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yenonnoff · 8 months ago

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h. iwaizumi — my time is important | part 3 (finale)

pairing: iwaizumi x gn!reader

content: mini smau series, university au, swearing, crack, fluff, friends to lovers

synopsis: you've always been a devoted volunteer; the university's bulletin board where all volunteer opportunities are posted, might as well become your second home. however, competition is high. iwaizumi hajime seems to appear out of nowhere and mercilessly fights over the last spot with you every time! why is a busy volleyball player like him spending so much time stealing your spot anyway?

a/n: dates are inaccurate but times are mostly consistent (word count: 6.8k pls forgive me)

...my time is important | part 1, part 2, part 3 (finale)

endless chatter. countless voices spilled onto the walls and tables of the cafeteria.

osamu occupied the seat next to you, his twin brother sitting on the other side. atsumu yawned, his outstretched arms almost knocked over your food.

“hey,” you frowned.

atsumu had annoyed you yesterday with one of his antics and you haven’t fully forgiven him for it. you couldn’t believe what you were reading when you saw his post about you and hajime. it’s safe to say you haven’t forgotten the incident and he hasn’t forgotten his lecture.

atsumu retracted his arms hastily, a playful “oops” escaping his lips. after another lazy yawn he asked, “do you think he saw the post?”

“no, hajime isn’t active on twitter,” you replied. “he only goes to check his messages sometimes.”

your response garnered a whistle from atsumu. “a true hajime expert,” he smiled.

sometimes you wished you could just throw him into an arena of lions and watch as he struggled. many times you thought this, however this time you were just being unfair. you were upset about how ironic the situation was. you know hajime so well and yet you haven’t properly talked to him in weeks.

sure there were fleeting moments: waves in the hallways, brief exchanges of smiles, but never full on conversations. none in person, none in text (at least none that didn’t involve the topic of upcoming volunteer events). rarely you’d stop him and engage in idle chit chat, but like always he was whisked away shortly after.

the universe was playing tricks on you. the desire to talk to him—ask about his day randomly, how his volleyball practice was, or simply talk to him without needing a reason—grew and grew. it would be unusual if you discussed these things with him. after all, you were just friends.

but you wanted to know. you wanted to ask him how he got into volleyball, ask about his high school experiences. you wanted to ask about him. was that so wrong? if you can’t do that as friends then you don’t want it.

you watched blankly as your food slid towards the right, osamu’s lunchbox coming into view.

“you’ve been distracted a lot lately, y’know that?” he said.

you smiled sheepishly. “yeah, i know.”

“here.” osamu opened his lunchbox and revealed pieces of homemade dumplings. you weren’t surprised at the display. he always made his meals from scratch and was working towards developing his own recipes. he even folded the dumplings in various fun styles. his skills truly know no bounds.

you were one of his many taste testers, and as always, there was nothing to complain about his cooking. while there’s always room for improvement, you were cont—

“this needs more salt,” atsumu said mid way through chewing.

you and osamu both looked at him. leave it to atsumu to ruin the mood.

“talk or chew, don’t do both,” you scolded.

“who said you could eat one anyway?” osamu asked, sliding his lunchbox back towards him.

atsumu swallowed the food. he pouted when his brother swatted his grabby hands away from the dumplings. he continued to frown, “oh c’mon. you know i have superior taste buds.”

“what does that even mean?” his twin sent him a look.

as they bantered, you finished packing up the remainder of your food, stuffing the container into your backpack. the two stared at you when you stood up, confusion evident in their eyes.

“you’re leaving already?”

you shrugged. “might as well get to bio early.”

you waved them goodbye and walked away from the table. the twins were going to leave soon anyway. usually you’d join them on their walk around campus or hang out with them and suna in the music room, but not today.

osamu’s words came rushing back to you: “you’ve been distracted a lot lately…”

you couldn’t deny it. this was starting to get out of hand.

in the corner of your eye you saw him. hajime iwaizumi, who you’d met coincidentally in front of your university’s bulletin board. he sat at a table a little further down from yours, his body facing your direction. he was grinning cheerfully—a rare occurrence but a striking one. you swear his gaiety could light up the whole room.

you saw the corners of his eyes crinkle. he was paying close attention to whatever seth was saying or doing—honestly you weren’t too sure. everyone else was blurred out, your focus was set only on hajime.

he laughed again.

your heart thumped chaotically and you found yourself wondering what was so funny. for a moment you’d wished you had made him laugh like that. even tooru who sat next to seth was pouting, upset that seth had said a good joke and not him.

then hajime shifted and glanced your way. first came his softened gaze, then a wave in your direction.

vermillion kissed your cheeks. you waved back hurriedly and beelined for the exit. hajime had caught you staring.

for the entirety of biology you couldn’t concentrate. your heart was still hammering against your chest and hajime stubbornly occupied all your thoughts.

the next day was solely dedicated to preparing for the festival. it’s an annual event that requires the full participation of every department; it’s an annual event that many students dread.

there are mixed feelings when it comes to the festival: the first half—setting up booths and decorations; navigating through the tight storage room; and working hectically in the heat—is a pain in the ass. this part requires the most heavy lifting and students despise the amount of work needed to be done. however, the later half—the festival fully decorated and finished with large crowds of people roaming the campus—is a wonderful sight. since admission is free to all students, they tend to have a field day after all their work.

as for you, you enjoyed every single part of the festival (both the beginning and the finished product). being able to provide assistance to other people brings you joy. the festival is just like volunteering except with the bonus of being surrounded by friends and classmates. what more could you ask for?

others were less optimistic however. all departments at Tokyo University were responsible for setting up food stands or activities. the profit made by each department goes to their respective budget; you’ve witnessed just how intense the competition gets between the different stands. the thought sends a chill down your spine.

certain departments like art, fashion design, and theatre are able to host exhibits and shows. essentially they’re exempt from having to run around in the boiling heat. but the most exciting part of the festival has to be the music concerts. last year, there were symphony orchestra and jazz band performances; this year, it’s opened up to students. your dear friend suna and his band are going to perform, and you can barely contain your excitement.

today is only preparation. the real panicking starts tomorrow, the opening day that lasts from 1 to 6pm.

you could already hear the groans of agony from students as you left your dorm. you couldn’t blame them, honestly you were sure you’ll be complaining later on as well. after all… your department along with a couple others were selected for the afternoon shift. unbelievable. extremely unfortunate.

shifts only last three hours at most and departments take turns setting up the festival. you couldn’t imagine spending the entire day trying to dig up dusty banners in the crammed storage room. still, three hours is a long time. your department just had to be picked for the shift when the sun’s at its highest. even osamu and seth weren’t this unlucky: their time slot was from 9am to 12pm. they bragged about it when they finished, sending you a selfie of them eating somewhere.

you arrived to see clusters of students spread all around campus. you rushed to sign in and meet with a Board of Activities member. the morning shift had already set up booths and stands, assembling games and activities. they had done all the basic ground work. the afternoon shift was responsible for organizing the storage room and preparing boxes of decorations and lights for the evening shift. then all they would have to do is unpack everything, set up banners and posters, and test the lights hung around the festival.

The BoA member gave you your first task: join the others in sweeping and cleaning the storage room. it didn’t take very long. everyone basically half-assed it, the room was going to become disordered and neglected again after the festival anyway. the next task was checking what decorations were available in the storage room. you were given a list of items and were instructed to find the boxes containing them. even with a group of people it took an extensive time to search the massive room. however your shift was quickly coming to a close; there was only one more task but you and the others were already drenched in sweat. hot air was constantly rushing into the storage room and it didn’t help that people were coming in more than they were leaving.

you gave yourself a pat on the back when you finally finished. the urge to take a nap and an hour-long break was strong, but there was only one more task before everyone could go home. at least the board was generous with their snacks and drinks.

when the last task came you weren’t sure if you should feel happy or exhausted. all the boxes that were checked on the list needed to be lugged to the front of the campus where it would be unpacked and assembled. it was the last task and the most laborious one at that. at least you could finally get some fresh air. you would be escaping from the suffocating and humid storage room, but your arms and legs would make you pay later.

students shuffled out of the room with boxes in their hands; many needed a partner, the trip was going to be a long and tiring one. you felt your arms grow weak just by watching your fellow schoolmates. it wasn’t like you could sit by and do nothing; BoA members were present in the room and they take preparations seriously.

you wouldn’t have minded doing the evening shift. putting up some posters and hanging silly banners didn’t sound so bad!

you could only sigh and lament on your terrible luck. you went to inspect the lightest box. someone else can get the heavier ones, it wasn’t like you had a partner to help you carry it anyway.

then voices and laughter distracted you.

it came from outside the storage room but was approaching closer and closer. suddenly you saw atsumu and other familiar faces step into the room. with his signature smug expression, atsumu waved at the BoA members. even from the back you could hear his obnoxious voice.

“yo! we’re finished with everything so we came to help.”

you shook your head in disbelief. usually he would run away from any unnecessary and taxing tasks, but look at him acting all righteous. you wondered who actually brought up the idea of helping the other group in the storage room. you would have to thank them since—

oh.

oh. he was here.

you weren’t sure why you hid, your body automatically reacted when you saw hajime enter the room. was that why atsumu was here? you were sure he had some ulterior motive.

more people were entering the space. they barely looked out of breath or covered in sweat. you turned to check the area that you were in: all the way in the back where the boxes were. there were only two or three people with you there. you needed to leave, exit the room before hajime could see you.

your thumping heart was betraying you. you knew how you felt. you were happy to see that hajime had the same shift as you; truth be told, you were hoping that he did the entire time. but not now. you couldn’t talk to him here, this wasn’t the right time or place. you needed to leave.

grabbing the lightweight box from earlier, you made sure to avoid hajime who was walking on the other side of the industrial shelves. you nearly escaped when you forgot about your annoying blond haired friend. he was still talking to the BoA member by the door, clearly trying to avoid helping out. when he turned and saw you, you regretted not staying put. everything was becoming a mess.

“y/n!” he’d sounded shocked but you weren’t convinced. he beamed, “if it isn’t my favorite person in the whole world.”

“liar. you said seth was your favorite last week.”

he winked. “this is a secret, don’t tell him.”

you rolled your eyes. compared to yours, his hair barely looked tousled. he wasn’t sweating profusely either (which actually might be a good thing). you attempted to sidestep him but he cut you off when you were about to say “goodbye.”

you stared at him. “what are you doing?”

“nothing!”

perhaps you should’ve pushed him out of the way. you should’ve distracted him and left, tell him that a pretty girl was coming and get him to turn away. but you didn’t. you fell right into atsumu’s traps.

footsteps approached you from behind and a familiar voice made you freeze in place. “y/n?” he called you. hajime was right behind you.

you couldn’t pay attention to what atsumu was saying. your eyes widened and your legs felt weak.

then, out of nowhere, atsumu snatched your box and flashed you a cheeky smile. you wanted to chase after him as he left the storage room, but hajime was watching from behind. that sneaky fox used him as a buffer! you weren’t going to forget this.

you peered over your shoulders and there he was. you felt a sense of deja vu standing so close to him in such a familiar place. the two of you were together during last year’s festival preparations as well. this’ll mark the second year.

“hi, hajime.” you hoped he didn’t notice the falter in your voice.

“hi, how have you been?” he asked and your shoulders lost their tension. why were you so nervous in the first place? there was nothing to worry about when you were with hajime.

“i’m fine.” you have no idea what’s happened since the last time we talked. “are you here to help us?”

he nodded. “i came to ask where the boxes were and saw you. i didn’t know you’d be here.”

he didn’t, but someone else did. someone who wasn’t going to get away with trapping you like this.

you weren’t ready to talk to hajime. you didn’t even know what to talk about. however you had to admit, this was the moment you’ve been hoping for. maybe it wasn’t too late to start remembering everything you’d wanted to tell him the past two weeks.

you tilt your head towards the back. “it’s this way, i’ll show you.”

“where were you guys before this?” that was the first question you wanted to ask him.

hajime chuckled, “a lot of places.”

the two of you were crouched in front of the boxes, both procrastinating on doing the task. the world seemed to slow down, the shuffling of feet in and out felt like a distant noise in the background. you both gazed at one another: hajime—who barely seemed fazed by the hot and humid room—and you—who felt time stopping, your stomach doing backflips at the way he looked at you.

“we were inside most of the time,” he elaborated. “we helped move some of suna’s band stuff into the assembly room, hung out for a bit, and then got caught by a BoA member.”

you stifled a laugh and said, “of course that happened.”

“then we were ushered to the black box and instructed to organize the backstage.”

your hand shot up at this. hajime raised a brow and watched you intently. “so while you were going from room to room with proper air conditioning, we were burning alive in this storage room?”

you stared at him with narrowed eyes and an envious frown. it wasn’t hajime’s fault but still; you wanted to visit the band room and black box too, perhaps even relax under the aircon before getting caught.

the corners of hajime’s lips curled upwards. it was subtle but you were close enough to see it. the motion sent an chilling shock through your body. your cheeks burned—either from the stuffy atmosphere or from your dark haired friend.

“it’s not as amazing when you realize how picky the theatre director was. she was basically supervising our every move.”

“oh,” you felt a wave of sympathy. “that sounds terrible.”

“can’t blame her. those props looked expensive.”

this triggered an old memory of yours, when you and the twins snuck backstage and atsumu carelessly grabbed an intricate looking sword. he swung it around like a small child who had just won a trophy. little did the three of you know, the sword was actually excalibur and was needed for a musical. nothing was damaged or broken, but you all learned a valuable lesson that day.

thinking back to that time, you realized how impulsive you were as a first-year. you laughed quietly to yourself, not realizing that hajime was still in front of you. he watched the smile creep onto your face and his features softened.

“that reminds me,” he said suddenly, “our group got to see glimpses of the rehearsal. the skits are cool, you should check them out tomorrow.”

“now you’re just showing off.”

