#or the one where the sky looked v pretty in the background

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[ The main screen of the stream shows an ominous ghostly green skull hovering above Sacramento City. A berth of destruction could be seen around the California Supreme Court, the only intact building in the area. The roars of monsters and cries of people echo through the thoroughly demolished city. A long wurm-like creature wrapped around the ruins of a skyscraper opens its maw towards the building. Light collects and coalesces into an orb within its mouth - its sweltering heat melts the concrete it's next to. It then swings its head back as if to fire - Only for a lance of neon green to nail the wurm's mouth shut, sending both it and the ruined skyscraper into the ground. The world shakes violently as the orb detonates within the creature's mouth - its light overwhelming the camera. Falling dirt rains from the sky with only a large broad crater to mark the creature's death. Hovering where the creature once stood was a man wearing a green hoodie with a skull similar to the one in the sky. His body glowed with an iridescent green. And in his hand was an ornate spear crackling with neon-colored lightning, the same spear that struck the wurm's mouth shut. With glowing eyes, he gives the remains a final look before zipping out of view in a surge of green. The camera moves to follow.

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Boomer-oh (v): Okay. I can't watch anymore. Watching how many times I should've died might actually give me a heart attack before this whole thing is over. Thank you, mysterious green man / duel monster / whatever.

BanditKLives (v): God. You're in the Sacramento shelter too? Ugh. I know exactly how you feel.

KuriBoom (v): I'm telling you I saw the angel of Los Angeles in person. She has these like light wings and woooosh, smashing up all those dragons with her hammer like it's nothing.

LordofTheNight (v): Wait. You think that's impressive? We got a giant vampire defending the city in San Francisco. At least I'm pretty sure it's a vampire. Can't really tell because he moves so fast, but holy shit he's tall like small-building tall.

LordofTheNight (v): Anyway, fucking vampires fighting dragons. Still feels like I'm still dreaming.

[ A in-line video is posted in chat from LordofTheNight. A military installation with tanks could be seen in the background. An incredibly tall figure - almost a story tall - slams a tanbo underneath an even taller two-headed dinosaur's chin. The force of the blow lifts the creature up into the air. Despite the dinosaur's speedy snaps and slashes, the dinosaur fails to hit its elusive target every single time. And then a flurry of blows from the tanbo strikes the creature so quickly it seemed like they were all performed at the same time. A moment later, the creature collapses with broken body and shattered limbs. The moment it hits the ground, it shatters into shards of light. An enormous fireball strikes down where the humanoid figure just was immediately after, his figure still blurry from the speed which he moved. Briefly, the camera loses track of the speedy figure, only to hear the sound of another draconic roar. The roar is cut short with the sound of something cracking. And immediately in front of the camera, a long Eastern dragon falls onto the earth with a earth-rendering thud. It too shatters into light. On top of a broken skyscraper and under the backdrop of stormy skies, the tall gray vampire is seen in all of his glory, only to turn into a blur once more.

SunnyDay (v): You think that's crazy? I've got a literal skeleton army fighting dragons and lizards outside. And a freaky green-wearing necromancer controlling them all.

LordofTheNight (v): Don't necromancers wear black or something? Like they're all emo or shit?

SunnyDay (v): Well, clearly someone didn't get the memo. Besides I think if you own a skeleton army that can beat up a bunch of dragons, I think you can wear anything you fucking want.

[ An in-line video is posted by SunnyDay. It's clear that the video was taken from the BC Stream chat. A coastline and an air strip are seen. After a quick zoom-in, several skeletons wearing various sets of clothes are charging the dragons along the skyline. Colorful beams of light blast through the dragons attempting to make landfall, putting large holes into the creatures and shattering them into motes of light. The dragons retaliate similarly with fiery blazes and icy projectiles. Meanwhile, the apparent green-clad necromancer engages up close and dispatches several of the hostile monsters in a flurry of colorful red chef's knives. Another human-sized skeleton, tall and lanky and wearing an orange sweater, slams its foot straight into a scaly blue dragon diving face-first at it. The large dragon immediately contorts and flattens like a train slamming into an immovable wall with the sound of crunching bone accompanying it. The broken dragon begins to fall out of the sky before it shatters into motes of light. ]

ExodiaTheForgottenOne (v): Are we absolutely sure that it's not KaibaCorp's SolidVision gone haywire? Cause that whole shattering light thing is like SolidVision's thing.

BlueEyesBlondeDragon (v): For the last time, SolidVision is incapable of being physical like this. You should know better since you've been on the Sketchy stream for so long. And also if we're sharing end-of-the-world stories...

BlueEyesBlondeDragon (v): I was in an airplane that was headed back to Japan, but after all the monsters appeared, we tried to U-turn and fly back to California. Except we had a whole bunch of angry monsters after us. I'm pretty sure we got saved by the angel of Los Angeles.

BlueEyesBlondeDragon (v): One second.

[ An in-line video is posted in chat by BlueEyesBlondeDragon. The video is clearly taken from a phone camera. Quiet panicked murmurs and prayers could be heard. The camera is looking out the airplane window and at the plane's right wing. A large blue winged dragon, one that could be recognized as the Winged Dragon of Duel Monsters fame, is diving straight for the aircraft. Screaming could be heard within the airplane cabin as the plane attempts to futilely veer away from the quickly approaching monster. And then a yellow flash crashed straight into the creature, slamming it straight towards the sea. The figure hovers briefly with its bright wings of light, hammer in a two-handed grip. Surrounded by light and with stalwart frame, the redheaded angel of Los Angeles strikes a prominent figure against the stormy skies. Another approaching dragon dives for her but is suddenly struck down in a brilliant flash. Only when the thunder was heard did people realize that it was lightning that smote the dragon down. By the time the camera recovers from the glare, the angel of Los Angeles is gone. "We're saved!" "Praise the lord!" ]

[mchlgayser]

𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ft jude bellingham

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It was a normal day, another day to go through but somehow becomes very special because of a certain someone.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: That kind of trope I love so much + jude being the best guy he is!! I'm inlove 🤭🤭

You put on different dresses for you to wear. A simple white maxi dress, sleeveless and silky. An elegant red-wine dress, with a square neck, and puff shoulder. But after almost half an hour picking and throwing dresses out, you finally came out with a knees length of khaki-colored V-neck short-sleeve dress.

After that, you put on makeup and did your hair by letting it loose and coiling it a bit. You get your bag and put on your Casio brand watch, the one Jude got for you and him as your first-anniversary gift. Lastly, you put on your eggshell white square-toe heels.

The doorbell chimes and a loud voice of Jude are heard. He was knocking while chanting 'Y/n, Y/n' continuously. You jog over to the door and open it to see... Jude but with his complexion almost covered with a bouquet of Red Tulips. You were awed at the sight of him peeking his head from over the medium-sized bouquet and smiling 'Hey, precious! I got these lovely flowers, especially for you.' He handed you the strong aromatic bouquet and you thank him.

'Let's go!' He held your hand in his bringing you inside his Mercedes Benz and kissing your cheek 'I'm so excited to pamper you today!' You giggle at his exaggerated utterance but speak out nothing more nonetheless. The ride wasn't entirely quiet. The background music play chill songs from your playlist whilst Jude informs you about his practices and upcoming matches. More can you say, the ride was lively and comfortable.

As Jude arrived at the destination, he abruptly stopped the car and helps you get out of it even though you told him not to. The car is later handled by one of the employees as you two strutted inside the elegant-looking mall. Honest to say, this is the first you ever step foot inside the mall and you were not disappointed. The interior and all the branded shops never fail to gawk your eyes forward. You stare at Jude with half-quivering eyes 'Jude, I already don't like where this is going!' He laughs at you so that the corner of his eyes creases.

'It's fine, precious. Let me.' He holds your hand throughout the entire trip and brings you from one store to another.

'Alright, done warming up? Where you wanna go next?' He chuckles once more, seeing you looking around like a lost puppy as you mumble 'I don't know...'

He entered a Gucci shop and stroll around but stop momentarily once he spotted a black organ bag and immediately snatched it before the old lady as she sighed in defeat. He pay for it and left the shop with you 'Let me hold that for you...' He insists on pushing you forward and smiles, muttering 'I got this.'

He drags you around the other shops stopping by Prada and buying you a pair of heels and Dior to buy you a set of unisex perfume. His hands are full of paper bags from all sorts of different trademarks, his head held high as he brought the paper bag back with him and inside his car 'You gotta stop doing that.' You hit his arm playfully and he winces in pretended pain 'Ouch precious, is that your new habit of saying thank you, yeah?'

You blush and kiss the corner of his lip 'Thanks, Judy.' He hums reciprocates the kiss and smirks 'Gladly!'

It was a long ride, the sun setting building an unreal beauty of the dusky sky, the cloudy sky painted with orange and yellow hue colored horizon. This time the ride was utterly quiet but comfortable. Jude hums the song called Just the two of us to which you are glad he didn't sing it out instead or it's gonna turn out pretty bad, just kidding he's a splendid songster.

The ride eventually came to an end and the car stopped atop a hill. He came out first and open the car door for you 'Thank you...' You confess and join him on the wooden barrier around the edge. From above, you two could see the whole city, the skyscraper buildings, and the car fastly passing by. It was calming, even calming that the night sky and the moon accompany you both. The peaceful situation surrounded you two as you sat there without a word exchanging.

'Thanks for today even though I still don't get why you spent so much more than usual for me. Do you secretly ready an occasion for me?' You fool and wiggle your brows.

He laughs contagiously, hands rubbing on both of his thighs 'Nah, nothing special really...' His aura turns wary and cautious making you nervous 'You alright?' He nods still rubbing his thighs for a sort of consolation.

'C'mere' He ordered pulling you back from the edge and onto a bending tree 'Woah, this spot is even beautiful--'

'You can make this our particular spot?' You look at him in pure bewilderment 'You mean it?!' He chuckles, taking your hand in his and stroking the back of your palm, soothingly.

'But I have one more thing to do...' He announced suddenly taking off his hold on you and deeply letting out a sigh 'Okay... Here I go!' He fish something out from the back of his jeans pocket and the sight of a bright velvety box came to your view.

He slowly opens the lid revealing a silver ring decorated with a white oval diamond stone. 'This is not yet a proposed ring but instead a promise ring. A ring I vowed to take care of you. A ring you must carry with you all the time until the day I asked you officially to be my missis. A ring to show how deeply in love I am with you and only you. A ring to dead-tie our bond. A ring... I am custom-made only for you. It's one in a million?' You chuckle through tears at his last sentences before pulling him into a hug. He held you by your waist and your back swaying you in his arms left and right.

'Here... There...!' The ring perfectly fits into your ring finger and you grin 'It's gorgeous, thank you, Judy!' He pulls you into a hug once more and gives your head a chaste kiss.

'I love you, precious.'

[bzedan]

[ID: An digital illustration evocative of the singing flowers in Disney's Alice In Wonderland, with airbrush shaded backgrounds but coloured line cell-shading for the main figure. The flower is a California Poppy with the face of Garfield. In pink tilted letters in the upper left corner is "March" over a turquoise hand-drawn looking font with "2024." End ID.]

Finally got an over-three-hour playlist, bits of spring means ups and downs and sad wet cat feelings along with the manic joy of the days getting longer. I've mentioned this before but every time I hear All Saints' "Love Lasts Forever" part of me thinks it is the theme song to *Highlander*. Bless my brain where there's some pop girl version of *Highlander*. Can you imagine?!

Related media to some of the songs:

The very awesome Cola Boyy died this month at 34, which is not enough years but I'm glad we were given what we did. His disco pop is a joy and his cover of 'To Be Rich Should Be a Crime' is the version that lives in my head. Here's a mini-doc over on Vimeo that came out with that single.

I stumbled across Tele Novella this month and they hit a lot of sound boxes for me. "Eggs in one Basket" has an appropriately weird video. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTB-uwAd0v8)

I'd heard "Pump Up the Volume," of which Colorbox was part (primary part, for this song) before because I'm a person living in the world the years I have, but somehow hadn't encountered "The Moon Is Blue"?! One of those bands for whom things went right then fell apart. Wolfgang Tillmans did an exhibition collecting their work in a "playback room" exhibition.

I remain fond of younger folks reinterpreting the imagery and sound from my high school years and Lauran Hibberd hits that. See 2nd prettiest girl as an example.

Anyway here's a link to March's playlist on Spotify, with the track list below the cut. 

