#didnt want to shell out so much to see it when the long room is also under construction

[ihni]

The hospital room is surprisingly cozy, for a hospital room. The walls aren't white, but a light green. There's a small plant in a pot on the windowsill, and a pile of newspapers on the table by the wall. One of them is open on the crossword page. It's only half done, a pencil lying on the page, forgotten, as if whoever tried to solve it gave up halfway through.

There's a chequered blanket on the bed, and an unmoving man lying under it. He's been there for a long time. The nurses don't mention the blanket, or the newspapers, or the plant. They know not to fight a dying man's family on the little things that might bring them comfort.

And the man in the bed is dying.

Neil Hargrove is dying.

He hasn't managed to eat at all for three days. Hasn't woken up for the last twenty-four hours. They've got him on a drip, but no one expects him to last much longer when he can't even drink. His mouth doesn't close anymore, and his jaw hangs open as if dislocated. His breath smells sour. Something rattles in his chest when he breathes, and his breaths are increasigly labored.

Billy sits in a chair by the bed, head in his hands, watching his father as he slowly withers away. Neil's hands are lying on top of the blanket, the skin of his hands like paper that has been out in the rain and then left to dry. The hands that have caused Billy so much pain now look like the fingers would snap if someone applied just the slightest bit of pressure. They look out of place, on the red and brown woollen fabric of the blanket. Soft, almost. Old. Alone.

Billy is sitting close. He could reach out, hold his father's hand as he dies.

He doesn't.

A knock on the doorframe and a rustle of someone moving behind him. Billy doesn't turn around.

"Hey," Steve says. "Have you been here all night?"

Billy doesn't answer. It's obvious that he has. He's still wearing the same clothes as he has been wearing forthe last two days, and he doesn't want to think of what his hair must look like by now. Besides, Steve would know if he'd left - they share a motel room while they're in town, after all.

A sigh, then, "Any change?"

He doesn't ask if Neil is doing better. Everyone knows how this is going to end, and it's not with Neil Hargrove's miraculous recovery.

"No," Billy says.

A coffee cup appears by his side, and he takes it, grateful. A hand lingers there, hovering as if the owner wants to touch but doesn't know if it would be welcome. Billy takes it (like he didnt take Neil's) and presses a kiss to the knuckles before giving it a squeeze and pressing it against his cheek. Steve gets the hint, and strokes his fingers over Billy's skin. His touch is comforting and gentle, like Neil's has never been.

Billy closes his eyes and allows himself a moment to feel the crushing weight of reality. Just a moment, before he opens his eyes again. Takes a sip of the coffee, and turns his attention back to the shell of his father, wasting away in the hospital bed.

"You sure you don't want to take a break, babe?" Steve asks. He's careful about it. Not demanding. They've already fought about this, several times. "Half an hour? Just to go back to the motel for a quick shower?"

Billy hears what Steve is trying hard not to say.

Steve doesn't think that Neil Hargrove deserves Billy being here. Thinks he deserves to die alone and forgotten in this hospital bed, after all the pain and suffering he put his family through. And it's not that Billy disagrees with him. He knows his dad is a piece of shit. But this is more than about what Neil deserves.

It's about Billy. And Neil is Billy's only living blood relative, and even though he has been a bastard for most of Billy's life, even though he has caused Billy so much pain and anguish ... he is still Billy's dad.

And he is dying.

And Billy needs to be there.

"I'm sure." He swallows, trying to force the sudden tears back. Fails. Attempts a smile that feels like a grimace. "Thanks."

Steve sees through him. Hugs him from behind, and doesn't say anything as Billy cries silent tears at his dying father's bedside. Billy is grateful for the silence. He knows what Steve wants to say, knows it all too well. Feels an echo of it in hos own heart, and knows the truth of it.

Neil Hargrove is a bad man. He doesn't deserve Billy's tears.

But Billy sheds them anyway.

He's crying, even though Neil hasn't even died yet, and he's not entirely sure what it is he's mourning for. He's pretty sure it's not the man himself.

Perhaps he's mourning his own ruined childhood. Perhaps, a father he never got to have. Or maybe the relationship they could have had, had Neil Hargrove been a better person.

He about about his past self, and his mother, and the father he wanted so desperately to love him. He cries about everything that happened between them, and everything they never had. He cries about the man behind him, who is leaning his head against Billy's back, with his arms around Billy's chest, holding him gently and making him feel so safe, so loved, so cared for.

As his father slowly dies in a hospital bed an arm's length away, Billy cries about it all.

His father is close, his powerless hands within reach where they're resting on the blanket. But Billy doesn't reach out for him. Doesn't reach out for the man who may have raised him, but never loved him.

Instead he lets himself be held by the man who does.

[veintrry]

for us.

how would they spend the new year's with you?

characters included are: wanderer, xiao, and, kazuha.

an: had to rewrite this one so many times lol BUT HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYBODY!! I STILL HAVE 4 HOURS TO GO 4.2wrds

THE PUPPET

To even get to spend this day with you was something he didn't take for granted. The puppet had never celebrated such things and he knew you had many friends and many people who must've asked you to spend your time at their events or that kind of sort, and yet you denied them knowing he'd be waiting for you, as he always is.

It was already clear as day who you were going to spend the day with. He didn't even bother asking you because he was so sure of it. He didn't take you out to a huge party or do something extravagant as your friends would be doing. No, rather, he wants to enjoy this day with you in silence, just the two of you.

"Your hand." He says with his outstretched to you, and you are quick to make contact. It's become natural for you both, to the point he welcomes your affection. Still, he never initiates it first most of the time, so you had immediately taken note of your behaviour.

His hold on your hand is gentle but protective. He wants to feel all of your warmth pressed against his palm and he doesnt hide it.

"Keep your eyes closed." He tells you, as he begins walking beside you, his hand guiding you as you move. You've with hesitance and he doesn't miss it, it's kind of hard not to. "What, don't tell me you don't trust me? I won't let you walk into a tree..." He spoke before pausing as though thinking to himself, "Maybe." The wanderer shrugs, and he chuckles as he sees the way you furrow your brows at him finding amusement in your sweet reactions.

You haven't a clue where he was taking you, but he was always the kind to let you see for yourself so you didnt bother asking in the first place, you merely obliged with whatever he told you.

Kunikuzushi had always opted to have you for himself rather than being surrounded by others celebrating such things. He didn't see the reason why he should let others have the gift of having you around as if he should share you. To him, you were everything, and he doesn't hesitate to claim you as being his and thst was clear by how he seemingly glared at anyone who wished to ask you to spend such an important day with you.

Important day to humans, he means. He didn't see any value in it himself seeing how he has lived long enough to likely see multiple generations of your family. But, since you seemed to care for it, he'd indulge in it. In fact, he'd make it the best every year so you'd think of him whenever you look back.

You feel him come to a stop and sense his other hand slithering onto your shoulder as he has his face beside the side of your head.

"Open your eyes." His voice was a whisper at your ear, resounding in your mind. You could feel his warm breath against the shell of your ear, and even after he went silent you could still sense the tingles.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind the best you can, you do as instructed, And god, it was, it was just beautiful. Beyond that.

The inazuman sky was painted a dark violet, such a deep shade that it left you tantalised by it, as though it captivated both your heart and soul. Gushes of crisp cold air passed against your face as you felt strands of his hair brush against your cheek.

It was empty. There were no stars to be found in the scenery, they had seemingly vanished. And yet, you didn't complain about that. No, you found yourself admiring the serene silence of there being nothing but you two and the space above you.

The wanderer recalls an interaction you two once had when he had inquired about your living space in your teapot, how despite having so much free room most of the islands had been empty. To this, you answered him saying that there was beauty in the emptiness, and you did not feel the need to fill the place up to the brim to give it a sense of home.

That has stuck with him ever since. To him, to a puppet he somehow found that such words struck to such a point that he felt tears well up in his eyes, but he had blinked them away quickly before you could notice and had merely apologised for judging your decision. The fact you somehow managed to appreciate the emptiness, the lack of anything, he adored that. And he began to wonder if you saw him that way? But, eventually he realised, you could never do that. You saw him as a person, despite his actual form. You insisted upon viewing him as a human, for to you a human was not merely a species but a way of behaving, and he fit the criteria perfectly, more than he'd like to admit.

Scaramouche kept his gaze locked onto you, watching your every reaction. How your eyes widened, your orbs glistening like a cheery kid or someone who had discovered a piece of themselves they never knew they had. How the darkness brought it's own light to illuminate onto you, shaping your features, bringing them out clearly as though the sky itself has chosen you as it's star, shining a spotlight onto you. How your lips parted slightly in awe at the sight before you, how their softness was simply taunting.

When you peered over to him, his head rested on your shoulder, you found that his eyes were still stuck on your lips, and the corner of your mouth lifted into a smug look causing him to make eye contact with you again, no longer distracted.

"What's with that look?"

"You want to kiss me so bad." You teased, giggling at his behaviour. Kunikuzushi rolled his eyes at you. God, how he loathed you sometimes.

His response came in scowl he gave you, with a welcoming threat, "Watch your tongue." "Bet you wanna do that yourself." He let out an exhausted sigh. "You are insufferable." You knew he loved you for it though. You held onto his hand even tighter and he couldn't deny that he loved it. He wanted to just melt into your arms right now, but not yet.

"Thank you, Kuni. Really, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? We haven't even gotten started."

You gave him a puzzled look as he began moving forward to the edge of the high cliff alongside you, taking a seat and pulling you down with him.

This was it, this was what he was planning all along. He spent a lot of time on this and honestly? He was starting to feel his nerves catch up to him.

Kuni wasn't exactly an expert on what to do when trying to wow someone or make them have a good memory, so all he had to work off of were the memories you gave him, and why he recalls them so fondly. He only had one shot. Sure, he had next year, but he wanted to make your first new years together memorable.

You see his lips move, mouthing something seemingly to himself, and you wstch him intently trying to figure out what he is doing. Three,

"Kuni?" Your voice echoed in the back of his head, buried beneath his intense focus.

two,

You wanted to try and poke him and ask what he was counting down for, sure you knew it was dark out and it's likely around the time when the fireworks go off, but- Wait. There's no way he actually? "Kuni, what are you-"

one.

Soft.

So soft.

You blinked as your mind attempts to register what just occurred.

It felt like there was an explosion inside of you, like something just went off. You hear bangs and spot flashes of lights but you can only focus on how they illuminate Kunikuzushi's face. His eyes especially. Those orbs that are piercing through you, with a stare so intense, observing all your reactions, searching for the signs of your joy, as though expecting to see the moment when this is engraved into your mind.

His hand is on your jaw, his thumb rubbing the line of it, keeping you still as he kisses you passionately. To say you were surprised would be an understatement, but once you come to your senses, you welcomed it, pushing further into the kiss as you feel your heart thump out of your chest.

His hands wrapped around your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on your back. And he ensures that you arent the only one who'll remember this for eternity. No, he wishes to remember how you feel forever. Lest he forgets you'll be there to remind him.

Then, he abruptly pulls away. You chase after his lips again as though letting him slip from you will cause him to be gone forever. kissing him feverishly once more but for much shorter now as he departs from you again, truthfully missing you. Although, a cocky smirk lay bare on his lips. "Demanding more? You're needy."

To say he was amused was not hard to tell. He clearly adored you when you were like this, wanting him, needing him. To him, there wasn't a sweeter sight, because at the end of the day it revealed that in fact his feelings are reciprocated.

"Shut up." You shoot, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him back to you, allowing the puzzles of your mouths to meet again, fitting together perfectly. And it feels as though reuniting with a missing link, like an electric shock had been sent into your body, reviving you to reality and god, you wish to stay here forever.

To think he'd do all this. He must've staked out the area, remembered the exact time, hell, he would have counted down every second it took you to get here. He did all of this for you. All of it.

He had found a place for only the two of you, with the most phenomenal view, and yet you were to busy kissing him to care. As much as he liked that, he wanted you to remember this.

He pulled you away from him, speaking as he let out an airy chuckle, "You can always kiss me latee, you know? But this," He gestured towards the scenery ahead. "this isn't something you'll see often."

And as he finished, you rested your head on his shoulder, savouring the moment. Gazing at the sight he so carefully planned for you. You don't know how you even managed it but you wouldn't ask, not yet. For now, all you wanted was sto continue feeling the warm emitting from his embrace and just melt into the moment.

The cold air, the sound of your heart, his hands intertwined with yours, the fireworks blistering with blazing hues. You didn't know what was causing the life inside of you, him or these fires.

Maybe they had found way to your heart, their heat licking at the insides of your heart whenever you were near him.

Archons, you were too in love.

THE YAKSHA

Have you ever wondered where to the yaksha goes during the beginning of the new year? You knew he mostly kept to himself, this was nothing new, but you and he had attained a close relationship, you managed to breach his boarders and he allowed himself to trust again even knowing that there might be consequences.

You always knew where to find him, you needn't call his name for you to encounter him. You've become familiar with his habits of hiding in high places and his tendency to move quietly. You've also come to know his favourite spots, so when you go to Wangshuu Inn, heading directly for the rooftop highest up, you aren't surprised when you see him there, peering over Liyue as he is sat on the wooden railing.

You don't need to greet him for him to know you are here, he acknowledged your presence the moment he spotted you down at the entrance of the Inn, at the restaurant below.

"You look lonely. Not going to the festival?" By now the place would be crowded with people, from children, teens, fatuus, and foreigners. Who wouldn't want to experience the life of a new year, the chance of a new being? It seemed Xiao didn't. More so, he felt he wasn't needed for it. A yaksha, hanging around mortals. Surely the kids would crowd him, yanking on his hair. You giggled at the thought.

"I presume the same events will occur at this Lantern Rite." As you are about to say something, he turns your head to cut you off, "If you intend to ask me to join you at the festival then there is no need. I don't have an interest in participating in those activities." Looking back at the azul sky that wraps around Teyvat like a thick blanket.

"Actually, that's where you're wrong." He lets out a hum, "What is it you are here for then?" You rest your arms on the railing, smiling up at him and he feels his worries ease. "I just wanted to watch the fireworks with you, right here." There's a silence that follows, before he registers your words. "I see." He comments. "In that case a better view would be preferred." In an instant you find that you are pulled into his embrace as he now stands, and you feel an odd sensation overcome you before you blink to find yourself atop the Inn.

You quickly came to the conclusion he merely altered the both of you here, but you were still shocked and due to the slanted roof you found yourself gripping onto him.

"Do not worry. You won't fall, I'm right here." He does fond amusement in how you latch onto him but moves aside to give room for you, and helps you sit yourself down. Eventually you find a good balance and manage to ease up. "Do you do this all the time?" It was a dumb question on your part, considering how you've always seen him hanging off somewhere. "I do. I think it's more enjoyable to gaze at the scenery than simply waste time." You hum in acknowledgement.

