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NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN - 5/9

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Note : So here it is ! The fifth part of Never leave me again, and daaaamn this one was SO HARD to write because it includes a character that I actually don't know very much since I didn't see them in anime yet and he's not in the live action... I read a lot of wikifan pages and reddit posts in order to get him right I hope I didn't mess up !! And Buggy is kinda acting out of character in this part, soooo it's weird, I hope you gonna enjoy it anyway.

Habitual note : english is not my native language, this is my first fanfiction ever, I don't really try hard to write things well I just give myself as an author a little treat with a lot of self insert. But I trust the buggy fandom to be nice and sweet ! you guys are the nicest person on the internet ♥

Tags : Buggy x FemReader, no use of Y/n, no physical description except for the hair color, no mention of genitals buuut it's implied that the reader is AFAB, self insert is self inserting 乁(๏෴๏)ㄏ

Content : Blood, injuries, dead mention I guess, coma, a soft N$FW scene (no porn description, just fluff TRUST ME IT'S JUST FLUFF THIS TIME I SWEAR), fever dreams, family reunion

~I offer you a blue Buggy for the ride ~

FEVER DREAM - 5/9

What was happening in front of Buggy’s eyes petrified him of terror. 

The big top was filled with an anonymous and furious mass of pirates fighting against each other. Richie was roaring and biting everything he could. Cabaji was sending spinning tops all around him in angry gestures. Everywhere, his freaks and crewmates struggled for their life, and for the safety of the circus. He didn’t even recognize the rival crew who was attacking them. He didn’t care.

Because in the middle of this chaos, you were there, fighting against a tall, menacing man, the face covered in scars - who he guessed was the captain. One of your daggers was planted in his thigh. You may not be the best fighter of the crew, but damn you were tough and he loved this about you.

“REDDIE…”

he started screaming, catching your attention. 

As you turned your head, the man you were fighting grabbed you by surprise to his chest, putting a knife under your throat. You tried to get another of your daggers, but he firmly held you, and you seemed to have trouble breathing.

Buggy’s heart raced in his chest. He detached a hand full of blades, ready to send them to your opponent, but the man pressed the knife on your throat.

“LEAVE HER ALONE YOU BASTARD, buggy screamed.

- Not a single move, clown." the other answered with a grin, "I’m not afraid of you. Everyone from east blue to west blue knows you became a pussy since you met this girl."

He pressed his knife against you a bit more, you attempted to struggle but he was way too strong. He continued his threats while Buggy froze, trying to mentally plan a way to help you. 

“Go and get all your treasure and weapons, otherwise you can say goodbye to your girlfriend.”

Buggy’s mind was on fire, divided between his concern for you and his threatened ego. In an outburst, without thinking, he sent his blades to your aggressor. 

“YOU WON’T HAVE ANYTHING, PIECE OF SHIT” he screamed.

The man in front of him dodged them easily, and an evil grim grew on his face. Without another warn, he stabbed you in the back and threw you on the ground.

“no, NO, NO”

Buggy screamed, dropping his weapon to run to you. The other captain called back his men. 

“Come on guys, it didn’t work."

With a disgusted face and a mocking smile, he passed by Buggy who was desperately trying to stop your bleedings and added

"We should have guessed that this pathetic clown couldn’t care about someone more than about his treasures. Take everything you find on your way. We leave.” 

Buggy heard him but didn’t care. He was on the knees, tears going down to his cheeks, holding you close to his chest.

“No, no, no Reddie, babe, please no”

Blood splashed from your wound, soaking his clothes, and your eyes started fading. He took you in his arms, grabbing you even closer to him, chasing red strands of hair from your eyes. He was talking to you with a nervous laugh, a sad grin on his face, way different than his habitual smile.

"Baby, doll, my love, you're stronger than that, right ? you promised to never leave me again remember ? You're not gonna break your promise right? Come on Reddie babe stay with me"

You weakly touch his cheek, breathing heavily. In your eyes, he was reading an instinctive terror. 

You tried to speak, but not a single word came out of your mouth.

You closed your eyes and your body fell in his arms, inert.

It’s been hours… days… or weeks… you didn’t know.

Last things you remembered were Buggy face, terrified, covered in tears, and a crippling pain in your chest right above your heart. 

You didn't know why you felt this weak, during the fight. It was like your body betrayed you. You were nauseous for the last few days, and fucking tired. An easy prey for an assailant.

Weakly, you opened your eyes, recognizing the room around you. You've been there before… it was .. the vogue Merry's hold ? You blinked, hearing a sob by your side. Buggy ? And… what was this thing next to him… a plush ? a... talking plush ... ?

You understood you were probably lost in another fever dream, and closed your eyes back.

~ 

"She will get better soon. I promise."

Buggy looked at Chopper. Fuck, he couldn't get used to it. When he heard about the new strawhats medic, he didn't exactly imagine it like a talking reindeer with childish behavior.

After the attack, Buggy did everything he could to save you. Fortunately the knife didn't hit your heart, and he managed to stop the bleeding with what he had on board. However, your condition was only getting worse. You threw up a few times and your fever spiked. Till this point, his crew didn't have a medic. He always thought it would be an unnecessary expense, but the thought of losing you in such a dumb way was insufferable. So he sent Cabaji to find the closest doctor, may it be aboard another ship or on land.

"Boss… I have good news, and bad news" Cabaji said when he returned on the boat.

He hadn’t even finished his sentence that a ship with a straw hat jolly roger pointed to the horizon. Buggy understood immediately, and sighed. Despite all his hate for your former crew, he was ready to accept a truce if  this could save your life.

He was a bit perplexed to see how well he was treated by the kiddoes this time. Well, he wasn't really in the same mood as when he was just a head. And he'd been the subject of a thorough body search before gaining the right to remain at your side. And your ancient friends apparently didn't want you to die. 

The little beast was, to his great surprise, a pretty good doctor. Afraid and shy at first, when he saw you he immediately changed his behavior and stopped acting like a kid.

"You did well to contact us. Her wounds are infected. She’s lucky to be alive." He said, focused on your state and very serious.

Buggy didn't leave your side, except for commodities, or when Chopper needed to examine your injuries. His makeup was almost totally gone, his hair was a mess and he hasn't had a proper sleep night for days. He wasn't very talkative, which was kinda strange for him. When he came on the boat at first, the straw hats were teasing him as always. But he didn't even answer, his heart and soul focused on you. He was way too proud to say how grateful he was that they saved your life. The only way he could express gratitude at the moment was by not being a pain in the ass to them. 

He was really surprised when broccoli hair, after visiting you, put a friendly hand on his shoulder before leaving the room, without saying anything. Or when the cook came and placed a dish by his side. "Smoked fish. A bit late, sorry" he said. He wasn't sure how he felt about this. It was so unnatural. On another hand, knowing that the strawhats didn't hate him as much as he did always annoyed him, threatening is ego in a very strange way.

The atmosphere on the boat was heavy. He had only one desire: to go back to his own ship, with you by his side, and to his habitual hate for Rubber boy's crew.

A tiny voice drew him from his thoughts.

"Buggy, she's waking up." Chopper said.

Buggy stood up and got close to you, impatient to hear your voice again.

~

This wasn't a fever dream.

You were aboard your former ship. 

Buggy was here and he didn't have any anger outburst since you woke up.

Everyone in your former crew was nice with him.

You almost died.

And you were healed by a talking reindeer who talked like a child.

What a fucking strange world.

You opened your eyes a few days ago. Buggy almost jumped on the bed, covering you in kisses, hugging you with all his forces. After Chopper told him that you needed to rest and that he should be careful, he only let his hands caress your features while the rest of his body was sitting in a chair by your side. 

“You scared me so much, holy shit Reddie I was so afraid…, he whispered.

- Hey, you can’t get rid of me this easily” you whispered, still weak, but so happy to see him.

For a moment, you just shared an intimate silence.

Your former crewmates came one by one to see how your recovery was going. You felt so much relief seeing how well they took your departure. Living by Buggy's side, you constructed a very particular definition of loyalty. You thought they would hate you for having left, but they seemed just happy to see you.

Luffy was the first one to come.

"REDDIE !!!" he screamed, before jumping on you and hugging you hard in his arms, making you suffocate. 

Buggy grumbled by your side and you could easily guess that it was hard for him to not explode in rage seeing Luffy acting so brutally, while himself was restraining to squeeze you against him the hardest that he could.

"Comon, comon rubber boy, you're gonna reopen her wounds" Buggy grumbled, sending his hands to grab him by the shirt like a kitty and put him back on his feet - Luffy arms stretching a moment before letting go.

Luffy started enumerating all adventures he went through since you left the crew without even catching his breath.

"Missed you too, Luffy" you said painfully, still hurt by his hug attack.

Zoro came later in the afternoon, with a card game. You were surprised to see Buggy and him play poker together without throwing insults at each other, but not so surprised to see Buggy literally sending an eye to Zoro's game. It was so good to see him again. You didn’t realize how much you missed him.

Sanji brought you all your meals with a charming face, and Usopp spent almost an hour talking to you about the time he ate a devil fruit but threw it up so now he was fine. You could see Buggy sat in his chair, arm crossed, grumbling. Damn he was really pissed off. You giggled, and sent him a kiss. Seeing him like this, you almost felt like you were in a family reunion, and that he was your boyfriend trying really hard to be well seen by your family. Which, well, was pretty much the case.

As the sun was going down, Chopper came to change your bandages. He insisted that Buggy left the room so he could have space to do his thing.

"Y'know I already saw her tits you rat … lucky you are I have to pee" Buggy mumbled, leaving the room however.

After Chopper left and before Buggy came back, Nami snuck into the room.

"Oh Reddie" she whispered before hugging you.

After a small talk about how you felt and how life was going, she suddenly looked at you, a serious concern in the eyes.

"Listen Reddie I don't have much time.I want to talk to you before Buggy comes back. I know you chose to leave, I know you love him, but I'm still worried about you sweetie."

You were about to reply but she stopped you, and put something in your hands. You looked at it. It was an earpiece den den mushi.

"I used something like this when I was still under Arlong's control. It is very discreet, you could easily hide it somewhere on your boat. Reddie if anything goes wrong with Buggy…

- Oh Nami you really don't have to worry. I know he's not really your favorite person but…

- Please Reddie. Promise you'll call." 

Her eyes were full of a silent fear, and you couldn't really blame her. She didn't know Buggy like you did, she didn't know what you shared with him, and probably only still saw in him the bad sociopath clown who destroyed Orange Town. You would be worried too if one of your friends left you suddenly to follow a man like this. You smiled at her softly, and put the device under the pillow.

"Sure Nami. If anything goes wrong, I'll call. Girl promise."

~

Night finally fell, allowing you to enjoy a moment alone with Bugs.

At first he insisted on sleeping in his chair, not wanting to reopen your wounds. But some lip biting and playful puns from you had wise of the poor clown. He took off his clothes and joined you under the cover for a tender embrace. 

You felt like you were crystal made under his hands. It was so different from everything you shared with him before. Buggy was an expert for passionate quickies in random places and for making things rough and louds. This night, however , his gestures were soft and careful, filled with concern. All your body was more sensitive than usual - especially your breasts, probably due to your injuries. Every touch of Buggy felt electric. 

The silence in the room was only broken by small pleasure sighs and your panting respirations. As both of you were reaching your climax, you took his head in your hand and with an infinite tenderness you kissed his nose. Buggy's eyes opened wide, and he started laughing, before biting your neck. All your body melted, submerged by the adoration you felt for him.

 In the afterglow, he spooned you tenderly, his arms crossed on your chest, carefully not touching your wounds.

"I love you so fucking much, redhead bitch." Buggy whispered to your ear.

You shivered. It was the first time he told you that he loved you, casually, frontally, without having a panic attack or hiding it behind a silly joke. You let yourself go in his arms a bit more.

"I love you too, stupid clown" 

You said softly, falling asleep against him, butterflies in your stomach as you were hearing his heart pounding behind you.

Buggy's arms were crossed and he looked away, pretending he wasn't listening. 

The two of you were right in front of the makeshift bridge going from the strawhats boat to his own. Chopper was telling you how to take care of your injuries on your own. You had to stay a few days on Merry in order to recover, and damn those were the worst days of his life, between his concern about you and the fact he felt like a leashed dog with this stupid truce…

For a moment, he was scared seeing you so happy with your former crewmates. A vivid insecurity punched his heart. What if she realizes she is more happy with them ? What if she left me again for them?

He couldn't support the idea of losing you another time. However, the night you shared in your tiny medical bed chased his pains away. You were his. Even if he couldn't get rid of all his trust issues this easily, he felt better.

He raised an eyebrow looking at Chopper. The little beast was still telling you how to take care of your scars after healing.

"Guy, listen, I know how to take care of my wife, can we go now ?" Buggy mumbled, impatient to break the truce.

He would never admit it but of course he actually listened to every single word Chopper said. He didn't want to lose you with another infection. He has been so scared, when you almost died in his arms. He never felt so scared in his entire life. 

Since you left the bed, one of his hands was always on your waist in a protective gesture. He couldn't wait to bring you home and take things back where you left them. To find back your life of freedom, alcohol and lust. To be alone with you.

Chopper stopped talking. Even if he gained trust while Buggy was on the ship, he was still not very reassured beside him. He nodded nervously, before looking at you.

"The most important thing is that you need to rest, and avoid the fights for a moment. In your condition … it would be dangerous for you and the baby.

- … wait, what ?" You said, not sure of what you just heard.

"Oh I thought you knew it ?" The reindeer answered, showing your belly with his hooves. "You're pregnant."

You hiccuped two times.

First when you heard Chopper's words.

Secondly when Buggy's arms literally fell on the ground at your feets.

~

OOF THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE, finding a way to combine Chopper innocent & childish personnality with a pregnancy announcement was SO HARD, but it was important for the story that the strawhats helped you and I didn't know how to manage it. Ye I said I didn't care if things were poorly written but still... I have standards. I probably be inactive for a week, my wife and I are going in a romantic trip together. I'll try to write the part VI before going ! Can't wait !! ᕕ(♥ヘ♥)ᕗ

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୨⎯ " Made Just For You " ⎯୧

"You're pouring your heart out ,I'm acting like I knew, You held me so down, So down I never grew, oh I tried to find out, When none of them came through, And now I'm stuck in the middle, And baby had to pull me out, oh" - Streets by Doja Cat

Content Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Cum-eating, ADA! reader x Fyodor, Doggy style(?), Cock-warming, spanking, Fyodor is very ooc, Dom! Fyodor, sub! reader, slight thigh ridding, Cunnilingus , home office sex, cursing, petnames.

A/N: I hope you guys Fedoor lover enjoy this! and I'm sorry if you felt like my grammar(s) are wrong or smtg tbh english is not my first language and if you feel like you once read this on a draft paper from your classmate or smtg, no. You didn't. This stuff been in my drafts longer than my grandma but anyways I really hope y'all like this stuff

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Hands trembling, reaching out the door handle. Slowly, you open the door with hesitation. "Umm, sir? Are you in there?" Soon you spoke while opening the door that leads to that bastard's office. You might wonder who I'm talking about. one and only Fyodor Dostoyevsky. The wanted criminal, the manipulator, the leader of the rats in the House of the Dead, a member of the Decay of the Angels, and also the most dangerous ability user you've ever met.

You look inside the home office and see no sign of Fyodor. He'll usually let only God know what he's planning to do to get rid of the sinners. You came here because the stupid armed detective agency made you finish a mission as soon as possible. Your mission is to steal one piece of data from his computer, transfer it to a USB drive, and then return. But it takes you 7 months to do it, and right now you're going to accomplish it. You're tired of playing darling with Fyodor for 7 months—faking your name to him, trying to like things that he likes so he'll be impressed by you, acting so innocently to grow his ego. To be honest, you did lose your virginity to this devil/rat before anyone else in the agency.

You close the door behind you. Sighing, you walk closer to his desk. You swear that if he suddenly went up to the office you'd shot yourself to death, You open his computer, trying to find the stupid data that the agency wanted. Once you found it, you plugged in the USB. While you're waiting for it to transfer, you sit down in his office chair and think about everything you've done for him.

To be honest, you have had some great times with him. And you're kind of sad that you're going to leave him, but you have to. And after rethinking several times, Nikolai begged Fyodor to let you join the Decay of the Angels, but Fyodor refused despite your safety. And let's be real, you do have a little crush on Nikolai. Because, in nature, he is similar to you, and you are similar to him. 

Drifting off suddenly, a voice spooks you. "I didn't know you're a sneaky little bitch, Myshka, or shall I say y/n from the armed detective agency? You think I didn't notice you were faking your name, mousy?" You recognized his voice when it spoke to you. You didn't know when he was in the office, but he's been watching you for a while now. Standing up, you reply, "Ah! Fedya, dear, what are you talking about? I'm just in here because it's the warmest room in here! And who's this y/n girl you're talking about?" You lied (oh, come on now, you're y/n); "shall I call you by your full name, Myshka? Y/n L/N? I knew from the beginning, dearest. Should I kill you so no one remembers you, or… are you going to be our doll?" he paused. You were stunned by his words. You're not ready to die! And he knew that "Cheiri" is not your real name; he knew everything, including your mission. The agency was well aware that you were no longer the ideal candidate! "What'd you say, Myshka?" He inquires, resting his hand on your chin. "W-what do you mean by our doll?" Gulping you reply. You knew Fyodor was into punishing you (it's called crime and punishment for a reason), but you didn't think he was into sharing with you. "Oh, dear, do you think I'm going to keep in here all for myself? Ah, it'll be paradise if so, but dearest, have you forgotten? Paradise is so hard to achieve, and I haven't worked that hard to achieve it so easily. In order to achieve paradise, you must have an opponent." He began to whisper next to your ear. You glance toward the USB; you didn't have a choice but to pick the second option. You can escape later. Or so you thought.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you pull him into a passionate kiss, where he slides his tongue into your wet cavern. He put his hand on your waist. Another hand travels in your dress, groping one of your breasts and slightly squeezing it. You moaned into the kiss, your body becoming warm as well. He broke the kiss, and you're a panting mess. "I suppose you wanted to be our doll, Myshka. A whore who was made just for me." He says while rubbing both of  your cheeks with his thumb, and you nod. "Yes, sir, I was made just for you." Pleased with your response. Smirking, he kisses you again, but this time it's more of a hungry kiss, peppering your chin and neck with small kisses and love bites. "I'm going to mark you up before Nikolai can." He murmurs into your skin, sending vibrations through it. "Mhm, yes, please... Take me as yours." You mewl in his ears. It's like music to his ears; you're on fire with your cheeks flushed pinkish. Fyodor bit down on that one certain spot of your neck to earn an embarrassed choke-moan from you. "Ack!" You swing your hand to cover up the lewd noise you make. Fyodor notices it and grabs your wrist, stop sucking your neck. "There's no need to be shy, Myshka. I want everyone to know you're my slut who's drooling over her master's cock and moaning mess for me when I enters her." He whispers while removing your hand from your lips. He stared at you for a second before kissing you again.

His hands are now working on the front of your dress, pulling down the ribbon of your dress; he never broke the kiss while at it. He stopped kissing you and smirked to himself. You were confused by his actions; he sat down on the office chair and faced you. " Strip." You stared at him, not knowing whether you should strip naked or let him do it for you. "Should I repeat myself, mousy? Strip now; just leave your panties on. Did I really fuck you that good till it fucked your brain too, Myshka?" He spoke with a sadistic grin. 

You start to strip off everything you're wearing except for your white lacy panties which he likes to see you wearing. He stares at your naked body with no expression, but the bulge in his pants is evidence that he's turned on. " c'mere." He said this while patting his lap and motioning for you to sit on his thigh. You couldn't bring yourself to disobey him, so you sat on his thigh, facing him. His hand travels on your bare back and stops right on your ass, giving it a teasing squeeze that makes you bite your lower lips to keep quiet. He kissed you unexpectedly, and you swear you felt him smirking while he kissed you. While he was busy kissing you, you rolled your hips back and forward on his thigh, chasing your own pleasure.He immediately spanked your ass, which made you break the kiss. "What was that for? It hurts.." You hiss at the pain, which will most likely leave a red mark on your ass cheeks. "Oh? My little mouse is very needy, isn't she? And if you keep going, you'll stain my pants with your own arousal. Plus, you'll know who you belong to." He said this while rubbing that red spot on your ass while wearing his famous smirk. 

You're too needy to think straight, so you got up and sat on his desk, spreading your legs. "Please, Fedya.." you said while pushing your panties to the side so he'd get a full view of your glistening pussy. He moves the chair closer to you, resting his head on your thigh and caressing your left thigh with his other hand. "Please what, dear? I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want, Myshka." He threw a smile at you. "Fuck me like a slut, fuck me until I can't walk, punish me, degrade me, eat me out, fuck me until I forget everything but you." You beg him just to get a low chuckle out of him.

"As you wish, Myshka." He went closer to your crotch, both hands spreading your thighs and preventing you from closing them. While making eye contact with you, he kisses one of your inner thighs and begins to nibble on it with small kisses. A small whimper escapes from your lips, pushing your hips closer to his face. "I barely touch you, and you're so needy already. I wonder if anyone saw you like this. All desperate for me." He murmurs to himself, and without a word, he shoves two fingers into your wet pussy just to earn himself a high-pitched scream from you. He moves his fingers in a slow, torturous pace, slightly curling them upward to find a spot to make you see stars. You wanted his fingers deeper in your throbbing core; you rolled your hips, and as you rode his fingers, he pulled away. "Why did you stop? I want more,  please." You begged him; tears began to fill your eyes. All he did was give you a smirk. He didn't speak; instead, he buried his face in your crotch, giving it kitten licks. "Fuck-fuck more, deeper, please." You're too needy for him; deep down, he was shocked because for no reason you're in heat; he was about to punish you, but why? You're so horny when you're about to meet Lucifer himself.

He suddenly began to suck up your pussy that makes you shake so violently, and his hand that was wet from your juices went to rub your clitoral area in circles. " mhmm ahh more~" You mewl while pulling his hair so he'll get closer to your clenching hole, and it doesn't take much time for you to feel like you need to release. "Ah fuck! I'm cumming. Please, ah, Fedya ngh fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" He didn't stop sucking you at all when you announced you were getting close to your orgasm; instead of slowing down, he started to lap his tongue more deeply into your cunt. You feel a knot snap inside of you when you realize you squirted on his face. You were a panting mess, gasping for air. He collects your cum on his fingers, then taps it on your lower lip and says, "Open up." and you, being a good obedience pet, did what he said and started lapping your own cum on his fingers. He looked at you, slightly smiling to himself. "What's so funny?" You ask after licked his fingers clean. "Nothing, dear. It's just… It's only the beginning of our game, and you've already worn out. I didn't even properly fuck your pretty pussy yet." He's right. He's not going to let you get out of this punishment that easily.

He stood up, looking down at you who's lying on his office table, all messed up from him, just like he wanted. Leaning down, he kissed your lips while your naughty hands undid his pants. He notices it immediately, but he didn't let you stop; it's part of his plans after all. You can feel his cock pressed against your clothed crotch, but you want him inside right now. " Mmm Fedya, I want you.. inside of me.. I wanna carry your babies, please." You whisper to him while French kissing him; your hands wrap around his neck, and you don't want to let go. "Of course, dear. Even if your body refuses to carry my children, I'll fuck you until you can carry it." He murmurs into your lips, and you only hum in reply.

You broke the kiss because you needed to breathe, only for him to kiss your cheeks and say, "Stand up and bend over the desk, dear; I'm going to make you feel so so so fucking good." He demanded, and since you're so fucking needy, you did as he said. He's only in his boxers since his pants are across the room because of you.

Ass up in the air, panties around your ankle, waiting for him to ruin you in one thrust. "Mmm, can you hurry up a little, sir? It's cold."  Your desperate plea made him chuckle to himself. "My, my, tell me, dear, which one of your cute holes you want me to fill up with my cock? Your ass or your pussy?" He leaned down from behind you to your ear level, whispering those filthy things. "My pussy sir, since it was made just for you."

