#proper gander yeah

[eff-plays]

I think there are a lot of valid criticisms to make of Garrus as a character (and what I like about his writing the most is that you can actually do this in-game), but when people dislike him because "he's a cop!!", it's so funny to me.

Like yeah ACAB and all, don't fall for copaganda, but like ... You can't seriously dislike Garrus because he's a cop when you're literally playing Military Propaganda: The Game. Garrus expicitly joins you because you have even less oversight than he does. You play not only as a high-ranking Alliance soldier, but you become a Spectre, beyond touch by even the Alliance itself. Garrus joins you because he thinks he can get what you have. Because he thinks you will let him get away with shit he didn't get away with before. And yeah, that's off-putting for sure, but think about it for a moment. What does this say about Shepard's position in this, that he can reasonably believe this, and that you can actually agree with him (if Renegade) without consequence? That you can decide that yes, I will indulge this, and the game just lets you do that and makes it a perfeclty valid approach to being a Spectre.

"Oh but my Shepard is moral and would use her powers for good! She's a Paragon! Garrus is bad because he doesn't believe in regulations!"

Hmm, so you're saying that the problem with this power structure is that there are good cops and bad cops? And not that the whole system is fucked from the start? Hmm ... Seems like you've fallen for some sort of ... proper gander ...

My point is, dislike any character you want. It's perfeclty valid to dislike Garrus, because he's bloodthirsty, at times amoral, a vigilante, thinks he's above the law etc, and yes, those are often the traits of a wannabe bad cop, but to dislike him only because "he's a cop!" while other characters, including your own precious Shepard, get a pass?

Bro, you're playing as military in a game that glorifies violence and ignoring politicians and protocol. A running gag is hanging up on your employers because they're silly little politicians who talk too much and want to hold you accountable. You're basically Cop 2.0. Ultracop. The galaxy's cop mommy.

Put things into perspective and get an actual reason to hate the guy. Because if he's a cop, then what are you?

#this isn't me saying you can't dislike him #or that you can't dislike him for being a cop #but when people are like 'ew he's a cop gross!' and then make cutesy headcanons for their sheps #it's like ... bro ... #seems like you're just parroting shit without understanding why they're bad #mass effect #garrus vakarian #basically if you wanna criticize him for being a cop #you need to criticize the whole game for being what it is #you can't just single him out because he's arguably the most popular character #and you're salty that you don't like him #so you just call him a cop and move on #my most hated cop character is uuh . whatshisnuts #captain bailey .. fuck that dude fr

[mrs-toohot]

Ryder, decoded

So the THTH writers apparently googled “Australian slang” and went copy/paste into his dialogue with absolutely no concept of what any of it means or how commonly it’s used.

So, as your resident Australian, I’m going to translate for you.

Below, you’ll find the examples I found so far, a translation, and a rating out of ten for how commonly it’s used / how accurate the slang is.

Disclaimer: I am born and raised Aussie. My ancestors were convicts. And while I do live in a major city, I grew up in the most country of country towns; population 847. So I am fluent in Aussie.

So without further ado:

Buggers.

If you look up the word buggers you’ll find it’s short for buggery which is the act of engaging in anal sex. But it’s not really used that way any more. I would never use “sexy buggers” that’s kinda weird. It’s only ever used these days as a light-hearted term, such as “cheeky bugger”(usually said with a hair ruffle). Alternatively, you can say someone’s “playing silly buggers” which means they’re messing around/being silly.

Accuracy of usage: 6/10

True-blue.

I see this and I think of this song which I believe they may have played at Steve Irwin’s funeral. It’s basically the same as “proper” or “right” for the Brits. Interchange with “verifiable”. Is entirely a stereotype and wouldn’t even be used ironically these days. In its place, we would use “fuckin’”. The only time this word is used is when you’re describing someone as “he’s a true-blue Aussie battler” (he’s very Australian)

Accuracy of usage: 1/10

Sheilas & blokes.

No. Absolutely not. Sheilas 🤢 is a way of describing a group of girls, but it’s very outdated. You could still call a guy a bloke, but it’s not interchangeable with “guy”. A bloke is specifically very traditionally Aussie & masculine, and you’d almost be more likely to use it as an adjective (I.e. “he’s a bit blokey”). I’ll be honest, you want someone who’s “blokey”, think “Gary from LITG”.

Accuracy of usage: 1/10 and 4/10 respectively

Ripper

Means ‘great’. And unless it’s in relation to specifically calling someone else a ‘ripper legend’ (shortened to ‘ripper ledge’) it’s not used commonly whatsoever.

Accuracy of usage: 2/10

Bonzer

No. Absolutely not. Never in a million years would bonzer be used today. It also means ‘great’ but this can’t even be used ironically. Even in the deep dark depths of country western NSW, using this word will get you looked at weird.

Accuracy of usage: -10/10

Crikey

Sorry to disappoint, but this one’s also a no. It means essentially “wow”. The only time we’d use this is to amuse internationals. We associate this word with ol’ mate Steve as much as you do.

RIP buddy 🪦

Accuracy of usage: 2/10

Fair dinkum & arvo

You’d ask if something was ‘fair dinkum’ if you were questioning if the aforementioned statement was true, or you were trying to figure out if someone was for real. “I’m Spider-Man”, “oh, fair dinkum?” It is… not common. Very outdated and only your countriest of the country boys would use it (and only if they’re 60+)

Now- ARVO- this is a different story. I use arvo EVERY DAY. It is short for afternoon and I don’t remember the last time I used the full word. “What’re you doin s’arvo?” Absolutely used every single day.

Accuracy of usage: 3/10 and 10/10

Have a squiz and take a gander

Both mean the same thing: take a look. Do not ask me where they come from but welcome to Australia. I have definitely said “give us a squiz” or “I’ll take a squiz” lol. The latter is still said but only by much older people. A funnier version ( only said ironically) is ‘have a captain cook’ (rhyming slang for ‘have a look’)

Accuracy of usage: 9/10 and 7/10

Have a yarn

Means ‘have a chat’, ‘talk’, or ‘shooting the shit’. This is actually really commonly used by indigenous Australians, and ‘yarning’ culture is really crucial and involves a cuppa tea 😁 I liked seeing this one pop up.

Accuracy of usage: 10/10

Possible upcoming slang:

Yeah, nah: No

Nah, yeah: Yes

Have a root: Sex

Pull your head in: Calm down, get it together, wisen up

Ta: thank you

Sweet as: sounds good

Righto/Righteo: alright

No worries: not a problem, that’s okay. Often said in conjunction with ‘she’ll be right’

No wukkas: no worries, short for “no wukkin furries” which is an intentional mispronunciation of “no fuckin’ worries”.

Bloody oath: bloody hell/Fuckin’ hell

Ocker/yobbo: super Aussie guy, see “bloke”. Specifically very country.

Drongo: forbidden phrase. Never used ever. Means an idiot/dork. If they use this I quit.

Flamin’ galah: said ironically, very funny. Said seriously, no.

Dropkick: super common. Similar to derro or deadshit. A loser, someone who is going nowhere in life.

Derro/deadshit: derro is short for derelict. Someone who bums cigarettes at the train station. Wears thongs (flipflops) everywhere even in winter.

Bum: (verb) to bum sth: to beg for/ ask for / grift for. “Can I bum a smoke off ya” (often followed by “I’ll pay you back”)

Let’s see what gems they come out with this week, shall we?

#I hope this was somewhat enjoyable #ththg2 #too hot to handle game #ththg #ththgame #thth #Australian #australian slang #translation

[seaofimaginarysins]

Mm

Yeah, okay

Gonna be taking Aria-mun off the list for a bit, probably

Getting just a wee bit tired of people hyperfocusing on her when I've got plenty of other girls

Most of which I've posted plenty about in the past couple days

Two of whom were literally introduced yesterday

And they just kinda get passed over in favor of the rat

It's just... a little annoying when it happens, you know

And, yeah, I get it, mostly my fault for not having a proper muse list set up yet, but

A casual scroll through the blog archive would get you a list of character tags, from most to least populated, so you could just

Take a quick gander through those and choose, too

But whatever, I guess

#call of the void || ooc #slightly negative under the cut #probably just making a big deal over nothing but #yeah

[ginza-division]

Eiji's Thoughts on Shizuoka Division

Kanon Hojo

"Chuohku seems to attract all types of people, all from different walks of life. I mean, I have to wonder where exactly they are recruited from, or what makes them join the government, in general. This woman is a perfect example. I don't recall seeing her the first time I visited Chuohku, and I am not at all upset about that. I don't know what caused her to join the government, but I don't think they were too torn up about her departure. She seems... just slightly unhinged. I don't think she has a PROFILE. If she does, I am not interested in taking a gander at it."

Reika Aichi

Eiji, for once, loses his calm and easygoing composure and glares deeply at the photo of the socialite. "In case you're wondering, yes I do happen to know Reika-san, though I really wish I didn't. How do I know her? I was good friends with Itsuki Sougo, her fifth husband. In fact, the man was one of the best lawyers for Sigma Inc. The first time I met her was at a cocktail party that I was hosting before Christmas, as thanks to my employees for all their hard work. She seemed like a nice woman, but... there was just something about her that I didn't care for. The fact that she subtly insulted Maiya, who was accompanying me as my plus-one, didn't help her. I was afraid Maiya would do something, but she kept her cool and continued conversing with her. I wonder if Reika realized how foolish she made herself look..."

"Anyway, when I received word that Sougo-san had passed away, I was shocked. Reika-san claimed that it was self-defense because he had attacked her cause he was drunk, but I knew it was a lie. Sougo-san was one of the nicest people outside of the courtroom and never wished ill will on anyone, regardless of what they may or may not have done. I wanted to see her badly get arrested and put in jail. But unfortunately, the police stated there were no signs of foul play involved, so his death was ruled as an 'accident'."

"An 'accident'?! When I heard that on the news, I nearly lost it! It took Maiya calming me down to make me do so before I did something I regretted. And to make matters worse, it turns out, per his "will", all of his money and possessions would go to Reika. To say that I was incensed would be an understatement. I compensated Sougo-san's family heavily, though I know that wouldn't bring him back."

"As for Reika... though she thinks she may have gotten away with it, I put a heavy ban on her on PROFILE, and erased her account. She tried to appeal numerous times to get back online, but I made sure to deny her each and every time. I know she can easily create a new account, but she knows better than to draw attention to herself, less she wants me to ban her again. It's nothing less than what she deserves for what she did to Sougo-san. And believe me when I say, a recompense will come to her sooner or later."

Sakura Kito

"I can't tell you much about this woman. All I know is that she's the leader of the Yakuza over in Shizuoka, and I have nothing to do with that. I know Masa has his... own people, but I don't like dealing with them. And from what I heard, Oki has a bone to pick with her, so I'll let the two of them deal with her."

"...I will say this though: I know she has a PROFILE, but she should be careful exactly what she's putting on there. If it gets out that she's planning some sort of crime or something else that's heinous, I will be forced to contact the proper authorities and have her arrested."

Silent Tragedy

"Yeah, this may be the first team that I don't particularly care for. That former Chuohku scientist bothers me, and Sakura... like I said, I want nothing to do with her or the Yakuza. And Reika..." Eiji slowly lights a cigarette before glaring at the screen.

