#‘if you’re looking for samu’ ???? did i hear you correctly ?? did i ??????? i don’t think so. u are testing me mr atsumu

[bokutomii]

movie theatre - chapter 11

warning: mentions of nsfw kinda??

“suna..?”

“yes shizuku?” suna sat up in his sit straight.

“where did y/n go? osamu isn’t here either.” shizuku questioned, not caring about the movie anymore.

“oh! osamu went to the bathroom” atsumu added. getting shushed by the people next to him when he said “oh!”

“maybe yn went to go get more popcor-“

new message from yn!! <3

i went to the bathroom,,the popcorn made my stomach hurt 😁 i’ll be back soon !!

“she went to the bathroom.” shizuku noted and turned off her phone.

“no way osamu AND yn went to the bathroom at the same time” atsumu said while taking a bite out of his own popcorn

“they are most probably making out right now as we talk or doing something beyond that” atsumu assumed. suna laughed at what he said but shizuku didn’t find it funny at all.

“okay”

“but no way they are. yn just texted me earlier about being mad at osamu” she said under her breath. getting comfortable in her chair next to suna again.

“did you say something shizuku?”

“no”

“there’s really nothing wrong about that though right?” suna went on. trying his hardest to get shizuku to pay attention to him.

“i guess”

“HAHSHAH” osamu laughed super loud. i swear the people inside the corner store could hear him.

“ouch..” i had tripped going down the stairs. when trying to walk down, i missed a step and had my phone in my hand so i wasn’t holding onto the rail. when i opened my eyes i saw osamu’s chest infront of me.

i had fell right into osamu and he was holding onto me so i couldn’t fall. his hands on my lower back, gripping onto the sides of my (favorite color) jacket. this is the closest i’ve ever been to osamu and it lowkey felt comfortable like this.

“shit yn, your ankle” osamu said while loosening his grip under my waist and holding me up correctly so he could go down to my ankle.

“wait! osamu watch your step-“

he tripped on a big crack in the sidewalk, falling on the ground and bringing me down with him.

this would be so awkward if anybody was watching us right now, we look fucking stupid.

we both laughed but not that loud this time.

“we look fucking dumb right now samu” i laughed out with him. i could tell he was watching me while laughing but i didn’t wanna say anything.

“yn”

“yeah samu?” he gently cupped my face in his right hand. and brought me closer to him. looking at me for a moment before tilting my face that’s cupped into his hand up to place his lips on mine.

it was shorter than i expected it to be. i wanted it to last longer, i want to stay like this for a couple more seconds but he pulled back. and i touched my lips although he stood up quick and held his hand out to help me up from the cold concrete.

“holy shit yn...im sorry if that was unexpected, how’s your ankle? did it get any worse?”

“osamu shut up”

“what?” he jointed his head in my direction.

i brought his face closer to mine, kissing him once more. i didn’t want this feeling to leave, it’s finally back after so long and im not letting it slip away. he placed his hand on the side of my face and started to slide his other down my back, a little bit too far down but i caught him and rested his hand on my waist. i don’t want it to go that fast now, especially not outside of a corner store.

i broke the kiss and followed with

“do you still think i like atsumu?”

“no, not a chance” osamu smiled and brought me into a kiss again.

his phone vibrated inside his pants pocket. he pulled away again. taking his phone out of his pocket and turning it on.

“hold on yn, im so sorry” he pleaded. kissing the side of my mouth softly and then turning around to answer whatever he got.

“its okay” i stepped back and wiped my mouth with the back off my hand. after that i looked back up to osamu

“who is it?” i asked, peeking behind his back. he turned back around, facing me.

“it was atsumu” he chuckled

“what did he say?”

“he says the movie is about to end soon, we should hurry back” he smiled and grabbed my hand gently.

“okay! let’s go then” i smiled back while nodding.

“im right behind you.” i added

“no, you’re walking next to me” he walked slower to get to where i was at. walking with me.

“yn”

“yeees?” i turned my head to him, and he already had my hand that he was holding next to his mouth.

planting two small kisses on the back of my hand. smiling while my hand covered his mouth.

“let’s hurry”

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a/n: they kissed!!!!! i lowkey thought i was going to fast when writing this idk why.

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[fairytsuk1]

late-night snacking (s)

part of the autumn experiences collection.

pairing: osamu miya x reader

genre: smut

warnings: fem!receiving oral

words: 1.8k

summary: let me please you.

prompt: feast

     You've come to realize that your boyfriend is essentially a human heater. Osamu seems like he'd be the stereotypical cold man who just couldn't (and wouldn't) extend his emotions to others, but that just wasn't right. Having dated the man for five years, you'd come to realize that he wasn't prickly and cold but rather eager to show how much he cared about people close to him.

     He wasn't too forward about that either, but you knew what he was trying to do.

