#but yall really gave me the motivation to keep going and keep posting

[analogwriting]

We have come to an end. One of the best fics I’ve ever read fr

It’s been a year since I actually follow a fic like this. It had me on a chokehold fr LMAO. I loved the way you wrote everyone, it was so unique? Like, yeah, everyone write Eustass as the dumbass with anger issues, but idk your writing was more than that. I think it also helps we were his sibling, so it was easier to make him more than a screaming redhead lol. And I was happy you actually included the others on the crew, because most people forget about them (Hip my daughter with all disorders I love you ❤️)

Also… the ending was hot ngl I hope you make that extra chapter with different body types, but then again I guess that could be difficult and the fic is already perfect so no pressure (Killer really IS a threat to feminism though)

I wanted to say more but this ask is already too long, and that’s long rants anon’s job LMAO /j (though I am very curious to see what they have to say I love their asks)

- number 1 kese hater, not anon anymore :)

fjsjd thank you so much. it means a lot. ALSO??? LORE DROP OF WHO YOU ARE HELLO???? I am very honored frfr (we all know you'll be the number one kese hater forever tho)

i just thought kid was always more spitfire than angry. just loud with a lot of opinions and a big ego lmao. but it's always obvious (to me at least) how much he cares about his crew. I mean we all heard what he said in wano 👀 I'm glad you enjoyed the way I wrote him. I was worried I was deviating too much sometimes 🙏🙏

it's funny you bring up hip bc I almost threw her in there at one point but I stopped bc I was like "am I bring too extra w bringing in diff crew members" whenever I make a killer fic next, imma just say fuck it we ball and throw em all in there bc everyone seems to love all the crew members. it's me. I'm everyone. I love all the members of the kid pirates ongg

i love hearing what everyone has to say frfr no matter how long it is. I eat this shit upppp

again thank you for your kind words and support, I always looked forward to your asks after I posted a chapter frfr 🙏🙏🥰

[teojira]

[Dance with The Devil] [movie!Shadow x reader headcanons]

Summary: a collection of random headcanons/small scenarios based on my "Click Click Boom" post for Shadow!

Word count: 1.5k

Disclaimer (1): Harkness scale people, he is of age and can consent and is sentient. I'm allowed to want to kiss the hedgehog.

Disclaimer (2): This can be read as Romantic or Platonic! Though I did write it to be implied romance.

A/N: Yall asked for more, who am I to deny the people (I imagine kissing him every second of the day). I tried to hit a lot of asks all in one to give eveyrone what they asked for! I hope y'all enjoy! Reblogs and comments are super appreciated and motivate me to write more <3

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Shadow is so extremely overprotective of you, borderline to an unhealthy agree but is it really when you're welcoming to it??

You, by all means, shouldn't encourage him. He's one of the strongest beings on the planet. He can't just make threats, God knows if he'll act out on them.

You can't help but let it happen though, a warm fuzzy feeling deep in your chest clouds your judgment for a few moments. Knowing that Shadow sees you as someone worth protecting, of caring for.

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Shadow baring his fangs at Sonic and fucking growling is new though.

"Shadow did you just- did you just fucking growl?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sonic was just trying to hug me dude, relax.'

"He'll get his scent all over you. No."

Shadow turns his back on you, so he misses the blush that overtakes your entire face.

He has an inkling though, if the strangled cry from your throat is any indication.

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Riding ! With ! Him !!! He takes you on drives all the time, it helps him clear his head and it's his way of asking for physical contact without giving you idea, feeling you against his back and your body pressed up against his does wonder for his mental health, he'll purposefully take longer routes and side roads at night to keep you close.

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If you fall asleep on the couch, Shadow isn't gonna curl up with you, but he's next to the couch, head propped up against the arm rest as he watches over you. He's well aware he could just teleport you both to your room, but you look too peaceful :( and he knows he takes up all your time and energy, so he rather let you rest.

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Shadow always walks behind you. It's a nervous habit. If he wanders behind, he has the perfect view to scan for threats.

You go to tell him he's being paranoid, but stop yourself. The last person he cared for died, the girl who gave him a purpose. You shut your joke down fast, shaking your head when Shadow raises an eye bridge at your expression.

"Do you want to hold my hand?" You go with that instead.

"Absolutely not."

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Please god can you imagine shopping for him, getting his leather jackets and what not bc he fucking deserves it, especially when you nervously claim that he needs the correct gear for riding his motorcycle and he hits you with:

"That's useless, I can easily chaos control if need be."

BUT HE DOESN'T RIDE WITHOUT IT EVER !!!! You even got it monogrammed, and he runs his thumb across it often, scoffing at himself when he realizes, snatching his hand away.

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Shadow likes to be useful, even though you tell him again and again that he doesn't owe you anything, he doesn't listen.

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If you wear makeup and ever fall asleep in it, you can't ever seem to remember if it was you who took it off, your memories jumbling up together to the point you're not sure.

It was Shadow, he knows you don't like showing others your bare face, which he thinks is ridiculous as shit, he likes you as you are, whether with makeup or bare, you're you.

Please I could cry imagining him so gently taking a makeup wipe and rubbing small circles to get that waterproof eyeliner off of you, eyes laser focused into his task. I'm gonna throw up.

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In the colder months, he's susceptible to being more mellow and relaxed. Despite being the ultimate life form and having fur, he still gets cold and hates the feeling.

This brings me to the fact that bro steals your blankets, he has no remorse and will walk right into your room to take your heated blanket. He's an asshole.

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Fully believes that nicknames are stupid and that they don't matter, the best he's gonna do for you is call you by your first Intial (ex: Teddy = T) It's rare that he'll do call you by it regardless, but beggers cannot be choosers.

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Getting matching bangles to match his inhibitor rings!! Makes him go stupid for a second, brain computing that oh??? You want to match him?? He's gonna tease you, but when you threaten to just take them off, he immediately goes quiet.

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The subject of being sick came up often in asks, and he struggles really hard with it. It's not obvious, but if you look closely, his quills are pin straight, and he's easily more agitated.

He's not mad at you, it's not your fault, it's just that seeing you curl up into bed brings back so many bad memories of when Maria has flare ups and couldn't leave her bed.

It made him feel useless. His whole reason for being was to help cure illness, maybe not the common cold. He's aware of that, but the point remains.

Shadow gets more docile, even going to ask Maddie what to do. The woman offers to come over and take care of you instead, but Shadow shuts her down quickly. He's more than capable, and he's a little overprotective.

"Are you sure? I don't mind, I don't have anything going on."

"That isn't necessary."

"But it might be better if it's m-"

"I can take care of them."

It's hard to argue with a 5ft hedgehog that can easily snap your neck, so she regents and hands him over some cold and flu medicine along with painkillers and vaporub and instructions. He looks so silly with all of it in his arms, Gatorade, water, the medicine, some food, but it warms your heart. You haven't had anyone really look after you when you were sick, always left to fend for yourself, so it's nice.

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For my period havers, I am on mine, so this made it in:

Shadow using his hands as personal heating pads for your stomach or the small of your back, you can't seem to remember where you put your heating pad so he sits there with you and just, shoves his hand onto your skin, it's added comfort due to his fur.

"Oh my god, that feels good."

You groan into your pillow, curling up into a ball, your back facing the ultimate lifeform.

"Is it really that bad?"

Shadow hums, moving to ever so slightly knead the skin, smirking to himself when you damn near moan at the feeling.

"You know damn fucking well it's that bad."

Shadow snorts.

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Once you're both closer, he allows you to touch him alot more, so long as you ask him first if you can run your fingers over his quills, he finds it soothing, it's common to find you both on the couch, fast asleep together with the TV set to come true crime YouTube video.

Sonic takes a million pictures, to which he sends to Shadow later. The black hedgehog doesn't say anything, but he secretly saves each one.

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Speaking of the others, you try and force him to spend time with team Sonic to varying degrees of success. Mainly the success being if you will also be there and be by his side. The team likes you well enough, always playfully telling you that they can handle Shadow if he ever hurts you.

Which gets them Shadow staring them down, his eyes lighting up as a warning.

You'd think they'd learn that this man doesn't play when it comes to you, but they're a bit stupid.

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When it comes to any insecurities you may have, he shuts that shit down IMMEDIATELY, you think it's because he genuinely doesn't give a fuck, but no, it's because he cares about you and will logically tell you facts. Does it help? It's varying, but he still tries.

Issue with your weight. He doesn't care. Are you healthy? That's all that matters. He's strong enough to lift you up, and he'll demonstrate it on you if need be. He doesn't know who put it into your head that there's any issue with it, but he'll fix it.

"Shadow, can I ask you something?"

"Go on."

"Does my weight ever bother you?"

"I am not like human men."

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You're insecure about talking about your interests/hyperfixations? He actively will sit down and listen, eyes intense as he takes in every single word you're saying. He'll nod and hum, but his ears are flicked towards you, and Shadow will ask questions pertaining about the characters.

The motherfucker is healing you slowly but surely, mentally and sometimes physically.

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No one thinks that Shadow would be a good companion and will make jokes offhandily that they're sorry that YOU'RE stuck with him, and you don't correct them. They don't deserve to know him.

They don't get to know how the lifeform curls up next to you on his bad days, seeking your affection.

The hedgehog who helps you dry the dishes after every meal with a way too focused look on his face.

The Shadow that always cracks dry ass jokes in hopes to make you smile after a long day.

It's your little secret, and it's one you gladly keep to yourself.

"Oh, he's stuck with me." You wave them off with a smug smirk on your face.

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[hearts4chriss]

Man, I cannot believe I’m writing this

I came on Tumblr to start writing for the triplets because those are my guys like I love them with all my heart and I still do but mainly I wanted to meet more writers that look like me and I’ve met so many of y’all. Y’all are so so talented and so sweet and so kind and some of the greatest people and friends I’ve met 

I cannot believe how far I’ve come on here with y’all. You guys gave me an amazing experience. I’ve met and talked to so many of y’all on a personal level and I’m so so thankful to have become friends with y’all on here.

While, this is my final post. I do not have any plans to deactivate yet as of right now I will probably keep my account up and when I log out, I will put it in my bio or I will post it, but I am no longer writing or making any Fics.

It is not because I have lost motivation. It is simply because it is toxic on here and mentally I am in a different headspace than when I was a high school senior in January. I am now going to be a freshman in college at Harvard university and my focus elsewhere you guys mean the fucking world to me you guys are so fucking amazing and y’all are so so intelligent and don’t let anybody tell y’all otherwise because y’all are that shit

You guys are my babies and I wish I could give all of you guys real hugs because I love y’all so bad. I really really am going to miss y’all on here and I’m sorry I could not fulfil all of my requests, but I’m so happy with the experience I had with my writing, I do not want to deactivate because I know how many people like to read my stories but eventually, I will be logging out of this account and leaving permanently. I do not know when that’ll be. I am no longer posting on here.

And when I do log out, I do not plan on coming back. You can DM me for now and we can talk but when I log out, I will post it and that’s the last yall will hear from me.

I love y’all so so bad thank you for everything

love, neveah 🩷

@hoesformatt @nickgetsmewetter @babyddolly @worldsanna @bratzforchris @sturniololoves @zylaheartsmatt

[barnesboo1967]

The Farmer’s Daughter

Summary: After Tyler’s last ride, he’s been lying around the house. His parents decide he needs a summer job. Lucky for him the owner of the town rodeo needs a new farm hand. But just when he thought it couldn’t no hotter the farmer’s daughter comes home from Aggie Land. Will they have a sweet summer lovin’ or will they break up in a small town

Masterlist

Word Count: 676

A/N: Oh my goodness guys I’m sorry it’s been so long. i just have had no motivation to write at all, even with all the time on my hand. I’m trying at least have the next chapter written before posting a new one. I should probably write a whole series before posting but I would never write if I did that so this is what we get. I really do hope yall enjoy this, let me know what you think. Thank you so much for reading <3

“I don’t know what to do man. I mean we were fine, good even. We spent every lunch together, she would bring me snacks. Then she just stopped.” Tyler was currently laying on his best friend's bean bag, beer in hand. Boone had invited a bunch of the guys over to hangout in his basement, like they were in high school again.

The guys had been listening to Tyler talk about Grace for weeks. At first it was how sweet and funny she was, now it was how she wasn’t coming around him anymore. How she spent most of her time inside or anywhere but home.

“Dude, you just met this girl like a month ago. I’ve never seen you like this. It’s weird.” Boone said from the floor, focusing on the game he was currently losing. Boone was right though, Tyler had never acted like this with a girl. He never talked on and on about a girl. He never blushed this hard. This was new for all of them.

“I know, I know. It’s weird to me too. I mean I’m going out of my way to see her, to impress her. Can anyone remember the last time I did that?” All of his buddies shake their heads. “Exactly! I don’t think I did anything. The last time we had lunch together, we were fine. She was laughing and smiling almost the whole time. She was sitting close to me. I don’t remember saying anything wrong.” Tyler ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think about what he could’ve done wrong.

“She is a girl, dude. They change their feelings in like .2 seconds. She is probably just on her period or something.” His buddy, Cash said. “Not her man, she’s not like that. She’s different. She wouldn't do that to someone, to me.” Tyler said, confidently. “Ty, you sound like you are in love with her.” Boone chimed in. “I’m not, I couldn't be, we just met…” Right? That would be crazy. He couldn’t be in love with Grace, right?

Grace was out at dinner with some girlfriends. Drinks and conversation were flowing through the night, all while Grace was keeping to herself. Her closeted friends caught on quickly to her silence. They knew how out of character it was for Grace to stay quiet when surrounded by her friends.

The night came to a slow end, it was just Aspen, Grace, and their other best friend Charli sitting at the table. “Ok, what’s up with you? I don’t think I heard you talk more than 5 times.” Aspen said, never BSing anything. Grace sighed, “It’s just… Mav. He got in my head about Tyler. Got me thinking.” Charli and Apen gave each other a look. They had the same worries that Mav did, that Tyler would break Grace just like Tom had. “I mean, I think I like him. He makes me laugh, smile, I crave to see him all the time. I want to make him laugh and make him smile. But what if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he just leaves me like he does to the other girls? What if he is sitting with his friends right now laughing at how pathetic I am?”