"It's never been my policy to hurt a woman. But in this day and age, I believe that if a woman is going to strike a man, then a man should be allowed to retaliate. I am a very basic guy, and this isn't the 20th century. So Reika, trust me when I say this: if we happen to meet at the D.R.B., I will make you pay for not only killing my friend Sougo, but also insulting my wife. You will pay dearly, wench, and you will answer for your crimes. And that's not a threat or a promise. It's a natural fact!" Eiji discards his cigarette and walks off.

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #eiji noguchi #ginza division #last judgment #shizuoka division #silent tragedy #reika aichi #sakura kito #kanon hojo

[softichill]

Aaand. I was told I have overtime and to clock out. Proper ask this time! Well I hope you didn't mind getting sent all of that. I had to limit myself to only a few as I was getting too excited to sleep. Mom told me to set a phone timer so I accidentally overwrote my old timer. You know, the one I wake up to? Yeah. That one. I was up late doing tax stuff anyways. Curse the difficulty of adult life! Can I be a sparkly rock instead? I wish to be appatite. It is a pretty blue stone so give it a gander.

Dang!! I already struggle to wake up as is, I can't imagine accidentally overwriting my alarm :(( at least you got extra sleep!!

Novocaine by Creep-P and Ghost and Pals!

#Ask #Song rec

[fullmusicbardsquared]

OMG BRANTA IS A GOOSE SCIENTIFIC NAME?? i never realized, how could this happen

yeah!!!! his whole name is based off geese actually; the G stands for Gander, and tomia is the proper term for the "teeth" on a goose beak! transgender perks

#asks #anon #branta tag

[brassandblue]

Working on my AU pages, which you can find at this tag. Though not all are showing up in it, which is weird... 

Anyway, Eternal March, Turn: WS (Colonel), Daybreaks Lost, and Fallen Britain are all done EXCEPT that I need to add proper warnings for all of them so uh, yeah.

Clockwork Soldiers is just in the rough draft stage.

But, basically, feel free to have a gander if you’re interested in doing some fun AUs with me!

I’m not sure how much I’ll be around tomorrow for drafts, but definitely for chatting! I need to catch up on work stuff for the next day or two as it’s been endlessly busy.

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)

[keeps-ache]

i'm gonna talk in small-text under the keep reading cuz tags keep getting cut (so sad)

SO i got a neat art book today! what kind? well all about Michelangelo. why? my dad likes art too and i guess he wants me to go draw some nsfw for commission [joking, joking.]

aside from being uncomfortable about bodies (nothing new there, it's all very gross to me <3), this book has a LOT to read, maybe more than art to look at :DD

so obviously i'm gonna end up staying up till like 4 just reading some nice long descriptions of some statues

and yes i love every kind of art to ever art, there's always something just absolutely shining-gorgeous underneath art, even things made to look ugly. you put a meaning to it and it's the most priceless thing in the world! art is neat like that

anyway i lost my point but i was gonna say oh my stars the cloth the way the fat and muscles just are. on statues? and it's stylized in it's own way, where everyone's almost the same height and build :D (not a criticism i think it's neat) and it's so raw in a ?? kind of way? i love it it's great

i love having this tiny museum next to me, i love books

oh my GANDER and the hands???? it's so- but the hands????????????? AH like!!!!! they're so muscley and boney at the same time?????

i've decided now that when i've the funds i'm going to buy So Many Art Books!!!! i wanna have a nice bookshelf full of pictures i can peer at and recognize the story from just that one image, disconnected from all the rest in the book

anyway i think i've gone on enough, the plan tonight is to do some light reading [<- <- <- a lie] and do some proper art-study for once, instead of like, i dunno, just staring at a picture Really Hard until i get it (works 99% of the time for me) but yeah :DDD

hope you have a very nice day or night despite (and maybe in spite) of the odds! ᵔヮᵔ

#just me hi #small-font thoughts!! #i REFUSE to use my Big Voice #no!! #anyway yeah #next thought-dump/ramble/weather-related-rant will take place in the tags as-per-usual #nothing to see here just a weirdly formatted post :) #oh speaking of museum actually #i totally forgot abt the one we went to all the time! #it had a craft day on sundays i think? for families which was pretty neat #we'd go once in a while #it was nice #of course when there were some new babies to the family we couldn't go as often #so the zoo it is #which by the way i do think zoos are kind of very boring #if you've been there more than five times and it's in 90 degree weather? yeah that gets old pretty quick lol #ANYWAY i meant NOT to ramble in the tags but here we are! #oh drat and bees. i'm off then! #<3 u

[influxweaver]

I do not support a Captain seven of nine spinoff because it would be disrespectful in various ways ——

1) voyager-wise, its kinda fucked up to give a dedicated trek show to her, it would rly be the last last last nail in the coffin in regards to how literally every character except the Doctor was disregarded to make room for her fanservice-ridden heteronormative “exploration” of humanity.. truly doubt they’d be bringing back characters like b’elanna or tuvok to do anything but serve as supporting characters to more 7o9 moral dilemmas about Human Nature ... this time Captain Edition!

2) dude starfleet supposedly rejected her or whatever. And now to give her the captain ranking out of nowhere is just audience wish fulfillment because a better character arc would consist of demonstrating that she doesn’t need to be beholden to the federation or any other institutional agency in order to have value! But of course the neoliberal proper gander is always in the room with us and so the writers must always show starfleet as the end of all means that everyone always wants to be a part of! Anyway yeah it’s disrespectful to her character to make her overall goal still just be to hold rank in an institution which has only been cruel to her since she first encountered it

3) disrespectful to my eyes for having to see it .. make her butch people .. wtf are those beachy waves she would not stylize like that bitch ill kill you

#YES 7o9 IS PROB MY ALL TIME FAVORITE STAR TREK CHARACTER YES I WANT TO SEE LESS OF HER !!!!!!!!! WE EXIST ! #disclaimer i haven’t seen a second of Picard besides in meme videos so maybe it would be tolerable for all I know #‘it’ being sevens depiction in it #but I have heard enough about stuff that happens in it for me to say I think I’m asserting myself reasonably here today .. #and thank you for listening . #trek

[dancingbabya]

I like the mundane, I realize it more and more considering how scarred I was as a child from the action and war displayed in media. (Both fictional and real) but as I’ve gotten older I don’t care much for the fantastical, I find it appealing and I enjoy it but I’ve been curious about the other side of things.

For example I was talking to my mom. I’m in my mid twenties btw, growing up I watched all the live action x-men movies with my parents. We also watched other super hero shows like justice league, TMNT, TeenTitans, and some stuff like Smallville.

I started thinking: does Superman (Clark Kent) eat or drink certain things just to appear normal? Because as a Kryptonian his senses and abilities are heightened due to our yellow sun, correct? Like his hearing is so strong that he can hear everyone heartbeats, canonically he heard Louis’s death and flew around the world backward to reverse time (this is like the old old movies I forgot when I watched it) just to save her from death.

↑ cause of this example shouldn’t there have been far more consequences in the gander scheme of things in the older shows. I know it’s just a movie, but previously things like the movies information was tied into the shows. Meaning it wouldn’t be too far fetched for the show to present the aftermath of reversing…

That wasn’t the point I’ll go on that tangent another day. If Superman’s senses (the five senses specifically) are heightened wouldn’t that mean all his life he’s tasted food and drinks far different from human?

IMO let me spell this out so I don’t get people yelling at me. In my opinion, I don’t think Clark would drink coffee because he wants to. He’d do it to fit the whole journalist drinking coffee because your up all hours of the night or things like that. Because coffee can be supper bitter if prepared incorrectly, not to mention sometimes when you work in an office you’ll get an asshole who takes the first freshly brewed cup of coffee leaving the rest of the coffee much weaker. (Having working in an office setting this grinded my gears even if my cup of coffee is mostly milk and sugar)

Yes, he could add copious amounts of milk and sugar (mans was raised on a farm so I feel like he’d be very picky about things like that too.) But I feel like he would also as a person who isn’t human wouldn’t be affected by things like alcohol or coffee. Things we consume that can affect our brain would have no affect on his because his body wouldn’t allow for that due to our yellow sun. He’d much prefer to drink and consume things he finds enjoyable. So I think he’d enjoy tea, and he’s never like dicky about it he’s a mild mannered reporter remember? Raised on a farm from infancy to maybe 18 or twenty, no one would think he has an accent because he’s practiced speaking proper since he decided to be a journalist he didn’t want any kind of misunderstandings. Tangent right I’ll go back to my point.

Clark would enjoy tea. But I feel like as someone raised on a farm he would let you know if you make bad tea. He wouldn’t be mean about it either. He’d try to be so kind about it, obviously not everyone is kind when they feel insulted.

That’s not to say he isn’t curious to try other foods and things outside of just America, but I think Clark’s pallet is very southern food centric. So he did have tips or recommendations on cooking when he started living with Louis. I feel like she’d get snippy with him and just tell him to cook in that case and he did. Clark would do all the cooking at home and no one can stop him. In the hustle and bustle of the city life yeah it isn’t easy to cook everyday but he tries his hardest. I personally think he’d have a little balcony garden of fresh herbs or veggies that he can’t seem to find in the city or they just aren’t up to his standards (his parents are absolutely sending him produce in the mail, and he brings come of it back to his apartment when he goes to visit them)

Thank you for listening to my rambling I just thought it was an interesting thing to think about and maybe I’m not following the right people who like superheroes the way I do.

#just rambling #i’m just wondering #superman #dc superman #just talking #feel free to add your own opinions this is just my brain rambling #I’m just really interested in the mundane #superheroes aren’t always doing hero stuff they have day to day

[targentis]

love wins

#GIRRRRRLLLLL IT IS PERFECT WEATHER FOR A DAY OF WORLD DOMINATION!!!!!!!!! #tief talks #pl #leon bronev propaganda #yeah im takin a proper gander at this guy

[in-madhouses]

you (that’s what i’ve been missing)

JL: That… was easier than expected

NH: the man’s practically my twin

NH: and a national gem

JL: Only if you shut your eyes and drop acid in which universe do you look like Colin Firth

NH: this one

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A stuck together in self-isolation one shot turned mini drabble series because ya girl has no sense of self control.

Another short text preview thing (aka the one where joy clearly has the hots for coline firth) up now. Proper update to come on on Friday.