And embedded if you dig that:

'Don't Let the Green Grass Fool You' - Wilson Pickett

'King's Crossing' - Elliott Smith

'Hearts and Flowers' - Jennifer Lopez

'Cloudy Day' - Tones And I

'99 Luftballons' - Stereoact

'Waters of March' - Art Garfunkel

'Pop Goes The World' - Men Without Hats

'Mother Nature' - MGMT

'The Moon Is Blue' - Colourbox

'Ask The Community' - Timber Timbre

'Good Times' - Eric Burdon & the Animals

'So Much (For) Stardust' - Fall Out Boy

'Masquerade - Re-Recorded' - Berlin

'Era Primavera' - Chicano Batman

'wavering grass' - demon gummies

'All Night Long (All Night)' - Lionel Richie

'Love Lasts Forever' - All Saints

'Rhythm Of The Night' - DeBarge

'Only You Can' - Fox

'Can't Get Enough' - Jennifer Lopez

'That Time' - Regina Spektor

'Daniel' - Bat For Lashes

'Calling All Kids' - Arthur Russell

'Talkin' Like You (Two Tall Mountains)' - Connie Converse

'Psychic Vampire' - Tristen

'And When I Die' - Peter, Paul and Mary

'Dancing with Tears in My Eyes' - Ultravox

'Alien Boy' - Oliver Tree

'Baby Blue Sedan' - Modest Mouse

'Bulletproof' - La Roux

'Help I'm Alive' - Metric

'Eggs in one Basket' - Tele Novella

'Perfect (Exceeder)' - David Guetta

'Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Remastered 2012' - The Smashing Pumpkins

'Right Time of Night' - Urban Heat

'Paper Crown' - Tele Novella

'Balloon Man' - Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians

'The Rubberband Man' - The Spinners

'It Won't Be Long' - Tele Novella

'Hurdy Gurdy Man' - Donovan

'Aladdin' - Future Islands

'Beautiful People' - The Books

'Don't Touch My Bikini' - The Halo Benders

'Toy Boy' - MIKA

'Keep It Rolling' - Bloc Party

'Don't You Evah' - Spoon

'Paper Thin Walls' - Modest Mouse

'Peach Sky' - Bat For Lashes

'Heathens' - AURORA

'Dancing Barefoot' - Patti Smith

'To Be Rich Should Be a Crime' - Cola Boyy

'Bugs' - O'Death

'pretty good for a bad day' - Lauran Hibberd

'Synthetica' - Metric

'Hermit the Frog' - MARINA

[discluded]

mile and apo are great at modeling, and I’m sure bible is great at… physics?

lkdfjal;sfdk;jlaf anon I s2g I'm not a Bible anti. I genuinely think he looks good for the most part. It's just where his lack of experience really shows in comparison to two people who have both been professional models for a decade plus. It's not any more of a personal criticism of Bible than me pointing out that Apo is a significantly better photographer than Mile.

Pond's photography is... interesting. Let's put it that way. I'm not sure what's going on with his choice of perspective (as in I don't think he made them). If you saw me continuing to comment on it yesterday, this is what I mean (from these shots of MA photoshopped side by side). It's particularly exposed here because the only thing in the background is the sea/sky line. I just feel...slightly dizzy looking at the photos.

I wouldn't say Pond is a bad photographer, but to me he is mostly just someone who has a fancy camera. Take a look at Apo's shots of Mile in Phuket as a counterpoint.

There is one that is dutch angle but you can tell that is purposeful especially the point at which the sand, sea, and sky meet is a V (specifically >). Mile is also pretty much vertical to the edge of the photo. So you can tell this was taken with intent and actually requires quite a bit of skill in the execution.

Actually, I think this is really something that exposes the photographer-subject relationship even more 🥴🥴🥴 BOC's usual photographer May didn't come with obviously and I think it really shows in Bible's photos especially because she's his girlfriend lol.

She's good at picking out his best angles, and her photos always highlight the intimacy between them, which is probably why Bible often exudes an exceptional sensuality in BOC promo photos. As opposed to these RSFF photos where he looks good, but you can tell he doesn't have the same level of comfort with Pond as he does with his girlfriend (understandably).

(yes, she obviously took this. who else is standing 5 ft behind Bible taking a photo of him shirtless in his bathroom shaving. the most obvious understanding of photog-subject relationship here)

MileApo are able to bridge that gap in the relationship with the Pond-as-photographer because they've professionally worked with many photogs/directors so you just have to know your best angles to get the best shots. In that it's also their job to!

Sorry you got exposed so hard, Bible 🤣 But MileApo's charisma as models truly is something huh.

[lured-into-wonderland]

V is standing next to her, but off to the side and out of view from the mirror she’s looking into. it’s a body mirror, long and tall enough to capture the sight from head to toe. she’s been trying on different kinds of scarves for their outing, gloves and all to match. hooked around the man’s arms are the different fabrics, all varied in length, color and design — it’s important to stay warm. he is just there to lend a hand to Nunnally, providing feedback to each few rotations on her choice in color matching and coordination (he remains quiet for the most part, though, unless she asks for his opinion. fashion is…not his specialty.)

It feels so good to be in a human world. Again. Perhaps Nunnally shouldn’t have forgotten what happened to her not so long ago, but in this very moment, she did. Perhaps the princess should have given more thoughts into the consequences of her being a prisoner of the Underworld, but she wants to forget. Seeing the sky, the sun and the moon, being among humans and their humans' issues make her believe she has escaped her fate, and is back here where she is supposed to be. The only reminder about her recent past (at least for now) is V. Standing next to her. She remembers his powers. She remembers his kindness. She remembers he is the only reason she’s still alive. Perhaps then, she should want him to disappear, too. Perhaps she should want to cut that last link (or the remainder) to who the proud princess has become…

…but she doesn’t…

…Nunnally wants V to stay. To be close to her. But the princess is not sure why. Is it because she feels safe with him? Is it because she knows he’ll protect her from anything and everything? Or perhaps there’s another reason that Nunnally is not ready to reveal even to herself?

She takes another scarf and tries it on. To see how it fits the rest of her outfit. It’s a nice soft wool; it gives her a cosy feeling. But would green go nicely with her fair complexion? So, she quickly chooses a different one; white scarf richly decorated with golden thread…but wouldn’t it make her looking too pale? Nunnally looks at V; he isn’t really helpful. V remains quiet for most of the time, and Nunnally is not sure why. Doesn’t he like anything that is piling up in this room? Doesn’t he like the “new” her? She is suddenly concerned. Does he find her vain?

Nunnally is not truly vain. She might appear so at this very moment, but deep inside she isn’t. V has seen her tainted and humiliated (at least in her own eyes); V has seen the princess in the rags, so now she wants to show him a different self; a different Nunnally. Still not in the royal splendor (does she really want him to see the royal princess?), but definitely a different Nunnally. Though perhaps V prefers her stripped of her royalty. Of her womanhood. Oh, is it that she wants him to see a woman in her?

She is standing there next to V wearing an elegant long dress. The black colour is the background for the seasonal motifs; all the shades of greens, reds, and golds adorn the expensive fabric. She is standing there now confused of why V is not talking to her. She wants him to say something. To calm her emotions down. Again and again. The faint pink creeps on her cheeks as the princess finally speaks: --

“Which one is better? The green? The white? …or perhaps the red one…?” – she adds as she reaches for another scarf. But she knows it is unimportant what she is going to wear. She understands that, although she still wants to look pretty for him. Though if it does make him uncomfortable…: --

“Come on…” – she says as she approaches V and gently takes his arm – “I think I have spent too much time focusing on how I look…” – though I want to look beautiful for you; but that’s not the confession V is going to hear – “We should rather focus on enjoying our…time together…” – suddenly Nunnally realizes she doesn’t know how much time is left for them. What will happen when they back to her kingdom? Where she is to take back her position?

She has dreamt about it when she was locked in that cell. So, why now a hesitation in her heart…?

“Look, V!” – the points outside the window – “The fresh snow!”

“Let’s go out…perhaps we’ll find a mistletoes…” – and end up under it. She doesn't want to think about serious issues. She wants not to be a princess for a bit longer. All she wants is to enjoy these moments...

...with V.

@ofurizen

[crocus-cryptid]

We're on to V1:E2, as listed on roosterteeth's website. I know what the E stands for, but it took me a second to realize it's V for Volume. I watched V1:E1 immediately before this, so it's two plays of the theme song back to back. The theme fucks severely so I'm not complaining.

I realized the airships have fins and it looks a bit like they're swimming in the sky. That's really cool. Holy shit they switch to standing on all fours to land, I love that. A lot of RWBY's design elements function on the rule of cool, I think. Is it practical to have a gun scythe? Do physics really work that way in combat? Probably not, but it kicks major ass so it's fine.

I feel bad for Jaune, that's one hell of a case of motion sickness. Poor dude's vomited at least twice.

I noticed one of the shadow people doing a jaunty little walk on the way into beacon, that made me smile. Oh damn this episode is only six minutes. In later seasons I remember everything being a more consistent length, but I guess the series was still finding its footing here.

It's funny how Ruby animorphs into 2d chibi art. The flat colors and style of it harken back to the sort of thing I used to see being posted on deviantart by younger artists, which gives me a nice warm sense of nostalgia. I remember posting my wonky anime art online once upon a time.

I think it's cute that Ruby's a weapon nerd. That could be a great vehicle to explain more about how weapons work in Remnant. How a character explains world details can tell you just as much about that character as it does about the world.

I kind of love the poorly recorded stock sound effects. It's something that really roots this in that era of youtube animation.

Weiss assuming that Ruby doesn't know what dust is is likely to explain what it is to the audience, but she's also a brat who would figure that most people are beneath her based on this scene alone. Blake just standing there reading a book is interesting- was she reading and walking at the same time? I forgot that she was a bookworm.

You can really see the anime influence in how they animate the characters. Also in how they're designed, but how they move and emote feels very anime.

I wonder about that wiggly clothing effect. Is it supposed to be wind? I've seen it happening indoors. I'm guessing it's not an error since they've consistently kept it in. Is it for emphasis? It's probably wind.

Blake bringing up the unfair labor practices Weiss' family corporation employs comes back later, I know.

I like Jaune's shield, and I thought it was funny that Ruby pointed out how it weighs the same. Even the "uncool" weapons are neat. It's cool that Ruby forged her own weapon, too!

The outro fucks severely too! The chorus reminds me of music from the 70s in some ways, with the strings and the bells. I clicked off to look up the full song. The guitar solo is pretty good, feels kind of Steve Vai to me.

Oh huh, V1:E3 is another six minute chunk titled pt 2 to the last one. I'll just keep going in this post since it's basically one episode. This was uploaded after the ten minute limit on youtube videos based on how V1:E1 was one ~12 minute chunk, so I'm not sure what's up with that.

Jaune going "Where am I supposed to find another nice, quirky girl to talk to?" And there immediately being another character with real details behind him is honestly pretty funny foreshadowing. If they were animating this one piece at a time before uploading, it'd make a lot of sense if they read the comments about Jaune clearly being an actual character and decided to make a gag from it.

The dialogue can be pretty rough. It reminds me of like. What people think Marvel movies sound like. And I don't like marvel movies.

Ruby reads as autistic to me, maybe some other flavor of neurodivergent as well.

Ozpin's glasses remind me of Vash from Trigun's glasses. I wonder if that was intentional or not.

I love Jaune's footy pajamas. The background boys having real detail was probably just to sell the gag but it might be fun to see them again.

Ruby's pajamas remind me of the Dead Tired line of g1 monster high dolls, with the graphic tank top, patterned pajama pants and sleep mask. I doubt she has high heeled slippers, though. She and Frankie Stein would probably get along pretty well.

Ooh it's a different song this outro! My guess is it's to show off the totally awesome soundtrack. If I had music that awesome linked to my project I'd want to show it off too. I should listen to Jeff and Casey Lee William's discography after this.

[thetoxicgamer]

The Witcher 3 Update Adds the Best Mods, New PC Options, and More

While we’ve already gotten a pretty good rundown of The Witcher 3 update that will bring the hit RPG game into the next gen, developer CD Projekt has now provided a full list of patch notes for version 4.0. The updates aren’t limited to graphics – as we’ve seen, the Witcher 3 team has seen fit to add all new features, as well as some of the best Witcher 3 mods, into this release. The Witcher 3 4.0 patch notes detail some of the specific community mods that have been incorporated into this version of the game, including HalkHogan’s HD Reworked Project, which we’ve recommended for years. This edition also includes Denroth’s HD Monster Reworked mod, Immersive Real-time Cutscenes by teiji25, Nitpicker’s Patch by chuckcash, and Terg500’s World Map Fixes. CD Projekt also says it’s incorporated elements of Flash_in_the_flesh’s Full Combat Rebalance 3 mod, tweaking some of the mod’s changes and omitting others. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBT2SP21f3Q Several key characters, including Geralt, Yennefer, Triss, Ciri, and Eredin have gotten textures upscaled to 4K, so they’ll look nice and sharp on any of the best gaming monitors out there. All of the main characters cast high-resolution self-shadows outside cutscenes too, and instances where hair would clip through clothing have been addressed. There are some new environmental updates, including a portentous ‘grey sky’ weather type, new sky textures, enhancements to vegetation and water textures, mesh improvements, better visual effects, and updates to global environment lighting. PC players also will have access to a new ‘Ultra+’ preset, which applies to the number of background characters, shadow quality, grass density, texture quality, visibility range for foliage, terrain quality, water quality, and level of detail. If you’re using one of the best graphics cards, you’ll be able to use DLSS 3 to boost your framerate, too. The next-gen version of The Witcher 3 also features cross-progression, so wherever you are in the game, you’ll be able to pick right back up in this new version, regardless of the platform you played on before. You’ll need to log in to your account to share save information across platforms, and signing up for ‘My Rewards’ includes some in-game items: the Swords of the Nine-Tailed Vixen, the White Tiger of the West armour, a Dol Blathanna armour set, and a Roach card. The new edition also includes a new side quest to pick up in Velen, an alternate look for Dandelion and a Nilfgaardian armour set inspired by Netflix’s Witcher series, Chinese and Korean voiceover, and improvements to Russian voiceover. The full 4.0 patch notes can be found on the official site, and the update will be available December 13 at 4pm PT / 7pm ET and December 14 at midnight GMT / 1 am CET. Read the full article

[noridoorman]

6. Home (Episode 5)

Pretty much everyone agrees that this is the weakest one so far. Say what you want about it being confusing or the jokes not landing, my biggest complaint was that we barely got to see V in this. And considering the ending of episode 6, it feels almost insulting that the backstory episode could have developed V's character yet she was soved aside for N and Uzi. I love the duo but this episode could have been perfect to put her on the spotlight so that the ending of episode 6 could have hit even harder. This episode feels like wasted potentional.

