#im not used to seeing him care. seeing him hurt

[rebelssvy]

personal trainer

ushijima x reader

- part two??? lmk

LABELS: suggestive, kageyama cock blocker

being the personal trainer for the adlers was wel…. hard.

the men on the team often coming to you with their little kinks they develop. begging you to massage the pain away. having you tape their swollen ankles. you liked seeing the vulnerability of athletes that were considered perfect.

and yes it was nice, constantly being surrounded by huge men with bulging muscles. it was truly your dream job.

one man always standing out to you. ushijima wakatoshi.

you had been the team trainer before he was drafted to your team. when you were informed of the young man, you took interest in him.

it was a no brainer, he was tall, handsome and very strong.

it was even better that every day he would come to you with a new problem that you needed to fix. helping him with all kinds of tools and stretching exercises so he could be the best.

so now here you were, on the bench of your specialized room, taking a scraper to his thighs.

he worked out so much that they grew more sore each day. you opted to the metal tool to relive some of the tension.

it was a very painful way of relief. in the moment it hurts bad. but after the treatment is over it was nice. so you felt bad for the man. but seeing him grit his teeth and wince in pain lit something in you.

as you continued your work on this thigh, his head tilted back. bobbing his adam’s apple, taking in sharps breaths from the pain.

you noticed his hand lift up, almost like it had a mind of its own. it slowly made its way to your hand. before it made contact, he moved it back down to the side of the bench.

“i know it hurts ushijima. im sorry. but your almost done!” you beamed up at him.

“….fuck….y/n” he breathed out.

the flame inside your core grew.

you watched him intently. but before you knew it, your job was done.

placing the tool down on the bench and rubbing small circles into his reddened thigh with your fingers.

“your done. but i know it hurt so just let me do this for you…. it will only take a second.” you said to him as you made your way to the unscented lotion in your counter. you used this on the boys when they needed basic massages.

“you don’t have to…” he said bringing his head back up to look at his treated body.

“nonsense. cmon i am your trainer! let me make you feel better” you said walking back to him.

“thank you.” he said to you in a firm tone.

he didn’t talk much. sometimes he did with you, it made you feel special.

you brought some of the lotion onto your hands and some on his thigh. you started your care on the man.

he let out a sigh of relief.

you worked your magic on him. your hands doing motions that you had mindlessly trained yourself to do.

you stared at his face. he stared at your hands.

you didn’t really look away. he was beautiful. his cheeks were all blushed, lips swollen from biting down at them. dewy from sweat, but not sweaty.

you took note of every part of him. studying him.

your concentration was broken when he let out a sharp gasp.

oh my god.

you didn’t notice how close your hands had gotten to his…. length.

looking down at your hands that rested on his upper, upper thigh. dangerously close to his man hood. you gasped taking your hands off him and stepping back.

“i am so so sO SORRY!” you motioned out. shaking your hands and bowing your head to him.

you stared at the ground not even wanting to look at him.

mortified. you were mortified.

“it’s ok.” he said softly.

you looked up at him.

you giggled at his face, that was just as red hot as yours was.

you let out a sigh of relief.

“no i really am sorry.” you said stepping back next to him again.

“i really didn’t mind…. if im being honest.” he said in a low tone. you brought your eyes to his.

and god. he meant it. his eyes were full of fire, passion.

before you could another word in you heard your door open and shut. looking to your entrance kageyama stood there.

you went over to talk to his teammate. ushijima just watched.

somthing overcame him that day.

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- I LOVEEEE HIMMMM GOD.

[angy-grrr]

Just another queer ship

I know many of you just are here bc you wanted to see bkdk metas years ago -many have left since then, changed accounts, stopped getting my content, or just moved on to the work others do in the fandom-, but I also know some of you feel at least a little bit like me. You felt connected to this for many reasons, as many as the amount of followers I have, but I want to talk about me, hoping the ones that understand also get to have... something, I guess.

