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dalgikiss · 1 year

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drowning in sunlight // a.miya

you wish you were the sun

genre: romance, angst

a/n: i am terribly terribly terribly!! sorry for the lack of updates, and to come back (v v v v v v v briefly) and give you this garbage that I've had in my drafts for ages as a return??? absolutely unacceptable. i'm still giving it to you regardless of the coherency. for some reason, i couldnt get the phrase 'i want him to look at me like the sun' out of my head, despite fully knowing that you cannot actually look at the sun, but i digress. in any case, here is this word vomit that i've had in my drafts but I couldn't stop thinking of.

“Do they ever shut up?”

Your friend, Sora Azuma rolls her eyes at the affectionate, for the lack of a better word, display Atsumu and his new girlfriend were putting on. You laugh robotically, dropping your bag onto your desk with a bit more force than you needed to.

The sound of his laughter mixing in with hers rings cheerfully in the small classroom and it does nothing to ease your heavy heart.

You can’t help the fleeting disgust that curls your lips and makes you roll your eyes at the sight. “You’d think,” You can’t help but fume a little, “that our relationship meant more to him since we were together for almost a year, but here he is with a new girl just after a month-”

Sora snorts at how vexed you look, before resting her hand across the top of yours.

“Hey,” her voice is soothing, calm, nothing like the rapid beating of your heart. She peers into your eyes and squeezes your fingers, “You’re okay. You got this”

“Besides,” her sweet smile lifts a little higher, a little more devious when her eyes narrow just slightly, “you’re way cuter than her. I overheard some girls in the hallway saying you and Atsumu were a cuter pair”

Those words shouldn’t make you feel a little bit better. But they do anyway.

You can’t help but sneak a peek over to the pair. Despite how fast Sora slaps her hand over your eyes, you’ve already burned the image of Atsumu rubbing his thumb over the pale expanse of his new girlfriend’s cheek, golden eyes staring at her so adoringly, it makes you sick to your stomach.

Sora clicks her tongue but pushes your hair back anyways and decides not to reprimand you. Instead, she drops a carton of juice at your desk under the guise of ‘got lucky at the vending machine and happened to get 2 instead of 1’

“Thanks,” You mumble, lips pressed together in a straight line, “i really appreciate it”

“I know,” Sora grins and holds up the matching carton, “Maybe you should focus on me instead of your deadbeat ex”

You scoff but you turn to face her fully anyways, resting your chin on the palm of your hand, eyes unfocused.

“He used to look at me like that,” You blurt it out before you can really think about anything else. When Sora stares at you with an exasperated look, you clamp your hand over your mouth quickly.

‘Sorry,” You squeak, “I didn’t mean to say that”

She doesn’t say anything but sips peacefully from her straw while you mull over the thick fog in your head.

He used to look at me like that

“Why are you staring at me?”

“I can’t look at my girl?”

“You look like a lovesick idiot”

“Yeah, yeah” Atsumu rolled his eyes at your quip while he pulled you towards him, “can’t help it when it’s you i’m lookin’ at”

You consider yourself saved by the bell when the incessant urge to stare at the couple creeps up on you again. With a soft sigh escaping from your lips, you pinch the bridge of your nose until a red mark appears to distract you from the ever growing need to look.

You’re beginning to understand why all breakup advice tells you to block your ex on every social media platform and avoid them as best as you can.

Sora turns to face you, arm covering her face as the sunlight begins to spill in through the windows. You laugh when she scrunches up her nose. She throws a paper ball at you and you’re thankful the teacher is too preoccupied with the front row to even notice you giggling away.

Atsumu rests his hand on his cheek and watches you cover your smile with an open palm, the corner of your eyes crinkling.

Atsumu lifted one of his hands when you had begun squinting, looking up towards the sky.

“It’s too sunny out,” you complained, but lifted up on your tiptoes to press a kiss onto the palm of his outstretched hand.

The sun blazed openly, no clouds in the sky and the heat from the sidewalk made you sweat. Atsumu squinted once at the sun before tugging you towards his side.

“It’s not so bad,” he mused, “it could be raining”

“Hmmm, i guess” you begrudgingly agreed before wrinkling your nose when a hot gust of air blew towards the two of you, “ew that just felt like the earth sneezed on me”

Atsumu laughed at your description, the sound ringing clearly in the still air. He looked at you with a fondness most people didn’t know he’s capable of, lips still curved into a smile. You caught his gaze and wiggled your eyebrows. Atsumu rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. You tilted your head back and laughed.

He watched you with the weight of the words he was too scared to say resting on his back and carefully memorized every detail of your laughter.

Your pencil taps on the desk in a rhythm only you can hear. The rest of your classmates scribble away on their papers, eyebrows furrowed intensely. Yours is blank, saved for the prompt “I want to be…” written in English on the first line.

Sora’s paper is filled as she concentrates on translating the sentences in her head, tongue sticking out of her mouth. She looks up when she feels your gaze on her, taking the time to throw a small eraser at you.

Write, she mouths at you, before you get in trouble

I don’t know what to write, you want to say, I don’t know what I want to be

You’re lying. Of course you know what you want to be. You want to be-

“- the sun” you said it proudly, hands resting on your hip, “because I’m the brightest thing in your life”

“I dunno about that one,” Atsumu teased you, “ya really ain’t that special”

The sunlight shone in through the window, catching the top of your head. Atsumu watched you twirl in your spot. Beautiful, he thought to himself, tucking his arm behind his head, you always are

“You’re seriously going to tell me, your girlfriend, that I’m not special?” You threw the plush lying on his bed at him and he catches it easily, but you would never hurt him intentionally anyways.

The warmth of the sun made you dizzy. You landed on his bed with a heavy sigh and he immediately tugged you into his arms. He mumbled something into the crown of your head, the soft tone fading away in the quiet of the room.

You twisted around to face him and he pressed a kiss to your forehead in response. His heart beated peacefully while the sun casted gold around his room.

“The sun,” He murmured so quietly, you had to strain your ears to hear him. “You will always be the sun to me”

“You are something I cannot live without”

“[surname]-san”

You blink, lifting your head to meet the expectant gaze of your teacher. He cocks his head to the side, gesturing with his hand for you to read your assignment. Sora winces when she catches a glimpse of your still empty paper on your desk.

“Please read what you have written for the assignment”

You glance down at your paper and suck in air between your teeth.

Right, completely empty.

The teacher waits for you patiently, scribbling away notes on other student’s work in his notebook.

“I um-” You rack your brain desperately for an answer, the broken english words from random TV dramas playing rapidly in your mind, “I want to be-”

The sun catches onto something, reflecting right into your eyes. You automatically lift your hands to cover your face, turning your face slightly towards where the glare was coming.

Atsumu finally twists his watch face away from the sunbeam on his desk, hiding it underneath his sleeve before you notice.

He blinks slowly when you catch his gaze. A soft moment passes and then-

Atsumu smiles, the genuine ones that you’ve missed so much with the corners of his lips upturned until his eyes crinkle at the end.

(Is it wrong to hope that he misses you too?)

You know what you want to be.

“I want to be the sun,” You answer your teacher honestly, despite some weird looks that your classmates were casting at you. Sora raises her eyebrows but stays quiet, gently tapping her fingernails on the wood of the desk.

The teacher looks up from his notes, a little confused, but he smiles anyways, “Do you think you could elaborate a little on that?”

“Um,” You glance down at the paper held in between your shaky hands, “I-”

I want to be the sun because-

“It fuels life on Earth,” You finish lamely, staring down at your desk, “Sunny days are nice too, especially being able to go to the beach, or something like that”

You take your seat when the teacher nods his approval and wipe the sweat away from your palms on the pleats of your skirt. Sora grins encouragingly, giving you a soft thumbs up when you catch her eye.

The weight of Atsumu’s gaze rests heavily against you, golden eyes seemingly trying to swallow you whole.

I want to be the sun because I want him to look at me again

#atsumu angst #hq atsumu #atsumu imagines #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #hq #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu reader insert #miya atsumu #haikyuu fanfiction #atsumu scenarios #atsumu x y/n

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squid-ink-symphony · 1 year

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im really liking story mode and splatoon 2 in general so far, and i just got to the 4th area, so here are some random thoughts i have on it in no particular order.

I rlly like that Marie is basically the only other character here. I may be biased cuz she's my second fav character (shiver is number one ofc) but i just rlly like her commentary. But not have Callie here to also say random stuff is kinda sad..... Like at first i was like yessss lets go only Marie(no offense, i love callie). But i miss her :(

I may be one of the few sheldon enjoyers as someone who actually likes reading all his dialogue, so i appreciate him also being here.

THIS IS HARD. I know i suck at video games... but some of these levels just feel so LONG. And making me fight enemy octolings with a charger is evil. Anyway yeah i need some easier levels spread out between these like splat 3 had. Cuz this is..... not good. I have to keep taking breaks cuz the long levels do be mentally taxing. Like hello this is funny squid game i cant be bad at smth intended for kids. I havent straight up failed a level yet but ive come close.

Hello?????? The ruins of ark whatever its called salmon run map is so cool????? Why dont we have this in splat 3 yet. Its so fun.

speaking of salmon run, not being able to throw eggs or have the movement of splat 3 is so cursed. like, what do u mean thats not a thing????

Yeah the not being able to do the lil charge thing up wallls is so unsatistfying.....

I had to play as a guy cuz i wanted my splat 3 hair. (the ponytail) which i dont usually care about in games, but the girl inklings have cuter voices.... Oh well i am a dude now lol. Luckily gender is a game to me so i dont actually care other than the voice difference

Pearl and Marina my beloveds.... HOW COME WE DONT DONT GET STAGE SPECIFIC DIALOUGE IN SPLAT 3????? not only do deep cut not get many chances to speak in story mode they also have repetitive news segments...... so sad.. its ok i still love them. But yeah i love these funny creechurs. why are they like that. they say so many insane things. pearl and marina are so funky :D

Forcing me to use the hero charger for certain levels is so evil and messed up. I only like dualies, rollers, and sometimes brella. They cant do this to me.. I cannot aim....

As with splat 3 i am enamored with the backgrounds in the story mode levels themselves. i love just wasting like 5 mins just staring at them. I want to make literally any of them my desktop background but idk how to get a good pic of them.... man especially the upside down city looking one in 3. its so pretty and just UGH ITS SO GOOOD/

I am so poor..... what do u mean clothes cost money/?? i have to play the game??? all i want is to dress up my funny lil squid... i need a splatoon spinoff that is just a casual game thats like a dress up/room decoration game. maybe w like a cooking minigame too. thats ideal. like animal crossing or smth but squids. Shooting ppl is stressful.... (dont ask me why i play splatoon if i dont like combat cuz its scary. i couldnt tell u)

WHY ARE ALL THE INK COLORS IN THIS GAME SO MUCH PRETTIER THAN THE SPLAT 3 ONES???? ITS NOT FAIR. Some of these blue's are so pretty... i want...

none of the multiplayer maps have rlly stuck out to me in any way. Like they all just kinda feel the same lol. I think like maybe one or two i thought were cool? but idk the names. i def like the aesthetic of a lot of them.

I wanna just try all the weapons and specials but noooooo i gotta level up. just gimme everything ok

i also wanna explore the stages but as far as i know there isnt recon. I was just gonna do a private battle but turns out u cant do those w one person. And i was so excited cuz there were splatfest stages availbe too...... so sad i just wanna check out the maps but idk how to/if i can do that.....

the amount of times ive fallen off the map in the main level select area of story mode is more than i can count. its not even funny at this point

I also just cannot find some of the scrolls/sardines in some levels despite playing them mulitiple times. Not to just expose myself as incompetent over and over today, but i am 100% gonna need to look up a guide cuz i do not have the patience for this.