Smirking at your reply, he lined his erection and shoved it in your pussy, receiving a loud moan from you. He let you adjust his cock for a second, and you could feel his cock brushing your cervix, so deep in you, like you were becoming one. "My, you're so sinful yet so precious, like a fleshlight that was made just for me." His hands travel down to your hips, keeping you from moving too much. He then starts to thrust in your clenching hole slowly yet so deeply. Every thrust he made made you see stars, making you feel like a virgin again. You felt like you were getting closer as the tip of his dick brushed your cervix again, and that's where you came on his cock following with a moan; you swore you could feel his dick twitching inside of you.

And that's when you heard a groan from him: "Oh fuck-hah, I'm so close, mousy, I wanna fill you up.. Hah fuck!" He said between his breath, his thrust getting sloppier than before, and his movement—making your tits bounce, your mouth hanging open, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your breathing getting heavier each time—the whole room got a strong smell of sex. You can't think. All you wanted was for him to fill you up with his thick cum; you'd never felt so satisfied by him before. "I'm cumming-you so fucking good, fuck-ahh, love." A second later, his white cement painted your velvet walls white. He's so fucking deep in you too. You don't want him to pull out of you, but he did, and all you could do was whine due to his cock leaving you feeling empty again.

He sat down on his office chair and asked you, "Don't you want to warm me up, dear? It's cold in here, isn't it?" He spread himself out, making some space for you to sit on his crotch, warming it. Your legs are sore and wobbly from the event, but he pulls his chair closer to the table where you got all bent over it, making it easier for you to sit on him. You tried to turn yourself around with the lack of energy you had, and you succeeded. You are now facing him, holding yourself up with both of your arms. His knee now touching your skin, he snakes his arm around your waist to help you warm him up. Pulling you down so his cock meets your entrance, he pushes you down to his cock, taking him all, making you wince due to your senses. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, hugging him like a koala, and your face snuggles up into his neck. His hand travels down your bare back, slowly drawing circles with his fingers. Slowly, you feel like you're drifting off, and the last thing you heard before falling asleep was, "My, you're so perfect, like we're meant to be together. Ah.. what's that you said again, love? You're made just for me? I'm so lucky to have you, and you will be mine forever because you're made just for me and I just made for you."

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Almost - 1

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, NSFW 18+ content MDNI, mentions of heavy drinking and getting drunk, drunken fluff, drunk foreplay inc. dry humping, oral fem!receiving, cheating(?), pining, angst, comfort (?), stupidly complicated, surprising and agitating

part 1 - 8.4k words ; part 2 - 6.7k words

A Miya Osamu x reader ft Miya Atsumu one shot, is this one shot?

a/n: y'all can cuss me on this piece LMAO, more clues, read between the lines and you might pick up more clues

Blaring beats, an ocean of alcohol and drunk people, intoxicating smell, annoying big feet of people not being kind on your own, flirty gestures, incessant stranger grindings, travelling hands.

Ugh.

"Drink."

You shouted at your friend's ear and you didn't wait for her to respond. She's busy with someone else, you doubted she heard you. You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the bar counter, dodging people along the way.

You were with five friends when you got here, and now, the only friend you're with is dancing and grinding with someone else, leaving you to yourself. You wanted to go home. Why did you even give this bar hopping a chance? You still have reports to finish. You kinda regret having an apartment so close to the nightlife alleys of Osaka.

"Y/n, it's going to be fun, come on!"

"Don't be a KJ. Let's goooo~"

"Unwind, Y/n. Go out there and flirt!"

And the last one just offered you a laugh because she knows you're giving in all the same.

You pursed your lips as the bar counter comes to view. You ran a hand on your bare face and fixed your topー

ーthen you saw that hair you'll recognize anywhere.

Done with this part? Go to part 2.

You stuttered in your steps, the other alcohol creatures blurring, eyesight focused on his hair and built, the expanse of his back. Your breath quickened and your feet turned to the door's direction, heartbeats louder than the bar's music.

"'Samuuuu~ that 'ya?"

Fucking shit.

Out of the door., Y/n.

"'am with friendsss, 'ya know them~"

Fuck. Fuck!

FASTER!

"Oh! One's there! Y/n~"

I'm gonna kill her later., you thought as you turned around. The last thing you wanted to happen is him getting suspicious about you avoiding him and his fucking Miya ego.

Your lip twitched at your friend who's giggling now, making distance from the man, giving you space in between. You unconsciously cleared your throat before settling down, fiddling your fingers as you waited for somethingーanything. Until your friend groaned at your side.

"Two stiffs!" She laughed and wobbled out of her high chair. One hand combing her hair back, she flashed a lopsided smile, can't even see straight. "Alright, 'am gonna dance~ 'Samuu~ keep her company, 'yea?"

Furrowing your brows, you looked over your shoulder as your eyes followed her, not even waiting for Miya Osamu to respond. You let out a shaky laugh as you faced the counter again, the bartender eyeing you from the other end if you might want him to whip you a drink.

"What are 'ya drinkin'?" Really, Y/n? Is that your first line of conversation after so many years?

"Sum'thin' ta get me drunk?" Of course.

You smiled awkwardly at the bartender as he makes his way to your direction, "Can 'ya give me more of his drink?"

"ThーThat's notー" You didn't miss the fast flicker of the bartender's eyes to Osamu for a moment. "That's not a ladies' drink, miss? And it's a mix just e-exclusive for S-sir Osamu?"

You raised a brow at that stuttering from the bartender. "So you're a regular here? And why can't I drink tha' mix? I'm a grown up now. We're both 19."

Osamu scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes reveled at the drinking side-profile of this disgustingly attractive man, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down his sip. You saw how his tongue peeked through his lips to lick the smeared mix, you sucked a breath and closed your eyes momentarily as you saw him in Osamu.

"Give 'er 2 of this, Rami. She's a grown up, she says."

"Thought 'ya were stayin' in Miyagi?"

You started a futile topic as you waited for your drink. But futile? Your brows shot up when he side-eyed you while tipping his shot glass to his lips, you nearly smirked. He's still the same old Osamu 2 years ago. Everything about her invites him in.

"Will be stayin' here in Osaka ferーdon'noーtwo weeks? Three?" His fingers ran up and down his shot glass as he stared at it. "Might go see 'Tsumu an' stay with 'im within that period."

You hummed as the bartender, Rami, slid a shot glass of Osamu's mix. "So how was Miyagi?"

"S'okay."

The shot glass was cold to your touch as your fingers ran round the brim. Your eyes were fixed on the red mix inside it, ripples to the edges, as the questionーor more like a rhetoric question or maybe a declarationーsat at the edge of your tongue. And you smiled, chuckled.

"Yer still in love with her."

And without missing a heartbeat, an "I do.", came out from Osamu's lips, and that sealed it.

But how did it came to this?

You can feel his big, calloused hand in yours. It feels light, so as your steps, feels like your skipping on cotton ground and his hand in yours keeps you stable. But no. He suddenly twirled you by his side and your already swirling world spinned a bit more your weight crashed to his still solid posture, a hand on his chest. And Osamu chuckled, and you broke a laugh with him. And both of you will never know how ridiculous the stares you were both getting from passerbys.

His breath whiffs through your face, his forehead leant against yours. In your drunk state, you smiled at how close his face were, his gray locks flickering to blond time again and you were mesmerized.

"I'm hungry." His voice so deep it reached your core and you tapped his shoulder, receiving his message.

The next thing your mind registered was him holding your waist against him, your arms around his neck as you both swayed to a slow music on what seem to you as an aisle of a convenience storeーor is it a pharmacy?

"Yer a hopeless romantic." You heard yourself slurred against his hold, your fingers unconsciously tugged on his golden locks as he kissed the side of your head. "Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer 'ya."

"'am an asshole tha' don' deserved ta be loved."

And you chuckled snuggling to his shoulder for comfort through your swirling surroundings.

Then your consciousness teleported you to your apartment, with someone kissing you and groaning, licking your tongue, his smell so addicting even over the alcohol and he stopped all at once at the sight of your eyes, pulling back.

"Ya smell like alcohol." He slurred, scoffed as he slumped hard at your genkan and untied the straps of your sandals. "Yer heart's gon' burst, hm, Aki-nii-san will kill me."

And you whimpered as he kissed the part of your thigh where your short shorts end. You felt his head buried against both your thighs, hugging it while sniffing. It took a while for you to realize he was crying, it shattered your heart a little so you card hisーwhy is his hair shifting from blond to grayーfuck, alcohol.

"'Am sorry. Shouldn't have left ya that day. Should'a calmed down. Should'a waited fer ya to say sum'thin'. 'Am s' sorry. Please c'me back ta me. Please don' choose 'im. Please. Please choose me 'gain. 'Am beggin' ya."

He suddenly sprang from his feet after ranting those words and crashed his lips against yours vigorously and carried you to God knows where. Your head is spinning and you can't understand what's he sayingーfuck, you could feel his hard-on grazing against your cunt over your shorts at his every step, it made you feral.

You feel him grinding back, pushing you to the fluffy surface on your back. You realized you're already in your bed, clothes off with just your underwear left, hooded eyes clouded with lust pinned on you. He's also naked with just his boxers and you moaned as his pace went faster, your jaw slacked at the pleasure he's giving your body.

"Fuck~ s' good~"

He dipped to your neck and sucked your skin, throaty groans from him tickled your ear straight down between your thighs, gushing juices leaking.

"S' wet fer me. Shall eat ya now, huh?"

You felt your mind slurred and it's trying to focus but the alcohol in your system drags it all over the place, drowned at the pleasure he's giving you, then you felt it. A wet muscle in your slit, licking your clit and sucking that made you moan and hands flying to his hair, tugging it closer. You felt that wet muscle licking your entrance and you gasped as he licked inside and up to your clit again, arching your back at the pleasure. And you don't know but everything just focused on him in a snap, him getting rid of his boxers and taking out his wide girth, your eyes raked from his abs to his face, to his eyes and your eyes widen.

And something snapped in Osamu too as he stared at your wide eyes, the trance of that lethal mix quickly evaporating from his body momentarily. His eyes travelled down to your heaving chest, erect nipples, his hand on your abdomen, pressing, and to your leaking cunt and his own hard meat rod.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His panicked gray eyes flew back to yours, "I'm sorry."

He quickly scrambled away from you, searching for your underwear to wear it back on you, picking his boxers to wear it back too. "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

He was quick to change back to his clothes, faster than your mind processing what was happening. When you came to be, all dressed again, he was already gone out of your apartment.

Fuck. What was that?

And Osamu thought about that question too as he made way to the nearby bus stop, padding on his pockets for his phone. His hand was shaking as he dialed through the screen and held it out on his ear, gulping and breath all ragged.

"Where are ya 'Samu? Rami said 'ya already wen' out hours ago all wasted!"

"'Tsumu. Can I sleep beside ya?"

"Haaah?! Waz gott'n inta ya? Drunk bad?"

"Ask him where he is."

But Osamu's emotions went flooding already, long cherished memories reeling back to his mind it made him sob so hard, making him sick and wanted to vomit. He did, and Atsumu heard it.

"Can you go around one more time, Kiyoomi?"

The seriousness of Atsumu's voice over the line, devoid of his usual accent, made Osamu sob hard again, muttering apologies Atsumu can't understand what it is for.

"So, what happened to you?"

With a groggy mind, Osamu blinked the drowsiness away and scanned his surroundings.

It's already morningーor afternoon? And not on his apartment.

He groaned as he heard multiple dings from his phone, resonating with the throbbing in his head. He padded about the mattress to find his phone, but instead he felt a hand on his left. He peeked on the floor and saw Atsumu, lying on a futon staring back at him.

"Can I sleep beside ya?"

Damn, he forgot they just have single beds here at their dorm. How drunk was he.

"'Samu?"

"Yer practice?"

Osamu heard ruffles of the futon as Atsumu sat up, face all irritated. "Yer more important! Ya just got back from Argentina yesterday 'n went straight drinking. What. Happened?"

"Nothing." At last, he got hold of his phone just beside his hip and unlocked it, seeing the topic of the GC. "Nothing happened."

Atsumu just stared at his exhausted twin and sighed. "MSBY's operations and events are transferred to Sendai. Just fer a year or two. Talked ta the management. They can't afford ta lose sum'one like 'im."

Osamu just nodded, mind all clouded with the picture he saw in the GC. "Does he know?"

"Not yet. He'll be happy nun'theless."

"'Tsumu, can ya not look at me with those eyes?"

"Waz jus' worried is all."

"'Am fine."

He's fine. He has to.

Osamu can feel drool seeping from a fabric across his chest. A sleeping feral creature was finally calm as they both napped in the couch. This feral creature wailed and wailed a while ago as her brother was taking a bath with her dad and she just calmed down as Osamu cradled her to his chest, humming her to sleep.

"She really likes you, 'Samu."

Osamu scoffed, his eyes not leaving little Hinata, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of her clothing. "No. She fell asleep because I hummed to her her dada's song."

Ran hummed as she propped her elbow at the back of her couch, gracing her eyes with the sight of her little girl with her bestfriend. Footsteps and grumbling and baby noises came near and her husband kissed her cheek out of nowhere, Takeshi flapping his knuckles on Ran's arm.

"'Samu, first day of classes today right? Take care of Ran and Hinata as usual, okay? Might pick you three up on the way home."

And as if on cue, Hinata squirmed and whined against Osamu's bare chest, waking up to her dad's voice. Osamu was already smiling, peeking on her as she blinked hard, maybe calibrating where she is and when she didn't see her father, she cried. Osamu quickly sat up, supporting her and facing her to her dad who was passing little Takeshi to Ran to hold Hinata.

Osamu passed her to him, placing the cloth she drooled over to his shoulder, and he yawned, poking to Takeshi's cheek who was watching him yawn, chocolate eyes staring. "No ladies for Dada, 'Keshi, okay? Or Mama's gonna sell you for not doing your work."

And Takeshi gripped Ran's collar and hid his face to her neck to which Osamu and her husband chuckled at the sight. Ran immediately cooed while glaring daggers at Osamu, of whom raised his hands on surrender as he walked to his room.

"Take care of 'Keshi."

"Take care of Ran, 'Samu."

Always.

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE HER!?"

"SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"SHE WASー"

He was saved by Ran's knocks, cold water gliding his back, a hand anchoring him to the tiled wall. He was breathing heavy as a memory came to him, he gulped hard. He never had this memory for a while. Maybeー

"'Samu, we're gonna be late." Osamu then went under the shower one last time. "And please, get a girlfriend already so you wont bother 'bating." And her high pitched laugh irritated the hell out of him. He picked his body wash and threw it against the bathroom door, which just intensified Ran's laugh, echoed by cute giggles from Hinata. Osamu groaned. He's gonna go crazy.

Hinata can't stop flapping her arms as she was strapped in Osamu's chest and facing front. Strangers stops and waves hi to the cute little golden pumpkin and be mesmerized by Osamu's shy smile as they head for the culinary class in this certain building in Osaka. Good thing they got permission for bringing babies, and good thing Hinata's a cool baby, as long as she can smell her dada's scentーthat's now became Osamu's perfume, too, and begrudgingly wearing one of his shirts that's a little off for himーand be entertained by her pacifier and new surroundings and strangers.

And Ran can't help grinning at the sight and murmured at his earshot, "You're really good with babies, you wanna go marry and have your own kids?"

Osamu didn't like that idea so he glared at Ran who chuckled and apologized immediately, attempted on relieving him of the baby bag but Osamu held on it tighter and flicked her forehead.

"Behave, or I'll snitch you on Aki-nii-san and Kei, or worse onー"

But Osamu chuckled as he saw Ran glaring back at him so he ruffled her golden hair and held her hand, dragging her to wherever the class will be held.

And you sucked your breath as you saw him again after a year and a half, through the glass partition, with a baby and a golden-haired lady following him. Ran.

Don't enter this room, please don't.

Time was slow but as if mocking you, they really did, with the baby squealing and flapping her arms at the new environment she's in, golden eyes scanning. Your eyes darted to Osamu's steel cold eyes that's already staring back at you, a look of recognition flashed across his face.

And someone hummed, your eyes darted to Ran peeking on you through Osamu's side and she's smiling at you, eyes flickering to you and him. Your breath was heavy as your eyes travelled back to the baby girl with golden baby hairs, and back to Osamu's eyes. How many seconds was frozen? Fuck.

"You know her, 'Samu?"

"No." And it was your turn to be frozen, breathing stopped, everything. "I don't."

"Uhuh?"

You suddenly felt a hand holding yours out for a handshake and you saw Ran beaming at you. "Hi, I'm Ran. This is Osamu, and my baby, Hinata."

You shook her cold hands while still staring at Osamu who has his brows now furrowed, jaw set. You introduced yourself to Ran awkwardly anyway. How could you not? She's warm and obviously oblivious of the tension. You might as well save her the trouble.

This was the first day of the cooking class you enrolled to to curb out the stress you have from studying Law. And here is another stress of its own destructive caliber. It was hard enough to move on from that night, but here he is again, reminding you again of his existence. And is that his baby? She looks a lot like her mom then.

Your hands were colder than the industrial kitchen top as the lecture went on but was warming as you unconsciously played with the baby sitting atop between you and Ran, Osamu on the other side. But the lecture passed by and you noticed the baby staring at you wide eyed, tears welling up, well it actually had fallen already to her chubby cheeks, and her lips quivering, and aww, not making a sound. It broke your heart as you wipe her tears away.

Ran noticed it and was about to reach for her baby but Osamu's reflexes kicked in. He nuzzled the baby's face against his neck quick, curbing an impending tantrum session as he softly hum a tune you didn't know. You suddenly felt guilty but Ran reassured you with a smile and urged you to listen back to the lecture.

"Still not time for milk, 'Samu. Diappy's still dry too."

"Her random naps."

Your face ghosted a slight smile at the conversation.

The whole session was all lecture for today, and the instructor promised you all that it will be a cooking session next, it lifted a bit of your mood. Much more when you stepped out of the building and you saw your boyfriend waiting with some of his teammates. You quickly checked your phone for his messages and smiled apologetically to him.

Oh no. I was that nervous that I didn't noticed him messaging me.

"'Tsumu?"

Your face paled, not that you didn't expect this butーYou closed your eyes to calm yourself.

"Ran! 'Nata!" A big man lugged past you towards Ran. "Surprise!"

"Hey! Baka! You left Takeshi!"

But your eyes and attention were focused on Atsumu, coming out of his car and walking towards you. You were gradually calming as he closed the distance, out for a hug and a kiss on your forehead.

"Aw, she's not single 'Samu. Andー"

"ーEXCUSE ME? MR MIYA ATSUMU?"

Atsumu groaned at your forehead and you rubbed his back, chuckling at his reaction. "Yer mom brain's acting up. Told ya last week I got back with her. And you were the firs' ta know. Even told ya before 'Samu!"

"Ya didn't~" You heard him mused as he passed the baby to the big man's arm waiting, with also a baby boy in his other arm.

Atsumu growled at Osamu and you patted his chest and smiled. "S'okay, I already know Ran and yer teammates."

You heard a huff, a familiar huff, "Let's go. It's almost milk time."

The others heeded and shuffled at Osamu's words and you felt rejected by Atsumu's own twin, but it wasn't unprecedented, given what had happened. You wonder if he remembers, but no, it didn't matter. It shouldn't.

A hand got yours and you saw Ran beaming at you. "You're staying at Atsumu's? Gonna catch up soonest, okay?" And it's comforting.

"No. You're gon' let her join yer cult! No way!" But Ran just smiled at Atsumu, menacingly at that, that made him shut up and whimpered down his throat, you nearly laughed.

"Plushie! Let's go!"

Ran waved her bye to you but rolled her eyes to Atsumu and Kiyoomi peeking from Atsumu's car's back seat. She skipped her steps to their own car, taking the baby boy in her arms.

"Don't let her join your cult, you'll just teach her how to curse us and make us suffer."

"Excuse me, plushie, but it's not a cult!"

And never once did Osamu bat an eye on you through that whole encounter.

"So Osamu already has kids?"

Kiyoomi was the first to react, snorting while scrolling through his phone. Atsumu was patient though, shaking his head while his eyes are on the road. "They're her husband's, 'f'cors."

"But Osamu?" Husband? She's already married? 18? 19?

Atsumu hummed. "When he married Ran, he also kinda married Osamu in some sense." He snickered, and his little reactions tugging your heartstrings through the gut-wrenching topic. "Marry one, take one."

Your gut twisted more at what he said and how he said it. "B-but, Osamu loves her, right? Does her husband know? Does she know?"

Atsumu glanced at you, the sunset haze flashing through the windows and his blonde locks, and smiled sadly. "Yes, he knows but she doesn't. But that matter is between Ran and Osamu so he can't interfere. And bokkun knows Osamu respects him and his marriage with Ran so there's nothin' to worry about, fer now."

"A hell of a complicated relationship, right?" You heard Kiyoomi commented as you settled the topic, eyes straight through the dash, to the bustling streets of Osaka.

A hell of a complicated relationship huh?

You hummed as you felt a soft, wet touch on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open and instantly smiled to his beaming self.

"Leavin' already?" When the sleep finally unlatched from you, you sprang up from the bed, blanket sliding down your body revealing your bare chest, and your head hitting Atsumu in his jaws gaining an Ow. "Yer bento!"

"NoーOwーNo rushing." You bit your lip as you heard Atsumu whine while getting off bed and getting a shirt from his stack of clothes and him sitting at the edge of your shared bed. "Can ya bring me my bento later then?"

You stared lovingly at him as you slid onto his shirt. "Okay." He hummed at your approval and leaned you into him and kissed your forehead, also leaving a lingering kiss on your lips to which made your eyes sparkle. "I love you, 'Tsumu. Take care okay?"

"I love you too, so much, butー" You cocked a brow on him as he flashed a playful smile at you while hugging your waist, thumbs making miniscule strokes. "ーwhat will ya do if I get on an accident? Or die?"

And your loving moment was brushed back to the edge of the room as your mood soured at his question. His smile faltered as he observed your facial reaction. But that was just the tip of the iceberg of how he thought his question affected you.

"Not a good question to start our morning, Atsumu."

"I'm sorry." He whispered it under his breath after a moment of silence and this, this bothered you more than the memories currently reeling in your mind. You kissed his forehead longer than usual.

"Told 'ya 'm not leavin' you again, right?" He nodded against your tummy, eyes on you searching for something it made you run your fingers to his newly dyed hair. "'Am goin' where ya goin'. So if ya don' want me ta die then don't die. Simple."

It's now his turn to sour his reaction, "Yep, not a good topic to start our morning. 'Am sorry." You chuckled as the huffing and pouting 6 foot big baby stood and started walking to the front door with you shadowing him. "'Am gonna see ya later, 'kay?"

But his showering kisses were overbeared by the memories you had prior, and it has been an hour when Atsumu walked out from your shared apartment to his practice. These memories shouldn't wash you away from consciousness but it shook the depths of your soul it made you sob so hard.

You're living in the present, Y/n. Get your shit together.

As you were finishing up Atsumu's bento, your doorbell rang and you wondered who was it as you walked to your door. You opened it up and froze when you saw a smiling Ran, the cutie baby boy from yesterday and.. the stone-cold twin of your boyfriend. Well, stone-cold only to you.

You quickly got back from the trance when you realized you're wearing nothing but Atsumu's shirt. "Come in, make yourself at home!" You called out as you sprinted up to your bedroom to dress appropriately.

"She was crying."

"Huh?"

"Samuuu, how can you not notice it?"

"Didn't care."

"HEY! She's 'Tsumu's girlfriend!"

Silence.

"Ooohh, are you jealous?"

He would never.

You smiled as you fixed the same Atsumu's shirt you wore prior, just now with your undergarments and a short. You walked leisurely to where they are, still standing by the living room, Ran's face all teasing and Osamu's all irritated, and the baby all observant he spotted you first and made grabby hands that caught both their attention.

