Love how his blue eyes sparkle with so much love. Nose touched. He leans forward,” Love you so much, rose blossom. Only person who can keep me from goin down the deep end. So beautiful. Need to kiss ya now.” That's what he did. Kiss nice and slow savoring each kiss like it was our last. Till sitting up long enough to remove his tee. Laying down again,” Make love to me Benny.  Nice and slow.” Benny leans forward to kiss me again. Tongues danced followed by him holding my hands above my head. Mouth on my neck.Working his way south. Stops for a moment to shimmy off his boxers. Oh love his perfect body. So eagar for his long cock inside my body. Wait till I'm begging for it. Want it now! Continues on using his mouth to work on making me squirm. Lowers his hands as he pulls me up to his chest. He wants my legs around him while grinding our bodies together. Feels like I'm in heaven! Till I feel my back touching the softness of our sheets. Legs spreading apart till I feel what I'm in need for. Long , thick cock inside my body. Arched my back to enjoy the nervana of being taken care of. Slowly his body moves while kissing me. Want to take care of him like he is doing to me. Upon saying that. Tell me he is taking care of me. Continue this dance till feeling cum dripping down my legs. Benny collapsed on top of me. Rubbing his sweaty body. We remain like that till we fall asleep.

Benny’s Point of view: 

I'm at peace. On cloud nine. Soft hands touchin my back. Slow circles she is drawin. So lucky to marry my angel. Dreading the dinner at Pope’s not ready for anymore of his shit! Thank goodness for his mama being there. Need to straighten the shithead out.

#triple frontier #garett hedlund #benny miller x r

[fagcrisis]

poppy war thoughts, aka this book was so bad it made me want to get a goodreads account just so i can shit on it in an official capacity

so what initially sold me on this book, is that despite my friend ellis absolutely hating rf kuang's babel, ive only ever seen raving reviews for it anywhere else, and a brief description of its magic system reminded me of gergő és az álomfogók. i love that mainstream fantasy is finally starting to rely on drawing from cultures other than the sort of western mainstream and i was actually super excited to get into it. well it sucked (this contains spoilers obviously)

its 11 am this is not gonna be very structured but let me start off by listing some things i did enjoy. first of all its low hanging fruit and im better than this so im only gonna shit on tpw for being so directly about the sino chinese war that the only actual interesting bits of exposition in the book was what was just a description of actual events a Little bit. listen lotr is about ww2. its fine its all fine. anyway, i had fun with the bits of worldbuilding that were yk, actually worldbuilding. the magic system was really interesting and just super not explored enough, the book handled drug addiction about as sensitively as the dare program, but nevertheless it was a cool concept. shamans who have to get high as hell do do anything and then putting those guys in a combat setting is crazy. really fun concept. speaking of shamans i loved jiang. his archetype is impossible to fuck up and he was loveable and fun till the very end. uhh what else. the fight descriptions were good its something kuangs is decent at, as someone whos watched just truly an inordinate amount of wuxia as a child i rly can appreciate a stupid convoluted fight scene. oh i found it hysterical that the west was just one country that was really fun.

NOW ONTO THE SHIT I HATED

rin is incredibly unlikeable i know its not the point of every book ok but tpw isnt good enough to have a protagonist who is just impossible to relate to this isnt 1984 okay this is contemporary ya. i GET that she sucks and thats the point but im supposed to emphatize with her and throughout the book she just seemed stupid and easy to manipulate and not very interesting. shes an incredibly shallow character which is i guess what happens when you base your ya teenage girl protagonist on CHAIRMAN OF THE COMMUNIST PARTY MAO ZEDONG. HELLO. anyway. all her personal relationships are very much carried by the strenght of the characters close to her, and because most characters in this book are not very interesting that makes for a shitty fucking protagonist.

most of the conflict in this book is extremely artificially generated until maybe the second half of part 3. everyone in rins life is unnessecarily mean to her because shes just so smart and good at things. the part where they accused her of cheating on the exams and she owned them like crazy came to define much of the book. some kind of mean cunt whose purpose in life is to cause misery is an asshole to rin bc shes so smart and strong and talented, and she owns them with a witty remark. she punches nezha on the first day of school for fucks sake.

speaking of the school, the majority of the book is spent at sinegard academy and it is an extremely predictable and dull affair. i long for the wizard of earthsea. kuang is not a very good writer on a technical level and everything that she tries to imply she ends up spelling out (usually by having a character say it out loud) only a couple pages later. you can get through 2/3rds of this book by just reading every other page and correctly guessing what has happened and what will happen. in possibly the funniest paragraph of part 2, rin thinks about how everybody thinks altan is the coolest guy and yet he has no friends and at this point shes been experiencing quite severe racism from all of her peers and then instead of leaving you to figure out the quite obvious conclusion kuang literally has her say "oh his skin is dark and mine is too. i wonder if he knows what racism is like" just, truly hysterical.

her feud with nezha is unbearable, i knew immediately that he would become a romantic interest because a ya protagonist cannot hate a boy for perfectly good reasons. it always has to be bc shes horny. anyways thankfully when she starts studying with jiang, jiang is there and the terrible dullness of it all is lifted somewhat

as i mentioned before, the actual historical elements in the book elevate it greatly and the third part is almost enjoyable in some sections. however, unfortunately, this is also the part of the book where rin and altans darkling situation begins. i have a sinking feeling altan may not have died, which sucks because i hated this bit. they have virtually no relationship to eachother except altan yelling at rin occasionally. now again there were bits and pieces of their relationship that i didnt quite hate, but honestly i still dont entirely buy the rin is a seerly thing emotionally because she is so detached from it. the revelation only seemed to shock her a little bit and then she was busy with being at war and her boss hating her, when she actually gains the power of the phoenix at the very end its her own hatred and egoism fueling her rather than any connection to her people. overall this again comes back to her being quite weak as a character, and the worldbuilding suffers as a result of that

in any case, ill mull over continuing the series. the ending was actually quite strong i love a genocide as a result of being a stupid fucking 19 year old (dont quote me on this please), so maybe the next one is better maybe ms kuang learned to write inbetween these 2.

#galléros fecó naplója

[lilbeanz]

HEY LIII'

surprised you didn't hear from me for long?? guess what?

i'm baaaack

ok so i'm currently at chapter 6 (i know i'm late, old news) BUT i truly think you are perfect. it's just not possible

in this very moment i'm:

-trying to get over my ex AND _super_ stressed because exams are coming up AND on the edge of burnout AND in love with abba (but when am i not) AND THIS WAS ALL I NEEDED

no but siriusly this fic is the best, i loved the little bit of angst that stinged AND AT THE SAME TIME COVERED IN THE BEST FLUFF I'VE EVER READ

k wrapping up because it's getting too long lol

i tried to be less specific because of the spoilers (hope you appriciate)

does it bother you that i send this message review-like? beacause i can't help myself i just want you to know as the author that i love what you do! but if it's a lot i'll just write something at the end (you won't get rid of mw this easy >:)

love ya!

