#ignore me in any case mwah

[pismaco]

ig theyre kinda pink huh...

im writing another book rn but spooky season is approaching and ngl that IS these kids' time to shine.... emo kid x goody 2 shoes

[slutsssphobia]

'𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄!'

This request is just so mwah 🌹

Request!:""here me out,,,,, nsfw of douma and afab!reader of overstim, public(in front of Muzan), while the reader is a hashira but like he has to keep going, and temp play with ice?????"" Muzan could join to

Warnings!: Dom!douma,sub!fem!reader,Dom! muzan,mean!douma,mean!muzan,size kink,belly bulge,monster fucking,slight non con?(reader got kidnapped) dubious con, double penetration,blowjob mention, ice play, temperature play

A/n:this is my longest work so far 🍷

(little backround)

You had been out on a mission to seek out a location by the name of "internal paradise cult'' It was led by a demon you had to hunt down. 'Douma'. "Are you sure you can go alone?" Shinobu asked you while preparing your med kit in case you injure yourself on the journey. "There's no demon I can't take!" You said proudly. You've worked your ass off to claim your spot as a hashira, shinobu left you some extra food in case. She secured your basket and sent you off, your journey awaited you as you stepped into the forest. You had your head up high, your mind was set on this journey.

You grew to become tired and slumped yourself on a log and opened your prepared basket. You took a sip of water from your small jug. As you twisted the lid shut you heard something in the far distance.

Snap!

You quickly rose in defense and scanned the area for any threat. To your surprise it was just a small animal passing by. You sighed and placed your sword back on your side, you were about to depart but you sensed the presence of something behind you. Your head snapped to look at what was behind and your eyes widened.

"hello there.."

There stood a shadow looming over your small form, you immediately charged towards it and raised your sword to strike an attack but to your disadvantage your ankle had been grabbed by a strong force. You helped as the shadow revealed itself as the one and only.

Douma.

"looking for something? You seem puzzled dear!"

The demon let a stifled laugh, you struggled against his grip. You tried kicking him, you reached for your sword it was just out of reach. The demon noticed you reaching for your sword and smiled. "Aww you want this?"

Douma took your sword and threw it almost as far as a yard away. You were in a fit of fear, you fought for your release but the demon only sat you on his lap and toyed with your uniform. "Let me go!"

You cried as the demon unbuttoned your uniform slowly, the demon only ignored your pleas and continued. He licked his pale lips as your laced bra was revealed. You shuddered at the cold air hitting your warm skin, you hated how the demon had so much control over you. "Not so feisty now huh?"

Douma teased as he removed your black laced bra and freed your breasts from the confinement, you tried to cover your breast but your arms were put behind your back in order to restrain you. Douma took your hardened nipple in his mouth rolling the bud against his tongue. His warm tongue was making you go feral, he switched to your other nipple releasing with a small pop!

He gave the same treatment to the other and grinned at your reactions. Douma lifted your chin with his index and placed his lips on your warm ones. You tried to pull away but douma held you in place keeping you still. He bit your bottom lip harshly demanding entrance into your mouth. You refused. You kept your fighting spirit, you couldn't give in.

Douma saw right through you and bit harsher, it made you whimper and leave your mouth agape for doumas tongue to slip in. He moaned into your mouth sending a warm fuzzy feeling to your core. You felt a wetness form in your panties. Your body was failing you, you couldn't be aroused! This a demon we are talking about for crying out loud!

Douma smirked and pulled away from the steamy kiss. "Someone's excited..you're gonna have to wait darling~"

Douma pecked your lips once more before your vision went black.

"did you find her?" Muzan asked douma as he was sitting on his throne head titled down.

"yes Lord muzan" douma replied bowing before the demon king, douma had brought you in due to muzan's orders. Of course douma found you fascinating and wanted you all to himself but it was his master's order.

"bring her in"

Douma rose from his knees and exited the room to retrieve you from your so called "room" douma had given you. You were still fast asleep when douma carried you in. You had taken a harsh blow to the head.

After five minutes had passed by you had awoken from your slumber, your vision was blurry and your leg had been wounded from what seemed nails. You rubbed your eye lids and opened your eyes to see from what it seemed the demon king. You were terrified at this point, you would have never thought you would come across muzan. Well not now in time at least, you were trembling at this point. Your lips quivered, "why am I here..?" You dared to question muzan. "No one gave you permission to speak."

Muzan spoke and glared at you with those red beaming eyes. His eye intimidated you, just a glare made you shiver.

"give her a punishment douma."

Muzan sat still in his chair eyes directed at you never leaving your body. "With pleasure~"

Douma purred as he got closer to you. He picked you up from the cold hard floor and placed you on the bed. You pleaded for him not to hurt you but your pleas went on deaf ears as douma harshly discarded your clothing leaving you on full display.

Douma kneeled at the edge of the bed and gripped your thighs and scooted you more towards the edge. Douma blew cold air against your wet fold making you gasp. Douma used his blood demon art and made a small icicle. "W-wait no please!" You begged him not to put it in you. He stroked your thigh and kissed the soft flesh. "It won't hurt dear""

At this point you didn't have anyone to believe so you stopped complaining hoping all of this would end. He slowly inserted the icicle into your sopping hole. The coldness made you shriek, douma used his tongue to push it farther in. He used this advantage and started licking fat stripes along your cold pussy.

Muzan sat and watched douma toy with you. He had a growing bulge in his pants from just the sight of you. Douma lifted his head from in between your legs and removed his pants and boxers. You were in a trance unable to think or say. The only thing that made it out of your mouth was only short babbles and moans.

Douma slapped his dick against your pussy and smiled, he leaned close to your ear and whispered sweet nothings. He slowly slipped it in not giving you time to adjust.

You screamed out loud and clawed at his back, he moaned out from the feeling and thrusted faster into you. The sound of slapping ringed in muzan's ears. He smirked at the faces you were making as douma harshly pounded into your tight pussy.

After about 15 minutes douma let out his fifth load into you. You already had two orgasms already your body was shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. Doumas thrusts were becoming sloppy, the bulge on your stomach was showing as he let out one last thrust.

"so pretty ~"

Douma cooed as he pulled out of you watching his cum ooze out your pussy. Soon after you didn't realize muzan was now sitting at the edge of the bed as well. "Douma fuck her mouth"

Muzan ordered. Douma scooted over to where your head rested and smiled sweetly masking his lewd intentions. Muzan already had his pants removed and lined himself at your entrance. He slammed without warning which made you yelp. "Fucking whore"

Muzan spat as douma plunged his cock in your mouth closing your airway. You gagged in his size. You couldn't help but swirl your tongue against him. His tip hit your throat many times but to doumas surprise your gag reflex was impressive. Muzan's pace was godly he had no intention of stopping. He was rearranging your insides at this point. He hit your cervix which made you go over the edge. You squirted all over his cock which made him harden.

Douma moaned as you sent vibrations to his cock from your own moans. He finally came in your mouth which you immediately swallowed.

Muzan pulled out of you and sat on the edge of the bed.

"douma get over here"

Muzan ordered. Douma sat on his knees before muzan and fanned himself. "You completed your mission bringing the hashira to me. I'll pity you and give you some of my blood in return." Muzan stopped for a moment.

"at one cost." Muzan started. Douma looked at muzan with doe eyes. "Please me."

They are just so augh- 🍷

Ty for requesting love 🌺

[vqrtualheartss]

𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 1610 𝔁 𝓐𝓺𝓾𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓫 𝓐𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓽

ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ|

HEY YALL, so I made a lil drabble n stuff idk what else to sayy.

ALSO, my page is growing sm whatt😭. I love love love love love y'all, mwah. Like y'all don't know how it makes me feel thinking abt when I started this page, also sorry for the future heartache if y'all r not strong.

'Who's Aquaweb??' YOU. Click here for some info(more to come obvi)

Expect a song rec cause y'all know how much I like to incorporate music into my workss, I like that the song goes well alongside the fic, but its based off of Waiting room by Phoebe Bridgers

This doesn't apply to any gender

"It's for the better, just know it's for the better" Clinging on Miles' hand, the struggle in his eyes remained evident. Of course it were having to hold on to a whole person and police vehicle with weak web fluid, not to mention the emotional strain the current moments had on his heart.

"This cannot be happening, not when I haven't even found Miles"

"This can not be happening"

Nothing the father or son thought and said could've stopped the series of misfortunes for even a second. Because indeed, without a doubt, Miles' canon event was in process. What the Spider-Society, including yourself failed to decipher was that there were another crucial variable to Miles' canon: you.

"Miles you have to let me go"

The soft eyes you gave to him made the beautiful chaos seem mediocre. Be it the case that you had to be thrown onto a broken off bridge, Miles was going to make sure you were alive at least.