These ships were important to me partially bc of being my special interest, partially bc they are queer; I know some ppl believe its wrong of others to enjoy shipping "just bc they are gay", they just have been a huge part of my life and followed me thru different stages of accepting queerness on its own and on myself. Its kind of funny, how this started when I just tried so hard to be non queer and how it ended when I accept that im a genderqueer lesbian.

I remember back then I saw romance as that uncomfortable pressure of expectation and need of validation whenever an older guy (like young man I mean, I was like 13 so older guy looked like that) was in front of me -bc romance was always like that-, how picking a random guy means love, or how eye contact means im telling that guy Im interested in him. Because romance is always about a boy and girl just ending together as the ending of all stories -if I wanted to do things right, I needed that, I needed to show off a random guy to others, even metaphorically, as long as him and I were never completely alone (this "relationship" needed to be useful for something, for others to see how great I do this, how im a winner in life).

Its funny, isnt it? I really wanted this to be a subversion, to understand how complex these feelings can be and that a girl and boy can be friends and be so important to each other, that the feelings you have for someone "you arent supposed to like" can be real, and strong, and impact you forever.

I dont care about what we got.

To whoever is reading this, if anyone does at all, im guessing you could be another queer person who got their heart broke because the shonen that wasn't supposed to be like other shonen ended up like all the stories do. So to you let me tell you this:

Don't you dare give your heart for this. There are so many harmful many things in this world, and I dont want you wasting your spirit over a story that never cared about us. Im nobody to tell anyone anything but I dont want us to once again yearn for a queer story in the shows, books, comics and movies that clearly dont want us there.

Its normal to feel the overwhelming pressure in your life -there are tons of things to worry about, so many injustices- and wanting to find comfort in media, and how it hurts when the author takes that away from you. Im not telling you to stop shipping or consuming what you watch, im telling you to use that into something for all of us. There are queer shows, music, entertainment, communities, etc., and we can also use fandom spaces to create and see what makes us feel seen -thats the rule of fandom, if nobody has written it then do it yourself even if its ugly and imperfect.

The ending of THE manga that has been by my side for what could be half my life is everything I feared it would be, but Im the most queer I have ever been. The manga wasn't for us? Okay, I'll be part of whatever I create then.

[the-universal-sun]

i had the idea that stan had been regressing even before being kicked out to cope with fillbrick - could you write a fic expanding on it? (im dyslexic my ass CANNOT do it myself 😭) like teenage stan regressing and ford taking care of him ykwim

Ooo I’ve never thought about a teen stan regressing. Thank you for the ask! Please let me know if it lives up to your expectations! TW for implied child abuse

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Stan sniffled, pulling his blanket tighter around his head. His head started started feeling fuzzy again after another fight with Filbrick. He thinks there’s something wrong with him, maybe all the fights he’s gotten into has messed up his head or something. When he gets all fuzzy headed like this, he finds it really hard to talk, and he’s not interested in any of that teenage stuff. He just wants to hold on to this cheap stuffed monkey he won from the fair a few years ago. Sometimes he has the urge to make sand castles, but he can’t bear the thought of someone seeing him like that outside of his room; his sanctuary where no body comes in. Nobody but Ford, that is. Ford’s the only one who knows about this thing that happens to Stan sometimes. He found his clutching his monkey and sobbing one day, and while Stan couldn’t explain what happened until after he stopped feeling fuzzy, Ford just sat with him until he felt better. He’s such a good brother. But Ford doesn’t know what this is either, why Stan goes fuzzy headed sometimes. Maybe he’s just a stupid freak-

“Stanley?” He flinches as he hears Ford’s voice, he didn’t hear the door open. He must be really out of it. Stan doesn’t come out from under his blanket, curling up tighter when he hears Ford walk over to his bunk.