5. Heartbeat (Episode 2)

I thought I'd be biased about this episode considering I started watching around the time Episode 2 released yet compared to all the other episodes, it kinda falls flat for me. Of course there are still many iconic jokes and moments there (Khan hugging Uzi being my highlight) but if I had to choose which Episode I'd rewatch, this one falls at the bottom of the list. Stil amazing episode though.

4. Pilot (Episode 1)

I swear to god, cause I'm German Youtube assumes I wanna watch the German dub of Murder Drones and automatically changes to that. No insult to the dubbers because they're amazing but calling murder drones dark angels is so weird to me.

Anyway, this obviously doesn't influence my opinion of the episode. The animation and character models are not as polished as in the future episodes but fuck it, it's still such a pleasure to watch. The jokes obviously don't hit as hard but the soundtrack in this slaps so fucking much that it elevates it a fuckton. Whispers In The Sky is my favorite along with the scene where Uzi walks around the surface, getting scared due to the corpse spire. And the scene where Khan shuts the door on Uzi was so good too.

3. Cabin Fever (Episode 4)

I would have loved if they made it a bit more clear how long the timeskip was between Episode 3 and this. Cause Uzi being able to handle her powers feels like it comes out of nowhere. Also, I feel like the jokes could have been a bit better, like that one scene where Rebecca describes how Uzi looked like to the other teenagers. It would have been funnier if Rebecca was being serious about it, saying it was Uzi while everyone else was confused on who she's talking about.

But? The episode still rocks, in my opinion. Uzi's mental breakdown was handled so well and Elsie Lovelock's perfomance is nothing short of incredible. N standing up for himself with the banger music in the background was also such a cool scene I replayed so often.

And of course, them falling from the sky with the infamous Nuzi song (and I refuse to call it anything else but that). Come on, even if you don't ship it, it was still a huge moment for our two main characters. It clearly shows how Uzi and N positvely influence each other, from N learning to stand up for himself and Uzi learning to open up about her issues.

2. Dead End (Episode 6)

Ya'll are going to hate me for this, but...

This Episode would have been my number 1 if it weren't for how Episode 5 was handled.

As a stand-alone, the episode was great. But I want the episodes to be ranked too with how well they connect to the other ones and this one unfortuenly has Home to deal with.

Everything else about it was great minus one thing but I'll get into it later. It raises the stakes perfectly with N having not only to deal with V's death but also the fact that Uzi might die too. And my god, the fact that they held hands and were cute to each other wasn't to give us any fanservice but rather to make the inevitable emotional moment hurt even more. With N realizing that he's falling for Uzi, it becomes even scarier knowing that she might have to die at some point. And Tessa was a treat to watch!

However, I would have loved if V got some more moments too before she died. Like maybe her looking at both N and Uzi interacting with a small smile or anything do develope her furhter. I love her and her death killed me emotionally too but it could have had such a great impact if she had more screen-time and more scenes to shine.

Also, the animation in this one is so good, like what?

The Promening (Episode 3)

What can I say? I've rewatched it so many times before. The music is amazing, the build up to the prom is amazing, the action, the romance, the stakes, the jokes, EVERYTHINK about this is amazing to me and peak Murder Drones. Disagree if you want, I love this episode with all of my heart.

can you guys reblog and put in the tags your episode rankings from best to least favorite i think that would be fun

[princess-havok]

Davey & Jade - Mourning in Amerika tour - Toronto, ON

[whatsnewalycat]

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 12: Sleep

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Tags / CW: swearing, cheating/infidelity, smoking, alcohol use, smut, oral sex (V), PIV sex, daddyyyy, dirty talk, lotta lotta fluff, nightmares, rape and murder mention (canon), PTSD, making shit up about Javi’s background, recounting a suicide attempt (towards the end- I marked around where it starts by bolding a line of text that says "You do?" just in case you wanna skip over that)

Chapter Summary: Our heroes have a sleepover (part two)

Notes: Chapter title from "Sleep" by my fave band My Chemical Romance. Early because fuck it idk. Small note: If you notice that I miss a tag/CW/TW, feel free to let me know so I can add it. I know suicide attempts are a pretty hard hitting trigger, which is why I'm notating that one specifically. Thank you for reading, I appreciate you! I'll post next chapter on Sunday 8/31!

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Peña Ranch, Laredo, TX June 24, 1998

Dinner with the Peñas was amazing. The barbacoa was fucking delicious, and Javi brought out what he referred to as the good tequila, which was, in fact, very good. While your body attempted to digest the literal fuck ton of food you ate, you sipped tequila and encouraged Chucho to divulge embarrassing stories about Javi while the three of you sat and bullshitted for hours after eating.

Once the sun set, Chucho went to bed. You and Javi sat on the porch, watching a passing thunderstorm miles away. 

The rocking motion you’ve found in the squeaky chair lulls you into a calm. You close your eyes and feel the warm wind graze across your face. There’s a steady roll of thunder growling across the land. You breathe, “I like it out here.”

“Yeah? Do you like the country?”

“I do. It’s peaceful,” you open your eyes and look over at him, “Where would you live if you could live anywhere?”

“You first.”

“Somewhere that has seasons. It feels weird when there’s not snow on Christmas. Or autumn leaves in the fall, all the colors. I miss it,” you cock your head to the side.

“Sounds… cold.”

“You get used to it, mostly. When I was little, my grandma would watch me a lot, and I remember during snowstorms she would always make me and my cousins sauerkraut and dumplings or tater tot hotdish-“

“Tater tot hotdish?” he crinkles his nose in judgment, then lights a cigarette.

“Yes! Don’t knock it til ya try it. It’s classic Minnesota. I’ll make it for you sometime,” you glance at him and attempt winking.

It's pretty twitchy and shouldn't be considered a wink, but thankfully he just shakes his head as he smiles , “Deal. Anyway, snowstorms…”

Your eyes light up as you remember what you were saying, “We’d watch movies and eat warm food and not worry about going anywhere, because it’s not like we could get out of the driveway even if we wanted to. It was cozy and… it felt like home, you know? Comfort and warmth, even though there’s a fucking blizzard out the front door.”

“That sounds nice,” he rumbles, watching you with admiration as you bask in the nostalgia of it all.

Something dawns on you, and you can’t swallow the words before they come out, “That’s how I feel when I’m with you.”

He blows a cloud of blue smoke away from you, then swallows hard as he searches your face. You (unsuccessfully) try to stay calm when your heart starts pounding so loud you can hear it, and you swear you feel the impending doom of his rejection, when he replies with a knowing nod, “Like your favorite blanket when you’re a kid. Safety, warmth, comfort.”

A lump forms in your throat and you breathe, “Exactly.”

The two of you look back off into the distance. A soundwave of thunder reaches the porch, rolling from lightening flitting across the sky like a strobe light.

"I like mountains. I'd live somewhere with mountains and seasons," you tell him finally, answering the initial question, "You?"

"I like that answer. I'm stealing it."

"You can't just steal my answer," you scoff.

"It's done. Stolen," he grins at you and shrugs, "I figure if you're there I'll like it."

Your face heats up as you blush and you roll your eyes bashfully at him, "That's very cute so I'll give you a pass on stealing."

His free hand reaches out to you, and you hold it. You sit there for a while, fingers laced, silent except the squeaking of the rocking chairs, and eventually the grind of a cigarette against an ash tray. You look over and observe him, holding your hand contently, thumb rubbing against your palm, rocking, and watching the storm. There’s this feeling in your body that you’re not used to experiencing. You feel… full. Like if the world ended right now you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.

Is this happy?

“Today has been the best day I’ve had in years. Maybe since I came to Texas,” you tell him quietly.

Maybe ever. How fucking sad is that?

He turns his head to you, eyebrows drawn together, fingers pressed against his lips.

"Thank you, Javi."

Your eyes flick down to his mouth, then back up to his dark eyes. His eyebrow quirks suggestively, just barely detectable. You bite your bottom lip and pull him towards you into a kiss. It’s an awkward angle and you’re only able to give him a strained peck before he gets up out of the chair and kneels down between your legs.

His hands cup your face, then he presses his mouth against yours. You feel his tongue skirt along your lip and grant him access with a whimper. The noise sets a fire in him, his movements becoming more ravenous. A hand moves to the nape of your neck and grabs a fistful of hair, tilting your head back and exposing your throat. You pant and moan into the night when he starts lapping and sucking at your neck. It feels divine letting him have his way with you.

As if he can read your mind, when you try to run a hand through his hair, he snatches your wrist and holds it down to your lap firmly. An intoxicating shudder runs down to your pussy, making you whimper.

“Can you do something for me, baby?” he whispers into your ear. You’re so hyper sensitive, just his breath against you, blowing across his saliva coating your neck, sends goosebumps across your skin and you bite back a moan.

“Anything you want,” you whisper, looking into his eyes and nodding frantically.

This was, apparently, the correct answer, as it elicits a groan from Javi, eyes gleaming, before he tells you, “I want both your hands on the top rail of the chair.”

You draw your eyebrows together and bite your bottom lip, then blindly feel around the chair above your head. Once you find it, you hold tight.

“Perfect,” he praises you and lays a wet kiss on your neck, sucks gently. You gasp and quiver in response. He chuckles, running a finger from the column of your throat, down into your cleavage, “You’re fucking perfect.”

The statement flips your stomach upside down, and you want him so fucking bad it hurts. Your skin is aching like you’ve been starved for touch. Panting, you beg him, “Touch me, baby, please please I need it. I need you.”

He lets go of your hair and pulls your tank top up until he can tuck it behind your head, leaving you exposed to the night. He groans as he stuffs your tit in his mouth. Each flick of his tongue against your nipple sets your nerves on fire. A moan rips from your throat, “That’s so good daddy- thank you, holy fuck -”

He responds enthusiastically, moving to the other side and moaning as he engulfs you. He’s drunk with lust; Sucking, licking, nibbling, then moving to the other one and repeating you until you’re a flushed, breathless, whimpering fucking disaster. Your chest is covered in his spit, glistening in the dim glow of the porch light.

“Javi, please pleaseplease, daddy-“ you mewl, thrusting against his chest to get any kind of friction on your pussy, who is begging, crying, for attention.

His lips meet yours for a passionate kiss. You meet his gaze as he pulls back and he looks so fucked , it somehow turns you on even more. You’re sure the feeling is mutual, judging by the way his eyes run over your face, then he immediately starts yanking your shorts off.

Despite your squirming, he stops to admire you after tossing your bottoms to the side, “Wow, look at you,” he breathes, splaying his fingers on the top of your thighs, trailing along your goosebumped flesh up to your hips, “You’re so fucking wet for me,” skims his thumbs on either side of your engorged lips, causing you to moan and buck against him. He inhales sharply, “I need you to do something else for me, cariño.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, I'll do anything for you,” you plead. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you fucking need him. He could ask you to murder someone for him, and you would agree to it right now, anything for him to give your cunt the attention it needs.

“Scoot forward, bring your hands to the armrests, and let me help with your feet.” he tells you firmly. The chair creaks as you adjust and bring your ass to the edge of the seat, then your numb forearms flat against the arm rests. He coos, “Perfect, babygirl,” he adjusts your ankles so they wrap around the chair legs, guiding you in a gentle pedagogical fashion, “Ok now just hold on.”

“Wha-“ you start, only to be cut off by your own moan as his tongue delves in between your lips. You melt into a daze when he starts rocking the chair and you move up and down on his flattened tongue. You can’t even form a coherent thought, babbling fractions of words and moaning. He doesn’t increase or decrease the rhythm and speed he’s rocking, just a maddeningly consistent pace as your clit drags against his tongue.

“Javi I- fuck, I-“ the words evaporate and transform into moans as your heart starts pounding and you feel pleasure mounting inside. As much as you want to grab his hair and grind against him until you cum, he asked you so nicely, and you want to be his good girl. So you take a shuddered breath and whimper, keeping your body as he wants it as his tongue tip toes you right up to the very edge, then hurls you into an orgasm that makes you forget your own fucking name. Ecstasy absorbs you and you’re unable to stop yourself from grabbing two fistfuls of his hair so you can press your convulsing cunt against his now frantic tongue. He devours you, lapping up everything he can as he moans.

In an unparalleled smooth move, you slip off the edge of the chair and land on the floor. You groan, “Ow.”

“Are you ok?” he asks, scooping you up against him protectively. Instead of answering, you pull him against you for a kiss, savoring the taste of you in his mouth, on his skin, in his mustache.

