#and look it'll probably get better as i adjust to the new school and all that

[apostateoverrubies]

It's so funny how my father is pro corporal punishment since he believes the lack of it is why there seems to be a rise in bad behavior amongst minors.

But as I look back on the stories he told about his childhood, it only emboldened my current beliefs of how it's ineffective and harmful.

My father got beat as a kid, and guess what? He didn't improve because of it. I've heard stories about he and his brother fighting other boys, I hear stories about how lazy he was, and I hear stories about him being a disrespectful and ungrateful little shit.

He got beat a lot as a kid, even over things that weren't his fault. And while he has convinced himself that it made him better. In reality, it made him worse.

Like a lot of boomers, he is very aggressive at best and violent at worst. He thinks he is entitled to good behavior he never learned himself and won't show other people in return. He is repeating the cycle of abuse because not once did he question the way he was bought up.

But the most ironic part of all is that a lot boomers like him still grew up spoiled. And it's not just shit like throwing a tantrum at a Starbucks because they have to wait either.

Their parents made sure that they had what was best so they could have a secure future. But boomers are apparently the first generation whose children are living worse off than them, and it has led to a ripple effect where even the generations after are suffering from their selfishness.

But God forbid they actually take accountability for that. Oh no. It's everyone else's fault. It's us, their children and grandchildren, who are the selfish ones. Whatever happened to the good old days, am I right?

But that tangent aside, it made me realize that violence and bad behavior in school is nothing new. That has always been a problem. Schools just can't hide it anymore because children now have phones with them and they record this shit.

I remember a lot of horrible things that happened in primary and secondary school, stuff that would've made the news. But the schools managed to hide it.

They always have been, and they're successful too because they've managed to convince the public that it's a growing problem and not one that's been there for a while.

So, of course, people like my father are convinced that this is the result of corporal punishment being banned in schools.

But corporal punishment didn't help then, and it wouldn't help now. Since the fucking 15th century, people have been reexamining how we raise children, realizing that certain ways they're brought up can harm them.

People aren't mindlessly saying we shouldn't beat kids. They looked into it and realized it wasn't helping. Not to mention, they offer much better alternatives.

It should be common knowledge at this point how harmful corporal punishment is. Even to this day, we get studies proving that it's ineffective at best and outright harmful at worse.

But people like my father don't know that. They will mindlessly believe stuff like the Bible that outright say that beating children is good because it'll help mold them into well-adjusted adults. Yeah, let's ignore the fact that this thing is thousands of years old, we don't know the actual author, and they probably never dealt with a child or should've never been trusted with them to begin with.

I am not going to follow some old ass back. I am going to the fucking professionals and learning my shit because kids deserve better and we've been doing them wrong for long enough.

[chipped-chimera]

Hey fishblr, so I've determined I think I have an outbreak of ich - in my introduced tetra. Not entirely sure it's 'stress ich' or ich that gained hold BECAUSE of stress - the spots are slowly increasing in some of the fish but it did not start in the gills like typical ich: I don't see any frequently going for oxygen at the surface.

I've read about running the tank at a warmer temp like 30°C/86°F, but I have a L183 Starlight Bristlenose in there (she's fine, far as I can tell, don't see any 'itchy' behaviour. Also she's covered in spots anyway so it'd be hard to tell) - although I've seen temp values vary wildly, highest I've seen is 28°C/82°F so I am not comfortable running the tank that hot, even for two weeks.

If I do treat it, it'll be the whole tank given the Pleco was sharing the same tank AS these tetra in the first place, just bought a week-ish apart. Problem is this tank also contains Ninja Shrimp and a lot of plants that I don't want to kill. They're just getting established.

Points for it being 'Stress Ich' (if that's real, hard to tell based on my cursory search): Behaviour wise the fish are fine now. Better than fine actually, they've adjusted super fast to the new tank, all out exploring and not always schooling so they clearly feel comfortable (which given they're green neons and everything says they're shy - real good actually). All energetic, not lethargic and probably wouldn't be able to tell they had ich without looking closely at them. Tank also seems bombproof stable with the amount of plants I have, and I have a external temp controlled thermostat monitoring the tank temp along with the internal thermostat of the heater itself so it's running at a constant 25-26°C/77-78°F (switches on at the lower end, shuts off at the upper, and it's a very slow heater on purpose).

Honestly I think they're just happy to be in a tank 3-4 times bigger than the display shoebox they were in with no cover at all. They have a jungle now with lots of microfauna and biofilm to pick at. So it's likely stress of netting/transition. I have been doing tank maint daily, but it's very sparing and I move slow - more to get them used to me messing around in there. Yesterday they followed around my cleaning magnet so I think they're not too fussed.

So uh ... treatment suggestions? I live in Australia btw so some products might not be available for me.

[eriquin]

The Prophetic D&D Game, Part 5

Since ao3 is down and I'm bored, I might as well post the next part of this, too. I figured out where it's going but it'll take a while to get there.

(master post)

Part 5:

It was a full month later before they had a player miss a Hellfire meeting. Jeff had an orthodontist appointment after school, getting his new braces adjusted, and wouldn’t be able to make it. So Eddie put away his Cult of Vecna notes and set out the character sheets for the mystery game instead.

“Looks like we’ll be delving deeper into the murder of Lady Grace,” he said. “I leave it up to you all. Do you wish to continue playing the characters you played before, or trade around for new ones. Maybe give Grant a chance to read through them all?”

“No way,” Mike said, grabbing at Joe’s character sheet. “It’s paladin time.” 

“Dude, you were just saying how he’s the worst paladin,” said Dustin.

“The worst paladin is still better than the best bard,” Mike said. “Oh, look at me. I’m so special. I’ve got a little lute and druid spells.” 

Dustin whipped off his hat and smacked Mike with it. Gareth had to put himself between the two of them and use his elbows to keep them apart. 

Eddie leaned back in his throne and grinned at the chaos. “I take it you’re going to continue to play Maya, Gare-bear?” he asked.

“Yeah, probably,” Gareth said. He got an evil grin on his face. “Unless you have a character sheet for Quinn hiding back there.” 

The smile disappeared from Eddie’s face. “No,” he said flatly.

“Aww, don’t want anyone playing your little Marty Stu?” Gareth teased. 

“What’s a Marty Stu?” Lucas asked. He was looking between the character sheets for Sadie and Caleb, with Grant leaning over his shoulder to read them as well. 

“It’s a Star Trek thing,” Dustin said with a pile of false confidence. “But it’s called a Mary Sue, see—” 

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie put his head in his hands. “Henderson, stop talking. All of you, pick some characters. Quinn is not playable. Gareth, if I hear the joke that I know you’re about to make come out of your mouth, I will eat your favorite D20. I think we all know how that will end.” 

Gareth gasped and snatched up the speckled green and black die from the table, clutching it to his hard. “Not Miss Jade the Faithful! You wouldn’t.” 

“You told me to get better threats. I have. Maybe I won’t eat her. Maybe I’ll just chew on her for a while.” 

While Gareth cradled his die protectively and Eddie made disgusting pretend eating noises at him, the rest of them picked out character sheets. Dustin and Lucas both decided to stick with their characters from the previous run, and Grant wanted to try playing Natalia. 

“Great,” Eddie said. “Let’s get started. First things first, we left off with Quinn agreeing to help you figure out who killed Lady Grace. But there’s the downside of him being actively hunted by the town guard. What do you do?” 

The players, minus Grant, had a quick discussion. “The alchemist’s house is still safe, right?” Dustin asked. “I mean, Caleb and Joe both made sure to clear out the guard’s records about it, didn’t they?” 

“They think they did,” Eddie said. He grinned. “Do you trust that it worked?” 

The freshmen looked alarmed at this information, but Gareth rolled his eyes. He leaned over to whisper something to Mike, and then to Dustin, and then gestured for Dustin to tell it to Lucas. After their game of telephone, they all looked at each other and nodded. Dustin spoke up again. “We’re going to tell Quinn to stay here, where it’s safe, while we head back to town.” 

Eddie paused for a moment to let them get nervous, and then nodded. “All right, then. Moving on.” He steered them back towards town, and they decided among themselves to go back by a different gate. This was well within his plans, so he rolled some dice to pick which character noticed it first. “Dustin, as you get back to the city, Gaten is almost bowled over by a trio of guards on horseback. They don’t notice him at all—”

“Well, he is short,” Mike said. 

Eddie glared at him. Mike shrunk back and grimaced. Eddie continued his description of the scene. “They keep riding through the crowd towards the southern quarter.”

“Oh!” Dustin said. “Maybe they have a lead. We should follow them.” 

The rest of the party agreed, and Eddie led them through a series of backroads that dumped them out of the southern gate of the city. He passed a note to Grant, then described the scene. The guards were blocking all passage along the southern road and keeping the crowd back. The party could see Natalia, Grant's character, at the edge of the crowd. They quickly absorbed her into the group and found a quiet spot to catch up on everything. Grant had extra notes about what Natalia had been doing up to this point, and he filled the party in about what he’d witnessed. 

“We were investigating the murder of Lady Grace,” he said, “when Logan, the other ranger with me, disappeared. The guards found his body a few hours later.” 

“Why are the rangers investigating a murder?” Gareth asked. 

Grant barely blinked at this. “Professional interest,” he said flatly. 

“How come you didn’t track Logan down when he disappeared?” Gareth asked. “Isn’t that what rangers do?”

“How do you think I got here?” Grant said. He gestured with his hand as if they were standing there in person. “He’s on the main road outside the southern entrance to town. We were by the main wall of the thieves’ quarter, which is in the—” He snapped his fingers and glanced at Eddie, prompting him for a direction.

“In the east,” Eddie said.

“I tracked him through the eastern woods to get here. The guards just found him on the road.” Grant let a smug smile creep onto his face. “I know what I’m doing.” 

Gareth held his hands up in supplication. “Okay, I yield. Do you want to fill us in on what you found by tracking?” 

Grant looked at Eddie, who pulled out his stack of note cards. “Roll against your wis,” Eddie said as he started to write. Grant rolled well, and he wrote out a little more information than he’d planned. He passed it over to him and went back to watching the game unfold. 

[kivaember]

me succumbing to the desire to write some kid tao and koshimizu stuff and ofc since this is gonna be set in mortal gods, that means shun'ya's there... it'll give good context to their relationship at least...

me sitting here like god i kinda wish we had more reaction from koshimizu in vanilla smtv about tao dying bt hey that's why fic exists i guess. anyway. i love my raidou oc shun'ya.

teaser under the cut as per usual uwu

-

“You want me to babysit?”

“Bodyguard,” Tsukuyomi corrected mildly. “It’s a great honour.”

Shun’ya, Raidou’s apprentice, clearly didn’t seem to think so. His blue eyes were narrowed into a petulant glare, and his bottom lip was threatening to push out into a pout, rather than the very stern frown he was valiantly clinging onto. Well, not that his frown was all that intimidating to begin with. Just shy of eighteen, Shun’ya’s face was still cursed with lingering puppy fat, and combined with the smattering of freckles over his cheeks, and his dark, fluffy hair, he looked a few years younger than he actually was.

It meant his petulant sulk was more endearing than insulting. Probably why Raidou let him get away with far more than he should (not that Tsukuyomi wasn’t any less guilty of caving to Shun’ya’s wide blue eyes and fat-lipped pouts)…

“You want me to take Tao to the park and walk her to school,” Shun’ya accused. “I’m not sure what’s so honourably great about that.”

“Her status as ‘Saint’ means she is always a target for those who crave power.” Tsukuyomi clasped his hands together and let them rest atop of his desk as he leaned forwards in his seat. “You should know better than most, how vulnerable children with vast amounts of spiritual power are…”

It was a low blow. Shun’ya’s sulkiness instantly evaporated, his expression pained as his gaze lowered.

Tsukuyomi pressed the point. “I’ll remind you that it’s only been a few months since her rescue-”

“Kidnapping,” Shun’ya mumbled under his breath, too low for a human to hear. Tsukuyomi ignored it because, well, he was right. Technically.

“-and she isn’t acclimatising well to her new surroundings. Likely because she has nothing but angels and technicians to speak to.” Tsukuyomi’s tone turned a bit dry at the end. He knew first hand that they were not the most riveting or pleasant conversationalists. “It’s vital to a human’s development for them to socialise and go outside… and this arrangement is the compromise myself and Abdiel have reached.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” Shun’ya sighed. “I guess it’s something no one else can do around here.”

“Exactly.” Tsukuyomi punctuated the point with an encouraging nod. As a reward, he obligingly fluffed Shun’ya’s ego a little: “I would trust no other devil summoner - aside from Raidou himself, of course - to protect Tao from the dangers outside. You’re talented and capable for your age, bear enough similarity to her for the average human to assume familial links, and you’re uniquely equipped to understand the turmoil Tao is going through. You’ll not only safeguard her physically, but may be able to offer her emotional and mental support as well, which is important if she is to become well-adjusted.”

“I don’t think anyone will grow up well-adjusted in Bethel of all places,” Shun’ya deadpanned. “You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t grow up to be a freak.”

“She won’t grow up to be a freak,” Tsukuyomi said, though she was Amaterasu’s Knowledge, and his sister had her… quirks, that he politely turned a blind eye to. “You managed to grow up… mostly fine, didn’t you?”

Shun’ya scowled but didn’t rise to the low-hanging bait.

“I guess you already passed this by Raidou,” Shun’ya said rather than asked. The sulkiness was beginning to creep back in, but Tsukuyomi overlooked it. For all of his talent and training, Shun’ya was still a juvenile - albeit a lethally trained one. Some immaturity was to be expected.

And, more importantly, Tsukuyomi knew that while Shun’ya may view this ‘great honour’ beneath him, he’d give an exemplary performance as always. He was predictable in that he refused to embarrass Raidou in any way, and so long as that stick was hovering in his periphery he’ll do as he was told without fail.

Well, he’ll bark a bit before obeying, but Tsukuyomi didn’t mind it. Humans were a wilful species. It was a charm point.

[saving-ray-23]

BATGIRL (TEN)

Summer had arrived in Gotham. Although most days were still terribly grey, the weather warmed considerably, leaving Barbara hot inside of the Gordon house. Even with the fan in her room on high and all of her blankets tossed to the floor, she felt like she was boiling. Briefly, she wondered if some heat-themed meta had attacked Gotham, but the lack of news coverage just pointed towards global warming.