-the reader aki

Haha hi Aki 🤣❤️

Thank you so much!

I'm so sorry you're going through all of that stress irl right now 🫂 I'm glad my silly lil rewrite could bring you some comfort/enjoyment!

Good luck with your exams! 🫶✨️

#asks and replies #lovely lovely people #lilbeanz #❤️❤️❤️❤️

[naffeclipse]

yello Naff!!! i really admire your writing, from the way you write intense nail biting scenes to soft quiet moments i adore ALL of it, and ive read almost ALL of your fics [In Deep Dreams Between the Waves im sorry i'll read you i swear] and ive been incredibly inspired by your writing, after not reading fanfics for years your style just dragged me further into my DCA hyperfixation [...i lowkey made this account just so i can share my sleuth jesters fanart ngl] your narratives have been a huge comfort also in my stressful exam-filled life, its a goddamn event when you update <3

GOD i got distracted but i wanted to ask if you have any advice for some one whos really new to writing? even if its super simple im VERY lost, i havent tried making any long-form fic, ive drabbled in writing 4k~ oneshots but never published any, the social anxiety and pressure of making a good fic is VERY SCARY SKLDJFKLSJL

No pressure to answer any of this btw!!! if you dont want to thats no biggie jus know i love your works very much <3 i hope you have a good christmas Naff!!

Hey, babe! ♥ AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so touched, oh my gosh! You're gonna make me cry ;-; Merry Christmas to you, too!

Now for writing advice! I do have this tag right here that you can look through! However, for a new writer specifically, I got a bit I can tell ya!

Let yourself write what you want to write

Self-indulge, use tropes and whatever plot beats you want, just do whatever you want to do and have fun! Don't try to craft something to please others, because that's a good way to become miserable and burnt out real quick. This writing is for you. No one else. You. You just decide to share it if you wish!

Outlining

I highly recommend, especially for a long fic, to have your ending in mind. It erases a lot of stress and allows you to build up towards that ending in a natural and effortless manner. You don't have to get super nitty and gritty with outlining, just a basic format of events and a few notes here and there. HOWEVER! I should mention that outlining isn't everyone's ideal way to craft a story, and that's okay! I will warn you that it can be difficult if you come up with the story as you go along, but again, do what allows you to create. Outlining works for me, but it might not work for everyone.

Please be nice to yourself

Let yourself try new things, take breaks, learn from mistakes and continue to improve, and do not let one mean comment or negative review stop you. Writing can be daunting, but you can overcome it. It's so rewarding and should make you feel accomplished and satisfied, not horrible or defeated.

Good luck and happy writing!!! ♥

#writing advice #i hope this is helpful #ozdical

[some-pers0n]

Hi there ya silly goober. How's the old life been? Not too hard on ya, I hope--holy frell why am I talking like this

How's your fic writing going? Hope you haven't been doomscrolling too much. What am I saying, I know you spend a good chunk of your time doomscrolling on Tumblr. Just remember that it's okay to step back every once in a while, alright?

Progress on my SANABI essay is... still taking a while, but I finished writing about the prologue and am wrapping up chapter 1 (of 5). Just need to finish writing about the Elon Musk expy, among other things.

Also, I saw Murder Drones and was quite impressed. Thanks for the rec. I'll be checking out HLVRAI later.

Exams week. Just today I have a calculus exam.

It's not terribly hard from what the review packages and subsequent questions have been. My other courses aren't doing exams but so much as projects (fetal pig dissection and lab write-up and building a speaker) buuuutttt I was sick for two days in the semester, and those two days were when I had tests. I have to retake those since I've been putting it off for so long.

I DID actually get some writing done! I was doomscrolling and then I just. tore myself out of it like I was being pulled out of the matrix and forced myself to put on the DE soundtrack and write. It's probably not too legible of writing. Just the intro 500 words to the chapter, setting everything up and whatever. This chapter won't be as long as the 9k behemoth, probably just 3k. Hopefully just 3k. God help me if it's anything more. The next chapter though? Also probably going to be a little longer. It had The Funny.

YAYAYYAYA!! Best of luck with it!! I wish you well and GOD I need to actually play SANABI sometime. I'm just too busy. But, with the semester coming to a close, hopefully I can just sit down and play it.

Yeah! MD is quite cool. It's a show that's consumed quite a bit of my friends. A little note with HLVRAI is that it's very much kinda...a comedic improv livestream. Y'know the Snapcube dubs? They remind me of those. Not to mention HLVRAI also features Holly, who I know mostly from the Until Dawn live dub. She voices my favourite character (Dr. Coomer) :]

#ask #thunder

[emotionalvulcan]

yayyy vent time and by vent time I mean complaining-about-ib-econ-and-my-unfortunate- and-horribly-catastrophic-choice-in-picking-that-class time

so was it the worst choice I've ever made in my life?...

most likely

number 1 factor in my annoying period of extra depression² ?...

mhm yes

do I have an exam tomorrow that I am not at all equipped to do?...

absolutely

is there blood rushing in my ears with no signs of stopping?...

seems like it

are my nails and surrounding skin destroyed?...

of course, you best believe it

am I also procrastinating writing this stupid paper II mock exam that is like ¼ complete?...

unfortunately yes (pls end me, what a horrible fate awaits me)

should I have listened when the smartest person I know told me to switch out of this class?...

yes I really fucking should have they were right like always fuck

this isn't even accounting for the other horrifying stress that are in store for me

yes most of the suffering ends friday but that also means that I have until friday to not get fucked.... now lets see what awaits me

ah yes just your usual 1,000 words part ⅔ of my extended essay of which my diploma depnds on and then oh wow would you look at that... another like 1,000 word econ essay which... no way... my diploma also depends on... not to mention my usual list of homework

and now for an even sooner due date of lovely good old wednesday of which i have to finish 10 whole pages of a review packet for apush

opps and what's this... I have to go work at the library for some stupid 100 community hours that... wait... what's that?... my diploma also depends on? who would've guessed... this is literally so stupid what

I hate the public school sy- nono I hate the school system in general

especially ib

like I'm so sorry I have a life and am too stupid in math and don't understand a bunch of graphs

I do not care for your stupid knowledge

what I want to learn I will do so on my own and enjoy my time exponentially more than I ever would by sitting in your horrid prisons of paper and concrete

its funny too because I remember complaining to my mother about ib and telling her that I wanted to and that I could switch academies

then she offered

and wanting to be all strong and brave and whatever other bullshit I was feeling at the time

I chose to stay in it thinking i could do this alone

well would ya look at that losers

guess who's the one losing out in the end

the one time I didn't follow through with my cowardly coping mechanisms of running away from my problems

and what do I get for it?

tears in my face?

ridiculous

well actually the 2 times (not running from ib and not running from ib econ)

only need 3 more for it to be part of one of those fics "the 5 times blank did this and the one time blank did it back"

funny how it'll be over so soon but it sure doesn't feel like it

funny how it all feels so right and yet so wrong at all the same times and sometimes they just take turns

how I can be happy for such few days on the weekends when I get some breaks and then the weeks feel like nonstop punches to the gut

beyond elated for thanksgiving break since they give us a whole week off this year

only thing is...

that's next week

so it's almost like I have to get shot in the face before i can properly rest for a short while

watch me write more in this short time span than I ever will for my stupid paper II or aa2

also wtf I just spent like the last 30mins writing this I'm going to fail my exam tomorrow because I still have to finish the mock exam and then study

#hate everything #ib life #fuck ib econ #i do not understand why this class is just not in a language i understand #almost as if it repels me #hoping college is easier or else we're sending it

[jewwyfeesh]

Recollections and Heartfelt Wishes 1

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Oogami Koga, Kiryu Kuro, Nito Nazuna

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

CN/EN Proof by: stcrfeesh

Koga: (……Huh. I didn’t know that the expression I made back then was such a happy one.)

