#i havent written in... ages

[pettyprocrastination]

The Revenant Wife

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of grief and death. 

Summary: Ellie knows very little of Joel and even less of the wife he had before the outbreak. When she finally meets you, its just as much as shock to her as it is to your husband. 

Word count: 1.6k

Note: ficlet is based off of this previous post about Joel getting separated from his wife during the outbreak and assuming you died until you find one another years later. Reader is described to look like Sarah. Title came from the ever lovely @djarin-junk​ <3

Tagging those I think would enjoy: @pedrostories​ @thesadvampire​ @joel-mlller @softanon​ @max--phillips​ @captainsamwlsn​ @hooplahoopla​ @moondirti​ 

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Ellie didn’t know that Joel had a wife. 

Granted, she didn’t know much about his old life at all. 

She knew he built things. That he had a brother named Tommy and a daughter named Sarah, but didn’t like to talk about the latter that much. In one fleeting conversation, full of mumbles as her eyes began to close while they rested under the night sky she heard him mention you but was far too gone to truly hear what he said. Nothing more than the vague rumble of his voice saying “my wife” before her eyes opened once more. 

“You’re married?”

She asks with such incredulous shock it sounds more like “somebody married you?” but girls at her age hardly ever have filters. 

“I was.” 

There’s the same bristle in his throat and far off look in his eyes as when she first asked about his daughter. An open answer but one that carries enough unsaid to tell Ellie of your fate. To warn her that she should change the subject or simply shut her mouth and go to sleep before plucking his raw nerve one too many times until he snaps- 

“What was she like?” 

But Joel learned early on that Ellie wasn’t one to follow warnings. 

“Kind.” His breath stutters. “But not a pushover- she didn’t take shit from anybody.” He stares up at the sky, feeling his chest grow tight and fingers twitch by his side until there’s a rustling, the girl next to him rolling over to face him and he turns to find Ellie peeking out from her sleeping bag with a smile. 

Damn this girl. 

“Not even from you?” 

Joel scoffs. “Especially from me. The amount of times she gave me and Tommy and earful-” he shakes his head, Ellie watches a smile grow on his face in silence, as if worried she may frighten it away. 

“Did she cook?” 

Ellie thinks of the stories the older kids would tell her. The ones who remembered life before the Outbreak, who told her of freshly baked pies on weekend and fluffy pancakes in the morning. 

Joel remembers the first time you tried to bake him a cake for his birthday back when he was sixteen. How he opened the door to your forlorn face and a store bought sheet cake in your hands because as your mother told him over the phone, you damn near burned the whole house down trying to bake for him as a surprise. 

“From time to time.” 

There was only so much she could get out of him before his voice became clipped and eyes full of an emotion she didn’t quite know the name of that he told her to get some rest. Leaving her with nothing to do but to stare at the sky and wonder about these stories in the shape of a woman who unveiled a little bit more about the mysterious man she traveled with. 

Of all the silence and secrets that made up the man that protected her, she created stories to fill them. Stories of Joel Miller, husband, father, brother and badass contractor that everybody loved.   Of his soldier brother, of his wife and their smiling daughter between them both. 

In Ellie’s mind, you didn’t work. 

But not in a ditzy lame way like some boring housewife. But just because you didn’t have to. 

Joel said that everybody loved contractors so that means he probably got paid like, a ton of money to build stuff for people so you got to stay at home all day. Ellie imagined your house to be ginormous. Maybe Joel made it himself for you when you guys first got married. It was big enough that when Joel came home everyday he’d call out your name and it’d echo through  the hall as you called him into the kitchen, where your daughter sat reading as you set dinner on the table. Sometimes you’d get upset if he came home late but then he’d kiss your cheek and you would roll your eyes but smile before you all sat down and ate as a family. 

Ellie imagines Joel’s daughter, she wonders if Sarah looks more like her mother than her father. 

Ellie wonders as the sleep takes over her body, if they could have been friends. 

When it happens, months later after she’s come to think of Joel as something akin to family and he thinks of her as something he can’t say out loud just yet, she’s shocked. She’s face to face with a woman holding her at gunpoint that looks nothing like the smiling mother she dreamt of during cold nights. 

You don’t match the stories Ellie made up in your head.

You’re mean. 

No. Mean isn’t the right word. 

Cold. Yes. you're very cold. 

Ellie watches in shock as you ask where they're headed, gun focused on the center of her chest while the two boys at your side point their own at Joel, who has yet to speak. 

She waits for him to answer, but he just stares at you in awe. The same man she’s seen kill and threaten to keep her safe day in and day out is rendered speechless until all he can do is utter your name and she realizes that he knows you. More than that, judging by the way he surrenders his gun to you with no fight, something she had never seen him do. 

You lift your head to look at him, the brim of your hat raises just enough to clear the shadow cast over your face and Ellie can finally see your eyes and the snarl on your face. 

You’re also very pretty.

“I won’t ask again.” 

The two boys standing on either side of you have your eyes. Same color and intensity, narrowed into slits like guard dogs waiting for an order and Ellie sees the way Joel stares at them. 

She wonders if Sarah had brothers. 

“Out west.” He manages. “Takin’ her to her family.” 

Your eyes move to her and she holds her hands higher in the air. 

“That true?” “What?” 

“Is he telling the truth?” 

The taller one, Duke, she had heard you call him, had already ripped the bag from her back and emptied its contents onto the ground, she had nothing else to hide from you. 

But then she sees something in your eyes. A concern for her that she hadn’t seen since Tess or Marlene. 

And she understands. 

“He’s telling the truth.” Ellie forces out. 

You watch her for a moment and there’s a moment of panic where she thinks you can see right through her lie. 

But then you lower your gun and jerk your head over your shoulder. 

“C’mon.” is all you say before you begin to walk away. The boys gawk at you for a moment before you give them a look of warning and they follow in your step, occasionally casting glances behind them at Joel and Ellie who follow suit. 

She’s quick to grab onto the sleeve of Joel’s jacket and pull with a harsh whisper as the other’s march forward. 

“You know this psycho?” 

Joel flinches at her voice as it pitches up. If any of you heard her, which he gathered you did because Ellie didn’t have an inside voice to save her fucking life, you didn’t care enough to react. 

Ellie whispers his name again. Insistent and angry for answers but he just keeps looking forward. He can’t take his eyes off of you or the boys ahead and it fills her with worry but she doesn’t know why. 

“She’s my wife.”

