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[inosukijiro]

𝗖𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗚𝗜𝗬𝗨𝗨

𝙨𝙮𝙣. ━ its late at night and giyuu feels safe in your arms.

━ 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. i just want to tuck him into bed so bad and give him lil forehead kisses. i won’t stop saying it I LOVE THIS MAN 🗣️🗣️.

━ 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. AHH IM SORRYYY ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ PLS i went on vacation and got the covid,, it was SO bad i couldn’t function. buuuut moving on — i’ve said it before but ill say it again, thank you soo much for all the love and support ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ seriously, all the likes and reblogs have me very humble. i only ever write for myself so seeing you all enjoy my little stories make me so happy !!

━ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. fluffy fluff. cuddles! probably v short, and v bad omg. gender-neutral reader. giyuu-centric. assumed but not mentioned, modern reader in kny. crochet mention ah! 0.9k words.

It always starts like this when Giyuu can’t think straight. His brain is fuzzy and worn out from the day. He often wonders how he gets into these positions, but he’s aware that you just know him too well. Probably because you do know him better than he knows himself.

He always thinks about the time before it became you and him. Where the thought itched at his brain constantly. He fantasized about it. It was so hard not to in every waking moment, he even wondered if it was going to be the death of him.

But here he was, nose buried in the crevice of your neck, laying onto you just enough that he didn’t crush you; but you’d never complain if he did. His free arm wrapped around your midsection just enough to allow his hand to grip your side. The pads of his fingers barely dig into your skin. You could probably feel the tension in his body, his hands are firm and rigid against you. Perhaps he’s just a bit nervous you’d disappear if he didn’t hold onto you tight enough. He might apologize for that, or the fact that his hair is definitely in your face.

Oh, but you might giggle. He can hear it. It’s soft and light. You're so amused by him sometimes. You might call him silly, or you might not say anything at all. You might give the sensitive part of his scalp a good scratch to shut him up. You might, and you always do. The feeling of your nails dig into his head makes him squeak. The way your fingers brush against the strands of his hair. It’s heavenly. He buries his head deeper because he’s so embarrassed. His face is hot, and after all this time he’s still so touched-starved. The smallest bit of your attention destroys any functioning brain cells he has left.

It’s just so good being in your arms. It’s just as good as when you're in his. It’s rare, but when that happens he loves the weight of you on top of him. It grounds him back down to earth. And you’re so cute. Somehow you always end up holding his hand, holding it close to your chest and nuzzling yourself against him more. He can’t get over that you want to be around him as much as he wants to be around you.

Giyuu lets out a sigh in contentment.

He’s so tired but he’s so excited. It’s not his fault that he views you as perfection and it’s also not his fault for taking advantage of the attention you desperately want to give him. You’re so generous, and Giyuu had been looking forward to this for days. His mission had been taking too long for his liking and he wondered if this was some sick torment the universe enjoyed toying at him with. All he wanted was to be at his estate, with you.

But you were such a night owl and that was something that Giyuu found out pretty quick. You spent more time awake in his presence than he did with you. Giyuu thinks, and he wouldn’t be wrong, that you try to savor as much time as you can with him. It’s true, you wouldn’t deny it. But you had sleeping problems long before being with Giyuu; though, it makes him feel guilty that he somehow makes it worse.

You were crocheting something, as always, trying to tire yourself out mentally. Your hands working on the project were raised just above his face, and your elbow could be found resting against his upper back. It was so soothing, the way he could feel you working your hook in and out of the stitches. And every so often a stray piece of yarn might’ve brushed against his cheek or nose, tickling him ever so slightly.

It felt nice. The way you had him caged in your arms. He felt so protected and Giyuu couldn’t remember the last time he felt so safe.

He doesn’t know what you’re making; but he’s sure whatever it is will be perfect.

One day he’d get you to sleep though. Yes, he’d get you to drift off so peacefully and do the same to bring you just as much comfort that you do for him. He’d play with your hair. He knows you’d like that. He can almost see it now. The cute noises you’d make and the content, sleepy sigh you’d give as he has you wrapped up in his arms.

He’s in and out of sleep now, drifting off for a few minutes at a time. But he really can’t stay awake anymore. Even though he really wants to. He feels you put your crochet things to the side. However, he barely registers the mumble under your breath when the metal hook makes a ‘TINK’ sound when it’s placed.

It wasn’t too loud but it was too loud for you. You apologize, softly whispering to him but honestly, Giyuu doesn’t know what for. It didn’t disturb him, though he doesn’t worry too much about it when you give a little kiss on his forehead.

He snuggles closer, if that is even possible at this point. He’s on auto pilot as you bring the covers up more over the both of you. You tuck the material right up near his chin and the only thought he has is how cruel it was to make him get up tomorrow morning. Maybe you give him a few more kisses. They’re delicate and you even give him a gentle squeeze as you bring your arms around him; a small ‘love you’ is drowsily whispered through your lips as you rest your head on his.

And Giyuu is out, just like that.

thank u for reading, luv u (◍•ᴗ•◍)

[marshmellowfluff221]

So a zeke x f reader but if you do modern AU? And idk of you do NSFW but basically really fluffy sex like praise and face sitting BUT I’m a whore for rough sex too sooo-

ahehe I do write NSFW I just haven't had any ideas yet~ also sorry this is so late I write slow~

As always....MINORS DO NOT CLICK READ MORE

I'm warning you... ┬─┬ノ( º _ ºノ) I'll do it

WARNINGS: Well the stuff in the request^, uh my second time writing NSFW so plz bear with me

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Saturday mornings with Zeke were great. He'd bring you breakfast in bed, ask if you needed anything, clean up your guy's shared room...etc. The reason he acted so soft on Saturdays was because he had just fucked your brains out on Friday. Of course you'd be sore after he pounded into you until he was satisfied.

You didn't mind at all. Honestly you kind of begged for someone to piss him off at work just so he'd take it out on you that Friday. Somehow your prayers were always answered. He'd have that look in his eyes when he came home from work. It was almost like a predator. Sometimes you never made it to the bedroom before he had you bent over the dining table moaning his name.

After Saturday came Sunday. Sundays you always woke up in Zeke's arms. He pressed kisses all over your face as a good morning. If he was the one still asleep you'd return the favor. Then you'd go about your seperate routines, preparing everything needed for Monday and then settling down to watch some TV shows or a movie. And then came the soft Zeke once again.

Your eyes fixated on the television as the movie played. Zeke's arm lazily wrapped around your waist as you leaned against his shoulder. His fingers lightly tapped on your hips as he watched the movie as well. His eyes started to wander after a while, specifically to you.

You were the light of his life. No matter what you were doing you still looked absolutely beautiful to him. He honestly couldn't get enough of you.

Zeke's fingers stopped the tapping and instead found the waistband of your shorts. He silently slid his fingers underneath the fabric, resting his hand against your warm thigh. You hadn't been phased one bit, simply snuggling closer to his chest. He had a habit of slipping his hands underneath your clothes for more skin to skin contact so you thought nothing of it.

His thumb hooked onto the fabric as he began to rub his hand in small circles, your shorts moving as a result. You furrowed your brow, looking up at Zeke to find him already focusing on you.

"What?" You asked.

"I love you." He immediately replied, his free hand finding it's place on your cheek. Your eyes widened at his sudden affection, a heat rising up towards your face.

"Zeke- you can't just say that."

"Why not?" He asks, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your cheek. "I." He presses a kiss against your other cheek. "Love." He presses a kiss against the tip of your nose. "You."

"Stop." You pout, your arms moving up to wrap around his neck. Your hands found their way into his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp. "I love you too."

It was rare for this affection. With both of your busy schedules there was little time to just spend with each other. That's why these Sundays were so important to you and Zeke.

Your lips met in a soft kiss. He breathed in through his nose, his hands both on your hips as he twisted your body and pulled you to his lap. Your hands slid down to his chest, resting flatly against the firm surface. Zeke pulled back, his hands moving to rest on your thighs.

"Can I request something?" He asked, rubbing comforting circles against your skin.

You ran your hands up to his shoulders, leaning forward to peck his lips before replying, "Of course."

"I want you to sit on my face." Zeke squeezed your thighs gently before his hands slid up to your waist. You swore you heard him wrong, but his unwavering gaze let you know that he said what he said.

"Are you sure?" You asked, shifting on his lap. You felt a soft prod at your leg as you shifted, a small smile coming to your lips. "I want to take care of you too."

"No." Zeke's hands moved under your thighs, standing suddenly. You let out a yelp as you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. His hardening length was evident now that you were pressed up against it firmly. "I'm taking care of you tonight. Maybe next weekend you can repay the favor."

Zeke muttered against your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck gently as he carried you away. His teeth grazed your exposed skin. He left occasional kisses, stopping only when he reached the bedroom.

Zeke gently set you down to sit on the edge of the bed. He took a step back, a dopey smile on his lips.

"You're so beautiful." He muttered, taking a step forward and lifting your chin with his finger. He pressed a single, lingering kiss to your lips, pulling back to speak. "Take off your clothes for me."

As he spoke his lips brushed against yours. The slight touch always made you go crazy and he knew it. You nodded, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and pushing them down. Your panties followed suit, pooling on the floor. When you made no move to take off the remaining clothes Zeke shook his head.

"All of it."

You complied, lifting your shirt over your head and unclipping your bra, letting both fall to the floor. There you sat bare to Zeke. His eyes took you in hungrily, not hiding the fact that he was eager. His hand found the growing bulge on his sweats as he palmed himself through the fabric.

"Spread your legs beautiful." Zeke mutters, taking a miniscule step forward. You did as he asked, feeling a cold air hit you. A chill ran down your spine as Zeke's hands rested on your knees. He leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours. You lifted your hands, gently grabbing the glasses that sat upon his face. Zeke's eyes closed as you pulled them off, folding them. His eyes opened, half lidded, as his hand engulfed yours, grabbing the pair of glasses from you and standing up.

He says nothing as he places the glasses on the bedside table and sits himself down on the bed. As he lays down, you get the hint. You crawl over until you straddled his waist, your face hovering over his. Zeke's hands squeeze your thighs, leaning up and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"Come on." He urges. "Up here." Zeke says with a gentle nudge. You nod, placing your knees on either side of his head, reaching forward and grabbing the headboard. His hands grip your waist, positioning you over his awaiting mouth.

"Zeke are you sure-" You began to speak, but stopped as a whine crawled up your throat. Zeke suddenly pulled you down against his mouth, his lips enclosed around your clit. Your hands gripped the headboard tightly as your hips involuntary stuttered forwards. Zeke hummed, drawing a moan from your lips at the feeing.

His hands grip at your waist tightly as he guides your hips to grind down on his tounge. His fingers bite into your skin, adding to the sensation. Zeke's tounge slips past your folds, pushing through into your tight hole. He pushes and prods at all the right places.