Grace has a habit of overthinking everything. And guys were no exceptions, if anything it became worse. Especially after Tom, she couldn’t let her heart get broken again. “Grace, you can’t let that stop you. The way you talk about him. I’ve never heard him act this way around a girl. He doesn’t come across the same way I normally hear about him. He comes across head over heels for you.” Charlie finally spoke up. Grace knew she was right. Everyone had heard the stories of Tyler being a playboy. “I don’t know, I mean head over heels? We barely know each other. I think that’s overreacting.” Grace said, taking the last sip of her wine. Right? That would be crazy. Grace and Tyler couldn’t be in love with each other, right?

[someprettyname]

✨GF FC INDIGO AWARDS 2024 PT 13✨

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | winner's list | after party

Some points to note before you move to the event visualizer : 

🟣 My anchoring style is highly energetic and bubbly so you can imagine me doing a lot of hand gestures, changing pitch and tones of my voice, moving around on the stage a lot, etc. Hehe.  

🟣 The theatre/event venue has been engineered by the best engineers of the world, with the most modern technology. The petals of the lotus can close or open to hide or reveal the night sky. It can also change its colours. For tonight, it's indigo!  

🟣 The "OUTFIT CHECK" were clicked in different places (according to where the member was spotted first) hence the different background. 

🟣 I didn't want to write too dialogues on yall's behalf but I can't really bother you with every small detail, so I hope whatever dialogues I've made up are not too out of character! 

🟣Ignore the contradiction of same blue locker entering the scene multiple times, pretend there are a few copies of each member 🥰👍🏻

🟣 Ignore the outfit mismatch in the edits (any edit after the outfit checks please, our editing skills only go so far 🙏🏻 ) 

🟣 I highly suggest that you listen to songs as you keep finding them being embedded in links for added feels and extra hype! 🔥

🟣 The performances where multiple songs have been used is supposed to be a mashup. You can imagine the mashup to be as you please! The songs I've bunched together are for the sole purpose of creating a particular vibe, so as long as to they are fulfilled it's all good! 😌🤝🏻

🟣 The posts are scheduled at a gap of 3-4 hours each, this event is going to be spread throughout 2 or more days. Feel free to go feral in the comments/reblogs/community my mates. 🔥 

🟣 I hope you enjoy this! Tagging all the attendees here : 

@blue-thief  @getosugurusbangs @bueris @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma

@sid3buns @mariyumemi @pinkinsect @refrigeratedboombursts @satosuguhastakenovermylife 

@10renz0 @simp-simp-no-mi @boinin @sharkissm @milkteansugar 

@thebestsetter @merlucide @jujutsustraycats @kurona-theshark @nskiyuriz

@asarajaa @writingonthewalls1832 @hooudie212back @sadao-tsuki @milaisreading 

@8-xnny @licoririce @rinitoshisgirl @luvingshidou  @duckydee-0

@kuro-min @gojoracle @marcsnuffy @filecurropt0 @riririnnnn 

@wroophruh @sanaexus @melodiclune

Previously on GF FC INDIGO AWARDS : 

Soleil and IZZY were awarded with GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARDS FOR BEST ALL ROUNDER! 

Savage performance by TEAM VENUS VIXEN AND DAZZLING DIVAS!! 

"Sorry for all the trauma :p" 

>>> Riri [ winner of GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST LORE WRITER.] 

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Soleil : Was that about your breakup era? 

Nami : I'm not answering that 🥰

Soleil : It definitely was. 

Nami : i don't know~ 😗

Soleil : Anyways. Gossip aside, we have to now welcome @/thebestsetter for GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST META ANALYST!! 

thebestsetter : Well, I'm not the one to create suspense. We all know "#雪 ranting" has some of the best meta analysis posts under it, so let's put our hands together for...

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Thebestsetter : RIRI!!!  (@/RIRIRINNN) 

[*once again the camera cuts to a very happy looking RIRI. Others pat her back and cheer on her as she leaves to go get her well deserved awards.*]

Riri : Best Meta Analyser? Me? Ohmygod, this feels so unreal! I really can't believe it. I'm so honoured and happy and ohmygod, all my emotions are going crazy!! Oh god! Thank you so much to everyone who reads and interacts with my analysis rantings! I tend to yap too much 'cause I want to address EVERY point and when I first started it, I daily feared that someone was going to say, "Just shut up already!" Hehe. So thank you so much! This awards is for everyone! You guys were the ones who gave me the courage and motivation to rant and say what I think! I'm so grateful for everyone! Thank you so so so soooo much!!

Nami : (*gasp*) I'd actually go through 5 stages of grief if you decided to shut up. Please never do that. 

Nami : Your analysis post are so fun to read! I remember when I was new on bllkblr your posts were one of the first that i saw and it constantly kept showing up on my dash until I noticed your account and IMMEDIATELY thought "wow what a cool blog" before following it! Haha!! 

Soleil : well, well. What do we have here? 😁

Nami : 👀

Soleil : Before moving on we have another performance coming up 😎

Nami : ayyy! 🤩

Soleil : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! PLEASE WELCOME ON STAGE, TEAM RHYTHM ROYALTYYYY!!! 

Nami : Can you feel the sparks running through my veins? 😙🎶

Nami : WHAT ABSOLUTE ANGELIC VOICES OH MY GOD!!! 

Nami : Anyways~ moving on~ 

Nami : We all need content you know? It's very important. It's so obviously important that some of you might be thinking "eh? What is she talking about?" 

Nami : Heh! Well, look at it. If all the rant blogs, artist, meta analysts, fanfic writers and just.... disappeared. The fandom would be just dead. There would be fan but the fandom....no. That's why it's important to praise all the content that we're graced with. And hence, the next award category : GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST CONTENT CREATOR!! 

Nami : Cheers for ELLLLLEEEE!!! 

[*A pleasantly upbeat theme plays over speakers and bounces off the walls as ELLE (@/kuro-min) makes her appearance.* ] 

Elle : I mean, after feeding us with so many interviews, lores, and FUN MOVIES!! It's quite obvious who's truly deserving of this isn't it? Ladies and gentlemen PLEASE put your hands together for....

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Elle : SOLEIL!! (@/soleilonthesun) 

[*Soleil grins, enveloping Sae in a warm hug (he pats her back. Softie Sae?! 📸) and moves to the stage.*] 

Soleil : Ladies and Gentlemen, esteemed colleagues, and beloved supporters,

Soleil : Wow, what an incredible honor this is! Standing here tonight, receiving the Best Content Creator Award, feels like a dream come true. First and foremost, I want to thank the organizers and the judges for this recognition. It means the world to me to have my work appreciated by such a distinguished group.

Soleil : Creating content is a labor of love, a journey filled with highs and lows, and I wouldn't be here without the unwavering support of so many incredible people. To my family and friends, thank you for your endless encouragement and for believing in me, even when I had doubts. Your love and support have been my rock.

Soleil : To my amazing team, this award is as much yours as it is mine. Your creativity, dedication, and hard work behind the scenes are what make everything possible. Thank you for sharing this vision with me and for bringing your best to every project.

Soleil : To my fans and followers, you are the heart and soul of my content. Your feedback, enthusiasm, and loyalty drive me to keep pushing boundaries and creating better, more meaningful content. This award is a testament to the vibrant community we have built together.

Soleil : Finally, I want to thank every content creator out there who inspires me daily. This field is filled with incredibly talented individuals, and I am grateful to be part of such a dynamic and innovative community. Let's continue to inspire, uplift, and support each other as we share our stories with the world.

Soleil : Thank you all once again for this incredible honor. Let's keep creating, dreaming, and making a difference together.

Soleil : Thank you!

Soleil : *walks over to the MC corner, setting down her award as the crowd cheers on her*

Nami : *grins and hugs her* 

Nami : That was certainly heartfelt! 🤩 Good to have you back! 😁 I'll let you take the lead for the next part 😙🎶

Soleil : Gracias!! The next award category is GF FC"s MOST VALUABLE PLAYER INDIGO AWARD!! 

[*camera zooms through the trophy*]

Soleil : While i think every member is really important and valuable on their own, i also agree that the most active ones who contribute A LOT to the community and keep it alive should be appreciated!! And, I don't really think i need to explain too much here, do I? The name itself is self explanatory!! But!!! Just like the other award categories, before we move on to announce the winners of this award, we have a FABULOUS performance coming up, to mark the end of GF FC GRAND AWARDS SECTIONS and  announce the start of this new category!! 

Nami : So ladies and gentlemennnnn, the applause shouldn't stop!! PLEASE WELCOME ON STAGE @/PINKINSECT!! 

Nami : hmmm 😌

Nami : WHAT A PERFECT SET UP FOR THE LAST AWARD CATEGORY OF THE NIGHT 🤩

Nami : Right, Soleil? Right? 🤩

Soleil : Indeed! Indeed! 😄

Soleil : Sooo~ 

Soleil : it's about time we announce the winners of GF FC MOST VALUABLE PLAYER INDIGO AWARD. 

Soleil : the first and foremost is.....

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Soleil : NAMI!!! Of course. 

[*Crowd cheers and applauds.*] 

Nami : ayyy (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Soleil : You're quite active in the community, play along with lores, all the chaos you spread, coax people into the cult, and of course! You have organised this award show!! Nami, thank you for your effort. ♡♡

Nami : Aww 🥺 my pleasure of course 🥺♥️ 

Nami : Well, it would be a shame if you weren't to be a winner too isn't?

NAMI : (*turns to the audience*) ISN'T IT GANG?  (*Turns the mic towards them*) 🎤

[ *The crowd hoots and applauds in approval.* ] 

Nami : See? They totally agree ;) 

Soleil : (*is blushing*)

Nami : The next winner is ...

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Nami : SOLEIL!!! 

Nami : The interviews, movies, lores!! We are nothing without you <333 thank you so SO much for all your contribution!! This is on behalf of the whole community!! 

Soleil : MERCI BEAUCOUP!!!

Nami : OH AND YOU'RE OUR MULTILINGUAL QUEEN 👸🏻💃🏻✨

Soleil : JSJSJJS. 😭✨😭✨😭✨❤️

Nami : awww 

[ *they share a hug* ] 

Nami : Before I move on, it is to note that the order I'm announcing the winners in has nothing to do with magnitude to their importance!! Just because someone was announced before the other it doesn't make them any more important than them or something! All the 6 winners stand at the same level and are equally valuable!! 

Nami : Well, the next winner is....

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NAMI : IZZY!!! of course!!  First of all she keeps things lively in the community!! And then, have you seen her meme collection? Her humor?! She KNOWS how to play along with all our silliness perfectly well!! We love her ♥️

Soleil : Agreed! The next winner would be...

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Soleil : NAJMA!! 

Soleil : Well, she's one of the OG founders, is pretty active in the community, her jokes are top class. Oh! And her pinned post is SO helpful to every new comer in the cult!! She's just really interactive and nice to talk to in general!! 

Nami : Couldn't agree more, Sol. I wouldn't know whom to sim-...(*clears throat*)....uhm....discuss my taste in men with if it weren't for her!! Everyone needs a friend like her 😌✨

Nami : Welp! Hehe. The next winner is of course.....

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Nami : RIRI!!! (@/RIRIRINNN) 

[ *The crowd breaks into loud applause, hooting and cheering.* ] 

Nami : My absolutely beautiful daughter 🤩 what is our community without her posts but dead?! Posts like "Let me wake you up with the thunderclaps of my cheeks"...

Nami : What a humor. I taught her well 😌 Other than her day brightening posts in the community which helps keep things interesting, she also creates amazing lores and plays along with them. Really interactive and fun to talk to in general!! 

Soleil : So true!! The last winner would be...

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Soleil : KIRA!!! (@/MERLUCIDE) APPLAUSE PLEASE!! 

Soleil : First of all, thanks to her we have a backup community! her lore summary posts, her contribution in the AIKU ARC. She basically carried it all on her back. Absolutely a sweetheart and pleasing to interact with!! 

Nami : Agreed! Agreed! All these winners, they all definitely deserve it.....😌

Soleil : Including us~

Nami : Including us!! 😄

Nami : DON'T YOU AGREE FOLKS??? (*turns the mic to audience*) 🎤🎤

[ *The crowd replies with enthusiastic cheers and somewhere at a distance Shidou is spotted throwing his jacket and zooming around happily. Sigh.* ] 

Nami : So now! What's the wait for? Let's invite on stage our beloved BEN FOR HANDING OUT THE GF FC'S MOST VALUABLE PLAYER INDIGO AWARD!! 

SOLEIL : THE APPLAUSE SHOULDN'T STOPPPPP!!! 🥳🥳

[ *Kira, Najma, Riri and Izzy join each other on their walk to stage, hand in hand and hand around waist. Laughing and complimenting each other. The camera cuts to each of their blue locker partner and they look proud and pleased!*] 

Kira : (*takes over the mic enthusiastically, even before accepting the award*) OMG STOP!!! SHUT UP!!! YOU'RE MAKING ME SO GIDDY SHHSJSISHWHS!!?!?? I'M GLAD IM VALUED HERE AT GF FC 😭🫶

Nami : (*hugs her*) now! Now! You definitely deserve it wifey~ 

Izzy : (*slings arms them and jumps between them with a grin*) Yeah, no I think I am a pretty valuable member !!! But if I'm being honest I think everyone is valuable in there own silly way (੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Nami and Najma : *nods* 

Nami : (*pulls Soleil with a playful grin*) Come on now, Soleil! Your turn 😙😃😁

Soleil : (*takes over the mic. Izzy and Kira step back respectfully.*) Today a special day for each of us, thank you, Thank you and thank you again to everyone who is here. ( *Starts crying* ) 

Nami and Kira : (*pats her shoulder and back*) 

Riri and Najma : ( *rub her arms affectionately and soothingly*) 

Izzy : (*thumps her back encouragingly*) Come on you got this! 