"I can do both, I can save you both"

Through his own peripheral he saw you shaking your head, tears dampening and streaming through the holes of your rubbed out mask. Since ever, you knew Miles had to ability to do great things. It wasn't something new when monitoring him for over 2 years now. But this, this whole thing was too much pressure for such a diamond.

"MILES"

Using her own strength, Gwen formed a shaky structure underneath the car.

Instantly, his head shot up to her, to Gwen. The gaze they both shared mocked the brief conversation between you two.

Whatever.

That was something you knew you could never achieve with him, that stare, that intimate, loving, beatific, blissful, longing stare.

"I don't want to do this anymore"

Immediately, your expression morphed from a slight saddened to wistful. Taking advantage of their ignorance, you snapped the thinning web fluid that held you to Miles. The web fluid that held you off the bridge, away from the deep waters below; held you living.

Blocking out the screams of terror and ache, you dived head first into the ocean, the last bit of air to ever enter your body escaping with a sigh.

Reappropriate arrogance. You know that you were nothing in that moment to Miles than a person in need of saving, not because he loved you, saw you as family or even a close friend.

I got the "I'm not gonna be here forever" talk yesterday and I feel sad like why are you gonna tell me that.

[luverbov]

𐀔 (𝓢) igzai headcanons ィ

“ I never understood, what i was born for “

↺ requested by a friend ( <3 ) fluff 𔓘 ooc

ꕀ Pre-relationship

Ah, so we ignore chapter 114 and Mersault goes smoothly along with Fyodors death, Sigma is finally free, and so Dazai keeps his promise and recruits him to the ADA where he had his entrance exam and our silly casino boy passed.

Sigma sits next to Atsushi, they know each other a little and I feel like they'd be really good friends so!

Sigma is Atsushi's partner (CAUSE Dazai's is Kunikida) and sometimes Dazai gets jealous and whines so he can work with Sigma once every now-and-then.

Since Atsushi is still Dazai's subordinate, I think Sigma would be Kunikida's but they switch sometimes.

Sometimes Dazai goes up to Atsushi and tells him fetch him a coffee, which Atsushi- being the sweetheart he is, obliges to. But really, Dazai just wanted to steal Atsushi's place for a few minutes to annoy and flirt with Sigma.

Dazai takes Sigma down the coffee shop downstairs and Sigma has to watch his painfully horrible attempts of flirting with the waitress and shamelessly embarrassing himself which is lowkey funny to Sigma.

I dunno why I feel like Sigma has givin Dazai the silent treatment a lot and Dazai whines and begs him for attention, he's just spoiled like that ¯\_( ツ )_/¯

Dazai was the one to confess because Sigmas a pussy and I feel like it happened on accident too

ꕀ They're inlove

Honestly Ranpo and Yosano wonders why they didn't date sooner, it was so obvious they were into each other that even Kunikida noticed. Anyways after a few months of teasing and flirting, Dazai grew some balls and asked Sigma out with Ranpo's assistance.

Sigma gives Dazai dark chocolate sometimes, esp after a mission because Dazai likes dark chocolate, FIGHT THE WALL. Dazai loves these little presents and you can catch a glimpse of actual happiness when he receives these. Not silliness. Happiness.

In return Dazai takes Sigma out and treats him to street food (esp crab) because Sigma practically grew up in the Sky Casino, he probably has never had these.

Dazai loves to brag about Sigma to Chuuya and Kunikida, and both of them questions how Sigma deals with Dazai, and honestly, poor boy has no idea either, he just does.

"Well I have a lover! I don't see anyone chasing after you Chuuya~"

Dazai loves rambling about his day to Sigma while cuddling, it makes him feel so safe as Sigma gently strokes Dazai's hair and listen to him rant.

THEY MOVED IN TOGETHER.

Sometimes, Sigma gets woken by Dazai whispering stupid stuff at like 2am which mostly just to piss Sigma off. Dazai always apologizes afterwards and makes it up with gifts and cookies.

Dazai loves admiring Sigma sleep, like they'll be cuddling with Dazai on a sleeping Sigmas chest and Dazai just traces his face gently and plays with his hair

Dazai is a big fan of physical touch so he'll always be grabbing Sigmas waists and hips, he's a lap-sitter for sure and he doesn't mind PDA. They'll be solving a case together and Dazai would randomly kiss Sigmas cheek and enjoy the flustered reaction as Sigma tries to hide his rosy cheeks.

Dazai is a "honey, dear, angel, beautiful" typa guy while Sigma is a "my love, sweetheart" typa guy. I don't think any of them uses "babe, darling, ect." ( Chuuya tho 👀 )

Sigmas kisses are short, gentle pecks which Dazai is more of a sultry, sensual and teasing kiss cause he's just Dazai.

They slow dance from time to time because it reminds them of the day they met, the whole ADA finds it adorable.

ᐢ..ᐢ Shout out to my friend @8st-rjj for helping me, mwah ! ᨒ

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[boyfhee]

ANNOUNCEMENT ( and a real one this time pls pls pls read )

i have had a few people in my ask box asking to be moots and i would love to be moots with you guys and some of the amazing writers that have followed me in the meantime as well BUT i'm turning 20 this may, and it really makes me uncomfortable to interact with anyone below 16 or max 15.

if you're below 15 kindly do not interact with me unless i do first, since i don't want to accidently make you uncomfortable either. you're very much welcomed to read my works as all of them are sfw and suggestive, at max.

aside from that, if you're a minor and would like to be moots, please make sure you have age specified on your blog. i absolutely do not want to end up following a 13 year old. you can let me know your age privately through asks if you're not comfortable disclosing it to everyone. i won't post it and will reply privately.

that being said, this isn't applicable to my current moots but if any of my mutuals are uncomfortable if in case we have quite the age gap, please unfollow ( and let me know so that i could unfollow too ) at the end of the day, i just want tumblr to be fun for both of us and i absolutely do not want you / me to keep following each other despite being uncomfortable.

here's my updated carrd ✶ navi

++ i am not ignoring anyone's asks or dms i'm just super busy and trying to stay off tumblr as much as possible for the time being, but this was important and had to be addressed. thank u for being patient i luv u all mwah ^▽^

not tagging any moots since it's unnecessary but i hope this post finds you ^_^

[zorkaya-moved]

me @ tumblr rpc: YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLOT WITH OCs and it shows.

And you know what? That happens. Plotting is hard. Honestly? Hate plotting so much if I don't know a person these days because I just feel overly anxious and ramble. So yeah, anyhow... Let me share some personal thoughts! THIS DOES NOT TOUCH ON PEOPLE WHO TAKE THEIR TIME, PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME IN PLOTTING AND PLEASE DO EVERYTHING ON YOUR OWN PACE! THIS IS A HOBBY AND THIS IS SOMETHING WE DO FOR FUN! This is based solely on some of my own experiences with SOME plotting (not all ofc!) as a woman oc writer in 2022-2023. I've had fantabulous experience with plotting and not so much. Please know you're valid, Ily, thank you for bearing with my burnt out ass in plottings. Mwah. Stay winning.

We all suffer from the collective dead brain cell syndrome when it comes to plotting any interaction, but do you know what kind of sucks and makes little ol' me tinsy bit bitter at the end of 2023 after going through countless people who just ignored my plotting proposals when I gave a ton of ideas? And what I'm going to call out just a tiny bit as a woman oc writer?

You can get into wikipedia and seek out information about a canon character to figure out some ideas on plots if you don't know the fandom, but do you do the same for OCs? 'Cuz OCs are sure as hell the very same 'canons from fandoms I don't know' type of situation.

Do you reach out to the CREATOR who can answer all your questions no matter how miniscule they can be? We, OC writers, are ready to give you the deep lore if you ask.

Do you check out about pages or headcanon pages? Hell, some of us have DETAILED NAVIGATION PAGES FOR VERSES! Is your OC or Canon from there? Check it out! Read! Find what interests YOU or if you didn't find something? Just ask the WRITER! Simple, innit? God, Imma be real, some of y'all gonna get my DMs like 'Listen, I can't find if you have this hc, could you please link it to me?' because I want info for plot ideas and if you do the same to me? I kiss u platonically.

Lemme give you a Done For You plotting thoughts you can use on how to plot with OCs, ladies and gents and nonbinary folks!

Do you have a specific dynamic you WANT for your character? Perhaps, you see a villain OC and want smth toxic to try out - ASK. Or you see an OC that might be a fun friend or neighbor or any other more positive dynamic - ASK. Inquire each other about what DYNAMICS you're open to. Oh you open to all? Sick. PUT DOWN YOUR BOUNDARIES FIRST. BOTH SIDES. SPEAK YOUR BOUNDARIES.