Barbara briefly thought that one of the many members of the Justice Leauge should take care of the whole melting-icecaps, save the turtles whatever that all the girls at her school seemed so riled up about. Or one of the Gotham Academy girls' rich parents.

But, that was all besides the point. At the end of the day, the weather didn't matter. A lot of things had changed in Gotham. Well, a lot of things had changed for Barbara.

As usual, the summer meant more activities than ever to occupy her time and keep her from dying of boredom. She upped Karate to three times a week, determined to get a black belt in her fourth form of martial arts by the end of the summer. Boxing class was every Saturday, a new form of fighting for Babs, but a useful one so far. She had started a Lacrosse summer league that didn't end for another month. That one was only four days out of the week, usually later in the day. It was alright, but the coach who usually ran the team was replaced by some new woman. Coach Yeoh.

Alysia Yeoh was in her twenties, a teacher at Gotham Preparatory, and as of two weeks ago, the girlfriend of James Gordon Jr.— Babara's cousin.

It was awkward, to say the least. Anytime that James picked up Babs, he also was getting her Lacrosse coach. The other girls thought she was getting special attention because of it, but if anything, it was the opposite. She pushed her harder and knew when she wasn't practicing outside of the team. Because, she was there every time James took all of them to dinner or dropped her at the house, just for her to go straight inside.

It was weird.

But, James seemed . . . pleased with the relationship. It was hard to get a read on James' emotions, but Barbara thought he was happy with her coach. So, she didn't say anything. She dealt.

It was getting easier to adjust as the days went on, anyways. She was still taking the supplements that James has prescribed and had already needed to refill the bottle. She felt better with them— stronger, clearer. It became easier to focus, easier to think rationally instead of emotionally. She didn't really understand it, but James said that they helped her brain as well as the rest of her somehow. Babs thought it was better to just go with it.

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Barbara stared at the invitation in disbelief. "A Halloween ball? But . . . it's June?"

"It's a costume ball, no holiday needed." Coach corrected, grinning at her cousin's side.

"I'm not sure," She began, looking up at the couple. "I have Karate that morning— "

"Come on, Barbie doll. It'll be fun." James joked, his voice light in that weird way it was anytime Coach Yeoh was around. "Free food, entertainment, booze— "

"She's sixteen." His girlfriend reminded with an eye roll. "But, free food and entertainment? Probably some boys for you to talk too— "

"Babara doesn't need to talk to boys." James interrupted, voice a bit cold. Nothing like when James talked to the Commissioner, but close to the angry tone Babs had been on the receiving end of more and more throughout the summer. Take your supplements Barbara, don't talk to that Wayne boy Barbara, that better not be weed I smell Barbara.

Coach Yeoh ducked her head, blush spreading over her cheeks. It did that any time she was embarrassed by something she had said. She was timid— more than either of the Gordon cousins ever had been. James could be cold, distant to most; Barbara on the other hand, only got quiet when she didn't want to talk to someone or didn't want to mess something up by speaking. It got worse after Bess . . . now, she was starting to feel more sure of herself. She felt more clear-headed and stronger than before. It was probably some placebo effect from the supplements she had been taking since her injury, but Barbara didn't want to stop feeling so good. Strong in ways she never felt before.

"They probably meant aunt Barbara— Barabara Eileen, I'm Barbara Lee." She decided, biting her lip.

"I think Lois Lane is going to be there," James said as Barbara sat stewing. "The Daily Planet is doing some article on it."

Babs snapped to attention, eyes going wide. Lois Lane was a Pulitzer winning journalist— she had written a piece on corruption in the east coast when Barbara was in middle school and ever since Babs had been just a little bit obsessed. Most of her school papers had at least one source that Lois Lane had written and for her fourteenth birthday, she got to go watch her get her third Pulitzer with James. While she, like every other Gotham kid, was a superfan for Batman— who would totally beat Superman in a fight —the people without capes were at times even cooler to Babs. To meet Lois Lane would simply be  . . . super.

The teen glanced back down at the invite. It would be at one of the buildings owned by Luthor Corps., something she knew Dick and his father hated for some inexplicable reason. So, hopefully, while she knew they went to most galas in Gotham, they would skip the costume party. And the invite was addressed to Barbara Gordon— if she didn't go, neither of the adults in front of her could either. Although, she truly had no clue why anyone would invite her to some fancy party. The invitation had shown up a few days before, set for that Friday. It was short notice, but that wasn't really the part that bothered her. The Commissioner wasn't invited, nor was James. So, there wasn't any real reason for her to have been. She didn't know any of the Gotham elites well enough she be considered a friend, besides Dickhead Asswipe and she sure as hell didn't know Lex Luthor. But, it was Lois Lane. And food that didn't come out of a can or microwavable plastic.

Sighing, Babs leaned back in her seat. "I guess I better get a costume."

[norangeyyy]

Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "

[serasvictoria]

Stupid Games - Chapter 2

Pairing: Ubbe Lothbrok x Reader, Ivar Lothbrok x Reader

Rating: Explicit at the end

Word count: 7487 (look, I obviously have issues)

Summary: You used to live next to the Lothbroks when you were younger, but you moved away and haven't seen them since. A wedding brings you back to town after many years and during a bachelorette party you run into the brothers again.

Notes: After Hvitserk had a go in the first part, Ubbe and Ivar take over. I thought that this chapter would end up being more centered around Ubbe (he will get more attention in the next instalment), but Ivar had something to say about that apparently. He is a bit of a pushy shit in this chapter, but I was oddly into it.

Took me a while to post this, because I couldn't get the first part of this to work. I'm finally pleased with it now so hopefully it'll work for you guys as well *fingers crossed*

Part 1 (link to my AO3)

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“A game?”

After Ivar had alluded to some kind of game that seemed to be going on between Hvitserk and Ubbe, something that neither of them wanted to comment on, their youngest brother had been the one to tell you what he had been talking about. It didn’t exactly help that Ivar looked a little bit too gleeful that he was the one that got to tell you all about this.

They had been playing a game. And it was all centered around you. That was why whenever one of them tried something when you were still a teenager, the other one was always keen to take it one step further. Everything from the kissing to the heavy petting to the dry humping, quite possibly all the way down to what had taken place in the restrooms earlier, had all been part of some stupid game.

“So the two of you were just playing with me this entire time?” Hvitserk had gone completely silent and seemed to be more interested in the contents of his glass. You somehow guessed that he was waiting for Ubbe to say something, since he was usually the one that diffused situations when they threatened to get out of hand, but his older brother never interjected. “Why would you even do that?”

“I would never do that to you,” Ivar suddenly said. “They are children.”

“Now hang on…”

“Shut up, Hvitserk.” Whatever it was that he was going to say, you didn’t exactly want to hear it. “Yeah, Ivar, you’re a real saint.”

“Better than them anyway.”

“I need some fresh air.”

“You want me to come with you?”

“No, Ivar. Stay here.” You leaned over to him and briefly pressed your lips on his cheek. “But thanks for offering.”

Before turning away, your eyes swept over Ubbe and Hvitserk for a few seconds and it looked like Ubbe had been about to say something, finally finding some words, but he closed his mouth when you turned away from them. Obviously sensing that it might not be the best idea to say something right at this very moment. You pushed yourself through the throng of people, the air too stifling now. When you were relieved that you could finally breathe in some cool air instead of the almost humid atmosphere in the bar. The night air was pleasant, on the cusp of summer and autumn, where the temperatures were still nice until relatively late in the evening.

Despite the fact that you had given it up years ago, it was times like these where you wished you hadn’t quit smoking. Since your hands needed to do something, you grabbed your mobile instead and scrolled through your instagram feed, if only to make sure that you weren’t opening yourself up to a potential conversation with anyone.

If you were honest with yourself, you had always expected that Ubbe and Hvitserk had been up to something all those years ago, but that a game had been at the source of it was quite unexpected. You had somehow convinced yourself that you’d just been having fun, that you were simply exploring new things with the boys next door, that you were using them just as much as they were using you. But it was never that simple, was it? Because at one point your feelings had very much entered into it, long before Ubbe had even kissed you.

But would they really be so cruel as to turn it all into a game? You knew and trusted these guys. You had a hard time thinking of them as callous. They wouldn’t do that. Not to you.

“Want some company?” You turned your head to the side and saw Ubbe approach you. He leaned against the wall next to you, but kept his distance. “I know that what Ivar said just now sounds really bad, but he was the only one that ever called what we were doing a game. Neither me or Serk ever looked at it that way.”

“Then what was it?”

“Interest in my case and Hvitserk was obsessed. Plain and simple.”

“Obsessed? With me?”

“What did you think it was?” He turned so that his shoulder was now pressed up against the wall and he could look you in the eye. “You remember that stupid card game?” You nodded. “Serk knew that you had never kissed anyone and he wanted to be your first. He figured that he had it in the bag as well, but he didn’t have a clue that I had a winning hand.”

“I had sort of figured out that it was the reason why he had suggested that dumb prize in the first place.” Why else would he have even come up with it to begin with if he hadn’t been convinced that he would win? “But why didn’t he just kiss me then? I wouldn’t think that he needed much incentive to do that. Especially when you take into consideration how many other girls he had already kissed at that point.”

“I don’t know,” Ubbe said with a shrug. “I probably know him best of all, but I don’t get his reasoning all the time. Maybe he thought that his best option was to turn it into a game.”

“That would explain it.” You looked up at Ubbe with a slight smile when your mind flitted back to that particular day. “And then he lost.”

“He was furious.” Ubbe started laughing. “Even accused me of rigging the game in my favour later.”

“It wasn’t like the kiss was any good.”

“Say what now?” He playfully poked a finger against your ribs. “I was prepared to put my heart and soul in that kiss. You were the one that pulled away.”

“Don’t remind me.” The only thing that you remembered was that you were absolutely horrified that Ubbe had essentially been forced to kiss you because of some dumb game. You’d wanted it to be a natural thing, not something that he had felt obligated to do. “He didn’t have any problems later on.”

“He wanted to outdo me.”

“Then what was everything that happened earlier all about?

“You want to know what he told me?”

“Well yeah.” You thought about it for a few seconds after answering him and added a quick, “It’s not going to be bad, is it?”

“Nope.” Sensing your apprehension, he reached out and took one of your hands in his as a comforting gesture. “He said that it had been worth the wait. As soon as he said that, I knew what the two of you had gotten up to while you were away.”

“Worth the wait?”

“He was obsessed with finding out what you tasted like. He even lost sleep over it at the time.” Ubbe barked out a laugh when he saw the surprised, yet also intrigued, look on your face. “It was pretty bad.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “He is such an idiot.”

You covered your face with your free hand and wished that you could just disappear right this very moment. This was definitely not what you thought was going to happen when you decided to come back to Kattegat after all these years. You always knew that there was a chance that you’d run into the Lothbroks at one point during your visit, but you hadn’t accounted for anything like this.

Ubbe’s hand slowly peeled your hand away from your eyes and his big blue eyes peered into yours quite insistently. “We’re cool, right?”

“Come on. As if I could stay mad at you.”

“Good.” He kept up his intense stare and kept holding your hands. Whenever you tried to pull your hands away, he squeezed until you stopped resisting. “Can I ask you something?”

“Depends on what you want to know.”

“Why did you never call?”

“Call?” You frowned, not sure what he was talking about. “When?”

“When you moved away. You promised to stay in touch, but you never did.”

“Oh. That. Why do you want to talk about that now?”

“Just always wondered about it. That’s all.”

“I don’t think I…” He tilted his head to the side in a similar way that Ivar always did to show that he wasn’t going to drop the subject. You sighed deeply and wished that he’d just let go of your hands already so you could cover your face again. “Stupid really.” You tried to figure out how best to say this since it had been based on nothing but teenage insecurities at the time and they seemed so trivial now that you were a grown up. Ubbe didn’t push you, he simply waited until you found the words, his thumbs drawing comforting circles on the palms of your hands. “I erm… I wanted to. Just figured you guys would be busy.”

“With what?”

“More important… stuff.”

“Cut the crap.”

“Okay. Jesus.” You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing that he couldn’t exactly pry your eyelids open. “I needed some time to adjust at first so I didn’t want to bother you guys with that dumb shit. Who wants to hear about that crap right? To hear me bitch and moan about how much I hated it there.”

Your mother had moved to be closer to her family and staying in Kattegat had hurt too much. Much later she had told you that everything there had reminded her of your father. Where they had their first date, where he had proposed, everything there had been tied to him and she wanted to get away from it. Her entire life before she had met your father had been in Silkeborg which seemed a million miles away from the only place that you’d ever known. You transferred into school in the middle of a school year and the only kids you knew there were two cousins, one of which you hated. You were absolutely miserable and basically kept your head down until you were old enough to go to college so you could get the hell out of there.

“I stayed in touch with Svana, Olga and Gunna and I eventually asked about you guys, since I was thinking of calling and I wanted to know if it’d be weird if I did that after going all silent for a while.” You swallowed. God, this was hard. “But they’d always go all quiet when I brought you guys up and I didn’t know why. They kept saying that you were doing fine and wouldn’t elaborate. So I asked Kára instead since she’s the only one that wouldn’t sugarcoat anything...”

That was where you stopped suddenly, not really wanting to continue. The reason was so incredibly stupid. It didn’t matter. The urge to go back inside and get paralytically drunk was overwhelming. Before you knew what happened, your face suddenly connected with Ubbe’s chest and he gave you a massive hug. He was still good at giving those. You still remembered that time after he had given you your first orgasm and the two of you had lain in his bed, hugging each other until it got dark outside. He never even said anything that time either, he just held you which was the exact same thing that he was doing right now.

“What did she say?” Nothing in how he held you gave away that he was angry, but you could hear it quite clearly in his voice.

“This is so stupid.” You pressed your head against his chest so that you could muffle your answer. “They told me that you and Serk were seeing Margrethe.”

At the time it had felt like the deepest betrayal to your young mind. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t been in a relationship with either one of them, but the only thought that had been on your mind at the time was that they’d moved on and found someone else. With your mortal enemy no less. It wasn’t like they didn’t know that the relationship that you had with her was strained, if you could even call it that at all.

You thought that the two of you had been friends at one time, but Margrethe had merely befriended you as a means to get closer to the Lothbroks. When that hadn’t worked, she had started spreading vicious rumours around school and the word about you being a whore that slept with all four of the boys spread around the school like wildfire.