Soleil : N-No, I haven't thought about getting a lot of love and camaraderie among the Blue Lock fans, it just started by giving away a shield for the CF GIRLFRIEND. Again, thank you very much for the support, but especially to my brothers and sisters. My dear parents, grandparents and great-great-grandparents. Many thanks to my dear aunt, and her cousin. Above all, to my dear children, and my adorable husband. (*Dry her tears* ) 

Others : 😄😄

Soleil : This award is dedicated to all of you for reading my reports, analysis, films. I LOVE YOU, ARRIBA CF GIRLFRIEND!

Riri : (*gestures Najma to step up with a grin*)

Najma : "Honestly I don’t know how I’ve won this award since I feel like I could name members that deserve it more but I’m of course really grateful for all of you."

Nami : (*circles arms around her shoulders with a playful grin*) DAWWWW too bad our empress is too humble for her own good. Tsk tsk. (*Shakes her head jokingly*) 

Nami : Well, about me. Since I'm awarding this to myself....(*grins sheepishly*) it'd look pretty  narcissistic if I go on giving a long speech haha!! But if you really think i did deserve it you can always affirm me in the comments mi amigossss (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Izzy : Now, pookie! Don't go hiding!! 😁

Riri : (*steps up*) Most valuable player? Ehehehe, my cheeks are going to burst 'cause of blushing so much. Ehehe.. hehe. Thank you for this precious award. I-I don't know what to say, I'm that much happy right now! Oh god, my cheeks hurt, hehe. Thank you so much for this and I would like to share this award with EVERYONE in Girlfriend FC because, well, EVERYONE is a valuable player. This team is incomplete even when only ONE player is missing, so yeah—it's all for you guys! I might be holding this award, but this is meant for everyone! And you too, Hooudie! Thank you so much again, MUAH!

[ *they all hug each other and shake hands before leaving the stage* ] 

Nami : (*with a satisfied smile*) Phew! Man....I'm so speechless. I can't believe all this is coming to an end already. 

Nami : We started as a small community and look how far we've come today.... (*Sighs in satisfaction*)....

Nami : But everyone starts somewhere isn't it? We all started with just 3 members too. We all have our ups and downs. Sometimes we feel worthless and as if we can't reach our goals. And not just Riri and Kira, our honoured warriors, but everyone who's sitting here has achieved one or the other thing and I'm sure we all went through that phase where we were just....broken and tired. 

Nami : Exhausted. 

Nami : Where we just needed that one person to believe in us. And since our journey has only begun I'm sure we are going to be faced with those feelings again. But you know what's different this time? The difference is that we have a community who's got our back. A community which is nothing short of a family itself. And this one last performance shall stay with you all as a remainder for that. 

Nami : Please put your hands together for the TEAM BEAUTY AND BELIEVERS!! 

*The curtains falls*

*The curtain rises to reveal all 5 of them standing at distance with standing mics. Beats, rhythm and beautiful melodies of their voice fills the atmosphere and the curtains falls when their performance is over.* 

*The curtain rises again, revealing the Nami on the stage alone.*

Nami : (*grinning*) WELP!

NAMI : That's it for now, ladies and gentlemen. This was the last for today but DEFINITELY not the least. We will be back with this next year, and the year after that, and keep going! We might be near the end of THIS year's award show but we've barely started on our journey as a huge and successful team. 

Nami : I'd like to thank Soleil for being the sweetest, understanding, eager, enthusiastic and the most easy going person to work with. This was in no way possible without her. I can't express in words just how grateful I am for all help in editing she gave me, without her skills, bringing my ideas to life was impossible. We all also know how she keeps the community alive and shining with her amazing movies and interviews. Can we all, please have a HUGE ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR HER? 

[ *The audience applauds and cheer for her. I smile and join them too.* ] 

Nami : YAY!! 🥳🤩😁

Nami : Thank you! I'd also like to thank Lune, for proofreading the script and providing helpful insights. You all might know I don't have the best history with typos...my Sister, my love (*points to lune*) THANK YOU for saving me from potential embarrassments. 

NAMI : A thanks to all the blue lockers for taking time out of your busy schedules and accompanying our members! You really did all shine to our glamour. It'd have been incomplete without all of yours presence, really!! 

Nami : And lastly I'd like to extend my gratitude to EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU for your kind cooperation. Without your encouragement, motivation and enthusiastic replies I wonder how far I'd have gotten in organising this event. Thanks to all the performers tonight who worked hard to learn the dance routines and practice singing, all for the sake of adding extra joy! You all really made enthusiasm and joy course through our veins with your rhythm! It was a lovely LOVELY experience working with you all and I had so much fun reaching out and interacting with each one of you! 

Nami : BUT! 

Nami : Before I go, let me tell you about the....AFTER PARTY!! Of course there'd be one! But it's optional, of course. Shortly from now, there'd be several Limousines arriving, few at the front gate and few at the back gate. Those of you who wish to join us for the after party, please continue to the back gate, while the others can proceed to leave through the front gate. The ones who are attending the after-party need not worry about dinner or night accommodations, we have it all arranged for you! 

Nami : Once again, a HUGE THANKS to all of you for making this night possible. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!! Till the next time keep shining! This was your anchor for the night - Nami/Miki/Viha, signing off. 

[ *Does a graceful bow and walks away to the back stage while the audience break into cheers and applause. Fire works and confetti works are seen on the stage as "Judgement" plays over speakers.* ] 

*camera zooms out*

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After party memory book coming up!

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[ organiser : @/someprettyname

script writing credits : @/someprettyname

proofread by : @/melodiclune

editing credits : @/soleilonthesun ]

[ashe-stxr]

a little over a month ago, i posted this video on tiktok and im very happy to bring it over here to tell yall: IM MAKING A NYGMOBBLEPOT VISUAL NOVEL !!! :]

its set in season 3, right after episode 5, and the first chapter is about oswald struggling to confess his feelings to ed. its mostly just set-up for the storylines that will be explored in chapter 2 (so far im planning on there only being two chapters, but that could be subject to change if the second chapter becomes too long).

i have been very slowly teaching myself renpy and developing the first chapter since the beginning of the year, and its been such a fun experience !! for quite a few years ive wanted to make a visual novel, but i could never find the motivation or the right story to tell (of course my autistic ass would end up making my first visual novel be about my special interest,,😭).

currently, chapter 1 is fully written and mostly coded, and all of the sprites are done, unless i want to make adjustments to them. as for the bgs and cgs, ive done the lineart for 16/23 of the backgrounds and ive yet to start the cgs. the gui and music/sound effects dont matter quite yet, as im planning on "releasing" chapter 1 for playtesting once ive finished all the lineart.

i really hope other people find this as exciting as i do, cause im uh. planning on talking about this a LOT,, (im gonna be using the tag "Riddlebird VN" for everything related to it if you want to filter out my yapping LMAO) i have a sneak peak of the second scene of chapter 1 that im gonna be posting tomorrow, so keep an eye out for that ! :]

but until then, thats all !! thank you for reading and i hope you will stick around to watch this crazy journey of game development !! <3

also heres a transcript of the text in the video cause its kinda hard to read:

["lmao what kind of person would learn renpy JUST to make a visual novel about their special interest??? that sounds so stupid-"

I dont know how I did this. I'm not a writer and I'm barely an artist.

most of the writing projects I've started, I gave up on at around a thousand words… this is 27k words. (and it's only the 1st chapter)

I haven't even started the background images yet and there's already 500+ images omfg.. apparently my superpower is that as long as I'm making something nygmobblepot related, I'll finish it no matter what.

BUT ALSO !!!

it's been 8 months and they still live in a grey void and the cgs are just stick figures …this is going to take YEARS to complete.

help me]

[unhinged-summer-fun]

IM BACK AND I READ IT. These wo idiots hitting on each others like: PLEASE JUST FUCK ALREADY. No seriously like it’s so obvious from both sides y’all take one for the team one of you. Stretching while make full eye contact isn’t subtle 🤭. Don’t even get me started on the boxing bit like imagine if someone was coming up the stairs like what would they think is happening. All you hear is grunts (cuz she’s boxing) and Q yelling “C’mon. That’s it. Good girl.” and “Fuck yes. Don’t stop, show me.” THE KISS (to her knuckles ok ok). Osha’s do-something-stupid impulse is the best impulse she should indulge in it more often. Another kiss to the handdddd. Does he know you can kiss people other places? She’s gonna call him Qimir now ❤️‍🩹 also the manic energy of the spar was extremely well done, it really felt like you were in it. Ok it got serious again. Indara ratting on Sol feels so good. He can’t be trusted ever. Also I think it’s interesting that Vernestra was Qimir’s parent and exploited him to the point of injury and abandoned him because Sol did basically the same thing. Indara knows how similar Osha and Qimir are. Osha grew up in this place and was similarly exploited, injured, and tossed aside because she wasn’t useful anymore. Them teaming up is V’s worst nightmare and also thinking thoughts about canon Sol’s ending and this AU. Random but is this set in nyc? I’m thinking about the mayoral investigation going on rn. Ok ok now she has to go see him fight and try not to spill the beans. Why am I scared? Something feels ominous 😭

THANK YOU FOR THE EARLY POST. I was actually so happy to see it, it gave me sm motivation to finish up with work. I LOVE YOU TOO ❤️ thank you for writing I hope your jeans fits you perfectly and your pillow is cold on both sides 🫡

(this is from ch13 common grounds and now that 14/15 are up i am finally answering ty for ur patience ily aaaaa)

the two of them are seriously the hugest idiots everrrr like on his side, the only thing keeping him back is his sense of self-loathing, that he'll "dirty" her by making that first step toward her - bc until now he's been leading her to him and letting her choose to make those steps. on HER end, she's got a hundred thousand different reasons not to do this being screamed at her from anyone she talks to, so Osha is too inundated with things like Logic to make any horny decisions!! a tragedy.

i love your train of thought commentary it makes me so happy, it's my favorite kind of comment, like i'm going on an adventure with ur consciousness <3 your theories are also making me want to mobilize the sniper unit omfg like i love teasing yall with pieces of the truth and seeing everyone put the pieces together i'm LIVING FOR IT

as for ur question about the setting, i kind of get into the geographical setting some more in later chapters, but no this isn't an "on-earth" au. it's not necessarily in the GFFA, either. i am imagining it's the kind of story that could happen in "any" city so that's why i haven't given it a name. however, the "FDO" stands for the Federal District Orphanage, the Federal District being a district on the city-planet (ecumenopolis) of Coruscant (and where the Jedi Temple is!). outright calling the city "coruscant" is kind of a turn-off to me, though, so i'm just calling it "the city" and using generic names for streets, etc.

that said, starbucks and looney tunes and emoji and the black keys and walt whitman and brazilian jiu-jitsu and two-shot americanos and the concept of OSHA and calling one's calcaneal tendon "achilles" and teddy swims and .HEIC image files are also in this fic so it's not not an earth fic. LOL

thank u for my jeans blessings i am very very appreciative 😔🙏✨

and thank you for your ask and your lovely comment on 13!!

[pldubrahs]

hi im not super active on twitter (plus i didnt want to be like. a random person reaching out on there it feels weirder somehow) but i just wanted to say im sorry about all the fuckshit going on and that even though we dont know each other personally i think your creative work w acoc has been so incredible and genuinely so inspiring to me <3 ive wanted to be less passive? in fandom for a long time and i think seeing the things you and your friends have achieved just by caring so much has motivated me to try and create for the things i love too <333 i think the way youre handling everything is genuinely really mature+impressive and i think yall are so fucking cool for being able to look this in the face and still Want To Create -- people posting art of the ravwar pcs, you actively running a zine??? sorry for this wall of text of an ask oops tldr youre so fucking cool thank you for what you do

anon, i am holding my hands out to you, gently blowing you a kiss. this is so incredibly sweet and i Really appreciate it. i hope to see you around in fandom in coming times!!!! (zine jam will be happening in june again I Think if you were looking for an excuse/way to Jump In.......)

at the end of the day, despite the Wildness of this whole situation, i like fandom because i like my friends, and i like creating. also because I'm in love with calroy, but like. that's its own thing. i could keep writing fics just for myself about my acocsona dating calroy if i gave in and left fandom, but its MORE fun to write fics about all sorts of things with and inspired by the people around me :)

anyway, i Always wrote so so much, but thank you, seriously!

[pies-writes-and-more]

a broken heart

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: sad bean vibes today guys, sorry! Breakup angst and jealousy.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader, Bokuto Kōtarō x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have no clue what got into me but we’re writing some sad shit tonight apparently. For all my broken-hearted beans out there, I promise I’ll write some fluff sooner or later! <3 Thank you to @thisnoodlewritesao3 for reading some of this for me and giving me the motivation to keep writing - sorry you’ll probably wake up to these feels (please don’t read if you’re not in a good head space, yall!)

Song inspo: When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars (thank you @haikyuutothetop and @tobi-momo for bringing it up cause I totally forgot to add it 😂)

Haikyuu Masterlist

It was like life was stabbing him every few seconds, reminding him that you were no longer there.

Tsukishima woke up thinking that maybe everything would be okay today, pulled his headphones on while he got ready because he was refusing to be alone with his thoughts. But when his music shuffled, why did the first song to play have to be the song you had deemed your song? Why could he remember the melody so perfectly sung in your voice? The way you looked whenever the song came on on the radio.

He remembered how happy you looked that very first day, how you had dressed yourself up just to hang out with him, and how this song was playing in a playlist he had made you and was the one in the background when he had kissed you for the first time.

The melody made Tsukishima’s lips tingle. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now.

Yamaguchi’s half smiles didn’t help either. When he joined Tsukishima on his way to school, he just patted Tsukishima on the back like he normally did and danced around the question, “How are you?”

It’s not like Tsukishima would be honest. He’d just shrug and say, “Fine,” and hope Yamaguchi would fill the silence with some story or something dumb.

He knew Yamaguchi was still friends with you, that the two of you talked. He’d never ask for him to stop because if anything, Tsukishima could find out how you were doing without even asking.

