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hell-drabbles · 5 months

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(tbh, I don't even have the angel cards cuz I'm broke lol🙃, but I'll tell a few thing's what I noticed on other people's post about them either the comics, message's, or stories and theories)

Let's start with Rafael, the dude is like that one insecure kid in the family that always get compared to their other siblings or cousins, Gabriel is the messenger, Michael is the right hand, Rafael wanted to be acknowledged as something, he sees god as kind and benevolent being and being too merciful so he wanted to be the one who punishes evil for him because he loves god and wanted to understand him in some degree, so he judges based on his beliefs wether they're innocent or not and just like other Angel's, his views are always on god and wouldn't acknowledge the God's other creations because he sees them unworthy of God's recognition, bro is already insane (and God didn't even reprimanded this type behavior idk) and had spiraled further since God disappear when peepaw Solomon died, so ever since then he sees all of his decisions and other forms of punishment as a will for/from God in hopes he will come back one day and see his work.

So, the Christmas event happened and most of us know about the chastity belts they wear as to keep them pure for god, and out all of the three seraphim, Rafael is the only one that had his successfully and actually taken off by Raon (that's what they say) and by the time our little rara came back to heaven, bro had his post nut happiness because no joke that the brother actually thought he had ascended into a higher rank than Michael and Gabriel after he experience his first nut (since Lucifer said that Angel's engaged in ecstasies and eventually stop before they climax) Rafael was in a good mood back in heaven during those days that he scared most of the other Angel's.

(that's all bro, I'm new to your blog and love your raon trash talks, sorry English is not my native language btw, you also get a follow, I'll still go a couple of research for the other seraphim)

[ and also After reading a couple of your Lucifer x Companion works I'm hooked, Raon is so rotten to the point I think he wouldn't stop even if ever one day Companion gets married to Lucifer and Raon would just insist that its for the betterment of hell lol bye]

Funny you should send me Raphael of all angels, I was actually starting to write about him. So that's how he's like huh? That's funny. I am going around and reading what I can find about him, especially his card lines because I get the strongest grasp of a character by the way they're talking. And wow, he's a delusional one, ain't he? Also, I take an interest in his relationship with Heaven, since it's pretty clear he has no love for the others that live there, and if need be, will burn that place to the ground if it aligns with his views on God. What a weirdo.

Haaa, my brain has been stuck on how the seraphim would take in interest in the Embittered Companion, and how that would descend into some good old obsession. I know for certain that they didn't take any interest in the Embittered Companion. It's only after spending time in Heaven do things start to descend. Of course, I naturally want each of their obsessions to be distinct from one another. Like, how I imagine Gabriel to take issue with anyone who keeps a feather of the Embittered Companion to themselves, regardless if they were demon or angel. And Raphael, he has a weird sense of when the Embittered Companion is about to become lucid, so he tends to be there and just, stares. And sometimes laughs for seemingly no reason. He's creeeeepy.

Michael, eh, I don't have anything on him right now. Maybe later.

And yes, yes, Ra-on is certainly a rotten little thing, because holy hell man, incel behavior is no joke and that shit is extremely hard to weed out of a person. So, Ra-on is going to be a frustrating character to deal with, but he'll get better eventually. It's just going to be a rather painful process because of how much he's gotta unpack. Thank you for liking it all!

#admin #embittered companion au

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siriuslysatorusimping · 10 months

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Another Level: Playlist Reveal

hiiiiiii, this is also a song for Physical Paradox, but I'm just thinking about Another Level right now and how cute this song is for them: Family - The Chainsmokers, Kygo

I know water that's deeper than blood

Honestly? Rinko hasn't had blood family since Yuzuki died, not really. The Zenins always treated her like shit, and Naoya was obviously a little shit since he stabbed her when they were teenagers. (She also kinda, ya know, killed him. But to be fair, it was self-defense. Also, did you notice that she killed him almost exactly thirteen years after he stabbed her?)

But Nanami was her brother. She loved him so dearly, and he loved her. He cared about her so much. He would never tell her directly, but she knew that she was one of his favorite people, just like he was one of hers. Their bond is so strong that no matter what AU they're in, they'll always be close. It's impossible for them to not be.

I know some people, they would die for me We run together, they're my family When I get up, they gon' be high with me I'll say, "Forever, my family"

She'll be keeping Nanami's sword forever, by the way. She's never getting rid of it.

The kids? Technically she does share blood with Megumi and Maki, and even though they're cousins, they both admit she raised them more than anyone else really did. Yuuta? He is her son. Blood or not. Toge? Obviously her son. Yuuji? Also her son now. Nobara? Not as close yet, but she's her child. I said in a comment on Anything But Boring that if you are a child and you talk to Rinko more than once, she unconsciously adopts you. Paperwork filed and signed. No questions 😂 Especially now that she will be taking over as Tokyo Tech's principal, this is just how she'll adopt all the children.

Speaking of principal, Yaga was a father figure to her. A better one than Gakuganji was in many situations, but Gakuganji has also been a father figure, albeit a shitty one most of the time.

But mostly? Gojo. Gojo has been her family longer than either of them would admit. But she became one of the most important people in his life as soon as he gave her a key to his condo, and he's been one of the most important people in her life since he showed up at her mother's funeral, and then later at her mother's grave so that she wasn't alone on her birthday.

Also, did you guys notice the parallel of New Memories and I'll Take Care of Her? Both were on Rinko's birthday, just seven years apart.

Stolen dreams took our Our childish days, still Ain't nothing changed now we're grown We're still young, still got Our mindless ways

If this ain't Gojo. And honestly? It's Rinko, and it'll be the kids, too. Their childhoods were stolen from them. But Gojo and Rinko are still going to try to make sure they get to have a bit of fun as kids. And that they have people in their lives they know care about them and love them and watch over them.

But yeah, this is Rinko's lil crazy as fuck family that she loves more than anything, and she will literally kill for them. 🥹

Just like she killed Sukuna 🙃😂

#another level playlist #goinko playlist #another level #jjk headcanons #Spotify

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natimiles · 9 months

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truth or dare: 🐇🍄🦋🐚

💕💕💕 (hopefully this time will send lol)

It worked this time HIASHES

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

I never wrote original characters 🥹 Not for any particular reason, I just never created one... But if we can consider the main characters, then it's both! Sometimes I write for MC, sometimes I write for reader and sometimes I mix them up in a big bowl! HASIUEHASUIHEA

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Currently, my favorite ship is Arthur/Isaac (I'm probably there, sandwiched between them). I think Isaac would look beautiful with his ears pierced and I think Arthur shares my opinion. He would totally try to pierce Isaac's ears for him and it'd be funny and wholesome 🤍

Arthur would be careful, but it still hurts. Isaac tries to stay still because he knows it will hurt more and disrupt Arthur if he moves, and he's trying not to cry, but tears are forming in his eyes. Arthur hears his lover sniffling and notices he's trying really hard not to cry and worry him. He finally finishes, and he's almost crying with Isaac, but he just hugs him and peppers kisses all over his face. Isaac tries to play hard to get and pretends he doesn't need kisses because he's not a child and he wasn't really crying... but he can't fool Arthur. And they end up cuddling, with Arthur showering him with lots of praise.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

Lately, it's Christmas, HASUHEAS. I'll be making our Christmas lunch (we do it on the 25th during lunch hours). My in-laws will be here, along with my mother, an uncle, my cousin, and her daughter. And I'm thinking how it's gonna be so much fun with a 2-month-old baby that cries every night 🙃

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

I love surprises! I also love planning surprises for others, but sometimes I get too anxious and excited, and end up blurting everything out for them... HASUIEHASUIHEA

#bicayaya #ask me #talking time #asking game

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krejong · 1 year

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Tag game: A meme

Thanks for the tag @batri-jopa and @dragodina!! ✨(Sorry it took me so much time to answer this that I managed to get double tagged, whoops!)

