#i can’t with this fatty surprise shit
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Urban Wyatt x Harlow Sister : Instagram AU
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yourusername My man and two of my favorite guys. But the way my man looks at me 🥺 got me ready to get down on my knees, marry him and give him children.
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urbanwyatt 😚😊😊 get to it then baby.
jackharlow No! Absolutely not
nickiejonpabon Oh I made it to the favorite list? I feel honored.
yourusername Don’t act like you didn’t know you’re one of my favorites.
claybornharlow Good thing you don’t want to get married and have kids.
yourusername You didn’t have to call me out damn.
urbanwyatt 🙄
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urbanwyatt She took these and I think I need to teach her how to get the good angles.
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yourusername 🙄 Okay calm down professional. Plus the hands and dimples are always the good angles so 🤫
jackharlow He is a professional so wdym
yourusername Can you leave?
jackharlow NO
urbanwyatt 😂😂
user Can y/n fight?
jackharlow Why 👀
user cus I’m about to slide into her man’s dms
jackharlow 💀
jackharlow Might not want to do that bruh
user2 😭😭
claybornharlow Just to warn you, her dog ain’t the only one named scrappy
urbanwyatt yoo 😭💀
yourusername Y’all are annoying 😫
yourusername But slide into his dms, you might get a little surprise *sips on tea*
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yourusername We did a thing 🤭🫣 just us two and no one else, well minus one person. But other than that, this doesn’t feel too different.
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urbanwyatt 🤫🤫🤫
urbanwyatt Isssaaa secret…. For now….
mamamaggie What did you two do?
yourusername Oh hi mama 😊
mamamaggie Child of mine, please tell me you didn’t.
yourusername I didn’t?
jackharlow What did she do mom?
jackharlow YN HARLOW WHAT DID YOU DO NOW???
yourusername Damn relax, don’t have to yell bro.
claybornharlow Urban, what did you two do?
urbanwyatt Whatever it is that we did, I blame her okay?
yourusername 🤨
urbanwyatt Kiddingggg 🤪
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urbanwyatt Last night after we did what we did 🤭😁 we came back to our hotel to smoke a fatty, and she surprised me with this 🤤 yeahhhh I can live like this for ever!!!!!!
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yourusername 🙈
selenosunni 👀 What did you losers do
cozane i think I have an idea but I want to believe I don’t, that way Maggie, Jack and Clay don’t get mad at me.
selenosunni text me what you think they did
cozane 🤫🤫🤫
selenosunni OH SHIT
selenosunni IT MAKES SENSE NOW
jackharlow Mind sharing it with the class?
cozane 🤦🏻
neelamthadhani She a baddie 😍 🔥
mamamaggie You two can’t hide forever, I’ll find out eventually.
urbanwyatt We’re not hiding exactly. ok maybe a little bit
claybornharlow My stomach is in knots trying to figure out all the possible things you two idiots could’ve done. And there’s one at the top of my list that I really hope you didn’t do.
yourusername 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨
jackharlow Clay, text me and tell me.
claybornharlow You really are all bro.
jackharlow text me
claybornharlow I did dumbass
yourusername LMAAAOOOO
jackharlow Wait a damn minute.
jackharlow Nah they wouldn’t. Y/N wouldn’t
urbanwyatt Whyyyy???
yourusername 🙄
jackharlow I will disown both of you if you did what everyone is saying you did.
yourusername You’ll get over it
user nah drop us a hint.
yourusername No
urbanwyatt happy life 🙈🤪
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STOLITZØ - THIRTEEN
Loona stomped through the portal into the I.M.P offices, Octavia following close behind. Stolas came last, the portal closing behind him.
Moxxie and Millie were in the boardroom when they heard the others arrive. They poked their heads out the door and ran out to greet them when they saw who it was.
“Your Majesty,” Moxxie rushed up to Stolas. “What’s going on? Loona was…” he quickly gave her a slanted eye, then looked back at Stolas, “Less than helpful.”
“F*ck off, fatty” Loona growled.
“Loona, puhleez” Moxxie put up a hand to shush her, “We are in the presence of royalty.”
Loona bristled “Why you smug little…”
“Hey now!” Millie stepped between the two “Don’t talk to Moxxie that way!”
Stolas rubbed his hands awkwardly looking back and forth between the three, not sure where to begin, nor how to stop this bickering.
Octavia placed a hand on Stolas’s arm, smiling up at him in encouragement.
Stolas’s anxiety melted for just a moment when he looked in his daughter’s eyes. He smiled back and found his courage.
Stolas clapped. “That’s enough of that.”
Everyone stopped mid-argument and looked at Stolas in surprise.
“Blitzø is missing and Loona and I have had no luck in contacting him.”
Stolas recounted the events of the evening to the M&M’s
M&M looked at each other in exasperation.
“He just…” Moxxie started.
“LEFT?” Millie finished.
“It would appear so.”
Millie crossed her arms and shook her head. Moxxie pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his brows.
“Uuuuuugh. That man is SUCH a mess….” Moxxie moaned.
Millie held his shoulders to help calm his nerves.
“So what the f*ck are we going to do about this?” Loona snapped.
Millie looked at Stolas. “And you’re positive he left?”
“My staff told me as much.” Stolas said. “He also left the grimoire. He’s always handed it to me personally… Even IF we’ve had… Our troubles” Stolas looked away ashamed.
The M&M’s looked at Stolas with empathy and sadness. They both wished Blitzø had just gotten his shit together and talked to Stolas like he promised he was going to.
“We could track his phone?” Moxxie suggested.
“We already TOLD you that his phone is OFF you f*ckwit!” Loona snarled. “That’s why we CAN’T. REACH. HIM!”
M&M leapt into another screaming argument with Loona. Stolas couldn’t handle this. Blitzø was missing. He didn’t know what to do. And Blitzø’s family wasn’t helping. What was he supposed to do?
“Dad?” Octavia tugged on his arm.
“What is it my owlette?” Stolas leaned over so he could hear her over the argument.
“Blitzø drives that pedo van when he comes to see you right?”
“Ah… Ha… Yes.” Stolas laughed awkwardly. “Why do you ask?”
“If we can’t track his phone. Maybe we can track his van?”
“That’s an amazing idea, Via!” Stolas scooped Via up and twirled her about in a hug.
“Dad?” Octavia was pinned against Stolas. “Dad? Could you… Can you… Please put me…”
Loona and the M&M’s froze mid-bicker when they saw Stolas’s outburst of joy.
Stolas placed Octavia down with one last hug and turned to the others.
“What is it, your majesty?” Moxxie asked.
“We can’t track his phone,” Stolas nodded to Loona. “But can we track the van?”
Loona cocked an eyebrow. Millie perked up and looked at Moxxie.
Moxxie thought for a moment, rubbing his chin, then started up the computer at the desk.
“I think so, Sire!” he said excitedly. “I just need to see if Blitzø actually activated the damn device. I paid and registered the service… But we all know Blitzø…”
Everyone huddled around the computer screen as Moxxie typed and clicked.
“Ah ha! Yes!” Moxxie climbed up the chair and onto the desk’s top. He pulled out his phone, tapped out a few things and squee’d with glee. He turned the phone screen around so the others could see.
“He actually did something I asked!” Moxxie beamed with joy, pupils as big as an anime school girl’s and filled with stars.
“So, yes?” Stolas asked. “We CAN track the van?”
“Yes!” Moxxie jumped for joy.
“Then f*cking do it, dumpster fire!” Loona snapped.
Millie snarled, ready to clap back.
“Yes.” Stolas clasped his hands together pleadingly. “Please do.”
Moxxie tapped a few things then made a face at his phone screen.
“What? What is it?” Stolas asked in a panic.
“It’s strange…” Moxxie handed Stolas his phone. “The van is just sitting on the side of the Hellway.”
“We should check it out” Millie tenderly touched Stolas’s leg, looking up at him with a sympathetic smile.
“Right. Yes.” Stolas said, staring at the Hell Positioning System map on Moxxie’s phone screen. He felt his mind reeling.
That’s not far from the mansion. Why would he just leave and sit at the side of the road? Did he plan on coming back? What did I do? Should I even go? Would he even want to see me? Maybe I shouldn’t go with them… But what if he’s hurt and needs help right away? I’d better go…
Stolas took a deep breath to calm himself. He looked at the others.
“Let’s go then”
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@gemini-sensei , after your Perv!Demetri post, all I can think about is this.
I love the idea of Poly! Demetri and Yasmine where where they are in a relationship with Reader.
Perv!Demetri has always been and always will be a pervert. No matter if he’s in a relationship, his weird little gross habits never stop. So when he gets with Yasmine and Reader he’s still up to his little games to get off. But it’s not all bad. He comes out with his dirty little habits quite early in their relationship.
The girls are a little shocked at the news but it doesn’t overly surprise them a bit. They could have easily guessed their lanky boyfriend would be into some freaky shit.
They actually decided to play into his dirty secrets a bit. They love to rile him up and now know the perfect ways to.
They make him sit in a chair across from their bed when the fun starts.
Reader and Yasmine get all handsy with each other in front of him. Yasmine ends up pushing the chubby girl back on to the bed, climbing on top of her. Peeling of the other girls clothes along with her own. She tosses them off the bed but purposefully throws them over near Demetri. Knowing he can’t stop himself from trying to retrieve them before going back to watch them. Using the poor fabric of one of the girls panties to stroke his hard dick.
They also don’t care that he whips his dick out and starts playing with himself. Punishing him wouldn’t be all that fun. If he had done something bad that was another story, but it’s pretty common to just let him have his fun. It’s not hurting anyone.
He ends up watching their little show until they have each other cumming. The way their pussies cream against one another, the sounds they make, it’s all so much. It has him fisting his cock extra hard at the end. When the loud whimpering starts it’s over for him. Seeing the way the girls whimper and pant over each other is just too hot for him to handle.
(The girls definitely had to train him so he doesn’t cum as soon as they do.)
Reader might never admit it but she loves the way Yasmine makes her cum so fast and hard. It has her toes curling, thighs shaking and eyes rolling back into her head. But she loves to get off on what happens about 80% of them time after she has her cumming.
Yasmine definitely won’t admit her little kink, ever.
She likes to roll Reader over as soon as they are done so that she is underneath the chubby girl. Grabbing at fatty hips with big soft tits in her face. She does this because she knows Demetri can’t help but come over for his own fun. Training him not to cum was pretty hard, training him to walk on over and shove his dick into fat girl pussy was easy. He would never give up the chance to fuck Reader until he finally busted. Which was honestly very quick with the way he would edge himself the whole time he watched them.
Getting to watch both Reader and Demetri get off was one of her favorite things. Being under them, looking up at their faces as they lost control was pure heaven.
It was also a huge secret that Yasmine was the biggest supporter of the idea of getting Reader pregnant. She wants to make sure that the chubby girl gets the biggest creampie of the night by far. She want’s a baby so bad but she also just can’t wait to see Reader pregnant. This little part of her brain wants to see the women all round with Demetri’s baby so bad.
#cobra kai#cobra kai blog#cobra kai ask blog#cobra kai headcanons#cobra kai imagine#cobra kai confessions#pervert!demetri#poly yasmine and demetri#poly demetri and yasmine#demetri alexopoulos x reader#demetri alexopoulos#cobra kai demetri#demetri headcanons#demetri cobra kai#demetri alexopoulos x chubby reader#demetri alexopoulos smut#yasmine x chubby reader#yasmine cobra kai#yasmine x reader#cobra kai yasmine#yasmine smut#smut#smut thoughts#cobra kai smut#chubby!reader#chubby reader#cobra kai x chubby reader#cobra kai x reader
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Can we some more of soap with a fatty please? I just need more of people thirsting over his ass
Why does my tumblr not notify me of these??? Anyway! Anything for a fellow people simping over soap and his ass lover!
Also I’ve been put onto other ships like Gaz x Soap and Price x Soap so be prepared for everyone thirsting over Soap.