The only sounds in the room are your moans and Zeke's tongue against your core.

"Zeke-" You moan out, tossing your head back as your hips stutter against his face. He squeezes your waist gently, urging you to let go. That was all it took for you to clamp your eyes shut and finally let the built up tension release. Your hips slowed to a gentle roll as he worked you through your orgasm. Zeke gently nudged you back. You scooted down, flopping onto the bed beside him. He sat up, pulling the grey shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. His eyes flicked over to you, watching as you breathed heavily, calming down from the previous activities. His lips turned up into a small smile as he moved to slide down his sweats.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He mumbled, kicking the clothes off the side of the bed and turning to you. Your half lidded eyes glanced over to him, a small smile on your lips.

"Every day Zeke." You reply, reaching up and placing a hand on the back of his neck. He smiles, leaning down and connecting your lips again. Zeke moves slowly as to not disturb the intimate kiss. His leg nudges between yours as he moves to hover over you. His lips leave yours, trailing down to press kisses down your jaw and towards your neck. You tilt your head up to allow him more access,

"You're just..." Zeke mutters against your skin. He pulls back to get a good look at your face. "...perfect."

"Zeke..." You reach up, cupping his face. "I love you so much." A genuine smile appears on his lips. He reaches down, grabbing your legs and bringing them up to his waist. You wrap your legs around his waist, rolling your hips as you feel the tip of his cock prod at your entrance.

"I love you too Y/n." He mutters, gripping your hips as he slowly pushes in. His eyes stay on your face. No matter how many times he has been inside of you, you always scrunch up your face adorably. Zeke lets out a low grunt as he settles inside you. He leans back down, his nose brushing against yours.

"You feel so good." Zeke mutters, a soft sigh leaving his lips as you roll your hips against his. You mutter a low 'move' and he does. His pace is slow, but at the moment you don't particularly care. It's the closeness you have at the moment that makes your heart swell with love.

Zeke drops his head down to your shoulder, keeping the same pace. Your hand finds his hair, running your fingers through lightly. His hot breath fanned over your neck as your light moans filled the room. Slowly, but surely, his pace began to pick up as both of you drew near. Your soft pants turned louder as his hips suddenly snapped against yours. Your grip on his hair tightened as he held you tightly, his fingernails biting your skin gently.

"Zeke." You muttered out between moans. He grunted in response, feeling you tighten around him.

"Come on." He grunted. "You can do it baby." Zeke lifted his head from your neck to get a good look at your face. He loved your expressions more than anything. As you reached your end and clenched around him, he worked you through your orgasm as he chased his own. His hips stuttered against yours as he buried himself deep inside of you as he came.

Your heavy breaths filled the room as he slowly pulled out and flopped down beside you.

"We should shower." Zeke breathes out, reaching over and pushing the hair from your face. "We have work early tomorrow." He pressed a light kiss to the tip of your nose.

[sorenskyhigh]

How the Haikyuu boys would get their s/o out of their zoom meetings (for example, pretending that they are getting kidnapped and getting dragged off screen) My sister did this before and my teacher was cracking up. THANK YOU BEST FRIEND :)

YES! I love this! Imagine if they took you on a sweet little date afterwards and you both just mess around all day!!! o(≧∇≦o) and thank you so much for supporting me!!!!!

Also I want to apologize for not writing anything, there's been a lot going on and I've just had no will to do anything ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Includes Daichi Sawamura, Koushi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Yū Nishinoya, Tetsurou Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Koutaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, and Satori Tendou

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Getting You Out Of Zoom Class

Daichi Sawamura

Daichi may end up being a cop and he may seem like a stickler for the rules, but........

He is super smart

And I definitely wouldn't put it past him to break some rules here and there

Daichi knows you hate the particular class that you're sitting through right now

The teacher was an ass and the class was just not your forte

Daichi was sitting just out of shot and you angrily scribbled down notes. You knew you could lie and make excuses for why you didn't do the work but, your conscious just wouldn't allow you.

Every once in awhile Daichi would reach out a soothing hand under the table and rub his thumb a couple times over your knee to sooth you.

At one point Daichi got up and just stood there for a second.

He intook a large breath before picking you up out of the chair and swinging you over his shoulder.

Hus face appeared in your camera and he just smiled wide and said, "Sorry, they've got something more important to do."

With that he left, not even bothering to turn off anything before he walked out to the kitchen with you and started making a lunch for you two.

Koushi Sugawara

We all love our chaotic Sugamama

Suga though isn't exactly theatrical person

What he would do would be simple and easy but very effective

Koushi was in your kitchen making a cute little brunch for the two of you. He had set everything up in your living room.

Nice, comfy nest on the floor, open windows, a short table to set everything on.

You had been particularly stressed since you had had to start online classes. A lot of people could learn this way, but, you just couldn't

You were busy working and didn't notice when your feed cut out and froze then turned off.

He had asked Yamaguchi what he could do since Yamaguchi was surprisingly good with electronics.

He had gotten into your account and was messing with it. Somehow, since a computer and and his laptop were trying to use it at the same time it genuinely messed it up but that was a worry for later.

"Awww c'mon!" You said before you screamed in surprise.

Koushi had popped up from under your desk,"I think you need a break."

Asahi Azumane

Asahi is a super nervous guy, we been knew

But when he saw just how stressed his little baby was over your online classes

You were sitting in your living room on the floor, all your stuff spread out. You looked like you were spread so thin as you tried to keep up.

Suddenly your front door slammed open and big guy in a mask came in and snatched you up and took you outside after shutting your door.

You were of course until you got outside then you both started laughing.

Asahi had gone over this with you many many many times es just to make sure you were okay with it.

Aftwards he also kept worrying over you on whether he hurt you or not.

Nishinoya Yū

You know this boy would go all out for this

As loud and wild as he can make it

Yū had decided to be as obnoxious as possible. It was simple, yet highly effective.

Not only did you have to turn off your mic but your teacher asked you to turn off your camera as well.

Yū wasn't just a auditory nuisance but a visual one as well.

As long as he could be seen or heard he would either be being a pest or too funny for anyone to concentrate.

After your teacher had asked you to cut off your sound and camera you both obviously left.

Yū wanted to go and eat your entire fridge while you watch horror movies.

Tetsurou Kuroo

You know this man would bring in straight facts

He would cut down any of your teacher/professors excuses as to why you had to stay

"Too much time on a computer, phone or TV screen can cause serious retinal damage. If they can't see then they can't do the work you want them too. Life would be so much harder for them if they lost their sight."

With that he hurriedly turned off your computer and rushed you out of there so you guys could hang out and watch probably an animal science documentary.

Kenma Kozume

You know this boy is tech proficient

He would have your computer so screwed

Why even try

You go to get into your class but the potato filter is on and you can't fix it.

Your teacher is angry at you bc 'you're young and apart of the generation that grew up with this technology so figure it out and blah blah blah.

You're struggling so with the sound, you sound like you had just sucked on a can of helium.

Then the loud celebratory noise emitting from your computer and an all too familiar voice came over and said, " Not today, pudding." Then your entire computer "crashed".

Kenma entered the room very queitly as you sat there.

"It's not broken. But if you don’t play video games with me I won't fix it."

Toru Oikawa

This twink ass drama queen

I pity whoever dates this man if you have to take zoom classes

You know he would be super dramatic about it

You're sitting at your chair and are dutifully taking notes when your bedroom door is flung open.

There stands Toru.

His hands are on his hips and he's pulling his little pouty face.

"Now, little cutie. You have been ignoring me for weeks."

You look at him as if he had lost his mind. You just talked to him this morning.

"If I didn't know ow any better I'd say you had the hots for someone in that class!" He was slowly raising his voice.

"I thought we were happy?! I love you and I wanted to marry you."

Disconnected

After he had unplugged you're entire computer he giggled and kissed you, "Sorry little cutie, I just hate to see you so stressed from those stupid classes."

Hajime Iwaizumi

He gets enough drama from Shittykawa

So he's not going to create any of his own if he can help it

But he did think that video of someone "kidnapping" their friend was pretty funny

You were in the kitchen with a glass of water when Hajime very quietly came in. You had just baby heard your front door close.

He held his finger up to his mouth and pulled a bandana up over his mouth.

He skillfully it over him since this wouldn't be the first time you had had distractions from your friends during class.

You were curious about what he was doing.

Then all of a sudden you were grabbed from the side, the stool falling over as Hajime shut your laptop.

He carried you outside where Shittykawa, Mattsun, and Maki were waiting.

"No more classes for today."

"Yeah you get to have just so much fun with us," Maki said sarcastically.

Koutaro Bokuto

This man

This MAN

I love him to death but not only would he get the entire team in on it but he would screw it up somehow

You were on your bed with your laptop on a blanket in front of you as you listen to your teacher drone on and on and on.

Then you shrieked when your bedroom door was thrown open and three fairly big guys came rushing in.

Naturally you screamed in fear.

Koutaro was the one carrying you as the Konoha turned off your laptop and Akaashi stood there. He was so not with this.

The thing is, Koutaro didn't tell you on purpose so your reaction would be genuine enough to fool your class.

He got you so upset that Akaashi, Konoha, Anohori, Komi, Onaga, Sarukui, and even Washio were chastising him for it.

They weren't having his dumb shit today, no sir.

He made it up to you though, so did the rest of the team.

Keiji Akaashi

After dealing with Bokuto for what felt like a lifetime

He wanted to keep things simple and easy

Akaashi had just walked into your room while you were sitting at your desk.

He had pushed your chair out of the way and simple turned everything off. Saving any documents you may or may not have had open first of course.

Then he took your hand and he took you to a nice and quiet Cafe where you guys spent the rest of the day.

Satori Tendo

Itcha miracle boi

You know that when he starts to make you leave ethe teacher say soemthing he will fight them ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ

He's ready to dish it out

Straight up insults them

You were sitting in bed with your laptop while Satpri was sprawled across your lap.

He hadn't disturbed doubt thus far. He was actually being very well behaved.

Thankfully with how you and your laptop set up, no one saw him chillin' like a villain in your lap.

That is until he groaned and started to whine about how boring it was.

Your teacher addresses you and scolds you for having Satoir there.

"Why, it's not like I'm distracting you. You're not doing anything anyways. Let's leave, my Paradise."

After that Satori had a long argument with your teacher, your teacher very clearly losing. More than half your class was losing it at this point.

"Look, you abarrent brat,'" thats when you got mad.

"Excuse me? What did you just call him??!!" You slammed your laptop shut after that.