Do you have verses both of your characters are in? Be it OC & OC or Canon & OC? Noice, discuss all possible connections your characters might have! Offer ideas! Offer thoughts! The worst thing another can say is 'no'. And if so? COUNTLESS POSSIBILITIES. Yummy possibilities. Friends, childhood friends, childhood rivals, exes, rivals, co-workers, fight on sight, live next to each other, see each other in the same fucking cafe your muse goes at 2 pm specifically and ALWAYS sees another muse there... Countless. I'm telling you.

JUST DO THE FIRST STEP TOO WHEN YOU INTERACT WITH OCS, I'M ON MY KNEES BEGGING.

OFFER. IDEAS. The vaguest ones will do ok too. I cannot stress this enough but as an OC writer, I've had instances where I just... Gave 5 ideas only to have someone just drop me. Fully and completely. Not the 'I'll reach out to you later I need to think about this' but just full on 'wow this is too much plotting and I don't want to invest that much time' like it sucks. It sucks being the only person offering possible dynamics, ideas, even funny ones in some cases! I'm so burnt out from plotting dynamics because I keep. Offering. Ideas. But I don't have the same feedback loop. More like I have 0 feedback in the instances I dive into possibilities which burnt me out from plotting altogether, closing plotting possibilities with those who may actually be the same kind of insane as I am. And it sucks. Bless you all who give vague ideas or not vague ideas. Love you. You're fucking champions.

BE OPEN TO ASKING QUESTIONS, PLEASE ASK QUESTIONS, HOLY SHIT, PLEASE. Please never forget to ask "Hey, how would you feel about this scenario?" or "Would your character be in this kind of situation? Maybe that's how they met and started hanging out?" or "Oh, how about us trying out this type of dynamic and see where it goes?" or anything, really.

Anyways, this is just my 2 am psa because yeah why not. December sucks ass so why not speak out my thoughts at the end of 2023 to enter 2024 with sunglasses and cool Women OCs Propaganda I will continue preaching. You're all welcome to reblog this.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

👑Being Seijoh’s Manager 👑

Having a crush on Yahaba Shigeru

Yahaba Shigeru fearing Seijoh x GN! Reader

Warnings: mostly fluff, possessive Yahaba, light Iwaizumi type swearing, Oikawas presence

A/N: I had a thought. This is that thought.

Oof YN 😅

This boy is a little bit of a self absorbed one

But you know what, that’s ok because we all are

He’s an ESFP (like mwah) and I can confirm that, deep down, we are very caring and passionate about the people we admire

Such is the case with Yahaba

Literally the definition of “I don’t care but I really do care you just don’t see it”

*enter YN* 🙌🏻 our magnificent, wonderful and amazing manager 🥰

The team honestly adore you and I do not blame them on bit

You are extremely competent and hardworking, you make practice fun and make all the boys work their hardest

You’re in your second year along with Watari, Yahaba and Kyotani

But of course, you have to deal with your wonderful 🙄 upperclassmen

*cough* OIKAWA *cough*

Now you respect your upperclassman

Let me rephrase that, you respect Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa and sure you’ve noticed how cute they are

But your type was definitely someone else on the team 👀

You see, you’ve had a crush on Yahaba for a while now, since first year really

You always thought he was cute and fun to be around, his drive for school and his favorite support really encouraged you to try your hardest

But you see, Yahaba seemed to never really pay much attention to you

Sure he was nice and sweet but he kind of just, well co-existed with you

It honestly broke your heart a little 🥺

You’d see how he’d act around other managers, saying how cute they were but he never gave you that same energy back

It was always “thanks Yn” or “hey Yn can you do this for me?”

But you see 👀 my precious Angel, that was merely a front to hide our dear Yahaba’s true feelings for you

At first, he was conflicted

You had always been a little shy but sweet, never really making waves or doing anything to rock the boat

His teammates fawned over you and boy did it annoy him 😅

But at the same time, he was in denial of his feelings for you

He just thought he liked you simply because you were cute, funny, kind, amazingly generous, sweet, etc.

It definitely wasn’t because he liked you in any other way, definitely not-

Sure hunny, keep telling yourself that 😏

He watched you intensely as you interacted with his team, avoiding your gaze when your attention turned to him

However there was a certain someone who noticed all of this

One of our favorites, Kyotani 🥰

While he doesn’t particularly like Yahaba, he does have a soft spot for our sweet manager

He sees how you look at Yahaba, how your mood changes when he talks to you and how you deflate when he ignores you

It honestly annoys him how desperate you seem sometimes, so he decides to take action

One day at practice, he walks up to you and says “YN why don’t you tell that idiot how you feel?”

You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ huh?

“Come on YN, we can all see how much you like him, just to confess,” he says, rolling his eyes

You 👉🏻👀 no idea what you’re talking about-

“Do you want me to tell Oikawa?” He prodded

You 👉🏻😐😳

“Kentaro, please don’t! I know I should confess but he doesn’t like me in that way and I don’t want to get rejected. It will crush me,” you say in return

Kyotani doesn’t probe you any further but he still isn’t satisfied with that answer

So he decides to move onto the main source of the problem

“Yahaba!” He shouts as he walks into the club room

The room goes silent because these idiots are all so nosy

Iwaizumi is on guard because like, it’s Kyotani

He’s on his way to break up the impending fight when Kyotani says something…

“Do you like Yn or not?” He bluntly says as Iwaizumi stops

Mattsun and Makki have their shirts half way over their heads

Watari is just stops and listens 👂

Kunimi and Kindaichi are slowly putting on their knee pads

Yahaba just stands there, eyes narrowing on Kyotani

“Pppffttt, of course I don’t like Yn. At least, not in a romantic way,” he says, turning his nose up at kyotani and adjusting his shirt

Sure bby, keep lying to yourself 🙃

Kyotani 👉🏻😐😑

“Ok then you won’t care if I ask Yn out then?” He says as he turns to walk to his locker

Yahaba 👉🏻😃 whet-

Suddenly the air has become a little more tense

But then it’s ruined when Oikawa enters the chat…

“Hello to my favorite team!” He rejoices as everyone turns to glare at him

“SHITTYKAWA SHUT UP!” Iwaizumi yells as a volleyball is belted in the setters directions

Oikawa 👉🏻😁 🏐💨 = 💀

“Iwa-Chan I just wanted to greet my team!!” He cries as everyone continues to ignore him

“What do you mean you are going to ask Yn out?” Yahaba cuts off Oikawa’s whines

Oikawa now 👉🏻 🤕 😐😳 say what-

“I mean, if you don’t like Yn, then I’m going to ask them out because why shouldn’t I? It’s not like it’s going to interfere with the team,” Kyotani shrugs as Yahaba continues to stare daggers in the back of his skull

Oof Yahaba is big M A D now

“You don’t even like Yn like that, why would you ask them on a date?” He says, coming up next to Kyotani

The rest of the team is all like 👉🏻👀 🍿🍵

“What’s it matter to you always? You don’t like Yn like that remember?” kyotani says, slamming his locker and walking to the gym

Yahaba is seething with anger as he balls his fist and continues to get ready

I’m standing by this fact, all the Seijoh boys are hella possessive

Like literally you do not encroach on what’s theirs

And while Yahaba might THINK he doesn’t like you in that way, he’s starting to feel like maybe he does

At practice, he watches your every move

He tenses every time he see Kyotani looking at you or even coming close to your space

He gets bothered when the other guys do it too but Kyo is the one that really sets him over the edge

During a practice match, Yahaba is up to serve and is slamming them straight into the other teams court

“Dang man, that’s your third service ace,” Mattsun says as he watches Yahaba look between you and the court

His eyes fixate on Kyotani who is on the other side as he slams yet another serve

You watch in awe, clapping and cheering when Yahaba lands yet another serve ace

“Shigeru you are killing it!” You scream as Yahaba looks over at your beaming face

That’s it, he definitely has to do something

So when the match ends and he’s picking up, he notices Kyotani approaching you again

Oh heck no 😡

“Hey!” Yahaba shouts as you immediately turn to face him, “I told you to back off YN!”

You 👉🏻 🧍😳😲 what???

Kyotani 👉🏻😒

Yahaba 👉🏻😠😳

Seijoh 👉🏻🫣

Oikawa 👉🏻 probably laying on the floor with a concussion

“YN don’t listen to him! He’s just trying to ask you out because he knows I like you,” Yahaba says as you continue to stare

“Actually I was just asking Yn for a towel,” Kyotani 🙃

“You like me Shigeru?” You ask 🥹

“Uhh yeah I guess I do,” he says rubbing the back of his neck

You get so excited that you fling yourself into his arms, hugging him so tight

“I like to you too,” you say as Yahaba settles and hugs you back

The team is all smiling and fawning over their sweet bbys

Until someone ruins it 🙄

“Now make sure you treat our little Yn-chan well Yahaba,” Oikawa interrupts

Yahaba just glares at Oikawa as you roll your eyes

Iwaizumi is all like, “just say the word” 🏐 💨

“Oikawa I’m sure Shigeru will treat me just fine,” you say as Yahaba squeezes your waist

“You should probably call me by my first name too Yn, we don’t want to show any favoritism now so we?” oikawa grins

You 👉🏻 😐 Iwa

Iwaizumi 👉🏻 say less 😈

[amyyythestarry]

THOUGHTS ON THE NEW TBHK CHAPTER PT. 2!!