“She’s okay,” Yamaguchi told him with a small smile, as if that was supposed to be comforting. Did he think that’s what Tsukishima wanted to hear? That you were doing okay? That you weren’t waking up in tears every night like he was? Part of him wanted to be happy that you were okay, because he always secretly knew you’d be better off without him. But he wanted to be angry at you, he wanted to blame you for the fact that he cried more in the last few weeks than he had ever before in his life.

Tsukishima just kept his eyes forward, like he didn’t even hear his best friend but Yamaguchi had seen the flicker of sadness in him. He had learned a few weeks into the breakup not to mention your name around Tsukishima, but not because the quiet boy asked him to. It was because every time he heard your name, Yamaguchi would watch as his shoulders tensed, how his fists would clench in annoyance. He missed you, but who would ever catch Tsukishima Kei admitting that?

Yamaguchi would never tell him, but he always wondered that maybe if Tsukishima had admitted his feelings more to you, maybe you’d still be here.

Tsukishima would never say it out loud, but he was already thinking the same thing.

It hadn’t taken long for it to feel like the whole world knew about your breakup. People whispered in the hallways, more than they usually did when Tsukishima’s cold aura came by. Your name fluttered into his ears through gossipy voices and the blond boy just wanted to tell everyone to shut up.

Why did your name have to follow him around? Why did people have to look at him like he had done something so wrong? It’s not like he had broken up with you.

“I just can’t do this anymore, Tsukishima, I’m sorry,” you had whispered to him, shifting uncomfortably in your stance. “It just feels like you don’t even want me around most of the time and I feel like I’m constantly bugging you.”

“I never said you were bugging me, did I?” he huffed. Looking back, Tsukishima wished he could’ve bit down on his tongue and cut the sass in half. You had winced at his bitter tone. It was the look on your face that made him realize you weren’t just being insecure or awkward again. You were genuinely trying to leave.

“I want to be with someone who actually wants me around… and I don’t think that’s how we are…” the words left your lips so easily but Tsukishima knew what you meant. You meant that’s not how he was.

“You’re the one who’s leaving,” Tsukishima spat out angrily, glaring at you as you picked up your things slowly, tears in your eyes. Why wouldn’t you look at him? Why wouldn’t you look him in the eyes and tell him why you were leaving?

But when you finally met his gaze, you were already at the door, glancing back at him with sorrowful eyes. Why did you look like you were mourning something? Had it really been that bad? Being with him? “You’re the one not stopping me,” you had said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. You waited there for a moment, as if proving your point to him as Tsukishima just stood there with his fists clenched.

He wanted to lurch forward and hold you to him, beg you to stay even though he wasn’t sure what words could possibly describe how he was feeling. He didn’t know how to explain why he was always so angry or emotionless with you. He didn’t hate you - how was he supposed to say that? He didn’t want you to go but you were already leaving. How pathetic of him would he be if he begged you to stay? What was the point of begging if you were already choosing to go?

The memory was still fresh in Tsukishima’s mind. He couldn’t help but think about it every moment of the day, even still. Some part of him had hoped you would come back - would show up at his house with tears in your eyes and beg him to show some sort of emotions so you could stay. He would if you had come. But he knew that you probably expected him to do the same.

But even if he did, would you accept it? Would you accept his apology? Or was he considered a lost cause?

Tsukishima’s ears perked up, hearing a familiar melodious laughter as he walked through campus for lunch. His eyes searched around and saw you with your friends, giggles erupting from your lips. He wondered how you were still able to laugh with your friends, how your smile still managed to brighten up the courtyard during your lunch. How were you so happy? How come you had never smiled like that with him?

Before he could stop himself, Tsukishima felt himself walking towards you. He needed to see you up close - needed to make sure that smile was genuine because it couldn’t possibly be right? How were you so okay when he was so not?

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi’s hand grabbed Tsukishima’s arm before he could cause a scene, pulling him back from his zoned in thoughts. “You’re not gonna want to do that,” Yamaguchi insisted, meeting Tsukishima’s glare head on. “Trust me okay?”

Tsukishima watched him for a moment, his lips pursing into a thin line, “How am I supposed to apologize and get her back if I don’t see her?”

Yamaguchi’s gaze faltered this time and that’s when Tsukishima knew something was going on. Yamaguchi knew something. Something he wasn’t telling his best friend.

“What is it?” Tsukishima asked quietly, pulling his arm from Yamaguchi’s grip.

Yamaguchi started to say something but the most annoying voice you could ever hear was louder.

“Y/N! My angel! I did it! I ran all the way here just like I promised!”

Tsukishima’s eyes widened just slightly as he watched as Bokuto Kōtarō seemed to run over to Tsukishima’s girlfriend no, ex girlfriend.

“He didn’t, he’s just exaggerating,” Akaashi’s voice came next, trailing behind Bokuto with a look on his face that clearly stated he didn’t want to be here.

You were laughing awkwardly, a look in your eyes telling Tsukishima you really hadn’t expected them. So why were they here in the middle of a school day?

Tsukishima scoffed a bit, wanting to turn back and run away, bury his nose into his studies and pretend like it was fine. But it wasn’t fine. Because Bokuto wrapped you up in his arms and whirled you around in a hug that showed everyone nearby exactly how he felt about you.

“B-Boktuo, put me down!” You insisted through giggles, desperately trying to avoid everyone from staring at you but it was far too late.

“I’m just excited to see you,” Bokuto grinned, nodding towards his best friend. “Akaashi is too!”

Akaashi just gave a nod and continued his conversation with one of your friends, as Bokuto patted your head lovingly, “I told you I’d come see you today, didn’t I?”

“You weren’t supposed to skip school for it, you idiot!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“I’ll go back, promise! I just wanted to see you,” Bokuto grinned.

The smile on your face was wider than before and yet Tsukishima still didn’t understand why. How were you still smiling? How were you standing there with everyone assuming that you were dating Bokuto and not dismissing all the quiet rumours that were starting?

Tsukishima finally found it in himself to walk away, Yamaguchi calling after him and following his footsteps. You had left him and replaced him with a top ace. Of course you had. It didn’t matter how much Tsukishima practiced or didn’t practice. He was never going to be better than him, and he was never going to get you back either.

Over the next few weeks, Tsukishima would hear about everything that Bokuto was and did. He saw posts on your Instagram, which he still glanced at every now and then, and even stole Yamaguchi’s phone sometimes to see your Snapchat stories.

You had everything you ever wanted now from the looks of it. Bokuto would come see you every weekend, even if it meant coming right after volleyball practice. He’d crash on your living room couch or on your floor and according to your Twitter, your mom loved him already.

He brought you flowers one time, completely out of the blue, and there it was on your Instagram. Bokuto with a huge smile on his face and holding them out to you. Tsukishima could just imagine the glow in your skin as you accepted them, that shy smile that you had given to him, what felt like a million years ago.

Yamaguchi watched as his friend tortured himself with your social media, glancing at it with eyes said that he didn’t care, but his bad mood was just getting worse every day. Everyone on the volleyball team knew it too, and even the somewhat-empty-headed players like Hinata and Noya didn’t say anything.

“They’re not dating you know,” Yamaguchi spoke up after a while as the two of them walked home. Tsukishima shoved his phone back in his pocket, as if Yamaguchi hadn’t just caught him glancing at his text message history with you to see if you had randomly messaged him. “I think Bokuto just really likes her but she told me she’s not ready.”

Tsukishima wanted to tell him he didn’t care, but those words just twisted in his mouth and he couldn’t even make a sound. He did care. How could he not? He had loved you, even if he was absolute shit at showing you.

“He’ll be good for her,” was all Tsukishima said after a moment, staring out to the distance and trying not to note the surprise on Yamaguchi’s face. He wanted to mean it. He wanted to be happy for you because your smile was all that mattered to him. But... he couldn’t stop from thinking... from wishing... that your smile was at him instead.

As if the gods themselves had decided to torture Tsukishima some more that day, as the two friends turned into Coach’s shop to grab some snacks, there he was standing right in front of them.

Bokuto Kōtarō with his idiotic smile and a handful of snacks and ramen packets that he was plopping onto the counter in front of Coach Ukai, “Just these please!”

Ukai glanced uncomfortably at Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, clearing his throat as he started to check Bokuto’s items out.

Tsukishima’s ears were going pink - of course even the Coach knew. He wanted to leave right then and there, pretend like he hadn’t even come here in the first place.

But before he could turn on his heels, Bokuto caught his eye. The two of them shared an awkward look, Yamaguchi trying to walk towards the back of the store so that Tsukishima could follow him.

“Look man-” Bokuto started stiffly, his chest puffing out just slightly as he tried to come up with the words.

“It’s the wrong kind,” Tsukishima interrupted, a cold glare shooting right into Bokuto’s eyes.

“Sorry?”

“The ramen.” Tsukishima walked over to the nearby stand and pulled out two different flavours, dropping them onto the counter. “Y/N doesn’t like that one. You grabbed the wrong one.”

He should’ve just walked away then and there, avoided any more confrontational conversations but he didn’t. The two of them just stared at each other, Bokuto looking back and forth between Tsukishima and the packets of ramen.

“Boys,” Ukai’s voice was low, as if warning them not to start a scuffle in his shop.

After a moment, Bokuto just gave Tsukishima a smile, patting him on the shoulder, “Thanks.”

Tsukishima still stood there, even as Bokuto paid for his items (minus the ramen packets that you didn’t like) and as Ukai handed him his bag. The Fukurōdani boy gave a small wave to Ukai and started to head out, the tension just starting to lift.

“She likes flowers,” Tsukishima’s voice cut through the air like a knife, words thudding into existence. “She says it makes her feel like someone is thinking of her without an occasion. And she likes to have her hand held in crowds because sometimes she gets nervous around so many people. She’s not going to text you a lot at first because she’s going to think she’s clingy… and that’s my fault. I made her think she was clingy. But she’s not. She just wants to know that you’re thinking of her and that you’re honest with her.” Tsukishima’s fists were clenched so tightly, his nails were starting to sting into his palms, “And she likes to go dancing. It doesn’t really matter where but she likes to dance to music.”

You could’ve heard a fly buzzing around, or a pin dropping against the floor with how quiet it got. Bokuto’s back was still to Tsukishima, tensing slightly the more that he talked but never fully turning around.

“Slow dance with her okay? Because… I never did with her and she always wanted me to. Do everything I didn’t do with her, alright?” Tsukishima’s voice was louder now, as if desperately pleading with Bokuto.

There was another pause in the air and Bokuto only turned his head slightly to just say, “You got it,” before disappearing.

Tsukishima didn’t realize it until after he had gone that there were tears in his eyes. He thought about every time he saw flowers and thought about giving them to you and how stupid he had thought the idea was. He remembered every moment that he didn’t respond back to you right away when he had the chance to, or when he asked you why you sent him so many things on social media. The picture of that sadness growing in your eyes would haunt him for a while.

Worst of all, was all those times you two had sat in the middle of a field, just listening to music and humming to yourselves. How often you had looked around to find no one around and begged him to come dance with you. He had thought it was stupid. How childish, he had thought.

But right now, he’d give anything to slow dance with you.

Guess it’s true, Tsukishima thought to himself as he rushed home, ignoring Yamaguchi calling for him. He wiped his face aggressively, not even caring how crooked his glasses were getting as more tears streamed down his face. You never really realize what you have until you lose it.

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[too-gay-for-marvel]

one of us

a/n: I LIVE! listen. listen. yall know me well enough at this point to know that i make no promises about posting more stuff. i might post something in a few months. maybe next week. lets spin the wheel of fate and see what happens, shall we?

Request:  hi!! do you think you could write a prequel of sorts to i don’t need a hero? it’s one of my absolute favorites and i was wondering if you could write something angsty for the mission where the reader gets shot protecting wanda? <33 thank you!!

Word Count: 2546

Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

She hated you.

Wanda Maximoff absolutely, unquestionably, without a doubt hated you. There was not a single thing about you that she didn’t hate, from the stupid cocky look on your face to the way you refused to be of any help. You were supposed to be an ally now, not a nuisance.

And yet there you were.

Sitting across from her at the table and shooting her a look that made her want nothing more than to throw some magic right at your face. If she was lucky then maybe it would even knock you on your ass and she could wipe that stupid smirk from your face. It would almost make this meeting with you worth all the hassle.

“Does everyone understand their jobs?” Maria asked, bringing Wanda back to the table and forcing her to pay attention.

“Blow shit up and have fun doing it?” You asked even though that most certainly wasn’t your job and you knew it.

Don’t let them out of your sight. Maria’s voice rang in Wanda’s mind and, after a silent look, she gave a nod of affirmation. It didn’t seem as if you had noticed, and that gave Wanda a feeling of superiority. Technically it wasn’t a competition, and she already knew she was better than you, but to know that she could scheme about you in front of your face was something that gave her more joy than she would ever openly admit.

The meeting concluded without a hitch. You had even admitted - rather begrudgingly - that you were to do nothing other than keep the attention off of Wanda and Sam. In Wanda’s mind, that was a good start; you usually argued until you were blue in the face.

But with you agreeing, all Wanda had to really worry about was the upcoming mission. And whether you would keep to your word or not.

----------

By all accounts, and much to Wanda’s and Sam’s surprise, the mission had been going well. You had launched fireworks on one end of the building to cause a commotion while they had snuck in through the back. She had used her powers to distract the few guards left inside, and within minutes they had found what they were looking for.

In fact, the mission had been going so well that Wanda had been on the verge of asking if you were okay. There was no way you could have behaved for as long as you had, not without a proper motivation. But right as Wanda had lifted her hand to start her comms, an unusually loud explosion sounded off, quickly followed by guards running and yelling.

Heading in their direction.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” Wanda mumbled to herself.

Only seconds after Wanda had muttered her lack of surprise at the situation, the same guards she had heard appeared in the hallway behind them. Directly between them and their exit.

Of course, she heard Sam think. Very loudly.

