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aurumacadicus · 1 year ago

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Well I lied it's the evening lol. It's a bit angsty which is why I didn't post it on Christmas but it's fine for now probably. It's just over 3K so watch out for the cut!

Tony’s Christmas present was delivered two weeks after they broke up.

Steve stared at it, wondering what to do. It was a painting he’d done, something to try out watercolor with. He’d planned the view of the skyline from the tower, but he hadn’t really liked his work. Even now, he could admit he’d been too ambitious with his first project, colors muddling together into unplanned browns. But Tony had loved it, especially when Steve had painted a tiny red spot flying over the buildings when he finally gave up on realism, had gushed over it until he’d forlornly watched Steve put it away with the other paintings he was disgruntled with for not working.

Steve had gotten it framed professionally for him when he realized how much Tony had loved it, had even picked out a spot in his bedroom where it could be hung. At the time, the choice was partly because he knew Tony loved it, but mostly because Tony was so supportive when he tried anything new. He wanted to let Tony know he appreciated it, and the painting had even grown on him when he was looking at it and remembering Tony’s compliments—how much he’d improved between the blues of the bases of the buildings and the splotchy peach sunset behind them, how charming it was that the thickness of his outlines changed, how obvious his intentions were behind his mistakes.

Steve didn’t know what to do with it now. Their relationship ending hadn’t been… explosive. He still lived in his apartment in the tower. They still worked and fought together. They just… stopped being close. He stopped staying the night. Meals together didn’t happen unless it was a team event. Things between them were… okay. Fine, even.

Maybe fine enough he could still give the painting to him, Steve thought, considering. It could be an olive branch. Steve couldn’t imagine keeping it, now, but he also couldn’t imagine giving it to anyone else, either. Maybe he could just… leave it for Tony, and Tony could decide what to do with it.

Steve still had clearance to the penthouse, but so did the rest of the team, so he tried not to read into it too much. Besides, it was just a quick in-and-out. A delivery, he could call it, if Tony asked. He wondered where to leave it. He didn’t want to just leave it out for anyone to find. But he also didn’t want to hang it where he’d planned, because that seemed too intimate. Finally, he decided to just leave it leaning against the wall where he’d meant to hang it. Hopefully Tony would understand that meant it was his to do with as he wished, even if it was just to throw it out.

“JARVIS, call Mama Rhodes,�� Tony’s voice suddenly called out, clipped, and Steve nearly jumped out of his skin. Tony was already supposed to be gone. He looked around frantically for a place to hide, suddenly feeling like he was intruding, and finally ducked into Tony’s bathroom.

“Yes, Sir,” JARVIS replied after a moment, and then there was the sound of a line ringing.

Steve cautiously took a step closer to the door and peered out, ready to duck back out of sight. Tony was pulling his suitcase out of the closet, along with a handful of clothes—casual things, he thought, denim and cotton and flannel. Comfy clothes.

“You’re late,” a warm, amused voice said as soon as she picked up. Steve couldn’t help but feel a little wistful; he was supposed to meet Mrs. Rhodes for Christmas. Colonel Rhodes had given him an approving little nod when Tony had asked if he could bring Steve. He’d ridden that high for days.

“I know, I—a party ran late, and then I had to put out a couple of fires in R&D,” Tony answered, stuffing his things into his suitcase. “I’m packing right now, and then I’ll—take the train?”

“Oh, you can bring a car if you want, honey,” Mrs. Rhodes replied. “Traffic’s not bad. It’ll be about the same as the train.”

“Okay,” Tony answered, harried. “I’m sorry. I’ll be there in a couple hours.”

“You’ll still be here in time for coffee and cake,” Mrs. Rhodes answered. There was a long pause as Tony scrambled over to grab his underwear and socks, but finally, softly, she asked, “And… your beau? Steve? Is he coming with you or arriving separately?”

Steve dropped the painting he was still holding in shock. Luckily, Tony shut the drawer of his dresser loudly at the same time, so he didn’t notice. Mrs. Rhodes still thought he was coming? Tony hadn’t told her they’d broken up? They’d split just after Thanksgiving. He’d had weeks to tell her.

“…Steve…” Tony began, and his knuckles had gone white where he was gripping his underwear. He hesitated, then straightened his shoulders, expression flat. “Steve was called away on a mission.”

Steve gaped at him. That was a bald-faced lie. He was not on a mission. They were broken up.

“Oh, honey, it’s Christmas,” Mrs. Rhodes sighed.

“Hydra doesn’t take holidays,” Tony insisted. “He wouldn’t have gone, but it was really important. He wanted to come to meet you, Mama.”

“Hmm,” Mrs. Rhodes responded, clearly not believing it. “Well. Jim will be very disappointed. He wanted to see if Steve fit on the hide-a-bed.”

Tony let out a bark of reluctant laughter, face falling. “Yeah,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. He looked miserable. “Well. He said he’d try to make it in time for your New Years Eve party.”

“If he doesn’t make it, there’s always the fourth of July,” Mrs. Rhodes answered, kind and putout somehow at the same time. “And before you say anything, I know it’s his birthday. I could make him a cake!”

“He likes strawberry rhubarb pie better,” Tony said, walking over to stuff his underwear into his suitcase. “Mama, I’m gonna get on the road. I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll hide a slice of cake with a carrot decoration from Carol for you,” Mrs. Rhodes assured him, and then, “Drive safely, honey.”

“I’m Iron Man. I’m not gonna die on the I-95,” Tony grumbled.

“Drive safely,” Mrs. Rhodes repeated, in that way that all mothers did when their children were being sassy and they had no patience for it.

“Yes’m,” Tony answered obediently, and his shoulders sagged as the call clicked off.

Steve sank back into the bathroom, mind whirling at the fact that Tony hadn’t told what was, ostensibly, his family about their breakup. And he hadn’t taken the chance to set the record straight even when Mrs. Rhodes had asked about it. Instead, he’d… lied. Had acted as if nothing was wrong between them, that they were still dating and Steve had still wanted to go. Why?

It was too much. Steve couldn’t make sense of it, and he knew it would eat away at him the entire time Tony was gone. He would take his lumps for being in Tony’s penthouse. He just needed to know.

“Why didn’t you tell her we broke up?” he asked, stepping out of the bathroom.

Tony jumped, both feet leaving the ground, and he stared at Steve in shock as he turned to face him. “Steve?! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Wanted to drop off your present,” Steve answered brusquely. “Why didn’t you tell her we broke up?”

Tony’s mouth flapped uselessly. For a moment, he looked angry, and Steve was sure he’d be told in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Finally, though, he just… sagged, sad and defeated, and answered, “I didn’t want to ruin Christmas again.”

Steve frowned, confused. “What?”

Tony sucked in a breath. It sounded wet, but Steve couldn’t be sure, because Tony turned back to his suitcase, stuffing clothes into it without finesse. “Christmas… sucks. It just does. It’s like people forget I’m Tony Stark until Black Friday and they’re shocked I have to go to work. They’re shocked I still have to publicly mourn my parents. They’re shocked I have to go to every charity event I’m invited to. I barely have time to sleep, let alone spend time with someone else. And it makes them realize that this will be their life. Every December is going to mean being lonely because I have to work. So I have to tell the Rhodes that the reason I’m showing up alone is because I’ve been broken up with, and they say ‘oh, honey,’ and they try to take my mind off it, but I know I’m just a huge downer every year.

“And I just thought,” Tony added, sucking in another wet breath, and Steve’s heart broke when he saw his shoulders begin to shake. “I thought maybe they’d let it go. If I pretended everything was fine, and you were just out of town, it would be okay. I’d tell them we broke up in January and everything would be fine.”

“Tony,” Steve whispered, carefully stepping closer. It made sense, even as it made him feel sick. Part of the reason they’d broken up was because they weren’t seeing each other outside of battle. It made for difficult conversations, always keyed up with no downtime to decompress. Steve thought the only thing Tony had said that was wrong was that it started right after Thanksgiving—he’d gotten busy long before November. But maybe, if he was so used to it, it seemed that way to him. Steve reached out, meaning to take Tony’s elbow, turn him to face him.

Tony seemed to sense it, flinching away and spinning back toward him. “Please,” he whispered back. “Please let me tell them you’re just out of town. It’s Carol’s first Christmas with the Rhodes. I don’t want to ruin this for her.”

He wasn’t crying, Steve noticed in relief, even though he looked like one wrong move would send him cascading over the edge. He opened his mouth, then closed it again when Tony’s shoulders fell, as if expecting him to turn him down. What had he called it in that last fight? ‘Your inability to even see other people’s moral standards’ and ‘your expectation for them to bend to yours.’ Tony thought he’d be so offended by the lie that he didn’t care if it ruined anyone’s family Christmas. Steve didn’t want to know if he could feel any lower than he did.

“Of course, Tony,” he said instead, and it hurt a little that Tony visibly relaxed in relief, but he figured he deserved it. He opened his mouth again, to apologize for being just another person who let him down when he’d promised himself that he wouldn’t be, but that would be too selfish, he thought. “I hope you have fun,” he said instead, and he meant it. He hoped it didn’t sound snide or trite.

“I always have fun with the Rhodes,” Tony offered, turning back to his suitcase. He fiddled with his clothes for a moment, then glanced up at Steve out of the corner of his eye. “You won’t be alone?”

Steve felt his heart do a flip. Even hurting, Tony was concerned about him being alone for the holidays. “I thought I might go with Natasha to the farm.”

“Good. That’s… good,” Tony said, playing with the zipper on his bag. Finally, he let out a little, overwhelmed sniff and zipped it closed with finality. “I have to get going. I’m already late.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed quietly. He didn’t want Tony driving the icy roads in the dark.

“If you…” he trailed off, then sighed, shaking his head as he hefted his suitcase up. “Merry Christmas, Steve.”

“Merry Christmas,” Steve echoed, unable to do anything but watch him leave. He thought about telling him about the painting before he was gone, then decided against it. It might be too much; Tony was already fragile. It would be there when he came back, after all.

He went into the bathroom to retrieve it, smoothing his thumb over the splotchy facsimile of the armor, then carefully leaned it up against the wall where he thought it would go best.

.-.

No one said anything about Steve not being there until New Year’s Eve, and Tony was grateful. He’d managed to forget the hurt for a while, even, playing with Lila and talking sports with Terrance. Roberta didn’t even say anything when he came in for a ‘mom hug,’ long and lingering, her nails scratching along his scalp soothingly.

“I appreciate it, man,” Jim said, clapping him on the shoulder gently. “Carol was really nervous about meeting the family. You can tell me what’s really going on, though. Is Steve actually dealing with Hydra?”

Tony twisted his champagne glass in his fingers quietly, frowning. “Well…”

Jim said nothing for a moment, then gave his shoulder a firmer squeeze. “Okay. So who are you going to kiss at midnight, then?” he asked, giving him the out instead of forcing him to admit anything.

Tony tipped his head back to blink up at him in confusion. “Huh?”

“Literally my girlfriend is here Tony,” Jim sighed, shaking his head. There was a smile curling at the corners of his mouth, though. “I’m going to be kissing her.”

Carol swiveled from where she’d been talking to Monica and Lila, squinting at them skeptically. “Did you just insinuate that you and Tony kiss each other on New Year’s Eve?”

“Reluctantly, I’m confirming it,” Jim sighed.

“How come everything about you guys is weird?” Monica asked, more curious than judgmental.

“You get used to it,” Lila assured her.

Monica didn’t look convinced, but she also didn’t argue. “Alright.”

“I’m kissing Carol,” Jim told Tony flatly.

Tony sighed, glancing around the room. Terrance and Roberta would kiss. They always did. He and Lila used to give each other a kiss on the cheek, but she was currently at that tender age where adults were gross in general, and family especially. He was, apparently, very uncool. He contended this would change when the next StarkPhone came out, but he also wasn’t going to push it with a pubescent teenage girl. He was kind of scared of them and especially of Lila because she’d already muttered judgmentally about his goatee.

He perked up when he noticed Maria talking with Roberta. “Maybe—”

“No,” Maria answered firmly, not turning around.

Tony crossed his arms in a pout, turning a scowl on Jim. “Well. No one I guess.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Carol asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

For a moment, Tony felt caught out, even though he knew she was just reminding him of social mores like everyone else and not pointing a finger in his face and telling everyone he was single again. He felt a cold sweat come over him, that she’d announce to the room at large that he was a failure and a liar for not admitting his relationship was over before Christmas.

“That’s honestly never stopped us,” Jim cut in, before he could out himself, and slung an arm over Tony’s shoulders in solidarity. “Or, well, Tony.”

“Tony’s always passed out kisses like candy,” Lila confirmed with a resolute nod, and Tony heard Terrance and Roberta both sigh. It maybe sounded fond. He wasn’t going to read into it.

Carol’s mouth flattened into an unimpressed line. “Every fffricking day there’s something weird about you guys to learn.”

“That fricking was very natural,” Tony assured her, because she’d already received several side-eyes for her swearing.

Carol lifted her fist, but even just a ‘playful’ nudge to the arm was painful, so when the doorbell rang at the same time, Tony shoved his champagne into Jim’s hand and scurried to answer it. It could be some neighbors with some black-eyed peas for them to eat in the new year. He didn’t understand the tradition, but Roberta always made her famous jalapeño-honey cornbread to go with it, so who was he to complain?

But it wasn’t tiny Mrs. Mathers at the door with a Tupperware full of beans. Tony blinked, staring at the broad chest in front of him, then tipped his head back. His mouth dropped open a little in shock when he recognized who, exactly, was standing in front of him

“Did I miss it?” Steve asked breathlessly.

“Huh?” Tony answered dumbly.

Steve reached toward him, and Tony noticed a duffle bag hanging from his arm dropping to the ground at the action. He blinked, too stunned to react with anything more. Steve should be at the Barton farm, he thought dimly. Or… somewhere else. Not here. Not with him.

Steve’s hands were cradling his face, and his expression was so tender. Tony stared up at him, confused and alarmed. Maybe he’d been taken over by body snatchers or something? They weren’t like this anymore. They’d broken up almost a month ago.

“Tony,” Steve said gently. “This was the worst month of my life. I hated not being with you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Tony blinked again, a hand drifting up to cover one of Steve’s. “Surely not worse than that month of food poisoning,” he began, voice a croak.

“That wasn’t food poisoning,” Steve corrected, like he always did, but he sounded fond instead of annoyed like he used to. “It was just poisoning. I was being poisoned.” The smile playing at his lips fell. “You put up with me while I was pissy and sick, and I couldn’t do the same when you got busy with work. I’m sorry. I want to do better, I… Will you let me? Can we try again?”

“It will be the same thing every year,” Tony sighed, frowning.

“Next year, I’ll be prepared,” Steve told him firmly. “Next year, I’ll know better. Next year, I’ll help.”

“Steve,” Tony began, even as he leaned his face into Steve’s grip. He wanted to believe him, was the thing. Up until the end, things had been so good. Steve had been so sweet, so attentive, so kind. And he’d thought he’d been a pretty good boyfriend too. But things hadn’t been working, at the end, both of them testy and on edge, without enough time to decompress from battle, work, each other. “I want to… but—”

“Please just give us one more chance,” Steve whispered, pressing closer, bending so he could lean their foreheads together. “One more. And if it doesn’t work, then that’s that. And I’ll be the one to come tell everyone, so you don’t ruin Christmas, okay? It’ll be me. I’ll ruin Christmas.”

Tony’s resulting laugh was shaky, but he had to admit it was the first truly genuine one he’d managed since they’d broken up. “Steve…”

“Please,” Steve begged, and then, “But obviously if you say no, that’s okay too. But I just thought… we both decided to call it quits. I thought maybe we could both decide to try again.” He hesitated, then leaned back a little, quietly asking, “Do you want to?”

Steve had been leaving a Christmas present for him the last time he’d seen him, Tony remembered, and he could feel his cheeks heating. He’d been thinking about it in every spare moment he had. It had to be something special, if he didn’t want Tony to open it in front of the rest of the team when they came back in the new year. It had to mean he was earnest. But did that mean he wanted to try again? After everything?

Steve’s palms were still warm against his cheeks, and Tony couldn’t help but sag into his grip. “Okay,” he whispered, and then, “I didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight, anyway.”

“Rude,” Steve griped, but there was humor in his tone. “I want to kiss you all the time. Everyone should have been jumping at the chance.”

“Yeah,” Tony agreed, laughing a little, and then laughed harder into Steve’s mouth when he lunged in for a kiss.

#aurumacadicus writes #stony #anyway after the midnight kiss tony smacks a wet one on rhodey and carol + maria + monica are OUTRAGED that no one cares #steve is a little jealous but he figures he deserves it #(jim agrees but he doesn't say so because he knows his parents will be very cold to steve about it and he wants it to work out for tony)

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qoldenskies · 4 months ago

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Thank you for the pain it was delicious, 10/10 will order again

I have so many feelings about it HHHH I feel like I accidentally dug myself into a situation (or you did it on purpose you mad lad) that made everything hit harder.

When I first started reading Caged Lungs, like the first third or even quarter I was convinced it was a bad dream. Or like a bad trip from the mushrooms on the pizza. That oh, everyone's gonna just wake up and it'll be fine, there's gonna be reassurances and comfort. But then... It's kind of like a dawning horror situation when I realized more and more that hey, this is real. It's taking chunks out of their lives, they're still doing day to day things but it's getting worse. I didn't even catch it during the fight with Hypno, I just shrugged and went huh, that's weird.

But as it mentions the time crawling and they keep getting worse and Donnies mental health plummeting...

I hit the end and panicked because hey? Wtf? (/pos)

But seeing everything slowly go back to "normal" in Clipped Wings adds to this. Because it's the realization of no, this is real... Or is it? This all happened... Right? Everything should be the way it is but now they're STILL gaslighting him but accidentally this time.