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[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

Since it’s spooky season could I request how bokuto, kuroo, ushijima and iwa would react to their s/o wanting to do a couples costume with them? Tysm!💖

hi anon!! tysm for this adorable request :)

I hope you don’t mind but I did how they would react to couples costumes and what you guys would do on halloween night since I wanted some length 

I wanted to squeeze this in before spooky season came to a close soooo I may or may not have put everything on pause for this hehe

I really hope you enjoy <3

(say thank you to anon for spooky season request) [¬º-°]¬ 

•Couples Costumes w/ Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima, + Iwaizumi•

warnings: like one cuss word

genre: fluff

characters: bokuto, kuroo, ushijima, + iwaizumi

•Bokuto•

when you brought up the idea to do a couples costume, bokuto was over the moon

 with his playful nature, halloween was obviously one of his favorite holidays and being able to spend it with the person he loved made it ten times better

he was glad you were the type of person to want to go out and do things on halloween, considering many people your age had given up on the idea of halloween a long time ago

he already had a few ideas of what you two could do for a costume and so did you so after bouncing ideas off of each other, you two decided on something cute but more on the childish side 

days leading up to halloween, bokuto would not shut up about how excited he was

to be honest, you found it absolutely adorable and you were pretty excited yourself so you didn't mind his rambling one bit

on the day of, bokuto and you got dressed up, grabbed some pillow cases, and ran out the door to go trick or treating

as you two ran from door to door you laughed and talked with one another, sneaking some candy you were supposed to be saving for later as you went

some parents gave you strange looks but you couldn't care less

all you were focused on in that moment was how much fun you were having with your boyfriend

having bokuto by your side made you feel just like a little kid again

he brought back the excitement and fun of halloween that had seemed to fade over the years

by the end of the night, you two had stayed out trick or treating until every house light was diminished 

once you two got back to bokuto’s house, you poured both of your candy out on the floor and sorted them out 

as you both ate candy, you shared stories of past halloweens and recalled memories from the current night

the next morning you two woke up with the worst stomach aches imaginable and stayed in bed and cuddled throughout the entirety of the day

it was safe to say that that halloween was definitely one to remember

•Kuroo•

kuroo loved the halloween season so when you brought up couple costumes he was all for it

however, he would only agree to dress up with you if you would fulfill his halloween request in return

it was simple really, he had been dying to take you to a haunted house during this time of year, so all you had to do was agree

this wasn't exactly your ideal situation for halloween but none the less, you told him you'd go with him

there was no way you were going to throw away the opportunity of doing a couples costume with your boyfriend 

for the occasion, you two went with a scary theme for your couple costume

days leading up to halloween, kuroo would “try to get you in the mood” by coming up behind you and scaring you any chance he got

he would then tease you when you fell for his tricks

at least when you two actually got to the haunted house you were a little prepared for what was to come thanks to kuroo and his shitty scare tactics

you were still gripping onto his arm for dear life throughout the entirety of it despite that

kuroo had enjoyed watching you yelp and jump in fear but by the end of it he didn’t think you had as much fun as him and he sure as hell wasn't ready for this night to be over

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah Kuroo?”

“Wanna do one more thing before we call it a night?”

“If you drag me to another haunted house I will kill you.”

“Promise it’s not that, just get in the car and you’ll see.”

“Okay. i’m trusting you, don't mess this up.”

“You can count on me babe.”

you two got in the car and drove in the direction of god knows where

the longer you drove the more you started to realize the area

you and kuroo would come around here often to visit bokuto and akaashi, but why were you going in this direction now?

kuroo pulled into a dollar store a few minutes later,

“Okay, here’s the plan. On the count of three, we run into that store and grab every pack of toilet paper in sight. Ready?”

you didn't know what was happening but you knew it was always better to go along with whatever kuroo suggested so on the third count, you two sprinted into the store 

you began to realize what your boyfriend had in mind once you pulled into bokuto’s driveway

“Are we really going to-”

“You read my mind Y/N.”

You two spent the rest of the night running around Bokuto’s yard, throwing toilet paper over everything in sight

even though your relationship was full of surprises, you wouldn’t have it any other way and this halloween night was no exception

•Ushijima•

ushijima was confused to say the least

he honestly didn’t even know why you still wanted to celebrate halloween, that was a holiday for children and their parents

you both were neither children nor parents

it took you a while to explain what people your age did for the holiday but after you did he finally understood and agreed to dress up with you

it was pretty difficult to come up with a costume for the both of you 

mainly due to the fact that whenever you would give him ideas of what you two could do, he would just nod and hum in consideration

basically it was up to you to make a decision for the both of you since you couldn't exactly figure out where he stood on each of the costumes you suggested

you decided to go with something simple but cute, seeming this was the first time since childhood that ushijima would be dressing up and you didn't want to overwhelm him

when halloween night rolled around, you two had decided on dressing up and staying at your house to pass out candy while watching some halloween movies

you knew that your boyfriend definitely wasn't a party goer and probably would not enjoy walking around to different strangers houses so this seemed like a perfect solution

throughout the night the movie became background noise as more and more children rang the doorbell of your home to ask for candy

you didn't fail to notice the faint smile sketched on ushijima’s face as he studied the children’s costumes with amusement, dropping a few extra pieces of candy into each bag just to watch the smiles on their faces grow

you felt your heart grow warmer and warmer throughout the night until all the candy in the bowl had been given away

you two turned out all the lights, letting people outside know that you were no longer giving out treats

the only thing illuminating the room was the T.V.

as you two sat down on the couch and returned to the movie you snuggled up next to your boyfriend hearing his voice fill the room,

“I would not mind having kids when we are grown. Maybe we could dress them up and take them out too.”

you smiled to yourself, 

“I would love that Ushi”

•Iwaizumi•

Iwaizumi thought the idea of a couples costume was pretty cheesy to be honest

but you seemed so excited at the idea of dressing up together that he couldn’t refuse

the idea ended up growing on him after you had shown him a few of the ideas you had in mind

you two decided to go with something more mature and neat, allowing to fulfill your wishes without achieving something that Iwaizumi would cringe at

Iwa didn’t usually do anything on halloween unless Oikawa dragged him to an event that the popular captain had been invited to

this year however, tooru had been appointed the job of taking his nephew out trick or treating so Iwa was free to spend the holiday with you, uninterrupted by his third wheel of a best friend 

although he didn’t let it show too much, he was really excited to be able to do something with you halloween night

you didn't think Iwaizumi wanted to go trick or treating but you weren't going to let him stay at home like an old man, so naturally you had to drag him out to have some fun

and what better way to have fun than a halloween party?

Iwaizumi wasn't too fond of parties but he always seemed to have the best time with you so he didn't mind going

throughout the night you two stayed with each other, ignoring the other people around you

you talked, laughed, and snacked on candy from bowls that were scattered around the room

as the night dragged on, people talking and music blasting mixed with the sound of Iwaizumi’s heartbeat as you rested your head on his chest

you began to grow tired and tugged on Iwaizumi’s shirt signaling you were ready to go

he smiled down at your sleepy figure and grabbed your hand, guiding you to the car

as you drove you noticed Iwaizumi wasn't going in the direction of his house but you figured he was just taking a back road or something so you decided to close your eyes and enjoy the drive

you woke up to the smell of something savory, causing you to open your eyes,

“Where are we babe?”

“Figured you would be hungry when you woke up so I stopped to get food before we got home.”

You smiled as he intertwined his fingers with yours

“Thank you for tonight Iwa, I had fun.”

“I did too Y/N.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

[kiseki-no-scenarios]

huehuehue what a cute request anon! This was fun to write!

Rakuzan Manager!Reader at Multi-Team Training Camp Headcanons

It was the first time everyone was getting together in a long time, and you were excited to get to hang out with the rest of the GOM

Each of the teams had their respective coaches who would handle their training, so you would be coordinating with the other managers on the other duties

Of course, you and Momoi were pretty much the only managers that the teams had

When you first discussed your plans with Momoi, for whatever reason she had begged you to let her take care of the cooking

You didn’t feel super strongly either way so you were fine with her taking that role

You were quickly alerted to the errors of your thinking the very next day when a barrage of texts hit your phone  

“_____-san, I implore you to reconsider your decision of leaving the cooking at the training camp up to Momoi-san.”

“_____-cchi wants us all to DIE!!! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ I love Momoicchi but her cooking…we’ll all DIE!”

“Oi, _____! What kind of prank are you playing on us, having Satsuki be in charge of cooking?!?!?”

“Rarely do I lower myself to this level of pleading, but  _____. Even Oha Asa cannot save us from Momoi’s cooking.”

“_____-chin, I’ll crush you if you make me eat Momoi-chin’s cooking.”

“_____, it’s Kagami. I got your number from Kuroko. I’ve never had Momoi-san’s cooking, but I’ve had Riko-senpai’s and all I can say is….For the love of god, do not let that woman cook.”

“_____. Satsuki cannot be allowed to cook during the training camp. Even someone like Eikichi would rather starve than try her culinary…experiments.”

So it was again up to you to fix the issue, but every time you tried to talk to Momoi about it, she was so excited that you couldn’t break the news to her.

When everyone gathered for the training camp and you were all having your initial meeting, the sheer terror that was cast upon all the faces of the members present forced you to do the unbelievable

Tapping into your extremely poor acting skills to try and get everyone out of this predicament

“I can’t believe it!” You shout, startling everyone in the vicinity. “How could you…how could you do this?”

Throwing on the best villainous glare you could manage, you point at the boys with an accusatory finger. “I can’t believe that of all people…you would have Momoi-chan shoulder the entire burden of cooking for all of you! You’ll work her to death!”

“_____-chan, it’s fine-“

“No, how could I let this go in front of my eyes!” Forcing a sob past your lips, you throw your free hand around Momoi, tugging her dramatically into your chest. “It just pains me…to imagine my dear Momoi-chan, slaving over a hot stove for hours and hours…just to feed you ungrateful bastards!”

“Hey, what did you just-“ Kagami roared, but Kuroko quickly delivered a well-timed jab into his side.

PLAY. ALONG. YOU. MORON! You mouthed to Kagami, before quickly getting back into character.

“Momoi-chan, I’m so sorry. I put this undue burden on you because I simply did not understand!” Dropping your voice into a soft whisper, you grab Momoi’s hands and smile at her through watery eyes. “But do not fear. I will make sure that these heathens learn their lessons! I will protect you, with all that I am!”

Momoi’s eyes suddenly started sparkling, her mouth falling agape at your princely stance. “_____-chan….!”

“How could I let a single scrap befall your beautiful fingers?” Gently cradling Momoi’s hands, you place a light kiss on the back of her fingers. “Please, my princess. Allow me to take on this duty, as I cannot bear to see you overworked.” For the finishing touch, you press your lips to her forehead.

“_____-sama!” Momoi swoons, her cheeks flushed.

You were so caught up in your acting that it took you a second to notice that the crowd around you had gone very, very silent. Looking up, you noticed that several of the members were sporting light blushes on their cheeks, and-woah, did someone actually faint?