Time: End June Season: Summer Location: Yumenosaki Academy Library

Koga: …………

(Even though I’m not used to the overly silent atmosphere of the library, there’s really been too many annoyin’ things goin’ on lately… some peace and quiet ain’t so bad after all.)

(I heard from Adonis that this exam’s pretty important. I don’t wanna have to retake the exam or anythin’, so I better buckle up and review a li’l.)

(Sigh, turns out sittin’ here studyin’ alone in earnest is actually quite boring~ if there were someone to tutor me or whatever, it would make things a li’l better.)

(It’s such a pity that those guys got their own things to do, so there’s nothin’ I can do but to trudge on on my own. Anyways, when it comes to things like exams… all I need to do is pass, right?)

(Yaaa~wn… All of these densely packed words in the textbook… I can’t help but feel drowsy the more I look at ‘em…)

[An unknown amount of time later]

……

—Aah… achoo!

……? I… I fell asleep? Anzu, were ya the one who woke me up?

Oh, yer lookin’ for some inspiration for some projects, eh? That’s why yer in the library to look for materials from all the previous years’ ‘RepayFes’.

But ‘cause no one’s browsed these yearbooks in a long time, it’s already hella dusty, so ya took a hankerchief to wipe ‘em… no wonder I felt my nose gettin’ kinda itchy and wanted to sneeze.

Since ya hadn’t done it on purpose, there ain’t a need for ya to say sorry or anythin’. Seriously, I really didn’t think I’d waste the whole afternoon fallin’ asleep like this.

Hm? Ya’ve been starin’ at those photos fer quite a long time, is there somethin’ wrong with ‘em? Lemme see—

Hold on, aren’t these the photos of the unit Sakuma-senpai, Shitty Glasses and I had formed?

I thought all those rottin’ old stuff would’ve been thrown out eons ago. Hadn’t expected that they’d be kept here…

Yer askin’ if that Unit’s called ‘DEADMANS’? How did’ya know?

Oh, I remember now. In the previous ‘RepayFes’, Sakuma-senpai n’ the rest of ‘em used the ‘DEADMANS’ name to kick up a big fuss. Didn’tcha run over to produce for them too?

Hmph, so that’s what happened. Whoever’s cleanin’ it up probably saw those two outfits and thought the styles were pretty similar or whatever, then mistakenly grouped ‘em together with those from ‘RepayFes’.

Whatever. ‘m in no mood to continue studyin’ now, so I’ll help ya sort these out.

(……Huh. I didn’t know that the expression I made back then was such a happy one.)

(After the events of ‘RepayFes’, I had thought we UNDEAD had finally managed to communicate our feelings and intentions, and, from that day on, would continue on forever……)

(But after the seniors graduated, the distance between us seemed to only get bigger and bigger; our movements are always clumsy, and we’re unable to cooperate well.)

(Ugh! I don’t even know where the hell did the problem even come from!)

……Hey, Anzu. Could’ya lend me these photos for me ta go develop ‘em? After developin’ I’ll return them to ya.

It’s just that I thought these photos made me look real handsome, and wanted to keep ‘em as a souvenir. Don’tcha think too much ‘bout it, kay?

[The next day, in the Seishou Hall Common Rooms]

Nazuna: Kuro-chin~! You’ve been sitting there in front of the TV with such seriousness, is there a show you wanna watch being broadcasted soon?

Kuro: Oh, it’s you, Nito. I heard from the agency that they’re intendin’ to give us some work relatin’ to variety shows. Since ‘m kinda free today, thought it would be good to watch some relevant programmes to get an idea ‘bout it.

After all, Akatsuki has no experience in workin’ these types of jobs. In order to adapt to the increasingly diverse idol industry, it’s necessary to try and venture into other fields outside of concert and performance.

Especially after joining RhyLink, we Akatsuki have yet to receive any sort of job. That’s why I had thought it would be a good idea for me to use this time to prep.

Nazuna: Haha, with the ever-reliable Kuro-chin around, I’m super sure y’all will be fine!

Ah, right! Speaking of variety shows, I remember Rei-chin and Kaoru-chin recently participated in one, right? We could watch that!

Kuro: Oh, that’s a pretty good suggestion. As idols from the same agency, the variety shows they’ve attended would be better suited fer reference material.

Nazuna: Hm… I didn’t think that both of them would adopt this kinda style for a variety show. It’s completely different from my impression of UNDEAD – being too immoral and all.

Kuro: It’s somethin’ I’ve heard Hasumi bring up before. UNDEAD’s been tryna change their image since Spring; probably ‘cause they’re hopin’ to expand the fanbase and be more flexible when it comes to jobs they take on.

Nazuna: Everyone’s working hard to move forward in the world of idols~ To be honest, Ra*bits is also facing a similar issue… we’re looking to explore other charm points that aren’t just putting up a cutesy act or acting cute.

Hm, back to the topic… Even though this show pokes fun at the guests, because the program is well written and the jokes are appropriately paced, it doesn’t feel like the guests are being made into laughing-stocks at all, which is really good!

Kuro: Yeah. I do feel a li’l more relieved. Seems like veteran agencies have more resources an’ experience when it comes to these things, and have a more developed system for matchin’ idols.

I think RhyLink has dealt with the issue of mismatch between an idol’s style compared to variety shows many times before, so it can match each “unit” to the right job rather easily now.

Though, the most pressin’ problem Akatsuki currently faces is the lack of suitable jobs – which, if yer look at it from another viewpoint, could also be due to the hostility veteran agencies have for newcomers.

Resources were already divided by those that came before, so when it’s finally the newbies’ turn, they’re left with scraps – unpleasant jobs that no one wants. Variety shows like these aren’t something that’ll drop in the palm of yer hands just cause yer wanted them.

Nazuna: Even though that’s true, I still think that Kuro-chin’s pretty suitable for a variety show.

On stage, it’s especially hard to showcase the contrast between Kuro-chin’s appearance and your kind and caring personality, but it’ll definitely be much easier on a recorded program! The more I think about it, the more expectant I become ♪

Kuro: Haha, if ya praise me all of a sudden, I’ll get embarrassed… Come on, let’s go back to watchin’ the variety show. The upcomin’ segment seems to be particularly interestin’.