You lead them to a cottage. Its paint is chipping and the fence is reinforced with wiring around the perimeter but it looks like a home. She can vaguely hear the soft clucking of chickens nearby and there's a flash of fur behind the fence with a pair of pointed ears that duck away just as fast as she saw them. 

Ellie has seen the remnants of homes before the outbreak. The plates still stacked in the sink and the jacket still hung up on the hook. A story telling a family that once lived within its walls and is now nothing more than memories that ghosts along its foundation. 

But this one is real. It’s yours. 

 There is a rickety wooden table in the dining room. Each chair around it seems to have been brought from a different house and is varying shades of faded brown. You kick the leg of one and nod toward it.“Sit, both of you.”

Ellie looks to Joel before sitting. He follows suit, choosing the chair closest to her. 

“I’m gonna get some bandages for that leg-” 

Joel shifts forward. “I don’t need-” 

“I wasn’t fucking asking, Joel.” 

You’re not stronger than Joel, if she had to guess. You both look the same age, but she’s seen his strength, his violence, all done for her safety and knows if it came down to it, you might not win in a fight against him. 

But at your order, he sits back in his chair. 

You turn and set a shoulder on your son’s shoulder. 

At least. She thinks he’s your son. 

Softly spoken words are exchanged while the other keeps his eyes on Joel and his hand on his holster. The boy says something back in insistence, but you tilt your head and he nods. 

“If either of them try moving or taking anything.” You offer them one final look over your shoulder before slipping out of the room. “Shoot them.” 

They listen to your footsteps slowly retreat until there’s nothing but the subtle creak and groan of the wood floor beneath them. Ellie leans forward to look at Joel, setting her hands firmly on the dinner table in announcement. 

“Dude-” The young girl breathes out. “Your wife is a bitch.”

#revenant wife tag #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #this is just a little blurb because I havent written in a hot minute #mostly from ellies third pov so i hope the sort of juvenile internal thoughts make sense #joels wife is a sort of scary badass gal with a lil farm #joel miller x female reader #@ the blogs who asked to be tagged but had zero header or age in their bio: do better #tumblr please dont rearrange the order of this again im BEGGING #not pictured in the fic: joel punching duke in the face and wrestling the gun from his hands before the other twin shows up followed by you #and now joel has to grapple with the fact that 1. his wife is alive 2. she had children 3. he just sucker punched his own kid

[meowpupp]

we need more puppy girl reader pls!!!

say less 🙏

1.4K- owner!price x chubby!puppygirl

TW- puppy play, degradation, cum play, exhibitionism(?), humiliation, sorry if you have a stuffed toy called 'fluffy,' general rough sex, HYBRID FIC, price is jealous over a stuffed bear, 

owner!price who decides you’ve been so good recently, so good in fact that you deserve a treat.

he sees it when he’s in cue for petrol- a cute stuffed bear. soft brown fur, fuzzy ears and big eyes. just like his favourite pup.

when he first gives you the plush it’s innocent. you give it a dumb name, fluffy or something. he doesn’t pay much mind. all he cares about is how happy his pup is, tail wagging and excited yaps.

after days of being sidelined by some stupid ball of fluff, price starts to get jealous. he knows it’s irrational. the bear is just something you entertain yourself with when he can't, but jealousy still stirs in his gut.

it’s like fluffy glares triumphantly at him when you give him attention. price watches in envy as you lazily chew on its ears, nuzzle and lick its fur. all things you used to do to him.  

one day, it gets too much for him. after a painful workday, all price wants is his sweet puppy girl. Instead, he walks into the house to see you cuddled up with the fucking bear. its beady eyes stared back into his as if saying, ‘ha-ha, she likes me more.’

he’s on you in an instant, ignoring your yelp as he pulls you up. price makes you kneel, pushing you back down when you try to get up.

“what, want your bear?” he scoffs at you, your brain still sleepy, trying to play catch up, “c'mon then, since you want it so much, ride it.”

it takes you a moment to process what he’s saying. ride it? Ride Fluffy? but he’s your bear- soft, warm and plush. he’s a toy, but not that kind of toy.

before you can even reply, price grips your jaw with one of his big hands. his skin is rough and calloused, almost scratchy as he manhandles you.

“are you deaf pup? or perhaps you think you only take orders from the fucking bear now?” price shakes your face side to side to catch your attention, “disobedient fucking mutt, don’t even know who your owner is.”

he kicks apart your knees, creating space for him to shove the bear between them. “go on. ride it. hump it like the desperate thing you are.” he takes a step back, arms crossed as he glares down at you.

Price scoffs when you start rolling your hips. His eyes analyse you, how your back arches, how your eyes screw shut, how your lips part as you whine. all while you grind down on your beloved plush.

“yeah… bet it feels good, huh? making your dumb puppy-cunt feel tingly?” the man sits back on one of the couches, lighting a cigar as he watches. “tell me pup, does it feel better than me? do you like riding the bear more than my cock?”

you whine, hips bucking at his growly voice. as you speed up, price laughs. he relaxes on the couch, cigar smoke filling the air, making you dizzy. tells you when to speed up or to slow down. when to grind harder or softer. directs you as if you’re making him a personal porno.

“ah, now look at that.” he stands, setting his cigar down on an ashtray. walking to you, he crouches down, “now pup, look at what you’ve done.”

he pulls the bear plush from between your legs, holding it up. it’s drenched in your slick, fur glistening. “poor Fluffy, you’ve made him a mess.” he sighs, throwing it on the ground, “dirty pup. can’t control yourself can you?” you shake your head, shaky hands reaching for him while you babble. 

his eyes scan over your body as you cling to him. ears low as your thighs tremble. you yap and whine at him- something about how it wasn’t enough, you didn’t cum, to please let you cum. 

Price sighs as if you’re an inconvenience. his eyes linger on your cunt. its dripping with slick, puffy and flushed from all the friction. he meets your gaze. melting at your teary, desperate expression. he doesn’t show it, instead reaching out, repositioning you. your back meets the hardwood, legs forced apart as he slots between them.

price doesn’t even look at you, his eyes trained on your cunt. his fingers poke and prod, parting your lips to watch your clit twitch when exposed. your hips buck as you squirm, causing a hand to grip your thigh and still you.