Are you named after anyone?

My first name is a shortened version of the name of my mum’s grandma. My middle names are the names of my godparents (so yes, I do have a male name in there as well)

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago, when I realised that the cream my piercer recommended for my nostril piercing bump was only making things worse, and she’d guaranteed it would work. I was trying not to have a full-blown panic attack about it. All in all, a very dignified moment. 👍

3. Do you have kids?

No, because I consider myself to still very much be a child. Maybe in a few years’ time.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I actually use it most with my German-speaking friends, but around my family I tend not to so much; I just speak plainly 🙃

5. What sports have you played/do you play?

I did aikido and some krav maga growing up. Otherwise I enjoy badminton and swimming right now, but I’m afraid I’ve never been a very sporty kid. One time when we were playing football in secondary school I managed to fall over the damn ball and if that wasn’t a sign from whatever higher power that I shouldn’t aspire to be an athlete, then I don’t know anymore.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

From the side it would definitely be their noses (I have a big nose, so I’m always looking for my brethren :p). I guess eye colour? Or height?

7. Eye colour?

Greyish blue with yellow thingies in there as well.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely a sucker for a happy ending. Maybe that’s because growing up my dad used to show us his favourite films (the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice and Love actually) a lot, who knows. Also especially love happy endings in queer movies; they’re even more special because there’s so few of them.

9. Any special talents?

Speaking three languages simultaneously. So I guess my special talent would be confusing people? 🤔

10. Where were you born?

What, you need my social security number too? I was born in Brussels.

11. What are your hobbies?

It used to be reading, but I’ve gotten so bad at that. Otherwise, writing, listening to music, and does learning languages count?

12. Do you have any pets?

Nope. Back in the day we had guinea pigs who were absolute public dangers, but they have been dead for almost 10 years now.

13. How tall are you?

1m80 on a good day. (Even though my cousin is absolutely convinced that I am in fact not 1m80 but instead 1m78. We’ve never got around to measuring though.)

14. Favourite subjects in school?

History. And English (but only in third and fourth year of secondary school, because screw you, Mr. R!)

15. Dream job?

One where people leave me alone. No but for real, I have no idea yet, even though everyone keeps asking. I guess I’ll figure it out eventually 😅

Tagging: @anafrndz @except4bunnies @lucy-in-space @disappointingsalad @weidli and @julietherebel

#tagged

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cornwaiidesu · 2 years

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a lot of people's parents always fuck them up growing up that's common and mine sure did too but my dad has a special place for the shitty brain worms he gave me.

it's one thing that my mother and step-mother care too much about their looks because they are women and have the whole world telling them they look wrong, and it's even worse when they married my dad who puts so much value on women's looks. he had such an opportunity to grow. he has such strong willed and feminist daughters and he still won't listen and still will talk to his black daughter about how much he hates black folks and black women in particular because he's such an edgy pick-me uncle fucking tom.

i have a lovely boyfriend who tells me every day how pretty I am and I even have strangers tell me occasionally that I'm beautiful, and my dad does too, but then he'll turn around and talk about how stupid and ghetto Megan and Lizzo and the like are.

he's said to my face he wishes he could punch certain black women in their mouths. that black women are all such bitches. that all the African girls at his nursing home are fucking idiots. that he likes Nicki's body but hates her voice and attitude. like. GOD.

I hate it and I hate him and I hate myself for even caring so much about what he says but how can I not? he's my dad. I have to help take care of him. and I feel so worthless. 🙃 like I'd be the fat stupid bitchy fucking idiot black girl he'd love to punch in the mouth if I weren't his kid and weren't graced with some of my mother's white features like her nose. I'd never pass as white these days but I am lighter skinned and maybe if I were as dark as him he wouldn't think I was as pretty as all his white nieces he gushes over because theyre so beautiful.

I look at myself in the mirror and think "golly I feel so bad for Robert that I'm so ugly and not worth showing off." cuz all dad ever does is brag about how pretty and petite my stepmom is. he loves his white in-laws so much more than his black blood relatives. he never talks about my blood cousins, he still hates his dead mother, and only thought of my grandpa fondly after he died. and notice grandma didn't get the same mercy!!! :D I know no one should be obligated to like their parents, just look at me, but also my grandma wasn't Satan. the rest of us found the good in her and loved her.

dad clearly has deep deep fucking seeded internalized racism but if you ever pointed it out he'd either wear the badge with pride or if it was ME who pointed it out BECAUSE I HAVE he weeps and sobs and is inconsolable because it hurts his heart that I'd ever be ashamed or disappointed in him. it's not fair. he's manipulative.

he hates his mother so much and he acts just like her. imma call his dumb ass black tony soprano and he'd probably take it as a fucking compliment.

tldr; literally no one could ever convince me otherwise that I'm not a fucking ugly pig monster because dad has called women even more beautiful than me the same because he hates himself too.

#rant #ignore me #delete later

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actualtext · 2 years

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Dec 8, 2022

Reflection

1. What is going on inside your head right now?

I feel like the more I know about anything, the worse I feel. For example, learning about my homelessness. Or learning about anxiety, depression, PTSD, etc. I feel like knowing about these things and being able to identify them when they are occurring only makes me feel self conscious and broken.

I think the assessment made me realize I'm not taking as good care of myself as I previously thought I was and that makes me kinda sad. Haha I thought I was doing so well but there's so much to improve on and that thought makes me feel tired. I've been sleeping a lot more than usual since we last spoke and I still feel sleepy. There are circles under my eyes thats I've noticed lately..

2. What negative emotion keeps cropping up the most lately?

Mostly that no one wants me around. It's a silly thought because my friends love me, deep down inside I know they do. They make it obvious whenever I see them. But when I'm not with them I always feel like maybe they don't like me or miss me. It especially hurts me when I try to make plans with them and they have to cancel for some reason. It feels like they just don't want to be around me.

3. What has made you the happiest lately?

I told myself I wasn't going to date anymore after the traumatic event happened with my cousin, because I would be leaving soon but also because I wasn't ready to trust men. I tweeted something about how it was kind of difficult to function normally after a traumatic event had occurred, and an old friend liked my tweet. This old friends name is Jaime, we dated briefly but I went off to college in a different city and he stayed behind. We hung out a few times since the incident with my cousin and I told him what went down. I've been talking to him a lot lately about how I've been so bummed out and he always does something to make me laugh and feel better. He's a very comical character. Always makes me laugh so I think the rekindling of our friendship has made me the happiest lately.

