#and even Samus making the right choice at the end

[coldgoldlazarus]

Zero Mission: Slight detour toward the end, but Samus is doing well.

Prime: Momentary bittersweetness, but Samus is doing well.

Echoes: Despite everything, the day was saved. Samus is doing well.

Corruption: The day was saved, but at a cost. Samus is... alive.

Return Of Samus: An ugly, yet hopefully necessary task, offset by a small ray of hope at the end. Samus is not doing well.

Super: That hope was delivered... and then immediately stolen, warped and mutated, and then killed. The last Metroid is dead. The galaxy is (not?) at peace. Samus is not doing well.

Fusion: Actions have consequences, and the consequences for extinction have shown themselves. Samus has lost nearly everything familiar and comfortable, with only the ghost of an old friend found instead. Samus is not doing well.

Dread: New bullshit after new bullshit, piled higher and higher and higher. Samus is not doing well, but that doesn't matter, because Samus is fucking done.

[causenessus]

love notes

part 0.05. intros

EXHIBIT TWO: RIDE OR DIE BROS FOR LIFE

suna rintarou °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

middle blocker for the msby volleyball team and wanted to major in something art related but ended up going into athletic training with sakusa. in high school, atsumu, osamu, and him would very frequently sneak out at night usually to graffiti a wall and atsumu and him have kept up the tradition. whenever they travel to other cities to play an away game, they’ll try and find the time to go out and leave their mark on the city. in college, he started to do things like leave little snippets of lyrics from romantic songs on walls in sharpie or spray paint </3 he first met y/n in high school and they didn't talk much despite being in the same friend group. he a her from afar but never said anything because he didn’t feel like she knew him well enough that she would return his feelings if he told her. as a result, ever since graduation, he’s been finding small ways to be closer to her. although he isn’t majoring in art, he started to hang around the art department more, and would follow her around whenever she came to develop photos. she’d let him come with her into the department’s dark room and explain the process to him. he tries his best to listen but most of the time he get distracted while looking at her <3 eventually he started to invite her to come wander the city with him in search of street art and told her he’d start sending her photos of art that he found in other cities (which he's totally not making and then sending to her as if he's just randomly stumbled upon the most heartwrenching, romantic art ever). as long as he’s with her he couldn't care less what they're doing; to him, the real artwork is right next to him <3 she’s taking photos of something written on a wall while he’s looking at her <3

miya atsumu & miya osamu °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

atsumu

setter for msby <3 made his bio in retaliation to his brother and then got upset when osamu didn’t care. didn’t even want to go to college but really wanted to play for msby and didn’t want to be left out of everyone else going to school so he’s chilling in communications with bokuto. loves to come to onigiri miya on days y/n works because she gives him discounts and he jokes that she’s a better cook than osamu (which psychologically, for him, is probably true. samu cooks for tsumu and curses the food while y/n tries to put at least a little bit of love into what she makes for him). at some point tried to flirt with y/n and then realized she did not love when he visited because of him but bc he would bring suna. often comes by himself to onigiri miya or brings bokuto with him to ask yn how things with suna, completely ignoring the fact that she has a boyfriend (which leaves her confused about every single life choice she's made) and then will immediately text suna being like “y/n and me are talking about u rn LL sucks to suck i bet ur wondering what she thinks of u"

osamu

always gives suna discounts when he comes and will immediately take over whatever order y/n is working on so that she can make suna’s foof <3 he’s like a double agent for both sides but doesn’t get too involved because things with suga are making it difficult. he’s definitely someone suna goes to a lot for advice and although suna tends to only come on days when y/n works, sometimes on late nights after practice when osamu is the only one left working, suna will come in and they’ll share a drink and talk about y/n and more

bokuto koutarou & oikawa tooru °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

bokuto

wing spiker for msby and self proclaims himself as the ace <3 sakusa and him beef a little bit about it but the entire team is made up of doubles anyway so they kind of share the title. he’s matching users with atsumu and oikawa and also asked akaashi if they could have matching headers <3 akaashi sent him his current header which bokuto immediately started using <3 my guy has got so many friends and is loved by everyone so he’s actually having the best time of his life in college!!! besides when exams come around. then he’s hiding under a table and it takes the collective effort of akaashi, atsumu, and oikawa’s to get him out.

oikawa

second setter for msby! atsumu and him actually lowkey connected immediately and the team often uses a 6-2 rotation to utilize two setters and it’s been working out pretty well. other volleyball teams quiver hearing about msby’s lineup LMAO. he’s also a photography major which has led to suna often asking him how y/n is doing <3 does a lot of portraits and posts his works on a separate photography account. has started to join atsumu and suna when they sneak out while on away games to find somewhere to leave a piece of art.

extras <3

suna, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, and oikawa all live together

it is either very peaceful or a living hell

atsumu and bokuto will get riled up about something together and start having an energetic burst while suna isolates in his room (or more often is slipping out to go hang with y/n)

oikawa’s pretty chill and is in his actually-studying-for-exams era

osamu’s usually busy at work

so it’s peaceful (according to their definition) when not everyone is home but sometimes atsumu will start beefing with osamu about something and shit hits the fan

suna is heavily heavily heavily inspired by this guy named @/greg_goya on instagram

when i had this idea for street art i really spent an hour on instagram and google combined looking for this guy bc the art he does is totally what i was going for

and when i say inspired i mean suna is literally greg goya. i will probably use screen shots from my man greg in this smau so ty to him in advance he's a king 👑

both "exhibits" or friend groups are lowkey one big friend group but there's a small natural divide bc most of the ride or die bros are from inarizaki and some of them (cough atsumu cough bokuto cough suna if he didn't want to be around y/n 24/7 cough) said that they NEEDED a bros only gc

taglist: @wyrcan @oyasumeii @froyaoya @gyuijns @nbcvs @milkteade @eggyrocks @0moonii @guitarstringed-scars @makkir0ll @mylahrins @cherrypieyourface @vivian-555 @sharkerino @bluebeanbee @r0seandth0rns @staileykout @lunavixia @thvvluvr @elliott0o0 (form to be added to taglist! <3)

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[lenaariewrld]

dream girl

multi ending・ᡣ𐭩

Your nerves keep growing as you wait, fidgeting the whole time, for any of the guys to show up after responding to your messages. You admit you were a little vague with your “wanna meet me here”, but it was for the sake of your sanity! And you weren’t about to confess over text messages (especially six times over). Let alone have that awkward conversation about… well, you weren’t even sure what your end goal was.

You knew you wanted a relationship of sorts, not because you felt incomplete without one or like you were missing out, but because it felt right. A cheesy thought, and one you never thought you’d have, but the truth nonetheless.

Eventually, you look up when you hear the familiar whistle of Suna calling your attention. He’s relaxed as he hikes towards you, the grass rustling underneath his sneakers. He finds a seat on the bench you’d sat yourself on a couple minutes ago, shooing off Kunimi and assuring him you’d be more than safe by yourself during that time. You relax a little as Suna offers a subtle quirk of his lips.

“So,” He begins, leaning his elbow on the table nonchalantly. “Are you planning on kidnapping me or something?” He jokes. You open your mouth to refute his claim and hopefully explain yourself, but before you get the chance to do so, you hear another familiar voice.

“Yooo!” Oikawa draws out the ‘o’ as long as his lungs have air and then some, calling attention to him and a trailing Iwaizumi. You smile at his infectious one, scooting over on the bench to make room for either one of them. Oikawa wastes no time in sidling up next to you, keeping a respectful distance as he greets Suna as well. “And I thought just me and Iwa-chan were lucky,” Tooru pouts with a huff, puffing out his cheeks dramatically. Suna laughs.

A few seconds later, Osamu and Sakusa trickle in at different times, greeting everyone in turn. Sakusa only nods, but it’s an acknowledgement that you know means he likes these guys. 

Mattsun was the last to show up, jogging from the direction of the student dormitory buildings. “Well, well,” He pants as he comes up to the bench, his hands on his hips. “I’m surprised at how many people are here for this private rendezvous,” He chuckles as he glances around, greeting his friends or politely saying hello to the two guys he didn’t know. You chuckle dryly, playing with the hem of the cardigan folded over your legs.

“Well…” nervously, you start to explain. You bring up that Lev told you about how they all messaged him. It’s awkward and quiet to you, and you keep your eyes squarely on the knot in the wood of the table, not meeting anyone’s gaze. You were scared to see what they looked like and how they were reacting to this information. 

“Wait, wait– are you about to The Bachelor us?” Tooru speaks up when you trail off, your words caught in your throat. Your brows furrow and you look at him finally, seeing his cheek pressed firmly into his hand as he listens intently, drinking up every word youn speak.

“What? No,” You quickly assure.

“So… we’re not bein’ rejected?” Samu asks.

You take a deep breath. Now or never, you think. Your hands curl into fists in your cardigan, you strengthen yourself, and then you speak. “I know you guys have feelings for me stronger than friendship and I… I’m at a place now where I can fully evaluate what I want and how I feel,” You look at each of them individually now. “I can’t imagine loving just one of you, I know I feel… strongly towards you all and I’m sorry if that’s disappointing… And I understand if you dont want anyrhing with me anymore, but I genuinely mean it when I say all of you.” You felt like you were pleading as your eyes cast over each of them before falling to your lap again. Pleading them to believe that you weren’t not making a choice, your choice just included all of them.

“‘All of us?’” Iwaizumi repeats, his voice calm if not a little quizzical. “As in…”

“Dating all of us together,” Mattsun finishes. He said it matter-of-factly, his expression relaxed as his eyes watched you, taking in your mannerisms and micro-expressions. You swallow harshly, nodding.

“If..” You will your voice not to waver, your nerves again spiking once the bubble had been burst. Like, jesus christ, it felt like you were going to hemorrhage with how much your brain was jumping from worry to worry. Oikawa places a reassuring hand on your forearm, knocking you out of your brain. You realized how much you had slumped down in the silence. He rubs soothing circles on your skin with his thumb. You try again. “If you would all be okay with that and working out conditions with me… I want to try because… I really do care for all of you and I want to make all of you as happy as I can,”

It’s silent again as the men take in what you tell them. Your stomach is still twisting itself, but with Oikawa’s reassuring contact, you don’t feel the nerves creeping in too strongly. You watch each of them, catching when they all look between each other.

Sakusa is the one who finally speaks. “It would be like when you hung out with us before, right? You’d split your time with all of us?” He questions.

You nod.

Suna hums thoughtfully. “I’m okay with that.”

Osamu and Sakusa nod along with him, with Osamu going the extra mile of reaching out to pat your shoulder, respectful with his touch. “I mean, you said it yourself that you want to make all of us happy,” He says, shooting you a reassuring smile. You sigh in relief. Mattsun, Iwaizumi, and Oikawa are still quiet but Oikawa doesn’t pull his hand away from you.

“So… are we all just dating you or each other?” Oikawa asks. He yelps when Iwaizumi smacks him in the back of the head.

“Why would that matter to her?”

“Maybe I want to date you too, Iwa-chan,” Tooru coos and puckers up his lips, receiving another smack from Iwaizumi. You giggle at their lighthearted interaction, but Mattsun calls your attention back to the conversation by raising his hand.