     Curled up into his side on the couch, you're partly thankful your heater was all the way in storage and the two of you were too lazy to fish it out. Osamu's body heat was much nicer to be curled up against, and his relaxed breathing soothed you; it made you feel sleepy.

     "You're gonna miss the best part if you fall asleep," he looked down at you and squeezed your shoulder before motioning to the romcom movie.

"I'm not sleeping. I'm just...relaxing."

     He was not convinced but hummed and settled back on the movie. You'd chosen it, of course, the cheesy plots and stereotypical tropes always made your heart melt because they were just so cute but poorly done—something about things not being absolutely perfect made your heart do flips.

     Like 'Samu. He wasn't perfect, but you adored him. He had trouble expressing his emotions when problems were occurring, that always led to a lot of back and forth silence until one of you broke. It was annoying, you hated it when you could tell something was wrong and he wouldn't spit it out. It clashed with your need to problem solve and get to the bottom of the issue at that exact moment.

     He wasn't all bad, though. He was good with romantic gestures! Making lunch was his favorite if you recalled correctly. It must be an instinctual thing, wanting to provide for the one you love. That fact just made your heart pound more at the thought of it. He was also incredibly dazzling. During his volleyball era, you were obsessed with the way sweat rolled down his jawline, and how he'd look at you in the stands with a ferocity that made your knees completely weak. Sometimes, he'd come to your bedroom and completely envelop you with his mouth, lingering touches, and soft-spoken words. Other times, he pushed your face into the bedsheets and shuddered from how hard he came while you pathetically clenched around him. The mere thought of the various ways he could and would use you made your thighs clench as you looked up at him.

     His adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, and you admired the creamy skin tone on his neck that was begging to be littered with bruises. His eyes caught yours and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. You'd been caught.

     "Got something on your mind, doll?"

     Your face grows hot as you scrunch your face up and turn away from the knowing gaze, "nothing you need to know."

     "Yeah? Well, it's your movie night, and you're not even paying attention. Don't be mad when you don't like the movie I pick next time."

     He adjusts his seated position to pull you into his lap, large hands glide gracefully to your waist, and fingertips dip just under your pajama shorts. He's close, too close. His eyes are hooded as he looks at you expectantly.

"I don't know what you want from me! Now you're distracting me from the movie."

     "We can catch up on it later."

     His lips capture yours in a kiss, and you're weakened. He always knows how to have you where he wanted you. Strawberry chapstick, he's conscious of having soft lips. Mainly because Atsumu made fun of him for having dry lips so he continually puts it on. You don't mind too much; it tastes good and feels nice on your skin.

     He pulls away with a final tug to your bottom lip before giving you a small smile.

     "You look pretty tonight."

"Thank you."

     Diving back to your neck this time, he latches onto the left side of your neck and peppers kisses on the area. He takes his time, methodical and careful. It's nice, but it has you rolling your hips against his to feel just a bit of friction. You manage to wiggle against the tent in his sweatpants only twice until he bites down and sucks a bruise into your neck.

"'Samu!"

     "Stop trying to rush me, I'll give you all you want and more."

     Soothing the ache on your neck with a gentle kiss, he lifts your sweatshirt up to your collarbone and grins. He looks so stupid and boyish, you can't even believe that you're already ruining your underwear when he tugs your left nipple into his mouth and sucks.

     Keening, you immediately try to arch away, but he's faster and stronger. Peering up at you with those sinful eyes, he holds you in place. Your breath is starting to come out in short bursts, and you can feel him smiling as he kisses and marks up the valley between your breasts.

     "Let me eat you out. Lie back."

"Huh?"

     He flicks your nipple to hear the yelp come out of you. Immediately, you glare at him.

"That's not funny."

     "You like it when I'm mean to you. I'll stop, but just because I wanna see you cry under me."

     Molten lava swirls in your gut as you shift off of him and lie back on the expanse of the couch. Your underwear is sticky and now that you think about it, creaming on his tongue and fingers was not a bad way to get what you wanted. Though, you'd always prefer him fucking into your pussy with the appetite of a starved man, the fullness of his cock overtaking you and your brain turning to mush till all you could cry out was, "'Samu...Please, it's too much…!"

     He pushes you up so your head is supported by the armrest while focusing on your lower half. His eyes greedily take in the pose you're in before untying your shorts and shimmying them down your ass, tapping your thigh to lift as needed.

     "Oh? For me? I'll be sure to enjoy it."

     You feel exposed when he pulls your panties taut against your lips, the visible dark patch giving him an ego boost.

"Just get to it!" you huff and look down at him, impatient as ever.

     "Why are you so bratty?" you make eye contact with him and tremble under his dark gaze, "I told you I would take care of you, didn't I? You're not acting very gracious right now."

     You open your mouth to protest but cross your arms and glare up at the ceiling. Maybe you were being a bit bratty today...It was fun, though. You liked the way he looked at you and treated you.