4. The last time you felt this way, what did you do?

The last time I felt extremely anxious, I ruined a friendship. My pal Leo didn't know how to tell me that he would be less involved in my life cause he got a girlfriend. I thought he just hated my guts. I kept asking him if I had some something, and if he hated me. He wouldn't ever give me a straight answer so I thought the worst. Ultimately I came off as clingy and overbearing cause I was doing everything to not lose him, and then I did. 🙃

5. What holds you back the most from moving on from negative emotions?

Probably me forgetting about any reassurance I've received. I have a terrible memory so sometimes I'll forget how someone consoled me and go back to feeling how I felt before the consolation.

6. Which emotions are you trying to avoid right now? why?

Right now I'm trying to avoid feeling like a complete screw up. I was asked recently to participate in a panel discussion, but what I hate most about those is the part when they ask about where I am now. I feel stuck as if I haven't accomplished anything lately and that kills me. It's true, I haven't accomplished anything lately, but I wish I was okay with that, rather than feeling like less of a worthy person because of it. I don't wanna do the panel. I'm probably going to cancel, even thought I would consider it an achievement.

7. What is your inner critic telling you lately?

That I'll end up like my mom, severely depressed and unhappy. She had a hard life though, and while I have also had a hard life, it's not as bad as hers was. I feel like I'm in an ocean of sad feelings and I'm trying so hard to stay afloat as opposed to drowning in it but I'm getting so tired of fighting the current trying to pull me under.

#reflection

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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i miss sub!steve rogers

I really miss him too! I think he'd fit really well with a thought that I just can't shake this week, I'm so wrapped up in the idea of backshots and then taking pictures on a polaroid camera. To the point that I got a fucking polaroid camera this week

I just love the thought of a sub!Steve trying out different positions for the first time and using it as a chance to explore his interests. Particularly because I don't imagine he's tried many.

I think he'd like to start off with the more intimate ones, where he gets to see your face and gets to whimper his pleasure against your hot skin. He can lose control and watch your face while you take it, and you let him give in and ground himself in sensation, rather than thought.

The sight of you on the bed, on your hands and knees for him is one he won't forget though. The way your back curves, presenting your soaking wet, fluttering core to him almost makes the man drop to his knees and delve his tongue deep into your warm heat.

He doesn't do that though. Not on that first occasion anyway. His head is ruled by an uncomfortable, throbbing need in his cock and it's one he can't ignore for much longer. All thoughts of a condom leave his head, he's just so keen to be inside you like this. "Oh my God." He groans with one huge hand on the small of your back, pressing gently to guide you onto his dick, rather than thrusting it inside you.

You gasp at the initial slide. You always do. There's something so delightful in the feeling of him rubbing against your velvety walls and feeling your body accommodate him. Your head almost spins at the realisation that he's now fully seated inside you. There's nothing at all keeping you apart anymore and it doesn't get more intimate than this.

"Fuck, you should see yourself." Steve's voice is almost a whisper, gripping and massaging your ass and groaning at the sight in front of him. This position is a little more than what he's used to but he's entirely convinced it's one of his new favourites.

"Take a picture, Stevie. It'll last longer." You tease but when you look back over your shoulder at him with a fond smile on your face, he does his very best not to fuck you as recklessly as his brain tells him he needs to.

You'd left the polaroid camera on the bed for a reason, he now realises. That's new to him.

Things get just a little bit away from him though. He can't bare to be so deep inside your throbbing heat but not moving so he gives himself a few little test thrusts first.

One turns into two. Two turns into three. Three turns into Steve moaning and sobbing, mesmerised by the bounce of your ass when you fuck yourself back on him. "Oh h-holy shit. God, that fucking ass. Sh-shit, I'm not gonna last." That's fine. In fact, it's essentially a compliment. The slap of skin on skin fills the bedroom, along with Steve's soft whimpers and your moans.

"That's okay, Stevie. Make a pretty mess for me." That's all he needs to hear, just your soft, gentle voice, coaxing him to completion. He knows better than to finish inside you but he's never been more tempted to just press as deep as he can and fill you as he is in that moment.

He resists the urge though, pulling out as he always does, this time cumming over the swell of your ass with a few frantic sobs. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He chants, spurts of hot cum painting your skin, marking you as his.

"Holy shit." He sounds totally spent and you can't help but notice how he lifts the camera with a shaky hand, snapping two photos of his spend glistening over your ass. "One for you and one for me." He smiles, kissing you gently before going to fetch a damp cloth.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #sub!steve #I have an account on tiktok where I post some original poetry #just tugging on recent life events and seeing how my brain manipulates it? Nothing serious #and I woke up this morning and one of my old best friends had viewed the profile #We haven't even properly spoken in like a year #but I know damn well that if I popped up to her now and told her I needed something #she'd be at my house in seconds #so I might run away to avoid the painfully awkward conversation that will no doubt be coming in the next few days #I feel like I have caused chaos this week #and I'm cool with that #I was giving a presentation to 50 something senior members of staff on Tuesday #and then noticed my cousin was one of them 🙃#mf didn't even ask me any questions #I'll pull him up on that when I see him again #most likely at the family Christmas party

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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💛 Being Itachiyama's Manager 💚

Miss Manager Breaking

Through Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa Kiyoomi featuring Itachiyama and MSBY x Female Manager

Warning: kissing, Atsumu again

An: This is a anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

You worked HARD for this one YN

Seriously Sakusa is 🥵

But the mans walls are built higher than the Great Wall of China 🧱

So when you become the manager for Itachiyama, you have your work cut out for you 👏🏻

The first person you meet is definitely Komori

Literally a freaking angel sent from above 😇

He's a Leo so he's freaking sweet but also has a fun side to him

And his fun side definitely includes teasing you

But he's also super helpful

Honestly you become besties after the first practice 💅

But it's when you meet his cousin, Kiyoomi Sakusa that your heart flutters 💓

You try to approach him numerous times

But all your advances fail

"Would you like a drink Sakusa?" - you, handing him his water bottle

"No"- Sakusa, walking away 🚶‍♂️

Ok then 😬

Ok so plan #1 was a bust

Onto phase 2!

"Hey Sakusa would you like some help wirh your spikes?"- you, being freaking adorable

"No"- Sakusa

Oof 😬

Komori notices you advances and he totally is team YN here

He comes up to uou after practice and talks to you

"Don't give up on him YN. He's just closed off"- Komori

It's a good thing you are persistent YN 👏🏻

The next day, you are doing laundry

You notice the team lacks laundry sanitizer

So you decide to being it up to the coaches

"Hey coach! I was just noticing we don't have Laundry sanitizer for the uniforms or practice jerseys. Since the guys uses them alot and they get shared, I think it would be a great addition!"- you, freaking ecstatic about laundry sanitizer

I mean, so am I but this isn't about me 🤣

"Anything else YN?"- coach, smiling at your enthusiasm

"Yes! More sanitizing wipes so I can wipe down the volleyballs! The cloth I use just isn't cutting it and its cold season!"- you

It's so adorable how you are worried about the boys health

And it just so happens a certain someone happened to be listening 👂🏻

👁⬜️👁 (that's Sakusa behind his mask leave me alone 🤣)

Unbeknownst to you YN, you've broken the barrier

Suddenly Sakusa appears behind you when you are putting on hand sanitizer

"Omg Sakusa you scared me!"- you, jumping and probably having a heart attack

"Have lunch with me tomorrow?"- Sakusa

You 👉🏻😃 what...