Ran was all smiles when she relayed the details of her planned gathering, to welcome you to the circle. It's this evening, and they'll be the one cooking. And now, she's gonna drag you to the grocery store to prepare.

"But first, we're gonna drop these bentos okay?"

And you smiled at her and nodded while she's at the passenger seat, the silent Osamu driving to the gym where the MSBY Black Jackals are having their practices. The drive seemed fast for you because you were entertained by little Takeshi beside you, slapping your arm and blabbering baby noises and you cooed in turn, poking his cute chubby cheeks. You were lost momentarily in your thoughts of Atsumu carrying your own little boy, you smiled absentmindedly at the sight of little Takeshi.

And you will never know how Osamu raised his brows while glancing at you and Takeshi in the rear view mirror. He didn't like the look in your face, it made him floored the gas pedal, passing slow cars in a flash. He just realized he did when Ran pinched his thigh and glared at him silently. He shouldn't be distracted like this, but you're making it hard for him.

The dropping of bentos went so fast, it was all Ran talking, you barely talked with Atsumu because he was busy arguing with her about the impromptu gathering later. Her husband waved hi to you across the court, loud voice echoing it made his twins squirm, searching for the source. Little Hinata was in Coach Foster's lap and behaving, but when Ran came to her and kissed her, she cried and Ran mumbled her something that calmed her down instantly.

"'Samu, don't tire her."

You heard those words as you were dragged out of the sports center, Osamu following you both with little Takeshi.

Grocery shopping was a blur as Ran and Osamu's domestic rush was in full display in your eyes, and you can't deny the envy you feelーbut for what and why, you didn't know. But one thing you're sure about. They feel like a family of their own.

Their domesticity was prolonged as they started preparing for the gathering back at your apartment, you cleaning while little Takeshi was sleeping on his portable cot in the living room. You glance at them from time to time as they move flawlessly throughout your kitchen.

"So, how do you met Atsumu?"

You propped your broom in your underarms as you wiped furnitures after furnitures, you almost missed how Osamu flinched while mincing something in the counter. Almost. And you chose to ignore it.

"I was his ex back in highschool."

She turned to Osamu and sneered, all while chopping what seems to be carrots, "Highschool huh.."

There might be under-the-counter battle because Osamu's face went contorted and scrunched, while Ran was seething. "Stop it. Okay. God. Okay, I know her all along."

"Why did you lie then, huh?" You forcefully drag your attention back to cleaning as they continue to bicker in the kitchen. Ran gasped, "Waitt, is sheー"

"No. Shut up. It's not." And Ran giggled, you didn't dare take a glance at them though they're still mumbling inaudibly.

"Soー" Ran started again after a while of inaudible arguing with Osamu. "ーwhy did you two broke up?"

"It's not appropriate ta ask that, Ran." Osamu scolded, his back turned to face the gas stove, Ran was rushing in his back anyway, preparing more ingredients for their dishes.

Ran paused and pouted. "I'm sorry. But how did you get together again?" She smiled while resuming to her task at hand. "I didn't know Atsumu can be so disgustingly romantic to take his ex back and start over."

"Yeah, like what he did ta ya huh?" Ran elbowed Osamu's back that made him chuckle because maybe it has no effect on how muscular Osamu's back isーthe memories from the night came reeling in you blinked hard and fast as you busied yourself finishing up cleaning.

"Y/n?" You flinched as you heard Ran's worried calls. "Are you okay? Called you thrice." Your eyes travelled to Osamu that has his eyes on you as he was deboning the chicken. His expression was neutral and you breathed and flickered a smile to Ran.

"I'm sorry. Umーweー" You were cutted off when Osamu huffed.

"Ya don't need to answer everything she asks. And youー" Osamu ran his greasy hands from the chicken down to Ran's face that made her whine and squirm as he held her cheeks with his fingers, giving her lips a more protruded pout. "ーStop asking personal questions. Yer overwhelming her."

You thought of clenching your fist. The tension you have with Osamu is the one overwhelming you, not Ran's questions, not her. Him. Can't he feel that?

You suddenly yearn for Atsumu's presence as you pursed your lips.

And it was not after 6 hours that your wish came true as Atsumu came with his teammates. He first went to you, kissing you by the lips that made the others chuckle and gag before even greeting you, but that made you smile.

"They didn't harass you?"

You hear mumbling sounds from the kitchen and you chuckled upon hearing them. "No. They didn't. They're cool."

"I doubt Ran didn't." And he glared at Ran across the living room to the kitchen where she and Osamu are still plating the dishes. "Just tell her off to her brothers and the problem will be solved."

"HEY!"

"Plushie, still not tired?"

"This is the last."

And you saw it, face to face. Ran and her husband kissed in front of Osamu, and Osamu'sーwellーnot fazed that he caught you staring and cocked a brow at the wake of the kiss.

"You should've brought Ayaka, Sakusa."

"She's busy, Wan-san."

"I feel so single now."

"Shut up, Driah."

"Ouji!"

"Ah! Wan-san! Don't jump scare him!"

"I'm sorry." Atsumu kissed your shoulders as you scanned your living room full of athletes, him hugging you from the back. "They're really this noisy."

"You're the noisiest." Kiyoomi, who was the nearest, commented.

It took them a while to settle them down, some of them busy with the twins in the cot, some just talking in the kitchen, sneaking out crumbs from the foods out of Ran's sight, or Osamu just leaning back on the single sofa, arms crossed against his chest and with eyes closed. He might be exhausted.

And Atsumu pressed against you while talking with Oliver about the practice that afternoon. He was intertwining your fingers with his as he was indulged with the conversation and you can't help but play with his fingers.

"Are you okay?" That was Kiyoomi, maybe sensing you're out-of-place. Ran's advances to talk to you kept getting punched out by her husband, or Osamu, or the twins whining.

"Yeah."

"Do you know that I know you, even before last week?"

That perked your attention. "Tell me more? How do you know me?"

Kiyoomi chuckled, amused at your enthusiasm. "Well, for some reason, we only knew about you when you broke up with Atsumu last 2 years. He wiped his snot and drool all over the Boys' GC. It was disgusting."

You heard Atsumu gasped at your side amidst his conversation with Oliver. "Did not!" So, he was listening. You narrowed your eyes on him to which he grinned and kissed your cheek.

"It's just the boys that know you, except him." Kiyoomi gestured to Ran's husband that's animatedly telling certain stuffs to Ran who was devotedly listening to him and smiling.

Atsumu leaned to you to whisper, "Because he's an asshole." and nodded, clearly pleased at what he said but when he saw you raised a brow, he immediately pouted and hugged your waist.

"Kita-san?"

"KITA-SAN!? KITA-SAAAAN!"

"Shut upーNot you Kita-san! I was talking to Ran!ーHai! I'm coming."

Osamu stood up and went out of the apartment almost immediately after he talked with presumably, Kita Shinsuke. You felt excitement rushing through your body, but with blots of shame at what happened two years ago. Atsumu might've noticed it because he gripped your hand tighter and brought it to his lips, mouthing an "I am here." before kissing it.

"I love you."

He smiled as the door opened, "I love you too." You brushed his hand before standing up, faced Shinsuke who was with Rin.

"What's with the tension, plushie?"

"I don't know, plushie. Let's ask them the tea later."

"What? Ya not gonna greet me after two years, Y/n?"

You felt your tears welling up as you rushed to Shinsuke and hugged him, he hugged you back just as tight, patting your back.

"'Am sorry, Kita-san."

Those words hold deeper than what it was meant.

"Fer what?" And Atsumu's voice was at your back in an instant, as always. You faced him, smiling, all while ignoring Osamu getting the stuffs Shinsuke and Rin brought.

"Kita-san made me promise not to sacrifice ya fer anything."

And as if on auto, Atsumu's lips quivered at Shinsuke who was already shaking his head and entering the apartment, straight to Ran to hug her tight.

"Yer not gon' do that again, are ya?" It was a whisper, out from the prying ears of all the people in your apartment.

"Nah. Not gon' leave ya."

Atsumu smiled at kissed your forehead before returning back to the crowd. At that split moment you gazed at the entirety of the crowd, a pair of eyes stood out. He was out there with his bestfriend showing her babies to Shinsuke and Rin. And he's staring back at you, like he did hear what you and Atsumu talked about.

And you realized it was a swear, not for Atsumu. But for yourself.

The dinner with the team, Shinsuke and Rin went by. Rin is still awkward with you, though, while he's talkative with Ran and her twins. Well, that's to be expected. You really did a number on Atsumu anyway.

Your soul shot up when a hand grabbed your shoulder and a "Hey" sounded out of nowhere. Ran giggled noticing you got shocked. "Can I use your room? I have to breastfeed."

"Sure!"

"Thank you! You can come in anytime, okay?" You nodded, beamed at her and tickled little Takeshi's cheek.

"Ran's gonna breastfeed. Be back."

"You're not part of that breastfeed session, may I remind you."

"Fuck you." The big man laughed. "No one's gonna hold this other pooper."

Then, the married couple went up to your bedroom while you went back beside Kiyoomi and listened to the discussion at hand.

"ーimagine him being a father already." That was Adriah.

So their discussion was about Ran's husband, huh.

"It fits him."

"When would you marry Ayaka, Sakusa?"

All of them laughed when Kiyoomi choke on his beer and coughed all over. Kiyoomi groaned at Shion who asked that question.

"She would probably laugh me off."

Meian snickered and faced Atsumu who was laughing at Kiyoomi. "You? When?"

Atsumu then turned to you, the same time as Osamu stood up and walked upstairs, maybe to your room where the married couple is. "When she's ready."

You smiled but all you could hear were Osamu's heavy steps in the stairs amidst the teasing of the team and Shinsuke. Rintarou however is staring back at you, narrowed green eyes piercing to your skull. He was nodding after a while and stood up, whispered something to Shinsuke who also stood up, then to Atsumu.

"You're leaving already?"

"Still have to go back to Nagano at dawn or I'm gonna hear it from Motoya. Kita-san also has some work early tomorrow."

Atsumu pouted as you stood up and hugged Shinsuke who petted your hair, "Please, Y/n. Don't do it again hm? If there's a chance of you doing it again, just leave now while it's still early."

"Kita-san?" There was worry all over Atsumu's tone, and as he gazed at you but you just smiled at both of them.

Rin scoffed, "Kita-san, we have to say goodbye to the three upstairs."

And Osamu didn't like it when both of you were left in the bedroom after Shinsuke and the others as well said their goodbyes. Both Ran and her husband be all polite and see them off, leaving you both so awkward with the drowsy twins. He was laying next to Hinata who was cuddling close to him, you ghosting his back and awkwardly standingーor not.

"Stop what you're doing, Osamu." He hated it when you open that damn pretty mouth of yours. He nearly rolled his eyes.

"I can't. I have to pet her for her to sleep. Hinataー"

"You know that's not what I meant." He exhaled, freezing his hands on Hinata's cheek.

"Why? What else was I doing, Y/n?"

"Reminding me you existed."

Osamu scoffed at it; of course you'll be reminded, he practically has the same face as Atsumu's. But other than that, he never had those intentions. He should never have those intentions. You were Atsumu's and will always be. Besides, he knows he's inlove with Ran. For him, you're just something that should stay in his past.

"Not doing anything like that."

Liar. Your tears welled up as it came flooding into you.

"Atsumu. We have to clean up, come on."

"Butー"

"I don't want to leave your apartment all messy. Let's clean up."

Osamu stood up when he heard that but you had to confront him now or never, so you held him back.

"You wasted an afternoon practice just to crash my first date with Atsumu." You pointed out while he scoffed again, incredulous. "You were the first to comfort me when we had our first fight."

Osamu's face can't be painted when he turned to you, "Of course, I can't have you leaving Atsumu over petty things."

"Because of something you suggested. Remember? Getting me as a manager?" Osamu stared you with pursed lips. "You can't deny now? Remember you implied that you love me, Osamu? Remember that you said you can treat me better?"

Osamu charged at you, a couple inches away you can feel his rage it made you want to stand down. "That was before I met Ran." He hissed under his breath, not wanting to make it any more louder. "That was before you and Atsumu."

You can feel tears falling down your cheeks, you really have no idea why. You just wanted to confront him but he was making all these excuses. For what? To hurt you? To get back the pain you caused Atsumu?

"What was that night, then?"

"What? I can't even remember a thing, I was too wastedー"

Ran's husband suddenly went inside casually and stared at you both, mouthing Atsumu's name. You have no time to process that he might've hear something everything, you wiped your tears as you heard Atsumu's familiar bounding steps to your room. Osamu huffed and went straight out of the room, giving way to Atsumu at the door who went confused.

"Gonna load the other things to the car. The twins needs to sleep on their bed."

And Osamu has to get away from you. Fast.

He saw how Ran stood awkwardly at the living room, in mid-fixing the twins' stuffs. "Go get the twins. We're going."

"Didー"

"Go get the twins, Ran."

Ran mouthed a resigned Okay before going up to get the twins, and her husband as well.

Osamu can still hear Atsumu's voice calling out for him as he exited his apartment. He knew Atsumu's worried about what he didn't know was happening in his own premises. Osamu can't help but to rub his hands across his face exasperatedly. The married couple noticed this but chose to be silent, waiting for him to share his burdens.

"Spit it out~" Osamu mused one day alone with Ran in their apartment with the twins. Her husband just left for practice and they were cleaning fast before the double terror wakes up from their naps.

Ran held onto the dishes in the sink as she gazes at Osamu across the living room. "W-what was she like back in high school? Y/n?"

Osamu continued to clutter out the twins' playpen, pondering to or not to give in to Ran's probing. He figured she has to let her know though, since she was his bestfriend, in every sense of the word.

"She's nice."

And then there was silence, Osamu had to look up to find Ran with her brows all furrowed and he chuckled. "Don't throw those dishes at me."

"I won't, if you just get on with it and share. You look clearlyーi don't knowーdisturbed? Agonizing at something?"

Did he really look like that? He wasn't even aware.

"She's nice. She's academically inclined. She used to tutor Atsumu."

"Y/n, can you please tutor me and Osamu?"

"She's brave and cocky."

"Fuck! Why did you punch me?!"

"Well, I don't know, ask the cookies and our grades after!"

"Athletic, too."

"Y/n! Just choose one, geez. You already have tennis!"

"Considerate at times."

"Okay. Atsumu, it's okay. You can be late sometimes. I'll understand."

"She's ー" Osamu huffed as he paused, Ran's back to washing the dishes and humming at his words letting him know she's listening. "She's crazy in love with Atsumu."

"What are you doing here, 'Samu?"

"Ah? Rintarou and I are going to the arcades. You guys wanna come?"

"No. We'll be on our own."

"Come on, Y/n, let's join them."

"She's fragile. Can't even understand how she lasted for a year with Atsumu."

"'Samuuu~ she's liking somebody else's picture! He even commented 'You look nice' to this Ran somebody!"

"But she's goal-driven, she can sacrifice anything to reach her dreams. A wide-vision of her expected future with Atsumu."

"'Samu. She broke up with me."

"She said I can't do volleyball all our life and when I argued with her, she broke up with me saying she can't be with someone so unstable. How's going pro in volleyball so unstable?"

"I don't like when she's reckless and just go on out without even thinking of the consequences for a second."

"Can't know why she still hasn't fallen fer ya."

"Sheー"

"She made you forget something for a while?"

Osamu suddenly stood up, wide eyed at Ran's back who was smiling, putting away the dishes to the dishwasher for secondary wash. And it irritated the hell out of Osamu he stormed to the counter.

"She's a virus, Ran. She's everywhere and I didn't notice it. She's everywhere and threatening to infect everything I have! She's gonna destroy Atsumu and I will not notice it!"

But Ran just turned to him and smiled. "What's holding you back, Osamu?"

"Nothing." He dropped his head low, feeling so drained of what's happening. "Nothing, please stop."

"Osamu." He whined at her demanding tone. "Osamu look at me."

Ran looked at him as if she was gonna drop a bomb, and she did. "Am I, by some wildest assumptions, the reason you're holding back?" Osamu gulped hard at Ran's questioning eyes. "Am I the reason you're turning down every single girl out there to prevent yourself from being happy?"

"Am I preventing you on being happy, Osamu?"

"Yes! So shut up!"

"No."

It felt more like a prayer than it should just be. Osamu will never permit Ran to be the reason of his miserable and complicated life. She will never be the reason for him being lonely. He needs to be, because he has to be.

But here is she, after 7 cycles, confronting him for what felt like forever.

"Are you, perhaps, inlove with me, Osamu?"

He stared at Ran full of emotions for the first time since that incident that led him to this seemed-endless cycle. He already had explored his options, scenarios, simulations, as to how to answer her when she asks again that darned question.

"No, Ran. But I have no choice but to stay with you, yeah?"

And no matter what happened, he knows it'll still be his answer.

"No. No, I'm not inlove with you, Ran. Don't worry."

And she has to feel like his words are true, especially when he saw the wash of relief in Ran's face.

"But I know some who are. You wanna hit on them? Gonna be our secret, don't worry." Osamu chuckled as to how he saw Ran's eyes bulged and her unsightful mannerism came, one of the reasons why he can't do something so rash like confessing out of blue.

☆ VOLLEYBALL IDIOTS - MAIN ☆

CAT | Tora

WHAT!? @Sou Inouka, you made out with some girl and you were filmed?

DT | Mai

😳😲

CAT | Lev

ERASED IT ALREADY! I SWEAR!

OWL | Akinori

send.

SJ | Maki

my DMs are open 💅

FOX | Rintarou

ehem

DT | Kenji

hi Lev

CAT | Sou

Hate you all!

@Ran

@Ran

CAT | Kenma

Grabbed the wild card this early 🤣

CAT | Sou

They won't stop, Kenma-san!

STZ | Taichi

Boo! 😆

CRW | Ran

I have a question!

and stop bullying sou-chan 😄

FOX | Samu

I'm sorry guys. She got me cornered.

Ran gasped at Osamu's side. "EXCUSE ME!?" Osamu just laughed, but it faded as the GC notifs went on.

Kiyoomi Sakusa added you to the groupchat

Kiyoomi Sakusa changed your nickname to FUTURE MIYA

RAN'S PLUSHIE

Put a distinction @Kiyoomi Sakusa LOL

FOX | Shin

Yes. Coz we have two Miyas here.

FOX | Rintarou

LMAO Hi @FUTURE MIYA

Ran side-eyed Osamu and his mood that turned sour instantly at the development in the GC. His lips form a thin line, sign of annoyance and Ran immediately ran a comforting one finger massage in his forehead, a familiar gesture she always do when Osamu's like this in front of her.

"The boys don't like her for what she did to Atsumu?" Osamu nodded and discarded his phone while Ran huffed as she types away. "If you have feelings for her or none, you have to give her closure or something, you know? She won't be at peace in her current relationship if you don't give her that detail, that period of whatever you have with each other."

"Atsumu.."

"And Atsumu will have to stomach it all up. You're a part of his girlfriend's life, let alone his own twin. He has to be open-minded of what she have with you. He should trust you, like how plushie trusts you. The problem here is, we don't know what's Y/n's take on you. It will be a disaster if she hasーugh, that's frustrating."

Osamu couldn't blame Ran for stressing out. He believes it's your fault, and that what you said that he reminds you of his existence, it goes both ways. Why do you have to poke up again into his life?

And Atsumu. He genuinely cares of Atsumu's welfare and emotions, he can't mess this up. His twin loves you with all his heart, much to show that he took you back into his life after the break up.

You're making it hard for him.

But he doesn't know it's harder for you. These past few days feel like you're treading in shattered glasses, walking slowly, praying nothing will prick you but alas! It finally pierced through your flesh.

Atsumu's gone curious about what happened between you and Osamu, and you continuously lie about it; preferred saying it's because of the previous break-up rather than the messy one that would probably break you both again, never to return back again.

And you're scared, coz even if Osamu's there, you know you love Atsumu, you feel it deep in your guts that you love the man you're with right now. Not his twin. Not Osamu. Atsumu.

You're scared of what will he say, scared of what would he feel, scared of everything that might hurt him.

"Are you okay? I'm really worried. Please talk to me, Y/n."

You smiled at him, being obscure with sniffing, gulping your tears as you thought of how to open up these things to him.

"I'm okay, 'Tsumu."

"Will a hug work?"

But you can't really control the waterworks when you're around this pure-hearted man. Before you can even nod, he hugged you tight, petting your hair and kissing your forehead for as long as you needed, shushing you, soothing your sobs.

You don't deserve someone like Atsumu. You'll break him and his brother. You thought you were already okay, you thought it's gonna be different this time. But escaping something deep would just suck you right back in. You knew you have to manually bury everything to get to the surface again, to hold Atsumu again.

You hated the thought of sacrificing Atsumu again. You regretted each waking day that you're not with him. You regretted every decision that caused him pain. He should just be happy. He should just be happy and nothing else. He deserves the world.

But here you are, threatening to hurt him again.

"You love Atsumu, huh?"

"With all my heart, Osamu. With all of my heart. So pleaseー"

"Okay."

You have to fix your relationship with Osamu as fast as you can, before Atsumu hears about it. He has to cooperate. He has to.

"Ah! Y/n, don't lie~"

"What?"

"Your birthday wish was Osamu to like you, too."

"Don't lieee~"

"He was your crush since Primary."

Fuck. You can do this, Y/n. Focus on Atsumu. Focus on Atsumu.

It has been peaceful for 5 months, if you call theー not interacting with Osamu, avoiding him every gathering, and avoiding Rintarou tooーpeaceful. You know Ran and her husband has an idea about what's happening under Atsumu's welcome mat and you're all so grateful they aren't doing anything to complicate things more. Whenever Ran talks with you, she avoids mentioning Osamu as much as she can. She was sincere on having you as her friend, getting to know you more. And her husband doesn't mind what he saw that night at all. He just gave you a pat in the shoulder when he saw you again. It made you weary too, for if Atsumu will know about this from people other than you, Ran and her husband will be dragged onto the mess you created.

You hated being the cause of everything bad that's happening to the kind people around you. It made you wonder why have you ever existed. You're awful.

"Y/n." You whirled around, your astronaut helmet-like kiddie hat got lopsided to the side of your head. He stood tall, also with his kiddie hat, brooding eyes on you.

"Osamu."

╰► PART 2

Semi Eita | Sugawara Koushi | Kuroo Tetsurou | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

#fs prelude spinoff _miya osamu #miya osamu #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu miya osamu #haikyuu miya atsumu #miya atsumu #miya osamu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu x reader #miya osamu x y/n #miya atsumu x y/n #osamu x y/n #atsumu x y/n #still editing part 2 #really sorry for the delayyy #SO WHO'S RAN'S PLUSHIE? #inarizaki #haikyuu inarizaki #chef!osamu #chef!ran #tsukishima ran #msby atsumu #msby black jackals #haikyuu smut #osamu smut #miya osamu smut #atsumu angst #osamu angst

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Changing your concept of self when you have been rejected

So you have been rejected. Maybe your SP isn't ready for a relationship (with you) and used you for sex. Maybe your boyfriend dumped you. Maybe you got fired from your dream job for seemingly no reason and now you can't get a job. In this post I will be talking about events in your life that hit you so hard you're left not even knowing who you are anymore. Events that can completely shatter your view of the world, yourself and even reality.

Whatever happened basically made you feel small and less than. Your confidence and ego took a huge hit and now you're left feeling worthless and picking up the pieces of a broken heart.

I was in that state of being for over a year so trust me, I'm well acquainted with it. On this post I will be listing things that I did/realisations I had that helped me change states from feeling worthless and abandoned to identifying as someone magnetic and "selfish" (in the sense that I now put myself on the pedestal). This will also be an unorthodox law of assumption post as I'm not telling you how to manifest your SP or job back. I'm taking you through the journey of a dramatic self concept change.

Stage One: Dealing with intense emotions

This is the stage where your emotions are at an all-time high and at their rawest. Please let yourself feel this stage out and be gentle with yourself. I made the mistake of not properly doing this and instead threw myself into "I HAVE TO MANIFEST SP IN 7 DAYS OR ELSE I'M A FAILURE". Doing this broke my heart over and over again during that year until I reached such an extreme low that I had no other choice but to pull myself out of it.