Also the rhythm game is surprisingly one of my fav things so far??? Like i am having the most fun ever with this thing. I want it in splat 3 so bad w all the new songs. Its actually just so fun. Like idk maybe better than story mode somehow. Maybe i just have my priorities wrong tho lol

Anyway yeah tats all i have 2 say for now... I think. idk im having fun w the game so yeah

#splatoon #splatoon 2

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nikrangdan · 3 years

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cafeworker!ni-ki

pairing: cafeworker!ni-ki x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: the cashier at the new coffee shop was so adorable you just couldn’t resist visiting just for him

**did not proofread

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contrary to popular belief, you were NOT a social person

whenever you were around friends and family, you were always the loudest person there

like SHUT UP Y/N!!!!!!

anyways although you were loud, people still enjoyed being around you because you had such a sweet soul and interesting humor

everyone close to you knew that you hated talking to people you didnt know

but to all the strangers? no

they would think you were an outgoing ready-to-meet-new-people extrovert

which was so, so wrong

but ALAS, you had to talk strangers almost everyday living in 2020

(well lets pretend we arent in the middle of a pandemic right now)

moving on......

so you were in high school at the downfall of your existence

you used to have so many friends when you were younger ..now you only have like 3

and those three were always busy (busy making up excuses thats for sure) so you never really hung out with them outside of school

and on one fine evening after school you decided to visit the new cafe 5 minutes from your house

u were really excited because all the cafes were 15 minutes from your house so now u could just walk to this one if u wanted to !!!

but yeah it was in the middle of a small plaza that had cute buildings

you pulled up to the parking lot and was just about to get out the car when u remembered..

u have to talk to the cashier :/

who’s a stranger! even more ://

it was always so weird to you.. whenever you went out you always had someone else order for you because you just hated talking to strangers

you just felt uncomfortable and you couldnt help it

its not like you have never ordered for yourself but you would always prefer not to

and now that you think about it

this is the first time you have gone out by yourself

you did text one of your friends beforehand but they said they “had homework to do”

LIES!!!!

but you really wanted to try the coffee so you just ran with it

time to face your fears!

you opened the glass door to reveal a cute looking cafe, like the ones you’d see in movies

you loved it already

glancing to the cashier you’d have to be talking to—

hold on

you had to do a double take because WOAH.....

the cashier...

he....

wow..

you have never seen a boy like that in your life

you stood there for like 3 seconds before coming to your senses and standing infront of the menu

that was infrONT OF HIM

“hi, what can i get for you?”

HIS VOICE OH MY GOD..!?!?!

“oh um.. can i get a second to .. look..?”

“yeah of course,” he gestured to the menu on the wall above him

hes so nice u almost cried

your eyes shakily traveled up to the chalkboard menu and u began to ‘read’ the options

its like u could feel his eyes on u WTF!!!!

um um um *internally keyboard smashes*

you couldnt even think

the words on the menu were like gibberish

the ONE time u go out by yourself

this had to happen.. of course! someone had it out for you, you were sure of it >:(

picking a random drink you gave him your order

“uh can i have an iced caramel macchiato?”

ITS LIKE YOU CANT SAY A SENTENCE WITHOUT UH OR UM

u cant help but think hes judging you

he looks like that while u are standing there in old sweatpants your dads tshirt

“sure, what size?” he looks into your eyes after putting your order into the machine

god you felt your heart stop

his Eyes..... theyre so beautiful

“oh um regular” you attempted to give a small smile

hopefully it looked like one

“okay that’ll be $5.12.”

you dug out some cash from your bag and handed it to him

he gave u your change and gave u a small smile

“your drink will be out in a minute”

AAAAA

he went :)

he is so CUTE.....?!?!

he looked around your age too

sigh... you knew he was way out of your league though

you were gushing over him but he probably thought you were just another boring customer

while waiting u sat at one of the 2 person tables on your phone

and u IMMEDIATELY went to text your groupchat

‘GUYS’

‘AT THE CAFE NEAR MY HOUSE’

‘CUTEST BOY IVE EVER SEEN EVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE’

‘WTF IM GONNA CRY HOW DOES HE EXIST’

‘WAIT BRB HE S COMIBBG’

you tried to quickly put your phone down without looking suspicious when you saw him walking towards you with a drink in his hand

“here you go, enjoy” he said before swiftly making his way back to the counter and talking to the other worker there

wow... hes so mesmerizing

you’d steal glances at him every now and then while taking sips of your drink

you were sitting there for like 20 minutes before you noticed you finished your drink

you totally forgot you came here to see how good their coffee was

it was good by the way

sadly it was your time to leave

taking one last glance at him, you threw away your empty cup and walked out the door

wow

u cant believe you got to witness the most beautiful human being ever

in your small town?? crazy

you were sitting in your car just thinking

WAIT

U DIDNT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!

you mentally punched yourself but then you started laughing

what does knowing his name even matter, its not like u were ever going to talk to him anyway

LOL

*sad emoji*

but the coffee was good so you definitely planned to go back

and not just because of the cute boy

...unless....

*time skip*

the next day you went there was a week later at the same time in hopes that he was working the same shift

AND HE WAS!!!!

score! 1 for y/n, 0 for umm... any other person who had a crush on him too i guess

the cafe didnt have too many people since it was fairly new and also in a small part of the city

so when you went in, you were the only one there along with the two workers

“welcome, what would you like to order?”

NOT THIS AGAIN

he looked even cuter today

his messy blond hair almost covered his eyes

you shouldve forced your friend to come with you this time

you ordered the same thing as last time but this time he asked for your name

hmmm

“um y/n” you answered

your heart was always beating 2 times as fast whenever you had to talk to him

he wrote it down on the cup and after you paid, you went to sit down at the same spot as last time

looking at him is literally the highlight of your day

the same thing happened as last time, he came over and gave you your drink without giving u a second glance

>:((((

boooo look at me cute boy

nonetheless u continued going to the cafe at the same time as much as u could which was like three times a week

literally over a month later and u dont think anythings going to happen

u punch yourself for thinking the boy would somehow find interest in you

hes still indifferent to you which isn’t surprising since you’ve never made any kind of move

ever

but

he should know u by now

hopefully..

*time skip again*

it was a saturday

at this point you’ve basically given up on having a crush on him and now since its become a routine u just say you go for the coffee

not really paying attention to your surroundings you dont notice that the boy at the cash register isnt the normal one you see almost everyday

“hey, what would you like to order?”

woah WHAT

you look up from your bag to notice a boy that was definitely not the one that normally stood infront of it at this time

and you also noticed something on this new cashier

a name tag

how come your old little crush didnt have one????

this new boys name was ‘jay’ and he was fairly cute too

looking around the corner at the other worker u noticed he has a name tag too

you recognized him because he was always working when the cute boy was at the cash register

his name was ‘heeseung’

after taking in these new additions you answered to jay

“oh um.. can i ge-,”

“she gets an iced caramel macchiato. her name is y/n”

??!<_|#%[>~€\£~

you whipped your head around so fast to see who said that behind you

was it who you thought it was ??!??!

YES IT WAS!!!!

OH MYGOD

ITS HIM

you widened your eyes at the boy who wasnt wearing his normal black and white uniform

instead he was wearing black ripped jeans and a gray hoodie

wow....... and u thought he couldnt look any better

BUT OMG?? HE REMEMBERS U

“oh wow ni-ki, you know her?” the boy named jay asked him

“uh yeah.. shes a regular” he said before walking to stand next to you

NI-KI

HIS NAME IS NI-KI OHMHGOD

u thought his name fit him perfectly its so CUTE

“are you gonna get something too?”

this whole time you were silent because.. what is going on

your heart was being SO fast you thought that everyone could hear it

“yup, can i get the same thing? also im paying for both of us”

WHAT??/):)/$;##\%|

ur eyes widened even more it looked like they were gonna pop out of its sockets

u unconsciously leaned towards the boy next you and kind of put your hands up

“w-what?? oh um no, you dont have to do that” you nervously said to him as he looked down at you

he kind of had a smile on his face

“i want to.”

there is no way this is happening

“oiiii ni-ki” jay chuckled while punching in numbers on the cash register

“ill have both of your drinks out soon, you two kids have fun!” jay said before turning around to face heeseung

WHAT??!!??!

your jaw almost dropped from shock

millions of thoughts ran through your brain and you couldnt even process anything

u cant believe this was happening

it was like a wattpad story or something.. is this how u meet ur soulmate

your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your back momentarily and u look to see ni-ki shyly grinning and gesturing u towards a table

no way...

you awkwardly follow him to a 2 person table next to wall and sit down

you literally could not hear anything except for the pounding of your heart

“uh sorry about that...” he rubbed his neck and sheepishly smiled

“im ni-ki by the way”

“y/n...” u felt so awkward u wanted to cry

“agh, im really sorry if that was weird.. i just didnt know how to ask you out.....” he trailed off

*passes out*

IM JOKING

Ok but u felt ur heart stop bc NO WAY

“wait what??” u ask, ur eyes bigger than the moon

“um yeah... haha i took the day off today to try to talk to you.. sorry if that was weird..”

HE WAS SO AWKWARD JUST LIKE YOU IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER

“no its okay!! im glad actually...”

“really? so is it okay if we hang out?” he asked excitedly

u did not think u could handle HOW CUTE THIS BOY WAS O M G...

“of course! sorry if im kind of awkward though” you gave a small smile

“its okay, i think i am too”

you two began talking about the cafe and where you went to school

turns out even though you two lived in the same town (literally 5 minutes away from eachother) u went to different schools for some reason

u talked for like 2 minutes before jay walked up with your drinks

“hows it going guys?”

“its doing good bro, now go away..” ni-ki lightly shoved jay and laughed

you giggled at the sight

jay looked offended and came right back

“that is not how you talk to your elders ni-ki! y/n do you see this?!” he scoffed

ni-ki just rolled his eyes and turned back to you

“do not ignore me young man!” jay joked

“oh y/n, ive heard all about you from ni-ki over here by the way.”

ni-ki’s eyes got so big you almost got worried

he turned around so fast and gave jay one of those ‘i swear if you say anything ur dead meat’ looks

jay obviously did not care

“hes always like ‘y/n this y/n that’ blah blah im glad he finally got the balls to ask you out because im honestly sick of hearing it!” jay laughed

u were blushing so hard

NI-KI LIKED U????

this felt like a dream

ni-ki pushed jay away so hard and turned back with red cheeks

awe

but yeah that was the beginning of the cutest relationship ever

u and ni-ki were so cute together <333

you’d always visit him during ur free time

it took like 2 months before u two made it official tho

and he was the sweetest boyfriend ever

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batsinurbelfrey · 2 years

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Olympic athletes specifically for the game!

ooooh hmmmm

blorbo - Chris Plys O-O

USA - Curling

I just.... think hes Neat-

scrunkly - Zuzana Paulova!

CZECH REP. - Curling

Fun fact as if those earrings couldnt get any cuter, she wore them to support the CZ Junior team!

scrimblo bimblo - Tomáš Paul CZECH REP. - Curling he is Zuzana's mixed doubles partner and also HER HUSBAND!!! MARRIED DOUBLES COUPLE. I didn't see a lot of love going around for him but he is just so delightful to me. He looks vaguely like a lost McElroy brother and also the Physical Embodiment of social anxiety, which, relatable.

glup shitto - Matteo Rizzo! Italy - Figure Skating are you getting the theme yet? I like Nerds (affectionate)

poor little meow meow - Can I repeat Chris Plys here? Purely because he would about 1x per end, absolutely ignore Vicky's direction and fuck everything up and I should be annoyed by that like the rest of the GC but instead I chose Willing Blindness.....Meow Meow......

horse plinko - Adam Siao Him France - Figure Skating Now don't get me wrong here I LOVE that he did a Star Wars routine. This is not a malicious horse plinko. But he is not immune from the fact that i lovingly roast every single Star Wars fan in my life. Just ask Tori.

eeby deeby - JOHN FUCKING MORRIS Canada - Curling ANY MAN WHO SAYS THINGS LIKE "NUTTED INTO THE CROTCH" WHEN TALKING ABOUT CURLING DESERVES THE DEATH PENALTY ACTUALLY. No picture for him i hate his stupid face.