Sakusa 👉🏻 I'll pick you up from your class

*walks away* 🚶‍♂️

Komori 👉🏻👁👄👁 holy crap!

Needless to say, your relationship eith Sakusa was slow

You started having lunch daily, followed by him walking you home from practice every night

Sometimes Komori would join you which Sakusa was not a fan 😅

I mean, half the time you would talk and Sakusa would just listen

But that became comforting for him

You can't tell me he's not a man of routine because he is

And you fit nicely into his routine YN 🥰

It was literally months before he even asked you to be his girlfriend

And he just sprung it on you

👐🏻 picture this 👐🏻

He's walking you home nd you are blabbing about how the coaches got you a new fabric softener for the jerseys

Suddenly Sakusa stopped, grabbed your arm and spun you around

Mans lays a big wet kiss on your lips

He pulled his mask off for you yn 👏🏻

You 👉🏻😳🥺

"YN will you be my girlfriend?"

Freaking ABSOLUTELY 😍😍😍😍

And when Sakusa commits, the man commits 👏🏻

Hence bringing us to our days with MSBY

You and Sakusa developed your relationship through high-school and college

Eventually leading you to following Sakusa to the pros

When a position opened for a team manager, Sakusa immediately made you apply

Mans loves you and I can see him always wanting to be around you

Like you are just so freaking cute and bubbly but like not clingy or annoying 🙃

He totally adores you

But he does NOT adore his fellow MSBY members hitting on you

For example 👀

Atsumu 🙄

When Atsumu first saw you, he instantly made a comment about how gorgeous you looked

In front of everyone...

Sakusa was glaring 😑😑😑

Nobody knew that you were dating Sakusa, I mean you literally just got introduced to the team!

"YN you are so pretty!"- Hinata

Awe 🥺🥺

"Yeah! We are going to have the most gorgeous manager in the history of all the managers ever"- Bokuto 😍

Roll with it YN

"Awe you guys"- you 🥺

Sakusa is silently sulking

Mans did not expect to share all the attention

When practice continues, you are going about your business when Atsumu pops up next to you

"So YN, had anyone given you a tour yet?"- Atsumu

"Well actually-" - you

"I've got her"- Sakusa, grabbing your waist and pulling you away

"Kiyoomi.."- you

"Hey Omi stop hogging YN would ya!"- Atsumu

"Eat dirt Miya"- Sakusa

Ok then 😳

However, his patience finally boils over when he goes to change and shower, only to come out finding Atsumu YET AGAIN talking to you

What is up with this guy!

"So YN, you got a boyfriend?"- Atsumu, probing

"Actually I do! He's right over there"- you say pointing at a now prowling Sakusa

Atsumu 👉🏻😐🤨😳

You 👉🏻🤗

Sakusa 👉🏻 🏃‍♂️ 😑😠

"Miya I told you to leave my girl alone!"- Sakusa says, gripping your hip and pulling you back

Atsumu is too stunned to speak 😃

"Wait... you and Omi?"- Atsumu, finally able to mutter a sentence

"Yes! Actually we've been together since high school!"- you

Sakusa is still glaring

Atsumu just nods and turns to walk away

You go to look at Sakusa and the mans lips are on yours 🥺

He's a jealous bby 😘

"Come on YN let's get home"- Sakusa

You are one lucky lady YN

#haikyu!#haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kyoomi x reader #sakusa kyoomi headcanons #msby sakusa #itachiyama #sakusa x female reader #sakusa hcs #haikyu! x reader #haikyu! x female reader #sakusa #haikyū!!#kiyoomi sakusa

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Eddie x Plus!size reader

This was a request by @salenorona23

Brief description: Can i have a Eddie munson x plus!size reader. Where the reader is mike's and Nancy's cousin and she needs a place to stay bc there are no more rooms at the wheelers so mike asks the gang if she can stay with one of them everyone says no so mike decides she has to stay with eddie and his uncle eddie complaints but the reader comes up behind him and she says she can stay on the couch instead of his room he turns around and checks her out and falls in love with her Immediately and then eddie starts being a blabbermouth saying she can stay in his room with him but mike says no and that he has to take the couch. So the reader and eddie start to hang out and they fall for each other and at the end eddie tells the reader he is in love with her and she feels the same * sorry its so long im just watching a show and the idea came to mind you don't have to do it*

Oh shit I like this one. 🙃

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Warning: 18+ cursing and mild mentions of unprotected sex.

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"No. Nope. There is no room for her. I barley have room in there for my stuff. And there is absolutely no room for two beds." Eddie complained to Mike in the trailer with his back towards you in the small doorway.

" I don't have much" you whispered barely loud enough for Eddie to hear you. "I can take the couch if that's ok with your uncle."

The first thing Eddie noticed was The Lonely Mountain graphic on your tank that hugged your curves just right. Then to your ripped black jeans that were slightly worn between your thighs, with a black and grey flannel tied around your wide hips that the gods blessed you with. Down to your beat up black and white Chuck Taylors. Then finally up to your face. Your hair blowing in the wind like some goddess that blessed him with your presence. He noticed a pair of drum sticks sticking out of your knap sack. You had the sweetest eyes Eddie has ever seen. But the small frown you had on your face broke his heart.

You were frowning because of the inconvenience you were causing the Munson's and the rest of your family. You had just finished beauty school when your parents announced they were going on a 6 month backpacking trip to Europe. They didn't want you to stay alone in the big old house in the woods even though you preferred it. So they sent you to your aunt and uncle's house. But the Wheelers house was already so packed that you couldn't fit. You honestly didn't want to stay with the Munson's. You didn't know them. You know the whole stranger danger thing. But Mike convinced you that Eddie and his Uncle were really nice. However you didn't know that Mike had to convince Eddie if you could stay there too. Obviously the tall lanky guy with messy brown hair didn't want you there. But you hoped he would. Sleeping on a couch was better than sleeping on the floor or in a tent in the Wheelers back yard.

When you met Eddie's eyes. They felt like they pierced your heart. You noticed his frizzy curls that fell a little past shoulder length. You looked at his black and white baseball tee with the logo Hellfire on it. Down to his jeans with the hole in the knee and then his dirty white Reeboks. Seeing his rings and bracelets made you think of some metal head punk that was totally your type. You didn't know much about him only what Mike told you but seeing him there with his arms crossed made you nervous.

" Oh uhhhhh hilo...i-im Eddie" Eddie stumbled on his words. A mixture of hello and hi " Shit sorry Hi.

"Hi there I'm y/n " you giggled at his mistake.

" I-I was just kidding. You can stay with me."

"No!" Mike order noticed the shift in Eddie's attitude. " You'll sleep on the couch"

Eddie turned to give Mike a scowl.