“we also checked out the art departm—“

you nudged hajime with your shoulder. a mistake. you were both still in a crouching position and collapsed onto the floor. a thud reverberated through the room and the two of you erupted into laughter. somewhere along in the conversation you had forgotten about the blazing heat and beads of sweat that tickled down your back.

hajime helped you up to your feet, a slight grin still present on his face. you couldn’t believe you thought he was scary when you first met. standing at that bulletin board in the middle of the hallway, you thought he was intimidating—unapproachable with that surly scowl on his face. but there was more to him than you could ever imagine. you wanted to know him more; that grin of his carved a soft spot in your heart.

when you looked around, the storage room was deserted. there was only the two of you and two remaining boxes that laid on the floor. they’ve been waiting to be picked up. how long was your conversation anyway?

you chuckled hesitantly. “uh oh. looks like we should bring these out quickly.”

the walk to the front of the campus was unbelievably short. hajime listened as you rambled about trivial things: the show you watched before falling asleep last night; how ridiculous your professors were; and the meal that osamu made you last week.

the two of you arrived, passing a couple students on the way that were fanning themselves with their hands.

when hajime responded, you knew the conversation had ended. “i’d like to try that,” was all he said.

you laid the boxes on the ground, careful not to brush your fingers against the hot concrete. you heard a sigh from your left and turned. you shielded your eyes from the sun with your hand. hajime was staring at his phone, thin lines forming in between his furrowed brows.

“what’s wrong?”

he glanced your way, his hard expression easing. “it’s just oikawa.” a pause. “if you see him around, please cover for me or just ignore him.”

you tilted your head in confusion. you were about to comply when a blaring whistle caught the both of you off guard. silence, and then another one.

hajime smiled, “or not.”

once again you heard the groans of students as they scattered across campus. they weren’t groans of agony this time, they were sounds of relief. the whistle signaled the end of the afternoon shift; all tasks were checked and completed.

wait—you thought—not yet. not now.

things were starting to become normal again. there was so much more you wanted to talk to hajime about; you feared you wouldn’t have another chance after this.

you wanted to stay with him just a little longer but your body was betraying you. your legs ache and a throbbing pain was coursing through your brain. you needed a shower and a nap desperately. even if you could stay, you weren’t selfish enough to keep hajime here. while he didn’t show it, you knew he was exhausted.

crowds of students dispersed: some went back to their dorms, some went to eat, and some stayed. those with the evening shift were coming—there was no reason to stay anymore.

“y/n.” hajime called to get your attention. “are you going back to your dorm?”

you nodded.

“do you want me to walk you there?”

you swallowed hard. you never noticed how much affection he poured into his words when he was talking to you. it’s hard to notice but it’s there. your eyes traveled to his shirt where he neatly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his biceps. he was bothered by the heat after all.

you smiled at him. “i’ll be fine. thanks for the offer.”

then with a nod he left. “see you later, y/n.”

a part of you was elated thinking about the next time you’d be able to talk to him. the other part wondered if it’ll actually happen. he’d said the same thing last time and what happened? you were stuck running around in a loop, all your efforts and attempts completely shut down.

you watched hajime leave, the distance between the two of you growing more gradually. the sight left a bitter taste in your mouth. you didn’t want this. you had already come to your conclusion about your feelings towards hajime; you were just too cowardly to act on them.

he makes you feel a certain way: a desire to be close to him, hear him talk, and see him smile and laugh. you’ve never felt this way towards anyone before and that’s why you didn’t tell him. you endured weeks of pretending that everything was normal—that you were both okay with being just friends.

you were a coward, afraid that the feelings blooming in your chest would tarnish the friendship you had with him. if things didn’t work out and you had to go separate ways, you didn’t think you could handle that. not talking for weeks was bad enough; not knowing him at all felt hellish.

so you sealed away your feelings, or at least attempted to. hajime made it difficult for you to do so. everything suddenly reminded you of him and without knowing it, your feelings grew heavy in your heart until you felt it would burst.

you should’ve put an end to this a long time ago but you still had a chance. tomorrow was the festival and the perfect opportunity to confess. you’d swallow your cowardice and tell hajime your feelings. you’d face him and he’d give you his undivided attention as always.

if it’s with hajime, then you want to try.

on the day of the festival you arrived two hours before it opened.

you saw students scrambling from one place to another; it wasn’t as crowded as yesterday since coming today wasn’t mandatory. students in departments that were operating food stands or activities needed to come to organize their stations. it was ultimately their responsibility and no one else’s.

though not everyone needed to come. it only applies to those unfortunate enough to get selected or those with enough compassion to volunteer.

you came early for no particular reason. scratch that—you came hoping you’d see hajime again. you heard from tooru that he’d be here, but what did you expect when the universe’s hobby was to watch you get your hopes up? you haven’t seen him all day and it’s been weighing on your mind.

you worked under a canopy tent with the sides and back covered. kneeling over a plastic bag, you didn’t notice two sets of footsteps approaching.

“y/n!”

your head whipped to the side, your excitement giving you away.

“woah,” atsumu teased. “were you expecting someone else? what’s with the mopey expression?”

in a single moment your eagerness was wiped away and replaced with boredom. you saw atsumu pout; the pure disinterest written all over your face was enough to kill.

you went back to putting pancake mixtures on the foldable tables. “what are you guys doing here anyway?” you wouldn’t be surprised if they were picked to come help—it’s not unlikely that they were both cursed luckless at birth.

“nothing really. we came because everyone else was here,” osamu said.

“so you’re just hanging out?”

atsumu hummed. “what about you?” he was looking at the pancake mixtures on the table, his lips curled up into a smirk.

“helping out,” you said plainly.

“wha—unlucky.”

his sing-song voice received a glare from you. “i’m doing a favor for the art department.”

“and you’re gonna do their job at the festival too?”

you shook your head. when you arrived, some art students came up to you pleading for help. they were short-handed and too busy with the exhibit to set up their food stands. you couldn’t blame their desperation, this was going towards their department budget after all. “they’re coming back and taking over later.”

osamu stepped into the tent, his hands in his shorts’ pockets. curiosity coated his words. “they’re doing something different this year.”

“yeah, they’re making pancakes but you can ask them to draw stuff.”

atsumu came in after his brother, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “woah! like those videos online.”

“you think they’d be down to draw ‘tsumu’s ugly mug?” osamu pondered.

“the hell?! what did i do to you?”

you slide a cardboard box over as the two bantered. you didn’t doubt that they would: money was money and some of them were crushing madly on atsumu. they’d make him look ten times more attractive than he is and it’d unfortunately boost his ego. you shivered at the thought.

atsumu refocused back towards you, having enough of his argument with his brother. “sooo, where’s your lover?”

you stop momentarily. casting your gaze on the ground, silence overtook the tent.

“i don’t know.”

the twins shared a secretive glance at one another. they weren’t sure which was more surprising: you not correcting atsumu or the way you looked so distraught.

then atsumu’s eyes widened and he yelled, “y/n, do you li—”

osamu was quick to nudge atsumu roughly, getting him to shriek and shut up. silence sliced the air again.

“we forgot to mention that we’re looking for him,” osamu said suddenly. he turned to his brother as if trying to communicate a message. atsumu didn’t follow, only raising a puzzled brow and continuing to massage the sore part where he was elbowed.

“who’s we?”

osamu grumbled under his breath. the exchange almost made you crack into a smile.

“seth’s looking for iwaizumi and asked us to help.”

you and atsumu were now staring at osamu. confusion danced in the air.

“oh, okay.” you replied, still unsure where this was going. “oh, that thing!” atsumu bursted into laughter. nervous laughter. you eyed him weirdly as if he were a random stranger that’d just approached you. “i remember now. we seriously couldn’t find him anywhere. am i right?”

“yeah.”

you smiled. osamu didn’t hide his disgust towards his brother.

“y/n, please help find him for us.” atsumu clasped his hands together and peered at you with hopeful eyes. good thing he was aiming to play volleyball professionally; the acting industry did not need him.

“if you guys can’t find him, what makes you think i can?”

osamu shrugged. “he could be inside. we haven’t checked there yet.”

“but the stand…”

atsumu slapped a hand against his chest. “we can take over,” he cheered eagerly.

with those four words alone you darted to your feet and wiped down your clothes. even if it was awfully clear that they were lying through their teeth, you weren’t going to say no. this was an excuse to find hajime.

“perfect. just organize the food dye and squeeze bottles. then make sure to check that the pancake makers work properly.” then you were out of there, barely stopping to hear the twins groan with regret.

when you left, atsumu froze in shock at his newfound responsibilities. he didn’t sign up for this.

hajime wasn’t in the art or fashion exhibits. among the paintings and sculptures, mood boards and fashion sketches, you didn’t see anyone that resembled a spiky haired volleyball player. you continued to the theatre department where you didn’t see him either. he wasn’t in the music room; he wasn’t in the cafeteria. at some point you wondered if he had a secret hiding spot on campus somewhere, or if he had the ability to turn invisible.

regardless, you gave up and went back outside. to your surprise, you found seth standing alone by a tent.

“hi, seth. sorry, looks like i can’t find hajime after all.”

he turned around to face you. despite his clear confusion, he still smiled—typical. “what do you mean?”

“nothing,” you laughed tiredly. “this afternoon’s just been very anticlimactic.”

seth crossed his arms in front of his chest. “if you’re looking for hajime, he and tooru went to buy supplies.”

ah. your mouth hung open in realization. that's why you couldn’t find him anywhere, he wasn’t even on campus. you wished you knew that before walking all over the place.

“is that why tooru wasn’t answering his messages?” you asked.

“oh, that was because some girl asked for his number earlier and the dummy gave it. he’s probably ignoring his phone on purpose.”

you sighed. your friends were hopeless. “that’s good then. at least i know hajime isn’t hiding in a secret spot somewhere.”

“secret spot? oh, no—you’ve got the wrong person. that’d be tooru. he knows a bunch of amazing spots on campus.”

“and he didn’t tell me?” you huffed in disbelief. the two of you shared a laugh before silence washed over the conversation.

“i’ve come to my conclusion, seth. i want to try it, confess how i feel and pray things work out.”

seth didn’t respond at first, only staring up at the sky. today wasn’t as tortuously hot as yesterday; it was supposed to get cooler later towards the evening. “don’t worry. i know it’ll work out, it’s you and hajime after all.”

“and if things change?”

he smiled. “things are meant to change. even if they’re bad things, just know you tried, y/n.” then you saw mischief swirl in his brown eyes. “so, when did you figure out you like him?”

you blinked at his gleefulness. seth has always been interested in these kinds of topics. you tap a finger against your chin, thinking about an answer to give. truth be told, you weren't sure. was there a clear point where you realized it? you thought about hajime’s subtle but warm actions, his honest but comforting words. they’ve always made you feel some sort of way; perhaps your feelings towards him were developing slowly but surely this whole time.

but to answer seth’s question, you could only say, “i’m not sure. my heart’s become weak lately. whenever i see him, it doesn’t know how to act.”

seth’s smile widened when he saw your genuine expression. “yeah, that happens sometimes.”

a sudden notification on his phone disrupted the conversation. one moment he’s all cheery, and the next he’s rushing to type a message. he caught your confused stare and said, “it’s 1pm. rin’s texting me to come to the music room. sorry y/n.”

“music room? suna? for what?”

“oh,” he slipped his phone back into his back pocket. “that’s right, i haven’t told you yet. i’m performing with rin’s band as a guest singer.”

your eyes widened and an excited grin spread across your face. “an aspiring fashion designer who’s popular with everyone, is now performing with suna’s band—what can’t you do?”

“i can’t wait to see you and hajime at the show,” he winked.

you opened your mouth to reply but it never came. you only nodded and waved as he rushed away.

there were still things you wanted to talk about with seth—“what if” questions that still plagued your mind.

but you needed to hurry, the festival was already starting. you could only focus on the thought of getting to see and talk to hajime again.

you hoped at the very least that he’d still smile softly at you.

returning back to the festival was a chaotic nightmare. the campus was drowned in twinkling lights and hoards of people. some were students you recognized, others were random family members and high school students. this was the liveliest you’ve ever seen the festival got. people busied themselves in front of food stands and information booths; they blocked walkways and occupied the limited number of benches around campus.

lively but troublesome. your chances of finding hajime just plummeted to the ground.

you took out your phone and read the time: 3:30pm. before this, you stopped by your dorm to shower and get changed. your notification center was filled with old messages from an hour ago. a majority were from your group chat with the twins.

they had bombarded you with messages and pictures: one was of them with food stuffed in their mouths. you type back an apology and ask them if they’ve seen hajime. atsumu instantly replied: havent seen him

you start making your way down the endless aisle of food stalls. you steered away from large crowds, texting everyone you knew if they’ve seen him.

you were desperate. you wanted anything at this point, even a single clue about where he might be.

you stopped to scan your surroundings, a notification catching your eye. it was from osamu and sent to the group chat: i see him hes with oikawa

without skipping a beat you headed towards osamu’s location. you didn’t have a plan, you were going into this head first. you’d have to worry about what to say later, you just wanted to see him right now.

when you stopped again, you saw him standing alone. he was off to the side and away from the crowd.

“hajime,” you said, stepping closer. “you’re a hard person to find.”

he watched as you caught your breath. “were you looking for me?”

yes, you wanted to say. you were looking for him all day.

but you only nodded in response. there was no running away anymore, no more waiting around for something to happen.

“hajime, there’s something i need to tell you.” he nodded and crossed his arms, his unique way of telling you he’s listening. you shook your head. “not here. can we go somewhere else?”

you had no idea where “somewhere else” might've been. you saw people every turn that you took. hajime must’ve seen your despaired expression because he pointed you in a different direction: the back of the festival.

it was a grassy field that stretched for miles on end. you’d forgotten about this area, too exhausted and confused to think properly. you saw small groups of people set down picnic blankets and relax in the sun. they were sitting farther down the field and away from the festival. this was the perfect spot to talk to hajime one on one.

when he sat down on the grass, he patted the empty space next to him. you followed him, your heart suddenly heavy in your throat. what are you going to do now?

“is it okay here?”

you hummed in response. no more running away, you reminded yourself. no more waiting either.

“hajime, i’m sorry.” you saw him tilt his head towards you, his gaze intense. “i’m sorry for making you wait so long, sorry for not noticing everything sooner.”

something shifted in his expression then. the small smile that he’d always reserved for you and you only, faltered.

you rushed to clarify but he beat you to it. “so you know.”

yes, you knew. you always wondered what would happen if atsumu hadn’t accidentally told you that day. if he didn't have such a big mouth and if you continued to remain clueless about hajime’s feelings. would he confess? would your relationship never change?

but you were glad to know. you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for that day.

you confirmed, “i know. i should’ve noticed it sooner; were you going to keep it a secret forever?”