#yeah these texting things are going to be a thing #gonna use them to break up chapters what do you think #and it also works as a sort of preview i guess idk #proper update coming in a couple of days #i did a thing #take a gander maybe

[zackcrazyvalentine]

IF CROWLEY DOESNT DO A PARENTS DAY AND MC DONT GET TO SEE EVERYONE FAMILY IM THROWING A TANTRUM

i really really really wanna see deuce’s mother because she’s sounds nice and the way he talks about her is just- JSISKSOSKSOSODKDK

THE TWINS’ PARENTS KSKSKS

i saw ONE fanart of them and i 🧎🏾‍♀️ . I FEEL LIKE MAMA LEECH WOULD BE LIKE JADE AND PAPA LEECH LIKE FLOYD BUT SUPER CURIOUS ABOUT MC ????? LIKE A POOR HUMAN ACTUALLY MANAGED TO GRAB THE ATTENTION OF THEIR PRECIOUS CHILDREN ???? LET ME AT THEM-also they probably are tall as hell so the whole meeting with them and mc is like “sir please bend over my neck is stating to do things it’s not supposed to do-“

AZUL’S MOTHER AND STEPFATHER

azul’s mother gives me sweet but sharp women ? like a bit like ursula but more kind ? if that’s makes sense- AND HIS STEPFATHER IS SUPER SUPPORTIVE OF AZUL AND IS SUPER PROUD OF HIM-

I ALSO WANNA SEE VIL’S FATHER BECAUSE HE SEEMS SO NICE AND HE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE A LOT OF COOL STORIES TO TELL AND I JUST REALLY WANNA SEE HIM

no thoughts epel’s grandparents coming to see him but then getting lost and brought back by mc to epel BUT THEN epel’s grandma grabs both their hands and asks when they’re gonna marry epel-

SEBEK’S MAMA AND PAPA (am i fawning over a couple that never got an apparition in the game? yes i will do it again) IMAGINE IF HIS MOM IS LIKE “ following in your parents footsteps huh ? you have good taste son !” AFTER SEEING MC-

MALLEUS’ GRANDMOTHER

i feel like she would be kind of awkward? but she’s trying her best ! and she is so proud of malleus and talks to mc about the achievements he has done over the years and just height a sweet grandma overall-

i wanna see ace’s mom because i know she’s the type to EMBARRASS her son in front of mc “oh ace dear do you remember that one time you ate a worm and then cried about it ? i still have the video let me search for it-“ and ace is like “mom what- STOP” and mc just sipping on the tea collecting blackmail material

SPEAKING OF BLACKMAIL AZUL’S MOTHER WOULD PROBABLY SHOW BABY PICS OF AZUL ANS WOULD BE GUSHING OVER HIM WITH MC-

KALIM’S PARENTS WOULD PROBABLY TAKE ONE LOOK AT MC AND BE LIKE “do you wanna marry my son he’s very handsome” “ma’am who are you-“

AND AND AND CHEKA JUMPING IN MC’S ARMS SHOWING HIS PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS HIS OTHER FAVORITE PERSON IN NRC AND FARENA IS LIKE “you , you must become part of the family” “what with those family the fuck-“ AND AND I FEEL LIKE CHEKA’S MAMA AND GRANDMA ARE SUPER TALL STRONG WOMEN AND THEY TOOK A LIKING TO MC TOO

important note if mc is meeting riddle’s mom and jamil’s parents it’s to fight them to death-

tl’dr : mc’s ending up with a bit too much of marriage proposals

I FORGOT A LOT OF PEOPLE BUT THAT WILL HAVE TO COME LATER BUT AIISISOAOWKSKSKKWWKWKOWOWOW

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! [PSST!!! You can find the continuation h e r e !!]

YA DUMB CROWMAN, YA BETTER MAKE A FAMILY DAY HAPPEN SO WE CAN SEE ALL THE PARENTS AND MAYHAPS SOME OF THE SIBLINGS TOO!!!!!!!!!!!

DEUCE’S MAMA 🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

I 100% AGREE!! I wanna meet her so bad! She sounds so gentle and caring, I just wanna thank her for everything idc 🥺

“Deuce, hi! Oh, is this your mother, Mrs. Spade?!” MC bound up to him, quite eagerly, might he add.

“A-Ah, [Name]... Yes *ahem* Mom, this is [Name]. [Name], this is my mother.” The Heartslabyul student awkwardly introduced.

the woman’s face lit up, “Oh dear, oh my! This is your friend [Name]?! Hello, dear! I’ve heard wonders of you from Deucey here~!”

MC looked at their friend with a teasing smirk, “Oh, has he?”

She giggled cutely. “Indeed he has, and allow me to say,” Those same peacock green eyes they knew from Deuce looked into theirs, “Thank you for taking care of my son. You’re a wonderful soul, from what I know.”

The tender look in her eyes, her gentle smile and soft voice... MC’s heart sparkled with some sort of nostalgic feeling.

They suddenly bowed, startling the mother-son pair. “N-No, I should be the one thanking you, Mrs. Spade!!”

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OH HECK YEAH!!! TWEEL PARENTS!!! 

I’ve seen two iterations of their personalities: Mama being playful and at-her-own-flow like Floyd, Mama being elegant, proper and mysterious like Jade while Papa is a more... controlled version of Floyd (same goofy smile and carefree demeanor, but not as easy to lash out as Floyd)

BUT ABSOLUTELY!!! Imagine Mama Leech approaching them like a sophisticated lady, making such comments that just due to her tone of voice and the look in her eyes have MC blushing and trembling in fear and shyness

Papa Leech almost kabedoning them to have the little trembling shrimp still for him to observe: “My sons... interested in such a tiny shrimp... so small and magicless...” A shine in his eyes as he smirked that familiar pointy-toothed smirk at them, “Interesting enough to have us up in the surface like this~ ...Don’t you think so, Darling?”      “Indeed, My Love” Much similar to the eel twins, they chuckled sinisterly

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AZUL’S INTELLIGENT, STRONG, CAPABLE MOMMA <333333333 I LOVE SHE SM <3333333

What if Granny Ashengrotto also comes with? 🥺 THE MOST WHOLESOME MEETING (of course, after the whole family [including stepdad] celebrates Azul’s accomplishments with Mostro Lounge and his contracts, both parents being HELLA proud of their little baby octopus ❤️)

Then MC will notice all of them CODDLING Azul, pinching his cheeks and reminding him of how squishy and chubby he was when young. Look at him now!! A proper business man with a bright future!    MC giggles at the dorm leader’s bright blush, and the attention immediately shifts to them

“Oh, Azul~ Is this the [Name] you’ve talked so much about~?”

“M-Mom-!!”

“Ohoho~ Look the the bumpkin he’s managed to score! Our little Azul definitely has an eye for beauty!”

“G-Granny-! *ahem* Grandma, please!”

“Say, did you ever get to see how utterly cute and fluffy Azul was as a baby? Oh~, the absolute cutest, my dear!” The lady glowing with happiness immediately pulled her phone out and scrolled through some photos. Little baby Azul, Azul in middle school, tiny Azul celebrating his birthday as he sat on Granny’s lap while admiring all the food on the table... Each picture showcasing more and more of the merman’s charm.   And all he could do was hide away in his office out of shame.

-- --

Maybe MC has see some movies after arriving to the Wonderland, isn’t Vil’s father an actor too? What if he starred in some of those movies?!

Imagine all the stories he can tell about the whole recording period and the behind the scene tricks!

Perhaps both Schoenheits have inside jokes about their line of work, and they let MC in on them!

“Say, are you not interested in becoming the face of a new beauty product? It’s from a partner company, and they’re searching for new talent. You have a certain charm to you, a beauty that many can identify with.” The man offered, taking out a spare free sample of some lip/cheek tint.

Vil took a look at the product, “Oh, they came out with new things already?”

“And they followed your advice to heart, their new formula seems to be all natural and friendly with different skin types and tones.”

Both actors looked at you, “What say you, [Name]?”

“I can hook you up with an interview.” Stated the older man.

“And I can train you.” Vil quickly added.

-- --

OMG EPELS GRANDPARENTS GETTING LOST AND MC HELPING THEM TO POMEFIORE BACK TO EPEL 😭❤️❤️❤️

“G-Grangran, Pops! W-What are you doing here? Isn’t it... peak apple season?” The lilac haired boy was startled at seeing his family.

Granny quickened her pace to go to her grandson, “Oh, shush, little apple! Here, I brought you some homemade apple pie to share with friends.” She looked back at MC as they and her husband came to stand by her. 

“Epel, dear,” Her wrinkled hands came to take one of his and one of MC’s, “Your friend here guided us to you. They’re so kind, a wonderful candidate for spouse, right Honey?” She teased, looking at Epel’s grandad while they shared a laugh at how the young boy was blushing profusely at the comment (and at MC’s cute nervous smile from the slight embarrassment they felt after Grangran’s words)

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Honest question: Which of us ISN’T daydreaming about Sebek’s parents? jkdskdsdf (his mom’s a MILF 100%)

“SON!” A firm yell startled both 1st years. “Headmaster Crowley notified us about a Family Day going on in your school, we were allowed to drop by today to greet you and meet your friends!” A tall lady with long, messy green hair approached them.

“Mother!” A bright smile graced Sebek’s lips, turning around to engulf his mother in a hug. “Father!” He shook the man’s hand firmly. “It’s an honor to have you here! Would you like to visit the novel Diasomnia dorm of which I’m part of and is led by out Lord Malleus?”

It was the human man who peeked over his son’s form who noticed them, “Oh, hello there! You must be one of Sebek’s friends, I presume?”

The mature woman promptly pushed past her son, taking a gander at the human who was with him. She remained silent, eyes shifting from MC to Sebek, so on and so forth... until...

A proud smile brightened her face, “Ah, my little Crocodile is following along Mama’s path~💕” While her son and husband let out a surprised babble of words at her insinuation.

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Malleus’ Grandmother... A figure that has everyone bowing with her mere presence in a room

“Grandmother, this is a very important person I want you to meet.” It was strange of Malleus to be this eager, let alone about someone. 

The Queen (she’s the current queen of VoT right? aaa) walked along her grandson, holding onto his arm as he led the way to a... rundown building?

“Ah! Tsunotarou, hello!” A human greeted them. “O-Oh!” They bowed hurriedly at the regal presence that accompanied their friend today. “P-leasure to meet you, your Highness.”

A look of utter surprise crossed her face, “Malleus..! A.. human?!” The tense atmosphere made MC straighten up and nervously look at the fae in front of them. “And that nickname?! Young one, do you know who you are speaking to?!” Anger flashed in her eyes as she addressed MC.

“Yes, they do.” The crown prince stepped in, shielding MC behind him, “And I allow them to use that nickname... After all, fae can’t lend their name, or can we?” She remained on defense, giving her grandson’s friend a disparaging look. 

"They were lost, and so was I... Along the way, we found each other. This is a friendship I treasure with all my being, and you have been a very important figure through my life... Would you give them a chance?” He tried to bargain.

The Queen kept her stance, looking at the human, who smiled uncertainly and waved at her. Strangely, she felt no threat coming from them, only warmth, a feeling of being welcomed. Her heart was filled with that warmth for a moment.

Clearing her throat, she relaxed. “Very well, only for you, Malleus... So, who must your friend be?”

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ACE’S MOM IS JUST AS MUCH AS A TEASE, MOCKING THING AS ACE IS!!! AND SHE’D ABSOLUTELY BUST ALL SORT OF EMBARRASSING STORIES FROM HIS CHILDHOOD!! (ALSO AMAZING IMAGINATION WITH THAT STORIE OF THE WORM, MADE ME LOUGH OUT LOUD JSFDFAS)

“Say, do you remember when you took a bite out of my decorative soaps thinking they were jellies? You looked like a rabid dog with all the foam!” The woman openly chuckled, much to her son’s chagrin.

“And that one time you came running and crying to your brother’s arms after a beetle ‘launched and attacked you’ as it flew to your face? You became scared of them for a whole year!” MC laughed along with her.

“Oh, please, tell me more! I’m delighted to know more about Ace’s childhood from you, Mrs. Trappola, since he seldom talks about it himself.” They looked at Ace with a mocking smile, enjoying hos his mother openly provided such wonderful blackmail material.