     Your panties were taken off slowly and dangled on your foot; you'd begun to sweat by now. He was just staring at your cunt, not moving. You went to close your legs, but the sudden harsh suck against your clit made you jolt and grip his hair. Your legs naturally went to close, but he held them open effortlessly. He flattened his tongue and licked from your soaked opening to your clit again before pulling back.

     "Are you going to apologize?"

     He let his fingers form a peace sign before gliding between your wet lips, purposefully avoiding your clit.

"...'M sorry, Osamu. I'll stop being a brat. I love you."

     "I love you too, sweet girl."

     His head that rested on your thigh gave butterfly kisses to your it while his thumb rubbed a hard circle to your clit. Then, he did it once more as he sucked a hickey to the inside of your thigh.

     The pressure against your clit versus the softness of his kisses made your head spin. You rocked your hips up to catch more of his love and groaned at his ministrations. You looked down at him and bit your lip when you saw his eyes looking straight at you already. He smiled, and you watched in near admiration as he ground his tongue into your core and let a finger dip into your already soaked hole. 

"I need...I want you to…"

     "I know."

     Your voice, honeyed and needy, wailed as he gently crooked his finger up, lightly grazing the sensitive flesh while he worked the outside of your cunt in such a way that only your lover could. He murmured something incoherent against your flesh before letting two fingers delve inside you, a cry being torn from your throat as you shifted your hips to feel more of him inside you. You wanted him and only him.

     You were absolutely soaking his fingers as he let them glide in and out of you, soft groans falling from his lips as he watched you take him in. Your hand twitched, and he used his free one to interlace your fingers;smoothly working you to the point of release. The tight coiling in your loins let you know that you were so close. Osamu watched your free hand rise to toy with the pebbled buds of your breasts.

     You were panting now, your breath coming out fast as incoherent moans and cries spilled out from your lips. 

"Osamu! Please let me cum, I wanna…"

     He laughed lightly as the fog that clearly withheld all coherent sentences clouded over. He worked his fingers faster, the sloppy noise of him fucking your pussy being raunchier than any porn you two had ever watched.

     Pulling his fingers out, you cried and squeezed his hand. Though, he was not one to disappoint as he buried his face into your cunt and wormed his tongue through your folds to circle your sopping wet entrance. His fingers gripped your thighs so hard you could nearly feel the bruises appearing as he tongue-fucked you to your release. The wet gummy intrusion sent you spiraling as his nose bumped against your clit. Of course, the coil snapped, and you soaked his tongue as you came.

"Hah...oh god! 'S-Samu!!"

     He let his tongue lap up your essence while you spasmed around him. You rode his face to completion and sobbed from pleasure; he simply guided you till your thighs shut around his head, and you began to tilt your hips away from his mouth.

     Of course, cumming around his cock would've been ideal, but this was the next best thing. Your thighs released his head, and when he came up for air, you throbbed at his glistening chin. He smirked at you and licked his lips before butterfly kissing your-in his words-pretty pretty pussy.

     You lie on the couch boneless, convinced you'll have to get it steam cleaned as there was no way it wasn't wrecked with your cum.

"You shouldn't be allowed to be that good at that."

     "What? Eating your pussy? Well, eating is my favorite thing to do."

"'Samu! Don't be gross!"

     He sat back on his haunches and tilted his head.

     "I was just trying to thank you for the meal."

[loneveenas]

not my room...?

event: miya twins week! tag: twin shenanigans

prompt: day 1 -- body swap summary:  words: 844 rating: t for swearing lmao

note: i’ll try to keep up with this week of brotherly love!! i havent written in ages so im going to dive into these with probably short stories but i hope everyone will like the platonic shenanigans i’ll write about (with probably a hint of sakuatsu/osasuna in there oop)

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Waking up, Osamu knew he didn’t feel the same. He rubbed his eyes, ruffled his hand through his hair.

Creaking sounds came from his bed as he sat up and got annoyed as his eyes struggled to adjusting to the natural light of the sun falling into his room. And for some reason… his head was hurting like never before.

When his headache was starting to die down, he moved over towards the door, but suddenly his face met the floor. He’d fallen down.

“Huh?”

He stood back up, blinking twice before his eye sight focused on a piece of clothing on the floor.

“When did that get here?”

His feet trembled. Those were not his clothes down there on the floor, but Atsumu’s… Not one, but two pieces of clothing…

Why the fuck were Atsumu’s clothes dispersed around his room?

With a frown plastered on his face, one look around his room (that was finally a little more clear) showed him he wasn’t even in his own room at all. Had he fallen asleep in Atsumu’s bed?

He scratched his head again. He couldn’t remember if he actually had, and his memories told him he had fallen asleep in his own bed. Then why…

Osamu shook his head. Pondering on about it wouldn’t get him anywhere, so he decided to not be bothered anymore and get his day started.