It hadn’t mattered how much anyone had denied it, a lot of people had been a bit too eager to accept the gossip as gospel. Mainly girls had eaten it up like cake. Apparently a lot of girls were incredibly jealous of the fact that you were around the most popular guys in school almost constantly. The only girls that had stood by you through all of it were the seven girls that you were with tonight. Kára had even attempted to break Margrethe’s nose when she’d found out who had been behind the rumours and had been expelled for a week because of it.

In the end Margrethe had gotten exactly what she wanted.

“That’s it?”

“What do you mean ‘that’s it’?” You pulled away and slapped his chest suddenly. “You knew I had a history with that bitch.”

“Maybe you should have called and asked me about it.” He sighed and pulled you back in for another hug. “Or were you worried about what the answer might have been?”

“I was a dumb kid.” You pressed your head against his chest again and breathed in his comforting scent. He always smelled so musky and earthy. There was no other scent quite like it. “Course I was worried.”

“It was never that serious. Not for her anyway.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She had… issues.” Ubbe was picking his words very carefully. It wasn’t that big of a surprise to you to be honest. The fact that Margrethe was seriously troubled hadn’t completely escaped you back then, but you had never concerned yourself too much with trying to figure out what her deal was. “I tried to help her, but whenever I tried to broach the subject she’d run to Serk to badmouth me.”

Even if you haven’t thought of Margrethe for years, hearing him say that made you want to hunt her down. You would have told him that too, but that wasn’t what he needed right now. You were a bit at a loss how to make it better however. It didn’t seem like he was still hurting or anything so telling him that everything was okay was probably a million miles off.

“She always had her problems,” was all you said in the end.

“I know,” he replied. “All in the past.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Shut down on me.” He released you, cupped your chin and gently tilted your head up so you could look at him. “You used to do that when we were kids as well.”

“I swear that I wasn’t! But you started this. Not me.”

“So it’s my fault?”

“Basically,” you said with a grin as another idea formed in the back of your head. “So make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you?” His eyes started sparkling with obvious delight. “I’m not going to do what Serk did earlier. I never wanted to outdo him at anything. I know I can do better.”

“That’s not what I was thinking of!” You smacked your hand against his arm first before letting it rest on his bicep. You could not help but give him a light squeeze, briefly imagining how easy it must be for him to lift you up and pin you between himself and the wall. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You’re thinking about it now though.” He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“Doesn’t mean I want you to do it,” you replied. “Not out here anyway.”

“Hmmm.” He leaned forward, his beard tickling against your ear as he kept talking. “What do you want me to do then?” His large hands settled on your hips and he pushed you back against the wall. “You’re gonna have to tell me, princess.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“Maybe.”

Ubbe settled his lips on your neck. All he did was kiss and nip at your skin, but you could feel your heart rate increase already. He briefly reached up to pull the collar of your shirt open, placed his mouth right on the spot where your neck met your shoulder and started sucking on your skin. Despite the fact that the two of you were standing only a short distance away from the red neon light that hung above the entrance to the bar, he covered you in such a way that it would simply look like the two of you were just making out. Besides, crazier stuff must have happened out here anyway.

“This what you had in mind?” he murmured huskily against your neck. Before you could reply, he moved his hands from your hips to your ass. “Or do you want me to take you home?”

“What is it with the two of you and this urge to get me back to your place?” You blurted out with a giggle. “I just wanted you to kiss me.”

“That it?” He peeled his lips away from your neck and pressed his forehead against yours. “Just a kiss?”

“Just a kiss.”

“You sure are easy to please.”

“As you know.” Ubbe never really had to try very hard with you and he knew this. In the past he would always joke about how blissed out you would look even after something as simple as a kiss. You tilted your chin up so that your lips brushed together. “You gonna kiss me or not?”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

Pushing forward, he closed the small distance and captured your lips. The kiss that he had given you inside earlier had been intense as well, but it had been short and tasted of more. He didn’t have to stop now. He growled against your lips, kissing you so hungrily that it felt like he was trying to devour you. Even when younger Ubbe had often joked that he was like a wolf, something that his parents had recognised at birth and had named him for it. It had always made you laugh, but you could practically feel the resemblance now. If he could have his way, he’d no doubt be tearing your clothes off right now so he could eat you alive.

If he kept this up, you would be tempted to just turn around and let him fuck you right here up against the wall. Your entire head felt fuzzy and it was pretty hard to concentrate on anything other than Ubbe’s tongue which he kept slipping into your mouth. Hvitserk had worked you up to a frenzy not that long ago, but Ubbe was beginning to push you in a similar direction very quickly. One of his hands started sliding down and you knew that you should tell him to stop before you lost your mind completely, but you didn’t. His hot palm was on your bare thigh seconds later and then he slid it up, dipping his fingers into your panties so he could touch your bare skin.

“You’re burning up,” he groaned against your lips.

“Sure feels like it.”

“Want me to do something about it?”

It sure would be tempting to simply say “yes”. And oh so easy. Just one word. Just that little affirmative answer and he’d do something about this heat that he was gradually stoking inside of you. Your body was practically screaming at you to just say “yes”, to get it over with and stop putting it off. You could have what you wanted. Right here and right now. All you had to do was…

“Oh hell no!” You pulled your lips away from him, because you recognized that voice. “You little slut!”

“Am not!”

“Yeah, you are!” Svana was making rude gestures at the pair of you from the entrance with a big smile on her face. “Get back in here. We just bought another round. As for you,” she was pointing straight at Ubbe now. “We bought your ass a beer, so you’d better finish it before we let your brother have it.” She cackled loudly and then disappeared without waiting to see what the two of you were going to do.

“What do you want to do?” Now that his lips weren’t on yours anymore, it was a lot easier to think. When you didn’t answer straight away, he pinched your ass once before removing his hand from your underwear. “Go back in?”

“Be a shame to waste those drinks.”

“I guess.” He held his hand out to you and you took it without hesitation. “One thing though, you’re having dinner at our place tomorrow. Just to avoid any more interruptions.” You could feel all the hairs on your arm stand on end the second the words were out of his mouth. Just the thought of an evening with the two of them with no one around to stop them… your brain already went into overdrive. “Deal?”

“Sure. Sounds good.”

Right before the two of you passed through the entrance, Ubbe pushed you up against the wall right next to it very quickly and gave you one final hungry kiss that took your breath away.

It very much felt like a little taster to what could happen the following evening if you’d let him keep going.

*****

After the night you’d had, you were glad to be back in your hotel room.

When you and Ubbe had gone back inside to join your friends, you found that Hvitserk and Ivar had already joined them and the rest of the evening was filled with even more alcohol and witnessing some incredibly bad dancing from Hvitserk’s end.

Switching the light on in the small bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror and came to the conclusion that you looked like absolute shit. You stripped out of your clothes, dropped them on the floor and left them there. It wasn’t of the utmost importance that you fold them up right this minute anyway. You had already hung a slinky, spaghetti strapped nightshirt on a peg on the door. It had been packed in case you managed to get lucky sometime during this short trip and the way things were looking after tonight, there was a definite chance that you would.

Make-up removed and teeth brushed, you headed back into the room and promptly dropped face first into the bed. You spread yourself out over the mattress and pressed your face into the sheets. It was a good thing that you didn’t have anything planned until tomorrow evening (technically this evening), because you probably wouldn’t wake up until midday.

You’d been about to doze off when you heard your mobile. You swore and reached for it and stared at the screen. Unknown caller. You groaned and shoved it underneath the pillow. Probably a wrong number or some bad joke from one of your drunk friends. It kept ringing until it switched over to voicemail and you sighed deeply when it stopped, completely ready to let sleep overtake you…

It started ringing again. By now you were determined to ignore it, but as soon as it stopped, you kept hearing your ringtone kick back to life. Whoever it was, they would not allow you to fall asleep until you’d picked up. After the fourth time, you dug it out from under the pillow and answered.

“What!” The annoyance in your voice was unmistakable and you’d been about to start swearing about how this had better be really fucking important when you heard a familiar voice on the other end.

“That’s no way to greet an old friend.”

“Ivar?” You rolled over until you were laying on your back. “What the hell? Do you know what time it is?”

“4:48.”

“Jesus Christ. Why are you calling me? And how did you get my number anyway?”

“Ubbe gave it to me.” You’d exchanged numbers with Ubbe after he’d invited you round to have dinner with him and Hvitserk since he had promised to pick you up. “You didn’t want me to have it?”

“I didn’t say that.” You didn’t mind. Ivar would probably end up getting your number sooner or later anyway, but he still hadn’t mentioned why he had decided that now was a good time to call you. “I don’t know why you’re calling me, but can’t it wait until later?”

“No. I need to talk to you now.”

“Okay, fine,” you said with a sigh. You had known Ivar for long enough to know that he was the type of person that would end up getting his way no matter what and if Ivar wanted to talk to you, that would be exactly what would happen. It didn’t matter if you were too tired, you just had to get over it and accept it. “What is it?”

“What are you wearing anyway?”

“Ivar! What the fuck! I’m not telling you that.” You started laughing and was waiting for him to join in to let you know that he had asked you that question to be funny, but he never did. “Get to the point. Why are you calling me?”

“I was just thinking of you in that ridiculous outfit.”

“Oh. And you figured you’d call me to tell me about it?”

“Yes. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after seeing that and I don’t think you should either.”

“Okaaaay…” You stretched out the word and found yourself wondering what else was going to be coming out of his mouth. “So what should I be doing instead?”

“Touch yourself.” For a few seconds you weren’t entirely sure that you’d heard him correctly, somehow convinced that you were imagining this entire conversation because you were so sleep deprived. But then he said your name in a low voice and asked, “Are you still there?”

“Y-yes.” You didn’t know why he was asking you to do this, but it had to be a joke to see if you’d actually do it. That was the only logical explanation. “D-did you just ask me to…”

“Touch yourself, yes.” He paused for a few seconds while you were still waiting for him to tell you that this was all a joke, that he had just been having some fun, but then he continued. “But you were wrong.”

“Oh? About what?”

“I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you.”

“Ivar, you can’t just call me at five in the morning and tell me t-”

“Yes, I can.” He cut you off before you could finish your sentence. “Touch yourself. I am not telling you again.”

“Ivar, fuck.” Hearing the command in his voice was working for you in ways that you had never thought possible. You pressed the index finger of your free hand against your neck, just below your ear, and started trailing it down. “This is insane.”

“Are you touching yourself, kitten?”

“Y-yes.” This really was a dream. You were having some kind of vivid sexual dream involving the kid that used to sit in the little red trailer behind your bike as he screamed at you to go faster. And now that same kid, all grown up by now, was initiating phone sex with you. “I am.”

“Where?”

“My collarbone.” Your finger had pressed into the dip above your sternum and had started trailing outward.

“Child’s play.” Ivar sounded less than impressed with you. “Are your nipples hard?”

“Ivar!”

“What?” You heard him chuckle on the other end. “Well? Are they?”

You looked down at your chest and could see your nipples pressing up against the silky fabric of your nightshirt. “Yes.”

“So touch them instead.” Despite the fact that he couldn’t see whether you were doing it or not, you thought that he would probably be able to tell if you were ignoring what he was telling you to do. “Your collarbone. Honestly.” You whimpered when your finger brushed up against the hardened nub. “Feel good?” You made an affirmative noise. “Squeeze.” You did as he asked again and stifled a moan. “Don’t do that.”

“W-what?”

“I want to hear you.” You repeated the movement and this time you didn’t try to silence yourself. “Good.” You could hear the pride in his voice. “Now move your hand down lower.”

Your hand skimmed down your stomach, moving down ever lower until your fingers brushed over your mound and you sighed deeply when your hand dipped down in between your legs. When you pressed against your covered core, you could feel that your underwear was already damp and you set to lazily rubbing your fingers up and down. Little gasps and moans kept tumbling from your lips and you gripped your mobile tighter in your hand.

“Did I tell you that you could do that?” Your hand stopped moving instantly and you made sure that Ivar heard how displeased you were. “No. I didn’t say that you could move your hand down that low.” Since you could somehow tell that it was coming, you pulled your hand away and moved it next to you to grip the sheets instead. “Start again.”

“From where?”

“Your collarbone.”

“I thought that was child’s play?”

“Just do it,” he replied mercilessly. “And don’t talk back. Good girls do whatever they’re told.”

“And who told you that I was a good girl?” He wasn’t in the room with you so you could be a little bit defiant. “Good girls don’t necessarily give guys blowjobs in restrooms.”

“Probably not.”

Without any warning, the call suddenly disconnected. You stared at your screen in confusion. Why would Ivar get you all hot and bothered like that only to hang up on you? So now you had to finish it yourself and then you could finally fall asleep. You’d been about to do just that when your phone started ringing again. When you looked at the screen, you saw that someone wanted to video call you. You swiped your thumb over the screen and the next thing you knew Ivar’s face came into view.

“You thought that I was going to leave you hanging, weren’t you?”

“I kinda did yeah.”

“I just wanted to see with my own eyes that you were going to do what I told you.” Ivar bit his lower lip. It was a move that was almost a little bit too calculated to come across as natural, but you didn’t really mind. It only made you wish that he was in the room with you so you could feel those lips on yours. “Now show me what you are wearing.”

You moved the phone up a little bit higher and slowly tilted it downward. There was a lace trim at the top of your nightshirt and the rest was made of a pink silky material. It didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination. You had your legs pulled up so he couldn’t see your underwear properly and you could see a slight frown crease his brow.

“Open your thighs.” You parted your legs slowly and made sure that he could see your panties. They didn’t match your nightshirt, but when you heard him whistle through his teeth it was made clear that he didn’t particularly care that you weren’t wearing a matching set. “Nice.”

“You like it?”

“A lot. Let me see your face again.” You moved the screen back up and smiled at him. “I want you to take it off now.”

“My nightshirt?”

“Everything.” He could probably see the hesitation on your face and you saw his eyes soften. “Would you do that for me, kitten?”

“Just my top.” You saw his other hand move into view for a few seconds, gesturing at you to continue. You put the phone down next to you, pushed yourself up into a sitting position and removed your top. Moving back into view of your phone, you sat in such a way that Ivar could see that you were half naked now without letting him see your bare chest. “See?”

“But not enough.” One corner of his mouth curled up in an almost wicked grin. “Just a peek.” You knew where this was heading, that much was obvious, but you had never done anything like this before and it made you apprehensive. “Do you want me to say please?”

“I’m not so sure you can say please.” You lay back down, moved one of your arms so it covered your breasts and grabbed the phone again. You held it high above you so he could see your face and the top of your chest. “Like this?”