It turned, very quickly, into an all-out brawl. Unlike you, they didn’t exactly aim to kill; if it was avoidable then they would. But that didn’t mean there weren’t still plenty of bodies lying on the ground, continuously making it harder and harder for them to leave.

“To the roof,” Sam ordered during a short lull in the fighting. “We can get an emergency evac from there.”

And before Wanda knew it, they were once again fighting and trying to make their way up the stairs. It wasn’t the most difficult thing in the world, not with her powers and Red Wing. But that didn’t mean it was easy either.

“Leaving already?” You asked over the comms, causing both Wanda and Sam to roll their eyes at the lack of seriousness in your tone.

“Just get to the roof,” Sam replied shortly, refusing to say anymore on the matter.

“When I’m ready.”

Wanda swore if she hadn’t promised Bucky not to kill you, she would have done it then and there.

It didn’t take long after that for Wanda and Sam to make it to the roof. He told her he was going to fly around and scope a potential landing, and Wanda agreed to hold down the fort until he came back. They both ignored the fact that you were nowhere to be found.

In typical Avengers fashion, the guards came back not long after Sam had left her alone. She wished she could have been surprised, but when it happens nearly every time, it loses it’s shock factor.

But this one was worse than usual; Wanda was, unfortunately, feeling overwhelmed. She knew the horde would run out of bodies eventually, but would that happen before or after Sam showed up? She had no clue, and that was something that terrified her.

Needless to say, she got her answer when an entire army made it up to the roof.

“That’s my cue,” your voice came over the comms, a little too cheery for the situation, but Wanda wasn’t going to answer. At that moment, she hoped you burned along with the rest of them.

An explosion rocked the building underneath her feet, sending more panic racing through her veins. Fucking idiot, she thought, you’re going to destroy the building with us still in it! More explosions followed suit.

“You’d better hurry, Sam, Y/N is gonna blow the building,” Wanda spoke clearly, but rushed. As terrified as she was, she knew it would do no good if Sam didn’t even understand her.

“Just a bit longer, I’m almost there.” She didn’t like that Sam sounded more panicked than her.

“Need a hand?” Your voice came through again, but it was drowned out by a roar that grew increasingly louder.

It was a missile. A missile that was going to hit the roof. The roof that she was standing on.

“Just move!”

Wanda was too transfixed by the missile heading her way to notice someone running toward her. Someone who quickly wrapped their arms around her waist. Her body tensed as her feet were lifted off the ground and she was suddenly launched off the side of the building right as the missile hit the spot where she had previously been standing.

Wind rushed past her ears, along with something that sounded like a scream. She couldn’t tell who it was coming from. The trip to the ground took only a moment, but felt like it was never going to end. Well, not until she forcefully met the ground, that is. The air was knocked out of her lungs and the person on top of her didn’t help.

“Get off me,” she grunted as she pushed the person off and sat up. Only when she was up did she notice it was you, new scratches on your face and blood dripping down your ears.

“You stupid Avengers, always in the way,” you mumbled just loud enough for Wanda to hear. Or maybe it was just muffled because of the deafening ringing in her ears.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Wanda shouted, pushing herself onto her feet and watching as you did the same.

“What do you mean, what was I thinking?” You shot back. “You were the one who didn’t move!”

“I didn’t need your help.”

“You almost got hit! By a missile!”

“And yet you were the one who launched it!” Wanda stepped forward, her finger jabbing into your chest as she talked.

“I saved your life!” You shouted back, throwing your hands up in indignation.

“You pushed me off a building!”

“Don’t criticise me! No one else was helping!”

“I didn’t need help from some wannabe hero!”

“I’m not trying to-” you were cut off by the sound of a gun, and your eyes widening. You both looked down to see a dark red spot near your hip, growing larger by the second.

You hit the ground before she could catch you.

Wanda looked past you to see one lone guard, his shirt still on fire and his skin singed beyond recognition. His arm was still up, gun pointed where you had previously been standing. She didn’t have to bother with finishing him; he collapsed, his body slowly burning.

She crouched down immediately, her hand moving to the spot on your hip. Her hands went to press on it; something she had learned from Maria and Natasha, something she hadn’t thought she would ever really need to know.

You groaned ever so slightly when she pressed harder, but aside from that you were silent and still.

“Coming in hot,” Sam said. She didn’t bother looking up, but felt the wind from Sam and the evac landing behind her.

Sam was quick in assessing the damage. He picked you up and carried you to the quinjet, getting you stabilised for the trip back. Wanda thanked the gods that it would be a short trip.

She hoped you would be okay.

----------

Technically, it wasn’t the worst injury someone had come back from a mission with. Tony always came back with multiple contusions, sometimes broken bones if he had been careless. Natasha and Clint were always a mess, having been absorbed in trying to keep the other safe. Hell, you had come back with worse injuries.

So why this one had taken so much out of you, Wanda had no idea. All she knew was that it had been four days and you were still unconscious. Even the doctors couldn’t understand why you hadn’t woken up. Sure, trauma could keep someone in a coma, but you had seen much worse. So why this one?

“Time for food.”

Bless that man.

Wanda looked up from her book to see Clint leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. A signature look for him, she realised. But she noticed, strangely enough, that he did not come with food. Extremely rude.

“Making me scavenge for myself now?” Wanda teased as she closed her book.

“You could say that,” Clint shrugged. “You gotta get out of here for a few hours, Wanda.”

So that was his purpose.

“Not yet,” she answered simply.

“They haven’t woken up yet, won’t wake up while you’re gone.”

“You don’t know that-”

“-Wanda,” Clint interrupted, “they’re not waking up. Get some food, take a shower, maybe a nap. It’ll be fine.”

She looked over to you and just stared. Your face hadn’t really changed since they had gotten you back to SHIELD. No sounds, no movement, nothing. Maybe there was a new crinkle between your brows, but nothing to really indicate you were going to wake up. No matter how much she wanted you to.

Damn you for making her worry about you of all people.

And damn Clint for being right.

“Two hours.”

“Make it five,” Clint shot back, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Three.”

“Four.”

Damn him.

“Fine. Four. But not a minute more,” Wanda sighed. But, and she hated to admit this, Clint was right; she needed some time to recover. She hadn’t even left herself recover from the mission, instead coming straight to the medical ward with you.

Clint nodded once and waited for her to leave before heading into your room. Sweet of him to take her place while she was resting. It would at least give her some respite to know that someone was watching you while she was gone. Now she just needed to take care of herself and get back.

Well. Maybe after a bath.

----------

“Wanda wake up!”

Not the best way for anyone to wake up from a nap.

Wanda shot up out of bed and tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes. She was sure she looked like an absolute mess, and she could feel the knots in her hair. Oh god she felt terrible. Two hours was not enough time for a recovery nap. They better have a good reason for waking her up.

“Good, you’re up,” Clint huffed from the doorway. “Y/N’s gone.”

Okay. Pretty good reason.

She didn’t bother brushing her hair; didn’t even bother changing into clean clothes. It was fine though, she had slept in her mission clothes anyway. What was one more day, right? Besides, it gave her a bit of comfort that she at least wouldn’t be running through the hallways half-naked.

It was, for lack of a better word, pandemonium in the halls. The assumption was that everyone was looking for you; and that assumption was correct. If you hadn’t been such a damn nuisance to SHIELD in the past, maybe they would’ve just let you go.

So really, this was all your fault.

But that didn’t stop Wanda from making her way to where she felt she knew you had gone. There was no proof, but it was a feeling. A feeling that was similar to when she had known whenever Pietro had gotten into trouble. Not quite as strong, because nothing could beat twintuition, but it was still there.

And it was right.

Wanda didn’t know what to really expect you to look like after a few days of rest. But you looked a mess sitting in the dark cell. You were still in your hospital gown, and the gauze was still wrapped around whatever wounds you had sustained. The worst part? You sat curled up in the corner.

“Y/N?” Wanda stepped closer to the cell, but was met with a beeping sound that she was terrifyingly familiar with.

A proximity bomb.

She jumped back and waited for the explosion that never came. Instead, the beeping stopped, and you continued to sit in the corner. Her eyes searched for the bomb, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to find it. If you had hidden it, then you would be the only one who could get to it.

“Everyone is looking for you,” Wanda whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Leave me alone.” Your voice was hoarse, and you let out a series of painful-sounding coughs.

“They’re worried about you.”

“They can worry about themselves,” you shot back, “I��m fine.”

“Y/N,” Wanda urged. She didn’t like seeing you like this. She hadn’t cared for you much, hadn’t even liked you, but this… this wasn’t you. “What happened?”

And then you turned. She could see the bruises on your face, the bags under your eyes, a look on your face that she couldn’t quite place. But your eyes… your eyes pierced through her soul in a way she hadn’t thought possible.

“You fucking heroes happened,” you replied, your eyes never leaving hers. “Couldn’t fucking leave well enough alone, had to bring me into all this fucking mess.”

“Y/N-”

“You wanted me in this fucking cell, now I’m here.” Wanda could tell you were running out of breath. “So leave me the fuck alone.”

With that you turned and stared back at the wall, your back to her. She couldn’t go to you, couldn’t help you. That bomb of yours would blow the both of you up if she got closer. And she just knew you were finished talking to her. You had made your decision, and she would just have to accept it. It seemed the team was right.

You would never be one of them.

[ukulelecal]

Bloom - Part One

The story of flowers.

Pairing: Poet!Luke Hemmings x Female!OC

Warnings: angst!!!! implied smut. perhaps a swear or two. mostly angst

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: can yall believe that this video sent me so feral that i wrote this whole lil mini series in like five days?? i'm not surprised tbh. ANYWAY omg i really am excited for y'all to read this!!! i hope you love it!!! i would love your feedback, and please please remember that reblogs mean the absolute world to creators!

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Devon would never forget the first poem Luke wrote for her.

He was a blushing mess as he handed her the folded piece of paper, insisting she read it later because he didn’t want to see her reaction. He had a lip ring then, blond hair spiked up and a wardrobe full of band t-shirts and black skinny jeans. He certainly didn’t look like how anyone would imagine a poet, but one look at his work would tell anyone that he had the mind for the craft.

Luke’s way with words was unmatched. Devon always called it a superpower; the way he was able to capture readers with words strung together so beautifully and paint a picture in the brain. He made people feel something. He had a gift, no doubt.

All of his poems were breathtaking, and he wrote many for her. The first would always be her favorite.

It was called The Orchids. The poem compared a woman to a field of orchids, delicate and lush. It was simple but sweet. Devon vividly remembered the rush of giddiness she felt as she read it, knowing it was written just for her. She remembered calling Luke after reading it over and over again, gushing about how much she loved it. He explained to her later that he chose orchids because the color of the shirt she was wearing the day they met reminded him of them.

They were only freshmen in college then. First time away from home, getting their first taste of real independence. Of adulthood. They met in a seminar class that every first year student had to take. One that everyone else hated but Luke and Devon loved, just because they got to see each other. A couple of coffee dates lead to The Orchids, which lead to a loving relationship and many, many more poems.

College was just about to come to an end now. Graduation was coming up fast, and that brought the simultaneously exciting and dreadful question: what next?

The future was something that used to delight Luke and Devon. Countless nights, they talked about marriage, a house, a dog, children. Luke would be a renowned poet, Devon a respected social worker. They had it all planned out. Even if their white picket fence dreams fell through, they would be happy so long as they had each other.

With graduation creeping closer and closer, Devon wasn’t so sure about their plans.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want it anymore. She still loved Luke with all of her heart. She wanted everything they had talked about, a future with him. Some deeper thinking into her career led her heart elsewhere.

It came out at dinner one evening, sat at the table of Devon and Luke’s shared apartment that they had moved into junior year.

“I’ve been thinking about going to grad school,” she blurted out. She twisted her spaghetti on her fork to distract herself. His face lit up, but Devon didn’t quite share his excitement. She knew this was something she wanted, but she was about to make a huge sacrifice that she had been trying to convince herself that she was ready for.

“Yeah? That’s great, Dev!” Luke cheered. “Here?”

The proud smile on his face quickly dropped when he saw the look of dread on hers. Graduate school was certainly a good thing, but if she wasn’t thrilled, Luke knew there must be a catch.

“Not here?” Devon shook her head. “Then where?”

The name of the school that she mumbled under her breath made Luke’s heart sink. It was far away. Very far.

“Oh.”

Luke wanted to kick himself for being disappointed. It was selfish, so selfish. He should have been proud that Devon wanted to further her education, and he was. He couldn’t fathom trying to take that away from her, but the thought of his girl being so far away was gut wrenching.

He wiped the frown off his face as quickly as it came. He reminded himself that he needed to be supportive, even if it hurt.

“That’s awesome, baby. I’m really proud of you.”

Devon knew he wasn’t lying when he said he was proud of her, but she could tell he wasn’t as excited as he was trying to seem.

“You don’t have to act happy about this, Lu,” she murmured, still pushing her pasta around. “I know what you’re thinking.”

He sighed and dropped his fork on his plate. Of course she saw through him. She always did. After four years of being together, Devon knew Luke better than anyone.

“I really am proud of you for doing this, honey. Don’t think that I’m not. It’s just…” he trailed off, unable to think of a way to put what he wanted to say without sounding selfish. “It’s so far away.”

Devon swallowed the lump in her throat. She was headstrong, and she knew that she needed to put her career and her own desires first. That didn’t mean it hurt any less to move so far away from the love of her life.

“I know, bubs,” she whispered. “But this is something I really want for myself. For my future.”

“Oh, honey, I know,” Luke sighed, not wanting her to feel bad. “I want you to do this. But the distance...I know it’s selfish of me-”

“It’s not selfish, Luke,” she interrupted, shaking her head softly. “It’s not easy for me either. But this school has the best graduate program for social work. Besides, I haven’t finished my application yet and I’m applying to some other places too. I might not even get in.”

Perhaps the most selfish thing of all was that a tiny part of him hoped she wouldn’t get in. It would break her heart if she didn’t, but maybe she wouldn’t be so far. Luke hated himself for the thought even crossing his mind for a split second.