Their denial can only work for so long until it damages both parties. And I feel like it's already there.

This fic has a choke hold on me and I squeal every time I see a new update, unreliable narrator is one of my favorite tropes and you do it SO WELL

:D :D :D YEAASSSS very glad i pulled off the kind of dreamlike quality to caged lungs that i was going for!!! (in some scenes more than others i really tried to accentuate it, like the second-to-last scene with the post-shredder flashback. i mostly used it to draw the most painful contrast i could between how its all ended up vs how it USED to be. very fun to compare the earliest scenes to the final ones though, especially when it comes to donnie's behavior, because it is so painful and jarring) nothing is ever truly MADE UP in donnie's narration, but his grip on reality slips further and further, and with it a lot of the details are twisted (he misinterprets april a lot especially, and also dissociates quite a bit and has memory issues. there's an entire BEATDOWN that you only see the tail-end of because he doesn't remember it, which is probably a good thing considering its one of the most traumatic events from when they were under the curse, probably third behind the murder attempt and the closet. i mean he doesn't remember NOW but..... they do.)

and i hesitate to call their behavior now gaslighting, since gaslighting is an intentional act of abuse intended to make the victim feel like they cant trust themselves and their own memory, etc etc. them covering up the evidence is PLAYING INTO what they did, but they're not denying it (they're doing the opposite, in fact, with how much they're ruminating on it and trying to fix their mistakes, although covering up the evidence is them trying to run away from it to abate their guilt lmao). less lying more omitting the truth, but its still hurting just as much because donnie has conditioned himself to think his memory is unreliable and he "makes things up" because of his "victim complex". even though he's dissociative and is currently struggling with memory issues because of that, he instinctively panics when he gets confused on the details, and they have also conditioned him to be afraid to ASK now, because they would get mad at him for doing it.... its a whole mess. donnie doesn't even know how to communicate his needs anymore, and they dont know they need to ask.

thank you for the ask!!! microwaving this in my brain mmm yumm

#ask #canary continuity #rottmnt #next update should be sooner than the last one #because the power went out and i wrote like 2k words with no internet this morning LMAO

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visionthefox · 3 months ago

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1.Little reminder New Moon had this one moment in a gaming viedeo where he said he needs to prove Sun he can never stop him cause he was pissed of something Sun had said. Sun put things in front of his door and Moon Break down sun door out to beat Sun up with a stick. THo i have to say how this event could be precorder viedeo and also could been on Old Moon. Sorry i´m not fully sure if he did or not. And No i´m not gona like rewatch all of thouse viedeos and prove my point or whatever.

2.Same, i don´t need Nexus back in my life.

3.Oh why Old Eclipse would return if there already New Eclipse walking around? Well, he can do what Killcode did and go away, life fare away off screen, been in a diffrent place and help in soup kitchen or get a new job in a office. I mean perfect fit for AU. New Eclipse working in a IT Office and taking calls. Firstly Solar got Eclipse v2 code and second maybe Dark Sun want old Eclipse to come back for a reasson. To what Fff- reason? I mean HE out of all people, who HATE all the Moons, took Nexus who is a Moon and use him. He made sure Sun would end up eather killing Moon or Nexus. Now i don´t know what Dark Sun plan is, but maybe he likes to prove to Sun how OLd Moon is much worste then Old Eclipse. Cause for Sun New Eclipse is not like Old Eclipse. Everybody is lifeing with impression Old Eclipse sucks. Good that the most worste person is dead. So maybe Sun change his mind over Old Eclipse. What i trying to say is, Sun having a hard time cause the most hate person in his life Old Eclipse isn´t as bad like old Moon. And it also didn´t look good for Old Moon when Old Eclipse mention, ->wait you haven´t kill Sun yet? he isn´t falling dead in your arms?<- is only going to prove to Sun more he rather should kill him, or he going to die.

4. why Old Eclipse would want to change man? Well hello~? he don´t want to die. Not again. He don´t wante to be around by the celestia family. He want to piss off somewhere. Doesn´t have to be a daycare. A soup kitchen is fine.

5.here i don´t know what to say.

Fazit, at the end its just a theory. Like the crazy shit happend in the show. Personalty i absolut do not need any Bloodmoon return anymore. I don´t need him to be good, Or bad? He can stay dead and i´m completly fine with it.

WALL TEEEXT YEEEEYYY I love ya anon!! 1- well, gaming videos cant be taken as canon fully anymore, since yes is the characters sitting down playin,but is also both Davis and Reed having a good time goofying around.. if we were to have gaming and reaction videos as canon the oh boy.. Sun and Moon GOOGLE Sundrop and Moondrop minutes 7:11 Sun and Moon of TikTok REACTS minute 7:42 8:16 and theres that one clip of sun listing all the things Moon didn, I cant find it but I know is real! sooo yeeaaa--not full canon.. 3- yea that looks neat for an AU! Personally I kinda of ignore the real stuffs and live in LuLuLand were NewMoon is well loved and cared, Solar is healing and so is Lunar, Sunny gets to be a big bro and Earth is toally rewritten xD bet you can make a great AU from ya idea!! :D, Eclipse is more than an angry dorito, and KC sets a possibility of "evil guy gets tired of evil so now does neutral things"! Bloody and Nexus.. both great characters but made dirty at the end.. I may not like the way the ended but we cant fully blame it on the writters.. they live on drama after all!

#ask #sams ask #cant believe I been looking for that damn clip for an hour now.. I know is real...#and to be honest is just for a stupid point that all games can make a characters look baad

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27dragons · 1 year ago

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New Year Countdown: Dec 18

Every AU collection needs a coffeeshop AU, doesn't it? :D Have some Winteriron featuring barista!Tony and a rather flustered Bucky.

Dec 18 - Winteriron - Coffeeshop AU - Candycane

The instant Bucky glimpsed a dark fluff of hair behind the register, he jerked back from the coffeeshop door and plastered himself against the brick exterior wall.

Steve, who’d already reached for the door handle, paused and then stepped back. “Buck?”

“I can’t go in there!” Bucky gasped. “He’s working!”

“Ohhh, so I might actually get a chance to see this mysterious object of your fantasies?” Steve leaned to peer through the window, trying to get a glimpse.

“Steve!” Bucky yanked him back. “Don’t be so fucking obvious, oh my god!”

“Let’s go, I need coffee and I want to meet this guy!” Steve grabbed Bucky’s jacket and dragged him into the store by main force.

Bucky scrambled to act casual as Steve opened the door and the shop bell rang. Luckily, there was a bit of a line, so Tony didn’t spot him right away. He had a few seconds to shake off Steve’s hold and run his fingers through his hair.

Then he looked at Tony and nearly combusted on the spot. Tony was wearing a skin-tight white tee under his red barista’s apron, the fabric clinging to shoulders and arms that were clearly not the result of slinging coffee. There was some kind of ridiculous holiday-themed hair clip tucked into his curls, his eyes were bright and shining, and he was sucking on a candy cane.

He was sucking on the candy cane hard, keeping it in his mouth as he used his hands to scrawl an order on the side of a coffee cup and then rang up the order. The end of the cane wiggled a little bit as Tony’s mouth and tongue moved, and Bucky watched in helpless fascination.

And then the customer in front of them moved and they were standing at the counter. Bucky didn’t think it was just his imagination that Tony’s smile got even brighter.

Tony pulled the candy cane from his mouth and whirled it around one finger as he said, “Hey, it’s my favorite snowflake! And you brought a friend!” He made a show of examining Steve. “Or is it a date?”

“I. No. He. I. That--” Bucky stammered.

“No, not a date,” Steve said. Thank god for Steve.

Then Steve continued, “Of the two of us, I think Bucky would rather date you.” Oh god, Steve sucked.

Bucky could feel his face flaming as he tried to stamp on Steve’s foot. “Christ’s cup, Steve, ain’t you got even a little bit of manners? You can’t just chat someone up when they’re working!”

“I wasn’t chatting him up,” Steve pointed out, nimbly dodging Bucky’s stamping. “I was just saying--”

“Please ignore him,” Bucky pleaded Tony. “He got punched in the head one too many times.”

Tony was laughing, and it was the most musical thing Bucky had ever heard. “Well, now I don’t feel so bad,” he said.

“I, what?”

Tony winked at him. “I’ve been using all my best moves on you, hot stuff, and you haven’t bitten even once. But if it’s a matter of being polite...” He reached over and grabbed the back of the other barista’s shirt, dragging her over to the register.

“Tony!” she squawked, then glanced at Bucky and sighed. “Fine, just this once.” She smiled smoothly at Steve. “Can I take your order, sir?”

Tony pulled the apron off his head and flung it toward a rack of hooks. It missed, but Tony ignored it, ducking around the end of the bar. Two long strides brought him right to Bucky’s side. “I’m on break now,” he said pointedly. “Not working at all.” And then he deliberately licked the length of the candy cane before sticking it back into his mouth and raising his eyebrows at Bucky, expectant.

Bucky’s mouth opened. Closed. “Uh.”

Steve and the other barista were both leaning on the counter, not doing a very good job of suppressing their laughter.

Jerks.

“Would you like?” Bucky tried. Wait, that was incomplete. “To go out?” Better.

Tony grinned around the candy cane. “With you?”

Bucky’s blush wasn’t going to be going away anytime soon, clearly. “Uh. Yes. Please.”

“I’d love to!” Tony chirped, and took another lick of his candy cane. “I’m off work at four, pick me up here?”

“Cane-- I mean, can do,” Bucky managed.

#my writing #countdown to 2024 #winteriron #coffeeshop au

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theinsanecrayonbox · 9 months ago

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FOP: A New Wish ep1-4

alright, lets do this

long time watchers will know that i live for FOP lore, i die for FOP lore, and even in it's worst examples i try to find something of value...and then run away screaming like a lunatic to make it my own and a million times better lol

so New Wish. this is the...3rd sequel attempt (after the Live Action movies, and Fairly Odder) and could be considered the 5th continuation (if you count Sparky season and Chloe season as separate continuation attempts)

as a quick reminder, like s3-5 were my jam, Superverse is my baby forever, i hated 99% of the Sparky season, love Chloe but the season was heavily flawed, the LA movies suck (Christmas is the best only because it's a holiday special), and Fairly Odder was a huge hot mess that was very questionable

so again, lets do this

Episode 1: Fly Part 1 and 2

uhg ok first just going by the title, we are doing the stupid and counting half episodes (15 min segments) as separate full episodes again huh? i hate this, it makes keeping track of the chronology harder, and makes it so the TV Guide won't always register new episodes because they'll split a previously aired with an unaired but he guide says 'has already aired" so you miss the other new half. OR you get duplicate recordings of the same episode half because they keep pairing it with a new one and your DVR fills up and just urgh. it's terrible, 30 min blocks should be the norm again. please fix all animation peoples.

anywhos, onto the episode proper

i had seen the opening theme before this, and yes i approve of the completely revamped/brand new opening song. it's got the right vibe, but is it's own thing. they tried it with Chloe...but that just felt like a copy/paste clip show element. this is it's own thing, it evokes the original but is still itself unique.

and i guess i could do it now; the art style. i'm...eh? it's hard to explain. there's times when i'm getting an eerie uncanny valley effect where my brain says that they're like flat puppets (you know the kind you made in grade school out of construction paper and brass tabs so the joints would work) and that's not right. this isn't stop motion, but sometimes it looks it and i can't process that. it's...eh? maybe i'll be more used to it by the end of the 4th episode, and if not i'm sure over time i'll be used to it. it's not bad by any means, LEAGUES above the CGI in Fairly Odder. but it's...uncanny.

the title card being 2d while the episode isn't though is slightly jarring. HOWEVER i do appreciate having a 2d model for Hazel that is easy to see and not a blink and you'll miss is thing like in Fairly Odder (she also looks far better duh lol). it's just slightly odd to do it this way, idk maybe that's just me. it's fine.

not immediately recognizing any of the staff credits aside from the obvious...that could be good or bad...

the style is looking more stop motion clay now...weird...

but i cannot get over how many Chloe elements Hazel has to her. you've got the tooth gap, the voice is similar, the enthusiasm over learning things, collecting things. as i said above, i actually LOVE Chloe, it's just the writers didn't really use her to her full potential. it feels like Hazel is a doo-over to do it right. idk if that's a good or bad thing, because i want Hazel to stand on her own, but i also want Chloe to not just get swept up and hidden away in shame like Sparky; he deserves it, she doesn't. but back to the episode...

it is also a nice changeup that Hazel is in a more urban setting; it's still more west than east sure, but Dimmsdale was suburbia, so this is a new setting with different problems to tackle. and her being a younger child is also a new and exciting development. there is so much potential here, it is exciting!

are they going to explain why Cosmo and Wanda are pretending to be humans again? i know descriptions mentioned retirement...but why would the retain their magic...or unlimited magic at least.

is Hazel's dad the new Crocker?

Dev Dimmadome is the bully id ok...wait your dad is Dale Dimmadome?? HOLY COW! we have a spot on the timeline here folks!!! Dale was 16-18 when freed from Vicky's basement, and Dev here is a 10 year old, so this is at minimum 10 years in the future from the main series, if not more (because teen marriage/pregnancy bad, probably safe to assume Dale didn't have a kid that early). but how cool! and it makes sense that dale would move out of Dimmsdale given his history, and that his dad would give him control of stuff. ok Dev, i like you, you can be the new Remy with some Trixie and Tad and Chad blended in there.

ok that was a nice and easy and fast introduction of our supporting cast with a brief character trope to each. i like it.

heh ghost, gotta have a DP joke don't we

zomr the screencaps of Cosmo's times in space, pfftt. great continuity nod and visual gag. Totally/Spaced Out caps are obvious, the white asteroid one i don't recognize off the top of my head, but...that's an Oh Yeah! Darth Cosmo...idt they were in space for that one? how weird that they pulled s0 for this and Odder

i love it. Hazel's problems are realistic and plausible, and she's trying to deal with them in a way that makes sense. things suck, so yeah she'd need fairies. again, the element that a lot of later FOP lacked was the fact that these were mundane problems that just needed a little help to get through....and using magic usually made them worse and at the end of the day it was the lack of magic that made it better actually. i think that might be a reason why App Trap wasn't *as terrible* as the rest of the Sparky episodes, because it kinda did that...then again it had Missy and i think i focused on that way more. but conversely, that's why a lot of Chloe's episodes didn't work as well as they could've, because the situations weren't believable to start with. yes we got magic, we gonna be crazy and zany and fun and magical, but...this is also a storyline about kids learning to grow up and deal with things at their own pace. Timmy wasn't allowed to grow up after a certain point, the writers regressed him and kept him in a permanent absurd level, and that's why the series started to fail.

and i need to get back to the episode in progress, because i've already spent 40 min to get 12 min into the FIRST episode of 4 ^^; (maybe doing everything at once was a bad idea after all ^^;;;;;; )

ADULT TIMMY! ok, ok, slow it down! gah i can't spend hours untangling the timelines right now to figure this one out. because that's adult Timmy from The Big Problem (why do we keep referencing this episode suddenly?? i swear Odder did it too), as in he was aged up from 10 to this form instantly. compared that to the OTHER adult versions we've had (Channel Chaser 1, Channel Chasers 2, Channel Chasers college aged, LA, and Odder (we're not counting the grandpa 10 year old from the stupid "i paused time for 20 years" trial episode) ) who appeared to age naturally. this Timmy was guesstimated to be middle-aged, which is 45-65. SO if we go for 45, that's 35 years from the original series, making Dale Dimmadome like 50s...he did not look in his 50s. now i KNOW nothing says that that IS Timmy (though his vest did have T on it...but he is an actor...)

also "Chin-finity War". yes, that's mine now. idk how or when i'll use it, but i'm taking it, no takebacks. thank you FOP team, you know how to feed me well, i appreciate it.

they aren't assigned to her yet, why would saying "I wish" revert their disguises? i mean, i guess since they *wanted* to come out of retirement, their own desires could've triggered it, but still...they could hang around people who said "I wish" before and not be compelled to grant them. are they compelled because they're unattached? is that why genies work the way they do? does attaching oneself to a human limit their capabilities? or protect them more like it?? what lore ramifications does this have on the fae social and power structures?? also she's turned into a fly...that sounds like a genie's monkey paw wish granted and not a fairy's. again, is this because they are unattached to her? are they granting wishes "rule-less" so they are unfocused and more chaotic? are genie wishes twisted because they do it on purpose, or because they are unbound and unfocused?