A lot of people mistake Neville's teachings and think he didn't want you to feel negative emotions. That is false. He said by not letting yourself feel them, you are just bottling them up which leads to disease and pain. You need to release them. Cry, scream, punch a pillow, do something but never bottle it up. You can manifest even when going through difficult emotions or dealing with mental illness. But first the pain needs to be processed.

When this is done, I suggest doing things that help you process what you are going through. Journal, meditate, talk to your friends and family, go on a walk and connect with nature, join a community online about this issue, start therapy or even get a new hobby. DO NOT DO ANY OF THESE THINGS WITH THE INTENTION OF MANIFESTING SOMETHING IN YOUR REALITY. Take the time to focus on YOU.

Stage Two: Taking a break + EIYPO

Ironically, taking a break from manifesting content, reading Neville, trying to manifest was the key to creating my new self concept. As I mentioned above, focus on YOU. It's so easy when you're heartbroken and desperate to spend all your waking hours affirming and all your unconscious hours doing SATS, picking apart your brain and trying hard to manifest something rather than actually work on yourself.

Here is a simple truth about our reality that I know y'all have heard many times but a lot of you don't understand: Everything Is You Pushed Out.

If EIYPO but you don't even know who you are or even like yourself, what do you think happens to reality around you? A lot of you try to use EIYPO but you get confused and manifest the opposite. This is because you are hoping for the reality you want while living (in your inner world) the reality you don't want. I would tell myself that me affirming and visualising was bringing SP back. He had to right? I mean, EIYPO! While I was holding out hope for that reality, my mind was occupied with the feeling and thoughts of him abandoning me, him hooking up with other girls (all of which came true later), being a player, not caring about me, etc. Quiz time: if EIYPO/my inner reality creates, which reality do you think manifested? The one I hoped for or the one I unknowingly focused on? Go ahead and tell me in the notes.

Taking time for yourself will not only help you heal but will also slowly change your reality. When I started to feel more peaceful on the inside, my reality reflected contentedness and peace. When I started feeling more beautiful and sexy, I received more compliments and attention. When I started feeling lighter, life stopped being so dead serious. Manifestations will slowly start trickle in like water through a leaking roof.

What I mean with work on yourself is to put yourself on the pedestal. You are the most important person in your life so focus on yourself. Stop breaking promises you make to yourself (such as waking up earlier or eating healthier), start slowly incorporating self-care activities and do fun things with yourself. Be intentional in all that you do. If you haven't recognized your own value, how will the outer world do so?

Stage Three: Catalysis

"Catalysis (/kəˈtæləsɪs/) is the process of increasing the rate of a chemical reaction by adding a substance known as a catalyst"

Here's a fun little twist that would have given me a heart attack last year. While I was working on myself and slowly seeing results, I found out SP was hooking up with my friend (she didn't know about our history). When I found out about this, it was like something in my brain flipped a switch. I was disgusted by him and the fact that he thought he coule fuck my friend while wanting to be friends with me and keep me around. I felt disgusted at myself for having gone out of my way to help him and do things for him knowing he overlooked me and started sleeping with her. But for the most part, I felt sad due to realising how much I betrayed myself. I mean, this is the guy I abandoned myself for?? I was in shock.

These feelings revealed to me that my old self concept that I had inhabited for so long now felt unnatural to me. I was not her anymore. The woman I wanted to be had become clearer and clearer over the months as I was working on myself. She was feminine, soft and yet strong. Confident, knew her worth and didn't put up with bs. She was creative, smart and funny. Sexy with a fit body and long hair. But this incident, although it was everything I did not want to manifest with my SP was the catalyst for manifesting my new self concept. That night I found out, it was like this idea I had of my ideal self turned into stone. The minute I turned my back against him and that version of him, I had let go of all limitations and became her. It was automatic. It took absolutely no effort. Why? Because I had already set this manifestation in motion months ago. If the smaller manifestations were the water droplets that leaked through a bad roof when it rained, this incident was a rush of water as the entire ceiling collapsed.

Once I had become her, I lost all attraction to him. I created a story that he was insecure and felt bad for hurting me. And my new self felt like it was time to cut him off. So I did. I unfollowed him everywhere and it made me shine even more. I was like a fucking beacon of light and like a moth to a flame he tried to come back. First I deleted him on IG and he tried to check up on me. Once I removed him everywhere else, he tried adding me back twice until he got the message and removed his friend request.

I had no intention of becoming his friend and since I had to prioritise my own wellbeing, he had to go. I was loyal to myself and that rewarded me tenfold.

Stage Four: Enjoying your harvest

Well here I was. I had spent so long feeling empty, worthless and like a victim. And now I was standing here feeling so at peace. I'm now the most important person in my life and my reality is showing that. I have now a deeper understanding of The Law. The Law is not about doing SATS every night for a year and hoping for the best. The Law is about embodying who you want to be. I realised that my desires were never as important as my state of being. Men like my SP are a dime a dozen, this journey was never about him. This journey was about me wanting to feel important, chosen and loved. Even if he gave all of that to me, it wouldn't have worked out since I did not accept it. My self concept did not match that desire.

Stop taking The Law and life so seriously. You are the source, you don't have to work hard. All you have to do is to be clear on what you want and appropriate it. You want a thousand men in your roster? You just have to appropriate what it feels to be someone magnetic, sexy, charismatic and unforgettable. You want to be married to one person? Stop spending your waking hours reading "How to manifest 101" and choose to feel like the most loved, romantic and confident version of yourself. Techniques are great but don't be like me and do a million techniques just to never change your inner world. And for the love of everything in this world, STOP doing things in order to get a result in the outside world. Let me repeat: STOP DOING THINGS JUST TO GET A CHANGE IN THE OUTSIDE. The outside world literally doesn't matter. The inner world, what thoughts, emotions, beliefs YOU choose to experience is ALL that matters. To see a change you have to actually change yourself. Stop saying "I'm hot, sexy and attractive" and then get anxious when men don't find you hot, sexy and attractive. You should feel that way about yourself DESPITE what the outside world is showing.

#law of assumption #neville goddard #self concept #manifesting #manifestation

[unholyplumpprincess]

Imagine Dead by Daylight’s Shape/Myers getting jealous and having to reinforce that the survivor is his. Maybe Ghostface got a little too flirty with them or another killer let them go during a trial and it drove Michael mad, reading into things too much, every little detail leading him to doubt himself. So, he seeks them out during a trial of their own. He doesn’t care if any of the other survivors hear or if they escape, he just needs to leave his mark on his survivor and hear them call his name. Rough stuff, ego boosting, marking etc.

Aw man, y'all know I love me a good possessive slasher. I've been stroking this prompt lovingly and waiting for the day I knew I could nail it, so let's fucking gooo!

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Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and ambiguous (Though v brief mention of reader in a skirt one time), Possessive behavior, Primal play, Knife play + Marking with said knife

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Simply put: You were his favorite obsession. Michael had taken quite the shining to you since your first run in, where you had a...unique style of distraction. Where you would wolf whistle his way and holler at him from across the street of his very own domain. Or where you'd lift up your shirt and flash him and tauntingly yell that he could have a piece of you-- IF he could catch you.

Curiosity had hit him. Such a strange being you were. And from what he heard through the grapevine that was the Entity's spidery-like arms- you didn't do it with other killers. In fact, you liked to trip them up, but not in such a loud way.

He'd caught you only a handful of times before then since your first encounter. The first time he'd caught you, you'd laughed, clutching at the slash across the front of your chest where you were bleeding. You had your back to the wall, panting as you crooned out, "So what piece will it be, big guy? Arm? Leg?"

When he'd roughly tugged at your shirt, you'd only laughed even as he exposed you. Testing you even as your hands came up and you'd smiled so gleefully. "Oh! And here I was starting to wonder I wasn't your type!" Even with your wound still bleeding.

Yes, you were indeed his favorite obsession.

~Rest under the cut~

When this relationship began and where it ended was up to anyone. During the full moons when the Entity let you all mingle, you'd always end up in his domain. Under him or above him, panting with your head thrown back and moaning his name.

Michael had gotten quite the taste for it now. Hearing you whine his name like that, tossing and turning and squirming beneath his very touch. Didn't matter how rough he handled you, you ate it up with gleeful sounds.

You were his. And only he could get this rise out of you. Only you would treat him the way you do.

So imagine his surprise when word through the grapevine is that Ghostface is getting to toy with you. Where he flaunts pictures of you and laughs about how he'd like to tap that. How enraged you'd been when you found those pictures of you and he'd gotten to see up your skirt you'd had on that day. And how turned on Ghostface had been when you'd gotten up in his face.

Michael feels that itch in his fingertips to stab him, so he follows that itch. Stabbing straight through Ghostface's hand and nailing it to the table full of your pictures.

The hunt begins upon next trial.

You know it's him right away, but you feel something's off. You believe it to be a game near immediately, cautiously making your way through his domain. The flashing lights of the police car blinding you briefly as you take in your surroundings after finishing a generator.

When your eyes meet a white mask, you fight a smile as you take off quickly. Playing the game of 'prey' as you run from him with Michael in hot pursuit.

When he catches you, you're slammed onto the nearest surface. In your case, it ends up being an old bed, your body bouncing on it before you gasp as he gets on top of you. You play victim, kicking and squirming and trying to get out of his grasp before his rough hand grabs your chin and forces your eyes on him. Your wrists pinned by his other hand above your head.

"O-oh come on, I don't wanna get hooked today-" You whine out, arching your back into him and grumbling. Your heart races, your eyes meeting the holes of his mask and briefly seeing his own through them. One baby blue, one blinded. His breathing is heavy, off somehow.

And he's not moving from between your legs either.

"Michael-" You huff, rolling your hips up to try and press him up and off you. It doesn't work, of course, but it does work in making him press down further on top of you. "Come on- during a trial? Really? Won't the Entity be pissed?"

His response is silence, as it always is. But you swear- you swear you hear a growl.

Fuck-

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It winds up with your clothes half off and his fingers buried inside of you as you lay on your side. You keep your mouth covered, or at least try to before he's ripping your hand from your mouth. Desperate to hear the way you whine his name, the way you look at him through your wet lashes as your body quivers with another orgasm.

Taken apart by his hand.

You cry out when his fingers keep pounding into you, knowing now to keep your eyes on his. You whimper when you see his other hand come up, holding his knife and pressing to your hip. But you mumble, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, Michael, mark me, come on, baby. Yes, yes, yes-" Your mouth running so quickly, eagerly.

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By the end of the trial, you gain a new scar. A sharp 'M' carved into your right hip. Not to mention how sore you feel after.

At least Michael will know you're not thinking of anyone else anytime soon.

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#Dead by daylight #dick by daylight #dbd #Halloween #Michael Myers #Michael Myers x reader #imagines #lemon #nsft #headcanons

[the-slasher-madame]

Ok so I wrote these head cannons awhile ago but I want another persons opinion on this. I like want to dress like 70's/80's rocker kinda fashion and I was wondering how the slashers would feel about their s/o dressing like that. I just wanted so see what other people would think about it. Also I love your content keep up the groovy shit <3

You think I'm groovy 🥺🥺 highest compliment I've ever received I love you so much. Also, I dress in a pretty gothic/alt style if A) you want clothing advice or 2) someone to hype you up. Wear what you want, life is for us to enjoy and if you enjoy it by looking like a vintage rocker than look like a vintage rocker. Life is for us to make and enjoy. Also I just think you're really cool

This is gonna be fun >:)

Especially because I love Eddie Munson with all my heart, absolute punk metalhead heartthrob and yea anyways getting sidetracked lol. ON TO THE SLASHERS!!1!!11!!!

Vincent Sinclair: he's gonna be making heart eyes and his pencil is shaking in his grasp. The aestheticness is gonna make him absolutely implode (I get this way sometimes when something scratches my brain just right and I love it). He's going to take photo reference after photo reference, sketch you as a warm up exercise, steal every 70's-80's rocker piece of clothing he can find off a victim (if y'all are really close I feel like he would re-dress some of the waxurines to give you those clothes {or he may just have to update the clothes periodically, I'll come back to that some other time}). Swears he's ascended to heaven if he sees you wearing his band tees (WEARING YOUR PARTNER'S METAL BAND T SHIRTS IS HOT AND ADORABLE AND VINCENT LISTENS TO MENTAL AND ROCK I CANNOT BE PERSUADED). Overall, Vincent is supportive and obsessed, is a little sad if you dress differently but only cares that you're happy

Bo Sinclair: we love the cocky bastard because he's a cocky bastard. He thinks its such a dominant style, so he sees you wearing this stuff and thinks your trying to be more dominate or intimidating and thinks its cute when you try. I think he's dabbled in rock music and may have some sort of electric guitar around that he plays with (I couldn't tell y'all why but I see him as preferring bass guitar), so I think he'd try to play for you sometimes or try to teach you if you wanted. Will also keep an eye out for 70's-80's rocker clothes, and hell he might even buy some on occasion (this man shoplifts cause while he's from Louisiana, his ego is the size of Texas). I think he'd bark at poor Vinny to redress the wax guys so you could have some of those clothes. I think he would also have some metal and rock shirts, but he's not as in to metal as Vincent (but I think he'd like rock and soft rock {Poor Man's Poison is just Bo Sinclair vibes}). He'd also, maybe when drunk, like some soft rock like Moon Walker (I LOVE MOON WALKER). Is also cocky and smug when you wear any of his clothes

Michael Myers: I'm just now entering my metal era, and I just really like the idea of most of the slashers on my list being in to metal, its honestly one of my favorite popular headcanons so that extends to Mr. Long Blond Myers. I feel like he's the type to listen to heavy screaming loud metal to calm down and clear his head. I also think he'd like ICP??? Maybe??? No??? Maybe just a little- ANYWAYS while some people might see the style as kind of weird, he doesn't have that concept of normal vs. not normal. He thinks its really really cool, like he loves spikes. I think he'd either love or hate denim, like the roughness and heaviness would either be really comforting like his mechanics jumper suit OR that same heaviness and roughness would make him tear it off with his knife and kill an entire neighborhood. If he saw a victim with clothes he think you'd like he'd bring them to you and try to avoid bloodying them(ish). Like Vinny (again, ish), he'd stare and admire how you look. Would try to steal your clothes, rip them, and you would buy some that would actually fit his massive milkers. Would melt a little when you wore his clothes because its cute damnit. He'd be a little like a kid, absolutely fascinated by what you wear (and would also kill anyone who looked at you wrong).

Thomas Hewitt: As seems to be common along my headcanons, his family may be a little put-off or confused. Like Luda Mae would be hesitant (but I 100% believe that she’s an open-minded southerner), Hoyt would be an ass because he’s an ass, and while I don’t know a whole lot about Monty I don’t think he would care a whole lot. Thomas is a little unsure at first, he hasn’t seen anything like this before in his small conservative Texas town. But, much like the others, loves it. He thinks its so perfectly you and loves seeing what combination you come up with next. He’d try to save any rocker clothes he came across, and would probably pester Hoyt to buy you some. He can also sew, so of course he’s going to try to make you stuff. He’d sew on all your patches and help you strategically rip your jeans (I think at first he’d try to sew them up lol). While he loves this style on you and as how you express yourself, he wouldn’t want to try it himself. He’s happy with what he wears. ALSO considering how he’s been bullied and tormented his whole life, he will not stand to see that happen to you. If a victim even huffs at your clothing choices? He has his chainsaw running. Hoyt tries to give you shit? Death glare activated. He thinks you’re adorable and he loves you, so he will protect you from the things that have hurt him so badly in the past. Overall loves that you love that style and wants to protect you. Would also love to hear you play guitar, it makes him feel butterflies when you play (especially if its a song for him). 

Brahms Heelshire: Here, I’m torn. He’s either going to have that childlike fascination of is going to think you’re dressed like a delinquent. Although, I think if he outwardly chastised your clothes, he would feel kinda giddy that you dress like that. Its like a rejection of tradition and propriety, and even though his parents can’t see it I think he would enjoy kind of “sticking it to them.” He’s finally getting a bit of a teenage rebellion, and a chance to get back at his parents for the shit they put him through. I think he would definitely like wearing your clothes, from t-shirts to denim vests (like Eddie’s). He may find the guitar disconcerting at first because its so different that the classical piano he’s used to, like I think it might be a little overwhelming sensory-wise but he starts to get used to it and actively enjoy it. He’d come up with duets for y’all to do on the guitar/piano. Now, this man don’t get out of the house, so he isn’t going to steal or salvage clothes for you, but he’d be more than happy to indulge you spending on your clothing. I can totally see him making like a pillow doll with your shirt if you had to leave for any length of time longer than an hour. He’d teasingly tell you to sew up the holes in your pants, or talk about how his parents would be so disturbed to see you like this. I think he’d incorporate some of your elements into his daily wear, like he’d possibly let you pierce his ear or try to find more rocker style cardigans. Would beg you to get rock vinyls, beg. It might take him a second to warm up to the idea, but he’d eventually love it. 

     Alrighty we got that done!! I hope you like it cause I love your writing 🥺🥺I’M SO GLAD YOU THINK I’M GROOVY- :DDDD

[princesskurta]

Ultimate Urban Legend Showdown!

Fandom: JuJutsu Kaisen Ship: None (GN!reader) Warnings: Slight violence mentioned Summary: Shibuya doesn't exist. You and the first years are able to spend Halloween together. After many recommendations y'all decided to go to Yuji's house and relax the whole time watching scary movies and eating snacks. Your plans are put on a halt when Yuji remembers that he doesn't have a video to post for Halloween and ropes you guys into a horrible idea. . . . This is based off of a meme where Itadori is edited to say in a tweet: "Ima say Candyman 5 times while my homie says Beetlejiuce 3 times and we gon make em fight" Note: This took me over 3.5 hours to make and I am not disappointed in the slightest. I also spent like 50 minutes beta reading it so... Please. Enjoy it. <3

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You rested down the bowl of popcorn, it was the finishing touch to the coffee table that was littered with loads of candies and snacks. You smiled contentedly at all of the sugary foods you and your friends managed to gather for today. After you let your pride sink in for a little bit, you sat down on the couch in between Nobara and Megumi. 

“This is going to be one of the best Halloween parties ever!” Yuji exclaimed, reaching for some popcorn.

“I know, just having me here is already a booster from your previous parties,” Nobara boasted, you chuckled at her joke and hummed in agreement.

Megumi tossed a piece of popcorn at her but she dodged it and you watched as it hit Yuji on the nose causing you to chuckle harder, “Your ego is leaking all over the place.”

Yuji was hosting a Halloween sleepover, for all of the first years, at his home in Sendai. Today was October 30th and you came up with the brilliant idea to stay up past 12am, watching scary movies to celebrate. The three movies on the list were the two ITs, and Scary Stories to Tell In The Dark; all very new movies because you were sure that Nobara and Yuji would fall asleep to a Halloween classic.

“Wait!” Yuji exclaimed, “Before we start the movie can we record an idea I had? I haven’t had time to record a special Halloween video for my viewers yet.”

“You're so dedicated to them,” You mentioned, smacking his hand away as he reached for more popcorn, “I just placed that down, at least wait until the movie starts to dig in.”

Yuji rubbed his hand, “Of course I’m dedicated to them. They are all amazing people, I can’t tell you the last time I received an actual hate comment.”

Ever since joining the occult club, Yuji decided to make a youtube channel where he records his most exciting adventures. After joining Jujutsu High, he was able to gain 500,000 subscribers and have an average of 900,000 views per video. All of the first years have starred in them before and if your teacher, Gojo was in the video–well let’s just say that Yuji would treat you guys out to dinner a lot after those. 

You’ve read a few of his comments before and know how much people love his content. His personality, mixed with his humor and the excitement of his videos draw people in and keep them waiting in anticipation for the next video.

“Depends how long it takes,” Nobara asserted, “I want to be able to get through at least two movies without falling asleep.”

“It also depends on what your idea for it is,” you interjected. While Yuji was known for his exciting videos, that also meant that they were extremely outrageous and dangerous ideas. You would love to help and probably earn yourself a few free meals but you weren’t trying to lose a limb while on your day off.

Yuji smiled mischievously, “Well I know this sounds pretty cliche but I was thinking… What if we attempt to summon three scary Halloween spirits; Beetle juice, Bloody Mary, and the Candy man.”

“But they don’t exist,” You interjected, “Everyone knows they are just scary internet stories for kids and teens. Unless you plan on editing a whole bunch, that’s going to be one boring video.”

It didn’t matter that half of youtube had already made videos like this. Even if it failed, which it would, considering these urban legends were nothing but stories, you knew that Yuji’s subscribers would still eat up the content. You weren’t willing to waste your precious time on something guaranteed to fail when you could be sitting in excitement watching three amazing horror movies.

Megumi cleared his throat, “Actually, you're only half correct. The fear from kids, over the years, manifested a lot of those urban legends into actual curses. Though they can’t be ‘summoned’ the way that the internet says, they act almost identical to how they are conveyed.”

Yuji’s eyes lit up and his smile widened, “For real?! That’s great, maybe we could do what I originally had planned then!”

“Wait but only sorcerers are able to see curses. For your normal viewers it’ll just be a bunch of nothingness,” Nobara stated.

“Actually! Since it’s super close to halloween a weird thing happens where curses become visible to everyone! Which isn’t that good of a thing since it’s why we had to work over time exorcising lots of curses in the city before today,” Yuji informed, proud that he remembered all that information.

“Is it even possible to find how to summon them?” You asked.

Yuji opened his mouth to respond but closed it once he realized that he had no clue in the slightest. He glanced at Megumi for help and you sighed, of course Yuji didn’t have this completely thought through. Yuji glanced at Megumi hoping he would help him out. Megumi rolled his eyes but took out his phone, searching for something. 

“Here is the database for how to actually summon them. Try not to read them all out for the whole world to hear. I don’t want to be the reason a bunch of your viewers go missing,” Megumi grumbled, handing Yuji his phone.

Yuji thanked him a million times before taking out his phone to get his Youtube app ready, “Is it alright if I make this a livestream instead? Since we’re going to spend the rest of the night watching movies I won’t be able to edit it in time for Halloween.”

Nobara, Megumi and I agreed that it was fine so Yuji started up his live stream and put his phone on the table, making sure to get all of us in the frame. We sat down in silence as Yuji welcomed a few of the early viewers and interacted with them through the chat. After waiting for a few more minutes for the rest of his fanbase to flow in, Yuji started.

“Welcome thrill seekers! How has your spooky month been? If it was anything like mine I’m sure you guys could use a bit more thrill in your life. Well I, Itadori Yuji, is here to grant you all with that! As stated in the title we will be summoning three halloween urban legends. But no! We won’t just stop at that, after we summon then we’ll… drumroll please?”

You and Nobara created a drumroll on your legs and waited for Yuji to do the big reveal.

“Make them fight each other and watch who comes out victorious!” Yuji exclaimed with a smile.

Your jaw dropped, Megumi let out a sigh of disappointment and Nobara turned to him in shock, “What?!”

“Why would they want to fight each other?” You questioned, “What happens if they ignore each other and decide to go after us?”

“I think you're forgetting who I am,” Yuji pointed at his chest, “I, Yuji ‘the instigator’ Itadori, promises you that they will end up fighting, no matter how delicious we look.”

You’ve thought back to all the times you’ve seen Yuji instigate. Between strangers, classmates, enemies; Yuji seemed to be a natural at it. That didn’t guarantee that he’d be able to somehow coerce the curses into fighting each other but you were willing to trust him.

“Alright, I’m down to do it,” You submitted to the idea.

“I guess I’ll do it too.. but if it goes wrong, you two are going to be the ones fighting them,” Nobara groaned.

“Why me!? I didn’t come up with the idea,” You protested.

Megumi sighed, “Of course you couldn’t have come up with a safer idea.”