" Seriously you're taking the couch." Mike said kinda scared.

You smiled at the exchange.

...

You walked into Eddie's room while he stubble around trying to clean up a little after Mike left. You saw his guitar first and Eddie noticed right away.

" She's gorgeous right?"

You smiled and nodded

"You play?" Eddie asked

You shook your head. "No but I play the drums. You pointed at your sticks still looking at his guitar.

" You could touch it if you want." Eddie would let you have it if you would let him stay in the room with you.

"Uh that's ok.. I'm kinda accident prone. I wouldn't want to break it or anything." You set your backpack and small suitcase down. You eyed the room looking at the posters and amps." You some sorta famous rockstar or something?"

"Oh man I wish." Eddie sighed. " We are still in the garage faze right now. Sometimes we play at this little bar outside of town. We are called Corroded Coffin." You smiled at the name. " Are you in a band?"

" Uhh I used to be. In highschool. But I kinda fell out of it. But I didn't grow out of my drums. Something about hitting the shit out something just feels kinda good ya know?"

" Y-yeah" Eddie had no idea what you meant. He wasn't particularly violent. Sure he got into fights at school mostly just getting his ass handed to him. He however could take a punch. He didn't like to fight. He mostly just cared about music and D&D.

" Oh cool you like Lord of the Rings too?"

"Sure. It's like one of the best books I ever read." Eddie admitted.

"Same." You agreed. You turned your back to Eddie and moved your hair to the side to reveal your neck showing him your Bilbo's front door tattoo with the words 'an unexpected journey " just underneath.

Eddie's mouth dropped. He swore he drooled a little. Holy fuck you were perfect.

You fixed yourself and turned back to him. He had his lips pressed and nodded.

" C-cool" he stuttered.

Tension filled the air.

" Uh you know I don't want to take your bed. The couch is really fine. I'm just happy to have a roof over my head."

Eddie was starting at you. Not hearing a word you just said.

"Eddie?"

" Oh what. Shit sorry I was uhh thinking about uhhh s-song." He lied. He was just so in aww of you.

" I said I can take the couch. I really don't mind."

"Oh no I-i can't let you do that....Mike would have my head of you weren't comfortable."

" Please I'm sure you could take him."

Eddie laughed at your assumption that he could actually take him. He probably could take Holly. But that's cuz she was still little and she was a girl. But if she cried he didn't stand a chance.

...

Living with a girl was nothing less than challenging. Remembering to put the toilet seat down for her was a hassle. And her using up all the hot water was a bitch. But when she emerged from that steam with damp hair and shorts Eddie need the cold shower afterwards. Uncle Wayne work nights so sleeping on the pull out was fine for you until the days he was off. You would stay with y/n in the room. With a pillow barrier separating you two. Eddie found it hard to sleep with you next to him. But the sound of your breathing was like a lullaby to him.

One day you invited her to band practice. Of course she was the only girl there. You guys didn't have girls around. But the lack of females didn't stop the guys hitting on her. Trying to show off their talents. Eddie didn't hit on you out of respect for Mike. But the others didn't care who she was related too. Gwydion let her play his drum set when you guys took a break. Trying to guide her in how to use them. She looked up to you grinning. You took a swig of beer to quench your thirst you had suddenly gotten at her smile.

You glared at Gwydion to backed off. And when he did she started playing a familiar intro. They guys knew the song well. After all it was your favorite band and you made them play it over and over. She started the intro again to let everyone get into their places except Gwydion. He stood back in shock that you could actually play the drums better than him.

Eddie joined you when it was his turn to play.

'white man came across the sea, he brought his us pain and misery, he killed our tribes he killed our creed, he took our game for his own need. We fought him hard, we fought him well, out on the plains we have him hell"

Eddie watched you as you banged your head while he sung Run to the Hills.

You sang along with him during the chorus. Grinning back and forth at each other.

When the song was over she looked so happy. It made your heart skip a beat.

" Looks like you've been replaced Gwydion." You said smirking at your opened mouth friend.

Her laugh was the sweetest music to your ears. Geez you were head over heels for her.

...

"Oh man that was fun. I didn't realize how much I missed playing with people." You said while getting ready for bed.

" I didn't know you liked Iron Maiden. That's my favorite band." Eddie followed you into his room.

" Oh hell yeah. You should see my vinyls. I think you might love me after you see it." You joked.

I think I'm in love with you now. Eddie thought.

Wayne was off tonight and Eddie didn't have a campaign so he wanted to spend time with you. He watched as you left to shower. Picking out a movie for you two watch. He figure something scary so that maybe if you were scared enough you would hold his hand or something. Eddie popped some popcorn and grabbed 2 beers for you and him. He just set them down on the dresser when you came out. You tripped on Eddie's guitar case landing right on Eddie falling to the floor. Eddie grunted at the sudden weight on him.

" Shit Eddie I'm sorry. Did I hurt you!?" You were worried as you got off and stood up.

Eddie laid there for a second trying to keep the memory of your body fully pressed against him.

" Eddie I'm sorry. I know I'm heavy. Please don't tell me you didn't break something."

Your words pull Eddie out of his head. He jumped right up. " No no you didn't hurt me at all. You're not heavy. Don't say that. I was just not ready to fall."

You looked like you were about to cry. When Eddie came to hug you. He breathed you in. You smelled so good.

" Hey I'm serious . You didn't hurt me at all."

After he calmed you down you sat on the bed while he put in Nightmare on Elms street.

Eddie jumped when you laughed at Tina running away from Freddie in the alley. He had to admit that he was definitely more scared of the movie than you were. You scooted closer to him resting your head on his shoulder.

Damn I wish I could kiss her.

...

" Common Wheeler let me-"

"No! Alright." Mike cut off Eddie

" Please man let me ask her out."

"uhh ok." Mike said

"Really?!"

" No not really Eddie." Mike said " Dude she's leaving in 2 months"

Fuck Mike was right. She was leaving. How could you start something with her if it was just end as soon as she left. Shit why couldn't she stay?

"Ok. I won't Wheeler. I'm sorry I brought it up"

"You leave her alone ok."

Eddie agreed. He had to distance himself from you. He didn't want to but he had to. For his heart. It was gonna break if you didn't want to stay.

Later that week Eddie spent a lot of time out hanging out with Dustin or with his other buddies from hellfire. He would get home late on purpose so that he knew you would be asleep. He would leave early to school so that he didn't have to see you. He missed you though. And though you didn't say it you missed him too.

One night he had no where to go and uncle Wayne was at work. He sat in his van staring at the trailer. You were in there waiting for him. Then he saw you come out. He watched as you walked to his side and opened the door.

" Hey what are you doing out here?"

" I uhhh sorry I was just thinking."

"Anything you want to talk about?"

You didn't look at her. You knew if you did you would blurt out that you wanted her.

"Eddie?" She said while putting her hand on your wrist.

You knew Eddie didn't want to talk so you didn't push the issue.

"Hey come on. I want to show you something." You tugged Eddie out the van. Pulling him into the trailer.

Eddie looked at the chair in the kitchen leaning up against the sink.