Ps. I got mad side tracked with this and Soap’s ass ended being like a side feature sorry 😭
The idea I’ve got in my head is the 141 have an event to go to yeah? It’s a formal event so everyone’s dressing up nice. Everybody’s in fitted suits and looking all neat and trimmed and proper. Even Ghost has left the usual balaclava for a simple surgical mask.
But the real surprise here (more so than Price abandoning his hat for once and Ghost the mask) is that Soap’s suit is tailored to near perfection on him. Now don’t get them wrong they had all seen Soap in fitted clothes, the man seemed to own nothing besides jeans and tight shirts, but they’d never seen him in something tailored to bring out all of his assets.
It sits tight around his biceps and tapers in at the waist and the colour of the jacket brings out his eyes. But the real shock is the pants he has on. They can tell he’s not happy about them, constantly running his hands along his thighs and plucking at the tight material but that just seems to accentuate them even more.
They look painted on with the way they cling to his thighs and ass, shifting with every step he takes and threatening to rip if he moves too fast.
Soaps grumbling about them, something about how the brass wouldn’t let him walk around in his usual kilt cause it’d upset the older folk or something, ‘fucking let the old bags cark it for all I care, beats having to wear this shit’
But everyone else is silently thanking the brass for blessing their eyes with this rare sight.
Gaz looks a little pink in the face but he still approaches Soap with a smug little grin, blatantly checking his best friend out as he talks to him, “You gotta admit the pants make your ass look downright sinful McTavish.”
The Scot scoffs but nobody’s missing the flush it brings to his face, and suddenly it’s a competition to see who can make him blush more from the compliments they lay on him.
Price, in all his old man ways as the sergeants like to call it, simply comes right up next to Soap and slings an arm around his waist as they talk to a couple of soldiers from another platoon. Nothing really happens at first but then they’re shifting with the crowd and Price’s hand is slipping down and resting on the curve of his ass, fingers brushing gently and threatening to squeeze but not quite getting there.
When he leans in and speaks his voice is low, sounding like gravel and sending heat up Soap’s spine, “You look good lad.”
The words and light brushes of touch make him reden to an alarming degree if the worry in the soldier’s eyes is anything to go off of.
Ghost doesn’t really say much, he was never really a words person but also he can’t actually make his mouth move in the face of everything. So instead he just blatantly looks his sergeant over, holding eye contact when he catches Soap’s eye and relishing in the way his ears redden under his stare. And if he’s trying to hide the fact that he may or may not be drooling under the mask?? Well, he’s doing a damn fine job of it.
Alejandro is blatant about it because of course he is. He eventually manages to back Soap into a corner, leaning in close and relishing in the way the man stares back defiantly though there is a hint of a smile on his lips and the apples of his cheeks are starting to darken slightly.
“You look stunning mi amor.” It’s a blanket compliment but from the way Alejandro’s eyes dip, quick but with clear purpose, it’s easy to tell exactly what he’s talking about. Soap snorts at it but there’s no denying the way his smile turns shy and the redness in his face darkens even further.
Nobody’s entirely sure what Rudy had done. They had all watched him drag Soap out onto the dance floor, the two of them dancing with the other couples and exchanging quiet words and smiles.
After a bit Rudy had leant down, saying something or other that had the Scot tripping over his own feet, completely red in the face and trying to hide it away on the other man’s shoulder. Rudy had looked smug over it, shooting the rest of the guys a wink and little eye brow wiggle that they can’t help but find mildly adorable.
In the end it’s clear to see who won that little competition, but none of them really feel like they lost anything when they got to watch Soap blush up to his ears because of them. The tight pants and his amazing ass were a nice bonus as well.
#fic prompt#fic#prompt#fuck off haters#i’m looking at you die hard cod players#johnny ‘soap’ mctavish#call of duty#ghost x soap#simon ‘ghost’ riley#ghost#unrealistic suit standards#cause I know fuck all about suits#and was going for that ✨anime✨ effect#I know fuck all about the military and shit sooooo 🤷♀️#Kyle ‘gaz’ Garrick#john price#alejandro vargas#rudy parra#soap x everyone#soap x gaz#soap x price#soap x Alejandro#soap x Rudy#soap x 141#anonymous#response
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Time chapter 3
Moriarty the Patriot x reader
I have posted this on Wattpad under the same username mybones537
“Sir is there anywhere more private we could go to so I can give you a proper check over so I can make sure nothing else is wrong?’’ I ask as I pack my stuff away into my bag.
“Of course. We can go to my carriage” Sir said as I helped him up. The crowd makes way for us to pass. I helped sir into his carriage.
I give him a check up, I can see his heart is under a lot of stress but it is expected. He is a man in his mid 40s and overweight.
“So Doctor (last name) is everything alright?’’ Ma’am asks with a worried expression.
“Well most things seem to be fine but sir your heart is under a lot of stress” I begin to explain, “I’d suggest to lose some weight and eat more healthy, so less fatty foods. If you’d like I could come around once a month to check if everything is alright’’ I suggest as I pack away my medical tools.
“That would be much appreciated. Here is my address, how does the 5th of every month sound?” sir says as he writes down his address.
“That is fine with me” I say as I’m about to climb out the carriage.
“How much do we owe you for your services?” ma’am asks as she takes out a pouch full of money.
“Nothing at all” I replied.
“Then please take this as a symbol of our gratitude” Sir said as he handed me the pouch.
“I can’t possibly accept this. What about you?’’ I ask, I feel absolutely terrible about taking the money.
“Oh please. I am a Duke, this is practically nothing to us. Please accept this as a token of our appreciation. I insist”
“I… Thank you. I don’t know what to say” I accept it gratefully, knowing I’m going to need it while I’m stuck here.
Just as sir was about to say something else there was a knock on the carriage door. Ma’am opens the door.
“Excuse me, I am Detective inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard. We heard a disturbance in the area when we were at a crime scene nearby. Is everything alright?” Lestrade asked while not even giving a second thought.
“We’re alright now. You see Inspector I had a heart attack and Dr (last name) here saved my life” Sir said while gesturing towards me. Lestrade looked my way, he froze. There was a look of recognition in his eyes.
Shit… He knows
“Dr (last name) could you be so kind and come with me?” Lestrade asked nicely.
“Of course. I’ll be there now” I said goodbye to the Duke and Duchess, took my things and climbed out the carriage.
“Please come with me, to talk somewhere more private” Lestrade said.I nod my head and walk with him.
Shit. What should I do? He knows. Or Does he? Maybe he just wants to know about the heart attack.
(name) don’t fool yourself. Like come on you saw his face when he saw you.
Okay don’t panic.
“After you” the Inspector opened the door.
“Thank you” I walked in. I see we walked into an old building that no one could possibly live in.
“Why are we here?” I asked as I looked around. I see a small old beautiful painting of a white lily.
“It's somewhere private so we can talk without any reporters prying in” Lestrade spoke as crossed his arms over his chest.
“Does anyone live here?”
“No. No one has lived here in a long time”
“Well then I’m taking this” I pick up the painting and carefully put it in my bag, “so what did you want to talk about?”
“You look like the body at a crime scene that went missing. Care to explain?”
“That’s very strange” I try to make it look like I have no idea. I look over at Lestrade to see him raising a brow, “Okay! Look I have no idea how I got there I swear!”
“Then what? Why were you wearing strange clothes” he said sceptically.
“Listen if I told you, you’d probably think I’m crazy’’
“You’d be surprised what I have heard before”
“I doubt you would’ve heard of this”, I spat
“Try me” he uncrossed his arms and put his hands in his pockets.
“I’m from the year 2023” I said as fast as possible.
“Excuse me but did I hear that right?” Lestrade asks dumbfounded.
“Yes.” (I explained what happened)
“So you’re telling me that you got hit by a ‘truck’ that knocked you over a bridge, you went unconscious and woke up at the crime scene?” He summarised what I said.
“Yeah pretty much”
“I was definitely not expecting that”, came a voice from upstairs. Giving both Lestrade and myself a fright.
“Oh my god! … did you know someone was there?” I ask Lestrade.
“I hadn’t the faintest clue” he said, “ Holmes get down here this instant!”
A man slowly walked down the stairs, he was wearing a navy blue suit, white shirt buttoned down his collarbone and he had his navy hair up in a ponytail.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked in a monotone voice.
“I, my dear, am Sherlock Holmes. The world’s only consulting detective” he smirked.
#moriarty the patriot#albert james moriarty#louis james moriarty#william james moriarty#yuukoku no moriarty#james moriarty#mycroft holmes#sebastian moran#fred porlock
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fandoms: bnha, hq, jjk, mdzs, tgcf
bnha
Flare Signal by achievingelysium
(graphic depictions of violence)
AU. Midoriya Izuku shouldn't be surprised he ended up like this: hiding the secret of One for All from his own father, the notorious villain Dragon. The path to being a hero is a hard one.
Or; Izuku is an aspiring hero forced to work for his father’s villain organization. Then he runs into All Might.
Fingers Itch, Are You Pistol-Whipped? by iizukuus
(explicit) (graphic depictions of violence)
Katsuki crosses one leg over the other in his seat when Todoroki stumbles into the conference room an hour and a half late. And yeah, Todoroki’s fucking killing him with that glare of his. Lip’s twitching, tugging, fingers going like he’s getting ready to lunge at Katsuki over the table, but he won’t. Can’t.
Realistically, Katsuki didn’t do shit.
He’s not Todoroki’s maid, he’s not his fucking mother, and the asshole can consider this payback for the six-day old dishes in the sink. Katsuki wasn’t gonna give in, but at a certain point — you gotta do what’s good for the apartment as a whole. In the end, IcyHot wasn’t getting on it and Katsuki spent two hours scrubbing and putting away a mess he didn’t make.
So no, Katsuki isn’t gonna ride Todoroki’s dick, but Todoroki can sure as fuck suck his, cause that’s what he gets for not doing his fucking chores.
Or: Katsuki and Shouto just need a little love in their hearts.
to learn to be (me) by thekingoftrash
(mature)
In order to deal with the shit show that is his life, Shouto's always relied on some unhealthy coping mechanisms to help. It starts to become a problem at UA, but luckily, there are some people in his life that'll do whatever it takes to give him the life and happiness he deserves. It just might hurt a little in the meantime.
Or a lot. But hey, nobody said it'd be easy.
hq
Scheming Students by LindtLuirae
“To be fair,” Atsumu says, biting into his favourite fatty tuna Onigiri and chewing thoughtfully. “I keep catching students gossiping about us.”
That gives Kiyoomi a pause. “About us?”
“Aha,” Atsumu nods, finishing his onigiri with relish. “Like they pass notes ‘bout us bein’ cute together.”
jjk
Antipathy by CalicoColors
It's not a problem like Itadori thinks it to be. It's just a habit of his, a quirky little trait. Some people pick their skin, or crack their joints, or cover their mirrors. Megumi just doesn't like to eat.
mdzs
Company by WithBroomBefore
Lan Wangji is fourteen when the dying boy comes to stay at Cloud Recesses.
synesthesia by uchiuchi
When the darkness fades away and a face pops up, Wei Ying almost falls out of his chair.
What the fuck, he thinks. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.
Wei Ying counts to three, takes a breath, then shoots upwards. “Sorry, I dropped my pen,” he says, not even trying to make his lie sound convincing, because what the fuck, Lan Zhan is gorgeous. He has the brightest eyes Wei Ying’s ever seen, the nicest, longest eyelashes, and black hair draping over his shoulder. This guy has clearly won the lottery of attractive genes, which means he must be lacking in something else, like maybe his voice—
“It’s fine.”
WHAT THE FUCK, Wei Ying thinks. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK.
(In which Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, students from different universities, are assigned to complete a senior project together.)
Covered in Bees by ScarlettStorm
“Cloud Reccesses Apiary,” says a toneless, deep masculine voice, with zero question in it. Wei Ying doesn’t care, because whoever possesses that voice is probably going to come save him from bees like a fucking hero while wearing like, a suit of armor. That’s what you wear to catch bees, right?