“for as long as i could, yes. but it seems you already found out.”

you shook your head. “i didn’t find out, i was told on accident. i’m sorry. you’ve done so much for me and yet i didn’t even notice how you felt.”

“i did those things because you deserve it, y/n. you deserve that and more. i was fine with just being your friend.”

but what about now? how do you feel about me?

you swallowed the questions in your throat. “thank you for volunteering with me, for everything you’ve done. but—“

the words stopped. you could only look at him.

“but how do you feel now?”

the question barely left as a whisper, you wondered if he could even hear you from where he sat. even now there was distance between the two of you. you were sitting far away from one another.

it was a suffocating question—the answer would be much worse.

it took him a moment to reply. you both sat still but the world around you continued to move. the trees and grass danced in the wind, but your focus was on hajime only.

then he spoke gently. “y/n, do you feel uncomfortable by this? i was scared this would happen so i gave you space.”

space. that explained the distance between you two. everything was for you; he was always thinking about how you felt. god, you felt horrible.

the grass tickled your palm but you could only think about how to end this mess. you wanted to tell him everything: the butterflies he’s given you; the energetic beating of your heart whenever he was around; and the way you couldn't imagine being strangers with him.

distance. you hated it. you wanted to close the gap, reveal everything and hope that he’d accept you still.

you shake your head, hopefully for the last time. “no. i’ve never been uncomfortable by this. i was confused but not anymore.”

you inhaled deeply. “i like you more than you think, hajime. you’re so incredibly kind and patient. i want to try and make this work. if it's with you then there’s nothing to worry about.”

you weren’t sure if that was what you were supposed to say, but you hoped he got your message. you poured your feelings out to him. all that’s left to do was wait.

hajime had broken eye contact a long time ago, his focus was elsewhere. your stomach churned at all the poor ways this could end. then, hajime covered his face with his arm. you saw it: the bright smile he tried to conceal and the redness of his cheeks.

“you stole my line, y/n. i was supposed to say that.”

you thought your heart would burst. the sight of him smiling so pleasantly had you frozen in place. your heart really has grown weak.

you grinned at him, a similar reddish hue appearing on your cheeks. the feeling was mutual. everything was okay.

hajime stood from his spot and walked towards you. he lowered his hand and helped you up, just like that time in the storage room. then he interlocked your fingers together, his hand warm and inviting.

when you gave it a gentle squeeze, his unoccupied arm went up to cover his face again. you both knew this would take time to get used to.

you heard him mutter a small “thank you,” his face still hidden by his arm.

this was worth it. he was worth all the running around and confusion.

“you can tell me ‘thank you’ when we get to suna and seth’s concert. everyone’s waiting.”

hajime’s gaze fell on your smiling face and he nodded. you wondered how you didn’t notice his feelings before. they were so obvious, a single look into his eyes and you would know.

you also wondered how the others will react when they see this: you hand-in-hand with a flustered hajime. the sight would be priceless and the concert was the perfect way to end everything.

a/n: i am so sorry for the written portion. i was too ambitious. i am also very tired so i hope u liked this! @kqbukimono this one is for u <3

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #hq smau #hq x reader #hq x yn #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi smau #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff

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utilitycaster · 3 months ago

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Wow your Orym tags really are an eye-opener. You are totally right and now I understand the bitterness about this character a little better. I've seen a lot of "...but C3 is supposed to be this and that" takes and I guess a lot of people think they are owed a certain storyline?

Yeah. People feeling as though they're owed a certain storyline is not new nor exclusive to Critical Role; it's been pretty common in fandom for years (see this excellent post that I still think about). But the particular blame being placed on Orym is a fun new twist on this theme.

I'm sure there's people who hate Orym for other reasons; shipping wank is another very common form of entitlement to a particular storyline. I must admit when it comes to Twitter I think some people just yell random lies out into the void to hear their own voice because there is no underlying logic to any of it. But I do think a large number of people who have been blaming Orym for everything for what is now the majority of the campaign are doing so because he has consistetly refused to entertain the idea that Ludinus makes any valid points from the start, and the narrative has pretty much only rewarded him for that.

A lot of people really thought that Campaign 3 "all bets are off" didn't mean like, messing with the narrative structure (they hate when that happens by the way. they acted like Downfall and the Solstice Split and the fact that this has been a very plot-driven campaign rather than one about character backstory are all fucking violations of the Geneva convention the way they carried on, and I say this as a person who can complain) but rather that Critical Role, a D&D-based fantasy, would shed those pesky two previous campaigns of canon (unless of course earlier canon helps them make a point. I truly cannot believe someone made like 5 alts and harassed me and all my mutuals for an entire evening over hypocrisy for...liking one ship more than another when these idiots exist) in order to become some kind of deeply pathetic "French Revolution Except Instead Of Kings It's Gods" historical re-enactment.

We're at the point where like, nothing has validated them and everything they've claimed the gods have done, Ludinus or the Weave Mind have done like, tenfold. As mentioned, the people who were like "oh my god STOP SAYING HUBRIS anyway obviously Bells Hells would NEVER see the gods as relatable" just watched Laudna and Imogen be like "wow, they're flawed and conflicted and a fucked up family just like us." I shit you not, I saw someone criticize FCG's relationship with the Changebringer because "he had to work for it" as if that's not like...how literally all relationships work if you're not an utter black hole of entitled self-absorption. The Kreviris Imperium wants to straight up colonize all of Exandria but they turn a blind eye. There's someone out there talking about putting Rashinna's head on a pike for being willing to endanger the poor Ruidusborn children that...Liliana (probably to some extent coerced by Ludinus to be fair) could have left alone to live out their lives on Exandria. People genuinely channel some anti-abortion "but What About The Disabled Children? Shouldn't Pregnant People Be Forced To Carry And Parent Them" style arguments at Alma's "hey, we have people delay birth for like half an hour so their children don't have The Psychic Migraine Disorder That Made Imogen Possibly Suicidal". The arguments have devolved into "well, canon isn't real" and "but the status quo" as if there aren't ALIENS FROM SPACE SPEAKING AT THE DRAGON VATICAN. How STUPID do you have to be to think that wouldn't change the entire world. Or, to get back to this ask, how desperate are you to maintain the illusion that you are going to get a wish-fulfillment campaign that never once existed? So yeah. They blame Orym because otherwise they have to blame literally the entire cast, and themselves.

#answered #Anonymous #i genuinely do try not to make assumptions about people's personal lives bc it generally hurts one's argument if you're wrong #when i talk about religious trauma projections i have the receipts on file & backed up in case someone decides to start shit #but uh. i do expect that some of these people are like 19 and stupid and will get better. but some will be hardcore conservative in 20 year #anyway. i don't know how to put this but. multiple deeply stupid people have tried it with me this week. i do not know why.#do not. i tried calling people idiots to their faces and they kept talking so it's blocking time.

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year ago

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Ch. 81 // Can your hear me? // Day 55

Contents (Warnings): Lynette gets to go back to work (slight angst and teasing, g/t, blood mentions, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 2,600 +

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Could not find one, because the tonal shifts. Sorry! If you have a suggestion though, I am all ears!

Side note: This chapter will be with Lynette's part in third person (I'm playing/testing with it). If it's too disorienting this far into the story, go ahead and send me a message on this post! And or if you like this better, do the same!

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Alexander

It's bad enough when she's her normal height. Alexander perfectly pictured her barely at his chest. But now she's pretty much the size of an actual shrimp.

His hunger started to take hold because of how easy it would be to pluck Lynette off the table and swallow her. Her smell gave him that familiar giddy rush, so sweet and saliva-inducing. At least, that's the reaction his body always provided, and it'd never settle until he satisfied it.

What's stopping me? It's lunch. His hand lifted from the table, reaching toward her, then stopped before his fingers grazed her back.

Right.

He turned his head and yelled, "HEY, DRAKE, ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING GET YOUR GAME OR WHAT?!" His eyes refused to leave her. Then he smirked and snapped back from the sass Drake dished out. Glad you're back to your asshole self.

"And you say I stare a lot." He heard her voice whisper.

Alexander rolled his eyes, "You're tiny, you know how te-"

"I don't need an explanation!"

You brought it up. Alexander thought, rolling his eyes.

"Do you know what we are playing?" June lowered himself down to the table's curved edge. His eyes were the only thing visible, as well as his fingers tapping at the surface of the wood.

"Drake didn't mention what game it was." Lynette said, "I don't even know if it's something I can play."

Probably not. He has nothing to gain if you lose.

Alexander slid his eyes over to look at June, who was on his left side. "What are you betting?"

June popped up, "Betting?" It took him a second. "I forgot you guys make silly bets!"

"Silly," A hushed grumble escaped her. "I'm sure they'd call it fun."

He tipped his head to the side and rested his thumb on his right temple, "you mean annoying."

"What else am I supposed to-" She shut her lips and moved her eyes elsewhere, "you guys just get some weird kick out of torturing me."

His smile ticked up, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" He leaned over the table, closer to her, "If anything, flaunting your damn scent everywhere and not letting me eat you is torture."

"I don't want to get eaten, Xander!" Her squeaky statement popped from her vocals. She still lacked the necessary knack for yelling.

"Then quit."

She flicked in his direction again. Her tongue pressed at the inside of her cheek. She looked to Claudia, then back to him. A flame of stubbornness in her eyes. "I'm not going to quit."

"Then don't complain about it, I have to eat, and you're convenient."

She shivered, "you don't have to."

"I do; why else would I eat people. For fun? That's fucking stupid."

He saw her expression drop into confusion. He rewound the words he said in his head. Why are you looking at me like that?

"What?"

June spoke first, "I don't think eating people for fun is stupid; you can keep them close inside you. Like a big hug."

Lynette's lip quivered, "that's one way to see it."

"Your friends sound weird," Alexander said.

Claudia came over next to Alexander, "I sometimes eat people for that strange sensation inside."

"Course you would," Alexander said. He eyed the black-haired male who approached the table, "Are you about to tell me you got some weird ass reason to eat people too or what?"

Drake put the rectangular white box with no lettering down on the table. "No." He put two hands on either side of it. "I drink from people when I need it...or if they deserve it."

The second part made Alexander chuckle, "deserve it." He took another glance at the tiny human in the giant breakroom.

Lynette met his stormy blue hue. She backed up closer to June and stammered, "I've done nothing to deserve it!"

Alexander smirked, "never said you did, shrimp."

...

Lynette

It was the first round of Jenga.

"You asshole!" Alexander cursed. The tower toppled over when he grabbed his first piece.

Lynette fought to contain her laughter. He's going to get me back worse tomorrow if I laugh.

Drake, however, didn't hold his back. He cackled and even added, "Mind fixing that for us?"

Alexander mimicked the request mockingly. Lynette watched the black wooden blocks stack back in place.

"You're fingers are too fat to grab the pieces." Claudia further teased, standing next to him. She quickly plucked one of them out effortlessly.

"I'll use these fatass fingers to choke you, you little demon," he uttered, carrying a scowl.

Claudia stuck her tongue and placed her piece at the top.

It was Lynette's turn. She stepped closer to the tower. Given her size, she couldn't reach past the fourth row.

She put her hands out to press at a piece but was quickly scooped up from behind. She yelped.

"I can help you, Lynette. Which piece do you-"

Drake interrupted June's chime-in, "if you make an error pulling it out, it would be on you, not her. So, she has to do it."

June gently lowered her back onto the table. "I didn't think of that, sorry Lynette."

She felt relieved to be on solid ground again.

She turned and smiled at June, "Thank you anyway, June."

She studied every piece at her eye level or below and walked around the tower until she locked onto one. She dropped down to her hands and knees and wormed her way into the bottom middle piece.

It slid out easily. It was a good thing for Lynette, too, as one of the rules was as soon as you touched a piece, you'd have to take it out.

Drake put it on top for her and continued to his turn.

Lynette made sure to step back in case it fell.

The redhead thought she had a chance until she noticed Claudia taking from the bottom rows too. Purposefully.

So, unfortunately, Lynette couldn't grab anything higher and had to admit defeat.

She pouted and sat with her back on the empty chair across from Alexander. Glad to see you back to your regular shenanigans, Claudia. Lynette said in her head, wearing a pouty expression.

And not the next round after; Claudia was out too.

She walked to the chair behind Lynette. Claudia dropped her chin on the table, "that piece looked loose."

"It's Karma for taking my pieces." She said, feeling relieved to see June and Drake against each other. Neither of them would eat me.

Claudia's slightly pursed lips slacked her speech, "ib bus bun knee-" She lifted her chin to correct the problem, "It was funny to see you reach for the higher pieces."

I guess being friends with you doesn't necessarily mean we're on the same side, huh? Not that Lynette didn't expect that. Her lungs released a little levity, "at least Xander's out too."

The suntouched fae snickered, "Yeah." Then her shoulders raised, and she gasped, "oh-oh-OH!"

She plucked at the back of her shirt and brought Lynette back dangerously close to her face.

"Claudia-"

"I'm waiting for them to approve some of the things I left at my old house," Claudia whispered to Lynette. "That includes the thingie I was working on for Mr. Meanie."

Lynette's struggle died down. The redhead peered across the way at him. She chose to ignore all the times he took glances at her. He's more focused on the game right now.

"Thingie?"

Claudia bobbed her head like a fishing bobber in water, "you think I fully forgave him for wasting that siren potion? No way." She poked Lynette's abdomen with her free hand, "If I get the item back, you can make a bet with him, and when you win, he can't eat you or anyone for a little while."

Lynette glanced back, "R-really?"

"Yeah! You just have to pick a bet you'd win...and speaking of bets." She put her cheek to Lynette's tiny body, "When is it going to be my turn?"

Lynette answered without hesitation. "If you come on Monday, that'll work." The tiny human didn't want another day with one of Lev's games.

The suntouched fae let go of Lynette and hopped in her seat. It startled Drake, and he accidentally toppled the tower.

His head slowly turned to Claudia.

Claudia nervously chuckled, "...sorry, Drake."