-- --

Kalim is SO EXCITED to present you to his parents! Look, mom, dad! I made another friend aside from Jamil! :DDD

The bright ray of sunshine bounded up to MC, with an equally as bright couple behind him. “[Name], [Name]! Come here! I want you to meet my parents!” Kalim took their hand and quickly dragged them over to where his parents were.

“Mom, dad! This is [Name]! They arrived at NRC unexpectedly, but I very much enjoy their presence and companionship!” That toothy grin so characteristic of him found his way on his lips.

MC bowed slightly in greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Asim!”

The older couple shared a look before coming up to MC, with the man shaking their hand and the woman pinching their cheek. “Hello there, young one! Kalim seems to be very fond of you! Say, would you mind joining the family? I’m certain Kalim approves!” His father hurriedly spoke.

“H-Huh?! What?!” MC could only accept their coddling and affection as they blushed and looked at their white haired friend for help... But he was busy blushing himself~

-- --

Leona is NOT AT ALL happy to have his family visit him in the ONE PLACE where he’s away from them

"Leona-ojitan! [Nickname]!" The little bundle of joy sprinted the pair's way, eliciting a groan from the 3rd year.

"Not that brat again." Leona rubbed his temple.

MC giggled, "C'mon, Cheka isn't that bad! I can take care of him."

"Brother!" Now, that certainly startled MC... Because not only was the exclaimed name all there was, no no, a redheaded lion beastman wrapped his arms around Leona's torso from behind and lifted him some centimeters off the ground. "Long time no see, Leona! Isn't it wonderful that your school's holding a Family Day?! As soon as we got word of it, we came to visit!"

"Fareena... Put. Me. DOWN." Savanaclaw's dorm head growled. Thankfully, the overexcitable man followed through, laughing at his brother's antics.

"[Nickname], can you see how much I've grown since last time! I'm half a centimeter taller!" Cheka giggled as he climbed up MC's leg, ultimately reaching his goal to be carried by them.

"A-Ah, that's wonderful!" They laughed awkwardly at the kid.

The cub was removed from their person by someone. "Apologies, dear, Cheka can be a handful sometimes." A lioness woman smiled gently at you. "Tell them you're sorry, Cheka. You know better than to use people as jungle gyms."

The boy became crestfallen, ears flattening as he fumbled with his fingers. "Sowwy, Mx. [Name], I shouldn't have done that."

MC chuckled a bit. "Apology accepted."

"So you must be this mystery person Cheka rambled about after spectating the Magift tournament." An older woman approached, pinching the child's cheek.

"Yes yes, gramma! [Nickname] played with me when I visited ojitan! They're my other favorite friend here at NRC, they took great care of me!"

At that, both lionesses perked up. Even Fareena approached the circle after his boy spoke so fondly of MC right now.

"Oh, I see~" The younger of the two ladies giggled, accompanied by Fareena's loud laughter.

Leona had a look of utter terror at what was going to be said next. Eyes wide, ears flat, he looked ready to run away from the scene at a moment's notice.

Who they assumed to be Leona's mother approached MC, placing a hand on their shoulder. "A natural ability with kids... Son!" She looked at leona now, who flinched at her call, "I see you've chosen a great mate!"

As MC and Leona were taken into a family hug, they only remained stunned as the words completely registered in their minds.

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Oh, I absolutely agree with that!! The atmosphere with Riddle's mother and Jamil's parents will be HELLA TENSE

If anything, I feel MC would potentially get along with Jamil's younger sister, enjoying the friendly banter they have as siblings. But even more so, liking how Jamil shows he cares and how he genuinely smiles while his sister is with him.

I feel she'd also tell him in private:

"So~, that friend of yours..."

Jamil only raised an eyebrow at her words, leading her to sigh, "[Name]! The magicless prefect!"

"Uh-huh, what about them?" The boy inquired, wanting to hear her say it earnestly and not go the "you know what I'm talking about" way.

"Yeah... I think they're pretty cool..." Jamil smiled slightly. "Oh, what's that~? I knew you seemed way too close!" She chuckled after noticing the tiniest change in his expression.

The brunet ruffled her hair, "Nothing, it's nothing at all..."

"Say the one with a lovestruck face!"

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HSKAHDKD I HONESTLY WABTED TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT ACE'S BIG BRO, AND SEBEK'S OLDER SIBLINGS

Not to mention Jack's little siblings, and Trey's too! Cater's older sisters!

TWST PLS GIVE US FAMILY DAY EVENT!!! I WANNA SEE ALL THESE CUTE FAMILIES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HDKSHDKS SORRY THIS IS HELLA LONG LOL, got carried away~

Hope you enjoy! Visit the askbox once more whenever you like, Anon ❤️!!!

#zask #twisted wonderland #deuce spade #ace trappola #tweels #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #epel felmier

[saiqherrr]

.stay mine (c.)

.content warning jealousy fuck, smut, nsfw, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, edging, use of the word slut, possessiveness

.pairing choso x fem!reader

.synopsis you're a shaman that works alongside geto, mahito and choso, doing a lot of dirty work for them. you get a little handsy on the job and choso has to punish you for it.

.a/n this is for a friend LOL. late birthday gift for her. this plot was so fun to work with. LMAO THIS IS SO LATE LIKE-  IT REALLY SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN ME THIS LONG. i also did not proof read so any errors will be fixed later on ok bye lollolololo

.WC 4.1K

“C’MON, Y/N, LET’S PLAY FOR A LITTLE BIT LONGER.”

you rolled your finger around inside your itchy ear with blase eyes, annoyed with mahito’s childish pleading. fighting with him was fun and all, but he never knew when to take a break. “i already said no, mahito. i’ve been gone too long. my mission was simple and didn’t take long. they’re expecting me to be back.”

getou plunked down in an arm chair, a presumptuous grin on his face. no matter what was going on, he seemed to be entertained by the shenanigans around him. he was almost always relaxed, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him irate or upset that often. however, he carried a bothersome, condescending attitude. he didn’t bother you much, but when he spoke you wanted to deck him in the back of the neck sometimes.

“get back to work.”

you snapped your head at the recognizable, profound voice that came from the entryway of the hideout. you smirk once you saw choso’s face. “someone’s eager for me to leave.” thinking that you had let your guard down, mahito was preparing to land a kick to your head, yet your reflexes and fringe vision permit you to snatch him by the lower leg and pummel his body into the ground. “i said enough mahito.”

he madly giggles with a crazed look in his eyes. you shake your head and bring your attention away from him. choso approached you, his steps echoed throughout the big space.

“not eager, but you’re gonna screw shit up if you don’t get back there soon,” he warns you. he was right and you sighed while smiling, caressing his face and rubbing a finger under his drained eyes. he pushed your hands away gently. he didn’t favor being handsy like this in front of the others. “go.” with a huff, you fix your uniform a bit, flattening down your skirt, before walking out the entryway and making your way to jujutsu tech.

carrying on with this twofold life could get somewhat confounding at times. you were unable to translate who you truly were, however it didn't make any difference to you much. you simply needed to be any place choso was, or doing something for him. in the wake of saving your life in an oddity mishap involving your power and showing you the true worth of your cursed energy, he took you under his wing. he acquainted you to his little “group” that consisted of three other people; mahito, jogo, getou and hanami. you didn’t favor anyone besides choso, involuntarily attached to him and how he treated you. sentiments were reciprocated, being that he had met you subsequent to losing his brothers and you were the lone individual with a human heart that minded or could even feel genuine compassion by any means. everyone in this circle had goals, but you just wanted to be around choso.

sharing a bond together eventually lead to other relations. sexual relations. kissing him was like a drug. touching him was that of a blessing. being touched by him was a gift from god himself. growing up an orphan in and out of shelters your entire life, you had never felt true love, true affection, but you were sure this is what it was like with choso. as close as the two of you were, he kept his distance sometimes. conceivably in light of the fact that he didn’t want to lose you and find himself hurt again. he didn’t claim you as his or exclusively claimed you as his partner. he simply acknowledged you as “the thing he gets to fuck now and then.” you didn’t know if those words were supposed to hurt or not.

arriving back at jujutsu tech, you noticed it was fairly empty. the students must’ve been sent back to their dorms already. was there really a point in coming back here? you gave your report to masamichi and he thanked you graciously for handling the job. you were given the go to leave, but you were stopped in the hallway by a familiar face - one of your mentors. gojo satoru. he was the man you had to watch out for if you ever had to fight him at some point. he was the strongest shaman in the world and he could end your life in two seconds if he wanted to.

he was nine years older than you, looking good for his age of 28. he had a priggish smile on his face and he leaned against a wall, looking at you, even though his eyes were covered by a black blindfold. “hi, gojo,” you hesitantly greeted him.

“y/n,” he sung your name out as he sat up from the wall, inching closer to you with each steady step he took. “glad you came back safe from your mission.” he got uncomfortably close to you and you took two, small steps back.

“yeah...” you say softly. “did you need me for something?”

gojo chuckled before he took his blindfold off, revealing his magnificent, blue irises. you broke eye contact, suddenly feeling shy. “i do need something from you, but...you’re young. i don’t know if you’d shy away from the idea or not.” his voice was nearing a whisper, his tone was teasing.

you were frozen in place, not sure how to respond to his lewd words. could this get you any more information than you already had? no, this could possibly form a bond between the two of you. a faux trust. he’d never suspect you if you got close enough to him.

you’re entire demeanor changed, feigning a seductive smile while bringing your hand to his cheek. “i’m young, but i’m legal, gojo,” you say as your eyes land on his lips that were coated with lip balm, making them appear glossy. “and experienced,” you add.

you don’t know what you were expecting but you felt your heart dive to the lower part of your stomach when gojo had set his cherry-flavored lips on yours. you didn’t kiss back, eyes wide open, too in shock to give him a proper reaction. the only one who ever kissed you was choso. choso. but you couldn’t fully see the harm in it...

you couldn’t see any harm in getting into gojo’s car, stepping into his home, stripping naked in front of him, having him impale your hole with his long cock, having him kiss your lips with hunger, having him leave hickeys along your neck, collarbone and breasts... he even promised to keep you around. you didn’t see the harm in it at all. he must’ve had his eye on you for some time - he fucked you like a feral animal, but he whimpered like a bitch like he had been dying to plunge his dick inside of your wet cunt for months.

after a short cat-nap, you woke up besides gojo. he snored lightly, no blankets over his half- bare body and he had his back to you. you decided it was a good time to leave, getting off the king-sized bed and picking up your garments that were sprawled on the floor. you freshened up in his bathroom, got dressed and left his house without waking him.

you took a taxi to get to the area in which the hideout was in, careful not to let anyone get to close. you walked along the trail until you approached the broken door of the soiled house, wondering when they’ll be switching locations. it was late, but getou, mahito and choso were up playing a board game in the assumed living room.

getou’s slanted eyes rolled up to look at you. “you’re back later than usual.”

“yeah...” choso mumbles. his back was turned to you as he was analyzing the game they were playing, ensuring that his next move was a smart one.

mahito chuckles when he sees you. “surprised you were gone for so long, y/n. you hate being departed from your choso-kun,” he teases. you feigned exacerbation and chuckled. “where were you?”

“with gojo,” you answered him nonchalantly.

“oh?” getou’s head rose to fully look at you. 

choso’s neck turned to take a gander at you. his stresses over the game had immediately disseminated and he was more worried with regards to why you looked so unkempt and had hickeys scattered around your neck. “did you fuck him?”