Devon could see how this was affecting him. She understood; she knew he was planning on proposing shortly after graduation, though they were in no hurry to actually get married until they both had secure jobs. Moving hundreds of miles away for two years undoubtedly threw a wrench in the plans.

She had gone back and forth for a while as she searched for grad schools. As much as she wanted to stay close, her future career was something that she valued greatly. Devon was a first generation college student, and she wanted nothing more than to make her family proud. However, Luke was important too. The distance wouldn’t be easy, but she tried to be optimistic. She could only hope that he would want to try too.

“Don’t think like that, Dev,” Luke mumbled. He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. His desire for Devon to succeed and his desire to keep her close were battling each other, and it only frustrated him.

He thought about his words for a few moments, but couldn’t find the right thing to say.

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

Devon gave a silent nod. She needed to let him feel this out, and honestly, she needed to do the same. Thinking about it was one thing, but actually telling Luke was another. She had been stressing over it for a while, and now that it was finally out, her and Luke had to actually deal with it together.

The couple finished their dinner in silence, the only sounds to be heard being the slight scraping of forks against plates and the occasional sighs.

Devon couldn’t help but feel guilty. Over the years, she had conditioned herself to put her own aspirations first. She had sacrificed a lot for others in her lifetime, but many people had made sacrifices for her as well. She felt she had found a balance between taking care of herself and taking care of the people around her. She knew that moving away for a while for her own benefit would have an effect on her relationship, but she didn’t feel as if she had to choose one or the other. If Luke was willing to try to make things work, then so was she.

Luke took his last bite of spaghetti and stood up from the table. He silently made his way to the sink to wash his plate before turning back to Devon.

“I’m going to write for a bit, okay?” He mumbled, slowly making his way towards the spare bedroom that doubled as his workspace. No doubt a poem was going to come out of everything he was feeling at the moment. Devon nodded and her brown eyes watched as Luke turned on his heel to walk away.

“Luke?” She called out before he got too far. He turned around with a hum of acknowledgement. “I love you.”

Despite the anxiety and dread he was feeling, he smiled.

He walked back over to where Devon still sat at the table. With her face cradled lovingly in his hands, he bent down to press a soft yet meaningful kiss to her lips. The kiss said that even if things were uncertain, this wasn’t over.

“I love you too.”

…

Devon’s breath caught in her throat when an email from her top choice grad school came through.

She had poured over her personal statement and fretted over her interview. No matter how much everyone assured her, she couldn’t help the anxiety that ate her away.

With a deep breath, she opened the email.

Accepted with a scholarship.

“Luke! Bubs, I got in! I got in!”

She ran into the spare bedroom where Luke was hunched over one of his many poetry notebooks. His head whipped up at his girlfriend’s yells, his brain taking a moment to process her words after being in the writing zone.

For a moment, neither of them were thinking about the distance. All that mattered was Devon’s amazing achievement.

Luke stood up to meet her. Devon practically tackled him in a hug and he easily held her close.

“Congratulations, honey,” he mumbled into her hair. “Fuck, I’m so proud of you.”

He held her for a few minutes, neither of them able to wipe the smiles off their faces. This meant a lot to Devon, and Luke knew it. He knew from the moment he met her that she was going to do great things in life. She was motivated, intelligent, passionate. Anyone could see it. It was one of the many things he loved about her.

Luke pulled away in favor of cupping her cheeks in his hands. Devon flushed under his adoring gaze, eyes falling downwards.

“You’re incredible, Devon Murphy.”

She kissed him as a form of thanks, melting into each other’s touch. Their eyes met when they pulled away, bright blue and warm brown. Devon wasn’t the wordsmith that Luke was, but she didn’t have to be. Her eyes and her actions told him and everyone else everything that they needed to know. Devon was in love with him, and Luke, her.

Even with Luke’s way with words, Devon could read his eyes too. They were just as expressive as his poetry. As they gazed at each other, she could see the flash of sorrow as his mind travelled elsewhere. She didn’t need to ask to know what he was thinking about.

“Luke…” she whispered with a softened gaze. The guilt was returning, although she knew she had nothing to feel guilty about. She had always struggled with her determination to put herself first. It wasn’t Luke’s fault either, however; his feelings about her leaving were completely valid.

“No. None of that right now,” he stated, shaking his head. “This is a huge accomplishment, Dev. We’re not going to be sad tonight.”

A grin tugged at the corner of Devon’s lips as Luke pulled away, grabbing his phone from the desk and sticking it in his pocket. He placed a hand on the small of her back and led her to the door of the bedroom.

“I think you deserve a celebratory dinner, honey, yeah?” He offered, handing trailing to the side to hold her waist. She chuckled and leaned into him.

“You could throw in a frozen pizza and I’d be happy, bubs.”

“Hell no,” he scoffed as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion in the world. “You just got into grad school! I’m taking you out for dinner. If you want pizza, we can get pizza, but not a frozen one.”

Devon couldn’t help but throw her arms around him again, burying her face into his chest. He tilted his head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She knew this wasn’t easy, and she was beyond grateful that he was being supportive.

“Thank you, bubs. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey. So are we getting pizza, or do you want to go somewhere else? It’s up to you.”

“Pizza sounds good. Can we go to the place with the good garlic knots?”

Luke laughed as he slipped on his shoes.

“Of course we can.”

Devon slipped on her own shoes and grabbed her denim jacket from the hook by the door before the couple made their way downstairs. Luke’s beat up Prius came into view as they stepped into the parking lot. Devon had named the car Bertha; she was old and a little rusty, but she got the job done.

Luke drove to the small pizzeria not far from their apartment complex. Once inside, they were seated quickly and ordered garlic knots and a pizza to share.

“We haven’t talked much about your writing lately,” Devon said once the waitress walked away. “What have you been working on?”

Luke shrugged and sipped his water.

“Not much. I haven’t really gotten anything good out.”

Truthfully, he had written a lot of poems about Devon leaving. He wasn’t going to tell her that at their celebratory dinner, though.

“In a slump?” She queried sincerely.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Maybe next weekend we can go out, go to the park. You always get inspired there.”

Luke grinned and reached across the table for her hand.

“I’d love that, Dev.”

The rest of dinner flew by, conversation getting lost in buttery garlic knots and savory pizza. Luke offered dessert, but Devon was too full to even think about it. A sly joke about having her for dessert at home had the giggling couple paying the check and driving home at record speed where Luke certainly made good on his promise.

Devon and Luke laid in bed that night where whispered I love you’s and gentle kisses put them to sleep. Not a negative thought in either of their minds. They were content, but the future still loomed menacingly ahead.

…

The apartment was once a place of solace. It was a place where Luke and Devon could get away from the stress of college life and simply be together. It was safe and comforting. A place they knew they were always welcome.

As time went on, the apartment slowly shifted from a place of joy to a place of dread.

Graduation day was coming up, and both Devon and Luke knew what that meant.

They busied themselves with assignments and exams, Devon simultaneously preparing herself for grad school. She didn’t say much about it to Luke; whenever it came up, the tension between them only got stronger. It led to them bickering about other things to avoid the conversation.

Before they knew it, graduation had come and passed. Devon and Luke officially had their bachelor’s degrees, Luke in creative writing and Devon in social work. The days leading up to it were a good distraction, celebrations with friends and family taking their minds off the move. But it was over. Devon needed to get to her new city soon to set up her new apartment and get her bearings before school started. It was time to face the music.

“Luke?” Devon mumbled as he came out of the spare bedroom. She had been waiting for him to finish so they could talk.

He sighed and sat down next to her on the couch, knowing exactly what this was about. They both had been dreading the conversation, but he knew just as well as her that they needed to discuss it before it was too late.

“Are you ready for this?” She whispered, glancing at him with sad eyes. He didn’t return her gaze.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to be away from you for this long, honey.”

Luke could feel his guard coming down. He wanted this for Devon, but he was struggling to keep his want for her to stay close suppressed.

“I don’t want you to think I’m not considering you in this,” she began, reaching for his hand in his lap. “Leaving won’t be easy for me either.”

“I know.”

He was too scared to say much else.

The couple was silent for a moment. They racked their brains for something to say that would make the situation easier on either of them.

“Maybe you could come with.”

Devon regretted it as soon as it came out of her mouth.

Luke huffed and sent her a look.

“You know I can’t do that.”

She did know. If he could do that, he would have jumped on the opportunity immediately. Luke couldn’t afford to move. He was working on fulfilling his lifelong dream of releasing a poetry book. He was getting so close. Publishers were starting to take interest in him, and he nearly had enough money saved to cover the costs. It was difficult to save money when his part time job at a local bookstore didn’t pay much in the first place and he still needed to pay for school as well as his share of the rent and groceries, among other necessary things. Devon was a little luckier. Neither of their families had much to contribute, and she needed to pay for the same things as him, but her part time job paid better than his and she had money saved from when she managed to land a paid internship first semester. It was covering the costs of her move and grad school.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

She watched him for another moment, trying to fight back the tears that were welling in her eyes.

“Please say something, Luke,” she whimpered. All she wanted was for him to affirm what she so desperately wanted; for them to be okay.

He finally looked at her, both sets of eyes red rimmed. Devon squeezed his hand.

“Do you really have to go, Dev?”

The break in his voice sent the first tear gliding down Devon’s cheek.

“You know how much this means to me, Lu. I really think we can make this work.”

“Can we? Can we really?” Luke’s tone turned frustrated. Devon’s mouth dropped open slightly. Did he not believe they could last?

“What are you saying?” She whispered, voice shaking.

He sighed and roughly stood up, dropping Devon’s hand in the process.

“We’ll never talk. We’ll both be so busy. You’ll have school, I’ll be working. And you know neither of us have the money to be visiting each other often. There will hardly be anything,” he rambled, pacing around the living room. Maybe his selfish side was coming out, but he felt he was just being realistic.

Luke always aimed for realism, particularly in his poetry. He wrote largely about real life experiences and channeled his emotions into beautiful, flowing rhymes. His best work came from personal connection.

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but write about what he wished he had.

His idealistic poems were never about Devon; his relationship with her was practically perfect. But this was something that no idealistic poem could fix. No words could change what was happening to them.

“I’ll make time for you, Luke. Won’t you do the same?” She questioned, growing frustrated as well. She had wanted him to share her optimism, but clearly he didn’t. A part of her knew he was right, but she wasn’t going to back down.

“Of course I’ll make time. But will it be enough? No matter how much we try, will it be enough to keep what we have going? Look at what it’s doing to us now! You haven’t even left yet and we can barely keep it together.”

“Do you really have that little faith in us, Luke?” Her voice was calm, despite how she felt on the inside. She narrowed her eyes at him. “No one said it would be easy. But we’ve been together for four years. I believe in us.”

Luke took another breath, trying his best to keep his emotions and tears at bay.

“I want to believe in us, Devon. I really do.” He turned to look at her. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and it only made his heart ache more. “I still want a future with you. I want the house and the dog and the kids we’ve always talked about. But I have a bad feeling. We’ve never been away from each other for more than a few weeks. I just...the distance is going to break us.”

Luke’s own words cut him like a knife. As much as he wanted to believe they could last, his own insecurities caused him doubt. He wasn’t sure if he truly believed that or if he just wanted to save himself the heartbreak of being away from Devon for so long.  

Devon let his words sink in. Even if it did break them before she finished her degree, she was willing to try until they couldn’t anymore. Maybe he was right. Maybe the distance would break them eventually. But it hurt her that he didn’t have any faith at all. Still, she understood where he was coming from.

There was no winner in this situation.

She thought for a moment, and finally came to the conclusion that they were both thinking about.

“Fine.” She slowly stood up from the couch and looked him in the eye. They were both shattered. Hearts were breaking into a million pieces simultaneously. Devon put on the most stoic face she could muster with tears still leaking from her eyes. “We obviously want different things right now. I have school, you have your book, and clearly we can’t handle both at the same time. Maybe there shouldn’t be an us.”

Although he had essentially been the one to suggest it, her words felt like a punch in the gut.

This wasn’t what either of them wanted. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But the truth was becoming more and more apparent. They couldn’t do this. Not now.

However, Luke mimicked Devon’s actions and put on a blank face.

“Maybe there shouldn’t.”

They stared at each other for another few moments. Reality was setting in. This was the end of Luke and Devon. All of the coffee dates, the love poems, living off Ramen and questionable dining hall food together, walks in the park, kisses, I love you’s, the late night talks of the future, everything gone down the drain.

Devon shut herself in the bedroom before Luke could see her break.

…

The next month before Devon moved was painful. Her and Luke hardly said a word to each other. They ate their meals separately, not bothering to cook together like they used to or order food to share. They both spent time with friends before everyone went off to their new adult lives. When they weren’t out, Devon locked herself in the bedroom while Luke did the same in the spare. They hadn’t slept in the same bed since before their fight.

Devon spent a lot of free time packing. She went through all of her belongings, creating piles of things to keep, things to donate, and things to throw away.

She soon came across something that made all of her emotions about the breakup resurface.

It was the shoebox that she kept all of the poems Luke had written for her in. She kept every single one.

With a quivering lip, she opened the box and gazed at its contents. Piles of folded papers were neatly tucked inside, his declarations of love all written out in one place. They were her most prized possessions. She went back and reread them often, and the feeling of having someone love her like Luke did was the best feeling in the world.

Devon choked out a sob, burying her face into her hands in hopes that he wouldn’t hear her through the thin walls. The fact that he was right next door hurt her even more. The caring, gentle boy that made her swoon with his charming smile and romantic poetry. He made her fall in love with him all over again every day. He was everything, and she lost him.

She slowly read through each poem. Instead of joy and adoration, all she felt was anguish and heartache. She never thought she would feel this way about Luke.

When she got to the bottom, she pulled out the last poem, and her heart completely broke in her chest.

The Orchids.

Devon couldn’t keep her sobs at bay. She clutched the paper to her chest, every bit of pain coming out in tears.  

Luke could hear her through the wall.

His heart told him to run in and comfort her. His brain told him it would only make things worse for both of them.

He plugged his ears, trying to block out the dreadful sound. He was in just as much pain as her, but the sound of the love of his life’s sorrow only made his own worse.