Thanks to your last minute and improvised scene, Momoi was mollified and you were designated as the cook instead during the training camp

You were relieved that it had all been settled, but then it hit you that all of a sudden, you had to cook for everyone

You thought your cooking was alright, but there were a lot of guys, a lot of tall, bulky, teenage guys who had black holes for stomachs

Your actions seemed like a gift from god to the basketball players that were there, and suddenly, all eyes were on you during the training camp

When you walked around refilling water bottles and switching out fresh towels, there was always at least one player who would appear at your side, rushing to assist you with your tasks

They didn’t even seem to care that you were technically from a different school, and you found it hard to turn them down because of how eager they were

Even calling you _____-sama, how embarrassing!

There were whispers among the players about how they wished you could also be their team’s manager

And of course, Rakuzan wasn’t taking this at all

“Um, did something happen?”

“We just wanted to eat with our lovely manager, _____-nee!” Hayama cheered, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “You’ve been working so hard for us, and your food is so good!”

“I’m glad you like it…” You reply, not used to having all the Rakuzan members sitting around you. Not that you had been eating alone, but most times Akashi would visit with the other members of the GOM, Nebuya would be fighting in some sort of eating competition with the other centers, and Mibuchi would flit around from table to table like a social butterfly.

So it was a bit of an adjustment to have all five of them surrounding you at the table.

“_____, if anyone tries to touch you, let me know.” Nebuya suddenly states, cracking his knuckles. “I’ve been aching for a good fight.”

“And you can’t brush anyone else’s hair except mine, ok?” Mibuchi huffs, grabbing your hands.

“_____. If anyone bothers you at all, for whatever reason, I will take care of it.” Akashi states calmly, and you swear you can hear something going snip, snip.

“…Thanks…?”

Following that event during dinner, you notice that you don’t get called out as much as before, which you feel better about since you weren’t sure how long you would be able to stand being called -sama

Another change was that whenever you were running errands, without fail, someone from Rakuzan would accompany you

Not that you’d need it because you were not a child and could take care of yourself, but it was hard to turn down Hayama’s puppy dog eyes, Mibuchi’s watery eyes, Mayuzumi just stared at you and didn’t bother replying, Akashi was…Akashi, and there was no way you could physically get Nebuya to budge (you’ve tried).

Eventually the training camp comes to an end on a good note

You’ve made some new friends, and Momoi had started calling you by your first name, stating how she was going to start visiting you at Rakuzan

You felt proud of how your team had done and how much they had grown during their time at the camp

As you were getting ready to load everything up, Akashi and the rest of the team comes up to you, telling you to leave all the heavy lifting to them

“Are you sure? It’s really not a big deal…”

“You’ve worked hard, _____. Please, go ahead and get on the bus. We’ll be there shortly.” Akashi says, leaving no room for argument.

Once the members have made sure that you’ve left the scene, they all share a glance before turning to the group of basketball members still gathered around.

“Before you all go, we have a friendly warning for you all.” Akashi begins, radiating a powerful aura.

“If anyone of you even THINK that you can take our lovely manager…” Hayama continues, an uncharacteristically dark look flashing through his eyes.

“_____ is a proud member of Rakuzan, and we will never let you get your hands on her.” Mibuchi’s voice is composed, but his eyes are certainly anything but.

“So don’t go getting any bright ideas.” Nebuya finishes, his figure as imposing as always.

“…We’ll kill you.” Mayuzumi adds, scaring most of the crowd due to his sudden appearance.

[redbeanboi]

Hello!! I'm a really big fan of BBP and your characterization of Giorno. It's great to see more sides of a usually stoic, composed person. Is there by any chance that you could do some hcs of Risotto being a softie or romantic towards his s/o (could you throw in some of him interacting with a baby?)

˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ thank you anon !! this is really sweet. and yes!! I am of the opinion that all stoic composed peoples are secretly big softies !!! and I’m here to expose all of them !!!!

without further ado— 

Rice man with an s/o who has a baby (because single parent is erm... a trope i really like.....)

Risotto isn’t into PDA, but when he’s alone with his s/o he likes to hold them close. He’s a big big cuddly bear. And if you want to get up to do something else that’s too bad :< accept your fate and get swallowed in big man’s frame.

He can’t always afford to take a day off (not to mention the fact that he’s in a dangerous line of work), but he loves his partner very much and will do anything he can to make sure he spends time with them when time allows. Risotto’s very very aware of how dangerous it is for you to be associated with him, and being seen in public is the last thing he wants. So out of protection and concern for you, he usually suggests staying in.

He’s surprisingly good at cooking? Eating out is, again, expensive (also, not to mention the danger of being out in the open), so he’s learned to cook. If you want to help, he’ll gladly let you lend a hand, but otherwise, he’ll ask you to leave the cooking to him (since it’s his way of showing you how much he appreciates you). Nothing too fancy, mostly stuff that can be whipped together on the cheap (but still tastes delicious) so aglio e olio or something along that vein.

and enter baby !! his partner is a single parent, but Riz didn’t know that until later on... And his s/o tries to apologize for not bringing it up earlier, but they’re surprised when he takes it extremely well. the first thing he asks is all kinds of things about the baby: what’s their name, how old are they, when were they born, do they like playing with toys, etc.

The first meeting goes well. Baby is confused at first because Risotto’s essentially a stranger. A very very big stranger. But once the newness has worn off (and it happens in five minutes), you find that they’re both pretty okay with each other. Risotto loves to poke at baby’s cheeks because!! they’re so squishy !! and small?? and also sOft

Baby loves Risotto. They love to shriek and wave their arms until he picks them up. And Risotto’s a big softie so he while he tries to assert himself (”You have two legs, don’t you?”) the second baby goes 🥺 it’s OVER for him !! You can catch them falling asleep and taking naps with each other (because big man needs sleep as much as baby). Usually he’s on his back on the couch and baby’s on his belly or something. It’s cute and definitely worthy of a few discreet snaps. so take those pictures before they wake up !!

Now being around a baby makes him want to go out more, and while the danger is still present, he learns to trust himself to protect all of you. The last thing he wants is to shelter his s/o’s kid (especially because the damn thing is his kid too, now that they’ve bonded!!) so he will be open to going outside. Of course, when he does go out with the two of you, he will make sure to keep a closer eye out for any danger. Of course, not that anyone could really get close or manage to land a finger on either you or the baby because Risotto’s a terrifying opponent.

More importantly !!! Baby calls him Papà eventually and yes. He smiles. :-)

BONUS !!!!

one time he got stuck babysitting while there was a whole meeting with his team, and there’s a teeny tiny interruption. And while Formaggio’s trying his best to tell Illuso off for calling his stand useless, baby crawls over to Risotto and sits their lil bum on the carpet and goes “BAH.” And everyones sorta staring... and baby decides to shove their fist into their mouth and drool onto the floor. And Papà Ris just scoops baby up and acts like nothing’s wrong and just says “Let’s take a break for five minutes” and everyone knows NOT to say anything or point out how great he is with the baby so they just quietly ˢˡᶦᵖ ᵃʷᵃʸ ...

[reidssmile]

s h o t || s.r.

pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

warnings: angst, mentions of being shot at 

word count: 1.8k 

summary: the reader is office bound due to a shattered tibia after a shoot out with an unsub and she’s getting frustrated with not being able to help in the field.

Fourteen days. Fourteen god forsaken days since you’d been shot in the leg. They’d only kept you in the hospital for a few days to check vitals, and Hotch made you take a few days of rest. Seven days. Seven days of not being able to be in the field, and it was killing you inside. To say having you desk bound sucked would be an understatement from the team, you were one of their best field agents so losing you, even just for a couple weeks, really put into perspective how important you were. 

The team could also tell that this was taking a greater toll on you, than you were letting on. You had become quiet, not being your normal, bright, sunshiny self and it worried them. Spencer, your dear Spencer, had been worried the most. You two had been dating for several months now and you confide in him for almost everything, so when you started to become withdrawn, he was amongst the first to notice. He also noticed small details, like the way you pulled your sweater over your hands-- a sign that you were feeling insecure. When he tried to confront you about it, you’d just responded with “Babe, I’m fine. You’re reading too much into it,” and then tapped him on the nose, something you did when indicating that you were done with a conversation. 

Just thinking about it made him frown. It’s not that he liked analysing you, but as the days dragged on with you seeming out of it, he just couldn’t help himself. He missed your smiles that seemed to light up a room, he missed your witty remarks when Derek teased you about him, he just all around missed you. Y/N Y/L. His light in the darkness. Spencer decided he’d try and cheer you up. 

“Hey.” He mumbled, leaning over you so that his hands were on your desk, looking at your computer with you. He kissed your temple, which caused you to flash a ghost of the smile that he knew. You sigh at the thought of not being in the field, not being able to protect that man that you love so much. It’s not so much you didn’t think he could protect himself, rather, you found comfort in the fact that you could help him and watch his back. You missed being his partner in crime fighting. “Hi.” You pushed out, trying to sound content, even through your sad thoughts. “So I was thinking…” He started and you turned your chair to face him. “Uh oh,” you teased, a playful smirk making its way onto your lips, making Spencer smile in return. “What if we go to lunch tomorrow, then maybe I could take you out to a nice dinner?” He asked the last part sheepishly. A real, genuine, sunshine-filled smile plastered itself onto your face. It felt good to feel sincere happiness, it felt even better because it was caused by the man you loved. It’d been a while since you and him have had a date, simply because work wouldn’t allow for it, cases popping up left and right. “I’d really like that, Spence.” You replied, nodding your head to confirm what you were saying was true. “Great,” is all he said before he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. 

←♣º•º•º♣→

You grabbed your crutches and stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Spencer had texted you last night about lunch, and the plan was to meet at the elevators at 2:00 and then head to both of your guys favorite cafe, which was just a few minute drive. You waited by the elevator for a few minutes and when you saw Spencer, a smile made its way onto your face. “Hey, baby,” you said, as he leaned down to kiss you. “All set?” he asked, scanning you over. You nod, and you and Spencer make your way to the car. Being in the car with him made you think about getting calls and riding with him to crime scenes, making you ache to be back in the field even more. You felt practically useless sitting at your desk filing paperwork about cases you weren’t even there for. It’s not like you could help Garcia, you weren’t nearly tech-savvy enough, and while Hotch offered to let you sit in on briefings and help, it just didn’t feel the same to you. The doctors said that the healing could take anywhere from three to six months and the fact that it had only been two weeks, was killing you inside. 