It was a Saturday and he finally had time to perfect his onigiri recipe. Ever since he decided on opening his own shop he had been wanting to perfect his own unique recipe. Store planning and all that could come another day.

With breakfast being served by their mom, he didn’t have to work hard just yet. He greeted her, she said good morning back, and he got to eating.

Nothing seemed wrong yet, until he heard something — or someone — stumble down the stairs.

“‘Tsumu?” he wondered softly, and focused his eyes in anticipation on the door. If he remembered correctly their dad was already off for work.

“Morning,” a grumbly voice sounded.

“Morning, ‘Tsu…mu? Huh?”

“Huh?!” Atsumu exclaimed.

In front of him wasn’t Atsumu, it was his own body?!

“Morning, Osamu,” their mother greeted, not noticing anything off.

The two of them shared a look, another one at their mom and one more back to their twin.

Atsumu… in Osamu's body slowly strolled over to him, sitting down next to him. “Why am I looking at myself?” he questioned. “You're ‘Samu, I assume?”

Osamu sighed, whispering, “Yer not alone in this one, ‘Tsumu. And yes it's me.”

“How the fuck did this happen?” hissed his twin in whisper, making sure their mom didn’t hear him.

“Do I look like I know?”

“Well, yer usually the more ‘rational’—” Atsumu put his fingers up in quotation marks, “—one ya kno’.”

Osamu rolled with his eyes. “Right..”

Suddenly, Atsumu leaned into him and whispered: “Do ya, ya kno’, think that it’s got something to do with the collision on the court yest’rday?”

Osamu looked at him and sighed. “Again, how should I know?”

“Ya… oh.”

“It looks like it happened over night so I don’t know what we drank or ate or if it really was the collision, but something made it happen. We should probably hope for the best and maybe it will be over if we wait one more night. Yer lucky it's a Saturday, I guess.”

Atsumu huffed. “I guess yer right.”

“For now, let’s pretend we’re each other. I’ll sneak my onigiri ingredients upstairs so I can at least still practice, but let's not go to the gym hall to practice volleyball.”

“Right…” Atsumu said, but Osamu had the idea it wasn’t really making sense to him.

“Ya do know why I’m asking you this right?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you really?”

“No…”

“Thought so. You and I are not going to do anything suspicious. Ya can’t go to the gym hall because me spiking would be straight up absurd, same goes for me in your body preparing the onigiri.” Atsumu nodded a couple times. Osamu couldn’t help but add, “You also can’t physically show yourself to Sakusa-san, you know that right?”

Like a scared cat, Atsumu jumped up. He coughed, as if having choked on his spit. “Ahem, right. Right.”

Osamu chuckled. “Good to see we’re on the same page.”

“The same goes for you and Suna,” Atsumu told him in between breaths.

“‘Tsumu!” Osamu sneered, pinching his arm.

Atsumu grinned. “Gotcha.”

Osamu could only huff. “Anyways, have fun pretending to be me for the entire day. Let’s hope it will be only one day.”

Rolling his eyes, Atsumu groaned as well. “Fuck this day already.”

“Good luck, brother. You’ll need it,” Osamu sneered, before walking off and making sure to take all ingredients with him. “I’ll be in my room, not yours.”

“Sure, sure, ya better,” Atsumu groaned, staring at his brother’s back, glaring holes into it.

This day was for sure far from over and Osamu knew he would be so glad to be back in his own body.

[shhhlikeme]

Also,I tend to keep my own emotions too myself since Im busy with others, and due to my friends normally trusting me so much, Im very protective of them. I am kinda insecure but I always just act confident, even when Im not. I am not afraid to speak my mind no matter what, and I love hearing others views.I think that's all. TY! Btw I love your writing, don't forget to take breaks when necessary tho! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) Pt.2

Thank you so much sweetheart💞 I get the reminder to take break thing a lot tbh and I promise I will I just love writing sooo much I’m having so much fun!

I found your perfect bf!!!!!! And he is:

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Osamu Miya!

Osamu is perfect for you, he said it so himself after your first date

“I know it’s forward but I’m serious. I know you still don’t know me enough but I really do think I’m better for you than all the other guys, J. May I take you out again?”

He is also an ambivert like you, though 60% an introvert rather than a 50-50 split.

You two both appreciate humour but not too much of it so going to popular comedy shows will always be a good date night choice for the two of you

Another date night is attending art shows where Osamu would almost bid on your favourite pieces but you forced him not to because that money needed to go toward his restaurant for a down payment

And do not forget the boy can cook. He will own a whole restaurant, so your man is always cooking for you

He doesn’t want you to lift a finger in the kitchen. Atsumu is jealous of you because when he wants to try seconds or thirds of your boyfriends cooking when it’s just the two of them Osamu swats his brothers hand away and says “no, I’m saving some for Jenaan. gtfo”

Osamu is very chill as we all know, but he tends to get riled up especially when his brother pisses him off so you being the “therapist” in your group, you always know what to say to calm him down

He thinks the world of you for it

But also, Samu is basically your therapist too. He’s a great listener and when you come over he literally wants to hear everything that’s going on with you

He will sit there listening to all your problems and successes giving you his undivided attention

But he can read you like a book

“I know you’re holding back Jenaan. I know there’s more you’re hiding from me. Tell me what’s really bothering you, please baby? You’re not just ‘the helper’ friend anymore. You have me now.”