O.o!!! i did not have Cosmo and Wanda body horror on my FOP bingo card...i applaud you writers, that surprised me

ok a carousel of timeline events...not referencing anything in the past canon...but is dating it for this time frame...eh i'll let it slide (because i missed it the first time because of the shock at the body horror)

wait their welcome gift was a Seemingly Harmless Plant? how did i miss that earlier? lol

dawww Hazel learns the lesson of the day from an ant that's going to be dead in 5 minutes. so sweet. see, using magic to fix mundane problems.

oh that's cool, their front door is an interdimensional portal. so they aren't living as humans in the human world. but oh boy, 2d flashback time again...oh no, but wait canonical confirmation that they were with Timmy for 7 years???? (pft 20, yeah that's real time i know, stilly funny). that...makes sense in both the you age out of fairies thing, but also that it was s8 where things started to loose proper focus what with only 5 episodes that you could fold into s7...and that's where the stupid Timmy's Secret Wish thing was. but also...s9 was Sparky, and s10 was Chloe; if we go back to the alternate timelines thing, ten that means it was after s7 (s8 folded in or not) that each continuation branched off from. best example being that Poof didn't speak until s9, but in the LA movies he only started to speak, so obviously those 2 are separate branches. now, this doesn't explain the lack of Poof in Odder or here (so far) i know, OR how there's a few connective episodes between s9 and s10 (very few) but DOES explain the absence of Sparky from Chloe's season since they could be considered different timelines, and why they both were not in the LA or Odder. this is fascinating, and i eagerly await more of New Wish to see if anything from s9 or s10 show up to disprove this theory

ALSO if they were with Timmy for 7 years, and we assume that 1 season = 1 year (not exactly right but roll with it), then since Dale Dimmadome first appeared in s2 (and last appeared s4) and Dev is 10...wait i lost my math train of thought and my tv went to screensaver i'm taking so long on this gah! well it's not the 35 years that adult Timmy woudl suggest. c'mon i gotta finish this episode before i hit the 90 min mark

oh i had a minute left lol. ahhhhh but the production? drawings on the credits with the instrumental of the opening theme, my heart! i love these latest sequel-reboots that know what they're doing.

so to sum it up; this is a yes. this series is looking good so far. i know, still got 3 more episodes to go. but hopefully it won't take me 3 times the length of the episode to get through them too ^^;;;;

Episode 2: The Department of Magical Violations

ok so this description says something about the fairies reupping their magical permits. makes sense, seeing as they've been retired for who knows how long (and we'll just ignore the magical build up implications of that since they do reside in Fairy World still so do regularly use magic) AND the old lore does have them having to redo their certifications like...twice i think in the canon? i know Temporary Fairy was one, but i think there was at least one other instance. so yeah, i'm on board for the premise, let's go

Jorgen what happened? you're in a sweater vest and you haven't shaved. did you retire too?

ok cool Hazel was already on the list to be assigned a fairy. Cookie though....already not vibing with them (which is the point i know, we want our OG pair tp be best after all)

Jorgen you're in cargo shorts and tall socks. did...did you become a dad?

Wish Fart...eh...i can forgive it

because this trial thing sounds very much like something they've done before too! Wishing Well, Wish Fixers, there's another one idr...oh but this is something different, cool. also nice that Hazel has performance anxiety; i guess that's our lesson for the week.

does this dance off date this...i'm not sure...the dabbing though does pretty sure

ahhhh Cookie's so proficient because she does whatever whether that makes her kids happy or not. she must annoy them so much that they willingly give up their fairy rights too early. thus leading to her productivity levels being "many jobs completed" but not because they were done properly.

oh look Da Rules!

Hazel hates chocolate chip cookies? hmmm...i guess i can still like you

huh just now noticed that the fairies are scaled smaller than Hazel.

mk, so yeah lesson of the week was communication and standing up for yourself. nice, sweet, simple. onto the next half!

Episode 3: Teacher's Pal

this description says she's lonely and wants to make friends. mk, that's a good lesson of the week, and very relatable. the title card even reminds me of A Wish Too Far...well in vibes, not in matching title card art obviously

"Dimmadelphia Enrichment Center" is the name of the school

oh wow that's interesting; Cosmo and Wanda took up her pop-it keychains but weren't them, they were overlaid on them.

"Dimmy Shimmy"...yeah...i don't get tiktok dances either

hm maybe the principal is the new Crocker...

wait does ASMR boy have a d20 on his shirt???

yup that's your lesson Hazel. see, a mundane problem made worse by magic and fixed in the end by the MC growing up and taking responsibility. good story telling

and was really a breeze to watch *shrugs* not every story is action packed or dripping in lore. as i said, some of the best stories are t he mundane and in the end are about growing up on your own terms at your own pace.

Episode 4: A Dinosaur in Dimmadelphia

it's the last aired thing my Xfinity On Demand is giving me, since this isn't on Paramount+ yet. weird that they list the previous 2 as a full ep2, yet the wiki has the half episodes (save for the pilot) being individual numbers. so for the sake of me not complaining, and simplicity, i'll just use the wiki as an episode guide from now on

(also Robby Daymond is part of the cast??? hurray! ok you just scored points with me. thanks wiki for telling me) (oh wait this is supposed to be on Netflix...but not yet...ok, so Xfinity we remain on)

so this description says dinosaurs. should be fun!

"Dimmsonian Museum" lol

"Obtuse Rubber Goose from 2001 BC" pffffft cute

classic wish train going on. get a dino, talk to him, get people to not care, don't send him back, make him fit into modern society.

convolute dover the top parade thing? lol sure

black vans huh? oh it's the mayor, not MERF, hm

but hey day is saved. and i guess a dinosaur just...is around now...mk

so this was a little less mundane, but you know that's ok too. it is a cartoon, we are silly and out there, not everything is a lesson of the week. (though one would argue that having a dinosaur around would lead to the magic reveal...but eh...)

so after 4 episodes...yeah the style was grown on me, it's less off putting. and yes, the writing here is doing very well. the team seems to know what they're doing, and they're paying attention to the past canon lore BUT they have the advantage of having a new main cast so they can be a bit looser with it. the easter eggs are fun, the energy is high, it's all good. i am looking forward to more of this series (and trying to detangle the timelines XD)

#kp talks fop #kp watches tv #review #spoilers

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prettylonelys · 2 years ago

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If you don’t mind share the takes! I have all the time in the world

okay well uh we talked about it for hours so there’s no way i’ll remember it all 😭

but generally ->

we both think sobbe is the best evak and we think a lot of that comes down two factors

1. most of the evaks despite being teen relationships are taken quite seriously, which is totally fine and a great take and obviously we’re dealing with quite serious subject matter like internalised homophobia and mental health so that makes sense. however we both feel that’s what’s missing from a lot of the evaks that sense of like teenage first love giddiness especially for characters like the isaks who (cris excepted) are experiencing their first relationship that actually aligns with their sexuality. i think all the evaks definitely have moments of like sweet teenage romance but i think sobbe are the only pairing that really emphasise that and get it right consistently

- a lot of the credit for this goes to willem h who perfectly and consistently portrays a sense of like giddy happy wonder about sander from the very first moment they meet he seems so believably shy and awed and just GIDDY im gonna use that word 800 times because it’s true! you see it in the supermarket scene, at the pool, when he apologised to sander at the bike racks and ESPECIALLY during the cuddle clip and any scene where sander texts him it’s so clear how young and happy and in love he is that he can barely keep it inside which i really think is what a first love first crush should feel like.

- additionally i think they perfectly capture it in scenes together, first with the cuddle clip where they genuinely just feel like teenagers who are young and in love who can’t get enough of each other, and then again in the 21:21 scene which in most remakes is quite intense and it is with them too but idk something about the “stomme schoenen” and them being dumb and happy and falling off the bed feels so much more real and authentic than any more carefully shot love scene ever could. i also think the fact that they’re extremely touchy and down bad for each other once again feels extremely realistic for a teenage relationship. if i had to explain it i’d say sobbe get to be so immature (in the best way) and mature in equal measure and that balance is very unique to them (though not saying the other evaks don’t have that or aren’t these things just not to the degree that robbe and sander are)

and

2. the second reason we think they work so effectively is because they already feel like boyfriends. with a lot of the evaks even though they’re technically together during their seasons they don’t feel like a settled couple until the final episode of their season and then in s4 but with sobbe they feel like a solid couple from the second they get together and maybe it’s because we got so many scenes of them just hanging out at robbes, going to meet each other, texting each other etc etc

we both also really love robbe and despite the lack of religious trauma plot, we find him to be one of the most nuanced and interesting isaks

we both really love the way he’s played like he is arguably the least or one of the least “bitchy” isak characters (once again i love my bitchy isaks that is not an insult theyre icons) but robbe is played so different hes so interesting because he generally seems to care a lot about others feelings and is very very sweet when he’s being himself. moments that showcase this:

- him (as i interpret it) almost coming out to jana at the end of season one and having him apparently tell jens that jana kissed someone else in a moment of drunk regret that he feels openly bad about rather than as a calculated move like isak did and not blaming it on him being in love with jana

- him sitting down at the cafe with the girls in season 2

- him complimenting noor in the bathroom instead of insulting her like some of the other isaks do

- him not leaving the weed behind at the house for other people to deal with (i know this is more because plotwise yasmina wasn’t at the party but i think it adds to his character)

- him texting amber that they were going to the supermarket even though sander told him not to worry about it

- him sitting down and properly breaking up with noor

- all of this culminating with the reason him and sander staying apart after his manic episode having more to do with him wanting to do the right thing for sander and not wanting to hurt him (as everyone was telling robbe the best thing for sander was for sander to stay with britt and for robbe to stay away) rather than just because he was scared and unsure. which really makes sense with the way they had robbe and his mother have this really beautiful close relationship which you can feel the warmth of even though she’s never on screen which again thinks adds to his characterisation and what makes him such a good partner for sander because he’s really at his core gentle and patient and good (as we see in the ohn scene which in my opinion is one of the best remakes of that scene specifically because they go for something different)

also i think they did a really good job setting up his internalised homophobia like s1 and s2 make it so clear why robbes mindset is the way it is at the start of season three with having the boysquad be much harsher and more awful to robbe through out s1 and the girl squad laughing and gossiping about his potential queerness in s2 culminating with milan trying to out him in front of all his friends it’s so clear why robbe acts the way he does in season three though it doesn’t justify it. but having and isak deal with such an openly homophobic environment that extends even to his closest friends was a really different and in some ways more realistic choice

#prettylonely asks #cat talks about sobbe

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trashbins-stuff · 1 year ago

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I’m on anon because I’m a scaredy cat but what’s your advice for people who want to draw but suck at it (and not like 'ooh I’m bad' I struggle with fine motor skills so I actually suck)? I’m also a perfectionist lmao.

No pressure to answer, it’s a hard question. I really love your art and look up to you as an artist.

you- you look up to ME..ME?? wow i dont know what to say/pos..

well tbh our art also used to suck and we have hard time drawing too, we always drew but somehow it doesnt get better and other stuff,,

well i guess you cna try by experimenting? the reason our art didnt get better is because we keep drawing in the same way and doesnt branch out, try drawing something thta you havent drawn before like maybe a table? it doesnt have to look good and you can just draw it lightly/sketching it, if you dont like it in the end you cna erase it, it doesnt have to look good because its your first time and drawing onc eor twice is better than none. You can even try by tracing! (jsut dont psot it and claim it as urs) its jsut help you get closer to the style you like! from that you cna go and dra won ur own maybe even without reference! You can try sketching first and then erase it lightly, itll help you be more confident with line art and such!! Dont be afrad to try somehting new :}

[and just a little secret (that will soon not be so much of a secret) i barely actually sketch lmao half the time i just draw a lil base on what i want it to look like like for the gift art for winter, we drew a leaned line andd go form there, we hoesntly dont know how but it work?? Of course it look wonky sometime but we did have fun drawing the gift, we didnt even planned the party hat, the clip nor the pink hearts! we jsut went in and it come to us, bit weird but thats still cool :D]

drawing is about having fun after all!!

#art advice #on art #w4nghrgnrthgt <3

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simbelene · 8 months ago

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I'll say it 😏

How is it clipping a l r e a d y?!

Your sim literally has the same figure as the one in the promo. Why tf is it clipping?! 🙃

Looks like a certain creator doesn't playtest their content before putting it out. Which, I'm like why? Cause isn't this your job??? Like??? We're not paying you to be lazy hun!

Can't even do the bare minimum, but still want money 🥴

And people keep on shelling out $10-$20 out of their pockets each and every month (like it's Netflix or something) for this shit?! 😂😂😂 #GirlBye

Absolutely couldn't be me! 😂😂 I shop smarter than this, c'mon now! 😂😂😂

Oh, and you can miss me with that "i'M sTiLL LeArNinG" rhetoric. Slayvlasdy has been making CC for how long now??? Since 2018, and you're STILL LEARNING?!

S T I L L??!!

Babydoll, maybe this aint for you. It's been some years and you're still on day one 🥴

Idk about y'all, but I'd I spent $10-$20 for some dresses and they come out stiff as a board, clipping for no reason, I'm canceling my subscription and giving it to someone else. Periodt! There's so many other creators to choose from. If you don't wanna do the work, that's fine I'll give my money to someone who does. Simple as that 🤷🏾‍♀️.

I really don't see why yall waste time trippin over these creators. Cancel that sub and give it to someone else! It's that simple!

Is this not what you would do irl? For instance, let's say a restaurant was giving you a hard time. Well guess what? You don't ever have to back. Just go to another one, and never give the other place your business again.

I don't see why the community struggles with that concept so much.

Hanging on to creators in the name of quality. This aint quality! The "quality" youre looking at when these creators make a promo post, is blender quality. You're viewing how it looks IN BLENDER! Not in game. Because their content looks janky in game and they're fully aware of that! It's a finesse.

I've seen creators do yards better for free! 😂 Tf are we paying them for?!

This is giving "I bought it from Wish" 😂😂

How you gonna be doing the same thing for years on end and it's STILL BAD?! It is truly laughable at this point. Almost pitiful.

Slayclassy, honeybun listen, just make clothes for blender okay? I'm so deadass rn! Clearly making clothes for in game is not for you 😬

You've been at this for some years and your content still looks like you bought it off the struggle bus! 🥴😂 #BlessYourHeart

This aint the first time I've seen their stuff come out lookin janky af for no virtual reason. And probably won't be the last either 😒.

Y'all love to come in here crying about a subscription, crying about people sharing your stuff, and then put out content like this 😒🥴😂

Like, wdym? Nobody should be paying any amount of money for your crappy cc!

/end rant

If i speak....

#slayclassy #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #patreon #sims 4 patreon cc #broken cc #bad cc #wack cc creators #when will you learn #simblr #ts4 #sims #slayclassy sims 4 #slayclassy cc #all their shitty ass content is freely available around the internet #so there!

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anewbeginningagain · 3 years ago

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Thoughts on Oliva Smart’s interview with TSL:

Favorite Mask Of Zorro FD story is Oliva asking Patch what he thinks on the music and realizing he is not fully on board because it’s cheesy. But then he said that he felt the same about Tessa and Scott’s Moulin Rouge but that they were so convinced it was the right music and so committed to it that we all know how it worked out at the end. And that was what made Olivia calmer about the decision.

Dave Lease has been perfecting his way of asking gossip questions but making them sound less slimy. He asked Olivia about Madi and Zach being shown fighting on “On Edge” and about the footage of Adria and Sara fighting at their last competition. Olivia to her credit didn’t bite and gave great answers on both.

With Madi and Zach she said what we all know - that’s the communication method that works for them and that’s fine, they have a strong enough relationship that allows that sort of bickering and if that’s what work for them then all the power to them.

With Adria and Sara - they both have a fiery personality which made them clash but while the teams don’t talk about skating or even congratulate each other too much, Adria and Sara have a civil relationship and often talk about non-skating related topics.

Olivia’s take on Zhulin and the “bad energy” he brings was spot on but I do think she is naïve if she thinks he doesn’t talk shit to his students even if they do appear to be delicate and happy.

It was hilarious hearing Olivia say that some of the date-nights and stuff on “On Edge” looked super staged and awkward even to her but that the couples are really good friends in real life even if it seemed a but awkward.

Olivia wishes “On Edge” would have been more like Cheer and I SO AGREE.

Dave and Jenny are super slimy and really tried to stir shit for Olivia with pitting Madi and Gabi against each other and asking her to comment on it. Again she handled it great but it just makes me hate them even more. The two of them are legit a match made in hell.

Glad to hear that S/D are not necessarily done after the Olympics and might be another season. I really wish they would.

Now want to know what clips they showed her and what she had to say LOL.

#Olivia Smart #Dave Lease is a decent interviewer and he doesn't shy away from what people want to know #but he will forever self sabotage because his sliminess and pettiness and his overall love for shade will always overpower #what he could potentially achieve if he didn't love being awful and getting hits from it all the time

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myelocin · 4 years ago

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Apple & Vanilla | Miya Atsumu

synopsis: he’s got you, he says, and though the world has you feeling like you’re left to hover above solid ground, he always has his way of feeling like you won’t break if you fall.

characters: miya atsumu, reader

genre: comfort, domestic fluff. | wc: 3600+

a/n: this is a commissioned piece from anonymous! :D

commissions | ko-fi

You connect the dots when you’ve walked in the room and you find him there, waiting for you.

Really, there’s nothing special about the moment, because it’s just another 6pm on another Friday. Coming home never felt like what they write in the poems, because truth is, it’s just the events that play in line with your schedule.

The drive home moves by fast because you’ve got the route memorized. Pull out of the parking lot and make a turn for the left. Drive up this road, remember to take the second exit, take three more turns, then you’re home. Traffic’s not so bad when it’s still six, and the city’s located in the opposite direction from where you’re headed anyway, so at least the peace you’ll have on the drive home is usually the kind that’s enough to clear your mind.

Because really, it should have been like that.

You tell yourself it shouldn’t be much of a drawl to move through your day, because what’s the norm is already something you’re used to.

But really, it’s easy to tell yourself that as a pep talk. 8AM you clock in, run through the backlogs from yesterday’s unfinished paperwork, then clip your hair back to sort through the new files for the day. There’s a cup of something bitter to wake you up, because at 9, you’ll have a meeting. You’re a fly on the wall because you sit in the corner and watch the rest of the world loiter around before it fully rises, and though sometimes there’s a silver lining in staying in your own space—sometimes, you think, it’s also lonely.

You think of the conversations shared between friends in the breakroom. Often, people will greet you with the standard hi, hello, before the how are you, but only because it’s customary. There’s no continuation after the practiced phrase, so after saying hello with the intention of a quick goodbye to follow, it’s usually you, who turns away and walks forward before they could get a chance to.

Because people have a tendency to leave, you think. Though you don’t blame them, because the nature of forming relationships is finding connection to those who feed good into your energy, it’s undeniable that the silence that’s surrounded you for a long while now is lonely. The silent drives to and from work are fine, as is the kind that settles in your general vicinity once you’ve found comfort in your corner.

You can’t say you particularly like that things are like that, but it’s comfortable, so you suppose it has its perks. Pulling back out before the depth of the dive could even think to swallow you is safe, so with that in mind, often, you kept your distance so you can never say people leave you when they exit the room.