“I.. I really only thought about your guys’ relationships with me..” You admit. “It’s not like I want to claim that only I can be with multiple others and you guys can’t, though,” You shrug.

They all fall silent again.

“I don’t mind feeling that part out for a bit,” Oikawa says.

“Me too,” Mattsun and Suna hum in unison, the both of them sharing a look. You smooth your hands over your legs, turning your palm over so Oikawa can slide his into yours. Osamu nudges your shoulder and you do the same for him, allowing both boys to hold your hands.

“Okay, so… we should work out some terms, I guess? I want to make sure you all get the attention you need,” You push the conversation forward, feeling significantly lighter now that the biggest hurdle had been crossed. You felt lighter now, a little less fidgety and sweaty. Obviously, there were still some potential knots you wanted to look out for, but if they all agreed about wanting to make it work, then surely it wouldn’t be too hard. Right?

You all spend a good couple of hours working out details and addressing everyone’s concerns or questions. Everyone agreed that communication was super important, and you laughed when Samu suggested a giant groupchat, nearly falling over yourself when Oikawa agreed and immediately suggested calling it your designated simp squad. You all also decided that individual and group date nights should be a thing, but you wouldn’t assign a set schedule because of everyone’s different mental and physical healths. Regular testing, safety checks, and other such topics were also discussed, though you were admittedly a little shy about being so open about that.

Eventually, with the hours spent, and the conversation having faded to some cable tv show you never saw, you relaxed against the nearest body. Which happened to be Mattsun, who’d switched seats with Oikawa twenty minutes ago. He looped his arms around your shoulders. “How are you feeling?” He asked, dropping his voice so only you could hear. His whispered breath tickled your ear, making a shiver run down your body.

“Relieved…” You admitted. “I should probably text Lev and let him know how it went,”

Mattsun set his chin on top of your head. “Can we hoard you for another hour before he steals you away?”

“He’s not stealing me,” You giggle, wiggling in his hold. He rolls his eyes playfully. “But fine, I can put it off until tomorrow,” You replied.

“She’s a sucker,” Oikawa chuckles from across you, nudging your calf with his shoe. You kick him lightly back, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Well, if we’re going to stick together, why don’t we go sit on the field instead of this stiff bench?” Samu suggested, standing up and untangling himself from the seat. You nodded, along with Suna, Sakusa, and Iwaizumi. Together, your little group all got up and followed Samu and Iwaizumi to a spot on an open field.

Oikawa and Mattsun depart briefly to grab blankets and you arrange a large square big enough to fit all of you, finding a spot to comfortably lay down. Suna lays down perpendicularly to you, allowing you to lay on his stomach. Iwaizumi spares his lap for your legs. Sakusa sits on the opposite side of Suna, and Oikawa wastes no time in laying his head on your chest. You smile and stroke your fingers through his hair, turning your head and patting the empty space near you (and the only empty space left in this jigsaw cuddle pile) for Osamu to sit. He chuckles and ruffles your hair, sliding his fingers into the slots of yours. You squeeze his hand.

“This is nice,” You say quietly.

“It is..” Suna replies.

Your eyes dart around all of them. You catch Sakusa’s eyes and smile at him. “Omi, can you tell us about the constellations?” You ask, wiggling your brows as if you were asking something suggestive. He chuckles, and you squawk when Suna lightly smacks your forehead.

“Stop flirting so badly,” He teases.

“Stop falling for my bad flirting, then,” You retort. Oikawa and Samu both laugh at your response, before Sakusa clears his throat and calls for everyone’s attention. The group falls silent as he begins to point out constellations, with some assistance from Mattsun every now and then. You nod along the whole time, but you truthfully weren’t entirely listening. Your skin was buzzing just slightly, a pleasant kind of feeling that enveloped your whole being. Every sensation— from the grass on your skin, to the slightly humid air clinging to your clothes and skin, to the relaxing cool of the blankets, to the contact of the men around you —soothed you. You felt your eyelids growing heavy, your head falling to the side. It was bliss.

“Sweet dreams, y/n,” You hear Iwaizumi whisper as he lays your cardigan over you and Oikawa (who had dozed off just before you did).

And sweet dreams you did have.

| three years later...

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extras:

i decided to leave whether y/n and the guys are all in a polycule or its just y/n with the guys individually up to the reader's imagination, but they all get along and treat each other like close friends regardless

y/n DID end up texting lev the next day but they met up for brunch and she filled him in

everyone in the groupchat has the permissions to change the name and add/remove people which makes arguments... interesting

this is officially the last chapter of Dream Girl :,))))

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[sepublic]

We know Weavel fought Samus on Zebes during Zero Mission, which led to him being rebuilt as a cyborg. But the only Space Pirates we see in that game are Kraid, Ridley, Mother Brain... and the Zebesian Space Pirates, who also have a more powerful palette swap.

So the only takeaway is that Weavel was one of these guys; Hunters was released a little over two years after Zero Mission, so I assume the writers should've known that game's lore as well, maybe even read the manga (or skimmed it, IDK if the translation was available around that time, though TBF maybe some knew Japanese).

...Problem is, Weavel is specifically stated to have fought Samus in Brinstar. And Space Pirates don't actually show up in Brinstar, save for in an earlier version of Zero Mission. In terms of lore, we do have the Zero Mission manga, in which the only appearance of Space Pirates in Brinstar fighting Samus is when she lures them into getting attacked by the native Skrees.

Could you fucking imagine if Weavel was one of these dinguses? His battle with Samus is implied to have been something brutal but instead it's just him getting Skree'd. I guess the Skrees must've eaten most of Weavel's body, whichever Space Pirate he is, before he got rescued. Lmao. If we had to choose between these two, I’d say it’s the one on the left; The one on the right looks like his brain is getting blended, which goes against Weavel’s brain being one of the only parts of him left intact. Meanwhile, Lettie seems to be injured between his neck and shoulder, which is more of a feasible survival.

As a complete joke suggestion there’s also Deorem, the only boss in Brinstar. But not only does the manga have Samus refer to it as part of the Zebesian ecosystem, it’d also be really absurd if its brain and spinal cord was proportionally small enough to fit into Weavel’s cybernetic frame. Are we supposed to reconcile these aspects by saying the Space Pirates recruited and promoted local wildlife??? Then again Draygon and Phantoon exist in Super and have statues alongside Kraid and Ridley. What is Metroid lore.

In the end, it's kind of an obvious contradiction that could've easily been avoided by just NOT name-dropping Brinstar. Hunters developer Richard Vorodi did suggest that if Metroid 1 got another remake, he’d have Weavel actually properly show up, but it seems a bit optimistic to assume he would be hired for that game’s development, given it’s a 2D entry.

For now, let's just say that Weavel is a Zebesian. And we also know he was a general, too! There are two variants of Zebesian in Zero Mission; The common red ones, and the elite gray ones vulnerable only to Samus' beam attacks. Given his ranking, I'm inclined to say Weavel is the latter.

Not only that, but I like to HC he's one of the two elite Zebesians you fight at the very end of the game; Literally the last two enemies you ever fight in Zero Mission. They can screw you up at the end of the escape sequence, hitting surprisingly hard and being in a cramped environment. I’ve died a few times to these specific guys, dreading them in playthroughs!

And with the other pirate leaders -Kraid, Ridley, and Mother Brain- out of commission at the moment, I think it makes sense that Weavel is Samus' final opponent, trying to cut her off as the last obstacle (and a decent one) in the path to a completed Zero Mission. In fact, Weavel was probably the guy in charge of the Mother Ship following Mother Brain's destruction, since we know Ridley has been transferred to the Frigate Orpheon in orbit above. With Mecha Ridley mostly just an unthinking weapon, that would make Weavel the game's final, unstated antagonist.

In true poetic fashion, we still wouldn't be able to identify Weavel specifically, because he once again is part of a Space Pirate pair. But that just makes the choice out of these two elite Zebesians specifically feel all the more right to me.

[ninapi]

New to this (Akaashi version)

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Premise: Akaashi Keiji falls in love with a single mother and realizes she's all he wants for his life.

Word Count: 2848

Chapter 6: Good ending

Summer break is fast approaching, and you are considering places to go with the kids, even Akaashi will be taking a week off work to go somewhere nice, so you are currently browsing for ideas hoping to find inspirations for your family get away.  Akaashi suggested going to someplace far enough that requires a plane ride, but not enough to leave the country. Seiji has been growing an obsession with planes and he wants to spoil his newly acquired son, so Hokkaido seemed like a safe bet, the weather is cooler up there and there’s lots of fun places to take the kids to.

Your relationship has advanced quite a bit, you now sleep in Akaashi’s room as he insisted Seiji needed his own room, even when he was the one that wanted him with Kimi to make use of the space, he was the one who ‘convinced’ you that boys need their space, he will be a teenager one day and would not like to share room with his little sister. You wanted to object and tease him because he totally just wanted you in his bed, but your heart was so full hearing him think of a future so far ahead that you were at a loss for words.

You two have been getting his room ready, Akaashi getting him a big boy’s bed for his birthday. He got him a loft bed with a desk underneath, so he had space of his own for his homework and side projects, but also space for his toys and books. Seiji was over the moon, his very own room, never would have guessed that would happen, he’s been sharing bed with you since he was born. His collection of toys also grew substantially now that his father gets him new stuff basically every week, you don’t like that he is somehow trying to buy his son’s affection, but he did miss a lot of birthdays and Christmas days, so you are allowing it for the time being, don’t want him to become spoiled due to it. Akaashi spent a good couple of hours every day after work painting the walls of his new room into a soft mint color that you chose for him and is now complete, his own big boy room.

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You were preparing dinner while talking on the phone with Atsumu, tomorrow is his day of the week to be with his son and he wanted to discuss with you something that has been in his mind for a while now.

“So, I got these papers I need you to sign. Is it ok for me to see you tomorrow for a bit when I take Seiji home?” he doesn’t sound as confident as usual and is starting to throw you off a bit. “What do you mean papers? What kind of papers??” you stopped stirring up the curry you were preparing for tonight giving him your full attention. “Well, I want him to be my son in paper too. You know I have two apartments and well lots of things, I want them to go to him when I die.” you rolled your eyes at his choice of words, but you agree with this, you’ve had similar thoughts on your near-death experience and wanted to make sure he would go to his dad if something bad were to happen to you since Akaashi and you aren’t a couple legally, he wouldn’t be deemed responsible for your son. You also know you probably won’t get married even if the relationship pointed in that direction, for what you’ve heard he is very comfortable with how things are right now and thinks very little of marriage stating is just a social title, nothing more.