“You’re not giving me a lot to work with here.” He sounded unimpressed so you moved your hand, aiming it down lower so he could see the arm that you were covering yourself with. “Move your arm.” You briefly closed your eyes and took in a deep breath to steady yourself, but didn’t pull your arm away. He said your name and you looked up at his face again. “Please?”

Very slowly, you spread your fingers so a single nipple appeared between them. His tongue peeked out from between his lips to swipe over his bottom lip. You saw his lips move, but before he could say anything you started circling the pebbled nub with one of your fingers. Ivar’s pupils were so big by now that you could barely make out the blue in his eyes anymore. You couldn’t help but wonder if he would come over if you were to ask him to.

“Move your arm.” You took a deep breath and very slowly started moving your arm down until it was resting right underneath your breasts. Ivar tried to hide it, but you saw his eyes widen ever so slightly and then he uttered a low, “Fuck.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you wearing?” He didn’t respond immediately, he merely looked amused that you even asked him this, so you tried to make your next words sound as commanding as possible. “Show me.”

Ivar kept his eyes on yours for a few seconds longer and just when you thought that he wasn’t going to show you anything at all, he slowly tilted the phone down to show you that his chest was already bare. You’d already felt it back at the bar when he pulled you closer to him a couple of times after he and his brothers had joined your group of friends, but my god, he was ripped. You’d been paying such attention to his chest and the tattoos that covered part of it, that you hadn’t noticed that his other arm wasn’t visible. In fact you might even have noticed that there was slight movement coming from that side of his chest, but sadly you hadn’t.

The camera moved down over his stomach and you found yourself wanting to know how his skin would feel against the palm of your hands as you skimmed them down his chest. It wasn’t until you caught sight of trimmed hairs that led down that you noticed that he wasn’t wearing any underwear either. And then, without any prior warning, his cock suddenly came into view. You saw it for a few seconds, your mind only barely registering how hard he was and how slowly he was stroking himself before he disappeared from view and you started swearing.

“Fuck! Dammit!” You rubbed your forehead and heard him doing his utmost not to burst out in laughter on the other end. “Not funny, Ivar.”

“I am sorry, kitten.” He cleared his throat, chuckled one more time and then asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Dropped my goddamn phone.”

“Look at me.” You rolled on your side to grab your mobile and propped it up against a pillow so he could still have a clear view of your face. It also meant that you would not be able to drop the damn thing on yourself again. You definitely didn’t want to explain a possible black eye to Ubbe and Hvitserk tomorrow. “Were you that shocked?”

“Wasn’t expecting you to be naked,” you replied, feeling mighty stupid about yourself right now. “That’s all.”

“So… now that you know that I’m naked…”

“I’m not going to be showing you my pussy.”

“I am shocked that you even thought that.” He even gasped, but you didn’t believe him. That fucker always kept a very tight lid on his emotions. No way that something like that would shock him. “You could still take your underwear off though.”

“I could.” When you didn’t move, Ivar started pouting. Very much like before, it was such a practiced move. How many times had he done something like that before to get what he wanted? “You sly fucker.”

“What did I do?”

“Shut up. As if you don’t know.” His mouth broke out into a wide grin and you shook your head. “You are such a dick, Ivar.” When you saw him open his mouth to speak, you cut him off. “Don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“If you were going to say anything about how nice your dick looks, I swear that I’ll hang up.”

“I wasn’t going to say that, but thanks.” You groaned for even voicing that opinion out loud. You really had to learn to think before you speak, especially around someone like Ivar. “What kind of guy would say that?”

“Have you met Serk?”

“Good point,” he said with a chuckle. “I was just going to ask you to take your panties off again.”

“You always were a persistent little shit.” Why not give him what he wanted? You weren’t going to shove the phone in between your legs to show him that you were entirely naked, you’d made that clear already. “Tell me. Don’t ask me.”

“Hmmm. So you like that, do you?” His grin turned practically feral now that you’d given him a piece of information that he would likely use against you at some other point in the future. “Take your panties off. Now.”

“Yes, sir.” The word was out of your mouth before you even realised it and when you did, your cheeks flushed bright red. “Oh my god… I-I am so s-sorry… that was…”

“Hot?” Your horrified expression only amused him more and he started laughing. “You can call me that anytime, kitten.”

“I wasn’t…”

“But I did tell you to do something, didn’t I?”

And then the command was back. When an involuntary moan escaped your lips, he drew attention to his own lips again by running his tongue over his plump bottom lip. You mouthed the word “fuck” before reaching down and sliding your underwear down your legs. When they were off, you moved them into view of your phone to show him that you were now entirely naked and hearing him groan softly on the other end felt strangely good.

“Ivar?”

“What is it, kitten?”

“If you’re going to tell me to touch my collarbone again, I’ll kill you.”

“Impatient.” Before he could tell you to do anything, you’d already slid your hand between your legs and you made sure that he heard the sound that you made when your fingers finally came into contact with your soaking wet pussy. “Fine. I’ve been touching myself for a while so I’ll allow it.”

“You’ll allow it? Gee, thank you, Ivar.”

“I can be merciful,” he replied without a hint of embarrassment. “What are you doing?”

“Touching myself.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”

“Lord. This is kinda…” You squeezed your eyes shut and bucked your hips up against your hand. “Fuck.” His laboured breathing was starting to propel you closer to reaching a climax and when you opened your eyes to look at the screen again, you could tell that he probably didn’t need much more either. “I’m so wet,” you half moaned. “Wish you were here so you could… replace my fingers… with your tongue…”

“Oh y-yeah?”

“Mmmm.” You moved your hand away from yourself, quickly replacing it with your other hand and then held your arousal soaked fingers up to the screen. “See that?” His lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. You kept eye contact with him when you sucked your digits into your mouth, moaning as you did so. You moved your fingers in and out of your mouth, determined to give him some kind of show.

“I need to feel those pretty lips of yours…” He was finally able to talk now. “...wrapped around my cock.” You released your fingers with a loud pop and then presented your tongue to him, to mimic that you were doing something else entirely. “Just like that,” he said with a grin. “Bet you’d look good on your knees.”

“In my… skirt…”

“Yeah…” It was getting more and more difficult for him to talk now, you could tell, but he was still trying. “I’m so…”

Ivar never finished his sentence. All that came out was a low guttural growl and then he was done. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy as he came down from his high. You kept your eyes focused on his lips and his tongue that kept darting out to moisten them. When he finally opened his eyes, within seconds he knew what you’d been looking at.

“Kitten.” He practically purred the word at you and you could feel your muscles twitch involuntarily. Your movements increased, rubbing harder as the pressure continued to build. “I should just come over so I can make you come with my mouth and my fingers.” Your face started to feel hot and you gasped loudly. You were close. So close. “And then, if you’ve been a good girl, I might even fuck you.” He paused for a few seconds, his blue eyes locked on yours. “But only if you’ve been really good.”

“Oh my god…” One last circular movement around your clit, that was all you needed. You squeezed your eyes shut and all but wailed the words as your legs started shaking, your muscles spasming, your toes curling against the blanket. “Shit, shit, shit…”

You were aware of Ivar’s soft chuckle somewhere in the background, but it was hard to focus on anything after orgasming that hard. If it was already this good, what the hell was it going to be like if he was actually in the room with you? If he actually pressed that thick cock of his into you and growled into your ear what a good girl you were? The sheer thought of it was almost enough to make you come again.

Finally cracking an eye open, you looked at the screen to find Ivar’s blue eyes focused on you. One corner of your mouth curled up and then you wiped the sweat off your brow that had accumulated there. “Fuck. That was amazing,” you said with a breathy laugh. “I’m exhausted.”

“I can tell,” he said quietly. “Will you be able to sleep or do you need me for something else?”

Wait. Was he angling for an invitation here? You looked at the alarm clock that was on the bedside table. The red glowing numbers had the time at 5:16 in the morning.

“Nope.” You decided to play dumb. “Why? Did you want to talk?”

“Talk? No.” He chuckled softly in reply and ran his hand down his face. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”

“Yep.” You rolled over on your side and blew a kiss at the camera. “Good night, Ivar.”

Before he could say anything in reply, you had already disconnected the call and then pressed your face into the pillow as you laughed. Your phone started beeping almost immediately. You saw a message illuminate the screen and you unlocked it to reply.

The message read: That was rude.

Since you hadn’t had a chance to add his number to your contact list, you were seeing nothing but his phone number so you added him so you could at least see his name.

Good night, Ivar.

You saw that he was typing back and it didn’t take him long to send a reply. Good night, kitten. You were going to reply, but saw dots appear again. I’ll have to teach you some manners the next time we see each other.

A shiver ran down your spine when you read his message. You wondered what he was planning, but knowing him it would probably be good.

Good night, Ivar. And I’m looking forward to it.

He didn’t send you any more messages and you fell into a deep sleep shortly after while clutching your mobile tightly.

[brazilianism]

Momento r/trueoffmychest but sometimes I feel like there's no future in Brazil. I want to be a writer but there's like 2 Brazilian writers who are even slightly famous outside and I've heard that here we only get 10% of the book's profit, which is frankly absurd. I love this country and I love my city and I don't think I could ever call anywhere else home and I really want to go to college for free because I think I can and USP has been my dream university since I was in 6th grade but I have absolutely no perspective of future here. My family even has Portuguese citizenship in case thinks go south and we have to leave. And then I look at what the future looks like outside and I know I'll have to deal with sexism that'll be even worse because they see Brazilian women as whores and possibly xenophobia which is totally insane for me because I'm white but the moment I say something all everyone will hear is a heavy Latino accent that I actually don't want to lose and on top of that there will be the usual homophobia since I'm a lesbian and it'll be really tiring. To top that, the only places where I can be a successful writer seem to be USA and England and even though I absolutely hate USA it is still in America and I kinda dislike England even more (many cases of racism against Brazilians, heard it's hard for a Latino to get a job). And if I go to USA, I'll have to deal with low minimum wage and rent that is impossible to pay and the fear of guns and I'll probably will end up in New York as a writer and it may be a place I really wanna visit but it does seem like an awful place to live unless you're loaded and I also kinda don't want to ever be homeless but it seems like an obligatory experience if you live in USA. So I have to ask. How do you do it? How can a Brazilian who wants more find a place in the world? I'm white and my parents went to college and have enough money to send me to a private high school and this was supposed to make all the doors open for me but really? I can only see the closed ones. And I know I shouldn't complain because it would be 100000% harder if I was black and poor but honestly right now I'm kinda hopeless. If I could choose what country to be born in, I would always choose Brazil, but I feel like being a Brazilian keeps me from being someone.

Shit girl, I get you. It was one of my earliest dreams to be a writer, too. And this might not be super motivational, but I haven't made it, lol but like i'm 24 so no big deal about it either. I mean, I still write my stories every now and then, but being a writer does take a LOT of effort and energy and especially at the times when I hit depressive episodes it was hard to put in all that effort. Luckly for myself I've been granted a head that is happy doing lot's of different stuff, so I've changed paths without it taking a big toll on me and decided to go into the movie/tv bussiness. First I was about to try scriptwriting but I learned scriptwriting takes a fuckton of techinique to learn and I'm not good at it (yet). So i'm more into production and other media areas (and it might be a bitch but there's always social media work around even if it sucks). And I mean, the movie/tv bussiness is also shitty and has huge amounts of competition AND is better in countries I dislike too, but in my head it felt "safer" cause it offers "secondary" jobs that will always be there. But like, that was what I thought at 17. Now I know that every profession has these jobs, you know, not the "dream" jobs, but the decent jobs around the area. So first thing I'd do if I were you would be to do some research in related areas. Like, I don't know, working on magazines as an editor, or journalism, or text review, or even social media work in the writing area (plenty of blogs and SEO to adjust out there), or publicity writing (someone is always hired just to write slogans and texts for billbords, you know), or even scriptwriting as I tried. It's not that you HAVE to follow any of these, but knowing that you could fall back upon any of these professions or work them part time while trying to write your books might give you some peace of mind to give it a try. Second thing I would do is to do more research on brazilian writers, because there are plenty. Yeah, not all of them are Paulo Coelho, but you don't have to be to be able to make a reasonable living or even to keep writing as a part time profession. Find those authors, follow them on social media, ask questions!! Most love to answer when they have time. But what I won't tell you to do is to stop writing, cause if there's one thing I know is that the only way to get better at writing (and ergo have more chances of succeeding) is to keep writing. And look, i'm not telling you this is by any means an easy field, or a regular job, and it's 100% okay to give up if you prioritize these things in life (i'm serious, mental health and peace of mind come first and there's NOTHING wrong with picking a profession that allows for these if that's the case), but what I know about most people that have an undeniable passion for doing something creative and pick something else without being really sure about it is that they always regret it. Most keep getting sucked back to it or end up miserable because they really wanted to be doing something else. So if it's your only dream, you passion for life, girl, you're super young. Your parents can give you a small headstart for a few years (aka you don't have to worry about getting any job in any field just to get by for now). So give it a try. Search the field. Try to put something together. Worst case scenario, you still learned something. It'll land you somewhere. Might even be a good place :)

[everafterkeiji]

Summary: When Y/N, the photographer from Karasuno's newspaper club, finds a new view that she adores

Pairings: Tadashi Yamaguchi x fem! reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings/Genre: fem!reader, fluff

A/N: NFISND HOW TF DOES THIS MAN NOT EXIST- i love yamaguchi. thats it.

"That was such a good shot Y/N-chan! How do you do that? Can you teach me?" Hinata says, tugging your sleeve and you laugh as you continue to let him see your previous photos of him and the boys. A favor you've accepted from Yachi to help her with her poster for the boys volleyball team. You were no stranger to this team knowing Yamaguchi introduced you to them when you stumbled upon their practice.

Yamaguchi insisted that you practiced taking photos when they were training since you've complained about not being able to get stable photos from fast moving objects, always capturing blurry images instead of a photo that captured the essence of the moment. For months, you've improved without even knowing it. Finally joining the Karasuno newspaper club so you've got something to look forward to. You also took time to interview some of Yamaguchi's teammates to schedule your absence whenever they had a game.

But how come the boy hides whenever you insisted on taking his picture?

Surely, you were his best friend, even being in the same class as him and Tsukishima. You've met Tsukishima the day you couldn't be by his side when the bullies had the nerve to struck his confidence and ever since then Yamaguchi couldn't really leave the boys side and you went along with it, never feeling an ounce of jealousy with the two. You three grew up together, also finding a subtle communication with the blonde, even if it makes you wanna shave his hair.