“I have like, so many bees outside my front door right now,” he says, mouth running out ahead of him before he can even begin to think about reining it in. “It’s like a sandstorm of bees out there. There are so many bees. I got out of my car and there were just bees and I don’t want these bees. Do you want these bees? Please tell me you will come get these bees. I can’t leave my house and I have enough food for maybe a week but then I’m gonna have to learn how to cook dry beans and no one wants that, especially not me.” Wei Ying runs out of air, takes a breath, and belatedly adds, “My name is Wei Ying. Hi.”
Or: The beekeeping AU that no one asked for.
tgcf
your arms, my home by astrocosmos
One by one, Heavenly Officials have begun to vanish without a trace. It's up to the remaining few to uncover why.
—or is it?
two idiots don't cancel each other out by astrocosmos, moonsteps
“Gege? What’s going on?”
Xie Lian has gone bright red, his eyes flickering back and forth between He Xuan, who he’s still laying on, and Hua Cheng, who might have gone into actual shock.
“San Lang! We’re, we...uh, this is—”
He Xuan takes a deep breath, sends a prayer to the dead hermit crab he had when he was twelve, and says, “Xie Lian and I are dating.”
(Or: He Xuan gets dragged into a love triangle he never wanted to be part of.)
willow branches and flowers by curiositykilled
“Xie Lian?” the doctor asks.
Xie Lian had thought it safe enough to use his name after this many years, five hundred past the death of Xianle, but he questions that belief as her brow furrows.
“Ah,” he says, uncertain how to proceed but certain that changing it now would only raise her suspicions. “Yes?”
“Like the shrine?”
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After a mishap helping a village get rid of a malevolent ghost, Xie Lian stumbles upon a mysterious shrine and its keeper and discovers his most devoted believer in the last place he'd ever think to look.
#weekly fic recs#bnha fic recs#bnha#hq fic recs#hq#jjk fic recs#jjk#mdzs fic recs#mdzs#tgcf fic recs#tgcf#no prompt
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While I’m grateful that I’m much better than I was last year, I’m back to having nightmares every 2-3 hours and it’s exhausting. Like yeah I would get them every once in a while before all of this went down, but it feels like my nervous system is fucked now permanently. Did SNRIs help with my abdominal pain? Yes. Does it really feel like my gastro was negligent about the possible brain chemistry side affects? Yes. This is actually hell and the only reason I’ve improved over the last year from literally being unable to eat or stand up without tachycardia is therapy. None of those doctors helped me at all, except for maybe the cardiologist who admitted my meds were first gen and more dangerous than everything that’s out now and they were causing my side affects.
“Being on low dose SNRIs for three years can’t affect your brain chemistry. Withdrawal doesn’t exist, especially not when you combine two of the same kind.”
WHAT. It’s been a YEAR. And I’m still not fully well. Why was I fine for 27 years until we introduced this med. At the very least I could have a different condition exacerbating these results. My cortisol levels were through the roof last year. That shits going to wreak havoc on the rest of my body and the endocrinologist was just like “well you take hormonal birth control so I don’t really care about your cortisol.”
Sir??? I’ve been on it for 8 years without panic attacks or a sleep disorder. It’s not the problem. We introduced something else. Norepinephrine. Adrenaline neurotransmitters?????
I know you’ve all heard it enough over the last year but honestly I am still traumatized. Therapy does really help. But doctors should also be finding the cause, not just slapping meds on everything without understanding the patient’s body first.
It’s like the whole prednisone thing. I was on it for too long and now my body won’t go back to the way it was before. I started developing fatty liver disease markers. I developed tremors during the last months. My specialist wasn’t concerned with keeping me on a regimen or checking in with my process and just let me keep taking it. When I got transferred to UPMC because she didn’t know how to taper me or deal with my withdrawal side affects. I HAD to ripped off of it within a week because my markers were too high. THATS WHY I was put on SNRIs in the first place. To counteract the pain that withdrawing from prednisone was causing me. My new doc said it resulted in severe IBS.
Prednisone is essentially synthetic cortisol. So it makes sense to put me on an SNRI to combat that loss. But that means that for about 4 years my body didn’t produce it naturally. So why anyone is surprised that I started developing hospital level tachy and panic attacks before even getting off of it, why would withdrawal rebound have been such an outlandish idea? My body was flashing all of the warning lights for a reason.
Medicine is great. But long term modulation of our natural processes means that without it, it has to relearn. Seems pretty obvious.
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Keep Going After January: Top 10 Exercise Routine Longevity Hacks (2023)
So, you started working out on January 1. Good for you! I know a lot of people will give you shit for starting in Jan but fuck them. Start when you want to start. But let’s talk a bit about how to keep you on track past January, prevent burn out and streamline your idea of what this is supposed to be like.
When I originally wrote this guide in 2022, I was 7 months into my exercise journey. Now I’m 19 months in and these tips have helped keep me going. I’ve lost 40+lbs of fat, put on a bunch of muscle. I’m reaching my goals and have settled into this routine as a part of life. If you follow these tips it will help, I promise.
My Progress 2021-2023
Ensure you’re comfortable
The #1 reason I hate working out is cause I get sweaty and hot. But I’ve learned how to make it a shit ton comfier, especially as a 409lb guy. Here’s the 3 biggest. Wear light clothes, even if you hate showing skin. Get some flat shoes without a ton of extra padding. Utilize an anti-chafing cream like Thick N Slide if you find your thighs rub too much.
Check out our 2022 comfort guide for more tips: Exercise & The Fatty: Top 20 gym tips for comfort & success
What’s your reason for doing this? Make it tangible.
Both times I’ve decided to start working out successfully, I had other things going on in my life that made working out necessary. Essentially, I needed to have more endurance and strength to accomplish another goal. This time, The Butters growth (including enjoying the benefits of that) and the desire to toss around large men in bed. I’m just being honest.
Maybe you want to feel more confident in the face of stairs, ride dick longer, give birth easier, construct your body of art, support the weight of your tigo bitties, get out of bed earlier, or even scare people slightly when you shake their hand. Whatever the reason, it’s gotta be tangible and fun. It’s gotta be something personal and actually achievable. Not only achievable but exciting every time it happens.
Don’t make this about weight
Notice I didn’t mention weight loss in the above tip? Weight loss is slow and boring. If you’re working out right, it’s likely your weight loss will be a little delayed, but you’ll feel more functional and healthier sooner.
Overcome gym intimidation
Even though you probably won’t recognize it immediately, a lot of your apprehension is the result of deep-seated intimidation. Most people don’t really know anything about their body or the gym – jumping in can be a lot! Unfortunately, you can’t make this easier except to admit it and coach yourself through it.
Try watching natty or not videos on YouTube. Find out how many people are on steroids or in other ways manipulating their image for profit. This will make you feel a lot better about yourself and your capabilities.
Read More: Doing What’s Best For You Doesn’t Always Feel Good
Recognize you’re weaker than you think but also stronger!
You’re gonna be humbled your first few times in the gym. Your form will be trash. You’re gonna be sweaty, weak, and questioning why you’re doing this. But there will also be moments where you surprise the fuck outta yourself.
When I followed the plan given by my basic Planet Fitness trainer, I found that while I couldn’t lift very much, my muscles respond very well to stress; I got bulky and strong super quick. They call that newbie gains but it hasn’t slowed down. I was super intimidated by the gym at first, but I’ve also found that I’m very good at intuitively training myself. I’ve only ever worked with the trainer four times. But I keep making great progress and it encourages me to continue
Avoid the urge to post on social.
Often, we get in the gym and want to post about it for an ego boost or encouragement. Unfortunately, social media is an exhausting place sometimes. This should be a personal, private experience. Record yourself, yes - That’s very good for monitoring your form and making sure you look cute. But keep the videos off social media and yourself safe from being deflated by low likes and views.
Keep it fun
Look, what’s the point in doing anything if it isn’t fun? You’ll find me on the elliptical, smith machine, rope pull or literally anywhere else rocking the fuck out. The music, dance, and physical exertion makes it fun for me. But I also enjoy testing myself. Can I lift this, how many reps can I hit, how perfect can I keep my form, how long can I hold this? This is where I find a lot of the challenge that keeps me engaged throughout the workout. Since it’s me challenging me, and I hate being told what to do, it’s more fun. Although I can push myself too hard sometimes.
Switch it up
The best way to keep your exercises fun and interesting is to simply change up what you’re doing. I’ve focused on cardio, weight, reps, strength, variety, push/pull, individual body parts, cables, free weights, machines, big 3 lifts. Although some might see it as disorganized, I see it as responsive to my needs of the moment.
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i guess i should give a real update now that people follow me again haha.
idk. i love ryan so much. that boy really is just everything to me. i could not have asked for a better partner to be in love and do life with and i am so happy about the progress jacqi and i have made in our friendship too. polyamory is great and has made navigating my emotions and being able to self sooth so much easier. i’m able to communicate what’s going on with me and say what i need now instead of expecting my partner to pry and get the real answer. i can’t believe i went so long doing that and getting upset that the only ppl who fell for it were also (surprise) very manipulative lmao.
i know that for as much progress as i’ve made, i also still have a shit load of work to do.
i’m very much the child of narcissists and have an avoidant attachment, though i’m working on being mindful of this and doing my best to be more open and secure in my attachments. i’m trying to be more vulnerable with people i don’t know well and be secure in my reality enough to not let them sway me or make me regret it.
dating is so fucking hard, though. every time i find someone cool, there is just this glaring thing that makes me sad. it’s usually some kind of drug dependency and while i hold zero judgement on that in a friendship space, i have to prioritize myself and not let that be something i will accept in a partnership anymore. i’ve not smoked weed for over a year and only took a tiny bit of edible for geni’s bday, so i could relax and fall asleep. my drinking has gone from a few nights a week to maybe once or twice a month. my bottle of adderall has had well over half of the 90 day supply in it for months now. my muscle relaxers i got prescribed from my rib injury, i’ve only taken them to help me sleep when i move too much during the day and feel the muscle starting to cramp again. i haven’t even thought about doing any actual drug off the streets in years. actually, it’s very rare to drink more than one day a week anymore, and honestly, for the better because i was recently diagnosed with fatty liver. i will say that i still struggle with knowing my limit and like to get wasted, but i gotta pull back the reigns on that too or i risk dying like my grandpa did with liver disease.
oh. another thing. i’m so fucking overweight because i stopped drinking and smoking weed. you’d think i’d drop weight from that but nope. can’t cope with weed or drink or drug or pill? time to eat garbage and game for hours, i guess.
i’m trying to turn that into a gym and skating habit though. i miss being skinny. i want to lose the 110lbs i’ve gained the past 3 years.
anyway. if it’s not a drug/alcohol dependency, it’s an attachment style mismatch. i can’t do anxious attachment at all. i don’t have the spoons or bandwidth to text back every hour, especially when i’m working because i work with literal fucking acids and can’t put my focus anywhere else but on what i’m doing. it’s always so hard to put that boundary up too because i KNOW saying that we are incompatible in communication expectations leads to losing an otherwise cool friend but, ya know, it is what it is.
sometimes i want to leave houston. other times, i just could never leave it. it’s sweaty, it’s awful, i hate living here during the allergy seasons so bad, but i have everything i could ever ask for here. the little life i’ve built here means so much to me. i would probably do great in portland or seattle or chicago or new york. but would i like it as much? who knows.
in any case, i’ve decided that i’m going to start ivf treatments in two years with a sperm donor. i want to be a mom. i don’t have anyone in my life who i’d trust enough to be their dad and i am not letting that stop me. insane, prolly. but i make great money now and i know i could do it very easily, childcare costs in mind and all. i am starting to consider using a surrogate though. pregnancy is horrifying.
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I Fattened Up The Lumberjack Working on my House
A weight gain story by GainerBF
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My new cottage in the woods was coming along nicely. From the stone path leading to the door to the beautiful ponds in the back, it was truly my dream home.
However. My attention was elsewhere. More specifically on one of the lumberjacks working on my house. He was the only one of the group that was a lil pudgy looking. He had cute curly hair, red rosy cheeks and laughed a big laugh. He was dreamy, so much so that I dreamed about him. And I dreamed about him..getting fat.