You end the day feeling like the world’s still heavy, and that relief is still a long way from home, and it ends like that.

There’s not a part of you that blames the rest of the world for staying in motion, because it’s meant to do that after all, but sometimes the corner gets lonely. The space you’ve buried yourself in your corner becomes too defined as it molded around a space meant just for one, and it’s painful how clear it’s gotten lately.

On the drive home, when the lights are red and the flow of the world halts, forcing you to be still, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and pose the question, “Am I worth standing on the stage?” to the universe that gives you silence.

And because it can only keep your secrets at best, it keeps its silence. Maybe it’s the work of metaphors, or maybe it’s a true message from something beyond what you know, but it’s then where the lights turn green, you’re eased into motion once more, and Atsumu’s name pings on the phone.

You’re driving, with your eyes ahead, but while you miss the way he texts, “I can’t cook for shit, but because my favorite girl is always worth it, I’ll try for us tonight. See you soon, love u!” there’s a comfort that sorts of eases you when the world around you accelerates into motion once again.

Then it hits you that you’re home.

Atsumu watches you walk in the door, with a careful eye that stays, steady on you, because to him, you’re center stage. It’s not a show for one, or for the rest of the world to gaze at, because really, the scene’s set here, and the lights are just best you’ve got for a spotlight are the dim kitchen lights a couple feet over. It occurs to you that he can’t cook, but he’s already got one hand on the handle of the pan while the other is holding a fork.

You don’t announce that you’ve made it home, because Atsumu’s already greeting you as you’re turning the knob. It’s quiet in the room, save for the little noise he makes in the kitchen, but it’s comfortable.

You’re home but the weight of the day intensifies what you’ve carried for a little over a while now, so by the door you’re already a little out of it.

Seated by the kitchen island, the day’s leftover work in front of you in a pile.

He’s staring at the mixture of whatever recipe he found off the internet simmering in the pot in front of him, and thinking that the makeshift silence established with just white noise has, in a way has its own charm. The soft clicks of your keyboard when you tap away your emails, and the way you softly sigh, though it passes off as an exhale for most of the time if he was being honest. It’s like staying in a room with company, so it never is lonely.

You’re at ease because you know you’re as intertwined with the moment as he is, and it’s nice like that.

Because it was on the drive home, just moments ago, where you realize that when it came to the rest of the world, you were just a fly on the wall.

You hover around and over the corner, present, but never quite established with the space.

He sees that a part of you begins to drift, so with patience, he gathers his thoughts before following after you, making sure you don’t tread too deep down.

Atsumu lets the peace of the moment root deeper before breaking the silence. “You okay?” he asks, careful.

In a way, it’s pleasant how the volume of his voice seems to blend with the serenity in the moment instead of break it, so you let it be—allowing for the energy he prompted ease you into comfort instead of abruptly pulling away. You’ve been doing a lot of that lately, you think. For you there’s always been a clear boundary between the space where you conclude that you’re welcome and not, and while you’ve felt like you only hovered around the empty corners when it came to the rest of the world—this space felt safe.

It’s not the silence that drew you in, or kept you within its space, because truth be told—Atsumu had never been the type to be silent.

He’s not brash with his words, but he’s always leaned more towards the honest side. Sometimes he says things he later thinks he could have constructed better in his head, but most of the time, around you, he remembers what it means to be more gentle.

You feel it, because Atsumu’s presence never goes unnoticed, but the most you really do is just to let it be. Through company and silence, he learns to love you like that. Love is letting you come home every day and learning the most of what he can about you, trying to go past the need to use words. It’s knowing if whether you prefer coffee or tea, and how much spice is too much. Your boundaries that he sees, in clarity, because really, you’ve always been more than just the subject of center stage for him.

In truth, the lights around the room—around you—have never been bright enough to be called the spotlight, but it’s at the dimmest corners of the room where he’s put at ease, because he’s always felt you before seeing you.

You’re the hand on his shoulder that squeezes tight when he’s in a room and getting overwhelmed, just as you’re the voice that breaks him out of the haze brought by life—because at the end of the day, clear skies are nothing but a work of fiction. Should he be in the middle of the arena, his corner of the world hushed, or be in front of a crowd celebrating him at his most glorious, his solid ground will always be you.

Atsumu smiles, before relaxing his posture because right now, what he knows is that he’s home.

He’s settled and at peace. Tonight’s dinner is probably gonna be just takeout again, because after tasting the contents in the pot and wincing, inwardly he resigns to the conclusion that cooking will be one of the things that just won’t be his strengths.

Because his strength, on the other hand, is you.

You’re silent in the room with him, but it’s not lonely. The tapping of your fingers against the keyboard doesn’t really follow much of a rhythm, but everything feels like it’s in harmony. It’s nice, because you’re here. He’s cooking dinner for two, two band-aids on his pointer and middle finger, and a too salty soup simmering in the pot.

He could have gotten takeout, he laughs.

But last week you said you liked having soup when the weather’s cold, so for you—and because it’s you, he always thinks you’re worth stumbling over a couple speedbumps and rerouting around roadblocks over. He can’t cook, but he’s got the will. He loves you, so braving the unfamiliar is worth it.

(You’re worth it, he thinks.) (Always.)

That’s why regardless of your silence, he pushes for his presence to be heard anyway, asking you again, “What’s wrong?”

“Lately,” you start, a little unsure. While the idea of vulnerability never daunted you to the point of fear, you suppose it’s only gotten that way because you learned to step of the platform before the waters could tempt you to dive. Atsumu turns off the stove, pushing himself up and off the counter before turning towards you, patient.

You think to yourself that while he’s never been the type to be patient, the way he loves you has always spoke otherwise. Then slowly, you let your thoughts slip. “I think it’s just been a tough day,” you smile. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You know when you tell someone not to worry about something, it usually ends up with them worrying,” Atsumu counters almost immediately, laughing.

“There’s too much stuff in my head to sort out ‘Tsumu,” you say, sighing as you save your file rest your chin on folded hands in front of you.

“I didn’t say that saying how things are will sort them out,” he reminds you, one hand on his hip. It’s a little uncharacteristic, you think. To the world Miya Atsumu showed the side where he was steady. A suave smirk, his words always smooth, and every motion practiced.

In this room, he’s with you, reminding you that for you, he’s willing to always walk the extra mile. A million miles plus one, he thinks, but he smiles instead, hoping what he wishes to say reaches you.

It’s your continued silence that gives away your reluctance to relay the true nature of your thoughts. Understanding, what he does is root his presence and eases his sentiments through the cracks you leave open.

Your eyes are tired, and your shoulders are slumped in the way that says what weighs heavy isn’t just from today. Atsumu’s eyes soften, because while he understands that something that’s yours can never fully weigh on his shoulders, he still wants to let you know he’s willing to share the burden.

A part of him wants to tell you that he’s got you. On the tip of his tongue it stays, but he knows that because you’ve always worked your way through your slumps yourself, all he’s really doing is holding a hand out and making it available should you need a push.

You blink at him, offering a half hearted smile at best. “Then what am I supposed to do if I don’t even think that I’m worth it enough to try fixing what’s clearly in shambles right now?”

“Sometimes all I’ve got is me, ‘Tsumu,” you smile. “The rest of the world is too lonely and leaves you too quick,” you add, an honest afterthought.

“You’ve got me,” he smiles. “I made you soup.”

“You can’t cook,” you laugh.

He shrugs. “I can’t,” he chuckles, showing off the band-aids on his hands. When he leans in, you catch a whiff of your home. Apples and vanilla. A little cayenne tonight because he’s cooking when he really shouldn’t be anywhere near the stove, but it’s alright, because he says that it is.

“’Samu gave you shit for trying this cooking thing, didn’t he?”

Atsumu shrugs again, barking out a laugh that gives away the mirth in his eyes. “He did,” he bellows, his joy blanketing the room in calm, pleasant waves.

“Could have just gotten take out,” you offer. “I’m not worth the trouble.”

“You like soup,” he says. “It’s chilly today and you say soup does the best job in warming you up. ‘S worth it, babe.”

You blink, reluctant to accept the love. But what you do is stay in your seat, feeling your heart swell, the reasoning somewhere in between love and healing. Atsumu pushes himself off the counter, spoons a portion too much for one person into a bowl, and pushes it towards you with a cheeky smile.

“I’ve got a lot for you,” he says. Love, he means. He’s got a lot of love. “I hope you like it.” He means to say he hopes you’ll let him try to heal you.

And just like that you decide that it’s a mix between the two.

He gives you the kind of healing that’s gentle only because there’s love.

He says all that then smiles at you.

Your Atsumu, who’s always been a lot kinder behind shut doors, because the rest of the world never bothered to really peer in. They say he’s never been the type to string words into love, and in a way though there’s truth in that, it’s the seat beside him that he always means to save, just for you, that has you realizing that love is found beyond the need for words.

In the morning, you suppose you could always don a mask and move through the motions of your day trying to convince yourself that you’re fine, but when you make it home, that’s when the weight settles. You tell yourself that this is fine, and that happiness will remain seemingly infinite for as long as you’ve got you kept together like you have for years now.

But slowly, you find that what makes you unravel is the very love the most broken part of you exclaims is the subject of your most vulnerable yearning.

It’s the silence that comes, shared, after saying “I love you,” that lets you know he means to say more than just three words.

Within the cliché, you hear “I’m here,” “how are you, really?” and a constantly echoing “it’s okay,” that slowly solidifies the ground instead of grabbing you and cementing you in place. And it works, because sometimes what stays only resonates to the deepest part of you when you’re slowly reminded of it—words gentle, and sentiment constant.

Your whole life preaches that it’s supposed to be the voice of strength that dictates what it means to be okay, and while it urges you to persevere and hold on through the harder times, sometimes a second to breathe and take it in is what you need, to even think of continuing.

Just some ways from the spotlight that shows the rest of the world, you’re home.

You’re in the kitchen with someone you can always call more than just a partner, a friend, and a lover, and you hear his “how are you?” radiate off of him in gentle waves, though he just asks you what you want for dinner. You shrug, because sometimes you just don’t know. You shrug, because half of your heart doesn’t want to admit that what you have in the moment is love, at its most beautiful form, because your head warns that diving down too deep may not be worth it.

Then it’s you, countering that maybe you aren’t worth it.

Miya Atsumu’s never been the type to fear the depth, nor step away from the platform regardless of the sight of the fall. So home is here, within a person and a room, because it’s also love that built everything within here. There’s a comfort in knowing that he can call it his as much as you think of it as yours, so with that in mind, he leans forward, and blinks at you.

A soft sigh, three slow blinks, and the feel of his hands meeting yours midway before it he intertwines your fingers together. When he leans in, you smell apples and a little bit of vanilla, and just like that, you’re reminded that he’s more than just yours.

He’s home.

Atsumu’s the silence that comes after “I love you,” because he’s the echoing reminder that your reality is that you truly are loved. He squeezes your hand, even though you keep your silence. The lights in the kitchen are still the dim kind of yellow, and there’s three more files you need to read through tonight, before the day resets again at twelve. The fact that you’re tired and aching doesn’t go away, because the weight that comes with a lifelong pain can never vanish just like that, but the moment has you reminded what it feels to rest for a while.

It’s the taste of soup a little too on the salty side, and the oven ready slices of pizza that tell you home is in the imperfections of you and him.

“You know I see you, right?” Atsumu says, softly, slowly, because he loves you like that.

Through words of patience that echo and stay, he slowly lets his truth trickle instead of overwhelm you in one big wave. It’s him walking to the edge of the platform and peering into the unknown with a depth in his eyes rivaling the crash of even the ocean itself. Love is a lot of things, but in this home, it comes in echoes.

He’s quiet, but unlike the silence that comes unwelcome throughout your days outside of here, there’s not a part of you that minds. The assurance that the kind of love he gives you forever means to say you’re worth is the echoing reminder that nudges for you to look up towards him

And like always, when you finally do, Atsumu’s smiling.

All the while the broken part of you is finally showing the world that you’ve been breaking, though Atsumu doesn’t hold you, the way he squeezes your hand and leans in even closer feels like it. Your eyes don’t water, but he sees that you’ve been stumbling. Maybe it’s not the unknown that has you succumbing to fear over strength, but the height of the fall instead. “Is it worth it?” is a question he knows you’ve translated to “am I worth it?” that gives away the aching part of your struggle.

So eye to eye, he looks at you—his center stage, and his world as he lets his honesty pour out in the form of love.

“There’s my girl,” he smiles. “I’ve got you,” he adds. “You’re okay here. Tough day earlier?”

You think of how solid the ground feels underneath you when you’ve closed your hands over his and for the first time, relaxed your shoulders as you let his love carry you. Over the drop, your feet’s planted on solid ground, because he’s got you.

Love overflows, filling in the empty spaces until it’s wrapped around you so warm, but never too tight. You feel safe, because truth is you are, and you feel like you’re in place—even if this wasn’t center stage.

Like walking into a room full of people alone, that same feeling dissipates as quickly as it comes when you look up and realize that there’s someone on the other side of the room, already waving you over to the seat they’ve got saved for you.

“Tough day?” you sigh, echoing his words, allowing the heaviness come before ultimately letting it go, because today, you decide to deny it the right to find a home with you. Atsumu’s I love you comes with the silence, because it still lingers.

Apple and a little vanilla. Cayenne on his cheeks and the taste of a too-salty soup on your tongue.

Imperfect intertwined with a love that feels perfect.

“Earlier I guess it was pretty tough, but it’s better now,” you smile. “And you’re right,” you add with laughter. “This soup’s a little on the saltier side but it’s good. Was worth bugging ‘Samu for it I guess.”

Atsumu pushes the content around his bowl, a hint of red dusting his cheeks. “You can just say it tastes like shit.”

“It’s doesn’t,” you smile. “I love it.”

(You pretend you don’t hear him grumble a bashful I love you, as a response before he puffs his cheeks and takes a spoonful of the soup.)

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SakuAtsu MasterList (WIP)

All the SakuAtsu fics I’ve recommended up to 02/13/2022! To count how many there are, control f “//“ (without the “ ofc, but with a space at the end) and it’ll tell you :) (from my count, there should be around 162 but that doesn’t account for each individual fic in a series!)

The SakuAtsu meme drabble fic CAUSE IT’S FUNNY // it’s literal art. The creativity and skill that went into this,,, PLEASE if anything, just speed read it. I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHAHAHA.

astroeulogy // I LOVE their works and they write BEAUTIFULLY AHHHHH!!! My fav? Possibly Dance of the Parallax by astroeulogy (T) 6.7k // but all of them are SO good! (My love for mythology really be showing here hehe.)

DeathBelle // this writer is on SO many of my posts cause I ADORE the way they write and characterize!!! My fav? Burden of Blame by DeathBelle (E) 91.2k // but you already knew that LOL. I love the other ones too, but mafia? UGH.

hatsuna // ahjfsdjfhkasj need I say more? There isn’t a lot BUT the ones there are so so good! My fav? Pas De Deux by hatsuna (T) 19k // surprise :D I love this one for their interactions but also Omi’s childhood! It’s really good (and you don’t even need to understand ballet) <33333

bastigod // again another writer you will be seeing in other posts because their writing gives me LIFE AHHH. My fav? my love, take your time by bastigod (T) 9k // again you already knew this, but I LOVE THIS ONE ahagdhls. I have reread this one so many times oops hehe :)

volchitsae // I LOVE THIS WRITER, like some of my favorite SakuAtsu fics are from this writer, like favorites of ALL TIME. Please go read their stuff because I love it so much. My fav? take me to the limit, hold me down there by volchitsae (E) 3.8k // this was the fic that got me into their writing, and oops I’ve fallen and I can’t get up haha leave me....

awkwardedgeworth // THE FICS THIS WRITER MAKES AJKASDLK. I love them and everything they make omg!!! My fav? This was SO hard but Notte Stellata by awkwardedgeworth (T) 20.8k // cause I’m basic LOL but your flame will not survive in this cold tundra // was a close second :’)

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle (E) 91.2k // ok so this one may not be the #1 for kudo count BUT hear me out, I really love this one! I know it’s long asf, but honestly I think it’s really worth it for the plot and everything! Also I’m just a sucker for !mafia fics so :)))))) Poor Atsumu being dragged into this mess, but it’s okay because THEY are IN LOVE. Honestly, this fic is Atsumu best boy like he is the best boy. BEST BOY. Check tags and warnings for this one!

Peace of Routine by DeathBelle (E) 8.4k // CHECK TAGS AND WARNINGS cause MAFIA but also SMUT but IT WAS SO GOOD. Like not a lotta mafia stuff (though I can only imagine Atsumu face when he was threatening that person was hot asf), but BIG RELATIONSHIP TINGS RIGHT HERE <33333 This one is Omi POV, and I gotta admit, and this is random, but reading Atsumu say Sakusa instead of Omi made me feel weird. (but when he said kiyoomi aiuhfasdkhf)

liminal spaces by hatsuna (T) 25.9k // I added this one not only because it’s a great fic which really depicts their relationship well, but also in case you wanted to read a milder fic! It’s really funny and I love their dynamic in this and how the relationship progresses. Given it is a slow burn, so you’re in for one hell of a time ;)

we call everything on the ice, "love" by awkwardedgeworth (T) // I LOVE this fic omg,,, it’s in series, but it’s only two fics LOL... Anyway, Notte Stellata is one of my favorite SakuAtsu fics and I have reread it way TOO many times and the fanpage fic IS SO AMAZING (AND FUNNY ASF PLS). I really love ice skating AU’s too so this really made this ‘series’ all the more better <333333

Notte Stellata by awkwardedgeworth (T) 20.9k // I ignored all of the other fics I LOVE in this ship (like the pain I’m in rn), but I love this fic with my whole heart. Like I have reread this fic multiple multiple times because I love it so much (tho I might’ve skipped the angst a couple of times cause I didn’t want the pain okay?). I keep coming back, and the second fic in this series is SO funny and cute and I love it here. Please read it, it’s so FREAKING good, angst and ALL.