He says that while staring into your eyes deeply with his gorgeous grey eyes omlllll

Osamu is very protective of you. He makes you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, always gives you a drive anywhere and picks you up after and when you go to his house he is waiting for you at the end of the driveway or at the train station

It catches you off guard because you’re always the protector when it comes to your friends so he makes you feel relaxed like you don’t have to worry about anyone else anymore

He makes you feel so loved

Samu loves pulling pranks and you two constantly get into month-long (minor) prank wars

One time, you enlisted his best friend Aran and Atsumu to all pretend that you had accidentally lost the keys to his restaurant before his grand opening and the look on his face was priceless

You hugged and kissed him after you told him it was a joke and he forgave you.......after a while

You two are so cute together and Osamu is literally so lucky to have you

On the day of his second restaurant mortgage signing a few years into the future, he knew he owed it all to you and your support of him so he wanted to do something special for you

He decorated his restaurant’s rooftop so you two could have a romantic dinner there:

He had an outdoor kitchen up there and so he pulled up a high chair by his stove and cooking area so he could make you several amazing dishes🥺:

He tied a blindfold around your eyes so all you could do was smell his amazing dishes and then he fed you a bite from each dish so you could guess what it was

it was SO romantic

Every time you guessed a dish correctly he would kiss you and you would smile

When he was done letting you try all the dishes and before dinner, he told you to take off the blindfold

When you did you were shocked to see him bent down on one knee holding a beautiful ring out to you

You jumped out of the chair and he caught you just in time, spinning you around

The proposal, the food and the scenery was magical.... Just like your connection 🤍

[ficklewish]

Sent by the Gods

An Osamu x Reader fic

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff and angst (if you squint hard enough)

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You just didn't understand. How does that work? It doesn't make sense. You were currently on route to a shrine to pray for a better brain, as dumb as that sounds, due to your brain not being able to remember a damn thing when you need it most. You'd always forget the most important facts as soon as the exam or test would start, even after pulling all nighters to study for said test or exam, which would lead to getting horrible results. You just didn't understand, studying was supposed to help, how was it not? Getting off the train, you head to the local shrine, your head full of thoughts on how it just didn't make sense. Once there, you immediately start praying for a better brain, or at least a better memory, not noticing a pair of eyes watching you from a distance. Throwing in a few coins into the donation box, you turn around, preparing to head back to your dorm, but immediately stopping in your tracks and looking down in front of you. There, was a gray fox, staring intently at you. Now you were even more confused, the shrine was in the middle of the city, how was there a fox here? Shrugging, you move around the fox and begin to head back to your dorm, deciding to walk instead of taking the train, as the distance was just a 5 minute difference. While walking back, you noticed that people were staring at you, eyes full of confusion. At first you ignored them, but the curiosity of why they were staring was eating away at you. You started touching your hair, then looking down at your outfit, when you noticed the gray fox was following you right at your side. Immediately stopping, you question whether or not you should pick it up and take it to a shelter. The fox however, had other ideas. Taking the lanyard that was dangling loosely from your pocket, the fox began to run. "Hey!" You ran after it, following the fox back to……your dorm? The thieving fox slipped through the gate, now prancing towards the stairs. After sliding your key card and opening the gate, you ran after it, wondering what you had done to possibly aggravate the fox into stealing your lanyard. After following it all the way up the stairs, you now realize that the fox has stopped in front of your dorm room, patiently waiting with your lanyard in its mouth. "Could you not do that thanks…" Taking your lanyard from its mouth, you open the door and enter your dorm, turning around to say goodbye to the fox, when it is nowhere to be found. Looking around, you find it's situated itself on your couch, not giving a single care. "Are you serious…?" Deciding to leave it be, you put your things down and check the time. "Shit, it's late." Getting your pj's and doing your business in the bathroom, you head to sleep, completely forgetting about the fox in your residence. 