“Well, I could’ve but, my followers want– no, deserve the excitement! What kind of person would I be to not provide them with that!” Yuji waved Megumi’s phone in front of the camera, “Now, let’s get started!”

“Wait! I have an idea,” You smiled, “Let’s place bets on who we think will win. Each person has to pay 50$ to whoever was right.”

Before you could even call out your bet, Nobara sat up and casted her bet, “I bet on Bloody Mary. Miss girl better not let me down.”

Yuji chuckled, “Nobara’s about to go hands swinging to a whole urban legend if it disappoints her.”

“I think Candy Man is going to win,” You shrugged, “I mean, he’s pretty basic but out of those three he’s definitely the strongest.”

“I know for a fact Candy Man is going to win,” Yuji agreed with you, “The Goodwill version of the joker, and some fairytale witch don’t stand a chance against him”

“You're underestimating the power of girls,” Nobara trumpetted, “She shall come out victorious.”

You turned towards Megumi, “What about you? Who do you think will win?”

Megumi shook his head, “I’m not participating in this.” “But Megumi,” Yuji whined, “Nothing bad is going to happen I promise!”

Nobara smirked, “I think Megumi is scared.”

“Scaredy cat!” You called out.

“Pussy,” Nobara followed.

“Join us, no balls,” Yuji concluded.

Megumi let out a big sigh before rolling his eyes, “Whatever. I think Beetle Juice is going to win.”

“Well that settles it!” Yuji clapped his hands and grabbed his camera from the table, “Megumi is going to summon Beetle Juice, Nobara will do Bloody Mary, and Y/n and me will do Candy man.”

Everyone searched up the database that Megumi found and went off to their designated places. Nobara to the bathroom, you and Yuji to the backyard and Megumi to the front lawn. After you summoned your spirit everyone was supposed to meet at Megumi which is where the “epic battle” was going to take place.

“Sorry that I can’t get the other two rituals on video,” Yuji said to the camera as you guys walked to the back, “But I promise this one is going to bring enough excitement to last you guys centuries!”

As you walked past Yuji’s kitchen, you grabbed honey, the only extra thing needed for your ritual. You stepped out the back door and felt the cool breeze of the October air, it wasn’t too cold but it wasn’t warm enough to want to be out here for long. Yuji was reading some of the super comments so you decided to get the ritual set up. You squirted the honey into a small circle in the grass, and then made a line leading a bit away from it.

“Who's going to be his target,” You asked.

“I volunteer!” Yuji called out.

Yuji walked over to you with an excited smile on his face. You on the other hand was starting to get nervous. Yuji handed you the camera in exchange for the honey. You pointed the camera at him as he poured lots of honey onto his shoes and connected himself to the line you created. He tossed the almost empty bottle towards his porch and sent you two thumbs up before starting.

“Candy Man, Candy Man, Candy Man. Warheads, Warheads, Warheads,” He chanted.

“Ew, that’s your favorite candy?” You teased, “Maybe he’ll be too scared of you to come.”

Yuji chuckled at your joke and the two of you waited in silence. You were about to mention how long it was taking when you heard Nobara shriek from inside of the house. You whipped your head towards it as your eyebrows flew up your forehead.

“I think Nobara’s ritual w- HOLY SHIT!” 

You turned back to Yuji just in time to see him dodge a hook coming straight for his head. Your jaw dropped as you stared in shock at the huge man towering over Yuji. He was a middle aged dark skinned man with bees swarming around him and had a brown leather coat on. Yuji ran to you,  grabbed the camera out of your hand and pulled your other wrist towards the house.

“Holy shit, holy shit. It actually worked,” Yuji muttered as he pulled you through the house. The front door was open when you reached it and you saw Nobara standing at the edge of the lawn. 

“Oh my-” You noticed the lady wearing a white gown splattered with blood and black hair running towards her.

“Tell me you guys are seeing this,” Yuji commented into his camera, aiming it towards Nobara as he pulled you outside, “Nobara, where’s Megumi?”

Nobara lunged out of the way just as the lady leaped to grab at her, “How the fuck would I know, can’t you see I’m a little busy myself here?”

“Come here darling,” The lady like curse rasped out, “You look so young. You’d give me back so much of my youth.”

“Oh hell nah,” Nobara screeched, ducking between the curse’s legs to evade her attack, “Yuji can you speed up whatever you had in mind? This lady is a major creep.”

You turned back towards the house and noticed that the man wasn’t behind you. You spun your head around, looking frantically for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

You pulled away from Yuji’s grip, worried by your revelation, “Where did the Candyman go?”

Yuji turned back and looked over your shoulder. A look of confusion arose on his face and he spun around, unable to find his attacker. You didn’t have much time to question that though because there was the sound of footsteps getting closer from the street. Megumi was running towards the house and behind him was a man in a striped outfit, and crazy green hair.

“You can’t run forever kid,” The weird man called out to Megumi, as he approached the house.

You couldn’t help but giggle a little bit, the scene unfolding in front of you was hilarious. Nobara was leeping to and fro, trying to avoid a lady who hadn’t heard of a hair cut in her life; Megumi was being chased by someone who tried to do a closet cosplay of the joker; and Yuji… well for now he was just getting it all on camera but his socks must be getting really sticky from the honey.

“Boo.”

You were thrown out of your giggly mood and your instincts led your feet forward at full speed as a deep voice boomed behind you. You screeched as you ran past Yuji, almost knocking him down in the process. You heard him let out a little yelp before he ran at a slightly turned angle, heading straight towards Nobara.

“Megumi! Run to Nobara,” He yelled out as the Candy man started to chase him.

“Why did you choose me out of everyone,” Nobara cried out, “I swear on my life, if one of these things so much as lay a hand on me I will kill you Yuji!”

You put a hand over your chest and tried to stop the heart attack that you almost got as you watched the scene unwrap. It looked like it was straight out of a scooby-doo episode. The three curses clashed together and your three classmates ran around them and towards you, leaving their attackers in a heap on the ground.

Yuji focused the camera onto the heap as they tried to get up. Bloody Mary was the first to get off of her knees but before she could fully extend herself, she was yanked down by Beetle Juice, who hopped up like a spring.

“Damn,” called out Yuji, “Chivalry really is dead, isn’t it.”

Beetle Juice ignored his comment and started towards us, but suddenly tripped. The Candy Man was the culprit this time, wrapping his hook around the green haired man's ankle.

“That isn’t how you treat a lady,” He spoke in the same deep voice, giving you goosebumps. If they all were capable of speaking, they must’ve been special grades.

In an instant the hook was snatched off the curse’s arm and was thrown towards the street where it landed with a clink on the cold concrete. Beetle Juice was standing again, smiling maniacally down at the man in leather. Yuji’s eyes lit up as he saw the perfect chance for his video occur in front of him.

 “See if that was me,” He pointed towards the Candy Man, “I wouldn’t take that level of disrespect, especially from a crazy ass looking man.”

The dark skinned man grunted as he stood up and you tensed up, ready to run if he even turned in your direction. To your surprise, he instead took a huge swing at Beetle Juice, hitting him on his cheek, sending him flying into the street. Megumi’s eyes widened, Nobara’s breath hitched, your jaw dropped, and Yuji smiled in triumph.

“N-no way he actually did that,” Nobara mumbled, “What kind of special powers do you have, Yuji?”

“I told you! I’m a master instigator,” Yuji boasted and thanked a random viewer for a gift.

Bloody Mary pushed past the Candy Man and was staring dead into Nobara’s soul. You heard her let out a little squeal and you got into a defensive position. Out of the three curses that were in front of you, she had to be the easiest one to fight and you're sure that Nobara was tired of running and jumping around.

“Not even a thank you for standing up for her?” Yuji quizzed aloud, “What a bitch, you should put her in her place.” 

“Excuse me,” Nobara said lightly, punching his shoulder, “What is that supposed to mean.”

Yuji immediately started to explain himself to Nobara and you tuned out the commotion as you watched Bloody Mary fall backwards as the Candy Man pulled her by her messy, but long, black hair. She immediately stood back up and kneed him where the sun didn’t shine, causing him to grunt and double over.

“Yikes,” You heard Megumi mumble.

“Don’t touch my hair, you ape,” Bloody Mary hissed at the man that was crouched over in pain.

Yuji gasped louder than necessary, “Racially motivated?”

“What? No, I called him that because he’s a filthy man with no self control,” Bloody Mary said.

“Mhm, yep. That’s what they always say,” Yuji agreed sarcastically.

Before Bloody Mary could properly explain herself, Beetle Juice came sprinting and jumped into her, sending both of them flying into the Candy Man. Once on the ground, they started to fight with each other full force, switching between targets.

“Nice hit! Damn, that was cold. Sock ‘em just like that!” Yuji exclaimed in excitement, egging on the fight.

“How did this end up actually working,” Megumi sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

“I.. I’m not sure but the fight actually isn’t that bad to watch,” You replied, finding yourself silently cheering for your curse to win.

“Come on. Mary!” Nobara called out, “I know you tried to kill me and all but slay the day girlfriend! Beat those guys into the ground!”

You cupped your hands over your mouth and allowed your voice to be amplified as you cheered, “Beat their asses Candy Man! Shove your fist so far up their asses that they can taste it!”

“Ayoo,” Yuji laughed, “They aren’t wrong though, you got this man!”

Bloody Mary was thrown at least 15 feet in the air and spun around multiple times before landing right in front of your feet. Before you could even react, she sprang up and ran back into the fight like a wild animal.

Nobara pumped her fist into the air, “That’s right! You show ‘em who's boss!”

You turned towards Megumi, “Aren’t you going to show some support for your fighter!”

He shook his head, “I regret my choices. I may have let you guys drag me into this but you will not catch me cheering for that wreck of a man.”

“Wow, not even your own sponsor likes you,” Yuji chuckled, pointing at Beetle Juice.

As if on cue, the Candy Man got his hook back from the street and ran towards the man in the striped suit. He slammed him into the ground and shoved his hook repeatedly into Beetle Juice’s head until the hook went straight through his skull and protruded out the other side. His body went limp and the Candy Man tossed him into the street, allowing his hook to go along with his body.

“Holy shit that was graphic, I’ll have to go back through and sensor that,” Yuji gasped, “Sorry y’all who are viewing this live. For the youtube admins watching, that is totally fake blood and they are just really good at acting.”

“There goes my money,” Megumi sighed, turning away from the disintegrating body that was once his fighter.

You turned your attention back to the fight and watched as Bloody Mary wrapped her thighs around the Candy Man’s neck and started to squeeze and turn. The Candy Man struggled for a little bit before he let out a loud and inhumane scream and his head popped off his body, leaving behind a neck stump where blood spurted from.

“Damn, what a lucky way to die,” Yuji sniffed, wiping his eyes, “Squeezed to death by some amazing thighs.”

Nobara started to clap and jump up and down, “I knew I wasn’t wrong to pick you,” she exclaimed in excitement, “I’ve just made 150$! Yay!”

You sighed and shook your head, “Man, he was such a promising candidate too.” “Tell me about it,” Yuji sighed along with you, “He was doing so well in the beginning.”

“On the other hand,” You turned to Megumi, “Did you even think he stood a chance?”

Megumi shook his head, “I only chose him so you guys would be satisfied. He was too crazy and not logical enough to win that fight.”

You giggled, he’s right. Beetle Juice looked comically crazy, so much so that it ruined the scary aspect of him. Your train of thought was cut short by a loud banshee-like scream coming from Bloody Mary as she rushed at you guys. Her hair swayed as she sprinted towards you guys with a slight limp.

In shock from the shrill noise you stood frozen for a second. Suddenly Megumi’s Totality dog leaped from the shadows of the night and ate her head in one bite. Her body fell onto the ground and twitched a bit before it disintegrated into dust.

Nobara let out a pained breath, “You will be missed Mary. Thank you for your hard work and dedication. My closet shall always remember you.”

“Woah, close one there Megumi,” Yuji patted his friend on the back, “Thanks for the save.”

You let out the breath you were holding and held out a hand, beckoning the dog to come to you. You cooed praises to it and patted its body, embracing the warmth from it. You didn’t realize how cold it had gotten, now that the adrenaline was wearing off and the excitement was over you just wanted to go back inside and fall asleep to a movie.

“Alright, I hope you guys enjoyed this Halloween special!” Yuji continued with his outro, “I’ll see you dare devils next time. Itadori, out.”

Yuji lowered his camera and gave everyone a thumbs up, “Thanks so much guys. From what I saw the fans loved this. I’ll give you guys a share of what I made. I think this video made us each enough money to buy a few items from Gojo sensei’s wardrobe.”

“Good, at least there was a reason for me almost dying,” Megumi huffed, heading back towards the house.

The dog dissipated from underneath your arms and you got up with a sigh, following Megumi into the house. As you stepped in you were glad that all of the snacks were still organized on the table and seemed untouched.

“Don’t forget each of you guys owe me 50$!” Nobara called out, skipping past you in delight.

“How could we,” You commented, “It’s not like you’ve mentioned it at least 10 times in the past minute.”

“Someone’s salty they didn’t win,” Nobara teased.

Yuji shut the doors and Megumi summoned his totality dog to check the house for any curses that might’ve resulted from the rituals. After the house was searched and secured, the four of you sat on the couch, exhausted from the excitement that just transpired. Yuji pressed play on IT, and grabbed the bowl of popcorn.

“I wish it was always this easy to get rid of three special grade curses,” Nobara announced as she got comfortable.