Nazuna: Pfft… I really hadn’t expected Rei-chin to be so hilarious, I’m ‘bout to cry from laughing so hard~

Koga: (Eh? Did I just hear Sakuma-senpai and Hakaze-senpai’s voices…? I thought they’re outside for a job today, how could they have returned to Seishou Hall so fast?)

…Oh. Huh. Turns out it came from the television.

Nazuna: Koga-chin? Wanna join us? We’re watching some variety shows featuring Rei-chin and Kaoru-chin ♪

Koga: Variety show…?

Hmph, those borin’ shows? What’s so good about them?! What a disappointment. I’m headin’ back to my dorm first.

Nazuna & Kuro: ……?

ES x LC Masterlist | Chapter 2 →

#enstars translation #fragments of light and shadow #recollections and heartfelt wishes #oogami koga #nito nazuna #kiryu kuro

[tamelee]

re: the section about toxic masculinity in that stupid novel

did esaka learned anything about anything reading Naruto? No, scratch that, from reading popular shounen manga? There are at least two at the top of my head where there are protagonist or male characters who CRY and are STRONG AS HELL. Vulnerability can also be a sigh of strength. To be able to speak or show how you feel without thinking that makes you less of a man, that's being confident comfortable with yourself and who you are.

Or it's maybe bc Sasuke hasn't been anything but cold and emotionless towards Sakura (with the exception of their genin days maybe) and so they have to contextualize that dismissive behavior this way?

I think this vision of how a man should behave is deeply concerning. It's like men can't show emotions/vulnerability toward women because that make them weak? And the only way to show love is in a taciturn or an aggresive way? How awful is that? Is there really people out there thinking like that? Do they realize how harmful those stereotypes are not only for the men themselves but for women as well?

I'm angry at the novel and esaka just from reading your review, no idea how you could do it without (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻ every five seconds

Hi @zykamiliah !! 💕

Yessss same here ;__;

"did esaka learned anything about anything reading Naruto? No, scratch that, from reading popular shounen manga? There are at least two at the top of my head where there are protagonist or male characters who CRY and are STRONG AS HELL."

I don’t think Esaka cared much if I’m being honest. It was written very deliberately with every intention to encourage the “Naruto and Sasuke are you-know-what”-scheme and twist Kishimoto’s entire story around to try and make SS happen. Which even she can’t since she couldn’t write how they even got together or how they gotten married. She even said Sasuke found it too “bothersome” to explain the ‘blood-connection’-thing even though she worked the scene towards it, to include it in response to Gaiden… but simply not being able to.. 

What does that tell, ya? 

To be fair, I don’t think she took the Shonen approach. Even I, while reading gave her the benefit of the doubt and completely let that go to accept the tonal switch since she only focusses on them as adults. Naturally that’s going to feel different. ‘Boruto’ has a different audience, this isn’t for them… I assume.  

But that shouldn’t change the message. 

Nor the characters/dynamics as Kishimoto already has written them as adults before. They already exist. 

"Vulnerability can also be a sigh of strength. To be able to speak or show how you feel without thinking that makes you less of a man, that's being confident comfortable with yourself and who you are."

Definitely!!! 👏🏻

Besides.. Sasuke’s “I lost” was the emotional part of the battle and arguably more challenging than their physical one, right?

"Or it's maybe bc Sasuke hasn't been anything but cold and emotionless towards Sakura (with the exception of their genin days maybe) and so they have to contextualize that dismissive behavior this way?"

This is the essence of every SS-essay ever. 

But, like you say too, Sasuke hasn’t always been cold towards Sakura at all.. in fact I applaud him for dealing with a lot of her bullshit-fangirling without getting irritated. He’s very caring and has been protective towards both Naruto and Sakura too at some point. I don’t like this whole ‘Team 7’-thing, but there were moments during the Chunin-exam where they worked well together. 

I even liked when Naruto was just being too adorable, Sakura and him didn’t do much other than bitch at each other and Sasuke was just taking it all in no matter how loud Naruto was being.

It is only when she pushed, pushed and pushed him even further to the point where his boundaries were overstepped by a million miles that he started to show his annoyances towards her and only because she gave him no choice. He asked her not to do something and she does it anyway. (Talk about the seal, hugging him, chasing him etc-) 

Let’s say you walk down a street and someone asks you if you’d like to try.. I dunno a.. cake for example, but you don’t want to so you politely decline and continue to walk thinking that the conversation is over. However the cake-person follows you and asks you if you’re sure since this cake has pink frosting. 

At this point you’re a little flabbergasted.. does this person not understand the meaning of the word ‘no’? You simply decline again and continue to walk once more. The person however, doesn’t stop, now grabbing your sleeve. 

This time you’re getting annoyed. 

Cake-person doesn’t stop bothering you until you take a bite of the cake, but you refuse to do so. However if you show that you are getting annoyed then the people around to witness the scene will think that you’re the asshole. It’s a lose-lose situation. 

Then Jun Esaka comes around and writes a novel about how this is Tsundere behavior and how much you love the cake anyway.. hmm pink frosting yay… oh wait.. shit.. is it even “manly” enough to like pink things?! *eyeroll* 

"I think this vision of how a man should behave is deeply concerning. It's like men can't show emotions/vulnerability toward women because that make them weak? And the only way to show love is in a taciturn or an aggresive way? How awful is that? Is there really people out there thinking like that? Do they realize how harmful those stereotypes are not only for the men themselves but for women as well?"

It is very awful how it is displayed in this novel. 

For some people it is hard to show emotion and they themselves hold back, because trauma or distrust causes them to close up and so they use it as a protection mechanism. Therefore showing love.. openly or accepting it from someone else can feel like a weakness.

It’s an enormous emotional challenge. 

I can relate to that. 

In Sasuke’s case this love is for and from Naruto. 

In Esaka’s novel she casts this emotional challenge aside like it was absolutely fucking nothing. As if Sasuke always had been only about his physical power or Sakura. Also, Sasuke’s genuine distaste and annoyance towards Sakura throughout his entire life instead is… love? 

Maybe her own norms influenced Sasuke’s (not just any character, this is a developed character we’re talking about that has been altered)- behavior and persuaded the choices to fit the scenes which fit her story. Which.. imo didn’t work at all. Especially since Sasuke’s own personal goals don’t align with those roles and his unique characteristics.. let alone his sexual preferences. 

I get that the whole ‘male Tsundere’-thing is simply ‘a trope’.. just like Hinata is the typical ‘Dandere’, HOWEVER- purposefully changing a character for your fantasy is a different thing. 

It’s some sick twisted fantasy in the end since that is not how Sasuke loves.