It must be tiring for him, especially today. Despite it being a special day he still has to worry about anyone in risk.

"Why is it that you came to me?" The yaksha asked cutting the silence in twine. You pondered over the question. "Hmm, I just, wanted to see you?" You could feel the way his gaze strengthens and when you look at him he seems to be trying to understand what you mean as though there was an underlying meaning. "You are quite simple." "And you are too. Not everything has to be complex." It was partly a lie on your end. Nothing was easy with Xiao but you'd think it'd be more assuring to be told it is.

"Thank you," And his face evidently softens. "For keeping me company." You pull your legs to your chest and reach for his hand and despite his surprise at first he allows it, he lets you hold onto it as you trace patterns onto his glove. "You don't have to thank me. I'm the one who's glad to have you here." You bring his hand closer to your face, and as you keep your eyes on him you kiss the centre of his defined hand before settling it down on your knee.

Xiao merely watches you, there is slight unexpectance at your actions, but as the fireworks begin to go off he doesn't find his head turning towards the sound, rather he inches closer to you, raising both your hands back to the center, hovering in the air, as he leans in closer to you. Now that he was nearer to you you could observe thr curls of his lashes, the messiness of his hair locks and the deep hues of his eyes, and you are lost in intimate eye contact as he says nothing to you. But you feel him moving closer, and you anticipate him.

You don't care to glance at the fireworks, only perceiving the ones far off in the distance or the ones being let off by children. Your focus was on him, your noses grazing each other and then. Then you couldn't wait longer, and you leaned into him closing the distance as you desperately wanted. You hold onto his hand tighter and close your eyes as you feel him, memorising the softness of his lips.

It was a foreign feeling, but the discovery made your heart blossom. He inched closer to you, his other hand hovering over your back, hesitant at first before pushing aside his worries to savour the moment and the sensations he felt. The sensation of life within him. And he kissed deeper into you, craving it more than he ever did.

THE WANDERING SAMURAI

A samurai may wander many places with his sword, and he becomes used to having many different homes. But where is it that this wandering leaf wishes to find himself during such an important time? He was sure the winds would answer him correctly, and you only proved that to him.

Walking through multiple trees you internally curse yourself for not simply climbing one and opting to find the swordsman that way. However, you knew that: One, you weren't in the mood to be sweating, and second, you were more than certain this was intentional. Kazuha must've planned this for you knowing how you are just a tad bit more impatient than he is.

You inhale a long breath and hold it, attempting to relax yourself. Then, you exhale. You continue moving, allowing your limbs to loosen and resting your mind, not thinking so hard about what path you should take. You allowed your body to lead you, and to your surprise you found it was more enjoyable that way, to have yourself explore somewhere without strong analysis.

It wasn't long before you found yourself at a staircase, descending towards the beach, and deciding to follow the strong winds thst pushed you forward, you tread on. Taking a step onto the sand you hear it shuffle beneath you, but that wasn't where you attention laid, you could sense him somewhere, you were certain of it. And you began to wander about, feeling the strings of your soul lead you, before you begin to hear a melody play, one you know all too well.

You hum to yourself as you follow it, your steps quickening at your excitement. You spot a large cliff one with a whole at the center below, supplying shelter for whoever may need it, and there you spot the flames of a fire dancing. He's here.

You don't run, rather wanting to enjoy listening to his tune for longer, so you take your time strolling about to where you knew he sat. And when you arrived, you didn't greet him, nor did he turn to look at you, you merely took a seat as he continue to play.

There was a comfort that overcomes you at the sound of his playing, the unique and melting notes that ease your shoulders and cause you to feel just a tad bit sleepy.

But as many things do, it also comes to an end.

He finally faces you, a soft smile resting on his face. "I had a guess you'd be around here." You chuckle, "A guess you say? I think it was more than that." Kazuha didn't answer you, but you were certain he was more than well-aware you had been but a few miles away attempting to navigate your way. Hell, knowing him he probably staked out here knowing you'd be searching for him this day.

"I should've known you would've been at a place like this."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"You know why. You're the kind to go wandering alone, embracing what views you may be offered. You follow the wind, as you would say."

He gave you an airy chuckle as you quote him. "That is true. I find it is best when I listen to my heart. It leaves me feeling... rather light." "Like a feather?" "Like a leaf. A spring leaf."

"Pfft. Don't you think it's far too early to call it Spring? We still are in Winter after all. Winter leaves fit you best."

"Do they now? But, it is true it is only Winter. I mustn't rush the seasons so quickly."

You scooted closer to him feeling the warmth aroma stronger now as you sat closer to the fire. You spoke, "God, you and your deep talking." You rolled your eyes at him and his words. "What, do you not think it is but the perfect time for such words? The year is coming to an end, and all of us are reuniting."

"You do this every day, Kazuha" You point out as you giggle, but he only returns the smile you have. "I'll allow your sappiness, just this once." "Hm, even if it isn't about the beginning of our ends?" You give him a quizzical look, raising a brow. "What else do you have to spit fancy words about?"

The sand shuffles beneath him as he reaches for your hand, you feel the bandages press against your knuckles softly. "Maybe it's directed towards you." You paused for a moment, and then swallowed your shock before mumbling for him to go on.

"There are many reasons I could speak of as to why this day is special for all, but wouldn't I rather endear you with what I find most intriguing?"

You don't respond, but your attention is evidently on him. He nearly chuckles at how well he managed to capture your attention, albeit this being no new sight.

"You truly are divine. I long found that you seem to trail along with you a sense of familiarity. I find that despite having known you for the time I have it feels more as though I have spent many lifetimes with you. I suppose such a case wouldn't be farfetched, after all, fate continues to bring us together, does it not?"

Ever since you first met the wanderer you've been opened up to a different world. You found yourself connecting with your inner self and the world around you differently, in a more out of this world experience almost, as though you are merely wandering from dream to dream, going about a hazy sleepwalk. Though, if that was the case you wished to never awake from this sight.

This silencing beauty, that is almost mind numbing. His crimson eyes that constantly seem rested, as though he had just awoken from a slumber. They engulf you with their warmth, pull you into the spring filled with life as you find he brings meaning to everything even if it lacks reason. It's admirable.

You don't even notice the way your body sways towards him the more he talks, like his voice soothes you till you don't feel the need to even think. You take quite a while to answer with your mind churning at the small details you notice of him. "Yeah. Yeah, it does." He giggles at your simple reply and how despite you answering it seems you aren't even fully with him, too busy admiring the sound of his laughter.

"You mustn't get too caught up in your thoughts." He pulls you closer to him, "Though we might wander to a place high up were all seems even further heavenly, reality finds its own way to attain its own beauty." Kazuha whispers to you, as he leans to your neck, the kisses he plants making your heart race. They felt so gentle yet it was choking you.

"You're far too talkative for your own good."

"You don't seem to mind, though." You don't.

Not so far away you begin to hear fireworks. They were quite far away from you considering you were on the complete opposite side of where the festival was taking place. Yet, you saw as soon fireworks began to specifically begin being targeted in your ray of sight. Searching for where they were coming from you realise it was from where Yoimiya worked, and you turned to peer down at Kazuha who was admiring the fireworks, but you knew he noticed your behaviour.

"I wishes to grant you with a sight that I'd hope would live in your mind for the coming lives."

He lifted his head off you, turning to you and smiling. You couldn't deny how attractive you found him. What wasn't there to like about him.

To think he'd ask such a favour of her. You could imagine her giddiness.

His face was close to yours, but the distance was comfortable nonetheless. Anything was with him.

"Let us continue to live through our souls and shall we bonded just as two different leafs with the same patterns would."

"Let us." You agreed.

You feel the skin of his other hands palm rest on your cheek guiding you to him as he allows your lips to meet and what you feel is indescribable. You rest your hand on top of his, and flutter your eyes shut.

Truly, have you ever been kissed by the angels and felt them guide you gently with their winds as they deepen their touch. As they caress your cheek? It is truly, an experience beyond words, not even he could explain the life he feels rebloom within him.

[sleepyheadd0]

pat pat pat!! they are so silly!!! picasso!!!!!!!!

...more stuff about picasso please?? im not really sure what to ask exactly,, but i genuinely want to learn more they're so silly!!!!!! /gen!!

oh my god im so sorry about this taking so long

the tmnt au comp gave me motivation to post about picasso lmfao

SO. picasso backstory.

the very beginning starts after the episode "Sparring Partner", S1 E18B, where we are introduced to Franken-Foot; the reformed paper ninja in raphael's care. after meeting the reformed paper ninja, mikey has an idea. at this point, hes still very babied and coddled; although now he is feeling bolder, with both "Hot Soup: the Game" and "Nothing but Truffle" already having occurred.

seeing raphael being able to reform one if their "enemies", mikey decided to replicate it, for the sake of showing raphael up and proving he can be responsible. so, after yet another battle with the foot clan, mikey slipped away to pluck an injured paper ninja out of the heap of paper after the dust settled.

the paper ninja was in bad shape, to say the least; especially after mikey had to drag it back into his room with his brothers none the wiser. after all, paper isnt exactly the strongest material on its own. but mikey knew exactly what to do, he knew how to make paper stronger. he was the artist, after all! he worked with paper a lot, unlike raphael. and his plan? paper mache.

he slowly but surely fixed the paper ninja up, it took a few days with all of the drying, hiding the living behind from his brothers, all that jazz. but if course, he didnt want to make just another paper ninja, thats boring. he needed to add his own razzmatazz to it! so, using his skills, he created his own turtle pal; complete with a painted cardboard shell.

now, this paper mache turtle wasnt exactly the strongest thing. with all of that weight, it needed something to keep it together! so mikey wrapped ribbons around its limbs, adding an extra layer of protection.

but of course, someone was going to find this out eventually. one day, while mikey was out spray painting the sewers, leo snuck into his room to grab one of his comics he let mikey borrow. only to find a strange colored turtle reading it.

mikey made leo swear to keep it a secret, but after just a week or so, leo spilled the beans to april, who brought it up with donnie assuming he knew. and finally after a month or so, raphael finally learned of the paper mache turtle when it was just walking around. mikey got in deep trouble that day.

once the family finally all knew of the paper mache turtle, it began to join them in their family time at home. its vocabulary expanded, and became almost like a toddler. donnie had some theories, but none were fully solid.

eventually, the paper mache turtle began to notice it was different from the others. no flesh or skin or scales, it was all paper mache. it felt alienated from its family. although, this didnt stop the paper mache turtle from trying to cheer itself up. so when mikey went into his room one day, he saw the paper mache turtle superglueing paper loops on the back of its head to replicate the brothers bandannas / masks.

OKAY THATS ALL I HAVE ABOUT PICASSOS BACKSTORY

but more on other things, picasso uses any/all pronouns, because as paper, they couldnt care less what you refer to them as. mikey is essentially picassos older brother/father figure, taking his toddler creation out into the sewers to teach it things.

while picasso doesnt know much about the world, he isnt a complete idiot. he may be comedically bad at using things when hes first introduced to them, but he eventually learns, like a toddler.

picassos "weapon" of choice is a fork. it was originally a dumb idea my irl friend cane up with, i actually like this idea.

so. mikey spends a lot of time in the kitchen, and picasso follows him because hes her caretaker. she watches him cooking a lot, and she also helps by passing mikey some ingredients or tools for him to use. when she saw that mikey also used a fork a lot to eat, test the readiness if potatoes, whisk together eggs, etc., she decided shed use a fork for everything, just like her caretaker and best friend mikey.

this au is also completely platonic, and picasso is aroace.

thanks for letting me ramble! im thinking of calling this au "paper mache ninja turtle ", or pmnt!

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 24: Oh Look! More Popular Character Cameos! It’s Like a Crossover FanFic in here!

Back at the HQ, some of the team was in the living room, watching Molli go through VR challenges, telling her its kinda like training. They placed a zombie game on there and told her not to kill anything, just dodge. It was mostly the guys with Asta and Lekir since Sigryn, Skyggja and Vasha went to keep up the research on any clues to fight Wally’s infection. M had slipped off to work on the C5 Doorway and to get some alone time from his ex turned adopted stray.

Wally, himself, went to his bedroom, for when he’s not in Carmen’s, and stood by his old fashioned bedside washbasin. He spit up a little bit of blood after coughing hard. A couple tiny clinks hit the basin, a few crystals had come loose. He leaned on the edges and hung his head, it was advancing more than he expected. He rolled a shoulder and could feel a tingly grinding now as the crystals were trying to form to his joints. He kept stretching and moving to keep the joints from freezing up as much as he could.

He looked in the mirror, shifting his normal blue eyes to his segmented blue sclera to white fade iris and back again. He didnt want to shift to anything else, it didn’t make him feel like him. But he didn’t know what else to do. He knew of one antidote but it came with an impossibly high cost. He could not bring himself to pay the price, not after so long. He took off this sweater, a few strands of yarn caught and snagged again on the crystals slicing through his body. It itched and ached like mad. He took the clasps Carmen used and started to pull them out himself. He felt like a burden when he asks her for help. He did enjoy how gentle she was, she made it not nearly as painful as when he did it himself.

Soon crystals littered the bottom of the basin, water tinted red. He wasn’t even halfway done and he was exhausted. The crystals even looked bigger this time which worried him. He sat on the bed, holding his head as his elbows rested on his knees. If he doesn’t get cured, he will die and leave his family and new friends. If he pays for the antidote, he still removes his family from his life, but he would be alive. He shook his head, he would rather die than hurt any of them. He needed to prepare for the worst, and cherish everything before that.

Carmen stepped back into the HQ from her trip to Canterlot, a new hat upon her head and some books in her pack. She immediately went to the research room with the other girls and handed the books over. “I spoke with a friend, he said these may help. Its not exact but we may figure something out within the pages. I’ll join in just a moment, I just need to do something real quick.” She picked up another book from her shelves, looking at it briefly before going into the kitchen with the book.

She popped her head into the fridge for an egg and grabbed a large pint glass from the cabinet. She filled the glass with water and started to rub the egg all over every bit of her body she could reach. Kiros had wandered in for a snack and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’re going to hatch it that way.” Carmen smirked, “No, I’m not hatching. I’m trying something. Its to see if I’ve had a hex placed on me or something. Its a little witchcraft spell, but after today, I’m trying anything.” She finished rubbing the egg over multiple times by now, she wanted to be thorough, and finally cracked it, dropping the contents of the shell into the water, crouching to be at eye level with it. She squinted and wrinkled her nose before consulting the book on any telltale signs like the white spiderwebbing in the water. She carefully twisted the glass, not wanting to disturb the egg, and hmmed. She shut the book and dumped some pepper flakes into it and paused as she picked it up. Looking towards the sink, she smirked. “Technically I should flush this buuut.. if I’m sending whatever back, why not send it back painfully?” She turns on the garbage disposal and dumped the peppered eggy water down the drain, listening to it scramble and mix as it grinds.