...

Lynette rode in June's pocket after that. He had asked her if she wanted to be eaten, which she politely declined. Much like before, and to her relief, he didn't try to eat her anyway.

I know Xander would never let go, but the morning crew would be perfect, besides Beatrice.

Lynette did recall the bit of unease she had with Zane. He openly admitted to eating humans.

I'm sure it'd be scary if he had his focus on you, especially if he's as cunning as Zilla.

She heard June's voice from above. He was no longer swaying, so Lynette figured he had finished sweeping.

"I just realized I never asked how have you been, Lynette?" June pulled open the pocket slightly to peek down at me.

Her forest green eyes met the slime's bright blue. A lot has happened since I last saw you. She felt like she had been gone for at least a year.

Each memory held the sting of a freshly opened wound, some at which she still left the dagger inside. There are things she hadn't mentioned to Wicks, specifically Ace, or how fast she was sliding down a hole of distrust.

She even felt ashamed of her thoughts when she held Kalin back. She didn't want that to be the last time she saw her family.

Claudia deserved a chance.

And her mind refused to unpack the whole situation with Lev. Lev, not so much. She knew that wasn't entirely true, she wouldn't treat him with any malice or hate. Just ignore him when possible.

After noticing June's gleam, Lynette realized her lack of response and replied quickly.

"Uh," she cracked a fresh, crisp smile. "A little hectic but fine; how about you, June?"

He took a second, almost like he picked up the very subtle trembles in her voice. He cheerfully smiled, "Great so far! And it will be even better next weekend. I'm going on a trip with Elliot to see some of his family!"

Lynette smiled, "that's sweet." June's joy brought upon her own.

I should strive to be the same. Then Lynette remembered her situation and sighed. But it's not like I can fully relax being here. She let out a yawn. If I'm staying, I have to prove that I can.

Lynette heard her ringtone, and June let go of the pocket. He was on the move again, retrieved her from the pocket, and put the phone next to her on the counter. It was right near the dishwashing station where Drake was.

She went to swipe and answered it the best she could. Oh no, it's Wicks.

...

Drake

He eyed Lynette from behind his bangs. He watched her fail to swipe once. He went to dry a hand on his pants to help her, but she had it.

He immediately recognized the voice she put on speaker. "Lentils." The bean?

"hey, Wicks..." Her nervous sputter told Drake that she had some guilt.

"I haven't received an update yet."

Lynette pressed at her phone case, "I forgot and remembered when you called."

"I didn't." The uptight anxiousness flicked with each word, "If you're going to be hanging out with those Monsters, I want to make sure you're okay."

Those monsters. Drake grumbled in his head. However, upon further evaluation, he couldn't help agreeing.

He honestly wanted to blame it on Lev and Alexander and call himself a saint. That's bullshit. If she didn't remind me of... His head dropped. The suds below his fingertips occasionally popped.

The sounds around him, conversations, whirling of items, and anything else were repelled from his ears.

A disgusting frustration crawled up his vocal cords. It tried to pry open his lips.

"Drake."

He swallowed back the taste of those bitter words, and his wine-red eyes floated from the suds to her face. How long was she talking to me?

"Yeah?"

The melody of her unsteady beats played in his ears. Nothing irregular about them except for her unease.

"Hey, Bat Boy!" Alexander's voice rang from beyond the kitchen door rim.

Drake flicked back with annoyance, "What did you just-"

"I was calling you," Alexander studied both Drake and tiny Lynette near the sinks. "What's-"

Drake held his discontent and sighed, "What did you want?"

...

It took a little while for Drake and Lynette to get to his house. He had gotten the cage from Alexander earlier. He was surprised Alexander even kept it and remembered to bring it.

He hadn't gone on a hunt like Alexander, either. He went straight home, got dressed for bed, and, much like before, sat wide awake in bed. He wanted to sleep but felt too restless. He tossed and turned, every so often glancing at the cage. He couldn't silence his thoughts. He even considered going to his hidden room in the mansion.

I could imagine the ridicule if Lynette knew what was in there. He placed all his pillows in a pile, wrapped his blanket over his head, and every pillow he could reach on top of it. It didn't do much, but his body eventually passed out after two hours of that method.

...

The room was dark, with what he believed to be mannequins scattered about. Though every one of them had been struck with heavy Gaussian blur.

He kept his distance at what seemed to be the center of the room. He assumed they were all facing away from him.

"Heya, flawless." The sound came from his left.

His anger sizzled like a few drops of water on a bonfire. He whipped his head in that direction—nothing moved.

"Over here~" The voice cooed now to his right.

Drake's nose scrunched. He flicked in that direction. "You suck at this, don't you? I bet short fuse would have caught me already."

"Shut up."

They whispered near Drake's ear, "What, still haven't accepted how weak you are?"

Drake swatted at the side where the whisper came from.

"That's why everyone doesn't even see you as a threat." It sounded like it came from everywhere.

Drake searched and searched. The abandoned room with torn wallpaper felt like it was spinning. He managed to strike a few of the mannequins in the room.

Their supply seemed endless.

He huffed, about to yell for the curly-haired blight to show himself, but then he felt a finger stroke past his hair at his neck. "no one will take you seriously unless you can kill me.~"

Drake let out a harsh bursting hiss, "then-STOP-MOVING!"

His claws extended out and struck the person behind him. He twisted them inside their chest with a sick satisfaction.

Though foul-smelling, their blood was something he had been waiting to see. His eyes flicked up to their face. He wanted to see the terrified pain they felt.

Then, his body froze. The only thing that moved was his smile. He was the one shock had struck.

He didn't even flinch as they coughed up blood onto his face.

"Al...Alex-" His throat locked up.

His best friend fell backward from his clawed hand. Drake couldn't hear his heartbeat.

"GOOD JOB," his enemy came from behind too fast and pieced into Drake from behind with what looked to be a sword. "Flawless." They said.

Drake gripped at the blade that tore into his throat. Once his blood fell, the mannequins were no longer blurred. They all turned in his direction to watch it.

"Now that he's out of the way, let's give the people what they want, shall we?"

The laughter boomed as the sword was brought up his neck and split his head in half.

...

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perelka-l · 5 months ago

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You’re a fucking icon and I hope you know it.

People complain all the time about seeing shit they don’t want to see but guess what? THE BLOCK BUTTON IS RIGHT THERE! TAG FILTERS ARE RIGHT THERE!

To all those who are scared, take your time to build up courage and know that people sending you threats/shaming you for the things you like is NOT YOUR FAULT. Being loud and proud about what you like unabashedly is beautiful. You enjoying yourself is what matters.

Also love your art. Especially the exchamps one where they’re both covered in scars and bloody. It’s so feral and I love it. Plus Draycest very good! I can’t decide which I like more: Drayden being aware of Drayton’s attraction to him and waiting for him to make a move, or Drayden not knowing and trying desperately to hide his own attraction to Drayton 👀

Thank you, anon, but I just do similar thing I ever did. At least now I can put things I believed in in words and direct myself more easily where my belief is, but essentially... Yeah. If that is a thing that has to be said and I can say it, hey, might just as well do it. And as I said, it really breaks my heart to see fans be so scared out of this fear. If anything I say coaxes someone out of it, makes someone feel more brave, I can be only happy.

I can fully second what you said. Although it's okay to be scared too, but please remember that online fandom gives you tools to keep out of fire and not put yourself at risk of anything but angry words of someone with no importance. Also indeed pride is a good word here. It's pride month, and something something kink something your fav gays something it's all connected. You get what I mean.

(Plus, c'mon, as I look at jpn fandom I can see everyone get into race who can draw more Kieran in microbikinis, why the fuck they can have fun and not us!!! (I am gonna draw that once I finish online bit of comic ywy))

I think the issue with "the block button is here" is an approach. It feels natural to you, because you know not everything is for you,, you carve out your own space, and that's fine. But for them, if they see something, the thing is on their territory, not other way round. It's not enough to look away, they want it gone from their space - and their space is for them the entirety of where they look.

If there is light shining in your eyes, you just move out of its path or hide in shadow, they want the source of light gone but won't move an inch.

(For fuck's sake, someone recently left a comment on my semi-abandoned instagram on a post from 2020 (???) with DanHiru (two naruto old men) kissing, throwing a hiss how disgusting it is that Hiruzen is gay and how they "never want to see this again"?? Like, how does one even FIND this kind of stuff on INSTA for starters. I was so baffled...)

Thank you for your love as well ;w;)b I feel like I really went hard with this art haha, I am unsure if I'll be able to top it anytime soon. I am so stupid proud of it, fr...

Draycest for me is very appealing when Drayden is aware of Drayton's crush, of Drayton's deep, deep desire. I saw some scenario on other side of fence that Drayton possibly could be a pretty much free use slut to try and make Drayden furious, maybe jealous, definitely angry for him. There is an element that Drayton would trust him, would allow himself to be vulnerable and open in his grandfather's arms and it's a rare thing for this guy... But then, Drayden might not even know where such behavior stems from. Maybe though it awakens something more protective or possessive within him...

I love the thought of Drayden harboring his own desire, one that repulses him to no end. Drayden is a type to stick to roles, he's an upstanding man, a mayor, a public person. That little perversion, that dark lust, the fact that he looks at his own grandson and wants. I like the thought that dragon trainers are a bit specific and pretty dragon-like in some behaviors and Drayden is an old man, tempered, wise dragon type... And then there is something that isn't even denied to him but he has to deny himself.

They are so tasty, it makes my head spin... Waaaaaaah...

#i have a lot of thoughts about draycest and omegaverse too but i must stop here bc this answer is long and i havea comic to finish #thank you lovely nonnie #i deeply appreciate you mwuah mwuah #answers #anon #anonymous

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justagalwhowrites · 6 months ago

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Hey bestie. I feel like I owe you an apology. I'm the one who sent the ask about Joel and Goldie driving me nuts. I saw your post earlier and I felt so bad. They are driving me nuts but I love them too. Please don't say it's not a fun fic to read. It is. I just need them to realize they love each other and always have and then fuck a million times!

OMG NOOOO BESTIE! Don't apologize!!!! You're totally OK and I appreciate you sending the ask and everything. I didn't post that just because of your ask by any means. A lot of people have said very similar things in asks and comments both on here and on AO3 and I get it. I tend to read comments and asks sent my way with the idea that they where shared with the best intentions and that no one is setting out to be overly critical or complain or anything like that but if everyone is feeling frustrated, I don't want to drag things down, you know? I feel like I'm kind of asking you guys to slog through them untangling their relationship while figuring out who they are as people now that they can kind of exist somewhat as themselves outside of others (Gale for Goldie, Sarah for Joel now that she's at an age where she's not as dependent on him for every little thing.) Not only have I kind of asked you guys to just... do that, I've asked you guys to do it at basically a glacial pace because I'm hardly posting stuff lately. It's not that I don't want to be writing and sharing more, trust me! I just haven't had the time but y'all are the ones stuck waiting for me to play catch up as a I fall further and further behind on what I want to be doing. Anyway, please don't feel bad and please don't apologize!!! Not on you at all and I'm sorry I made you feel that way!

Love you!!

#send asks #kit answers #halcyon

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deepestuniversallove · 2 years ago

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Just a long vent about a specific niche fandom. Don't read if you don't want to hear me rant.

I just need to vent here for a little bit, and I am sorry if this i all incoherent.

I hate what fandom has become. What tumblr has become. What I have become.

I never used to be this way and never used to feel anger before, or jealousy or those 'ugly' feelings, as I was never allowed to. Being raised by a narcissist, you become a people pleaser and you learn quickly that you are never to show any negative emotions. Anger isn't permitted, disgust and unhappiness isn't permitted. As a good slave you don't need to have these emotions, so you learn to supress them to the point where you aren't ever feeling them consciously.

So all of this is so new to me. To actually f*cking hate the guts of some people on here. To fucking hate that they are so damn popular when all they do is shitposting and meme-ing the one that means so much to me to death. And even blocking them won't do a thing because tumblr still shows me their shit, or some fan is gushing about their stuff where I see it, and it just annoys the piss out of me. The tag I used to browse has been rendered useless to me here on tumblr. I long for the days when I was able to just see some nice art of him alone or serious discussions about him, like character analyses, or sharing obscure facts about him.

I don't even know why exactly it pisses me off so much - and I don't want to be the "Fun Police" here; everyone should still be able to do as they please and make whatever the fuck they want on their tumblr blogs, even if it is shitposting. Even if their stories don't make any logical sense at all.

I guess... I just wish Fandom wasn't so dumb with what ultimately are just headcanons. They are taking those stories as if they are canon when they are just fan creations, to the point where they harrass other creators who might come up with other things. For example, if you hate on Mewtwo x Newtwo because it would be "incest", then you are WRONG, because canonically, it was never proven that they were siblings. Canonically, there is no reason to think that Mew is the Mother who actually gave birth to Mewtwo (if you follow the movie-verse, that is. In the games, she did give birth to Mewtwo).

And sure, I realize that me criticising those fan creations is also taking headcanons way too seriously, but... I can't explain it entirely. I just want to be able to state my opinions. Be the one person that isn't always congratulating them on every creation, but also points out the flaws in their storytelling so that they, I dunno, may improve? I am frustrated that I can't even do that - I was told to shut up, or post my opinions on my blog only, probably so that my thoughts aren't seen by anyone and get buried. But I am fucking tired of that. I grew to hate being invisible. I hate making myself small for the benefit of others. Can't I be loud and angry for once in my life? Even if it is on the internet about something stupid? For once in my life, can't I voice my disdain for something after a lifetime of not being allowed to? After AvPD makes this nigh impossible of a feat for me?

One dissenting voice won't harm the popular creators anyway - they have thousands of adoring fans who will wholeheartedly take anything they make and not question it at all. They will go on and create what they want anyway, so what hurt does it do to say "hey, maybe this idea needs some ironing out because it doesn't make sense?"

On another note, I wish that if anyone here has a problem with me to not harrass people that may know me/are friends with me. I saw some anon going around and complaining about me to them - I'd rather you take your complaints to me directly than to them, since they got nothing to do with what I create or do.