"No Tsukishima, I didn't take your fucking headphones-"

"Um but you borrowed it the other day woman."

"Yes I did but I returned it to your desk before you had lunch."

"No you didn't dumbass then I probably wouldn't even be here with you right now huh?"

"I fucking returned it!"

"Then where the fuck is it Y/N!"

"Hey guys!" You both look up to Yamaguchi who had the headphones around his neck as he looks back and forth between you and Tsukishima. Y/N sighs realizing Yamaguchi grabbed the headphones from Tsukishimas desk and used it without the taller boy knowing. You stood next to Tsukishima, smacking his arm as he groans before snatching the item off of Yamaguchis neck.

"Do you not have anything to say to me?" Y/N teases as she looks up to him and Tsukishima sighs in defeat as Yamaguchi stood, confused at what you two were talking about.

"..sorry."

"What was that dino bitch?"

"I'M SORRY YOU SHIT HEAD."

So you've had doubts as to why he was so shy. He'd always push you away making sure you take pictures of Kageyama or Hinata instead of him and it frustrates you that you've got zero images of Yamaguchi playing. Although you've shared selfies together, it was different in the field he was in. You knew he'd get anxious when it came to serving especially in matches but why is that taking a picture of him was scarier?

-

You two were now stood at the roof of your house as you show him the difference between each angle and why was it important. With the afternoon sunset in front of you, you couldn't really help but capture its beauty, then smiling to yourself viewing the photo and seeing how all the gorgeous colors were peeking through, surely not even needing to enhance it. You show it to Yamaguchi and he smiles at the photo.

Once you were distracted by your previous shots flicking continuously, Yamaguchi takes the time to admire how the sunlight reflected on the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He loved how the colors displayed on your cheek looked like gracefully painted art on another masterpiece. He adored how your hair looked softer than usual. He especially loved the reflection that was on your eyes, nothing but the ethereal sunset.

In his eyes reflected the view he's loved since he was a kid, you.

"Do you remember when we were kids we used to think that we could chase the sunset cause it was near to us?" Y/N asks with a smile, her eyes still locked on the sky. She turns to him with the softest expression and Yamaguchi can feel the dryness of his mouth, unable to speak at what he thought.

"I remember we'd always push each other when one of us was nearer. Tsukishima even screamed for us to get back to him." Y/N laughs, Yamaguchi gives her a chuckle reminiscing on the memories. She leans closer to him and takes in his features.

How can they bully a boy whose yet to realize his beauty?

She wonders about the huge difference between the moment and the image. Right now, all she can feel was the urge to close the distance between them, just to be with him. The urge to just sneak in a photo without him knowing. Yet if this moment was to be captured, all you could see was friends, relaxing at the sight of the sun beaming down.

Both parties wished the moment would last, both at the realization of love silently blooming in their system.

-

You were once again in the Karasuno gym, yawning at how their practice still kept going. A week has passed and all you've been feeling is being unmotivated to do anything. The newspaper club had nothing on their hands and you don't even bring your camera anymore knowing there wasn't much to do anyway. You were just in the gym to wait up for Yamaguchi and Tsukishima but it was pass the time you told yourself to wait.

You grab your bag before letting out another yawn and standing up, scratching your eyes. You bid goodbye to Kiyoko and the team but they neglected it, focused on what they were doing. Yamaguchi notices you were about to leave so he goes to Daichi, telling him he was going to go home too. He says goodbye to Tsukishima, who didn't mind as he watches his best friend wholeheartedly chase the girl he loves.

"Y/N!" He shouts running after you, not even bothering to change with his bag barely holding onto his shoulder.

Do it.

I have to.

"Don't you think you're taking so long?" Tsukishima asks while he waited for Yamaguchi to finish up so they can walk to school. Yamaguchi zips up his bag and immediately walks to the taller boy, greeting him a good morning before they began to walk.

"Where's Y/N?" Yamaguchi shrugs, opening his phone to see if you texted but was met with none. Tadashi sighs as he hears a scoff from beside him. As they walk they pass by a colorful poster, Tsukishima takes a chance to read it then turning to Yamaguchi who was ahead of him.

"Take her." Tsukishima exclaims and Yamaguchi stops in his tracks, not knowing what he meant. Tsukishima adjusts his glasses before pointing to the poster, Yamaguchi following where he was pointed at and his cheeks were already tinted pink at the idea.

"Tsukki-"

"Your eyes are practically digging her to the ground. Don't think I haven't noticed, idiot. It's been years." Tsukishima says nonchalantly and Yamaguchi takes another glance at the poster. His hands grip the strap of his bag, and he takes a deep breath before speaking.

It's been years.

"I will."

"You're taking me where?" Y/N asks as Yamaguchi continues to drag the sleepy girl, holding her hand. Hand in hand, all he can think about is how to calm his screaming heart. He can see his younger self smiling down on him, knowing he finally had the confidence to hold her hand.

"Do you have your camera?" Yamaguchi asks, picking up the pace when he looked at the time on his phone.

"I don't, Yams- where are we going?" Y/N worried asks. It was 6:54 and you haven't eaten anything and you were sleepy too. It certainly didn't help when a boy suddenly drags you with him to a place you weren't even sure about the location.

"Please Y/N! I-I- just this once and I p-promise, it'll be quick!" Yamaguchi stutters as you two make a turn to be in a place full of crowded people. You suddenly stopped and Yamaguchi gently holds your hand once again, caressing it gently, the instinct to comfort you when he noticed the doubt in your eyes.

"Hey, we won't be lost. You got me."

He reassures, making butterflies swarm around you. He guides you to the crowd of endless muttering, looking back at you every once in a while. He sees the way your eyes wandered everywhere, the sight of curiosity on your e/c eyes. He lets a smile fall on his lips, feeling glee at the image of your expression when the festival starts. You'd grip on to his hands whenever you felt like it people were pushing you and he'd turn to a better place to sneak in to the front of the crowd.

When you look up you see lanterns lighting up the night sky. You let your hand drop from Yamaguchis, in awe at the scenery. Hundreds of lanterns covered the sky and soon everyone had their eyes on each lantern. Everything felt silent. You let the alluring lights take over your thoughts. Your heart was aching at the thought of Yamaguchi bringing you to a place like this.

He stands there, with two lanterns in his hand with your initials on each, his eyes landing on you.

How does she still stand out in a field of stars?

Yamaguchi goes to you, tapping you on the shoulder lightly as your eyes lock you can see your reflection with the floating lanterns behind you and his reflection doing the same to your eyes, both with the same thought:

My favorite view.

Yamaguchi hands you the lantern, and you thank him. He lights it for the both of you, and in sync you lift the lantern off of your hands, watching the lanterns swirl around each other like stars finding its soulmate.

"T-tadashi..this is everything. How?" You ask him, he faces you with a hand to the back of his neck and pink painted cheeks.

"I- I saw the poster on my way to school a-and you've been looking down for the past days, I thought this would make it better." He explains, and you nearly felt your knees weaken at his sweet gesture. You immediately wrap your arms around him, your head buried in his neck. It takes a second for him to respond but he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer. Smiles on each faces, and hearts content.

"Thank you, Tadashi." You say softly and one hand leaves your waist to place it on your hair, caressing it with immense care.

"It's nothing, Y/N. C'mon let's take pictures." With his words ringing in your ears, your head quickly pulls away from his neck staring at him with wide eyes and he just chuckles to himself, also surprised he's gained the courage to finaly allowing you to take a photo of him.

You pull away from him with the biggest smile on your face, grabbing your phone from your bag, opening your camera and you immediately take a picture of the lanterns above. Yamaguchi just stares at you, grabbing his own phone taking a picture of you with his favorite smile and your eyes looking at the lights. He opens the image and his heart swells at the stunning girl that was in front of him.

No wonder she likes photography, I didn't know you can capture beauty twice.

Once Yamaguchi was busy staring at the new batch of lanterns, now covering the sky with multiple colors unlike before, you finally grabbed the opportunity to take a photo of him. You look back on it seeing his smile, the blues and reds of the lanterns bouncing off his eyes. You noticed how Yamaguchi was the only person that caught your eyes even if he was surrounded by hundreds of people, that alone makes you realize how bright your admiration was for him.

"Y/N- can we take a photo?" Yamaguchi shyly asks, and you nod at him while you take your place beside him, with his hand placed on your arm, not even bothering to think about how close you two were knowing if he did he was sure to faint. You extended your arm finding the best angle there was, befor smiling to the camera with the lanterns behind you. You didn't notice that Yamaguchi wasn't looking at the camera, but instead he was looking you.

While you two point excitedly at your favorite lanterns, time went by now you were walking home talking endlessly about the scenery you just went to. The streets were filled with your laughter and the moon guiding your way home.

You finally reached your house, but before he can say his goodbye your arms were around him once again. Funny how silent you two were, but with an embrace said hundreds of words you wanted to say.

You pull away from him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, stunning him leaving him stood frozen. Then his hands reach the surface of his cheek, a finger hovering over the skin you've kissed.

"Thanks, Tadashi."

"You're welcome Y/N."

As he leaves, the night lingers on you two. Two sleepless souls with not so quiet thoughts as Yamaguchi reaches over his phone, dialling your number pressing the device to his ear, the ringing of the phone coming to a stop when you voice comes in the scene.

"Y-yamaguchi?"

"Y/N..I had so much f-fun today." Yamaguchi states, making you hum in agreement. He bites his lip, unaware of his next move. He takes a deep sigh before choosing his next words carefully.

"C-can we meet up? I'm so sorry it's late but I just wanna say something to you in uh person.." He says and you stretch before sitting up from your bed grabbing your jacket and combing your hair.

"Give me the place."

-

You had earphones in when you walked to the location Yamaguchi told you to meet, walking mindlessly scrolling through the images you took with him. You couldn't help but blush at the photo when he held you close. You locked your phone, scared you were going to bump into someone. So when you tilt your head you were greeted by a Yamaguchi muttering to himself and repeatedly slapping his hand to his cheeks as if he was prepping himself. Your head tilts in confusion as he paces around in his sweats and acting as if he was talking to someone.

You remove your earphones, pausing the music and placing your phone and earphone inside your pocket. As you tried to walk to him to ask him what's got him so nervous, the words that leaves his mouth got you to stop thinking properly.

"Y/N- I l-like you? No no that sounds like a question! Damn it uh- I like you. S-since we were kids- is that too cliche? How am I gonna confess before she meets me-" He rants and your mouth was open, unsure if you heard it right. You watch as he turns to you, now both shocked at what was happening. Both wide eyed and silent. If Tsukishima were to see you two, he'd simply let out a laugh.

"Y/N-"

"Yamaguchi- is that t-true?" You ask him and he covers his face in his hands, hiding he's warm cheeks as you step closer to him. Your thoughts running in circles but your body moved before you even planned what to say. You were now in front of him as you pull his hands away with his head low.

"I-it is. I'm so sorry you had to hear it in that way b-but you've been with me since we were kids and I really can't find any other reason not to.. like you." He says and you also feel your cheeks heat up with his confession. You believed his words, your memories playing like a movie in your mind. You remembered the times your were blindly chasing the sunset, remembering how you met as kids, remembering his comfort when you were sad. How can you possibly not feel the same?

"I l-like you too, Yamaguchi."

He looks up at you to make sure you were being serious, then he sees the sincerity in your eyes and he smiles to himself before placing a peck to your forehead with his hands on your hair. You lean into his touch, your head on his chest and you let him wrap his arms around your body. The smile on your faces that night was something that'll never fade away.

"I'm your b-boyfriend now huh?" He asks jokingly and you chuckle before pulling away, hand to his cheek caressing it gently as Yamaguchi presses his cheek onto it more finding it so comforting and peaceful.

"Of course. How can I say no to that?"

-

BONUS:

"No PDA or I will beat your asses." Tsukishima says stubbornly as you two laugh. Yamaguchi wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean your head on his shoulder.

Tsukishima rolls his eyes before speaking.

"I should've never shown you the damn poster."

[werebutch]

For me, everything really got so much better when I turned 18. There's a bit of an adjustment for the first little bit as you start to learn what it means to be an adult, but it honestly brings good things.

Advice time!

1. Get some kind of storage, and keep all your important documents there. Any tax receipts, passports, proof of employment, ect. When you move, it rules to just open a drawer and have all that stuff ready to go. Obviously also make this a secure storage, if you can

2. Cooking! Even the higher-end dishes can be cheaper than eating out almost anywhere. Provided you don't live in a food desert - those are worth moving to a different city to get out of. If you're completely unknowledgable, refried bean burritos, steamed vegetables, stir fries, and most breakfast food are good ones for people just starting out. I've been cooking since forever, and anyone is always welcome to message and ask for recipies, fyi! Also while you're learning stuff, fixing clothes is a great one to pick up if you have the change. In general, how to fix things is always worth learning if you can.

3. Don't feel like you need to move out just because you're old enough to do it! If your parents are people you like (or don't really mind at least), consider staying with them and focusing on building up finances. If you need to get out, see if you can join a rental group, especially queer-focused ones. It's always cheaper to rent with roommates. Keep in mind that living with other people is a skill that takes time to develop and there will be road bumps.

4. There's a lot of new things to do & try! Hell yes. Don't feel like you need to do any of them, just because they're easier/legal to do. Especially for drugs (including alcohol) and sex (especially kink / risky sex). If you do want to try a new thing, start with a smaller amount. Doing something too much or too intensely can really be a rough experience, and doing something in a small amount will let you get a good feel for it, while keeping your head clear enough to understand what's happening.

5. Fuck rules and manners. Learn how to say no to people, its the best skill to have. Also, learn how to say yes - specifically when you're offered help, or free things, or any act of kindness. If someone is offering something, it's often because they'd legitimately be happy to see you have it.

6. Go thrifting! Buying high quality used clothes, instead of fast fashion, will have a much longer life span. Go to shitty little music shows! Go to dingy diners at 2am! But also take care and joy in taking care of yourself. Self maintenance will seriously make everything else much easier, and getting into the habit early will really help.