“such a desperate bitch,” his eyes finally meet yours as he slaps the inside of your thigh, “maybe i should get you a stud, hm? give you to some mutt, let him fuck you? then you’ll know how good i am to you pup.” his fingers start rubbing slow circles on your clit, “simon tells me his mutt is always full of energy. if you get this wet grinding, you’ll be yowling around that pups knot.”

prices eyes dart away from yours, ignoring your babbles as he continues to inspect your cunt. he slides a finger in, eyebrows furrowing. his other hand leaves your thigh, slapping your clit. he lets out shuddering breath as your warm, wet walls clench around hisi finger, his dick twitching.

“getting this fucking wet and loose over that thing?” he glances to the soaked bear, “need to teach you a fucking lesson. who your cunt is supposed to get wet for”

he pulls out, using the hand on your thigh to flip you over. he pulls your ass flush against his hips, a hand in your hair to force your upper body down. the bear lays just in front of you.

he audibly scoffs when you reach out for it, bringing it close for comfort. price pulls your tail, making you instinctively arch your back. he grinds your hips back on him, groaning. “shh, keep fucking still.” he grunts, rutting his clothed dick into you

it takes only seconds for your dripping holes to wet his jeans. even less time for him to unbutton his pants and shove his boxes down. with his cock now free, he thrusts between your thighs.

your slick acts as lube as he fucks the fat flesh of your thighs. “bloody fucking hell.” he growls. his dick just barely pokes out the other side, your thick flesh completely consuming him.

price angels himself, now nudging your clit with every thrust. you whine and squirm pathetically beneath him, back arching as he spanks your ass. he uses the hand in your hair to shove your face into the toy bear, forcing you to inhale the scent of your own slick.

you beg and whine into the plush, your voice now muffled. he continues, not giving in and fucking your cunt, grinning as you start to sob. he presses your face harder against the bear, fucking your thighs the same he would your cunt. his hips slam against your ass, stinging the flesh and making it flush.

within minutes, price cums all over your thighs. thick globs spill down the front of them onto the floor. as he pulls away, he pulls you with him- the hand in your hair forcing you onto your knees.

“look at the mess you’ve made,” he scolds, free hand circling your clit. the bear lays discarded on the floor, stuffing now soaked with drool and slick. there’s a puddle of his cum on the ground, mixing with your fluids. he ignores your babbles as you cry about not cumming, instead he pushing your face to the ground.

“i’ve taught you better than this, love. you know better than to make a mess without cleaning it.” price shoves your cheek into the puddle of his cum, the now cold liquid smearing across your face, “once you’ve cleaned up your mess, ill clean you.”

he lets you up. his hand trailing along your body to your cunt, slipping two fingers in, finally giving you what you’ve been begging for. “might even make you cum, hm?” he slowly thrusts his fingers, “ that floor better be fucking sparkling by the time i come back.” as he pulls out, he slaps your ass agiain. a sadistic smirk spreads over his face as he gets up, taking his cigar with him as he leaves.

tonight you’ll definitely be clinging to him, and not that fucking bear plush. 

#mw2 smut #price x chubby!puppygirl #price x reader #price x reader smut #john price x reader #john price smut #price x female reader #fem reader #female reader #mw smut #THIS CAME TO ME IN A FEVER DREAM #price x puppygirl #im sorry if you named your plus teddy #I JUST GOOGLED NAMES AND PICKED ONE #anyways i hope this is okay #havent written in AGES

[conan-hearts-u]

Sleeping beauty !

"why is he is so pretty " You brush his hair out so you could see his face better

You had been awake for almost an hour. You should have already started your day but you didnt want to get up. Not with the pretty boy sleeping next to you.

Your boyfriend Ran was the most beautiful human being you had ever meet (other then you ofc🤭) but his beauty was tripled when he was sleeping. Its just the way he looked so peaceful as if he hadnt almost beat up all those people. And his "messy" black and blonde hair always looked so perfect.

But of course he is such a blanket hoarder . Sometimes you wake up at night feeling cold only to see that your boyfriend has taken the entire blanket all to himself. And when you complain about it he just denies it!

You fell back as soon as you notice that he was awake and smilling at you. You dont know show long you had been staring at him. You quickly tried to prentend that you sleeping which didnt work.

He started laughing "I caught you dont pretend to be asleep"

Made with love by very sleepy Conan <3

#Its late and im tired so sorry if there are any mistakes #I havent written in ages so i wrote this quickly #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #ran x reader #ran x you #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers fanfiction #a crybaby's world #made by conan

[prettyboykatsuki]

warms-ups | osamu + nsfw + cream

✬ wc ; 1.5k | ✬ tags ; afab + fem!reader, mentions of creampies, kitchen sex / after hours, alchohol, childhood friends to lovers, 18+

✬ a/n ; i SWEAR i did not rig this one at all😭

There's something about Osamu Miya that sends your spine tingling.

A divine kind of irony, because upon meeting them - you always preferred his brother. Atsumu is approachable to you, always has been. Poorly dyed blonde hair, with big round eyes and a signature pout that you've hardly seen him without. Atsumu is expressive and extroverted - at times deeply stupid in a way that's incredibly endearing.

You've known the Miya twins since you were snot-nosed brats though (long before the poor box dye), and it was easier for you to be alone with Atsumu. Atsumu took up so much space in a room that you never have to worry about fitting yourself in. He fills every place with his presence in a way that lets you hide behind him. Atsumu is like the sun.

And in contrast, Osamu is a lot like the moon. It took you a little longer to understand him, especially when you were young. They were twins but Osamu felt mature in comparison. Embodied a story of level, steadiness that left you unsettled.

(You learn later that this is a deceitful interpretation. Both of the Miya twins are petty and ridiculous - it's just that Osamu schemes it and Atsumu wears it on his sleeve)

Osamu has been a mystery to you since you can remember. He was never expressive enough for you to figure it out well, your exchanges being brief and stilted. It got less awkward gradually, a sense of acceptance settling in as you entered your teen years.

There's something valuable about being alone with someone, in complete comfortable silence. At 15, Osamu Miya felt a lot like an old couch. A place to come back to, with achey feet. A place you'd fall asleep, with your jeans still on and your head somewhere else.

You were there for their many milestones. When they got into Inarizaki, when they played all their games. You were there for their metaphorical break-up as they got to adulthood and you all parted ways to your different paths in life.

You still saw the Miya twins on a semi-frequent basis. You and Osamu were the first people Atsumu always called. Always in group messages and calls. When you finally graduated college, you landed a job close to the very Onigiri Miya opened.

It was probably about then. It wasn't like you hadn't always known about how good looking the Miya twins were. Your friends used to practically beg you to set them up and you don't blame them. But Atsumu always felt like a little brother to you and...