“And why do you think someone put a hex on you?” Kiros asked, Carmen washed the cup with salt and water before putting back on the shelf. “I met with a friend while I was out getting some books and they said he saw darkness in my aura, that I changed.. I know there is trauma I’m healing from but darkness? I’m not sure. I still feel like me.” Her face grew uncertain and her shoulders fell a little, not wanting to admit it did have her a bit concerned. Kiros growled a low chuckle, lifting her chin with a finger, “I don’t know of any other ‘bad guy’ who has everyone saying that you have a heart of gold. And you of all people should know Gold doesn’t tarnish. Sure it may chip or break, but don’t jewelers mend it and recast it? But it still never tarnishes. If you are ever hurt enough to go evil or something, we will be right by your side, mending and recasting to bring you back to your golden glory. And whoever hurt you will have to answer to all of us because there will be no escape. You don’t have to be the monster, you have us to do that for you if need be.” Carmen smiles, nuzzling into his hand, “Why are you all so good to me? I don’t think I did much at all.” Kiros simply responded by flicking the very tip of her horn very lightly, making her eye twitch as she yelped, holding her head painfully. “You are Carmen fucking Pondiego. You rescued me from hell, gave me a home, family and a purpose. And I know you did the same for everyone else here one way or another or else they never would have stayed. So don’t you tell me that you did nothing. Besides, if you were evil, you would not have done all this for any of us. But you did. And I think that says something. Believe it or not, we love you more than anything for helping us and always being there.” Carmen smiles, poking his side, “I knew you were really a big softie.”

Just then a pulsing grinding noise was heard in the mech lab. She groaned and rushed over as M yelled out of the room “Oy Red!!” She was already jogging up, “I got it, M. I asked him to come.” The blue police box door opened and a slate blue unicorn with silver hair and wild eyebrows jutted his head out, “Alright, where is she? She called me and now where is she?”

“Cool your jets, old man, I’m right here.” Carmen made her way to the TARDIS and put her hands on her hips. The 12th Doctor narrowed his eyes at her, “You did something different.” Carmen smirked, “No shit, its called shit hitting the fan. Its what it is. Can you look at our time travel equipment? We’re really close with finishing it but I was told that if we do a test run as is, it will make us a beacon to any who wants this technology for the wrong reasons.” He raised an eyebrow, “And a thief wants it for the right reasons?” Carmen points at him, “Hey, I’m not using it to topple governments or to make my own empire! These other groups do! Heaven forbid I want to take a vacation somewhere other than here!” She crossed her arms, as he huffs and shuts the door, reopening it and exiting, “You are troublesome, you know that! Where is the blasted thing.. don’t tell me that hunk of junk is it.” M scowled, putting his hand on his chest dramatically, “I’m sorry?! I don’t fucking have the skills to make a fucking pine box like yours! I just know how to put wires together to make something blink! Its a wonder it works at all Thank you! I worked hard on this! Ya British Wanker!”

The Doctor stops and turns on his heel, “I am Scottish!” M waves him off, “Same thing before Brexit! Yer still a bloody wanker!” The Doctor got close to M, well, as close as he could. M stood a good foot above him, he pointed his sonic screwdriver at M, “I don’t need to help you. Remember that. And don’t touch my TARDIS!!” He pointed to Carmen who was leaning against the box, petting it, “Hey Darling, is he treating you well? I sure hope so, otherwise you could always come here and we could have more of our own adventures..” 079 popped its head onto a screen and rolls its eyes, “I never hear you say those things to me.” Carmen sticks her tongue out, “Maybe if you were nicer, I would.” The Doctor huffs again and turns to the panel M was showing him, and proceeds to go through a different panel. “Why the fuck are you going through that way? The wires are all right here, easy access.” The time lord unicorn muttered, “Do you solve a rubix cube by just matching the one side? I think not! Same with time, its never one sided. And never travels in a straight line.” M handed over the interdimensional matter transporter device he was still working on connecting, “Yeah? So where does this fit into it?” The Doctor pulls his head out of the panel and narrows his eyes, “Where’d you get this?” M shrugs and points over to Carmen, “Oh I received that as a gift from a friend. We need to figure out how to not only travel through time but also multiverse. I’m running out of options to find something and I’m running out of time to find it.” He looked at her suspiciously. “Who?”

“Waldo.”

“You said he was dead.”

“I said I THOUGHT he was dead. He came home recently but he’s infected and we need a cure.”

The Doctor thinks for a moment and goes back to repairing the wiring and connecting the device. “Well, best we get this up and running then. I will need two or three of your people who understand basic mechanics and tech to assist.” Carmen nods, and pages her agents “On it, Kiros, Skyggja, can you come to the mech lab? We need tech assistance.” The Doctor stood up and took his dark navy coat with red inner lining off and handed it Carmen before rolling up his sleeves as Kiros, Skyggja and Lekir walk in. Lekir stopped short as she sees the Doctor. “Oooh, Sexy Magic man is back~” Carmen hands her the coat, “Hey love, can you put this in the coat closet in the hall? It may be a while.” Lekir swoons and holds the coat as if given the highest award on the red carpet. She holds it close and sniffs it. “Mmm Sexy Magic Doctor man…” Carmen shooed her out as she also left to check on Wally, “Go on and simp on him later, he’s doing us a huge favor that I’ll owe him bigtime for. I gotta check on Wally and the research group, can you check on how the others are doing with our Stray?” Lekir pouted and nods but kept hold of the coat, sniffing it occasionally.

Carmen looked into her bedroom, then Wally’s and gasped as blue stallion was still struggling pulling out crystals. “Wally! Don’t do this by yourself! Let me help you! Ooh what a mess.. here, I’ll clean you up.” He sighed and shook his head, “I dont want to be a burden. I want you to enjoy me as me and not this monstrosity while I still have some time.” Carmen resisted slapping his shoulder, “No, you listen to me, you are going to have a long life. You hear me? You will not die on me unless I kill you first! And thats probably going to be by overloading you with love! We will find a cure. I promise. And we’ll be together for a very long time.” She grabbed some medical cleaning solutions and gauze, cleaning up the streams of blood coming from the holes the crystals had made.

“This is getting worse than anticipated..” she frets, as he nods, “I know. I want to hold out hope for a cure but.. let’s face it. I’m just going to enjoy what I have right now and make the best of it.” Carmen sniffled and continued to work. “Well I’m not giving up. And neither are you. You’re not getting away from me that easy.” He smiled, “I’m glad you have my back.” She raised an eyebrow, washing more spots of blood, “What do you mean? I’ve always had your back.” He chuckled, “No I mean, I can’t reach back there, its been killing me today..” she laughed as he moved and positioned so he could lay his head on her lap as she still works on his back. When she was done, he had dozed off, snoring softly. She removed his hat and set it aside, petting his mousey brown hair, running her silver fingers through it. She gazed at him, being lost in the single thought of how happy she was to have him there.. and slowly noticed her arms and hands started to look like her natural color save for the panel lines. She grinned as she was able to focus and make slight adjustments to the nail color and debated on waking him. She heard his breathing slow and calming, she decided to let him rest, still petting him gently as she leaned her back against the headboard and unintentionally nodding to sleep herself.

[veranda-larkspur]

Hi! Can I request Joseph x Gender neutral s/o Headcanons where he’s sick and the reader takes care of him? Like trying to take his mind off Claude, ect. <3 some hurt comfort. Thanks

Oh yeah, I got this <3

Hopefully i do your idea justice.

You immediately knew something was wrong.

He's always the first person to your room, waking you up with small snacks and morning kisses. Perhaps cuddling for an hour or two if neither of you have anything to do that day.

He always said it's because he wants to be the first person you see that day, and also the last.

It's become a ritual for you both.

So when you wake up, without the rhythmic knocking of your beloved on your door, you immediately sought him out.

It didn't take you long at all to arrive at Joseph's room.

Though, you give credit to the fact you shoved Jack down the stairs for more speed. His feelings were more hurt hatn anything.

You'll apologize later.

Your knocking is rapid and worrisome as you call out to Joseph.

It's silent for a moment.

You try again.

Still nothing.

It's only when you threaten to knock down the door that you get a shake answer

It's Joseph! But his voice sounds odd...

It's when he coughs that you understand what's going on

You didnt know that dead people can get sick.

As you open the door, you see Joseph hide under his blankets.

Also abnormal behavior for him.

You sit on the bed, trying to coax him out of his soft shell, yet he refuses.

You ask him why.

Joseph debates with himself at first, but then relents.

"I... don't wish to get you ill."

Oh. That's it?

Joseph seems taken aback from your reaction.

And a little offended.

Joseph started going on and on about his illness.

He isn't a living person! That means that if he had gotten sick, it must be bad!

Illness spreads easily! Any breath of his may kill you!

And that's when you understand. He doesn't think your immune system is weak in the slightest, but if you get sick like Claude had...

He doesn't want to entertain the thought.

So the two of you come to an agreement.

You can't be near him for the duration of his illness. And instead, must have Emily take care of him.

And Joseph will get Victor to deliver the letters that he'll write you while he's in his room.

After that, Joseph will have an "extended recovery period" after Emily gives him the ok.

(He's fine, it's just a way for you to play nurse without the risk of getting sick since you missed out on it before.)

In short, Joseph has too much anxiety about you getting sick to let you near him. But that doesn't mean that he'll stay away from you completely. Just give him some time.

Besides, his letters are quite cute. You suppose you can wait a few days before getting a chance to doctor him around if you can receive the cute drawings he sends you.

[borathae]

Chapter 7

are we about to see his art collection or his "art collection" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

sneaking around is fun keke no wonder she is all excited and giddy haha cutie pie

Stop laughing”, Taehyung warns quietly, looking over his shoulder. He carries fondness in his eyes and a mischievous grin on his lips. stop IM GONE IM SIMPING IM A PUDDLE

NO UR A MENACE FUCKER DECIDES TO TICKLE ME TO STOP MAKINGME LAUGH NOPE watch my ass fall down the stairs and wake the whole house up

“You’re beyond adorable."

I told my familiar to light the candles your WHAT????

Taehyung is thinking into the future. THATS I WHAT THOUGHT TOO YIPPEEE

other than the rest of the house - which reminds you more of a museum than a home - his wing looks like a home. Bear in mind it was still a very impressive - and royal - home, but it gave you a homely feeling with its burgundy red walls and hardworking radiators. ooh red walls, they feel cozy/warm and very royal vibes

He is already wearing fur slippers HOW DID HE DO THAT dudes faster than flash

Why ruin your home with the dirt of outside? FR 💯

HE TOOK OFF OUR SHOES AAAH and TOUCHED OUR ANKLES THEY BOTH ARE FOR THE COBBLESTONES

They are matching with his UWU, im imagining cat slippers its too funny

You have the prettiest of ankles, my sweetest me to hobi and kook

ALSO HOW MANY ANKLES DID U SEE MY MAN (ik he saw a lot considering he is ancient lol)

Tall windows let in the moonlight from the left, illuminating the paintings on his walls that sounds extra cozy, i want to put a fluffy blanket on my shoulders

“Doesn’t he? It’s the reason why I purchased it”, he says excitedly. 👀 u sure about that?? 👀 did he get kneller to paint it for him 👀👀you sure that this isn’t like your great great great grandfather BABY CONNECT THE DOTS

come now I want to show you something else. HE CHANGED THE SUBJECT

Oh no”, you chuckle, “he just likes to show off.” still cool cousin kudos to him

“Three years? Holy cow and I can’t even work on an essay for twenty minutes without feeling the need to procrastinate.” WOW TAEHYUNG DAMN THATS SICK also u didnt need to call me out like that i-

Delicate roses climb up a marble pillar thats amazing i love murals

"A very long time." edward cullen who

Shall I show you something else too?” he asks quietly. aww my cute lil pookie go ahead why so nervous, smooches the fuck out of nervousness😭

the description of him playing violin gave me goosebumps and its 33C here. why am i slightly teared up

THERES A SECRET DOOR OMG IM GONNA PLAY BARBIE AND THE SECRET DOOR THERE FUCK THIS IS SOO CUTE AAAH

Gosh you own so many cool things.” ik he is soo cool, he can totally murder me on the stairs

Do you have your secret stack of drugs up there?” you joke, dont what if he is a mafia boss???? also he is about to throw you off the top 😭 yeet

Okay yep, holy cow. This is better than drugs FR OCTAGON SHAPED ROOM ARE THE BEST, my uncle's living room is like that and its amazing to play "find the object with hints" type games

if I could marry one room it would be this one TAE MOVE SHE IS MINE WE ARE MEANT TO BE MARRIED wait tae dont move, we can be a throuple

people were right, namjoon copied love yourself album FROM SIR KIM TAE-ITH HYUNGWILL THE THIRD, love thyself

His skin is glowing silver again, like water when it reflects the moon at night or snow when the sunlight hits it just right. singularity performances *shudders

You are the only person who knows this room exists.” SAY WHAT *faints

Why did you paint the stars?” THAT TOO FOR 3 YEARS AND HE THOUGHT OF IT AS HELL, his therapist will need a therapist

NAUR THE ICE CREAM NO SHE JUST TOLD U NOT TO hes such a cute lil shit i cant

oh the trying to be invisible, i do that too, i keep doing that for half of an academic year, and all that time i just vibecheck everyone and the other half, i slowly come out of the shell (not much tho lol) that way i dont miss anyone or does anyone miss me and they cant hurt me too

this chapter was so cute, fluffy and cozy and they both speaking more about themselves aah its sooo good. and i loved his home/wing. the description of the place was just great i could feel the bed and the stars

byee 💜💜❤️❤️

This ask was a ghost ask on my computer 😶 like I saw that you sent me an ask in my notifs and I could open it on mobile, but it was non existant on my laptop HFHADHSF help

sneaking around is fun keke no wonder she is all excited and giddy haha cutie pie

no but they're so cute no joke 🥺

I told my familiar to light the candles your WHAT????

he's just a rich lil spoiled vampire

Taehyung is thinking into the future. THATS I WHAT THOUGHT TOO YIPPEEE

EHEHEH <3

other than the rest of the house - which reminds you more of a museum than a home - his wing looks like a home. Bear in mind it was still a very impressive - and royal - home, but it gave you a homely feeling with its burgundy red walls and hardworking radiators. ooh red walls, they feel cozy/warm and very royal vibes