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"Fucking sun, I hate you…" Waking up by the sun somehow getting past your blinds and sniping your eye was absolutely horrible. Turning around…or at least trying to turn around it seems. Noticing there was a weight on your waist, you immediately tense. Looking down, you see arms around holding you, and start panicking. 'I don't remember bringing anyone yesterday…I don't have anyone to bring in the first place, so who the fuck-' You slowly begin to turn around again, as to not wake whoever this mystery person was. That's when you see him, an absolutely beautiful man is currently in your bed with you, his gray hair slightly covering his closed eyes. Your eyes are blown wide, staring at the sleeping stranger. Snapping back into reality, you panic and kick him off your bed, effectively waking him up. "Couldn't you have woken me up a nicer way?" 'Oh shit his voice is nice.' You shook your head, removing that thought from your mind. "Who the hell are you!? How did you end up in my room!?" The handsome stranger looks at you, his expression looking bored. It wasn't until you really looked at him that you realized…"Tell me later, for now put some clothes on!!"

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"So your name is Osamu, and you're the fox that followed me here?" Glaring at this Osamu person, he nods. "That's what I said." After finally changing into some clothes that had managed to fit him (although it was a little tight), you began to interrogate him, although you were still confused. "Why'd you follow me?" Osamu turns away from you. "I was told to, it's my job right now to be with you." His job? A fox has a job? "You have a job?" The look on his face clearly says yes, but your brain is smooth, no thoughts. He seems to have read your mind, answering before you could ask. "You've been to the same shrine a few times already, praying for the same thing every time. I was sent to basically answer your prayers, and if you need proof, it's the fact that I am that fox that followed you and took your lanyard." Osamu turns back towards you, a small smirk on his lips. "Of course, you can choose not to believe me, but that's on you." You glared even harder, hating that you had to trust a complete stranger to help you with your smooth brain. Pouting, you nod at him, feeling a bit grateful that you at least had some kind of help for your current situation. His smirk turns into a small smile, and he pats your head. "There's a good doll." You blushed, though the gratefulness turned into irritation at the pet name. Standing from your bed, you head towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast, asking Osamu what he'd like. "Doesn't matter, I'm sure it'll be good." Turning towards the stove, you blush again. 'Smooth bastard.' 

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After breakfast, Osamu had decided to make a schedule for you, planning when would be the best times for study sessions. Of course, he had a few questions for you as to why you thought you couldn't remember anything correctly. "So you're telling me…you'd study for only 30 minutes?" You nodded at him, confused as to why he looked so appalled. "You think that's enough time?" His voice has lowered a few octaves, sounding angry and a bit disgusted. Once again, you nodded. "You idiot, that's not enough time. No wonder you can't remember shit." You winced, knowing his harsh words were true. "Well…I study at least twice a week though." Osamu lifts a brow, mocking you. "That doesn't make it better, it's still not enough." Once again, you winced at his words. Then again, Osamu never said it was going to be easy. “So, the answer is to just…study for a longer time and more days?”  “No you idiot, there’s a few other things you need.” And so, the many long study sessions with Osamu began. Of course, in between getting scolded and being slightly praised by him, he’d opted to tell you about himself a bit during breaks. He has a twin brother named Atsumu, he can change from fox to human or vice versa on command, he doesn’t have a favorite food, etc. You noticed once again how handsome he is, not realizing you were staring. Before you could tear your eyes away from his face, Osamu notices. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

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One month later, you are currently waiting in your dorm room for your exam results with Osamu. As much as he helped you with studying and even becoming a good friend of yours, you didn’t want him to go, not yet, and probably not ever. You’d grown attached to the shapeshifting fox man, not wanting him to leave and go back to the shrine. Of course, you kept those thoughts to yourself. Hearing a ping from your laptop, you dash over to your desk, hoping it’s the results. Looking at the screen, you realize it’s just a discord friend. Sighing, you sit on the chair, Osamu behind you on the bed. “Listen, you did great doll, you said you remembered mostly everything.” Blushing at the pet name, you sigh once again. “I know, but I can’t help being nervous ‘Samu.” He smiles at you, though you can’t see it. “Listen, if you get a good score, how about going to get some street food?” Perking up at the sound of food, you turn towards him. “Really? But...what if I get bad results?” “I don’t see that happening, but if you do end up getting bad results, then I’ll, I don’t know, not take you out for food?” You roll your eyes, but are none the less amused. “Sounds good to me.” Hearing another ping from your laptop, you peek at it and see an email from your teacher about your exam results. Immediately reaching for it, you turn it away from Osamu, keeping the results hidden from him. After scanning the email, you close your laptop and put it on your desk. Osamu is patiently waiting for what you’re going to say. “I……PASSED!!!” As if your body moved on its own, you tackled Osamu on the bed, giggling in delight. Not sure what to do, Osamu holds you close as you slowly lose the giggling case you have. Looking up at him, you wear the brightest smile you could muster at the moment due to how happy you are. “Thanks ‘Samu, you really saved my ass.” He smiles back at you. “Of course doll, now let’s go get some food yeah?”