“I love when you taste like me, when you smell like me, it’s like- like you’re mine,” you tell him breathlessly.

“I am- I am yours,” he husks, pulling your sweaty, naked body against him, kissing you until your passion is renewed. Which is all of about 3 second after he utters those words. You tug impatiently at his shirt, trying to unbutton it without moving your mouth from his. When you get it, you pull it off of him and move so he can get his pants off. You turn around so your ass is facing him, leaning against the rocking chair. His fingers dig into your waist as he eases his throbbing cock inside you, which isn’t difficult considering how fucking lubricated you are.

A choked sob rips from you as he occupies every single corner of your pussy, then starts thrusting into you hard and fast. Neither of you can formulate words, just feral panting and moaning. The two of you are vibrating on the same frequency, following your instincts doing what feels right. Fuck it feels so right.

Without breaking his pace, he pulls you up so your back is against his chest, holding you there with one hand while the other moves down to your clit and starts rubbing circles around it. The contact draws a guttural moan from your lips as you push back onto him. His breath starts to sound shaky and his movements get a bit more frenzied. The static under your skin starts to grow and grow, a swell so consuming, you’re unable to make a sound or even breathe until the wave breaks. When it does, your whole body convulses and your knees clamp together. A noise you don’t even recognize as your own flies from your mouth. He sputters out a moan as he works through his own mind-shattering orgasm, filling you with his seed.

Panting, his arms slacken and wrap around your belly, and he pulls you with him as he collapses on the wooden flooring of the porch. You lay there together, heaving and wrecked, brains hazy post-orgasm.

“Wh- how did we end up fucking outside again?” you giggle. He giggles, too. It’s not even funny, but you’re both absolutely delirious.

After recovering, you go inside and get ready for bed, stealing glances at each other as you brush your teeth and go through bedtime routines. In the dark of his bedroom, you crawl in next to Javi, settling with your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you, holding you close. Your fingers write loving words onto his bare skin. You can hear his heart beating underneath your ear, proof that this is real. He kisses your forehead and buries his nose in your hair.

Your eyes have already closed and you’ve started to drift off into the comforting void of sleep when he mumbles, “Goodnight, cariño.”

—

When you wake, it’s still dark. Javi is thrashing around underneath the covers beside you, crying out incoherently. As you roll over to face him, you realize his eyes are closed and he’s having some kind of a nightmare. Small whimpers of no no no leave his lips. You sit up, then give him a few firm pats to his chest, whispering his name.

He doesn’t react, but his head starts shaking back and forth as he mumbles something you can’t understand. You take both hands and shake his shoulders aggressively, then stroke his face with your thumb and call out to him, “Javi, baby, wake up-“

He starts whimpering and mumbling, eyes still closed, so you shake him some more to try coaxing him out of the bad dream, a little louder now, “Javier , I need you to wake up, come on.”

His head starts whipping back and forth as he screams, “No no NO!-“

He’s scaring the shit out of you, so you start lightly slapping his face as you beg him to wake up. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you just want whatever is happening to him in his dream to stop. His eyes snap open, unfocused and disoriented at first, then he registers that you’re hovering over him. He blinks a few times and then pulls you down against him into an embrace.

“Oh thank god,” he gasps. You pull back and look at him, running your fingers through his hair to calm him. There are tears running down his cheeks and he’s trembling, sweating, practically hyperventilating. The state of his composure has completely disintegrated.

You roll onto your back and guide him to nuzzle into your bosom while you embrace him and stroke his hair. He collapses into you and starts sobbing, “We had a daughter… and they took you both,” another sob racks his body, shaking the entire bed, “And they killed you front of me. It was so real.”

The panic in his voice breaks your heart.

We had a daughter

Your head spins. For the first time, you let yourself seriously think about your future with him. It’s a mental block you put in place unconsciously, rerouting your train of thought any time the thought lingered for more than a moment.

But now you let it linger. You imagine living with him, marrying him, having his children. Going to sleep with him every night and waking up next to him every morning. It’s so beautiful, your chest aches. And you imagine if you thought that was being ripped away.

“Oh, baby, that’s so scary,” you croak, trying to hold back tears of your own. As you squeeze him tighter and continue to pet him, he gradually comes back to reality.

Eventually he takes a deep breath, gets out of bed, and leaves the room. He comes back a few minutes later with a full glass of water, offering it to you. A smirk cracks across your lips, amused by his thoughtfulness. You thank him and drink half of it, setting the cup on a side table when you’re done. He sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped and gaze fixed on the floor. You crawl across the mattress to wrap your arms and legs around him from behind, laying your head against his back.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” he tells you as he covers your hand with his.

“Don’t be, it’s fine,” you assure him, planting a kiss on his spine, then ask, “Are you ok?”

He sighs, “Yeah, I think so. It was just… fuck, so real. Like I was there again.”

“In Columbia?”

“Yeah,” he lets go of your hand and moves to lay back down. You adjust yourself accordingly, laying on your side, ushering him under the covers with you. He gets under the blankets and faces you.

There’s a sheen of nightmare sweat on his forehead, his eyes still haunted. He sweeps a piece of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, making eye contact with you, “I was seeing this girl in Columbia. Working girl, if you know what I mean. She was a CI for me, tried to get intel from one of the big players in Escobar’s cartel,” he looks away, “And they figured her out. The things they did to her… I’ll never forgive myself.”

Your eyebrows draw together and you ask in a whisper, “Did they kill her?”

“In a way,” he grabs his pack of cigarettes and an ashtray from the side table, offers a smoke to you, you take it, he lights them, “Can’t say the same for the people that did it to her. They’re all dead, I made sure of it.”

You can’t really formulate any words to adequately respond to this, so you take drags off your cigarette until he continues.

“I saw kids die. Some of them my fault. I- fuck… I held a gun to a kid. It all plays over and over in my head sometimes, I can’t get it to stop. Fucking atrocities,” he runs his hand through his hair, mussing it further, then continues hesitantly, eyes glued to the cherry of his cigarette, “After what happened with Helena especially, I knew that getting attached to people was dangerous. I couldn’t do that to someone I care about again. Put them in harm’s way, you know?“

You nod, recalling the snide comments Dan had made about Javi only having sex with “desperate sluts” and sex workers. It makes sense, you suppose, to not form meaningful connections, when you know they could be used in such an insidious way. You both snuff your cigarettes out in the ashtray, so he moves it back to the side table and rolls over on his side facing you again.

“But in my dream- after I first met you- you came with me back to Columbia because you were pregnant. We got married. We named our daughter Rosemary after my mom-“

“- that’s my grandma’s name.” you interject, unable to stop yourself.

He smiles, making your heart skip several beats, “Really?”

You nod, suppressing your own smile, “Sorry, anyway, continue.”

“After Gilberto was arrested, both of you were kidnapped and held hostage by the Cali cartel. When I found you, they slit both your throats in front of me,” he swallows hard and looks at you with the saddest eyes you’ve ever seen, “It was so fucking real… horrible. Fuck .”

“I’m sorry baby,” you whisper, then rub your thumb against his cheek affectionately. You bite the inside of your cheek, then take a deep breath and say softly, “I know what it’s like to have nightmares like that.”

“You do?”

“The ones that feel so real, from the worst time in your life, and you’re living it again? Yeah,” your hands run absentmindedly across his skin as you talk. His hand rests on your waist as he listens intently. When you meet his gaze, he nods, urging you to continue, so you do, “I’m in my bathroom at my dad’s house. I’m… I’m bleeding out on the floor and he won’t stop screaming at me,” a lump rises in your throat, tears burn behind your eyes, “telling me what a fucking failure I am. How ashamed he is to have me as a daughter,” you sniffle, then clear your throat, “I can’t move because I’m so weak. My brothers and my stepmom are in the bathroom watching, but not saying anything.”

“Why are you bleeding?” he asks hesitantly.

“I- I did it to myself,” you choke out, barely a whisper, and pull your trembling hands back to show him the knotted scar tissue on your wrists where they were sewn back together. He holds one of your wrists in a delicate manner, like it’s something fragile, traces the scar with his fingertips, then presses his lips against it. Like his adoration could heal you.

While most people have seen them and averted their eyes, promptly taken steps back as if your insanity were contagious…heard your story and laughed nervously, then tried change the subject… he looked at the scars, which you’ve always seen as hideous reminders of your mental instability, and… he kissed them. As if to say, your scars are beautiful too, because they’re yours.

“It was back when I was 15. I was in a bad place,” you scoff at yourself, “Obviously. Like, I was so depressed I couldn’t feel… anything. For weeks. I visited my mom the weekend before and she tried fist fighting me when she was shit faced, said really nasty things to me. My dad had been making snide comments about how I was acting depressed for attention. And I just didn’t want to do it anymore, you know?”

He nods solemnly, lacing his fingers with yours. Your face contorts with the nostalgic misery that comes with this memory, and you whisper, “My little brother found me. My stepmom held me together the best she could until the ambulance arrived,” your body rattles as you try to suppress a sob, “I just remember him screaming at me. He fucking lost it. Calling me names. Telling me that if I make it I need to get the fuck out of his house. How fucking disappointing I am.”

You gather the courage to look up at Javier, half expecting him to be uncomfortable at the confession. But his nostrils are flared, lips pursed, frown lines defined.

“He didn’t kick me out when I was released from the psych ward. In fact, he didn’t talk about the incident at all. It’s as if it never happened,” you sniffle again, then frown, “Except, my stepmom and brothers have never looked at me the same way. Interacting with me was an obligation. My stepmom used to be closer to me than either of my birth parents. She could barely look at me afterwards. I think… I think she hates me for making her son see me like that.”

“Because that’s what you want to do when someone is suicidal. Ostracize them,” Javi bites off. It’s kind of endearing how visibly furious he’s getting on your behalf.

“Yeah… yeah it sucked a lot.”

It’s quiet for a while. He looks deep in thought as he studies the way your hands fit together so perfectly. You watch his studious expression, content to sit here forever even if he doesn’t say anything else. You’re not expecting anything. Just enjoying his presence.

“I’m glad you stuck around,” he whispers, face softening as he focuses back in the moment, looking up to meet your eyes, stroking your hair.

You nod in response and the corners of your mouth upturn. You expected to feel much more cagey after peeling back this layer of yourself, but instead it brings you comfort. For once in your life, you honestly say out loud, “I’m glad I did, too.”

He kisses your lips and pulls you into his chest. Safety, warmth, comfort.

It crosses your mind that recently you’ve developed another recurring nightmare. The one where you’re tied up and can’t move. Can’t see anything. Entrenched in darkness when you hear floorboards creak. It happens again, closer. Footsteps? Terror grips your heart. Is it someone or something ? When you try to cry out, a thick wad of fabric muffles your screams. You gag on it and struggle to catch your breath as panic crawls across your chest. The creaking stops. It’s so quiet, the only thing you can hear is your own gasping breath.

You shake the thought out of your head, then wipe your wet face on his comforter. Immediately realizing that might be disgusting, you wince, “Sorry for using your duvet as a tissue.”

He chuckles, “It’s fine,” then more seriously, “Do- do you want to talk about it more?”

The thought makes your stomach churn, and you frown, “No. I’d rather cuddle with you.”

He nods and yawns, then the two of you move around until you settle into big spoon (Javi) and little spoon (you). In the haze of looming sleep, you take a deep breath and think out loud, “I like the name Rosemary.”

“I do, too.”

The closeness of his skin against yours, holding you securely, makes your entire body radiate with ease until you drift back to sleep.

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[dokifluffs]

Pregnant | Osamu, Kenma, Akaashi, Sakusa

Pairings: Osamu X Reader (female), Kenma X Reader (female), Akaashi X Reader (female), and Sakusa X Reader (female)

Genre: fluff!!! Pregnant reader!!