7. Whenever you move out, you'll be in a totally different environment, and that's really spooky. The first 3 or 4 nights will likely feel scary, and like you made the wrong decision. Big changes are hard, and leaving the consistency of your home is intimidating. Normally, I always say trust your gut instincts, but this one is usually wrong. Humans are built to survive, and your brain doesn't trust new things. Once you've lived there a week or so, you'll love the place. If you still feel like you shouldn't be living somewhere after 3 weeks or so, you should start looking, if you can afford it. Keeping a good and healing space is serious a #1 priority.

8. You may have been lied to about credit cards. My parents, teachers, and a bunch of people basically hammered home "don't get a credit card or you'll lose all your money". I didn't get one for so long, and I was honestly so proud. But, it was a struggle! Occasionally a place will only accept credit, and it'll suck to be locked out of them. Also, you won't build good credit that way. My recommendation is to get a card that doesn't have any fees (doesn't matter about points or whatever) and just use it for 1 or 2 of your purchases a month, that you know you can easily afford, they really don't need to be big. Pay it off immediately. If you end up taking out any loans, pay them on time! Most people recommend paying the maximum amount off of a loan each month, but as a new adult, it'll be ok if you want to hold onto more of your money, and only pay the minimum each month. That's totally OK, just do it on time! As long as you do this, you'll have really good credit.

9. Own it! You're in control now. For me, the simple little thing of picking out my own hand soaps is something I treasure. It's your life, and it looks like it now! You can get posters, fairy lights, plants, anything! Give your space some personality, make it feel like yours! Note- posters feel a little dingy after a while, even new ones. If you have some you like especially, buy some frames for them, or get them as tapestries. Both feel way fancier and more adult. But posters are cheaper, so you can get way more of them.

10. Once you're out of school, it'll be a bit harder to make friends. The best way to do it is to go to social events, like board game nights, hobby groups, ect. Anything with a shared interest means you'll likely find some people you vibe with. Don't feel like you need a ton of friends! Just a few is fine, you want to make sure they're people you truly like being around, that are good friends to have.

11. Oh shit also get vaccinated before you do any of that social stuff. Also,,, maybe look into health insurance. It's a seriously good investment, (more if you're in USA, in Canada it's not needed quite as much. Dental, on the other hand, is definetly worth getting). If you're on your parents insurance, stay on that for as long as possible! It's free baby!

12. Don't try to become what you thing an adult "needs" to be. It's your life, being an adult can be whatever you want it to look like! And, honestly, the first step of being an adult just looks a lot like being a teenager, just with a bit of change every year or so. Take it slow, and put yourself first.

13. That's it! There's probably a bit more I could put on here, but this feels good. I'm open to questions! If this ends up getting posted, this includes other people too! It's a scary process, but it can be a really good thing, and it has been for so many people I know. Good luck, be safe, have fun!

this is super helpful once I start wanting to move out, but I’m not quite there yet :) thank u tho this rlly helps me prepare lol

[serenityseventeen]

Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The Fifth Letter

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To: Kwon Soonyoung

From: Y/N

Hello, Soonyoung.

It hasn't been long since we've known each other. I know that now, after the semester of Junior year ends, we won't be able to see each other. The only way I was able to see you was because we took a performing arts class together this semester. Next semester, after winter break, I'm taking music.

I want to tell you this but even now, during winter break, I'm still not sure. Maybe if we had more time to spend together, I would have the courage to talk to you and develop a better relationship with you. I'm not sure if you know, but I think I liked you. Or, I admired you at least.

Soonyoung, you may be the craziest boy I've ever seen in my life. When I took performing arts with you, you were timid at first, which I found cute. Now, you have no trouble talking to me at all. I realized that once you talk to a person once, you can talk to them a million times again. Thank you for talking with me.

You're cool. Whenever someone in the class feels discouraged because the teacher is being strict, you always remind them that it's fine and you nicely correct them. That happened to me too. I know that I'm probably not that good at dancing but because of your help, I could find the difference of very small details like which angle I'm facing, the angle of my hands, all that. You're sharp and concise when it comes to dancing and that makes you cool.

I appreciate you for helping me dance. I'm quite a hard worker so whenever I couldn't get something right, I would keep practicing. Everyone would be resting at the side when it was time to rest, but I couldn't rest unless I perfected a move. Thank you for always dancing with me. I know you're always tired after dancing but you manage to make it seem as if you're always full of energy and sometimes, you really are filled with energy.

I think the reason for falling for you was because of your personality and how you took care of everyone. You were a kind guy that wasn't afraid to stand up for other people. My heart especially fluttered when I saw you asking the teacher to stop yelling at the students for not getting the moves right. I like you a lot and respect you too, Soonyoung.

I also really liked how you danced. I still remember that first time our teacher put on some random music and asked us individually to freestyle. Almost everyone didn't know what to do so we just moved our bodies. I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete idiot while freestyling at first, right?

Well, compared to you, all of us seemed like complete noobs. The way you read the music and moved your body to the beat and rhythm of the song you heard for the first time was mesmerizing. Whenever I think about it, my jaw always drops. You were so cool and my heart was racing. Your hand movements were sharp and the amount of body control you had was truly amazing, Soonyoung.

That's the true reason why I wanted you to teach me to dance. That's the true reason why I asked you to watch my freestyle. I admired you so much, Soonyoung. I really respected you and your dancing. I felt so inspired by it.

I just know it, that day when I walked up to you in the classroom, fumbling with my hands, I must've looked like a complete weirdo, right? Since we didn't talk much, I didn't expect you to remember my name. I don't know if you saw me blushing, but I was.

“I have a request... Can you watch my freestyle?”

Your flustered expression was really cute. Your eyes widened a little and I think I saw your ears turn pink too. You went like “hm?”

When you watched my freestyle, I'm sure you were disgusted, but I'm thankful that you didn't walk say because it probably looked as if I had no potential to be a dancer (yes, this made me fall for you as well). You helped me learn to read beats and continued to tell me which parts of my freestyle were good. You taught me a lot of things regarding freestyle and quickly, I was able to find my style and improve overall as a dancer.

You also started recording me dance. I was shy at first, but I'm thankful you did it. I don't know if you still have the videos on your phone because we don't communicate outside of school, but I hope you don't have the ones when I was still beginning to freestyle!!! Gosh, it's like haunting me just thinking that you still have the videos!!!

I also want to thank you for this hehe... During the days when we were given free time to dance, talk, and practice, I saw you dancing to SHINEE. I want to thank you for that. I was just practicing my freestyle but then you invited me to learn a dance by SHINEE. When I first saw their dance, I was immediately hooked. You then taught me slowly, step by step, for the days when we had break time. Now I know so many SHINEE dances that I've begun learning to dance to different kpop songs in my room.

All this time, I've just been talking about how kind, caring, and cool you are because that's what I thought of you. You were so cool, Soonyoung. I admired you but I also know that I liked you. To me, you felt like a friend but at the same, it seemed like weren't close enough to be that. We were hovering in the middle of classmates and friends.

I'm pretty sure that you don't think of me the same way I think of you. To you, I'm probably like a pupil. We got along well though. I got to see your cool side through dancing and you also had a shy side too. When you finish performing your freestyle and realize everyone's looking at you in awe, you get so shy. I don't know but I find that so cute.

It was a bit of a pity that I only saw you once every few days a week. I wanted to see you more often and possibly, we could have been dancing buddies too. I've learned to love dance because of you. If only... Sadly, we aren't in the same classes this semester. I sort of predicted it.

The school is pretty big so seeing you isn't easy. Plus, aside from learning dances together and caring for each other as classmates, we didn't have anything special, did we? I mean, whenever you moved my arms while behind me, I'm pretty sure that I was the only one who had my heart racing. Seriously, you shouldn't do that to people! I don't think you're aware of how attractive you are, Soonyoung.

Each time you hover behind me and take my hands or stand behind me to help me adjust my arm's position, I always get flushed with butterflies. Like, you could do it from the front, but the back brings you so much closer to me that I get so flustered. Every. Single. Time.

You're close enough for me to smell your scent, hear your breath, and feel your breath on my neck. It's extremely ticklish too. Do you know that I like you!?

I find it to be a pity that we didn't have any classes together aside from the dance class. If we did, maybe we would have gotten a bit closer to each other. I don't only want romantic relationships that's not even my goal with you. I want to be your friend and dance buddy but we still aren't close enough for that, are we?

So, if I ever happen to bump into you again whether it's in the hallways or by pure coincidence, I don't think I'd be able to say something to you. Sorry, Soonyoung, I'm a coward. I'm constantly driven by the negative thoughts and the possibility that you don't think of me as a friend or dancing buddy but just someone who learned a dance from you. I'm still extremely grateful to you though and I won't care if your true intentions for teaching me were to train yourself. I still like you a lot even though I'm sure it'll fade.

To me, you don't seem like a bad person. You seemed to always be passionate and genuine about dancing. You're kind too. I liked you a lot because you were genuine, passionate, bright, and kind. You were cool, inspiring, and showed me so many new things.

I know this letter to you had mainly just been contaminated with me telling you how grateful I am toward you, but trust me, this is a love letter to you. I did like you. I liked you because you showed me new things and because of all your other qualities. I don't know, I'm a confusing fool.

In the end, we are probably just like strangers to each other, but that's okay. We only spent a semester together, meeting twice a week, so knowing you would have been equal to not enough time anyway. Because I'm sure you probably don't like me the same way I like you, I can rest assured in my head that this letter would just make you proud of yourself. Of course, you should be proud of yourself.

I'm glad that I met you even if it was just for a little while.

Time is seemingly hating me but I can end this letter off with a smile.

Sincerely,

Y/N

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© serenityseventeen

6/20/21 - 7:10 pm

a/n: I'm going to post this love & letter series to my Wattpad as a separate book instead of in my seventeen imagines book. + I went down day6 memory lane and started listening to their songs again... I love them so much too + I'm excited for even of day comeback!!!

[awxward]

A3! Boys + My Stuffed Animals

Spring Troupe:

Sakuya

Gabriel

Gabriel is a small elephant with big ears that constantly make him fall over. He has a pink bowtie that says 'I Love You'

Makes Saku feel safe and Gabriel is a reminder to himself that he's loved and appreciated by everyone at Mankai.

Named after a friend from theatre class :)

Masumi

George Washington

George Washington is a tiger. He is small, but his arms are like those slap bracelets so you can wear him on your wrist (or let him hang on the side of shelf like I do).

So I got Georgy-Boy for easter 2020. i asked my friends for name ideas. They sent me stuff like 'Stripes'. I went offline for a few minutes and when I came back online I told my friends his name was George Washington.

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Me: tiger has a name now

Friend: which name did you choose?

Me: his name is George Washington.

Friend: what the fuck. how'd you get George Washington?

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Pretty sure he got the name bc I was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack.

Citron

Daniel

Daniel is mostly pink but has other pastel colors that look like watercolors. He's a unicorn. And a ketchain. And he's one of those dream lites, so he lights up. (He's supposed too anyway, but he's never lit up since i got him like 7 years ago at a yard sale).

Named after Daniel Howell (formerly danisnotonfire) [YouTube]

Tsuzuru

Lucifer

Lucifer is a small panda pillow pet. Very easy to travel with bc he fits in most backpacks.

My mom told me she wanted me to have a stuffed animal with a biblical name, i picked him up, looked her in the eye and said "His name is Lucifer." My mom tried to protest. "You said a biblical name, Mom. Lucifer is in the bible."

Itaru

Pao(???)

Pao is a panda. They are also a phone holder thingy. Like it'll hold your phone if you're watching movies or whatever.

Like 5-ish years old. Got them from a friend. They have a tag with their name on it, but I read it once and then just called them "the panda" for some reason instead of their actual name and now the tag is too faded to read the name, but i am 38% sure it says Pao or something close to that.

Chikage

Tsuki

Tsuki is a dinosaur. Tsuki is a sparkly dino. He's green rn, but if you brush your hand over him, the sparkles turn over and he becomes orange. I like green tho bc his tummy and the bottom of his feet are orange and so are his eyes.

Named after Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu)

Summer Troupe:

Tenma

Hinata

Hinata is a narwhal. A bright orange narwhal. Infact he is the same color as Tenma's hair.

Named after Hinata Shoyo (Haikyuu) [bc its the same color as his hair. there is a theme with this narwhal and the anime boys i associate with them]

Yuki

Steve

Steve is a regular teddy bear, except he has a shirt that has pikachu on it. (the shirt was originally Tsuki's bc i got tsuki at a friends build a bear bday party, but it fits Steve better)

I just think Yuki would try new designs/color schemes/styles by making clothes for Steve to see how they look.

I got Steve from a claw machine (my bf at time won him for me just before we watched Endgame together.)

Named after Steve Rogers (Marvel)

Muku

Eeyore

Muku most definitely loves the Winnie the Pooh movies and I will fite for this hc. He gets my Eeyore. You know how Eeyore's tail is always going missing or falling off??? Eeyore's tail comes off (velcro) but its attached to his actual body with a string so it cant be misplaced.

Eeyore has a patch that says "official disney store" but i got him for $3 at a thrift store.

Misumi

Sherlock

Sherlock is a polar bear. Sherlock is very huggable. He makes Misumi feel safe. He has a hat and scarf (that don't come off. they are sewn on him)

the hat has a pom pom on top and the scarf has a pom pom on each end. the hat and scarf and the bottom of his feet have a blue/white plaid pattern.

Kazunari

Victor

Victor is a puppy and the first big stuffed animal of mine on the list! He's all tan and abt maybe 3-4 ft long. Victor lays pretty flat so he's comfy to lay/sit on. I think Kazu would like sitting or laying on him when drawing. Probably has him on his bed so he's like a giant pillow.

Victor is from Toys R Us. I got him last August-ish from my Aunt and Uncle who found him at a thrift store and thought I'd like him.

Named after Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Kumon

PJ

PJ is a small white tiger. He is also a ball. He can fit in one hand. When Kumon is thinking or stressed or bored (etc) he just lays on his back and tosses PJ up into the air.

When Kumon is laying on the floor tossing PJ, Misumi sits on the bed closest to where PJ is and tries to grab him (but only if Kumon is in a good mood and okay with it) It's a fun little game they made up they like to play.

Pretty sure he was named after KickthePJ (YouTube)

liber pls give us a pic with all of autumn i am begging

Autumn Troupe:

Banri

Sammy

Sammy is another one of my large stuffed animals. He is also a puppy, but unlike Victor he is sitting instead of laying. He's abt 2-3 ft tall. His fur is the same color as Banri's hair. Great to squeeze at anytime, but very therapeutic when you're in a bad mood. Has a heart on his ear.

i got him abt 7 years ago. I had just finished spn season 2 and was upset abt the finale and had no way to start season 3.