Osamu felt...not like that. But it wasn't like you could process that information at any point. Swept up in life, in teenage insecurity (because damnit, Osamu was always ridiculously good looking too) and in the general awkwardness of crushing on someone you've known since diapers - you tried to ignore it.

You thought those butterflies would die if you suffocated them, so you buried your nose in the books. Grew from a girl into a woman, into a fully bloomed person all in a few years. None of it mattered, because spending time with Osamu always seems to make you feel 15 again.

You don't quite know when it happened. One day of deciding to do your work in a booth at Onigiri Miya turned into many, and it seems like you and Osamu see each other a lot lately.

Osamu Miya is a lot bigger than his brother, you learn quickly. Atsumu is lean from his setting, muscular in a lithe way. Natural agility all befitting of his slippery character.

Osamu, too, has grown in a way befitting of his personality. Osamu got bigger. Started hitting the weights enough that he's muscular, soft and sturdy, the kind you can only see when he flexes. They're both still tall, but Osamu... is big.

Osamu is also, very handsome. Aware of it too, because he usually uses it to reel in customers. His face is different to you. Osamu looks less like a boy you grew up and more like a man you'd squeeze your legs together thinking about.

But even now, you don't understand what thoughts Osamu has about you.

You thought you were imagining it. The intensity of his gaze when he peeked at you from the counter. The subtle touches and plates of food you didn't pay for. Maybe he felt like he should take care of on old friend. Maybe the low way he whispered in your ear telling you "take care on yerr way home," were just your imagination playing tricks.

You only learn it late, taste-testing recipes in the back of his kitchen that it was all very intentional. It's your fault for forget Osamu is the kind of person to scheme.

A little sake in your system has you stumbling over your words. In the midst of your bumbling - all it takes is one, "I've always liked you" to entangle yourself with Osamu Miya.

A little kissing, a little touching - the way he coaxes you is so much like him. Subtle but overwhelming, a full moon in a deep sky.

In the back of Onigiri Miya, Osamu has your panties around your ankle. The warmth of alcohol is bubbling in your chest and embarrassment is rushing through every vein in your body - you want to shy away from him.

Of course, Osamu won't let you. You've got your arms around his shoulder, thick neck against your forearms. Your legs are up in the air, and your back is so hot against the cool metal. All you can feel his him in the air around you. He smells like a man who works, sweat and skin and salt.

You can feel the euphoria in your body to the point it's gut-wrenching, an overwhelming sensation like you're anxious. It's hard to describe. Tacky from sweat, you feel your fingers tremble as you move your hands to squeeze his shoulder.

Osamu puts his hand over it, squeezes it, kisses your wrists with all the affection of over two decades of desire. You feel it all over your body, delirium setting in. You want him so much you don't know what do. You whine, open your mouth to say his name.

Osamu shushes you. His cock is hard, thick and so heavy. He's got hair that tickles your legs. You can feel the tip press into your clit like he's kissing it, pushing against the soft folds of your pussy makes you shiver. Arousal drips out of you, a fruit squeezed in big hands that pick them. You want to cry.

"Samu," You mumble, your lips sheen and your heart in your belly "Osamu, please,"

"Look at you," He says, sounding just as bad as you "Wantin' it so bad. Never seen ya like this,"

You've never been like this. You don't get it yourself. Why you're head feels so blank. Your jaw feels heavy like you can't close it. Inside it's all empty and you want to be so full of him, surrounded by him.

"I don't know," You hiccup, holding him so tight. You want to sob "I really want you. Wan' you to want me too,"

Osamu laughs. God, it sounds good. Deep and throaty.

"I do. Ya know I do, don't ya? Our whole lives. My whole life."

"Osamu," You repeat. He laughs a little, maybe like he's amused. It feels so merciful when kisses you. The feeling of your bare chest against his makes you feel euphoric, skin practically begging for his attention.

"That's right, 's me" He says, trailing his lips down your neck "I'm already here,"

He doesn't ask you for anymore, so it feels like he's reading your mind. His fingers grip your hips as he eases his cock inside of you. Inch, by agonizing inch - you can feel it. The rubbing of such sensitive skin. You gasp and tighten your legs, crossing your feet at the ankle. You hold his back and feel your eyes roll over into your head. Pleasure pulls you apart.

"Oh, oh fuck," You feel your nails dig into his skin, Osamu hisses "Y-yeah, yeah, like that."

You don't know where you start and Osamu stops. It's all the same, one mess of limbs and one train of thought where your feelings swallow you up. Your heartbeat beats against your ribs and you feel like you can't handle. Osamu eases into you slow, his cock makes you so full. You can't take in enough air for how much it pushes out, walls taking shape of him naturally.

"So damn good," He says with all the force in the world. You think Osamu means it when he says you wants you "Shit."

"Please fuck me."

"Till ya can't take it, yeah? Promise, promise I will."

"Want you to cum in me," You admit, shame disappearing as the seconds pass. As Osamus cock fucks you open enough to confess about it "Over 'n over,"

"Want me to cream in you so bad? Yerr so dirty, where'd you go 'n learn that from huh?" He taunts, but it's not mean. You whimper as you roll your hips, your clit throbbing's with need.

"Please, pretty please?"

"Anything for you," He says, and you feel your insides tremble with need - even buried to the tilt. He pulls out in one swift motion, pushing back in with the same force as before. You cry out his name and your body loses it's strength "Take it f'r me, okay?"

#osamu x reader #osamu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #warm-ups #writing tag #wow i havent written for haikyuu in ages

[marklikely]

its weird because ill watch a beloved movie from like the 70s or 90s and for the most part they hold up ok or only have 1-2 moments that didnt age well but then ill watch a 80s or 2000s movie and its like oh god the 80s/the 2000s.

#especially when it comes to how the women are written. #avpost #idk i dont want to say the 70s and 90s are perfect or anything crazy but they havent aged as badly as the following decades #or not even aged badly like this shit was not cool back then either but you know what i mean.