Glancing down at the open notebook in front of him, he reread the poem he was writing, and soon he found himself joining Devon in tears.

It was called Wilted. Their relationship that had once been a beautiful flower, an orchid, lost its sunlight and its water, and now it had wilted. Dead, grey, dried up.

Luke dropped his pen and folded his arms on the desk, burying his head into them. He cried.

The broken couple, only separated by a thin wall, might as well have already been miles apart. They cried together, but there was no sense of unity between them. Their pain was past what any poem could portray.

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Hai @ficsandgiggles !! I'm your squealing santa!!! I hope you enjoy your fic, and happy holidays!

And thank you to @ticklygiggles for organizing all this!! <3

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(A post-Unus Annus tickle fic!! Lee!Ethan and Ler!Mark, platonic.)

Ethan is nervous because he thinks that since Unus Annus is dead, no one will remember him or his channel. Mark seeks ways to comfort him

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It was a couple days after Christmas and Mark had invited a couple friends over, safely. Some of his “YouTuber friends” took the C0vid test, and all tested negative so they got together, still being as safe as possible. Along with Ethan, Mark had the entirety of “Teamiplier” and more. Everyone was thankfully safe beforehand, and afterwards.

The others had left for some personal business, but Ethan stayed for a bit longer, not entirely motivated to drive home by himself. Mark was used to having Ethan around his home. Thanks to Unus Annus, Ethan felt like a roommate to him every once in a while. And he didn’t mind! As much as he made fun of Ethan, the two were best friends.

Ethan helped Mark and Amy clean up after the dinner. Amy had noticed Ethan’s eyes began to look wet, and seemed like he wasn’t doing okay.

“Hey, uh–would it be okay if I sat down f-for a moment. I’m—feeling dizzy.”

The other two looked up from their work and nodded.

“Yeah sure, go sit down.” Mark motioned his head towards the couch.

“Thanks..” Ethan sat on Mark’s couch with his hands on his forehead. Mark immediately got back to cleaning up. Amy smacked his arm.

“He’s clearly not feeling well. You should go talk to him.” she whispered.

“He seems..fine. I thought he was just dizzy...”

“Something’s on his mind. Just–go!”

“I don’t want you to hafta clean up everything by yourself-” he whined.

“I’ll be fine, just go talk to him.” she smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she nudged him towards his friend. Mark smiled and headed towards Ethan.

Ethan heard footsteps coming toward him, so he quickly wiped his eyes and masked a slight smile for Mark.

“W-What’s up?” he stuttered, hoping his friend wouldn’t notice his current condition.

“What do you mean what’s up? Somethings not okay with you. Do you feel sick or something?” Mark sat down next to his friend. He was genuinely concerned. He didn’t want Ethan to feel bad.

“No, not sick.. Just…..tired. I guess..” He smiled, truly trying to be considerate, he shoved his emotions down inside himself to not burden anyone else. “I feel fine, Mark. Don’t worry about it.”

“You do not feel fine. I’m here to help! We can talk if you’d like. I just wanna help.” Mark’s eyes were locked on Ethan’s, making no error in showing him that he wanted to help. Ethan scoffed a bit and  looked away.

“I’m fine..just don't worry about it-”

Mark sighed. He hated seeing his friend feel down.

"Tell you what. Can I at least try to make you feel better, however you're feeling?" He raised his eyebrows, feeling determined to make sure Ethan could go back to being his best self.

"Yeah..sure." he chuckled slightly.

"Good. That's all I need." Mark ran past the kitchen for a moment, then ran back dog in hand.

"Heh, hi Beeks." He ruffled the top of Chica's fluffy face. Mark's eyes widened at Ethan's lack of emotion.

"Really?? Chica can't even help?" He put Chica's paws on Ethan's leg and pretended that Chica had a sad look on her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling it!" Ethan threw his hands in the air for a moment. Mark stared at him, ideas flowing through his head for what could work even better than shoving a dog in his face.

"C'monnn! C'moooooon~" Mark cood while poking all around Ethan's torso. "I just wanna heeeeelp~"

Ethan swatted Mark's hands away. Mark noticed the slight grin forming on Ethan's face. He was attempting to hold down the bubbly giggles in his chest.

"Ohohoh... I got an idea to make yous feel bettah~" Mark used his 'Yancy' voice, indicating a playful tone towards Ethan.

"Mahark, don't you dare. It's not the time for this-" Instead of getting up from the couch, he began to shrink himself in to the couch's corner. With the realization that this idea wouldn't be the greatest, he continued executing it.

"Ohhhohoh I think it IS the time for this~" Mark playfully wiggled his fingers towards the younger man's stomach.

"Nohohoho!!" Ethan sunk further into the couch. As far as he could until Mark's fingers barely made contact with his quivering stomach.

"Yes!" Mark pounced and dug his clawed hands into Ethan's sides. Ethan twitched and squirmed as if he just got electrocuted, laughing hysterically.

"NAHAHA YOHOHOU AHAHAHASS-" He writhed and locked his arms in a position that almost made him look like he was operating a jetpack.

"Ass? I'm trying to help you out! Trying to make you feel better! I don't even know the reason for the horrid feeling has overcome you!" Mark's clawed hands scribbled over to the side of Ethan's ribs, Making Ethan's loud giggles go up an octave.

"NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHARK QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT-" Ethan jolted again to the side.

"Nnnope! I'm gonnnnnnnnaaaaa......tickle your tummy! Tickle tickle!! Tickle tickle tickle!!" Mark's teasy voice was one Ethan had never heard before, but was enjoying thoroughly.

Through Ethan's incoherent giggles, Mark could barely understand all of what he was saying except for a mere "whyhyhyhy".

Ethan's major giggle fest was urging Ethan to fall off the couch. Before Ethan could 'escape' in any way, Mark thrusted his leg between Ethans' to keep him in place.

"Nuh-uh-uh~" Mark clicked. "I will sit here and tickle the information out of you if I have tooo~"

Ethan had no time to retaliate when he was at Mark's mercy once again. The tickling fingers moved and began vibrating at the crevice of Ethan's neck.

"FAAAHAHAHAHAHAHACK NAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Ethan screamed as his hands moved to try to push away Mark from his sensitive neck. The two could even hear Amy giggling at them from the kitchen.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAMY AHAHARE YOHOHOU ENJOHOYIHING THIHIHIS-" Ethan squealed to her from across the room.

"Am I doin' good Amy?" Mark began attacking Ethan's exposed underarms, from blocking his neck.

"You're doing great hunny!" Amy giggled again from the kitchen.

"YOOHOHOU TWOHOHOHO SHUHUT UHUHUP" Ethan's laughter grew twice as loud, and thrice as joyous. Mark chuckled at his friend who was clearly smiling. Not just from the tickling sensations, but he seemed to be feeling a lot better than before.

After what seemed like hours, but was really about 20 minutes in all, Mark slowed his tickles down to slight scratches on Ethan's back. Ethan, who was laying face down on the couch now, was giggling, almost sleepily.

"You feelin' any better? You ready to talk?" Mark moved so Ethan could sit up and breathe if he needed to.

"Yeah, I feel better." He grinned. "But..do we hafta talk about shit?"

“Come on, I really want to help whatever you’re going through. Please?” Mark nodded his head, showing that he was being serious.

Ethan saw Mark’s intent, and unraveled his feelings.

“I’m just having a bit of a harder time with Unus Annus. I’m fine with it being over, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad..but it’s making me feel like I’ve been forgotten already.” He looked down, avoiding eye contact. What he was feeling seemed so silly, so inconvenient. He didn’t know why this made him anxious, it normally never did. Mark’s eyes widened.

“Man are you serious? You’ve got literally nothing to worry about! Your fans absolutely adore you! You've got touring plans! You just hit 2 mil!! That’s a win in my book!” He pat Ethan’s shoulders.

“I know, I know! And I’m nothing but thankful! But.. I just feel like ever since Unus Annus is gone....people are forgetting about me already. Views have gone down and likes have gone down and ‘hate comments’ have gone up and all sorts of shit like that! And I know it’s petty to just think about views, but to be honest it kind of hurts my feelings. Which is really stupid.”

Mark understood Ethan’s feelings. It’s hard to feel unfulfilled. It’s hard to feel forgotten. He’s had times like that too.

“Hey, no one is forgetting about you. If anything Unus Annus probably boosted your channel!” he chuckled unharshly. Ethan sighed.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I really think you’ve got nothing to be worried about. Honestly, I see you working harder than ever now that Unus Annus is dead. And you’re making so much progress. You’re progressing faster than I hoped to have when I was where you are. You’re doing so much, and your fans love you. You’re amazing, man.” Ethan looked up and smiled at Mark.

“Damn, that really means a lot to me. Thanks Mark.” he smiled widely.

"No problem, you ticklish dork." He ruffled Ethan's hair like a child. "And thanks to you for being ticklish enough for me to get you to talk." He winked and Ethan chuckled.

“No problem, asshole.”

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Wow! This is the first full fic I've written and posted to tumblr! I hope yall like it!! :D xx

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Chapter four: What’s the occasion Satori?

Summary: Y/n and Tendou are deeply in love. Living on the other side of Tokyo now, the Monsters are still up to their old shit. They even opened a few businesses for Tax reasons. Even though it’s been almost three years later, Y/n still has never been able to understand how they have avoided the law several times. When Tendou’s Mother reappears in his life, Y/n is confused as Tendou claimed she is dead. Finding out Tendou is being forced to take over the family business by his Mother, she soon learns the truth behind Tendou’s reason he never gets in legal trouble is his family business. His mother is quick to decline Y/n as his future wife and tries to set up Tendou with someone she sees more fit. What will happen to Y/n and Tendou? What will happen to Tendou’s “family business”? What does this mean for the future of the Monsters?

TW: Swearing, mentions of pills, Yakuza, suggestive content, mentions of sex.     Word count: 776 

An: Sorry this is so late and so short, Today has not been it yall, I'm sorry dfvhjfhdv TW: Mental health here: I'm just really sad today, I just needed to post a chapter though cause it’s become such an important thing to me to do to help keep me motivated for stuff. 

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Third person Pov - Monday

Monday came faster than anyone could anticipate. As Y/n and Shirabu’s friends left and headed back to their homes, Y/n was getting ready to head out to the monster's house. 

“Let me walk you. I have to meet Suna and Kenma anyways.” Shirabu spoked up. 

“Alright. Let’s go then!” She said as she walked out the door.

The two walked down and talked about the time they spent with their old friends. The walk seemed to go quicker then normal as they said their goodbye and Y/n walked inside the house. 

“Satori! I’m here!” She yelled out, taking her shoes off. 

She headed into the dinner room to see the table set up nicely. Her favorite scent in candle form sitting in the spot, on a beautiful black lace tablecloth. 

“Paradise.” Tendou saidas he opened his arms for a hug. Y/n gave him a hug and a quick kiss. 

“What's the occasion Satori?” 

“Let’s eat first Y/n, okay?” He said with a smile. 

The two sat down enjoying (y/f/f) as they talked and laughed for a bit. 

After the meal was done, Tendou took Y/n be the hand and led her outside to the backyard. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Just outside, I love looking at you under the moonlight, Paradise.” He said back. 

When the two arrived outside he pulled her down next to him on the back porch. 

“Y/n?’ He said, nerves clear in his voice.

“What’s wrong Satori?” 

“If I told you I was destined to be a criminal what would you say?” 

“Oh soo the bike shop and funeral home are for money laundering?” 

“My bike sho- I mean yes, but not what I was talking about.” 

“I have kinda known since wayyy before we started dating.” She said with a laugh.

“No Y/n, I mean like, What if I become part of organized crime?” 

“Satori, you already are.” 

“Dammit no I mean like the fucking Yakuza Y/n.” He said with a hint of annoyance.

“Oh shit.” She said quietly. 

“I am sorry for snapping, but I just have to take over the one on this side of town and just” He took a deep breath. “I have no choice, I just wanted to know how you felt abou-” 

Tendou was cut off by Y/n as she pulled him into a passionate kiss. 

“That's so fucking hot Satori.” She said as she pulled back. 

“Did I accidentally give my girlfriend a danger kink?” He asked with a laugh. 

“Only if it’s you and me involved, Satori.” He pulled her back into a kiss as things began to get more heated on the back porch. 

“Can I see all of you under the moonlight?” He whispered into her neck.

“Please.” She bagged. 

Meanwhile, Shirabu, Suna, and Kenma were seated around the two’s shared apartment. Kenma was off in his own world as he was on his laptop.

“So are you guys going to say yes?” Shirabu asked them. 

“Yeah, I mean, it’s basically what I wanted anyways so why wouldn’t I?” Suna said. 

“You have a point.” Shirabu said. 

“Just this way I have back up.” Suna said with a small laugh. 

“How about you Kenma?” 

“Yeah, I talked to Tendou and we worked shit out. I don’t have to do shit I can’t.” kenma said monotonously, barley taking his attention from his screen. 

“How about you Mr. Pill stealer?” 

“I want too but if y/n is not, I will choose to follow her.” 

“Oh?” Kenma said, as he looked up from his laptop. 

“Well she’s my best friend, like my other half. I can’t lose her you know?”

“Like best friend or best friend?” Suna asked, adding air quotes to the second best friend. 

“Like the first one, she’s like my twin. I wouldn't date my sister. We kissed one time and we both washed our face with soap after.” 

“When was that?” Suna asked. Kenma lost interest again as he returned to his laptop screen.

“Right before second year started.” Shirabu laughed at the memory. 

The guys joked around and just hung out after their serious conversion. Shirabu laid down on the couch after a few beers, wondering if you would be as keen as he thought to accept Tendou. Their phones all buzzed as Matsukawa messaged their group chat. 

Tendou really said hot porch sex tonight damn 

Shirabu laughed and a few minutes later received a text from Y/n. 

Can we talk, Kenjiro?

He felt himself begin to feel nervous, would I really hate leaving the monsters this much? 

He messaged you back and sat up on the couch.