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As much as you wanted to enjoy this night out with Osamu, you couldn’t. The thought of him leaving soon terrifies you. You tried to hide it as much as you could from him, but it seemed like he could see through you. While walking through the park after getting lots of food, he stops, and you turn around and look at him in curiosity. “What’s up?” He looks at you and chuckles. “I should be asking you that. You seem off, everything alright?” You tense up, not ready to face the fear of him leaving. “I’m fine.” He walks up to you, now directly in front of you, so you have to look up at him. “I know you’re not, but you don’t have to talk about it if you-” “I’m scared.” Osamu immediately stops talking. “I’m scared of you leaving. I grew attached to you, and I know I shouldn’t have, but you’re the first friend I’ve had in a while, and-” “I’m not leaving.” Your head shoots up to look at him, confusion evident on your face. He smiles. “I managed to convince boss to let me stay, took a lot but it worked.” Your eyes widen, and you burst into tears, hugging him. He holds you tight and pats your head to help calm you down. 

“I’m not going anywhere doll.”

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Metroid Prime 4: #1- The Lay of the Land

This is the beginning of documentation representing my journey through the Metroid franchise by Nintendo.  First, a warning: This next little bit is a flashback that leads up to now.  

When Nintendo first mentioned that Metroid Prime 4 was in development I thought man, I really should beat the first Metroid Prime.  Back in the days before the Wii I worked my Metroid Prime all the way up to the Ridley battle and then set it down for a few years.  I got into different games like Soul Calibur II and Tales of Symphonia.  Soul Calibur was a great bro bonding game and I still think it is.  The next few years were spent focusing on college and then I bought a Wii.  I thought the Gamecube was obsolete at this point since my Wii could play Gamecube games, but man was I wrong.  Buying the Wii U proved this to me.  I wanted to play all discs on one system but I couldn’t do that.  I wanted (and still want) purity with my consoles.  This resulted in my going hard into my Gamecube again and getting the hardware peripherals that made it stand on par with the Wii, if not debatably better.  I bought the digital component cable for a wildly discounted price on eBay, and the Gameboy player and disc.  I got super lucky in finding the component cables at the price I found them at and I think the seller was in a pinch because it WAS around the holidays and I was just randomly checking the listings and was like “holy crap.”  No bidding, just buy it now.  Can’t say, won’t say.  It was also around this time that Nintendo announced that they were starting development for Metroid Prime all over from scratch.  Hearing this news felt like hearing a referee pistol.  If Nintendo was going to give me a fair warning that shit was getting real about Metroid Prime 4, then it’s up to me to get on the ball and meet Nintendo and Retro Studios in stride.  My instincts told me to go beat my original Metroid Prime file, finally.  My hardware was excellent and Nintendo sent the official signal; let’s go.

Turning on Metroid Prime for the first time in years with my original save file still intact, I expected to me extremely rusty at the controls and traversing the landscape.  Surprisingly it came back fairly quickly and before I knew it I was blasting different colored Metroids away no problem.  What I didn’t realize was exactly how close I was to actually beating the game.  The final boss was all I had to defeat.  Really?  17 years just for that?  If my memory serves me correctly, I simply just didn’t want the game to end.  I do that.  Leave books unfinished, leave movies before the end, compose music and leave the ending open, and I don’t know why.  I want time to soak into the experience and really savor it.  Perhaps I’m not so much a voracious consumer of entertainment but rather an appreciative connoisseur.  Back in 2004, I remember being at a drummer’s house that I was in drum corps with, and he was a stupid competitive type that turned everything into a pissing contest.  Once he found out that I had gotten all the way up to Ridley or something he set out to beat that game asap.  It was when he was at the final boss that I got my first glimpse of the future 15 years later.  Damn.  

Anyway, I beat Prime but I still have this amazing fully loaded Gamecube that has the OEM digital component cable, and Gameboy Advance player.  My next move was obvious.  I wasn’t done with the original Metroid Prime yet, not by a long shot!  If you’re a fan of Metroid, you love finding secrets and collecting all de tings.  To get the full original Metroid Prime experience, I had to play and beat Metroid Fusion for the Gameboy Advance.  I eBay-ed it up asap.  It’s kinda funny- Fusion showed up in the mail right on the day or day after I beat Prime.  Pretty cool.

Getting into Metroid Fusion was something I wasn’t ready for but always wanted.  It was Super Metroid that turned me into a fan.  The music, the beautiful colors, the crunchy explosions, and the search really got me looking in every nook and cranny in each level.  I wanted more and Fusion was it but I didn’t have a Gameboy Advance and wasn’t going to shell out even more money if I wasn’t going hard into games back then.  At that time I was so into music and rocking harder than life could offer that I just could not afford to allocate money toward a handheld that still was not backlit.  Fuck that.  When I saw pictures of Fusion all I could think was that it was Super Metroid 2.  After playing it, man, was I right about that.