I would make some hot chocolate or coffee for the lumberjacks but for, lets call him Red. But for Red, I snuck in a decent helping of heavy cream and used whole milk for his. He didn’t seem to notice.
‘Ahhh you’re too sweet *takes swig* mmmmm mmmmm best damn hot chocolate ever. Thank you dear’
Polite. A big burly gentleman. I NEEDED him.
‘Well mam, were mostly done. All it takes is a few more days of side work and a weekly check up for about 3 months to make sure the structure holds up. That only requires one of us so..’
RED. I blurted out. Oh my god what a simp.
The group chuckled knowing Red had won the lottery.
‘Well ok then. He’ll make sure everything goes smoothly for you and your home’
Play time 😈
Over the next few days, Red would come by and spend time at the cottage. And I would spend time fattening Red up. He didn’t really notice his flannel getting tighter at first
So I kept feeding him.
Cakes and cookies.
Soup and stews.
He ate half a turkey when he came for Thanksgiving and I won’t even lie I was in awe of that…
One day Red showed up in a large sweatshirt and my disappointment was immeasurable 😪
‘Little cold today Red?’ I jokingly asked
He chuckled and said something I had been waiting to here ‘you feed me too well dear. I can’t turn down your cooking so my flannel had to be retired sadly 😅’
That’s when I stopped him. I put my hand on his shoulder. And whispered in his ear.
‘But you look so good carrying that extra weight’
At first he was a little shook. But after looking down at his massive sweatshirt, he said something surprising.
‘I’ll be back tomorrow’ and left.
I had no idea what was coming. Was he angry? Was he embarassed? Either way, I couldn’t sleep all night. I made 3 pies, 2 dozen cookies and a cake out of extreme anxiety. I was ready to crash when I heard a knock at the door.
I opened it up and there he was, big Red in his flannel. His way way too tight red flannel. I got a bit lightheaded. I fell. He caught me 😍
He laid me down on the couch and kissed me. With so much rich passion and effort, he made me feel appreciated for what I had done to him.
‘I’m 300 pounds because of you’
And I was now wet because of him 🥲
Sex with a fatty is some divine blessing type shit. The bed is soft. Your fat fuck buddy is soft. You’re basically in a sandwich of soft. His weight crushing down on you, smushing you into the mattress. Heaven.
After all the activity, my big beautiful woodsman was hungry.
‘I’m starving after that workout’
Ok he was starving.
‘Got anything to eat?’ He said with a smile knowing damn well I had a bakery behind him
He settled down into a chair that was..struggling, to say the least. His clothes back on, me still naked in nothing but bare feet and a silk shirt.
I brought the goods to the table along with some whole milk to wash it down.
‘Open up big boy’
I fed him and fed him and fed him every last little bite of what I had made. He ate all of it. He drank all of it.
He started to shift a little. Uncomfortable perhaps? He did just eat enough for a small village.
While making direct eye contact, he pulled up his flannel causing his big jello belly to jiggle free from its restraints. I fell to my knees. It was even better when he was full 🤤
‘You are an incredible baker dear. Hell this massive mound here is the evidence’
He slapped his gut and laughed before heartily belching, which made him more red than his now outgrown flannel
‘Compliments to the chef, I guess my baking skills are top notch huh big guy? 😊’
He blushed then pulled me into his soft sanctuary. I felt so warm and at home in his arms. His kisses tasted like warm apple pie, which was a hell of a job by me if I do say.
Then he whispered something in my ear that drove me wild
‘…more’
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Hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved making it 😊 I believe I have now given every person who reads this a massive fantasy about fattening up and getting railed by a big burly lumberjack. Glad I could do that for you 😂
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could u please do like a harry x youtuber/influencer!reader and like lots of fluff🥺
Hi bubbie! Here you go :)))
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Language
Harry was panicking. His mum and sister were going to be here in less than two hours and he’s burnt the eggplant parmigiana he had worked tediously on.
He grabbed what he had left in his fridge - ground beef, shredded cheddar cheese, and a little bit of bacon.
It was the type of foods he usually strayed away from so sometimes when his shopper would bring this stuff home - he’d avoid it and admittedly sometimes it would go bad sitting in the fridge.
The singer pulls up YouTube onto his phone - hoping something would come up when he typed in the ingredients on the search bar.
He clicks on the first video by cookingwithnofucks. A chuckle at the name as an advertisement plays.
A cute, bubbly girl appears on screen in a beautiful modern kitchen. She has a shirt on that says ‘fuck the patriarchy and eat pizza’. A high ponytail and minimal makeup.
“Okay - today we’re making a cheeseburger casserole,” the girl chirps, “It’s a heart attack in a dish but it’s so fucking good.”
Harry finds himself smiling as he crinkles his nose - it sounds absolutely disgusting but he’s intrigued more by the girl on the screen.
“Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. Hiii, if you’re new - I’m Y/N and I do cooking shit. Subscribe to my channel and all that jazz,” she titters while cutting open her beef package.
Harry follows along step-by-step, shaking his head as she doesn’t describe the instructions nearly well enough and is generally all over the place.
It’s a fucking cooking channel and at one point the meat starts burning. She just laughs and says, “s’just a little crispy!”
The casserole turns out looking even better than Y/N’s to be honest. It’s done in just the right amount of time for him to shower before his family arrives.
He makes sure to subscribe to her channel - eyebrows raising when he sees that she has 16 million subscribers.
Harry wanted to spend longer, looking at her social media but there was a fixed time so he locked his phone and went to get ready.
**
Anne - always the sweetheart just tells Harry that the casserole is delicious even as a bit of grease runs down her fork from the fatty meats.
Gemma wasn’t as kind, grimacing at the casserole and remarking, “You truly are turning into an American, huh?”
**
Laying in bed that night, Harry swipes back onto YouTube. Going back to the page he just subscribed to - under a pseudonym. He clicks on another video.
“Uh, okay. So I’m cooking...fuck, it’s called unicorn bark. It looks like a magical animal puke but it looks delicious so we’re going to try it.”
Harry realizes he’s been watching this girl cook for nearly an hour. Different videos from desserts to dinners.
She curses like a sailor, fucks up almost every recipe, and makes a mess everywhere. But she’s smiling and talkative which makes him quite memorized by her.
**
“I hate editing,” Y/N groans, letting her head fall dramatically against the desktop. Her best friend and dog looked at her oddly.
“I keep saying you need to hire someone, you stubborn bitch,” Laney retorts, clicking through her Instagram feed.
“Fuck off,” she tells her friend with no real heat. The video was almost fully edited - how to make spicy as fuck jalapeño poppers.
There is a calm silence for a while until Laney gasps, “Holy shit.”
“What is it?” Y/N asks, not really caring as she clicks her mouse to trim a segment.
“Harry fucking Styles just followed you on Instagram and Twitter!” Laney shouts, her dog - Rufus popping his head up in confusion.
Y/N looks at her friend to see if she’s really serious and sees no signs of deception. “Oh my god,” Y/N replies. She loved Harry Styles in One Direction and as a solo artist - a fangirl if you will.
Y/N was a well-known influencer and has run in the circles of many celebrities. She’s even met Liam Payne but she’s never been able to bump into Harry.
Her alerts tell her it to be true, she swallows as she looks back up at Laney, “He dm’ed me.”
“Open it! What did he say?” She squeals, squeezing herself on the chair next to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone.
Y/N is a bit nervous, trying not to have a mini aneurysm as she opens the message thread.
HarryStyles: Hello. Just wanted to let you know that your cheeseburger casserole recipe saved my ass last night. Cheers x
“He’s totally coming onto you,” Her friend states instantly, bouncing excitedly - she also had a bit of a crush on the singer.
It takes the two of them a minute to cool their shit before Y/N manages a reply.
Y/N/LN: Well I guess it’s only fair. Your songs have made a few of my nights much better. I’m a bit of a slut for Fine Line.
Harry laughs behind his screen at the cheeky reply he gets back. He’s usually never this forward - especially on social media where he likes to fly under the radar.
HarryStyles: Well if you fancy my music that much, I totally love for you to come to a show. I’m performing in New York City in two weeks.
“This has to be a joke, right?” Y/N sputters to her friend, eyes wide at the invite to a concert she already had tickets to.
Y/N/LN: I’m not going to lie, I already have tickets to the show. However, I don’t have any backstage passes to meet the man of the hour. Do you know someone who can hook me up?
It does wonders for Harry’s narcissism to know that she already had tickets for his concert. Was he really going to do this? He hasn’t met up with some like this since his One Direction days.
He had to remind himself - she may just be friendly and take this as a totally casual interaction. Which would be normal, Harry really shouldn’t be so infatuated with someone he’s watched cook on social media.
HarryStyles: I think I can arrange that. Shoot me your number? I’ll have them sent digitally to you with instructions on how to get backstage.
Y/N is a bit dumbfounded at how fast they agreed to meet up. A harmless backstage tour - he could just be a fan of hers and totally not interested, right?
**
Over the next few weeks, they never really stop texting. Harry sends her pictures of the recipes he copies off her channel - that usually always look better than the original. He sends her clips of him goofing around during tour rehearsal. FaceTimes her when he’s finally home for the night.
She sends him videos of her watching Harry Styles Best Moment Part Five. A few photos she snaps throughout the city of him on billboards and buildings, in Times Square. YN facetimes him when she’s frustrated with filming or watched a sad movie.
It didn’t make sense to either of them how seamlessly they’d clicked - especially without meeting. They were a perfect balance for each other. Harry - laidback, organized, level-headed. Y/N - eccentric, all over the place, adventurous.
Jeff had told him that he’s been gaining media attention from his social media interactions with Y/N. They like each other’s photos, begin following each other’s friends, and comment goofy things on their posts.
“Listen, I have a great idea,” Y/N begins - which Harry learned is never good. “You should film a video with me sometime.”
Y/N knew she was going out on a limb and instantly regretted the questions she’d been building the courage to ask for days when it’s quiet on his end. There’s static for a moment and Y/N needs to fill the silence.
“It was - I was just, uh, I know you’re probably too busy. I was -“ She stutters, embarrassment flooding her.
Harry cuts her off, “I’d love to.”
“Yo-you would?” She asks timidly. Was she really going to have Harry Styles in her apartment? If so, should she take down her poster?
He laughs sweetly, “Why do you sound so surprised? I can’t wait to come to New York, love.”
Y/N giggles, “Not the fact that you’re performing in front of a sold out crowd at MSG? I don’t think seeing me will top that.”
“I’ve been looking forward to meetin’ you in person since I came across your channel. You so lovely,” Harry replies, his voice a little softer but more serious.
“I’m nervous,” Y/N admits, picking at a thread in her jeans.
“Me too,” Harry murmurs, despite not wanting to admit it - he wanted her to know this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t want her to think that this was something that he did often. But a little too prideful to admit it’s the first time he’s ever done something quite like this.
“What if you don’t like me?” Y/N whispers, she...well she didn’t compare to the models he’s been seen with before. She’s regretfully fell into the rabbit hole of looking up his past flings and relationships.
Harry barks out a disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, darling. I’ve been gone for you since I saw you burn that ground beef.”
**
Harry was having a bad day - scratch that. An awful one. He tried to go get coffee at eight in the morning and got bombarded by fans, he left the shop without even ordering. They followed him back to his car and it took him fifteen minutes to pull out.
His favorite Mickey Mouse Gucci suitcase he was bringing along on tour had busted. The zipper unraveling and the trim falling off as a result. It was a one-of-a-kind.
Then he’d been stuck on a Skype meeting about tour merchandise with a group of business partners for the last three hours - all he wanted was a fucking nap.
When Y/N’s contact vibrated across his screen, he’s itching to answer but declines as he needs to give these people his attention.
When she calls again, Harry feels a prickle of annoyance. It’s not even at her - to be quite honest. It’s just the shitty day and everything’s piling up.
He always got like this before he kicked off a tour - stress level maxed out and his ability to handle minor incidents nearly shot.
I’m busy
Okay! Sorry, just have a super exciting surprise for you, bub!