“Ok, ok, I’ll sign them. But first you gotta answer something for me or I ain't signing anything.” you’ve been dying to ask this, and you rarely have something to bargain with, so you take this chance, “Anything for you, my love.”, his 'fake sweetness' making you want to gag, but you hang on tight, this is too important and if you upset him this is the end, “Ok so, when you disappeared on me, I went to look for Samu and he had just disappeared from the surface of the earth just like you, even his phone number wasn’t working. What happened to him?” you’re absentmindedly biting your thumb, the curry pot now doing its thing. “Tsk.” is all you hear from the other side of the line, and you are quickly losing faith, he’s always been defensive when you mention him. “Took you long enough to ask, I thought that would be the first thing you’d ask me, you always liked him more than you ever liked me.” he wasn’t entirely wrong, but you would never say that to him, specially not now. You quietly wait for him to continue, “When I left you that night, I didn’t know what to do with my life. I knew I couldn’t tell Samu the truth. At first, I thought it was because I was embarrassed that you’d cheat on me the same week I bought our engagement ring. But in reality, I was kinda scared. I knew the moment I’d fuck up he would go for you and steal you away. He would always tell me that the only reason you were with me was because he was a coward and took too long, he constantly reminded me of that and I just couldn’t allow that to happen. So, when I got to his place that night I didn’t say anything, he was going on about how a very famous onigiri person from Okinawa had offer him a year-long internship at his shop, he wasn’t sure about being away for so long but I took it as a chance and I got him to accept it. I told him we had a fight and wanted some time alone to clear my head, so we both went together to Okinawa and did some touristy stuff while he got settled. We were on a dolphin exploration boat when I saw your name on his screen, he was busy taking pictures with his camera, so he didn’t notice. I took his phone and mine and threw them into open ocean.” you gasped loudly, almost leaving him deaf, not believing someone could stoop so low due to jealousy. “I got us new phones the same day, I just didn’t want him to talk to you, I knew he would fly straight to your arms on the same day if he would have known what happened, and probably ruin his future.” You don’t say anything to this, you know it’s true, that’s why you went looking for him, he’d always been your support, even before you got with Atsumu. “He had to stay for a year there, but he kept trying to find you, since I kept ignoring his questions he even sent Suna to our old place to look for you, but you were gone by then. And that’s all I know. When he found out I lied to him to keep him away from you we had a huge fight, he broke my nose with one of his punches and well, he didn’t talk to me for a couple of years after that until ‘Ma saw him throwing a bread stick to my face during a family holiday and forced him to forgive me.”

The line went completely silent, “You selfish bastard.” is all you say to him before ending the call, you were sobbing on the curry when Akaashi found you in the kitchen. He didn’t know what happened, but he heard you were talking with Atsumu in the phone. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and leaving soft tickly kisses on the back of your neck, using the only tactic that he knows calm you down. “You know, those tiny shorts you’re wearing today are killing me. Hope you weren’t thinking of sleeping much tonight.” he whispers playfully biting your ear shell. You laugh in between sobs, shaking your head and removing the pot from the stove. “All yours, all night.” It’s all you say softly, pawing at your tears and trying to forget about all you heard just now.

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School has been going great and you are positive you will be able to finally graduate in a couple of semesters, life really is so much better these days.

Akaashi is currently taking a shower and you are just waiting for Seiji to come home; you still need to sign those papers and weren’t really looking forward to see Atsumu today. Summer was very extreme this year and you thought of sneaking for a few scoops of ice cream, happily dancing almost inside of the fridge, truthfully enjoying both the refreshing breeze coming from it and the delicious treat in your mouth, when you hear Seiji coming inside the house, running excitedly with a slightly large bag in his hand. “Mama look, you have to try this, is the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my whole life!! My uncle made these specially for you!!” the child rambles while pulling some rice balls out of a container, “Your what-?“ the spoon in your mouth falls to the ground clattering loudly, “(Y/N)?” you see a head poking behind the wall separating the entrance from the kitchen and you forgot what manners were all together. You just ran over to Osamu, more like jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and both legs around his waist. “Samu, oh my god. Is this really happening? Please tell me I didn’t pass out from the heat and I’m having the loveliest of dreams.” you mumble, kissing both of his cheeks. “Ya’ll isn’t this too much? Like why are you acting so differently from when you met me? You see? This is why I wanted you as far away from him as possible. It's all your fault.” grumbles Atsumu with an annoyed expression all over his face, “SHUT UP” you both yell at him in unison.

“I-I looked for you all over, (Y/N). I swear. I just couldn’t find you anywhere. You closed all your accounts, I didn't know what to do. I even contacted the Karasuno captain to see if he could help me, he is a cop now. But not even him could do much. I really tried all I could.” Osamu’s eyes are glossy with unshed tears, and you rest your forehead on his, “I know you did. I know.” Is all you can say, knowing you should get off of him, probably about now. The bathroom door opens to a shirtless and very wet Akaashi fully in display for everyone to see. “Oh, Osamu is here. Hey man! Haven’t seen you in a while.” Akaashi greets him while towel drying his hair.

Atsumu sulks walking over to plop himself on the sofa like it was his own house, annoyed at the fact that even Akaashi is treating him better. He stacks the papers on the coffee table, trying to get your attention. “(Y/N), so I brought you your beloved Samu, can you now sign my papers please? I kindda gotta go soon.” you just sat beside him, grabbing the papers and whispering a soft “Thank you” while squeezing his knee. Of course, this is what makes you happy. He should have known so.

You read over the papers and sign them without a hassle, your son now straddling his dad’s lap trying to get him to stop sulking. “Mama, daddy said he has a house in Osaka and that’s where USJ (Universal Studios Japan) is. Do you think I can go with him? I really want to see the Mario land.” he looks at you with puppy eyes, laying his head on Atsumu’s chest.

“I actually gotta go there in a couple of weeks, got a big game. I bet he would like to see his daddy win a game!” he puffs his chest out, making Seiji giggle and how can you honestly say no to him. “Alright, he should be out of school by then. But only for a few days and you gotta promise someone will look after him while you play.” you give him a serious look, knowing he would completely forget about it and just leave him alone on the bleachers. “How about you come with us, darlin’? I got more than enough room for the three of us.” he never learns.

“I, ehm. No, thanks.” you feel the other side of the sofa dent, Osamu sitting on your other side, his chin now on your shoulder giving a good look at the papers you just signed. He doesn’t trust his brother. “(Y/N), can I take Seiji to the aquarium? I was thinking maybe we can have a picnic after school, then go see some fishies.” He smirks over at Seiji who is now bouncing with joy begging you to please say yes. “Hmmmm….only if you let me join the fun~” you turn around to give him the prettiest pleading look he's ever seen, poking his belly.

Atsumu scoffs loudly, setting his son down and getting up and ready to leave. “Can you like not flirt with each other for once in this life? Akaashi is here! Not like you ever cared when you were with me but, can you not?”, Akaashi looked at you and just shook his head, “She isn’t flirting, dude. You should see her when she is.” this makes you chuckle, not even Akaashi is on his side today. “Besides, I know I would lose if Osamu was to make a move. I heard you had to kidnap him and throw his phone into the ocean to keep them apart. So, I would rather not upset my girl, that should do it.” You feel Osamu tense next to you, and its then he knows he’s too late once again, always late. If only…

Osamu gets on his feet, looking down at you. “I’ll text you later then. Already stole your number from my dumb brother’s phone.” he winks at you, but you are quick to see his sad smile. Deciding not to say anything you might regret later, you hand the signed papers to Atsumu and walk them out to his car.

What a day.

Akaashi, who’s too confident on what you two have right now, doesn’t even sweat at the longing look in Osamu’s eyes, just waving them off and heading back inside, pulling you with him by your hand. The night goes on like if nothing happened, tonight, diner would be a feast of different rice balls of all possible flavors. Or so they think, but you noticed, all of them had your favorite toppings. Your heart sank a bit, but you are just as comfortable with your current life as Akaashi is and dreaded complications. You will have to once again distance a bit from Osamu, even if that pains you to no avail.

───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

That summer was a summer you would never forget. After Seiji’s first time to Osaka with his dad, you all boarded a plane and headed to Hokkaido. You visited some flower farms; fed Alpacas; even went to a bear only safari. Not only did you have tons of fun with your kids, but your bond as a family grew deeper roots.

The four of you slept on the same futon for the entire week, Akaashi renting a villa in the countryside for all of you to enjoy but wanting to keep you all to himself as usual.

You woke up to birds singing every day, no work, no school, just you and your family going on between fun activities and home life. You had bbq outside a couple of times during that week, Akaashi cooking the meat for all of you while the kids ran around playing tag and chasing butterflies.

You even wore this sun dress Akaashi had bought for you as a surprise to wear during this trip, saying something along the lines of him wanting to show off.

Life was certainly different from a year before.

───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

-Time skip-

Watering the plants on the front yard you think about how five years ago this yard was empty, the house had nothing but gray walls, and plants were not welcomed in any way. Now it’s nothing like that, is even difficult to imagine it once was anything like it. You planted roses on both sides and some berry bushes at the front, a welcome mat now decorates the entrance along with a flower wreath.

The house inside had also change quite a bit, gray was replaced by white; family pictures, and trinkets now hanging from the walls, toys scattered every here and there. Just by looking inside from a window you could see how lived it was. Both of your children are no longer little, now both attending elementary school but just as lovely as they ever were.

You live happily, talking daily with your best friend and trying not to decapitate Atsumu. Your son loves them both and so do you, regardless of everything that’s happened.

Your family was big now and those days of loneliness are long forgotten in your hectic routine. You got a job at the same company as Akaashi, though you work in the publishing side very far away from him in a separate building, everything’s been going just great there too, a promotion coming its way to you in the coming months.

Akaashi yells from the kitchen, seemingly needing your help with the oven. You chuckle to yourself at your favorite clutz antics. “Coming!” you go back inside to save the day from the evil oven eating the chicken away. Once dinner has been saved you wrap yourself around him, kissing his lips softly and whispering sweet ‘I love yous’ while he holds you close against the kitchen counter.

You really couldn’t think of a better life and neither did Akaashi.

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Previous Chapter Bonus Chapter

Notes: So, this is the final chapter of the Akaashi version of this story. Like I mentioned on the first chapter, this series is set out to be like an otome game, since I loathe the bad endings in the games, I’m not having one in my story, instead I’m having a good ending, a happy ending and the true ending, this one being the good ending version. Thank you to everyone who read this, you are the loveliest humans alive and Santa will give you an extra present from me this year. Hope you stick around for the other two! -Love, Nina.