#ask game #anon #olympics #2022 winter olympics

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honeypirate · 3 years

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Promise?

Master list

Kyotani x f!y/n

A/n: reader is on the softball team, she’s an outfielder and also an amazing pitcher. She’s is the same year as Kyotani. I’m gonna make a part two.

“Oof” you say as you fall to the ground, your papers going everywhere. The boy who accidentally ran into you in the middle of the hallway grunted out a “sorry” and scowled, like he was annoyed with you, before bending down helping you pick up your papers that happened to be your research project for your next class. You kept looking at him the whole time, he was a handsome boy with stripes in his hair and he looks angry as hell.

You’ve never seen him this close up before, you just saw him on the volleyball court from the stands. You always kept your eye on him when you went to games and in the one class you shared. He was a conundrum to you. Someone you couldnt figure out but desperately wanted to, and with a nickname like mad dog it made you wary to just approach him. you quietly thanked the gods, the universe, anyone listening to your thoughts, for this blessing of having you him into you.

“What?” He says and glares at you when he catches you staring, it makes you smile because of how amused you were with him. You both stand and he hands you your papers “you’re a lot less scary up close... and a lot cuter” you say with a chuckle. His eyebrows furrow as the bell rings “see ya around handsome!” You say with a wave over your shoulder as you rush off to your next class.

He stood there, a little shocked, watching you rush off. He didn’t know what it was about you but he knew you were different. You didn’t cower or get afraid of him. In fact he thinks you actually thought he was amusing. And you called him handsome. He thought you were either crazy or perfect. He needed to talk to you again.

The next day in your first class, the one you shared, he came in early and stole the seat of the girl who usually sits next to you. When you walked in and saw him you paused for a second then when he looked up you gave him a smile and a wave as you walked over to him. You knew the girl wouldn’t mind and you sure as hell don’t.

“Hey handsome” you say as you take your bag off your shoulders and sit next to him, turning in your seat to look at him better. “Hey” he says with his usual scowl. “What made you switch seats?” You ask nonchalantly as you get out your notebook and pen. “You” he says and you get butterflies “me huh? I feel awfully special to make the resident so called mad-dog wanna sit next to me” you look into his eyes and wink. His scowl falters for a second and you notice him blush ever so slightly. It brings you so much joy to know you affect him, it gives you a sense of power that excited you. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” He says as he leans towards you “should I be?” You reach out and softly run your fingers through his hair on his stripes. It sends goosebumps and tinges down his spine. “I guess not. But everyone else usually is. I am mad-dog.” He doesn’t move or stop you so you continue to play with his hair.

You notice out of the corner of your eye your friend walk in and when she notices her seat is taken she just laughs when she sees who it is. She knows about your crush. She nods and sits where Kyotani usually does.

“You are Kentaro Kyotani. You are an amazing volleyball player....” you lean in to whisper in his ear “and you are so many other things besides a mad-dog. I can tell you everything I like about you later” The teacher walks in then and you sit straight in your seat, like everything was normal, and get ready to take notes.

After fifteen minutes of lecture the teacher starts a movie pertaining to cell division, something you already understood, so you indulged yourself in looking at the boy next to you. He wasn’t paying attention to the movie he was just doodling in his notebook. You quietly reached over and when he saw your hand he looked up at you and studied your face, your smile and your cute nose, your beautiful eyes, when he looked back to what you were doing he noticed at the top of his page you drew a heart and wrote your phone number down. That small heart on the page made his heart beat wildly. The class ended and you had to rush off to your next class so he didn’t get to talk to you as much as he wanted.

After school ends and your softball practice ends you get your stuff together and head back to the locker rooms when you overhear a couple girls talking “did you hear that mad dog stormed out of practice again? He’s so scary” you were immediately worried. Throwing your backpack over your shoulders you took off running, your softball shoes clacking against the tiled halls. When you find him he’s at his locker with his head against it and he’s radiating anger and frustration.

“Hey handsome” you say softly “what’s wrong?” You put your hand on his shoulder and he whips around to look at you. He looks so mad and scary but his eyes look like he could cry at any moment.

You took his hand and pulled him with you, he followed without hesitation. Out to the empty softball field, then to the few trees beyond the field. It was your secret spot you’d go to calm down after hard days.

“Kyo?” You said softly when you got there. You slipped your bag off letting it fall to the ground and took both of his hands in yours. They were tough and calloused and you couldn’t help but imagining what they’d feel like on your body for a split second before forcing those thoughts away. He looks into your eyes and you see his are filled with unshed tears, although the rest of his expression looks angry you can tell it’s something different.

“It’s just... I’m so...” he takes a deep breath and you reach up and cup his cheek softly before hugging him to you. He melts into you and pulls you to him tight, burying his face in your neck. You can feel his body shake softly as he cries quietly, his hot tears on your shoulder. You rub circles across his back and start to spell out words, you spell out his name, then yours, then you rub hearts instead of circles. When he calms down he places a soft kiss to your shoulder, on the shirt that is wet with tears. He pulls back and you wipe away the tears still on his face softly, smiling reassuringly up at him. “Hey handsome” you say softly and he chuckles, a sweet sound that was extremely rare, a sound you fell in love with, “hey” he says back, his face neutral instead of his normal scowl, his eyes told you he was a little embarrassed. “Are you okay?” You ask and he nods “I just get so frustrated and I don’t know how to handle it sometimes. You have no idea how much this meant to me” he says softly and looks down at your hands in his. You bring his hands to your lips and kiss his knuckles softly “it’s okay to feel frustrated. if you ever need me I’ll be there. Always.” He could cry again, his heart aches, no ones ever been there for him always. people always leave. But he doesn’t want you to. He wants you to be telling the truth. He can’t help but trust in you “promise?” He says and his voice cracks and you pull him into another hug, this time burying your face in his neck “I promise” you whisper and kiss his neck.

You hold hands walking back to the school “do you wanna get some dinner with me?” He asks. Back to his normal scowling angry self and you laugh “yea I really do” you squeeze his hand.

When you get to the girls locker room he quickly pulls you to him “thank you, y/n” he whispers and his lips press into yours softly before he leaves you there, going to change himself. You’re breathless and blushing as you change into your normal clothes. Excited to go to dinner with him tonight.

#kyotani kentaro #kyotani x you #kyotani imagine #hq kyoutani #haikyuu kyoutani #haikyuu imagines #kyoutani kentarou

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missjackil · 3 years

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My 15x20 Opinion (The SPN Finale)

Carry On

It’s taken me a few days to write this, because I’m an emotional wreck. I still cant wrap my head around the fact that the show is over, and in such a permentant way. I’m not exagerating when I say, it feels like someone I love in real life died. In 2001 I lost my best friend since I was 7 (I was 34 at the time) and in 2011 I lost the love of my life, in 2018 I lost my Dad. This feels the same, and as with the others, it has its own unique pain. Personal just to me and how does my ife change because of it. So please forgive me in advance for periods of silence I may have, as well as days where I don’t shut up. This grief is real.

Anyway, about the episode, the first half was wonerful! Domestic Winchesters is one of my favorite things! Dean snuggling Miracle could not get any cuter, and half naked, fresh from the shower Sam couldnt get any hotter! Teeth brushing, bed making, laundry doing *sigh* what more can a fan girl ask for? Oh yeah!! Sam smushing pie in Dean’s face!! God I love these two!

My anxiety built as the boys went on their hunt. I new this would be where shit hit the fan, but I wasn’t prepared for the level of shock I experienced. When the Vamp got Sam down and Dean wasn’t watching, I was sure this would be where Sam gets mortally wounded and we get the epic, emotional death scene, which would surely be followed by Dean going into a rage, losing his shit on the rest of the vamps and getting himself killed in the process, but that’s not how it went. When Dean backed into the rebar I just screamed “NOOOOOOO!! NO NO NO NO!!!” I wasn’t ready for Sam to be the survivor and I was NOT ready for how deeply painful Dean’s death scene would be. Im nowhere near over it yet. I started sobbing, and didn’t stop for the next 2 hours.

Sam’s grief was devistating, I felt all of it. J2 acted their asses off and from what they’d said, they had broken character at times and what we got was real. When Sam got a phone call for a case and he took the dog with him, looked around the bunker and shut all the lights off, I knew he wasnt coming back.

Switch over to Dean in Heaven with Bobby, explaining that Jack fixed it so Heaven is open now, no private worlds, everyone could move around freely. This stung a little bit, thinking it kind of negated Sam and Dean’s Heaven, but it does’t really. The fact that it had been acknowledged that Heaven had been separate worlds, shows me they didn’t forget, and this is why now everyone can be together.

Dean said it was :”almost perfect” and Bobby knew why and said “He’ll be along” knowing Dean wont truly be happy without Sam. Then Dean took a drive in Baby, he didn’t go see mom and dad, he didnt go find Cas, he went to a bridge to wait patiently for Sam.

Now we flash back over to Sam. When I saw him with a kid, my heart sunk. They’re gonna ruin what was absolutey beautiful so far by Sam living a happy life with Eileen and their kid!! But, that’s not really how it was, was it? There was no emphisis at all on Eileen or even if it was her he ended up with, or even how much a part of Sam and Dean Jr’s life she was. It was always just Sam and Dean Jr. When elder Sam went in the garage and uncovered Baby and just sat in her and cried, I knew he may be happy with his boy but his life is empty without his brother. 15, 20 years later, Sam still grieves. Finally, Sam is an old man, bed ridden and on machines, still wearing Dean’s watch, and he sheds one last tear as Dean Jr lets him go.

Ok to me, Sam didn’t get “A long happy normal life” after Dean died. Sam existed because he promised Dean he would, but he was miserable without him. What’s that line from Red Meat we all love? “After everything we survived together, I watched the man I love die. There’s no normal after that” So, this to me was no slap in the Winchester face, this is poor Sam suffering from 6 mos old till the moment he died as a sick old man.

Flash back over to Dean. still waiting on that bridge and without even turning around, a smile spreads accross his face ... he’s finally here! “Hiya Sam” and there he is, just the way Dean remembered him, not a sick old man. Sam smiles and just says “Dean” and we have the best and happiest brohug ever!! The break and walk to the rail to look out over Heaven. Dean’s arm atill around Sam, he looks at him with such adoration. and his expression couldn’t be mistaken for anything else besides “Now, it’s perfect” and my boys are together safe and at peace for eternity.....The End.

This finale wasn;t what I wanted per se, though I ultimately wanted the boys together in the end and I got that, so I am abundantly grateful, knowing how many BAD ways this could have gone. Ultimately I would have liked an end like the end of 15x19, where theyre alive to fight another day and drive into the sunset, or to retire and have their toes in the sand somewhere. Or even drive off a cliff together, hand in hand, but I wouldnt have gotten than raw excruciating display of pure unbreakable love. “I love you so much... my little brother” is the best thing Ive ever heard. Their heads pressed together was the most touching thing Ive ever seen. So Im grateful.

After gnawing on it, thinking, and allowing some time to pass, Im gonna say I loved the ending. It wasn’t perfect but Im satisfied. It took a long time to get to “Now it’s perfect” which I will take with me as the last words of the show (even though they technically were never spoken) but it was worth the journey.

So on a scale of Bloodlines to Lebanon, Ill give Carry on a 10. Thank you Dabb for drowning me in bro love, and thank you J2 for kicking it in the ass and pouring your heart and souls into it.