Yeah of course Y/n.

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OMORI SPOILERS, but it accidentally turned into a long appreciation thread for the game and fandom??

[TLDR] I am very greatful for this community and the game because it pretty much got my life back on track ♡

Anyways thinking about how in the "netural" ending when basil yknow, uses the garden sheers on himself, sunny decides that nothing is there

Sometimes i wonder if sunny really still cared for basil or not, but thinking about it now

He did

He still cared for everyone.

In his mind basil was still his best friend, and to see his best friend do that

Fuck man

Omori hurts bad

Whenever i sit here and think about the little things

The slight details that i missed in febuary

Theyre all so

Hurtful

So greatful that i found out about this game man, it means so much to me, before Omori i spent all day miserable thinking about the same thing that upsets me so much but

Omori gave me something new to think about, something that wasnt distracting because it made me sad or someones life was at stake, but because it made me happy

I finally have the motivation to draw and animate again, and sure the bad things are still on my mind all day but, i see an omori video or meme or fanart or just think about the game and the bad thoughts are completely lost for a moment

I could talk about this game for hours on end, truly

And Basil man, ive never related to a character so well, its so nice seeing someone whos like me, even if its fictional

Its like nobody understands me as a person but if Basil were here, he would because he IS that person

Ik it sounds corny, but its 5 AM and im in a strange mood, no, more like a greatful mood

I think im starting to be happy with the things in my life, and that happiness started because of Omori. And fuck yeah this fandom is amazing, a majority are great people, you guys make beautiful art and animations, hilarous memes, cool ass fanfics, all the good shit

Its stupid, i know, to say a video game is whats picking my life back up, but ive felt so fucking terrible for over a year and finally, finally im starting to be okay again

Its not just omori of course, but i can thank omori for being the reason i started appreciating the things i had more, and loving my people more, i spend time with my family now, i dont just sit in my room miserable all day. I sound like an idiot huh

Idk man im just rambling

Rambling my thoughts onto this silly app and like 10 people will see this and read it through

Idek how this post got to this point, i just wanted to talk about a little detail i noticed

Idk man, this game will likely forever be my number one, maybe im wrong but, right now, where im at, this game is like motivation for me

Thank you Omocat for creating this game, thank you everyone who donated and made the games creation possible, thank you to a majority of the fandom (excluding the ppl who would look at or make r34, blame basil, and argue over ships aside from the hero x anyone but mari and the sibling ships cuz wtf?? Why would u ship siblings or hero with the friend group??) Because truth be told, with how small this fandom is, its like every day i have new fanart to look forward to

Just off the top of my head, ginumo and tabdood i owe you 2 a lot <3 U two are one of the main reasons i stayed in the fandom at the beginning and i look forward to every piece of art you guys make, so thank you

Theres others but im bad with names

Not just them tho, every piece of fanart i see, i love it

I love beginner artists making fanart because fuck yeah its so sweet, and one day they'll look back at it, thats where they started, and they'll want to revisit omori, and all the artists that have been drawing for years and years making omori art, YEAAH MAN EVERY FANARTIST BRUH <3

I love all of you, every creator in this fandom, yeah im talking about you

What you just made one drawing?? Oh u just discuss the game?? FUCK YEAH I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THE GAME !! THAT ONE PIECE OF FANART IS GOLDEN BRO !!

Dont get me started on the comics yall make

Even the people who like or reblog, yall keeping the fanartists and discussors going bro

Love yall

Everyone of yall

Goodnight ♡

[himbo-kuto]

haikyuu characters as jenna marbles videos pt.1

giving my boyfriend a brazilian blowout + MSBY’s reaction 

well... welcome to my brainrot-- LMFAO i don’t know why one day i decided to make this a thing... but HERE IT IS!! AHAHAAH i have a few parts in the making so i hope you’ll all enjoy it! later down the road when multiple parts are posted i’ll put them into a masterlist! these are more loosely based on the videos but trying to keep the energy with who i pair them with!!

ps. thanks for so much love on the aone headcanon 🥺  it rly made me all warm and fuzz on the inside!! i eventually want to make a lil series for him!!

pairing: gn!youtuber x sakusa genre: fluff warnings: time!skip stuff

it would take quite a bit of convincing, since it’s something he’s never done before (neither have you HAHAHA)

but after you told him you saw your friend do it to their boyfriend and how easy it was, he finally gave in

on the lowlow though you wanted to give him a brazilian blowout because you saw him with straight hair one(1) time and you would’ve liked to see it many more times

so now self-inserting your ulterior motives with ideas for video content, you now Needed to make this a thing

he would highkey look annoyed the entire time, but would love it at the same time because he really does enjoy spending time with you since he’s at practice all the time :(

he too puts on gloves even though he’s not touching/doing anything-- always gotta be safe you know???

makes tiny comments how if you owned a salon you would be in violation for not being clean enough

(you may have pulled his hair a bit on that one)

you make sure your application is pristine because any less than that and he would give you an earful

omi holds the end of your shirt when you’re straightening his hair as one of his little displays of affection with you

(your subscribers notice and go WILD because they think it’s so cute)

makes cute little faces as his hair whips past his eyes when you’re blow drying

when you’re finally done and it’s all straightened you just take the time to admire your masterpiece

but you purposefully turned off the monitor so he couldn’t see

so now he’s looking at you all confused

“well???? does it look bad???”

you are honestly at a loss for words because T H I S????? OOOF-- TRYNA HOLD YOURSELF FOR BARKIN AT THIS MAN

“you hate it--”

you immediately shook your head, denying his allegations because you were worlds away from hating it

you ran your fingers over his now straight soft black hair, fluffing it here and there

“to be quite frank, i think you look hot--”

he blushed real hard being caught off guard by your direct comment (as if yall havent been dating for like 2 years) but you continue to ramble on

“NOT THAT YOU DIDN’T LOOK HOT WITH YOUR CURLY HAIR-- you also look hot with your straight hair and--”

you turned the monitor back on and that’s when he finally took a peak at what you were talking about

he took his time to run his fingers across his now smooth locks, getting accustomed to the change-- you may have liked it but it was his hair after all

he would turn his head this way and that, trying to see himself at different angles

but you started to get nervous-- what if he really did hate it and he’s just being nice?

“i actually really like it.. maybe i should do it more often…”

you breathed out a sigh of relief as you nodded in agreement

the both of you purposefully arrived at their practice on the later side of early, knowing everybody would already be there warming up. you did his hair extra nice that morning, combing it up and over putting in as minimal product as possible since sakusa didn’t really like his hair feeling all crunchy. as you got closer to the entrance of the gym, you switched on your tiny vlogging camera, waving to it with a happy smile.

“hello everyone! we’re here at the black jackals practice to see how his teammates are going to react to omi’s new straight hair!”

you turned the camera over to your boyfriend as he gave a small wave. at first he was very camera shy (which was interesting to you considering that he was on the news and tv all the time) and opted out of any of your videos, but over time he learned to grow accustomed to being within your spotlight every so often.

you decided that you were going to walk in first to catch their attention and then have the man of the hour walk in a few beats later. you walked in, camera in hand, waving over to the boys as they noticed someone walk through the door.

“oi! (y/n)-san!” bokuto was the first one to wave you down before noticing your camera.

“are you filming something?” totally forgetting about why you were here without your boyfriend and focusing more on you getting his good side. you nodded your head as you laughed at his crazy antics.

“you could say that.”

“where’s omi-san?” you noticed now hinata running over to you to give you a high five.

“yeah, where is that curly haired guy?” atsumu commented. turning the camera around, you looked right into the lens as you smirked knowingly.

like clockwork, sakusa walks in mask on as usual, acting as if it was just another day. you quickly turned the camera around to the three boys, trying to hold in a laugh as you saw their shocked faces.

“OIIIII OMI-OMI! LOOK AT YER NEW HAIR!” as sakusa reached closer to the group, atsumu attempted to touch it, but he was quick to swat him away.

hinata was just standing there with his little glowing eyes as he began to flatten down his own hair to copy that of his teammate. meanwhile, bokuto let out one of his signature laughs as he slinked an arm around sakusa and patted him on the shoulder.

“it looks good on you sakusa!” he was quick to dust off bokuto’s arm, moving past him silently to put his stuff down on the bench.

“see! i told you they would like it!” they all turned back to you as you made your comment.

“is that why you were filming?” you nodded over to bokuto, now turning around so that all of you were in the frame.

“thank you for giving kiyoomi your support with his new hair!” you waved, leading everyone else to sign off before you turned off the camera.

“i am offering my services to anyone else who would like a brazilian blowout.” bokuto was about to raise his hand, but atsumu was quick to put it back down. a laugh escaped your lips, pulling your bag over your shoulder.

“alright, i’ll take my leave! have a good practice everyone!” you happily waved to them, pulling up your mask before going up to sakusa and giving him a kiss on the cheek (yes, through your mask).

“have a good practice! make sure no other girls snatch you up on your way home.”

[kimvvantae]

let’s talk about puzzle

this is dumb but now that puzzle is finally over i wanna tell yall people some stuff about my nonexistent writing process and some of my thoughts on the story.

if you haven’t finished reading puzzle yet DO NOT PROCEED. mad spoilers ahead.

1 - i started writing puzzle because i hate random smut. 

don't get me wrong - i love to read good n old smut. but sometimes i got sOoOoOooOoo mad at some sex scene coming OUT OF NOWHERE or that could be completely erased and it wouldn't make a difference plotwise. so i was like. what if i write a heavily sexual story in which every sex scene has a motive/pushes the story forward somehow? so:

ch. 1. first time they fuck. they never been like that and it completely shifts their dynamics. 

ch. 2. even tho they never been like that they can’t help but fuck again. it also stablishes that y/n is just thirsty while jk is actually suffering, but he can’t stop.

ch. 3. jk accepts that he can’t have y/n the way he wants, but he at least can make their relationship sexual. he’s addicted. this time it’s also v playful, indicating that they’re both enjoying it a lot - bc that’s how things used to be between them, and it shows in the way they fuck.

ch. 4. jk is jealous. y/n also starts feeling weird bc she’s starting to like him more than a friend. she doesn’t realize that yet tho.

ch. 5 has two smut parts. the first one is right in the beginning of the chapter to show how sex became something common between them. the second part jk shows that he IS very jealous and their already fucked up relationship gets even more fucked up.

ch. 6. they make love for the first time.

ch. 7 has no smut because it wouldn’t make sense.

ch. 8. make up sex <3 it actually was going to be non-explicit, but i changed it last minute because the fic has always been heavily sexual anyways, so it wouldn’t be that unfitting.

2 - the first scene that popped up in mind was the scene where they wake up side by side in ch. 1. it wasn’t hard to elaborate the rest from there. puzzle isn’t that original anyways ✨

3 - puzzle - believe it or not - was supposed to be funny. yes, that “comedy” tag is real. i was super into umbra when i started writing puzzle (another fic of mine) which is super angsty and dark and serious and i wanted to write something opposite to that (also something easier. and yes even tho i took too fucking long to finish it puzzle wasn’t that complex to write). i don’t know each of yalls opinions but yes ?? i was trying to be funny sometimes ?? maybe my sense of humor is too fucked up 🤧🤧

4 - even tho the seulrene parts where only a plot device i ended up getting too engaged with it. the sole purpose i wrote them was so at some point irene would be owing y/n and she’d pay for the flight tickets (bc it was already stablished that y/n was a broke bitch), BUT i FELL IN LOVE with puzzle!seulgi and i wanna date her. so. bad. i wasn’t supposed to spend so much time with them but they adorable. i love happy lesbians 👯

5 - i tried really hard to depict jk as a normal dude. i think the reason why i like jk so much (and bts overall, but jk especially) it’s because he seems too much like a normal dude to me. that’s lowkey my kink

6 - my favorite chapter is chapter 6. especially the last part. i love their talk at the terrace and i love their first time making love. i honestly read that over and over again way too many times. AHH i also love the dancing scene. is this love by whitesnake is the song of the century tbh

7 - my favorite smut scenes are from ch. 3 and ch. 5. the scene from ch. 3 because i like how lighthearted it is. the scene from ch. 5 because i like how heavy and intense and fucked up it is.

8 - my least favorite chapter is chapter 4. i have no problems with it up until the part when y/n meets drunk seulgi because again i love puzzle!seulgi. tbh i just don’t like the smut part. as i said i hate random smut, and even tho i wanted to show how jk didn’t like that y/n was talking to taehyung, it feels random. also i just really wanted to write a blowjob 🤷‍♀️

9 - puzzle was supposed to end at ch. 6. lemme explain why. i had the ending yall know in mind all the time. but, as i wrote their talk at the terrace, it just made sense that y/n confessed her feelings. they’d be staring at e/o with heart eyes, they’d kiss, y/n would be like “does this kiss mean anything to you? bc to me it does” and then they’d just make happy sex. it was RATIONAL to end it there.

but i didn’t want to be rational, i wanted drama. so i made y/n swallow her feelings. i don’t regret it tho bc the scene of them making love is great ✨✨

10 - i think that y/n’s “revenge” on mike from the 1st ch. is kinda dumb. i cringe a little bit when i read it these days. y/n explaining what happened to yeri in ch. 8 was actually me trying to convince myself that it wasn’t that dumb lmao

11 - i got a little bit disappointed when puzzle blew up. as i said, i posted the 1st ch. when i was still too engaged in my other fic, umbra. umbra doesn’t have smut. so when puzzle blew up i was like ???? why is this fic i barely put any effort on blowing up, but the story i’m actually putting a lot of effort into doesn’t get nearly as much attention???? is it bc it’s smutty??? 😔😔😔

BUUUT as time went by i started to like puzzle muchhhhh more and i fell for this story. i am so so so so so so happy that so many people read it and enjoyed it! each and every feedback you guys gave me just made me appreciate this fic more. puzzle is my beautiful child and i’d kill for her ✊✊

thank you sOOOOOO much if you read up until here. this was kinda useless but i’m just keeping a record to myself. i’d also love to know your opinions on the story!!! don’t be shy 💃💃