Metroid Fusion is so amazing.  I love 2D Metroid-style games.  Hell, I spent a large part of 2018 playing through the indie game A Robot Named Fight on Steam and currently have a thoroughly played but not beaten Axiom Verge save file on my Wii U.  Again, Nintendo gave the signal and I had to run with it so here we are.  What I love about Fusion is quite a few things.  I love the graphics.  The colors are so vibrant and all the sprites look lively.  Even though the Gameboy Advance’s resolution is apparent on a 480p screen, it still plays amazingly.  The controls are tight and intuitive.  I did get lost a lot and backtracked often to find that random wall that needed to be blown through to progress to the next area.  I love how the security levels kept me from progressing just enough to experience the game unfold before me.  Oh man, I loved hiding from SA-X.  What a cool addition.  I swore a lot at the spider boss because it took me the most tries to defeat.  It was somewhere around that point where I thought that this game wasn’t for amateur platform players.  You really had to have a handle on things to get any further.  The moment Fusion Stole my heart was in chapter 11, at Plant Core X.

In Metroid Other M, there were oftentimes feelings of isolation and maybe even mild claustrophobia.  The same could even go for the final boss in Metroid Prime.  There’s something really gross-but-in-a-cool-way about destroying a slimy bug hive in a dark triple sub basement, especially if you have to spelunking your way to perform the extermination.  In Fusion, it’s sooo different, but the feeling is eerily similar in a way that I absolutely love.  When I first experience Plant Core X, I didn’t think I would be emotionally attached to my character.  I didn’t think I was Samus.  But then I kept getting dragged into the poisonous flower swamp that released deadly spores into the air in a wide horizontal sine wave pattern.  The music was minimal and just a little quieter than the rest of the game.  I kept trying to jump out of the swamp but I couldn’t get out.  It frustrated me because it interrupted my flow.  I felt helpless and that my situation was serious, even over my head.  I was suffocating.  I felt connected to Samus and like I had entered an extremely deadly area.  If Samus is an exterminator, this place was ground zero for the cause of everything in Fusion.  Don’t get me wrong- all the other bosses are vital to making up the game but at Plant Core X, Samus gets into deep shit.  Imagine that you’re stuck in a poisonous swamp or quicksand and you keep trying to jump out but the sludge keeps pulling you back in.  Now imagine all that while the air around you is raining poisonous dandelion seeds.  There’s no way you can’t get hit or sucked into the swamp.  What an amazing experience.  I couldn’t believe what I was feeling.  Here’s a YouTube link to this experience but it’s not me playing.  Whoever played in this video did way better than me but I think you can get an idea of what I’m talking about. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=347poZRrbrQ

Just last week I beat Fusion but didn’t do so well in collecting all the little things in the game. The final boss was cool and well drawn for the time period and hardware imho.  My main goal was to unlock the original NES Metroid in my copy of Metroid Prime on the Gamecube.  Since I have a Gameboy Advance that my dad found on a school bus and no kids claimed, I used it to link up to my cube with the Fusion cart and unlocked Metroid.  

That brings us to the current moment.  Today I figured out how to save my original Metroid game on the Gamecube.  This was a little confusing because the Gamecube controller doesn’t have a select button like the original NES.  Instead it’s the Z button.  To save while you’re playing the game, you need a second controller, just like in the original Legend of Zelda, and while paused push UP and A to initiate the save screen without dying.  

I can’t wait to get into it.  When the original Metroid screen comes up on my HDTV in a somewhat aliased 480p widescreen picture, I am immediately in a time warp.  Since I never played the original Metroid as a kid, my only memories of that game are from looking at strategy guides that didn’t show you everything.  I didn’t think much of it then because Mario was it.  I used to watch the title screen to Zelda II: The Adventure of Link over and over again as a kid and look into the stars on the screen and just wonder endlessly about anything. It cast a spell over me or something; I was captivated.  With Metroid, the original, it is now happening again. The game is brand new to me and I couldn’t give a care to anything modern as far as gaming and technology if I tried.  The stars in the background, the blinking letters of METROID, the fairly quick opening sequence loop-  all of this shows me that I’ve never grown up from being a kid after all.  I’m still the same after all these years.  The world can only help me build character and deep down I’m just the same kid that gets filled with endless wonder when 8 bit Nintendo does it’s thing.  Amazing.

For a current side note, I’d like to add that in Fusion, you can hear sound effects that are similar to those in the Virtual Boy’s Galactic Pinball.  Although the composer for Fusion was not the same as Galactic Pinball, Galactic Pinball’s composer was the same for Super Metroid and Mike Tyson’s Punch Out: Kenji Yamamoto.  You can hear similarities everywhere like Yamamoto was consulted often.  And if you’re not aware, Galactic Pinball does have a miniature Metroid space shooter game as a bonus easter egg on one of the tables. I like to think that only the hardcore Nintendo fans know this.  

Anyway.  I’ll report back as soon as more progress is made with the original Metroid.  In the meantime, here is my most recent Twitter post with a pic documenting where things are at.  

https://twitter.com/VeryBadTim/status/1100219464585490434