I agree YES 🥺

HE TOOK OFF OUR SHOES AAAH and TOUCHED OUR ANKLES THEY BOTH ARE FOR THE COBBLESTONES

he is so fucking HOT

You have the prettiest of ankles, my sweetest me to hobi and kook

I'm obsessed with their ankles 😶 it's the Dom in me 😶

ALSO HOW MANY ANKLES DID U SEE MY MAN (ik he saw a lot considering he is ancient lol)

imagine all the ankles he had resting on his shoulders 😶

Delicate roses climb up a marble pillar thats amazing i love murals

NO BUT ME TOO 😭 I wanna paint a forest mural on my bedroom wall, but I'm too scared to mess up

Shall I show you something else too?” he asks quietly. aww my cute lil pookie go ahead why so nervous, smooches the fuck out of nervousness😭

he's just a lil pookie <3

Okay yep, holy cow. This is better than drugs FR OCTAGON SHAPED ROOM ARE THE BEST, my uncle's living room is like that and its amazing to play "find the object with hints" type games

ooh nice I love this vibe <3

Why did you paint the stars?” THAT TOO FOR 3 YEARS AND HE THOUGHT OF IT AS HELL, his therapist will need a therapist

he does not a Therapist I can tell you that much HAHAHHAAH

oh the trying to be invisible, i do that too, i keep doing that for half of an academic year, and all that time i just vibecheck everyone and the other half, i slowly come out of the shell (not much tho lol) that way i dont miss anyone or does anyone miss me and they cant hurt me too

That was me too when I was younger, but we're allowed to take up space on this earth. That's our right too, remember that my love 💜

this chapter was so cute, fluffy and cozy and they both speaking more about themselves aah its sooo good. and i loved his home/wing. the description of the place was just great i could feel the bed and the stars

I'm so happy that you loved it so much seriously heheh 💜💜

[glitch-e-stardust]

should wait until i'm done with loop to do this, but i'd like to actually sleep tonight SO

theories and tidbits to remember is.at masterpost is a go - SPOILERS GALORE UNDER THE CUT.

is siffrin their real name? they seem to be poking at themselves at least once when they ask what kind of person can't remember their own name... is siffrin one they made up? like the king did?

obvious big question is the island. no mention of a scent of sugar i can find, and similarities to the time flashes we get when picking up stuff we already have suggests time shenanigans

BUT the red meaning breaking could also mean it's like.. some kind of shield? a shell? someone WANTED the island to be forgotten but its still there...? again i've seen enough to think i can get better info from loop so that's a big pin in that. heh...

the sadnesses that smell like sugar. i tried really hard to get siff to comment on that, especially after they fully understood what wishcraft is, but no dice. so for now i'm rolling with the idea that, given how helpful they are, the smells and the stars in their design/battle screen that they are part of siffs wish.

....sorta makes you wonder if they show up when siff isnt there

...maybe loop sent them...? that. would also provide enough prove of their ability to interfere (somewhat) subtly with the party to explain how they made it through without siff that one time..

they could also be a part of the kingdoms wish. little friends to help the saviors with their savior-ing..

why are colours gone? they didnt forget how to see them - they're just gone! where did they go. did it happen around the same time the island vanished? it sounds like that was p recent (bonnie 'remembers' forgetting, they are quite young) whereas colours disapearing is treated as a great historical mystery... so no? maybe not...

who. who cloned themselves? wheres the other one? i think this is a loop related quandry.

did the king stay at the house before taking it over...? the observatory seems to be being set up as his space, the attempts to write a forgotten name in a forgotten tongue.. the stars... idk i know there are others from their island around so it may be a co incidence

i dont think the other room is his. it's clear whatever happened there happened a long, long time ago. the books are moldering away - thats not a recent thing.

the death song sounds like laughing. its a fun touch. are the mal du pays laughing at us...? they probably should be..

that boss name is a kick in the teeth (/pos)

how do get in locked house in village? it needs a word to unlock but i never learned any more phrases for that. i know the person comes out at the end but there has to be a way in.. right?

what the heck kinda high level craft user is siff? they pull off major wish craft BY MISTAKE???? a forgotten art likely unique to their land. combined with the cloak i feel like. they used. to be someone very important... i wonder if we'll ever get info to follow up on those tidbits, given particular attention is drawn to the cloak on purpose.

OH I FORGOT. the sweet smell during wish magic and the fact siff is perpetually hungry, as well as the way they loop being a tug on the stomach. that feels... at least somewhat likely to be connected right? it still doesnt explain why siff has the ability but it might at least explain what's fueling it and why he has to eat so much (and why not eating for two days is what finally stopped him)

...i think that's all i got for now. i'll. probably come back and add more as i go. little frazzled tbh.. it's. a lot. and my brain will be rolling it around for weeks no doubt.

[coridallasmultipass]

Vent personal medical long post

Im so fucking sick of being in such bad back pain, nothing is going right for me

I was ready to go to the store for groceries bright and early, but I have to wait for a medication delivery which usually comes between 10-12. This means I have to be sitting downstairs the entire time, since I physically cannot reach the door fast enough if im in my upstairs room. (Even when I'm not injured, its been a problem!)

My mom, grandpa, and I all need the store. But I can't go, even if we take two trips (mom takes grandpa, comes back and takes me), because in the past when we had to do this, granpda decided to go hang out in the garage and not notice the delivery. So i HAVE to be home and ready until it arrives.

Its fucking bullshit that the online pharmacy REQUIRES signature for delivery (they didnt for my first couple shipments, ive been on this med for a while now). Its an ability issue because the delivery people dont wait around more than like 30 seconds. Its a convenience issue because then I have to block out my whole day just in case they come late. (I took a chance and made a phone appointment for 240pm).

So i wait all fucking day. 240 rolls around (my mom downstairs said shed listen for the delivery) and id been waiting in the only place i Know gets cell reception in my room and i dont get the call. 15 minutes later, I get a voicemail notif. Fucking great. I never got the call because i live in a fucking deadzone. I have to get up and lean over my counter and plants to get mildly better reception by the window (i am injured and this was extremely painful for my back). Appointment finished thankfully, but i didnt tell the psych how bad i am rn, because i did not have the energy to stand at the window longer than needed to get refills.

Still no delivery. My mom takes grandpa to the store. My back is all aggravated from sitting on the hard/no back support chairs downstairs all day (i cant go to the couch because its too hard to get up from while im hurting/its hard even when im not hurting because its got the footstool added onto it so its like as long as a bed)

So i sit downstairs more while crying because the pain is getting worse, but no one else was home so i had to. They return and my mom is like 'okay lemme take you now' uh, no!! Grandpa isnt gonna sit around for it. And also. Im hurting way too much, i physically cannot go to a grocery store at this point after sitting with no back support all day and twisting over my plants for the phone.

Mom says shell listen for the door again bc i cannot sit downstairs any more. I get maybe 5 minutes and my back starts to relax a little and my mom comes and goes 'i gotta go get gas so i cant listen for the door'

FUCK, MAN. WHY DIDNT YOU DO IT WHILE YOU GOT GROCERIES?! To top it off, she pushed in the chair i was sitting in (its extremely painful to twist! So pulling it out to sit is super hard for me!) I sit there and its unfuckingbearable i see a ups truck drive around our private street and leave, so theyre probably not coming today, and im in excruciating pain so i go back to my room crying and shaking lmao

My mom gets annoyed with me for complaining about the chair (AGAIN!) And rolls her eyes when i say she shouldve got gas before, like

Fuck off man i am in such bad pain i should be in the fucking er right now

If id known id be downstairs all day i wouldve taken a pain killer but its too fucking late in the day for me to take one now because i gotta take 2 different sleeping meds to get any sleep at all and i dont want them to interact

I fucking hate everything about this man

Oh, and i was gonna contact verizon support about being in a deadzone but it was like "lets fix dropped calls. We recommend: Call us now!" DID YOU NOT SEE THE PART ABOUT DROPPED CALLS. The only other option was to instant message and i dont have the spoons for that right now, i just wanted to send like an email ticket or something

Im supposed to be in a 5g area but its literally a deadzone in my whole house and property, no bars of reception at all, and this isnt a mountainous part of town! Ughhhh

I hate not having the ability to do all of this normally, having an injury is making everything Nightmare Mode difficulty. Having tmj treatment (teeth aligners and mouth guard) is making eating a Nightmare Mode task. Even chewing soft ramen was excruciating. I cant physically cook because of my back and im out of easy food (see: planned grocery trip for today which never happened) so its like. Okay. Guess im not having dinner. Especially not after how badly my back got aggravated today.

And guess what. Im gonna have to do it all again tomorrow now since the delivery isnt gonna happen today. Ill take a painkiller tomorrow, but the uncomfortable chairs is a fact of life i will not be able to escape, since i HAVE to be able to reach the door in like 30 seconds.

All of this couldve been prevented if theyd just let me get a no signature delivery. Its a private street no one comes all the way up to our house, like the only mail theft we had was at the mailboxes on the main street (before we got a locked one).

I COULD call the pharmacy next time to ask, but then were back to the issue of trying to make a phonecall from this house! I had issues last month where i couldnt log in to order my rx because they wanted 2fa and because i live in a dead zone i couldnt get the confirmation texts or calls! It SUCKS. (And i cant do wifi calling because our internet is shit and has like a 5 second lag)

Life has been so fucking miserable for me for like the past 2 months and the last 2 weeks have been even worse because of my back going out and its not getting better.

I cant get into physical therapy because the local place isnt accepting new patients! So like. Thats great. Dunno what i can do about that since i cant go out of town.

Im seeing the chiro but i couldnt get in today because i had the rx delivery and phone appointment lmao (also i was really hurting after the last visit)

Guess im just supposed to suffer lmao

This shit is fucking ridiculous and im so sick of it

The sad thing is that it could be worse. Its been a few months since my last endo flare up and i havent been able to stop worrying about that looming spectre either

That really would be the fucking cherry on top lmao

But the back injury situation is sadder because its something that CAN be treated, its just that treatment is unattainable for me due to living in a small rural town and not having a car. I dunno if i even could drive in this much pain tbh its hard enough being a passenger

So thats my vent. Things really fucking suck for me rn. I just want today to be over. Im in too much pain.

[indigo474]

Saturday-long run-

My runs are getting longer and taking more time. An hour - i was running about 35 minutes. my music still will not play when im running. ive tried to figure it out to no avail. it's so frustrating. i'm left alone with my thoughts. my breathing- my shoe was making a weird noise today- and i had to blow my nose on a leaf... i forgot tissues again. i checked the temp before i headed out and it was 35-- warm.. hahahaha.. 45 is hot. 20's cold.. i thought of my uncle chuck today and how when i was little her taught me the right way to paint my finger nails. that was the type of kid i was- i didnt ask how to do things.. i just did them and figured it out.. from a very young age. there was no one paying much attention to me. my mom always said children should be seen and not heard.. i dont even think they saw me. i was a good kid.. i dont even know if my uncle chuck is still alive. i wish i cold thank him.. for seeing me and teaching me how to paint my nails.

i spent some time with Mads today. always a good time.. mostly always. she likes working 3rd shift.. so far.. next week will be the real test as she is scheduled like really overnight. i'm glad she is happy.. but ughh.. i feel better knowing she is home,safe with me at night. i really do not like her out all night. she said the people are weird. i am done Christmas shopping and looking forward to a relaxing day tomorrow and Monday- i'm working a few hours on xmas. today was a good day. i feel blessed- happy - peaceful- my car is acting weird again.. months and months of it running good and today the dash decides to light up. madison said something about aunt paula.. we started taking about paula and how she basically hated kevin.. i was telling madison how it was normalized- the brothers being assholes was normal.. ohh thats just the way they are.. im convinced paula is an abused person. without a doubt.. it brings up a lot of things for me. once you see the truth you cant unsee it- how is it that i spent over 20 years with someone and knew nothing about him. i dont think there is much to know- he was and is just a shell of a human. nothing real to get to know- he of course knew nothing about me- his made up version of who i was/am.. bipolar like her mother. i can hear him say it. i have come to terms with my role in michael and meghan's life. i'm sure there will be a time when the pain of what is brings me to my knees- again.. i dont know much about anything but i do know that the pain does stop and i am able to find my peace again. acceptance- how many times in my life have i wanted things to be different how many times? ive spend decades wishing things were different- things are the way they are. i think of madison and how she has handled things. i know it hurts her. i'm proud of how she's handled herself and the pain she feels. i hope Michael and Meghan can heal themselves and live with the decisions they have made. how can 1 man cause so much damage to so many people? if i didnt live it i wouldnt believe it.

Madisons friend was telling me how her family has needed a kitchen table for years. I told her that someday htey would get a kitchen table- it takes time- i waited over 20 years for a dining room table. sometimes it take time. I feel bad for her friend. its just a bad situation. the mom doesnt food shop.. there is never any food in the house. maddy's friend had to have her hours cut at work because her mom would get less welfare. how is anyone supposed to better themselves? an uphill battle for a young girl that already has years of trauma behind her. i thought about x today more than i have in a long long while.. maybe because of the conversations i had wiht madison.. he actually told my children i was a sex addict.. i wanted to have sex with my husband.. who the fuck tells their children that. its difficult to not blame yourself when the person you're married to doesnt want to have sex with you. there must be something wrong with me..

someday.. someday.. he will get what he deserves.. eventually, we all do.. tomorrow... run.. i need new sneakers. i'm running longer and my feet are swelling up. i'm not sure-i'm hoping its normal.. i'm gonna need to do something. i dont think ill be running 13 miles by spring. i finally figured out how to use my fitbit.. to actually track my run. hopefully i'll remember to use it tomorrow. i'm excited for tomorrow- tomorrow feels like Christmas to me. i heard someone say my name at work.. i actually said who called my name.. no one..

one of my co workers gave me a bottle of wine.. i gave it away. my mom asked me if i wanted a bottle of champagne wiht out even thinking i said no Mom i dont drink. she said oh good.. i do worry that in the dating world not drinking can be seen as a red flag.. i'm not dating but if i was.. if someone does think not drinking is a red flag,i guess they arent my person.. alcohol is actual poison.. i think not working out it a red flag so there's that.

[polarseven]

Continued from my previous post since I kept typing but it wasn't super relevant to the original post

Especially if I don't get enough attention, I can get inside my own head and can spiral, and it's gotten to a point where after maybe two or three dates I tell them this, and let them know, and it's almost always "Oh don't worry I do too!" And it's never. Fucking. True.

Break bc length I guess.