For example, I saw someone who told an acquaintance of mine that it is hypocritical of me that I have Babytwos but "attack" others for doing the same. Listen, it is not that others have Babytwos that I critiqued, it's the METHOD of having them via a flower pregnancy when Mew is not a plant type and Mewtwo isn't either. It doesn't make any sense and I should be allowed to say at least that much without getting bullied in turn. That is really all I ask for. Getting Babytwos via cloning, test tubes, artifical insemination at least makes sense. Other than that, go ham and make as many Babytwos as you all want!

I also got told that I am not the owner of Mewtwo the character. Thank you, I know that. Where have I claimed I was? And if I feel a bit possessive over him, well, I got a damn reason for that. He saved me from unaliving myself TWICE. Thus he means a lot to me. I have been in love with him genuinely for 23 years. He is my guiding light. And while it is funny to see the occasional joke with him or a shitpost here and there, if it is constant, it just feels like you are treating him as nothing more than a joke. To me, he isn't a joke, he saved my life. I wouldn't have been posting on tumblr or anywhere at all since 2017 if it wasn't for him. So excuse me if I am a bit possessive over him.

Overall, I just wish people weren't so trigger-happy to take a contrary opinion as an attack immediately. I am not attacking anyone. You will never find me sending any hate DMs or Hate asks to anyone. I don't do that shit.

And if you hate me, you are free to do that too. I know that not everyone likes me. I know there are some people who wish I WAS dead. Or who think that I have ruined Mewtwo for them with my selfship. I mean, I got plenty of "Ew Bestiality" back in the day, if that is any indication. And it's not much of a change in the status quo anyhow. My own parents hate me, I got bullied in school when I was younger, so I am used to being disliked or hated. It used to hurt me back then, but by now I learned that giving a fuck really isn't worth it. I used to want to please everyone and make everyone happy. It used to destroy me when anyone told me they don't like me. Like, it CRUSHED me. But now? I realize that no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to please everyone. Some sadistic fucks may even get off on you trying that and failing. And many people I considered friends only turned out to just use me because of my people-pleasing tendencies.

So, fuck it. If the world is going to hate me anyway, the least I can do is to do whatever the fuck I want and whatever makes me happy. Deal with it.

#fandom vent #venting #rant #monika rants

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231 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

Hi can I please have a request for Jeremiah x reader, thank you so much 🥰 your writing is great!!! And Amazing!!! Where you and Jeremiah swim in the pool in the day time where everyone can see. Your dating but no one really can tell. You two flirting and giggling, just having fun but then the girl, Gigi. I think her name is? She try’s to flirt with him, he declines saying he’s got a girlfriend not really paying attention to their reaction, instead just focusing on you. She looks over to you jealous, as Jeremiah brings you into a kiss. Just that the girls are jealous that Jeremiah is only looking at you. Thank you so much 🥰😍

warnings: language? make out sesh

a/n: sorry this took so long, i've been really busy painting my sister's room. enjoy this jere 🧸 fic. Also I tweaked it a little... Sorry 💛

Visiting Jeremiah at his job at the Club was one of your favorite things. Sure it was annoying seeing all those girls drooling over him, but it made you smile when he declined their flirtatious attempts, because you knew he was yours.

Today was one of those days. As soon as Jere saw you approaching the pool, he waved, and jumped down from his post, and ran over to you. "eager to see me? " you asked, wiggling your eyebrows. He chuckled lifting you in the air & spinning you around. You were wearing these big mirror sunglasses, and a dress covering your bikini.

"Hey, i'm still on my shift but when it's over, you and I are gonna have some fun" he said, poking you in the side, earning a giggle from you.

"Okay, ill be waiting " you said poking him right back in the side. "imma chat with steven at the snack bar" you said beginning to walk off.

When he responds, "you mean bug him at the snack bar?" and walks back to his post. You roll your eyes and head for Steven.

"if it isnt little mis y/n" Steven asks when you aproach.

"ha ha" you laugh half heartedly, "lemonade, Steven" you demqan more than ask.

"what's the magic word?" he asks, smiling, knowing that it bugs you.

"please" you sigh, steven raises an eyebrow, giving you 'and what else' look. "pretty please with a cherry on top" you say giving him your prettiest fake smile. And while the two of you were teasingly bickering with each other, Gigi was making her way over to your man in the pool.

"Hey, Jeremiah" Gigi swims over to Jeremiah.

"Hey Gigi" Jeremiah returns the smile.

"I didn't know you were working here this summer" Gigi starts flirting.

Jere ignores her statement, and blows his whistle "Billy no choking! all right?" you know he must have been talking to billy & carter, he complained about them on a daily basis.

"Jeremiah, aren't you gonna save me?" Gigi tries flirting again, capturing Jere's attention. At the sound of this you turn you head their direction, Jere surely knew she was flirting with him, right?

He gave her a smile, like he was contemplating her offer, with made your stomach swirl with jealousy. Steven notices your attention on the two, "She has been flirting with him ALL summer, surprised he hasn't gone for it yet, he's been ignoring her like she's a bag of fleas or somethin'" Steven chuckles. That comment didn't ease your stomach as well as you had hoped, you started walking back over to the pool, since Steven was being called away.

Neither of them saw you walking over, "so you got a girlfriend or something, Jere Bear? " Gigi asks Jeremiah, and god how you hated that she was calling him that.

"I do, actually" Jeremiah responded smiling at the thought of you, making him look over at you, noticing you were approaching.

"Oh what a shame" Gigi fake pouts, "we could have so SO much fun together." she smirks, biting her lip, looking up at him.

You swore your face turned red, angry & jealousy swirling in your stomach, gosh why is Gigi such a bitch you thought.

Jeremiah chuckled uncomfortably. "Uh, yeah." Jeremiah looked in your direction, seeing you walk over, he flashes a smile.

"well-" Gigi starts again, to flirt again.

At this point you were sick of it, "Hey Jeremiah" you exclaimed. You took Jeremiah by his lanyard, pulled him down and kissed him. You kissed him passionately, your jealousy fueling your passion. Your other hand is wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, as you slipped your tongue slipped past his lips, down his throat. Jere slipped off his chair and wrapped his hand around your waist. The shock on his face was wearing off. You only broke apart for air. Gig coughed "ahem"

Your head swiveled around, your arm sliding down from his neck, to rest on his bicep. "Oh, I'm sorry, are we bothering you?" You asked with fake sympathy failing to withhold a smirk.

"i- I uh, so your the girlfriend huh?" Gigi chuckles nervously.

"Yes I am" you smile proudly. Planting a kiss on Jere's lips then one on his neck then his bicep. Leaving your boyfriend a blushing mess. Making sure she knew, actually everyone knew Jeremiah Fisher was yours, your man, your love.

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289 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

Is That My Sweatshirt?!

Robby Keene Headcanon:

pairing: robby keene x reader

warnings: implied sex, smug robby

a/n: okkk sooo, i kinda got carried away, i mean it was supposed to be just really soft and fluffy, but damn I must be horny cause, like i had to dial down the heat... Also robby and reader are both over 18!!

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- He'd be so smug about it

- As soon as he walked through the door and sees you dancing around your shared apartment kitchen in just his sweatshirt and so slip on slippers

- He'd slowly smile and lean against the doorway

- Letting you do your adorable little dance while singing “you broke me firsssstt”

- “I see somoenes having fun”, robby chuckled walking over

- You jumped startled at his voice, “ummm” you say slowly turning around an innocent smile on you face, spatula in hand "hi” you squeaked out

- “I see you made”, robbby walked closer, “brownies, yumm”

- You would be hoping he didnt notice you were in his sweater

- And hed be like, “oh and if i recall correctly, that's my sweatshirt” he smirked.

- “Uhhh, ye’pppp’ I got cold” you pretend shiver.

- “Well it looks way better on you than me”

- "Thanks”

- Then he'd dip his finger in the brownie batter "Heyy!” youd exclaim

- “What?” robby asked guilily.

- “You cna't do that!”

- “Yes I can” he smirked, dipping his finger in again, “mmmm”

- “HEY no double dipping, you know-” you begin, as robby cuts you off with a kiss

- “Hmmmm, you taste good” his hands resting on your waist

- “You should wear my sweaters more” his hot breath on your ear.

- “Oh really?” you smirk, giggling, “i think it would look better on the bedroom floor”

- Robby flustered. Kisses you hungrily, picking you up, causing a squeal from you!

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438 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

Backseat Rider

pairings: jeremiah fisher x reader, jeremiah fisher x belly conklin

warnings: sad, angst,

summary: based on Sara Kays' amazing song Backseat Rider

a/n: first jeremiah fisher fic, this might be terrible i have no idea. Luv you all!! also go listen to sara kays!!

MASTERLIST

part 1 part 2

You lived down the block

We met for the first time at the bus stop

We sat side by side

Third seat from the back, we talked the whole ride

You met a few summers back, at the bus stop. The two of you became best friends with a snap of his fingers. His family loved you!

Six years later you bought your first car

And you told me to wait outside

Then you pulled up and somebody else

Was sitting in the passenger's side

And then you met the Conklins, Belly was your age, you two actually clicked. You couldn’t wait to go driving, you couldn’t wait to “sail” down the beachfront in his red jeep. But when that red jeep, the one that you 2 had talked about getting together, pulled up to your driveway. You smiled and waved, and then your smile dropped a little when you saw her in the passenger side. “Hey y/n/n '' Jere said as you got in the car.

“Hi Jere,” you smiled softly.

Then Belly turned up the radio and started chatting with Jeremiah, even though you were best friends, no one paid attention to you. You rested your chin on your arm and started staring off into space.

So I sat in the backseat, it didn't bother me

But after five weeks of sitting in silence behind her

While you talked of movies I've never seen

I realized that's how we used to be

But now my best friend is the driver

And I'm the backseat rider

The first few weeks were fine, you were okay with some peace and quiet. It was hard though when you were so in love with him. You loved him, but after 5 weeks of watching Belly and Jere gush over each other, you could tell he loved Belly. And it hurts.

Maybe it's my fault

Spent summer break away and forgot to call

Or maybe you forgot

Around this time last summer, we sat in the parking lot

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513 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jealous Much?

pairing: Robby Keene x reader

warnings: mmm like one swear word? Spelling errors

summary: Robby gets a 'little' jealous

a/n: thissss is my first Robby fic. So please be gentle on me, I hope y'all like it 🤩😍

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It was like any other day, the two of you had just finished up at the dojo, you were gathering up your stuff when hawk walked over to you. “Hey baby” he started off, “you looked really good out there”. You rolled your eyes, god, hawk is such a flirt. “You can kick me with one of those roundhouse kicks any day,” you chuckled at his words. You and hawk had been close friends, before he was hawk, when he was Eli. You never minded the flirtatious banter between the two of you.

Robby watched from across the room. Jaw, and fists clenched, seeing hawk place his hand on your waist and then you laughed at whatever hawk was saying. Just angering robby even more, no robby doesn't try to be the jealous type, but he is your boyfriend, hawk is not your boyfriend. Robby angrily grabbed his bag, pushed through his fellow students, making his way over to where you were standing with Hawk by the exit.

“Hey love” robby said, coming up behind you wrapping his arm around you. Hawk retracted his hand, placing it 'nervously’ by his side. “Ready to head out?”

“Um, sure” you said nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair. "See you later Eli” you smiled, waving to him as robby swung the door open.

Finally exiting the dojo, robby turned to you. "What the hell was that back there?!”

"What was what?” you asked, confusion laced in your voice.

"That! With hawk!! He was all over you!” robby cried with anger, waving his hands at the dojo.

“C'mon, we're just friends, he's always flirty, he's flirty by nature” you tried to laugh it off.

Robby chuckled at your words yelling again, face so close to yours. “That. that was not “just friends” touches!”

You stood looking at him, fear in your eyes. “'mm sorry” you mumbled.

“Just go” he sighed, angrily pointing the other direction, opposite his car, to which he normally takes you home in, or to his house.

You walked off in silence slowly nodding your head. As soon as you got home you cried, the slams of your door closing echoing in the back of your mind, You sobbed into your pillow in your room. The flashes of him angrily slamming his car door shut, when you walked off into the distance, Him roughly grabbing your arm, red spot where his hand used to be. Tears burned your eyes.

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Robby stared at his phone, waiting for some miracle to happen, for you to pick up the phone? To receive a text from you? Yes. You haven’t answered any of his calls or texts in the past couple days, and it led him to worry. Gosh you could be so frustrating he thought to himself. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen you since, "the incident”. When he got jealous and he yelled at you, and you who looked like you were about to burst into tears in front of him. Oh my god, i'm an idiot he thought.

Robby quickly ran down to the flower shop, got roses your favorite and then got you brownies with fudge frosting and m&m's on top, your favorite. He ran over to your house; knocking on the door.

Who could that be you thought? You weren't expecting anybody, pausing taylor, you ran downstairs to open the door, a smile on your face. Swinging the door open.

"I-” robby says lifting the flowers up towards you. Slam. You slammed the door in his face. You angrily turned around about to run upstairs.

"Y/n!!!”robby yelled banging on the door, “give me a chance please”

You slowly turned around, I mean what the worst that could happen you questioned yourself. Squeezing your eyes shut you open the door, peaking one eye open. "Hi" you said quietly.

“Omgosh y/n, i'm so so sorry for yelling at you and accusing of you of flirting with hawk. I know hawk's a flirt well and sorta a jerk too. but you know i trust you-”

"what do you want” you spoke up.

“i just want to spend some time with you?” robby stated. A shy smile appearing on his face. You looked at the flowers he was holding, “Oh! I almost forgot, these are for you and um brownies your favorite, with m&m's.” robby held out the gifts for you to take.

Gosh he looked like a nervous teenager, like he did on that first date of yours together. “Come in” you said, accepting the gifts and moving to the side arm swinging out to welcome him in. Walking up to your room, you ask shyly, "Wanna watch a movie and cuddle?”

"Yes! Wait does that mean you forgive me??” robby asked eyes pleading.