"Ta-da" she said pointing at the chair.

"uhh it's a chair." Eddie sounded confused.

She tugged at your hair. " It's so I can fix this mop of yours."

"No...Nope. No one touches this hair but me."

"Eddie trust me. I won't cut it short. I'm just gonna trim the dead ends off. It will be less freid at the bottom and it will look better I promise."

Eddie side eyed you but nodded.

" I got to wash it first ok?"

" Yeah ok."

"is it ok if I use my stuff? It will help with the frizziness."

"ok"

He sat there head leaned back into the sink.

" Is it warm enough?" You asked

"Uh-huh" Eddie replied

" Good." You smiled starting to wash his hair. Rubbing his scalp tenderly.

Eddie moaned a little. " That uhh that feels nice." Eddie could feel you smile.

After you were finished you helped dry and brush Eddie's hair. He had a great head of hair. He just need a good routine to take care of it. You started snipping away soon after. When you were finished you blowed dried his hair.

"Come on." You said while grabbing Eddie's hand and lead him to the bathroom mirror.

"See it looks fantastic." She said while fluffing up your hair.

You didn't even look at yourself. You just kept looking at her.

" Looks great. You did a real good job sweetheart."

"Thanks. Didn't do too bad yourself. Thanks for not moving." She said winking at you.

God you were in love with her. Just flat out undeniably, unmistakeably in love with the poor girl. What were you gonna do when she left?

She was leaving in one month. But you kept your word to Mike that you weren't gonna try anything. She looked so tired today. Eddie thought. That's when you opened the bottom cabinet drawer that he had empty for you. You were running low on tampons. It's about that time. She was always so tired around this time of month. Oh man she must be in pain. Eddie left to make you a care package. Like he'd done the past 3 months. Coming back to the room he saw you curled up facing the wall.

" Hey sweetheart I come baring gifts."

You smiled at Eddie's new name for you. You sat up with pain in your lower back. Just exhausted. You looked into the bag Eddie sat down in front of you. When he left to get something. You pulled out the lastest Rolling Stone magazine, a new box of tampons, a candy bar, some Tylenol and a pint of your favorite ice. You smile when Eddie came back with a spoon.

" Thank you Eddie." You said softly bringing your knees up a little and rested your back against the head board.

Eddie started to play his acoustic guitar across from you knowing how it made you feel better. He watched as you brought spoon full of ice cream to your mouth. You moved a little closer to him and held out the spoon offering him some.

" Uh no I'm ok that's for you ."

" It's ok Eddie I don't mind sharing."

" But uhhh" Eddie was nervous. "what If I have a cooties?"

" i think I can handle cooties Eddie." She giggled

He hesitate for just a brief second before pulling the ice cream off with his teeth. He saw you put the spoon right back in your mouth to suck off whatever he left. That's what she did over and over again until the ice cream was gone. She put the empty container on the nightstand and snuggled back into the the bed. Eddie laid down next to you and starting to rub your lower back. For the first time Eddie and you slept with out the wall of pillows.

...

Two weeks left. Eddie was upset that you were leaving so soon. He could tell you were getting sad too. He never got to tell you he loved you. He wanted to so bad. But Mike man. He couldn't do that to him.

One night during the last week of your stay Eddie wanted to sleep with you so bad. His uncle was at work and you were sitting in his room packing up. That's when he decided to see if you need help.

You looked at him thru tired eyes. It was getting late. When she asked you something.

" Hey Eddie umm could you sleep in here tonight?"

" uh sure."

You took off you shirt like you always did when you slept. She went to the restroom to change. And when she came out she was just in a flannel. She went to turn on your radio. You moved so she could get in. She closed the door and turned out the light. You felt her her moving under the covers. The song I wanna know what love is filled the room. You didn't really care for Foreigner but it seemed like the appropriate song to be playing right now.

As you layed there she scooted closer.

"Eddie is it ok that I put my head on your shoulder?"

"Yeah yeah it's ok sweetheart."

You put your arm under her head and she rested on your shoulder. She put her hand on your chest. She was making your heart race. Her hot minty breath felt good on your bare chest.

You weren't sleepy but you could tell that she was. She sighed and started to caress your chest. You tensed up when you immediately got goosebumps.

" Is this ok?" She asked

" y-yeah"

She lifted her head to look at you. The yellow light from the porch bleeding thru the blinds. All you could see was her eyes.

" Can I kiss you?" She said softly.

"I uhh I- yes."

She leaned up and you lifted your head a little to meet her lips. It was fireworks. The kissed deepened when she pulled you closer. The kiss was too short for you. When she pulled away you felt her smile. You turned so that your face was hovering over hers and she got comfortable on the pillow. You kissed again. This time just with a bit more passion. Only breaking to breath. She took your breath away. You felt her hand moving your hair behind your shoulder as you grabbed her chin. You pulled away finally you couldn't do this.

"Eddie it's okay I like it."

" I do too but."

" But what"

" I promised Mike that I wouldn't do anything."

"Mike is not the boss of me."

" No I know. It's just I gave him my word."

She bit her lip to hold back tears. You laid back down fighting back your own. She laid back on your chest holding you tight until she fell asleep.

" I love you" you whispered

...

it was the last day before you left and you were at the Wheelers. Eddie didn't want to be apart. But he knew you need sometime with your family. She came back around 8. You were sitting on the couch slouched. You guys stared at each other for a while when she went to the room. You knew what would happen if you followed her. But you did it anyways. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. You stood in front of her pulling her up to her feet. Hugging her and breathing the scent of her perfume. After a minute she pulled away and kissed you. You let her take off your shirt. No longer caring about the promise you were about to break. You undressed each other. You didn't have to ask if she was ok with it. When you laid her down on the bed kissing and holding on to her waist with one hand and the other holding you up. She moved you penis to her warm wet entrance. You slowly pushed yourself in her. It was so bitter sweet that you wanted to do this until kingdom come. You slowly pulled in and out kissing her. You move your hands behind her shoulders as she held your neck with one hand and the other placed on you waist. Foreheads met as you speed up your thrust slightly. Pleasant sighs left your mouths. You both let the wave wash over you as you orgasm. After a while you just laid there holding each other.

" y/n please stay."

" Eddie I can't....I have no where to live. And I don't have any money."

" That's ok you can stay here. And I'll take care of you."

"Eddie no."

"y/n I love you. I can't just let you leave."

" You love me?"

"Yeah I do. Since the first time I saw you."

" Eddie I love you too"

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Day 5- Cheat Code

WOW!! So I didn’t realize that my next plot bunny wasn’t queued up today until right now.🙃 Better late then never I guess. I’ll probably do an overnight reblog of this one right before the next one drops tomorrow morning. SORRY!

If you would like for this to be my next fic, please be sure to shower it with lots of love (reblogs/likes/comments).🥰💖 All plot bunnies will be linked back to this masterpost.

Summary: Bilbo moves in with his cousin, Primula, and her family as he tries to cope with the grief of losing his parents when a curious thing happens. Fiddling with one of Frodo’s games one night, he found that every night at 2:17am he is sucked into the video game world of: Quest for Erebor. At first, it just becomes an escape, but as time goes on and Bilbo really gets to know the characters, he is bound and determined to see every single one of these dwarves safely to Erebor. Even if he has to cheat the game to accomplish it.