I really do not feeling like talking. I’d rather be left alone.
Oh, alright. Hope everything’s okay! Do you still want to facetime later?
Harry leaves her on read because he doesn’t want to slip up and take out his frustration on her. He’d been known to do that and he didn’t want her to think he was anything but besotted with her.
**
Y/N feels a little hesitant as she begins the uploading process to her channel. The red loading bar told her it’d be twenty-minutes before it’s going to be posted to her 16 million subscribers - one of them being Harry himself.
Twenty-minutes for her to back out and cancel the upload. She starts having doubts about it when Harry never replies to her text which is unlike him.
She takes Rufus out to avoid staring at the loading screen with unnecessary anxiety and uneasiness.
**
Harry is just getting home from a business dinner with the touring company’s management team. The tension and anxiety from today piling up on his shoulders and he just wants to call Y/N and crash in bed.
He tosses his keys in the little bowl in the entry and kicks off his dingy white vans to the side. His phone dings with an alert from Gemma.
You two are the literal cutest ever. It’s quite gross.
Harry slides onto a stool in his kitchen, confused by the text message before she’s sending the link to him.
Fine Line Inspired Cupcakes!
Harry isn’t quite sure why his heart starts pounding furiously in his chest. A sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes that this was probably the surprise she was excited about.
He clicks on the thumbnail.
“Hiiii, it’s Y/N. Okay, well today we are going to bake some Fine Line inspired cupcakes. And if you haven’t listened to the album - get your ass out from rock you’re living under and stream it on Spotify!”
She has her hair down in long, waves and a loose cropped shirt that says TPWK in rainbow embroidery.
Harrys mouth is dry and he can’t take his fucking eyes away from the screen.
“Soo, I was thinking the first batch would be cherry flavored? ‘Cause he has a song titled ‘Cherry’. Let’s start there. First - I need to find my measuring cups.”
In true Y/N fashion, she scours her kitchen - cussing and yanking stuff out of her neatly organized cabinets before huffing and storming off to the side.
She comes back into view, a little frazzled but smiling when she holds up the ring of plastic measuring spoons, visible bite marks notched into the material.
“My asshole of a dog had a little snack,” Y/N shows the camera before shrugging, “Let’s get this shit started. Okay, you’re going to need one cup of sugar - no wait, two? I can’t read my fucking handwriting.”
Harry’s absolutely enamored by this scatter-brained, giggly girl who manages to produce cute blue and pink cupcakes that very vaguely resembled his album cover. His heart felt a million times too big for his chest.
He was enraptured for the entirety of the thirty minute video without taking his eyes away once.
To be honest, he hadn’t felt this way since his last relationship which was over a year ago at this point.
It’s not even a thought as he’s requesting a FaceTime with Y/N.
She answers after a few rings. She has a green face mask painted on her nose, chin, and forehead with gold eye masks under each eye. She is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny.
What is even more ridiculous is how gone Harry is realizing he is for her. She was quirky, unfiltered, carefree. If he was honest - he hadn’t met a girl like that in a very long time - especially a well-known influencer.
“Hi! How was your day, grumpy?” Y/N asks brightly, making a goofy face as the mask begins to tighten and crack on her skin. Not holding the earlier conversation against him and deciding to just move forward. She understood how stressful it can be.
“M’sorry. I was a bit grumpy,” He admits, “I loved your new video, darling. Did you make those just f’me?”
He can tell she’d be blushing if her face wasn’t covered, a bit bashful as she mutters, “You already know I did it for you.”
“You’re too sweet to me, only six days until we meet,” Harry replies, voice taking on a slow, lazy drawl.
“Six days,” Y/N repeats, eyes crinkling as she smiles with excitement.
**
“Is this outfit too much?” Y/N panics. Even though there’s literally nothing she can do about it - they’re already walking towards the backstage entrance of the massive arena. It’s still about two hours until the show starts but Harry requested her to come earlier.
Laney sighs, “For the millionth time, you look fucking sexy and Harry’s going to want to rail you right when he sees you.”
Y/N shoves her lightly with a faux annoyance as they meet up with a burly man who’s blocking the entrance to the backstage hallway and rooms.
She gives him their names and pulls up the passes on her phone before he’s nodding with any expression and letting them pass.
They’re not quite sure where to go from here so they begin to wander down the long hallway toward what looks to be the main area that people are milling about.
Y/N is nearly on the ground when someone rounds the corner without looking and walks right into her. Both of them let out huffs of air as they collide and attempt to stabilize themselves.
But there are large hands grasping her arms and holding her steady. In typical Y/N fashion she’s already cursing, “fuckin like a brick wall, look out next time.”
Then she’s looking up to Harry staring back down at her with an amused expression. He doesn’t let go of her and instead tugs her against his bare chest. He’s warm and a bit sweaty - like he’d just worked out. He was only in a pair of thin, running shorts, nike tennis shoes, and a little clip holding his hair off of his face.
Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his waist, returning the embrace and amazed by how right it feels to be in his arms. Her face tucks right against his collarbone and it’s like they’d known each other for years.
Pictures and videos don’t do this man justice. He’s gorgeous - sharp edges and dark inked skin. Tall and muscular but dimples that are carved in his cheeks.
“Nice to meet you, m’Harry,” Harry rumbles, removing one hand from Y/N’s shoulder to reach out his hand to her friend.
Laney shakes his hand before asking, “Laney. I’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Where’s the food?”
Harry chuckles against Y/N’s wavy hair, “Down the hall to the left.”
Laney’s trailing off without another glance, she was very food motivated despite her skinny frame. Also not wanting to intrude of the very personal first moments of their meeting.
The popstar pulls back to look down at the girl he’s fallen for in mere weeks. She’s as beautiful as he thought she'd be - if not more. He can’t help himself, “Would it be too forward to kiss you?”
Y/N smiles widely, running a hand along his jawline, “I’ve wanted you to kiss me since you stayed up on FaceTime with me until two in the morning as I cried after watching The Notebook - despite me seeing it a million times.”
Harry ducks forward to press his lips softly to her, large hands come to cup the side of her face as they connect. He’s so gentle as he moves his mouth against hers. In true Y/N fashion, she’s bold and has no hesitation slipping her tongue into his mouth.
He’s so fucking in love with her. It doesn’t make much sense - it’s definitely not logical but he’s realizing that’s okay.
“Oii, get a room!” Someone shouts from down the hallway teasingly.
Harry flips them the middle finger and pulls back, pink lips swollen and puffy, dimples on full display, “Let me take you out to dinner after the show, darling.”
“You going to wine and dine me, Styles?” Y/N giggles, unable to contain the pleasant warmness he’s spreading through her body.
“Mmm, have t’make sure you’ll want to keep me,” Harry murmurs happily against her lips once again, pressing kiss after kiss to her to make sure she’s real, “Definitely want to keep you.”
Y/N bites teasingly at his bottom lip, hand planted on the soft but firm skin of his stomach, “You’re never getting rid of me, hope you know that.”
“Was hoping you’d say that, now let me introduce you to my band.”
-- ---- ---- -- 1 year later - -- --- --- --
“Hi bitches! Today is a super special day. We have the one, the only Harry Styles filming with us. I know that’s not really that special since he’s on here all the time with me. But we’re celebrating our one year anniversary!” Y/N smiles, bumping hips with Harry who stands dutifully next to her.
Anyone viewing can see the absolute heart-eyes and adoration he has for the girl standing next to him. He’s still as lovestruck and gone for her as he was the first time they met. Harry’s fans were thrilled - for the first time in years, he’d opened up again.
They weren’t very public on social media beside’s tagging each other in memes and posting the occasional picture. Y/N was constantly uploading cooking videos from wherever in the world she was with Harry on his tour, she’d also begin making vlogs about different foods she’s been experiencing.
---
“Okay, so here in Peru - they’re known to have this really fucking spicy beef with noddles. So obviously, I’m going to make Harry try it first,” Y/N laughs as she props the camera up on the side of the table on a napkin holder.
Harry - who has a concert in a few hours - frowns at the steaming dish in front of him, “Darling, I don’t want to try it first. It’s going to burn my mouth. Not gonna be able to sing.”
“You’re sucha baby sometimes,” Y/N rolls her eyes, slurping up the noodles with her fork while making a silly face at her boyfriend. She pulls back, straight-faced, “It’s not hot at all. Tastes amazing, though.”
Harry takes that as an initiative to shovel a spoonful into his mouth. It only takes half a moment until his taste buds erupt in fiery flames from the spices, “You bloody little brat, y’tricked me! It’s so fuckin’ hot!”
Y/N smiles widely, laughing much too loudly in the restaurant when Harry chugs the glass of water next to the plate while glaring at his love. “I’m sorry, s’just to easy with you, lovie,” She replies, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his lips.
He’s a sucker for her and kisses her right back despite his mouth being an inferno. His heart was on fire for her and that burned much more intensely.
---
“No, love. The instructions say baking soda, not baking powder. They’re not the same thing,” Harry sighs, attempting to read her scribbled, sloppy handwriting. She’d already spilled milk on half of the paper.
“S’interchangeable, right?” Y/N hums, cracking an egg into the bowl and Harry automatically knows to look to fish out the eggshells that’d she’d let slip in because she sucks at cracking eggs but always wants to do it.
Harry reaches over her, grabbing the vanilla extract and a teaspoon, “It’s not, baby. Lemme do this real quick.”
“Will you make me a grilled cheese after this?” She asks, nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms around his waist as he finishes adding the wet ingredients to their bowl. Harry stopped questioning her thought process a long time ago.
Harry swipes his finger into the mixture of icing off to the side and rubs it right onto her nose, cackling at her pout and squeaking when she pinches at the fleshy skin of his hips. She in turn dips her finger into the sugary cream and pops it right into her mouth.
Harry eyes darken, watching her lips purse as she sucks off the icing. It was a dirty move on Y/N’s part and she knows it. It has her boyfriend dragging an icing-covered thumb along her collarbone before leaning down to slowly lick up the sugary trail with his tongue.
When Y/N slides her fingers into his hair and lets out a pretty moan, Harry’s standing back up, trailing over to the tripod and saying into the camera, “We’ll be back after a little commercial break,” and is then turning off the record button.
It takes little to no time for Harry to have Y/N’s bum on the countertop, mouth on her neck, and hand in-between her thighs.
And when they finally posted a very edited final cut of the video - well there may be a couple of fans who notice the how flushed Y/N is halfway through and a lovely purple mark on Harry’s neck that wasn’t there in the beginning of the video.
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Could you do a Ushijima, kiyoomi, and osamu fic where their s/o bites their butt😃⁉️
Also I love your vibe let’s be friends🤰
shoot id bite their ass any day 🧍🏾♀️… and sureeee i’d love to be friends (i’m just hella awkward)
Ushijima
“yeah i’ll be done soon” you and Ushijimas conversation was coming to an end. Prior to the conversation you guys were talking about how much ass can someone hold on their body.
25 minutes before
“i just don’t think that Aunt Fanny could hold all that ass on her yk, like i know she’s a robot but gah daum” you exclaim
“y/n, i don’t understand why we’re arguing about a cartoon characters butt” says ushijima. He always loved how you would just talk about some weird shit, it really made him think.
“i don’t know.. you wanna watch Robots (yk the movie)” you smile
Present time
So now your here about to go watch Robots, just because y’all were talking about Aunt Fanny :))
you ushijima was getting the movie set up in your bedroom while you were getting one of his hoodies.
“what do you think its on” he asks “uhm it should be on hbo max or hulu, i think?”
there’s some silence, but the only thing audible the sound of the remote. you make your way back into your bedroom and sit on the bed waiting for him.
“ahh, i found it” he smiles, he’s so cute. he does this thing that when he figures something out he’ll go “ah” like a little huff yk. like a lil satisfied noise :))
“yay, an you turn it up a little bit please”
“yeah” he walks up to the tv (cause for some reason y’all lost the actual tv remote so you have to control using the Tv buttons) and bends down a bit to see the buttons.