You all hummed in agreement and relaxed, tuning into the movie…

~~~

“Yuji, your feet stink of honey. Please. Go wash them off.”

#jjk fanfic #halloween #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuji #nobara kugisaki #reader #comedy #slight horror

[twothousandgrumpybees]

Good to see the Jacksepticeye fandom is just as feral as always.

#i swear #y'all get ONE piece of ego content #amd then just fsjlgluac #frothing at the mouth #jse community #jsegos #jse jackieboy man #jse anti #jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin #Jacksepticeye egos #marvin the magnificent

[acemapleeh]

End of the year review

Tagged by: @draw-a-circle-thats-the-foxhole

What fandoms did you create for?

After coming off a three year long depression, I finally began creating again this year. So really, I only created for Hetalia in the last quarter of this year. I can't even remember if I did anything else the first half of this year. It's kind of a blur if I'm being honest.

How many works did you make this year? Fics (posted on ao3 or Tumblr or wherever), edits, gifsets, mood boards, playlists, fanart, vids, meta?

Posted four fics this year, which, is the most I've done in actual years. Hell, even moodboards I hadn't posted since 2019 maybe??? I even made character playlists on spotify this year. Hetalia really just grabbed me by the collar and shook me hard.

Here's Arthur's playlist because I think it came out the best.

What are you most proud of?

Okay, really, anything I made that was Arthur Kirkland related came out way better than I thought they would. This includes fics, aesthetic board and the playlist. I just really vibed with him for some reason. I never wrote him much before and I came back into the Fandom ready to focus on Alfred and Matthew. Am I just more of a crabby old man than I was five years ago? Maybe.

How I Go to the Woods really just let me write my love of the fae and folklore and I really want to write more like it.

any stats you wanna tell us about?

I'm genuinely shocked all the fics I posted have over a hundred views each on ao3.

What inspired you this year? Any specific works or creators?

What always brings me back to this Fandom are people who really like to dig deep into these characters. The immortality, connection to the earth, culture and history all just speak to me. You can see a person's love of history and culture and creativity when done well.

Shout out to @draw-a-circle-thats-the-foxhole @oumaheroes @stirringwinds @rein-ette @rebelsandtherest @peonycats @ego-meliorem-esse @ashafox @cutie-cutter

Y'all make such wonderful things and helped me regain sparks of creativity again. Always on the lookout for content from you guys. Thank you for all that you share. ❤

What’s a piece you didn’t expect to make? Why?

Me going back to finish writing the first chapter of this Canada and his family fic honestly shocked me. I just woke up one morning and as I was doing dishes, it struck me like a train that I needed to go back and finish writing. I had started it back in 2016 and it had been sitting in my drive ever since.

What are you excited to work on next year?

Finishing the multi-chapter works I have

Getting more headcanons about FACE family and ANZAC written out

Francis and Arthur need some spotlight

I really want to write Jack and Charlie more in depth. Some Arthur raising his children throughout the Victorian era.

Really the Victorian era is my jam and I can't wait

Sooooo excited to write for my Celtic children

Jacobite Rebellion 👀

Looking forward to History Week and Whumptober

Actually writing romance for pairs I like

Anyway anyone who wants to partake is more than welcome. Here's to an uneventful year where we can just be creative and indulge in escapism ✌

#ace twaddles #tag thing #thanks again everybody

[bruhlsbees]

to the end - preview

summary: reader starts her first day at the paper and receives a big break

pairing: niki lauda x fem!reader

word count: 2,116

warnings: n/a

a/n: okay y'all i told you i would be writing something niki related after i finished watching rush and here it is! first chapter will be posted sometime this week - as always lemme know if you want to be on the taglist and if you have any other niki lauda writing ideas pls send them my way!!

You knew you should have taken your car into the shop before your first day on the job. The smoke from the engine was seeping out of the sides on the hood and you could smell the burning of whatever it was that was heating up. That’s what you get though for thinking a Ford Cortina was the best choice of car.

Thankfully you managed to pull into the lot before your car wheezed to death. Pushing your foot down on the break, you held your breath as your foot went down, down, down - the car not slowing. The breaks were shit, the engine was shit, what about your car wasn’t shit? Glancing over at the dashboard, sitting in the middle, was the hula dancer your friend gave you before you left to take the job. That, that wasn’t shit.

When your car finally came to a stop, you cut the engine and pulled your keys out, leaning back in the seat as you stared ahead of you at the building. It was an old car garage that had been turned into a paper company. The main waiting room was turned into the secretary and front room while the garage had been turned into the news room where the reporters worked. It was fitting for what the paper’s beat was.

Looking over towards the passenger seat, you reached into the box that had your belongings and pulled out the newspaper clipping of the job offer.

RACING STRIPES NEWSPAPER IS LOOKING FOR NEW REPORTERS TO COVER THE UPCOMING FORMULA RACE SEASON - NO EXPERIENCE REQUIRED

Not to boost your own ego, but you knew it wouldn’t be hard to get the job. With your four years of experience under your best and bachelor’s degree in Journalism, they’d be a fool to turn you away, especially if they were so desperate. You knew how to work in a room full of men, you’ve done it all your career so far - working in a room full of men eager to cover the next formula racing gossip, now that was the challenge.

If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t too proud to be working for The Racing Stripes Co. They had a reputation of causing more trouble than they did good and hardly followed any journalistic ethics. You needed the money though, and getting in the middle of formula racing meant your name being shown. Maybe it was a little ridiculous, but as a woman - getting your name out there and showing men that you could do their job just as good, if not better, was what you aimed for.

So you found The Racing Stripes ad in the paper, gave them a call, got an interview, and hired on the spot. Today was your first day and you were going in guns blazing.

Opening the driver side door, you pushed the door open and grabbed your box of belongings before standing up, pulling your suede pants down a bit and shutting the door shut. Turning towards the building, you let out a deep breath before making your way across the lot and into the main waiting room.

The bell that was above the door rang when you pushed it open, smiling weakly as the older woman looked up from her desk, grinning towards you.

“Well, well, you must be the new reporter?” Standing up, she extended her hand out to shake. You quickly shuffled your box into your other hand, extending your right out to shake her’s, “I’m Regina, but please, call me Gina, all the boys around here do.”

Watching her step out from her desk, she pulled down her skirt a bit and tugged her sweater around her before looking you up and down, “Pants girl, huh? I would’ve taken you for the dress type.” She commented before walking towards the side door that led out to the garage.

Taken back, you opened your mouth and looked down at your own attire: loose flower blouse, suede pants, and dull heels. You thought you looked nice, maybe you were underdressed? When you looked up and realized she wasn’t there, you quickly rushed after her, catching the door before it shut in your face and into the garage, scanning the room at the desks that were lined up, voices talking over voices as some men screamed into the phone, scribbling notes down on loose leaf pieces of paper.

“Newcomer? Nah, we don’t know him. We only cover well-known faces - whoever this Lowdo person is, we don't know him, we ain’t coverin him...no I don’t wanna hear it, gimme a better name and then we’ll talk...fine, fine, I’ll see what the boss says, but don’t expect anything!”

When the phone slammed down and the man stood up, you tried to pull your attention away as Gina stopped at the empty desk, smiling towards you.

“Well, this is you. You’ll be across from David. He was the newest reporter before you,” She turned to David who was busy typing at his typewriter, not paying much attention to you as you sat your box of belongings down at the desk, “David, be good to her. It’s not everyday we get a lady around the journal.”

Before you could start getting your things out, you glanced over at Gina who seemed to linger. Raising an eyebrow, you felt her hands grab your arm, pulling you towards the back, “Before you get settled, I should probably let the boss know you’re here. He might have a story already lined up for you.”

You managed to snake your arm out of her grasp, trailing behind her as she went into the office first, the room filled heavily with smoke and the scent of cigars. Coughing, you waved the heavy smoke out of your face, shaking your head as you adjusted to the scent.

“Boss? It’s the new girl, she’s here.” Gina explained, stepping to the side to let you come in more. Standing beside Gina, your mouth twitched into a smile, looking ahead of you at your new boss - Hank Fezzold. He was a bigger gentleman, with a thick black mustache that drooped over his upper lip, his balding hair combed to one side, and a fat cigar hanging from his lips.

He seemed to take his time wrapping up with whatever it was he was doing. Finishing the cigar before crushing the rest of it into the ashtrap, clearing his throat and looking up at you and Gina.

“So, first day, huh?” You nodded and clasped your hands behind you, waiting for him to continue. He hummed in thought before looking at his desk, going through his papers, “Well, I imagine you know what the job entails? It’s not ethical, as I know you had mentioned in your interview, but it pays well and I think you can mind the code of ethics for a crisp bill, wouldn’t you say?”

You stifled a laughed and nodded, “I’m aware of the job, Mr. Fezzold - if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, staring at one another before Gina finally stepped in, clearing her throat, “Well, Mr. Fezzold, if that’s all, I’m sure she’d like her story so she can get started, yes?”

Mr. Fezzold stared at you for a moment longer before finally nodding, “Yes, well, suppose you’re right, Gina. We are about to have our morning brief so you’ll get assigned a piece then, yes?”

You nodded once, mumbling a ‘yes sir’ before turning and heading out of the office, making your way back to your desk to get whatever you could out before the morning brief began.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

You weren’t sure what to expect exactly when the morning brief began. At your old job, things were relatively hectic, but at least there was order. The Racing Stripes lived up to their reputation - messy, unordered, and pure chaos.

Everyone was screaming over one another from their desks, holding up papers of notes that they had gathered to try and convince Mr. Fezzold why they should cover the story they came up with. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, groaning at how loud the room was, the walls of the garage echoing. Mr. Fezzold seemed to have enough as well, slamming his fist against the desk that he was seated at.

“Enough! Bloody Mary, with this eagerness just to get a story going, you’d think you’d already have it all covered! I don’t give a damn if it’s been covered already, just get the fucking content out and we will work from there. We don’t know a single thing about this season yet, so gather what we can get and we’ll decide from there.”

It was the man from earlier who raised his hand, the one that you overheard on the phone. When Mr. Fezzold nodded for him to speak, frustrated by his sudden politeness, the man stood up and cleared his throat.

“I got a call earlier today, Mr. Fezzold, someone going on about some newcomer from Austria, Niko Laudo? I think that’s his name...they think he’s going to be an important figure this season, want us to cover him. I told them that we don’t cover nobodies, Sir, but I said I’d let you know about it.”

The room erupted in laughs, thinking it was crazy for the man to even suggest it. You didn’t see what the big deal was - newcomers often had more stories than known ones since they’re new and still getting their story out. Nobody seemed to want to take the story, and you thought maybe - maybe, this could be your big break.

Standing up, you cleared your throat to gain everyone’s attention, although that didn’t seem to work. Everyone was still laughing and teasing the man who pitched the idea, saying that he should take it if he’s so obsessed with the man. You bit your tongue, hoping that maybe you’d get a brief second of silence to finally tell them that you would take it. But it never came.

Finally having enough, you sighed and took a deep breath, “HEY!” You yelled over the men, watching as they all fell in silence, mouths gaped at the sudden outburst that came from you. Sighing, you cleared your throat and adjusted your posture, standing up, “I’ll take it. In my experience, you get a fresh face and they’ll give you double the stories of what you’re already getting from a big shot. Whoever this Niko Laudo man is, I’m sure the guy is right, maybe he is going to make a name for himself.”

Mr. Fezzold leaned back in his chair, taking a long drag from his new cigar before exhaling the smoke from his nose. With the cigar in between his index and middle finger, he shook it at you, a smirk toying on his lips.

“You got guts kid, I’ll give you that. But you’re new to covering formula racing - that theory might work for the town paper that you used to work at, but here what people wanna read about is who they already know. You throw out a nobody and the paper might as well be just thrown in the trash.”

You could feel your lips curve into a frown, not sure what to say next. You wanted to prove that you could do it, but it seemed like Mr. Fezzold and the rest of The Racing Stripes Co. were stuck in their own ways. Until Mr. Fezzold surprised you and the rest of the reporters in the room.

“I tell you what. You wanna get your big break here? Fine, I’ll give this to you. Cover him throughout the season and if you’re right on him and your stories do well, I’ll think about keeping you around.”

You smiled weakly and nodded, thanking him before watching as he nodded back, standing up after crushing his cigar in the ashtray and clapping his hands.

“Okay ladies, come on! Season is starting and we got stories to cover. I don’t want to see anyone slacking or else you can kiss your jobs goodbye, you hear?”

Scrambling to get started, reporters began dialing numbers and attempting to set up interviews. They already were steps ahead of you since they were covering racers from the previous seasons. While they were getting interviews, you were only starting to figure out how to get in touch with this Niko Laudo person. As you searched through papers and notes that the man, who’s name you learned to be Ted, gave you - you realized quickly that maybe you were in over your head.

#to the end #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda x you #niki lauda imagine #niki lauda smut #rush #daniel brühl #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl

[hillbillyoracle]

September Self Care Challenge

The last few months have been hell for me y'all and there's absolutely no sign of it letting up. The astrology for this year is pretty clear that it's only looking to get more intense between now and part way through next year so I'm trying to focus on ways I can better ride this wave out. I realized other people might appreciate these challenges that I've created for myself so I decided to share them with all of you. Please take what is useful and leave the rest. Try as much of it as you can or as you want. I will say it would probably help to use a journal throughout this process or a planner. Whichever works for you!

The Routines

Given the astro weather and what's going on in the world generally, now is a really good time to reexamine routines and solidify the helpful parts. I've been doing a lot of this lately and it's been really impactful.

So one part of this challenge involves creating both a morning and evening routine that has at least one of item of maintenance self care, kindness self care, and reflection self care. Expression self care too if you can manage it.

So for instance maybe your AM routine would be:

Brush teeth + get dressed (maintenance)

Morning pages, TMS journaling, or a tarot challenge (reflection)

Make a nice cup of tea and read or listen to something (kindness)

And maybe your PM routine would be:

Brush teeth + wash face (maintenance)

Write about what happened that day (reflection)

Put on a diffuser and read of listen to something (kindness)

Try to stick to it more days than you don't and that's already a win.

I also like to anchor my routines around 123 and 321. In the morning, I like to write down 

1 way I can give back to someone 

2 things I want to get done

3 things I'm thankful for. 

In the evening, I like to write down 

3 things I accomplished

2 ways to improve

1 thing I'm proud of or thankful for

These could count as reflection if need be. I just find them really handy for starting off and finishing a day on a good note.

The Content

I've been feeling bombarded by content that stresses me out lately. I can tell it's been taking a toll on my health. As a disabled person, I've had watch so many people, including family, suddenly decide COVID wasn't worth worrying about while I remain in the same lockdown as ever because I haven't stopped being high risk. It can be really overwhelming seeing how little folks care.

But I was recently introduced to the idea that instead of trying to scroll through the news less, it was more productive to focus on what I want to do more of instead. So I've cut back to reading a news roundup around midday and then focusing on completing the following challenge.

Read 5 new books

Watch 5 new films or documentaries

Listen to 5 new podcasts

Listen to 5 new albums

Create 5 new works

When I say new, I mean new to you.  I've found that novelty helps keep my mind from wondering which is helpful in these times.

What work is is ultimately up to you. For me it will be mostly writing and embroidery this month. Maybe some knitting or crocheting. For you it could be creating a new art piece, learning a new song, taking and editing 5 new photos - whatever would really engage you in a meaningful way.

The Prompts

These are designed so that you can pull cards for these, journal through them, or both. So please do however many of these are actually helpful to you and then don't sweat the rest. I wanted to include a tarot challenge as a way to help take care of one of the reflection categories for the routines and prompts deeper thinking on the theme.

1 T - What's been getting in your way lately? How can you get it out of your way or adapt to it?

2 W - What spell work would improve your life? What do you need to perform it?

3 T - What have you been wanting to learn more about? Where could you start?

4 F - What's would make you feel more confident in your body? How could you do that?

5 S - What's your biggest limitation you're facing? What can you learn from it?

6 S - What talent could you share with others more? Where could you start?

7 M - What's been bothering you around the house lately? What would lessen it?

8 T - What way to move your body would bring joy? What do you need to start?

9 W - What friend or community have you not reached out to in a while? How can you?

10 T - What spiritual practice brings you peace? What would you need to do it more?

11 F - What small change would feel luxurious? How can you implement it in your life?

12 S - What structures do you need to set up? How would they benefit you?

13 S - What way could you brag on yourself a little? Who would be proud to hear about it?

14 M - What food would make you feel more cozy? What do you need to be able to make it?

15 T - What is the biggest drain on your energy? How can you lessen or get rid of it?

16 W - What really needs said? Who needs to hear it?

17 T - What could you give someone to cheer them up? Who should you give it to?

18 F - How could you spend more time with beauty? Where should you look?

19 S - What should you cut back on? How would it benefit you?

20 S - What would make you more sovereign? How can you implement it?

21 M - What intuition have you not been listening to? What does it say?

22 T - What's a better way to deal with anger? Where can you learn more?

23 W - What charm could use refreshed or recast? What needs to be different?

24 T - What opportunity is presenting itself? How can you take it?

25 F - What could you revel in more? How can you make it happen?

26 S - What needs to be gotten rid of? Where's the place to dispose of it?

27 S - What's the dark side of your ego? How can you manage it better?

28 M - What would make your home more calming? How can you bring that in?

29 T - How are you when you're aggressive? What's a better way to get what you want?

30 W - What connection needs extra energy? How can you add to it?

Conclusion

I hope this helps folks. I know it's been helping me since I started doing it and I thought it would be nice to make it more of a community wide thing. So do that parts that speak to you and leave the parts you don't. But please tag me in your reflections, use hashtag #SeptemberSelfCareChallenge, and share your experiences. We're all going through some rough shit these days. Let's take care of ourselves at least a little each day.

#witchblr #witch #tarot #tarot challenge #september tarot challenge #self care

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 8

Releasing two chapters today in honour of my birthday! I am officially 23 years old. Oh my God, what the fuck? I feel ancient.

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: I started writing this for porn and now? Look at all this plot. Disgusting! Featuring: the Hulk, more Bruce fluff, and DISASTER PARENTS. It's gonna get worse before it gets better y'all.

My beta, @miscmarvelwritings is the Peter to my Tony. Love you 3000, baby.

The beeping startled me awake, the haze of my recent memory made me very unsettled. Last thing I remembered was laying down on the couch and Peter's admission - the little! Guy! Was! Spider-Man! Holy! Shit!

Beeping intensified and I heard grumbling and shuffling coming from the side of me. A warm sensation engulfed my right hand and I smiled. I'd recognize that hand anywhere. Bruce was in the room with me so I was definitely in a safe place.

Me eyelids parted meeting a set of oddly fluorescent green eyes. Holy fuck, that was no Bruce, it was... But how? His form was slouched in an uncomfortable position over the bed, crease marks on his face. It was Bruce's body, Bruce's face but who held control over it - he was no Bruce Banner.

"No worry, Princess is safe," The voice that left his mouth was much more primal, with an unmistakable growl underneath. He watched me, alert, scanning my face with unblinking eyes. "Bruce asleep now. I keep watch."

I swallowed the unease. "Hi, Hulk, and thank you," Squeezing his hand very, very gently. "Nice to meet you, by the way."

He grinned, all teeth and sharp canines. He looked like a wolf. The look was so out of place on usually gentle Bruce's face that I had to study it, had to memorize that stark difference between Banner and his alter ego. The smile faltered slightly as he closed his eyes. "Bruce waking up now. See you soon." And with that, his head fell onto his arm, dead weight and limp.

His hair was tousled, a curly mess, and he wore the same shirt I remembered him in. Upon closer inspection it still bore minor stains of what I assumed was my blood. It was probably the only time I would get to look at him, really look at Bruce without the fear of being caught, being weird or getting misinterpreted. He was really handsome, the five o'clock shadow silver on his usually neatly shaved chin, his jawline was firm and... He really was beautiful.

His eyes slowly blinked open, the usual colour brown. Noticing me awake, Bruce immediately perked up. "Morning. How do you feel?" He asked, voice croaky and sleep-drunk.

It sent shivers down my spine. "I'm good, nothing feels amiss besides the left part of my face. That's kind of puffy," I admitted, failing to describe the full-and-pulling sensation I was currently experiencing. "I met the Hulk. He was nice." I added as an afterthought. Thought he should know.

Bruce frowned. "He does that sometimes. Sorry."

"No, it's okay. I think, I think I'd like to meet him properly one day," I admitted my biggest curiosity. After all, I've already met real aliens.

Bruce seemed speechless for a moment. "Are you sure?" He stuttered. "He's...a bit much," He parroted my previous comment about my house, much to my amusement. "You sure it's not the concussion talking?" Banner squinted at the monitor at my bedside, avoiding my eyes.

"I'm very sure," I squeezed the hand I was still holding in quiet affirmation. "Besides, he promised to see me soon."

"Oh did he," Bruce muttered darkly but I could see his face brighten nonetheless. "Right, so I'm going to call in Strange and we can see about unhooking you from all these things," Bruce gestured to the various wires and monitors.

True to his word, Strange waltzed in no more than ten minutes after Bruce called him. Seeing me, the usually stoic man began snickering, unsuccessfully attempting to hide his amusement by swirling his cape in an unnecessarily dramatic fashion. I was not impressed, Bruce was not impressed and neither was Tony who walked in shortly after all the wires were removed from my persona.

"So... Is someone going to tell me why is Dumbledore so joyful this fine morning?" I crossed my arms under my boobs.

"You don't remember?" Tony snorted at my negative head shake. "Before you passed out, you demanded cake and said Wizard here looks like Benedict Cumberbatch. To be fair, I see the resemblance, but you...." Tony paused to snicker multiple times. "You managed to butcher up the guy's name multiple times, I swear to Thor, what came out of your mouth was..." The engineer laughed, making a broad and vague gesture with his hands. "What did she say? Bubble-butt Orgy-pants?" He asked Bruce who was as unsuccessful at hiding his laughter as Strange himself. Even the wizard's cape was bouncing.

I wheezed, suddenly coming to a realization. It wasn't a concussion induced lucid dream, I had actually said that. "It's really bold of you to assume I can pronounce and remember his name while I'm sober," I said. "I just call him British-guy Funny-name." Tony cackled at that, giving me a hearty thumbs up and ungracefully plopping down at the foot of my hospital bed.

"How do you feel, Buttercup?" He was looking earnestly at me now, his sparkling brown eyes big and round and worried.

I had to distract myself to keep from literally face-planting into his lap then and there. "Good, actually." Tony nodded happily, and I raised my finger. "But for the record, Doctor Strange..." I addressed the man who turned to me expectantly. "Please don't get pissed off, I have a request..." He nodded warily. "Don't shave? I mean, now that I can clearly see the resemblance between him and you... Please don't shave off the beard or you'll look like an angry aardvark."

The men in the room gaped, most of all, Stephen - his face was somewhere between resigned suffering and surprised disbelief.

"Angry... Aardvark..." Tony fuckin' WHEEZED. "Fuck a duck..." The engineer clutched at his stomach in an obnoxious fit of laughter, Bruce was snorting too. "The fuck is an aardvark?" The lone word seemed to have a magical effect on Tony, increasing his laughter with every time he repeated it out loud.

"Duly noted," Stephen nodded with as much seriousness as he could before cracking a reluctant smile. "I see that the healing technology Tony developed has worked well, if judging only by your sense of humour returning. Good," With that, he waved his hands about and the puffy feeling from my face disappeared. "I took some liberties and added a healing spell with Loki's help." Seeing my raised eyebrow, he elaborated. "Loki was deeply touched by your kind gesture towards his teammate and offered his help. You should be good to resume your daily activities by nightfall although I recommend you take it easy. And call your mother, she stopped by and instructed me to request you communicate at the first comfortable opportunity."

The mild pity and disdain on Strange's face told me that he was the one who had actually spoken with her. She must've been especially icy and bitter considering I had interrupted her daily routine with getting punched in the face. How inconvenient.

With that, Stephen left me with a parting pat on the shoulder, taking Tony with him - the engineer managed to squeeze a whole hug out of me before being bodily (magically?) dragged behind Strange. I was really uncomfortable with all the attention I was receiving wearing only a thin hospital gown and I told Bruce exactly that - promptly, Natasha arrived with a bag I recognised as my own, an ostrich Birkin that held a cute, soft cashmere loungewear set, some basic toiletries along with a set of underwear and a pair of slippers.

Evidently, my mother packed this bag. Never in a thousand years I would wear a $1200 worth of leisure clothing at a hospital. Even Natasha whistled when I first examined the bag's contents.

"Yeah, yeah, my mother's a bit much," I said, immediately cringing at how obnoxious that sounded.

"No shit," Natasha rolled her eyes. Something told me she'd met her too.

"Wait 'til you see my dad," I replied in an identical tone, disappearing behind the door to the bathroom. It was all very luxurious, extra and overall very Stark. Friday's voice coming from the ceiling made it known that I was still in the tower, the AI informed me of the date, time, weather and the further instructions to follow Natasha after I was done freshening up.

Showers had never felt so good.

I was greeted by muted cheers and a hefty brunch on the common floor. Lots of hugs, too, even Loki paused his brooding to give me an awkward, albeit very genuine embrace. I whispered a thanks for the spell which made the moody god considerably less moody - in fact, he smiled like a child on Christmas Eve. Suddenly, I felt much less out of place with my disaster self.

The pleasant part was done and I geared up to call my own personal curse.

"Hello, mother, it's kind of you to pick up," I started the usual. I could literally feel the confusion and concern of the people in the room piercing my back. "Sorry for interrupting your meeting. Yes, I am quite well now. No, Josh can keep running your errands, I will stay at Mr. Stark's for the time being. Tomorrow morning, probably, don't wait up. I will, absolutely. Oh, is he? Wow, that's amazing. I'm so happy," I chirped. My face was one of the suffering kind. "Yes, dinner on Friday night. Okay-I mean, yes, I will ask. He's actually right next to me." I paused to turn around and look at Tony, mouthing 'she wants me to invite you for dinner'.

Tony's speed was breaking the laws of physics as he snatched the phone right out of my hand. "Hello, this is Tony Stark speaking. You know, maybe you should come over to Stark tower. Yes, the whole family. Thanks, bye." He promptly pressed the end call button right as mother had started her goodbye-have a nice day-live long and prosper speech. "How the fuck do you put up with that woman?" He started at me with a mix of concerned incredulousity.

"She's an acquired taste," I groaned. "You just wait. My dad. I..." I literally had no words to describe the upcoming disaster. Tony had no idea what he just had condemned all of the tower's inhabitants to. "Why am I like this? Why are they like this?" I raised my head up to the ceiling as if the AI living in it could give me all the solutions to my life's problems.

"Get some rest, Princess," Bruce was kind enough to spare me any more misery as his warm, broad hand steered me towards the elevator by the small of my back.

As he dutifully fluffed my pillows and handed me a glass of water and my smartphone, I unashamedly basked in the soft attention I was receiving from the older man. I still felt somewhat groggy; best case, I'll fall right asleep and if the dreamland avoids me, I would browse tik tok and Instagram until something else would strike my fancy. The gentle murmur of him describing the latest lab incident I missed out on and the hands combing softly through my hair were the best sleep aides I could have ever asked for.

Bruce is too precious for this world. Too pure.

Friday rolled in with the force of a pissed off rhinoceros. Dad had flown in on a Thursday afternoon, stopping by the house to drop off his suitcase and happily dangle the keys of a brand new Chevrolet Corvette in front of my face before briefly stopping to ruffle my hair, kiss mother on the cheek and drive off into the sunset to "catch up with people at the studio". Jetlag wasn't a word in that man's vocabulary, he probably snorted a line or three as soon as he stepped out of the airport.