[starry-bugs]

cuddle saga 10 with richas again

richas' favorite things about cuddling with cellbit:

the purring! it's very soothing, like a smaller version of dragon rumbles, which richas does when he cuddles his dads

the way his tail curls around his entire little body like some kind of protective fuzzy snake

when he picks him up to hold him closer while they cuddle and he can feel his heartbeat

richas' favorite things about cuddling with roier:

hes so warm it makes him sleepy, and he's very sturdy like another dragon, which makes him feel safe

when they cuddle while hanging from something, it makes him feel like hes in the air and it's awesome

when roier tucks him close to his chest and curls into a sort of ball around him and hums to help him sleep, it works every time

okay now on to the good stuff

richarlyson likes building nests, they're fun and safe and he has one at every dad's house and the hotel. now, obviously, only certain people are allowed in those nests. like at the castle, for example, only his dads can come in, anyone else gets bitten and attacked with the nearest object. nest cuddles are very very special, and usually reserved for days when he feels like he needs the most comfort.

so when roier and cellbit are putting away the dishes from breakfast and there's tiny claws in their shirts, dragging them away and towards the nest room, obviously they go without much argument. they let him arrange the pillows and blankets and stuffed animals, and then let him arrange them the way he likes. which is cellbit on one side and roier on the other with a nice, richarlyson-sized space in between.

richas puts himself in that space with roier against his back and cellbit in front of him, and pulls their arms over him and tugs them a little closer and then closes his eyes. he doesn't mind their hushed whispers to each other, or the worried looks they're sharing over his head. all he cares about is that he's warm and safe and can get some sleep. he'll tell them what's bothering him after his nap.

#i havent fucking written actual story stuff in ages but its whatever #qsmp #spiderbit #cuddle saga #bugs.writing

[sessalover]

breeding kink

pairing: dominic sessa x reader

genre: smut

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dominic moaned, his hips stuttering inside you.

“i’m g-gonna cum.”

you bit your lip, legs wrapped around his hips, sweat beading in both yours and his hairline, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

“are you close?” he urged, ever talkative and eager to please.

you whined, edging ever closer to your peak, “dom.”

you moved your hands from gripping on his hair until they were dug in his back; while he moved his so they were massaging your clit.

you moaned, your back arching until dom pressed your body back with a dominant but caring hand.

“i’m close,” you whispered, as he moaned in your ear, “cum in me.”

dominic groaned, his body tensing as he tried to stop himself cumming right then and there.

“what?” he asked, really trying hard to remind himself to pull out before it happened.

“cum in me, dom. please, give me your cum, i need it,” you moaned, holding his face in your hands as he looked in your eyes with a look of ecstasy.

“that’s literally the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he said, voice tight as he continued to pound his hips and massage your clit. he loved it when the two of you came together, though it only happened with extreme effort, “are you sure?!”

“yes! please!” you cried, hands on his lower back, trying, to your best efforts, to keep him inside you.

“god fucking- i’m gonna put a baby in you, yeah? you want that? you want my cum in you?” he groaned, incoherent babbling which only occurred in these moments just before he came, “jesus christ, i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum in you, y/n. put a fucking baby in you, make you pregnant, yeah?!”

he was moaning now, and so were you. a hand moved back to his hair, pulling on his curly locks as your lips collided and he finally spilled into you. loud and jittery moans like you’d never heard from him before.

you came seconds after, your hips raising up as dominic rubbed your clit through your high. he smashed his lips to yours as your bodies collapsed from exhaustion, a lazy smile on his face.

“you liked that, yeah?” you smiled as he suddenly got embarrassed.

“stop!” he chuckled, hiding his face in your chest.

“hey, don’t worry, i was the one who suggested it!” you laughed, “why haven’t you told me before?”

“i didn’t know before,” he whined, “that was really hot though. although we should really invest in the morning after pill.”

you laughed, reaching into the bed side table drawer and pulling out your newly started pills, “or just rely on these?”

dominic flopped on the bed, his body weak as he moaned, “oh my god this is the hottest thing ever, i love you.”

reaching over, hands gripping your face as he smashed his lips to yours, you giggling, “dom get off!”

“no we have to fuck as much as possible now,” he mumbled into your lips, “and i’m gonna cum in you every time.”

#this is so rough i havent written fanfic in ages im so sorry #dominic sessa #dominic sessa x reader #dominic sessa fanfic #dominic sessa imagine #dominic sessa smut #angus tully #angus tully imagines

[wavebiders]

Been trying to figure out what age Shadowheart was supposed to be in the wolf flashbacks, and turns out Viconia really did just kidnap a whole 8 year old huh?

#meet me in the pit mother superior #apologies for the crappy phone pic my pc won't let me take screenshots of the devnotes #bg3 #shadowheart #anyway kudos to Larian for being one of the only game studios to ever give an accurate idea of how old a child is supposed to be #I got the impression from that cinematic that she was around that age #but video game child models are notoriously unreliable and I've seen people saying she was like 12 #which does seem like an appropriate age for a coming of age rite #but then a lot of hints we get about her life in the cloister suggest she spent quite a bit of time there as a child #instead of just a young teenager #so I wasn't sure #but dialogue files tell all and little 8 year old Shadowheart being taken from her family is the angsty truth #(provided they havent aged her up since this was written of course but I don't get that feeling)

[rczc]

“t-touch me more! want you to touch me more…”

kobeni squirming in your lap and being all loud, close to tears 🥺 the way she whimpers your name when you finally cave GRABS YOUR HAND AND GUIDES IT TO WHERE SHE WANTS TO BE TOUCHED 😵‍💫

h-humps your hand 🫶🏽

STOPSTOPSTOP the thing is.. she’s soooo shy afterwards :,(( trying her best to stifle her cute little whines and pants, burying her head into your neck so you dont see the way her blush works its way from her cheeks to her ears. so you dont see the tears pooling in her pretty eyes at the stimulation and the way she’s bitten her lips raw to hide her pleasure. oh, but she can only take so much when you whisper praises into her ears, planting soft kisses after each one as you feel her tighten around the fingers youre slowly pumping in and out of her. a motion so monotonous its agonizing for our poor baby, almost painful. her twitching clit growing needier the longer she goes neglected. but you cant do what she wants if she doesn’t tell you, right? so you keep going, muttering in her ear with one hand curling inside of her while the other steadies her shaking form on your lap, keeping her from moving, from applying the slightest amount of pressure sure to set her off. but youre not mean :( not at all. and so you urge her to be more vocal, to break out of her little shell and show you what it is she truly wants.

is this okay ‘ben? think you can cum for me like this?

youre met with a high pitched whine you assume to be her response, eyeing the way kobeni sits on your lap. arm thrown across her eyes, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she pants for air. how cute.

you sigh, stilling your fingers inside her while your other hand moves up her body. from the dip of her waist up her pebbled nipples to her round cheeks. her warm, tear stained cheeks.