Sasuke’s body moves on its own for the one he loves, both to save his life and to listen always to what he has to say. Whereas with Sakura his back is always turned. He feels pain when the one he loves suffers, but feels happy simply knowing he exists. Sasuke acknowledges the one he loves naturally, but shows it by secretly making sure he’s okay saying he “goes for a walk” or asking “if he had his meal”, because hearing his tummy growl.. even if it causes him to fail his lifelong goals.. he can’t help, but feed him. He feels relieved and safe knowing that he can share his hopes, pain, but also can laugh and cry with the one he loves, that they’re able to look in each other’s hearts. That person is his one and only. 

That person is Uzumaki Naruto. 

And not Haruno Sakura. 

And to love like that, so selflessly, but still being his own person is very strong of him 💅🏻

#asktamelee #zykamiliah #sns

[vanaera]

So I guess I am back

Hello, this is just a random update. It's been so long. I think I left this blog inactive for 2 years(?). So...basically life happened. I graduated from uni, struggled in the last 2 years of uni, and now I'm in my 1st year in law school.

Anyways, I'm here just to let ya'll know I'm still alive and I'm still planning to finish my ongoing fics (especially The Heart Holiday and TPAHR). I missed my babies so much.

For those who waited for me, thank you so much for your patience and I apologize for this super late notice and quite tired(?)-sounding post. Law school messed up my sleeping schedule and I sleep an average of 3 hours daily so I hope for your kind understanding.

So for just a quick catch-up on what I've been up to before I left this app:

🌸 I had COVID in 2021 and I almost delayed myself from graduating bc I was so sick and I was struggling with my thesis that I felt the need to drop it. Luckily, I didn't drop it and I was able to finish it on time. Big shout out to my family who knew I would hate myself if I didn't graduate on time and supported me all throughout my thesis era. Ya girl is a Magna Cum Laude graduate 🏅

🌸 I applied for law school, not really thinking I would get in (bc I was already dying bc of my thesis and the review period starts the same period of my thesis writing). I just applied for the experience so if I fail, at least I already know how to answer the exam for the following year. So I was shocked that not only did I pass, I was able to get into the top law school in my country.

🌸 I rekindled my love for watching anime and reading mangas/manhwas/manhuas. I've been in love with these stuff since I was 6 yrs old and they helped me keep sane in the past 2 years.

🌸 I love Haikyuu and I've been an avid fanfic reader of Haikyuu fics. It's amazing and I enjoyed myself a lot so expect some reblogs of anime-related content.

🌸 Last anime watched: Chainsaw Man

🌸 Last manhwa read: We are not Dating

🌸 I still love BTS and I listen to their music although I'm not as active as a fan like I used to be. I also started stanning groups like ATEEZ and The Boyz.

🌸 I started getting into Western shows (sorry, Kdramas took up the entire 20 years of my life) and oh my god, I love Breaking Bad and that show is hands-down one of the best I've ever seen. Better Call Saul is amazing (tho I haven't finished this yet) and Stranger Things is also cool.

🌸 Currently enjoying my subjects Criminal Law and Civil Law. I hate Political Law bc it's kinda draining and the cases are boring and my god the great disparity of page numbers in Political Law cases - they're either 10 pages long or 185 pages long and I have to read them all (they're 11 Arial, single spacing, narrow margin).

That's all for tonight as it's already 11:52 PM here and I have to get back to studying. Anyways, it's great to see ya'll again and I can't wait to start writing again in this blog! 🤗💖 Have a good week ahead, cuties! I'm wishing you all the best in your school/work/other stuff you're doing! 🍀💗🍀💗

#announcement #hello again

[prion-obsessed-premed]

7/10/23

this weekend, i was productive, but not in the way i had expected to be. one of my biggest goals during this time is to get better at prioritizing my tasks each day. this has been something that i've struggled with for forever. i will spend hours pouring over chapters that i've read a million times before, or reviewing concepts that i know like the back of my hand in order to avoid working on something i know i should be doing! the summer semester is always a grind, but i think it's starting to catch up to me a little bit now.

things i accomplished that i'm proud of:

planted some seeds in my garden that i had been trying to get started for nearly two weeks

had a great one-on-one study session with one of my anatomy students learning about muscle contraction

finished the second skein of yard for an afghan i'm crocheting for my best friend's birthday

completed three chapters of stats homework for an exam (that's tomorrow! yikes!!)

things that i probably could've handled better:

i wasted a lot of time friday scrolling through instagram; if i hadn't done that, i definitely wouldn't have been so rushed in trying to complete stats

instead of creating flashcards for muscle ID that i promised my students, i decided to crochet and watch house md - it wasn't the end of the world because i needed to take some time for myself, but i wish i would've gotten started on them just a little bit

specific goals for the upcoming week:

finish creating the answer key for a practice exam for anatomy

review umpiring rules for this weekend (ew)

continue tracking tutoring hours

review neuro anki

create at least axial muscle anki ID

what are some ways that you help yourself stay on track with tasks during the week? if you've read this far, thank you! see ya next time :)

-- mar

#100 days of productivity #med student #med school #medblr #med studyblr #premed #study #student #study aesthetic #studyblr #studyinspo #study motivation #anatomy #physiology #anki #motivation #neuroscience #biology #reflection #inspiration

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #12

Is it possible the CANON references to Eddie’s heart started before season 4? Heart Reference #12

There were many references to Eddie’s heart included at the end of season 4 and they continued throughout season 5.  But what if the references began during season 2 and continued through season 5? Let’s review the twelfth reference to Eddie’s heart which includes his attempt to deal with his past so that he could start to move forward.

5x9 “Past is Prologue”

Gabi arrived at the California DMV to take her driving test and the proctor of her exam; Chloe got inside of her car.  They introduced themselves and Chloe told Gabi that her test started as soon as she had entered, therefore she should have put on her seatbelt.  Gabi became nervous and started to make mistakes but when Chloe told her to take a right, she was so nervous about failing the test that she wasn’t paying attention and almost ran into the back of another car. She said, “I’ve already failed haven’t I? “Yep. Definitely failed again. That’s why I moved here ya know?” then she continued to explain why she moved from Brooklyn to L.A. and said the main reason she moved was because of a “Bad breakup.” Chloe told her to just keep moving and Gabi responded with that’s what she was trying to do but Chloe was talking about her continuing to drive. After she made a right turn, the ground started to shake, the asphalt opened and oil started to shoot up into the air.  Gabi’s car went into the hole where the oil was coming from and they became trapped inside of the car.  The air bags inflated and caused the ink pen Chloe had been using to become lodged in one of her lungs.  Gabi called 9-1-1 and explained what happened and May told her that fire and rescue was on the way.