“yeah.” you dropped your belongings on a chipped, wooden table. you yawned while taking off the tight, uniform jacket, pulling it off of your arms with your as clothes. “thought it’d be good to keep him wrapped around my finger so that he trusts me mor-”

those strong, pragmatic reflexes from earlier today had bombed you just now, for you were cut off by your own gasp when choso had pulled you by the collar of your white dress shirt. his knuckles became white and his dark strands of hair that curtained his face scarcely concealed the compromising glare that his cold  eyes were giving you.

betrayal, all choso could feel was betrayal. sure, you weren’t his partner and he couldn’t bring himself to claim you as his, but he didn’t expect you to go out and fuck someone other than him. it was a selfish assumption, but choso was too caught up in the moment to give a damn about being fair right now.

“so you gave your body away to some fucking stranger?!” choso fervently reprimanded you, fixing the grasp on your shirt. mahito watched with a goofy smile on his face while getou put a hand to his temple, cocking his head to the side as if he was trying to predict what would happen next.

“i-i-i...ch-choso...he’s n-not a stranger... i thought-” you stammered on your words, frightened by the way he manhandled you. choso never wanted to hurt you before. he brought his free hand, raising it up in the air before the back of his lanky hand hit against your cheek, causing you to yelp as your eyes began to burn with fresh tears.

he scoffs when he notices you’re on the verge of crying. he lets go of your shirt and grabs a handful of your hair before yanking your head as he walked out of the living room, going up the squeaky, unstable steps of the house.  it felt like a thousand needles had hit your scalp as he dragged you by your hair up into the empty bedroom. the room, for the most part, was empty excluding a decent mattress that you had been sleeping on for the past few nights. he threw you onto the mattress after slamming the door shut.

“since when did you become a slut?” he snaps at you. you swallowed at his words as you sat up on the mattress. after locking the door he comes to the bed to lean over you, push you down, and snatch your wrists. one was pinned above your head while the other was pinned beside it. he had your body caged and all you could do was ball your hands up into fists and look away to avoid his menacing gaze. “answer me.”

“choso, did i hurt you?” you gave answered his question with a question. he narrowed his eyes as he studied your appearance. your face was covered in desperation, obviously flushed from getting pinned down this way. although you looked away, your guilt-ridden eyes came back to him, holding innocence. your nipples were showing through your dress shirt and and the hickeys on your skin just made you look ten times more obscene than you already did.

“you disgust me...” he sneered, nostrils flaring with anger. both of you were terrible at answering questions. he gripped your wrists tighter, he might as well have ripped your skin. “your body is diseased. are you fucking proud of yourself?”

your breath hitched, the insults hurt more than the slap he gave you moments ago. you felt extremely humiliated by the fact that this slander was slipping out from his lips with no problem. “i didn’t feel like i belonged to you...” your voice was laced with shame and inferiority.

“but you do.” his words had your mind spinning a mile a minute, confused because his actions didn’t align with this statement. they also had you spinning for another reason: you were suddenly in heat, legs squirming once you felt yourself drooling with juices. everything about this was embarrassing, you couldn’t help the fact that being degraded like this was so fucking hot. you even frowned when one of his hands let go of one of your wrists. he looks down to see your legs moving and lifts up your skirt to find you dampening your cotton panties. “you’re getting off to this, aren’t you?” you didn’t answer him, closing your eyes shut as you tried to hump yourself instead. he shifted his knee in between your legs and it just barely brushed against your warmth.

“choso, please...i want you. i want to show you i’m sorry,” you whined, still squirming in his grasp. you grinded yourself against his knee, panting heavily with desperation. “i’m so sorry...”

choso was tired of your bitching, growing more irritated by the second, yet yearning for you all at the same time. he wanted to teach you a lesson. he needed to. how dare you assume you could fuck anyone else besides him just because he didn’t claim you? he hoped that you’d know just by a mutual feeling, but maybe he expected too much from you. you were still dense, young and highly immature. he found you to be somewhat of an airhead sometimes. for fuck’s sake, you couldn’t even process that what choso was feeling was simply envy and betrayal right now.

he pulled down his pants, full taking them off before rubbing himself through his boxers, groaning at how it stood against his thigh, pulsating for her. he hated that he was aroused by her in this state. he truly wanted to just hate you, he really did. but he couldn’t. he needed you just as much as you needed him.

your hand reached out to touch his face but he slapped it away harshly. “choso, say something, please,” you whined once more, fully ticking him off at this point. he took off his underwear swiftly before grabbing you by your hair again. 

he stood on his knees, guiding your head to face his stiff, cock. he didn’t want to hear you right now. the only thing he wanted to hear was you slobbering his dick with your wet mouth. he wanted to hear you gagging and choking on his throbbing dick. he poked your lips with his flushed tip that was considerably a dark hue than the remainder of his length. you parted your lips to give him access into your mouth. your cheeks went hollow as you began to suck him off, fisting whatever you couldn't reach with your small hands. you didn’t expect much from this until his tip kissed the back of your throat, daring to go any farther.

for the first time, he pushed your head down, forcing you to take every inch of his cock inside your wet, warm mouth. he murmured with fulfillment as he watched your throat swell, mouth completely loaded down with his veiny cock. nothing else could be heard in the room other than the vulgar regurgitating and gargling that came from your mouth. his balls slapped against your chin rhythmically as he began to slowly buck his hips. spit trickled down to your chin, tears littered in the corner of your eyes - he was ruthless with the way he face fucked you, not seeing you as the person he cared so deeply for. you were simply just a cocksleeve to him right now. your jaw ignited with torment as it began to ache, your throat inflamed, air consistently being dissuaded. meanwhile, choso shamelessly grunted and groaned, feeling anything but discomfort. your mouth took his cock so well each time it slid down. he put a hand on your neck just to feel himself encroach the walls of your throat with each thrust.

a violent and desperate scratch on his thigh was all it took for him to stop. he pulled away from your mouth and you gasped as you fell back onto the mattress, trying to receive as much air as you possibly could. you went into a hacking fit, holding your sore throat with half-lidded eyes.

he watched you recover, rolling his eyes at how pathetic you look. “i bet if gojo asked you to take i down like that you would, right?” his words sounded like white noise, your brain excessively fluffed out to fathom anything he said to you.

“keep talking to me like that...” you responded to him in a raspy voice, standing up on your knees, supporting the scruff of his neck as you inclined in to suck on spots you knew by heart.

he looked down at you like you had lost your fucking mind. he might’ve completely broke you - or maybe you had enjoyed this all along and didn’t know until now. “bet you hiked up your skirt in front of the bastard on purpose, yeah? desperate for some fucking attention, selling yourself out like the slut you are, hm?”

he pulled your skirt off of your legs while your lips were still latched onto his pale flesh, giving it splotches of color with every love mark you left on him. your thigh highs that concealed your legs remained on for choso’s own pleasure. you took one hand and unfastened your dress shirt, uncovering your exposed bosoms under it and choso helped to pull it off of your arms. his hand then reached to the space between your thighs, pinching your skin in numerous places before rubbing two fingers against wet core. your cunt was so swollen that he could see the outline of your lips pressing against the cotton of your underwear. 

he grabbed the back of your neck and gently pressed the sides of it with his fingers, pulling you off of his skin. his lustful eyes gazed into yours. “you’re mine and you’re gonna stay mine. you belong to me...say it with me.” his two fingers have now pushed aside your panties, slowly rubbing your puffy clit.

“you belong to me.”

“i belong to you.”

and he was going to make sure you didn’t forget it.

he dipped his fingers right into your core at the sound of your voice, causing you to go weak in the knees, holding onto his chest for momentum. you fell like a feather when he pushed you down onto the mattress, head rolling as you felt his fingers massaging your walls. you tucked your bottom lip in between your teeth and your top lip, just barely biting the flesh, closing your eyes. choso’s fingers were coated in your juices as they plunged into your hole repeatedly. he moved them in a scissoring motion, procuring a few whimpers from you. you squirmed as his fingers stretched your opening and he held you down by pushing down on your thigh. his fingers pecked your g-spot before he was deliberately ramming into it, bringing you closer to your release.

“i’m gonna’...i’m gonna cum!” you cried, setting yourself up for overpowering delight you were going to feel, just to be left on the edge of your climax when choso pulled out your fingers. you mindlessly reached for his wrist, trying to pull him back to your cunt but he pulled away aggressively with a smirk on his face. your cunt clenched around nothing, desperately yearning for a release.

his fingers hastily flicked your clit, sending waves of euphoria throughout your body, your orgasm just two or three flicks away and once he sees your straining face, he stops again.

“fuck choso! fucking quit it!” you were more frustrated than aroused, on the verge of losing your fucking mind.

“sluts don’t get to-”

he couldn’t finish his sentence because you had suddenly straddled him, your legs on either side of one of his legs as you gripped onto his shoulders. a chill ran down his spine once he felt your bloated, drooling cunt on his bare skin. you frantically humped his thigh, not giving a shit about how pathetic you looked.

choso watched you throw your head back as you drove yourself to your climax. you needed it so bad. you’d probably kill for this fucking orgasm. choso felt your thighs vibrating viciously against his leg as you drew nearer to your delivery, the speed of your hips wavering without wanting to. he chose to be permissive and snatched your hips, grating your hot cunt against his skin. 

“if you’re gonna cum, then cum already...” he aggressively encouraged her through a hushed voice, panting as her body brushed against his aching cock.

“i’m cumming, i’m-” you screwed your eyes shut once you felt every cell of your body completely evaporate for one quick second before coming back all at once. your toes curled, your grip on his shoulders got tighter and your stomach convulsed uncontrollably. you felt embarrassed by the fact that he could make you so desperate, so needy, yearning for pleasure.

“greedy fucking bitch...” he growled. the whines that whimsically got away from your lips had moved toward a boisterous, broken moan that you both were certain mahito and getou heard from ground floor. choso’s leg was now a sticky mess, your fluids smeared all over his leg as you continued to ride out your orgasm. “...cumming before i could even fuck you.”

he let you relax for a bit, your head laying on his shoulder as you panted heavily, pussy still clenching around a cock that wasn’t there, still being greedy as ever. he lifted your hips, situating his cock below your entrance before slowly sliding you down his length. your breath hitched, voice abruptly non-existent as you attempted to groan, however nothing came out.

his hips moved upwards with very little strength, for he depended on you to ride him. his hot breath fanned over your sweaty skin as he breathed heavily. he exploited the couple of inches you had over him and gotten one of your firm areolas in the middle of his teeth, nibbling on it. he hungrily began to suck on your breasts, switching between the two when he got tired of one. your body shuddered every time his warm mouth would switch to the other breasts, leaving the other cold. his lips latched onto the skin around your nipple and began to suck harshly, leaving purple-ish red marks on your derma. he made sure to leave his mark on you, ensuring that the next time gojo stripped you of your clothes, he’ll see reminders of who you really belong to.

you rolled your hips to his liking, his cock feverishly invading your insides, feeling him in your lower stomach. you hadn’t fully recovered from your orgasm, yet you somehow found some the strength to began bouncing yourself on his dick. each time you came down on his cock, it pushed a ribald moan from your throat.

choso didn’t rely on you anymore and he began to buck his hips upwards with a quick pace, almost animalistically. “i’m gonna cum in this pussy...” he whispered while your waist was seized by his calloused hands. “you wanna feel all my fucking cum, right?”

you attempted to give him response, but your voice, again, failed you and all you could do was moan and nod your head. choso wasn’t accepting that.