Rest in Peace boys. I love you both so very much.💔😭💕

#SPN Finale spoilers #15x20 #my opinion #i miss you so much #come back soon please #im not okay

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goatpaste · 4 years

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opinions on. fack it. all da fo4 companions.

Ough

Its been dhsjjf a few years since I touched f4 and still haven't finished it so I straight up had to look up the list

I have over 120+ hours in that game and I still haven't met nick valentine properly

Preston Garvey: 10/10

The most perfect man!!! My 120 hours of game play have been lovingly traveling and building settlements with my husband preston Garvey.

I love him very very much and the way the Fandom and game treated him was a fucking crime. The fact that everyone reduced him to that one meme sucks because then NO ONE talked about his very nice in depth character thats really compelling and sweet. Then the game itself should known better than to make your fucking companion the minuteman quest giver! Or at least change how it worked! Or just give to a minuteman at the castle so you would have a reason to go there after the quest

Not to mention how fucking scummy the nuka cola dlc is to him with making him one of the biggest victims to what you have to do to play that dlc

Hancock: 9/10

Big fan I think he's very very funny and also my husband. Its very fun to have mods that let me travel with both him and preston. They don't psychically talk to each other but their general comments are very funny to hear next to each other.

But hancock a good man I care him and his whole like outlook and deal.

Sometimes I feel his story is a lil idk I think there's more personal shit we could do with him. But again its been a few years so I maybe im misremembering

Cait: 6/10

Iv never traveled with cait myself and she's probably one of the companions i know the least about

But from what I do know

Shes my daughter and love to fight and I love that

BuT iv heard some like mixed opinions on how caits drug addiction is written and yeah iv heard mostly its kinda not great!

But I care her shes my daughter a solid 7/10!

Codsworth: 4.5/10

truely no offence to codsworth, but i really just dont care djgh about him. like no reaL strong opinions. and this comes from me! someone who had a bIG robot interest!

i think codsworth is my friend but more or less just kinda blends into the background for me so much i forget he’s a companion

Curie: 4/10

i also havent traveled or even met curie this is based again on what i know from reading about her

but man fallout 4 sure said were gonna have some real fun robots in the mechanist DLC but all the main story robots are gonna be just not that good

and curie, man i really really dont like her becoming a totally human looking synth. idk her whole deal with doing that but djksg i hate it become i like robot not human skin waman.

curie seems like she could be a friend but just weird tiddy boob robot horny

Paladin Danse: 3/10

i rEALLY dont get the hype on Danse. i SEE where danse can be a lot more interesting but its not actually there as far as i know. again iv met danse but didnt travel with him because i didnt care about BOS stuff but i know with f4 you kinda have to do that

the other half of danse stans i see just think he’s hot buT LIKE he loOKS like the generic fallout 4 man model! there cuter men in fo4 Danse just looks like the base player character when you start the game. he looks like sturges and every other man

i do not care about him

i care more about the rest of the BOS if they were written how I wanted them to be written

Deacon: 6/10

iv never met or traveled with deacon, he is probably one of the companions i know the least about in Fo4

he seems fine, i realLY dont have a feel for his character to give a solid opinion beyond im glad he seems like a goober and like a good person. aND his disguise shit is a very fun game mechanic i do love that and wish id known about it sooner i went so many places he apparently is without knowing he does that

Dogmeat: 10/10

thats a good boy!

Maccready: 8/10

i havent traveled with maccready but im an avid Fo3 lover so i know his deal p well. i love him that is mY SON

i kill for Fo4 to have more intertwining Fo3 characters for a lot of reasons but im happy Maccready is there he is my terrible son who is grounded grounded grounded

as far as i can tell tho like his character seems so contained to Fo4 and almost feels like they dont want any Fo3 characters who were put in Fo4 to ?? like acKNowledge the Fo3 events?? its so weird to me

Piper Wright: 4/10

this is probably a huge unpopular opinion but i sdjkgh dont care for piper. she seems like a good person and everything but i think she is kinda a lot to deal with sjkgh. she just kinda isnt in my wheel house of like characters i enjoy!

also i literally have no idea what her companion quest is beyond how weirdly interested she is in the player character. i couldnt guess what her companion quest is to save my life, i havent traveled with her but i also like feel iv heard NO one talk about her goals and only that shit she mentions having done sounds p neat, wish i could be there

Strong: 6/10

not bad, i like strong he is my friend. but also i very much see the big issues that come with the bad super mutant writing

and i was spoiled with Fawkes and Lily i just love them so much and it just feels like Strong took the most obvious and boring route with a super mutant companion

X6: 6/10

have not met or traveled with X6 and i have heard a loT of like differing opinions on him

i like him! i think he seems sweet and i like the potential he could be

but he isnt! his character story and writing is just bad because the institute writing is so bad

Ada: 10/10

I LOVE YOU MISS ADA! underrated companion. i know she is a dlc companion but i actually like the mechanist DLC and ada is a sweetheart she is my friend

Porter Gage: 1/10

listen, i havent played nuka world and really dont have full interest in it so im limited to fan interpretations of gage and what i know from the wiki and ect

but he seems like?? a shit head?? like just another raider bastard? like not even a complex multi dimensional raider with opinions, he just seems to be a raider? idk what im missing but i dont get the hype and why i see more art of him drawn than of preston garvey :///

and im not gonna do longfellow because im gonna be real cheif, no idea. i couldnt even start to know shit about him

#goat chatter

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kiwisfics · 5 years

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[Nova and Hancock/Nick]

Stares were something Nova was used to.

Not only was she nearly always accompanied by either a ghoul or synth - many times, both - but she plodded around with a deathclaw too.

Stares and muttering didn't bother her anymore, however, having her boys refused food and drink in one of her own settlements burned her up.

Nova's feet rested on Nick's lap, boots discarded under the table, as they waited for Hancock to return from purchasing a new shotgun.

"This settlement is getting pretty large."

Nova hummed in response to Nick's comment. He was right. She knew settlements tended to grow larger in between her visits, but something was bothering her. Her feet fell from Nick's lap as she stuffed them into her boots.

Hancock, looking disgruntled and having his face covered with a mask, returned. He clearly hadm't purchased a shotgun. "Sunshine, is it just me or is it lookin' a little smooth around here?"

"Yeah," Nova huffed out her agreement as she roughly zipped her boots, "I noticed." She doubted the bartender would recognize her - he was a fresh face - but she still wasn't risking a sugarcoating of what was clearly going on if he did recognize her. "Can I borrow that mask? Anyone messes with ya I'll handle 'em."

As Hancock handed her the mask, Nick chided her, "Be careful, Nova, they won't respect you if they don't know who you are."

Her shoulders were already tensed, anger rolling off of her in waves. "I will, but they clearly need to be reminded of Minutemen morals."

She sauntered to the bar, gaining the attention of its tender quickly as she hopped onto a stool. His eyes darted to her clevage, exposed by the unbuttoned plaid shirt and tank top she was wearing, before he gave her a smug grin.

"What can I do for you?"

The mask covered only her mouth and nose, her eyes perfectly visible as her steely gaze focused on the man. "I couldn't help but notice there's no ghouls wandering around. There any reason for that?"

The bartender laughed, though Nova's expression remained steadfast, "No ghouls here, you don't have to worry your pretty little head," Nova's jaw clenched, teeth gritting painfully, she did not like that, "the Minutemen don't check in often and when they do, they don't question the lack of ghouls. Its all the same to us, rather not have those-"

Before he could finished Nova had pulled down the mask and grabbed a hold of the man's shirt, "Who's grand idea was this?" The man stuttered, clearly recognizing her - must have been the scars.

"Uh, Norman, his name's Norman Slae. He put himself in charge as soon as he arrived. He's very convincing."

Nova shoved him back, fully instending on giving him a tongue lashing, but Hancock's voice caught her attention before she got the chance.

Fury burned in her at the sight of people surrounding her companions and attempting to force them out.

There was no hesitation when she grabbed and threw a full bottle of wine against the wall, barely missing some of the setters heads. "Everyone, step back!" the words were practically a snarl, rage running through her veins stronger than a stimpak, "How dare any of you go against the code of inviting every settler in need into this settlement," her voice was powerful, booming off of the walls as she stood straight, her height doing nothing to lessen her intimidation.

She paused, voice even stronger and louder when next she spoke, "Let alone trying to force the general of the Minutemen's closest companions out!"

"Alright, alright, everyone settle down."

The stillness that flooded the room was constricting, deafening silence following the voice and the murderous glare given to the speaker.

"Nova!"

Of course it was Norman.

She knew the rat would be trouble from the moment she'd met him.

He'd looked at her like a piece of meat and he hadn't been shy about sharing his attraction while disregarding her companions. She'd given him a bloody lip when he said Nick needed to be thrown in a scrap pile. She'd do worse this time. This went too far.

"Is that deathclaw outside the gate Lady? Hardly even recognize her. Has to be yours though. No one else in this settlement is mentally challenged enough to travel with something that ugly," he glanced in Nick and Hancock's direction, "still a lot cuter than the other things you travel with."

She heard the muffled "oh no" leave Nick's lips before she charged, done seething and ready to give this poor excuse of a man what he'd earned.

Nova was Intimidating when she was angry, but the settlers - even settlers from before Norman's arrival - had never seen her attack, least of all without her weapons.

Norman was surprised. A punch was nothing compared to the animalistic way she attacked now.

Fury continued to bubble within her as her body went into autopilot. Her eyes were blurred. Her fists stung as she slammed them into his face with all the brutality she'd learned from the Commonwealth.

The taste of her own blood filled her mouth as he managed to get a good shot in.

A sound, nothing short of a growl, escaped her as she brought her nails across his face.

When Norman kicked her off she was quickly restrained, Nick's voice calming her as he held her back. "That's enough. You've done enough."

She relaxed against Nick, spitting out blood as she watched Norman get to his feet. Anger burned his own eyes as he pulled a dagger from a sheath on his belt.

"Good synth, hold her while I gut her," Nick let go the moment he spoke, but she didn't attack, lest she go running straight into that blade, "Its about time the Minutemen got a better leader. One that ain't sleeping around with monsters and trash heaps."

She snarled, "C'mon then! I'll show you why I'm the general."

He charged.

Before he could reach her, he was stopped. The dagger fell from his fist.

Hancock pulled his blade from the man's torso, the same knife he'd used on Finn all those months ago. It wasn't a killing blow. "You have about twenty seconds before this exile turns into an execution."

Norman was already slinking away, holding the hole in his side, "If I ever see your face in one of my settlements again, the only monster is going to be me and the only trash heap is will be the one your corpse is dumped in."

Days had passed since the dramatic confrontation. Nova had made herself at home for an extended stay at the settlement. She was going to ensure that what happened when last she left had no chance of happening again, even if that meant forcefully removing every person who spoke against ghouls or synths.

Nova stood on a rickety balcony, taking a break from her repair of the pre-war perch, humming a song as Lady peaked up at her. The creaking of the door caught her attention.

"Would you look at that? I almost forgot you knew how to repair anything other than weapons." Hancock's subtle jab wasn't missed, and he earned himself a playful glare.

"It has been a little while since I took a break, hasn't it?"

"Try long," Nick stuck his head out of the door, "you know, you cant make everything perfect."

"I can watch out for my settlements. Keep men like Norman from hurting more people," it wasn't the first time they had had this conversation. They thought she should care more about herself, but, to her, caring for herself only brought to light her past and flaws. The fact that she was a broken and scarred specimen of a human being, who couldn't protect her son and couldnt even feel desire for what others did. Why shouldn't she spend that time caring for others?

"You're never going to be able to protect everyone, sunshine. And no matter how much I love seeing you give your all to fight scum like that, you need to relax." Hancock lightly poked the angry bruise on her face, "Any better?"

