#i was like eh whatever i dont FEEEEL like it

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i love palia but the way account syncing works is dogshit

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Murasakibara’s s/o trying out for a sport and doesn’t make it, so she cries and he gets startled. S/o says, “you’ve always been good basketball but I’ve never been good anything”

Oh my god, I feeeel this request. I might’ve gotten a little carried away with this one. My high school didn’t do tryouts, but if you sucked at the sport you wouldn’t play at all…lol softball. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I added a little angst but a good ending ;)

- Admin Pocky

under the cut for length :) (i think I’ll do this with all scenarios since they tend to be longer)

Y/n had always thought volleyball was a graceful sport that required an immense amount of strategy. The way the setter was depended on by the rest of the teammates to make the perfect set, and the way the spiker would leap as high as they could to slam the ball down on the other side of the net.

Even though it was her decision which sport she would try out for, her boyfriend was pushign her to go for basketball. He was a basketball player himself, a former junior high prodigy from Teiko, a part of the Generation of Miracles. Murasakibara thought it would be fun if she joined the girl’s basketball team since he was on Yosen’s men’s team, kind of like a cute basketball thing. That’s the way he saw it.

But she knew he’d somehow turn it into a compeition, seeing as he thought he was more powerful than anyone when it came to basketball, and she didn’t want that to affect their relationship. So, inevitably, she chose volleyball to avoid any type of competitive skirmish.

All she had wanted to do was become more active and social in her school. Yosen encouraged students to become more involved so everyone would be surrounded by a band of teammates, clubmates, and even classmates whenever the going got tough. So why did she get turned away when she actually tried to get more involved?

Y/n had tried her hardest during the volleyball tryouts, despite having almost no prior experience with the sport; her passes went up for the most part, she was able to the set the ball to a certain spot, but her spikes were less than okay, and she guessed that was her downfall: she wasn’t strong enough.

“I dont understand, was it really because their team was full? They only had about eight people. You need six to play…surely, they had room for one more!” y/n sobbed into Murasakibara’s chest. He chewed pensively on a chocolate pocky stick and kept his arms firmly squeezing her shaking body. He didn’t understand why y/n was so upset, he told her she should’ve tried out for basketball instead. With his connection to the team, she probably would’ve made it.

An idea popped into his head as he finished the pocky stick. He gulped hurriedly so he could explain his idea to y/n, quite proud of himself for having thought it up in the first place.

“y/n-chin, you can still try out for other sports, you know.”

“Like what?” y/n sniffled, looking up at Murasakibara with red, puffy eyes. “I only wanted to play volleyball.”

“How about basketball?”

“Atsu, I told you a million times. No.” She mumbled, burying her face back into his chest to signify the end of the conversation. She sometimes felt as if Murasakibara treated her like a doll, thinking she had no original thoughts and no will and that she’d do anything he told her to. This was just an example of that.

“Ne, y/n-chin, it wouldn’t even matter if you tried out. You could get onto the team no problem, because I’d put in a good word for you.” Murasakibara said before stuffing a handful of potato chips into his mouth. Y/n remained silent, listening to him crunch and swallow repeatedly, feeling herself starting to boil up with anger.

She clenched her fists against his chest before snapping her head up to glare at him.

“Eh? What’s wrong–”

“Murasakibara, do you think I’m some sort of doll? I’m not going to do whatever you say!” She shouted, causing Mura to stop chewing. He was more than shocked to find his gentle and sweet y/n-chin angry and yelling at him. After all, he was just making a suggestion so she could be on the basketball team like he was. He watched as angry tears started to fall from her face as she stood with her hands on her hips and glared at him.

“It’s insulting to me that you would just force me to join a team based on what you say! Do you really think I suck so much that you have to ‘put in a good word’ for me? I don’t want to do basketball! Don’t you understand that? I wanna get good at something on my own!” y/n continued to shout, letting tears fall angrily from her eyes. She couldn’t see Murasakibara’s pained and shocked expression through her tear-laden eyelashes, but she knew he was bound to close himself off to her for being so aggressive toward him.

She wished she could stop screaming, but she was too disappointed in herself and too fed up with Atsushi’s suggestions. She wanted to do something on her own.

“And..and dont’ you think its unfair? You’ve always been good basketball but I’ve never been good anything!” She stormed out of Murasakibara’s room and passed Himuro on her way out of the dorm, who, upon seeing her tear-stained face, immediately went into Atsushi’s room.

She ran all the way to her own dorm, and slammed the door to her room shut, not wanting to deal with her roommates. The exhaustion from the events eventually took over her body, and she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up at around two in the morning to take a shower and go back to sleep, she found a missed call and a new text from Murasakibara. She blinked, remembering what she had said to him, and immediately felt guilty. He probably didn’t know that he had upset her so much, since she never told him how much it bothered her and chose to bottle it up instead. She hesitantly opened the text and began to cry again at the contents.

My y/n-chin, Muro-chin told me to write this because apparently sappy texts make girls feel better after a fight. But I don’t think what we had was a fight. I think you were just letting your feelings out because I did something that bothered you. I feel guilty about forcing you to do something that you don’t want to do. I know I can be stupid sometimes, and I guess I was too stupid to notice it was bothering you. I’m really sorry, y/n-chin. You’re the cutest, funniest, bestest, greatest girlfriend in the world. You’re so sweet to me y/n-chin…please don’t leave me. I’m really sorry…speaking of sweet things…I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? I love you.

y/n smiled at her giant boyfriend’s way with words. He was too innocent for her to stay mad at. Before she got ready to take a shower, she replied: Of course, I’ll never leave you. I love you more.

[expfcultragreen]

And/or, the bored and horny are capitalizing on desperation swork. Interesting framing there eh

In lieu of a universal living wage, ie, under capitalism, all sex work is unfortunately in the dubious consent zone. Like all occupational work is. None of it can be proven to be voluntary so the issue of whether it feeeels like it is, because youd do it for free (but have been told to earn a living somehow in a teetering world of growing income inequality and disparity of opportunity), is irrelevant in the matter of the structural realities at play. Until those structures are adjusted, if we say "we consented to participate as whatever type of worker in the capitalist economy" or that "alternatives arent made perilously difficult to get going due to state violence/worker roundup, nah, its that we just 'dont wanna' or something," we're telling ourselves foundationally-irrational fables thatre easier to deal with than alternatives, and that makes me somewhat more dubious that its an accurate assessment

If sex work is predatory on peoples wallets, where does that end? Capitalist life is about being predatory on peoples wallets. Look at jeff fucking bezos. He didnt invent a goddamn thing. He's a gimmicky salesman from the dotcom boom era. Ugh. He's basically an at-home (so, very low barrier shopper-side, in terms of time and cost associated with impulse spending on pottery barn shit) shopaholism pusher. Amazon is like a casino or chuck e cheese or whatever, its mostly just empty coin tossing into the shitty prize abyss

When you look at something you got on amazon, do you like....remember clicking buy or whatever? (I think about its place in my life, but i dont have many items off amazon.)