I'm spouting this all on a kink post because I was to explore kink so badly, and I get how it works. Effort on both sides. Boundaries. Discussion. Honesty. Ask what they need. Ask your dom for their safeword during scenes too. It's not focusing on the sub, they're not the only human in that room. And I want someone who will help me navigate these things! I have many things I want to try out and just...can't. I don't know how much I enjoy things until I do them irl and I have so many people tell me what a good partner I am both before dating them, while, and AFTER dating them. And they never stay. And sure it's a mutual breakup a lot! And for healthy reasons. But usually thats for my health. Like, theyre bad at communicating, they say theyll get beyter, and dont. My last ex wpuld tell me we would hang out snd then ghost me thr next day and hang with other friends because they forgot. And given several chances they didnt fix it enough for it to not hurt me, so I had to end it. I feel like in just...unlucky. like they're not bad people, I'm still friends with them and a few of my other exes, but it just doesn't work in relationships. I worry I'm the common denominator but when almost every partner is telling me that's not the case, I communicated well, then whats the problem???

I get it, I'm young, someone will come eventually yeah yeah. It's still hard though. I'm 23. My longest relationship has been 8 months, and about 3 of those were long distance. All my of friends either have had at least one long term relationship or are married, nobody seems to bounce around and date a lot of people like I do. And there's not anything wrong with it, but...it feels weird that I'm the only one I know that does it. Maybe other people do and they're ashamed about it ans don't talk about it? Whatever the case, it's just...a weird feeling. I see people talk about having experiences, whether in long term relationships or kinks or whatever, and it just feels like I'm missing out.

I just want someone who will help me explore, together, with me. Someone who will want to be around me, enjoys talking with me, someone where it doesn't feel forced. It seems so easy for others? Everyone seems sucessful, either online or in person. And I know I'm probably the majority here. I've seen people struggle for years and years and then suddenly they find someone, and at least for a length of time it clicks. But it's just so weird for me. It feels different. Is it the autism? I can never tell how hard I'm masking, if I even am, and I don't know how to interact with other people online. I'm better in person. But in person, there's just not as many trans people. Or it's so much harder to connect. You have to pretend to be nice and friendly until you get close, and then you both slooowwwwly come out of your shell, and it feels like such a fucking waste of time that people aren't more sincere. But I can't even seem to find the people that are like me, that feel the way I do. I dunno. I deserve to sadpost and vent.

[akunya]

Ok,, hear me out, 35 w oliver evans?!?!,#?! LIKE!?!?!!

They could be in his classroom and his students can walk in any minute,;, ,,

- ⚡anon!!! ( u can ignore this if u wanna!! Idm :o))!! Also, congrats on 200 followers!!!! U deserve it, cause ur writings?!?!?! R SO. :heart_eyes:, and ur bf is a fucking ass booo eww, u dont deserve him!!!! )

"we might get caught. does that turn you on?"

pairings: oliver evans / m!reader summary: teacher's pet loses his virginity: not clickbait? tw: size difference, TEACHER/STUDENT, age gap(?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, dubcon, manipulative, praise, etc.

notes: i actually gasped when i saw this rq. its been rotting my BRAIN for days. this might be terribly ooc, but this was fun. thank you so much for requesting again ⚡anon! age gap is hinted that oliver is older than you.

she/her + she/they + fem aligned/women DNI.

you sat on the professors desk, heart thumping as he pried your legs open. his gentle eyes raked over your body, your uniform shirt slightly unbuttoned, along with the growing bulge in your pants. the room was empty except for the two of you. it was after class hours, and oliver had asked you to stay behind to speak with him quickly. how could you say no, when he asked so politely?

"you're hard already, and i didn't even touch you yet. don't tell me you've been thinking about this before.." he chuckled at your shocked expression, as you backed away he only moved in further. you never took your teacher to be the teasing type. when you thought about him, on those nights that you fisted your cock and your mind wandered off on its own, you couldn't help but imagine him as a caring, gentle top. in your imagination, he'd hold you so softly, as if you'd crack under anymore pressure. he'd take you to his place, make you dinner and spoil you like a good pet. of course, that teacher of yours only lived in your indulgent virgin fantasies. you couldn't read the man in front of you. oliver still looked as neat and orderly as ever, as if he wasn't the one to lead you to sit on his desk and whisper dirty things in your ear for the past half hour. it was obvious he was hard too, but he didnt even bother to touch himself, his long fingers pinching and grabbing at your body instead. he was gentle, but teasing you relentlessly, loving the way you practically squealed when he whispered and licked the shell of your ear. you could see how he was holding back, letting go little by little. maybe he had some respect for the setting he put you in after all.

"we might get caught. does that turn you on?" he towered over you, making you feel exceptionally small. why was he so big? you shook your head, raising your voice a bit not wanting to give in. "i-it doesn't, i-" oliver pressed his finger against your lips, shushing you. the silence let you pick up on the familiar ambience in the halls, eyes widening. you felt your stomach twist in fear as you heard the footsteps of students outside. oliver didn't back away however, taking the opportunity to snake his other hand around your waist and pull you in closer. you couldnt protest, not wanting to say anything too loudly and draw attention to yourself from onlookers. oliver noted this, smirking as he held you closely. "shh, quiet little one. people might hear you." he laughed again, amused by how flustered and frightened you were.

the older man continued to slowly strip you, unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it aside to play with your chest. his skilled fingers playing and pinching with your nipples, squeezing and watching you intently as you squirmed and moaned. you couldn't help the noises that spilled out, hushed praises of "good boy" and "you're doing so well" in his deep voice only leading you further. whenever he praised you, even during class, you couldn't help the rush of excitement and pleasure that washed over you. you wanted more. more of his praises, more of his sweet voice in your ear, more of his touch. you had forgotten to try and resist, welcoming him when he had slipped his tongue into your mouth. the professor welcomed this, showering you with more praises and obscenities until you could barely think.

"such a good boy i have, hm? maybe even naughty students like you deserve a reward too." oliver hummed, loving how you had quickly given into his special treatment. you reminded him of an obedient little puppy when you excitedly nodded your head yes, whining and begging for something more. he always knew you had a thing for him too, but he never thought you'd admit it like this so quickly. seeing some students peer in, he noted that he should probably pick up the pace, but you barely seemed to register it at all anymore. you were so engrossed in having your teacher's attention on you, you didn't notice how some students peered through the window, shock on their faces at the scene playing in their very own classroom. maybe you were much more of a pervert than you initially thought.

"i can tell you've wanted this, haven't you? poor thing." oliver leaned in to kiss your cheeks, stealing another long kiss from your lips. he would have fun with you, he thought to himself. from the way you were trembling and your pants weren't even off, he couldn't wait any longer, guiding you to lay down on your back and keep your legs spread. unbuckling his belt, he wanted to engrave your flushed, nearly naked expression in his mind for the rest of his life.

after today, you'd be his little pet in and out of the classroom, whenever he wanted you to be - but he thinks you wouldn't mind, anyways.

[iheartchv]

Hey Can You Do A Vampire Raph x F!Reader In The TMNT 2012 Series

5. “MINE.” 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 70. Abandoned building 96. Making out 112. Biting/marking 70. Abandoned building 142. “Bite me.” and 89. Mating Season

Coming right up Sorry if it seems rushed ^^;

Prompts(c)@turtle-babe83

⚠️ Raph and reader are over 18, alright y'all? by clicking Keep reading, you agree to seeing mature content ⚠️

Vampire Raph x F! Reader(AU)

Raph had been acting so weird lately, weirder than usual, since he got sick out on a mission a couple of days ago. He'd been real flirty, sure, nothing wrong with that. But yesterday he kept looking at you silently, giving you eyes of a starving animal. You had asked him if he was alright, and he answered back that he was. But he sounded like he was trying to brush it off or not acknowledge his behavior.

Then the next day he said he didnt want you around via message by Donnie. That hurt you. You just wanted to help him. You missed the late night dates you both went on. No one knew you two were actually dating... yet.

You left messages for Raph using your shell phone Donnie gave you. You was worrried. You knew something was wrong.

Suddenly, late the next night, your shell phone rang. It was Raph.

"Raph?"

"Yeah, Y/n, I need to see you... Meet me at the abandoned building on the corner of Eastman and Laird..."

"Okay, I will. Are you alright?" You couldnt hide the worry in your voice, even though you tried not to sound panicked.

"Yeah, calm down, I'm fine ..."

The shell cell was disconnected and you hurried to the abandoned building.

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And thats how you ended up in this predicament. Raph's eyes was glowing, hypnotizing you. He told you that he was a vampire, and he was wanting to claim you as his ( since it was that time of year ).

"I've wanted you for so long... it felt like months... this burning, aching feeling taking over my body..." He tilted your head to look at him. "I need you so much that it hurts, babe."

Your body tingled. A small gasp escaped your lips as his hand craddled the back of your neck and crushed his lips against yours. The makeout session got heated. His hands made your skin burn as if you had fire in your veins. He licked and nipped at your neck, your whimpers filling the empty room. Then he pulled your shirt down suckled on one of your peeking nipples.

"Raph~" You wrapped your arms around his head to keep him there. You squeezed your thighs together as bolts of lightning shot straight to your wet sex. Raph had a look on his face that made your insides clench and gush.

Raph could smell your arousal. It was driving him crazy. All he could think was how wet and tight you were going to be.

"Baby, can I taste you?" he asked as his fingers danced around the apex of your thighs. A few times during previous makeout sessions you wanted Raph to go further with you, or rather he wanted to go further with you. You also might have had wet dreams of making love to him...

You nodded giving him permission. Quickly your pants was off and then he used one of his sai to cut your panties. He lifted you up against the wall and rested your legs over his shoulders. You could feel his breath tickling you there. His chest rumbled with some sort of growl and started tasting your wetness.

He was addicted to your taste now. "Mmmmm... so sweet and wet..." He gave a long, slow teasing lick. "You're so good, baby"

The sounds you made spurred him on. His tongue pleasured you inside and out. Your thighs held onto the sides of his head. A pressure in your lower belly built, tightening like a knot.

"Mmmmm~ Raph~" you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper.

It seemed like forever when Raph suddenly unwrapped your arms and legs from him and set you down. "I gotta have you. I gotta have you right now, baby" His chest heaved with every breath. "Get on your hands and knees"

You did as you were told and then he pushed your back and head down while your bottom half was spread open and in the air. Excitement shook you to your very core, making you feel very sinful at this very moment.

"Do you know how a turtle takes his mate? Hard, fast, and deep." Raph panted in your ear. His tip rubbed up and down your slick slit, coating him with your nectar. You could tell he was big without even seeing it. Your hips wiggled, wanting him inside you.

"Please, Raphael, I want you"

"Don't worry, Y/n, I'm gonna give it to you. I'll breed you nice and deep." he purred

Lining his cock to your open sex, he pierced his way inside you. You cried at the quick pain you felt, but it then turned into pleasure as he rocked into you. He checked on you to make sure you were fine, and when you were ready for him to move you gave him the okay.

He held onto your hips and then pounded all of him fully inside you. He stretched you so deliciously and hit your pleasure spots you never thought you had. You pushed your self back into him, wanting more of him even though he was already balls deep.

Groans and moans echoed off the walls. Above you Raph's pants and grunts made your lower stomach tied in knots. You both were so close already.

"Bite me. Make me cuuuum~" you cried longingly and loudly. You needed release.

"MINE! You're mine, all mine" he growled through gritted teeth. His fangs then extended and he bit into the right side of your neck, still pumping and then feeling your walls squeeze him. You screamed his name as your intense climax took over your body, and he followed behind you shooting loads of cum deep inside you.

After you both catched your breath, he told you to rest for a bit. "I'm not through with you yet"

[t0wnspersonb]

Twin Bed (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

are u taking requests rn? 🥺 ive read ur tsukki fics and i know to myself ur the only one who can write this request amazingly: tsukki sneaking in to his s/o’s room at night bc he misses her and he saw how cute she is in her pajamas but couldnt help getting turned on as well bc she is wearing shorts and an oversized shirt it also didnt help that her bed is for one person only ;) UR AN AMAZING AUTHOR AND NEVER STOP WRITING TSUKKI OR HAIKYUU SCENARIOS COS THE PPL NEED U

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Word Count: 2,475

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, my shit writing, bad language

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Yoooo this is was legit so fun to write lmao. I hope I did your request justice anon and I appreciate your kind words!!! I know I have other requests sitting in my inbox and I will try and to get to them soon. I might be a bit inactive the next couple of weeks, I will be going vacation (I definitely fucking need it lol) this week and then I start classes again. RIP. I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know what you think!:) I literally am at a lost for words with how amazing you guys are and how unproblematic you guys have been considering the bullshit that’s been going around in the community. I just want to reiterate that this is a safe and fun place for everyone, it is never my intention to make anyone uncomfortable and if I do please let me know so that I can apologize correctly for it! But to make things clear I will not tolerate any fuckery on this blog, I don’t have the energy nor the patience to deal with shit like that. We are all capable of being decent human beings to each other. No drama, no bullshit, just a fun and safe place for everyone that wants to be part of it. ANYWAY, enough of my ranting, please enjoy this filth and my shit writing lmao 😘😘😘💕💕💕💕

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You frowned slightly as you looked at your phone, your eyes squinting against the harshness of the light. 

 Tsukishima had texted you, multiple times - at two in the morning - in fact. While you dearly adored your boyfriend of only five months, you didn’t exactly adore the fact that he woke you up at this time.

 Especially considering you had to be up in about five hours to get ready for an exam.

 You sighed through your nose as you tugged your blankets from your body and made your way to your door. 

 “Kei… it’s two in the morning…” You yawned, looking up at your tall boyfriend with sleepy eyes. “The dorm manager is going to get mad at me if she catches you here.” 

 “Well let’s not get caught then.” he drawled out, gold eyes flickering over your body. A blonde eyebrow arched up; “is that my shirt?”

 You blinked at him for a moment, not fully registering what he had just asked before a soft blush began to coat your cheeks.

 You were definitely wearing one of his shirts, a green Sendai Frogs shirt that was way too big for your body, given his tall stature. He had left the shirt at your dorm two weeks ago, and naturally you wore it to bed almost every night. 

 “No.” You said in a small voice, carefully playing with your fingers as you looked up at him through your lashes.

 A soft blush covered Tsukishima’s cheeks before he scoffed, his slender fingers reaching up to push his glasses back up his nose. “You’re a terrible liar. Looks good on you though.” he said, brushing past you to get into your room.

 You turned to see him plop himself onto your bed, and you couldn’t help but stare. It was a strange sight to see to say the least. His 6’4 frame was just a tad out of place in your room, especially sitting on your incredibly small bed. But more so he was out of place because, well, your boyfriend was beautiful. It was like a Greek god decided to pay you a secret visit before the sun came up, ready to disappear at any moment. 

 Tsukishima’s hair was tousled perfectly, the tight black shirt he wore complimented him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick biceps. You felt your mouth go dry as you realized that he was wearing grey sweatpants, clinging low on his hips.

 How could someone look so good at two in the morning?