Better For Us Both by abrandnewheart (M) 15.7k // THE MUG FIC. There was a sequel and when I saw that it took me another week to read it cause I was like,,, am I ready to have my heart break again? No LOL. But the sequel is actually not as angst, so if you want like a semi-broken whatever, just read the sequel LOL. It’s so sad and it made me physically hurt every time someone even mentioned mugs afterwards (LOL why am I so dramatic but it’s the truth :///). Go ahead and hurt with me.

All The Nothings Into Somethings by abrandnewheart (M) 23.7k // this is one that gets worse before it gets better :’) This is pt 2 of the mug fic series but pt 2 focuses on Omi recovering and some self discovery! I really loved this fic, and it was a satisfying end to the verse.

(I mean, technically) How To Be A Kick-Ass Brother: A Guide by Miya Atsumu by Egosdelirium (E) 25k // what personal vendetta do I have against Osamu? Nothing, literally nothing he just happens to always suffer in the fics I choose oops. This fic is one I really like, and it portrays the close outsider’s perspective on a horrific event really well. I was iffy on putting this in because it’s not really the angst type I was going for (more death less trauma?) but I really liked this fic, and while I was making my end note, I kept thinking about it so yea. Atsumu best boy. (PLEASE READ THE TAGS, THERE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS!!!!)

It's a Jarvey, Not a Weasel! by awkwardedgeworth (T) 3.8k // PLEASE this fic made me laugh omg. Also RIP eyebrows :( If you think Atsumu’s flirtin is bad, wait till you get to Sakusa LOL.

Terminal Curiosity by favspacetwink, moonlumie (E) // CHECK WARINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES!!! this is one of the BEST series I’ve read for this ship and even though I tend not to read WIP, IT’S WORTH IT! Please read ALL the tags before going into any of the fics in this series because there’s some real spicy stuff that may not be your cup of tea!

double down by favspacetwink, moonlumie (E) 14.2k // ITS BACK AND YES I DID RUN TO READ IT. AFHDSALJSFL UGH this series still has it’s touch and it was def worth the wait. It was also so so cute and I love them and their relationship SOBFASKLJAKS I NEED THE NEXT PARTSAJFASJHK

your highs and lows by astroeulogy (T,M,E) // this fic made me go on a roller coaster of feels from start to (tentative) finish :))) It’s great and I love it AHHHHH The progression in their relationship is just so ajfkjsf, and I just adore how Atsumu just broke(?) during that first fic and the number of double takes he did, v relatable LOL.

Different Kinds of Dysfunctional by DeathBelle (T,E) // I LOVE the entrance to this fic and how it flowed so well. I think Atsumu is characterized really well throughout this series (I could totally see Atsumu bringing the same thing up over and over again LOL), and his development was done beautifully (You just want to make me say it.,,, Kinda, yeah.). I really freakin love this series so please go ahead and read it don’t be shy hehehe.

know you better & related stories by theglitterati (T,M,E) // this is definitely one of the best relationship development series I’ve read, I love it so much! It really touches all the bases, and the progression is just SO good. It really is the fic version of the get along shirt, extended edition LOL.

flutterbird (a collection of sakuatsu one-shots) by wordstruck (T,M,E) // this series is such an easy pick up because it’s a bunch of one-shots (esp. if you’re not into smut cause there is some), BUT all of them are def worth a read. Personally, the third one, the sakusa kiyoomi listography, is my favorite (cause imma sucker for Sakusa), but that’s just personal preference hehe :)

Atsumu + Sakusa + The National = ? by isaksara (syailendra) (T,M) // this is another stand alone fic series but with AUs :D I don’t even know like most (ie. all) of the references (LMFAO), but I still read all of them LOL. Again, a personal favorite (without any references LOL) is the second one, famous angels (never come through england), it’s really funny and good and I just love it okay?

parallax error: angle of inclination by min_mintobe (T) // okay so technically this ‘isn’t a series’, but it is two fic that are related, and what is that if not A SERIES :DDDDD Anyway, I really love this fic enough that I would find loopholes in my own dang post to recommend it LOL. I really love the service ace bet between Sakusa and Atsumu (I do think it is a superior headcannon (it’s hc right?)) but I also love what’s left unsaid by both in each other’s POVs hehe. If you want to go straight to Sakusa’s POV (cause their different POVs of the same fic), here it is parallax error: line of sight. You can read either first, but I recommend you read both eventually :)

to make any other mistake by honeymilktea (rosevtea) (T) // I, myself, am a very big fan of college Haikyuu (tho idk if it seems like that LOL), and this fic is very much up my alley hehe. I really like the idea that they are both TA’s and that Atsumu would totally bribe Sakusa into fake dating him as well as Sakusa wearing his brightest outfits to spite Atsumu.

How Do You Know? by awkwardedgeworth (T) // these fics are both so funny omg. The google search histories, the trial and error, and just everything in these two fics gives me so much dopamine LOL. There’s one POV for both end of the ship, though their tragedies are slightly different.

the human disaster chronicles by firtree (G,T) // is this another Atsumu gay panic fic? Yes, yes it is and I have absolutely no shame in recommending it hehe. I realllllllly like this fic and Atsumu having a break down cause Sakusa didn’t follow his routine? It is the move. Anyway, pls read this series cause like the title suggests, it really is a disaster (but at least there’s love right? LOL).

I Love You (Though it's Inadvisable) by Anubis_2701 (T) // okay the series itself is a wip (as in only one fic for now LOL), but the fic is so good, I couldn’t leave it off :))))) First, I do love a good soulmate AU and although I’m not a big fan on the body switching AUs, THIS one was SO good!!! It gets really cheesy and fluff at the end, but the beginning of this fic was just so immaculate, that we’re gonna ignore how much the ending made me want to stick my head into a hole (cause it was so FLUFF OMG).

edit: i didn’t forget, i’m just stupid :/

Intertwined by Anubis_2701 (T) 25.8k // ugh this one was so good I was wondering how I forgot to recommend it. Love the soulmate AU and although I’m not a big fan of body switching stuff, it was worth the read!

The Germaphobe and the Asshole by metaandpotatoes (T,E) // so this series is also actually a WIP, but it’s okay I only read the first and the last one anyway cause they’re basically stand alone’s LOL. This series focuses a lot on Sakusa’s mysophobia, so if you’re not a fan of the hc, you should prolly pass hehe. TBH, my favorite is the third one, Avoidance Behavior // but that’s mainly cause I really like SunaOsa and I love the brother bond in it!

you are the cause of my euphoria by SugarHighs (T) // ajsfljksadhjkdfk is my first thoughts while reading this series cause ATSUMU WOULD. He would start posting thirst trap pics (which really reminded me of Wonho) in order to prove he was the most good looking member of MSBY. Tho, we do love the clowning of one Sakusa Kiyoomi, as done in the third fic (PLEASE NUMBER 17 AND Cheezel). Even if you can’t get yourself to read the other fics, read the third one, 5 Ways To Tell If The Person You're Dating Is The One // for the free serotonin boost plsplspls.

'basis' - noun. the underlying foundation for an idea or process. by auvelli (T) // like I said, college AU is a great AU, love it. This one, I do love indeed. We do stan having microwaves and mini fridges hehe. I support the ramen endeavors but oatmeal is gross, I said what I said. Anyway, I love the tags in the second fic, so even if you don’t end up reading it, read the tags,,,, they’re funny okay?

and i press you to the pages of my heart by volchitsae (T) // I LOVE THIS ONE, teehee again the college AU makes another appearance LOL. I REALLY love this writer, and this one is so funny but cute at the same time. It’s another two POV fic, but you’ll want to read this one in order hehe. Again, the ending is so FLUFF, that my head wanted to take a visit to the underground BUT ITS OKAY.

affection and acid reflux by volchitsae (T) // so the first fic is ~angst~ but IT GETS BETTER OKAY, happy endings. HAPPY ENDINGS. Anyway, there’s some really cute Sakusa in this one (esp. when he talks to the boy at the village LOVE HIM) and a healthy amount of angst as well. I really like this fic and guess what it is? Say it with me, COLLEGE AU LOL.

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by volchitsae (E) // did I just recommend the same writer three times in a row? Yup and I think that says something LOL (tbh I like some of their stand alone fics more tho LMFAO but that doesn’t mean these series are bad nononono not at ALL (this sounded sarcastic but that was not the intention LOL)). This one is ~magical~ (v literally) and has some kinky stuff (holy water ftw) in it, so tread carefully :) I would make sure to read the tags before each one because it gets kinda steamy LOL.

a study on you(th) and reverie by sieges (G,T) // this series is such a sad series :( The first two are the only SakuAtsu but the third one is an angst Osamu one so there’s that LOL (and ofc the fourth one is KuniYama (is that their ship name idk)) But the first one is a moving on fic (which I liked) and the second is like basically a fake break up (which I liked more LOL) and both have some nice shares of angst and fluff so choose your battles wisely (or just read both LOL).

if you make me feel in love / if you make me open up by volchitsae (E) 6.4k // this is a reincarnation AU, and it has a major folklore/japanese-ish mythology (gods) element to it. This honestly MIGHT be my favorite from this list cause it’s just done SO well and I LOVE the reunion after the TRAGEDY :’)))) I’m trying to be vague cause I REALLY don’t want to spoil this fic at ALL, so PLEASE read it heh.

my love, take your time by bastigod (T) 9k // this is another reincarnation AU, but this time it’s with greek-ish mythology :’D However, the fantasy part of it is kinda on the back burner (ahaha oops LOL). It becomes more apparent near the end of the fic, but the build up to it is worth reading, which is why it’s here LOL. I love how they added Sakusa’s own memories concerning certain things, and how he collected pieces of them in the museum! The writing is so good, but also, I’m a sucker for Omi making lists relating to Atsumu hehe.

your flame will not survive in this cold tundra by awkwardedgeworth (T) 26.5k // this is an AtLA AU, but even if you don’t know the show, you’ll still enjoy it! I absolutely love this fic and the plot is really AMAZING and asihfkjahsdkfjak their DEVELOPMENT. Especially with the separation of POV’s in both chapters (and what we get to see which we didn’t previously) UGH,,,, it was so GOOD. (Their other AtLA AU fics are really good too, so don’t be shy, go read them as well LOL.)

one life, one encounter by bastigod (G) 5.7k // this is a japanese-ish mythology AU, with our first appearance of foxsumu. We do stan Kita-san and Sakusa being friends with one another in this house :D This fic was really cute and Sakusa is so baby in this (but in a GOOD WAY), and when he talks to Atsumu at first,,, HE SOUNDED SO LONELY LIKE I’LL BE YOUR FRIEND :((((((

give me a moment so devoted by volchitsae (T) 4.5k // immortals! YES! I really really like this one and I think that their relationship in it was SO cute. I am really into the idea of Atsumu being insufferable throughout Omi’s lifetime and them having INSIDE JOKES AHHHHH. It’s really light and fluffy so if you just want some love in your life, this is the read :)

this is our time in the spotlight by volchitsae (T) // THIS IS A SERIES! TWO FICS! I actually recommended the first one already HAHA but then there was Atsumu’s POV that came out and I loved it so much so I couldn’t help but to recommend it again!!!!

show you my best disguise by volchitsae (T) 5.1k // this one has NICE Sakusa in it (which I think should be more common fight me) and their relationship with one another is actually good from the beginning :D I love how naturally it progressed and how we get to see the habits slowly build as they spend time with one another. Very good fic, but not lots of magic until the end LOL. (There’s also a lot of poetry LOL.)

both our hands speak for us and complicate it by volchitsae (M) 8.6k // MAGIC/superpowers :D FIRST, the puns are such a nice touch to this fic and SECOND we do love the yachi/yama agenda being pushed here. I really like the conditions Sakusa’s powers have, and how that added to the plot (and the ending for that matter, may there be a universe where they can touch LOL). Honestly, the magic is also kinda back burner for this one and it focuses more on relationship dev. but it’s still a fun read so I added it LOL.

Rain and Its Incendiary Properties by firtree (M) 24.5k // so we get some Sakusa turning into vampire backstory in this one, and the revelation of more mythical beings LOL. Bless Komori and tbh Suna for being some MVP’s in this fic, we do love the familial bonds :)))) But also, the knowledge at the end does give some second hand embarrassment so brace yourself LOL.

two slow dancers by orphan_account (T) 1.2k // AHHHHHH BLOND SAKUSA! Also, yes another vampire fic. What? Sue me. This is just a load of fluff and sap from Atsumu, and warning: there ARE twilight references in this one ahahahaha. (If you thought that with this many vampire fics on the list, you would be safe from twilight, you obviously thought wrong.)

crimson colored lotus by sieges (M) 16.5k // this was a demon slayer AU LOL. TBH I haven’t watched DS, but you honestly don’t really need to in order to read this LOL. It’s explained really well and the writing is AMAZING! It’s not a linear fic, but you can read it in order if you so choose. I know it’s a stretch for this list, but it’s just that good, okay? LOL.

how can I not be moved (by you) by Ann1215 (T) 26.4k // this has warlock Atsumu (with an actual REASON for his blond-ness that isn’t Osamu) and halfling Sakusa, who is eventually a sap LOL. I really love fics with familiars and animals so this fic was one that I really liked hehe. The ending? Embarrassing but we do love the love LOL. Also the second part with Atsumu’s POV, FLUFF like, yes please give me all the love :DDDDD

enchanted to meet ya by zantetsvkens (T) 4.8k // FAST BURN but it makes sense. I agree with the a/n at the end for the confession, so there’s that LOL. I liked this one because the tactful provoking was SO good and funny for that matter HAH. But Sakusa WOULD be more concerned with the window costs than Atsumu’s wellbeing (it had to have been said).

when morning comes we'll be safe by bestcarrot (T) 2.7k // another demon slayer AU even though I’ve never read or watched ds? Yes. Again, sue me. I know it’s teeeeeeechnically a stretch BUT fox demon Atsumu...... (Also it’s written so well I felt like I needed to add it okay? :’)))))) AND yes, I WAS holding onto the no character death (YOU SHOULD TOO), the close ending was scary.

a boy is a thing with fangs by unthank (T) 3.5k // foxsumu! ngl I’ll just be straight up honest with you all, I added this for the response Sakusa has to Atsumu when they’re watching SunaOsa play shogi in the next fic LOL. I thought it was so funny and perfect for that moment please. Just,,,, forgive me once AHAHAH.

Falling For You (Literally) by Anubis_2701 (T) 6.5k // clumsy Atsumu makes me feel some type of way LOL. This is another NICE, soft Sakusa fic (like i said we need more: me pretending like I don’t see the tag for it LOL) and it’s just really cute. There’s some medical tings that occur (cause Omi is literally a magical medic LOL), but it’s just very FLUFF hehe.

The curse of a blessing by basinnit (E) 7.8k // CHECKING WARNINGS AND TAGS!!!!!!! I felt like I knew what was going to happen, but DENIAL IS NICE OKAY. Honestly, it seems short with it’s 7.8k word count, but with the number of mental breaks you’re gonna need,,,, it’ll seem long. Also, yes Atsumu punching people (one person in particular) because I would’ve too and I love that person >:((((( It looks scary and confusing with the tags, but I’d read it anyway LOL. (If you’re wondering, the magic is that Suna and Sakusa are warlocks LOL.)

The Fox Prince by cinnamonlove (T) 13.1k // okay there are some INSULTS thrown (and lots of cursing LOL) and so TW: LOTTA CURSE WORDS. Aside from that, we see once again MVP Komori making an appearance, but also vulnerable SakuAtsu near the end :0 It’s definitely an interesting fic, so that’s why it’s here LOL. (Also it’s like fake foxsumu but not really,,,, you’ll understand.)

the echoing halls by ohwickedsoul (T) 11.7k // GAH THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD. To read it though, some background knowledge (or google LOL) is needed cause the mythology references are very strong in this one. But I love when Sakusa was so desperate (honor’d light AUAHFKJDHFKJS) and Atsumu was aboutta (basically) punch him LOL. V GOOD V CUTE IN LOVE? I AM.

just a boy undercover (and a boy with the getaway) by volchitsae (M) 14.1k // twin fight rendition number idk but it’s good so whatever LOL. Is it really a SakuAtsu fic without one mention of a major twin fight? (probably yes but in this case no LOL) This one was SO good and I love how annoying Sakusa is >>>> for Atsumu. Also the acceptance at the end ajfakdlf HEART WARMED.

the unfinished kiss by Ellieb3an (E) 6.3k // I told myself, less or no smut, but here we are. Honestly you’d think I learn I never stick to my own rules LOL. Anyway, this is SPICY so avoid if you don’t like smut heheh. I absolutely love when they use fighting as foreplay like adflkhf yes PUNCH HIS FACE (does that make me violent? probably LOL).

To the Few I'll Miss by TwilaFrost (M) 5k // PAIN. This is a feel bad. It makes you feel bad and sad and angry and then sad AGAIN. The second fic is from Sakusa’s POV, so I recommend reading them both. THIS IS A TAG WARNING. Please read the a/n.

it's fine by samugiiri (T) 2.8k // I’m starting this off by saying THIS HAS A HAPPY SEQUEL HOWEVER THERE IS A NEAR DEATH IN THE FIRST FIC. It’s a spoiler I know, but I thought it was important to note. Also, Atsumu is a little ooc in the second fic, but traumatic events do that to you. I thought the Atsumu characterization was really good in the first fic and I could definitely see him struggling with the worries that plagued him.

take me to the limit, hold me down there by volchitsae (E) 3.8k // I ADORE THIS FIC. LOVE LOVE LOVE it and the rate my teacher comments? HILARIOUS. It’s only explicit at the very end (cause of some ~spice~), so if you don’t want to read it cause it’s E, just don’t finish it (JK LOL BE SAFE).

bet on it by selenophim (T) 13.3k // this is just one long drawn out joke and I love it. It’s so funny how NO ONE really expected it (and some betrayal by one Miya Osamu), and it’s just some comedic genius!!!