I could carry my groceries in the bags under his eyes. He just waved off any of my attempts to get him some rest only showing mild interest when I spoke about my friendship with Tony Stark, absolutely disregarding the rest of the team sans Captain America and the billionaire himself.

I might as well have been in front of a trainwreck, watching it happen second by second. The moment all three of us stepped out of the elevator onto the tidied up common floor, I had the sudden realization of exactly how much we weren't a family.

We were the exact opposite of that.

My mother, tall and slim and perfectly posed in a sleek blue dress with diamonds glittering around her chin, neck and fingers, her obnoxious greed proudly on display. My father, in his early fifties, well-groomed and fit, in his tight designer pants and a plain white t-shirt under a stylish tweed blazer. He looked ridiculous. Only Tony could pull off something like that (I shuddered. Sigmund Freud sends his regards!). And me, little old me, in my $900 jeans, $1500 Gucci sneakers and a mesh crop top I got at Hot Topic. At least, amidst this mess, my eyeliner game was on point.

I smiled sardonically at Steve who came to greet us. He looked as uncomfortable as I felt.

"Captain Rogers," My father greeted him with his Hollywood smile.

"Steve," An equally fake and toothy grin came from the superhero as he gallantly greeted my mother and swept me into an unnecessarily tight hug.

Point one, my father smirked. Somewhere in the corner, Wanda made a gagging noise - quietly, of course, I only knew about it because she did her telepathic mumbo-jumbo to make me aware of her stance on this particular matter.

Point two, my mother loudly announced she was vegetarian while simultaneously praising the catering services that Tony used. Clint had enlisted Bucky and Thor to help him cook and now all three were smiling awkwardly as mother spoke about the "incredibly talented immigrant workers".

Point three, dad made it his JOB to brag about my skills and achievements as if he was the one encouraging me to pursue them. It was fair, I suppose, since he paid for it but alas, it sounded a lot less like he was a proud father and more of a "look at what my puppy can do". I had to tip my proverbial hat to Tony and Bruce there, they both began to describe our lab work in such unnecessary detail, using so many long words, even Loki began quietly chipping in with totally random, long, difficult words. Confusion was beginning to seep through the eternally cheerful facade that my dad wore.

Or maybe it was the coke and Adderall wearing off. Who knew.

"Peter?" Came the dreaded question from my mother. I shook my head in quiet despair as Peter visibly cringed at my mother's voice.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"That vile boy has been taken care of," I could absolutely see Natasha saying the same thing and the only difference laid in the fact that I knew my mother wouldn't actually kill a person. She would hire someone to do it for her. "It's really unfortunate my daughter got in the middle of that sort of situation."

Wow. My mother just called Peter a coward. Wow. Tony briefly went cross-eyed with anger.

"Baby, why you bein' so quiet?" Dad, the mitigator that he was, intervened before a real shit storm could start. Which meant, as usual, putting me on the spotlight. It was me between a rock and a hard place: nothing, and I repeat - nothing I ever did or have done was good enough for both of my parents at the same time.

"I'm fine, dad, just chillin'," I replied, pushing my food around on my plate. He hated it when I ate too much, which was really anything more than two glasses of water and a salad. Being around models on a strict avocado and coke diet really skewed his sense of normal.

"Nah, baby, you're brooding," His teasing tone could've fooled anybody. Just messing around with a teenager. "Come with me tonight, there's a party, Billie Eilish is going to be singing. Not my style but you like that weird goth shit, might cheer you up a lil'," Dad joked and everybody around the table smiled happily at last. Everyone except Tony that was - his press-tour smile was still glued to his face. I hated it. It was unnatural.

"No, dad, you go have your old people fun," I rolled my eyes.

"Jesus Christ," I heard mother mutter on my other side but she kept quiet beyond that.

"C'mon, don't be a spoilsport," Dad insisted.

"Actually, we have a project planned up in the lab..." Tony trailed off, attracting confused looks from his teammates and friends. Pete looked at me in pure envy.

"Alright, alright, dad, I'll go with you, jeez," I mumbled, flushing from the sheer amount of embarrassment flowing through me. Partying with your own father, how sad and pitiful is that?

"I'm very upset at you ditching me," Tony poked a fork in my direction but didn't press the matter further. I avoided the looks of my friend's friends. I avoided the hell out of Bruce who kept making his perfect, round puppy eyes and radiating so much kindness and support I nearly choked on my intermittent sips of water.

"Alright, we will be waiting downstairs with Josh, say your goodbyes," Mother announced as she subtly towed my father towards the elevator. He'd had a whiskey too much and felt particularly chatty much to Tony's displeasure. "Thank you again for your hospitality."

As soon as the doors closed behind my parents, the group of superheroes erupted into a confused debate. I saw Tony blankly staring at the ceiling. Bucky cursing. Thor overly calmly talking with Loki.

Beyond caring about anything, my face flamed as I made a beeline for my dad's latest, untouched glass of whiskey (single malt, neat, double) and downed it in one go. The conversation stopped promptly, people eyeing me with visible concern. Steve was outraged.

"No," I announced, stopping any and all questions, slamming the glass on the table and departing towards the elevator that had made its way back upstairs. "Just no." Were my parting words as the doors closed once again on a startled and disgruntled group of superheroes.

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『 Their best sexual characteristic | Haikyuu!! Headcanons 』

Part 5/?

Characters: female!reader, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Sakusa Kiyoomi

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), 18+, explicit descriptions of sex, headcanons, imagines

Attention: All characters in this series are aged up to be at least 18+

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: These headcanons really are getting longer each time 😫 But I had a surprising amount of fun writing these ones. Hope you can tell that by reading them! Previous parts are linked at the bottom of the post. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy! ♡

Miya Atsumu

» His dirty talk

First off: that voice. I think y'all know what I'm talking about literally orgasmic

It's so deep, and smooth, and relaxing in a way that just gets you going. There's just something about it that makes you rub your thighs together if ya get me

And when he presses his lips close to your ear, his voice feels like he's caressing you all over yes all over

You basically get high off his voice. Cloud nine ☁️😍

He absolutely loves to talk dirty to you, telling you exactly what he's going to do to you, how pretty you look with your mouth around his cock, or how you're taking him inside you so well hnng

He's got a knack for choosing exactly the right words, and it gets your pussy dripping and aching for him

He always says about how your pussy feels like it was made for his cock

It fits so snug. Loose enough that he can fuck you whenever, but tight enough that he has to work for it

Astumu really loves teasing you – taking his time and priming you with his dirty talk, experimenting with just how close to the edge he can get you when he's hardly even touching you confident little shit, I love him

And it's pretty close

He's exactly the kind of guy to take over an hour making you desperate and horny for him, enjoying the view of your sensitive body squirming beneath him, craving some kind of release

Seeing you like that for him, all just with his words and the occasional well placed hands, boosts his ego to no end as well as making him literally rock hard, aye papi

And the sounds you make when you're a hot, horny mess~

Lord, he wants to record them on his phone and play them back full volume when he jacks off

Honestly, he just wants to record you in general. Take a video of you mewling for him. Maybe snap a pic from above of you with your top pulled up over your tits, nipples hard, thighs pressing together, and with the most desperate look on your face so he has it...you know...for later...

But he'd never actually do any of that without your consent, just to be clear

He'll do this until all you want – all your can think about – is having his cock inside you

And he can be ever so slightly mean and make you beg for it, with that cocky, lidded gaze and a faint smirk again – the little shit. But I love him

"What is it that you want, babygirl? I need to hear you say it. Don't be shy. Use those big words of yours."

But he'd never be so mean as to deny giving it to you. He always planned on fucking you until you can't walk please, oml

Besides, while he's been getting you all riled up, he's been getting just as flustered and desperate. He can just hide it pretty well because he relishes the process

And it's not all just talk, either. Astumu really delivers prime dick 🙌 let me tell you

But the dirty talk doesn't stop there

He uses that voice of his and those delicious words to drive you closer to your climax, his words getting cruder as his hips get sloppier, praising you to no end

He's not shy about what he thinks. He's incredibly straightforward about it

You're making him fucking horny? He'll tell you. Your pussy is the best he's ever fucked? He'll tell you flat out while he's pounding into you. He thinks you look beautiful stuffed with his cock? He won't even hesitate

Communication is key, ya know?

Astumu is a great sexter, too. He has you rushing home on a regular basis to get dicked down omw, lol

And he can't resist whispering dirty nothings in your ear in public, watching you twitch as you get flustered and needy he thinks it's really fucking adorable

The hottest shit since fire was discovered

But underneath that confident, teasing exterior, he's actually super soft for you

You mean the world to him, and his dirty talk is just a declaration of it. His little way of saying 'I love you'

And he's just as whipped for you and your pussy as you are for him and his cock

Awwww. Guys, true love is real 🥺

Miya Osamu

» He loves mutual masturbation

Is it a kink? A fetish? Yeah, pretty much

There's just something really fucking hot to Osamu about getting each other off/getting off in front of each each other

Like, stroke his cock while he's fingering you, and he's cumming in 2 minutes tops

Does it fully replace regular sex?

Nah. Osamu is still down to jump your bones, like, 80-90% of the time lmfao

But he's a pretty practical guy, you know?

He knows that people don't always have the time or the energy, or sometimes even the enthusiasm, to go ~all the way~ every single time

Even for a quickie which he is a fan of, tbh

So he sees mutual masturbation as a great alternative

You both get what you want, you get to do it together, and it really, really turns him on win-win, tbh

Plus, this way, he generally gets a better look at you while you two are going at it he loves a good view

He's a ~connoisseur~ if you will

Osamu is also really into thigh riding and dry humping not just for practicality, either

It's not uncommon for you to crawl onto his lap or thigh when he's busy at home and you're feeling needy, and slowly start grinding on him to get his attention

He might try and ignore you at first, play a little game of will-he-won't-he before he stops doing to whatever it was he was doing before and gives in to you

He'll never turn you away if you're desperate enough to start riding him like that. He's like, 'Damn, she really wants me, huh? 🥵'

Even if he wasn't horny before, he sure as hell is once you start rubbing yourself against him like that

He doesn't even really understand his fascination with all this stuff himself. Like, is it the fact that you're still wearing clothes? The extra friction? The intimacy? The neediness of it? Who knows 🤷‍♀️

All Osamu knows is that it makes his dick stand up faster and straighter than a patriot hearing the national anthem, lmfao, sooo....

He tries to let you do your thing when you're grinding against him like that, but his hands normally find their way to your hips and start firmly working you down into his crotch or thigh, harder and faster

He just can't help himself. The more he gets turned on, the more is hands wander they're kind of cold and it sometimes makes you jump or shiver

If he was being entirely honest, he'd admit how much he loves the feeling of your wet pussy sliding against him, or the feeling of your juices seeping through his trouser leg, making a beautiful, glistening mess but he's rarely that honest, unlike his brother, lol

Definitely the kind of guy to casually lick his fingers after making you cum around them 👅 he may or may not kiss you directly after

His face can be a little hard to read sometimes, but he gets this particularly hungry look in his eyes whenever he's turned on that sends a tingle up your inner thighs *eyebrow wiggle*

The proximity when you're getting each other off is a big win for him – the heat, the panting, the intensity, the little or not so little sounds that escape your lips~

It's all so steamy. It really gets his blood pumping to his diCK

When he's turned on, he gets a little blush across his cheeks that spreads to the tops of his ears you love seeing it from your vantage point when you're straddling him

One thing is certain, though, and that's that he wouldn't do this kind of thing with just anyone

There's something about mutual masturbation, thigh riding, etc. that's very intimate and personal to him, and he'd only do it with someone that he really loves and, perhaps even more importantly, trusts

It's an honour, my gal 😌 He doesnt open up to just anybody 🥺

Sakusa Kiyoomi

» His cum kink

So, a 'cum kink' is pretty vague, as it can mean literally almost anything to do with cum make sure you do you research, my peeps

But Sakusa has a pretty specific cum kink, and that's that his goes inside you

Doesn't really matter if it's your mouth or your pussy I'm not going to say ass, because I feel like that's a big no-no for him

He just likes it going inside you. Swallow it, hold it in by laying on your back with your legs up – whatever. All good to him

But!

It's not a breeding kink thing. It's actually surprise, surprise because it's cleaner. Less mess

Now, Sakusa holds great pride in being able to make you cum, and duh he likes the feeling of himself cumming. He just doesn't want it getting everywhere

Cum is a nightmare to clean out of stuff!! And he wears a lot of black, so it's not a good mix!!

Legit, don't get cum stains on black clothes, guys. 100% not a good time 😭😭

The reason for it isn't the hottest or most romantic thing in the world, but like I said before:

He loves cumming inside you

Just, for the love of God, don't let it all flow back out again please. If not for his sanity, then for your own, because he will fucking go off 😭😂

Condoms are normally a must again, for hygiene reasons

Wrap that shit up, my dudes

But if you get to the stage of your relationship where you're wanting to try going raw and maybe have a baby then~

Damn, this man is going to absolutely destroy your pussy 😩

And if you happen to have a little breeding kink yourself, then you're in for a treat, my gal~

He'll definitely play it up just for you, and will not shut up about how he's going to fill you up until you're fucked out and your pussy is stuffed to the brim with his cum

When you're done, he'll literally take a firm hold your legs and keep them up in the air to stop his cum escaping *sweats in breeding kink*

Rest in pieces if you have a bad gag reflex, because Sakusa enjoys deep-throating, and literally cumming straight into your stomach lmao, and he's a big boy, so prepare yourself

Again, no clean-up = ideal

He can normally be a little rough, but he is the GOD of hate/angry/frustration sex. Like, taking out his stress and frustration in bed just makes it even better

He can be a little iffy about giving you oral or fingering you, though. 'Tis a bit messy for his tastes

He doesn't like to make you do all the work, though. It makes him feel lousy

So one time he offered to finger you while wearing a pair of those latex gloves that doctors wear lmfao, gold star for Kiyoomi. He tried 😭

And I'm not even remotely exaggerating when I say he will outright refuse to have sex with you if you have a cold

Exchange of bodily fluids when you're ill is a big NOPE did you honestly expect anything else? 😭

This isn't even about his kink anymore. Whoops 🙃

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Part 1: Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo

Part 2: Ushijima, Suga, Bokuto

Part 3: Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Asahi

Part 4: Kageyama, Noya, Tendou

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Cause After All This Time, I'm Still Into You (Taywhora) - Winter

a/n: it’s been a lil while but i decided to start posting here again, i put this up on ao3 and my blog but i figure i’d cross post for the anons i saw wanting taywhora, hope y'all enjoy <3

thanks to pink-grapefruit-cafe for betaing :)

Before they were living together, A’whora thought Tayce to be flawless. Literally, where were the flaws? It wasn’t that she had any issues, far from it, but she had one vulnerability and she rarely showed it.

She was terrified of bugs. More specifically, spiders but any insect around her and A’whora could see the sense of unease in her eyes.

It took a screaming Tayce bolting into her room to take her eyes off her sewing machine. The noise made her jump, messing up a stitch in the action. Her roommate stared at her, eyes wide with a mix of fear and shock.

“A’whora! I went to get in the shower but there’s a spider in there, can you please get rid of it.”

A’whora stared back blankly, shrugging before returning her attention to her work. As much as she wanted to help Tayce at any opportunity, her work held most of her attention at this time of day.

“Don’t ignore me, lass! Please, Aurora.” The pleading tone in her voice caught her off guard. A’whora frowned, she wasn’t keen on bugs but she could throw a shoe at a spider if it pleased Tayce. It helped that she was utterly adorable, nervously staying behind her as they walked to the bathroom to get rid of it.

“Fucking hell! It’s huge.” A’whora recoiled, she’d expected something stupid like a daddy -ong-legs but this spider was around the size of her hand. Staring it down made her feel nervous but the terrified Tayce muttering words of encouragement made her remembered what she was doing this for.

She held the shoe in her hand, whacking the creature with all the pent-up fury she had from years of repressed lesbianism. She hit it repeatedly for good measure, glancing over at Tayce to gauge her reaction before erupting in giggles at the shock on her face.

“Fuck, you look like you need therapy.”

“Don’t we all?”

A’whora glanced back at the mangled corpse of the bug, she cleared it up with some toilet roll to her disgust. Picking pieces of dead spider wasn’t her ideal Thursday afternoon activity but seeing the gratefulness of Tayce’s face made it worth it.

“Oh, you’re such a doll. Thanks ‘Rory you’re a lifesaver.” With the affectionate nickname, Tayce pressed her lips to A’whora’s cheek before heading off to prepare for her shower.

Oh. She enjoyed that a little too much.

—

Tayce was a private person by nature. She was fine with being expressive, it was something she couldn’t control. But she didn’t let people push past her boundaries. It had worked for a long time until A’whora came around and melted everything with a flutter of her lashes.

She’d never admit it, and risk boosting such an ego, but Tayce’s weakness was the rude blonde she lived with. Something about her felt comfortable. She was home, someone Tayce never felt a need to fake things around. If she wasn’t into a conversation or just wanted to be alone, A’whora understood. Sometimes she got lonely, it was something that went unspoken for months. Just the occasional day where Tayce was all over A’whora much to the latters annoyance.

For her part, A’whora never pushed her away. She’d whine a bit about not being able to do her work before returning the attention and trying to keep down a smile when Tayce would lay her head on her shoulder, quietly making her desires known before wrapping her arms around her waist to pull her into a long embrace.

You know. Normal friend stuff.

It happened to be one of those days, Tayce could feel herself going too far into her head. She needed someone next to her to take those thoughts away, but A’whora had been complaining about how busy she was for days. Tayce had barely seen her, and it hurt to think that she would shake her off if she went to find her.

She tried to reassure herself, this was ridiculous. She wasn’t dependent on her roommate. She had a life and friends, but something about being with A’whora soothed her to her core. The internal debate kept on, though her feet decided for her as Tayce realised she was stood outside the door of A’whora’s sewing room

She opened the door to see her roommate hunched over her sewing machine, brows furrowed as she concentrated hard on constructing the outfit. The creek of the door caught her attention, her eyes flying to Tayce stood in the doorway.

“You alright there lass?” A’whora looked the woman in front of her up and down. Something felt different but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Tayce walked over silently, perching her head on A’whora’s shoulder as her arms wrapped around her waist. They sat there, soundlessly embracing without much care for the world. A’whora was vaguely aware of the work in front of her but the warmth that Tayce radiated was intoxicating. She could never fight being held by her arms.

“Is today one of those days where you need attention?” Tayce let out a hum of agreement, not quite able to find the words to describe her feelings. A’whora understood enough, lightly pulling at her wrist and leading them to the couch. Her instinct was to reach for a comfort snack, grabbing the jar they kept of Percy Pigs for things like this.

Though she tried to ignore the growing feelings, she wasn’t against something happening between them.

That was an understatement, her heart stammered when A’whora turned to her with a small smile and shining eyes. The smaller girl had a resting bitch face, her natural state was sourer than most people could handle but Tayce never found her looking like that unless she was annoyed. When they were alone she was a different person, so much more sweet and loving than anyone else could know.

She envied how easily A’whora opened up to her, it took some time but she’d fully let Tayce in within a few months of living together. It’d been almost a year and a half and that was still something the brunette struggled with. She wanted to tell A’whora everything, about the loneliness and the way she felt unfulfilled despite her cool demeanour.

“Rory, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, you can tell me, anything babe.”

“You’re the only person who doesn’t make me feel alone.“ Tayce tried not to show hesitation in speaking her feelings, instead, leaning her head into A’whora’s shoulder. The warmth of her roommate was enough to distract from most things going on in her head. Though she loved the affection, A’whora realised it was a defence mechanism. If she couldn’t see a reaction then she wouldn’t have to deal with it. That was an interesting way to think but she wasn’t really in a position to judge.

“Tayce, if you ever feel alone, I’m here alright? We get each other better than anyone else. I’d never let someone I genuinely love feel like shit if I could help.”

Tayce let out a muffled sigh, moving her head to still lean into the blonde’s shoulder but be able to speak clearly.

“Someone you genuinely love huh?” Despite clearly being meant as a quip, Tayce’s voice was far too fond, dripping with so much affection it made A’whora’s heart swell. She was thankful Tayce couldn’t see her reaction from where her head was, she wouldn’t live down the blush that took over her face from the comment.

“I love you too, don’t think too hard about it. I can feel you blushing.” Tayce laughed, poking her in the ribs to a delightful giggle from the smaller girl.

It amused her how they’d occasionally get like this, separate from the world stuck in the bliss of each other and yet not wanting to speak a word of their actual feelings. It was painfully obvious there was something between them. Lawrence loved to comment on the sexual tension but Tayce thought it ran deeper than that. There was so much comfort in their relationship, it didn’t make sense to most people.

From how flustered she got, A’whora had to have some kind of feelings for her. Tayce never wanted to pry, she liked where they were at.

Or she was scared to lose it and didn’t want to risk it on the off chance she read it all wrong.

A’whora saw the thoughtful look on Tayce’s face and wanted nothing more than to kiss it off. The timing felt wrong, another day they may have closed the gap but the emotions were too raw. It felt like she would take advantage of her roommate finally letting her feelings out.

They fell into a comfortable silence after that. It was late by the time A’whora realised Tayce had fallen asleep, arms still tightly holding her. Moving would be cruel, seeing the taller woman so peaceful was rare. She enjoyed the warmth that Tayce always emitted, it always put her in a near euphoric, calm state. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep with her, content to cuddle like this for a long time.

—

Tayce felt groggy, noting where she was situated on the couch with A’whora in her arms before anything else. She realised they must have fallen asleep at some point, cuddled together in something heart-achingly domestic.

She grabbed her phone, realising it was almost 3 am and that her body would kill if she slept the night on a couch that was too small for her. It could just about fit A’whora when she reclined on it but Tayce’s feet always dangled over the edge uncomfortably.

She lightly tapped A’whora, who let out a sleepy murmur before placing her head back onto Tayce’s chest.

“Get up A’whora, we need to go to bed.”

The smaller girl hummed, finally sitting up. The sight of her rubbing her sleepy eyes was enough to make Tayce want to squeal. Maybe it was the tiredness but she just wanted to hold A’whora close to her until the end of time and hear her let out her little sleepy noises and cuddle into her chest.

The blonde stood up, about to walk to her room before Tayce tugged at her hand.

“No, with me.” Her words came out softer than she meant, her voice tender and tired. A’whora just nodded, letting Tayce lead them to her room and nestle into her bed.

The smaller girl poked her leg with a small laugh, eyes lighting up in amusement at the jeans still on her.

“Are you really going to sleep in jeans?” It took Tayce that long to realise she still had denim clung to her legs. The fatigue had gotten to her, brain too fuzzy to process it. Begrudgingly she got up, throwing some pajamas on, glad the darkness masked her body. She threw a shirt and short A’whora, muttering that she should get changed too.

The darkness wasn’t only hiding Tayce, her roommate held the clothes, sleepily blinking at them before she realised what was happening. She felt grateful that the blush on her face wasn’t visible, the feeling of Tayce’s clothes on her made A’whora’s heart tighten. Soft, little domestic moments that her roommate wouldn’t think about in a few minutes. They were what she cherished most.

The brunette made her way back to the bed, pulling the smaller girl into a tight hug before letting her head settle back onto her chest. She was slipping from consciousness but quietly hoped this wouldn’t be the last time something like this happened. She’d like to sleep next to A’whora more often.

The morning came quicker than either would have liked, wanting nothing more than to stay cuddled up but not ready for the implications that came with that. Tayce woke up first, nestling herself back into the warmth of her bed after attempting to move only to find a sleeping A’whora curled into her.

The blonde didn’t wake up as gracefully, she stirred shortly after but bolted up at the realisation of what had happened. Tayce wanted to put her head back down and cuddle more but the blush that erupted on the other woman’s face told her all she needed to know.

“I asked you to, don’t start freaking out and apologising. It’s fine.”

A’whora shrugged, hiding her face in Tayce’s shoulder with a slight grumble. She wasn’t ready to deal with the day and gave in to the warmth the brunette provided.

They got up later, not thrilled to separate but knowing they needed to. The previous night left unspoken. Maybe that was better for now.

—

Though she was just as bad, Tayce found it hilarious how long A’whora took to get ready. It wasn’t because she took a long time doing everything. She just faffed around while getting ready and ended up taking an hour longer than she meant to.

The time wasn’t for nothing, A’whora finally came out of her room looking so beautiful it left Tayce speechless. Her outfit was nice, a black blazer and trousers. It wouldn’t be that amazing on anyone else but the way it fit around her curves made Tayce’s heart speed up. She looked hot, blonde hair in its natural wavy state that looked like it would be euphoric to run her hands through.

“Tayce? You’re awfully quiet there.”

“You look ethereal.”

A’whora looked taken aback by how sincere Tayce sounded. She would tell the smaller woman if something was off but seeing her speechless was something new. She must have done a damn good job.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, when aren’t you breathtaking though.”

“Little old me? Breathtaking? You’re too kind, Aurora.” Tayce played coy, batting her lashes with fake innocence as her roommate let out a soft laugh at the act. It was something she’d do all the time, but that never meant A’whora’s heart would stop fluttering every time she did it.

Taking another glance at her as they prepared to leave, Tayce wondered how she was going to get through a dinner with her notoriously teasing friends and A’whora looking like that. She could hear the remark Lawrence would make about their sexual tension, maybe a small comment from Tia about how, for her namesake, A’whora didn’t look like a whore. The usual fun things.

She’d make it through, somehow.

—

“Christ, Bims, I’ve never seen you so covered up.”

Tayce was greeted by the sight of a modest-looking Bimini sitting with a few of their other friends as she and A’whora made their way to the table. A modest outfit for them was just not having much skin out, though their legs were still out it was something different.

“Tayce, you look like a rich bitch who’s about to go kill her husband and run off with her new girlfriend. Speaking of the new girlfriend, hey A’whora.” Bimini shot back, the table erupting into laughter at the quip. Tayce glanced at the girl next to her, whose eyes had fallen to the floor trying to hide the blush quickly forming on her cheeks.

“Who me? That’s quite a high compliment. Though I wouldn’t trust this bitch to keep a secret like a murder plot when she can barely keep her mouth shut when someone wears something ugly.”

A’whora laughed at the comment, despite being unable to manage a reply. She huffed a bit, lightly jabbing Tayce with her elbow and praying it came across that she just didn’t care for the joke.

“Oh lord, we can’t go out for anything with these two without the sexual tension following them. How’s that been going for you ladies?” Lawrence interjected, getting another round of laughter from their friends.

“I’m just trying to look at this menu, you all are hounds, get your minds out of the gutter.”

“The only sexual tension Lawrence knows is watching Ellie with her Monster can,” A’whora paused, “and being jealous of the monster can.”

Tayce let out a howl of laughter that caught the attention of their table and the other people surrounding them. She didn’t care for the eyes on them. Her attention was on the blonde looking proud at her joke. There was something about the way A’whora would puff out her chest when she made someone laugh like that, she couldn’t take her eyes off her.

Ellie arrived soon after, utterly bewildered by the taken aback look on Lawrence’s face and the giggles coming from the rest of the table.

“What happened here?”

That was a hard question to answer. No one wanted to out Lawrence’s feelings, though there was nothing else to explain it. Bimini just shrugged, saying something about A’whora being surprisingly funny. Tayce didn’t pay them much attention, she felt a hand make its way onto her thigh. A’whora wasn’t looking at her but she could see the small smile creep its way onto her face as a hand came to rest on top of her own.