Master List

[spinningbuster98]

Metroid Fusion Part 4: The illusion of freedom

Fusion is the first game where I can say that most of the bosses are actually pretty good. Hell combat in general

The issue in the previous games was that:

1) The floaty physics didn’t allow for snappy and precise movements and so made dodging attacks all kinds of awkward

2) Bosses usually just resorted to trying to ram into you aphazardly or just fling lots of shit at you with little to no discernible pattern

In Fusion however not only are the more precise controls much more adapt at combat but most bosses are generally just better designed, with attacks and patterns that can be memorised and dodged. Arachnus, Serris, B.O.X, that Lamprey thing. Hell even Yakuza (the spider), which lots of people have trouble against, is actually not that bad once you realise that you can dodge him pretty consistently with the morph ball

However near the end the bosses kind of start dropping off in quality

Nightmare kind of devolves into trying to ram into you at random

Ridley is really disappointing, just being a big target for you to spam shit into while he murders your ears

Even the SA-X has a really simple and easy battle. I’m not too torn up about it since there is still a certain cathartic feeling in humiliating it like this, but still

This is also the part of the game where it kinda starts to go for a “Samus starts disobeying Adam” direction, with Samus going to places and doing things that he doesn’t approve of

In general this is considered by many to be one of the main themes of Fusion: the idea that you start very weak and are forced to listen to the gruff AI but as you grow more powerful you start giving him the middle finger

And...I wish I were as enthusiastic about this as others are

Here’s the thing: the problem here is gameplay/story synchronization

Usually Fusion is pretty good at giving story explanations to explain gameplay related stuff: it’s the only game in the series probably to give a solid explanation as to why Samus would lose her abilities yet again. Samus is weaker than usual and takes more damage because she’s missing most of her armor and is still weak from the operation. Some doors on the station are shut due to security reasons

However I think that in this context right here there is some dissonance of sorts

Because while Samus may be disobeying Adam’s orders, YOU the player are still following the game’s rules to a T

The game’s trademark linearity is still in full effect here: after you beat Nightmare you don’t get the choice to immediately go back to Adam, the level design FORCES you to go to Sector 4 and release the last Security Lock and get the Diffusion Upgrade

After getting the Wave Beam disobeying Adam by getting into the Restricted Area is not a choice you make: there is no way to backtrack to the other half of Sector 6 at this point, the game leaves you no choice BUT to disobey Adam

The game gives you the illusion of freedom, the illusion of breaking free from a domineering authority while in actuality you’re still absolutely playing by the game’s very strict rules and once you see the strings it kinda makes the whole theme the game’s going for a bit hollow if you ask me

[animeandfilmotaku]

Haikyuu and how it helped me to find myself and that hunger

I am going a little sappy here, as I am writing this right now, on the shockwave of finishing my last day of work, and I am so grateful for watching Haikyuu and its adventures.

So I have been working in a certain social enteprise for like a good time in my 20’s (like 5 or so) In short, it is great but however I feel basically stuck here with that comfortable utopia, until the end of last year due to personal circumstances I circled into a very bad depression which to the point, I just broke down sobbing and just simply numb mentally and emotionally. I recall during an annual accountability meeting that I simply do want to speak to anyone.

The details are fuzzy, but the weight of work is too much for me, until my family made a choice to go to Japan in the cold winter to let me have a breather. And it is where I let myself figure out what to do, of course I did my pilgrimage to Fushimi Inari shrine to try to climb to the top, because many years back- I did this on my first trip with family friends- after a trying period of dealing with a toxic boss and health issues, which I did not as my health was fragile- which I recovered from a bad cold.

And the most unexpected thing is that I want to know Haikyuu because of my dear work bestie, which I call them affectionally as Bokuaka colleague and my online friend Fawnie talking about the series which I was surrounded curiously by the many merch here, which I snapped so many pictures and share it on discord and telegram, so when I came back home, I decided ok what the heck I am going to watch it, and man it was a breath of fresh air- to see such a small underdog team conquering bigger and scarier teams to reach a simple goal which are the nationals. And along the way, they grew better over many lost matches and wins.

Of course I was team Karasuno as every Haikyuu fan, (yes Asanoya was the pairing that I adore and Asahi’s arc being so inspirational as I faced my own Iron Walls) but however it is Inarizaki high, and mostly the character Miya Osamu that has such a huge significance for me that actually made me settle that decision which I simmer since last January to actually take the plunge.

The team’s motto ‘We don’t need the memories” seems saddening, but it does not mean we must dump away the horrible shit- it means that we do not hold them like precious treasures but learn from it and grow from that experiences. And it is funny, as Inari which the school is named after, is a patron god of foxes which concide with that said shrine that I climbed as a symbolic passing that I am over these tough times just landed to me.

I got to talk about Miya Osamu, my beloved boy which I affectionately called him my boyfriend, that propelled my decision to quit that job, so in short- he is the other half of a mega powerful duo alongside with his brother Atsumu known to be pretty much a terror (I mean even the way they cheer, you can simply lose your shit)- and he is super chill vs his otherwise hot-tempered brother, a lot of people said he is physically better than his brother in terms of stamina and reflexes but however Osamu is aware that he did not have this demonic hunger like Atsumu to pursue further, even a flashback which Atsumu is accepted at Youth Camp-Osamu said frankly that ‘You loved volleyball more than me’. So BKAK colleague was like oh you know Osamu end up working in the food industry, opening his own restaurant because of his passion of food. I did not get it until I watched the speech of Hunger with Osamu in the last set point that gave me that sign and it goes like “When you’re hungry, and you eat a small mouthful of something…it makes you even hungrier.”

And I be like holy shit, what???, and I thought to myself, maybe I am becoming like him, just going by the flow, scared to move out of this comfort zone to search for tastier food which unlike me, I blaze through endless food options to keep me happy (Thank god that Samu has the same passion as me, which is food), which I nearly ugly-sob for such a simple line (Kudos to Hideaki Kabumoto for such a beautiful performance), and watching the video essay of him, made me be like alright- I am going to submit the resignation letter.

Of course, after that said submission, it is where I really struggle myself mentally, if I actually made the right decision, basically gaslighting my ass to all these memories, and I am so grateful that time I decided to rewatch Haikyuu with my mum. And of course rewatching Haikyuu was that source of comfort which I look forward every night after work to watch it.

We talk over the people being like the Ushijimas and the Oikawas over me simply leaving for a new chapter.

Ok imagine an Asian 60 year old mother who binge over K-Dramas screaming like a mad football fan with the matches, and being like I love my boys so much, and Sugawara (My favourite moment from my mum when Daichi is substituted by Ennoshita, my mum be like why Suga did not replace Daichi, I liked him), and she asked me the reason you are able to quit, because of Hinata’s determination and Kageyama’s passion, which I tried to show my mum that Osamu panel, being that same reason and she did not understand why as she said you will be overstuffed.

So we reached the Inarizaki arc, which of course I enjoyed as hell, and it came to that part when we watch the Osamu speech and it suddenly clicked to my mum as I see food as passion, which I figure that I need to venture out to make me hungry again. So she was like oh so the passion of the things you enjoy is akin to a good meal, and she is like yep.

Long story, we managed to get the final date of me working here, which is coincidentally today- and I took the approach of another character from Inarizaki that help me in this transition period is Shinsuke Kita, I know super weird as he is an introvert unlike me, and what strike me is his composure to take things as ‘things as byproducts’ and it was that philosophy to take things as a process, that I even use that line as the header for my handover list. I even repeat that mantra to myself that I must hold these experiences as byproducts of a process, and holding that scene of Kita being happy that they play that final match despite the loss to Karasuno.

On the morning of that last day- I was playing Kita clips to calm me down, to prevent myself for getting emotional over my last day- and I told my mum, I want to be happy like them (akin Osamu in his restaurant and Kita, in his farming job) and she said yes, like Kita in his farm and it gave me so much comfort. And I blasted Hikari Are to calm myself down, knowing there is a bright light to break out of the darkness, that I can conquer my own iron walls.

And it is funny on that said day, I met a bunch of Japanese high-school kids coming for a visit which I broke the ice of telling them I played a chill version of Hikari Are (Haikyuu anime Opening 3), which one  knew that anime and I asked what is her favourite and this girl, from a country prefecture said that she likes Tsukishima which I am like yeh, my favourites from Haikyuu (in my best Japanese, which I self-taught myself during the pandemic), is Inarizaki and Miya Osamu, and my best Japanese adding Kita, the captain. And I spend that day actually trying to make small talk over these Japanese high school kids, which made my heart so happy that even the sensei was kind to see that I am trying so hard to speak in Japanese, which I left the scene with a full heart.

And it struck to me coincidentally, that in the end of things, Haikyuu brought me that strength and courage to move on to my new chapter. Yes, the path may be different as of now, but I am so glad to have that courage to make that path thanks to a small volleyball anime as the lyrics of ひかりあれ go

Hikari are //Daichi wo keru riyuu wa tada hitotsu //Motto mabayuku ore wa toberu Hikari are //Kimi no kyou no kagayaki ga //Mayoeru tomo no ashita wo terasu yo

(Let there be light //There's only one reason to kick the ground I can fly even more radiantly //Let there be light Your sparkles from today will light up a hesitating friend's way)

And I am so grateful for the once flightless crows, and the strong foxes to blaze me through that path, to find my hunger again

So ありがとうございます！古舘ー先生！！！for creating such a motivational piece that blaze through my new path 💕

[saturn-rowlf]

I think it would be funny if the Batter’s name was Jack bc then he could be Jack OFF. Metroid 2 and OFF spoilers ahead

I read this article about Metroid 2 about how scary Samus is on her mission to methodically commit genocide to the Metroid species on their home planet. It was a really good and distressing article, I’m going to be saving it. It made me realize that Metroid 2 was a lot like OFF-- right down to ending with a Baby. But the stories have different messages, even with their similarities. OFF’s ending reveals that monstrosity is a matter of perspective, having Jack Off’s visual identity of an American Funtime Sportsman clash with the horror of his actions. The finale with Hugo and the Judge’s end really pays off by having this juxtaposition cranked up to the extreme. It’s a cool message for a video game to have, one you will think about the next time Mario jumps on a funny little turtle. I could mention Undertale, but I feel like that’s been discussed ad nauseum. 

But Samus doesn’t kill the Metroid hatchling and that is so awesome of her. She is so scary and powerful but in this moment she has a chance to escape her Batter persona. This does not really happen in Super Metroid, as discussed in Holiwell’s article. I haven’t gotten into the Prime games or Metroid Dread, but I hoping the latter gets into this theme of Samus’ changing identity seeing how it takes place after Fusion. Fusion really emphasized how scary Samus is but the ending doesn’t really change her relationship with the Metroids which I think is a bummer.

I don’t know how to tie this to the rest of what I said but I think the emphasis of Samus’ image is also a parallel to the Batter. Her helmet, armor, and arm cannon are his hat, uniform, and bat. Except that the Batter only has his bat in battle, while Samus has no choice but to have her arm cannon. hm.

All I want, really, is to make Metroid 2 myself. Imagine she loses her suit near the ending, Zero Mission style and she actually fights one of the Omega Metroids with a bat or some sort of stick. The 3DS remake even added the melee counter, so we’re already getting there.