"Yeah. Still got a huge cut inside though." Her answer lead to a loaded pause, hesitation clear in her demeanor.

"What if- what if I can't relax?" Nick and Hancock glanced at each other, worry shining in their eyes as they waited for her to continue. "I just... When I try to stop I just remember everything. I remember that I never got to see my little boy grow up, that I'll never see my family again, that I'm-" she stopped.

They hated when she said she was broken. In Nick's words, "humans can't be defective, they're not products." And in Hancock's she was "perfect." But still, she didnt understand the lack of desire that came so easily for others.

"I'm broken. If not that I'm different. And what the point in me even falling in love if I don't care about sex? I should just-" Hancock's lips pressed against her own, cutting off her self deprecating words.

Her arms immediately wrapped around him, pulling herself against his body and tilting her head back so he could straighten. A disgruntled whine escaped her as he pulled away but Nick quickly pulled her to him, pushing his hat onto her head as he did.

When he pulled away, Nova was sufficiently breathless, and had a giddy smile on her face.

"You are not broken."

She didnt know if she believed it completely, but she knew she loved them, and she finally realized - as her father's words echoed in her mind - love had so much more to it than something as physical as sex.

And, if she was the only person in this world to fall in love with a ghoul and synth, and if she was the only person in the world to see value in each life, even that of a deathclaw, she was alright with that. Because her family was more than alright with that.

#john hancock #john hancock x sole #hancock x sole #hancock x sole survivor #nick valentine #nick valentine x sole survivor

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houseki-no-suffering · 5 years

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I JUST READED THE CHAPTER!!! and this is LITERALY the only two thins that I could thing in the mos part of it: 1) They all look so cute now 2)....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! *silent screams since my family was near

Now, this is by FAR the best chapter in the whole series (in my always not humble opinion), we got SO MUCH information, and seeing that you will probably elaborate it a lot I have some questions/observations

I KNOW IT’S LATE BUT PLS LET ME SCREECH IN SILENT UNISON WITH YOU CAUSE AAAAAHHHHHHH

also yes i was supposed to elaborate on stuff and i have two pages of notes but uni got in the way asdfggh keeping me from living up to my nerd name

alright, let’s go by order. I broke down your message in separate parts so we can scream a little more:

1) I couldnt fully understand what Achemea said with “Seek your best life based on your current circumstances"

There are two explanations i think. On one hand, he’s acknowledging that the lustrous are unhappy. He knows that living forever doesn’t necessarily bring happiness and he knows that Phos and the other lustrous arent satisfied with their current life. I’d say he’s offering Phos his sympathy.

On the other hand, Aechmea might be apologetic. He’s perfectly aware that the reason the Lustrous live a shitty life is lunarians’ fault. And he knows that, when the lunarians disappear, the gems will face a deep existential crisis, cause their society revolves around the moon people.

3)Are those the shells of all the admirabilis that have died since the ruler?

Yes, they seem to be shells of deceased admirabilis. Barbata is probably working on restoring gem dust from them

4)Barbata its the best buddy just after cicada, but hell, he just gave up when Achemea said Pasta

can you blame him tho??

2) Cairgorm looks so cute here! (They all do actually) 5)I keep saying that I LOVE how Cairgorm looks here, they looks so tiny and cute (which make a little more weird their relationship but at this point I dont even care anymore)

they’re so CUTE ys, too bad they have this rotten ideas about disappearing.

ALSO, one thing i noticed is that Cairn’s outfit now that they’re ‘married’ is way less revealing. Does this say something about Aechmea’s jealousy?

6)Is it me or Haruko Ichikawa got better at their design? they all look either cuter or more aesthetic.

she has def grown a lot as an artist since the beginning of the manga. These pebbles were already adorable in chap 1, now she somehow managed to make everyone 10 times more handsome, cute and sad.

I wonder if beauty in HnK is directly proportional to pain.

7)I dont have any comments at all about the admirabilis,Yet the backstory was od,and Phos suddenly remembering her

YES ruddy-rutile has a great meta about it, where they explain why Aechmea’s version doesnt hold up, i think i reblogged it a few hours ago

8)"I’ll pray for your success” I dont know why but that hit me Hard

Same. Especially when you consider that when Phos first came to the moon Aechmea said he’s tired of praying. Prayer doesnt mean anything anymore to him.

So how confident is Aechmea that Phos’ll succeed, really?

9)“A moron could understand this!” Phos, you narcissistic yet emo dumb 10)The scene in the airship completely ALONE was gold!!, SOMEONE GIVE THEM A HUG!! 11) And that f*cking pic of young dumb and healthy Phos!… Oh my I need a moment to understand and appreciate every single page of this chapter

THIS!! Please. please hug them. someone, anyone, please hug them and shower them with the love and appreciation and acceptance they deserve. Why do they always have to suffer like this? ;-;

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #meta #kinda #samurai-72

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gracedandelioninkmind · 5 years

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Since it's pride month

For most of my time at school betweeb last september and febrary I had a crush on this girl. And you see Id been working through how feelings and sexuality work for me ever since the end of high school, because id been realizing that id never been actively interested in kissing or anything intimate with anyone. Id had plenty of what I call Sparks of Interests, where I just enjoyed looking at someone, talking to them, but more and in a different way than normally for friends. But all of those Interests were towards guys. I loved talling to my friends about guys and hypotheticals about them. I always envisioned myself in a man and woman couple and I loved that opposites pairing in every romance. But I wouldnt say that the ppssibility that I could be interested in girls hadnt crossed my mind. It didnt when I was little, and it didnt in middle school when I told girls that I didnt like boys, because they were stupid, and someoen asked if I was a lesbian. But in high school there was this awesome chick that transferred into our school. I woulsnt say I was overtly attracted to her, I certainly never had any fantasies about her, but I just thought she was so cool and I definitely wanted her to like me and to be friends eith her. Her twin brother was cool too. Oh oh and dont let me forget that one year I was apart of the schools journalism program and some of us were sitting around the classroom and I suddenly giggled at something I was reading, and this one nice tomboy girl was like omygod was that you that was the most adorable sound. I was so flustered, i will never forget that compliment.

But still i was straight. I fantasized about m/f relationships, not necessarily involving me because I cant often envision myself eith just anyone. I just think that romance is fascinating and enthralling and sometimes lots of things can be interesting.

And then I was reading a fanfic, and the girl was asexual, and Id been thinking about asexuality as an explanation for why I just didnt think i wanted to be sexual with anyone id ever met. But it didnt feel quite right because I know i mustve felt some attraction to some guys before, and definitely felt attraction to actors and such.

And then my friend gave me the term Gray Asexuality to research. Have you ever been putting together a puzzle and u put a piece in place, and it looks right and the picture doesnt seem to be wrong--but then you find another piece that looks so similar and you try it instead and it fits so much better, not loose or jammed. That was my feeling finding out that there was this complexity to sexuality and romance to explain why things just always feel so subtle for me. To explain why I can crave love but I really very often find that the very idea of kissing and sex is just awkward and weird to imagine for myself. It explained part of why my one week relationship fell through. Id had a crush on the guy since first meeting him at the start if the school year, and i had been so excited when he asked me out, and it was fun to hold hands and hug. But i hadnt wanted to kiss him, and it had bene so annoying when my friend told me i should kiss him, even just on the cheek. It just hadnt felt like there was a very big difference between my friendship with him and dating him.

So i got to thinking over all of my feelings towards all sorts of people. And if my sexuality and attraction was as rare and subdued as all that towards men, then I felt that maybe I hadnt wuite recognized any feelings id had towards girls.

And after discovering the asexual spectrum, i finally had some very interesting dreams, the likes of which id never had before turning 18 let me tell you. And they didnt only focus on men anymore.

And then i was in my second year at college, and i hadnt had many more dreams, and i hadnt found any real crushes my first year. But my second year i started working at the library, and one day this cute asian girl came through with a polite hello as she passed the front desk where i sat politely greeting everyone for my first week. I found myself memorizing her immediately. I would hope to catch her eye, catch a hello, a goodbye. I found myself glancing over to ehere she sat if she was in sight. And when she came to check out dvds i memorized her name immediately, all the more because id seen it on a study desk while doing rounds. See i hadnt knoem that if someone leaves something at their desk ee leave it alonenso id taken the open umbrella doem to the front desk and asked my coworkers and they said to put it back so i remembered the namr on the desk and returned it. So when i saw this cute girls name and recognized it from that desk, it almsot felt like fate. But that was silly. And i only thought she seemed nice and she was cute. That was all.

But then i was trying to capture her likeness on paper, ehich didnt go well those first few sketches because i hadnt gotten any good looks at her face. And after finding out her name I suddenly heard it cropping up elsewhere, and i was talking to my friends about her. My friends did not agree that i wasnt crushing. I insisted that i just wanted to get to know her was all. And then one day at lunch a new friend id made in class invited me to sit with her and her friends, and she mentioned an Eliza. Boy the anticipation, the excitement, the shy feelings, and the satisfaction when the very same girl sat with us.

Then that same friend invited me to a movie night at her dorm lounge with her friends, and when i asked who all would be there, anyone i know, she said maybe. I wondered to myself if She would be there. When i got into the dorm, lost and unfamiliar with the halls, waiting for my friend to come find me, I suddenly heard teo voices from upstairs. I knew one was my new friend, and with joy i recognized the other as Her. As it turned out She was the only other friend to join us. We 3 spent the night watching black panther and history of japan, getting to know each other, and I painted Her nails. It was different touching her hands then itd ever been with another girl. I found myself hoping for something. I hoped at least that she would like me as a person and wed be friends.

Every interaction after was a treasure for me. Moments we happened to be alone, when she offered to keep me company at lonely meals, when we had a big kdrama hangout and she did my hair, etc etc.

I had to acknowledge that it was crush of course. I told my closest friends about it.

And one day this crazy thing happened. I was sitting with Her and our friend and the two of us apart from Her were discussing dating apps and whatnot. And She asked why was i even concerned eith that stuff anyways. Id been thinking by then that she might be aspec because she never threw in her oen teo cents about interest in relationships whrn we discussed these things. I explained that i just wanted to try dating. I hadnt ever been on a real date.

While our friend was continuing with another topic, i heard Her say that She could take me on a date. My mind caught on it, but the topic had changed, and I felt that it couldnt have been serious. And so i gushed and whined about it to my friends. But the next day I brought it up as a joke with our group of friends, and she acknowledged that shed said it. Our friends supported it, because why not. Theres such a thing as a friendly joke date. I kind of messed it up i think though because when it was jsut us parting ways after brunch, she said she was going downtown, and i said That couldve been our date. And she agreed and invited me along. I wish id been dressed cuter. But it was fine, and it was a nice enough date, though i dont think she had any experience or interedt in how dates usually worked--it wasnt a serious date anyways, so i wouldnt get my hopes up. I wouldnt be invested. But wr passed a friend of hers, another cute girl maybe smaller than me, and She told her that we were on a date. That felt significant.

The next day i brought up that wed gone on the date to my group of friends, with Her sitting next to me. And she became so awkward, and after my friends congratulated us, she told me It wasnt a real date. On the outside i played it off casually saying Listen do you know how excited friends get about dates let me have this. On the inside i was so disappointed and heartbroken and a bit defensively angry with her. I announced to the table that she wasnt to make sure everyone knew it wasnt a real date. What i was really saying was hey friends she just crushed my heart.

But we were still friends. And after a while i got okay again. She hadnt even noticed anything had gone wrong.

At some point I told that first mutual friend about my crush on Her. Id been withholding eho my crush was on from her for a while and she hadnt even guessed Her. But when I told her she said everything made sense.