Author’s Note: im having some v domestic vibes and baby fever so might as well share it with you all too! Happy reading~ 

Warning: all post time skip! Pregnancy (duh)

Pregnant | Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Atsumu

Osamu: 

Crickets chirped into the darkness of the clear summer sky, stars twinkling as far as the eye could see as his keys jingled in the door, the cool air conditioning greeting him as he stepped in

The plastic bag of steaming hot onigiris rustled with every step and move he made

You sent him a text asking if he could bring home some onigiris, craving for some especially since you had been home all day while he was at work before he would have to take off on maternal leave when your arriving son would be brought into the world

The kitchen lights were off but the living room lights and tv were still on playing a random house hunting show

He approached your sleeping body, laid on you side with a pillow in between your legs, your arm draped over the side of your belly, the other acting as your pillow  

He set the bag gently on the table and knelt down in the space between the table and the couch right in front of you

“Y/N, honey,” Osamu’s voice was as gentle as a summer evening breeze, the kind that just made anyone feel good as they relaxed on a grassy hill, taking in view of the colorful sky as the sun set in the distance

“I’m home,” he leaned close and pressed a kiss to your forehead

Seeing you after being away all day, it made him wonder what you did at home all day, how bored you must be, how tired you must be

He caressed your cheek, tilting his head to take your sleeping face at a better angle

“Y/N,” his voice was silky and light in a quiet singsong way, almost humming your name while speaking it as he grazed the back of his fingers over your plush, smooth cheek

You reached your hand from your belly to his, a small smile pulling at your lips as you brought in close to your nose and took a deep breath

What he did not expect was you biting into his hand

“Y/N, honey, wake up.,” he laughed as he carefully shook you awake, trying to pull his hand back

It didn’t hurt, more like you were nibbling on him but this was one, if not most, bizarre thing you had done in all of your pregnancy

“‘Samu~ welcome home,” you woke and smiled sleepily, reaching your arms up as he leaned in to meet you halfway

He helped you sit up and opened the bag of onigiris, some new and not even on the menu yet, before you could even ask about them

You sat close, leaning into his side as the two of you ate, the tv on more of a background sound before he turned it off, giving his undivided attention

“This is so good,” you spoke, mouth partially full with one of the new onigiris, your craving being satiated as always provided by your loving husband, Osamu

“Are ya sure?” He asked, a little serious but mostly joking. “It didn’t feel that way when you were chompin’ on me earlier.” He stuck his hand out with the lightest marks made by your teeth moments ago. “Were ya that hungry?” He rubbed your shoulder with his hand, taking another bite of his own onigiri

Your eating came to a cease, laughter coming out as you set your onigiri down in your lap to take Osamu’s hand. “I’m so sorry,” you said totally unbelievable with all the laughter and giggles erupting from you, it could only make Osamu smile himself hearing your laughter

He didn’t even realize how long he had heard it but it felt so good, it felt nostalgic that made him love you even more

“Did it hurt?” You traced your finger over his skin, looking up to him

“Nah, I’m jokin’, eat.” He traded his onirigi to his other hand so he could hand you yours from your lap

It was your craving after all

The two of you ate one after the other, sitting comfortably side by side as if time didn’t exist

It didn’t take long at all before the bag was empty but the two of you stayed put in the living room with both hungers satiated

The room filled with a comfortable silence as as your bodies melted together

Your hand rest over Osamu’s as he rubbed your belly, reality setting in for him, and even you, for the nth time since you announced your pregnancy

This was really happening

You were his wife, you were going to have his child, both your love for each other in a new life

He was going to have you by his side just like this and you were going to have him, just like this

And one day, there will be a tiny pair of feet in between and he couldn’t wait

Kenma: 

Your steps sounded louder and louder as you went down the stairs, feeding the insecurity of your looks now that your belly was swelling bigger as time went on, days and weeks, months passing to your due date to the newest addition of your family with Kenma

A new Kozume brought to the world :)

Time was ticking

The hem of your oversized t-shirt tickled your thighs as you walked waddled toward Kenma in the living room, the wooden floors creaking with every step, it just poked and prodded at your insecurities

You paused right in the middle, the couches a few strides away but you couldn’t move another step

The sight of your body in the tv was the cherry on top- your plumped up body, the clear weight gain, especially your stomach although you were pregnant

But still

You felt so much bigger, you even stayed off of social medias seeing your old pictures and your recent ones families had taken, posting them

The difference was so great, it made your heart race, a chilling panic ghosting through your body, raising goosebumps over your arms

“Y/N?” Kenma’s voice pulled your mind out of the clouded thoughts of your mind. “What’s wrong?” He paused his game, standing to his feet, over to you in his comfortable sweats and kodzuken shirt with a simple white aesthetic that was eye catching but not overbearing

“I’m so much bigger,” you looked to him with glistening eyes, visually upset over your weight gain from pregnancy but it was bound to happen to everyone who got pregnant. “I’m so ugly,” you felt disgusted, your voice cutting off at the end and you wanted to turn away, head back upstairs, and hide under the covers until tomorrow

“I guarantee you that you are not ugly,” he rubbed his finger to the back of your hand on your belly, a little thing he did as he asked “permission” to hold your hand before he took it into his own

“Come with me,” he led you over to the couch he sat at earlier, the gray leather couch

He sat leaning onto the arm rest and some pillows, his legs spread open and patted the open space between

“I won’t fit,” you shook your head, completely sure you were way too wide to fit in between Kenma’s legs

Kenma was very much a stick, pretty thin, not too much taller than you but this just seemed impossible for you, especially since it felt like you were double his weight and width despite it being not true at all

“You will,” he reassured

You hesitated before sitting down, biting back all your thoughts and reasons as to why you should sit somewhere else or you needed to be anywhere else so you didn’t have to feel this way

But Kenma was right

His legs were own both sides of you and he eased your back to his chest

“Wait, Kenma, no-“ you tried to sit up, only to unable to because of your belly

“I’m too heavy.” Heat rushed up to your head, your want, no, need to leave eating you from the inside

“You’re not. Relax with me tonight.” He brought his arms around your body, handing you his personalized switch with animal crossing opened knowing this was one of your favorites

“Just play,” his voice was soothing to your ears, calming your heart

As you ran his character around his island, the more Kenma gave you tips, making light fun of the way you played, your thoughts and fears about your body slowly began to dissipate

With your mind wrapped up in the game, the more you let everything go

He was always able to read others and analyze things well, encased in his shell from a young age of being an introvert

But there was something about you, along with Kuroo and Hinata and others, who were able to coax him out of his shell

You were so wrapped up in the game, you hadn’t even realized Kenma’s hands resting on your belly behind yours holding up the switch, occasionally rubbing it as he let out a gleeful hum with his chin resting on your shoulder, watching you play, pointing out things you may have missed or advice on what you could do to maximize profits

Akaashi: *S/N* = Story Name 

Akaashi’s hand was soft in yours as you excitedly led him up the stairs toward the finally finished nursery

He, along with the help of your father, painted the room a light beige color and when the paint finally dried, brought in all the furniture like the cribs, changing station

All that was left was for you to decorate it as much as you wanted and you absolutely made sure he saw none of it until now

You opened the door revealing a complete nursery, he didn’t know where to look first but most notable was the mobile above the crib- little owls hung and when turned on, they rotated in a circle that made it seem like they were flying

“Push that button,” you stood right beside him, holding his arm, your heart pounding in your chest out of excitement

And that was when he heard it- the lullaby from a music box he had gotten you when he proposed to you a couple years back. And here it was, a tune that you two’s child will be growing up hearing

The sound of the device was so soothing, it made akaashi feel like he was just meeting you last week and getting down on one knee to propose to you yesterday

“It’s our song, Keiji,” you rest your head on his shoulder. “And it’s going to be theirs.” You brought his hand up to your belly as he turned to you, his gaze never leaving you, his eyes trained to your smile as you looked down to your bump and the feel of his touch on you

The way your eyes shimmered when you looked up, the same smile he could never get tired of in his life, it made his heart swell so big in his chest

He leaned his head close and cupped your face, bringing his lips to yours. He had to show his love for you, to thank you for being with him in this life, thanking whoever or whatever brought you to his life

You certainly changed it and he wouldn’t do anything to change that

“What was that for?” You laughed, stealing another small kiss from his lips as he pulled away, his sea green eyes as enchanting as always when he opened them

“The song reminded me how much you truly mean to me, my love.”

It felt like you were in high school/ university all over again- his simple, straight-forward words that were always able to reduce you to a blushing mess

“What should we read them tonight?” Akaashi smiled as he knelt down in front of the little shelf filled with children books, mostly gifts from his and your mother, as you sat back on a small couch adjacent to the crib

“Anything,” you chimed from behind

With that, Akaashi chose S/N and took his seat beside you. You draped your legs over his and rest your head on his arm as he opened the book and began to read the story

It was as clear as you remembered from your own memory, the images and scenes from your own childhood playing so vividly in your mind

Akaash’s voice was so smooth as he read aloud, voicing the character(s) with ease, it naturally made you a bit lethargic yourself hearing this story

Guess bedtime stories still worked even tens of years later

As the story came to an end, as Akaashi read over the happy ending, his story came to a stop as you raised your head, gasping

“What, what is it?” He suddenly set the book to the table beside it as he sat on the edge of couch, turning to you as you stared down to your belly. “Are you hurt?” He began to grow a bit frantic, his panic growing when you didn’t respond

“No, no, no, Keiji, the baby moved,” you looked up to him, your smile slowly spreading on your face, melting away his fears as relief washed over him

“Look feel!” You snatched his hand and placed it on your belly and it was true

The little baby moved inside of your belly, kicking the side of your tummy right into Akaashi’s hands

The doctor suggested to begin doing activities with the baby such as well as movement being something that was going to happen soon

But neither of you thought so soon

You were wide awake at this point as you felt your child move inside, a sensation you’ve never felt before, only seen in videos

“Hi, baby,” you spoke to you belly, a tear escaping from your eye as you looked up to Akaashi, your love for him and the two of you overflowing. “We’re your parents,” your voice quieted down to a mere whisper

The two of you sat astonished watching the little movements that lasted for about a minute, your hands never leaving each other, staying on your belly

This was real, this was your reality, your life with the one you loved so much

And he loved you with every bit of him, he couldn’t imagine what he would do in another life without you

Sakusa: 

It felt like your nausea combined with your cold was going to be the end of you if not the constant kicking from your daughter in your belly at your organs and even your ribs some times

You winced in your seat on the couch, hand over your belly as you took deep breaths through your stuffed nose through pain on top of all the things that was going through your body

Sakusa felt his heart drop beside you, wearing double masks over his face to make extra sure he wouldn’t catch any of your germs from your cold and morning sickness

“Another kick?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded your head, pushing though it. “I feel cold…” you closed your hands around the extended sleeves of the oversize sweater you wore, leaning closer to Sakusa

He tried not to mind this too much but it was like an irritating itch that wouldn’t go away, the fact how you hadn’t showered or anything today yet making it execrable for him

“How about a bath then?” He hesitantly rubbed his hand over your clothed shoulder but got over his lifelong phobia for a second

You were going to be by his side for the rest of his life. He had already seen and touched every bit of your body

You were bearing your guy’s child. This couldn’t go on forever

His touch was so simple, so light, it fed a hunger for him you didn’t realize you had deep inside but at the same time, it took you by surprise

The Sakusa you met years ago wouldn’t even sit or stand, let alone breathe, within two to three feet to anyone and years later, after marriage, and now with the start of a family, he was climbing the obstacle of his fears step by step

He knew, he told you with his own words he was never one to share a loving touch or caring words. He wanted to, god he wanted to so badly to let go of his cares and worries and fears but he couldn’t. It was etched into his skin and body, imprinted for his eyes and mind to constantly see and think about

But he wanted this to change. He wanted to do and say so many things to you to show his love that he deeply felt for you, it moved him and tore him on the inside

“Yes please,” you nodded

Sakusa had you walk in front of him, making sure you didn’t lose your balance going up

He took care of everything, adding soaps to the bath at the perfect heated temperature that would be perfect to soothe you as well as take care of some germs

Steam arose from the bubbly water

The two of you took off your clothes and he was the first to get in, his muscles instantly relaxing with the therapeutic temperature

You followed suit, feeling the subtle creeps of awkwardness

Again to your surprise, Sakusa took hold of your shoulders and carefully leaned you back into his chest with his legs crossed loosely beneath your legs

He brought his arms under the water, his hands looped around your abdomen and found their place on your belly

As soon as his touch was on you, you took in a sharp inhale, jolting in the water that created a little wave among the bubbles floating

“She’s been so active today,” Sakusa commented as he rubbed his hand in a circle on your belly, the other holding your hand as you gripped onto him through the pain

“Mmhm,” you gave a pained hum, eyes shut as you continued to breathe deeply

Sakusa could see the clear pain you were in, all the nausea and emotions that were all pent up in your body, it made guilt prick at his heart as he imagined all the times you probably wanted to reach out to him so he could hold you to help you though this but refrained

He could see your figure so clearly in his mind, reaching out but pulling back

Enough was enough

He pulled his arm from the water with a prominent splash and took off his masks, setting them neatly to the side

“I’m sorry you’re going through all this pain, Y/N.” Sakusa leaned close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, stifling his obsessive phobia internally. “Please never hesitate to reach out to me… I want to be a better husband for you…” He admitted

It felt so good to say this- it felt better than washing his hands or putting on a new mask

“I’ll be better,” he vowed more to himself than you

“Omi, it’s okay but thank you. I won’t.” You rubbed your hand over his forearms under the water, your chills from earlier long gone now  

It was like magic

With Sakusa’a hands rubbing your belly, it was like your daughter sensed this and her kickings finally ceased for the rest of the bath

“She’s not even born yet but she’s already daddy’s girl,” you leaned your head back to his shoulder, smiling tiredly to Sakusa as his lips mirrored yours

“You’re my girl now and forever, though. She’ll just be my little one,” he leaned close and pressed his lips to your forehead

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@/drummerboi: not like literally

@/drummerboi: but I was pretty tired yeah

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[frenchbreads-writing]

This was a quick something that I wrote for my friend’s birthday about our favorite birb boy.

Also do you like the banner??? I made it myself!! I’m v proud of it and I think it looks pretty.

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Tokoyami Fumikage x Male reader

Words: 568

Warning(s): None

Requests: Open

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It was a normal weekend, Tokoyami sat in his room quietly, sipping his tea from a straw, and listening to Dark Shadow ramble.

The sun was still high in the sky but the bird-headed boy’s blackout curtains blocked off all of the sunlight that tried to enter the room.

His candles dimly lit the room and soft music played from his phone. 