[ammonitetestpatterns]

now i am back in my crease of this vast american quilt and seeming on the verge of something new, refined in a way, my spirits glassblown. even as i am in the abyss and have so much work to do, i don’t feel alone. “your love has surely changed everything,” and in it i can see the sunrise of all our lives. i don’t mind if i get kicked out or beaten up by someone sent by my mom again, i scared her off by flashing a wry smile and getting hit like that makes the brain ring with a weird warmth anyway. now i feel like the comically trapped player of dennis caswell’s commodore 64 game, mission impossible, dared to stay a while, stay forever, but i know that a long and weary tunnel of my life is ending and independence demands me. i want my patience to send me spinning along the candy red diaphane of a flexi disc, thrown back by the collar as the recording clips after each meter without breaking its chugging progression, ending in white like samus breaking, it fills my chest with a desirous rush and the idea that to work is to pray. i spent time with my friend and saw we were the same in a few big ways, we were magnets of incredible capability for electrical conduction, we were the internet, we were trying to find VIP entry into the anime world. it was everything i could have dreamed. it made me realize how my love for daicon IV was always reflective of an appreciation for the passion of the small dedicated group toward the network intelligence that subsumed and united them, but the homage to the symbols of this intelligence, made now into empty commodities in the mill of popular culture, is also a homogenizing force, the moral associations and vaguer lures slammed into the character can stifle an original expression with its staggering size and magnetism. even in twilight, the first internet song and the right choice for the gainax guys to use for their lovely labors, the cathartic resolving line is, “i gave you time to steal my mind away from me.” but i guess the first waifu rose out of lake garda, and the most globally iconic was biblical, ideas have always traveled far. there’s a lot to the daicon girl growth, and it always takes a girl to show you the ends. an ambivalent care and unconditional love, the release into true total acceptance that washes tidally back into equanimity, is the way to feel.

[osamusbigtits]

tsugoku is fast asleep after osamu leaves. rintarou couldn't fall back asleep, so he sat in the recliner and turned on the tv. an attempt to distract him.

osamu told rintarou to call for any reason. he always does, but this one was more loaded.

rintarou opens up to his messages. he hovers over osamu's contact before tapping on atsumu's instead. he doesn't get the chance to type before atsumu's calling him.

rintarou answers quickly, glancing over at tsugoku to make sure she's still asleep.

"samu told me," atsumu says, not giving rintarou a chance to speak. "jeez, I feel so bad for her. I know samu offered his help, but please call me instead. omi went home for a weekend and I've dying to get a reason to get out of this apartment.

"anyway. he didn't give me all the details. you know how he is, not his secret to tell." atsumu sighs, as if it's his own problem he's dealing with. it makes rintarou smile. "but, if yall want to eat or something, I'm begging you to let me come over and cook."

"I'll keep it in mind," rintarou replies.

"and I'm sorry for you too. I know how you get with the whole family thing," atsumu says.

rintarou frowns. "this is why I fell in love with osamu instead of you."

"oh, fuck off. you're totally in love with me."

"in your dreams." rintarou looks over at his sister who is now awake, but looking at the TV. "thank you. I'll text you if I need anything."

"okay. love you, rin."

"yeah, you too."

rintarou hangs up. tsugoku looks over at him.

it's been a while since he's seen her half awake with messy hair. it feels odd. intimate.

rintarou looks away.

"good morning," she says. she's always been bolder than him.

"good morning," rintarou replies. he picks at the corner of his phone case.

rintarou watches tsugoku sit up and stretch from the corner of his eye.

"you were right. you can say it," she says as she sits back and wraps the soft knit blanket around her shoulders.

rintarou frowns. "I'm not vindictive. I never wanted them to treat you like they treated me."

"they didn't-" tsugoku stops herself. "they loved you, rin."

rintarou shakes his head. "it doesn't matter. I'm just glad you're not hurt." his eyes sting. the last thing he wants to talk about is his relationship with his parents. if it could even be called that.

"you replaced them. what were they supposed to do?" tsugoku says. she's lashing out. her anger, her betrayal. it's easier to blame rintarou.

rintarou's chest tightens. even if he understands tsugoku's anger, it doesn't make it easier to hear. especially when it's at the expense if the woman who did take rintarou in and love him unconditionally. who still loved him when he and osamu had broken up for a small period of time. the woman who showed him what a mom should be like.

"you wouldn't understand." rintarou's nails dig into his palms. a dull pain to ground his emotions.

"you left me, too!" tsugoku exclaims, her voice raising in pitch.

rintarou looks over at her. "I have tried to keep in contact with you and you stopped replying to me." he looks away and takes a breath.

"you left me and now look at me! this is your fault!"

the words ring in rintarou's ears. everything he thought he did to protect his sister didn't matter. she still ended up burned just like he did. he wonders if he did make the wrong choices. if rintarou should have just sucked up and dealt with his parents for just a little bit longer.

but where would that have gotten him? would he still have osamu in his life? this apartment cluttered with items of his life and his found family and his friends. friends who have given him the world and then some.

if he had never accepted that offer to inarizaki all those years ago, would he had even come close to this life?

"look, tsugoku. I am sorry. but I don't regret my decision," rintarou says, interrupting tsugoku's harsh words. he makes eye contact with her. "I didn't mean to hurt you as well. but I had to look out for myself. and I don't think I would have been even half as happy as I am now if I hadn't left."

tsugoku blinks and looks away. she rubs away the tears that fall freely and rintarou feels like he should do something.

but he just feels stuck.

tsugoku sobs. rintarou sends a frantic text to atsumu. he can't be alone with his sister. not like this.

his stomach twists, his chest aches, and his heart pounds painfully against his ribcage. the realization of just how much he has all because he left his parents all those years again.

aichi isn't home. hyogo is.

tsugoku says, in a sad and broken voice, "you're all I have left, rin."

rintarou moves to sit next to her. "then don't get mad at me. I know what you're going through." he sighs. "and you can't go through this alone. even if you want to get mad at me, you should rely on your friends."

tsugoku stays silent. rintarou leans back.

it's not going to be an easy fight for her. but at least she won't be alone.

"hello?"

"rin," tsugoku's voice shakes as she talks. rintarou's amazed she called. it's been almost a year since they last spoke. "hey. um, I-I need- mom and dad, they kicked me out. I just- I need a place to stay. just for one night. I can figure it out after that- I wont be a bother at all, I swear-"

"tsu, slow down. breathe. where are you? are you hurt?" rintarou asks. osamu tilts his head, a silent question.

rintarou can hear her gasping breaths. "yeah, I'm fine. physically. I'm at the train station. the one closest to mom and dad's. I didnt know where else to go."

tilting his wrist, rintarou checks the time, his apple watch flashing on at the movement. 10:30 at night. it'll take a couple hours to get there. he stands up and grabs his keys, osamu trails after him.

"do you feel comfortable waiting there? I'll come pick you up. you can stay at my place for however long you need."

"no, you- I can meet you half way. I bought a ticket."

rintarou sighs. "okay. text me the address and I'll meet you, okay? you're sure you're going to be okay alone?"

"I'll be fine." tsugoku breathes out. "shit. my phones gonna die. I'll call you back."

"stay safe, tsu."

"I will."

rintarou slides his phone into his pocket and turns to tell osamu where he's going.

osamu holds out his hand. "I'll drive."

rintarou scoffs. "no, you have to work in the morning. go to bed."

"you don't like driving at night. besides, you'll be able to answer if she calls," osamu argues and shakes his hand, still asking for the keys.

rintarou frowns and gives him. he could kiss osamu if he weren't so worried.

~

it feels like tsugoku has been waiting for hours. her phone says it's been only three minutes.

her leg bounces as she sits on the cold plastic of the cheap bench outside. she feels exhausted, but her eyes stay wide open in search of her brother. her only hope. hopefully the only relationship she can salvage at this point.

cars pass by. her phone stays silent. she checks to make sure she sent rintarou the right address. she even sent her location.

a gray suv pulls up and for a moment she assumes the worst. her heartbeat spikes, fear zapping through her veins before the door opens to reveal her big brother.

tsugoku runs up to hug him, her bag jostling uncomfortably against her back. she slams against him in a full-bodied hug.

rintarou wraps his arms around her, holding tight. he checks her over, studies her face and any glimpse of skin he can see.

a sob losens itself from her chest and more follow along.

rintarou wipes away her tears, offering words of comfort. it won't stop the tears she's been holding back for hours.

he gets her into the backseat, rintarou staying next to her.

it takes tsugoku half an hour to realize that someone else must be in the car if rintarou isn't driving.

and still, she finds that she can't really care about it at the moment.

they arrive to an apartment complex and rintarou keeps an arm wrapped around her as they make their way through the building. she's still helplessly wiping tears away.

~

rintarou would joke about osamu making his way straight to the kitchen if his mind wasn't so preoccupied with figuring out what happened to tsugoku. she hasn't uttered a word since they picked her up. he can't really tell if the shaking is from the skimpy clothes she's wearing or from her crying, but he still wraps a blanket around her shoulders and offers a box of tissues.

"hey, tsu. whatever happened, I'm here for you," rintarou says softly. he sits on the coffee table in front of the couch, so they're close but he can also make eye contact as needed.

tsugoku mentioned their parents. and rintarou can only assume the worst.

wiping her eyes, tsugoku takes a few steadying breaths. "you were right. and I'm so sorry, rin. if I had known-" her voice cracks.

the words send an uneasy feeling down rintarou's spine. a crawling sensation that sets him on edge. "don't blame yourself for anything that happened to me. that's not for you to apologize for. what happened to you?" rintarou needs to get the topic off of him and their parents.

tsugoku's head falls forward, a fresh wave of tears falling as well. "I told... I came out to them." rintarou's heart twists in pain for her. "I thought... they said they would always love me."

rintarou quickly moves to sit next to her and wraps his arms around her. "I'm sorry," he says softly and holds her head against his shoulder. "I'm so sorry."

silently, osamu places two glasses of water on the table and a plate of snacks. rintarou sends him a look, hoping osamu takes the hint to go to bed so he can get some sleep before he works in the morning.

osamu rolls his eyes but makes his way to the bedroom.

tsugoku eventually pulls herself away and wipes her eyes once again. "I'm sorry. I-I can't believe I'm just bothering you out of the blue-"

"don't bother with that," rintarou replies and nudges a glass of water her way. "you're family, I'll always help you out." her eyes shine at the word. "we only have one bedroom, so unfortunately you'll have to sleep on the couch. we also have a cat who is pretty cuddly, so she may bother you in the middle of the night."

rintarou stands up and stretches, exhaustion getting to him. he gestures to the table. "water and snacks for you. I'll grab you a pillow and blanket. anything in the apartment, you can use or eat or whatever else."

tsugoku nods.

she stays quiet when rintarou comes back with the pillow. "I'll be in my room," he points, "feel free to wake me up. osamu has work in a couple hours, sorry if he wakes you up. and, yeah. good night."

"good night," tsugoku says softly. and as rintarou walks away, she says "thank you" and rintarou just waves a hand.

he'll get more information in the morning. for now she needs sleep.

rintarou curses his parents for hurting his sister just a fraction of the way they hurt him. because she deserved even better than rintarou ever did and got her heart shattered twice as hard for nothing.

[odetolove]

hehe you're so cute pls i giggled at your response

i did get good sleep ! though not enough but i gotta wake up early anyway to do adult things booo. how about you? how was your sleep?

OMGG yoongi and jk :') good choices gosh i love them, yoongi has always been a bias wrecker my goodness, he's gonna be the end of me esp recently......phew. but my bts biases are v and jimin, 95 line has me in a chokehold LORD. it was just jimin and then tae came for my throat during love yourself tear era with the dark hair and singularity.... just...yeah yeah yeah.. AWW DK ! i wanna be his bestie so bad he'd be so fun, and MINGYU pls he's such a dork, i'd fight him (said with fondness and affection) i think it's cause he's an aries man.. LMFAO but i love him i swear. for svt bias, it's s.coups, god the Man he is. pls its not FAIR. and recenlty dino has joined too with my finally accepting woozi as a bias wrecker too AND VERNON TOO LIKE WTF HE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE FOR ME. gosh they're all soosfdlk wow

AHHH that makes me so happy to hear you're energized hehe, it always feels good to get back into writing. like even rp for me, it makes me happy to have the creative juice (and time) to do it again cus i really enjoy it.