The 118 arrived and after Bobby assessed the situation, he asked May how Chloe was doing and she explained that Chloe’s breathing was labored.  Buck was preparing to use the jaws to open the car but Bobby stopped him and explained if he used it, a spark could ignite and cause the whole car to go up in flames.  While they were trying to figure out the best way to help them, Chloe told Gabi, “You didn’t…” and Gabi said, “What?” Chloe replied “Run. Still here”. Then Gabi replied with, “Where would I go? I don’t have a license”. Hen asked May how Chloe was doing and she told her Chloe’s breathing was getting worse so Hen told Bobby they had to hurry up and get her out or she was going to drown in her own blood.  Bobby said they could cap the well by pushing Gabi’s car inside of the hole and that’s what they did.  When Buck and Eddie reached the roof, Buck broke through the sunroof and when they finally got access, Eddie said, “Let’s get you out of here” and Gabi said, “No, I’m fine. Save her first because she stopped talking”.  Then Eddie told Gabi, “We save you then we can get in and save her”.  Eddie pulled Gabi out of the car and Hen got inside of the car.  Hen yelled for Eddie to hand her a gauze packet and he did. Once she applied it to Chloe’s wound, the car started to shake and Eddie explained how the oil’s pressure was going to eventually move Gabi’s car even though they used it to plug the hole.  Buck told Hen they had to move so they pulled Chloe out and then Hen got out of the car.  Once they were all a safe distance away, the oil started shooting in the air again and it flipped Gabi’s car over.

The 118 was going to a call and Buck told everyone that he thought Taylor was going to break up with him because she wanted to go home to get some sleep even though he offered for her to stay at his place.  Hen asked him how that equated to her wanting to end their relationship and he explained that “Past is Prologue” based on the way women from his past acted whenever they were ready to flee him.  Ravi said, “Women flee you?” and Eddie laughed.  Then Buck started to explain all the excuses he believed women say when they are preparing to break up with someone like they have to wash their hair. Hen told him he was being to Buck about it and Eddie said, “A little? When was the last time a woman told you she had to go home to wash her hair…1952?” Then Hen spoke up to explain how Taylor wasn’t like Abby or Ali and how her name didn’t rhyme with theirs so that should have been a good sign for him. Buck admitted that Taylor was practically living with him because she was always at his place but he hadn’t realized it.  Then Bobby finally asked Buck, “Why does this keep happening to you?” and when Buck was preparing to respond, Bobby continued to explain how Buck doesn’t talk to the women he dates, he just goes with the flow and finds himself in a relationship with no idea how he got there and how he doesn’t know what to do when things go wrong.  Eddie interjected and said, “Yeah. Who does that?” and Buck looked at Eddie and Eddie grinned and looked right back at him. Then Bobby continued by telling Buck he needed to talk to her so he could find out what was going on.

Buck confronted Taylor after he found her snooping around his loft looking for her laptop.  She told him she needed to take a trip and how she would be gone for 1 or 2 days but she wouldn’t tell him why.  He told her they needed to talk about it right then so she explained how her father had been convicted of killing her mother even though the coroner had first ruled it to be a suicide.  When Buck asked her how she felt about it, she explained how living in between her mom’s family and her dad’s family had been messy.  He asked her if he could go with her and she told him that she didn’t want that.

While the 118 were waiting for Ravi to bring them their coffees, Eddie and Hen were talking about Clive, a man from Hen’s mother’s Toni’s past.  Eddie explained how Toni and Clive were definitely a thing from the past and Hen agreed with him that she noticed it too while they were treating Clive. Eddie then said, “Clive and Toni were definitely a thing. I’m talking big-time long-lost love kind of thing. My abuela would eat this up. She loves a good telenovela.” Buck interrupted and said, “Oh cause uh, you don’t? Come on. I know you watch them with Christopher” and Eddie replied, “That’s how we practice our Spanish”.  Eddie asked Hen what happens next and Hen said she had Clive’s phone number so she could call him.  That’s when Buck spoke up and asked if she thought that was a good idea because it could be disastrous for everyone involved.  Eddie asked him, “Since when did you become the voice of reason?” and Hen asked him if something happened with Taylor.  He replied that she wasn’t going to break up with him but he didn’t elaborate.

Buck followed Taylor to Oklahoma and when they returned to L.A., he asked her if she was upset with him for following her and she said, “Well. I kind of love you for it”.  He said, “Great cause…What?” She replied, “Don’t make it weird” and then she threw a piece of food at him.  After he turned his back to her again, she said, “I love you” and he replied “Good. Love you too”.

Gabi was at the hospital when Chloe woke up.  Chloe said, “Hi.” and Gabi said, “Hi. I’m not sure what you remember” and Chloe responded with, “You saved my life. Thank you for that” and Gabi said, “My pleasure”.

Parallels

Life failures

Eddie has experienced a lot of things in his life that he previously considered to be failures even though he internalized them and equated them to him not feeling like he was enough for anyone. Gabi’s conversation with Chloe during the driving test has several parallels to Eddie’s life with regards to the path he took when he moved to California and the things that he also considered to be failures.

When Gabi told Chole that she failed her driving test again only minutes into the test, it parallels with Eddie’s life because his parents always made him feel like he failed at his marriage and at being a father during their conversation with him in 2017 which he remembered during one his flashbacks in 3x15 “Eddie Begins”.  Ramon said, “Christopher needs consistency. He already got cheated out of that when his own mother up and left him” and Eddie replied, “She didn’t leave him, she left me”.  Then his mother said, “No, no, she gave up on you and she left her son. I will always blame her for that”.

When Gabi told Chloe the main reason why she moved to L.A. was because of a “Bad breakup”, it paralleled with one of Eddie’s reasons for moving to L.A. too.  Shannon left him and Christopher which caused him to be a single dad who had to work three jobs to support them.  While his parents helped Shannon the entire time he was away in the Army, after she left him, all his parents did was try to convince him to leave Christopher with them so they could raise him instead of them encouraging Eddie to move forward and try to succeed at being a firefighter in Chicago or L.A.  They kept belittling his parenting skills and told him that Shannon leaving was the reason why he wasn’t going to be a good father.  Also Eddie had recently ended the relationship he had with Ana.  It went on way too long and she told him before she left that the remnants of their breakup was his mess to deal with and that meant he was going to have to deal with all the things he had spent years avoiding. He needs to determine who he really wants to be along with who he wants to be with so they can build a family together since it wasn’t what he wanted to do with her.  