Dark Shadow was cut off mid-sentence by a knock at the door and he perked up.

“I’ve got it!”

Dark Shadow crossed the room and opened the door.

“Who is it?”

But he didn’t give whoever was at the door a moment to speak.

“(Y/n)!”

The sound of you grunting and a thump made Fumikage look up from his tea.

The door was wide open and he saw Dark Shadow on top of you hugging you while you were on the ground.

You chuckled and patted the top of his head.

“It’s only been like two hours since the last time I saw you.”

Dark Shadow just hugged you tighter and gave you puppy dog eyes.

“But I missed you.”

You sighed.

“That’s sweet but I’d rather not be lying on the ground in the middle of the hallway if you don’t mind.”

The quirk sighed and let you go.

“Thank you, cutie.”

You scratched under his chin and stood up, walking into the room and let Dark Shadow shut the door behind you.

“Hey, Fumi.”

You walked behind him, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and gave him a one-armed hug.

“Hello, (Y/n) how was your time with our classmates at the mall?”

You released him and walked to his bed.

“It was as chaotic as you’d expect, Kaminari got banned from Hot Topic for a month for trying to climb one of the shelves and breaking it and Kirishima threw up when he tried to out eat Momo at the food court.”

He nodded and took a sip from his tea.

“That sounds about right.”

“Fumi.”

He turned around and saw you sitting in his bed, switch in one hand and beckoning him over with the other.

Fumikage wordlessly stood up, picked up his phone and tea, walked over, and sat between your legs.

You pulled him closer and wrapped yourself around your small boyfriend.

You turned the switch on and opened Animal Crossing, continuing where you left off.

Tokoyami quietly watched and shifted to make himself comfortable against your larger frame.

He offered suggestions when you got stuck on how to build your island.

While Fumikage preferred quiet games, Dark Shadow was the opposite and loved action-packed games and thought games like animal crossing were boring but right now he pressed himself against your back and watched from over your shoulder looking very invested in your gameplay, pointing at the screen when he had something to say.

Moments like these were Fumikage’s favorite.

The three of you sat on Fumikages bed, cuddling, with the animal crossing music softly playing in the background. You casually chatting with Dark Shadow as Fumikage rested against your chest sipping his tea.

He had no responsibilities and he could just relax in his room with his boyfriend and quirk companion.

Taking one final sip of his tea, Fumikage placed his empty cup in his lap and joined the conversation with you and Dark Shadow, offering his opinion on the current project you were stuck on in Animal Crossing.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Puppy Love

Pairing: Jake Jensen/Fem-Reader

Words: 4684

Summary: You and Jake Jensen work together for the first time on a recon mission. You’re the consummate professional, while Jake is basically a man-child with a heart of gold. Will he be able to soften your cold demeanor?

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of violence, SMUT, 18+

A/N: I ended up be a little later than I had planned with this one as I wanted to do some edits since the first draft didn’t seem quite right to me, but here it is, for day 5 of my birthday week. I actually watched “The Losers” for the first time today and I would highly recommend it. It’s a bit on the cheesy side but Jake Jensen really makes it worth it. I’m going to tag @stargazingfangirl18​ and @starlightcrystalline​, as I know they’re fans of Jake’s. Please enjoy!

“What’s he look like again?”

“Golden retriever in human form, blond buzz, goatee, Harry Potter glasses.” Aisha instructed you over your phone. “Probably stuffing his face at the buffet. He’ll have a comm for you. Thanks for stepping in for me at the last minute.”

“Well, you didn’t give me that much of a choice.” You said, no real malice behind it. You did owe her after all. “Found him. Talk to you in a sec.”

She had been right, you found your contact at the buffet, balancing two plates on one forearm and loading them with an obscene amount of h’ors douvres. He didn’t notice you walking up behind him, he was so engrossed in the spread.

“Jensen?”

The man nearly jumped out of his skin, just barely avoiding spilling foie gras on his tux.

“Shit.” He muttered under his breath as he set the plates down on a table and turned back to you. “Y/N? Hi! Call me Jake!” He wiped his hands on his pants leg before offering you one to shake in greeting.

You cocked one eyebrow at him as he gave you a slightly crooked grin and took his hand. “Right, you have a comm for me?”

“Crap, yes, here you go.” He handed the small earpiece and gave you a good look, eyes scanning up and down your body. You were wearing a long sleeve green satin gown. The bodice hugged you tightly down to your hips before flaring into a skirt that had a slit running all the way up your leg. The gown didn’t have a back, showing off the lean muscles moving beneath your skin.

Jensen cleared his throat and took what you thought was supposed to be a nonchalant pose; leaning back on one foot with his arms crossed, one eyebrow lifted in an expression you couldn’t identify. “So,” he said in an artificially deep voice. “Where, uh, where are you from?”

You rolled your eyes and ignored the question as you inserted the comm link into your ear. “Comm test, can you read me, Aisha?”

“I read you, I see you found Jensen.”

“Yeah, where are we heading?”

“Right down to business, I can respect that.” Jensen said, nodding his head as he shuffled his feet and crossed and uncrossed his arms repeatedly, trying to give off an air of confidence and failing miserably.

“There’s a hallway to your left that should lead to the north wing of the property where the entrance to the server room is. Security is pretty lax right now but they’re definitely still there so make sure you don’t look suspicious.”

“Got it.” You turned back to Jensen and put one arm through his, giving him a radiant smile as the two of you started to head down the hall.

“Hahaha, what’s happening?” Jensen laughed nervously at your sudden and extreme change in demeanor.

“Relax, Jensen. We’re just taking a stroll to look at the artwork. Nothing that should concern anyone.”

“Oh, ok. Are you acting right now? You’re really good at it.”

Your smile started to strain. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be a professional? “That’s part of the job.” You grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters before you headed down the hallway. You nodded to Jensen to grab one as well, hoping that if he started drinking, he might stop talking.

You were wrong.

“I always feel so awkward when I have to act on a job, you know? Like, what’s my character’s story? His motivations?” He took a sip of champagne. “Mm, this is good.”

You chugged your glass in one gulp. Maybe if you got a buzz going, the constant chatter wouldn’t bother you as much.

“Wow. That was impressive.”

“Jensen, Y/N is too much of a pro to say so, but you need to shut the fuck up.” Aisha said through your comms, exasperated. You heard laughing from the rest of the team in the background and gave a small smirk.

“Right, sorry. I babble when I’m nervous.” He said, taking another sip of champagne.

You were getting close to the server room now and saw a security guard walking towards you. You pulled Jensen off to the side and stared at a beautiful replica of John William Waterhouse’s ‘The Soul of the Rose’.

“Tell me about this one, sweetie.” You said, your voice sickeningly sweet as you giggled breathlessly and looked at Jensen coquettishly, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“Uhh, this is a painting of… a woman, um, smelling a rose. From…. Sometime in the past?” He said, painfully.

Fortunately, the guard didn’t stop to analyze the absolute stupidity that was coming out of this man’s mouth. He continued past the two of you and you started to head back towards your destination.

“Fascinating analysis, Jensen.” You said dryly.

“Listen, I can’t ad lib. I need time to prepare my lines.”

“How have you survived in this… fuck.” You drew him back sharply before he had a chance to round the corner. There were two guards posted at the door to the server room. “Aisha, we’ve got two bogies right where we need to be. Is there any other way in?”

“Shit, no. Vents are welded shut and the roof is crawling with security, so the sky light isn’t an option.”

You chewed your lips as you weighed the several different scenarios. “Is there a closet or other sort of storage nearby?”

“Yeah, there’s a janitor’s closet right across the hall.”

“Great.” Not trusting your partner to act the part believably, you figured startling him would get him into a convincing state.

You grabbed his ears and pulled his face to yours, kissing him hard. He gave a small yelp into your mouth as you pulled him backwards with you, into the view of the two waiting guards. You separated from him and he gave you a goofy grin trying to kiss you again as you turned away from him, pulling him by his wrist and giggling.

You staggered drunkenly towards the two guards and gave them a sloppy grin. “’Scuse me.“ You slurred at them. Jensen collided into your back clumsily, panting breathlessly. “We’re looking for the bathroom.”

“You need to move out of this area.” One of the guards scowled at you, his hand moving to the gun holstered on his hip.

“How… dare you?” You whined, stepping forward and poking him in the chest. “Do you even know who you’re talking to? Do you know who my daddy is?”

The guard looked past you at Jensen. “Sir, you need to take her out of here.”

“Don’t you talk over me!” You dug your hand in your purse. “I’m calling daddy right now, you are going to be so fired.”

He rolled his eyes and moved to grab your arm when you pulled the syringe out of your purse and plunged it into his neck. He let out a hiss and slumped against the wall. You pulled his gun out of the holster and whipped the other guard across the face with it before he had a chance to reach for his radio.

“Wait, was that not a real kiss?” Jensen asked with a confused look on his face. He stared at the two guards lying on the floor, his brain trying to catch up with everything that just happened.

“Oh my god, Jensen, get your head in the game.” Aisha scolded through the comms.

“Help me get them into the closet.” You hissed at him after you managed to gag and hogtie both of them.

“Right.” You shoved the guards into the tiny storage area and forced the door closed. Jensen moved to the key pad and connected it to his phone, a look of concentration coming over his face as he got to work.

You rolled your neck loosely as you waited and in less than a minute he made a small triumphant noise.

“Jensen comes in in the clutch and the crowd goes wild!” He made a noise like cheers in a stadium and put his hand up to give you a high five.

You opened the door to the server room and headed in, leaving him hanging. You heard him slap his own hand before he followed you. “So serious.” You heard him whisper over the comms. “ ‘Good job Jensen. And by the way that kiss was amazing, let’s do it again.’ “

“We can hear you, idiot.” Aisha said in your ears, her tone dripping with annoyance.

“Oops.”

“Where’s the server we want?” You asked him over your shoulder.

“This way.” He led you down an aisle to your right before arriving at the server you needed, pulling a small tablet out of his tux jacket and connecting it. “This should just take a few minutes.”

“Great.”

“So, um, how do you know Aisha?” he said, trying to fill the silence.

“High school.” You said flatly.

“Oh, really? That long?”

“No.”

“Of course not. She mentioned something about Finland?”

“Yep.”

“So, snowy there, huh?”

“Sure is.”

“Oook.” He felt horribly awkward. He knew he had no game, but dealing with women like you and Aisha really cemented that. He turned his concentration back to the algorithm that was running and started singing Bon Jovi to himself.

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t believe Aisha worked with this man-child. He must be a genius with computers for her to put up with this bullshit. Granted, he filled out that tux real nice; his broad shoulders stretching the back of the jacket in a titillating way before his torso narrowed in an almost perfect V to his hips. The jacket covered it some, but you could tell he had a nice ass under the slacks as well. Maybe she kept him around for the eye candy.

“Wanted, wantehehed, dead or alive! And done!” He finished up, disconnecting from the server and turning to give you another goofy grin.

You smirked at him and started to head back out of the room.

“Was that an almost smile, Y/N?” he said teasingly behind you. “Are you warming up to me?”

“Please stop talking,” You told him half-heartedly, too mentally exhausted to really scold him.

You turned the corner and ran into three armed guards. You all stared at each other for a second before they drew their guns and brought them up to fire.

You shoved Jensen behind the servers and dove after him as bullets started ricocheting everywhere.

“We’re blown, Aisha! We need an exit.”

“Shit, hold them down while I work something out.”

“Got it. You armed, Jensen?” You looked at him as you slipped out of your heels.

“Fuck, no. I was worried a gun would ruin the lines of my tux.”

“That is so fucking stupid.” You hissed. Of course, you hadn’t brought a gun either, but that was because you knew the venue’s security measures would have gone into hyper drive if you had gotten caught with one. You shoved your shoes into Jensen’s arm along with your purse as you pulled out a ceramic blade from under your skirt.

“Where were you keeping that?” Jensen asked you, eyes bulging as he tried to imagine where you could have been storing the giant knife in your skintight dress.

You gave him a grunt as you edged your way between the servers slowly, moving closer to the gunman as they shuffled forward, continuing to fire at the two of you.

You reached the server next to the nearest gunman and shot your arm out to knock the gun out of his hand. You brought a knee up into his diaphragm and plunged your knife in between his shoulders and then his neck, slipping back between the servers as he dropped to the floor.

The other two guards seemed to remember suddenly that they were in a room full of delicate computer equipment and they stowed their weapons, dropping into fight ready stances as they tried to determine where you were.

You shot out like a whip, punching the first guard in the gut then the throat and grabbing him around the waist to tackle him. You used the momentum to carry you forward and delivered a scorpion kick to the other man’s face, making him stagger back into the servers, clutching his nose. The first man wasn’t going down, so you released him and sprung off one leg to push off a server wall and whip the opposite foot around to drive into his face hard, sending him sprawling as you landed on one knee beside him, plunging your knife into his chest.

“Jesus, Jensen what’s happening?” Aisha yelled over the comms.

“Uhh, Y/N is kicking some serious ass.” Jake watched you stand up slowly from the second body, spinning your knife through your fingers as you turned to face your final opponent.

“Well both of you need to get to the skylight ASAP for extraction, Pooch’ll be there with a chopper in exactly one minute.”

“Got it. You get that, Y/N?”

