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[strawbearisamu]

crying to sleep with the boys

timeskip! akaashi keiji, bokuto kōtarō, ushijima wakatoshi, miya osamu, suna rintarou x gn! reader

akaashi keiji

you sit outside, enjoying the stars. he’s made you your go-to drink. he listens like you’re the only person in the world, nodding intently, responding intentionally, never invalidates your feelings, never making your problems feel small or dumb. discussions about nothing and everything followed by long stretches of comfortable silence. you love the warmth of his hands so he caresses your crying face with them. you’re nodding to sleep on his shoulder and he guides you to bed where he wishes you goodnight with a peck on the lips.

ushijima wakatoshi

you hold onto his torso, face nuzzled into his chest, he’s unmoving even as you cry. only gently brushing your hair, patting your head. an arm encircled around you, reminding you he’s there, here, for you, grounding you in his presence. no words are necessary as the warmth of his body emanates to you, a comfort shared only through touch. he carries you to bed when he feels your sobs die down, placing a kiss on your forehead before joining you in bed.

bokuto kōtarō

he gets out of the shower to see your crying form under the blankets. he slips in next to you, cautiously probing but stops when you tell him you’re fine. he spoons you with your head facing him, there’s a brief silence before he asks you if you wanna know about his day, you give him a weak nod and he starts rambling on about everything he can think about. you smile, listening to his rambles, slowly being pulled out of your own thoughts, a sweet lullaby, you feel yourself gently cradled into sound sleep. he smiles, caressing your cheeks, kissing away the dried up tears before slowly being lulled to sleep too.

miya osamu

he comes home late to hear you sniffling in the living room, you stop immediately hearing him but he doesn’t miss the red puffy eyes, he appreciates how hard you try to fake a smile but he tells you its okay to cry and embraces you, guiding you to the kitchen, you take a counter seat watching him prepare your favourite. silent tears stream down as he throws in an anecdote or two. he gives you a piggyback to bed and brings the food to you. the both of you sit with your legs stretched at the head of the bed, you in his chest as he brushes your hair out of your face, feeding you through your soft sniffles. you fall asleep in his arms, him readjusting so you’re both fully lying down and he falls asleep too.

suna rintarō

he finds you on the floor next to the bed sobbing. he pulls you up and with your arms wrapped around his neck, he carries you to bed. he plays his sad playlist as the both of you lie in bed. him playing with your hair, kissing your knuckles and gently massaging your scalp as you continue to sniffle into the sleeve of his hoodie. remaining quiet other than the occasional nod and hums of encouragement, as he allows you to pour your heart out.

sol’s comments: short and a little sad this time guys but still self indulgent haha. i’m having a lot of trouble writing fics atm :( but a positive- my internship starts tmr and I hope there’s a cute guy that’ll spark some inspiration, I’m so deprived irl help :”

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[xkuja]

3, 8 32

|| SHIPPING QUESTIONS ||

3. do you have a pet peeve when it comes to shipping?

The ones... where its all smut.

I mean I don't mind writing smut at all, I like to think I write good smut. But it starts to feel a bit off when that's all a shipping partner ever wants to write, every meme they reblop is smut related, and they turn every single thread into smexy times.

That's when it starts to feel like im there for their literary masturbation purposes you know, skeeves me out a bit hahaa.

8. what do you think about self insert x canon ships? would you play any?

Ughhh nooooo. OC's I like. Mary Sues? They're great. But blatant self insertation is just too weird. I'm not here to fulfill someone’s fictive fantasy. Its too personal.

32. Do you have a least favorite memory when it comes to rping a ship?

See above regarding the smut thing... (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)

[yvesdot]

NOPE was great! My spoiler-free review is that it both satisfied and surpassed my expectations for a Peele horror flick, and I think Daniel Kaluuya especially did an incredible job with his acting. His performance was completely different from the one he gave in Get Out and impressive especially because of the amount of subtlety and quiet the role demanded (which is not to say that the rest of the cast wasn't also outstanding). Most of my favorite parts of the film were, predictably, not only not what we got from the sparse marketing but not even anything we could have guessed from it which was wonderful! Jordan Peele really let me think I knew what was going on in this film only to turn it totally on its head, and I had a great time. The colors were vibrant, the camerawork masterful, and I was wholly entertained.