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temporarymoods · 9 months ago

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aggressive hey

i always promise so much.

rarely do i fail to deliver.

except when it comes to writing.

i'm not even sure what i want to write about now, but i guess a couple things right off first:

haven't posted to the blog in a while

have thought about it a lot ever since (throughout november, december and winter break, the first two months of the spring semester, + a week)

just can't sit down and do it sometimes

but I've got a lot of ideas. lack of blog posts absolutely not correlating with lack of things to say...

i utilize my notes app extensively, there's some ideas there, but i don't want to go in at random, that would feel wrong and i couldn't maintain this meter of writing that i'm already doing, so.... Dune.

just learned about what's going on with Dune, in the Dune world, and so on. first attempt at watching the movie a couple years ago left me feeling silly but, i'm better now. i want to read the book over the summer, in a hammock. there are a lot of things i want to do this summer. those are all over my notes app, too, and on my wall. i don't think "dating" makes the list, though girls remain pretty.

SUMMER * dinner parties, on the porch, heavily curated * farmers markets, fresh produce w/ baked goods * indirect sunshine * direct sunshine * shrooms * sand * biking * the movies w/ a sweatshirt around my waist * a bong, graduation present to self * better clothes * movies, at home tho, lots * ice cream * camping and lake swimming * working * walking through the park * the hardware store (for what?) * feeling like i did it * sports games (spectator)

that's just naming a few. hopefully a lot of them can come true. i want to let my body feel good, it knows what to do, you know?

speaking of: dry sex life. mostly. but that's just on me, my doing, so i cannot really complain, but just state. for future record. that im still in my contented-single era, haven't quite hit the wall that keeps you bothered about it yet. cool cool. guess some time w a stranger couldn't be that bad, if i made it fun for me. what a weird concept. i love my friends, that is already so much. saw a corny tweet about that today. didn't like it because it would show up on friends' feeds and that's just,, ugh. true though

february was kind of ungovernable (what else can i say besides 'crazy' or 'wild'???) in a bitches testing me way (lmao) but no in a... here, see for yourself: [from my notes]

<<Feb 1st, downhill instantly>>

Feb 4th>>

Priorities

Comfort and Wellbeing

Feb 6th>>

Sick email

Hi Prof,

This is Kate from your ( ) class.

Just writing to let you know that over the past couple days I’ve been experiencing symptoms of a medical emergency.

Feb 19th>>

i feel like peopke have been pretty critical with my recently and i dont like that

lowkey infuriated

el tuesday [these are things I write down that I wanted to talk to el about on tuesday]

having to defend myself a lot recently

maybe i should cut my acts (self centered, crazy/stupid) (dramatic, unserious) [REDACTED]

would normally want to talk to a therapist about my natural desires to do things that feel important to me but are deemed odd/wrong by others ex. [REDACTED] but also wouldn’t normally pick such a birds eye topic because we get engrossed in the little things. but still: is there something fucking wrong w me? is it bpd? am i 2 hippie 2 quit?

doing things for the plot, to experience things (different)

my whole idea of human relationships in general

Feb 21st>>

blog

was very overwhelmed this morning— hadnt felt that anxious in a loooooonggg time!!— but lunch w gray and lab partner (liz?) was so beautiful & im like, again, omg i love life + my friends ☀️☀️🌞🌞

Feb 23rd>>

Mom - therapy hospital $$

Feb 29th>>'

“By anarchist spirit I mean that deeply human sentiment, which aims at the good of all, freedom and justice for all, solidarity and love among the people; which is not an exclusive characteristic only of self-declared anarchists, but inspires all people who have a generous heart and an open mind.” Errico Malatesta, Umanita Nova, April 13, 1922

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so that's that... i think hopefully that says a lot, captures a feeling. i knew it was a month to remember like halfway through, you know? and it ending with a 1 year breakup anniversary... classic. reflective. so glad it's march though, damn! haters were taking up too much space. i say that jokingly obviously but also if you dare to read through the lines you might observe that i am in fact quite upset about the attacks leveraged at me over the course of a couple nights in a short span of time that were all off base and random and yet still hurtful anyway it was a weird pattern there's no denying! it doesnt help the identity crisis, which is in FULL SWING !

who am i?

idfk man. let's consult the March notes app, shall we?

March 1st, 3am>>

dont like cleaning bc dont like confronting the waste i make

March 1st, 2pm>>

in love a little bit with a handful of my friends but for various reasons dating them is not in the question & will never be! how relieving to know that

March 6th>>

Candlelit charcuterie night

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feel like these don't shine as bright but they're certainly better. im supposed to get my period today and i had no idea. but wait let me clarify that you should not take that second note to mean that i have feelings for my friends i do not, just read it another way idk

music been good recently.

rn its 2018 peach pit (Drop the Guillotine) but that's definitely not representative. Lime Garden's album One More Thing is though. and Grimes still, if im not doing that persona enough. and Car Seat Headrest, but in an on wait - always way. like a fucking brother. rest of the good shit is just in my Liked Songs kind of at whim. special selection: Chosen to Deserve by Wednesday. Next up should be RINA bc alr found 2 songs on there I really enjoy. but even now im off hyperpop for a week, lmao. what happens when you go camping.

towel party next week aunt in the hospital mom visiting in like 1 second more job interviews tomorrow research to do havent unpacked yet its spring break i just keep getting high and getting through it i really do love my friends

there's probably so much about this life that i'm going to miss. and i look forward to the time where i actually have the space to consider that. more choice

a poem to close us out, and maybe i'll upload some pictures tomorrow. (haha, odds?) thanks for reading. just off the radio show juice, Fri Mar 8 3:20am. common time for me recently. stealing back my peace in the wee hours oft'

i heard symphonies who wouldn't let me sleep the everysound of rain on wood my ear on wood the same

i taste dairy soft despite my body taking my time i do not think

scratching at my head i can do this this i can do which lets me cave in

i laugh a lot it makes me cry a lot of tears a lot of love

i love sooooooo ( ) all to say ( )

<3, Kate

#late winter #on fire #exhausted #reaching #smiling

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dirty-brainrot · 3 years ago

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(Shortie Perks)

Just the sdc boob headcanons with short stories. A drabble (?) I’ll post a more serious and longer one on monday.

Stardust Crusaders x Reader

Normally, people would complain and argue that being short is the worst. Like, not being able to reach high places, making fun of, being unable to see through crowds, etc. But you? Yeah, it is bad but this makes it very worth it.

Standing beside 5 incredibly tall men, you smile. You get to see their boobs because you are at boob height with them. Does it make it hard to communicate with them? Yes. You always have to crane your neck up, making it feel all sore but the free boobs? Worth it.

Actually, let me tell you the greatest tiddie moments during your time with the crusaders.

First off, Jotaro's

You stumbled across an evil stand user, DIO's lackey. They were really strong and managed to nearly defeat you but Jotaro managed to arrive in time. The enemy stand user grabs you and throws you to Jotaro, assuming he would get off guard. But he catches you in his arms and hugs you closer to him. And wowie you felt all your energy return back, as if you didn't just get demolished by a stand user. As he was going to call [Star Platinum] you summoned your stand and gave the stand user a beatdown. All while you stay in Jotaro's arms and subtly grabbing his tiddies.

Jotaro was taken aback by the sudden energy but chuckles. He hides his smile under his hat but you could see it very clearly. "Jotaro can you take me to the hotel? I can't feel my legs.." He holds you up into the bridal position while you gave him a huge grin. "Good grief..."

On rare occasions, he would tease you about it.

Next, Mr. Joestar

He has a keen eye and notices you often staring onto the other crusader's man jugs. So he tests this theory out by bringing you to a crowded place.

"Mr. Joestar?? I can't fi—" You hit a hard chest, it's clothed with the same color as Joseph's and it was also huge so it's safe to assume it's him. "Mr. Joestar... I don't do well with crowded places." You look up at him, with your hands on his chest while being shoved around by strangers. "Is that so?" He scratches his head while you squint at him suspiciously. 'He's planning something...' Joseph animatedly turns his head, averting eyes, and whistles. You sighed and pat his chest. "I'm going back to the hotel." With that, you pushed your way through the crowd and went back. He wasn't sure if the pat was enough to confirm his suspicions but he sure will try something else.

Avdol,

Nights in Egypt are cold and it seems like this night was the coldest. The hotel's sheets were very thin, not enough to provide warmth and knock you out. Avdol could see you visibly shaking, desperately wrapping the sheet around you tightly for warmth. "Y/N?" He calls to you. You mumble a small "y-yeah?" And peeked your head through the covers to look at him. "I don't wanna sound improper but you look really cold." He scoots over in his bed. "Join me." He pats the empty spot. "Ca..can I?" He nods. You grabbed all your pillows and thin blanket and laid beside him, scooting close to him to get more warmth. He learned the boob thing you have going on with Jotaro and Joseph. This moment seems to confirm it.

You snuggled closer to him. "Is it ok if I cuddle you?" He nods his head and muttered, "sure." Taking this chance, you stuffed your face on his warm chest with your hands in front of you, squeeze between your bodies. And let's just say that you slept like a baby throughout that night.

Kakyoin,

Your experience with him is rather clichè.

Walking around the town, you searched for your friends since you got separated from Polnareff. And there you saw a familiar red hair and green uniform. Kakyoin was walking around and Jotaro was nowhere to be seen. "Hey, Kakyoin!" You ran up to him but only to trip when you were near him. He turns around hearing your voice and accidentally bringing him with you. You faceplanted on his chest. It was hard and it hurt.

Embarrassed, you immediately scooted away. "I'm so sorry, Kak!" He sits upright, groaning while you look at his head for any injuries. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry for that..." He laughs and shooks it off and you help him stood up. "It's fine. Maybe don't run next time."

And then Polnareff,

He would always pull you into a boob hug whenever he could. He also would always stick close to you so you would often hit your face on his boy milkers. Ironically the horniest man is the most oblivious one, he would probably be oblivious to your interest in boobs until someone points it out to him.

Looking through some goodies on the market, you heard Polnareff call you. Turning around, you hit something soft yet hard. The impact made you bounce away and fall but thankfully he was quick enough to catch you. "Sorry, fleur! Didn't mean to be so close!" And dear god. Your face was on his boobs because they were just so big. Muffled you told him. "It's ok." And then he proceeds to hug you closer to him. "I thought I lost you! Mr. Joestar said to not leave their buddy behind!" You almost passed out that time because it took him a while to realize that you were suffocating on his breasts.

And that concludes Y/N's Boobie Adventures.

I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST BOOB THING I DO- next is coc— jk

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kavikaslana · 3 years ago

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Shopping with the main 3 boys because why not. Surprise surprise, I’m not dead, just very inactive

I wrote this several months ago but wanted to post something so I just got rid of some stuff-

Yuuji, Megumi, and Gojo

Itadori

Probably his idea honestly

Baby probably planned it for you

Kugisaki probably ends up going at some point if she finds out but she has to carry her own stuff

Takes you basically around the whole block

He ends up buying you things you contemplated on getting as a gift

Probably buys a ring and practices proposing “as a joke” but I mean… maybe it is now 👀

Clothes shopping consists of creating stupid outfits with the stuff you bought or wanted to try on

Absolutely hypes you up in anything you try on

Baby offers to spend some of his savings for you because he doesn’t want you to use your own money

If you take that offer I swear to god we cannot be friends

Buys street food bc it’s Tokyo and there’s probably at least some kind of snack tbh

Buys pocky because he wants to do the “pocky game” or whatever it’s called but he won’t say that

And I mean pocky is good so why not

If you’ve got pets he always buys at least 1 thing for it. Could be a plant for a fish or a bag of dog treats, all depends on what you have

It’s 1 thing for each pet if you have multiple, come at me

Compares you to any cute animal that just so happens to be on the sidewalk

Definitely buys you at least one plushie and it’s probably of a dog… or maybe a cat, you saw that Juju stroll episode

Definitely holds your stuff because yknow, simp’s gonna simp(?) and he’s sweet like that

Megumi

Acts annoyed for the first 10 minutes honestly

Honestly, probably the only one that doesn’t spend his savings on you

Like he loves you but half the stuff you’d buy aren’t gonna get used/worn, let’s be honest

But if you have your own money he’s taking it bc you’re not boutta spend everything you have

Won’t only if you actually chose a decent amount to take with you

But yeah he buys pocky too for that game or whatever it’s called

Probably has a secret stash of pocky in his closet solely for that, and I mean if you want some go ahead

Probably gets you something if you really wanted it but didn’t get it for some reason

He’s reasonable though so he’s not gonna buy it if it’s expensive as hell

Maybe

Might carry one or two of your bags but otherwise it’s your stuff so you should hold it, but if something’s heavy he’ll take it for you <3

Absolutely does not let anyone else go with you

Takes you to some cafe for a snack if you didn’t buy any

90% chance he’ll buy you something with a dog, especially if it looks like one of his divine dogs

Honestly wants to go home but you’re having fun so he goes with it

Gojo

Dude looks like he has money to burn

Come at me, but he could be a model and you know he’d make mad money from it

But yeah depending on how much you usually spend when you’re out he might take up that as a side job if he can even manage to find free time

Or he might make an onlyfans account but it’s just pictures of his eyes… I’d still pay for that

But yeah he’s basically gonna try to be your sugar daddy, fight me

Anything you want is pretty much yours

Tends to get lost in clothing isles a lot even though he can probably just look over the racks

Gives you shirts that are clearly too big for you just to annoy you

Anything he buys for himself is solely snacks and you cannot convince me otherwise

Probably buys those cliche matching hoodies but yknow at least he tried

Acts like a little kid if you take too long to look at stuff and complains until you give him a kiss

Or until you yell at him, whichever comes first

Literally clings to you when you’re walking

Buys a lot of unnecessary stuff for you just because you said it was pretty

Hey, if it’s a garden decoration that you said was kind of pretty he’s gonna but it, even if you don’t have a garden

Yes he’s gonna carry everything but you probably have to make him since it’s all the stupid stuff he picks out for you that make up most of that pile

Gets food while you’re out and eats at home

He throws a fit when you say he can’t get something even though he’s probably paying for it

#fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fluff #jjk megumi #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo x y/n #yuuji itadori #yuuji x reader #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #itadori headcanons #jjk headcanons

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belphies-wife · 4 years ago

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What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)

In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)

Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 I’ll be working on requests after this.

Also, no beta we die like Lilith.