OK SO, READ MY OTHER CHAPTER ANALYSIS FIRST.

But, this one is just gonna be about the whole Hanako crying after Tsukasa took Nene.

So I’ve seen someone give their reviews on the new chapter and I totally admire their perspective. But also they open up a lot of new theories and thoughts about characters that I would have never thought of.

So I now think that Hanako wasn’t just crying because Tsukasa stole Nene ( That’s definitely one of the reasons ).

He’s probably also sad that he got left out!!

Ever since Tsukasa showed up in the broken clock tower, he was only focused on Nene. Appeared right in front of Nene, directly talked to her, was in her perfect line of view. Meanwhile, Hanako just couldn’t see him clearly more than one time.

Talking to Nene directly about the ‘old Amane’. Hanako is just there.

He finally got in front of them both. But he’s still only talking to Nene. Hanako is just there.

Partly in Hanako’s line of view for a mili-second.

Goes right over to Nene and stays there. Hanako is in the background again. Even while this happens.

He can’t clearly see what going on behind him, when the kiss happens he strains to move his pupil. He knows they’re kissing because of the ‘mwah’, but he can’t see it! Only in peripheral vision. Only from the corner of his eye can he see just a little bit of what’s going on. And it’s right beside him.

Tsukasa’s taking Nene away, and Hanako doesn’t have any other choice but to stand there, and reflect on what’s going on.

I feel like he was thinking “My brother came here, talked to Nene only ( Left me entirely out of the one-sided conversation ), kissed her and ditched me with just a single goodbye.”

Tsukasa only talked to him three times during the whole interaction!

But the whole time he was having that one-sides convo with Nene. Hanako was still just there. The background character while all of this was going on.

Hanako was left out!

He cries his eyes out by the fact that, not only his brother taking away Nene, but ALSO DITCHING HIM. NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM. Totally ignoring him and only interacting with Nene!!

Tsukasa seems to always talk to Amane whenever he is around. He always greets him in a hug or whatever, talks to him, includes him in the conversation, most of the time. Right?

Especially in Hell Of Mirrors. He was paying attention to Amane.

And in the PP arc.

But that wasn’t the case this time! Tsukasa didn’t give his brother a hug, a greeting “Aaamane” was all he got out of this chapter, and it was barely a greeting. Just to see if Amane was also frozen.

Not only did his brother steal his assistant, but he also COMPLETELY IGNORED HIM!

‘TSUKASA WASN’T MAINLY FOCUSED ON ME?? WTF, THE BETRAYAL!!!????’

Betrayal indeed.

Amane probably isn’t used to that. Not used to Tsukasa brushing past him, more eager to talk to someone else more than he’s eager to talk to his big brother.

I’m not saying it hasn’t happened before. Tsukasa definitely has thought of other things besides Amane. Definitely. Amane isn’t the only thing that’s on his mind 24/7.

But Amane probably doesn’t want to hear that, that his brother doesn’t prioritize him over anything or anyone else. He wants to be comforted by the fact that his favorite person in the world is totally obsessed with him, he invades Tsukasa’s thoughts only, nothing else.

But, this obviously, probably showed Amane that’s not the case.

His brother left him out. He was left out. He doesn’t like being left out.

But he was, and at the end of Kamome too.

Most be a lot to take in.

[youngestdaughtersyndrome]

tagged by @kommunarde to talk about 5 things im interested in!!! mwah <3

1.) sally hansen insta-dri nail laquer in shade beet-ing heart: its wretched. its horrific. its so bright that you can see it perfectly in in a dark room. my phone case is a similar color and it almost makes the iphone (least erotic machine ever) erotic. beet-ing heart comes to me in dreams as a weapon of god. if i ever found myself in twin peaks' black lodge, the curtains would be beet-ing heart instead of red. when my body gets cut open for an autopsy, i would want all my organs and blood to be beet-ing heart pink, if only to baffle and nauseate the pathologists. freakshow pink. i-killed-my-boyfriend-and-now-his-body-is-rotting-in-the-trunk pink. john waters double feature pink. 1980s special effects pink. it’s rocky horror’s speed freak cousin, unstable terror, and it just bit off someone’s dick while giving them a blowjob. bass-boosted nightcore remixes of hyperpop. any horror movie involving a pageant. its gleeful and disruptive and entirely horrific and i am so fucking obsessed with it that i could eat it. pictures cannot do this monstrosity justice.

2.) the iconography of coca cola: coca cola is effectively a superstar to me. pop stars want what coca cola has. the red and white can has become so culturally ingrained that to even mention coca cola is like invoking the presence of Big America into the conversation. its effectively the shein coquette section of drinks-- its trying to remain like 50s/60s-flirtatious-picnics-fourth of july-lana del rey-patriotism and its working, which is insane because its actually microplastics-child slavery-landfill fuel-destroying multiple environments-capitalism. i hate her. i can't live without her. i want to murder suicide us. she (the iconic can full of delicious beverage) is everything and he (coca cola corporation) is actually far more sinister than ken could ever dream being. the can and the corporation are entirely separate in the societal mind like some sort of beverage dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, purely because shes our beautiful girlfriend whose faults we must ignore if we want to keep dating her. absolutely fascinating to me.

3.) red as a fetish: i'm not talking about how sexy things are red-- or at least red adjacent (think: genitalia, an open throat, a lot of lingerie, sex scene lighting in some films, etc), i'm talking about how red has transcended the cultural association of sex and being "naughty" to become something that brands things as adult or sexual by its mere presence. i know dozens of girls who got told by their parents to never wear red nail polish or lipstick or a red dress because it would make them come off as slutty or harlots or whatever word the parents felt like using to describe promiscuity. red is also one of the first colors to have a cultural gender binary inside of it, based off societal expectations for men vs. women-- on a man red says "aggression", but on a woman red says "sex". i don't think it would be like that if our general culture allowed women to be angry and was normal about angry women (as opposed to having the separate section of "female rage" consisting of crying or maybe a slap-- something that comes off to me as more of a purple or dark blue, in all honesty) but thats a separate post. red's nature is that its a primal and biological color, signaling blood and sex to the masses, and this means that anything thats red has the effect of biology which makes it fuckable, even if its something as paltry as a soda can or a shoe. because of this effect, red has transcended being used for fetishes and has become a fetish in itself, and i just think thats neat.

4.) smells and love: i know i have a bit of a sensitive nose, but everyone has a separate smell to them. its impacted by what the person consumed that day, what they were doing, if they were sweating or not, etc., but underneath it all there is a unique scent, like some sort of a biological thumbprint. a lot of it is because of the persons daily routines and whatnot, which really just makes it more interesting and more like character-defining, if that makes sense-- for an example, i know i smell powdery (cosmetics), sugary (daily soda), dirty (i like dirt and i touch it frequently), and a bit acrid (smoking mint to try and stave off nicotine cravings) on top of the unique and innate fleshiness that every living person has. my father smells spicy (tiger balm), rubbery (palo santo smudge stick), that distinct and unnameable fresh-woodsy-citrusy-whatever smell of mens hygiene products, gasoline-sweet (motor oil, wd-40), and the flesh smell, but his is slightly different than mine. there was a time in my life when i could literally close my eyes and walk by someone i spent a lot of time with, and i would be able to tell who it was. you know. its a matter of knowledge and memorization and time spent together. i just think its very sweet.

5.) making up incredibly elaborate and impossible stories as to how i got the mystery bruise of the day: i could be like 'i must have bumped my leg' or just not care at all, but where's the fun in that? the one on my knee is because i was on a tropical beach dancing in the moonlight with a soft-eyed lover, and when we tried the dirty dancing lift for shits and giggles, they dropped me and i fell right onto a lovely pearlescent seashell. of course i didn't mind, because i was having so much fun that i didn't notice any pain i might have been in, and besides-- i was laughing the whole way down. the one on my calf is because i was in a fight club and kicked someone in the hip so hard that my leg bruised. carry on in this manner until there are overly detailed stories about every single mystery bruise you have, and i swear you'll have a little bit more joy in your life.

tagging @hauntedwoman @alpacinolover @holemotif @capvlian @exitmusicfrafilm @exitwound and anyone else who wants to <3<3<3

[haphira]

Miraculous Ladybug and the Valiant Annuler     By: Haphira

33. Ladybug’s Changes - Ladybug shows off her new outfit, and Chat... throws a hissy fit.

Marinette stood facing the mirror in her room, glancing at the two designs she had left to pick from for her new suit. Tikki hovered nearby watching with interest. Marinette sighed and held both up to Tikki.