Clipped To You by littleboat (T) 8.1k // okay first of all THERE’S ART, second I love Omi in hair clips <3333 It’s really funny with lots of ~pining~ Atsumu and there’s cameo’s of other players,,, it’s just a great time :D

the inherent romance of classical conditioning (or, the fine art of emotional recognition) by pseudoanalytics (E) 13.7k // this fic made me laugh so much, starting from the fact that there needed to be clarification (which was, after finishing, understood LOL) that this was indeed NOT a fic with a foot fetish.

Routines (and How to Break Them) by cajynn (T) 1.6k // this fic makes them SO CUTE ugh the fluff ajsjkfhajh. I love how Atsumu just slips into everything Omi does (like a snake) ITS SO ADORABLE AHHH.

sense of purpose (or, what comes next) by pseudoanalytics (T) 3.6k // this fic was so HEARTWARMING!!! It made me kinda sad though cause I’m just that kinda person (and I don’t like to think about the past LOLOLOLOL), but the ending was !!! SO !!! CUTE !!! and I love the ending notes (me too Osamu, me too)!

crushed by citruslemonade (strawberrycitrus) (E) 4.2k // I feel like it’s a crime if I don’t mention this fic LOL and it’s very quick and funny! We all want to be the watermelons in this fic and no I don’t take criticism. No thoughts just Miya Atsumu’s thighs :’)))

Just as much by Sapphirine (NR) 16.1k // this is peak gay panic as demonstrated by one Miya Atsumu hehe. This fic is so FLUFF but also PINE! I’ll just be sitting here with my 851 million microorganisms to keep me company cause I’M SINGLE LOL.

every action has an equal and opposite reaction by akanemnida (T) 10.4k // nothing to see here, just Sakusa saying things that make Atsumu’s heart stop ;) I love ~caring~ Sakusa so if you do too, read! But also hello? Perfume drop please,,,,

see this through by basilleia (T) 17.7k // I am shamelessly a HARDCORE Atsumu wears glasses fan, once again, I take absolutely no criticism! Again some ~caring~ Sakusa heheh but also love the twin dynamic in this one!

dogshit (first comes the fall) by kitcassiachan (E) 15.8k // PLEASE CHECK WARNINGS! ngl this was one of the first fics I read for this ship and GOD did it get me hooked onto bottom Sakusa agenda (it really hit different). Of course, I’m not promoting the way this relationship happened (don’t have hate s*x), BUT I have nothing to say other than I had no regrets. RIP (not actually but you’ll get what I mean LOL) Bokuto and Ushiwaka for that matter.

let's get physical by rosegoldwriting (T) 4.3k // I really like medical stuff (you’ll see later LOL) BUT even if you don’t still read it cause IT’S FUNNY OKAY. We gotta love boys day and STD’s~~ (also don’t be stupid like him and get hurt to see hot doctors :))))

all i do is crave by newamsterdam (E) 12.7k // were we waiting for me to bring a 5 + 1 to the table? If so, here it is! We do love the olympics and oblivious Astumu~~

lay it on me (no, really) by ayushi_writes (T) 4.2k // please the way I was hesitant to read it at first but then the ‘being very fond and caring in a homie way haha’ made me read it LOL. The fluff (and Astumu being caring because that is another one of my favorite things to read hehe) in this is almost worth the awkwardness that made me want to go put my head into a hole like an ostrich LOLOLOLOL.

ink blossoms by entrechat (T) 8.1k // I think this fic IS SO CUTE OMG. I love the way Omi sits in the shop to draw was ADORABLE and making them do that to get tattoos? Smart af (and v respectful we stan). Also, I love flower meanings :D

where i want to be by tookumade (G) 8.8k // THIS ONE ahhhhhh so cute I love it. Omi trying SO hard in this relationship and Atsumu being so understanding. I love it here :’)))))

three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus (T) 19.7k // I LOVE THIS ONE not only cause I love professor AUs (I do, I LOVE THOSE) but also it’s just some great writing :D I really love their interactions and the misunderstanding killed me ahhhhh.

the 28 postcards you left me by wheelspokes (T) 8.3k // Okay the whole concept of this fic made me laugh ngl. Like I hate exes to lovers but this concept made me read it and I don’t regret it. I felt Atsumu’s panic when he sent the first one and then later LOL. I loved Omi’s side too OMG, also there’s a timeline at the end :D

the home we built in hell by awkwardedgeworth (T) 5k // I love this fic. I love the execution of this fic. It’s written so well and the development they go through IS SO GOOD. Like the plot is just AMAZING and I literally cannot express in words how much I adore this fic. PLEASE READ IT! But be mindful of the tags FOR SURE!

but we're not, like, in love by eidilechsi (E) 17.3k // CAUTION FOR sexual content, but this is an absolute CRACK fic. I LOVED THIS FIC AHHAHDHAHSJ. I couldn’t stop laughing throughout the entire fic (I had to take breaks to catch my breath I’m not even kidding) and the EXASPERATION. OMG. I felt so bad for everyone around them cause I wanted to smack them on the head. Imagine onigiri being your foundation for understanding love. PLEASE, this was an amazing fic.

sakuatsu single parent au by ugaytsu (series) 3.8k // this has some Omi growth as a parent in it! I absolutely adore how Atsumu makes Omi into a better parent :’) Also them playing together? UGHHHHH. I’m dying cause fluff :))))

Like Smoke Blown to Heaven by littleboat (T) 22.2k // this left me speechless. OKAY. This was amazing, and it’s written SO FREAKING WELL!!! I loved the Sakusa + AranKita agenda and I loved the mythology in it as well! I was super engaged the entire time and the ending. OH MY GOD. The ending. I am waiting for the rest of the trilogy PLEASE. Also everyone down bad for Aran is big facts <333

Nice to meet you too? by milkcartontobio (M) 2.6k // BYE THIS WAS SO FUNNYJSJFJSJDJ I was trying so hard not to laugh because I was out when I read it, BUT I FAILEDKAFJSLC It’s 4 chapters but each one is pretty short and it moves very quickly!

a fist amidst the hands by noodletastic (E) 13.2k // THIS WAS SO GOOD!!!! I am in love with fighting don’t question it and AHFJJSJC made me feel so many things!!!! LOVE IT SO MUCH, and it kept me so entertained! A great time AHHH. (Also I read the other fics AND THEYRE ALSO SO GOOD!!! Read them all HAHA!) It’s got some SMUT in it, so be sure to check the warnings and tags!

Life Model by meeks00 (M) 1.3k // THIS WAS SO FREAKIN CUTE! It’s Atsumu pinning over Sakusa as he draws him, but he’s applying more charcoal to his face than the actual canvas. The banter between Atsumu, Aran, and Suna is so funny and the ending was SO CUTE HAHAHA!!

drag me through the mud by eidilechsi (E) 17.1k // THIS WAS SO FUNNY OMFG, Omi is a pining loser and Atsumu is a drag queen! But Omi’s internal monologued killed me and when he interacts with Kiyoko? GOLD. It’s got some spicier scenes and it’s EXPLICIT for a reason, so be sure to check the tags and warnings on this one!

the worst ever by wheelspokes (M) 13.1k // GAH IT WAS SO GOOD. I loved Omi and Waka-chan, and the progression of their relationship was ajkfd. We stan good, healthy communication! Also the pancake recipe (smooth Waka-chan smoooooth). But the way Atsumu adapts overtime and how he grew on Omi (kinda like mold LOL), jalfjkadfl IM IN LOVE.

laid bare, right there by berfinwrites (E) 26.6k // THIS. WAS. SO. GOOD. There’s a LOT of references to alcohol (check the tags and warnings!) but the connections to each drink were done super well and I had a lotta fun trying to guess which drink was next HAHA :D It kept my attention throughout, and I finished it in one go (which is something my dory like attention span is having difficulty doing nowadays :’)

Evernight by astroeulogy (G) 5k // !!! OKAY i’m gonna confess, I thought this was SakuOsa for a hot min because I misread the tags LMFAO but anyways, this fic was so fun! I love cocky Atsumu and I adore plant dad Sakusa. Also I love the plants thoughts so much HAHAH and I was wondering if I could get some rice?

The Great MSBY Black Jackal Pizza Bake Off by awkwardedgeworth (T) 5.7k // who doesn’t enjoy a good crack fic? Everything is just so chaotic and I just love all the crossovers HAHAHA. TBH other than maybe Atsumu, I doubt any of msby 4 can actually cook,,, I don’t think Sakusa would cook because I don’t think he would want to go through the effort LOL.

the hell am i suppose to get you? by citronnes (T) 1.2k // the classic gift exchange HAHA. Also I loved Sakusa bickering with Komori, I love those cousins HAHAH. Ngl I thought he was gonna buy a penguin like live but and I was like ?? they do that?? AHHAHA

That’s Not What Happened In Ratatouille by mcbeefy (T) 2.3k // PLASFKASJF NO BECAUSE ME TOO. I would be on that island counter with them SCREAMING because like ??? OBVIOUSLY the house needs to be burned down. Osamu is just a weirdo and needs more fears,,,

rating explicit, completed works only, sort by kudos by lesbiantrait (E) 7.6k // SHOUT OUT TO @granddecoffee FOR RECOMMENDING THIS TO ME ILY THIS WAS SO GOOD SORRY TO JOJO FOR ‘CHEATING’ AND KEEPING YOU FROM GETTING $5 RICHER. ANYWAYS this fic was so GOOD AND the ending!!! WAS SO FUNNY!!!!

christmas traditions by akanemnida (T) 1.2k // this was so domestic I loved it. Also, Atsumu lying about everything is just so on brand for him HAHAHA. The characterization was great HAHAHHA. (this is so off topic, but I also think it’s so interesting how kfc is a christmas tradition in japan LOL)

hook, line, and sinker by liliapocalypse (M) 2.1k // this is confident Omi supremacy. I love model Omi and artist Atsumu,,,, Warnings for implied nudity and some very intense sexual tension.

you, clouds, rain. by auvelli (T) 3.5k // non linear and it’s really good! It’s written really beautifully :’) Like it executes the plot line super well, and the ending was just UGH yes.

Extraction by TwilaFrost (M) 2.8k // i’m assuming you’re okay with more mature themes cause of what you sent me, but the tags,,,, they say enough LOL. I love doctor Omi and well.... Atsumu,,, his role is questionable in this one LOL. Er,,, the summary kinda gives it away but um.... Just read it.

you're made of memories you bury or live by by tirralirra (T) 24.8k // because I can’t not recommend angst, here is angst LOL. This one is really sad and deals with amnesia but it’s written very well!

(kinda sorta? benefit of the doubt please) can we always be this close (forever and ever?) by lunarumbra (G) 3.1k // Osamu is doing the most interrogating Omi and it’s a great plot, just like Suna’s abilities ;) (also there’s a second fic which I also adore :D)

the fine line between family and a cup of coffee by tinyttree (G) 3.6k // UGH WHOLESOME,,,, it’s just an interaction between an anxious child and their future brother-in-law.

Read The Receipt by hhhhhhhappycow (G) 6.6k // another where I was genuinely confused cause I haven’t recommended it yet. I went wtf when I was looking for it and yeah.

Through the walls by akaashook (T) 25.8k // surprised I didn’t recommend this one yet, but pictures are taken and a house burns down LOL.

(it’s gone now T.T) always, omi by auroramyths (T) 8.2k // CAUTION, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH! AHHHHHH This was so sad oml literally I kept repeating that he was gonna die and then HE DIED,,,,,,,,,, anyway, be careful cause there’s death LOL. It’s sad but very cute!

home is where the pastries are by miyaudrey (NR) 2k // AFHASJD HE IS IN LOVE,,,, this is just Omi thinking about Atsumu while he waits for him to come home and it’s really cute and fluff and great. And the ending is CUTE!

the steps to ‘i love you’ by breedlejuice (G) 2.8k. // this is pt 1 of a series, but it was REALLY good!!!! Its got a lot to do with insecurities and kinda broken families, but Omi is v soft in this :’D

Home for the Howlidays by tirralirra (T) 13.6k // Omi turns into a dog,,,, But also when he changed back, the second hand embarrassment I felt ahahahah.

your hands (pressed to my cheeks) by fellestar (T) 2.9k // IT’S JUST OMI BEING SOFT,,,, that’s the fic! I was overwhelmed with the fluff and jafladf throughout the whole thing, if you get what I mean,,,,

Tethered by meeks00 (T) 5.7k // I could not get myself past a certain section cause I was dying of embarrassment. DYING. I- the second hand in this fic is like next level,,,, It was really good though and I don’t regret the pain, but yea,,,,, now I’m embarrassed :’D

you're confection, goodness knows (my honeysuckle rose) by breedlejuice (T) 4.6k // jkshfakjhdf this was REALLY CUTE,,, it made me so happy and UGH soft Omi! But I love the concept of it and Atsumu asking for the meanest bouquet Omi could make made me giggle :D

Summaries from fics!

Teach Me, Tune Me, Tempt Me by Anonymous (E) 38.8k // Sakusa Kiyoomi needs to conquer many lifelong fears in order to enter his first romantic relationship. Miya Atsumu is there to guide him every step of the way, even if the one Sakusa desires is someone else.

Flowers Bloom In Our Masks by UnicornFlowers (G) 24.5k // "Mysophobia, also known as verminophobia, germophobia, germaphobia, bacillophobia and bacteriophobia, is a pathological fear of contamination and germs." "You read that off of Wikipedia." "That's the point, Omi-kun. I read up on it fer you."

the art of folding a handkerchief by Emlee_J (T) 5.6k // “Atsumu-san’s just realised he likes Sakusa-san,” Shouyou says simply, as though announcing the weather. “Ahh,” Bokuto nods sagely, standing up straight and nodding his head, as though this was a perfectly normal thing to hear and not monumental in any way. “'Ahh?'” Atsumu protests, indignantly, “what do ya mean ‘ahh?’” “We were wondering when you were going to notice,” Bokuto shrugs, and Atsumu gawps at him. “'Scuse me?” He splutters, and whips his gaze around to Shouyou, who bobs his head at him in confirmation. “How did you two notice before I did?” Atsumu blurts out. "Most people do," Shouyou says softly. -In which Atsumu develops something annoying, like feelings for a teammate, but at least he has a couple of wingmen and Tobio's seemingly infinite resources to help him out.

for whom the heart beats by cielelyse (T) 1.6k // Atsumu's heart keeps skipping a beat whenever Sakusa's around - so often that it's baffling and honestly downright concerning. "I think I might have a medical condition," he says into the phone. "Good," says Osamu, and hangs up.

as you are by papertulips (G) 5.8k // Kiyoomi learns that falling for Atsumu is the easiest thing in the world.

Hide and seek by badreputation (E) 10.5k // It’s just a fleeting infatuation. As long as he pushes through it he’ll manage. So what if nowadays there isn’t a night where he doesn’t dream of Sakusa pinning him down on his own bed, in the shower or make Atsumu go down on his knees in the hallway? Those are just pesky details.

People Will Say We're in Love by tirralirra (T) 9.5k // “Saku...Atsu? What does that even mean?” Atsumu says, squinting at the device. People seem to think that Sakusa and Atsumu are in love, so they come up with a list of things to do to deter that. Maybe it would work...if they weren’t in love.

do not separate! by aalphard (T) 5k // He knows he likes peanut butter and the tuna onigiri Uncle Shamu makes for him. He knows he likes volleyball and the way his daddy looks so, so cool when he’s on court. He knows he likes drawing and playing with toy swords. He knows he likes reading and it’s even better when Atsumu is the one reading for him. He knows he likes to have pancakes in the morning but he also really, really likes tamagoyaki and he knows his daddy can’t make those at all. He tries, but fails every single time. He knows his daddy’s teammates like him and he knows they’ll help him if he wants to play with them one day. But the thing is he likes Uncle Omi-kun more than he likes the rest of them and that is a secret he won’t tell anyone that’s not his daddy. He doesn’t like to make people sad.“Omi?” “Yeah?” “Nao said he likes you more than he likes the rest of the team. Don’t tell’em.” or atsumu is a single dad and kiyoomi can't help but fall for him.

you make my heart burn by myhopeisjhope (G) 9.2k // “What’s up with that awful expression?” Atsumu asked. He leaned against the counter with his hip, looking directly at Kiyoomi, his regular fox-line grin plastered on his face. Kiyoomi made eye-contact with him then, his eyebrows knotting in annoyance, but Atsumu was too interested in the cute pair of beauty marks above Kiyoomi’s eye to care about the glare that was sent his way. “What’s up with that awful hair?” Kiyoomi shot back. And that was exactly when Atsumu decided he liked the guy.

somewhere in the middle (i think we lied a little) by akanemnida (E) 4.3k // “Body worship,” Miya said instantly, after Kiyoomi asked him what he wanted as reward as the winner of their service ace competition. “I can do that,” Kiyoomi said with a frown. “God, you really are the vainest person on this planet—”Miya shook his head, smirking. “Nuh-uh, Omi-kun. I meant I wanted ‘ta worship ‘ya.”(Or: Sakusa and Atsumu and all the blurred lines in between.)

san'yō expressway, 6:17 pm by yamabato (T) 8.1k // Atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of Sakusa’s face. He is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. It makes Atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe. Kiss him again, maybe. They have 344 kilometers to figure this one out.

affection by papertulips (G) 2.1k // "I gave you the key to my house for emergencies only." “This is an emergency.” “What?” Atsumu pouts, looking up at him with wide eyes that definitely work on Kiyoomi but he will never admit it. “I missed you.”

love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways by myhopeisjhope (NR) 21.3k // "Huh?" is Atsumu's response, and it's seemingly the only thing the man could think of after the minute-long silence that stretched between them. "We should break up," Kiyoomi repeats, more clearly now. He doesn't let any emotion seep into his voice, keeping it neutral and detached, as if breaking up with Atsumu was the easiest thing ever, while in fact it's the complete opposite.