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Lucifer

➼ Never sleeps, e v e r

➼ His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep

➼Took a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this

➼ His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once

➼ You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep

➼ You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadn’t slept the night before due to his workload

➼ Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that

➼ You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation

➼ You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept

➼ He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t turn around

➼ Smart bastard

➼ If you complain about it he’ll laugh at you

➼ Hey, at least you get cuddles

➼ Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, it’s adorable

➼ No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping

➼ He’s a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours

➼ He thanks you

➼ He’s well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day

➼ His brothers obviously take advantage of that

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Mammon

➼ Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)

➼ However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldn’t say no

➼ Well, he’d say no, but then say yes immediately after

➼ “Whaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?”

➼ Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual

➼ “Fine, I’ll go nap with him, then.”

➼ “Oi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!”

➼ Tsundere baby

➼ Obviously, you tease him about it

➼ “Jealous, huh? I thought that was Levi’s thing.”

“Shut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?”

“I said nap, not cuddle.”

➼ Cue the pout

➼ The definition of the 🥺 face

➼ Please love this child

➼ “I’m kidding, of course we’re gonna cuddle.”

➼ Usually a little spoon

➼ Unless he’s in a jealous mood

➼ If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.

➼ More teasing, obviously

➼ If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar

➼ Poor baby wants love

➼ New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby

➼ I shot of water, I know you’re dehydrated

➼ Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles

➼ Either you’re holding him to you or he’s holding you to him

➼ f o r e h e a d k i s s e s

➼ Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles

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Leviathan

➼ “Levi, did you sleep at all last night?”

➼ Obviously not

➼ He was up all night binge watching the latest season of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girl”’s spin-off series

➼ Why would you even ask?

➼ “Levi, did you stay up all night?”

➼ He looked away, a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”

➼ “Levi, honey. You need to sleep. It’s not good for your health to be staying up so late.”

➼ Leviathan.exe has stopped working

➼ You’re worrying about him?????

➼ And you’re calling him honey?????

➼ Are you trying to kill him?????

➼ “You must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.”

“Alright. We should go to my room, since there’s more room on my bed than in your tub.”

➼ Wait you meant a nap together????

➼ You’re really trying to kill him.

➼ Usually, he’d make fun of you and call you a normie.

➼ But he was currently too busy dying.

➼ If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then you’d know this shy boi is a little spoon.

➼ Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldn’t.

➼ He’s blushing like crazy the whole time.

➼ “Levi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.”

“No!”

➼ He does sleep eventually.

➼ Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.

➼ Wholesome af

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Satan

➼ As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesn’t normally take naps.

➼ However, if you ask him to, he’ll agree.

➼ If it makes you happy he’ll do it <3

➼ He’s not really touchy-feely and won’t initiate any cuddling.

➼ Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.

➼ Nah bro, you just want cuddles.

➼ While he won’t initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, he’ll give them to you.

➼ Big spoon

➼ If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but he’ll be flustered af.

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Asmodeus

➼ “Asmo, wanna sleep together?”

➼ Could you have made a poorer word choice?

➼ No, you could not.

➼ This boy literally made the lenny face.

➼ “Asmo, I meant a nap.”

“Well, I suppose that’ll satisfy me for now.”

➼ You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.

“Hey! Don’t mess up my hair!”

➼ You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.

➼ It’s a process.

➼ Cuddle’s tf out of you.

➼ He’ll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesn’t matter to him, so you can decide.

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Beelzebub

➼ Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.

➼ Pre-nap snack first, though.

➼ Then he’s ready.

➼ Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether he’s a big spoon or little spoon.

➼ If you’re happy, he’s happy <3

➼ You kiss his face a lot.

➼ He thinks you’re the cutest little human ever when you do that.

➼ I’d say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?

➼ Not counting the custard incident

➼ He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.

➼ He definitely snores.

➼ It takes some getting used to, but you’re not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.

➼ It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.

➼ Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.

➼ Overall just really soft.

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Belphegor

➼ You don’t even need to ask. He’s the king of naps.

➼ Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.

➼ You’re not sure if it’s because he’s sleep or if it’s because he has some sort of sleep-power.

➼ Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.

➼ Do I even have to say it?

➼ S m a l l s p o o n

➼ The smallest spoon.

➼ As the youngest, he’s the most spoiled, so he’s really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever you’re doing at any given time to nap with him.

➼ I mean, you’d probably do it even if he didn’t expect you to.

➼ He does this adorable thing when he’s sleepy and he sees you nearby where he’ll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say “Sleep, please.”

➼ You will stop whatever you’re doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.

➼ Not an exaggeration. It’s happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.

➼ It was obviously intentional

➼ But how can you say no to his cute face?

➼ He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own

➼ Softest boi

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Simeon

➼ While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pure™

➼ Anything you want, you’ll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?

➼ He can’t.

➼ You want naps? You get naps.

➼ You want cuddles? You get cuddles.

➼ You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.

➼ Hotel? Trivago.

➼ But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.

➼ Especially forehead kisses.

➼ Big spoon. He likes to hold you.

➼ Sweet boy loves you so much 🥺

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Luke (Platonically)

➼ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.

➼ You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man can’t figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.

➼ Not that any of you mind, of course.

➼ Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)

➼ Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.

➼ Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.

➼ Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.

➼ Solomon obviously made fun of him.

➼ “Looks like it’s naptime for the little chihuahua.”

“Don’t tease him!” You say, defending Luke.

➼ At some point, Luke shifts so that he’s leaning against you in his sleep.

➼ You coo at how cute the ‘lil cherub looks.

➼ Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.

➼ You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).

➼ Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.

➼ HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER

➼ You assumed Simeon didn’t want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too

➼ Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you

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Solomon

➼ Purgatory Hall sleepover!

➼ Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if he’d be alright with you two sleeping together.

➼ Not a good idea.

➼ You’re both settled in his bed and you’re about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.

➼ You s h r e i k

➼ “Solomon!”

➼ “Keep your voice down, dear. You wouldn’t want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?”

➼ The s m a c c you gave him though-

➼ “Can I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?”

“You know you love me.” He grinned.

“Well, duh. But I also love sleep.”

➼ He does let you sleep after that.

➼ You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.

➼ You’re so p r e c i o u s.

➼ He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.

➼ He’s a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.

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Diavolo

➼ It wasn’t intentional for you to fall asleep, really.

➼ You’d had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.

➼ It wasn’t like what he was saying was boring.

➼ No, it’s just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.

➼ It didn’t help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.

➼ You couldn’t help yourself. You dozed off.

➼ Diavolo continued talking, and probably would’ve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadn’t cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.

➼ If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful.

➼ But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.

➼ “It seems they’ve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.” Said Barbatos.

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing them.” Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didn’t move and break it in your sleep.

➼ Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.

➼ Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh.

➼ He didn’t say anything, though.

➼ Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.

➼ After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.

➼ He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.

➼ He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.

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Barbatos

➼ Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)

➼ You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.

➼ It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.

➼ At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.

➼ You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.

➼ It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.

➼ Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.

➼ You made your way to Barbatos’ room and knocked softly.

➼ Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.

➼ You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didn’t seem to faze him.

➼ “Hello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?”

➼ Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.

➼ “Sorry, it’s nothing. I apologize for bothering you. I’ll leave.” You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?” He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Yes. I would like that.”

“Is something bothering you?”

You blushed. “I had a nightmare. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I know, it’s silly.”

“Of course it isn’t.”

“Can I... Can I stay here with you tonight?”

“If it would make you feel better, you may.”

➼ Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.

➼ “Goodnight, my dear.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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Thank you so much for reading!

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years ago

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Come With Me

Culinary major! Soobin x food vlogger! reader; just some teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.35k words

Mellow speaks: So I finally completed this long overdue and super fun request!!! Honestly, writing this was just so amazing, and I kinda drew Y/N based on my own self, so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Rushing into his apartment, Soobin didn't waste a single minute in discarding his bag on the floor, rushing towards his laptop and turning it on. As the screen booted, the final-year culinary major prayed to the gods for the livestream to not have started yet. The winner of the contest from last month was to be announced at the beginning of the stream, and even though Soobin didn't have any hopes of him winning, he couldn't help the tiny voice at the back of his head saying, "What if?."

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, sweet and velvety as always. There you were, on his screen, the biggest of smiles plastered on your face, making him feel warm all over. Y/N L/N, his favorite food vlogger in the world, ready to start another livestream. Soobin had always been more of a silent supporter, his introverted self being too shy to even post a comment under any of your videos, partly because you had a habit of replying to as many of those comments as possible, and he knew for a fact that he would combust on the spot if you were to ever reply to his praises of you.

You see, he greatly admired your love for food and your wanderlust. He was also a great fan of the way you spoke, and the way you articulated your ideas and thoughts. Truth be told, he genuinely liked you, and not just your voyager self. Watching your videos over the years, he had found himself developing a small crush on you, knowing full well that it was probably just him being starstruck. So, gathering all the bravery he had, the boy had finally pressed "Send" on the application form for the competition on the last day, after contemplating it for God knows how long.

There had been only one question on the form, asking respondents to describe what food meant to them. A smile had graced Soobin's lips as you answered it, pouring in his most sincere thoughts on everything culinary. What had pushed him to participate, you ask? It had been the prize, of course. A chance to hang out with none other than you yourself, through a one-on-one video call. He had always wanted to see you in person, to tell you how much your vlogs meant to him. How they had helped discover his own love for food, had helped him find his happiness in the kitchen.

And that had brought him to right now, biting on his fingernails as he listened to your regular introduction, one that he knew by heart and repeated after you, subconsciously. "Hey my food-holics! How are all of you doing today? Hale and hearty, I hope!," you said, following up quickly with a brief overview of the contest, before announcing the winner, as Soobin waited with bated breath. "All your answers were amazing, and I could relate to so many of them! It really sucks that we can only have one winner, since you're all winners to me!," you smiled, and he caught himself copying your expression. "So now, the winner of the contest, and the person who gets to be my new friend, is @aglio_olive!!," you exclaimed, clapping your hands as your eyes crinkled up in joy.

The fact that you had just announced him as the winner of registered belatedly, as Soobin was busy gushing over how adorable you had looked while clapping. He felt his mouth drop open, finding it hard to focus on what you said next. "I'll be contacting you via email shortly," you had said, and that was all it took for the rest of the livestream to go by in a blur for him, as he waited for your mail, checking and re-checking his inbox every two minutes. But it wasn't until the next day that he finally received what he had been peeling his eyes out for. An email from your official account (or that's what he figured), informing him that the meeting would take place on the coming Saturday, at 6:00 pm. Now all he had to do was wait three days, but it was easier said than done.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Soobin was equal parts bubbling with excitement and panicking with nerves. Reluctant to trust his own fashion choices, he had called over his best friend, Yeonjun, hoping to get some much needed guidance. "Should I wear this suit? Or will simple tracks be better?," he had asked, making the older boy shake his head as he patted him on the back. "My friend, Y/N's neither your professor, nor your friend. You're meeting them for the first time, so why don't you just wear something comfortable, that would make them feel at ease too?," he smirks, throwing a plain blue hoodie his way.

As the clock struck 6:00, Soobin found himself seated at his study table, ready to start the meeting. He had even prepared cue cards to help him if he got stuck, and they were propped conveniently next to the laptop. He reached out for them, but just at that moment, his screen came alive with someone waving at him with a smile on their face. Awestruck, he simply waved back, too tongue-tied to say anything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "They look so much better without makeup." A couple seconds later, a new kind of panic set in. "Am I staring too hard? Is it creepy? Should I look down? No but I need to keep eye contact!"

Little did he know, you were having similar, if not identical thoughts. "Wow, no one told me he was gonna be this cute. Blue suits him so well! I'm no staring, am I? Should I speak first? Or should I wait for him to say something?" This finally resulted in the both of you speaking at the same time, something you would later smile about. Because saying "How are you? I'm Soobin," and "I'm Y/N! How are you?," helped you crack into laughter, breaking the ice and easing the awkwardness. Once you had gotten past the niceties, it was time to get to know each other better. The cue cards lay unused, as Soobin just spoke about whatever came to mind, praising your vlogs and thanking you for teaching him more about cuisines. You, on the other hand, took the time to get to know him better, asking him questions about what it was like to study culinary science, something you had never gotten the chance to do.

The hour-long virtual meeting flew by in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed to the both of you. Talking to you, Soobin didn't once feel that you were a stranger or that he was just a fan. You seemed like a genuine and warm person to him that he couldn't help but admire you even more than he did before. To him, somewhere during the meeting, you stopped seeming like a famous vlogger anymore, and instead, all he saw you as was a friend. You, on the other hand, had made up your mind about him being the most interesting person you had ever met, and couldn't stop a sad sigh from escaping your lips as you looked at the time. "Well, Soobin. It's been a pleasure meeting you," you had said, making him smile wistfully.

The moment he had logged out of the meeting, he found himself missing you. He thought back on how nice you had been, smiling when he pictured your face, your hair slightly messy but not too unkempt, an oversized hoodie thrown over your body. To him, it had honestly felt like he was conversing with a friend, and he couldn't bring himself to let such an amazing person walk out of his life. So, without thinking, he began typing out an email to your account, his finger hovering just above the "Send" button. He stopped short though, realizing that your official account wasn't meant for personal mails, and realizing that he had no other means to contact you. Pouting, he fell face-first onto the bed, his energy going down all of a sudden.

He woke up to a "ping," indicating an email on his phone. Unlocking it, he noticed a mail from an account he had never contacted before. Clueless, he clicked on it, the phone nearly falling out of his hand as he read through it. It had been you, after all, reaching out to him through your personal account, and telling him that you had loved talking to him, and would like to be his friend. And thus began the most beautiful friendship either of you had ever forged, full of memories even though you hadn't met each other.

Late night video chats and good morning calls became a ritual, and Soobin found himself busily typing away on his phone every free second he got. You told him all about your escapades and trips, sending him photos and urging him to try cooking whatever you ate and whatever you liked. He, on the other hand, would teach you to cook, sending you tips and giving you suggestions on what to eat. Food was an intergalactic part of the relation you shared, but it was far from being the only thing.

When things got hard for him, you were there to push him towards his dream, reminding him day in and day out that he would have to give in his all to achieve it. "You'll be the greatest chef one day, Soob," you'd giggle, causing him to let out a whine as he said, "How would you know? You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!" He too, was there to provide you a taste of what it felt like to be grounded to one place, to have everything you wanted right next to you. He was there for you to cry to when someone posted a nasty comment under you video, and he was there to virtually feed you when you missed a home-cooked meal. Inside jokes became a thing, as did bitching about classmates and complaining about managers.