Warnings: Depressive episodes (none that lead to self-harm)

It was almost over. The worst day of Bilbo’s life. All he had to do was get through this last part, and he could go home. Locking himself away from insufferable relatives and their condolences. Leaving him to finally grieve on his own. A much needed reprieve that would be a balm on Bilbo’s poor heart after the week he’s had. It was just that…he noticed the hole. Eyes wide and unblinking were trained on the twin black caskets, unadorned by embellishments save for the simple carved floral wreaths gracing the head of each, and poised over a hole large enough to swallow them both. His chest started to burn, and he quickly sucked in a much needed breath, only for it to stab like needles all the way down to his lungs.

Someone next to him squeezed his hand tightly, but Bilbo barely felt it. Everything seemed to be fading away. The preacher’s voice was getting further away, his chair no longer felt sturdy beneath him, and his ears were ringing as a simple fact seemed to echo loudly inside his head: his father was uncomfortable in tight spaces, he was afraid of holes. And Bilbo, his own son, was about to force him into one. Bilbo felt himself attempting to stand, but he couldn’t even get his knees under him as he crumpled and his vision faded to black.

When Bilbo came to, he realized he was no longer at the grave site. Instead, he was laying in the backseat of a car as someone gently ran their fingers through his curls. For a moment, Bilbo could have sworn it was his mother, and his eyes immediately flew open only to see his dear cousin, Primula, looking down at him. He physically felt something in him shatter, as he gave a hoarse wail and the flood of tears followed. Prim held him as tightly as she could, silently crying over him as he lost any semblance of control. He buried himself as deeply as he could into her knees, trying to anchor himself in the turbulent sea of emotions threatening to drown him.

“You can’t go back there. Not like this.” Prim’s shaky voice ordered. “You’ll come stay with us. At least until you’re back on your feet. And that’s the end of that Bilbo Baggins.”

Bilbo felt like he should argue, but his strength had all but deserted him. He managed the smallest of nods, curling up against his cousin tighter. His last coherent thought before a true sleep claimed him was one week. He would not allow his cousin to baby him for longer than a week.

***

Prim lived in a two-story townhome just on the outskirts of the city. It was painted a fetching color of pale blue, and the white trim really completed the look. She lived with her husband, Drogo Baggins, although of no relation to Bilbo (Baggins was a fairly popular name after all), and their twelve-year old son, Frodo. Bilbo had been delegated to the guest room upstairs, across from his nephew (as cousin seemed too odd a term for a boy nineteen years his junior).

After Bilbo had fainted at his parents’ funeral, he had been taken back to the home he once shared with them just long enough to pack his suitcase before he was whisked away here. The first two days had passed with many tears, hugs, and warm drinks. The first two weeks ended with Bilbo having long given up on a sleep routine that didn’t involve him awake most of the nightly hours. After the first two months, Bilbo feared he would never find the motivation to return home.

“Bilbo?” Prim’s voice accompanied a knock on his door.

Bilbo groaned as he curled up tighter in the covers.

“Bilbo Baggins, I’m coming in unless you say something.”

Bilbo groaned again, but clearly that didn’t count as an answer to Prim’s ears as the door flew open.

“Oh Bilbo.” She scoffed, crossing the room.

A bright stream of light hit his closed eyes as Prim tore open the curtains, and he quickly remedied the problem by burying his head under his pillows.

“Bilbo, you have to get out of this room.” She chided. “I know I told you I wouldn’t bother you, but it’s been three days since you’ve had dinner with us and it smells like it’s been at least that long since you’ve showered as well.”

It had actually been eight days since Bilbo last showered, but he wasn’t going to tell Prim that fact.

“What about work?” She continued as she sat down on the edge of his bed, her hand finding his covered foot. “Your editor is going to start bothering you again before too long.”

“Then I suppose you’ll have to let me worry about that and quit nagging me!”

Prim’s hand immediately withdrew, and an uncomfortable silence settled around them.

“I worry about you, Bilbo.” She admitted quietly. “Being in this dark room, by yourself for days on end, it’s not exactly…healthy.”

Bilbo closed his eyes tightly against the tears that stung against his eyelids. He just wished Prim would stop and go away. He was just coping in his own way. It wasn’t like he was even remotely considering self-harm. He was just exhausted constantly, and certain tasks had begun to feel like massive chores. However, he worked on his stories at night when everyone else had gone to bed and it was peaceful, and he slept in til early afternoon. She was the one making a big deal out of nothing.

“What time is it anyways?” He finally peeked out from under his pillow.

Her lips were pressed together and her eyes were swimming with pity. It almost sent Bilbo back into hiding.

“Five.”

That did jolt Bilbo a bit as he pulled himself up just far enough to reach out for his phone. The time reflected back matched Prim’s answer. He could also see he had two emails, four missed calls and voicemails, and several social media notifications that he dreaded to answer. Perhaps he should get up. He used to love to take his laptop to the tea shop down the road from his house, and just let himself bask in the sunlight at his favorite window seat as he wrote. He had considered doing that yesterday, but then noon came and went and he just thought of it as a missed opportunity at that point.

“What are we having for dinner?” Bilbo tentatively asked.

Prim’s expression lightened as she jumped to her feet.

“Frodo voted on pizza.”

Something greasy, additive, and full of fat. Sounded heavenly.

“Alright. I’ll come downstairs.” Bilbo groaned as he swung his feet to the floor.

Prim wrinkled her nose. “Not before you remove those pajamas and burn them.”

Bilbo gave her a flat look at her joke. However, even he was beginning to smell the stale odor of sweat and other unpleasant secretions of the body. A shower would probably not be remiss.

Two hours later after completing the gargantuan task of cleaning himself, brushing hair and teeth, and getting dressed in a tee and sweatpants, Bilbo was finally ready to face the rest of his family. In spite of how badly he had been dreading it, the evening was far from difficult. He mostly sat and listened as Frodo entertained them with anecdotes from school, Drogo complained about his clients at the firm, and Prim regaled them with the wonders of teaching.

However, Bilbo was more than relieved when he finally had the opportunity to retreat to the makeshift study (Frodo’s game room), and work some more on the next book in his series. By that he meant, he stared at the last place he had left off wondering just where he had been going with this direction, returning to his outline hoping for some form of inspiration, only to procrastinate any actual writing because motivation was a bitch.

“Uncle Bilbo?”

He spun around in his chair to see Frodo standing at the doorway.

“I’m sorry, were you wanting to reclaim your space?” He asked with a thin grin.

Frodo shook his head, a shy smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“No, Mom said you were having trouble with your book.”

Bilbo frowned and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“Your mother needs to mind her own business.”

Rather than spurned by the sharp tone, Frodo giggled as if Bilbo had just told a funny joke. Despite that not being his intention, it pulled a real smile from Bilbo all the same. Frodo seemed to take this as an invitation to creep further in.

“You know when I have trouble writing, I just play video games for a couple of hours, and my mind gets so numbed I suddenly am plagued with ideas!”