And I'll Ask for the Sea by meeks00 (T) 6.9k // When a couple of his teammates reveal that Atsumu has feelings for him, Sakusa doesn’t react well. It doesn’t help that Atsumu is his typical petty and salty self. --“Come on,” Atsumu is saying in a wheedling tone behind a bright grin. “Just stop,” Sakusa snaps suddenly. “Will you just leave me alone for once? I don’t even like you!”Normally, Sakusa’s words don’t phase Atsumu at all. He’ll talk over Sakusa or brush off any harsh words easily enough and might turn to someone else for the attention he apparently craves. But this time, Sakusa’s words seem to stop him cold, the smile freezing for just a moment on his face.

the Definition of Miya Atsumu, by Sakusa Kiyoomi by orphan_account (G) 4k // Miya Atsumu is a self-centred prick who thinks he's top shit. Underneath the word 'asshole' in the dictionary is a picture of his stupidly pretty face. Sakusa Kiyoomi's definition is, according to him, 100% correct, until he takes a closer look.

i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by liliapocalypse (T) 7.6k // Seeing Sakusa stressed out, Atsumu writes random letters on Sakusa’s skin to soothe him during the team’s assisted stretches. Somewhere along the way, the touches shift from barely tolerable to something Sakusa actively craved for. One day, though, Atsumu accidentally writes a confession instead.

it ain't no matter of 'if' honey, it's just a matter of 'when' by irleggsy (M) 2.1k // With a beer in one hand and an accusatory pointer finger on the other, Sakusa slurred, shouted even, “Atsumu. If you wear those godforsaken cutoff camo jorts one more fucking time I’m breaking up with you.”Atsumu made a noise in his throat caught somewhere between a wheeze and a squawk that came out more of an avant-garde honk noise than anything else. He stared up at Sakusa with wide eyes, a bewildered smile just barely glued onto his face. Or: The MSBY Black Jackals go to a bar. Sakusa likes to run his mouth when he's drunk.

dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials (T) 8.4k // You are your first and only line of defense against the universe.

Who Could Have Seen This Coming? by crone_zone (M) 16.7k // Peering out the side of his eyes at the man walking beside him, Sakusa wondered why he’d impulsively changed his mind about his plans this evening when he’d noticed Miya’s reluctance. Surely he wasn’t worried about this asshole, was he?--In which Sakusa impulsively invites Atsumu over to his apartment when he sees he's upset and something entirely unexpected happens: he realizes he likes this asshole. Cue [off-camera]sex, mutual confessions, insecurity, and adorable losers who are opposite in all the right ways.

Miya Atsumu's unwavering love for Sakusa Kiyoomi and an unholy amount of terrible food analogies that should not have the right to Exist by aiviloti (G) 5.6k // Five times Miya Atsumu talks to (harasses) his friends and sibling because he has feelings for Sakusa and doesn't know what to do or how to deal with them and the one time he talks to Sakusa about it. “How do you make friends apart from showering them in praise?” Atsumu wails one night, and Osamu thinks, oh god, here we go again.

Sakusa's Secret Admirer by TwilaFrost (T) 20.2k // Every day after practice, Kiyoomi finds another letter inside his shoe locker. It's only every signed: -❤ He's determined to find this person. Is it crazy to fall in love with someone you've never met?

take what's yours and make it mine by claudusdiei (T) 5.9k // (this has a second fic hehe) atsumu falls in love four times in his life (or: in which atsumu gets his heart broken twice, has the self-awareness of a sober mule and really likes yellow tulips)

School Bus Yellow by yuuki (G) 4.9k // Atsumu has a crush on Sakusa, and it’s kind of ridiculous how much he likes a guy who wears ugly colored jackets and is afraid of germs.Though, Atsumu’s probably not all that great himself. He’s still figuring that part out.

show me how by emeraldpalace (G) 2.9k // Sakusa isn’t sure when or how it happened, but the fact remains: Miya Atsumu has become a comfortable constant in his life.

touch me (i want you to) by melstar (G) 3.9k // He should have seen it coming, really. Spend six months tip-toeing around the line of domesticity with the team’s resident germaphobe, and there was no way he’d be able to think of the guy the same way anymore. Or, Atsumu touches Sakusa's arm once and thus begins a downward spiral into the inescapable jaws of attraction.

Dreaming of You, Talking About You by kitkatwrites (T) 1.1k // Osamu learns that Atsumu talks in his sleep, especially about a certain wing spiker from Tokyo.

If your world falls apart, I'd start a riot by Serendipity (jenjaemrens) (NR) 3.1k // "It was Atsumu who was the older brother, but it was Osamu who was more protective of him. He would always protect Atsumu from things around them that could hurt him. "Or, the story of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu through the eyes of Miya Osamu.

but soft what light by min_mintobe (T) 2.1k // "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, Bokkun—" Atsumu drawls, "—hot. "In which Miya Atsumu woos Sakusa Kiyoomi by (gratuitously, seductively) quoting Shakespeare. One-shot.

sakusa kiyoomi's fixation on (miya atsumu's) lips by catsoncocaine (E) 3.7k // Everything about Atsumu is fucking beautiful, but there is one specific part of his that is like kryptonite for Kiyoomi. It is both his curse and his remedy, rendering him useless and yet egging him on to move at the same time. Kiyoomi hates it as much as he loves it.

The Jacket In Your Closet by dai_naning (T) 8.6k // According to the gossiping players around him, Miya Atsumu is an asshole. He's an incredible player in court and an obnoxious person off the court. He taunts people, points out their weakness, and doesn't give a shit if he's disliked or not. Some even say his teammates ostracize him. Sakusa looks at Miya Atsumu and can only see a player who keeps his eyes firmly forward, demanding the same to the players who want to stay on the court. Sakusa can't fault him for that. (That doesn't erase the fact that he's an asshole though. And that he's still the one who gave a jacket to a stranger.)

sakusa kiyoomi is....an uncle? by miyaudrey (T) 5.9k // “Oh, by the way, my nieces and nephews are going to be there.” “Your what now?” Or, Atsumu finds out three hours prior to a Sakusa family gathering that Kiyoomi is an uncle.

Confessions of a V-League Setter by Anubis_2701 (T) 3.3k // "Never?" Sakusa's lips thinned. "No, never. Now stop talking to me." Or, Atsumu discovers that Sakusa Kiyoomi, germaphobe and reluctant heartthrob of the Black Jackals, has never been confessed to before. He decides to change that.

Touch Me by cajynn (E) 3k // Sakusa actually likes being touched but he's very picky when it comes to who and how. When the who turns out to be Miya Atsumu he has a crisis.

Please Stop Crying by dauwtrappen (G) 2.9k // Friday starts off well until it doesn’t and Kiyoomi can hear something crash, feel something snap inside him when Miya, about to set him up for a quick attack, suddenly starts crying in the middle of their three-on-three. Kiyoomi doesn’t even react when the ball bounces off his head, doesn’t cringe when his face is smushed against the net briefly because he forgets to land in front of the it. He’s too shocked, too appalled with the tears pouring out from Miya’s eyes to care.

I can't take much more of your hesitating by playexodus (T) 2.7k // The curved sides of Atsumu’s pecs peek through that absurd tank top at just the right angle. Sakusa swallows. “Your entire chest is hanging out of that shirt. We’re in public. You could at least pretend to be a decent, morally upright person. Not to mention that this Los Angeles beach boy aesthetic is terrible on you.”Glancing back down at Atsumu’s chest to glare at his sharp, glistening collarbones is a bad idea. Sakusa wills his eyes to stay fixated on Atsumu’s face. As it turns out, this too, is a bad idea. “Oh?” Atsumu turns his half-lidded gaze onto Sakusa, the corners of his mouth curling. “Just to be clear: you’re definitely not enjoying the view then, Omi-Omi?”

curse breaking by allicanseeispink (T) 9.2k // Nearing the fourth hour of the silent treatment, Kiyoomi’s already frayed nerves began to whittle down to their last fibers. Today, it was raining. A proper Tokyo monsoon tantrum just shy of a full-blown typhoon that left puddles on sidewalks and fell from an angle so wicked it eluded umbrellas. It was raining and they haven’t spoken in almost four hours. (In which Sakusa wanders into the minefield that is Atsumu's feelings and tries not to blow things up.)

Summer Special: Omigiri by mika60 (T) 6.9k // Miya Osamu always comes up with the perfect marketing plan for his shop, even if it involves the two biggest idiots he knows.

a list of things sakusa kiyoomi hates by BrenH (T) 7.3k // “Just fuckin’ write shit down so ya remember it then. ”It was probably supposed to be a joke, just Osamu being as annoying and unhelpful as always, just reminding him that he shouldn’t have bothered trying to count on his brother for help. He’s forgotten about the whole thing until a few days later when he’s shopping and comes across a small, black notebook shaped like a cat, and his brother’s stupid suggestion flashes through his mind. Before he knows it, the cute little notebook is dropped in his basket, purchased, and in his possession. Or, the one where Osamu suggests Atsumu keep a notebook to track all the things Sakusa hates that he does, and he takes it further than he means to.

A Challenge, A Cat, and A Confession by Kitaa (G) 6.2k // Atsumu enjoys bothering Sakusa. One day he bothers him enough to be invited over to his apartment, only to discover that Sakusa has a plant, a cat, and a cute laugh.

Multiples Of Two by yuuki (G) 3.3k // He does everything in multiples of two. The day Sakusa Kiyoomi died, Atsumu checked his pulse twenty-eight times. Okay, so Sakusa Kiyoomi has never died. And Atsumu has never been close enough to Sakusa to be able to check his pulse. So what if Atsumu is just being dramatic again? He’s allowed to be dramatic when he’s in love with a man who has less emotion than a rock.

gold rush by sketchedsmiles (T) 18k // When the MSBY Black Jackals sign their newest team member, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Atsumu makes it his personal responsibility to befriend the indifferent player.

got sand in my eyes (and my shorts too, damn you miya) by luxnoctre (T) 4.7k // On one of their rare rest days, Hinata takes the part of the MSBY team to the beach. Chaos ensures. (or alternatively, do not piss off Sakusa when he is in the middle of relaxing)

mortality is found in the flesh of your sins by citronnes (M) 10.6k // dickhead one, sakusa kiyoomi. dickhead two, miya atsumu. neither understand how to communicate. Pray tell, why are you drawn to him?Are you drawn to him in the way he looks beautiful even when crying? When his eyes are red, shiny tears streaking down, lips quivering, is he beautiful?

livestream by sketchedsmiles (T) 14.1k // YouTube + Streamer, Sakusa is used to attention. As a full-time student and a part-time streamer, his videos of gameplay garner thousands of views on a daily basis. Still, nothing can prepare him for what it’s like to have the attention of Miya Atsumu. Atsumu is many things: chatty, endearing, earnest. But he’s more observant than most give him credit for. And he might be the only person who reminds Sakusa to take care of himself.

#rye's ML #sakuatsu #masterlist #haikyuu fic recs #haikyuu fanfic rec #anime #manga #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq fic rec

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saxxxology · 5 years ago

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Daddy (oneshot)

In an effort to spice things up with Sam, you confess your need for him to occasionally take on a different role in your relationship.

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Native American!Reader

WARNINGS: relationship anxiety, brief fluff, daddy!kink, oral sex (female), fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie

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Things with Sam are good. Not great, not shabby… just good.

He’s been busy working hunts back to back, which you understand, and it’s fine when he’s too tired to have sex of any kind, but when you do have sex, it’s just been… good. You’re younger than he is, nineteen to his thirty-five. You like things rough and kinky, roleplaying, biting and scratching and marking. Sam always makes you cum, thank God, but the last few months you’ve barely gone beyond vanilla. It’s like he’s bored and just isn’t into it anymore.

And you don’t like it. It makes you nervous.

Finally, the boys get a weekend off. Dean promptly heads out for a day and night on the town, leaving you and Sam alone at the bunker.

You find him in the kitchen around noon, poring over the daily newspaper and a cup of coffee. He smiles when you perch on the edge of the table. Before he can say anything, however, you launch into your questioning.

“Am I good enough?”

He furrows his brow. “What?”

“In bed,” you murmur, “am I good enough for you?”

“Baby,” he bites his lower lip and reaches for your hand, “what’s going on?”

“Please just answer me.” You shift to face him and fold your hands in your lap. “I know the last few months have been rough, but… I don’t know, I feel like I’m not good enough.”

He purses his lips and chews on the inside of his cheek. “Okay, um…” he looks down briefly, eyebrows pinched before he returns his gaze to you. “I feel like there could be more,” he says, “I want more. I love being with you, don’t get me wrong, but we could be better together. I got it in me, but I’ve been afraid to ask you if you can take more than what I’m giving.”

Your heart lightens just a bit, but there’s still a bit of a twinge in your gut. If you’re really open with him about what you want and how you want it, it could change everything. “I want more, too,” you say, trying your best to appear confident.

“Great.” Sam smiles and folds his arms on the table. “Do you wanna tell me what it is?”

“It’s…” your voice trails off, and you dip your head, “it’s weird, what I’m into, can you promise that you won’t be mean about it?”

Sam nods slowly. “Promise.”

“I—” you swallow thickly, “I wanna call you… I wanna c-call you Daddy. When we’re in bed… y’know…”

A look of astonishment flits across Sam’s face. It’s only there for a second before his mouth stretches into a wide grin.

“What?” you feel your heart sink into your stomach. “If it’s bad you can just tell me, you don’t have to—”

“Baby.” Sam pulls one of your hands into both of his. “I don’t think it’s bad, I don’t think that at all.” He stands up and moves to stand in front of you. “Is there a reason why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why you wanna call me Daddy.”

You shrug. “Call it therapeutic?”

He nods and lowers his head to kiss your forehead. “Okay. How about we order some pizza, put a movie on?”

You tip your head back and trail your fingers over the buttons on his shirt. “Sounds good to me.”

He chuckles and kisses you, slowly and tenderly. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“You know I love you, right?”

Your cheeks burn warm. “I love you, too.”

Three hours later, you and Sam are curled up in bed, watching the end credits to Age of Ultron. It’s the latest update to the MARVEL binge the two of you have been completing, and it feels good to have settled back into a semi-normal routine.

Sam clicks the TV off and sets the remote on the nightstand before turning to you. You’re half naked already, down to just a flimsy crop top and the pair of pink panties that Sam loves.

“Come here.” He pulls you into his lap, cupping your ass in both hands. You brace your palms on his chest and tip your head forward, allowing it to rest on his shoulder while he starts to touch you. His hands roam over your skin, creeping up underneath your top to pull it over your head. You let him push you up, and then his tongue drags warm and wet over your nipples.

“You have the cutest tits,” he praises, grazing his teeth over your areolas. “So soft and sweet… my pretty baby girl…”

You shiver as the words leave his lips and rock your hips down against the bulge in his jeans. He’s getting harder by the second, and when you feel him throb you let out a girlish whimper that makes him growl with arousal.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Rub your pussy on my cock, baby, get yourself all nice and wet for me.”

You lean back, hands splayed out on his stomach as you grind your pelvis down. Sam watches, groping your breasts with an expression of complete, animalistic awe. You keep going even when he’s so hard it has to hurt when you move.

“D-Daddy…”

Sam grunts when he hears the soft whisper leave your lips. “Yeah, baby girl?”

“Can I please cum like this?” You meet his gaze, your pace slowing.

Sam instantly understands the question; you want to have to ask permission to cum. “Yes,” he replies, the ‘s’ sound clipped as you give another swivel of your hips. “You can cum for me, baby, show me.”

He spreads his legs slightly, bare heels digging into the mattress as he holds your waist. Your thighs quiver, and you look down at him through half-closed eyes.

“Wanna cum,” you whine, “wanna cum so bad, Daddy…”

“C’mon…” Sam smooths his hands over your thighs. “You can cum for me, baby girl, it’s okay.”

Your orgasm is stronger than any you’ve had in weeks. Your pussy clenches tight around nothing as you rub your clit against the denim of his jeans. It builds hot and wet in your belly until it explodes in a shower of heat and indescribable pleasure.

“That’s it,” Sam watches you fall apart, head tipped forward as you desperately hump his bulge. He whispers to you until you’re shaking, spent, and slump forward onto his chest. He takes advantage of your temporary inability to move and rolls, coming to rest on top of you in the center of the bed.

“That was beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss against your parted lips. “You ruined your cute little panties.”

You don’t stop him as he kisses down your body, not stopping until his head is level with your hips. He traces a finger over the soaked fabric, chuckling to himself as he pulls it aside to expose your bare pussy. “Oh, baby girl, you’re so wet…”

He kisses your smooth mound before lapping through your folds, performing your favorite swirl of his tongue over your clit. You whimper loudly and roll your hips, still sensitive from your orgasm not a minute before, but Sam doesn’t let you go. He holds your thighs open, fingers digging into your smooth skin as his tongue and lips torture wet, tender flesh.

You cry out when he slides a finger inside you and holds it there, knuckle deep. Both of your hands move to hold his hair, and he groans when your nails scrape over his scalp. His eyes are closed, brow furrowed as he focuses every ounce of his being on pleasuring you.

“Yes…” you choke on your speech as Sam runs his tongue against your clit, over and over and over again. Your legs are still shaking, and you throw your head back against the covers in frustration as Sam sends waves of pleasure coursing through you without actually making you cum. “Daddy… oh, please, lemme cum…”

Sam kisses your clit before looking up at you. His lips are shiny with slick. “You wanna cum?”