“What do you think? Which one should I go with?” she asked the little goddess. Tikki looked back and forth at the two before flying up the right-hand design.

“Can I ask what the inspiration was about?” Tikki asked.

Marinette smiled, “Yeah, I started thinking hard about it after I saw Hachi’s outfit. The kimono sleeves and hood with the layered skirt and fighter pants looked good! And those side cut outs?! Mwah, Chef kiss. So, it got me thinking about my roots.”  

Tikki looked over the two drawings again.  

“I like this one more, it playing to your heritage more and I think it looks very cute!”  

Marinette smiled, “Yeah I really like that one too, are you ready for the new design?”  

“You know it!” Tikki squealed excitedly. “Just say the words!”  

Marinette took a deep breath, closing her eyes before saying the transformation words. A bright pink light flashed, enveloping Marinette and leaving the newly dressed Ladybug.

Padded black leggings, and slip on red grippy shoes, with the top being a short version of a Hanfu that reached the top of her thighs, the base red with black spots on the belt, black reinforced opera gloves, and over her shoulder trailed two see through wing shaped scarves. Her hair was up in a bun with two ribbon ends that looked like antenna. Overall, a more grown-up look with modern take on some of her traditional heritage clothing.  

Marinette felt powerful and couldn’t help the absolute blissful happy smile on her face. She took to the rooftops, the Eiffel tower as her destination. She flew over the Couffaine boat giving Luka a breath-taking smile as she passed, focusing once more on her destination.  

Luka was just strumming not really playing anything. When he saw a shadow pass overhead, he glanced up to see Ladybug. Although, dressed differently, and had a different air about her. Luka couldn’t help but drop his jaw when she smiled at him. Her smile was beautiful, yes, but it was so relaxed and hopeful, something that he realized he hadn’t been seeing lately unless it was with him and the other teammates. Without any hesitation, he called out to his Ma to tell her he was leaving for a while. He didn’t wait to hear her reply. Just shoving his guitar back into her case and jumping off the boat to run into an alley to transform. He followed Ladybug at a distance before catching up to her shortly after she dropped onto the observation deck of the Eiffel tower.  

Meanwhile, Adrien was playing a video game when he spotted a familiar figure leaping over rooftops, he grinned and called Plagg to transform ignoring the Kwami’s pleas to not, turning around to set up a dummy to show that he was still in his room, in doing so he missed Dìonadair leaping after Ladybug. Satisfied that everything was set up he opened his bedroom window and jumped into the air to follow Ladybug. Soon he was flying over roof tops running to the Eiffel tower, he knew it was ‘their’ spot to meet up at. However, the closer Chat Noir got to the tower the more he saw, like that fact that Ladybug wasn’t alone. Anger burned in his chest, he landed silently behind Ladybug, he reached out a hand to grab her but was smacked away by ...scarf wings?

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Ladybug was thrilled that Dìonadair joined her. She smiled happily as soon as he touched the deck, she reached out to him for a hug, which he gladly returned.  

“Dìonadair! I didn’t expect to see you!” Ladybug gushed. She had secretly hoped that Luka would join her but as soon as she saw that he was on his guitar she didn’t want to bother him.

Dìonadair just smiled, “You look exceptionally happy Ladybug, that have to do with the outfit change?”  

Ladybug twirled slowly, laughing and smiled. “It might.” Dìonadair smirked, eyes sparking with amusement.

“Well, you look fantastic. I like the new look, Ladybug, it fits you well.” Dìonadair commented. Ladybug smiled happily.  

“Thanks.” Neither noticed Chat Noir land behind Ladybug until the wings on Ladybug’s outfit moved to smack Chat’s hand away. Ladybug whirled around to face the danger and Dìonadair got into a fighting stance.  

“Hey, what the heck, M’lady?” Chat Noir demanded. Staring daggers at Dìonadair, who looked unimpressed. Ladybug’s smile fell into a frown as she relaxed her stance, realizing the danger was just Chat Noir.  

“What are you doing Chat Noir?” Ladybug, annoyed at his actions, asked. Chat pouted, with his lower lip jutted out and everything.

“I saw you pass by and figured we should get some alone time.” Chat whined. Still glaring with hostility, Chat attempted to grab her hand, but Ladybug moved closer to Dìonadair, making her a step out of reach from Chat Noir. Ladybug crossed her arms and Chat finally noticed the outfit change.

“Wha- Bugaboo?! What’s with the getup? I loved your old suit; this new look is-”

“Amazing.” Dìonadair cut in firmly. He had straightened out of the fighting stance he was in but kept his legs shoulder width apart in case of the need for quick movement. Chat frowned and opened his mouth to speak.  

“Agreed.” Another voice called out, cutting off Chat Noir. Both Ladybug and Dìonadair turned and saw Sionnach together with Hachi, they touched down and walked up to the group.  

Chat’s tail was thrashing around behind him, an extremely displeased expression on his face. “M’lady, who are these people?” he asked curtly, obvious anger in his eyes.

Ladybug looked at Chat Noir coolly, “These are my team members. Hachi and Sionnach respectively,” Both nodded when their names were called, “And Dìonadair behind me.” Oh, he remembered Dìonadair alright.

“New teammates?! What happened to the old ones? What’s with all the changes Bugaboo? And why didn’t you talk to me about it?!” Chat seethed. His eyes narrowed into slits. First, it was the fake hero showing up and now new teammates?!

“Because you didn’t show up. Because of your attitude. Because you still treat this as a game, it’s not a game Chat Noir! People get hurt, and they remember. That scares and scars people, Chat. And that creates more Akuma to fight. Which makes my job harder.” Ladybug hissed. Her ‘wings’ rose behind her as she took a step forward making Ladybug look especially intimidating.  

Chat Noir scoffed, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “You don’t have that hard of a job-”

“I spoke to the Guardian about you.” Ladybug cut off, stopping Chat in a frozen look of surprise.  

“I’m sick of your attitude and games and you not respecting me as a person. I’m tired of always correcting you and telling you to stop calling me ‘Bugaboo’. It’s not cute, Chat, it’s demeaning and unprofessional.” Ladybug continued. She stared at Chat Noir with a flat expression of someone who was completely over the bullshit.  

“I’m done.”  

“Wha- What do you mean?” Chat asked, he looked slightly panicked.  

“I mean that I’m done dealing with you and your bullshit.” Ladybug replied with that same flat voice.  

“Ladybug cursed?” Someone commented softly. Ladybug had forgotten that they had an audience.  

“Leave, Chat Noir, I don’t want to see your face.” Ladybug dismissed. She turned from Chat to face the others and walked away. The group parted to let her through, giving one last glance to Chat Noir, the group also turned from Chat and followed their leader to the other side of the observation deck.  

Chat Noir watched his Lady walk away with the three newcomers. He was in shock. Ladybug just did that. His Lady just Did That. Anger engulfed him, he flung himself into the air away from the tower, away from Ladybug, away from the posers that pretended to be superheroes like him. He wouldn’t come to the next couple of Akuma fights. Let Ladybug deal without him and see how much she needs him, (him not realizing she already has). He nodded to himself. Yeah, that was the plan. Let Ladybug see how much she actually needs him and accept the apologies that Ladybug will give when she realized her mistakes. He huffed as he headed home for the night.  

Ladybug watched Chat leave but couldn’t get herself to care. She was done trying to bend over backwards to please him. It was time to focus on things that would help and change this status quo with Hawkmoth. Ladybug faced her team and smiled.  