-- samu mod

PLS!! keep complimenting me and i will start !! idk … idk what will happen but something will!!! thank you <3 im happy i made u laugh (wink wink)

yayayay!! i’m glad you did, i did!!! i’m cursing everything that’s making u have to get up early :T adult things are no fun and boring !!! i hate it :c

YESSS, i was so tempted to just drop so much money to go to one of his concerts but being a responsible adult i decided not to for the sake of my bank acc LMAO, i just sat at home and cried with his album playing in the background while i mournfully scrolled through twitter !! AND PLS… jimin n tae… YOU HAVE TASTE!! esp tae,,, sometimes he hits me like a freight train with how HANDSOME HE IS??? ur right singularity n ly era was truly unmatched for him.. thay harness he wore in the fake love mv decreased my lifespan by like 20 years i swear. and S.COUPS?? ur insane, i stay away from him (with much love) bc i know he’s !!! yea… he’s !!! (u get what i mean) like u said the MAN he is…. ur so right, they’re all so cute and can EASILY snatch up bias spots sooo easy!!

and thank you!!! like u said im happy you have time and inspo!!!! it’s always the best ,, it’s like seeing a very good friend you haven’t seen in a while!!!! hehehe

[sugawarassoulmate]

and i can be needy, way too damn needy

“oh, didn’t like what i had to say?” she must have noticed your reaction, feeding off your palpable anxiety. “both of them feel that way, you know. they only really hang out with you because your mothers are good friends. you think they would give you the time of day if they had a choice?”

atsumu too? no, that couldn’t be true. he’s always been your best friend. yeah, your moms were close and it was easy to go to their house after school while your parents were working, but atsumu’s smile always grew wide whenever you walked through the door. surely all of that had been genuine?

“that’s a lie…” you mumble, wishing for once you could find the strength to stick up for yourself. this doesn’t feel the same as when osamu teases you, that’s something you can navigate. this is uncharted territory. never has anyone else been so callous towards you. usually because one of the boys was there to step in—atsumu to offer a kind word and osamu to throw a punch or two.

but maybe that was the problem. maybe they didn’t want to waste their time saving you anymore.

this really wasn't meant to turn into anything! i've had this doc sitting on my computer for months thinking nothing was gonna come from it, but you guys really liked the snippet i shared so here it is.

if you were expecting a big confrontation between osamu's girlfriend and reader, sorry! my crybaby doesn't play that way but she does get her comeuppance 👀

also there wasn't going to be any smut in this fic but.......osamu's hot LOL

words: 3.8k

cw: fem!reader, insecurity, name-calling, fingering, jealousy, possessiveness, infidelity mention, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/ just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

You walked into the kitchen expecting to see Osamu with his head in the fridge as usual. Instead, you found something worse, his girlfriend leaning on the counter. A scowl on her face as soon as she locks eyes with you. It’s the first time you’ve ever been alone with her, without Osamu there to make a mean comment at your expense that makes her laugh sweetly, “Baby, you’re being so rude!” she’d say in her shrill voice.

But there’s none of that in her face at the moment. She crosses her arms, eyebrows furrowed as she gets a good look at you. “Of course, you’re here too,” she says, attempting to grumble under her breath but it’s definitely loud enough for you to hear.

You don’t really want to know what she meant, mumbling an apology in her direction before trying to shuffle past her to the stairs. She’s quicker than you, though, blocking your path and almost tripping you in the process. “What the hell are you doing here?” She gets in your face, demanding an answer. It’s only when she’s so close that you take in how pretty she actually is: full, pouty lips, a high arch in her eyebrows, sharp cheekbones, a straight nose.

She didn’t look like the kind of girl Osamu dated, but you figured that wasn’t a fair assumption for you to make. You didn’t really know what kind of girls Osamu liked. Whenever his brother brought the topic up, it usually ended with a punch to the gut.

“Atsumu and I have plans,” you said, hoping she’d leave you alone. She purses her lips, seemingly not satisfied with your response. “Could you—”

“Do you not have friends of your own? You’re always tagging along with the twins, aren’t you embarrassed?” her features twist into a smile, one of ridicule. You’re not sure how to respond, mouth clamping up as you hope for someone to come downstairs and save you. But you’re not that lucky and your silence only pisses her off even more. “Not even going to defend yourself? Samu’s right, you’re hopeless!”

Hopeless? Had Osamu said that about you? He’s said worse things to your face, sure, but never once did you think he spoke about you behind your back. Did he talk about you to her? Complain about you? Of course, you weren’t his favorite person in the world but did he actually feel that way?

You could feel your stomach churning, a bitter taste bubbling in the back of your throat. You had to get out of there, but your legs wouldn’t move. “Oh, didn’t like what I had to say?” she must have noticed your reaction, feeding off your palpable anxiety. “Both of them feel that way, you know. They only really hang out with you because your mothers are good friends. You think they would give you the time of day if they had a choice?”

Atsumu too? No, that couldn’t be true. He’s always been your best friend. Yeah, your moms were close and it was easy to go to their house after school while your parents were working, but Atsumu’s smile always grew wide whenever you walked through the door. Surely all of that had been genuine?

“That’s a lie…” you mumble, wishing for once you could find the strength to stick up for yourself. This doesn’t feel the same as when Osamu teases you, that’s something you can navigate. This is uncharted territory. Never has anyone else been so callous towards you. Usually because one of the boys was there to step in—Atsumu to offer a kind word and Osamu to throw a punch or two.

But maybe that was the problem. Maybe they didn’t want to waste their time saving you anymore.

“Please, do you think they’d say it to your face? To the crybaby that lives next door? They don’t want to hurt your feelings but someone needs to give you a reality check.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” you snap back, feeling the tightness in your chest. Even when Osamu was giving you his worst, he never made you feel so small.

She laughs humorlessly, taking a step forward into your personal space and leaning down. It feels so humiliating. “I know enough,” she claims. “Every time I’m with my boyfriend, he never shuts up about you. What makes you so damn special? Maybe he wouldn’t bitch about you so much if you just fucked off and found friends of your own.”

You wanted to tell her it wasn’t true. That you knew more about the twins than she did, but all the energy you had left disappeared. And, in turn, her words started playing in your head over and over. Maybe it was true. Maybe your friendship with the twins had run its course—or rather your friendship with one of them did. Osamu had never been your friend before, had he?

Right on cue, the tears started running down your face. You could imagine how red and distorted your face had become, your nose becoming runny and mouth growing dry. You’re rushing out of the room before she could say anything else, running towards your house and slamming the door behind you. 

It’s only when you’re finally alone that you allow your sobs to get loud, to feel all your insecurities pouring out into the open. And it’s just so pitiful that your first reaction is to run to Atsumu and point out the person who made you feel this way. What’s most surprising is that, for once, it wasn’t his brother who was at fault. Not even Osamu could make you cry this much.

Your phone starts buzzing every few seconds and through tears, you read out the notifications on the screen.

From: ☀️tsumu☀️: did ya get here yet?

From: ☀️tsumu☀️: thought i heard the front door..

You want to reach out to him, to both of them. But you can’t even bother with a reply. Instead, you turn your phone off, and let your tears flow some more.

You’ve never avoided both of the twins before, but you couldn’t face them after that conversation. It was hard at first, having both of the boys blow up your phone for most of the day was pretty normal. The three of you were always together, whether at each other’s houses, going out, or running errands together. If that wasn’t the case, you’d be on the phone with one of them, usually Atsumu, for hours.

But for the first time, you haven’t been giving either of them your attention—you turned off notifications on your phone, started waking up an hour earlier so you wouldn’t have to walk with them, and you told your parents not to answer their calls.

“Did you get into a fight?” your mother had said. “What did Osamu do this time?” But you didn’t really have an explanation, the real story being far more embarrassing than anything else. 

At school, it was harder to steer clear of them. You didn’t share many classes but you ended up moving your seat in the few you did, ducking out of the room as soon as the bell rang to avoid having to talk to them. Thankfully, volleyball kept them busy and limited your interactions.

There was one incident in the cafeteria where you nearly broke your-self isolation.

It was easy for Atsumu to find you in a crowded room, locking eyes with you across the cafeteria. The boys were there with Suna and Ginjima talking amongst themselves and being rowdy as usual. Atsumu waved in your direction, beckoning for you to sit with them and you nearly did. Until you saw her cuddled up to Osamu’s side, a disapproving look on her face.

Osamu’s face didn’t look that pleasant either. “Maybe he wouldn’t bitch about you so much if you just fucked off and found friends of your own…”

Suddenly feeling nauseous, you turned your back on the table. Grabbing your food, you make your way towards the roof and eat there. You could usually be alone up there, without being a bother to anyone else.

“Did Osamu do something to you?” Suna asked one day when you were in the library. It was safe to study there—the boys had been banned in their first year after one too many fights. Suna sat across from you, an unreadable look on his face as he watched you take notes. “You haven’t come to practice in a week.”

You figured there was no use in avoiding him and continued to keep doing work. “Why does everyone think he did something?”

“Something had to have happened. Tweedledee and Tweedledum said you haven’t spoken to them in a while,” he leans back in his chair with his feet up on the table. Even during the worst moments with Osamu, you’d still end up getting dragged to practice somehow. “They’ve been fighting a lot more than usual. Kinda annoying, honestly…”

That didn’t do much to quell your anxiety. It was always nasty when the boys fought but the idea of sitting in the bleachers with her after what she said made you queasy. Maybe it had nothing to do with you. The twins fighting wasn’t out of the ordinary, what made you so special?

“I’m really busy with school, okay?” you motion towards the mess of papers on the table you’re working at. But Suna looks unconvinced, probably thinking back to all the times you’ve either done homework or studied while watching the team practice. “Just don’t tell them that you spoke to me, please?” 

One thing you love about Suna is that he doesn’t pry. If you’re not ready to talk about something, he’ll hold off on asking questions. “Fine,” he sighs, getting up. “Whatever it is, I’m sure you’ve got it figured out. But do something quick, ‘cause I don’t know how much patience Kita has left.”

You can’t explain the uneasiness in your gut while watching Suna leave the room. He was wrong, you didn’t have it figured out. There wasn’t a plan or an end goal in mind. But you couldn’t face the boys just yet. And, honestly, whatever was going on would figure itself out with or without you.

“No, no, no, no…” you groan to yourself fishing through your backpack for the tenth time, hoping your keys would somehow magically appear. There was a torrential downpour outside and your parents weren’t home or answering their phones. Like an idiot, you forgot your keys and certainly didn’t have an umbrella, your soaked uniform sticking to you, your body freezing and shivering.