 “Are you just going to stare at me the entire time?” He called out, his back leaning against the wall your bed was pushed up against, his phone in hand. 

 “You’re the one that wanted to come over.” you frowned, locking your door before making your way towards the bed. “You’re taking up all the space.” You whined. 

 He rolled his eyes before his long legs parted, creating a space on the bed. “Come here.” 

 You felt your face burn even more, a strange shyness overtaking you at the intimate position he wanted you in. 

 It wasn’t like you had never been close to Tsukishima before, you guys had been intimate, many times... but then why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

 “What are you waiting for?” he asked, a blonde eyebrow quirked up.

 “Shut up.” you grumbled, carefully climbing over one of his long legs. You settled yourself against him, your upper body fitting easily between his legs, your back resting against his stomach and your head gently pressing into his strong chest.

 Resting against Tsukishima was far better than resting in your tiny bed. 

 One of his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, his large hand gently pressing against your stomach, the other hand held his phone in front of both of you, a volleyball game overtaking the screen.

 It was silent for a moment, both of you absorbed in the video. It had only been fifteen minutes into the game when Tsukishima began looking over your body. His gold eyes taking in your bare legs before flickering up. He zeroed in on the exposed skin of your hip, the shirt you wore had been pulled up slightly. 

 He swallowed thickly, arousal beginning to spike in his blood. Christ, it wasn’t like you were naked right now; it wasn’t like you were wearing anything incredibly enticing, but… fuck. Tsukishima began wracking his brain for when the last time it was that he had seen you. That’s right, it had been a while, a little over two weeks in fact. 

 His sudden desire was because he had just missed you right? He couldn’t possibly be turned on from the simple fact that you were in the shortest shorts known to man, or the fact that you were in his shirt and you weren’t…. Christ, you weren’t wearing a fucking bra. 

 He could see your hardened nipples through the shirt despite how baggy it was on your small body. 

 “Can you hold the phone, my arm is getting tired.” he said quietly, hoping that you hadn’t felt his hardening member against your back just yet. 

 “Really Kei?” you rolled your eyes but took his phone nonetheless, your eyes completely glued to the screen. The game was just beginning to get interesting.

 It was silent again.

 But this time, Tsukishima trailed his hand down to your exposed skin, carefully sliding his fingers under your shirt, gently tracing against your soft skin.

 You sighed softly at his touch, your body wiggling slightly against him to get more comfortable. Tsukishima took that as a good sign, his hands traveling further up, the rough pads of his fingers felt incredible against your skin; goosebumps erupting over your body.

 You shivered slightly, desire spiking in the pit of your stomach as his long fingers began moving further up, until they rested just below your breasts. Your breath hitched, your heart thumping loudly in your ears now. 

 His fingers carefully dragged against the soft underside of your breasts. You felt Tsukishima shift, his upper body sitting up slightly, his lips brushing gently against the shell of your outer ear, hot breath rustled your hair. 

 “Who’s winning?” he murmured, lips grazing against your ear before carefully brushing down towards your neck.

A soft whimper tore through your lips. “It’s uhmm… uh - o-oh Kei.” your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue darted across your skin, tasting you before biting down softly. You could feel your cunt clenching at his actions, your bundle of nerves suddenly throbbing to be touched.

 “What was that?” he teased softly, the hand that was gently caressing the underside of your breasts suddenly moved up, carefully cupping your entire breast, long fingers gently tugging at your hardened nipple.

 You moaned loudly before immediately dropping his phone, both hands clasping your mouth shut tightly.

 “Oh, that’s right, if your dorm manager caught me here, she would be furious right? I don’t want you getting in trouble, so you best be quiet hmm?” he murmured softly against your skin before pinching your nipple hard between two fingers.

 Your breath hitched, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rippled through your body.

 “But you make the cutest noises when you're turned on.” he said, his voice incredibly quiet and calm, despite the growing hardness that was pressing into your back now. “You’re in quite the dilemma, aren’t you?”

 His other hand suddenly trailed down, his fingers curling against your through your shorts. 

 “Fuck… you’re soaked.” he groaned quietly, feeling your arousal leaking through your panties and staining your shorts.

 He suddenly leaned back once again, your head once again resting against his strong chest. But despite his composure, his heart was racing just as much as yours. 

 He suddenly bucked his hips up, his cock rubbing against your back. A soft sigh escaped his lips, the hand that was groping your breast pulled out of your shirt and tangled into your hair, gently tugging and forcing you to arch your neck, staring up at the blonde male now.

 His gold eyes held nothing but lust now as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes. 

 You had never seen a more gorgeous man in your entire life. 

 “What do you want?” he asked, his voice deep with arousal. But before you could say anything, the hand that was grasping you through your clothes suddenly tugged your shorts and panties to the side, long fingers brushing softly against your weeping slit.

 Tsukishima exhaled loudly, his cock jumping against your back as he felt just how wet you were. 

 “Fuck…” he whispered quietly, and carefully slid his finger to the top of your cunt, his finger gently pressing down against your clit.

 A jolt of pleasure erupted through your body, your mouth falling open in a silent plea as your eyes fluttered shut.

 He began rubbing delicate circles against you, a soft pleasure beginning to build up in your lower stomach, your hips rocking up carefully with his movements.

 “K-Kei…” you trembled, your hand reaching down and grasping at his forearm helplessly. 

 “Are you close?” he asked, his finger pressing down just a little bit harder, but that was all that you needed to get your legs shaking.

 The way he touched you… the way that he took care of you… it was no wonder you were completely head over heels for him.

 He was just too good.

 You nodded helplessly against his chest, and then suddenly he pulled his hand away from your dripping cunt, a soft cry of distress tearing through your lips. Why did he… but you were so close…

 “Can you move away for a second?” he asked quietly, gently pushing you forward. You shakily scooted away from him and heard the rustling of sheets and clothes. You twisted your head to look back and - your mouth went dry.

 Tsukishima was still resting against the wall, his lower body easily sprawled out against your bed as you still sat between his long legs, but this time… this time… he laid with one hand behind his head, the other was easily grasping his member, lazily sliding up and down his shaft. His grey sweatpants were bunched up around the tops of his thighs, his black shirt pulled up slightly, exposing his lower stomach and the perfect lines of his Adonis belt.

 “Come here.” he demanded, you turned to crawl over to him, fully intending on taking him into your mouth- his hand flew up, halting your movements. “No. I want to be inside you.”

 Your lips parted slightly as you nodded in a daze, your cunt squeezing around nothing at his words. But before you could sink down on top of his cock, he stopped you once more. 

 “Turn around.” he commanded. Your lips trembled softly, your hands gripping his upper thighs as you situated yourself on top of him, you could feel his fingers tugging your shorts and underwear to the side again, and then something blunt and thick began rubbing up and down your soaked entrance. 

 “Don’t tease me Kei, please.” you whimpered out, but before you could plead further, he grabbed your hips, forcing you to sink all the way down onto his member in one movement.

 You gritted your teeth tightly, biting back the loud shout that wanted to escape your throat at the sudden intrusion, at the force of him already hitting the most devastating depths within you.

 Fuck you had never been quite this full, never had someone quite this deep until you met Tsukishima.

 “Shit.” he cursed, growling slightly, his grip on your hips tightening as his eyes fluttered shut as your tight heat engulfed him completely.

 He could never get used to this. 

 After a moment of adjusting to the new intrusion you began rocking your hips, carefully sliding back and forth, your lips forming into a silent o as pleasure jolted through your body at each drag of his cock against your walls.

 A soft whimper tore through your lips as he began grabbing handfuls of your ass, his fingers gripping tightly at the soft flesh, kneading and pulling your cheeks apart. Before his hand settled on pulling your shorts and underwear further away, his eyes taking in the obscene way your cunt swallowed his cock.

 The quiet room was filled with the sound of rustling sheets, the wet noises of your arousal leaking through your stuffed cunt as Tsukishima slid in and out of you, the soft and breathless moans that escaped your lips, and the soft grunts of Tsukishima as he fought back his release. He couldn’t cum yet, not until you did.

 But he could tell that you were close by the desperate way you rocked your hips, faster, sloppier, chasing for a release.

 “Cum for me.” he demanded, his large hand cracking down against your ass. Your hand came up, stifling the loud gasp that wanted to escape your lips, your cunt clenching tightly around him. You could feel it then, the pleasure mixed with the sharp pain, the tightness in your lower stomach finally releasing. 

 “Fuck that’s it.” He murmured, watching as you trembled above him, his hands coming down to grip at your waist, forcing you to move faster against him as he began chasing his own release.

 Tsukishima gritted his teeth tightly before carefully shoving you off of his member, a soft cry escaping your lips as you collapsed on top of his legs. He gripped his member tightly, shooting thick ropes of his warmth all over your raised bottom, staining your shorts completely.

 “Shit hold on.” he panted slightly, carefully moving himself from under you. He tucked his softening member back into his sweatpants before moving towards your closet, grabbing a towel and making his way back to you. His gentle hands easily cleaning you up before tugging your shorts and panties off, replacing them with fresh ones.

 You looked up at him sleepily as he began situating you both on your small body, half of your body resting on top of his as he drew the blankets over your guys’ form. 

 “You suck Kei. If I fail this exam because I’m too tired to focus, you have to buy me ramen.” you mumbled against his chest, your eyes drooping as sleep began to tug at your mind.

 “If you fail this exam just because you’re tired then that just proves you didn’t actually study for it. You should’ve been able to retain that information regardless.” he said, fingers gently running through your hair.

 “You suck.” you sighed again, softly nuzzling your face into his chest.

 A smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t say anything else. 

 Not that you would have listened anyway, considering that you were knocked out now. 

 Tsukishima’s body was definitely more comfortable than your twin bed. 

[cuinaminute229]

Like no other pt 3

Part 1  Part 2

Am I sorry? No

...

The sound of soft pattering against the window next to the bed brings you from the land of dreams, the room is splayed in the aura of lazy days full of rain. The blankets are a warm cocoon from the chill in the air. 

You feel safe and content. 

Soft rustling to your left makes the hazy fog of just waking up lessen but you don't want to start the day just yet.

"It's morning." You murmur out into the room before a hand grazes your bare shoulder underneath the blankets. 

"Stay." A whisper that's more of a sigh rather than a word makes you smile.

You immediately want to give in to the plea, you want to stay and ignore the world for just another day. 

"You know I can't." You whisper back and the hand that's on your shoulder travels further south, touch light as a feather, teasing.

"Stay," The plea is stronger now, more word than breath, "Please." 

Fingers graze soft skin that protects your ribs and you fight the chill that runs up your spine. "Stay." 

You let out a soft sigh before opening your eyes to see her.

Her eyes are so very blue, like the sky on a sunny afternoon, so blue and so bright and you feel like you're peering into her soul. 

There is nothing hidden in the depths of her gaze, all the yearning and hoping and wanting, you see it, you see all of it.

“Maria,” Her name a plea of your own. You don't want to hurt her, you don't want to tear this moment away from her, you don't want to do that. She’s so special and so beautiful, and she’s been your friend since forever. You don't want to cause her more pain than you already have.

You close your eyes when you feel her move closer, you can't look because there is so much in her eyes and you want to cry. “Please, please.”

Thunder sounds in the distance, the sky a darker grey. The rain has picked up in speed and force, thrumming against the window. “I want you to stay,”

You can feel her breath fan over your face, you can feel her against you. You feel her warmth and the softness of her skin, and you want to stay, you want to stay so bad. 

She’s slow, cautious when she leans closer, sharing the air you breathe. Giving you plenty of time to deny her, but you don't, you can't. 

You let her steal your breath, you let her pull you in, you let her make your choice.

…

The sky is blue when you look up, the few clouds are scattered to win a race that declares no winner. 

The sun is bright and daring, and looking down on you as the minutes tick by as you wait. Birds chirp and prance around the sidewalks as they look for anything edible, children laugh and scream in glee as they explore the park as parents watch like guardian angels.  

It’s peaceful.

“Hey there stranger, long time no see.”

You’re brought from your thoughts when you hear her voice and you give the blonde a smile when you catch sight of her, walking towards you with purpose and a smile.

“It’s good to see you too Carol.” You barely have time to stand from the bench before she’s pulling you into a hug that steals the breath from you. You’ve forgotten how strong she is, how amazing her hugs are as you relax in her embrace. “You can't leave for that long again. I won't let you.” 

You chuckle at her declaration. “I don't doubt it.”

Light brown eyes search your face when she pulls back, hands still on your shoulders. “How are you doing?” She asks and you give her a soft smile. “I’m doing good.”

She nods with a smile that you know all too well. “I’m glad you’re back, now come on.”

You follow her, slightly behind but close enough. 

“Where exactly are we going again?” You wonder aloud as Carol slows to walk beside you. She glances up as she thinks and you wonder if she misses the stars, the need for nothing to hold her down. “Where do you want to go?” She asks after a few steps, turning to look at you and the sun makes her hair shine enough that you remember the first time you saw her glow, she was glorious and proud and showing no fear. 

Carol Danvers is a sight to behold. 

“Lost in the stars?” She nudges your shoulder when it takes too long to respond. 

“Not the only one,” You tease her and she shakes her head with a grin. “Always.”

“How was the mission?” She rolls her shoulders back and pushes her hands in her front pockets as the two of you stop at a crosswalk. 

“You know I can’t tell you.” You say as you press the arrow button three times just for good measure. Turning to her when it repeats that you have to wait. 

“Well,” She shrugs her shoulders and you raise an eyebrow at her as cars breeze past, people hurrying to work or doctors appointments or to meet family, everyone seems in a hurry to get to where they need to be.

“You know the rules, captain.” You remind her as you reach out and press the arrow again because you can. “Yeah,” Carol lets out a sigh before she takes a step closer, her eyes glued on the traffic light. 

“You’re okay though, right?” She sounds concerned and you choose not to look at her as the light turns green and the two of you start walking. 

The seconds count down as you walk across the street, big and red as it gets closer to zero. It reminds you of a timer and you find yourself biting your tongue to stay in the moment, away from the memories that have shaped you as you are. 

“I’m back,” You tell her as if she doesn't know. “I came back when I didn't want to.” 

“I know.” Voice low and soft, a realization to what's already known.

…

The whispers of the morning linger as the day draws on and you’re not quite able to forget what happened. 

You don’t think you’ll ever forget what happened. 

The echoes that were drowned by the pouring rain, the feather light touches that seem to linger still, the view you see when you close your eyes makes you wish this morning never ended.

She was so beautiful, so willing to give you everything. So very- 

“How’s Natasha?” Maybe you're trying to distract yourself from your thoughts, maybe you really do want to know how she’s doing. Maybe you still aren't running if you ask about her.

You glance over at Carol who’s picking apart her sandwich, pulling the bacon off and placing it on the side of the plate, she looks deep in thought and you don't want to repeat the question again, not if she’s lost to the stars at the moment.