“Let’s get to work.”  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34663405/chapters/117322843

Chapter 34

[tmmyhug]

bestie (nicest way possible) as someone who was new to the fandom last September I wouldn’t recommend making a sideblog and like talking about comics/batfam/etc if you haven’t read the comics? people get really touchy about that, because fanfic interpretation tend to be really far from how characters are in canon (and character relationships get butchered and softened and straight up invented for plot, which once again, creative liberty + that can be fun but often tends to be incredibly ooc & excludes women (cass, helena, steph, etc) or poc (duke (though his case is different considering when he was introduced), cass, damian’s poc but isn’t really ignored) in favor of white boys (jason especially, who shows up far later than said women & isn’t really close to the fam yet fandom tends to give him their relationships with the family) so like...you’ll probably be mostly wrong and people are rather unforgiving about that because they’re tired of people that haven’t read comics talking about the characters (incorrectly) while refusing to interact w/ source material, and it’s a huge problem & very prevalent so I can’t really blame them? idk I just don’t think it’s a good idea unless you want to reblog just art and stuff, which is fine! but like...everything's really confusing w/out proper research if you want to get into the fandom (everything post-reboot/post-2011 is largely ignored unless said otherwise because the reboot was so awful), so i just want to point that out! but I don’t want to be mean, just some advice :) (if you ever change your mind about comics, just give the say so! we’re (and i) am very glad to help you out with what to read and in what order, and take it from someone who was in your position six months ago, they are truly really fun!) /gen /nm

not to worry my friend this sounds pretty much exactly like the dsmp experience where new people never properly interacted with the canon content and the fanon got more and more bastardized over time as a result and everyone got touchy abt it. including me . you could say im familiar . im just on the other side now (oblivious newbie) which should be interesting. i have no intention of treading on anyone’s toes or making assumptions or even talking abt the characters with any sort of authority. if i do make a sideblog it’ll be just to reblog art n stuff.

plus i am ah. very aware that the fanon im consuming is an extremely warped perspective of the actual comics. and with how many different “canons” there are i’m sure it’s a mess. at least in dsmp we could always point back to just the og streams. here i’m gathering there’s 174958637 comics + 284871 writers + movies + live action AND animated tv shows + multiple video games and they ALL have intersecting characters and possible canons it’s giving me a headache just thinking abt it dear lord

so yeah. i’m perfectly happy sequestering myself in an oblivious fanon corner and not claiming to know anything. normally for a new fandom i would seek out the full source material and examine it thoroughly but theres just. too much. and i also just don’t enjoy reading comics. at least not the superhero ones. (i think the art doesn’t appeal to me? and something about the combination of written word and still visual art like. rankles at my sense of pacing and story <- just guessing though) i did watch the under the red hood movie tjough and it was cool so i may do more of those!

i’m glad you said you like talking abt this cause i just wrote you a whole essay lol. if i may ask do you know of any good fanon/fanfic content i could check out that stays mostly true to the comics canon? i’m curious ! but regardless thank you for the very nice message and warning it’s appreciated mwah

[halucynator]

hi !! your Annoying Tumblr Mutual has made her return. (gonna say it rn that you can ignore this if you want to, I won't take it personally !!)

todayyy, I thought we would play a lil game that I'm sure you're all familiar with, called 'never have I ever'. just answer "I have" or "I have never" kk?

｡･:*:･ﾟ★YAY LETS GO,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever dyed my hair?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever been in a talent show?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever vacationed in another country?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever met a celebrity in person?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever gone camping?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever learned an instrument?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever been in a relationship?

ೃ⁀➷ never have I ever cried because of an animated movie?

(to all my new mutuals, ty for being moots w/ me and I hope you're prepared for some chaos :>) (to all my *somewhat* long-time moots, ilysm fr)

okayyy baii !! and in case no-one's told you recently, I appreciate youuu .ೃ࿐

you could never be annoying xx mwah <33 thank you for thisss!!

never have I ever dyed my hair: ive never dyed my hair because frankly, no other colour would suit me im happy with my black hair haha

never have I ever been in a talent show: not a talent show but idk if this counts i was in this competing performance it was basically acting and i won 2nd place (not 1st place unfortunately) but i was like 7 then idek

never have I ever vacationed in another country: I migrated to a different country. i always go to my home country every 3 years to meet my family bc barely any of my family is here.

never have I ever met a celebrity in person: not met but i've been to gracie's concert so i've seen her in person (don't think she's seen me though ahaha)

never have I ever gone camping: i've never been camping😬

never have I ever learned an instrument: i play the piano, used to play the ukulele in school and I'm getting a guitar for my birthday which is in 11 days I'm so excited asjdgajhsfjve

never have I ever been in a relationship: not a proper proper one. i've also been friendzoned too much 😅

never have I ever cried because of an animated movie: oh all the time some of them are really sad especially up and omg not animated but scream 5 i was literally bawling yesterday bc of it.

thank youu for this and i appreciate you too!! what about youuu?? have you done any of these things??

[joshriku]

hello sorry for my being impertinent n ignore this completely if youd rather do that but if and when you feel like filling cherik requests again, could you write something about charles post dark phoenix? he just has such a bad time there and you get him like no one else does so id love to see what you think about his mindset in that situation. take care mwah

hello anon! i just wanted to say first things first, thank you so much! this is such a lovely thing to say and i really appreciate it you are way too kind to me! second of all sorry this is slightly late. you see i thought this would be a drabble but it became a full 6k fic. you can read it here im so sorry LMAO here's an excerpt for you:

“It’s been a while since I played,” Charles repeats. “You’ll have to forgive me—I am somewhat rusty.” “Oh, but I’m being so gentle,” Erik drawls. He succeeds at last: Charles starts laughing. “You’re not rusty, I don’t think. Something else. I know when you are distracted, Charles.” You saved my life. And you offered me a home. I’d like to do the same for you. It’s impossible to not repeat it over and over in his brain, a loop, a prison of his own making. It’s too good to be true, and there’s an urge to reject it overpowering his senses. But this… what, this one month self-imposed exile hasn’t done him any wonders, has it? He’s just been alone. He’s never been good at it. “Suppose I say yes to coming with you,” Charles begins. He tries to make it sound ambiguous, as if there’s a chance he’d say no. It doesn’t matter how bad he wants to distance himself—when it comes to Erik, he’s never quite as rational as he could be. “I have to tell you that I am not the man I used to be.” “I know,” Erik replies. “Neither am I.” “I don’t mean just philosophically, though I would say that’s a big part, too,” Charles leans back. Finally, he moves his knight to A3, taking out the rook. Perhaps not all is lost. “Physically, I mean. We haven’t shared a bed in decades—it is not going to be as you remember.” Erik’s eyes become rounder. He leans in, eyebrows drawn out in surprise, a bit of disbelief tinting his expression. “Oh? We are sharing bed?” “Don’t—” Charles bites his lip to not smile. “Erik, don’t play coy. It doesn’t suit you.” “So forward, is all I’m saying,” he says. “Go on, then. Keep making your case.”

[fcntasmas]

hi ceecee!!! so regarding for your last post, (personally i don't wanna interact w people when im being open about my things™, so if that's the case for you as well please ignore this message) first of all I love you!!!! I truly do and we never talked before but your fics and words touch my soul always so I love you!!!!! about your parents I am so sorry about what you went through. My dad was always so harsh with us. Like. It was so hard for me to accept that all these faults in me, about me was created by him and him alone. I never want to trauma dump you but I have never told this to another living soul but he once slapped me around 8 years old maybe, for asking money for a charity and a part of me is, just, vanished. I have never been the same as before. And as I look back I can understand that he probably didn't have the money (money was always so tight at the time) and maybe I was pressing a button about being annoying by asking money but I was just 8 years old. I didn't know any better. So he tried to teach me by he was taught. With fear. And I still fear him. It's been 20 years almost and I am still waiting for the second slap, the third, the fourth and. I am sorry this is not going anywhere. I just wish that none of us had to go through this. I wish that we could look at out childhood and say that yeah we did have a good one. I'm sorry for little you and im sorry for little me and I know you don't need my love but I truly love you ceecee!!! you and your ways! you are the best

hi my love i'm so sorry this happened to you and i wish you nothing but the best <3 it's truly heartbreaking to know but just know that i love you and i believe in you and you are in my thoughts always. i know it must be extremely difficult to love someone who's hurt you that way; squeezing out all my love for u rn mwah <3

[duino]

Hi there!! I really enjoyed all your stuff 🥺💜I was having a hard day but going thru your works made me feel much better after that so tysm!! 💜🥺

If it’s not too much to ask, may I request for an Atsumu x reader fic/drabble? Angst/fluff or hurt/comfort pls 🥺💜if you’re not taking any requests rn I understand fjjdkslssj pls ignore this omg more power to you author!! 💜💜💜✨✨✨

Omg I am SO SORRY this took FOREVER to write --I've been a busy busy lady! But here it is: I hope you like it. Thank you so much for stopping by to request MWAH xo “WORST CASE SCENARIO” Pairing: Atsumu x Fem!Reader

Rating/Warnings: T for Teen

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Atsumu's leaving in a few hours and neither one of you can sleep. Sometimes, the worst case scenario can get the better of you both.

Note: Hurt/comfort, a little angst, happy endings all around! The way I only write pure incoherent rambling nowadays <3

“I’m gone all the time.” Atsumu’s voice barely breaks through the darkness. It’s a whisper, like a secret or a confession. It’s late but he knows you aren’t sleeping; you’re awake for the same reason he’s awake.

I’m gone all the time. You blink at his words and then turn your head to look at him in the dark of the room. His room, technically, but Atsumu likes to call it the room, a communal space, meant to be shared with you. He’s laying on his back, hands resting on his stomach, eyes closed. There’s a line between his brows: frustration or concentration, you can’t tell. You glance at the alarm clock on his bedside, just past his shoulder, and it blinks with mocking time.