“Stanley, are you alright? I heard you had another fight with dad. What happened this time-“ He doesn’t fight it as Ford pulls the blanket off his head, but he hides his face in the sheets when Ford stops mid-sentence. He’s going to be mad, isn’t he. Mad at Stan for being stupid and crying over nothing. He pulls away when his brother goes to touch his face, it hurts and he doesn’t want anybody touching it.

“Wh-what? Did dad…? Stanley, I-“ If Stan wasn’t feeling so bad, he might’ve giggled. He’s never heard his brother, who knows like a billion words, to be so speechless. But he doesn’t feel like laughing, his mouth is quivering because he’s trying to hold back his tears. He’s a man, not a big baby, and men don’t cry. No matter if he is feeling like a big baby sometimes, like right now. Stan clenches his eyes shut as Ford gets up from his bed with a sigh. He knew it. Ford’s mad at him, too. Mad at Stan for being a big baby who couldn’t dodge a simple right hook.

Ford comes back though, he comes back holding the cheap purple monkey Stan had named “Mookie”, a stupid name but he couldn’t think of anything else. He reaches out, needing to hold on to his Monkey toy and get comfort from it. “Here you go, Stanley, here’s your Mookie,” Stan still blushes whenever Ford speaks to him in that soft voice and uses his toys name, “scoot over. I’m getting in your bed with you. I need some Stanley time.” His brother explains when Stan looks at his, wondering why he didn’t want to go to his own bed with his own stiff sheets. Stan’s not going to argue against cuddling with Ford, that’s his favorite thing to do.

Stan sighs against Ford, snuggling his face into his chest and resisting the urge to chew on his shirt; he didn’t think Ford would appreciate that. He does wipe his remaining tears off on it, though. He feels Ford’s answering sigh ruffle his hair, his arms wrapping tight around Stan. He likes the pressure and warmth of Ford’s arms, he gets cold easily. Ford kisses his head before he starts talking. Stan doesn’t know what he’s talking about, probably wouldn’t even if he were right in the head, he thinks it’s about some research into a math problem. He doesn’t know, he just likes listening to Ford talk, it soothes him.

He still finches when Ford brushes his hand against his cheek, but he’s not as scared of Ford’s reaction anymore, it was silly of him to think Ford would be mad about this, not when he’s always had Stan’s back! He’s the best big brother Stan could ever ask for. He’ll tell Ford that when he’s feeling better. He just content to lay here with his and listen to his voice. He hopes he’ll always have Ford there with him.

[emsbowx]

can you write a blurb about find out that jj maybank dies??? please please please.

“ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝..? ” ౨ৎ⋆.˚

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : jj maybank x f!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : f!reader with jj during his death, in denial of what she is watching unfold infront of her.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : heavy obx s4 spoilers! sad f!reader! f!reader in denial ! use of y/n ! lazily proofread

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 421

𝐀/𝐍 : i actually don’t hate this!! i hope this is something similar to what you were hoping for, and if it isn’t and if you think this is absolutely horrible, it probably is, but this is my second fic, so try and cut me some slack please !!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𐙚⋆.˚

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

jj is going to die. no, he can’t be. can he? no. no, clearly he’s not and this is all some sick joke, and he’s gonna open his eyes and everything is going to be fine. right?

the realization of jjs inevitable death still hasn’t hit me. a million thoughts run through my head as i kneel before him. i clearly see him bleeding out, yet i can’t do anything to stop it, i’m paralyzed by shock. im devastated and want to sob and scream and shout, and run after groff, but i cant. instead i’m still as i watch jj, holding his hand and mumbling, “it’s going to be okay, cmon you got this. stay with me love..”

“y/n, listen to me.” i hear jj spit out, blood dripping down the side of his mouth as he speaks, “it’s okay.” he whispers disconnectedly, sucking in painful shallow breaths.

i feel my eyes starting to pool with tears as i hear him try to comfort me, even though he’s the one who’s horribly injured. i swallow back my cries, “no, baby, you’re going to be okay. c’mon, you just gotta wait until the others get here and then we’ll get you all better. please, don’t leave me.” i plead, trying more to convince myself that everything is gonna be fine, my brain knows it isn’t, but my heart just can’t process it.