“Yes,” you nod frantically, “I need to cum really bad.”

He nuzzles the inside of your thigh. “You can cum, honey, I’m not stopping you.”

It only takes a few more licks of your clit and a crook of his finger to send you into another orgasm. This one isn’t as intense, almost right off the back of your first one, but your eyes still roll back in your head as it burns through you before sputtering out. Satisfied that you’ve cum for the second time, Sam wipes his finger on the covers and leans back to pull his shirt over his head. His belt opens next, and he unzips his jeans, pushing them down far enough so he can free his cock. The cold metal buckle taps against your thigh, and you wince playfully as he leans over you.

“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, letting his cock rub against your wet folds. “Want Daddy to stretch your tight little pussy out?”

“Yes.” You grip his shoulders, biting your lower lip. “I want your big cock in my pussy.”

“What do you say?” he asks, teasing your entrance with the swollen crown of his dick. “Magic words, baby girl.”

You swallow, trembling at the dominance Sam’s asserting over you. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

He rolls his hips sharply, his thick cock sliding into your pussy with ease. You’re used to taking him by now, but you still wince as he bottoms out. His balls press against your ass, and you revel in the sensation of him almost impossibly deep.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice a soft husk against your ear. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you stutter, “p-please…”

Sam holds himself over you as he pulls back, waiting until just the tip of him is sunk into your cunt before pushing forward again. You close your eyes, biting down on a knuckle while he settles into a steady, passionate rhythm.

“Lemme hear you,” he says, “lemme hear how good it feels, baby.”

He curls over you, caging your body in with his. The sudden heat and weight of him coaxes a high-pitched gasp and several “ah, ah, ah” moans from your throat. He focuses on that, keeping quiet save for the odd grunt or moan as he continues to fuck you.

You don’t work right for the orgasm this time, just settle back into your role and let Sam provide the control you’re desperate for. He keeps it steady, fucking with long drags and rolls that make your head spin. You forget how long it takes, maybe five, six minutes, before he’s pausing, leaning back to watch his cock slide in and out of your wet, sticky pussy.

“Gimmie your leg,” he instructs breathlessly. Once you’ve lifted one leg up, he maneuvers you onto your side and rests your ankle on his shoulder. The angle changes, and Sam growls loudly when your cries and gasps grow louder. “That’s it,” he encourages, “rub your little clit for me, baby girl, make yourself cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

He quickens his pace, the loud slap of his hips against your ass filling the room. You slip a hand down between your legs and rub your middle and index fingers over your clit. Sam grunts loudly as your pussy squeezes his cock tight.

“It feels so good,” you whisper, “Daddy, your big cock feels so good inside me…”

Sam leans over, keeping your leg on his shoulder as he kisses you. “I can tell, baby, you’re getting all messy.”

You moan against his mouth as his thrusts grow even more vigorous. He’s desperate now, bucking his hips urgently into the cradle of your body. When he gets like this you know he’s not gonna last much longer.

“Cum with me, Daddy,” you sigh, “fill my pussy up.”

Sam grits his teeth, moving your leg to his other shoulder so that you’re spread up and open for him. “Oh, baby girl,” he grunts, “I’m gonna cum so hard…”

You arch your back, moaning freely against his mouth. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy, please—” your words choke off as he replaces your hand with his, rubbing hard and fast with his thumb. His hips are beginning to stutter, and you let out a loud cry of pleasure as your third orgasm rips through you. Your vision goes foggy, and you barely discern Sam climbing to his peak with several sharp, borderline-painful thrusts that only make you gush over his dick.

“Cum inside me,” you sob, “c’mon, Daddy, cum…”

Sam shoves forward with a loud yell, muffling the sound with a wet, sloppy kiss. He’s cumming so hard you can feel it, every individual throb of his cock as he spurts warm and thick. It’s over fast, but he shudders through the aftershocks as he pulls out, already starting to go soft. His cum flows out in a thick white line down a cheek of your ass, and he hastily grabs his shirt, tucking it underneath your hips before it can stain the sheets.

“That was…” he slumps over beside you, pulling you close. “You okay?”

“I’m good.” You sniff and bury your face in his chest. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Sam feels his blood burn hot as the word settles in his mind. “You’re welcome, baby girl.”

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quijotine · 4 years ago

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in which adrien is a science teacher and has to pay his karma by babysitting a teenager that has his exact same humor when he was 15.

Chapter 2 of Chat Noir Is My Science Teacher is up, friends :D

Ch. 2. Mr. Deep

In which Matt is baby and Adrien begins to pay his karma for being a lil shit when he was younger, with interest.

When Matthieu braced himself for the day, the last thing he expected to happen was learning that Mr. Dupain-Cheng, his science teacher, was none other than his idol, Chat Noir.

Yes, Mr. Dupain-Cheng, the dorky teacher who laughed at his own bad science puns and had a themed t-shirt for every day of the week. Mr. Dupain-Cheng, the man who thought grading with “You Tried” stars and cat stickers was funny. Mr. Dupain-Cheng, who was so gullible he didn’t notice when students wanted to distract him from giving a lesson by asking him about his wife because they knew he could rant about her for hours. Mr. Dupain-Cheng, the only teacher that replied with an ‘ok :)’, a meme, and the signature, ‘Sent from my cat-phone,’ when replying to a well-thought email. That Mr. Dupain-Cheng.

How could this be possible? He was so... so uncool .

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When Matthieu braced himself for the day, the last thing he expected to happen was learning that Mr. Dupain-Cheng, his science teacher, was none other than his idol, Chat Noir.

How could this be possible? He was so... so uncool .

When Matt thought about who Chat Noir might be under his mask he always pictured someone bold and dashing, maybe one of those cool guys that worked in those crazy science startups. Someone brave, fearless... not a father of two who, Matt was pretty sure, screeched one time a flying cockroach somehow crawled from one of the sinks in the lab. He pictured someone like Barbara Keynes or Peter Parker.

They were witty and mysterious. Mr. Dupain-Cheng was too nice to be a superhero.

“Matt!” Timo tackled him into a hug as Matthieu and Mr. Dupain-Cheng joined the rest of the class. Ladybug had finished handing out autographs to his classmates and had already left. “Are you okay? Did you see the Akuma? It was so sick!”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Matthieu muttered, as Mr. Dupain-Cheng pointedly put as much distance between himself and Matt. He called the class’ attention to continue their museum visit.

“You’re in danger, kid.” His teacher’s words still resounded in Matthieu’s head. “For your own safety, lay low until I decide what to do with this, okay?”

He didn’t give Matt a chance to ask any questions, to say anything. He basically wanted him to ignore this, to act as if he had just found him practicing some obscure hobby outside school.

As they walked, Matt trained his eyes on the back of his teacher’s head, the blond, messy mop of hair towering over the group of teens.

“Hey, Timo?”

“Yeah?”

“Mr. Deep is, like, a nerd, right?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” Timo said, his attention more invested in his portable video game console than in the conversation. “He knows, like, all the animes.”

“That’s not cool,” said Matt.

“Of course it is,” Timo said, finally peeling his eyes off the screen. “We like that stuff.”

Timo had a point, Matthieu had to admit.

“And remember the time he helped me solder that motherboard we used for the robot competition? That was pretty cool.”

“I... suppose.”

Timo shrugged, blissfully unaware of Matt’s current crisis. “I keep telling you, man,” he said, returning to his videogame. “Mr. Deep is the coolest teacher at school.”

After the field trip, Matt went home stuck in a contemplative trance, wanting to decide what the revelation was that truly bothered him: the fact that Chat Noir’s civilian persona was absolutely nothing like what he had pictured, or that Timo was right and the reason why he disliked Mr. Dupain-Cheng was actually because he looked up to him, and that he embodied the complete opposite of everything Matt was taught to be.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, to be honest. As any self-respecting fan, Matthieu knew Chat Noir’s career by heart. He had seen those old clips of him as a teenager, cracking witty jokes and one-liners in the middle of battle. It kind of made sense that he’d grow up to be the kind of man that was unapologetically chaotic. Besides, those memes and punny cat stickers he liked to grade with? Suddenly it seemed all so obvious. It was almost as if Mr. Dupain-Cheng was flaunting the truth in front of everyone, knowing no one would peg him as the kind of man who was a superhero. It was all in the same way no one seemed to understand how on earth such a whacky dude would end up with one of the most successful designers in Paris.

Matt suddenly shot up from the comfort of his bed as he contemplated his thoughts.

Ladybug. Weren’t Ladybug and Chat Noir a couple?

Oh my god, is Mr. Dupain-Cheng cheating on his wife with Ladybug? Or backwards? Wait... Isn’t that famous designer his wife? What’s her name, MDC? No, that’s the brand. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Wait.

Does his wife even know? Oh, no... Poor woman! Wait... what if...

Matt gasped. “She’s Ladybug. She has to be.”

He paced around his room, his thoughts going a thousand miles an hour. “I can never let Hawkmoth akumatize me ever again,” he screeched, grabbing handfuls of his hair. “Oh my god!” he shrieked. “Okay, Matt, breathe. Breathe. Just... Think. Okay. This can be good, right? This can be good.”

He kept pacing around.

“Okay, Matt. Okay. You just figured out that Mr. Deep is Chat Noir and his wife is Ladybug... Cool, it’s all cool,” he said to himself in a pitch heightened by the sheer panic that coursed through him. “It’s okay, it’s—.”

He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks as inspiration struck. He gasped excitedly and immediately got on his knees to reach under his bed.

“Of course!” he exclaimed, pulling out a small corkboard he kept hidden under the bed. The board was an indulgent little project if he did say so himself. It wasn’t related to any of his school activities, which is why he had to keep it hidden. Goodness knows what his parents would do if they found out he had been wasting time investigating who Hawkmoth might be.

This wasn’t bad, this was great!

I can help him! Matt thought excitedly. I can help him and Ladybug track Hawkmoth down!

He took a few shots of it with his phone to then ferociously kick it out of view, back under the bed again, when his mother entered his room.

“What are you doing on the floor, Matthieu?” Mrs. Magan, a middle-aged woman with stern eyes, said to him.

“I... lost a coin.”

Mrs. Magan frowned, not making much of the excuse. “Dinner is ready.”

Matthieu let out a silent sigh of relief as his mother turned around, then quickly followed after her, knowing better than to have her remind him a second time.

I can help him, he thought again excitedly. I can be his sidekick!

—-

Matthieu was not one to be late for school, but the day after discovering Mr. Deep’s identity he decided to be extra early, just to make sure he’d be able to talk to him in private. There was always the risk that he’d be late of course, but now that Matthieu knew the reason, he could hardly hold it against him.

Matt was lucky enough to spot him in the Chemistry lab when he arrived. He peeked through the small window on the door. it seemed he was grading papers.

He grinned and immediately went in, hardly being able to contain his excitement.

“Good morning, Mr. Dupain-Cheng!” he exclaimed enthusiastically, causing Adrien to jolt and knock some of the paper sheets to the ground. Matt rushed to pick them up before Adrien had the chance to do so. “So listen, I have thoughts ,” he said as he put the papers back on the desk and fumbled with his backpack to produce his phone. “I was up all night updating my Hawkmoth board, and I was thinking—I was thinking that maybe, you know this philanthropist, Lila Rossi—”

Adrien could only stare dumbfounded at how fast Matt rambled before he even caught the drift of what he was saying. Once he registered it though, he jolted once again.

“Shh!” Adrien hushed at the teen, frantically looking around himself to see if anyone was in the vicinity—even though the door was closed.

“Matthieu, what are you talking about?” he hissed.

“I wanna help you track Hawkmoth!” Matthieu piped with a bright smile, reaching into his backpack again to produce his phone. “Last night, I was thinking, ‘Hey, maybe this happened for a reason.’ I’m pretty good at this whole deduction thing, you know? I’m at the top of the class in almost all subjects and I have like, all the badges possible on the Ladyblog. Also, look, I have this board that I made about all the possible suspects because if you look at the akumatizations there’s a real pattern, and I’m thinking that whoever Hawkmoth might be, has some stuff to work through, because oh my god. Oh, like, this person he—”

“Matthieu, keep your voice down!” Adrien interrupted him. “No! I can’t let you do that. What happened yesterday was an accident, kid. Okay? It’s best if you just... If you just try to pretend like you don’t know anything while Ladybug and I decide what to do. This isn’t a game, Matt. You are in danger. If Hawkmoth ever lays hands on you, there’s no telling what might happen. Stay. Away. From. This.”

Undeterred by the ominous delivery of Mr. Dupain-Cheng’s warning, Matthieu beamed at him. “Don’t worry, Mr. Deep! I’m good at keeping secrets! I—”

“No. It is out of the question, Matthieu. This is dangerous and I—wait, what did you just call me?” Adrien said, suddenly catching the nickname.

Matthieu grew red in the face and smiled sheepishly at his teacher. “Mr. Deep... You know, ‘cause you’re always, like, going off these crazy deep tangents about the physics of akumas and stuff and—Oh my god, that makes so much sense now! Do you study them in your free time? Oh, wow! Do you and Miss Ladybug have a secret layer? Like Majestia and Knight Owl? Wait, actually, don’t answer that. Sensitive information, am I right? Oh! Also, I think Mr. Deep really fits you because you always give us this weirdly specific and deep life advice? And I don’t know how you do it but it’s always on point? Also, your name starts with a D...”

Adrien looked at the boy, shocked, and frankly a little scared that a kid could talk so much, so fast. There’s only one other person he had ever known whose mouth ran like a broken faucet if she was given the chance.

Wait , Adrien thought. Did... did he just pun with my name?

A part of him was flattered, another was surprised, a third one was slightly insulted.

The kid punned with my name. I’m his teacher !

“Matt!” he exclaimed, interrupting Matthieu’s spoken stream of consciousness. “No. This is final. Stay away from this. I don’t want to have to repeat myself. It is final.”

Again, unfazed by Adrien’s effort to act seriously, Matthieu beamed at him. “Don’t worry, Mr. Deep. I’ll prove you can trust me! I would not trust me, too, if I were you. But I’ll prove it! You’ll see.”

The bell rang, and with it came a thankful end to the conversation. At least on Adrien’s side.

“And don’t call me Mr. Deep.”

“Okay, Mr. Deep!” Matthieu said, beaming at him as he made his way out of the classroom. “Oops! I mean, Mr. DC.”

Adrien sighed, glaring at the boy and feeling some sort of karmic entity laughing at him. He knew exactly what Matt’s energetic yet jesterly energy reminded him of: a sixteen-year-old version of himself whose favorite pastime was seeing how much foolery he could get away with before Ladybug decided to murder him in cold blood.

“It’s your karma,” Plagg muttered quietly before his students began pouring into the classroom. “Kid’s your spitting image. Though I gotta say, he blabbers as much as Spots.”

“Oh, shush it!”

“You know you have to tell her soon, right?” Plagg muttered from inside Adrien’s overshirt. “The more you delay, the deeper your grave.”

“I said shush.”

The little god snickered. “Someone’s in trouble.”

Plagg was right, though. Adrien had to tell Marinette about this. It was already bad that he didn’t tell her the moment it happened. She hated it when he did that. But in his defense, he knew she had a tough day at the label and he didn’t want to freak her out. He hoped that excuse would be enough. Plagg had laughed at him when he asked for his opinion about it.

Yeah, he was in trouble.

There was no way but through, he knew this. That didn’t mean his legs could tell the difference between an honest conversation with his life partner and the visceral fear for his survival that was elicited at the image of said conversation. He felt them buckle as he casually leaned against the kitchen island, trying his best to act natural.

The kids had been put to bed and there was thankfully no Akuma in sight. At least not yet.

Marinette sighed with relief as she swiftly undid her hair and reached into the fridge for a bottle of wine. If Adrien hadn’t been so terrified by what he was about to do, he’d allow himself to swoon at her.

Witnessing Marinette shed the tiredness of the day as she swapped into comfortable clothes—usually loose shirts and yoga pants— and poured her drink of choice was one of his favorite things to watch. It didn’t matter that they had been living together for a little over seven years now, he’d never get tired of watching her exist.

“You want some?” Marinette said as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the shelf where they kept the wine glassware.

“Yeah, sure,” Adrien said, then continued speaking after thanking his wife for the wine. “You’ll never guess what happened today.”

“What?” she said, clinking her glass against his before taking the first sip.

“A kid punned with my name.”

Marinette chuckled. “Really? What did he call you?”

“Mr. Deep.”

Marinette snorted as she took another sip from the glass.

“He said it’s because I like to go on deep tangents and because my name starts with a D. Kid can’t pun to save his life.”

Marinette smirked at him. “You’re one to talk.”

He dropped his jaw. “I can’t believe you just asked me for a divorce, m’lady.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and smiled, walking past him on the way to the couch. She placed her wine glass on a small side table and pulled out a sketchbook from one of its drawers. She busied herself reviewing her work while Adrien gathered the courage to nudge the conversation in the direction it needed to go.

“M’lady?” he said from behind her.

“What did you do,” Marinette replied immediately, as she flipped through the pages of the sketchbook.

”I— why do you always assume I did something?”

Marinette turned around and mocked him, then gave him a knowing smirk. “It’s in your tone, Chaton. You can’t lie.”

“I am an excellent liar, I’ll have you know.” He stopped himself from bragging further, seeing as Marinette frowned.

“What is it, Adrien? What happened?”

Adrien’s palms were sweating with anxiety. He gulped. “First of all, I love you and you know that, right?”

“Adrien,” Marinette said, her voice hitching up her tone.

“It’s nothing bad . I mean, it’s a ‘could be worse’ sort of situation.”

“ Adrien !”

“Hypothetically speaking, imagine... what if, er... one of the wielders accidentally revealed himself to someone who, uh, someone who absolutely shouldn’t know? Hypothetically speaking.”

“Adrien, what did you DO ?” Marinette screeched.

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