“It’s almost two,” you whisper. “Your flight’s at seven.”

“I’ll sleep on the plane.” He opens his eyes but doesn’t look at you, just stares at the ceiling. “’M not tired.”

You stare at the ceiling too. You are tired, but your mind won’t shut off. It never does, the night before Atsumu has to leave. You run through the usual, aching thoughts. The anticipation of missing him that turns into actually missing him, even when he’s beside you on the bed, both of you eluded by sleep. The try for optimism: It really isn’t that long, it’s just a few weeks, I knew what it would be like before getting into this.

Except you didn’t. How could you? You only knew it in theory that dating an athlete would have its challenges. In theory, him leaving is easy. You have your own life, your work, your friends. In theory, you barely have a spare moment to miss him. In theory, distance would make you fonder.

The last point is true, at least.

In practise, him leaving is…well, it fucking sucks. Still, you say, “It’s only three weeks,” because it is only three weeks, and you’ll be damned if you make him feel guilty for doing what he loves. You just…wish. You wish, you wish. You cut the thought off. Wishing is a dangerous game.

“But,” he starts, and then closes his eyes again, like he’s regretting his own train of thought. You turn sideways in your bed, blinking until the darkness adjusts again and reveals the lines of him. His frustration is easier to read now.

“You’ll be back before you know it,” you try. That’s usually Atsumu’s line, delivered with a wide, boyish smile. I’ll be back before ya know it! The past couple of times he’s said it seemed to be as much for him as it was for you. You saying it now comforts him less than you hope it would.

“I know,” he says, but he sounds so uncharacteristically dismayed. You reach a hand across the space between, touching his arm. He still isn’t looking at you, just staring at the night patterns on the ceiling, the refracted lights of the city that seems as sleepless as you are.

A needle of concern enters you. “Something’s wrong,” you whisper. It’s not a question. Atsumu’s mouth presses into a worried line.

“I don’t know,” he whispers back. His fingers brush the top of your hand. “I don’t know if anythin’s wrong yet.”

Your brows raise gently. “Yet?”

He swallows, breathes in. His breath leaves him in a whoosh. You scoot a little closer to him and he takes your hand, placing it over his chest, on his heart. It’s beating like he’s done laps, or just played a match.

“’Tsumu?”

He blinks and looks at you, finally. You’ve never seen him with this expression. He says, again, “I’m gone all the time.” He’s trying to tell you more than what he’s actually saying. You know him well enough to know that.

“I don’t…what do you mean?”

“I mean,” he starts and then huffs and looks away. “I mean—I don’t what I mean, I don’t...” He’s frustrated again, tugging a hand recklessly through his hair. “Forget it. Let’s just try t’ sleep.”

“Atsumu,” you murmur. “Hey. What’s going on?”

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and you don’t break the silence. In the year the two of you have been dating, you’ve never seen him like this; anxious, unsure of himself. He has always been sure of himself. Even when he had first asked you out. Even when he had first told you that he loved you. There had been thrill, sure, the hard pounding of his heart, and yours, but never fear.

But you’re looking at him now and he’s afraid; it’s clear, suddenly. Seeing him afraid makes you afraid. That’s how love works, right? The ultimate mirror. Another thing that you thought would be easy in theory. His joy would be yours, and yours his, and you would share fear easily, without reservations.

What you didn’t know, but are learning now in practise, is that there are really two fears tied in one, always. The thing that you struggle to say, and the fear of how the other person will react. You see Atsumu being tugged between the two, glancing at you, glancing away.

You move an inch closer and grasp his arm, asking him to turn onto his side. He hesitates before rolling over and facing you. “It’s just me,” you breathe, even though you’re nervous. You trace gentle patterns on his bicep, down his forearm and back up again.

“I know,” he says.

“There’s something on your mind,” you say.

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been worried about it for a while.”

Atsumu hesitates and then dips his chin in a slight nod. “Yeah.”

You swallow. “Because you’re always gone,” you say, and then fear, hard and real rushes through you like irrational, hot fire. Is he tired of always having to leave you? Would it be easier if he wasn’t tied down? You try to tamp down on your emotions, the doubts that maybe have always been there, in the back of your mind. If you’re honest with yourself, you’ve never had Atsumu’s surety. But that’s always been okay, he’s always had enough for the both of you.

Except now he’s unsure too, about something you’re suddenly afraid to hear, and you’re trying hard to be the steady one.

“I just,” he says, rubbing a hand roughly over his face, “can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout how ‘m not here enough, y’know?”

Atsumu’s back to not looking at you. You take a long breath, staring at your own hand moving over his bare skin. “You know I understand.”

“But is understandin’ enough? For you?”

You freeze. “What do you mean?”

Atsumu worries his bottom lip. “This isn’t just…this is more than I thought it’d be, y’know?” More than he thought it would be? What’s more than he thought it would be? You stare at him, unable to think of anything to say. He continues on, quiet and edgy. “And ‘m tryin’ to be good, I guess, but…”

But, but, but. “But?” you coax, just as quiet.

“But I didn’t think I’d be with someone, I guess,” he admits.

You blink at him and then look at your hand on his arm again. Your mouth feels dry, chest aching. Is he…? You swallow and then swallow again. When you speak, your voice is miraculously steady. “Do you…I mean, do you…are you thinking you want, I mean, if it’s easier to have a break, or—”

“What?” His voice snaps your gaze back up to him. Atsumu’s eyes are alarmed. “You want a break?” he whispers. The pain in his voice makes your eyes widen too.

“No! Of course not, I just thought you wanted one!”

“What? What, no—no!” He pulls you against him, fervent and sudden. Your hands are folded a little awkwardly against his chest, but Atsumu’s hold on you is tight. “No, baby, how could ya—shit, ‘m not explainin’ things properly.” He lets out a sharp breath. “That’s the exact fuckin’ opposite of what I want.”

“Oh,” you breathe. His heart is hammering wildly against your cheek. “That’s a relief.” You can’t quite curb your blasé tone.

Atsumu let’s out a trembling little laugh. “Don’t give me a heart attack like that.” He squeezes you a little tighter, burying his face into your hair. “’M tryin’ to tell you I don’t want a break. Ever.”

“Oh,” you say again. Atsumu pulls back a little but keeps his arms around you. You look up at him. “I thought—”

“I never want you t’ think that again, ‘kay?” He interrupts firmly, before softening and resting his forehead against yours. “’M sorry. I’m not sayin’ things right. I’m,” he breaks off with a self-deprecating smile, “not good at the relationship thing.”

The panic that had been filling you melts out with his words. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek and he turns into your touch. “I think you’re great.”

His smile down at you is blinding, even in the dark. “’M really tryin’.”

Your fingers slide to the nape of his neck, playing with the shorter hairs there. “Then what’s keeping you up?” you ask. Atsumu’s more open with your touch, always has been.

He says, “I guess I’m worried that…ah, fuck, I dunno. It’s dumb. I’m bein’ dumb.”

You frown, holding his eyes with your own. You wonder, absently, if he’s felt this way before with you, or with past relationships, afraid to say how he truly feels because he’s worried other people will think he’s being silly. “Don’t say that. It could never be dumb to me.”

Atsumu leans and kisses your forehead and then stays there, holding you against him, mouth against your skin. You let him take his time, stroking long lines against his back. Eventually, he murmurs, “I guess ’m just worried that me leavin’ is gonna be a dealbreaker, someday.” You feel him shrug lightly. “See? It sounds dumb now that I’m sayin’ it.”

“Atsumu,” you say, pulling back to see his face. He looks younger somehow, fearful, his heart in his eyes. “I get scared, too.”

He hesitates. “Yeah?”

“Of course.”

He nudges your body with his. “What’re you scared of?”

“I thought we were talking about you here.

He grins. “I like talkin’ bout you more.”

You narrow your eyes. “I think you’re just avoiding it.”

“’M not, I swear.” He looks at you innocently. You roll your eyes, relieved at the little bit of playfulness that had always come so naturally between you two. And you know there’s a bit of a trade here; a fear for a fear.

“Fine. Okay,” you take a deep breath. “A bunch of things I guess…” you trail.

Atsumu dampens at that. “You’re scared of a bunch of things? Have I been makin’ you feel this way?”

“No. No, ‘Tsumu, it’s not like that.” You press a kiss to his chin but he still looks doubtful. “I mean, I guess it all comes from one place…”

His brows are furrowed and he’s frowning. “One place?”

You struggle to not look away and get shy with him. “Yeah. I guess. Everyone has their ‘worst case scenario.’”

His voice is impossibly soft. “What do you mean?”