Since y’all were on the topic of asses. his ass was looking real good… you just wanted to bite it and that’s exactly what you were gonna do.
“do you need a light, love?”
“uh… yes, my love”
you quickly get up and he stands up a little bit to look at you.
“look back down to find it” he follows your words, and you place a hand on his back as he leans. “hey y/n can you tur-” *CHOMP*
*audible silence*
he slowly rises up and looks down at you, you never felt so small in your life bro.
“now y/n… why’d you do that”
“you ass looked so good”
“okay now give me yours”
“i beg ya pardon 😀”
***
kiyoomi
In the public he was always so well behaved and reserved. but man when he’s around you he’s different. he’s still calm and thoughtful and making fun of Atsumu, but he’s a lot more playful.
You and your boyfriend always play pranks on each other, just for the hell of it. You started the pranks first in your relationship and he just does them back to get back at you, then it’s a while repeating cycle.
“hey, kiyoomi” you say in a teasing way, it’s always satisfying to hear you say his name, he loves it.
“yes, my love?”
“so i heard from atsumu, that you said that i have a pretty butt”
he just looks up at you and his face gets red. “w-what?”
“so it wasn’t true??”
“no no you do, i’m just surprised.. that he told you that” he’s still visibly flustered
“mhmm, i just came to tell you, that you have the fattest ass ever”
“oh my god” he rolls his eyes playfully and walks off into the kitchen
shoot you weren’t lying. when he walks that shit jiggles, baddie with the fattie 😩
7:20 pm
“hey dinner is almost ready” he says through the phone
“okay i’m coming right now”
when you open up the door to your office the smell of whatever Kiyoomi was cooking was blessing your nostrils.
you walk down to the kitchen and spot kiyoomi who has his hair in a lil mini ponytail with some strands coming out (HE’S SO FINE 😩) and has is still sitting mixing whatever was in the dish he was making.
you walk over to him and put your hands around his waist and your head on his shoulder. “whatcha making” “i’m makin-” he gets cut off as you squeeze his ass “y/n.. keep your hands to yourself” “okay okay”
“Anyways” he continues to explain the dish he’s making “can you grab the plates out?” he asks. “yes sir”
while you grab the dishes you just can’t help but look at how good his ass looks again, but this time you gotta a get a bite, like come on it would be wrong. of you not to.
so you place the dishes down next to the stove top where he was cooking. “thank you, lovely.. can you also check on the rice, i think it’s done…y/n..” *CHOMP*
he jumps bro and it sends you flying back, i swear a straight up K.O.
“WHY THE HELL??!”
“you said i had to keep my hands to myself ,so i used my mouth”
“THAT WAS A FEELING I NEVER WANT TO FEEL AGAIN, Y/N”
“omi are you lying to me, i know you liked it:((”
“.. next time just don’t do it so hard”
****
Osamu
Osamu is always touching you or groping you in some way. While out shopping he slaps you ass, or if your looking at something he’ll come up behind you and grip onto your hips. yk just anything.
so now you do the same thing to him. You slap his ass in front of his brother, and you grab on to HIS HUMONGOUS TITTIES. so something like this is always normal.
But one thing that always pissed you off was Osamu would always want to bug you while you slept, he’d often come lay in the bed with you and kiss your face and feel on your ass just to wake you up so he can tell you that he bought a new spice or some shit.
so now it was revenge time 😏
Currently he was sleeping, he was taking a nap because he was exhausted from running the restaurant. They had just put a new item on the menu and it was really successful.
you walk into the room and see his sleeping figure, he’s so cute when he sleeps his hair all messed up and his lips slightly parted, SO CUTE 😩
“‘samu.. you awake?” no response, great.
you climb onto your side of the bed and slowly push the covers off of him until you see gigantic and juicy ass.
*CHOMP* *CHOMP* *CHOMP*
you gave this man 3 bites.. and all he does is groan
“mmm, y/n keep doing that”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!!”
**
Masterlist
Have a great day and eat food and drink water!!!
#suckmybigtoeoikawa#sakusa headcanons#sakusa imagines#sakusa x reader#osamu headcannons#osamu imagines#osamu x reader#ushijima headcanons#ushijima imagines#ushijima x reader#sakusa kiyoomi#miya osamu#osamu miya#ushijima wakatoshi
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Friday Saturday Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia
Word count: 5,138
After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.
After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today.
As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.”
“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”
You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”
You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”
He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?”
Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”
While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him.
“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”
That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”
“Do you have any blackmail?”
Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.”
“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”
You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice.
“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”
“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”
“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”
“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”
“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”
“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”
Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”
“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”
The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit.
By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat.
Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up.
After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.
Hales : )
(Y/n), I’m omw to your house
Gonna give you a ride to the school
(Y/n)
Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive
Hales : )
Don’t care
Omw, be there in like 7 mins
You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat
(Y/n)
I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one
She’s gonna give me a ride home too
Dadza
Alright, thank her for me
Tell her I said good luck too!
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do
Dadza
(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Fuck you I’m a good influence
Dadza
You’re really not
Wilby
^^^^
Technology Sword
^
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Fuck all of you
You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.
“Coat.”
You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”
“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”
Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”
“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”
Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back.
“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”
“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face.
“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”
You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”
You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”
The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable.
Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time.
When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team.
The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.
“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”
“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”
“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”
“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”
The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike. “HALEY NOW!”
You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!”
“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”
“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”
“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”
You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them.
The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black.
“...(y……”
“..(y/n)......”
“(Y/n).”
You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.
“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.
“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.
“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?
“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.
“Who th f-fuck… why?”
“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.
“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”
“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”
“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”
“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”
Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”
“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”
Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.
“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”
“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”
“Good, what month are we in right now?”
“Nov-November?”
“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”
“S’my dad Phillip.”
“That’s your dad Philza.”
The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop.
“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”
Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.
“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”
“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.
She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them.
“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against.
“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.
“Tech?”
“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”
When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym.
“S’better.”
“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”
“Wilbs-”
“Focus on walking.”
You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”
You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”
When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.”
You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle?
After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”
“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.
“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”
They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you?
“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up.
“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”
“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”
“Mm. Makes sense.”
“Let’s get you in the car hun.”
As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner.
When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”
“Car.”
After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you.
“(Y/n), what do you remember?”
You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”
You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”
“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”
“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”
After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.
“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”
“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”
As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.
For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.”
“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”
The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”
“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”
“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”
You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.
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“What did ya do?”
“What ya mean ‘Samu?” Atsumu smiled at his brother, looking at him innocently.
Osamu looked away from you and stared at his brother with wide eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me!” Osamu yelled, “What did ya do!”
“I didn’t do anything,” Atsumu yelled back at him.
“Like hell, ya didn’t!”
The two then started to pick as you awkwardly sat in your seat, looking at them. Your eyes dart to whoever was speaking. You tried to stop them but whenever you let out a word they were yell even louder. You began to worry when they began to reach over the counter, Atsumu began to pull his brother's hair while his brother was pulling Atsumu’s cheeks.
How do I stop them…
“I can’t believe ya!” Osamu gritted his teeth. “Ya ruin a wedding!”
“I didn’t ruin shit!” Atsumu yelled back.
“Then why does it look like she ran away from her wedding!” He pulled his brother’s cheeks harder. “Can’t believe ya did something like this!”
“She didn’t run away from her wedding!” Atsumu pushed Osamu away. Atsumu turned to face you with annoyance as he pointed to his brother, “Tell him (Y/n)! Tell him I didn’t ruin anything!”
Looking at his brother, you nodded your head slowly, “It’s true… He didn’t ruin anything! He’s just helping me break things off with my fiancé.”
Atsumu smiled at your response, turning back to look at his brother with his tongue out, “See ‘Samu I didn’t ruin anything!”
Osamu rolled his eyes at Atsumu and looked at you with concern, “Ya sure?”
“Y-Yeah,” You smiled at him politely. “He’s only helping me.”
“But why him?” Osamu asked as he went to wash his hands and prepare the food. “Also what would ya like to eat?”
“He offered,” You watched his move around, pursing your lips to the side. “What do you have?”
“Got everything ya can think of,” Osamu hummed, placing his hands on the counter as he waited for your answer.
Everything of what…
“I’ll just have whatever Atsumu is having,” You told him politely.
Osamu gave you a firm nod and smile and start to prepare the meals. You gave him a quick smile as you looked around the restaurant, looking at how cute and the comfy aesthetic it had. With you looking around, you didn’t notice Atsumu leaned against the counter with his cheek laying against his fist. “How was ya day,” Atsumu asked, looking at you.
Osamu looked at him with creased eyebrows but disappeared and a smile appeared on his face, “It was good. How was-”
“Not ya, ya idiot,” Atsumu glared at his twin, “talkin’ to (Y/n).”
Osamu scoffed at him and rolled his eyes, muttering to himself, “Don’t be a surprise if ya isn’t filled with fatty tune.”
“Oh,” You turned to look at him with doe eyes, “it was-”
“Yeah-Yeah that’s good,” Atsumu interrupted you, waving you off with his free and, “what made ya come to me for help?”
Blinking your eyes at him, you looked down and patted your dress. “Well,” You started, fidgeting with the material of the dress as you took a deep breath. “Today I was trying on dresses for my wedding and Rieko didn’t show up. So I called her to ask her what was taking so long and apparently there was a meeting. But…While she was on the call…She sounds she breathless and kept… moaning…”
“She was havin’ sex?” Atsumu's face scrunched up while you weakly nodded.
“After I ended the call with her, I called Haru… My fiancé…” You said slowly, feeling your chest tighten as you remember the events. You swallowed nervously, feeling your lips wobble as you continued. “To ask why he had a meeting since he usually doesn’t have a meeting at that time…But he was groaning and…you know…”
“They were fuckin’ while on call with ya?” Atsumu narrowed his eyes at him.
You nodded weakly, looking down as you took a deep breath. You heard something being placed in front of you on the counter. Looking up, you saw Osamu placed a cup of water in front of you with an encouraging smile. Giving him a wobbly smile, you whispered thanks as you grabbed with shaky hands and took a small sip.
Placing the cup back on the counter, you then proceeded to finished what happened. “When I ended the call with him, I looked at myself in the mirror and realize how… I wasn’t myself anymore… I looked so… pathetic.”
“Why did ya leave those scums yet?” Atsumu asked.
“I just…” You breathed out, lookin at him with a downcast expression, “I don’t want to believe it. She’s my best friend and he’s my fiancé, they wouldn’t do that to me… I know what they were doing and I know I should leave them but I didn’t want to accept it.”
“Wait,” Osamu stopped for a moment and looked at you, “ya still haven’t accepted it happenin’?”
“At times I do…” You scrunched your face, “Mostly when I’m drunk…”
“So ya haven’t processed it yet?” Atsumu eyed you.
“Not yet…”
“Ya got to accept it,” Atsumu told you, looking you dead in the eye. “Do everything ya got to do. Cry it out, eat some ice cream, call ya friends, and cry to-”
“I-I don’t have friends,” You interrupt him weakly, “Rieko was my only friend, and now…”
Atsumu blinked at you, his face not showing any emotion. You felt weird under his gaze, not knowing what he was going to say. But with Atsumu opening his mouth, telling you what you should do, you nodded determinedly, “Then cry to ya self. Once ya did all that, then I’ll help ya get revenge.”
“But first,” Osamu placed two plates in front of you and Atsumu, “ya need to eat some food.”
A tiny smile broke out of your face when you saw Atsumu's eyes lit up when he saw the plate. Turning away and looking at the food, you saw three triangle shape balls of rice. With purse lips, you looked around your place to try and find something. Looking up with a polite smile, you asked, “Where are the utensils?”
Osamu looked at you confusingly, blink his eyes at you, “Utensils?”
“Y-Yeah,” You said slowly, “to eat the…The… What is it?”
Atsumu and Osamu both looked at you with wide eyes and mouth dropped open in shock. You looked at them questionably, wondering what you said wrong. The twins looked at each other and then back at you. “Have ya ever had onigiri?”
“Onigiri?” You repeated the name and shook your head, “I never had it before.”