You were lost in thought, and don’t think an expert profiler like Spencer didn’t notice how quite you’d been, or the fact that there was a pained look in your eye, or the fact that there was a frown on your face and a soft sigh escaped your lips every once in a while. Even though it only took 10 minutes to get to the cafe, the ride felt like an eternity to him, especially with you not being talkative. It’s not like he didn’t try to talk to you, he did— but you would always just give dry responses or not notice he was talking. He decided not to push you to answer anything, so he just dropped it, though it did linger in his mind. He pulled into a parking spot close to the entrance of y/f/c. “Y/N/N, we’re here,” he said, when you showed no indication you were getting out. His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Now noticing your surroundings, you mumbled an “oh, thanks,” and got out of the car.

Once seated, Spencer decided he would try and make small talk while you both looked over the menu. “What were you thinking about in the car?” His question was bold and caught you off guard. Looking up from the menu, you stared at him with curious eyes. “It was nothing, Spence,” you reached across the table and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, “I promise.” You tapped him on the nose. He sighed. “You’ve got to stop doing that,” he said, gaining a questioning look from you. “Doing what?” “The whole ‘not being truthful’ thing,” you took a sudden interest in the shrimp omelet, but he wasn't done, “the whole ‘acting like you’re alright’ thing, the whole ‘cutting off a conversation before we’ve actually talked about a topic’ thing. Y/N, we have to talk about it, we can’t just pretend it didn’t happen or that it’s not affecting you.” You felt like a kid being scolded by their mom for not doing the dishes, but you weren’t just going to sit there and take it.

 You bit your lip and opened your mouth, “Spencer, you are the one person who I thought would get it,” you chuckled sarcastically, “You have an IQ of 187, but you can’t seem to be smart enough to pick up on my so very fucking obvious frustration.” “I’m not following…” You laugh again, “Yes, I’m lying to you and the team about being alright, but do you want to know why? Because not only am I trying to convince you that I’m okay, I am trying to convince myself just as much! You don’t understand not being able to do anything, you don’t understand how absolutely unimportant I feel right now. I am out for six months, six fucking months, Spencer! It’s only been two weeks and I already feel like this, do you realize how absolutely miserable I’m going to be? I might as well just take off for a while, because then at least I’ll be at home and not sitting around at the office, doing nothing to contribute to a case. I am the BAU's least valuable asset right now, and at this point, I’m just in the way.” I finish my speal and Spencer’s staring at me like a deer in headlights. 

“Y-Y/N… I never knew you felt like that.” He stutters, he’s trying to find his words. You roll your eyes, “Obviously.” “Y/N I want you to know that you are important, whether you’re in the field or not, doesn’t matter. You’re still one of our most valuable profilers and we need you on cases. You don’t have to pretend to be okay for us, the team, I mean… it’s alright to not be at your best, we’re not going to judge you for it…” He trails off, trying to find more things to say. Go figure, the one time the genius needs his words the most, he can’t seem to find the right ones. 

“Being at my best is literally my job description, Spencer. Sure, maybe the team won’t care, but if word gets back to HR that I’m not 100%, I can kiss my badge goodbye. This isn’t just about being alright, it’s about my job and right now, I’m pretty fucking useless. God, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of being useless!” You vent out, your frustration causing tears to prick your eyes. 

Spencer was shocked that you’d even say something like that. Sure, you didn’t seem super happy for the past couple weeks, but you never let on that you were feeling this bad. 

“Y/N L/N, you are not useless. I don’t ever want to hear you say that about yourself ever again, okay? Because you are the strongest, most amazing woman I know, hell-- I don’t know a single person who could plaster a smile on their face the way you do after getting shot. You are a lot of things, but you are most definitely not useless.”

 By the time he finished his speal, you were a sniffling mess. You grabbed his hands across the table and just held them in your own, leaning your head against them. “I love you,” you sniffed, “I love you so goddamn much, Spencer Reid.” He brought your hands to his mouth and kissed your knuckles. “I love you so much.” He whispered in between knuckle kisses. 

It was such an intimate moment, but of course, all of those had to be ruined by a phone call. Spencer reluctantly answered it and sighed after a few seconds. “Be there in ten.” He said before he ended the call. “Case?” He nodded. Our waitress hadn’t even been around to get our drink order, so we just got up and left the diner. Once we were situated in the car, he grabbed your hand. 

You chuckled. “What’s so funny?” He questioned, smiling while keeping his eyes on the road. “We didn���t even eat, and somehow, I feel re-energized. I think getting all of that out really helped me. So, thank you, Spence.” You smiled over at him, the smile never left his face as the parked the car in the parking garage. “Anything for you.” 

[sirsharp-a]

For Eddie

Name: 'Tis I, Vivi! “ヽ(´▽｀)ノ” …Or if you’d prefer the longer, formal version of my name, Vivian.

Age: As of now? 20… which is quite unfortunate, considering my birthday happens to fall on a day that is widely celebrated for smoking weed.ヾ(-_- ;)

Do you like to cuddle?: A-Admittedly, I don’t hate it, but I know you aren’t the biggest fan of hugs, so we can just keep things PG-13 between us. ( ๑ •́ω•̀)

Can we make-out?: …I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Do keep in mind I’m still inexperienced, though, meaning you might have to be the one to take the lead; then again, we also don’t have to! ( ͡☉⁄ ⁄ ͜⁄ ͜ʖ̫⁄ ⁄ ͡☉)

A night in or dinner out?: I enjoy both! Still, a dinner out does sound absolutely sublime… (º ﹃ º ) Could we maybe get ramen?

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Am I allowed to be self indulgent and say I want them simultaneously? Σ(っﾟДﾟ；)っ

What makes you a good Valentine?: Welp, I may not be the prettiest or even in love with you, but I do genuinely enjoy your company. (๑´ㅂ`๑ ) 👉👈 Also… I’m quite low maintenance and often get told by the people around me I have a great sense of humor, so I guess you won’t ever have to worry about there ever being a dull moment whenever we hang out together? 

Would you cook for me?: Sure, I guess! ヾ(｀・ω・´)ノChinese food is all you’re getting, though, cause I don’t know how to cook anything else.

Would you let me cook for you?: Er… as much as I may love free food, I would hate to have you pamper me this much! (;° ロ°) Still, if you absolutely insist, I suppose I’d have no choice but to accept.

                ❝ Ohhh, sweet little Vivian... ❞   There was a smirk on his face, one that he couldn’t help.  Even if she wasn’t, to somebody as old and worn as he was, she appeared innocent and needy--  a small thing that was both insecure and all too sure of what she wanted.  He found that endearing;  he liked her for it.

                ❝ Absolutely accepted, my dear.  Perhaps I can teach you a thing or two, eh?  Bring you out of that nervous shell... ❞

[fragilcs]

        º◦·✧·◦º  ┊  tarjei  sandvik  moe,  he /  him  &  cismale  ┊  damn,  look  at  adrien  dahl  this  year  !  i  heard  he’s  seventeen and  has  lived  on  the  northside  for  one  year.  also,  he  tends  to  be  empathetic,  but  also  hedonistic,  just  in  case  you  wanna  get  on  his   good  side.

         christina  (  archie  &  co  )  here  !  i  ...  never posted this  ...  so here we go  .  fair warning it ain’t gonna make a lot of sense but  ,,,  love me pls  .

adrien dahl is a born witch  ---  his mother didn’t want him at the time she had him  ,  so she dropped him off on the side of the road in  GREENDALE  .  he was found by members of the farm  ,  who took him in and raised him as their own  !

bc of this  ,,,  he’s an interesting boy  .  he’s v earthy  /  mellow  ,  and doesn’t rlly see anything wrong w the farm for the first sixteen years of his life  ?  everything they do is v normalized to him considering he grew up surrounded by their views  /  ways  .

in the earlier parts of his life  ,  he kinda just lays low  ,  hangs out  ,  does what he wants  .  he’s a v chill dude and spends a lot of time in the gardens  /  farm landscapes  ,  usually painting or drawing  .

age eleven finds adrien befriending a boy from the town over  .  they meet in a park in greendale  ,  and have been best friends ever since  .  it’s not until this friendship that adrien thinks to question the way he was raised  ,  and the beliefs he’s taught to have  .  still  .  the farm is all he knows  ,  and he’ll ignore its oddities for as long as he’s able to  .

several years pass  ,  and it’s finally at the point where it’s a bit unavoidable  .  the older he’s gotten  ,  the more he’s grown aware of the fact that he’s not entirely human  .  he’s got a kind of magic in him  ,  and he hasn’t been given the opportunity to understand it  !  he knows  something  is up  ,  and he reckons it’s time to figure it out  .

in doing so  ,  he’ll start to spend all of his time either on his own  ,  or with his best friend  .  this  ,  along with his friend’s constant pleading  ,  allows him to think that perhaps it’s time to branch away from the farm  ,  so as to help him uncover who he truly is  ---  his roots  ,  his parents  ,  the feeling that there’s something more within him  .

he’ll run away to riverdale on his sixteenth birthday  ,  as part of a plan with his best friend  .  he’ll live with their family  ,  keeping a low profile and adjusting to life outside of the farm  .  in his time away  ,  he’ll begin to find an interest in paganism and celestial practices  .

by age seventeen  ,  he’s managed to keep himself undercover  ,  & is fully practicing paganism in an attempt to figure out who  /  what he is  .  while he has an inkling that he’s a witch  ,  he obviously doesn’t know for certain  .

with talk of the farm  /  g&g showing up more and more in riverdale  ,  it’s hard to say he isn’t nervous  .  he left the farm with no echo of goodbye  ,  and they surely haven’t just let that slide  !  he’ll opt to be more cautious  ...  but it’s only a matter of time  .

        miscellaneous  fun  facts  !!!

honestly  ,,  an enigma when you first meet him  .  even after knowing him for a while  ,  you still never really know what he’s up to  ?

little spoon for sure  (  but he won’t ever admit to this  )

lowkey listens to taylor swift music

EASILY INFLUENCED  ,  VERY IMPRESSIONABLE

has been going to a lot of parties w his friend since moving to riverdale  ---  he’s proven to be a bit of a lightweight  (  literally  ,,  two shots and he’s done  )  ,  and will always smoke if it’s offered to him  (  he’ll claim the high helps his art so  ,,  it’s valid  )  !

his starbucks order is  always  a horchata.  probably cries when they say they don’t serve it  .

he can read tarot cards  ,  palms  ,  you name it  .

his crystals are his Certified Children  .

no concept of time  /  personal space

will let u drag him thru hell if it means you’ll hold his hand  ;)

probably paints w bob ross videos

will  DEFINITELY  flirt with you

weak boi but Wants To Be A Bad Ass  ,,  fails often

[ask-yunjin]

I smile bashfully. "Eh, it wasn't anything special. Wait, hold on, lemme just take care of frosty over here."

I quickly finish off the frozen Mitachurl with the Keyblade.

"Actually, I can take care of your arm real quick." I point the Keyblade at her wound. Green energy spirals up the weapon, covering the wound at the same time. In no time at all, Yum Jin's arm is completely healed, save for the small tear in her sleeve.