The only people who had spare keys were the twins and their mother. “For emergencies,” said your own mother so long ago but they were never actually used for emergencies. All too often, the boys would barge into your home for snacks or drinks, but mostly for you. They’d pluck you from your bedroom—it didn’t matter if you were studying or sleeping, really—and drag you back to their house to watch a movie or settle an argument.

You asked your mother to tell them you weren't home or hid out in the library until it was too late for them to show up at your front door. But now, you were royally fucked and were running out of options. “Please be here…” you cried, wishing for your keys to end up in your hand.

“Are ya stupid? Yer gonna catch yer fuckin’ death out here!” It wasn’t hard to figure out who the voice belonged to. Osamu stormed to the front of your house, pissed off as he shoved you under his umbrella. “The fuck ya standin’ here for? Yer practically blue!”

You didn’t have the energy to argue or come up with some excuse to distance yourself from him. Not when your crybaby tears were threatening to come back again. “I don’t have my keys,” you sobbed, feeling cold and pathetic.

Osamu grabs you by the sleeve and hauled you next door to his house, cursing with every wet stomp of his feet. You’re pushed through the front entrance, already forming a puddle on the floor. The shoes by the door let you know their mother isn’t home either.

“Dude! Ya were right behind me, what took ya so long—” Atsumu stops dead in his tracks when he spots you, an unreadable emotion on his face but he’s quick to go into protective mode, running towards you and his brother. “What—”

“She forgot her fuckin’ keys,” Osamu grouches, sticking the umbrella in a stand near the door. He turns to you, looking as if he wants to bite your head off. “Go upstairs and take a hot shower. We’ll get ya clean clothes.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed?” her words are in your head again. The twins need to take care of you yet again because you’re too stupid to remember to carry a fucking key. “I just need my—”

“I don’t remember askin’ ya,” Osamu says, pushing you in the direction of their bathroom. “Go.” Your eyes flick to Atsumu but he’s in agreement with his twin. Embarrassed, you start heading upstairs, wishing for all of this to be over.

The boys left clean clothes for you outside the bathroom door after your shower. As expected, the shirt and pajama bottoms were much bigger, completely drowning you. Your wet clothes were thrown in the laundry room to be washed and dried. You’re too nervous to go into the living room and face them, but hiding upstairs would only make the situation worse.

You decide to just rip the band-aid. 

Wringing the rest of the water with your towel, you walk in to see the boys talking amongst themselves. They stop when you enter the room, Atsumu looking apologetic as he leaves room on the couch for you to sit. A cup of tea sits on the coffee table, likely made by Osamu and you’re certain his anger would only get worse if you refuse.

It doesn’t take very long for Osamu to start interrogating you as soon as you sit down. “Why the fuck didn’t ya come here sooner?” he stands in front of you and his brother, grey eyes shooting daggers at yours. 

“I thought I had them,” you lied, letting the cup warm your still cold hands. “I just didn’t want to bother you.”

“But why would ya think yer a bother?” This time Atsumu spoke, his hand reaching out to rub your shoulder. You appreciated the extra warmth. “Better yet, where have ya been lately? Ya stopped talkin’ to us out of nowhere.” You don’t miss the way his eyes glance over at Osamu. He probably thinks it’s his fault too.

“You think they would give you the time of day if they had a choice?” You’re so fed up at this point that her name falls from your mouth before you could stop yourself. Osamu quirks his brow, probably wondering what she has to do with any of this.

So you tell them—You mention all the nasty things she said to you, the cruel looks she’d shoot your way at school, and how you felt too stupid to tell them because a part of you really wondered if it was true. By the time you’re done, there are a few stray tears running down your face that you didn’t notice at first. A frustrated crybaby to the very end, you’re nothing if not consistent.

They’re both angry now, eyes locked with one another. “Did ya know about this?” Atsumu’s tone was accusatory.

“Of course I fuckin’ didn’t, why didn’t ya tell me?” Osamu asked, looking at you, but his brother is quick to come to your defense.

“It doesn’t matter when she told us, what matters is that it was yer girlfriend that said that shit to her.” He snaps, pulling you closer to his frame to soothe you. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Osamu, tongue poking his cheek. “What’re ya gonna do about it, Samu?”

The younger twin rolls his eyes takes a deep breath and walks out the room, choosing not to start a yelling match for once. Once you are alone, Atsumu wraps you in his arms for a hug.  “Please don’t disappear like that on us again,” he says, refusing to let go. “I won’t be so nice next time.” You can hear the dumb grin on his face. You’ve missed him, both of them. Atsumu makes sure you finish the rest of your tea before walking off to set up the futon for you—he suggested you spend the night and didn’t take no for an answer. 

You’re folding your uniform a few hours later after taking it out of the dryer. It should probably be ironed before you could wear it again but, thankfully, there’s no school tomorrow. While you’re there, you decide to fold the rest of the clean clothes there as well, knowing the boys’ mother would appreciate it.

 The sweet silence was broken with Osamu’s heavy steps coming downstairs, screaming into his phone, unaware that you’re also in the room. “I don’t wanna hear it and don’t even think about comin’ here and gettin’ yer shit,” From all the years of knowing him, you’ve never heard his voice get like that. Even when he and Atsumu were fighting and he’s certainly never yelled at you like that.

“Get one of yer stupid friends to pick it up from Atsumu or Suna or I’m throwin’ it the fuck out. I’m blockin’ yer ass after that. Fuck off.” He hangs up without another word and that’s when he catches you kneeling in front of the dryer with piles of folded clothes. His face doesn’t soften as he gets down on your level, eyes scanning your form. “That’s Tsumu’s shirt…”

Staring down at the much too big shirt, you now realize that he’s right. You hadn’t really considered which of their shirts the boys gave since you were more concerned with having warm clothes than anything else. “I just grabbed whatever was there—” Osamu’s quick movements take you by surprise. Next thing you know, he has you pinned to the floor, hovering over you. It rattles you at first, but Osamu’s always been known to push you around whenever he felt like it. “Samu—”

“Don’t keep secrets from me. Ya should’ve told me as soon as she said that shit.” His knee is between your legs and you wonder if his intentions are pure. All of your clothes were soaked from the storm and all Osamu had to do to get to your more intimate parts was wander his hands just slightly underneath your shirt. It had been a while since he did anything like that. Osamu was loyal to the girls he dated. At least you think. So many times he’s trapped you for a quick kiss when nobody else was in the room, it’s possible that you had overlapped with his relationships a few times. 

Maybe that’s why she hated you so much.

“If any of that bullshit was true,” Osamu continues, noticing the apprehension on your face. “I wouldn’t put up with yer sensitive ass.” 

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, fingers twisting between the fabric of your shirt. You felt stupid, letting your own insecurities and her words get to your head when you know none of them to be true. With all the years you’ve known them, you should have given the boys more credit. “I missed you.”

Finally, Osamu’s face relaxes. At this point, you wonder if he was actually upset with you this whole time, or with himself since it was his ex-girlfriend who had said caused all this. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s overwhelming, like all his kisses and it feels wrong to be so close just moments after he broke up with her, but it doesn’t stop you from deepening it.

“Such a pretty little crybaby, don’t know why I even bother with anyone else,” his voice is thick while his hands tug at your clothes. “Take this off. I’ll give ya my shirt in a bit, just lemme see ya.”

The sensation of your breasts being exposed to the cold laundry room to Osamu’s warm mouth wrapping itself around your nipple. A sharp whine leaves your lips but you stifle it, remembering that Atsumu is still upstairs. Osamu bites down on the sensitive bud, as one of his hands reaches past the sweats you had on, groaning when he realizes you aren’t wearing underwear.

Two of Osamu’s fingers plunge into your cunt without warning. It gets harder and harder to muffle your noises, eyes welling up with tears. “Wanna hear yer pretty noises, dummy. Been hidin’ from me too fuckin’ long. I deserve ‘em,” he growls, biting down hard on your breast just to force a high-pitched cry from you.

You pray that Atsumu is in his room. The thought of anyone seeing you in such a compromising position—half-naked and humping against Osamu’s hand—would be so humiliating but it has you whining and moaning even more.

“Can feel yer pussy clenchin’ around my fingers. Gonna make ya cum on the fuckin’ floor like a slut,” You can hear how wet you are, juices flowing down Osamu’s hand and it’s becoming too much. His thumb circles your clit as his fingers speed up. You pull him in for a kiss, burying your cries into his mouth. “Cum fer me, stupid girl. Missed this pretty pussy, need ya to cum.”

By the time he adds a third finger, you’re already too far gone. With a final, exasperated sob, you cum around Osamu’s hand. He stares, mesmerized by how sensitive your cunt is when he pulls his fingers out, your essence catching the light. 

Your brain is too fuzzy to notice Osamu wiping his hand with Atsumu’s shirt, too busy trying to stop your legs from twitching. “Samu…”

“Don’t start yer whinin’, I’ll clean ya up,” he warns, grabbing a clean t-shirt to put on you. It’s one of his, of course. “Much better.”

“Don’t mind her, y/n,” Suna says after following your line of vision. The two of you were sitting at your regular lunch table a few days later when you felt someone staring daggers at you. Sure enough, there was Osamu’s ex looking back. Her usually pretty face now red and puffy. As horrible as she was, you still feel bad.

“Don’t mind who?” Atsumu asks as he and his brother join you after getting their food. Osamu feels your body tense up and is swift to see the reason why. Watching his eyes meet with hers brings back that unpleasant sinking feeling in your stomach for some reason.

But Osamu is quick to look away, an arm wrapping around his waist as he offers you some of his food. You sneak a brief glance back at her, just in time to see her storm out of the cafeteria.

It shouldn’t make you smile, but it does.

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[admiringlove]

[18:32] . . .

"he loses his voice when he yells too much," you mumble. the memories of you taking care of him after stupid fights making you smile—it's a sad smile, and osamu can't help but feel sympathetic for you. the two of you sit on a bench at the park; you're mindlessly staring ahead of you as osamu looks at you with glassy eyes. maybe you're looking at the playing children. or at the sun slowly beginning to set. or the little particles becoming visible by the tyndall effect. you don't know.

"oh, and he also ends up getting sick if he stays up past two in the morning," you chuckle now, the time when you'd called him at midnight flashing before your eyes. your boyfriend's voice was soft that night, as he listened to you ramble and then did the same thing himself. it was around two-thirty when the two of you ended the call and went to bed, and the next day, he passed out next to you in math class.

"and whenever he walks home with me, we usually end up getting strawberry icecream or cream puffs," your eyes blink softly, to stop the tears from flowing. you're successful in doing so, and your mind takes you back to the time when you forced the boy into the convenience store at the end of your neighborhood. he was talking about how he needs to get home or his mother will give osamu all the soup and the fatty tuna. he stayed with you anyway, eating ice-cream from a small cup in his hands as the two of you laughed about nothing and everything at the same time.

"and he doesn't like that onigiri you make with chicken. he hates it but he says he doesn't wanna hurt you," a glum blush takes over your cheeks, "he cares about you a lot, even though he doesn't show it. but you probably know that already."

you remember atsumu complaining about the chicken tasting weird with the rice, but he'd continued eating the snack that osamu had dropped off anyway. when you'd asked why, he'd reply with, "because 'samu made it. fer me."