“Ya never had onigiri before!” They both said in disbelief. “What do ya eat then?”
“You know…” You shrugged your shoulders, lookin at them with wide eyes at their outburst, “lobster, pasta, steak…the normal stuff…”
“That’s ain’t normal,” Atsumu muttered.
Osamu leaned over and gave you a flirty smirk, “When ya leave that scum, want to go on a date? I can help ya cook as long as ya bring the ingredients.”
“OI!” Atsumu yelled at his brother, “Don’t flirt with her!”
“Ya don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t flirt with!” Osamu yelled back at him, “Just eat yer food!”
You saw Atsumu let out an annoyed huff as he picked up a rice ball with his hands. Taking a bite, you saw his eyes closed as he munched on his food happily, delighted at how the food taste. Looking down at your food, you did the same what Atsumu did, grabbing a rice ball in your hands and lifted up to your mouth, you took a bite of it. Osamu and Atsumu both looked at your curiosity, leaning towards you to see if you had a reaction. “How is it?” Osamu asked you as you chewed.
Finishing chewing what was in your mouth, you looked at both of them with a small closed eye smile, “It’s good!”
The twins both smiled at you as you took another bite, savoring the taste. Atsumu went back to eat his food as Osamu started to clean up while catching up with each other lives as they did so. You sat quietly, enjoying the onigiri that was given to you.
Moments later, the two of you were almost done eating. Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you placed the napkin gently on the table as you looked at Osamu, “I don’t have my bag with me… Can I come by another time to pay?”
“Pay?” Osamu crocked his head to the side with confusion, “Why would I make a friend pay?”
“F-Friend?” You asked, taken back a bit as you stared at him with wide eyes.
Osamu shrugged his shoulders with a small, kind smile, “Yeah, we’re friends now.”
“Yeah,” Atsumu said with a mouth filled with food, “we’re friends now.”
Warmth spread throughout your body when you heard them. You straighten up in your seat as you gave them a wide smile with your eyes closed, overjoyed with their words. “Yeah,” You said happily, “we’re friends!”
Osamu and Atsumu both smiled at you as you went back to eat. But their face quickly morphed into concern as they asked you, “Oi! Why ya cryin’?”
Looking back at them, you let out a weak laugh as you tried to wipe your tears away, “I’m sorry… I’m just happy right now.”
Osamu was quick to hand you a napkin, smiling at him as thanks. You quickly wiped away your tears, more flow out of your eyes. Osamu and Atsumu then began to panic, not sure what to do as cried with the widest smile and laughter passing your lips as you watched them.
“Thank you,” You told the blonde when he pulled up in front of your building. “For today and everything that going to happen.”
“Anytime doll,” Atsumu turned, putting the car in park. “Want to help ya go upstairs.”
“No thanks,” You gave him a polite smiled, “my assistant should be here to help me and Haru might be her and see you.”
“Lucky for me,” Atsumu sent you a smirk and opening his door. “I don’t care.”
You let out defeating sigh when he saw him get out of the car and jog to your side to open your door. Offering his hand to you, you accepted it as he helped you out of the car. “Thank you,” You said softly as you let go of his hand.
“Don’t have to thank me doll,” Atsumu smiled at you, closing the door behind you went you were fully out.
“(Y/n)!” You heard your name being called out. Turning to the entrance of the building, you saw your assignment racing towards you with wide eyes. “Where the hell were you!” She yelled at you, looking at you up and down, “I did what you told me but when I came here, you weren’t home! And is this the wedding dress you told me to pay for?”
“Yeah, it is,” You sheepishly smiled at her, “I’m sorry for causing a problem.”
“You actually did me a favor,” she waved you off, handing you your phone, “I got out a family reunion so thank you. Also, I used your phone to waste the battery so if Haru asked why you didn’t answer you can say your phone was dead.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” You sweatdropped at her, grabbing your phone from her, “he barely calls me or texts me…”
“You never know,” She sassed before looking at Atsumu was standing next to you. “But who is this?”
“Yui, this is Miya Atsumu, Atsumu this is Hatake Yui, my assistant,” You introduced to each other. Yui eyed his up and down while Atsumu sent her a smile and a wink. She then looked back at you with a raised eyebrows to which you responded, “I’ll tell you later…”
“You better,” Yui eyed you, “I’ll be waiting inside if you need me…Yell.”
“Nice meeting…You…” Atsumu said to her but she had already left. “She seems… Nice…”
“She can be,” You gave him apologetic smile.
Atsumu let out a chuckle and walked over to the driver's side of the car. Your eyes followed his as he did so, waiting if he had anything to say and of course, he did. “Ya busy tomorrow? Around 6?”
“I should be free,” You tilt your head in confusion, “why?”
“Meet me at the bar where we met,” Atsumu winked at you, “want ya to meet a few people.”
“Okay,” you nodded your head, wrapping your arms around yourself.
Atsumu nodded his head and open the door. He ducked down to go in but stop, popping his head over the car to look at you, “Is ya assistant single?”
“She has a girlfriend,” You chuckled at him, hearing him groan.
“Of course she does,” Atsumu pouted but quickly morphed into a smile. “Ya should laugh more, looks good on ya.”
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We’re Over
Request: I want to cry so bad :) so please break my heart with Atsumu. I dare you. Is a challenge. -Jupi
Character Mentions: Atsumu Miya
Warnings: Smut, Angst
He knew it was wrong, being between the legs of another woman.
“J-Just like that.” Asami moaned while squeezing Atsumu’s hair.
He knew it was wrong to do this— and more if the women was his girlfriend's best friend.
“I-I’m cumming.” Asami screamed squeezing his hair even tighter.
He knew it was wrong to taste another woman's sweet juices.
“A-Ah.” Asami moaned as she came into his mouth.
All of this was so wrong,
So why was he doing it at the first place?
“P-Please give me your cock.” Asami pleaded as Atsumu was taking his boxers.
“I- Imma give it to ya! Don’t worry.” Atsumu said, lost in the moment—in the pleasure.
He didn't expect to be like this with her either. Everything had happened so fast, it's like they were both sexually desperate—leading them to this.
“I-Is all yours baby.” Atsumu said as he pumped his cock on his hand.
His girlfriend had been on a business trip and would be back in a few days.
“Are you ready hm? For my big cock to stuff you?” Atsumu asked desperate.
She was gone a week ago and he missed her so much.
“Y-Yes! Please!” Asami moaned as she felt his cock on her folds.
He wasn't him, he wasn't thinking—he was just acting, he was just thinking with his penis, which was even worse.
“I- D-Daddy.” Asami moaned, feelin him push himself deeper into her.
“S-So tight.” Atsumu grunted in response.
And the worst part was, he wasn't thinking about any of this...yet.
“M-Move!” Asami pleaded while grabbing his back tightly.
He wasn't thinking about his girlfriend who loved him too much, he wasn't thinking about anything at all—he was just thinking about himself.
“J-Just like that.” Asami moaned as Atsumu started pounding into her.
But he also didn't think about the probability that his girlfriend was waiting for him at home.
“I-I’m cumming.” Asami moaned, rolling her eyes back.
Waiting for him at home because she had returned from her business trip earlier.
“S-Shit, me too.” Atsumu moaned, his thrusts getting weaker.
Without telling him anything because she wanted to surprise him with his favorite food, dessert and lingerie.
“I- I- Fuck.” Atsumu cursed as he came with her.
She really wanted to surprise him and spend a memorable night with him.
“Y-You’re too good.” Asami said as she kissed him.
She knew that they both worked very hard in their careers and she wanted tonight to be as enjoyable and calmed as possible.
“I- I know.” Atsumu whispered, trying to regain his breath.
She really put a lot of effort to surprised him.
“Y-You know we can’t do this again...” Atsumu muttered awkwardly.
“Y-Yeah, I know.” Asami muttered back while smiling at him.
And that’s was why she was waiting for him at home...
“I- I better get home.” Atsumu said as he put his clothes on.
“What? She’s not even there.” Asami muttered jokingly.
She...
“I- I know.” Atsumu muttered embarrassedly.
Because that was the moment that it hit him.
“I- Goodbye.” Atsumu said as he left her apartment.
He couldn’t help to feel guilty.
‘I- I need to get home.’ Atsumu thought as he drove towards his house.
How could he have done this?
Why didn’t he stopped?
Maybe, perhaps it was better if she didn’t know.
“Why are the lights on?” Atsumu asked himself, seeing the lights of his house on.
Maybe it was better that if she didn’t knew he cheat.
‘Maybe I left the on.’ Atsumu thought until he opened the door.
Now he felt worse.
“Surprise.” Y/n whispered as she smiled.
She was waiting for him...
Waiting while he fucked her best friend...
But of course, she didn’t knew that.
“B-Baby, what are you doing here?” Atsumu asked surprised.
“I came back earlier, I missed you bubba.” Y/n said as she kissed him.
She missed him...
“W-What is that delicious smell?” Atsumu asked while smiling.
“Is Fatty Tuna, you’re favorite babe!” Y/n answered smiling.
She cooked for him...
“I- I babe, you didn’t have to.” Atsumu whispered, the guilty feeling overflowing him.
“Why wouldn’t I? I love you.” Y/n whispered as she kissed him again.
He didn’t deserved her, and he knew that.
“B-Babe.” Atsumu whispered painfully.
“Uh oh, first, follow me.” Y/n said teasingly, guiding him towards their shared bedroom.
She had prepared all of this for him.
“Y-You did this?” Atsumu asked surprised, seeing all the light candles on their room and the rose petals on the bed.
She did this for him.
“This is for you.” Y/n said very sweetly, taking her bathrobe off, leaving her with her beautiful lingerie.
“B-Babe.” Atsumu stutter at her beautiful body.
But he couldn’t.
Not when he did this...
“I know you missed me.” Y/n said as she got closer to him.
Not when he cheat on her...
“I missed you too.” Y/n smirked sweetly, kissing him gently.
Not when he had fucked another woman...
“I miss you.” Y/n continued murmuring, taking his shirt off.
Not when he was just one hour ago on another woman’s bed.
“I- I love you.” Y/n whispered as she started kissing his abs—
Not when he had came into another woman’s arousal.
“L-Love you.” Y/n continued kissing until she suddenly stopped.
Strange that she had stopped kissing him— he looked down.
“W-What is this?” Y/n asked confused, seeing all the red spots on his abs, the hickeys that Asami had left.
“I- Babe.” Atsumu tried explaining.
But she knew what those were...
And she knew she didn’t make those.
“I- What is this?” Y/n asked desperately, going behind his back, seeing the recents fingernails scrapes on his back.
“B-Babe.” Atsumu said softly and painfully.
“N-No, no, no, no.” Y/n sobbed hysterically.
“B-Babe, please let me explain.” Atsumu said trying to grabbed her arms.
“P-Please tell me I’m dreaming, please tell me this is a nightmare.” Y/n pleaded while crying painfully.
She was hurting.
“I- I’m so sorry.” Atsumu pleaded.
“I- I— N-No...” Y/n sobbed, she was hoping for it to be prank— a joke.
“I- I’m so sorry.” Atsumu said as he tried to calm her down.
“W-Why did you do it?” Y/n sobbed painfully.
“I-I’m so sorry.” Atsumu said as he hugged her.
“W-Why did you do it?!” Y/n sobbed more painfully on his chest .
She couldn’t believe what he had done.
“P-Please leave me alone.” Y/n pleaded as she pushed him away.
“B-Baby—” Atsumu tried speaking.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Y/n yelled, pushing him out of their shared bedroom.
“Y-Y/n—” Atsumu tried calling.
“Leave alone.” Y/n said as she closed the door.
And he couldn’t believe what he had done.
He wish he could go back.
“Baby?” Atsumu asked through the other side of the door, hearing her pleads and cries.
He wish he hadn’t done that.
“B-Baby, please open the door.” Atsumu pleaded painfully.
He wish he hadn’t done what he did.
“P-Please.” Atsumu whispered through the door.
He didn't know how many hours had passed, but he waited in front of their door—he waited for her.
‘I fuck this.’ Atsumu thought.