cmon beni, you whisper, talk to me

with a sniffle kobeni pulls her arm away, bleary eyes boring into you as her hand moves to cup yours. a soft smile settles on her pouty lips before she turns to kiss your palm, a shudder running through you as she begins to lick her way up to your fingertips. eyelids fluttering as she places pecks on each one

more, she hums

want more

sparkly eyes look up at you before taking two digits into her sweet mouth, tongue caressing them as her hips begin to rock against the stationary ones between her legs.

you peer down at the way she makes sloppy circles onto your palm, sucking you in till the knuckle as slick continues to seep out of her.

whats that pretty girl? i don’t know what you mean

you furrow your eyebrows at her, lips pushed out in a faux pout mirroring hers

if you wanna cum- you continue, curling your fingers to prod at the spongy spot inside of her, pulling a cry from her lips as lewd sounds begin to fill the air,,

loud

youre gonna have to show me

and wet.

kobeni begins to whine before feeling your fingers press down on her tongue with your thumb under her chin. the pathetic expression on her face is enough to make you feel bad if not for the way she tightened at your words. you pull your fingers out till they rest just shy of her hole, clenching around nothing at the sudden loss.

go on now, you pull your hand away from her mouth opting instead to place it on neck, fingers curling around her throat while you whisper into her mouth-

make a mess

her lips capture yours in a needy kiss as she grasps your other hand, guiding your fingers back where she wants them. kobeni pumps two of them into her cunt, hips angling up to meet every thrust before, every so often, rubbing her clit on your palm.

her strokes grow more desperate as she begins bouncing up and down, holding your wrist in place. spurred on by the sweet words you mutter into her mouth between every kiss, praise and filth mixing to finally tip her over the edge.

thats it baby

such a good girl

pretty little thing, got you creaming around my fingers huh?

take it bunny, ‘s all yours

and with the way she’s trembling against you, its only a matter of time before-

~hahh gonna … gonna cum

oh please, she looks into your eyes glazed over by lust

please make me cum

how could refuse a request so sweet?

you start fucking your fingers up into her as your hand tightens around her neck, filling the air with moans and loud squelches that would once burn kobeni’s face a bright red

touch yourself you order, smirking at the gasp that escapes her as her fingers begin circling over her throbbing clit. soon enough those circles turn into tight figure eights that have her panting and clutching onto your arm, the knot inside of her growing tighter and tighter until she jolts upright with a cry, sparks shooting through her nerves as you feel her release onto your (now drenched) hand.

with a sigh she slumps against you, curled up into your chest as she breathes heavily. eyes closed in contentment while you fuck the remnants of her orgasm out of her, pressing kisses to her temple while she dozes off

our pretty liddle princess

#i havent written in ages i know this is bootyhole but BUNNI I SNEBEBSBSBBDDH #YOU DID NOT HAVE TO PLANT THIS INTO MY HEAD BC SHES JUST SO #SO ABEBEVEGDHSH #wanna kiss her and hold her hand and make her laugh and worship her #🥹🥹🥹 #uhhh maybe i should tag this #csm smut #kobeni csm #kobeni x reader #kobeni smut #chainsaw man smut

[inkstaindusk]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amagi Hiiro/Shiratori Aira Characters: Shiratori Aira (Ensemble Stars!), Amagi Hiiro Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Reincarnation/Isekai/Transmigration, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Insecurity, Getting Together, Light Angst, kohaku and rinne briefly show up too, enstars was a bl dating sim but everything else is the same Summary:

Kohaku, like a true friend, doesn’t seem too disturbed by the favorability chart in Aira’s notebook, carefully documenting a month’s worth of observations. “And you think all of these people have crushes on Hiiro-han?” he asks in what might be a deliberately neutral tone. Aira decides not to read into it.

“Well… I mean, I just kind of thought they’re all pretty close to him.” He absolutely cannot tell him that everyone on this list were all Hiiro’s love interests in the unreleased sequel to the dating sim this world was in his past life.

#this is NOT sysupd au but it's similar #enstars #hiiai #aira shiratori #hiiro amagi #ensemble stars #i feel like i havent written just a normal one shot in ages i kinda missed it #i wrote this in three days #anya tries to write #my fic #shiratori aira #amagi hiiro #enstars lb #fp.txt

[angstymdzsthoughts]

what if JYL is actually manipulative and like turning her parents on each other, and like feeding thoughts that their parents are bad to her brothers. This is a mess of a what if I know, but I think it's pretty interesting when they like finally realize that

She tells herself it's for their own good as she encourages her brothers to come to her instead of Mother or Father. Father has so much work to do and Mother gets irritated so easily, but it's ok because jiejie is here.

She doesn't feel bad when she hears her parents arguing again. Why should they have a happy marriage? What had they done to earn it? Let the whispers of her fathers first love reach her mothers ears. Yanli hoped they haunted her.

#mdzs #reply #Wow I havent written in ages #But I do love a darker JYL #jiang yanli

[slightlyunconventional]

short-ish fic that im too tired to title based off this absolutely spectacular post (s/hadow & b/one, modern au k/anej with allergic k/az)

Inej woke up, eyes slowly opening in the dark bedroom, and squinted over at the digital clock on her bedside: 4:37am. She spent hardly a second considering what might’ve woken her, for it was so little a concern. It wasn’t uncommon for her sleep to often be interrupted at some ungodly hour of the night. Being a heavy sleeper was never really a trait she could assign to herself, and she supposed that could be owing to a plethora of reasons, the primary of which being the Menagerie. She scarce dwelled on the subject in her mind, though, for fear of unwelcome memories resurfacing to tug her back down into their dark depths. 

After lying still for a moment or two, attentive, so as to identify a possible cause of her awakening, she heard nothing but the gentle whirring of the building’s inner workings. Inej rolled over, unconcerned and ready to return to her sleep, only to find the other side of the bed empty. With a frown, she smoothed her hand over the sheets. Cold. She sat up. A miniscule seed of worry had begun to grow in her head, filling her brain with all of the worst possibilities. He probably just went to the bathroom, she thought, reassuring herself. But, she knew even this wasn’t likely. Kaz had begun sleeping soundly all through the night now that the nightmares had finally started to ease. She listened with bated breath, until she caught a glimpse of the glow sneaking under the door to the ensuite, and allowed herself to relax a little. He just heard a noise, or something, that’s all. Maybe the same thing that woke me up. The knowledge that Kaz was safe and accounted for gave Inej comfort. She told herself she’d simply wait for him to come back and then go to sleep again, so she moved to lay back down and pull the duvet back over herself, until a muffled sound that Inej couldn’t quite place came from the bathroom. She frowned again, brows furrowed in concern, before getting out of the bed. 