And then she set us up for a valentines day date. I couldnt believe it. She jsut randomly messaged me Would u want Her to be ur valentines date. And i was like Id appreciate any date tbh but yeah id like to go on a date with Her. And apparently She just agreed. I couldnt tell you why she did any of the things she did. But i can tell you that thru some conversations it became clear that my hypothesis was likely accurate. She didnt understand dates, she didnt see the difference beteren friend date and real date. This was just this nice outing with a friend. Part of me was okay with that, because i did simply enjoy Her. But another part of me felt unfulfilled and sad. But we had a nice date anyways. I learned even mroe about her and she made me this oittle clay blueberry because i would sometimes just pick out a blueberry at the dining hall and admire its beauty. It was a very nice date and i got to dress up cute for someone. I didnt let myself hope for much.

And then i was talking to more of our mutual friends about crushing on Her, and someone told me that shed asked Her out before and that her response had been something along the lines of not being interested like that. We all agreed that She likely just doesnt have any interest in romance or whatnot.

And so i began burying it away. My mourning period passed. She graduated, and its all over. My first ever crush on a non-man. It had been nice.

Btw her ringtone in my phone was Mindy Gledhill's I Do Adore.

#gray asexual #personal experience #asexual spectrum #bisexual #pansexual

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VII-3: Oh, Marcel AU (part III)

Also called: The Marcel Smut (Read part one here || read part two here )

Shout out to @legend-waitforit-harry and @harryysutequila for being absolute dolls when it comes to Marcel. And also thank you to the latter for beta reading :) te quiero.

ALSO THIS IS 6K WORDS LONG UHHH SORRY?

Prompt: Harry, pitifully called Marcel as a sour joke, is a nice, young, straight-A student, with a bully that hates him on a personal level and he now knows why, and what he thinks is an unattainable crush on his bully’s ex, who he’s started to tutor and befriend and get impossibly closer, specially after they both decide to get tattoos, igniting a new spark in her, and a slight confession of his lust.

In which Harry and Y/N get closer over chemistry, bruises, stories of her past with Jonathan, tattoos, and Harry’s slight pain kink.

When y/n met Jonathan, they were young – or at least younger – and they got along fairly well from the first moment. By the time Jonathan asked her out on a date they were somewhat friends and the looming fear that accompanied deciding what college to go to was over every senior’s head, but they gave it a shot nonetheless. It would be like a last refreshing adventure before the typical “spreading your wings and flying” that every adult assured them college would be. They made a cute couple, him in the football team and her being the student council president and overall nice girl, and contrary to anyone’s belief that they would split up before college, they got to stay together after realising they had chosen the same university. It was like a sign from heavens.

Until it wasn’t.

Y/N didn’t get to tell the story in full to Harry that night. She had started way back, and much to Harry’s heartache, Jonathan sounded like a very nice boyfriend from what y/n did get to say before Tommy, one of the monitors, came knocking announcing girls were no longer allowed in the boy’s quarters for the day. Tommy was the more strict monitor, the one that stayed until the girls left, so y/n was forced to pick up her things and leave with the promise that they’d get together to study in the library the following day, and she could tell him the rest of her story, but it was too late, Harry already had a peek and interest for what could y/n have possibly meant that it was her fault, and he couldn’t catch much sleep afterwards.

He wanted and hoped that he would get the rest of the story straight from her lips, and not from another shove by Jonathan, but life wasn’t fair to ‘Little Marcel’ these past few days, and so a shove is what he got. He came face to face with Jonathan in the middle of a somewhat empty parking lot in campus, terrible mistake for Harry to walk that zone alone, for Jonathan jumped like animal after its prey and caught him off guard. Harry’s fists tingled, he wasn’t back into the whole boxing thing enough just yet to square up a good punch back to Jonathan, but the latter was surprised when Harry seemed angry and grabbed his shirt collar the same way he had his in his hands, nostrils flaring. Harry was angry. Not a lot of sleep, the suspense of a story keeping him on edge, and overall being fed up with Jonathan’s antics had been the perfect formula for Harry’s sudden courage flare.

“Oh, want to fight back, don’t we?” Jonathan almost spat in his face, shoving him against a wall in his tight hold. Harry shuffled, trying to break loose from his grip and get the upper hand by pushing him away, but he struggled. His mind wasn’t into it. He was annoyed that all he knew of the story consisted in this… this beast being an actual decent boyfriend and he can’t even wrap his head around how that could have been a thing, ever. This man once treated the girl he likes really well, and it angered him that the prospect of him ever being anything but wonderful to her was going to be hidden somewhere in the ending of the tale he was going to get in a few hours. It just didn’t settle right and Harry wanted nothing more than to punch him, even if just for the doubts of whether or not he’d hurt y/n in any way. But all Harry could manage was to remember his breathing exercises from all those years he accompanied his sister to yoga, and strike right where he wanted the most. “Why, Jonathan?” The phrase caught the tall strong man off guard, allowing Harry to push back and get a better grip at him. “Why do you hate me?”

In all the time Harry’s unpleasantly known Jonathan, he’s not sure he’s seen him with the expression on his face the question triggered. A mixture between anger, regret, and something close to pity or sadness, he couldn’t tell. Specifically towards what, he’ll probably never know, but whatever it was didn’t stop Jonathan from taking in a short breath and change his look to only anger, as he thrusted Harry’s body back against the wall, scraping the backs of his shoulders with the rough material, surely leaving cuts and scratches. Harry waited for a punch in the middle of his weakened grip due to the burning sensation of his skin scratching open against a wall, but Jonathan let go, leaving him to squirm in pain, and walked away, not before spitting his way and murmuring through gritted teeth. “You took her from me”

In his dreams Harry had y/n’s hands over his body in more ways than one, and certainly after the last incident with Jonathan she had been very handsy when making sure his bruises didn’t get any worse. But this was a whole new level. Even with the hovering tension of a heavy story left unfinished, Harry was sat on y/n’s bed not long after she’d ran into him following his encounter with Jonathan, shirtless and hissing every time whatever she was using to clean his cuts touched his open skin, and trying to make his hormones calm down. Focus on something else, he kept thinking to himself. Focus on anything other than her hands touching your skin, the slight pleasure that spurts from the pinching pain, or how naked you feel in front of her. Focus on anything else. He’d mentioned how Jonathan reacted when he asked him… the thing and y/n’s eyes immediately welled up with angry tears. “Harry…” she started in a whisper, making goosebumps raise on Harry’s skin where her breath hit. She was kneeled behind him, cleaning off little rocks and blood from the cuts. He knew what her tone meant, she was about to say how sorry she was for Jonathan’s doings, once again. “Don’t… Let’s just… ignore that” he sighs, fixing his glasses on his nose and taking a sideways glimpse at her frown that somehow made her impossibly cuter. It was a wonder to see how her cheeks only got prettier every time he saw her. “No, let’s not…” she grabbed his arms making him turn slightly on her bed to face her fully, breath caught in his throat from how close she was. “This is my fault too” “Y/N-” “Listen to me” her stern tone surprised him. The story she had to finish telling him sat at the tip of her tongue and she decided to get it over with and rip it like a band-aid. Part of her was scared her theory was true and with it that Harry would also think it was her fault and hate her for something she didn’t know how to control anymore.

In short, the story was more of a theory, and Harry was glad when she started with that. She breezed through the details of how Jonathan was always more the type to solve issues with punches, but thankfully it never came to it much, since he had football to throw his problems in. As he played with his frames on his face, Harry found none of that hard to believe, from however long he’s known Jonathan there was no way all that anger came just because, and he figured it’d be a helpful thing for the sport to some level. Surprising even to himself, Harry found it in him to feel happy for the Jonathan y/n was talking about. He seemed aware and had some sort of coping mechanism that worked.

The whole ordeal wasn’t as bad but still his parents and y/n worried he would carry the anger from a game to outside the field, and she tried to stick around and help, even made sure his coach always talked to him as if they had small therapy sessions before any game, to keep him in check. Harry understood completely, settling more comfortably on her mattress in eagerness to hear the rest.

The same way they seemed to have a good relationship, until it wasn’t, Jonathan was coping great with his slight anger problem, until he wasn’t. College rolled around and his scores weren’t good, he scored a good deal that soon went away because of his and causing him to be ineligible for a sports team, and to top it all off, Jonathan closed off, saying he didn’t need anyone to talk to, he just wanted to play, but couldnt, and it wasn’t that y/n didn’t think he’d get any better or his grades could come up and he could try again, it was more so that Jonathan didn’t want to get any better or didn’t think there was anything wrong in the first place.

Before she knew it, it felt like they had both given up, like they were together because it was there, and not because they felt anything. Jonathan started doing things and acting certain ways that would only push her away. He’d never talk to her about his day, and he had started bullying random kids for random reasons whenever he was more irritable than the previous day, and no matter how hard y/n tried, Jonathan didn’t want anyone to battle this with, and that was obvious.

Harry was afraid to ask if he’d ever hurt y/n in any way, and she could see it in his eyes that he worried. “I was fine. It’s nothing like that” she whispered and Harry’s sigh of relief was plenty audible. “He just… It wasn’t Jonathan anymore…” Harry nodded, understanding that to her he’d become the exact opposite of what she once knew.

Y/n met Harry at around the same time her and Jonathan were at their worst. Harry was nice, he seemed smart and she could remember that Harry made her laugh the first day of chemistry class, saying it back to him, not knowing that Harry could never forget that the gorgeous girl that had randomly sat next to him was giving him her attention and he’d made her laugh the prettiest laugh he’d ever heard. He cleared his throat and nodded. “I remember” he added smoothly. “Yeah” she blushed slightly, clearing her throat as well. Harry didn’t know but y/n couldn’t forget that either, not because she thought anything of Harry in the same way he thought of her that first day, but because that one joke was the only good thing she experienced that day. Not long after, she found out that Harry was one of those random kids her boyfriend bullied, and something inside her bubbled over. It was the last straw. She liked Harry, and she could see them being friends, and so she confronted Jonathan about it.

It didn’t go well.

Harry confidently placed a hand on her hand, not knowing where the courage had poured in from, but riding it for as long as he could. Y/n look tired remembering every detail and playing it back like a movie for him to get a glance at. All he could do was remind her he was there, and that she could stop and take a second if she needed one. But alas, she pushed through, and there it came, her brilliant theory.

She had defended Harry, and every guy Jonathan bullied, but Harry specifically because it was a face she now knew. It was a face she wanted to see more of, and preferably not bruised. She was tired of her boyfriend’s antics, of him not wanting help or acting like nothing was out of place, and trying to justify all his horrible actions with excuses that were empty. She was exhausted, and that night she ended it. Jonathan was shocked, as if all the anger he carried didn’t let him see that he was doing something wrong. And as y/n walked away and he refused, all he could see was anger and a face. Harry’s. “I think that’s w-why…” “That’s why he said I ‘took you’ from him” “Yes and I feel so guilty. I feel like he’s doing this to you more than anyone else because of me”

Tears threatened to fall down y/n’s cheeks and Harry sighed, taking both her hands in his and facing her fully. He didn’t think this was her fault. In fact after knowing the full story he didn’t really care for someone to blame. Even if there was some truth to her theory, Harry could never blame her for anything that was happening. Jonathan needed an excuse, and it turned out to be Harry, but that only meant Jonathan needed the help he was refusing to get, he needed closure, and that was it. To Harry it didn’t mean y/n had done anything wrong. And so he told her.

Harry removed his glasses and focused on her, making her look him in the eye. Her cheeks were puffy and her eyes were sad, something Harry never wanted to see on her. He gave her a comforting smile. “None of this is your fault.” “But-” “Shh, it’s not. I know the whole story now and I don’t blame you for anything, okay?” he concluded, figuring she needed to hear those words come from him. She needed to hear she was innocent from his mouth, and maybe she could start to believe it. Her arms wrapped around Harry’s figure without a warning, and this time Harry hugged back after shrugging off the surprise. He rubbed comforting circles on her back and whispered “it’s okay” to her ear for as long as they kept each other close.