“Yeah, just a second.” You jumped up to grab one of the pipes running along the ceiling and wrapped your thighs around the guard’s neck, squeezing him hard enough to cut off blood and oxygen to his brain. You didn’t notice him draw a knife of his own from a sheath at his thigh.

Jake hissed when he saw and grabbed the gun the first guard had dropped, shooting your opponent three times in his chest before he had a chance to slash across your femoral artery. You landed on your feet as he dropped between your legs.

“Nice shot.” You told Jake, giving him an approving nod as the two of you started to jog to the extraction point.

“Aww, shucks.” Jake groaned internally at that, not wanting to think about how stupid he sounded.

“We’re here.” You told Aisha over the comm.  “How exactly is Pooch getting us out of here? There’s no room on the roof for a chopper.”

“He’s going to drop you a line.”

“Great.” The skylight was purely for show, there was no way to open it. You pushed Jake back and took the gun from him when you heard chopper blades, and shot the glass out of the window.

A rope dropped through the opening immediately and Jake wrapped his right leg and arm through it before holding you to him with his left arm.

“Hi.” He said sheepishly as he looked at you. “Wait, weren’t there guards on the roof?”

You didn’t get a chance to answer as the two of you were lifted into the air as the chopper took off. You heard gunfire and saw muzzle flashes before you were exposed to the open air.

A bullet ripped through the air less than 6 inches from your face and Jake swore. “Don’t drop me.” You told him as you started firing at the guards on the roof, making sure to pick your shots carefully so you didn’t waste any bullets.

Once you were safely out of gun range, someone in the chopper started pulling the two of you up. Jake gave a melodramatic sigh once the two of you were safely inside, laying back against the floor, still holding you to him, before he let out a whoop and sat up quickly, releasing you. He watched you with one of those ridiculous grins on his face as you settled yourself into one of the seats.

“That was exciting!” He said giddily. “Cougar, you should have seen it. Y/N took out three guys with guns with just a knife and, like, her legs.”

You couldn’t help it, that damn smile of his was too infectious. Your lips curled up slightly as he narrated the fight to a disinterested Cougar, leaning you head back against the chopper. The idiot had grown on you.

“And, hoo, when you kicked that one guy in the face, while you were tackling the other guy. Man, that was fucking ace!” He finished up his narration as you landed back at the warehouse.

Clay and Aisha greeted you when you landed. Aisha let out a deep breath once she saw to two of you step out of the chopper, tension leaving her body.

“You two get it done?” Clay asked.

“We sure did, boss! Backdoor is open for us anytime!” Jake said excitedly.

“Perfect, let’s all get some drinks.”

“Glad you’re ok, Y/N.” Aisha said, handing you a shot of tequila when you arrived at the basic bar set up.

“Well, we’re officially even now.” You told her around a grin before tossing back your shot and pouring another.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you for any more favors.” She said through a smile of her own.

“Aw, c’mon, Aisha. The two of us make a pretty killer team! I think she should maybe join our little loser club!” Jensen draped an arm around your shoulder. He had undone his bowtie and the top few buttons of his shirt, exposing a light dusting of dark hair at the top of his chest. He looked down at you and gave you a grin and a wink.

Well, fuck.

You slammed your second shot back, nodded to Aisha, and pulled Jake by his wrist to follow you to one of the side rooms of the warehouse as he gave you a look of confusion.

“Have fun, you two. Don’t break him, Y/N!” You heard Aisha call behind you.

“Um, what are we doing?” Jake asked as you pulled the door to one of the storage rooms closed behind you.

“Stop talking, before I change my mind.” You told him, placing a finger over his lips as you slid his tux jacket off his shoulders.

You stepped into him, your body pressing him into the door as you brought his face to yours for a kiss before he could start babbling again. You teased at his lips with your teeth before running your tongue around the cushion of his bottom lip and he opened himself to you, groaning into your mouth. He kneaded his hands into your hips, pulling you against him close. You felt him starting to harden through his pants and gave him a sigh before you started moving your mouth down his jaw to his neck as you started to unbutton his shirt.

“Shit.” He murmured as you lightly sucked against his pulse point, drawing a soft bruise against his skin as your hands finished their work on his buttons and he shrugged his shirt off. You stepped back to let him remove his undershirt too and gave a moan when his torso was fully exposed, running your fingers over his abs lightly before pressing your palms against the plain of his chest.

“Mmm, who knew you were packing all this under here sweetie.” You murmured before moving your mouth back to his neck before you started slowly traveling south.

“Um, Y/N? Is this just like, a post-mission type thing? Or what?” His voice cracked when your tongue ran over his nipple as you tweaked the other. You kept moving down his abs until you reached the top of his pants and started to undo his belt, kneeling in front of him. “Not that there’s any pressure, or anything, just curio-- mmph.”

You had slipped your panties off as he chattered away and shoved them in his mouth before you went back to undoing his fly.

“Seriously, Jake, you need to shut the fuck up.” You pulled his zipper down finally, and drew his pants and boxers down his legs so they pooled around his ankles.

You gave yourself a little hum as you examined his cock. His swollen head was already leaking pre-cum before you had even touched him. You spat in your hand before wrapping it around his impressive length, giving him a few pumps as you lapped soft kitten licks over his slit. He gave a groan from deep in his chest and leaned his head back against the door, thumping his fist against it at his side.

You took the head of his cock in your mouth and hummed around it, causing him to twitch before you moved him further in and slowly back out, repeating the process to take him a little further into your mouth with each bob of your head.

Jake was using all his concentration to keep from coming 30 seconds into a blowjob like a chump. The tangy taste of your arousal was on his tongue as he bit down on your panties, which wasn’t helping. When you started breathing through your nose and relaxed your throat to swallow around him though, he was lost.

He let out a muffled groan and pressed a hand to the back of your head when he bucked his hips and shot his release down your throat.

You let his softening dick slide out of your mouth as you wiped a small amount of drool from around your mouth with your fingertips. You drew yourself up to your feet and plucked your now saliva soaked panties from his mouth before pulling him in for another kiss.

“Was that good for you, honey?” You asked, giving him a wicked smile as he rested his forehead against yours, panting as he came down from his orgasm.

“Fuck, yeah, that was good.” He said, kissing you again as his big hands pressed into the small of your back before moving their way up to your shoulders.

He slid the shoulders of your gown down your arms slowly and then down your hips once your arms were free. You stepped out of it as it pooled on the ground and he turned you suddenly until he had you pinned against the wall.

Jake took a step back and drank you in. He ran his hand over your hips and up your abdomen until he was cupping your breasts, gently running his thumbs over your nipples until they were raised to sensitive peaks.

“Mmhm, pretty girl.” He murmured as he palmed your breasts, making you gasp. “I’m gonna make you feel good too, baby.”

He removed his glasses and set them on the table behind him before stepping into you and curling his thick fingers over your mound. You bit your lip and moaned as he teased his way between your soft folds, brushing his fingers through the arousal at your entrance as he sank to his knees.

He pushed your lips apart gently, then dragged his tongue over your slit heavily, causing your knees to buckle when he found your clit. He moved one of your legs over his shoulder to keep you from falling as he started licking small circles over the tiny bud.

He shook his head from side to side to press himself deeper into you before sucking gently, making you cry out. His tongue entered your canal and he started to alternate between fucking you with it, and sucking on your clit.

You felt your core tightening as your orgasm built and you ground yourself into Jake’s face, begging him for more. He wrapped his lips around you tightly and sucked hard, and you felt the coil in your belly snap as you screamed his name and your release gushed all over his mouth and chin. You kept grinding against him as you came down and once you had finally finished, he gave you a wicked grin from between your legs before rising back up to kiss you.

You felt your desire stirring again already when you tasted yourself on his tongue and you let out a heavy sigh. He pressed himself into your front and lifted you until you could wrap your legs around his waist. He pressed his face into the hollow of your throat and softly nipped at the skin there. You gave a soft whine and gripped the back of his neck.

“You good with me fucking you against the wall, sweetheart?” He asked against your neck.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” You said breathlessly as he continued nuzzling you softly.

He kept you propped against the wall as he moved a hand between the two of you to line up at your entrance. You felt his tip brush against your folds and let out a sigh, trying to grind yourself into him.

He pulled his head up and gave you one of those grins before lowering you slowly onto his length. You moaned as you stretched over him until he was fully seated in you.

Jake gave a grunt and braced one hand against the wall before he started moving his hips, fucking his cock up into you roughly. His breath was hot against your neck as he panted in time with his thrusts, making you whimper softly in his ear.

“God, sweetheart, you’re so tight. This pussy feels so good.”

He started to pick up the pace then. You screwed your eyes shut and tilted your head back with a low moan, loving the full feeling he was giving you in this position. Jake lifted his head to look at you and watch as you took his cock, your tits bouncing each time he drove up into you. He bent his face down to nuzzle against them and you gasped as he drew his tongue over your nipple.

His cock was hitting your sweet spot each time and the position you were in had him rubbing right against your clit. You could feel yourself building towards an orgasm fast and dug your nails into the muscles of his back.

He felt you starting to flutter and clench around him and picked up the pace, adjusting the hand he had holding you up so your hips tilted just a bit and that small change sent you over the edge.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it!” You cried as every muscle in your body tightened and vibrated while your pleasure released violently. Jake kept his relentless pace up as you rode it out and you sagged against him when you came down.

You felt his hips start to stutter and then his dick was twitching inside of you, his cum filling you up until it was leaking out around his cock.

“Fuck, sorry.” He murmured against your hair as he held you to him. “I meant to pull out.”

You lifted his head up and slowly unwrapped yourself from him, placing your feet on the floor gently and almost collapsing on your shaky legs.

“That’s ok baby.” You said, giving him a reassuring pat on the cheek. You gave him a hungry kiss, painting the inside of his mouth with your tongue before whispering in his ear, “I love feeling your cum leaking out of my cunt.”

He gave a laugh that was on the hysterical side as you started to slip your gown back on. He was sliding into his pants when you turned back to him, and he gave you a sheepish grin. He found your panties as he was drawing his shirt off the ground and tried to hand them to you.

“Oh, sweetie, you keep those.” You told him with a throaty chuckle. “They can be a little souvenir.”

Fuck, that’s hot. He thought to himself as he tucked them into his back pocket.

“So, should we do this again sometime?” He asked awkwardly, not knowing what to say to you now. He definitely wanted to do it again. He wanted to do it a lot. But he was worried this was just a quick fling for you, a release after a stressful mission.

“Aww, puppy.” You pouted playfully at him. “We’ll do it again. Those stupid grins of yours have grown on me. I don’t think I have it in me to break your heart.”

He gave you one of those signature grins now as he pressed himself into your back and nuzzled in your hair. You whipped the door open and held his hand as you led him out to a chorus of whistles and catcalls, and he wore that stupid grin all night.

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[pale-goblin]

Sheep Always Follow.

There had been many times Richie tried to make a move on Eddie. Bumping hands at the movie theatre, sharing food, putting his arm around Eddie’s shoulders as they walked. Of course, Richie had to be in love with the densest person on the planet.

“Richie, you’re like that with everyone,” Eddie mumbled, laying on his back, eyes glued to the clouds in the sky. Richie pulled at the grass with his hands rolling it into little balls before throwing it back into the field. “Sure, I like to cuddle and hug the others but not like you.”

Eddie was quiet for a minute rubbing the big red V Richie replaced the S with. “What are you saying? That you like me?” Eddie snorted. “Yeah, I am.”

“That’s pretty gay of you.”

“What if I am gay?” Richie took a breath, hoping that Eds, of all people, was going to leave him over just liking boys. Eddie’s mother was a big homophobe and sometimes made Richie uncomfortable for hugging Eddie goodbye just because she heard things around Darry about him.

“You know--”

“Don’t go on an aids rant Eds--” Richie took a deep breath, trying not to just take it all back. “I just---I can’t help it, okay? I like you, no, I love you. All the jokes aside, I love you.”

Eddie finally broke eye contact with the sky, looking over at Richie with those big brown eyes before sitting up. “Boys, can’t like boys, Richie.” “I don’t care, Eddie; I really don’t care what other people think or how other people view it. Listen if we were peppermint candy.” “If we were peppermint?” “Shut up, if we were Peppermint, the red and white one; red and white need to come together to make a whole peppermint.” Richie used his hands as he explained, interlocking his fingers while Eddie made that ‘what are you going on about’ face. “I can’t have peppermints; my face swells up.” Eddie rubbed his own cheek just thinking about it. “Eddie, I feel like we’re soulmates. I never wanna be apart.”

Eddie’s lips curled into a smile then a nervous laugh came out. “Rich, if my mom found out, she would never let me over anymore---I” Eddie swallowed hard like he was hiding something.

“Eds--” Eddie leaned into Richie, pulling him into a hug, “Can’t you keep this inside like me until we move away?” Richie slowly hugged him back, holding on to the small body of his friend. Maybe Eddie was just playing dumb and wasn’t as dense as Richie really thought he was. They held onto each other for a while. Not talking or moving, but Richie couldn’t keep it in, not Anymore. It was too much for him to keep lying to the world like he was, that he didn’t love Eds more than just a friend. He wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.