She began padding near-silently toward the bathroom door with her mind full of thoughts of concern and confusion, pausing halfway to listen once more for that unidentified muffled sound. And sure enough, it came again, a smidge louder this time. Inej had no idea what Kaz could possibly be doing. She furrowed her brows further and walked the rest of the way to the door. She knocked, a little tentative, only to find that the door wasn’t locked, or even properly closed for that matter, so it creaked slowly open as she did so. The bathroom lights were harshly bright, so stark white that she had to lift an arm to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the abrupt change. Once they did, the sight she was met with left Inej speechless. She stared incredulously at Kaz, Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, Bastard of the Barrel, sitting on the rim of the bathtub in a slightly-too-big black hoodie and boxer shorts, hair unkempt, exuding the same level of absolutely pathetic as a drenched cat. If not for what Inej noticed next, she might have even laughed. His eyes looked dreadfully watery, all red around the rims, as was his nose, and he held what could only be described as a bouquet of tissues up to his face. Inej was only slightly speechless.

"Kaz, love, it's four in the morning. What's going on, are you alright?"

"... I'm fine, go back to bed," Kaz replied, a half-assed mumble. He was deliberately avoiding eye contact, casting his gaze to literally anywhere else. Obviously, Inej was unconvinced. She pressed further.

"Have you been… crying?"

Kaz finally met her eyes as she said this, and they looked all the more irritated when he wasn’t staring elsewhere. Inej thought he’d have to put up a pretty good argument to convince her he hadn’t been sobbing his guts out all night.

“No,” he replied, muffled by the tissues he still held to his face like some kind of lifeline. “Ju-just–hhHISCHHUuh! hhuh’sSHHhuh!”

And, just like that, it all dawned upon Inej at once. This was the reason Kaz had woken up, why he had been absent from their bed for so long, why he looked so dishevelled. The noise I heard earlier, she thought, that’s what that was. Inej felt like some kind of mastermind putting all the pieces together, even though the answer was right in front of her… sitting on the edge of the bathtub. 

“Oh, Saints, Kaz,” Inej offered a pitying half-smile. “How long have you been up like this?”

“Ten minutes? Maybe fi-hih-fteen?” he replied, lifting one shoulder in a poor attempt at a shrug. He rubbed at his nose through his bundle of tissues. That earned him an exasperated look from Inej.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Kaz let out a near-silent sigh. “I didn’t… want to. I’m- I’m okay, it’s just my–h’huhh! Fuck– my allergiesSCHHhuhh! hh’hHH’hHSCHHh’iew!” He sighed. “Not worth getting you up for. You needed to sleep.”

His voice sounded rather thick after the itchy-sounding double, and it was becoming rapidly evident that he was incredibly fed up with sneezing so much, judging by the way he exhaustedly dropped the hand clutching his tissues into his lap afterwards. No matter how much concern and pity filled Inej’s brain, she couldn’t help but find Kaz just a little bit endearing in this state. Still, she was baffled as to why he didn’t consider waking her in this time of, well, crisis, or even think to put on some more clothes before getting up for the bathroom. His lack of… coverage was rather obvious due to the practically paper-white paleness of his legs. I need to get him outside more, thought Inej with an internal eyeroll.

“Oh, love… you look freezing,” she said, worrying at her lower lip slightly. “You didn’t think to grab a blanket at the very least?”

Kaz frowned. “I didn’t have time, I-I–hh’hehiihhH’ssSHHhiew! h’hHt–! ‘sSCHHhuh!” He sniffled, once, then paused, eyebrows scrunched a fraction and eyes glazed over, lips parted so slightly. For a moment he remained like this, in limbo, until his chest quickly rose with a sharp gasp of breath. “-hh’hHiih’ssCHHh’hew! huh’hh-SHHhuuh! Huh… I just woke up and it was so– they just kept coming, I couldn’t have held it off if I tried– I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

Inej offered a sympathetic smile as Kaz knuckled miserably at the side of his nose. “It’s okay. I was probably almost awake anyway. You know I’m a light sleeper,” she reassured. “Now, come on, come back to bed and get yourself warmed up, yeah?”

“...but I’m still–” he started reluctantly, before being cut off by his own reflexes. “hhiihh’hh’sSHHhiew! hihH’TSHHh’uh! Saints.”

“I don’t mind as long as you’re warm. And getting enough sleep - you don’t seem to be doing much of that lately,” Inej replied warmly. Kaz was still unconvinced.

“C’mere, love,” she continued, putting on mock puppy eyes. “The bed’s too big for just me.”

Kaz’s lips tilted a bit at that and he finally lifted himself off the side of the bath, rubbing his eyes with one half-hoodie-sleeve-covered hand. Once he was upright, he grabbed the box of tissues rather miserably from beside the sink and followed Inej back into their room. She was about to guide him back into bed, when he spoke again.

“Wait, h-holdon–!” he said, utterly breathless, before ducking down into his elbow to muffle a set of strong sneezes. “h-huhh’sSCHHhuh! hh’hiihhH’SSHHh’iew! Fuck, sorry.”

“Bless you,” Inej murmured kindly. She placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.

They both got back into bed, in silence save for the occasional itchy sniffle from Kaz, and finally resumed their usual ritual of nestling comfortably against one another. His head fit neatly up against hers and she rested her hand gently on his chest.

“Now don’t worry about disturbing me, okay? Just as long as you’re here with me, and not freezing your ass off in the bathroom,” she said quietly in the dark of their room. “Sneeze on me if you really have to,” she added with a smirk.

“I will absolutely not be doing that,” Kaz replied. The disgust in his voice was dampened somewhat by the combination of congestion and exhaustion as he was already halfway asleep. 

Right before drifting off, Inej made a mental note to remind Kaz to take his allergy meds when they both woke up.

#snz #snzblr #snz kink #snzario #snz blog #s/hadow and b/one #snzfic #sneeze kink #i hope this is okay i havent written in ages sob #enjoy

[evanture]

a little comic about my interpretation of dess in undertale. shes taking care of noelle on her own after rudy passed

Heres a little doodle of Sans deersitting Noelle.