“use your words.”

“i’m...i...i want you, i wanna feel a-all your fucking cum,” you blabbered before the rest of your words came out incoherent.

you both were coated with sweat, bodies glistening under the very little moonlight that had poured through the dirty windows of the room. you felt another layer rise on your skin as choso continued to impale your pussy with his cock.

“gonna keep all of it in, yeah?”

you nodded quickly, tangling your fingers in his raven locks of hair as you were reaching another orgasm. “’m gonna cum...” you whimpered, eyes closed, head thrown back.

“cum with me,” he whispered before he delivered his last few thrusts to you, bringing the both of you to a simultaneous release. strings of his cum spurted inside of your cunt, filling you up to the brim. he lays your limp body down and thrusts himself inside of you a few more times to ensure that every last drop stayed in. you muscles clenched, desperately trying to take it all, but some inevitably slid down your sore hole.

choso had come to the realization that it was impossible to be mad at you for long, after all, you were artless. none of that mattered anymore, you were under his control now and there wasn’t anyone who could change that, not even gojo. the cum that clogged your cunt was a reminder that you were his and now you had no reason to believe different.

#choso x you #choso imagine #choso jujutsu kaisen #choso jjk #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x reader #choso x y/n #choso smut #jjk smut #jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

[chainhead]

ink

leon has tattoos. ethan was never informed.

leon/ethan. mild swearing. smug leon, done-with-life ethan. fluffy!

It's fine. It's fine. This is totally fine.

Is it weird? Is he weird? God, he must be weird. It's nothing to get this riled up over, yet here he is, peeking over at Leon every now and then to catch a quick glimpse of the ink that spirals up his forearm.

Ethan bites his lip. Twirls the pen in his hand and clicks the button on top a few times, his desk work momentarily forgotten.

No, this isn't normal. Then again, neither is Leon with tattoos, so how is one supposed to think? React? He's been pretty good about hiding his (admittedly disturbing) attraction to the special agent; but things like this… well, they're on the same level as glasses, or piercings. A small change that—for a select few—can turn their entire world on an axis.

How far up do they go?

Does he have more?

When did he get them, and what do they symbolize?

"Ethan?"

The blonde startles, blue eyes flickering up in embarrassment.

Leon blinks at him. "What's your damage?"

Oh, Jesus Christ. "Nothing, sorry. Just a little spacey… today."

"I'll say."

Ethan hurriedly scoots closer to his desk, quickly turning his attention back to the papers that scatter across it. He isn't even sure what he's supposed to be doing with these, or why he even got assigned to deal with them, but if things keep going the way they are, he's gonna be here all fucking night.

Ethan frowns. And then he hesitates, realization dawning on him slowly that… hey, doesn't Leon work crazy late hours, too?

No.. no, no. He's on the clock. He needs to pay attention…

"Ethan." It isn't a question this time. Ethan meets Leon's gaze with a sheepish expression, and the other man draws his brows together. "Seriously, what's going on with you?"

How does one go about confessing their guilty, weird, quid-pro-quo attraction to their superior without coming off as a freak? Better yet, how does one go about it without getting fired? Ethan feels a cold sweat prickle beneath the collar of his button-up.

I like you. I like you. I like you.

"I like…" It's like there's a solid chunk of ice stuck in his throat. "Well, I mean, your… you know."

Leon's look of concern quickly shifts into one of bewilderment. "No?" He says, real slow-like. "I don't know."

Ethan wants to die.

"It's just…"

The atmosphere in the room shifts. Ethan's hands are clammy and cold and he regrets even opening his mouth; wishing he could've just opted to say that he feels sick and his head hurts, and maybe even take the rest of the night off so he could reflect on all of this – perhaps over a nice glass of red wine. Instead, because he's terrible at socializing and even worse at socializing with Leon, he's currently staring the agent down with terror flashing in his eyes.

Leon doesn't say anything, but it's obvious that he's dying to get this over with, just like Ethan is.

"Y– you can't get mad," Ethan stammers, clenching his fingers.

More silence.

Ethan sighs. Then, finally, he lays down his cards with a quiet, "Your tattoos."

Leon tilts his head. "... Mine?" He asks, a bit delayed, and Ethan has never wanted to evaporate into thin air more than he does right now.

"Yeah."

"Like, the ones on my arms?" Leon rotates his wrists, glancing down at his own artwork. 

"Yeah."

"Ah." 

Great. When should he start packing up his belongings? Now? Tomorrow? There's a spare produce box in the break room, and he only has a couple of personal items on his desk. His name placard, a picture of his childhood dog, a cup full of pens he got on clearance at Staples…

Although Ethan doesn't get to stand up or prepare before Leon is speaking again, his voice surprisingly nonchalant. 

"And...?"

Ethan sucks in a deep breath. That's a good question. "They're… distracting me?" Vague enough to keep matters civil. He can do this. "And that's why I'm a little… slow, today. I think. Because they're doing that. Distracting me, I mean."

Leon hums, acknowledging that he heard Ethan's answer. He waits, silent until Ethan manages to scrounge up the courage to meet him eye-to-eye, and then he laughs.

There's something to be said about the way in which Leon handles all things; from topics as serious as bioweapons wreaking havoc on unsuspecting townhomes, to things like this – Ethan admitting he's intrigued by the older man's ink. He's good at finding the balance while still remaining cool and collected, and that's a trait Ethan's always admired.

Because, sadly, he cannot do that.

"I knew there was something about you, Winters," Leon says jovially, as if he's uncovered some grand secret. He leans back in his chair, pushes himself a little further away from his desk, and says: "Do you want to come have a better look?"

Ethan nearly chokes on his spit. "W– wh– what?"

Leon's grin widens. He's enjoying this. "I can't have distractions in the workplace. So if you're curious, and think it might help you refocus, I implore you to get your ass over here and take a gander."

The blonde flusters, his lips screwing into a scowl. Implore. What did this guy know about words like that?

Regardless, he still obediently gathers himself to his feet, taking the necessary steps to close the distance between him and Leon. The fine hairs on the back of Ethan's neck stand at attention, and he's acutely aware of the personal bubble he is now officially bursting— not that Leon seems to notice, or mind.

Infact, the only thing he does when Ethan comes to stand beside his chair is jut both arms out, letting Ethan do whatever he likes.

Instinctively, Ethan grabs them. Then panics, because holy shit, he's touching Leon fucking Kennedy. Then double panics, because why did he do that? Why is he still doing it right now?

"Uh…"

"You just wanted to hold hands?"

"N– no!" Ethan exclaims, immediately letting go. Leon bursts out into full-bellied laughter, and the blonde has to take a deep breath before he passes out from his nerves. "Jesus, Leon, I– I was trying to bring them a little closer."

"Oh right, the bad eyesight," Leon drawls. "I forgot you wear glasses sometimes. Near-sighted?"

"Far-sighted. Now shut up and let me look," Ethan snaps, finding his second wind. He reaches for Leon's arms again and finds relief in how the older man wordlessly obliges; giving Ethan the opportunity to twist his arms and inspect the patterns that dance across them. It's not a situation Ethan could've expected, or even predicted, but Leon's right about one thing—this is definitely scratching that terrible itch he feels, somewhere deep down. No more needing to sneak creepy, uncomfortable glances to figure out what they are.

However, he'll always wonder where the tattoos lead. And how many more of them Leon has, hidden underneath all those layers of fabric.

"I see." Ethan nods, smiling faintly as he releases his grip again. "They're cool, I wasn't expecting you to have them. Then again, I've never seen you wear anything other than long sleeves."

Leon quirks a brow. "You pay attention?"

Ethan's smile drops. "Oh. I mean, not in like– not in a weird way, that isn't what—"

There's the sound of a scoff, and then Leon's hands are on Ethan's wrists, gently pulling him down to his level. The blonde stumbles forwards and catches himself with a knee on Leon's chair, and the situation is so intense and utterly stifling that Ethan has to rear away with his eyes narrowed in firm on the office door.

"Ethan," Leon coos.

The blonde makes a noncommittal sound in his throat. 

"Ethan, c'mon, look at me."

There's no way this is happening right now. No feasible way. He must be dreaming.

Ethan registers with rapt attention as Leon let's go of his wrists in favor of bringing both hands up to cup his cheeks, and whether Ethan wants to submit or not isn't really an option anymore. Determinedly, the older man coaxes him to meet his gaze again.

"Shy?" Leon teases, and then quickly changes his tune when Ethan struggles in his grasp. "Okay, okay, I was just kidding! Damn."

"Leon—"

"Hold on for a second, sweetheart. I've got a few things on my mind." Ethan's face burns as he tries to process this, process the feel of Leon's touch as it sears itself into his memory. His heart pounds so fiercely in his chest he fears that Leon can feel it, but if he does, he doesn't comment.

Leon brushes his thumbs over Ethan's cheekbones. "You thought I'd be mad?"

"It's... unprofessional," Ethan breathes.

"What is?" Leon asks. His eyes are so blue. "Wanting to see my tattoos?"

Ethan nods. Leon snickers, pulling him that much closer, and the blonde is enveloped in the smell of bergamot and gunpowder and something spicy like sage, and… what was the question again? He can't think clearly when he can feel Leon's words flit across his lips.

"The only 'unprofessional' thing I see is the subordinate about to climb into his boss's lap," Leon murmurs with a wry smile. Ethan lets out a small gasp, jolting, and Leon makes sure he doesn't slip away. "Woah, hey! I never said I didn't like it."

"L– Leon, I don't understand what's…" Ethan stutters, shivering, feeling the traces of electricity that follow Leon's fingertips. He doesn't know whether to lean into him or settle his entire weight on top of Leon, so to play it safe, he refrains from doing either.

The agent takes a moment, eyes sweeping over Ethan's features, before letting out a soft exhale. "Well, now you've seen them. I hope that helped you find some kind of clarity..."

Not even a little bit, Ethan thinks miserably.

"... But it'll probably kill you to know that there's more than just this, and I can assure you, they are much more interesting." Leon chuckles as he tugs the blonde in one last time, and kisses him, right on the corner of his mouth.

"Still distracted?" He whispers.

Ethan can't even think of a proper reply. His brain has turned to mush.

"You…"

"Mm?"

Ethan sucks in a deep breath. "You're a fucking asshole."

Leon throws his head back and laughs, and when he recovers Ethan is already swooping in for another kiss. To hell with professionalism.

#heyyy i dont usually post my writing here but #im gonna!!! >:) #*flings my drabble at u* #ethan winters #leon kennedy #resident evil #lethan

[alicemitch09writes]

(un)loving miya atsumu

eight.

let bygones be bygones

"Hey isn't that your manager?" a classmate - Segawa, asked. The two boys - Ginjima and Atsumu turned to the door, indeed finding their club manager looking around Class 2-1.

"Who is she looking for?" another classmate - Numai, wondered, sitting adjacent to Ginjima.

They hung around Atsumu's seat, which was just four tables from the door. Momentarily, their eyes met before she quickly looked away first. Atsumu made a face, just the sight of her immediately soured his good mood.