For my fellow weenies: I did use my Horror Movie Blanket but I think I'll be fine sleeping tonight as long as my cat doesn't abandon me. There are light jumpscares (in my opinion), comparable to Us. IMO if you could handle Us you can handle this; it's a true horror film which never has to resort to cheap gags to get you, while not going as far as Hereditary or Midsommar (both of which I'm glad I saw at home, as opposed to Us, which I saw in theatres). Seeing this in a theatre was great; everybody was jumping and laughing and shouting "oh shit!" at the same time. I definitely recommend it!

Going to see NOPE with a Horror Movie Blanket and just wondering whether this is a thing other people do or I am just a weenie/genius.

[readysetgaikokujin]

Good afternoon: I hope you're well. Pardon me for starting in like this, but I've just had a really bad day. I got my new braids touched a lot without permission by adults who know better, have a broken patio door, had two JTEs with no plans at a visit school that I seldomly come to, and straight up clocked a grandma on the head on the bus. Can you send a virtual hug and Senior advice?

First up, virtual hug time!

Next up, don’t even apologize!! I’m here if you need me!! On to advice time!

About hair-touching, your personal space is your personal space. I’ve had to have conversations with some teachers about touching my hair before when it was blonde, but back then I mainly just flinched back with a look of annoyance. But I have also had to report some teachers for putting their fingers in my fucking food before. So while I’ve experienced a spectrum of unwanted touches from adults who know better... it still isn’t quite the same as you getting your braids touched. Therefore, I give you Column A and Column B reaction advice!

COLUMN A: Dem Good Good FeelsLet’s say you’re close to those adults. Let’s say they’re super sweet and you feel warmly towards them. I’d say telling them that your personal space bubble is usually broached by a “may I please see your __” is good, but that you still reserve the right to say no. If they laugh it off, the phrase I’ve started using with a smile is: “I’m not a mascot in a human suit, I am an actual human and my name is Sami, and ___ doesn’t feel good.” I only pulled that out twice... second time while I was drunk. The first reaction was that my teachers went, “No no of course, oh shit. Sorry. We won’t assume you feel ___ anymore”. The second time, all my equally drunk favorites were like “SAMIIII FUCK CALL US BY OUR FIRST NAMES OH NO, WE KNOW YOU’RE PEOPLE! OH GOD WE MESSED UP!!” So use as you will haha.

COLUMN B: Get Shrekt Y’allLet’s say you aren’t close to these teachers and it’s really getting to you. The way to really put a stop to it, but one that might have repercussions later, is to just say “Don’t touch me” and look at them with firmness and do not apologize. That’s the hardest part. No apologies. If they aren’t stopping, if there are no more good feels, if you can’t take it anymore-- please do this. I’ve said this so many times living out here in Japan. I have had teachers say this on behalf of me to other teachers, so it’s even happened at work before. It is a good precedent to put up there-- but like I said, repercussions might be that the ‘good good feels’ of the office are a bit ruffled.

Fuck the good feels sometimes. You need to do what respects the autonomy of your body and your personal boundaries. Set them as you like. Combine these two things as you like. I support you completely.

About the patio door, if it’s squeaky use a spot of coconut oil or even a bit of paraffin wax, if it’s got a hole in a screen go buy a patch at DAISO for the screen, if it’s wonky and screw loose get you a curtain to keep them bugs out! Wish I could handy-man it, but my handiness usually is limited to

1. Google the shit out of it2. pace, while telling myself I don’t need to fix it3. get frustrated because yes I do need it fixed4. fix it poorly5. ????6. profit!!7. Google the shit out of it a second time8. fix it with friendos to help watch me do it so I don’t fuck up as badly the second time9. put it on Instagram to feel validated for better repairs!