"ya know you don't gotta to do this, right? he's stupid, he'll come around eventually," osamu croaks, his voice cracking at the end. you give the grey-haired twin a melancholic smile in return, "don't really have a choice anymore, 'samu. my dad got a job in tokyo, and i got into the uni there. i can't stay even if i want to."

osamu shakes his head, tears escaping his eyes like a dam finally breaking through. he's had enough. he can't have his best friend leave him, and he knows it's selfish to think that way, but he couldn't help himself. not only were you his best friend, you were also atsumu's everything. and you couldn't just leave without telling him, that would be unfair on many different levels.

"he's an idiot for sayin' all that shit to ya, but c'mon. you can't just leave like this without tellin' him," osamu reasons, "'s not fair to him. just because he hurt you, doesn't give ya the excuse ta just up and leave like this."

"'samu," you whisper, "even if i tell him, it'll be all for nothing. you know my train is tomorrow."

"you suck, ya know that?" the boy only looms down at his lap, his voice becoming quieter. you chuckle, closing the distance between the two of you as you rest your head on his shoulder, "i love ya, though. i'll miss ya."

"aww," you giggle, "you finally admit it."

"stupid 'tsumu loves ya more," he mumbled under his breath, "yer like a sibling to me but yer the love of his life."

"i know," you whisper, "and i'm sorry."

"both of you are so, so stupid."

"i know," you chuckle, "and i'm so, so sorry."

and the sun finally goes down.

part two | part three.

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[wet-from-water-water-from-wet]

1. samus is not very healthy mentally I would think. some of the major bad events in the metroid series happen as a direct consequence of her actions, at least in the short term (e.g. she doesn't kill the baby metroid in metroid 2 which causes super metroid to happen) and she's smart enough to feel guilty about that but not smart enough to understand that she did what felt right at the time and that she couldn't have predicted what happened. she feels particularly upset about the baby metroid because it represents emotions getting in the way of her completing the mission, "if I had just done what I was supposed to none of this would have happened." she doesn't like to feel emotions much and is very unhappy when she doesn't have some righteous vengeance to enact in the form of an extermination mission. essentially she tries to behave like a robot with a single goal, which is where she derives a lot of her fearless and powerful persona from. but this sucks and it makes her unhappy. she does all this bounty hunting stuff because she feels she is the only one capable, not because it makes her happy.

so what would fix her? a girlfriend, obviously. what she needs are emotions strong enough that they can supersede her desire to be alone and sad. it wouldn't happen quickly, she obviously wouldn't be looking for a relationship so she's not gonna be flirting and she wouldn't take very kindly to being flirted with. if she develops romantic feelings it would be the kind where she doesn't even know it's happening before it's too late and it hits her all at once. her girlfriend would not be big and strong like her, she'd be by comparison rather small and with simpler ambitions, and samus's fascination with her macroscopically simple and yet microscopically complex nature is what draws her in.

and then after all that romance stuff, something happens to her. something that necessitates that samus go after her and save her. this makes her realize that she would blow up heaven and earth for this girl, and where before she was driven by a hollow sense of duty filled with vengeance, this time she's driven by the capital H Hatred that comes with people taking away the only thing she's ever really cared about. that's part of what I mean by "signalis shit," lesbian revenge. this is also where the actual metroid video game gameplay takes place

actually heres exactly how I think the story would go. the galactic federation, for whom samus works, needs samus to get like. anything done, and believes that her involvement with this girl is making her weaker. the federation then kidnaps samus's girlfriend, then tells samus that a group of space pirates have taken hostage a number of civilians, the plan being that samus takes care of their space pirate problem in her usual explosive manner, they kill execute her girlfriend and plant her dead body among the wreckage and say she was executed by the space pirates. this then gives samus an undying hatred for space pirates and makes her the perfect tool the federation wants. however, samus catches on, aided by the abilities she gains from all her metroiding that the federation couldn't have accounted for, and before the last stage of the federation's plan can go into effect, she defects and goes directly to federation HQ to deal with the problem. they're in full high alert about this because they already know what's coming but in the end they can't do anything to stop her. the final chapter of the game then takes place in the federation HQ as samus absolutely wrecks their shit in hyper beam mode or some equivalent. Samus takes hostage some high ranking official and demands to know where her girlfriend is before rescuing her, and then giving the player a choice whether or not to kill the federation guy. samus then flies off into space and goes into hiding with her girlfriend on some remote planet. the game would end with an ominous screen reading "SAMUS ARAN: CRIMINAL | CLASSIFICATION: SPACE PIRATE" or something along those lines, neatly tying up the recurring motif of samus becoming everything she's wanted to destroy.

2. metroid has had a theme of samus's physiology being altered and made more alien, and I think it would be really neat if they dug a little deeper into that and made things fleshier. give samus less technology-oriented upgrades and more organic ones, if metroid sucking the EMMIs upgrades her suit's abilities, she should be able to absorb big organic bosses and take their abilities, but into her organic physical form and not her suit. make these abilities very visibly and physically alter her, and make environments more uncomfortably fleshy to match.

3. I don't know how they would do it but if metroid had some bizarre nonliteral storytelling that would kick ass I think

in an ideal world they'd be doing some signalis shit to samus I think

[heich0e]

Liv I’ve been thinking about samu.

He comes home from work. Tired, over worked but proud that he’s doing well. You’re waiting up for him and he realises he hasn’t fucked you in days. Too tired to even strip out of his clothes, you just end up grinding on him and both of you just cum together like that.

LIV I NEED HIM

18+ MDNI

Samu sitting on the couch in your apartment after another long day. His t-shirt is riding up his tummy because of the way you've got it fisted between both hands while you brace yourself on his chest and drag your hips against his in a slow, slowwww desperate grind.

He's got hat hair--the dark strands flattened in a ring just above his ears all the way around the circumference of his head--and you can still see the little indentations on the side of his nose from the glasses he pretends he doesn't wear that he keeps in his office for when he does admin every night. His mouth is hot on yours, breaths panting against your slick lips as the two of you rut against each other urgently.

He's too tired to fuck you properly, and a better man might even feel a bit pathetic for how quickly you've managed to bring him to the brink of cumming in his pants. But he's not a better man, he's your man, and he likes you like this--taking control, taking care of him, holding yourself up over him and setting the pace as you bring both of you to the edge. He murmurs praise against your mouth, throat, and jaw as his lips work to taste every part of you within reach.

His hands are on your hips, heavy and familiar, following the movements but never rushing you. He lets you take whatever you need from him and give him everything he wants all at the same time.

"Baby," he grunts on a particularly rough roll of your hips into his, his fingertips gripping into the give of your waist. He speaks the words right into your open mouth, lips brushing as he bites back a moan. "Not gonna last. Y'feel too good."

"Okay," you're breathless in your reply, your hips subtly picking up speed. Your hands tangle in his hair, tipping his head back so he has no choice but to look at you, though his eyes are half-lidded--in pleasure as much as in exhaustion. He keens a little as your grip on his hair tightens, and you dip down to press a suspiciously chaste kiss to his lips. "Show me how good I make you feel then, Samu."

[erenisms]

haikyuu boys reacting to you asking them to come with you in a concert

> ft. miya, tsukishima, sugawara, kuroo, ushijima, oikawa, iwaizumi

im planning to write a part 2 to this where they're in the actual concert but idk yet

♡ atsumu

“it's a date!”

“it's not a date, atsumu.”

“i knew you like me, too! what should i wear?”

“atsumu, it's really not a date— wait, ‘too’?”

“what kind of concert is it? is it orchestral? orchestras are romantic, right?”

“atsumu, please—”

you had to sit him down and explain that osamu wasn't available on the scheduled date

and that no, it's not an orchestra

samu just told you that he likes monsta x, too

slightly sulks inwardly when he found out he wasn't the first choice

but on the brighter side, he still gets to go on a not-date with you!

relieved that you didn't know he only listens to mx only because you listen to mx

brags about it to osamu

later finds out that his twin set him up

you have no choice anymore, it's a date

♡ kei

“no.”

“please? they're a good band!”

“i don't want your bad taste in music to ruin my eardru—”

“it's one ok rock.”

“fuck.”

wasn't actually going to deny your invitation

he just doesn't want to seem to eager, yknow?

and then he heard ‘one ok rock’ and his mind went brr

to be fair, it could be oli london's concert and he'll still go if it's with you

but going to the concert of a band he likes with the person he likes?

kei would be a fool to say no

♡ koushi

“really? you want me to go with you?”

“of course!”

“sure, i'd love to! when and what time is it?”

“three weeks from now, 6 pm—”

“what type of seats do we have? how long is it gonna be? we have to bring water and snacks! wait, are those even allowed?”

“koushi, calm down—”

“do they have shirts?! what merch should we bring?! actually, what merch should we buy?!”

he's prepared to overprepare

but doesn't know ateez

so he asks you song recommendations

then their names

and then their discography

buys a lightiny

steals your bias

manages to become as much of a fan as you are in three weeks

♡ tetsurou

“no way...”

“eh? you don't wanna go with me? but it's resonance!”

“what? no— wait, yes— oh my god, that's not what i meant.”

“dude, breath.”

“i mean, i obviously i'd love to go with you but—” /whips out v.i.p tickets of the same concert/

e x c i t e d, couldn't help but grin all day

you both have always liked nct

feels so giddy that you thought of him

he was planning to ask you first!

you two decided to sell your tickets cause he's got v.i.p's lol

you used it to buy concert shirts

♡ wakatoshi

“...”

“...uhh, is that a no?”

“i'm not sure if i'm a good company for things like this.”

“that's okay! don't worry, you don't have to force yourself if you don't want to. i can just ask—”

“no, i'll go with you.”

“really?!”

“are they the band who sang end of spring?

“yes, they are!”

hella confused

but also hella flattered

because you?? want?? him?? to go?? with you??

searches the band immediately so he can relate

tries to memorize their whole discography

fails to memorize their whole discography

makes it a reason to call you

he just wants to know more about onewe, okay?

totally not about you

♡ tooru

“are you finally asking me out~?”

“i just have a spare ticket, i didn't think i'd win a giveaway.”

“excuses, excuses~ i can't believe you beat me to it!”

“fine, i'll just ask iwa instead.”

“wait, no! don't go! i wanna see day6!”

shocked but he's gotta hide it

he doesn't want to seem like a middle-schooler with a crush, okay?

still manages to seem like a middle-schooler with a crush

super excited, not only to hang out with you, but to see jae, too

probably screams on his pillows later

♡ hajime

“hah?”

“concert, hajime. you and me. we watch.”

“i know what i heard!”

“you looked like you didn't.”

“just— are you sure you want me to go with you?”

“absolutely! why else would i ask you?”

a little flustered and shy but is super HAPPY

feels stupid because a part of him wants to think that it's a date

has no knowledge about stray kids except a few japanese songs so he asks oikawa

gets teased that what if it is, in fact, a date

now he's overthinking if it really is a date??!?!!!?

memorizes a few of their songs so he can sing along

also to impress you

mostly to impress you

that, and he thinks the changbin guy is cool

requests are open<3

- love, zari