Moving on

Gabi had just moved to L.A. from Brooklyn and thought she had failed at life after experiencing a bad break up.  Her significant other told her she was weak and didn’t know how to face her problems.  She admitted that she just ran away instead of dealing with the things that had been going on in her life. Her comments about moving on and failing were a direct parallel to some of Eddie’s life choices because he spent several years running away from different things. He ran away to the Army and reenlisted without discussing it with Shannon so that he didn’t have to go home.  He ran away from Texas to get away from his parents because they were suffocating him. Eventually, he ran away from his job with the 118 after he quit in 5x10 “Wrapped in Red”.  Being a firefighter was the one thing he ran towards instead of away from but he believed he needed to quit for his heart’s (Christopher’s) sake even though he never discussed it with him.  He just made the decision and left.  Another parallel between Gabi and Eddie is they don’t want to be viewed as weak.  Gabi said her significant other told her she was weak and didn’t know how to deal with her problems.  In 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia”, when Eddie was in therapy with Frank, he said, “An old drill sergeant of mine told me that pain is nothing but weakness leaving the body” and Frank said, “You think pain is weakness” Eddie replied, “It can be if you give into it”.  When Eddie went to Texas in 5x17 “Hero Complex” he said his dad didn’t tell anyone about the stints he had put in his heart because he didn’t want to seem weak.  When Ramon asked Eddie why he didn’t tell them about his panic attacks, Eddie said, “I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that question” and Ramon said, “You didn’t want to seem weak either”.  The ability to not seem like he’s weak is another thing Eddie is going to have to face in therapy so that he can move forward, 

Chloe told her to just “Keep moving” and Gabi said, “That’s what I’m doing. Trying to move on” but Gabi confused what Chloe said with what she meant.  She was telling Gabi to keep driving and her comment had nothing to do with Gabi’s failed relationship.  Eddie has been trying to move forward like he said his father taught him to do.  He told Hen, Chimney and Bobby in 3x1 “Kids Today” his father told him to “Brush it off and keep moving forward. It wasn’t easy but he wasn’t wrong”.  His actions also paralleled with Gabi’s because even though Eddie thought brushing things off and continuing to move forward would work in every scenario, it hadn’t worked for him.  He kept hitting roadblocks because he refused to deal with all of the things he continued to put into the box that was inside of his mind.  Ramon told Eddie in 5x17 “Hero Complex”, “All these years, I uh, I tried to set a good example for you. Maybe it was the wrong one, I don’t know” which could mean his father also misunderstood the comment about brushing things off so that he could keep moving forward.  After Gabi finally understood what Chloe meant by keep moving, Chole told her that she did the right thing by moving to L.A. and whoever the person was that left her was now in her rearview mirror.  That parallels with Eddie’s life too because he was finally starting to look at his own reflection in the mirror so that he could deal with things from his past.  He started moving forward in 5x6 “Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1” so that he could continue to be better for Christopher, his son who he considers to be his heart just like he had always done in the past.  But once he went to therapy for the second time and took it seriously in 5x14 “Dumb Luck”, he learned that he needed to be better for himself too (read blog post: “Eddie Diaz:  He’s going to therapy so that he can be better for himself” for more information on Eddie’s therapy and him learning how to be better).

Eddie tried to move on after he broke up with Ana but he realized in 5x6 “Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1” when Buck didn’t follow him when he left the hospital, that Buck was not going to break up with Taylor even though he told Eddie he should break up with Ana.  During the talk inside of the firetruck, when Eddie said, “Yeah, who does that?” in response to Bobby’s explanation about the way Buck doesn’t talk to the women he dates, it paralleled with how Eddie didn’t talk to Shannon during their marriage and how he didn’t talk to Ana either because they both ignored all the red flags that were present within their relationship.  Eddie’s response was also directed at Buck because he was telling him that he was a hypocrite.  Buck was doing the same thing he had accused Eddie of doing with Ana with regards to him not being all in.  Buck kept clinging and wouldn’t breakup with her so that he and Eddie could move on and try to rebuild the family they chose and work towards a relationship. Instead of Buck understanding what Eddie was trying to tell him, he listened to Bobby and continued trying to move forward with her.  Based on his nonchalant response to how he felt about her breaking up with him, he didn’t even seem to be upset by the thought of her leaving him.

Since Buck never admitted that he was clinging to Taylor and he kept getting deeper into a relationship with her, Eddie decided to move on and focus on the one good thing he told Frank in 3x9 “Fallout” that he had going on in his life which was Christopher.

Buck and Eddie vs. Gabi and Chloe

Initially, Chloe was kind of annoyed by Gabi after she got inside of the car.  But Gabi became attracted to Chloe after she looked at her.  Their initial interaction parallels with Buck and Eddie’s introduction in 2x1 “Under Pressure” because Buck felt threatened by Eddie and even though he was also attracted to him, he acted like a brat and tried to start an argument with him in the firehouse gym.

The things that happened to Chloe and Gabi after the oil well caused Gabi’s car to fall into a hole in the middle of the street are similar to the events that took place between Buck and Eddie after The Shooting.  When the air bags inflated, the ink pen Chloe had been using became lodged in her chest but a sniper shot Eddie in 4x13 “Suspicion”. So even though Eddie was shot and Chloe was impaled, the events that followed for both pairs were very similar.

While the ink pen was lodged inside Chloe’s lung and Gabi talked to May during the 9-1-1 call, May instructed Gabi to find a clean piece of cloth to hold and apply pressure to the wound.  Gabi told her that she had some napkins and May told her that would work.  The way Gabi applied pressure to Chole’s wound parallels with how Buck applied pressure to Eddie’s gunshot wound in 4x14 “Survivors” while they were inside of the firetruck.

Chole stopped breathing and went unconscious after the blood pushed the ink pen out of her chest and it’s similar to the way Eddie went unconscious after he lost a lot of blood following The Shooting.

When Chloe told Gabi, “You didn’t…” and Gabi said, “What?” and Chloe replied “Run. Still here”, it was Chloe’s way of saying Gabi didn’t abandon her and leave her for dead even though she could have and went on with her life.  It parallels with how Buck did everything he could to keep Eddie alive by talking to him and telling him to stay with him.  He stayed by Eddie’s side until the emergency team wheeled him into the hospital.

Gabi was at the hospital when Chloe woke up and when Chloe said, “Hi.”, Gabi responded with, “Hi. I’m not sure what you remember”.  Chloe then said, “You saved my life. Thank you for that” and Gabi said, “My pleasure”. Gabi being there waiting for Chloe to wake up parallels with how Buck was waiting for Eddie to wake up in 4x14 “Survivors”.  Buck ran to be with Eddie as soon as he received the call that Eddie was awake and they made similar googly eyes at each other just like Chloe and Gabi did after Chloe woke up.

Fix it

When Buck followed Taylor to Oklahoma, he was trying to fix it for her.  Eddie told him in 5x4 “Home and Away” after Chimney punched Buck and left to go find Maddie, “You’re the guy who likes to fix things. But maybe this isn’t something you can fix”.   He told him something similar in 5x18 “Starting Over” when Buck was worried about Bobby’s guilt regarding the Jonah situation. When Buck said, “I just, I wish I could…” Eddie interrupted and said, “Fix it” and started laughing then Buck said, “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m the guy who always likes to fix everything”.  Eddie said, “Hey it comes in handy when you have a bunch of holes in your walls” and that made Buck smile.  Buck’s response of trying to fix everything for Taylor after she told him about her parents, is exactly what Eddie has been trying to tell him that he does for months. The fact that Buck still tries to fix everything even though Eddie told him he can’t shows that Buck still hasn’t realized some things aren’t meant to be fixed.  He acts before he thinks and he blames himself for everything even when none of it was his fault.  At first, it seemed like Eddie’s explanation helped him in 5x4 because Buck seemed to have understood that he can’t fix everything.  However after he talked to Taylor about Chimney and Maddie leaving in 5x5 “Peer Pressure” he was confused again which caused him to fall right back into fix it mode.  Before she left, he told her that he would help her review the case so they could see if there was any additional information that could be found to help free her dad. She’s a journalist and she explained to him that she had already looked at the case several times.  He still felt like he could fix it by travelling to Oklahoma even though she told him not to.  Buck would never be able to fix Taylor’s family issues and he was still trying to fix things for Bobby several months later.  Maybe he will finally learn that some things aren’t his responsibility to fix.