"Taken care of," I say. "But I don't think I can fix up that hole in your sleeve."

- Sora

I look in awe "¡W-Wow! That was amazing!" I clap "You're not only a good fighter, but also a healer? You truly are something, dear!" I say before looking at the place where the cut used to be "You just saved me from getting into quite the yelling match "I giggle before continuing " If my boss saw me go back injured they'd get really mad at me, you see...I-I'm not quite allowed to get into fights with monster anymore since I got popular, you know? That why you saw that i'm was a little rusty in combat"

I shake my head befire smiling and him and starting to walk, gesturing the boy to follow.

❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁•❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁•❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁

gaah, sorry for dissapearing, these weeks have been rough for me and I had to dedicate my attention to my designated tasks irl and couldn't get on tumblr (also I promise i'll answer the sucrose ask blog ask in a little bit, again i'm so sorry!) ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

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6, 7, and 12 for the OC Codex Prompts!

I had way too much fun with this, and things got a little lengthy. Thank you so much for the ask!!!! :) (also, I’m sorry it took so long to respond 😓)

All of these are about Peter.

answers for 7 and 12 are very long, and located below the cut 😬

6. someone describing a time your OC helped them

Codex Entry: Bill of Sale

Mumma,

Don worry bou payin the Bann anymore, I have it covered.

The Quizitor came thru today. He heard me arguin with one of Ogden’s brutes bout not bein able ta pay our taxes. I was tryin ta be quiet bout it but Magsley woul’n hear of it. It got heated an Magsley banged on tha table. All ma coins scatered an the Quizitor helpde me pick em up afer he shouted Magsley out the door an down tha hill fer bein onkind. The Quizitor ask what was tha trouble an ah told him weren’t nothin ta worry bout.

He asked me for sum elfroot, an ah gave it to ‘im. Only 30 pieces, but he payed me two thousand in gold! We can keep the shack warm this winter, mumma. An tha Bann won be on our doorstep again anytime soon.

I shall be home directly. Give ma love to Northbert an tha sows.

your son Cuthbert

7. someone describing a time your OC hurt them

Codex Entry: Letter dated 19th Justinian, 9:28 Dragon

Harland,

The neighbor boy nearly killed Brian.

They were playing in the ‘pond’ near the Greeley estate (I would like to take a moment to point out that Brian claimed he had ‘eternal permission’ from you to play in that tic-ridden mud-hole. Why in the Maker’s name would you give him ‘eternal permission’ to do anything, let alone to swim in that disgusting puddle??). Apparently the youngest Trevelyan boy has magic. He froze their legs from their knees to their mid calves in the water, ‘by accident.’ There’s no ‘accidents’ with these mages, Harland.

The boys were stuck together out in the shallows for a full half hour, until one of our staff heard them hollering and came running. The ice was too thick for the children to break through, but the servants had them out in a matter of minutes. Apparently the Trevelyan boy also had burns on his arms from yet more magic.

I’m certain he was trying to trap Brian in that swamp long enough to summon a demon and possess him. Maker bless those servants for rescuing our sweet, innocent boy before that could happen.

The Bann and his wife have the good sense and basic, human decency to have that monstrous child of theirs carted off to the circle. Brian keeps insisting that the other boy had no knowledge of his own magic before the incident. Could you imagine? There is absolutely no conceivable way someone could harbor something as vile as magic within themselves and not feel tainted by it. The family must have known he was a mage at birth. That’s when they show signs of magic, is it not? Why allow him to live outside the circle for eleven whole years, if they knew? Such disgusting selfishness, on their part.

Please return home, promptly,

your loving wife,

Margreth

A note is attached to the letter and is addressed to Peter Trevelyan, of the Ostwick circle, dated 8th Drakonis, 9:36 Dragon:

Petey,

Found this in Father’s things. I’m sorry they had the story so wrong, and I’m still sorry you burned yourself trying to get us out. I shouldn’t have suggested melting the ice, but you were brave to try. I hope the circle has treated you well. You were always a sharp learner, so I’d imagine you’re doing just fine.

Can you have visitors? I’m in town for Father’s funeral, and I’d like to catch up, if you have the time.

Best,

Brian

12. your OC overheard while drunk

(it’s not really a conversation that’s “overheard,” but I think it still sort of works… also, Peter’s timeline is the one where I super-hardcore ship Cassaric. Just a heads-up)

Codex Entry: Letter found in the desk of Kirkwall’s Vicomte

Hawke,

Remember the first thing you said about the Inquisitor when you arrived at Skyhold? You hadn’t even seen the kid up close yet, but the very first time you spotted the back of his head from across the great hall, you called it: “bet he’s never been drunk, but he’s a giggler when he is.” Why that was your initial assessment, I’ll never know. But you hit the nail right on the head.

It’s been a year-and-a-half since we snuffed out Corypheus, and the kid’s already taken down a dragon god and a titan, since then. A fucking titan, Hawke. Lately, Thedas been throwing the Inquisitor parades, and balls, and dinners like they’re all going out of style. Ruffles is thrilled with it, and Boomer seems to suffer it with a decent amount of dignity. I think he’s just happy to have her beside him after a year spent Maker-knows-where.

Anyway, their party made its way up to the Marches this week to work out some land disputes between nobles in a couple of the rowdier city states. Boomer looked tense—more tense than usual—and to be honest, I’ve been pouting quite a lot since Cassandra headed out to train her new Seekers in the Hunterhorns. So, I dragged the kid out for a drink. Which turned into two drinks. Then six. And that was bout all it took.

He started giggling like a mad man. I wish you could have heard it, Hawke—it was the kind of sound that cleanses the soul.

“I’ve never been drunk before. It feels funny. Is it supposed t-*hic*?” That’s the first thing that came out of his mouth once the alcohol started to kick in, and I’m glad the hiccup that interrupted him kept him from being sick all down my front. I was wearing a new shirt. I wasn’t going to sacrifice it. Not even for the Inquisitor. “Thank you for being here for my first time. You’re a good friend, Varric. Very good. Josephine likes you, too—did you know that I love her, Varric?” he tried to nod his head, but it just sort of swiveled around like a lazy spinning top. “I do. So much that sometimes, she’s all I can think about, and it—*hic-giggle*—it makes me dizzy. She’s my happy… thing. Thought?… Yeah, the phrase is ‘happy thought’… I think?”

“That sounds about right, Boomer.”

“Thank you, Varric…” he patted me on the shoulder, then slumped against the bar, one arm dangling at his side, while the other curled around his tankard like a boozed-up python. “I’d like to marry her,” he smiled. “Or she can marry me, if she wants to. I just have to propose first. I think that’s why I’m so stressed. I shouldn’t be–whoa–” he started to slide off the bar top, so he clutched my arm for support. The man has a grip like a vice. “We’ve discussed it. It’s just asking that’s scary. Can the asking make things go wrong when you’d already do anything for each other? She loves me. I love her… I’ve said that… but I mean it.” He paused and went sort of crosseyed, lifting his head off the table to stare intently at my face. “Varric,” he said, very seriously, “did you know you have the moon *hic-giggle* on your nose?”

He booped my nose, Hawke.

Boomer fit in two choruses of Bad Children All Get Eaten on the way back to his inn. Even singing loudly, he has a decent voice. Just before we got to the door, he stopped me, hands on both of my shoulders, staring me down like what he was about to say could change my world. “You marry a lady because she makes you feel like you’re drunk and anything is possible… but maybe without all the sick.”

“’Sick?’ You haven’t even thrown-” I should have known better, Hawke. You say it hasn’t happened, and then it does, because the Maker is a sadist. Luckily, Boomer only coated my boots.

He’s a good kid. And I think he’s right about why you marry a lady.

I miss you, Hawke,

Varric

Next to the note is a receipt for a Kirkwall jeweler, and a memo:

Ask the Seeker to marry me.

(author’s note: I headcanon that Varric doesn’t end up proposing until the Exalted Council. So Cassandra’s confusion about a proposal is misplaced, not incorrect. The book he hands her? Engagement present. The longing look as the stand side-by-side watching the sunset? Intentional… no one will ever be able to convince me that the devs don’t ship Cassarric, too( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) )

[amenomiko]

IkeSen Daddies when their Child Walk for the First Time (ODA FORCES)

Hmm what would their reactions or scenes will be when their daughter / son walks for the first time ((o(*>ω<*)o))?

NOBUNAGA

It was another peaceful day when Nobunaga reads the documents in his hand, with MC by his side, playing with their first born.

He huffed, there's lots of documents to read and it really drained his energy. Then he glances at his jar of konpeito, reaching out to open its lid.

MC blinked when their daughter stop laughing, following where her attention goes to. It was the jar of rainbow candies in her father's hands.

"*gasp*! A-anata..!"

Nobunaga pauses before he could insert the first candy in his mouth and look at his wife, where she pointed at their daughter. "Anata..! Look!"

He then turned to his daughter and his carnelian eyes widened. His daughter trembled from standing for the first time, MC gulped as she took her first steps towards her father.

"Aahhh I wish I had a camera!!" MC tug on her husband's collar, and he put out the jar in front of him, opening his arms to his daughter.

"Come. You can do it." He chuckled as she's coming towards him more and more.

"Ahhh~ buu O 3 O." She nearly fell to the front, but before Nobunaga could catch her, she balances herself and hold onto the jar and let out a giggle.

Both of them fell silent, and MC shakes her husband "OH GOD NOBUNAGA DID YOU SEE THAT?? AAAHHH IT'S HER FIRST STEPS AAAHHH SO CUTEEEE..!!"

He chuckled throughout his wife's moments of happiness, lifting his daughter up into his arms and kissed her cheek many times. "I'm proud of you." He smiled as she nuzzle to his chest with a melodic giggle.

HIDEYOSHI

"Anata, could you hold ___ for a while? I need to take out his new pair of clothes."

Hideyoshi smiled to his son in his arms, cooing and kissing his nose and small hand that he place on his palm. His first born is so adorable, and he can't wait for him to grow up so he can spoil him and teach him with all he can offer.

"Alright, come ____, come to mommy~" MC take her son from Hideyoshi, and lay him down onto the soft futon to change into his sleeping clothes.

"Oh, it's time. MC, I will go out for a while for final check around the castle. Will be back less than an hour." He peck on MC's lips and his son's forehead. "I guess he will be sleeping by then. Good night, my son." He smiled softly before standing and walk towards the door.

"Eh.. Uhm.." His son whines. "Aww Honey.. Daddy will be back soon alri- *gasp*..!"

That perks her husband's ears. "MC? What's the matt-" He froze.

His son, despite being a baby, has a determined look on his face as he slowly stand on his legs, trembled to keep his own balance.

Hideyoshi automatically kneel down, surprised but eager to see how his son's first steps would be.