You stare at his collarbone. “A ‘worst case scenario.’ Like, what’s the worst thing that can happen? And then you think of that and…shit, I don’t know, now I feel dumb.” He gives you a look that you know must be identical to the one you gave him just moments before. You smile, rueful. “Okay, not dumb, not dumb. But.” You struggle for the words for a moment. “I guess I think of the worst thing that could happen and then…prepare for it?” It sounds awful to say aloud, but you don’t want to take the words back because at the heart of it all, they’re true. And as terrifying as it feels to say them, you’re also relieved. And, looking up into your boyfriend’s face, you know deep down you’re safe. You’re safe.

Atsumu tangles his legs with yours. He pauses and then asks, “Can you tell me? What your worst case is?”

The words come out of you before you can even think about them. “That you’ll leave for a game overseas one day and realize you don’t want to come back,” you say and then grit your mouth shut, wincing slightly. “Sorry.”

Atsumu looks serious like you’ve never seen him. “I always want to come back to you.”

You smile. “I know.”

“And I love you,” he says, pouting.

You laugh. “I know that, too.” And you do. You always thought saying your fears out loud would make them bigger somehow, or more real and tangible. Instead, it’s done the opposite; it’s made them smaller. You feel clean, or hollowed out after admitting it. The deep breath you take reaches all the way down to your stomach and it’s good. You feel good. Atsumu is smiling, with that secret tenderness he always reserves for just you. You touch his chest. “Okay. Your turn.”

Conflict flickers across his face. He starts to shift, to turn onto his back, but this time he shuffles you with him, keeping you close. You end up tucked into the little nook of his arm. He just keeps you there for a bit, fingers playing against you, drawing sweet little shapes until you shiver and press closer. His eyes have gone distant again, but also resolved, and so you wait.

“Worst case?” he whispers into the night.

“Give me the worst you got,” you say, and tilt your head to see his barest of smiles.

“That you’ll…” he squints, blinks, brings you closer. “I guess that you’ll get sick of me.” The confession comes out as a rushed whisper.

“Atsumu—”

“Wait, wait. Let me finish before I lose my nerve.” Atsumu’s patting his chest, feet shifting around. You fall silent. “’M not always easy to be with –and I know this. I know it. I travel all th’ time, and I practise long hours, and if I lose a game I’m a menace, and I…I’m reckless, or rude, or I dunno…shit at talkin’ about difficult things sometimes. I get jealous over stupid things.” He glances at you and then closes his eyes, brows drawn together sharply.

“I’m a bad bargain. I’ve known that a long time,” he says. You have to clench your jaw and stave off shocked tears. You feel the prickle of them, hearing Atsumu talk about himself like this. Sweet Atsumu, who still blushes when you run to him after a game, or goes out of his way to learn how to cook your favourite meal. Atsumu who calls you beautiful when you first wake up, and who never takes a day off practise but told his coach he couldn’t come in for two days when you got the flu. Who holds you when you’re nervous, and comforts you even when he doesn’t know what to say. You have to fight the need to interrupt him, to tell him all of this. He keeps going.

“I’ve known it and so I never dated because, I dunno, it’d be easier for everybody, I guess. But then I met you,” he gives you a shaky grin, “and you’re…” he swallows. “I never expected someone like you. Not for me. Maybe for ‘Samu, but not for me. But you are,” he says, and there’s wonderment under it all, “and you’re here and you love me—”

“I love you so much—”

“And I’m always gone,” he says, voice thick. “And I’m leavin’ again in like, four hours. And sometimes I think…I think I’m gonna lose you to someone who can actually be here for you. And so I think maybe I should let you go, but I don’t want to, selfishly, I don’t want to because you’re—fuck,” his voice cracks. “Fuck. Sorry.”

You clamber on top of him, straddling his hips, wrapping your arms around him. Atsumu returns the embrace, cuddling you in closer, holding you like a dream he’s not ready to be pulled from yet. “You’re not a bad bargain,” you say, voice trembling. “You’re the best bargain. You’re the only one I want.”

And for all the I love yous said between the both of you, for all the affection and laughter and promises made, neither one of you have ever said that. You’re the only one. Is it too soon to know that, to say it? You aren’t sure. It had just slipped out. But he is, the only one you close your eyes and see, years down the road.

Atsumu buries his face in your neck, saying something but it’s muffled against your skin.

“What was that?” you ask. You lean back. Atsumu’s eyes are glossed with emotion, and everything he said before hits you all over again. He never thought he’d have someone. He hadn’t thought he was worth it.

“I said,” he begins, voice rough, “you’re my best case scenario.”

You kiss him until you’re both breathless, smiling and laughing and giving something wordless to each other; reassurance, a promise, something deeper without a name. When the both of you break for air, the sky has changed. The night is no longer black-blue, but a grey with hesitant gold on the horizon. The first promise of dawn.

“I’ll be back before ya know it,” Atsumu says, later. His suitcase and carry-on are stacked by the door. There’s a car arriving to pick him up any minute.

“I’ll be here,” you say. And you look at him and smile, a new sort of tenderness unfolding itself within you. Atsumu mirrors it back to you.

[junoie]

Hello could I please request Medieval!diasomania or Malleus with a s/o who is also a dragon if that’s alright with you?💕

⤹ MALLEUS DRACONIA WITH A DRAGON S/Oㅤᨎㅤ!

hello, dear, thank you for entrusting me with your request! instead of adding the other dormmates i just gave you a shit ton of mally :( i’ll post more oneshots w this concept because i love it sm :) anyways, hopefully i did your idea justice! >:) mwah <3 we’re gonna ignore c.s. lewis in how he says dragons eat one another, that’s why each land only has one. that's weird. characters: malleus draconia. warnings: none, let me know if i am wrong.

MALLEUS DRACONIA: quietly you rested in a clearing not too far from the palace, your breathing returned to a steady pace after your flight. it was possible that not much time actually passed, or maybe you fell asleep but the sound of flapping interrupted you. it wasn’t the sound of a small bird or any small animal for that matter. it was loud and violent, in some cases, deafening to the human ear. upon his descent you returned your smaller form, which had a much more restraining quality than the last. you fell onto your knees, holding your head in your hands, the light headed side effect of going from one form to another kicking in hard. however, the other dragon fae didn’t seem to experience it as you did. malleus regained his posture quickly and rushed to your side to be a sort of comfort. he drew the sign of and ancient rune for healing on your forehead, laying your head in his lap. he whispered many apologies for being unable to help more, and to that you fell asleep.

MALLEUS DRACONIA: “hi, lilia! bye, lilia!” you called running through the palace hallways, to the palace garden. your small wings flapped behind you, making you faster than most. you small shoes hit the cobblestone path, dividing the palace from the nature surrounding it. “mally!” you waved, gaining the attention of your other dragon fae friend. you almost tripped but your wings caught you, lifting you up from the ground you would have hit. “woah… you can fly already, yn?” malleus asked, wide eyed. he flapped his wings, that were about the size of yours, behind him in an act to repeat your action. you giggled, “yep! see, i’m lilia’s best student now!” malleus frowned, not at your bold statement but at the fact he was still unable to flap his wings and actually fly. “woah woah, uncle lilia has no favorites.” he chuckled, finally catching up to you and ruffling your hair. “i never said i was your favorite! i said i was your best!” you grinned, much to lilia’s amusement. he looked at malleus who looked at you in surprise, how you could make such bold claims, ignoring the truth in it… maybe that was one of the things you could teach him.

NORMAL FAE! MALLEUS: the restraining aspect of a fae form was one you hated, nevertheless you learned to get used to it. you never knew why you did, you enjoyed being taught as something that was violent and merciless, to be avoided at all costs. then war broke out and you retreated to the mountains knowing that, amongst other things, greed was born from such gruesome activities and that many dragons would be hunted and slayed. everyday was the same (as it always was during war): you woke, went hunting with those able (while those unable taught the children), and returned at sun down. or that was how it was meant to go, until you smelt fae blood. blood you left to avoid. you weren’t far from the place where you all made camp. not many assumed their dragon for, but enough did, if the fae was a hunter he’d kill you all and sell your skin to the highest bidder. you prepared for a fight, digging your paws (are they paws?) into the ground, and lowered your head, wings spread wide. slowly, in the fog, revealed the silhouette of a staggering fae. your form wavered in surprise, but no worry your guard was back up (higher even) in a moment. it might be a trap. you thought, though if it wasn’t how would an injured person get all the way up to these parts. you hadn’t expected the silhouette would faint at the sight of you, you slowly approached it nudging it onto its back with your nose. his face was quite familiar, too familiar, the prince? you changed into a form much similar to his, you swayed like a drunk but you held on to a sliver of focus. if the prince died, blood would be in your hands, not ordinary blood that was already there, but royal blood. that’d get you targeted, hunted, and slayed no matter what. you hoisted him onto your back, wings grew through your back to keep him in place and out of sight while you treaded up the hill, more like crawled but we’ll give you that. THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG, PT.2?!