One of the many differences between Buck and Taylor when compared to Buck and Eddie is Buck stepped in with Eddie after they had only known each other for a few weeks.  He never asked Eddie if he wanted or needed him to step in with him because in 2x4 “Stuck”, Buck just started contacting people like Bobby and Carla to help Eddie with his childcare issues. 

Buck is the only person Eddie talks freely with and he doesn’t have to do too much to make Eddie talk.  In 3x6 “Monsters”, Buck told Eddie, “I just want you to talk to me. Even if it’s just to let me know that you’re still mad”.  When that is compared to his conversation with Taylor in 5x9, it’s easy to see who Buck knows best. He literally told Taylor she was going to stop and talk to him about what was going on with her even though she was prepared to walk out without telling him anything.

Eddie said in 3x9 “Fallout” while he, Buck and Christopher were playing video games, “This is my kind of therapy” which meant him spending time with the family he chose made him feel better than him going to a therapist’s office to talk about his feelings.  That’s also different when it’s compared to the way Buck and Taylor communicated with each other.  After being together for months, they still couldn’t trust each other and he told her that during their breakup in 5x18 “Starting Over”.  Buck and Eddie trusted each other from the moment they told each other they would have the other one’s back.

Another difference is Buck has never had to ask Eddie for permission to be there for him.  After Eddie’s breakdown in 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia”, Eddie didn’t ask Buck why he was there and he didn’t ask him to leave.  Buck just stayed and organized everything like taking Christopher to school and being there for him while Eddie went to therapy.  Buck was acting like Eddie’s HUSBAND when he stepped in to help him and Christopher from 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia” through 5x14 “Dumb Luck” (read blog post: “Evan “Buck” Buckley: HUSBAND vs. HIMBO” for more information on how Buck acts like a HUSBAND vs. when he acts like a HIMBO).  That’s very different from the way Taylor told Buck she didn’t want his help or for him to follow her but when he did, she did a complete 180 degree turn after they got back to L.A. and told him she loved him for it. Basically she was happy that he finally chased her and that was the thing he had to do for her to tell him she loved him.

Buck clung to Taylor

When Buck kept clinging to Taylor, Eddie started to move on.  He was shocked when Buck said Taylor hadn’t been planning to break up with him while they were waiting for Ravi to bring their coffees and since Buck didn’t elaborate on it, Eddie probably felt like Buck was never going to come back to him. He saw Buck going out of his way to prove to Taylor that he was all in with her which meant there was no room left for Eddie.  That caused Eddie to place all his focus on taking care of Christopher and moving forward by trying to deal with his own life but he wasn’t happy.  They were becoming even more distant with each other after The Shooting but Buck was dealing with his own mess so Eddie stopped trying to bring the family he chose back together, especially after Buck told him he should end it with Ana and he didn’t break up with Taylor. He just kept clinging to her even though he knew in his heart it wasn’t right.  He was too scared to admit things had changed between him and Eddie so they just kept moving away from each other.  Buck did the same thing with Taylor that Abby did with him and instead of ending it, he thought he would be better for her if he stayed and tried to make it work when ultimately, he was just miserable.   Buck ignored the issues in his own life when he tried to fix things for Taylor and there was no way that could work because Buck had already stopped going to therapy which means he wasn’t dealing with his own issues that stemmed from his childhood.  Also he and Taylor were broken people who tried to make a relationship work but two broken halves can’t make a whole.  They should have worked on being better for themselves instead of patching up whatever they had going on for almost one year.  When she told him that she loved him for it, she was telling him that he finally did what she had been trying to get him to do since Eddie had been shot, chase her. In 4x14 “Survivors” she kissed him and ran but he didn’t follow her because Ana called to tell him Eddie was awake and he ran to be at Eddie’s bedside while he was in the hospital (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: Buck has always been in LOVE with Eddie; Taylor never had a chance” for information on how Taylor manipulated her way into Buck’s life).  When Taylor returned to Buck’s loft a few days later, she said, “You didn’t chase me” and that’s when he told her how he had spent a long time feeling like he wasn’t enough so if she didn’t want him and that’s when she told him she did. He said he wasn’t going to chase people anymore but there he was after he listened to Bobby’s advice, he ended up giving Taylor exactly what she wanted and that was to be chased by the man she pretended to be interested in so that she could feel good about herself.  Once he chased her, she was holding all the cards in the relationship which meant she could manipulate him to get what she wanted.  Isn’t that an example of how things ended up being between them throughout the entirety of their relationship?  Taylor called all the shots regarding whose furniture they were going to keep in 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia” when she moved in with him.  She told him that he trapped her and that she didn’t have anywhere to go after he finally told her that he kissed someone.  Clearly, she did have somewhere to go because when he finally broke up with her in 5x18 “Starting Over” she didn’t sleep in her car, she moved out and it’s obvious she wasn’t living on the street.  Taylor used Buck’s kindness and took it for weakness so that she could be in control and that probably stemmed from her Arrested Development of a childhood that she had.  She manipulated him the entire time he was pursuing her in season 4 too because she kept playing her little school girl games every time she told him she just wanted to be friends.  Either she was lying then or she lied when she said she was ready to be with him. Either way, she’s immature and doesn’t know how to function in an adult relationship.  Adult relationships take compromise and understanding, not manipulation and foolery (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: Buck & Eddie’s Kitchen Scene vs. Their Kitchen Scenes with Ana and Taylor” for more information on how Taylor acted immaturely while she was in the kitchen with Buck).  That’s the main reason why Taylor was never meant to be Buck’s endgame (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: Buck and Eddie are each other’s ENDGAME” for information on why Buck and Eddie are each other’s endgame).

Eddie put all of his focus on trying to make himself happy by making Christopher happy but he didn’t realize the things he had done in the past weren’t going to work this time.  He couldn’t keep avoiding dealing with his past because the box inside of his mind was starting to overflow and once it exploded, he had a mental breakdown.  He kept trying to be better for Christopher but he wouldn’t start learning how to be better for himself until he went back to therapy.

Will Buck and Eddie talk about their childhoods and all of the traumas they experienced in therapy during season 6?  Will they finally talk about all of their shared traumas?  Will they confess their love for each other or will they continue to start and stop relationships with other people even though they’ve already given their hearts to each other?  Only the showrunners, writers and producers know the answers to those questions.

Additional references for Eddie’s heart will be posted daily.

Links to “Heart References” posts

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #1”

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-References #2 & 3” 

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-References #4, 10 & 16” 

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #5” 

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #6” 

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #7” 

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #8” 

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #9” 

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #11” 

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