One, two.. And three steps. He nearly loses his balance but he managed to stand firm and continue to walk again. Four.. Five.. And six. He giggled as he tug on his father's sleeve, while his other hand tug on the other.

"Mmmf-" Hideyoshi hold back his tears as he glomp his son as a whole. "S-so cute..!! My son is so cute..!!!"

MC: Ahh my husband and son is so cute too .˚‧º·(ฅдฅ｡)‧º·˚. 💕💕💕!!!

MASAMUNE

"Mmm.." Masamune first born just woke up from her short nap. She blinked slowly to her smiling mother beside her, kissing her forehead with "Hello Honey~" before continuing to fix the hole in her husband's hakama.

"Daddy is cooking your dinner, he will come here soon, so wait for a moment okay?"

She giggled to her daughter's adorable face, turning to her work back until "Ouch!" She pricked on her finger. "Aahh.. Ow ow.. Now where's the bandage.." She opens every cabinet to no avail. "I guess I have to go see your Uncle Ieyasu for a while." MC take Shogetsu and place him near ____. "Could you please guard her for a while? Hehehe thank you Shogetsu."

Shogetsu purred, as if understanding what MC had said and curved its body all over ____. With that, MC went out to Ieyasu's chamber.

But then again.....

"...and next.." He plopped another mashed carrot into the porridge. "Okay, then.. Hmm. Oh..! The small bits of fis- oof..!"

Masamune look down. It was his daughter, standing while hugging around his right leg, with Shogetsu beside her. Ooh she can walk already. He smiled.

Wait.

She can walk-

"She-" He rubbed his only eye. "She can walk- AGDJSKSLFHF MC \(U A O)/!!!!"

BAM BAM BAM BAM! "ANATA!!!! ____ IS-..Missing..?"

Both of them were dumbfounded. Looks like their daughter had learned to walk by herself, with Shogetsu tagging and protecting her all along until she reach to her father's place.

IEYASU

Ieyasu rock his body back and forth, lulling his sleepy daughter in his arms. He lightly pat on her back, brushing on her short hair locks softly as she slowly fell asleep.

It was then Wasabi mewled outside his door, begging for food. "Hm? I thought I already feed her this morning.." He moved carefully, not to wake his daughter in his arms as he slide the door screen open.

"What is it Wasabi? You want to eat again?"

"Hmm.." His daughter whimpered. "Uh oh."

Wasabi mewled again.

"Oh damn-"

"Nnn.." His daughter woke up. Ieyasu nearly went pale when her whimper gradually change into a sob. He panicked some more when Wasabi bites on his sleeves. "H-hey..! Wasabi..! Be patient..! Ah- don't chew on it..!"

Then she stopped crying. This took her father's attention as she pull out her hands towards Wasabi. Ieyasu let out a sigh of relief; that saves him for now. He let his daughter touch on Wasabi's nose, and suddenly she struggle from his hold showing that she wanted to be released.

"No, no you can't. It is dangerous- *his daughter whimpered again* okay, okay, just becareful- tho I bet you understand what I'm saying." Ieyasu let go of his daughter and about to let her sit beside him, but she didn't.

She's standing on her legs and his eyes are big as a plate. "____? Uff-" Her daughter tugged on his scarf, unintentionally tightening the tightness around his neck. "Mmmf- w-wait..!" She started to walk whenever Wasabi moves, and tugging her father along by the neck.

Ieyasu didn't know which one to feel first. To be happy that she took her first steps or to feel sad she couldn't walk if he take her grip away from his scarf (somehow it's like a support for her to walk) or to be choked for a few minutes or from heaven's help, few seconds.

"My, Anata..! Our daughter had taken her first steps!!"

Ah another help from heaven, his wife had came back from her fabric shopping in town.

"Hehhehe she's playing with Wasabi..! Aren't they cute, Anata (∩´∀`∩)💕?"

"M-MC.. H-help-..!" Now he is thorned between happy or sad or get choked or let MC be happy for while until she notice he was choking or she could enjoy these moments until he fainted.

In the end, he fainted.

MITSUNARI

Whenever Mitsunari baby sit his son, he is not allowed to read a book. Why? Not only anything could happen, but he might missed any important moments.

His son's first steps nearly happen at one time. However it happen when Mitsunari was not looking. He is too engrossed in his book.

The second type it nearly happen. But the moment he put the book down, his son sits down too.

Now he is fidgeting. He didn't know what to do, other than reading a book during his free time. He wanted to snuggle his son in his arms but he also wanted to wait for the moment to come.

MC giggles every time he wanted to reach out and hug his son, but he goes "Mmnnn I can't!" And put his hand back. "Aaahh MC, what should I do (っ◞‸◟c)?"

"Awww Anata. It will happen one day, I'm sure of it."

"*sighs* okay. I guess I will.. Continue to get some more picture books for him." He slumped, turning around towards the door.

"Abubu..!"

He blinked, and slowly look from his shoulder. His heart give an excited "Thump!" when his son already standing on his feet. He giggled, taking one to two steps towards his father while MC gave a knowing smile when Mitsunari look at her happily.

"Come, my son..! You can do it..! I will always wait for you..!" Mitsunari smiled widely, opening his arms to his son. "Ah..!" He quickly catch his son in his arms when he loses his balance. Nevertheless he is overjoyed. "You did it!! MC! He did it!! I'm so happy!!" He kissed his son on his cheeks lovingly as he craddle him into his arms. (BAWWWWW ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ -author herself self explode on this-)

MITSUHIDE

Mitsuhide took his son from MC, as she has to tie her hair into a bun. The wind during the season has made her hair went messy and so it's hard for her to hold onto her son, and tucking her blown hair behind her ear at the same time.

"Hmm?" Mitsuhide could feel his son wriggle in his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Maybe he wanted to.. *gasp*" She look at her husband. "Maybe it's time for his first steps?"

"Hohoh not bad. You really got your braveness from your mother hmm? Let's try then."

Mitsuhide let his son tug on his upper sleeve as support as he slowly tried to stand on his own legs. When he completely stable, Mitsuhide carefully let go of his son, watching him take his first step.

Despite his teasing just now, his eyes twinkle from happiness, so does MC. He is a doting father, tho he won't admit it.

"Nnn!"

MC nearly jolt when he about to fell backwards, releasing a sigh of relief when he get to balance himself back.

Then he stopped, turning around to face his parents fully with a giggle.

Mitsuhide laugh softly, smiling at his son with full of proudness.

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        —✧ º •send me 💘 for my muse’s reaction to realizing they’ve fallen in love with your muse.

vibration reverberating from the male’s neglected cell phone is the only sound overtaking the surrounding ambiance of his apartment, had been like this for two elongated days ( disregarding the initial hours of his isolation, comprising of porcelain knuckles leaving their indentation in chipped drywall and emptied liquor bottles shattering into an amplitude of shards. )

it hurt at first. everything fucking hurt. a pain so excruciating it felt as though his body was deteriorating from the inside out; started out as a diminutive prick, the spark ignited by a match. was entirely to familiarized with aching… if he was meant to feel something—— anything, it was that. agony staining each degraded morsel of flesh. marking it’s territory as if to say i’ve claimed him before happiness had a chance.it was his lasts moments with her he’d realized the ash compiling in his rib cage and smoke tainting the corrupted hollows of his mind. flames had suddenly overtook his veins, ice around his heart fighting to stay in tact as the scorching walls of his body fought against it.

memory replays insistently, as if his brain is sitting somewhere laughing with that malicious smile that was surely stolen straight from the devil himself ; could often find phoenix wearing the exact same one. the 4am darkness, unrelenting city traffic that would certainly disturb the male’s sleep had he ever let himself drift into a state of unconsciousness, and daisy tangled within bed sheets he never paid mind to until they started smelling like her. hadn’t touched a drug in days, ( virtually an all time record for him ! ) yet his mind felt as if it’d just entered a state of euphoria ; or perhaps delirium. sensation was elicited by her, the way shadows of her countenance all morphed perfectly together and the way serenity danced over her motionless figure. 

he knew. perhaps because his breath was suddenly on hiatus as if his lungs decided this was the last visual he needed to see ; or maybe it was when his head emptied itself into the surrounding ambiance, abundance of thoughts that were previously poking and prodding their way to his deterioration gone in an instant. instant in time that was so unperturbed phoenix had debated many times since that day if it was all merely part of his imagination. and then it hit. a collision of emotions that had been buried beneath deadbolts for so long it felt as though he was drowning in that instant. or incinerate, flames overtaking his body until his existence was erased from this earth. the thought was nearly soothing, ( what would daisy do ? would she feel relief ? ) why did she do this to him, an inquire he hadn’t dared to voice allowed but spent each elongated second since he left her pondering. 

it was his turn, the only way he’d been trained to kill pain was to throw it back even harder. wanted to rip her apart until his name, his face was the only thing that she’d see behind shadowy eyelids. he’ll imagine digging his selfish fingertips through her chest, taking, taking, taking … until she’s just as hollow as he is. that’s what love is to phoenix reid, pain & agony & more despair than a human can possible carry around with them. and daisy ? she was the inauspicious bystander that he’ll grasp onto in attempt to pull her into his abyss of destruction. or perhaps she’s the one that will pull him out.

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❝ — ✩ * º  ᴛᴀsᴋ 1 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ.❞

Keeping up with Mia, part 1: @tthwrp

         “My sibling is cool, but we’re completely different”: 

“My sister and me are close but not as close as I’d like us to be. She’s all the way in California while I’m in New York. At times I miss her but I know that we both are busy people. Sometimes when we are around each other we start arguing over stupid things which I hate. I’m very different from her when it comes to sharing my feelings, talking about any problems that I have or just opening up. She has no problem with doing that and she gets mad when I don’t want to tell her things that are wrong with me.”

                       “Before I signed up for this, I was…”: 

“Before I signed up for this, I was working, working, and working.”

                                        “I was living in…”: 

“I was living in a apartment up in Manhattan, New York. The apartment screamed Mia. Everything in it is either white, black, gold or pink.”

                            “I also had a couple of pets…”: 

“I only have one pet which is my little baby. She’s a pug mixed french bulldog and I call her Ginger. ”

                     “My relationship with my family was…”:

 “It was okay. I had my good and bad times with my parents but I thank them for everything they have done for me. I don’t know what I’d do with out them. I could always talk to my mom about boy problems and then I could talk to my dad about school. My dad is super smart. He’s like Einstein.”

             “That’s probably because I’m so afraid of…”: 

“Failing, but I think everybody is. Everybody wants to be successful and be great in life.”  

      “Perhaps it could also be because my last relationship      was…”:

  “Mm, long story short, I dated this guy from my freshman year in high school to my senior year in college. I thought we were going to be the typical high school/college sweethearts but I thought wrong. Maybe the way he acted was my fault but our relationship was very controlling. It even got to the point to where he thought he could put his hands on me. But, I’m not going to go into too much detail. Just know our relationship was too much for me to handle. I was mentally and spirituality broken.”