He knew that the sun was already rising and he was already worried about not listening her.
“Y/n?” Atsumu asked worried.
Until he saw the door opening— seeing her with her bags.
“W-Where are you going?” Atsumu asked confused.
His heart was completely broken— broken at her sight.
“I- I’m leaving.” Y/n answered painfully.
He could see that she hadn’t slept, her eyes were puffy and tired.
“P-Please, don’t.” Atsumu pleaded painfully.
“I- I can’t be here anymore.” Y/n answered while walking towards the door.
She was tired, she was hurt...
“I- I can’t do this.” Y/n said painfully.
“P-Please tell me this isn’t over.” Atsumu pleaded, tearing up in the process.
She couldn’t be here, she couldn’t see him anymore.
“Please, tell me this isn’t over.” Atsumu pleaded again.
She couldn’t cry anymore, she couldn’t scream anymore...
She felt— numb.
“I’m sorry.” Y/n said painfully.
“B-Baby?” Atsumu asked painfully confused.
And she couldn’t do it.
“W-We’re over.” Y/n answered painfully.
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FFA/BHM experimentation fic part 1
“Dude, we’re going to be late! We have to checkout NOW!”
“Okay, okay!” I fumble for my wallet and run to the nearest checkout line.
“Jesus, it’s our first meeting and we’re going to be late. I told you if...”
Holy shit. At this point I’m not listening to a thing my sister’s saying. Adorable fatty is the cashier. Holy shit be cool, be cool. Every other line seems to move faster than mine and I’m praying my sister doesn’t suggest we move to another line. Her voice reaches my lovestruck brain again.
“Anyways, at least we got dinner.”
“Right, yeah.” I’m clearly distracted. Finally its my time to shine and all I can manage to spit out is “so I’ll never forget the code for bananas...4011.”
“Oh yeah, it’s forever ingrained in my memory. This beer any good?” He asks, inspecting the can.
“No idea, first time trying it. You’ll be the first to know.” I smile.
“I could always go for new beers.”
It’s now or never. Just say it.
“Have you ever been to the salty dog? They have the best beer!” Breathe. You got this.
“No, I’ve driven past a few times but I’ve never been.”
“You should definitely check it out. Great happy hour, too.”
“Thanks, I think I will.” He smiles. Oh god he’s so cute.
“I was actually thinking of stopping by after work tomorrow. if you’re not busy we could grab a quick drink?”
He paused and nodded, “cool, yeah. I’d like that. I’m Andrew, by the way.”
“Leslie.” I swear my cheeks were beet red.
“Great to meet you, Leslie.” He ripped off some receipt tape and wrote down his number. His belly pressed into the counter as he leaned over to hand it to me and I had to look away.
“You too, Andrew.” I blushed, trying to act cool and confident, but I’m pretty sure it came off as awkward more than anything.
I can’t believe I really did it. Holy shit. I have a date with a fat guy!! Wait, is it a date?
The next day I text him to confirm if we’re still on and we set a time. My heart is practically in my throat and I’m so nervous and excited I can’t focus on a damn thing.
6:00 finally rolls around and I pull on my go-to ripped jeans and my usual crop top. I drop my car keys I’m so nervous and pray some liquid courage will calm my nerves. When I pull up, he’s already seated outside waiting for me. My stomach flops uneasily and I shake off the nerves.
He’s wearing a black shirt with a green flannel and I’m already swooning.
“Hey, Andrew!” I smile and wave.
“Hey, long time no see.” He opens the door for me and I choose a booth. Andrew slides in opposite me, making it look like it’s a pretty tight fit. With just enough room, we settle in.
“That’s basically water!” He laughs when I tell him my selection that’s practically a bud light.
“Hey, I said they had great beer, not that I drank it!”
“Well I’m getting this one. Ten percent.”
“If I had one of those you’d be carrying me out of here!”
“Good thing you’re light.” He laughs.
When the beers come he drinks a good portion, “damn, this stuff is good.”
“Told ya!”
“So...if I may ask, what made you ask me to go out?”
Damn. “Okay well, I thought you were really cute.” Wow, great answer. Riveting.
“It just kind of surprised me, I guess.”
I didn’t say anything in response and waited for him to explain.
“Well, you know. Because, well...I mean I know I’m a bigger guy...” he trailed off.
I froze. What was I supposed to say? “Yeah, and bigger guys can be cute.”
He pondered it and nodded. “Well I’m certainly not complaining. Anyways, are you gonna babysit all night?” Andrew pointed to my 3/4 full glass.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is that a challenge? I didn’t realize we were back in college chugging our drinks.”
He held up a finger as if to say “hold that thought” and downed the rest of his beer. “Ah, refreshing.”
I smirked and tilted my glass back, almost finishing, but not quite.
“Damn, so close!” His laughter made his belly jiggle and I had to look away. I’m sure I was blushing.
“Two more, please.” Andrew ordered and once the waiter left added, “I’m starving. Mind if we hit the taco truck?” Is he...flirting with me? Does he know what I’m into because I said I liked bigger guys?
“Let’s go!”
I ordered the taco salad and Andrew ordered 4 tacos, beans and rice, and chips and guac “to share.”
“I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t get to eat after work,” he explained.
“No worries, me either.” I think he’s onto me...
We grabbed our beers and sat at the bar since we could see the taco truck from there, and I could see much more of him without the table in the way. We talked and talked, and before I knew it the food was ready.
“I’m gonna grab another beer to go with this, you want anything?”
“No, thanks.”
I stole a few chips and tried my best to avoid watching him eat. He chugged more of his beer and looked absolutely huge sitting next to me on that tiny barstool.
“Think these have a weight limit?” He asked as if reading my mind.
“Oh, um...I don’t...”
His laughter cut me off, “I’m just teasing you.” You have no idea, I thought.
We continued chatting and with each drink, his confidence grew.
“So do you mind that I’m bigger or did I just happen to hit the lottery? I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that. It’s the beer talking.”
I paused, feeling my cheeks flush. “...Well tell the beer that I think you’re cute.”
“Even this?” He looked down at his belly and I about died.
I nodded. “Especially that.” I actually said that. Out loud. Much bolder than anything I intended to say and I could feel the color drain from my face.
Head cocked then eyebrows raised, he went from confused to shocked in a matter of a second. Then he smirked.
“I think I’ve had one too many beers. I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
At this point I’m blushing and more flustered than I’ve ever been. What is he doing?!
“I, um...I like it. I like...that.”
Looking around first, he asked, “that? That as in, this?” He motioned toward his body and I nodded.
“Really? Oh, okay. Cool.” He said almost to himself.
“Yeah, really.” I didn’t know what else to say. I thought it would be awkward but he seemed so cool about it after the initial shock.
“I figured it had to be something like that but I wasn’t sure. You know, since you’re so petite.”
I looked away and tried to think of something normal to say “yeah, I guess I just thought you were cute.” I’ve only said that thirty times.
“You’re just so small. Here, let’s move to the table so we have more room for our stuff.”
Gathering our containers and beer we shuffled back to our booth. Once sitting, we locked eyes and he asked to try my beer. Holding my gaze, he leaned over the table and reached for my glass, pressing his belly into the edge. Flustered, I looked away.
When I looked back he was smirking again, picked up his beer, and quickly gulped down the rest. I was in a trance watching him.
“So you do like that?” It was less of a question and more of a statement
Embarrassed, I looked down again, unsure of what to say.
“No, no. That’s awesome. I mean, I think that’s cool.”
Cracking a smile, I nodded. I’ve never done this before. Clearly.
With the ounce of courage I had, I asked “...will you help me finish my beer? I don’t want to drink too much and i wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”
Andrew perked up and leaned over the table again.
“Happy to oblige.” His eyes met mine as he finished. I couldn’t stop watching him.
“Are you going to ask me to finish your leftovers, too?” He pointed to my half-eaten salad. I nodded.
“Ask me.” My mouth dropped open just a fraction.
“Go ahead, ask me,” he pressed.
“Will you finish my leftovers?”
“Nah, not hungry.”
“You jerk!” We both laughed and I could feel my shyness start melting away.
“Maybe if you came over we could hang out and I wouldn’t be so full after?” Oh my god. All I’m picturing is feeding him. Reel it in, jesus.
“Hm, I’m not sure. I’ll have to see if I can pencil you in.”
“Ah, what a shame. I just found some ice cream bars that are gonna expire soon.”
“Sounds like a personal problem.”
We continued our banter for another few minutes when he abruptly said “so are you gonna come over and feed me or what?” Oh. My. God. Stunned, I was lost for words
He hesitated. “You like that too, right? I’ve never done that before but I just figured with the way you were watching me eat...” he whispered.
“Was it that obvious?” I blushed.
“No, I’m used to people staring...just not looking at me like that, I guess.”
“Like, into it?”
He cracked a subtle smile. “Yes, into it. So it’s settled then.”
My heart raced as we walked out together, not another soul aware of what we were doing or about to do.
Sitting in his car, we listen to music and sing along, but it’s not long before I notice how driving over even the smallest bump makes him jiggle irresistibly. He notices my eyes linger a little too long and smirks.
“Damn you really notice everything.”
“It’s not my fault!”
“It’s not my fault these roads suck!” We’re laughing and I’m still stealing unabashed glances.
He looks at me and lifts his shirt up just enough to show about an inch of his belly.
“At least buy me dinner first,” he jokes, watching me stare in anticipation.
“I hate you.”
“Maybe, but you don’t hate this.” He lifts his shirt higher, exposing a touch more of his soft fat.
“Damn you,” I mutter under my breath.
When we get to his place, while he’s unlocking the door I place my hand where his hipbone would probably be if it weren’t covered in fat and squeeze gently. He’s fumbling with his keys now, “I’m trying, I’m trying!” And we’re both giggling with anticipation.
He finally gets the fricken door open and takes my hand from his love handle and leads me inside, wrapping his arms around my waist. “God, you are really tiny.”
“I get that a lot,” I wrap my arms as far as they’ll go around him and grab onto his back fat, just above his belt.
Seconds later he’s picked me up and I’ve wrapped my legs around his body. “Fuck I’m too fat for this,” he breathes and I let out the softest sigh.
“Oh you like that?”
“Mhm,” I murmur, barely audible.
He lowers me gently to the couch and faces me. I scooch up and grab the collar of his flannel, forcing him down. Once he’s sitting with his back smooshed into the couch I just sit there, admiring him. He looks so massive with his thighs spread to accommodate his hanging belly.
“Wow,” I mutter.
He just lets me look at him in awe until grabbing my wrists and holding me over him. Without saying a word, I climb up to his lap, facing him.
“I’ve never done this before. Like, been with a bigger guy.”
“It’s okay. I’ve never been with someone who’s into this.” He pauses and takes my hand.
“You can touch it, if you want.” he guides my hand to his belly.
Timidly, I press it into his soft fat. It feels better than I imagined. How is that even possible? I inch my hands down to his sides and squeeze a handful. Then down to his massive overhang...I pause. Will he think it’s weird if I lift it?
As if reading my mind, he whispers “you can play with it if you want.”
My heart is pounding as I lift it, feeling it’s softness and weight in my hands. I’m surprised by how heavy it is and just how much of his belly hangs over his belt. I release his belly and watch it jiggle, completely mesmerized.
Without thinking, I lean down and kiss it. He lets out a small gasp and I look up to ask if that was okay. His eyes are closed and lips pursed. “That is...really nice.” He lets out a sigh. I go back down and continue kissing over his tight shirt, sinking my lips further and further into his softness each time.
With my hands on either side of him, I carefully slide them under his shirt. He lets out another small gasp and instinctively sucks in his belly. Looking up, I see his eyes are still closed.
“You don’t have to do that.” I whisper, hoping he knows what I mean.
He looks at me and relaxes, then closes his eyes again, as if to say “continue...”
I already wrote part two but we’ll see if you’re good enough to read the rest😈😇
#ffa#female fat admirer#fat admirer#female feeder#feedist#bhm#ssbhm#weight gain encourager#feedist kink#ffa/bhm
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