“She was worried.” Her words are well thought out, slow and calculated and you know she’s trying to say the right things. “When you left, everyone was.”

She wipes her hands off with a napkin and you wonder if she will continue. “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving?” She finally looks up from the food to look at you, she looks hurt and you swallow the guilt that you feel. 

“I did tell someone.” You respond after a second where you wish you didn't have to face what you did. Carol nods and you choose to grab a fry and eat half of it so you don't have to say anything more.  

“Yeah, you told one person.” You see her nibble at her bottom lip and yes you do feel guilty. 

You clear your throat before explaining more. “I told who I needed to, that was it.”

“But you didn’t tell her.” No, you suppose you didn’t.

She picks up her sandwich, elbows on the table as she goes to take a bite and you want her to let this conversation go, let it drift past like the wind that rustles the leaves that still cling to the tree.

But she stops short, looks you in the eyes when she says her next words, and you swear for just a split second she wasn't your friend anymore.

“You hurt her.”

You look away from eyes that have seen past the universe, eyes that blaze like burning suns. You look away and pick up the napkin that’s resting next to your drink, bring it into your lap and wad the tissue up in a ball.

A part of you knows she doesn't mean to hurt you with her words, hopes that she doesn't intend to rip open old wounds and let them bleed free, prays that she doesn't mean to blame the pain you feel on you.

“She hurt me.” Your words are a weak whisper, a declaration on your behalf. She knows this, the entire team knows this.

It’s not a secret well kept.

You let out a sigh when you accidentally drop the wadded up napkin on the ground, watch it roll away like it doesn't want to share your burden.

“You hurt everyone when you chose to run away.” The judgment in her voice makes you clench your jaw. “Do you know what happened after you left?”

“Do you really think I’m oblivious to the pain I’ve caused?” You look at her and you make sure not to let her see how much it hurts. “Do you really think I did this on purpose? I left because if I didnt I don't know what I would have done if I stayed.”

Maybe you ignore the knot in your stomach that makes you want to vomit, maybe you ignore the look in her eyes when she realizes that she might have pushed you too far, but you dont ignore the people who turn your way, the ones who eavesdrop and gossip.

The two of you have brought more attention to you than you're comfortable with. “I’m leaving.”

Your half eaten sandwich and few fries that are left stay on the table as you get to your feet and walk away.

…

The smell of salt and the view of the sea does nothing to help the nausea you feel. It should be relaxing and calming and able to push your worries away but it doesn't help.

You see the waves crash and chase each other, never still for more than a moment. The gulls that ride the breeze as it drags the smell of the ocean through the air, the pelicans that are not bothered by the crashing of dominance as they only look for fish close enough to steal.

It reminds you of home, of days full of sun and sand. Treasure hunts to find the biggest and prettiest shell you could, races to see who could build the tallest sandcastles. 

You wish it wasn't accompanied with the guilt in your stomach and the weight on your shoulders.

You want to run back to before you left your bed, you want to feel what you felt then. Safe, content, loved. 

You want to hide under the covers and bask in the warmth of the person next to you, you want to memorize the depths of the sky.

But here you are standing alone on a pier looking out at the sea feeling sick to your stomach and terrified of what you have to face.

You feel like such a terrible person.

For running, for feeling so many things you think you might break, for wanting to hang the towel up and say that you’re done, for begging for an excuse to not look her in the eyes. 

You wish that you never bought that ring, you wish you never even considered the idea. To want to marry her, to want to share her name, to want for things you knew were out of reach.

With a breath that brings you almost to tears, you try to ignore the way your feelings seem to bleed out for all to see.

You love her, you still love her. You don't think you'll ever stop loving her. But Natasha chose what happened, she decided that you weren't enough, that she wasn't enough.

“I’m sorry.” You watch as a boat moves through the sea at a crawl, slowly growing smaller as it bravely sets out for some adventure you hope is fulfilling. 

“I don't want your pity, I don't want your regret.” You say the words you hope she will listen to as you lean back and gaze at the sky, hands still holding the wooden railing. 

You let out a breath that is stolen by the breeze as you force yourself to leave a fraction of your pain where you stand. 

The view above you is still so blue and bright, not a cloud in sight and you remember this morning with a sad smile.

You've always loved how Maria's eyes share the color of the sky.

“I just want you to be my friend.” You turn to the blonde when you speak those words. 

“Okay.” She nods and you give her a smile before letting go of the railing and walking back to the beach. She doesn't say anything more as she comes to walk beside you and even though you know there is something on her mind you choose to take what she’s given you.

…

Steve greets you with a cautious smile when you finally give in and follow Carol to the compound and even though you still haven't completely forgiven him you smile back.

“How are you?” He asks after Carol excuses herself and you shrug off his comment with a shrug. 

“How are you? You look good.” You notice his hair is a little longer and he hasn’t shaved in a few days but he looks well rested and not so brought down by the weight of so many responsibilities that come with being such a hero. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” He nods and you watch as hair falls in his face. 

“You need a haircut buddy.” You tease him and Steve glares at you playfully before he runs his hand through his hair and that does absolutely nothing to fix it. 

“I kind of like it.” He admits with a shrug and you nod, it does look good on him.

“You just get back?” He asks and you smile through the lie. “Yeah, just got back.”

You follow him into the kitchen where you hear the familiar sound of the coffee maker, taking a seat on one of the empty stools that stand at the kitchen island as he goes to grab a cup from one of the cabinets.

“Why are you having coffee now?” You ask in curiosity and Steve does a terrible job at hiding his amusement as he places his cup next to the coffee maker and waits. 

“It’s not for me,” He gives no more explanation than that and you only wonder who it’s for, the coffee mug he chose doesn't look familiar.

“Cool, cool.” You nod before silence pushes its way between the two of you, and you can't help the selfishness you feel for blaming him for what happened back then, for not hearing him through when he tried to explain before you left. 

You felt so many things back then, so much and so deeply and you don't even know how you didn’t end up do something stupid or reckless. 

A part of you had wanted to follow her when she walked out, wanted to understand why she thought you weren't enough for her.

Maybe it was your pride, maybe it was your bleeding heart that rooted you down making it impossible to move, or maybe it was the fear of everything blowing up even more than it already had but you let her walk away.

“I don’t want what you want.” 

The words ring in your mind like church bells, loud and all consuming, echoing but never leaving you in silence. 

“I’m sorry.” The soft spoken apology brings you back from thoughts of the past and you blink away the tears that carry your pain.

“It's…” You trail off.

Not okay. 

You wish you could forgive him, you wish you didn't blame him even just a little but you do and you don't know when you can fully forgive him for something that wasn’t solely his fault. “You were only doing what I asked you to, it’s not… your fault.” He nods at your words before turning and busying his hands with pouring the coffee into the mug.

He told you once, before you got the courage to ask Natasha out, that he thought the two of you would be good for each other. That you should face the uncertainty of her feelings toward you with confidence, you would never know if you didn't ask, right?

“You’re still my friend Steve. That hasn’t changed.”

You call out as he’s about to turn the corner to leave the kitchen, you need him to know that. That no matter what, he’s still your friend.

He gives you a nod that lets you know you haven't lost him and you breathe a little easier.

...

“Hey,” You don't turn around to see her, you don't look up from the glass of brandy in your hands, you don't think you can. 

“It’s… good to see you.” 

“Yep.” You mutter as you finish your drink and place it down on the counter. “So good,” The sarcasm is clear in your voice and you ignore the urge to look up when you feel that she’s moving closer.

You don't want to look up, you don’t want to see her a year older than before. You don't want to feel your chest cave in when you see her, when the breath is stolen from you and held hostage.

You missed her, god you missed her so much and now she’s right here and you can’t even look at her. 

“I’m sorry.” Maybe it’s the drinks you’ve had or maybe it's the emotions that keep piling up that pull the words from you, but all you know is that they ring true. 

You’re apologizing to her and a part of you wants to snatch it back before it takes flight, before there is no way you can get it back. 

But you are sorry, for being weak, for falling head over heels for her, for loving her so much that she had to turn away to breathe. 

“I’m sorry.”

...

[atsumiye]

miscalculated soulmates

[has the system messed up? what happens when you're not who they expect.]

featuring: oikawa tooru and kyotani kentaro

part 1 ll part 2

oikawa tooru

when you first got matched with oikawa you were ecstatic! when you think about it, you two were quite well matched. your personalities balanced each other well to where you would remind him to relax and he could help get you out of your shell.

oikawa on the other hand didn't seem as excited to meet you, but things changed for the better over the course of a few years. until they weren't.

he always got angry at you for not wanting to go on workouts at 5 am. you aren't a morning person, so you offered to go later in the day, but that infuriated him. and when you explained how having a home gym would be impractical, it made things worse.

when you said you want to make sure you actually enjoyed a career you would spend the rest of your life doing, he never understood how you didn't know years ago. he has volleyball, so "why cant you just pick something?"

and even after telling him how you watched your sibling tire out and hate their careers because they were pushed into something they didn't want to do, he still didn't care.

this was the 11th time he had left you standing like an idiot in front of the movies. and you weren't even counting the 6 times in front of the restaurant and the 4 times at your own home.

then when you had asked him to delegate a little more for your relationship, he got mad and complained how you never supported him. but all you did was support him. all you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend and you wanted him to rest. were you requesting too much? you didnt want him to have to give up a playing a few games because of an injury, so why was he so angry?

so after moving back in with your parents after a 3 hour long argument, you blocked him on everything and tried to move on with your life. after all that's what he did.

months later, you meet another person who was rejected by their soulmate too and with a lot of work and trust you managed to create your own happiness through a really healthy relationship.

oikawa wasn't so lucky. he found a new girlfriend and she was everything he thought he wanted. athletic, driven and fully supportive. but why did things turn out this way then?

his new girlfriend has pushed him to his limits too much, and never reminded him to take breaks like you did. now he is hurt and needs to sit out a couple of weeks until he recovers.

she never helps him take care of his injuries either, her job tires her out. she hates it, doesn't care much for it and every day she comes home exhausted.

you used to cook dinner with him and stay up to watch a movie. she barely acknowledges him when he comes home.

was this how you felt? when he pretended you didn't exist?

and you were right. the home gym didn't work out. there wasn't enough space in the room and its hard to actually work out in there.

he realizes way too late how much of an idiot he was. you were literally a perfect match for each other. he needs you back.

but when he sees you for the first time in almost a year, you're glowing. standing next to a tall man who seems to make you so happy. he never saw you smile as wide as you are now.

so he was right in a way. there is no one like you.

but he will leave you be, he knows that's best.

kyotani kentaro

you knew kyotani was harsh, but some things he said really crossed a line. sure you may be sensitive, but anyone who is called names and made fun of would feel hurt, wouldn't they?

and when you ask him to please apologize, its always back handed. "sorry you are so sensitive" "sorry you cant take a joke"

and nothing made him angrier than when you asked him to hang out. you hadn't seen him in 3 weeks and when you asked if he wanted to just relax at your place on saturday he blew up at you. exclaiming that the weekend are his only free days. you knew that, hence why you never asked to go on dates.

he didn't speak much either. other than a few backhanded phrases, he never said much to you. so it was always up to you to fill in those silences. so you told fun stories you remembered. anything just to avoid the silence.

the last straw was when you knew he had hurt himself, so you decided to bring his favorite snacks and drinks over to help him relax. you wanted to talk to him. explain how you felt. but that night ended in you leaving and never speaking a word to him ever again.

you've found ways to move on, finding enjoyment and happiness in other places. making new friends willing to listen to you ramble on as they add another funny story of their life. and it was so different. so nice.

although kyotani enjoyed the silence, that only lasted for a day. he never realized how lively the place felt when you shared a story about how you accidentally got a rock stuck up your nose or how you had a pet snake.

and your laughter at your memories seemed to make the light pouring into the room even brighter.

and when he was tired and didn't want to leave his apartment, he didn't have anyone to bring him those chips from the convenience store, or that new tea flavor you begged him to try.

he has never realized how boring his life was until after you left.

as he trudges down the street to the convenience store, he fixates on the laugh coming from the tables in front of the 7/11. its you. that's your laugh.

you have such a big smile. is that what you looked like when you told him the story of the time you broke your families vase with your little sibling? he wishes he would have looked at you. even just once.

and as he approaches you, you make eye contact with him. your smile drops and it goes silent.

it reminds him of his home. and that's when he understands its far too late. no matter how sincere his apology was, you would never believe it.

so he will walk away. he will let you continue to be you.

and he knows it's much much better that way.

[fukurodianthus]

Cotton Candy Kisses

Synopsis: Let’s get one thing straight, confessions aren’t Ushijima Wakatoshi’s cup of tea, and the same goes for you when it comes to dealing with rejections. But then, your crackhead friends (who are done with watching two emotionally constipated fools pine for each other for two years) decide to take matters into their own hands. 

 Its a recipe for disaster, topped off with cherry coke and cotton candy.

Genre: Fluff, (a light sprinkle of angst thrown in), friends to lovers AU, mutual pining

Trigger warnings: Just a smol makeout scene lmao (not explicit), swearing(meanwhile, my mom: *disappointed brown parent noises*)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem! reader

Word count: 3k+

Author’s note: I planned to release this on valentine’s day, but my exam schedule said “no❤️”. N E ways, didnt get time to proofread it, so excuse the painful amount of errors it may have. (More unnecessary rambles notes at the end!)

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“Toshi, Terushima asked me out on a date.”

“Terushima as in Terushima Yuuiji from Johzenji? The one with piercings?” Ushijima sat on the gym floor, busy tying his shoelaces.

“Yeah.”

He sat facing away from you, so you had no way of telling how well he was taking this news.

Not like it mattered anyway.

For the last two-years, you had kept dropping subtle hints that you liked him. Hell, if baking heart-shaped red-velvet cookies for him every valentine’s day hadn’t given him the slightest hint that your feelings for him weren’t exactly platonic, probably nothing could make the stoic ace aware of your feelings.

Unless you directly said it to his face.

Wakatoshi, I like you.

Four words. There were just these four words standing between Wakatoshi and your undeclared feelings. Four words could free you from the shackles of this unrequited love that had been weighing you down for the past two years.

But what was the point anyway? He’d reject you, just like he rejected Ririka. The Ririka Hirai, captain of the girls’ volleyball team, the ace who wielded magic in her hands. Let alone the guys from Shiratorizawa, even boys from other prefectures were totally whipped for her. He didn’t even bat an eyelid before a firm ‘No’ rolled off his lips. She hated crying in front of others, but the redness in her eyes and her swollen eyelids made it obvious that her spirit had been crushed by the rejection. Her previous outgoing, warm and friendly nature had vanished within a few seconds as she withdrew herself into her shell.