Over time, your friendship started blossoming into something more, as Soobin found himself catching feelings, real feelings, for you. The way you smiled, the way you would bite your nails just like him as you went through what people had to say about your videos, the way you cracked stupid jokes and laughed at them alone, he found himself loving them all. He had given his heart out to you, and he didn't want to take it back. You, meanwhile, had been a bit more careful of your feelings, wary of harboring any hopes for a long-distance relationship. But over time, you too, found yourself drowning into the oceans that were his eyes, watching the way his lips moved through the screen, imagining them on yours. Over time, you too, felt your feelings grow, but being your stubborn self, you didn't act on them.

Days turned into months, and soon enough, you were keeping Soobin company through his late night study sessions, talking to him in the hopes of keeping him awake. Helping him prepare flashcards, and letting him teach you a full four-course meal so that he could practice for his practical exams. "What are you gonna do once you graduate?," became a regular question you posed towards him, and every time, it was the same reply. "I don't know yet, Y/N. I want to do something like you. I want to travel the world and learn about different cuisines first-hand."

As Soobin's exams drew nearer, you found yourself bring just as worried as he was, worried about how he'd fare in the examinations, worried about what he'll do when he gets his degree. But keeping your concerns aside, you did your best to push him to do his best, study that last chapter, practice that last technique, memorize that last recipe. "I just wanna sleep, Y/N," he'd whine, only to have you let out a giggle at how adorable he looked. "It's for your own good, bub," you'd reply, your smile somehow managing to give him the strength to put in just a little extra effort.

Seeing him work so hard, you couldn't help but want to give him a surprise by congratulating him in person when he graduated. So, you decided to plan a trip to Seoul, shooting a film vlog just an excuse to finally meet your closest friend, and the person you had a crush on. You had initially wanred to keep the plan a secret, but soon realized what a waste it would be to not use it to your advantage. And so started your ingenious way of getting Soobin to hit the books. "I'm coming to Seoul after your exams, but I'll meet you only if you put in all your effort," you'd tell him, repeating it like a mantra day in and day out.

In response, the boy would pout and whine about how he "hated" you, but started putting in double the effort, just to make you proud. Your tactic seemed to work, but Soobin was still nervous. Nor about the theory, but about the practical exams. "What if I don't do well on the exam? It happens all the time on Masterchef," he said one day, looking into your eyes as you attempted to calm him down. "I know you'll nail it, Binnie," you replied, smiling at him through the screen. "Just think about what makes you happy while you cook, and you'll be good to go." As if on a whim, Soobin muttered out a soft, "You," causing your breath to hitch as you asked him to repeat. "You make me happy," he said again, looking down as he felt his cheeks growing warm. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden confession, sending a virtual kiss his way. "Now go study, you idiot," you giggled, proceeding to tell him about your day as he pored over his books.

The day of his practical exam rolled by, and as you had said, Soobin decided to cook while thinking of something that made him happy. He thought back on the day when you had told him about a delicacy from a city you had visited, and had convinced him to teach you how to make it. The memory alone made a smile appear on his lips, reminding him of how happy the two of you were. And so, that's what he cooked, passing his exam with flying colors. He was so happy he could have kissed you if you were there, and he told you that, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "I'll be there soon," was all you said, fighting to control your excitement.

Soobin passed with flying colors, earning his degree fair and square. And the one person he wanted to thank for it, was you. As you had promised him, a week later found you roaming the streets of Seoul, as you hurriedly made your way towards his college, ready to finally meet him at his convocation. Climbing up the stage to accept his degree, his eyes were busy scanning the crowds, eager to see your face. When he couldn't find you, however, he felt his smile falter, as he took in a gulp.

"Where are you Y/N?," he thought to himself, hand itching to check his phone that was lying in his back pocket. You had told him you'd be here on time, so then, where were you? Just as he feels himself falling deeper into his thoughts, he (like everyone else in the hall) hears footsteps running down the corridor, finally revealing you standing at the entrance, out of breath and with a huge smile stretching across your face. "You're here," he mouthed, his smile matching yours, as you replied with a simple nod and a "Congratulations," your eyes brimming with tears of joy for the boy.

Accepting his degree, Soobin walked off the stage to sit with his classmates, eyes meeting yours every so often as he tried to fight the urge to rush to you and hug you. Once the ceremony ended, neither of you wasted a second in finding each other, throwing yourselves into a hug long overdue. It didn't feel weird as you snuggled your face into his convocation robe, and it didn't feel weird as he did the same into your hair. Pulling away, you just couldn't hide the smiles that threatened to take over your entire face, taking each other's hand as Soobin left you to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Y/N," he introduced, and his mom didn't miss the spark in her son's eyes as he looked at you.

Once you were done with the niceties, the two of you made your way out into the city once Soobin had handed his robe over to his mom. Walking the streets with him, with you cracking jokes and him pointing out tourist sights to you, you felt something you had never felt, no matter how many cities you visited. A sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You felt like you were home for the first time in ages, and it was all because of the guy walking next to you. As if on a whim, you whipped out your video-camera, switching it on and turning it to yourself. Soobin belatedly realized what you were doing, when he heard you recite you introduction. Looking at you in shock, he felt his mouth fall open as he heard you say the words, "Friend," "Soobin," "Featuring," "Guide," in quick succession, piecing the sentence together in his brain.

"Y/N! What are you doing??," he whined, looking down to hide his face. "Awww Soobinnie is shy!!! Sorry guys, it's his first time," you cooed, a giggle escaping your lips as you turned your camera off, trying to convince him to feature in your vlog. "But I won't know what to say!!," he retorted, making you snicker. "Just take me out to eat somewhere tell, and tell the camera why you like the place you like and the food you like. It's not that hard!," you replied, and after much convincing (and some borderline begging), he finally agreed.

He showed you all his favorite eateries and restaurants, gawking at the insane discounts you got him, and just enjoying watching you eat in person, sharing his food. By the time evening rolled out, the two of you were full to your throats, looking out over the river from the bridge. "Thank you Y/N," Soobin said, turning to look at you. "For today, and for everyday. For being there for me, and for being the best friend I have ever had, and more." "Thank you too, Soob," you replied, your eyes stinging as you looked up at him. "Thank you for making me feel at home. Thank you for becoming my home." You hadn't noticed just how close your faces had become, both of you having leaned in subconsciously. Finally, Soobin closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that's full of the pent-up love and emotions.

His lips were soft against yours, molding with yours like two pieces of the same puzzle. Pulling away, a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him shyly, whispering an "I like you," causing him to repeat your words and adding a "too," cheeks rising up in a smile. Biting you bottom lip, you say, "Come with me," making him tilt his head in confusion. "You said you wanted to be like me. To learn about cuisines first-hand. Then come with me. I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you 24/7, and not virtually. I want to talk to you in person, to hug you, to kiss you." You notice his smile growing wider, and so you ask, "So, what do you say?," as he replies by placing his lips back on yours.

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4KINGDOMS RE-READ ADVENTURE & LORE POST part 1

alrighty. i'm reading my own fic from the start for the first time. obviously i've reviewed each chapter as i've posted it but i got issues with reading my own shit so. anyway. i have baileys, i can do this

and since i'm posting about this story now anyways, and i'd wanted to make posts explaining the lore and the process of creating the universe, i thought okay, two birds with one stone, i'll do both! i can discuss relevant things one chapter at a time.

Chapter 1 (prologue):

not much to say about this. it's a tiny bit cringe but hey. a line that i like alert!

[…] with each new generation that the crowns were passed down to, the holy beasts' magic only grew stronger within the four kings. It was up to the individual nations and their flow of history, however, to define the line between humanity and divinity.

this, and the one thing i liked and even now like in this prologue is the way i ended it with "Perhaps this was all an act of ill omen befalling the four kingdoms – as the world created by the holy beasts was about to come to its end." because it's like, someone opens this 200k+ word fic, and the first chapter says that the world is ending. you just started. and it's saying that it's ending. in 200k words

Re: Chapter 1 - THE LORE! THE LEGEND! THE WORLD OF THE FOUR KINGDOMS! the prologue really breaks down the basics. it's a world with four countries. each was created by one holy beast. the countries are also shaped like the beasts, i traced the shapes from some illustration on google. the characteristics of each country are straight out of the wuxing concept and how the four symbols are connected to it. azure dragon represents wood, so the east is the greenest country. the wood element is connected to the direction of east and the spring season and so on and so forth. the basic building blocks for the world were really just handed to me by beyblade canon and i used them like legos.

Chapter 2: takao complaining about ralf & sneaking into kyouju's house to eat dem noodles

takao is so sassy towards ralf. but i guess he always is. good i nailed that from the first paragraphs

i clearly completely forgot that there are annual fencing tournaments. i went to change the month (moon) in stealth shhhh you saw nothing

the chapter is just a lot of exposition. i think i wrapped it up pretty nicely, IIRC it took considerable planning and reshaping to get an opening chapter that's somehow simultaneously concise and informative and fun. this basically lays down all the relevant information about takao in one go. he's so good at fencing he wants to learn sword fighting already, he doesn't care about formality, he misses hitoshi who left ten years ago, he likes to eat, ralf is there. and wants to go on adventures. a lot of things that will carry through the entirety of the fic. not bad

Re: Chapter 2 - THE LORE! THE MONTHS A.K.A. MOONS! these are literally just finnish translated directly into english. month in finnish is kuukausi, "moon season", but we talk about moons. "tässä kuussa" in this moon i did that, "ensi kuussa" in the next moon gonna go there. this is the reason i made sun and moon always capitalised, to make a difference. there's no such difference in reality in colloquial finnish btw

a complete guide for the good audience January: Heartmoon (tammikuu -- actually "oak moon" but, it's an etymology thing) February: Pearlmoon (helmikuu) March: Earthenmoon (maaliskuu) April: Glebemoon (huhtikuu) May: Sowmoon (toukokuu) -- this means sowing, but i afterwards realised a sow is like, a pig. so now the moon name is kinda. not what i wanted June: Summermoon (kesäkuu) July: Haymoon (heinäkuu) August: Harvestmoon (elokuu) September: Autumnmoon (syyskuu) October: Dirtmoon (lokakuu) November: Deathmoon (marraskuu) -- truthfully i'm not sure if this was deadmoon or deathmoon. i'll find out when a mention of it comes up December: Yulemoon (joulukuu)

Chapter 3: rei hangs out in a tower and finds out he's going north in two weeks. thanks for nothing olivier

i was surprised by how much good(?) exposition i put in this one too. the first sentence already establishes that rei wishes he was free but isn't. there's a pretty tight summary about him having a deity status that robs him of all agency. the first paragraph alone somehow manages to pack the information that the west is very industrialised and kind of bleak. i don't dislike this

mao hanging out there with galux at the start makes a bit of a false premise though. later on it becomes clear she's not there often at all and galux doesn't even appear ever since (note to self, it's her beloved little kittycat)

rei being snide about making olivier climb the stairs to the tower is pretty funny. also, rei saying how he would have preferred the south over the north. wow sweet summer child

Re: Chapter 3 - THE LORE! THE TIGER MAPLE PALACE! this palace causes me so much trouble like you have no idea. it probably shows a bit in the progession of the story that i don't fuckign know what it looks like. the layout is essentially copied from the forbidden city which is the old imperial palace in beijing, and the concept of it being divided into inner and outer court is IIRC from the twelve kingdoms, the series that this fic is mainly inspired by. originally i wanted tiger maple to be more of a, like, actual fantasy palace that defies the laws of physics, like in 12kingdoms the royal palaces have shit like top floors where the kings hang out somehow floating above the clouds. but i didn't think it through early enough and now it's more normal, i guess. the palace is surrounded by the gargantuan wall (which, by the way, was not mentioned in the first chapter so i guess i hadn't thought of it yet?) on three sides and by the tiger maple mountain on the fourth. it's lodged between a mountain range and in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. the good thing about it is that i've made it clear enough how the place is so big that i can keep inventing new locations inside the walls when i want.

Chapter 4: rei has a bad time travelling to the north, then has a good time being in the north, then has a bad time again

this chapter is longer than my small intestine. equally bumpy too

it's also weird to me now that i put two rei chapters in a row. i know this happens sometime later too but that would be a no-no to current me

mao having a wife moment in the beginning and rei not really appreciating it. hmm well i don't know how i feel about that. there's a very casual drop about her being his fiancee. this makes me feel like i started off writing them being closer than they ended up being later on. but. i'll take note of it

a lot just happens in here. i have no evidence but i can imagine this chapter being like a fucking trial testing readers' patience. i'd bet my left kidney that it's eliminated many.

rei and max meet for the first time and it felt very funny to me at the time of writing. well, i guess it's still pretty funny but kinda illogical in the "i wanted this to happen, so the characters are now gonna act like this" way. of course max would just fuck with rei first thing. not literally. in the prankster way.

a line that i like alert! kind of a fake alert because i went to edit it a little before copying it here. but you'll never know. you don't know what it said

I had assumed the sky to be void of all light, but as I now stood there staring at its upward depths, I saw a brilliant whirl of hues of purple blending in with the beautiful, velvety black. Against that glossy darkness shone the silvery crescent of the shy Moon, shrouded in a thin veil of clouds as if making a half-hearted attempt at concealing itself. The distant shine of thousands of stars dotted the arch of the sky and continued till the ends of the horizon, like gems embedded in fine folds of dark velvet.

really like this description of a shy moon half-heartedly hiding in clouds. that was good writing!

not doing a lore for this one because the chapter made me tired. i failed my own trial. oh but as like half-assed lore i can say that the ruins of the church that rei mistakenly calls a castle in this chapter is designed after the cathedral of my city. which is not in ruins. there's also no pool by it like in the chapter. but the environment, i based on my city. the north is meant to be a fusion of northern europe, italy, and the US, so it's easy to model resting palace (the capital) after the city i live in, because this place is old as dicks. and european.

this is part 1 of idon'tknowhowmany. depends on if i survive

#4kingdoms stuff #i read my own fic and die while at it

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