"Who knows?" Atsumu said, rather flippantly, scrolling through his social media feeds.

"You know Atsumu, it isn't nice to be angry at manager like that." Ginjima reasons, still feeling awful about the fallout between the two.

"Ah, I heard about that!" says Numai, turning to the setter he says, "That sucks, Atsumu."

"Who's the girl, by the way?" Segawa wondered and Atsumu flushed, locking his phone.

"N-None of your business." Thankfully, no one - save for him, Osamu, and (Y/N) knew who it was. Everybody was left in the dark. Heck, not even Aran knew who it was. (But he might have an inkling, as did Kita) News spread fast of the incident between Atsumu and (Y/N), with a few claims on what happened. However, they were quickly dispelled by Captain Wada and Kita-san.

"But, are you really not going to talk to her about it? I know you guys were close and all."

That's the point, you were close - best friends even. And what did you do? Lie to him, destroy his trust in you.

"Shut up, you guys don't know how I feel." the setter grumbled, mood dampening.

"Ah, she's talking to Kamisato-san." Segawa pointed.

"Kamisato?"

Looking over, a female classmate finally approaches (Y/N).

"Kamisato Mitsuki? You know, our classmate?" Numai explained, and the three turn to the said classmate.

"Class rep?" Atsumu gandered, seemingly bored.

"No, that's Odai." Segawa then gives up, seeing no use.

Looking over, the two girls were exchanging a few words, Kamisato had a pensive look on her face as (Y/N) explained something to her. (Y/N), on the other hand, looked prim, proper, cordial yet almost business-like. 

"Uwah, just her standing there gives off some sort of aura,"

“Right? But you know," Numai turns to the two volleyball players. "your manager’s a force to be reckoned with.”

Segawa nods. “Definitely a league on her own.”

Ginjima smiles at that, rather proudly. “Even our seniors and coaches think so, too!”

“She like, set the standard of what a manager should be.”

“Damn, if only we had her to manage the basketball team,” Numai complains, being part of the basketball team. “I wish our manager’s like her.”

“Yeah, but too bad she’s just not that pretty.”

“That’s kinda harsh,” Numai frowns at Segawa, who stares back with hands raised.

“Dude, have you seen her sister?”

Numai pauses, giving it a thought. “Shit, you’re right. Damn, she was pretty.”

Ginjima reddens, unsure how to respond to all that, especially because he’s never seen his manager that way.

"But hey, (L/N)'s kinda pretty too. Not as much as her sister, but she just has her own kind of beauty, I guess."

Atsumu, on the other hand, was quiet through it all, annoyed at them talking about (Y/N). Much more, than they were talking about Mika-nee. True, Mika-nee's always been the pretty one, quite possibly the prettiest girl in their school. But these two were comparing the sisters, it irked him, didn't feel right, his hands balled into fists.

“B-But manager’s smart!” Ginjima stutters, still red in the face. “Brawns over beauty!”

“Wow, those are big words, coming for you, Gin.” Atsumu teases, finally saying something.

“Hey, Atsumu, what do you think about your manager?” Segawa asks, curiously. “Is she pretty?”

Numai looks absolutely done with the other boy, Ginjima buries his face into his hands.

“Well, Gin over here was right about her being smart and all, but that’s the only thing she’s good for. As for looks?” he scoffs, looking at the open door. As if sensing his gaze, (Y/N) looks up. Atsumu sneers, loudly sharing. “She doesn’t hold a candle to her sister. Compared to Mika-nee, she’s plain. And boring.”

The three boys jump at his proclamation, a few classmates, too.

On the other hand, just by their doorstep, (Y/N) had a carefully blank expression on her face, betraying nothing. She blinks once before turning to Kamisato.

“I believe that’s all, Kamisato-san. Should you have any queries, please don’t hesitate to approach me.” 

“O-Of course, (L/N)!” The two girls bowed at each other. Kamisato stared at the paper in her hand, a pensive look still on her face.

"Oi, Kamisato! What'd manager-san ask you?" Segawa called out.

"None of your nosy business!" she yelled black, sticking her tongue out.

Curiously, Atsumu looked back at the door, only to find (Y/N) had long gone.

“How was nationals?” your sister asked, her video blurring a bit as she moved around the house.

Dressed in your pajamas, you nestled in yourself at the lounge, where the wi-fi was strongest. “We lost to Karasuno.” You tell her, hearing a shocked gasp not long later. “Yeah. We were defeated.”

“Oh no,” her face falls. “But was Karasuno strong? And who are they?”

“An old powerhouse,” you explain, scratching your scalp. “All things considered, they were a strong team with a rather unethical team synergy.” A flash of orange popped in your mind, making you smile. “And interestingly enough, Sho-chan was there.”

“Sho-chan?”

“Don’t you remember? My old playmate from Miyagi? Whose hair was the color of mikan?”

Confusion settles in her face, trying hard to remember, but nothing comes to mind. “I don’t remember. Sorry.”

Sighing, you shake your head. “No worries, that was long ago anyway.”

“Yeah, and most of your playmates then were boys!” she laughed at the nostalgia. “You were also quite the tomboy then, because you were game for about anything those boys wanted to do!”

Ransacking your brain, you did remember following after Sho-chan playing ball, riding bikes, racing, but never catching bugs. You hated bugs, spiders especially.

“So since you guys lost, do you have to leave?”

Shaking your head again, you sighed, propping your elbow against the sofa arm, check against your palm. “Nope. Tomorrow’s a free day, so we can just enjoy ourselves sightseeing, watching games, or lazing around.”

“It’s too bad the team lost,”

Shifting your lips, for some reason, your loss wasn’t all that bad. It was sad that this was the third year’s final game, there was something to be said about being so close yet so far from achieving victory, disheartening even to see the strong faces of your seniors turn into husks, a bittersweet notion when they composed themselves and just held their head high despite the loss, yet something else seemed to weigh in your heart.

“(Y/N)?”

“Ah, sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, what are your plans for tomorrow?” she asked, pulling her hair back to fix it into a bun.

Watching her (h/c) hair loop into her hands, pulling a scrunchie from her wrist to work it into your bun, you reply. “Probably buy some souvenirs for the little brother.”

She laughed at that, tightening her scrunchie one last time.

“And what kind of souvenir did he ask for?”

Exhaling through your nose, you reminisced – just a few days before you left for Tokyo.

“Nee-san, don’t forget to buy me some shirts while you’re at Tokyo!” was Kaoru’s greeting, knocking twice before pulling your door open.

Ever so slowly, you turned to him, unamused. “…you do realize that there will only be volleyball shirts available, right?” Kaoru plays dumb, smiling at you. “Kaoru, you play soccer.”

“Okay, love you, bye!”

“Kaoru!”

But the door clicked shut, his laugh echoing on the other side.

Groaning, you could only shake your head and resume packing.

You wrinkled your nose at the memory, especially because even before you left the house, Kaoru yelled out about the shirt. He can be a little shit, sometimes.

“Well, can’t blame him, he’s an athlete.” Mika reasons.

“That’s your reasoning?” Mika breaks out laughing, you could only roll your eyes. “Either way, he’s lucky that we have an extra day tomorrow and I’ll probably spend it hunting a shirt for him.”

“What do you expect from our youngest brother?”

A group of teens walks by, tourist by the looks of it. They were laughing quietly amongst themselves, bags in their hand.

The hotel the team stayed at were mostly booked by high school teams for the nationals tournament, but there were still a few tourists, they came no matter the season.

“Oh, by the way, (Y/N),” Mika starts. “you’re almost a third year now!” To which you groan. “Do you have plans for third year?”

Thinning your lips, your eyes fell away from looking at her face. “…maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Well…” you suck your teeth, playing with the ends of your hair. “it’s intimidating me, Mika. How dare you ask me that.”

She laughs at that, nodding in understanding. It makes you smile.

“Oh please, you’re miss smarty pants, you’ll figure it out.” You force a smile. “Okay, how about the twins, how are they?”

“…why are you asking me?”

“Well, you’re their best friend. Aren’t you?”

“Um, maybe.”

“Maybe?” she repeats, noting your strange turn at the mention of the twins. “Did something happen between you three?”

Swallowing, you shake your head. “No. They’re just too caught up with volleyball, Atsumu most especially, you know that.”

At that, Mika frowns, expression turning to worry. You smile thinly at her, again. She asks about the twins at times, which you artfully answer as best you could.

Considering that she’s been studying psychology, however, and being your sister, she knows your tells.

Before she could say another word, her watch beeps. “Oh, I have to go and pick up the kids from school now.”

You sigh, sad that you had to end the call. “Okay.” Peering at the time on your phone, you realized that it was getting late as well. “I should also sleep now, too.”

“Sweet dreams, (Y/N).”

“Don’t forget to call mom and uncle, okay?” you remind her.

She smiles, love in her eyes as she waves at you. “I will. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The call ends. Four hours and thirty-two minutes’ worth of call. Clicking your phone lock, your tired face stares back at you. Sighing, you stand from your spot, stretching your limbs and walking back to your room.

Brightly colored shirts were on full display, each having different words, phrases - even a whole paragraph it seems on sports virtues. Color swatches with the same design were lined up neatly, just below the hung shirts. There was even a customization corner pressed in the corner, with a design catalog that looks as though it's seen better days.

Face carefully neutral, your eyes swam around the display, unsure just which one to pick.

Well, Kaoru just said shirt, so you were free to get him whatever. Staring at a white shirt, it had the words 'fortitude' written in calligraphy. Fortitude.

"Are you planning on buying that shirt?" a voice asks behind you, dropping the shirt, you turned and met golden brown. 

"Kita-san." He smiles. Remembering his question, you turn back to the shirt, frowning. "Yeah, for my little brother."

"How thoughtful of you," you could only force a smile, putting the shirt down.

"How about you, Kita-san? Are you buying a shirt, too?"

"Yes," he nods, looking at the display. "My little brother wants a shirt as well."

Just like you, Kita was a middle child. But unlike you, his little brother - Tomoya, was a polite boy (and a bit of a tsundere, according to Akagi). He was a year older than Kaoru, though. You could understand Aran's pain when it comes to his sister, which is why you turn to Kita about dealing with younger siblings.

"Oh, he plays?"

Kita shakes his head, picking up a gray shirt with the words 'fall down seven times, get up eight'.

You then settled for a black shirt, with the words 'game over' written in white calligraphy.

“What are your plans for third year?” Kita asks, innocuously.

To which, you groan. “Not you, too.”

He huffed a laugh. “I assume your sister asked the same question?”

“She did,” you find a shirt, something in your brother’s size, frowning at the writing.

“And how did that conversation go?”

“Swimmingly,” you drone.

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“I’m not,” you tell him, shoulders sagging. “It’s the truth. How about you, Kita-san, what are your plans after high school?”

“Well, I plan on taking up agriculture, to help with the farm.”

“That suits you, Kita-san.”

“Thank you. How about you?”

“Um,” you cock your head to the side, teeth sinking into your lip. “I’m still not sure.”

That surprised him, only he didn't let it show.

"You have a lot of time, (L/N)." he tells you after the two of you paid for the shirts. "There's no need to rush."

Taking the bag from the seller, nodding gratefully, the two of you began to walk. "Yeah."

"I hear Karasuno's playing against Kamomedai next." Kita says aloud, mostly to you.