Harry didn’t know what he would do about Jonathan, but he didn’t care. He hoped that now that he knew he could find a way to slowly talk to him, or gently get him and y/n to speak, or whatever it took so that Jonathan could find the help he needed. He didn’t know what the next move was, but he decided that starting with y/n and their friendship came at number one for now. He decided there was no use in plotting some master plan or causing himself or y/n a headache with more of this talk that made her uncomfortable. He wanted everything to go back to its normal state, and with time, whenever the Jonathan bridge came, they’d cross it.

Pulling apart they smiled at each other. The electricity in the air hard for Harry to ignore, but he kept his distance, instead of following his tingling instinct and closing his mouth on hers, no matter how much he wanted to.

“So… chemistry?” he asked, finding the relation of how he felt chemistry with her in his head funny but dismissing it quickly, reaching over for his shirt and sliding it back on as y/n groaned. “Nooo please” she whined clutching a pillow to her chest “not yet.” “What do you mean not yet?” Harry chuckled at her childish behaviour. “I wanted to ask you something” Harry’s head tilted as he slid his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, urging her to continue “tell me about your tattoos” “My tattoos?” she nodded excitedly “what about them?” “Well… I’ve been kinda wanting one… for a while” the smile on her face was shy and adorable, and Harry couldn’t really see her with any tattoos on her body, but the more he looked at her pointedly and the more she smiled as she poked his tattooed arm, the more he could see exactly what style of tattoo would go with her personality, regardless of how little he actually knew of her. She continued to trace the words inked on his skin over and over, enthralled by the art.

“Do yeh, now…?” he arched an eyebrow sitting next to her once more. “What d’yeh want?” she shrugged. “Hmmm is that so. You wouldn’t happen to draw something a lot?” Harry placed his index finger on his chin, tapping it in fake thoughtfulness. “Ok fine, I sort of know…” y/n doodled a lot of things around her notebooks and Harry had noticed. Mostly hamsas, lotus flowers, suns and moons. Things of the sort. He laughed having caught her in her feeble lie. “I want a little moon on my forearm and a sun on the other, or maybe a lotus on my shoulder, I haven’t decided” “Well–” he stretched, pulling his arm out of her grip, stopping her from tracing anymore of his tattoos, the butterflies were getting too unbearable– “I’ve an appointment this weekend, yeh can come along if yeh want, see what it’s like” Y/n’s eyes lit up like a kid in christmas’s. “Really?!” Harry shrugged as if it was no biggie. “That’d be awesome! Thank you!” She gave him another hug and he chuckled. Before she could pull away he asked. “So. Chemistry?” And laughter exploded from his chest when her response was a deep long groan and a slap to his shoulder.

The weekend rolled around fast, and y/n was excited to see the tattoo parlor, but Harry was sure a lot of her commotion also came from having aced a chemistry lab practice the day before. She giggled with glee, as she tugged Harry’s arm when they turned the corner on their walk to the place, and she finally laid eyes on the parlor. His friend and ex roommate Nick Grimshaw was the artist he was going to see, and Harry knew that surely with a quick text he could arrange it so y/n watched the whole process and got to talk to an actual tattooist about what she envisioned without a previous date. Nick had agreed, not before teasing him if this was the same y/n Harry usually spoke very smitten about, and congratulating him for it with a cheeky grin Harry could read from the simple blue bubble of words in his text app.

“‘Arry!” Was the first thing Nick said when the man waltzed in with y/n close behind, eyes dancing around the place and the wonderful art plastered on the walls. Tattoos drawn on paper, waiting to be inked onto skin, and photos of happy clients posing with their latest work. She marveled at the idea of being on that wall, but she liked the simple thought of just having her own tattoo a lot more.

“Nicholas!” The two men hugged and swayed from side to side as two brothers that had gone long without seeing each other, even though Harry saw Nick pretty much monthly, whether at the parlor, the gym, or the bar he would rarely visit but Nick frequented. Nick proceeded to pinch his arm at the name. He hated being called Nicholas and Harry always did it, to push his buttons. Harry giggled, adjusting his glasses on his face, and y/n blushed. She didn’t know why she did, but she couldn’t help it after finding Harry’s little laugh cute. It was a strange feeling. Not necessarily bad, but strange nonetheless. She dismissed it. “Hi. ‘M Nick.” “Y/N” she said, shaking the skinny man’s hand and looking at the sprinkle of tattoos that laced his arms. “What will I be doing for yeh lads today then” Nick hopped – literally hopped– behind the counter, pulling out a folder with Harry’s name and handing it to him. She peaked when he opened it. It was full of designs, some she’s seen on his body, some new. Harry noticed her intrigued but confused look. “Nick compiles art he thinks I’ll like, fo’ when I come in without a clear idea” she nodded in silence, having decided to just watch and learn for the time being. “What can I say” Nick shrugged “I’m a good foocking friend” Harry rolled his eyes and sighed “Yeh wish.” He closed the folder and sighed, tapping his fingers on the folded paper. “Think it’s time fo’ the tiger” “Oooh” Nick clapped in excitement, leaving y/n completely lost. They obviously talked about this a lot, and Nick probably tattooed Harry all the time, so of course they had some sort of inside talk that y/n was not going to understand. Harry took a seat while Nick fished the design. It was a wonderful tiger, the details impeccable and of a decent size. Y/N was left to stare in shock, mouth agape, when she saw Harry rolling up the basketball shorts he’d donned for the day, immediately understanding why he wasn’t in his usual slacks or skinny jeans. He was clearly thinking about this tattoo for a while. Nick cleaned and prepared the area and after a short conversation about size, position and other details, the buzz of the tattoo gun and Harry’s faint, short hisses every once in a while, filled the silence of the empty parlor.

Somewhere around an hour and a half, Nick pulled back, examining his art. Harry’s eyes were red and his face showed a slight discomfort as y/n sat there, all she could do was stare. She had asked minor questions here and there, like if it was hurting Harry to which he said it wasn’t so bad, and things relating to herself getting a tattoo, like where should she start to avoid the most pain, how does the whole process work and so on. She even found herself staring at some of Nick’s tattoos, and when he noticed, he laughed. “If yeh’re looking at the ugly penguin there, ‘Arry did it, tha’s why it’s foocking gross” causing Harry to complain and smack Nick across the head, the parlor filling with their laughs “Watch it! Who’s got the gun ‘ere, huh?”

“Ok miss…” Nick started after taking a long sip from his water bottle and stretching from his hunched position. Harry let his shorts down, covering the wrapped thigh and moved from the chair. “Yer turn, I ‘spose?”

Harry fixed his glasses on his face, thinking maybe y/n might be scared of doing this today, on such short notice, and he was ready to give her his speech about how if she had even the smallest of, doubts she should leave it for another day, but was surprised when she pulled out her phone and turned to Nick, showing him what he could only assume was inspiration for what she wanted. “So that, but… maybe this style? And this size?” she murmured. Every time Harry tried to get a peak she’d move and Nick pushed him back jokingly. He got the drift. It was going to be a surprise for both of them, it seemed like. “Tha’s sick! Love the effect.” “Yeah? It’s so wonderful, right? Think you can do that?” Nick gasped, faking offense. “Harry why is she doubting me?–” He asked while giving y/n a playful glare and making them both laugh– “Lay on the chair doll, DaVinci will drop dead again when I’m done”

It was Harry’s turn to be shocked when y/n laid face down and removed her shirt. He tried his best to remain calm despite the obvious deep red shade his cheeks had taken. He swallowed back a grunt and gave Nick a death glare when the man, behind y/n’s back, insinuated at Harry with a look that screamed ‘hot damn, look at that’ to him.

This was a bad idea. Y/N was getting her back tattooed and Harry didn’t dare to look. Both because she obviously wanted to surprise herself and him with the final result, and also because he didn’t think he could stand there in the tingling pain from his own freshly inked tattoo, looking at her bare back – bra straps open and down her shoulder – for long without collapsing or needing a cold shower. It was all he could do to stifle in a moan or keep from imagining her, face down on his bed as he sank himself…

That was enough.

He turned around, fidgeting with his glasses on his face to keep his hands busy.

Harry always knew Nick was good. Great even. The work he did on y/n was amazing and she kept giggling over it as she arched her neck to try and get a better glimpse. “Oh my god” she kept repeating in whispers “I am in love with it” she hopped up and down in excitement making Nick smile proudly. It was some of his best work yet. The tattoo wasn’t in itself complicated, with much detail, or of a big enough size to take hours and hours of work, but it was the simple fading and style of it what made it so unique and hard to master. He took pride in his good work, mentally patting himself on the back. “Make sure t’take care of it. Harry can help yeh. ‘S a hard spot to reach” he murmured, slyly winking in Harry’s direction who just took to rolling his eyes at his friend.

Y/n and Harry were almost out the door after smiles and goodbyes, tips for tending a tattoo, and more praise over Nick’s work when y/n snapped out of her seemingly post tattoo haze, stopping dead in her tracks. “I have to pay! Oh my god” she exploded in a fit of laughter, turning around to Nick to ask how much she owed. “No no. No need” He assured her as Harry fidgeted behind her figure. “What? No way. Let me pay, you can’t give me this for free” “Oh, ‘s alright darling” he winked at her, pushing her out of the parlor, not before nodding his head in Harry’s direction and giving her a small wink, whispering “It’s all covered” before sending her off.

Y/n whined Harry’s ear off the whole way back, and even when he sneaked into her room past the allowed hours – not without getting flustered over it before – she continued to do so no matter how many times he’d promised her it was okay. “Let me pay you back” “No, it’s fine” he chuckled, sitting on her bed and letting out a sigh. The area of his tattoo was still covered and just slightly itchy. Y/N dismissed him, turning to look at her new tattoo in the mirror and silently plotting ways to pay him back some day when he least expected it. She wouldn’t let that nice gesture pass, and he was already doing entirely too much.

Harry decided to play a little game he’d played with her before and quiz her on her test she had the day prior and all the other knowledge he’d been helping her with, in a way to keep her memory fresh with the concepts. Y/N groaned at first, not wanting to study on a saturday at all but complied, and so the tossing of a random plastic toy she kept in her room began. Harry would ask, the throw getting more difficult as the questions got tougher, and they walked around her room to keep her on her toes and active. “And that is?” “Thermochemistry” “Who’s the father of it” “Uh, trick question?” “Hmmm, wrong y/n.” “Hess? Laplace? Both?” Harry shrugged “Come on!” “Fine, trick question. It had like 6 fathers. Now-” He motioned at her to toss him the little toy before she interrupted. “Fuck off, Harry” She exploded in a fit of laughter, which he joined in soon after, falling back on her small couch, throwing it back at a distracted Harry with a bit of force given her laid back position. “Ow!” Harry bit back when the somewhat sharp and hard edge of it smacked him in the side of the jaw. “Oh, fuck! Sorry!”

The hard toy had left a red spot on his jaw, right at the side from his chin, surely to cause a little bump in the future and its sharp edge drew the tiniest bit of blood that he caught on his fingertips when he touched the skin. Y/N immediately piped up, rushing to him, apology after apology slipping through her lips.