The night went pretty easy after that, jokes aplenty but no one paying too much attention to the way Tayce kept sneaking glances at A’whora or the way their hands hadn’t moved until they’d gotten their food and found their way back after.

Bimini had given her a curious look at some point, they clearly knew something but left it unspoken. Tayce didn’t know if she could handle another comment about them looking like a couple and the utterly flustered A’whora that would look to her to throw something back.

She’d have to get A’whora better at handling comments when she was flustered. It was cute how she lost the ability to speak if it was particularly bad, but the brunette hated to always be the one to deny things and keep the banter going.

—

Tayce felt light as A’whora leant against her, sat on a bench in the station waiting for the last train to bring them home. They’d both drunk a little too much, sober enough to walk and talk but minds fuzzy with the wine and a light fog of tiredness. The blonde had her head leant on her shoulder, trying to let her brain rest from attempting to stay social while progressively getting more drunk.

The wine did interesting things to her, it didn’t taste as bad as most alcohol though she still didn’t like it. Drinking enough left her floating, consciousness a little fuzzy but still attentive enough to navigate herself home. Her reaction times slowed, Tayce found this very amusing as she took a second to blink and realise she’d been tapped on the shoulder. It was cute to see the cogs whirring in her brain as things happened around her.

Tayce herself wasn’t near sober either. She could hold herself together better than A’whora but a much softer side of her came out with the wine they’d had with their meals. She wasn’t acting on it but seeing the fuzzy state of her roommate made her want to squeeze her into her arms and protect her from the world. A’whora was always cute but the curious glances she gave everything was enough to make anyone love her.

A’whora felt another poke on her shoulder, turning to see a laughing Tayce mimicking her confused expression before laughing harder.

“Bitch!” The smaller girl shoved her lightly, making Tayce fall into the arm of her chair mid laughter.

They progressively got a little more aggressive with their game. It started with Tayce pushing A'whora back, the latter scurrying off to avoid it before lightly shoving Tayce as she stood up to chase after her. Pushes were punctuated by uncontrolled giggles from the pair as they continued.

Tayce saw a chance to win, shoving A’whora into the wall behind them, leaving her pinned to it with Tayce in her face. She realised the implications of this but the pure look in A’whora’s eyes was enough to sway any doubt. She really was adorable.

Though it took a second to realise exactly where Tayce was and how close their faces were, A’whora moved her hand, running it through Tayce’s hair with a loving smile adorning her face. She leant into Tayce’s hand as it cupped her face, lightly inching their faces closer together until she could the warmth of her breath on her face. There was a slight smell of wine on Tayce’s breath but A’whora knew she had the same. It didn’t dissuade her as Tayce closed the gap, pressing their lips together in a kiss that had been a long time coming.

Things moved, they deepened the kiss, ignoring the world around them. The only thing that A’whora saw was Tayce, her beauty effortless and the loving side spilling out of her the longer they stayed that close.

Tayce jolted out of the kiss eventually, leaving a shocked A’whora frozen to her spot. Tayce grumbled something, whipping around to the train behind them and pulling A’whora in before she had time to blink.

The taller woman let out a sigh of relief as they managed to board just before the train left the station. She turned to the blonde to see her still staring at the door of the train, confused about how quickly everything had transpired.

Tayce pulled her to the seats on the train, sliding into the window seat to let A’whora lean on her. It was then she realised her hair had stayed soft and wavy, and finally listened to her heart and started running her hands through it. A giddy feeling built up as the smaller girl leant into it, such a soft smile on her face that Tayce just wanted to kiss her and get her to grin more and more.

So she did.

Tayce took her face up from its resting place on her shoulder to let them have another go at a long kiss without being interrupted by transport. A’whora leant into it, kissing Tayce back with her heart pounding in her chest.

They broke apart for breath, A’whora’s face in a smitten smile. Something in her eyes was the most tender thing Tayce had ever seen and it made her pull the girl into a tight hug.

“You’re so cute,” She mumbled into the top of A’whora’s head as she cuddled into Tayce.

They stayed entangled together until they had to get off, Tayce peppering A’whora with kisses as she smiled giddily and giggled at the rush of compliments Tayce would spout when they broke apart. It was messy and drunk but that made the feeling feel more sincere. It didn’t have to be perfect, to be kissing A’whora was enough for Tayce to feel like she was levitating.

A’whora was too distracted by the warmth of the taller woman to realise when they pulled into their stop. It took a light tug at her hand for them to get off, though A’whora wrapped her fingers around Tayce’s hand, refusing to let it go. They stayed hand in hand for the short walk home, the blonde was surprised she was walking fine but the cold evening air started to sober her enough to walk straight and navigate with Tayce rather than being pulled along.

Getting in was another matter, the door opened fine but the minute she walked through the door Tayce felt A’whora’s hand leave hers. She wanted to go tug on her hand once more, cuddling into each other in the warmth of her bed but something left her rooted to the floor, staring helplessly as her roommate walked into her room.

Or she would have, had she not noticed Tayce still stood in the doorway staring at her.

“Tayce? You just gonna stand there? At least make sure you take your makeup off.”

The sudden words made her jolt up, realising she was still fully dressed with a full face of makeup planning to faceplant into her bed. A’whora took the initiative to take the lead for once, leading the taller girl by hand into their bathroom and handing her some makeup wipes before getting to work on her face.

It proved to be a difficult task, Tayce leaning over to kiss her as she took it off and getting her lipstick on her cheek every time.

“Tayce! If you want to kiss me at least take your lipstick off first.”

“Oh so if I take it off I can kiss you as much as I want?”

“Yes just stop leaving lipstick on my face.”

Tayce turned to her with a sly grin, pressing her lips to her cheek once more but making sure to make a mess of it, placing softer kisses across her face with a giggle. The annoyance A’whora felt subsided with the quiet laughter that bubbled out of Tayce. She couldn’t be mad at anyone that cute.

Thankfully the brunette began to take off her makeup, focusing on that rather than pestering her roommate. It didn’t take long for the tables to turn, as A’whora turned to her after finishing with an unreadable expression.

“You’re so pretty. You’re so fucking pretty.” Her words sounded completely smitten, something Tayce was sober enough to notice but nowhere near brave enough to address.

“You think so? Like this? I wouldn’t call sitting in the bathroom tipsy with no makeup on my best moment” Tayce let out a soft hum, she felt pretty all of the time but of all the times to comment on it why now? Why while they were still tipsy and with her freshly taken off makeup, she didn’t feel particularly pretty, but the look in A’whora’s eyes said everything she needed to know.

“Yeah, I like your freckles,” A’whora said quietly, moving to place a soft kiss on Tayce’s cheek before making a daring dart for her lips.

It was different from before, they were both sober enough to know exactly what they were doing but neither wanted to stop it. Tayce wrapped her arms around A’whora’s shoulders to steady them as they deepened the kiss.

When they parted, A’whora let out a soft yawn, reminding Tayce of the time, and the fact they were both tired from everything. She picked up the smaller woman, carrying her over to her bed, throwing some pajamas at her, and cuddling into her when they both were changed out of their smart clothes.

Lying there with A’whora curled into her side was when she realised something. She’d avoided her feelings for this long, not reading into things. But being here with her felt so right. All the kisses and little compliments they’d thrown at each other over the night making them both feel warm and fuzzy inside.

She wanted this, to fall asleep next to the blonde and wake up to her, groggy with sleep and not wanting to get up just yet. She wanted them to stay in bed, cuddle up and maybe doze off and sleep more if the day allowed it.

She wanted A’whora. That was all Tayce needed.

The smaller girl hadn’t spoken a word since they cuddled up together, her breathing was quiet and rhythmic, she looked to be sleeping, so Tayce didn’t mind speaking her thoughts.

“I love you.”

A’whora didn’t respond at first, continuing to stay put in her spot in Tayce’s arm before she got a muffled reply.

“I love you too.”

—

Tayce felt her heart flutter at the sight before her when she awoke. A’whora was cuddled into her side, head laid on her chest with an arm flung over her stomach. Her leg followed suit, flopped over Tayce’s, locking her into a close position that she didn’t have the heart to disturb.

She wanted to soak in the warmth of the person cuddled with her but the sharp headache became more obvious the more she sat there. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to get pretty drunk on wine but it ended well enough. Her memories were fuzzy but she could make sense of it all. They’d kissed. A lot. Tayce wished she could feel the sensation sober but that carried too many implications for her hungover brain to handle.

There was one downside to sleeping next to A’whora, she was a light sleeper. Tayce knew the minute she tried to get up no matter how careful she was, the smaller woman would groan about it being too early and proceed to notice what had happened. She couldn’t find it in herself to deal with that right then and there but the throbbing in her head demanded her attention anyway.

Sliding her way out of A’whora’s grasp hurt. She wanted nothing more than to pull her in further, pepper her with soft kisses to wake her up, and stare at her adorable sleepy face.

Somehow Tayce had avoided waking her up, maybe the alcohol had taken a toll on her too. Whatever happened she’d complain about it soon enough, it would be for her own benefit if Tayce grabbed her a bottle of water with the painkillers she was getting.

A’whora started to wake up with Tayce out of the room. She felt like something was missing. Someone. Her tired mind couldn’t quite figure it out but the sound of someone walking into the room was enough to satisfy her, grabbing for the person as she sat on the bed.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Tayce murmured as A’whora leant over to go back to cuddling into her. She assumed the smaller girl was still asleep but the way she nuzzled into her chest and let out a muffled yawn.

“Rory?” Tayce felt her heart start to race. She was awake, she’d heard Tayce calling her cute and was making the conscious decision to stay cuddled into her.

Looks like she’d have to deal with this, no matter how prepared she was.

A’whora let out a hum of acknowledgement that Tayce felt vibrate into her chest. Her position was going to make any attempts at conversation a lot harder.

“Tayce? Cuddle me.” Finally letting out some words, the blonde curled up closer to her. Tayce felt her heart skip a beat as it came out as a muffled whine. Not a question, not the demand she might have meant it as, a quiet question that pulled at her heart that was followed with a sleepy sigh that melted it.

“I will, but you need to take these pain killers for me, this hangover will kill you when you wake up properly.”

Tayce laughed at the face A’whora pulled as she begrudgingly moved from her position to take them. She grumbled something incoherent before looking at Tayce with an unreadable expression in her eyes.

She leant over, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before going back to her place on Tayce’s chest.

A’whora kissed her like it was nothing. Was it something? Was Tayce overthinking it? Absolutely, but that wasn’t the point.

A’whora kissed her. Her roommate. The adorable little blonde was cuddled into her, having kissed her cheek like they were dating. It was too perfect, so domestic it was all she ever needed.

It only took a few more minutes for a soft grunt to come from her chest. A slight pout formed on A’whora’s lips and she muttered about a headache and lifted herself from the comfort of Tayce’s chest.

“Hey, Tayce?”

The brunette turned her attention at the call of her name, staring at A’whora who sat there silently. She stared back for some time before doing something a lot more daring than Tayce ever thought her capable of.

She kissed her again, this time on the lips. Tayce deepened it, one arm falling around A’whora’s waist while the other fell through her soft hair, keeping her close.

Her theory was right. Sober kisses were just as incredible as the drunk ones. The perk was that she’d remember this one.

“Good to know you like that, helpful information.” A’whora giggled, she delighted in the way Tayce’s eyes widened as she pressed another light kiss to her cheek. Her head felt fuzzy, whether that was from the hangover, the tiredness, or Tayce she couldn’t quite tell.

“You hound, You’re going to be chasing me for kisses every hour of every day now I just know it.” Tayce felt lightheaded at the affections. Something about the ease of it all made her stomach go fluttery with feelings she wouldn’t be too quick to disclose.

“That’s your fault for being so kissable. Not my fault.”

The cheek of her roommate was amusing, the brunette held back a snicker. She wanted to laugh it off, the flirting was fairly common between them. The kisses threw her. She just wanted to take a second, process everything that was happening before continuing but a certain blonde loved to keep her on her toes.

“You’re so dumb.”

Tayce could hear the tenderness in her tone, painfully loving and sappy. It would disgust her if she saw it in anyone else, that level of lovey was not something she wanted to hear. But it was A’whora. The little idiot who could brighten her day with a smile, the one who she bounced off of better than anyone. The person she would trust with her life. She couldn’t stop the way her heart pounded at the littlest affections between them.

So why should she?

“Cool it, lass, I know you love me.”

“Maybe so, wouldn’t you like that”

“Yeah. I’d like that a lot actually.”

“Aurora…” Tayce melted at the hopeful eyes staring at her. They broke through any walls she had left. She couldn’t find the words. She loved A’whora but saying it was something else entirely. So she showed it, pulling her in for a longer kiss.

A’whora felt all her feelings without the need for words. It was told through actions, the way Tayce’s hand ran through her hair, before circling to her jaw to stroke it softly, angling her into a deeper kiss. Her love was in the way their foreheads stayed pressed together as they fell apart. The shine in her eyes as her face lit up in an unconscious smile.

The way she let go, letting her love flow into everything and not trying to hide it.

“I love you too, Tayce.”

That was it, those were the words she’d wanted to hear for so long. It was a wave of warmth and euphoria that she never wanted to stop feeling.

“Come on, I love sitting here with you but I’m hungry and I think it’s time for beans on toast.”

Tayce finally moved, hanging her legs over the edge of the bed. If she didn’t attempt to move now they never would. Though she would come back later to cuddle up with A’whora for as long as she could, eating was important too.

“You’re insatiable! It’s always beans on toast with you.”

“If you act like that you won’t be getting any.”

With that, Tayce stood up and started walking to the kitchen only to be stopped by a sudden weight leant onto her back. A’whora laid her head on her shoulder with a content sigh.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The quick response surprised both of them. Tayce hadn’t expected it to come out so soon, it would still be time until she could say it with the ease A’whora did, but that was fine.

A’whora loved her, that was all she ever needed.

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #uk2 #tayce #a'whora #taywhora #fluff #winter #concrit welcome #submission #lesbian au

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I Have Too Many Opinions. ep. 1

lmao. i got encouragement to post my opinions on fandom things and now i want to make a miniseries doing just that. so here i am. doing just that.

im putting it under the cut cuz this was 4 whole pages including the disclaimer. yes i put a disclaimer and i explain why.

Anyways, here is the first piece in what inevitably will become fandom info dump, this time on thomas astruc’s writing on miraculous ladybug. but only some of my opinions cuz we would be here all day otherwise.

So… a disclaimer before I begin… 

I do not hate Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir (yes i'm using their government name). I am quite a fan of the show actually despite its faults. I am also older than the intended audience but was obviously younger when the show first aired which is how my interest was piqued (the fact that its been 6 years and only 3 seasons says more about the show than me being a fan for that amount of time but also i never want to rush content creators cuz they're doing their best) and due to my age, there will be inherent bias in my approach of what i'm about to say as there is in EVERY opinion. The fact that it is an opinion should imply the presence of bias but most people tend to lack the critical thinking skills required to draw that conclusion ANYWAYS…

If I did hate the show I would not have this blog nor would I be even writing this because i tend to not give more than 2 seconds of thought to things i actively dislike (some of yall should give this a try) and i'm allowed to like things that are designed for an audience that i was originally a part of but grew out of. (I don't suddenly stop liking things because I'm older despite what many younger fans seem to believe about older audiences. I also don't need to be ‘allowed’ to do anything cuz i wasn't asking for permission anyways.)

This will not be character bashing, astruc bashing nor fandom bashing cuz, again, that would imply i hate any of those elements and if i did, i would not dedicate brainpower to them. Analyses and criticisms of media are fun and engaging and required if you wish to produce good enjoyable content. Now most of this should be already assumed and self-explanatory but people on the internet like to play morality roulette roll dice on purity culture and I rather have documentation that I am in fact not bullying fictional 14 year olds or a grown man. But alas, people get trigger happy whenever someone has less than 1000000% positive opinions on something they like and will throw out words they can't define (gaslight, baiting, toxic, problematic, gatekeep etc) in an attempt to defend their blind devotion, 

which is not needed, if you like something you never have to defend it, even if i don't like it. If you respond to anything I post saying you disagree with me, I will not argue with you. I won't debate back and forth and try to convince you that the things you like are wrong. Unless you are being absolutely tone deaf to what i'm saying, you wont get a negative reaction from me. So don't try to fish for a fight. Please. I got metaphorical hands for days and I'm mean, you don't want me hurting your feelings on the internet. Do yourself the favour. Difference of opinion is how we get diversification in media and is inherently a good thing. Now that that's out of the way, please don't ever let me have to say that again. I beg.

Now onto the fun stuff

I didn't know what I wanted as a first topic so my trusty internet friend @moonlitceleste suggested astruc’s writing… 

AND BOI do i got some opinions on ole tommy boi. Again I don't hate the dude. In fact, he has worked on a few shows that had defined my childhood, including but not limited to W.I.T.C.H. (all eps available on youtube for those interested, 2 seasons, general fun time all around).

So I don't think he’s scum of the earth but I do think his approach to writing mlb specifically has more misses than hits.

The first big miss is that he has no idea how to write 14 year old girls. At all. Almost every girl he has ever written feels like some terrible archetype built entirely for marketability and childish projection and pubescent self-insert (kind of). He has never been a 14 year old girl. I have. In fact when the show first aired, I WAS around the (assumed) age of the mlb characters. The behaviour he passes off as quirky or awkward or just the character’s genuine personality tend to perpetuate harmful stereotypes of teen girls found in the media and are never actually addressed as harmful. they just get swept under the rug. Marinette’s exuberant collage of teen heart throb model boi Adrien Agreste and her very painful almost fan worship she has of him (which flip flops like a paper sandal in the rain) being portrayed as a cute school girl crush uwu, Chloe being the y7 Regina George, Alya being the token best friend of colour with her ‘sassy’ personality (i want y'all to imagine me eyerolling so hard i bust a vessel in my eye), Kagami being the very damaging Perfect Asian Child stereotype. And before y'all get on your dusty soap box and defend going on about “BUT IT'S FOR CHILDREN”,,,, know this.

 i don’t give a solid fuck. 

Not one. 

Children arent stupid. Children are always going to remember the richy bitchy blonde who bullies the art kid, and the big kid, and the shy kid, and the non white kids, and was only nice to her equally rich white friend who she probably had a crush on or was only ever civil to her equally white lapdog. They're going to remember the half asian girl who was never allowed to actually be asian or the only black girl who existed solely as a soundboard for enabling bad habits or chastising the main character for the same habits she enables in the first place (boi aint THAT a topic for later). Like do i really need to explain that alya chastising marinette for taking max’s spot in gamer just to play with adrien rings absolutely hollow when she actively encourages her to sabotage the contest she’s in just so Kagami doesn't win?? Like I don't have to explain that right?? Again kids arent stupid and its quite something that Mari gets chastised for proving herself the best video game player regardless of her intentions just cuz it comes at the expense of max’s feelings/ego but is actively encouraged to sabotage not only kagami but herself by extension cuz kagami is ‘competition.’ Adrien is not a trophy to be won. And no I don't expect 14 yrs old to be perfect and to always make good decisions but these decisions are never addressed as being bad decisions. they get swept under the rug cuz those decisions were necessary for the ‘plot’ but astruc can barely keep characterization consistent and his characters suffer for it and it's the same children you preach are watching it that suffer as well. Cuz guess what? I KNOW 14 yr olds aren't like that cuz i've been there done that (this is the last time i'm saying that i promise) so I know astruc is just metaphorically throwing darts to figure out who says and does what without consideration for pre established personalities to drive the stalemate plot along. The same kids you say are watching this don't know that that's not how preteens work and will absorb and internalize those dynamics like baking soda and vinegar. Cata-fucking-strophically. 

And I haven't even gotten to the boys yet. Which honestly doesn't require much explanation anyways cuz they suffer the same fate as the girls. Tired archetypes with nothing to give them life. Nino falls into Adrien’s person of colour token best friend who dates the female lead’s person of colour token best friend so they can have cute double dates uwu. Except the plot goes nowhere and we have no inclination of romantic development beyond moments that only act to actively convince me to anti ship the lovesquare (i don't want to do that so i self indulge in fanon that actually cares about the characters and plot. may i interest you in True Sight on AO3?). Max is the residential nerd but it doesn't matter (cuz he and everyone are dumbed down for the sake of ‘plot’), kim is the sports jock (which interestingly subverts the asian comedic relief stereotype but only barely) and luka is cute older guy ™ that wears black nail polish and is in a band. The point of all this is to say there is no depth in the characters. It's especially blatantly obvious with the characters astruc doesn't like (chloe). Again, it being a show for kids is not an excuse to be absolved of putting effort into the characters you make.

This is one of the biggest misses astruc has. I haven't even gone into all the nuances of this particular miss. And i havent gone into how that works against him in the plot either. Mostly because the plot itself hasn't gone anywhere and partially because I wanted to go into the plot (or lack thereof) separately as its own miss. 

AND BOI is it a miss. 

SO home boy astruc wanted to reap the benefits of a serial show with ‘engaging’ plot without putting in any of the work to make a linear storyline and relying on the episodic format for, again, marketability. You can't have the best of both worlds, you are not Avatar: The Last Airbender. Which btw has a lot less episodes and a desired end goal that didn't involve top dollar. Legend of Korra did but that's not the point and it had its failings with that too. I challenge you, tell me how many episodes actually contribute towards a plot point or introduce new thematic elements to the show? Can you name them? I can and I'm going to include the plot points that moved the story in some direction if only temporarily. Yes only temporarily for some of these and i will explain later. (if you're in the server you already saw this list *wink*)

25/26. Origins- self explanatory, the beginning of the story, 

24. Volpina- introduction of the grimoire and Master Fu (kind of) and no, Lila is not a plot point,

28. The Collector- proper introduction of Master Fu,

37. Sapotis- introduction of Rena Rouge,

41. Syren- introduction of new aquatic power ups,

44. Anansi- introduction of Carapace,

47. Frozer- introduction of new ice power ups,

48/49. Style Queen- introduction of Queen Bee,

51/52. Heroes’ Day- introduction of Mayura and mass akumatization,

66. Startrain- introduction of Pegasus,

67. Kwami Buster- Marinette wears multiple miraculouses,

68. Feast- backstory as to how the miraculouses were lost,

69. Ikari Gozen- introduction of Ryuko,

70. Timetagger- introduction of Bunnyx,

71. Party Crasher- introduction of Roi Singe and Viperion,

73. Chat Blanc- alternate timeline that essentially means nothing but got a reaction out of fans anyways (myself included)

 77/78. Love Eater/Battle of Miraculous- Marinette becomes guardian and other heroes lose their miraculous,

New York Special- other heroes exist and there is an American miraculous box,

That's 21 episodes. 21 out of a heaping 78 plus 2 specials. Everything else was just your typical akuma of the day episode and everything that happened outside that had no lasting consequences on the plot thanks to the miraculous status quo. Was it entertaining to watch Lila stir the plot of the class dynamic? Hell yeah. Too bad it meant nothing by the end of the episode cuz we were struck with miraculous status quo. She literally doesn't appear again until Heroes Day. that is from episodes 25 all the way to 51, she means nothing and yet she is treated with the severity of a b-villain/rival thing. She means nothing by the end of Volpina if I'm being honest. She is only relevant for 20 mins of episode time she’s in then it's back to magic status quo that undoes any shift in dynamics and relationships. It's like Spongebob who can't get his driver’s license. The worst part is I actually like Lila and I wish the story treated her with the seriousness we as an audience are expected to treat her with. Despite being painfully inconsequential by the end of each of the 3?? 4?? episodes she’s in, it's entertaining to watch a character create drama just because. 

Too bad it means nothing.

Astruc is constantly building up suspense to something ‘important’ only for it to not deliver and fans are constantly having the rug pulled out from under us. Oblivio teased us with a reveal only that gets undone cuz memory akuma. Chat Blanc teased us with romantic development but that gets undone cuz time travel bullshit. Feast introduced more miraculous lore and the history of the guardians but that means nothing by the next episode or ever (i'm not including any reference to the season 4 trailer cuz i've been around the block a few times and im familiar with this lil dancy dance). Heroes Day teased us with a possible future team of heroes but that gets undone in Battle of Miraculous cuz ????? why?? (here's why; astruc was having a jolly ole time letting us know how irredeemable Chloe is at the expense of shooting his own stagnant plot in the foot. Again, discussion for later.)

Too bad anything that slightly swerves off course from the akuma of the day gets undone or ignored. Too bad nothing has any lasting consequence. I mean, if anything did, the episodes would have had a consistent order and release schedule so im not scrambling to watch the leaked ep in Portuguese or something while the french dub is two episodes behind while the english version hasnt even been dubbed. I really wonder how he plans to conclude the show when he’s so afraid to step out of the corner he painted himself in.

Again, not going into nuances. If you want you can ask for more specifics (i doubt anyone would) but this is really just a slightly detailed general overview of my opinions on astruc’s writing. 

I was going to include another miss in his approach to this show but imma save that for another time. 

How’s that for a ‘first’ post?

#mlb #opinions my guy opinions #i dont wanna tag this as salt #but mlb criticisms and analyses #IHTMO #the hashtag for this series #thomas astruc #miraculous fandom #miraculous ladybug #miraculous: tales of ladybug and cat noir #yes the government name again #come get yall juice #miraculous

[thelurkerfox]

Throwing my thoughts about how Mark and Jack run their ego content.

So, again, this will be just an epiphany and me rolling with my thoughts, so sorry if this is at all jumbled.

Mark and Jack run their ego content differently, and I've heard frustrations at both how Jacks community jumps at shadows and how Mark kinda makes fun of the theorists on his content. And there's a big reason for it, and why we should relax a bit.

Y'see, Mark runs his content like a movie director or a writer. He has a story planned and he is taking his time, writing, filming, acting, getting the set, the costumes, the works. He has everything planned ahead, and I mean FAAAR ahead. So him making jabs at the theorists is him saying "Hey, sit your ass down, You will know when Dark or Wil or anyone else will be on screen!". Mark makes the appearances OBVIOUS. It's either a big project he announces in advance, or a clip in a video that has entirely different sound and presentation. He won't make us guess - it will be in your face. Like a movie that comes out - we will know about it!

Now Jack is on the opposite end. He runs his content like a game. And as we know, modern gaming community lives off of theories. Jack wants us to theorize, to think and try and put together the pieces he throws at us every now and then. It's not supposed to be cinematic. BUT it's still made obvious. Glitches in videos, sound going funky and glitchy, pauses and things that obviously should NOT be there. He will make it so everyone can see that something is off, but the more observant ones will know what exactly it is. Which is why us jumping at shadows is bad. We start seeing patterns where there are none and muddling up the puzzle, poisoning the well so to speak. We are working to our own detriment as now answers that we almost had are being diverted away from us. Jack will make it obvious when we need to look closer, but he won't give us answers. He's not making a movie, he's making a game. Be vigilant, but be open minded that sometimes a joke is just a joke. Not to go full Mr. Hippo on y'all here.

But of course this is just how I see this. I could be wrong ENTIRELY. Of course Mark could be more tactful to the theorists and throw them a bone all "You do good, but you are running ahead of a speeding train" and Jack can easily be putting in more things more subtly than we know and I'm just too blind to see. But from where I stand this is how it looks like to me, and I would be more than glad to see what do y'all think! Have a great day!

#jacksepticeye #Markiplier #theory? #kinda? #more like Lurker spewing her thoughts