#deltarune #dess holiday #sans the skeleton #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #utdr #utdr comic #apologies for writing discrepancies i havent written the skelebros in ages #dess 🤝 sans: raising a sibling alone #she likes his puns #reminds her of rudy #idk what her magic would be. i like the idea of her having fire powers to parallel noelle #carols dead because i didnt want to figure out how old to make her #LMAO #sorry mayor holiday #holiday sisters

[uldahstreetrat]

vague bits of writing I've started drafting for the beginning of Q'ihnn's journal if anyone is interested \o/

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3 Sun, 4 Umbral Moon

Momodi had me helping some fresh adventurer today, a thaumaturge. Apparently she made a rather fiery entrance to the city and the Flames didn’t want her looking for work unsupervised. Most of the work was rather insignificant - handing out pretzels to guards, delivering a pumpkin, killing some coblyns, keeping some poor bastard from getting himself killed at the hands of the Blades. But parts of it were… odd. Papashan asked my help finding Lady Lilira after she had wandered off again and while it was easy enough to know she would be at the Sultantree, we were attacked by voidsent while we were there. Worse yet, this adventurer collapsed after the fight. She wasn’t hurt, it was that same stupid curse that I have. The odd visions. I saw it too, and once it would have made me collapse as well. She’s new to these. I hope they treat her kinder.

Equally troublesome was the appearance of the man named Thancred. I’ve seen him around on occasion and though supposedly he’s a scholar, he certainly doesn’t act the part. Frankly he seems like someone Ophianne would associate with, which is reason enough for me to be suspicious of him.

He appeared twice today, both at the Sultantree and after we were ambushed by the Blades and some strange golem. Both times the adventurer and I were struck with visions. I certainly hope he stops appearing so suddenly.

The adventurer and I are both lodged at the Quicksand for the night - while I would usually go home, Momodi insisted. I’ve never been able to tell her no. I fear I’m stuck with this thaumaturge for a while yet, and while I would prefer to keep her at arms length, as simply someone I’m handholding for the time being, it must mean more that she too is plagued by what plagues me. Perhaps I should start using her name. Allienea Shepard. A strange woman.

#i havent written in ages #felt like derusting a wheel #ffxiv #ff14 #my writing i guess #this didnt feel long enough for a read more but maybe I should have anyway? #as i get through drafting all of this i might just post it all on ao3 as well #ya know if people like it #even then i probably will anyway aha #give my husband a place to read it so he doesnt have to squint at my handwriting on paper

[twinnedpeaks]

thank you for your act of service, by salem m. s.

#i like this so please please dont let it flop #i havent been ok with anything ive written in afes #ages #words #writeblr #quotes #poem #poems #writing #writers #written #poetry #love poem #short poem #poets corner

[freakurodani]

Kageyama + Suga + Park + Yellow

"You remind me of my little brother sometimes, Kageyama."

"Huh?"

"Yup! He's still in middle school, but he's only a year younger than you. He's *also* a little prodigy." Sugawara's chuckle was warm. Kageyama was going to miss it. He couldn't *really* say that he made friends with all his teammates, but as a senpai, he secretly considered Sugawara his favorite.

"Though, my brother is into debate, rather than volleyball. Our parents are already planning his political future. They're aiming for Prime Minister, of course."

"... That doesn't sound like me at all?" The unsaid question was punctuated with the *bap* of the ball against his arms. His mouth and brows pinched, trying to piece together whatever puzzle Sugawara had presented him.

"Well, two are more different than similar. Like, I think I took all the tall genes before he could get them. He's still so small, it makes me feel really nice coming home to him after spending all day with you giants. I hope he never grows up, he's really cute!"

"Suga-san."

"Dang it, lost the lead again," Sugawara had the decency to at least sound apologetic, even if he was still smiling, after a year, Kageyama still hadn't figured out why Sugawara had so many different kinds of smiles. "You and my brother, you both work so hard, you know? And you inspire me to work hard, to be braver and fight for what I want."

Kageyama's cheeks felt warm. He decided to blame the setting sun, and not the praise. "Ah."

"I fully believe that the both of you can go anywhere you want in life." Sugawara caught the ball and turned his full attention to Kageyama. "I also want you both to remember me once your famous! When you get interviewed, remember to tell them Suga-senpai taught you all you know!"

Sugawara was winking at him. He was pretty sure he was being teased, but in the way meant to show affection rather than disdain. His mind couldn't help but compare the way Sugawara called him cute or made fun of him as a backwards way of praising him, to the way Oikawa would compliment him as a way of antagonizing him.

"You didn't though."

"Cheeky!!"

"Yeah," because he was. He was absolutely being cheeky. Somehow, Sugawara got him in a headlock and was giving him a noogie in retaliation. It wasn't painful, but he's *seen* bruises on Azumane's sides in the clubroom. He wasn't sure Sugawara knew how strong he was.

"Brat! You're such a brat! Just like my brother this way too!" But Sugawara didn't sound angry. It was nothing like the intense scolding he witnessed on the court. This was like when he'd complain to Daichi-san about being lumped with the trouble makers or calling Azumane a coward.

The assault didn't last long. They take a seat in the grass, by a tree. The shadows are growing longer. "You didn't teach me everything. But..." Sugawara's head is tilted toward him, attentive. "...You taught me a lot of very important things. How to communicate and pay attention to the spikers.H-how to earn their trust." Kageyama looked to the ball in his lap. "You didn't have to. We were competing for the same position. And... You made me better. Even though I'm the reason you didn't get to play a lot your third year. I'm sor-"

"Don't you dare apologize, Kageyama."

He felt himself stiffen. He was stuck in Sugawara's furious gaze. Eyes that usually felt so gentle burned him. He didn't shrink away, but he felt a little smaller.

"I got to play. Period. I got to see my team make the national stage, and maybe it wasn't exactly how I wanted it, but you guys... We were there. I've been asked why I stuck around, since I guess from an outside perspective, there was nothing in it for me. But let me assure you, Kageyama, I got *so much* out of this year. Indescribable as it is. So don't you apologize for that. Don't you apologize for your skill, for what you were able to help *our* team achieve. "

Kageyama exhaled. "You know, Sugawara-san... You remind me of someone too."

#sugawara koushi #kageyama tobio #haikyu!! #hq!! #haikyuu fanfiction #conspiracy lvl: art #okay so i was plannign just to draw smth #but kennedy omg idk i just got really inspired!!! #maybe i just love these two so much #i was also stuck at work and SUPER bored and so my brain was racing #kabsfkjabfkajs the rough draft for this is written on a bunch of scrap paper akshfbaksjfa #ahhh i havent posted a fic in ages and this one is real rough #anyway #hope yall enjoy this feels v vulnerable #they are brothers to me ur honor