It seemed like lately y/n had turned into his at home doctor, as she had tended for his bruises and cuts more than anyone ever, in just the past week. Harry found himself sat on the edge of her bed, once more being taken care of by her delicate fingers, chin pulled up and jutted out, as her other hand kept his head in place. She continued to apologise even though he’d repeatedly said it was all okay, quickly falling silent after she assumed a knelt position right in front of him, practically straddling him as her legs perched on either side of his one recently tattooed thigh. “How’s it look?” he asked timidly. “Well…–“ she sighed dramatically– “You have a magnet for injuries, Harry, but-” he laughed at her statement, a deep, small laugh, brain too fuzzy over the fact that she was this close. Again y/n blushed when he did so. She had found it that she liked it when Harry smiled or laughed. It could be either cute and giggly which made her very giggly back, or it could be a very deep, very manly chuckle that had her feeling something she couldn’t quite place but had come to like, quite a lot. Whatever it was, she wanted more of it. Whatever it was she wanted more of Harry’s smiling face in her life.

In the time she’s known Harry she had to admit she wanted to poke his dimples whenever they came up, and now her hands were so close she couldn’t stop herself from reaching up and placing her finger on the small dip. Harry was surprised, back immediately tensing at her action. Their eyes met; him looking down from his upturned chin and her looking up to catch his curious eyes, giving him a smile Harry couldn’t return. Behind him, his arms extended towards the sheets, he took them by the fistfuls to try and keep some grasp of the real world. God, she didn’t know, he thought to himself, she didn’t know just how fast his heart was running, where the blood was rushing, where his mind was wandering.

Y/n was confused. She never wanted more of Harry than what he was already giving to her. Granted that was a lot, for he was always there and so helpful, but she thought it was what he allowed, and now she was tingling for just a little more. She was itching for the closeness, and she didn’t know why or when it started. Her fingers had gone from just poking his dimple to fully cradling his cheek, both their faces levelling to look at each other from a better angle, time slowly pulling back. Harry’s breath hitched. “It looks good” she whispered, careful that her nose didn’t crash against the tip of his, as his eyes glistened with something she couldn’t decipher. “I–” Harry swallowed. She was talking about his small injury but he’d be lucky if he remembered his own name at this point. He wanted to push just the slightest bit, to reach forward and end the weight that had taken over his chest. What was she doing? What was this? His brain ran a million thoughts at the same time and he couldn’t focus on a single one. And then she made them all stop in the most electrifying of ways.

Her knees started to give out as she relaxed into the feeling of being so close to Harry and whatever it had settled on the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t butterflies, but they tingled just the same. She was buzzing. It was close to that feeling when she was overheating with desire, but she refused to call it that. There was no way she felt that way for Harry. There was no way she felt any way for Harry. Right?

Harry was already having a hard time after his tattoo – the buzz that he always got from the slight pain doubling thanks to the fact she had also gotten a tattoo with him and she was now like this on him – and in his mind it wasn’t fair that she could make him feel like this so easily. It wasn’t fair that she had him at the palm of her hand. He was already about to give out, every emotion overflooding inside him. The courage he had for a lot of things was gone for this one, until he couldn’t hold anything anymore.

Her weight came down on him just the smallest of fractions. On his inked thigh, where he was most sensitive right now besides between his legs. His eyes closed shut as he swallowed back a hiss and his hands jolted. Y/n didn’t understand what was happening, she just stared at his face, contorting in something that resembled pain, but he hadn’t cried out for anything. She sank just the tiniest bit lower, putting more pressure on him, making his imagination run wild and he just couldn’t keep it to himself. Harry audibly gasped, the shadow of a moan caught in the back of his throat as his hands jumped to hold the sides of y/n’s waist. He pushed in, just holding her in place, as if trying to make her stop sinking onto him any longer, despite his deep urge to dip her down to ride his thigh. Stop Harry, stop, he kept trying to make himself recover his sanity, but y/n, sweet, gorgeous and forever torturing y/n, either was so lost her naiveness just sank her further, or she knew exactly what she was doing.

Harry figured it was a mix of both as she whispered his name and sat lower on his thigh and her fingers grabbed the back of his neck as he let out a longer moan, head rolling back lightly. “F-fuck” he whispered at the sensation of her moving slightly forward, sliding up his leg. His hips rolled forwards as well, making her bite her lip and shut her eyes closed. Harry felt his rational mind slowly slip away, the same way the whispery words slipped without permission out of his shaky mouth “G-god, please, just let me fuck yeh” his fingers digging into her skin, pulling her down onto him.

Y/N jolted at the feeling, as if suddenly awake, placing her hands on his shoulders and looking at him with widened eyes. Harry did the same, shock and embarrassment running through his features before they were painted over red. Y/n sat up on her knees once more, pulling away from his thigh and his hands let go of her frame, immediately slapping against his babbling mouth. “I- I’m-” “Harry…” she whispers. His hands drop back to her waist, only to pry her off his body and onto her mattress as Harry makes it his task to pick up all his things in a hurry. He has to leave, he has to run out of there and never come back, he’s ruined it all. “I shouldn’t h-have- I didn’t- F-fuck. I m-mean- I’m sorry- God- fuck” He’s cursing under his breath, ruffling his hair in nervousness, his glasses in his hands and he can’t stop wiping at them in embarrassment. “Harry, listen” she tries to get him to stop but he’s stuck like a broken record. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I am so terribly sorry” he continues to say, face red and chest heaving up and down, anxiety filled tears ready to run down his cheeks. It’s suddenly impossible for him to catch a breath.

Y/N is up on her feet, nervous and red as well – she can’t believe what just happened– but before she can reach forth and grab his arm to try and calm him down, he’s bolting out of her room and she’s ripped of the chance to explain herself.

She’s left alone in her room, confused and upset. Her door slowly shutting close as she lets her body flop on her bed, a hand touching her hot cheek, the other sprawled on her chest feeling her rushing heartbeat, soon making it’s way down her body where she can feel her arousal that was cut short, cupping her womanhood over her clothes in frustration.

She was ripped of the chance to tell him that the only thing that jolted her out of the trance wasn’t the tingly feeling his warm hands gave her over the fabric of her clothes, or the heat pooling between her legs, or her own hitched breath. What snapped her out of it were her own surprising thoughts that she wanted more and more and more.

And now she fears she’s not going to get it.

THAT’S THE TAT BUT ON HER BACK? LIKE UP LIKE CLOSE TO HER RIGHT SHOULDER BLADE?

Thanks for reading! FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED PLEASE!!! I want to know what you think of this AND ALSO INPUT YOUR THOUGHTS ON WHAT PART FOUR CAN BRING AFALKSJDFHASLJFHD

I can’t leave y’all with Harry never getting sex so there WILL be a part four whahaha. Anyways, do let me know what should happen next what you thought etc etc! please! I Beg!

Smooches Iv. XO.

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ok ko storyboarders

ok so i made a post talking about some stuff i really loved about ok ko and one thing i wanted to bring up was all the styles of the storyboarders! in this i’ll talk about each of them and their styles individually. maybe in another post i’ll talk about the dynamic of the pairs because this post on its own is insanely long and adding that would make it even longer

also everything here is subjective

geneva

so one of the first things ive noticed with geneva’s style is how... on model she is (next to ryann). i find it to be really interesting seeing how everyone has taken their liberties with ian allowing them to go off model and she’s stayed the most accurate to the style.

for the most part, i really like how she draws! i feel like the best part about her style is the improvements that she’s made over the course of the first season. the way she currently draws ko is just a little bit more off model than usual, but that’s literally only due to the height of his hair. it’s really good to see that she’s making the ok ko style into her own.

(episode 44 to episode 13 (the first episode she worked on and produced))

i would point out the poses of some of the characters but i feel like i cant since she’s gotten much better at it. none of the silhouettes of the characters she’s drawn nowadays seem very closed or stiff, they express much more than in the earlier episodes!

mira

out of all the other storyboarders, mira seems to go the most off model. it’s very very anime-esque and generally feels very fancy? i’ve noticed that in most (or maybe all) of the episodes she’s boarded, she’s also done the fight scenes that were in it and she’s really good at it! they’re all really smooth and expressive and its clear that she puts quite some thought into her poses like this one.

they both have really clear silhouettes and i love the simple shapes incorporated with them.

she seems to have an issue with facial variety, seeing as everyone she draws seems to have big eyes, big cheeks, and only rarely does she ever draw a circular head with the eyes not hanging over the side of the face. its also a little apparent to me that expressions are not her strong suit, which is a little essential when it comes to a show as exaggerated as ok ko.

these are all from 4 completely different episodes. they all have big cheeks and big eyes and that seems to be about it when it comes to her humanoid characters

ryann

ryann’s style is really cute and gives a nice contrast to parker’s without it seeming like a really big shift. they usually board more wholesome scenes and succeed at it because of how adorable the characters are in her style.

ko also tends to act much cuter with her scenes and more like a child which is something i really really like a lot about her style. i do want to see a fight storyboarded by her in the future though!

i dont have much to say for ryann’s style except for its good.

parker

parker has a really smooth and professional style, it always seems like his lines are a lot smoother than most of the others. i personally dont think there’s too much to say about his style apart from the fact that he has some issues exaggerating expressions and also poses sometimes. he usually has some really funny scenes.

i want to see more dynamic fights from him though, for what we’ve seen from him is average but very smooth. my favorite fight from him was carol vs succulentus. short but really fun.

he also seems like a chill guy (also im sorry i dont have much to say on him oml)

stevie

the first thing to notice about stevie’s boarding style is her strength in like. everything. especially the way she draws expressions. they’re wonderfully exaggerated and really expresses emotions extremely efficiently.

if you tell me that you havent laughed or smiled at any of these scenes then youre probably lying and i will fight you behind cartoon network studios at 3 am.

another thing to note are the poses she draws. more often than not (specifically in action poses) there’s always a ton of movement and they’re always really really dynamic.

danny

danny’s style is really interesting. her style has the most noticable development in it. it used to be quite on model but would give some of the characters a little more exaggerated features (specifically with enid and her really huge thighs). in the most recent episode that she’s boarded which was let’s take a moment, there is quite a contrast in the style. the heads are a lot bigger, bodies are smaller and.... that’s it.

it looks a little off putting because its a really big contrast to every other style, but its certainly not bad. its really cutesy. another minor problem i have with her style is that the arms tend to look kind of not connected to the body. it’s nothing too noticeable but i have an awful habit of seeing stuff like that.

regardless of some of these flaws, danny’s style is really cute and i love how she draws. she’s also pretty good at fight scenes as well.

dave

i dont really know what to say for dave except fo uh?? really good? very dynamic? probably one of the most detailed styles from all of the boarders. there’s a lot of lines on the faces which makes them feel more organic as well as expressive and also adds to the humor a lot.

also have yall seen the amount of detail he puts into gar’s muscles like holy shit

haewon

haewon is probably the most cryptid storyboarder on the show since she doesn’t post anything too often on social media. i also dont have too much to say about haewon’s style except that its really unique. its really flowy as well and inconsistent which always kinda makes it hard for me to tell what scenes she draws. all of her scenes are really funny though and i think that has to do with her style.

one of my favorite scenes that she’s done is from sibling rivalry, that entire sequence with rad and enid arguing. they’re all really squishy and maluable quick is a good quality, especially in squash and stretch.

i dont think she’s done any fight scenes so far but i think it’d turn out well if she did so.

ian

b-whuh? what do u mean ian. hes not a boarder he just does some revisions sometimes

yea i know, so i’ll keep this short and sweet. i feel like i shouldve left him out but at the same time i also feel like i couldnt? yall remember the driving scene in ko’s video channel?

yeah ian did these and hell they’re both really good despite being extremely short scenes.

1. the posing for one is amazing,the silhouettes with each is very clear in both pictures

2. the movement is GREAT, especially in the second one. u can tell that they’re going super fast and that the force is pushing them back without even needing to see outside the window.

anyway i want to see him do one part of a fight that seems like it’d be cool

thank u for reading this hellishly long post. i love all the boarders with all my heart and would sell my soul for their skills.

#rei.txt #ok ko #ok ko let's be heroes #long post

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