              “They weren’t for me. My perfect match is…”: 

“My perfect match is someone who can love me for me and not my bank account. Someone who is adventurous and wiling to try new things. A man who is silly but not too silly. The immaturity has to stop somewhere in life. And someone who is overall a nice guy who likes to take walks in the park and allow me to feed them while they rub my butt.”

                                            “Basically…”:

 “Oh my god, Idris Elba. I think he has everything that I want and need in a man.”

                 “They would have to know how to…”:

 “They would have to know how to be understanding. He’d have to at least on the same level with me when it comes to having dreams, goals, and aspirations. He needs to be able to keep up with my career and understand that I’m a busy woman. Also, he has to be tall. Very tall. I think over 6′2 is a good height. Mm, he has to have a great style. I can’t have my man walking around in Adidas sweats everyday while I’m in Fendi. Lastly, he has to have a good personality. I can’t be around a guy whose boring and can’t make me laugh.”

                                  “And they can’t be…”:

 “My number one rule; they can’t be the type of man that thinks the world revolves around them. Cause’ newsflash it doesn’t. They have to have a good hygiene routine like get their hair cut every two weeks and maybe get their fingernails clipped. Dirt under nails is trifling. They can’t be the type of person who doesn’t like to talk about their feelings. Oh, yeah they need to be spirituality connected with God.”

                  “Anyway, I signed up for this because…”:

 “Hmm, I signed up for this because I thought that it would be a learning experience for me. Not only would I get to make bonds with others but I’ll also get to understand myself more.” 

                     “If I win, I would use the money for…”:

 “If I win the money, I’ll put it in a safe or start a program to mentor young girls in high schools throughout the New York area. Gotta’ give back to the community. I was also thinking of donating it to a charity and just saving up for a rainy day..’’ 

                                “I’ll do anything to win”: 

“Hmm, I would have to say that coming into the competition, I’ll have to be very open-minded because I know I’ll have to step out of my comfort zone. But, I don’t really have a plan or strategy to win the competition but as long as I stay true to who I am then I should be fine.”

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How being in a band changes your life

The weird and wonderful realities of a life in music.

This article is not about how being a member of a band somehow elevates you to a god-like status, nor is it about how you’ll never have to work a normal 9-5 job again, or the copious amounts of sex and drugs you expect you’ll be served up every night of the week.

Instead, we’re going to look at the far less glamorous yet infinitely more realistic aspects of life in an aspiring band. It might not sound very rock ‘n’ roll, but it is precisely that – much less throwing TVs out of hotel windows than it is riding around in a beat-up van feeling hungry and tired.

Please note: we’re not trying to put you off. Live music is the gift that keeps on giving, and the highs of being in a band frequently outshine the lows. We just don’t want you to embark on your musical journey without knowing the facts – so here are the most important ones for you and your bandmates to bear in mind.

Evenings (say goodbye to leisure time)

A band needs to practice, according to Kurt Cobain, at least five times a week if the band ever expects to accomplish anything. Then again, he also said “practice makes perfect, but nobody’s perfect, so why practice?”

Somewhere between these two extremes lies the balance you and your bandmates will need to find – and it’s not going to be easy. Just as you treat studying for a master’s degree in your spare time or dedicating yourself to playing for your local hockey team as an unshakable regular commitment, so should you treat practicing for your band as something you just have to make time for. To put it another way, blowing off practice will make your education, team or band suffer.

This of course means that some sacrifices must be made. Enjoy going to the movies on a Friday night? Now it’s band practice. Meet up with your book club on a Wednesday evening? Band practice. Avid gamer? Not any more – unless it’s Guitar Hero or something. Now any spare time you have is going to be consumed by your band duties – most of which will consist of practicing and traveling.

To integrate yourself into your local music scene, you’re also going to have to dedicate time to going to other local bands’ shows, as well as planning your own. Not only is this common courtesy (it may prove difficult to persuade another local band to attend your show if you’re a no-show at theirs), but also a good way of getting recognized as a ‘regular.’

To put it plainly, bands who are seen to be making an effort to support their local scene are generally considered more deserving of support themselves – and if your face is known to the venue owners and promoters, you’re far more likely to come up in conversation when they’re looking for opening acts.

Social Media (get used to it, everywhere, all the time)

Have you ever been chastised for being on your phone too often? Well, whoever said that is going to realize they spoke too soon – now you’ll be glued to that tiny touchscreen 24/7.

Most bands these days use Facebook, as well as social media platforms designed to promote music on sites like Bandcamp, to attract attention for their project – so you’ll be receiving notifications from at least two sources now, and your phone may never be silent again. Unless you put it on silent mode, which we would strongly recommend doing sometimes.

To share the workload, you’re all going to need to up your social media game. If there are any technophobes in your band, or indeed any members who look down scornfully on the food-selfie-posting public, tell them to get a grip. Facebook may be a towering, omniscient, data collecting, freedom-sapping corporation akin to Sauron’s all-seeing Eye atop Barad-dûr, but, for the time being at least, it’s also one of the most effective advertising tools that your band can use to spread your message and get gigs.

Also consider setting up a band email account — and make sure you all check it regularly — to separate gig inquiries from your personal messages.

Exercise (or get injured)

You may not be the world’s most physical guy or girl, but until you’re rich and famous enough to have your own team of roadies to haul your gear around for you, it’s time to crack open the elbow grease – let’s just hope you’ve got the strength to open the jar. For those of you who don’t drive, this may be a good incentive to learn – you can just about carry around a guitar case and a practice amp, but once you start getting serious, you’ll appreciate some vehicular assistance. A helping hand doesn’t go amiss either – think of the poor drummer lugging around their cymbal stands and whatnot. When all hands are on deck, powerful bonds are forged.

You’ll also need to keep yourself relatively physically fit if you want to remain an active, engaging performer. You don’t want to be four dates into your tour and collapse into a sweaty heap onstage – or, worse still, risk a neck or wrist injury from enjoying the guitar too much. Again, spare a thought for your drummer, who’ll have their work cut out in ways non-drummers cannot comprehend. It’s like a 10k run in a 25ºC room.

New Community (and losing friends)

The live music game comes with a ready-made community of musicians, music lovers, gig promoters, venue owners, bar staff, roadies and other colorful characters – all of whom you’re going to be dealing with as part of a band.

If you’re a muso from a small town without much of a music scene, you may have been craving the day when you could strike up an interesting musical conversation with literally anyone in your immediate social circle. Well, as lovely as it may be to have that dream finally realized, you may also find yourself so inundated with music talk that you end up craving the simpler days of TV, video games or just nothing at all.

You’re going to need to find the middle ground between remaining focused on your musical ambitions and maintaining the relationships surrounding it, and taking a step back to regain a sense of yourself and protect your sanity.

This, of course, also means some of your pre-band relationships may start to get neglected, especially if you’re cutting down on non-musical activities. Unfortunately, this is pretty much par for the course – sad, but true. Just trust the fact that those of your friends and family who truly care about you and your ambitions will understand how important this is to you, and trust yourself to catch up with them when you can.

The truest friendships can be picked up where they were left off, even years down the line (though hopefully it won’t be quite that long).

Head Music (a blessing and a curse)

This doesn’t happen to everyone, but if you’re concentrating on perfecting the same set of 10-20 songs week in, week out, chances are you’re going to be bringing your work home with you. Particularly if it’s a newly written song that’s not quite there yet – don’t be surprised if, when you’re tucked up in bed at night, you hear that same verse fading in, begging you to show it how to bridge the gap between it and the chorus.

There are two ways of dealing with this: get up and try to do something about – not necessarily finish the whole song, just enough to feel like you’ve made progress; or train yourself to shut it out, and trust you’ll do something about it once you’ve had a well-earned rest.

There’s something to be said for either approach:

Leap out of bed every time you have the slightest inkling, and you’ll become a slave to it, unable to prioritize your own well-being over your obsession.

Ignore every little ear worm that tries to burrow its way in, and you’ll be left wondering if you let your best ideas escape you.

Allow yourself the odd 2am burst of inspiration, and your health shouldn’t be too affected. Side effect may also include: air guitar-ing, air drumming, and random outbursts of song.

The Public Eye (is judging your every move)

Sooner or later, being in a band means putting yourself out there for others to judge, whether it’s by playing onstage, appearing in videos or having a song played on the radio. Now, unless you ran for class president, or was a prominent figure in the drama society, you may not be used to public scrutiny, and may not know what to expect of it.

In a nutshell, people easily get jealous of the success of others, and this can manifest itself as negative, often unfounded, comments. These are not to be confused with constructive criticism, which is more likely to be given by fellow musicians, venue owners and veteran concert-goers who want you to do well.

Exposing yourself can be scary (what if you make a mistake? What if you get stage fright? What if nobody likes your song?) but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it.

Even if you get a negative reaction after a gig, or get negative comments on a song you post online, all that means is that you’ve not reached your target audience yet. Be true to yourself, and be mindful of your own actions and comments and the implications they may have, and your confidence will start to grow – as will the public’s respect for you.

Sales and Marketing (are not the enemies of creativity)

You may think artistry and commerce have no business existing in the same lifestyle, and while the values are often at odds, they achieve their optimum levels of success when working together. Honest art validates hollow advertising, and smart business acumen helps channel creativity and is necessary to get your work out there.

You’ll be dealing with this on a much smaller scale to begin with, most likely by selling your own merchandise. It’ll be down to you to keep track of your stock, how to reproduce it in as cost-effective a manner as possible, and how to let your budding fanbase know of new stock as well as upcoming gigs, single releases, etc.

It doesn’t have to be overly complicated, and you won’t need an economics degree – in fact, you can find out all you need to know by reading music blogs and chatting to other local bands until you’ve put together a business model that suits you.

Money (What’s money?)

Once you’ve been bitten by the band bug, you can wave goodbye to most of your expendable income. Read any tour diary of an up-and-coming act and you’ll come across tales of eating nothing but beans and sleeping rough in the van just to keep fuel in the tank and strings on the guitars.

Any paycheck you receive from here on in will be divided between buying new equipment, maintaining your old equipment, the rehearsing and recording of your material, advertising your band (which includes the production of merch) and getting yourselves to gigs. There’s always going to be a new effects pedal, microphone or cymbal that you won’t be able to live without from the moment it catches your eye, and there’s always going to be a lead, a stand or a drum stick that gets damaged or breaks.

And, if you’re lucky, you might have enough left at the end to replace your holey trainers and beer-soaked t-shirt. But every last one of these responsibilities and sacrifices will be testament to your dedication, and serve as a reminder to you that you’re doing something that feels far greater than your own personal comfort.

This article was written by our friend Joe from Bands for Hire.

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