“no, i’m not. and it’s okay.” he mutters softly, his lips turning up into a painful smile. “take cake of the others y/n. i love you..” he mumbles, groaning and wincing in hurt as he speaks with an un-faltering smile.

“i love you too jj. i love you so much baby, please don’t leave me.” i respond, my voice shaky and broken. tears start to fall, sliding down my cheek as i hear jjs’ breaths starting to become more shallow and uneven.

i watch as jjs’ eyelids slowly flutter shut, as his smile starts to fade. “no, jj, please.!!” i cry out, my lip quivering as i start to sob, realizing he’s gone. “pope.! john b.!!” i shout out in between cries, just needing somebody to try and help, even though i know nobody can save him. jj is gone, and it’s all my fault. i should’ve done something. i should’ve told him to run. i should’ve been more careful. i should’ve been the one groff killed. not jj. i continue to yell for the others, so they can come and realize that my happiness, the love of my life, is dead.

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[qoldenskies]

tell us some of your headcanons for rise!

the way that i sat on this ask and suddenly realized ive never had a headcanon in my life what's that /hj

okayy uhhh hm obviously i write all of them neurodivergent, all of them but donnie having adhd and raph also having autism. i think that's just because i cant write neurotypical characters though. it ALWAYS creeps in LMAO. i personally like to write donnie and leo more self-conscious of their neurodivergent traits (because i need to put the profound sense of isolation SOMEWHERE) while raph and mikey mind them less (although writing raph with internalized ableism has suddenly become... a tempting idea)

also ive quietly kind of held on to the headcanon of both the twins having bpd and im sure you can occasionally tell in my writing....... the bpd brothers

OH ALSO i actually have uhhh mixed feelings on the way the medic leo hc is used, mostly because i feel like its been used in ways that detract from his character. it pops up in my writing MOSTLY because its just convenient, but i always try to paint it as something that he's relatively new to. i like to imagine it was a mix of learning it from donnie (who was actually meant to be established as The Medic in a scrapped episode, although i do like the idea of him being enthusiastic about helping leo with it both because he's taking an interest in his science AND because he's squeamish lmao) and splinter (how good was battle nexus healthcare really)

^^^ i could see it being a niche he really settles into well over time, but i think starting out feeling inadequate about it because its something he's sharing with some of his other family would make a lot more sense for him. honestly i enjoy using it because its a really fun way of softening and exploring some aspects about him that he usually keeps quiet about otherwise (especially the fact that he is actually competent! like surprisingly competent!), like in cc where i used it as a way to show off the unique way him and donnie were willing to be vulnerable with each other, because donnie is used to taking care of his own problems and leo hates the idea of him being hurt alone like that.

trying to think about rise headcanons that appear in my work,,, for some reason ive always written mikey as a light sleeper??? i have no idea where it even came from it just Appeared. and there's a lot of little verbal quirks that just come from my brain and not from the show, i love making mikey go "OUR big brothers" to donnie about raph and leo because i think it says.... several things about the dynamic i try to paint <3

i got nothing else i probably have a ton based on my own family but they are not comin to mind

[tennessoui]

i'm caught between prompts 27 and 58 for the body politic au boys!!

[from this prompt game that i'm shamelessly a few months late to and that i am once again using as writing warm ups]

im so brave for even attempting to think about politics rn tbh but who doesn't love a good dose of escapism!! at least the body politic au is light and fluffy and nothing really hurts even though neither of them is being the best versions of themselves

27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

oh anakin is definitely the lightweight. poor kid is 19. can he legally drink in coruscant? yeah but obi-wan's gonna comment on it every time he catches him with a flute of champagne during a fundraising event which just gets anakin riled up and drinking more to prove that he's old enough to hold his liquor which he's not which definitely ends with him sleeping on obi-wan's shoulder during a cab-ride back to his house. sure obi-wan could tip him towards the window instead but he's not a monster.

58. Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

oh, for sure both of them. they're both that petty and they would bring the argument into the workplace, into the bedroom, into the shower post-sex in the bedroom, into the future PTA meetings. it's just who these guys are. they'll talk out and resolve the argument eventually but until they do that, they're gonna make it everyone's problem.

and for the snippet, a continuation of 27

"I won," Anakin insists, slurring his words as he droops against Obi-Wan's shoulder. Obi-Wan tilts his head down to look at him in assessment before he deftly takes the wine glass from his campaign manager's lax fingers.

"I think you'll find that I won, actually," he says as he places the mostly empty glass on a waiter's passing tray. "You didn't even run."

Anakin's head turns further into him, which Obi-Wan isn't quite sure how to feel about, as it means that he presses closer, gives him more of his weight to shoulder. It also means that Anakin's lips are pushing up against the top of Obi-Wan's oxford shirt, and his treacherous, stupid body believes he can feel the plush give of them.

Fuck.

He takes a fortifying sip of his own champagne flute. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself in a mental tone verging on desperate. No one needs a campaign manager after the campaign. A few more hours and you'll never have to see Anakin fucking Skywalker again.

"No," Anakin says with such defiant petulance that Obi-Wan wonders if he's accidentally said his thought out loud. "No, I won. You wouldn't have won at all I didn't...didn't save you. With my campaign skills. And campussing."

"Canvassing," Obi-Wan corrects automatically, and Anakin's plush and pink lips widen on his shoulder for a brief moment before he bites him. He bites him.

Well. He can almost definitely fire him now.

"Fuck's sake, Anakin," he mutters, twitching away from Anakin's teeth. "We're in public. First you can't hold your liquor and now you're biting."

"'S just you," Anakin says, and his voice is suddenly so clear that Obi-Wan looks down at his barnacled employee only to see him staring up at him with the clear eyes of a drunkard. His curls, grown longer now than when they'd first met a few months ago, fall over his forehead, concealing his proud forehead, the cut of his cheekbone. "'s just you now, Obi-Wan." His eyebrows furrow with a thought he does not offer him. "Was supposed to win for Padmé," he says, as if Obi-Wan is supposed to know who that is. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. It is rather devastating.

Just a few more hours.

"But I won for you," Anakin concludes, sounding bemused which just isn't fair. Obi-Wan has fully cornered the market on bemusement currently.

"Anakin, darling," he says with more gentleness than he usually allows himself to show the boy, "this is my victory party. I won."

Anakin seems to think about this for a moment, turning the statement over in his head. "We won," he decides finally, and Obi-Wan--alright. Obi-Wan will allow him that.

[s0urte3th]

thinking about my brother

[jemmo]

and the moral of the story is you can’t make a man too much of a green flag bc if they put a single foot wrong the story will tell you it’s their fault for having trauma

[bruciemilf]

Haunted by gladiator! Bruce and consort Clark/Talia thoughts

[moeblob]

Anyway they can change between being tiny and human sized. And when they're tinier they can only be seen by the other fae or their selected humans. So if you just passed Noll on the street while Shavuli was perched on his shoulder chatting away you wouldn't see or hear her.

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE EPISODE 7!!!!

MY GOD I WASNT READY FOR ANY OF THIS!!! WHAT WAS THAT!!!

Also ekko wallpaper I got with my fries lmao

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

hands too cold to draw but i after that wip i am imagining Tesoro dying in a glue trap or prehaps being beaten to death. Hate him so much [lying i love him as a character]

[biblicalhorror]

Thinking about my Rook hours </3

[alfiely-art]

Will never forgive the milgram fandom for how they treat Kazui tbh

[asterlae]

a little fem tsuna sketch bc i saw one design of her en fell in love

[pyrriax]

ANYWHO goodnight tumblr i'll be back on the art grind tomorrow i think 🙏