Named after Sam Winchester

Juza

Tiggs

Tiggs is a beanie baby tiger. Tiggs is a little larger than PJ (and not a ball). He's a regular orange tiger instead of a white tiger like PJ. He'd buy Kumon PJ so they could have matching stuffed animals. Small and very comforting to just hold/hug.

Omi

Benedict (Ben)

Benedict, also known as Ben, is a small koala. Just a little bigger than Tiggs. He has a heart on one of his feet (i think the right one). very soft. very fluffy.

Named after Benedict Cumberbatch (Actor)

Taichi

Dean

Dean is my largest stuffed animal. He is a dark brown teddy bear that's abt 4-ish ft tall. He can be put in a corner and used as like a bean bag chair, or he can lay down flat and be a good pillow like Victor can.

It's very fun to just wrap around him and squeeze as tight as you can. Especially in when your in a bad mood. Very comforting to cry into.

I got him a couple years ago at a thrift store.

Named after Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sakyo

Lev

Lev is a lion abt the size of a regular teddy bear (maybe slightly larger). I got him a thrift store so he's slightly worn out from age. He's mostly a pastel dark yellow-ish tan and his mane is dark brown. very huggable.

He's the stuffed animal I sleep with. Smells nice all the time, like the fabric softener.

Named after Lev Haiba (Haikyuu)

Sakoda

Emotional Support Iron Man

So Iron Man is small and he sparkles. He will hurt you/someone if thrown hard enough. Sakoda likes heroes bc they remind him of Sakyo they look cool. I'd hc that he got Iron Man from Sakyo when he was younger and its one of his most valued possessions and goes everywhere with him (or stays with Azamo or Sakyo at the dorm. Maybe Izumi or a couple others are on the list of who can watch over Iron Man.) Very protective of it.

Got the emotional support part of his name from a friend.

She saw Eddie Redmayne on a movie cover (think it was The Danish Girl) and started freaking out bc she loved him. I handed her the Iron Man and the next day she thanked me and said he was an Emotional Support Iron Man and the name stayed.

Azami

[Emotional Support] Spooder-Mon

Sakoda knew Azami as a kid. He most definitely got him the Spider-Man so they could have matching plushies.

Spider-Man is square and has little blob hands doing the web thingy. The tag said travel pillow, but he probably just chills by Azami's bed. When needed, Iron Man will be placed next to him if Sakoda can't take Iron Man with him.

I brought him to school one day and we had a bio test and all the people sitting around me passed him around and gave him a pat for good luck. We all got good grades and then he was dubbed as Emotional Support Spooder-Mon, but the Emotional Support title isnt part of his name (unlike the Iron Man).

i wanted guy in the pic, but i also wanted tsumu and hiso in the pic so you get 2 pics for winter

Winter Troupe:

Tsumugi

Phil

Phil is a zebra. He is a pillow pet zebra. Like Lucifer, Phil is also easy travel size. The bottom half of Phil is pink, so I refer to him as my pink zebra.

I just think it'd be cute to have Tsumugi with a pillow pet ok. I also thought he'd probably have has Phil for many years (since he was a kid) and Tasuku most definitely brings up things from when they were kids and shit.

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Tasuku: you chose the pink zebra, and for what???

Tsumugi: its a very aesthetically pleasing pastel pink.

Tasuku: THERE WAS A DOG PILLOW PET RIGHT THERE AND IT WAS CUTER

Tsumugi: dont talk bad abt Phil.

the rest of mankai: ????????

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I got phil before I got Lucifer many years ago. He was old when i got him and he is very old now. I love him so much.

Named after Phil Lester (AmazingPhil) [YouTube]

Tasuku

Cap

Cap is a husky. He was won from a claw machine with Steve.

There's just something abt the grey and white that gave me Tasuku vibes. Also, Cap's eyes are abt the same shade of blue as Tsumugi's and Tasuku knows this bc they are in love. Very squishy when hugged and with the way he sits, you could make it look like he's guarding something.

Named after Captain America (Marvel)

Homare

Ushijima (Ushi)

Ushijima, also called Ushi, is the last of my giant stuffed animals. He is abt 2-3 ft tall (like Sammy) and has a tail abt the same length.

Ushi is a raccoon thats mostly hot pink. Ushi's eyes are also pink and just abt the same shade as Homare's hair, although Ushi's fur is brighter by a few shades.

Ushi hurts when thrown/swung hard enough. Very fun to hug bc he's filled with beans (like beanie babies) so unlike all my other giant animals, he doesn't have to be fixed/adjusted after everytime you squeeze him. The tail has cotton tho and makes a good pillow.

Homare would definitely just see a 3 ft tall hot pink raccoon and claim it with no explanation.

Named after Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu)

Hisoka

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd (Vlad, Drac)

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd, who has many other names but usually goes by Vlad or Drac, is a vampire (surprise).

Vlad is a squishmallow thingy, and their tags say something abt them being able to be used as pillows, and thats why Hisoka gets Vlad.

Vlad is triangular in shape, with triangle ears, and triangle fangs, so I thought abt Misumi, but i figured Hisoka bc it's a pillow.

He's like the perfect travel size and he has a cape and a bowtie.

Named after Vlad the Impaler, the real life inspiration behind Dracula (my brother thought he was named after Vladmir Putin and I wanted to punch him for that but I was too busy laughing.)

Also named after Dracula, who was a vampire.

Idk where 'the 3rd' came from, but it's part of his name for forever.

Azuma

Sebastian

Sebastian is a dinosaur thats blue with a white tummy.

He's also a squishmallow, but he's bigger than Vlad by abt 2× as wide, so he'd be harder to carry around, which is why Hisoka got Vlad instead. Being a squishmallow means he looks more blob than dinosaur and i love it.

His tag said his name was Dominic or something, but I named him Sebastian before I actually checked the tag, so he's Sebastian.

Named after Sebastian (Black Butler) and Sebastian Stan (Actor)

Guy

Moriarty

Moriarty is my other polar bear. I got him with Sherlock and named him Moriarty bc Moriarty is Sherlock's nemesis.

He's just a plain white bear thats very huggable and adorable. I usually have a bowtie on him bc it makes him look fancy.

Guy would like him bc he's plain white and very fluffy.

[jerseydeanne]

Henry Cavill has never been afraid of a challenge.

The British actor, known for his ripped physique in Man of Steel, spends hours training for his physically demanding roles. But the 38-year-old says he didn't discover his love for the gym until later in life. "When I was in school I played sports," he tells PEOPLE. "I wasn't the most spectacular physical specimen back then, but I definitely had drive."

That drive helped him land his first major physical role in Immortals. "I was doing a lot of martial arts and bodyweight exercises because it was apt for the character," he says. "And the first time I really moved into lifting weights properly was for Man of Steel."

From there, says Cavill, his fitness journey took shape. "It's evolved and developed in its own way depending on the characters that I've played or what I've had access to — the facilities, where I've wanted to go with my body and what I've wanted to do."

These days, he says, he likes to maintain a baseline level of fitness that can be adjusted depending on his work. "I will do a lot of body building work for an aesthetic look for a project or a role," he says, adding that he focuses on different body parts on different days.

Cavill's fitness came to a halt in December after injuring his hamstring while working on The Witcher. While some people suffer a mental blow when injured, the Justice League star chose not to see it as a setback.

"When I look back, I realize, yes, it was a hard time," he says. "I think one of the skills I've picked up over the years is just forging ahead regardless of difficulty or hard work or trials and tribulations. So when the hamstring injury came, I tried to look at the silver lining. It was like, 'Ok. I was working insane hours and it was exhausting and I now physically can't work because I'm on crutches.' So I was focusing more on taking the time off and going, how can I best heal myself?"

He explains further. "When it comes to my mental health, [I] focus on what I can control and work on that. And that gives me something to work towards rather than something to deal with or work through or manage my life through."

With the injury now behind him and no immediate roles coming up, Cavill is working on sprinting. "I want to build a better engine," says Cavill, who has partnered with MuscleTech supplement company. "One of the things my physical therapy for my hamstring showed me was that I have a lot of capacity in my engine but I have not accessed it. And it's something which I really want to build upon."

Nutrition plays a big role in this endeavor.

"Fuel is extremely important," says Cavill, MuscleTech's Chief Creative Director and Global Brand Ambassador. Over the years he has learned what works for him — and it works so well that he eats nearly the same thing every day.

"My diet at the moment is more maintenance because I don't have any shirtless scenes coming up," he explains, before listing his daily intake:

"Breakfast is a scoop and a half of 100-percent grass-fed whey protein with a cup and a half of oats and berries blended with water, plus a two-egg omelette with two turkey rashers and 4 ounces of beef filet."

"Three hours later I'll have 6 ounces of chicken breast with white rice, and three hours after that, another 6 ounces of chicken breast with brown rice. Three hours after that I'll have 5 ounces of filet of beef with sweet potato." Before bed, he'll have another protein shake.

He also allows himself one cheat meal a week. "It all depends on location and what I'm feeling. One of the great things about cheat meals is that you'll probably be thinking about it for a week and once you get there, it'll be an excited order of a pizza or Indian food or it will be a Sunday roast which I'll cook to make an event out of it."

Cavill admits that mental health plays a huge role in his overall wellness.

"I've been dabbling in stoicism. I like some of the core tenets: Don't let that what you can't control affect you, don't let it affect your mental state. Only worry about the things that you can control."

The message complements MuscleTech's new "Strength Redefined" campaign, which is redefining what it means to show strength through the accomplishments of everyday individuals, including first responders.

"We have all the necessary ingredients within us to become whatever we wish to become," says Cavill. "We have that strength, we have that resilience. And it's just about keying into those necessary ingredients and then utilizing them to intentionally create a physical self as well."

[kenmasgameboy]

PIPSQUEAK

a kuroo x gangmember!reader

summary;

" you like to cause a bit of trouble, pipsqueak?"

" pipsqueak? seriously?"

Life for you got turned upside down after your first year at Nekoma high. Realizing it was too dangerous, your parents sent you back to live in Miyagi and attend Karasuno with your old friends. Kuroo Tetsuro, the Police Chiefs son, comes into contact with you in the most unexpected way possible, bringing trouble wherever you both go.

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Prologue.

      High school was never that interesting to you. Though, you'll admit that it was a good way to help the days pass. You always found different games to help.

At first, games to you meant sneaking out of the house, slashing tires, almost getting arrested, going to parties. You had a bad reputation. You had been mixed up with all the wrong people before at your old school. But now you were going to turn your life around. Even if that means that now games to you would mean studying. Kind of.

         The closest you'd probably get to your new life would be getting in trouble for minor things at school. For example, falling asleep in class was a specialty of yours. Truly, an art form. Waking up to that sweet slap of a ruler against your desk was better than any alarm clock you'd ever hear. The rush in your chest, the heat to your cheeks, the sweaty palms. Incredible. But that is it. You promised your mother that this year you would be making her proud at Karasuno. You wouldn't be hanging out with those "thugs" as she liked to call them. You would keep up, maybe pay attention, and maybe make some more real friends.

       The truth was that school never felt like a real challenge to you. Sure there were plenty of difficult subjects that made you feel stupid but you always kept out of the drama, minded your business, and kept your head down. It was fine. There really was a target on your back now that you were the new girl at school though, and you had adjusted week by week meeting new people and reuniting with some old ones, too. But ultimately you decided the social system just wasn't made for you. There wasn't really a good place for you to fit in, or maybe it just wasn't comparing to the kind of family you made before.

      Today was one of those days where your motivation was at its peak, you were taking good notes. Studied for a quiz, been overly diligent. Then that sweet beautiful sound of the lunch bell rang, you pulled out your food, grabbed your skateboard, and left the classroom in a bit of a hurry. As you were leaving you started to hear a conversation:

      Dude, don't worry, I have it completely handled. Watch...

      "(Y/N)!" Narita, your classmate called for you once you exited the room and into the hallway. He stood next to Ennoshita who looked like he would explode any second. You knew Narita, him and Ennoshita were in Class 4 with you and you really didn't have that many real friends at school but you wouldn't mind calling them that. They were some of the friends you were reunited with from middle school, they were a big comfort to you when you transferred in.

      "Hey, how's it going?" You slowly walked over, trying to find your excuse to leave and take a nap without seeming impolite.

      "Great, good. Thanks, yourself?" Narita answered for him and Ennoshita. He also seemed in a hurry for some reason but was much worse at covering it up.

      "Pretty tired, but uh, for the most part—" You started but your sentence didn't last long.

      "You should come to my party! Uh— Our party. We're having a party it would probably wake you up. It's in Tokyo! I mean—" Narita came in strong.

       "Nice, buddy. You really do got this handled." Was all Ennoshita followed it up with, "Gotta go, see you guys in class."

       "A party?" You laughed a little, just because these guys were anything but the partying type. You started walking and Narita was following you like a hawk, "Don't you guys have volleyball practice or something?"

        "Yeah, of course. But not this Friday night! I mean technically we do but we'll be done at 6:30. Party can start at 7:30." Narita followed up, "All the volleyball guys will be there, too. We have a summer training camp in Tokyo starting on Monday so this is kind of the only day we can get everyone together. We already had our friends from Nekoma invite pretty much everyone they knew."

       "N-Nekoma, huh?" Your smile wavered, "That sounds like it'll be really fun for you guys. Thanks for the invite, but I don't really know anyone on your team. Plus, I can't get to Tokyo by 7:30." You said, declining as well as you could without making your answer too suspicious.

       "Well, yeah about that. Um, by 'it's in Tokyo' what I meant to say was Tokyo guys will be there. They're volleyball players, too, actually." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck and adjusting his satchel, trying his best to act cool and lean against the vending machine you were using.

       "So, it's a Volleyball mixer with you guys and a bunch of guys from Tokyo but it's not in Tokyo? Where is it, then?" You asked for the elaboration, kind of liking this dancing way to get to the point.

        "Yes, well and other schools in Miyagi, too. It's a lot of schools, I mean I'm talking Nekoma, Fukorodani, Aoba Johsai, Johzenji, Date Tech, Shiratorizawa.. maybe.. Inarizaki.. and more.. again maybe. But it's at Kinoshita's house. Which is still kinda far, but it has a pool! His family is loaded and they'll all be gone this weekend." Narita finally got to the point.