“You write?” Bilbo questioned.

Frodo shrugged. “Just fanfiction, but I like it.”

Bilbo sat forward, a soft smile refusing to leave his face.

“You know that’s how I started my writing career? Of course there weren’t all the fancy websites like there are now when I was writing it.”

“Really?!” Frodo lit up. “For which fandoms? What was your OTP? What are your favorite tags to use?”

Bilbo blinked as he tried to process most of that, but he seemed to at least understand the gist.

“I liked to write in the world of Arthurian legends.”

“That makes sense.” Frodo nodded. “Since your current series is about wizards, burglars, and dragons. Real D&D kind of stuff.”

“Yes.” Bilbo deadpanned. “I have heard it described as that before.”

“OH!” Frodo suddenly exclaimed as he began to shift through the box of games next to the television. “I know the perfect game for you.”

The moment Frodo had found his prize, he thrust the game case into Bilbo’s chest.

“Quest for Erebor?” He read.

“Yeah!” Frodo implored. “It’s really cool! So there’s these thirteen dwarves, and you’re trying to get them home to their mountain only it had been taken over by a dragon and there’s this thing with the orcs and the leader of the company. But the really, really cool part is that you get to choose your character at the beginning and depending on what species you choose you get certain advantages in the game. Sam and I think that ideally it’s built as a multiplayer game where you have one of each type of character on the team, but Merry has played it before and he doesn’t like to replay games, and we don’t really want to play with Pippin because he never takes multimodes seriously, he just wants to goof off and then record it for his let's play…”

“I think I understand. Thank you.” Bilbo hastily interrupted.

Frodo ducked his head as he slowly started backing out to the door.

“Right, yeah. Anyways. I think you’ll like it if you want to give it a go. And then when you get good at it, you can play with Sam and I.”

Bilbo felt his breath hitch before he released it slowly in one drawn out and silent sigh.

“That would be marvelous. You’re very sweet, Frodo.”

That had the boy beaming widely again as he nodded his head before exiting. Bilbo waited until he heard Frodo’s bedroom door close before he tossed the game away on the couch. It truly was a sweet gesture, but unwarranted. Bilbo had never been a gamer and couldn’t see that changing any time soon. He would get back in the groove eventually. He just needed to buckle down and start writing.

Three hours later, and Bilbo had abused every app he had on his phone with not even a single additional word to the document. He didn’t understand. He saw the scene so beautifully in his head, why couldn’t he put it into words correctly? He tossed his phone on the desk as he rubbed his hands down his face. If he wasn’t going to write, he should go to bed. Start getting his life back in order by actually waking up at a decent hour. Then his gaze landed on the game his nephew had so lovingly pulled out for him.

It did sound fascinating…

Getting up to reach out for the case, Bilbo let his eyes linger on the cover where the dwarves had been so realistically animated. They weren’t your typical ‘Snow White’ dwarves with the short stature, long beards, and big noses…okay well that was a lie. There were certainly more than a fair few who fit that criteria, but they were more than that at the same time with the heavy metals and furs and elaborate braids. And the three at the front didn’t follow this pattern at all. Curious.

Bilbo opened the box to stare down at the game disc inside. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He didn’t know how to operate any of these machines, and it was far too late to wake his nephew. Yet, he owed it to Frodo to try. Sweet lad who only wanted to help Bilbo find the motivation to write again. Besides, he was an intelligent, college-educated man. Surely he could figure out how to operate a child’s toy.

It was almost 2 a.m. before he finally got the damn thing turned on and on the correct channel. As Bilbo held a controller that seemed to have more buttons than he could even imagine operating, he was rather starting to think this was not in any way worth the effort. The title screen came up threatening to blast Bilbo’s eardrums in the soft silence of the early morning hours until he scrambled for the TV remote to remedy the problem. He pressed the appropriate ‘Start’ button on the gaming controller and was taken to a “Choose your character” screen.

It became rather intuitive to scroll through the five types of characters and read their bios, although the ‘stats’ bars were beyond Bilbo’s comprehension. He could choose a dwarf, which did seem to make sense on a quest with other dwarves but probably wasn’t as fun. There was also an elf with a warning that there would be an immediate drop in comradery as elves were natural rivals with dwarves. Not a viable option then. He could be just plain ‘man’, also seemed to be a boring choice. Then there was hobbit or wizard. On one hand…a wizard seemed rather useful but Bilbo was a bit intimidated by the ‘expert magic skills’ that he didn’t think he would be able to master. Meanwhile, the hobbit was such a simple fellow, valuing home and comfort, but having skills in stealth which sounded like an easy feature to control.

Having made his selection and entered his name (he didn’t bother with a nickname), the game launched him into a movie-like scene as he was given a narrative on how the dwarves lost their home in the first place, and that the eye-catching fellow on the front cover was indeed a dwarven prince which explained his sharper features compared to the rest of his companions. After all, in modern media royalty must be ‘good-looking’. Bilbo listened somewhat boredly as the wizard, Gandalf, and the dwarf prince, Thorin made a plan to retake Erebor. Bilbo half wondered if he had chosen wizard if he wouldn’t be playing at this juncture. Then the implication was made on them needing a burglar before the screen went dark and the word ‘Hobbiton’ came across the screen. Clever.

Bilbo gripped the controller tighter thinking this was going to be the moment where he was actually going to get to play as his little hobbit character appeared on screen just now rising out of his bed. Then the controller in Bilbo’s hand began to vibrate. Thinking this was a gaming mechanic, he wasn’t too worried only the TV began to glow with a soft edge. Great. The game was crashing. Bilbo moved to get up and turn it off, only he couldn’t. He was frozen. His hands refusing to come away from the controller.

Was he having a stroke?! What in the world was going on? The buzzing from the controller grew louder, the fuzzy edges to the TV screen seemed to come out towards him, and then Bilbo felt as if he were falling. He closed his eyes tightly against the sensation. Then it all stopped. Bilbo first became aware of his panting, too loud in the quiet that followed his strange experience. Then he realized he had somehow landed on the ground and off the couch. Groaning, he pushed himself up to his knees.

“Well that was unpleasant.” He huffed.

When the spots cleared from his vision, the first thing he realized was how bright it was. Did he stay up all night? Again? As he looked around the wooden room with its rounded doorways, it took him longer than he was proud of to realize this wasn’t the study. This wasn’t even Prim’s house anymore! Just what was going on? Was he dreaming?!

Bilbo found himself rushing through the house to the front door, desperate to find out what exactly was going on. He opened the cheerful green door only to gape at the hobbits, actual real life hobbits, passing by his gate.

“Hello, Mister Bilbo!”

Bilbo slammed the door shut. This was not happening. Not happening. Things like this did not happen in real life. He slowly opened the door only for the same hobbit to once again call out in exactly the same manner.

“Hello, Mister Bilbo!”

Bilbo stood there dumbfounded as he watched the hobbit saunter off only to return a few minutes later to repeat the same greeting. That had to be proof then. He wasn’t just in some weird fantasy land. He was inside the video game.

“Nope.”

Bilbo fainted dead on the spot.

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