At the mention of Sho-chan's team, you paused, smiled. "That sounds like an interesting match."

"Shall we go watch?"

"Let's."

There was a scuffle in the gym when you neared, judging from the voices apparently it was the twins. Again.

Sighing, you walked in. "...are you two done bitchin' it out?" you asked bored, making your presence known. When there was no response, but stares from Ginjima, Suna, and the twins, you lifted your head from the clipboard. "Yes? Good, please start warming up."

It was the last practice with the third years. It dawned on you, watching your favorite seniors practice one last time with the rest of the team.

Following shortly after was a meeting, as well as the announcing the next captain and vice-captain.

You thought of announcing then and there of your early retirement only to stop. No. This wasn't about you. It was theirs - the third years, they, who have carried and valiantly held the foundation for the younger ones.

You were just a manager. That's it.

So you stood and watched as the third years made their parting speeches, feeling something misty in your eyes.

Heaving a heavy sigh, you managed to keep your tears at bay. 

Kita's parting speech was eloquent, straight-to-the-point, and poignant – so him. Aran, being vice-captain, tried his damnest not to cry even as he berated the team - especially the second years, to be the damn seniors they're supposed to be and support the juniors next year and win at nationals.

Later, Atsumu was announced as the new captain with Osamu as the vice, much to the dismay of the former and a few. Kita gave you a nod, smile soft, before walking off with Atsumu taking his place, making a short speech on what he'll do as the newest captain.

Immediately, you busied yourself with your journal – writing down the minute meetings, your scribbling suddenly slowing by the second. Atsumu’s voice echoed throughout the gym, tuning his voice, your eyes glued only to your penmanship, the words, the strokes, the lines-

"(Y/N)," came Osamu's quiet voice, you looked up. "is there something you want to add?"

The whole team turned to you, as did the coaches. Atsumu met your gaze, but you quickly looked away, head shaking.

"No," your voice was soft, gentle. A few third years turned to you, worriedly. "nothing."

After this, you would quietly retire.

Shortly after the meeting, you gave your partings to both Coaches – both of which were deeply saddened by your leave. However, they understood your reasonings and accepted your resignation. Turning over the track jersey, the clipboard, journal logs, and whistle felt heavy in your hands, here lies two years of your hard work and heart. Once they were taken away from you, it felt a part of you left as well.

With a bow, you turned on your heel and ran, you had one last person you wanted to see.

“Kita-san!”

Chasing after the third years, your eyes keyed on silver, quickening your pace.

Quietly turning to you, his golden eyes took you whole. Ojiro, Akagi, and Oomimi quietly went on ahead, giving the two of you the privacy you needed.

“(L/N),” his voice was quiet, acknowledging you.

“Um,” swallowing, you felt your eyes getting watery again. “Shit, uh, I just, t-thank...thank you for these two years!” You clumsily bowed, keeping your head low. “Thank you so much, Kita-san. For everything!”

“You’re welcome, (L/N).” As if remembering something, he turned to you fully, bowing as well. “Thank you for these two years as well, the team wouldn’t have made it this far without your support.”

A rebuttal was ready on the tip of your tongue, only to let it die. No. He was right, even if you didn't believe it yourself. Kita-san spoke nothing but the truth, no sugar-coating, to beating around the bush, just straight and simple facts.

He patted your head as you cried, smiling softly. “I take you’re quitting after this?”

You nod, humming weakly.

He doesn’t say anymore, just looks at you.

“I understand. But, you've come this far, you should be proud of yourself and your achievements, (L/N). It’s going to be difficult to fare without you, but I don’t want to hold you back from doing what you want." He smiles, sagely. "Good luck with the rest of your third year, (L/N). However,” he furthers, you look up to his eyes, glazed with a soft mien. “don’t be surprised to find how invaluable you truly are.”

The next day, after classes, you found yourself standing outside the student council. Kusakabe did mention that they were looking for a secretary, now that the current one was graduating. And he did praised you for your analytical mind and note-taking skills sometime back.

After class you came straight here, feet almost leading you elsewhere. Muscle memory. 

And after making a quick inquiry, here you were waiting outside, absentmindedly staring out the window, arms folded behind you.

Was it weird? Jumping on to another club for your last and final year? Especially to a club you could've joined? No. Maybe it wasn't.

What's weird is probably never having to hear the squeaks, thumps, calls, or smell Salonpas, sweat, carbonated sports drinks, and be surrounded by a bundle of tall boys brimming with nervous energy anymore. But again, no, it's not weird. It might be for the first few days, but you'll get around it somehow.

After all, it's a whole new experience, right? You could always try something new regardless of the circumstances.

However, don’t be surprised to find how invaluable you truly are.

Kita-san’s words still linger, foreboding, like a warning. Maybe he meant finding your value in a new environment?

Either way, you were going to make the most of your time in the student council, surrounding yourself by the four walls and busy yourself with school-

"(Y/N)," a voice called in front of you, cutting you from your stupor.

Shaking yourself off, you lowered your head and saw dishevelled, blond-dyed hair, and tired-looking brown eyes.

Very familiar tired-looking honey brown eyes.

Miya Atsumu.

…

…

…

Wait.

What.

"Miya-san," you found your voice, standing straighter. "What are you doing here?" there was confusion in your tone, written all over your face. Shouldn't he be at practice? He never missed practice. Ever.

Also, he was breathing rather hard, holding his knees, sweating profusely, as though he ran a marathon.

"That's what I should be asking you,” came his breathy response, slowly standing to his full height. “shouldn't you be at practice, too?"

…

Why was he looking for you?

"Oh. I quit."

Behind him was an open window, the sky was blue, someone was calling out to their friend, followed immediately by cheers of laughter.

"...w-what...?" he croaked, whispered, eyes widened and filled with disbelief.

"You heard me. I quit as manager."

Disbelief took over his face, brown eyes wide. "Wha- Why!?"

Shrugging, you calmly reply, "I have my reasons."

Something clouded Atsumu's brown eyes at your indifference and dismissal. “Heisuke-kun said you were gonna work for the student council. Is that true?”

You frowned at the mention of the younger boy until a certain memory of running into him with Kusakabe came to mind. Maybe he heard you then?

Nodding, you reply, just as calmly. “That’s right. But at the time I was considering it.”

Atsumu's stares at you, in complete disbelief. You stare back, wondering.

Just then, the moderator comes out with a club form in hand. “Thank you for waiting! Here you go, (L/N)! I look forward to having you in the student council.”

Smiling, you were just about to reach for it when Atsumu beat you to it. “Thank you, she’ll think about it. Excuse us, sensei.”

Without another word, he grabs your hand and forcefully tugs you with him.

When you both were far enough, he tears the form.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” you scream.

He screams back at you. “You can’t quit now!”

“And why not?”

He looked offended at your response. “Just cause!”

“’Just cause’ is not a good reason,” you retort angrily. Pinching your nose bridge, you close your eyes and exhale slowly. “Please go to practice, Miya-san.”

Atsumu doesn't move from his spot. “No. Not without you.”

Resigned, you look at the blond-dyed teen incredulously, wearily. “I no longer have any obligation to the club. I’ve already sent in my resignation and spoken to both Coach Kurosu and Coach Oomi.”

He doesn't back down, meeting your stare head-on. “Well, as current captain, I revoke your resignation. Who the fuck sends in their resignation?”

"If you're worried about needing a manager, don't worry, I'll help you find one."

"No need, we have you."

“Miya-san, this isn’t funny. Seriously, just go to your practice.”

“No,” he says firmly, stubbornly.

“Well, like it or not, I’ve already decided to quit as manager.” You tell him with a glare, voice icy and sharp.

“And whether you like it or not, you’re still the incumbent manager of the volleyball club.” He seemed to falter, eyes wavering slightly but hardened. “Come to practice tomorrow. I won’t ask anymore.” And without a word, he turned and left, leaving you stunned.

And some shredded papers by your feet.

The next day, even though it was against your will, you came to practice.

There was a notable tension between you and Atsumu, but no one was brave enough to address it. Osamu could only watch the two of you with a sigh, eyes sad. Only he was brave enough to do something about you both. Aran and Kita, too, but they were retired and busy with graduation.

Both coaches were tight-lipped about the matter but were surprised to find you after receiving your resignation only for Atsumu for tear it (seriously, he had zero disregard for the environment) after looking around for you.

Routinely working on your duties, you found every chance you could get to just do your part. Albeit, you were almost robotic in your motions, precise and stricter with your pointers to the team members, instilling the same cold, stoic persona everyone knew you by – even with Kita-san retiring, they could be assured that his presence lingers with you around. However, a select few watched you worryingly - specifically the second years.

"Are you seriously quitting?" Osamu had asked later after practice, helping you wash the water bottles.

You paused, not meeting his eye. Exhaling through your nose, you set the water bottles to dry, taking the rest from his hands. "I'm considering it."

"But we only have a year left," he said rather matter-of-factly, leaving it hanging on purpose.

Turning to him with a glare, he raised his hands in surrender. "I hate it when you do that,"

He shrugs, having the gall to look unapologetic. "Still, it's waste-"

"I know it is. Shut up."

Exhaling, you stared at the sink, the sound of the water dripping was almost in tune with your heart beating, gripping the lip of the basin, you stilled your breathing. "How would you feel to be constantly reminded of how your feelings were nothing more than a joke that's been toyed and fucked around? To be reminded that all your efforts were for nothing? To be reminded that you're not needed? I'm not always this stoic. I'm fucking human, too, you know."

His eyes, darker than his twin's, hardened. "Yeah. But we need you."

You had to scoff at that. "Did you need me just to make yourselves feel better after what happened? Or did you want a female presence to boost your male egos after each game?"

"That's not fair."

"No. Nor was keeping his fuck of a joke and keeping me in the dark about it." It may be long ago, but it had always left a bitter taste in your mouth, a wound so fresh and raw, leaving you feeling reduce to nothing more than a mascot.

Osamu’s mouth pressed together, unsure how to respond to that. Guilt choking him. Memories of that day flashed through his head.

“If it makes you feel better, I punched the living shit out of ‘Tsumu after what happened.”

It did make you feel better, for about ten seconds.

“Do you just want me around to give the team one pretty face to look at? To again boost your egos?”

“The point of having a manager,” Osamu starts, sounding a bit angry. “is to have someone manage, supervise, and keep the team in check. They’re the ones who support us by playing the mother hen but also being our sanity checkers when practices get us in the butt. And more importantly, they make sure that the team stays grounded through it all win or lose. You’re not a pretty face, you’re a friend to the rest of the team.”

It’s more than enough to spring tears to your eyes, as much as you hate to admit it.

“And I’m sorry if my fuck of twin made you feel any less of that.” Sighing, he puts away the last of the bottles. He stared at the ground, eyes hardened, reeling, conflict shrouded in his eyes. “But if you’re really bent on quitting, then I’m not stopping you.”

Turning to him, he was worried you’d get whiplash. 

Two years of managing the team, you were so proud of your work. You poured your whole heart into your work. You didn’t want one silly heartbreak to ruin all that.

Furiously rubbing your eyes dry – which honestly freaked and worried Osamu, you then stood straight, taller. This was very reminiscent of Kita's captainship, his refusal of your resignation.

“All right,” sensing your tone, he smiles a little. “just one more year then.”

One more year, and we'll let bygones be bygones.

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