        "Sounds like it'll be a good time for you guys. I'm happy for you, sounds like you've made a lot of friends from other schools." You cheers'd your milk to him and started walking again to find a place to eat.

        "No, no. Girls will be there, too. It's kinda the whole point."

        "You really have to work on your pitch." You said plainly.

        "Please, I need your help (Y/N). I was put in charge of getting girls to come to this party." Narita begged, you couldn't help but let out a laugh at his desperation. In all your years of knowing him and being in the same classes you had never seen him talk to a single girl who wasn't in a group project or something related to it.

        "Why you?"

        "It was either me or Tanaka."

        "Oh, then definitely you are the better choice." You agreed, having known just from the previous stories he's told you. "Interesting proposition. I'll think about it."

       "You'll think about it and say yes?" He tried, "Every time I talk to a pretty girl I feel like I'm going to throw up, I can't talk to groups of girls and invite them to a party. But you're likable, more well known now since you're the new girl."

       "First of all, rude that I don't make you want to throw up. I'm pretty, sometimes."

       "Fair."

        "How about, I'll say yes if you tell me who it is you have a crush on, which girl you most want at this party then I'll help out." You offered. Narita thought for a minute as you started eating your lunch.

       "Fine." He nodded, "This is my duty to my boys." Then he leaned into your ear and whispered the name of the prettiest and smartest girl in your class: Ichika Yua. Ichika was going to be a tough sell.

       "Alright. A deals a deal. You've given me a secret and I will do what I can do. How many girls do you need, anyway? Are we going for a 1:1 ratio or..?"

       "No, these guys need a much higher chance I think. Let's try a 4:1 ratio."

       "Yeah, actually you're gonna take what you can get."

       "Yes, ma'am."

        "Now give me the rundown on your team. I don't really know any of them and I need to know for my pitches I have to do this week. And don't think because I'm doing some work means that you can slack off okay. I really only know 2nd-year girls, if you want 3rd year or 1st you have to go to them. You need to try too. Also, will there be alcohol?" You listed off your demands and were straight forward. Narita made a slow nod,

        "Oh, I almost forgot. Do you know any girls from Nekoma who could come?" He asked you the dreaded question.

        Yup, you were originally supposed to spend your high school years at Nekoma High School. When you were entering high school your dad got a job offer in Tokyo, forcing you to move out there after middle school. Then after everything happened, your Mom knew it was too risky to let you live out in Tokyo still and she shipped you back here to go to Karasuno and live in a small apartment by yourself. You have family friends who come to check on you and your parents visit when they can. It's not horrible, at least now you get to come back to streets more familiar.

      "Um, I think the girls I knew from Nekoma aren't exactly the girls you want at a party. Besides, you should just ask your volleyball brethren to ask some girls and pull their weight. Or are they too pretty for you to talk to?" You teased Narita and knocked his head.

      "Hey, girls are girls." Narita held his head from where you knocked it.

      "Sure, if thats the case then the next time you see me I better be seeing some chunks."

     You and Narita continued to eat lunch together that day. Until you realized you only had a limited amount of time left and had to use the bathroom before class so you excused yourself. You skated away around the outside of the courtyard with a bun in your mouth and around some of your other classmates, waving.

        "Dude, uh. Who was that?" A guy with an aggressive appearance walked up to Narita, having walked past a few minutes before but stayed just to gawk.

        "Huh? (Y/N)?" Narita clarified, innocently.

        "(Y/N)... wow. What a beautiful name." Tanaka sighed in simp, "Is she our year?"

        "Yeah, man. She's in my class. You never noticed her before? I'm surprised she was the talk of Karasuno guys for like the whole first week of this year." He laughed. "She is technically new to Karasuno this year. But she's from Miyagi, I've known her since grade school."

        "My babe sensor has been reserved for Kiyoko only recently. Trying to be loyal." He humphed, "You guys a thing?"

       "What? No, no." Narita laughed, "No, we've just been friends for a while. She's helping me get girls to come to the party on Friday."

       Tanaka jumped up with optimism, "Yes! This is going to be the best party of our high school lives!"

       "I hope so." Narita rubbed his neck to try and tame his nerves again.

       "(Y/N).." Tanaka sighed again, "You know who's gonna go nuts when they get a look at her, right?"

       "I know."

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Looking Ahead (Halloween One-Shot)

She sat in front of her mirror with a steady hand and liquid eyeliner. She rarely got both eyes to be identical and it seemed like this was going to be another failure. She could see her boyfriend through the mirror fidgeting with his costume.

“Y/n,” he sighed, “I can't get it. Can you help?”

When she looked harder in the mirror to see what his struggle was, she smudged her eyeliner, “Fuck me,” she groaned.

He laughed as he came up behind her, “I'm busy,” she stuck her tongue at him through the mirror and continued to fix her face, “Just forget the eyeliner. You look pretty like that,”

She wiped the rest off before calling it quits. Turning to him, she could see that his buttons were all one off, “Perhaps your struggle is,” she began to unbutton his costume jacket, “that they're all off by one,”

He leaned down and kissed her nose as she adjusted his costume, “You're so smart. That's why I keep you around,”

She raised an eyebrow, “Is that the only reason?”

“Something about love too probably,” he grinned and she rolled her eyes.

He turned her in his arms so they were both facing the mirror, “How do we look? As good as they look on the package?”

She insisted on doing couples costumes when she found out her friends were throwing a Halloween party. They went through a few ideas (that Michael had shut down) before landing on this. She thought he looked beautiful in his prince costume. He had picked up a much darker version than the one she expected but it suited him. It was black with red stitching and his blonde curls made him look even more charming. In turn, her dress looked as if the fairies had turned Sleeping Beauty’s dress red instead. She didn't complain. She thought they could look cute but Michael wanted something a tad darker. He said it was called ‘compromise’.

“Listen, Princess,” he smiled, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, “Are we ready to go?”

Thankfully, Michael’s mom had let him take the car. There was no way Y/N’s parents were going to be that cool. They were staying overnight and while her parents were chill about a lot, drinking and driving were not one of them. They all but made Michael take a blood oath not to drink and drive with Y/N in the car. Of course he was able to put them at ease and they did trust both of their judgements.

When they pulled up to the house, it was already 11pm and the party seemed in full swing. The music was flowing out the windows and they could see it was packed just from looking in. As they walked up the steps, they saw one of their classmates puking off the side of the porch. Michael gripped Y/N's waist a touch tighter as they walked past and through the crowd to get to the drinks.

He leaned into her ear to speak over the music, “If you ever wanna go, just let me know. Don't feel like you can't say when,”

Pushing his curls out of his face, she nodded, “I know. We just got here though. It'll be okay,” she smiled and handed him a drink.

Y/N was known around school primarily for being Michael’s girlfriend. She was essentially his only and best friend. Before her, no one dared approach him. He sat alone most of the time, his only company were his thoughts. When Y/N moved to town their senior year, that changed. While Michael would tell you she forced her friendship on him, he'd always say he was glad. She made him a new person and he couldn't imagine a time without her. That being said, her friends were still apprehensive even now.

When her best friend, Sara, came over to talk to her, Michael was polite. He smiled at her but he did not speak. He could sense her uneasiness. He simply stood by Y/N, holding her waist as they talked and giving space when she needed it. When Y/N asked him to dance, he happily obliged. He would never tell her not to talk to her friends but he liked having her to himself. These social settings were not made for him. When he seemed to zone out, she took it as that but when she could not get him to pay attention to her she knew something was up.

“What is it?” She wrapped her arms around him, “What do you feel?”

He kissed her before speaking, “You're going to think it's cause I want to leave but...something's off in here. We should go,”

“What do you mean ‘something's off’? You have to elaborate more,” she replied.

He shook his head, “I can't, really. That's all I have for you,” He looked to the front door, frowning, “Okay, I'm sorry but we have to go,” he grabbed her hand and quickly led her out the front door. She stumbled a few times trying to match the strides of his long legs. Unlocking the car door, he opened her side and quickly helped her in.

“Michael, what is it?” She said out of breath but he did not respond. He rushed over to the drivers side and turned over the engine in a rush. As he drove down the block, she could see police lights in the rear view mirror. They stopped in front of Sara’s house.

He glanced over at her while he drove, “That was it,”

She took his hand in her lap, “Sara’s gonna be so pissed.”

He laughed, “We can go eat. Would you be up for that? It’s only-” he looked down at the time on the radio, “twelve-thirty”

She agreed and he pulled into a local 24-hour spot. The sign outside boasted of a famous cheesecake and that had Y/N sold. She was a sucker for desserts. She slid into the booth and Michael followed behind.

“Ew, Michael,” she laughed, “Are we really gonna be the couple who sits on the same side of the booth?”

He grinned widely, taking her face in his hand and planting a sloppy kiss on her lips, “We absolutely are,”

The waitress came and went. Y/N hadn't realized how hungry she was until she was waiting and the wait truly did feel like forever.

“Oh my god,” she dropped her head dramatically on his shoulder, “I'm so hungry” she whined.

He reached his arm behind her and pulled her body close to his, “You're like a toddler,” he laughed, “It should be out soon. It hasn't even been that long,”

“Are you sure? It feels like forever and a day,” she looked up at him. Taking advantage of the angle, he dipped his head down to kiss her. She laughed, trying to push his face away but instead felt Michael lick her hand. “Disgusting. Why do you hate me?” She laughed so loud the old trucker at the counter turned to look at her.

Michael contained his laughter and put his hand over her mouth, “You're so loud. Holy shit. People are gonna think I’m doing something to you,”

She moved his hand from her mouth, holding it where it hung over her shoulder, “Okay, okay,” she took deep breaths to calm her laughter.

When the food finally arrived, Y/N was beaming. Michael was just glad he made it out alive. They were sharing a plate of fries and each had a milkshake. Michael had chocolate and she had strawberry.

“Here. Open up, big baby” he laughed as he fed her a fry. She sighed in contentment and laid her head back on his shoulder. They continued eating like this until Y/N looked up at him with a serious expression.

“Michael, can I ask you something?” Her eyes were wide but he saw no negativity in them.

He quickly washed down his fry with a drink, “Of course. What is it?”

“Do you love me?” She bit her lip.

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, “Is this where I get in trouble for not saying it enough?” He continued eating.

“No, I just mean-...Well, I’ll be leaving for college soon and I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. Because I do love you and I want you. I want to be with you,” she spoke so plainly but her words rang true. He felt the same way and to hear her speak them out loud was a comfort to his mind.

“I love you, little one,” he kissed her nose once more, “I'll be here as long as you'll have me. Okay?” He tipped her chin up so he could get better access to her lips when they kissed.

She beamed up at him, relieved at his response, “Okay, no more heavy stuff I promise. You can eat now. I won't bother you.” He picked up a fry and moved to feed her. She opened her mouth in anticipation and at the last second he quickly popped it in his mouth. “Rude!” She laughed and swatted his arm.

“Excuse me, ma'am. You said you weren't going to bother me anymore!” He laughed, almost choking on a half-eaten fry.

“That's what you get,” she chuckled as she cuddled deeper into his side.

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life update

it's the middle of november and i finally have some time to type. currently using a new keyboard right now and it's there's some adjusting.

it's not like i didn't have a lot of time to type, it was more like I always thought I needed the setting to be perfect, which is different from when how I use to type. I use to type whenever things just bothered me, or when I wanted to. Nowadays, it feels like I need the perfect scenario to do it (other times it's because I'm lazy).

but now i'm here. where's here? in the city that i've always wanted to be in, with the community that i've missed so much.

if you told me a year ago that i'd be here, in this apartment with beautiful views and amenities, a pinterest mom roommate, a full time ux position, and a boyfriend, i would've probably been really confused. i would've probably just scoffed and laughed. but once again, life has proven the seemingly impossible, to be possible.

where do i even start. i moved here almost two months ago, but it felt like i've been here for an eternity, in the best way possible. i think it's because my weekends are usually filled, so within this short span of time, i've made so many memories that made it seem like i've been here for a long time. i would say it's a good balance though, i see my friends often enough and i get alone time too. i think living with a roommate has made me feel less lonely because there's always a body there. he went to LA for a week and the apartment space felt quite empty and i think that's when i knew that i think i'd like to live with someone (or a cat). it feels nice to share a space.

i got a boyfriend and a ux position three weeks after i moved it. it seemed to have happened all at once. i was offered a contract role at a kitchen + bath appliances company and my boyfriend asked me out when i visited him in canada. even typing this out sounds so surreal. who knew this has been such a transformative month and a half. i feel like i'm still trying to settle in and process everything, so it'll come with time.

but i'm so grateful. so grateful to be here, looking outside of this study room into the city. so grateful that my parents agree to let me move out and financial support me when i didn't have an offer yet. grateful to my friends and all the new people i've met.

honestly, a part of me doesn't feel like this is real. i went to the lany x keshi concert and it was one of the best concerts ever. amazing music coupled with my general high on life made the concert x1000 times better. during that concert, i realized how far i've made it. in the sense that, i use to cry listening to lany and now i don't anymore. and this is pivotal because it shows me that i really have moved on from the past emotions i've felt, and i, essentially, have the trifecta now. i was talking to a friend about this too. i feel like my maslow's hierarchy of needs is slowly being met, and i just feel so grateful for that. grateful to start falling in love with life, and the present again.

my boyfriend has been a great person to lean on. we talked for five months and decided to make it official about two weeks back. he's such a lovely person. he's grounded, humble, funny, and kind. overall, he makes me feel warm.

at the same time, i don't know what an adult relationship looks like to me. the last time i officially dated, we were both in school. the time that i really liked another guy, we were never exclusive. and he did hurt me a lot. now, i'm in my second relationship ever and i'm almost unsure how to approach it, or what being in a relationship now looks like to me. it seems like my friends who are in relationships or LDRs know what they want, it makes it seem like i'm almost lacking in my relationship, but at the same time, i'm happy where i am with him. i do wish he could be a bit more expressive though, or just have a little bit of romantic gestures. he's not really good with that kind of stuff.

i just want to spend more time with him in real life. i want to hold him and enjoy our time together in real life. it's hasn't been too hard since we started out as long distanced / over ft anyway, but the hard part is not being able to see each other often. we are planning to see each other at least once a month. i wonder if that will be enough though.

i have many things i want to work on now: discipline, focus, time, design. many topics to learn and i'll go through them. i don't feel completely satisfied with what i typed today but just know that i am pretty satisfied with life. i'll be back, hopefully soon.

11.09.21, 5:08 PM, seventh floor lounge