If this is what rejections did to people, then you were fine with being crushed under the weight of unrequited love. And you didn’t have a Semi Eita in your life like she had, so there wouldn’t be anybody to help you out of your wallowing self-pity.

Your mind wandered back to your interaction with her yesterday, how she had pulled you into the locker room, firm hands wrapped around your wrists with no intention of letting go. You were reminded of her disastrous plan, and how you’d stupidly agreed to go along with it.

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(𝟐 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨)

“You love him, don’t you Y/N?” she asked you, cocking her head to her side as she twirled the green roots of het bubblegum colored hair. Why was she so oddly insistent on dying her hair like a meth-addicted oompa loompa? And the bigger question was, how the fuck did she look so good?

“I don’t know, Riri.” What did she expect to hear? How could you say that you weren’t half as brave as she’d been? You’d rather tend to the wounds that unrequited love caused than deal with the empty-black void of self-loathing, insecurities and embarrassment that rejection left behind.

“Y/N, I’m not a fool. I can see the way your eyes light up when he’s around.”

“So what? What the fuck should I do? Confess my feelings and get rejected? I’d rather wither under the weight of my undeclared feelings than have my soul crushed by a rejection from my best friend, thanks.” You knew you were wrong; you knew you should let go of these useless, painful feelings by confessing. Hearing him reject you would put the nail in the coffin of your one-sided love and you’d finally be free.

But you didn’t want to be free. Cowardice had this odd feeling of comfort attached to it, and you’d gotten used to it.

“Y/N, I’m not here to fight with you over a stupid himbo of a guy. It just hurts me to see you go through the same pain I had gone through. I’m just here to look out for you. I’ll give you my advice whether you want it or not, and its up to you if you’ll take it.”

You looked away. You knew that whatever she was going to say would probably make sense, she was such a smartass after all. She was never wrong, as much as you hated admitting it. Why was she such a good friend, why did she have to be so nice? It pissed you off.

“Ushijima is bad at this entire thing of love and friendships, its probably not big news to you, is it? His parents’ divorce ruined his faith in love.” She cleared her throat, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. “He doesn’t know how this entire thing of love and feelings work. Loving him is difficult, it’s like expecting an iceberg to provide you with warmth. But…” her voice trailed off.

“But what?”

“I think he likes you. He’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you. He never saved a seat for me at lunch the way he does for you. He acts...weird around you.”

“That’s bullshit Riri, he does that stuff for me because I’m his team's manager, you know?”

“You’re just as dense as him. Perfect! You’d make a great couple” she giggled, fluttering her long, black lashes.

“Why did you confess to him if you thought he liked me?”

“Oh, I was coming to that. You see, I was a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t like me back, so I thought I might as well get these stupid feelings of my chest and move on, you know? It still hurt a lot for a few days, though. Rejections sucks, that’s nothing new. And I kind of liked Semi, so it felt like I was emotionally cheating on him if I still liked Ushijima. So, I finally confessed to him after getting rid of my feelings for Ushiwaka.” She pressed her lips together and looked away, a faint blush blossoming on her cheeks.

“You and Semi are…”

“We’re a thing now, yeah.”

“I’m so happy for you Ririka!” you practically squealed, squishing her reddened cheeks.

“We had a talk yesterday and we decided that we can no longer bear to see you two emotionally constipated dummies pining for each other anymore, so we’re taking matters into our own hands.”

“What?” Your stared at her with widened eyes, praying she didn’t come up with any stupid plans to make the situation worse.

“Do you know Terushima from Johzenji?”

“Yeah, kinda, that tongue-piercing dude with an undercut, right?”

“He’s my friend and he has agreed to helping us.”

“Oh hell no.”

“I don’t take no for an answer, I’m sorry. Babe, you can come out now.”

You choked on your own spit as you saw Semi climbing out of Ririka’s locker.

“How the fuck did you even fit him in there? Was he there the whole time? What made you think sneaking your boyfriend into the girl’s locker room was a good idea?”

“Honey, that’s too many unnecessary questions, I ain’t answering them. And there’s nobody around. So, I don’t think we’ll get in any trouble as long as you don’t snitch.”

“I’m not going to snitch.”

“That’s what I thought. Now babe, tell her about our plan.”

Semi went over with the details of their plan.

Needless to say, it was a recipe for disaster, you were sure of it.

Having an affinity for all things disastrous, you agreed to their plan.

*flashback ends*

𝐈𝐈𝐈

(𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭)

“Y/N, you there?” Ushijima was done with tying his shoelaces a while ago and now stood in front of you, his tall frame cowering over you.

You snapped out of your trance.

“Yeah, I was j-just busy thinking about some stuff.” You smoothed out your skirt and gripped your bag tightly, and looking down at your feet. You could feel his gaze on your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Stuff as in…Terushima? Were you thinking about him?”

You were taken aback by his uncharacteristically direct question and looked into his eyes. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips; his brows furrowed together in…concern?

Your imagination must be getting better of you.

“Yeah, I was thinking about our date, tomorrow.”

His eyes seemed duller than usual, lacking its usual lustre.

“He doesn’t have a reputation for being loyal, you know.” His words seemed long-drawn, forced, painful. As if it physically hurt him to get these words to roll of his tongue.

He ran his fingers through his greasy olive-brown hair, his gaze still fixed on you. You became painfully aware of the silence in the empty gym room. Why was your heart beating so loudly? Was his heart beating just as loud?

His breath hitched as you stepped closer to him. You noticed the way his sweat-drenched shirt clung to his body, highlighting his well-built frame, the way his lips glistened when he licked his lips, the way his tousled hair stuck to his forehead. You almost brushed those stray strands off his face. Almost.

You spoke in a low tone, almost in a whisper. This moment seemed fragile, like treading on thin ice. It felt as if you both were in a trance and any loud noise would snap you back to reality. You wouldn’t mind being stuck in this trance for a few eternities. “Terushima is a player, a heartbreaker. You think I don’t know that? Maybe I just want to have my heart broken, Toshi. Isn't it better than loving someone who will never love me back?”

He stared at you with a blank, unreadable expression. You noticed how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he gulped, his neck and collarbones glistening with sweat.

He had no business being this hot, godamnit.          

“I just remembered, Coach Washijo wanted to have a talk with me-“ he took a step back, breaking eye contact with you.

“Coach Washijo is on a sick-leave for a week, Toshi.”

“Ah okay, right.” He turned on his heels and stormed out of the gym, the tips of his ears covered in a faint red glow.

How long will you keep running away Wakatoshi?

𝐈𝐕

(𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲)

“Yeah, chocolate will be fine.”

Terushima handed you the ice-cream cone, flashing his iconic toothy grin at you.

This park of the amusement park was quieter and calmer than the other parts. You were seated on a bench beside a  mermaid shaped fountain. Behind you, far off in the distance was a Ferris wheel, lit up in pink and red neon lights, a classic decoration that was put up in this park every valentine’s day.

“Want anything else, babe?” He sat down beside you on the bench, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Dude, you don’t have to put on such a show, you know? You don’t have to make it so realistic.”

He threw his head back and let out another one of his irritating laughs. It was pretty cute, even though you’d never admit it aloud.

“Y/N who said I’m pretending? When Riri asked me to take you out on a fake date to make lover boy Toshi jealous, I thought this would be a pretty good opportunity to score a date with a cute girl, it doesn’t matter if the date is fake or not.”

“You even bought a couple’s ticket, huh?”

“This amusement park has a special valentine’s day offer for couples, fifty percent off for each ride, aint that crazy? I was just saving my coins princess.”

“I swear to god, call me that one more time and you’ll find my foot up your ass-“

“Ooh, kinky!”

It physically hurt you to not punch him and wipe that cheesy grin off his face. “I can’t handle you Terushima-” You hungrily bit down on the ice-cream, gobbling it up in a matter of a few seconds.

Terushima's nose scrunched up in disgust. “The fuck Y/N, who bites ice-cream like that! Are you a caveman or something?"

“Aw babe, didn’t you know? I’m not like other girls.” You dramatically flicked a stand of your hair, as your pretentious, catty tone drew a chuckle from him.

“C’mon now, fake date or not lets a have a good time! I’m done sitting around on this bench, we’re in an amusement park for fuck’s sake Y/N!” He took his black leather jacket off, flinging it around his shoulders, his white shirt clung to his skin. He looked like a stereotypical bad boy out of a wattpad book written by a 16-year-old. You bit down the urge to make a sarcastic comment about his appearance.

“Get up now, you lazy butt.” He offered you a hand.

You slapped his hand away and stood up, brushing the small remnants of the ice-cream cone off your plaid yellow dress.

“Damn, you feisty.”

“Serves you right, pisshead.”

He was about to make a snarky retort when his eyes suddenly landed on someone standing in the crowd beside the ferris wheel. “Looks like lover boy is here.”

“You sure its him?”

“A hundred and twenty percent ma’am! Now go get your man!” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before winking at you. “That’ll get him riled up enough.”

“You’re such a little shit-”

“Shut up, he’s coming here, go talk to him.”

You turned around on your heels to see Ushijima making his way towards you.

“Hey! What you doing here Toshi?” You tried putting on a surprised expression, but after seeing how Terushima snickered at you, you understood that you probably overdid it.

“Uhm, did I interrupt your d-date?” Ushijima looked painfully flustered. His eyes searched your face, looking for signs of annoyance or anger.

He was surprised at how happy you looked. Didn’t girls get annoyed when someone interrupted their dates? Ah, women, such complex creatures, all mysteries of the world seem irrelevant when compared to the mystery of a woman’s psyche.

“No, not at all! Do you want to tell me something?” You cocked you head and batted your eyelashes at him playfully.

But he remained silent, lips tightly pressed together as his eyes kept flickering between Terushima and you.

“Hey Yuuji, I’d like to talk to Toshi in private, maybe you could…you know-“

“Ah that was stupid of me! I’ll leave you two to yourselves. I’ll be at the Haunted Mansion if you need me, a friend of mine works there as a part time zombie.” He pointed finger guns at you and winked. "See ya later sweet cheeks!" You saw his silhouette fade into the distance.

It was only you and Ushijima now.

The golden glow from the setting sun and the faint pink lights from the faraway Ferris wheel illuminated his face in a rose-gold glow. He sported a red flannel shirt, more specifically the one you had bought for him while shopping with Tendou last summer.

He looked ethereal.

You cleared you throat. “Toshi? You wanted to tell me something, right?”

He looked started, unsure of himself. You looked at him with anticipation, your heart almost leaping out of your ribcage.

“Y/N, for the next match Yamagata will replace Akakura as the libero because he twisted his ankle in in the hallway today.”

Unbeknowst to you, Ririka and Semi hid behind an ice-cream truck in the distance, keeping an eye on you both. They could hear small excerpts of your conversation. So, when they heard Ushijima saying something about ‘match’ and ‘libero’, they let out frustrated groans. “That dense fucker messed up yet again.” they whispered under their breaths in unison.

Disappointment flashed across your face. Was he serious? How dense could a guy possibly be?

“You came this far, interrupted my date to tell me this, Toshi? You could just have messaged me, you know?” Your voice trembled, vision blurring with tears.

So much for love.

You felt stupid, you wanted to slap yourself across your face for being naïve enough to believe that Ushijima Wakatoshi could ever reciprocate your feelings.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

You started to walk away, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your dress, when you felt a strong arm coil across you waist.

Wakatoshi pulled you close, and in an instant his lips were on yours. You didn’t spare a second thought before kissing him back, your lips hungrily melting into his. You grazed your tongue across his lower lip as he pushed you against the fountain, one hand placed on the small of your back pulling your body closer and the other under your dress, grazing your thigh. Your fingers aimlessly hovered over his chest before gently tugging him by the collar of his shirt.

When he finally pulled away, you both stared at each other, panting breathlessly, hair drenched from the light spray of water cascading down the fountain. The warmth of his lips still lingered on your mouth.

The sound of his voice snapped you out of your dreamlike trance. “Tendou and Semi told me that I wasn’t worthy enough of being Shiratorizawa’s ace if I chickened out of professing my feelings to the girl I’ve liked for two years. How could I sit back and watch that guy from Johzenji steal you away? I like you Y/N, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't."

You were about to respond when Semi’s voice rang out from behind the ice-cream truck.

“Oh my god Riri! Did you see that? They kissed! I’m so proud of my miracle boy-”

“Keep it down you dimwit, or they’ll hear us-“

You let out a soft chuckle and took Ushijima’s hand in yours. “Wouldn't it be very surprising if Semi and Riri suddenly popped out from behind that ice-cream truck, Toshi? But that's totally impossible right? Not like they'd ever eavesdrop on us-"

Semi and Ririka slowly made their way towards you, eyes downcast with guilt.

“We didn’t mean to intrude-” Semi started to explain.

“Shut your trap, you shitheads, we wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you.” You chirped, drawing them into a tight embrace.

“What do you mean Y/N?” Ushijima stared at you, confused. You stifled a chuckle.

“Well, we actually made a plan…” Ririka started explaining.

After Semi, Ririka and you explained your entire scheme to him, he stared at you, confused, open mouthed.

“You could just have told me, you know? All this to get me jealous?”

“I was scared of getting rejected, Toshi.”

“I’d never reject you!”

“And how the fuck was I supposed to know that? You never showed any signs of recognition at my hints, how was I supposed to know you liked me? You huffed.

“Well, I suppose I…nevermind.”

“No, finish your sentence!”

“Would you like to ride the Ferris Wheel, Y/N?”

“Thought you’d never ask. But first, buy some cotton candy for your lady love.” He took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with his. "Anything for my girl."

𝐕

Ushijima’s lips softly grazed you neck, his hot breath fanning across your collarbones.

The soft pink light from the Ferris Wheel lit his face up.

Wiping a piece of leftover cotton candy from your lips, he suddenly asked, “Why do you love me, Y/N?”

You thought of the times he saved extra bento boxes for you after lunch when you refused to eat properly, how he’d stayed awake, sitting in your bedside chair, taking care of you as your body burned in fever, how he’d laugh at your stupid jokes even though they weren’t anything close to being funny, or how he’d show up at your door with cotton candy and cherry coke whenever you were under the weather.

You pressed your lips against his before whispering,

“What’s there to not love, Toshi?”

Author’s rambles notes pt. 2: Ririka Hirai isn’t a very well-known character, but I decided to add her anyways because the girl’s volleyball team characters deserve some love too! You can find more about her here (if it very isnt obvious already, I find her character absolutely adorable!)

N E ways, I hope you enjoyed reading this fic(which has absolutely 0 grammatical errors and i totally didnt write this while overdosing on an unhealthy amount of coffee at three in the morning)

Reblogs would be highly appreciated!