“We can keep it just between us,” Richie mumbled into his friend’s neck. Hoping to god he would agree. “But My mom--” “Fuck your mom; we will stay hidden, not tell anyone.” Eddie nodded in Richie’s arms as the wind picked up and swirled in their hair, chilly and cool to calm their aching fear in their souls. A rebel with a follower. Some things maybe shouldn’t mix because someone always gets hurt.

It had been weeks after IT disappeared, they were fighting him in a war of his own games, and Eddie got this light in him like he wanted to on the world. This crisp glow to himself, even after his mother tried to stop him from seeing the losers club. Eddie still came to Richie in the dead of night, hiding by the lumberjack, holding each other with shushed kisses. Losing themselves in each other just like peppermint.

“Hold,” Eddie pulled away, wheezing at the foot of the statue. Richie helped him grab the light blue inhaler out of Eddie’s fanny pack that Richie loved so much. “You okay?” Richie mumbled, watching the love of his life suck in his lifeline. Nodding over and over as he gasped for another shot of vapours from the inhaler.

“Sorry, I was going too fast” Richie put his hand back onto Eddie’s cheek, rubbing his thumb in circles along his jawline.

“I’m okay, Rich.” Eddie smiled just before pulling him back in for a deep kiss, Eddie might have not been Richie’s first, but he was Eddie’s. It was the first time Eddie took a breath of air he would rather choke on than breathe any other philosophy.

These moments they shared under the moonlit sky was their safe place, a place hidden in the dark shadows of the lumberjack in a quiet small town. Their lips locked in a dance floor of their mouths, something they couldn’t get enough of because their tastes were familiar to each other.

When their lips broke again, Richie knew it was time, “I have to go,” Eddie mumbled, his face turned into a frown, but that rebel light in his eyes stayed.

“Just a bit longer,”

“Rich--” “Please,” “My mom--” “Eddie, Just run away with me.”

Eddie’s mouth fell open. He was at a loss for words. Running away? At 14? His mom would call the police, and Richie would get charged with kidnapping, no doubt. “Richie, you know...I- can’t; we don’t have money.” “I’ve been saving” Richie grabbed Eddie’s soft hands.

“Where would we go?”

“LA, I heard they like the gays.”

“Rich--” “We could take a bus, move in with my aunt; she could enroll us in school and--” “I can’t--” “Eddie, stop, we can! I have a plan that is going to be totally fine. If we leave tomorrow--” “RICHIE” Eddie raised his voice, just like his mother would have at him just because he didn’t listen when he was called. Something he learned from her, he guessed. “We’re too young; I can’t just leave my mom.” Richie didn’t understand; all she did was abuse him and make him feel like total shit all the time. “She makes you sad; her fat ass needs to leave my Eddie alone.”

Eddie was hit in the chest again, that arrow right in between his ribs, “She loves me Rich, You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Right, she doesn’t love you, Eddie.” Richie pulled away, frowning, forming deep lines a child shouldn’t have. “Forget it”

“Richie, stop; we can’t just run away.”

“Yes, we can! I thought you wanted to be with me forever?” Richie hated this feeling that the world needed them to stay in line. Like not, some children before him didn’t run away from abusive homes. He just didn’t understand how it was so easy for Eddie to stay in a house that was falling on his head, crushing all the free will he had.

“I do, Richie, but not like this! I can’t--” “I don’t get it--” “I’m NOT READY RICH.”

Richie put his hands in his pockets, watching that rebel glow in Eddie’s eyes fades to the background. Caving back into his sheep-like eyes, ready to follow the shepherd. Richie was never a follower; he was loud and ‘too much for people. He was the class clown everyone loved to laugh at, not with. But it didn’t bug Richie because he felt like he was burning a trail for broken people just like him. Gay little kids that were not scared to say they were gay. That worn the title ‘fag’ like a badge. He just wanted the love of his life to feel the same and wanted to fight for him in the open.

But Eddie was too scared; Eddie was raised on the back of fear his mother gave him. All little gay kids get AIDS and die. It will kill you like mustard gas if you breathe in the wrong air because Eds was ‘sick.’

“Okay,”

“Rich--don’t go.”

“You said you had to go home,” Richie got up, fighting back the tears in his dumb ass tear ducts. He heard Eddie sobbing as he fucked around with his bike, trying to get on it in a fit of rage. He just wanted Eddie safe with him, safe from his fat ass mother, but he was stuck. Nothing Richie would say could change that. He was a sheep, a follower, someone conditioned to look to one person because they were safe.

Richie finally got on the bike with a groan, “Stop letting her run your life, Eds,” Richie mumbled as he took off on his bike home.

Sometimes when you mix Rebels and Followers, someone always gets hurt.

[ak8shi]

FWB HQ Boys: In which you beat the player at his own game!

warnings: Time skip spoilers, mentions of sex(all characters are 18+), stupid people in love

a/n: I love one(1) libra man!! I love Atsumu’s character and the way he’s developed in hq and I think that this is a very probable way in which he finds love !! thank you all so much for loving the first installment so much <3 I-I went a little overboard with this one but ,, xoxo Chlo

━Miya Atsumu

Let’s start with a little background; I think we can all agree Atsumu is and always has been popular with the ladies

…But that doesn’t necessarily mean the ladies are popular with him LMAO

He’s truly the emotionally unavailable heartbreaker and he built himself quite a reputation without even knowing it

This dude doesn’t even really fuck around with girls, maybe a few meaningless flings his senior year but besides that, he only has eyes for one lady and her name begins with the letter V and ends with ball

LET’S GO

So you’ve known Atsumu for years unfortunately,,, and you surely know about how he treats the girls that approach him with confessions and boxes of chocolates

You don’t approve of it at all, but your family is practically family with the Miya’s and you’ve literally spent every major holiday with them since you can remember

You: Atsumu would it kill you to show some respect towards these women

Atsumu: If she breathes, she’s a thot

….smh… a fucking mess someone please put him in his place

However your mom was always happy that you could be around the twins since you were an only child, and she loved the idea of you having two brothers who would protect you from the evils of college men little did she know,,

You hate to admit it and we hate to see it, but you started to develop a crush on him your freshman year of high school.. you suppose it was because you spent so much time with him and you saw parts of him that a lot of people didn’t get to see I mean you also saw him with his jersey on and off pretty often how could you resist

For example, every Halloween you had a sleep-over tradition where you watched horror films after trick-or-treating and Atsumu was scared SHITLESS every year, I’m talking ripping your favorite blanket off you and burying his face in it to block out the movie, he would threaten you and Osamu about telling people at school about it

Him, a 17 year old teen standing in your doorway at 3:40 am: c-can I sleep on yer floor I LOVE HIM SKAKAKAJSW

You, filming him and sending it to Suna on snap: sure Atsumu <3

You found yourself entranced when he automatically gave you his school cardigan on the walks home from school when it was cold or raining, and completely enraptured by his cute little accent

Atsumu: did ya know yer a fuckin’ idiot bimbo stupid butt crack for not bringin’ yer jacket

Atsumu: yer lucky I’m a gentleman

You: ...

Osamu: god…..

It was naïve to think he would ever reciprocate feelings especially with his entire life being his volleyball career, and you convinced yourself it was a tiny high school crush and eventually you managed to repress it

Too much was on the line; you didn’t want to make both of your families awkward, and you needed to focus on your studies as one of the top students at Inarizaki yes ma’am

Besides you loved him like family right ???

RIGHT ???

The twins are a year older than you, and Atsumu had just signed to play professionally for MSBY!!

You at his official signing: wow, looks like you don’t have to resort to living on the streets after all

Him: yeah ❤️

You kind of forgot about how you felt about him since you weren’t seeing either of the twins consistently anymore with how busy both of you were; you stayed in contact, but nothing really serious

It was weird because you were still in high school while the boys were experiencing college and doing their own thing… you drifted apart honestly and you felt a bit awkward talking to them sometimes, you felt like you were bothering them Atsumu would probably tease you and say that you were

Another year passed and you were heading to college! You are living your best life, meeting new people, and then you got the text from your mom that you were doing Thanksgiving with the Miya’s,, you weren’t sure if that meant you would be seeing both twins but something about the possibility of seeing Atsumu again made something stir in your chest

Fall break hit and you found out both the twins and you were back at home since Atsumu also had a rare break from training and his regular professional season

You were helping Osamu out at his shop, since it was his first time dealing with the overflow of Thanksgiving season as a new business owner

You’re helping close the shop, when you hear the door jingle; you turn to say a polite “sorry we’re closed for the day,” but you’re met with what seems like a new and improved and muscular Atsumu OH NO

He looks amazing and so much older than you remember??? And he’s thinking the same thing about you!!! Like wow she’s changed a lot since she started college, I’ve missed a lot apparently ??

You immediately fall into his arms, inhaling his familiar scent, Osamu rolling his eyes at the two of you and telling you to get lost before he yaks

You leave the shop with Atsumu, inviting him to your house; as you enter, you catch your mom leaving to pick up some last-minute groceries for the Thanksgiving meal

She’s acts way happier to see Atsumu than she acted when you came home LMAO later she doesn’t shut up about how handsome and manly he’s become, but you just pull him away to your room and lock your door behind you

He goes to sit on your flower-patterned comforter from your childhood, newly washed thanks to your mother

Atsumu: so…. what’s up with you..?

You can’t control the churning of your stomach all of a sudden; you can’t remember him ever looking at you this way, like he’s looking at a woman

The feelings come rushing back, and literally all you can think about is kissing him

You lean back on your dresser in front of the bed, and a wave of need to express yourself washes over you,

“Atsumu, I missed you.”

You don’t even know what’s happening until you’re trapped in between Atsumu and the door, his mouth gently pressed against yours, his warm hands caressing your hips

He asks if this is okay, and all you can do is moan back a yes in response

Let’s just say your mom might need to clean your comforter again lmaoo

It’s complicated and you’re both kinda confused after… like no one admitted that they had feelings for the other and its not like either of you can just disappear from the other’s life like a random hook-up

BUT BOTH OF YOU ARE TOO STUPID AND STUBBORN TO REALIZE YOU LIKE EACH OTHER AND WANT A RELATIONSHIP I-

Like he’s literally cuddling you and kissing you and asking you about college in your childhood bedroom naked what

And it ISN’T uncomfortable at all

It feels so right to be in his arms, and you’re in disbelief about what happened??? What even like how have you gone all this time without doing anything honestly

You suddenly hear your dad pull into the garage, and you’re both up and putting your clothes on as fast as possible

It’s embarrassing when you look back on it, how long the hook-ups went on, but this was a common occurrence whenever the two of you were home

It was basically like you were dating and doing long-distance without the label

IT WENT ON FOR ALMOST A YEAR 🤡

Osamu during next year’s Thanksgiving meal: I think we should go around the table and say what we’re thankful for, I’ll go first. I’m thankful that two people at this table are getting laid despite the fact that I’m not 😊

Your parents:

Atsumu, in many ways, is oblivious to what his feelings mean after not really being in any real relationships and blocking out all the girls during high school,

He would find himself texting you after each of his matches, hoping you had watched him and his heart would flutter when you complimented him on his sets

Atsumu on the phone with you: yeah I’m just chillin’ with the boys rn 😏

Sakusa: get the fuck off my bed and get off the phone with your girlfriend so I can sleep

Atsumu: she’s not my girlfr-

Sakusa, talking loud enough for you to hear: I literally don’t care but don’t you have her picture saved as your lockscreen?

He tried to hook-up with someone when he was away playing a tournament in the summer, but it wasn’t the same and it was only good if he imagined it was you

He never did it again and before coming home for Christmas, he called Osamu to finally ask him what to do

Osamu: about time you meathead

Osamu literally spells it out to this man; he has been and is in love with you and he needs to do something about it asap before someone else snatched you away

Atsumu: why didn’t ya just say somethin’ ? Ya know I’m not good at these typa things !

I can’t he’s something else

So it’s Christmas, and he asks if you would want to go see the town square’s Christmas lights with him

Of course you say yes, you’re just really excited to finally see him after so long !!

Atsumu with rosy cheeks ugh spare me

He picks you up and greets you with a kiss to your temple, and he has a little gift baggie with him; he hands it to you to open and you pull out his old school cardigan

“I-I thought maybe you would want it since ya always stole it from me in high school, and since I’m half-way ‘round the world most of the time”

It smells just like him, you thank him with a kiss to his cheek and you tuck it away in your bedroom before leaving hand-in hand to see the colorful lights dazzling in the night sky

You talked to Osamu about your relationship with his brother and you want Atsumu to make a move honestly; you want to be sure he wants this since you’ve literally liked him since high school

You’re not sure what you are expecting, but when Atsumu has you in his arms, your back against his chest and his chin on your shoulder as you watch the Christmas carolers, you don’t expect him to whisper into your ear,

“hey, will ya be my girl?”

You turn around to give him a surprised look, his hand bringing yours to his mouth to plant a soft kiss on your knuckles this is his favorite place to kiss fight me

After getting over your dream-like shock, you say yes and pull him into a kiss

I’m crying he tells you afterwards that you were his girl since the first time he met you, we’ll let him have this one because did he really know until like a week ago? no

Whew, all of your friends and family let out a relieved sigh when they hear the news LMAO

Suna, hearing about Atsumu finally making it official: thank god I was about to start blackmailing him with those Halloween videos