About the JTEs who don’t plan for your seldom visits, it can feel so wasteful and I do get that, so I suggest getting their email addresses or their fax numbers. This helped me an INSANE amount with my visit schools. I asked for emails, and when the first two years had teachers refuse, I would have my supervisor fax over a game to them. Even though they never responded, it helped. I would get there a half an hour early too, to plan with those I knew never planned for me. It was annoying, sometimes sad, sometimes frustrating, but patience paid off! They started to come around. I’m lucky that they have this expectation now. Maybe this could be a habit y’all all get into together?

Also, do you have your Magic Bag yet? It’s your bag of complete lessons, binders, dice, cards, fake money, playing pieces, anything you might need for an emergency lesson. I have my Magic Bag whenever I go unplanned to a visit school. If I plan for the lesson ahead of time, I don’t take it. Let me know if you wanna have a post of my Magic Bag to reblop, because at AomOrientation I always used to show it to newbie JETs. It helps!

About the grandma head-conk.... is it bad I laughed? I’m positive you didn’t hurt her, and I’m positive a sweetheart like you apologized to no end. So I think sometimes things like this happen!

Other advice...

When I’m upset by things I can’t handle, helplessness is the only reason I get incredibly defensive and spiteful out of fear of the lack of control, I try to take a minute and do something fun. For me, that’s watching horror Let’s Plays of games I don’t necessarily want to buy but wanna know the story of, or playing some mindless videogames while listening to podcasts, or going for a run, or making my favorite food, or taking a long shower and doing a face mask after. Sometimes it means I make myself cry with a sad movie. Sometimes it means I paint my nails all kinds of colors, or throw everything out from my closet that I don’t wear anymore.

See, my issue is control, right? When I get really down, I do things I can control and it brings me peace. What is the bottom line fear/sadness in your bad feels? Can you do something that brings you the opposite sense? It could help!

But if it’s just general vibes, which is fine too, know this: you can endure a bad grumps day, and it’ll be better in the future. It definitely will be.

Have another hug for good measure!

[strawbearisamu]

eggs and other love stuff // 卵や他の愛のもの [summer collection: vol 1]

timeskip! sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader

genre: fluff

summary: your high school friend/crush moves in next door!

note: first of the summer collection even if it doesn't really have summery vibes bc i said so >:( also i have a slight affinity for naming fics w sakusa food-related

you don't expect to see him here. in this place. at this time.

you soak deeper into the bath, head submerging underwater as you let the warmth of the water engulf you. a slight ringing in your ear, only amplifying the thoughts that fill your head.

you reminisce the time, the early evening sky soaked orange, as you call him into an empty classroom, arms outstretched and in your hands, a letter with your heart poured out, and a bag of cookies you spent all night burning and remaking.

you notice him eyeing the little plaster on your pinky, and you make an effort to draw his attention back to you. "kiyoomi, i've liked you for a long time now..." you pause, his face is unreadable, but at least it hasn't contorted into a scowl. "i just hope you'll accept them."

sakusa does nothing but nod, a satisfactory response, he takes both in one hand and walks away, but not the response you wanted.

you were third years then, with much more important things to worry about, perhaps thats why you still thought about it so often, about him so often, wondering what it meant, what it could've been. you pushed against the sides of the tub, pulling your body out even as the water resisted it, goosebumps rising at the sudden coldness of the air.

you hear the doorbell ring and sigh, wrapping a towel around yourself, you trudge to the door, annoyed.

"it's me." you freeze. "kiyoomi."

"b-be right there, what do you need?" you shout at door, scrambling to your dresser to throw some clothes on.

"i um, i need some eggs," you could almost sense the slight hesitation in his muffled voice.

"alright i'll be a sec!"

you finally open the door, the sudden wind minty on your freshly damp hair, you're met with the same dark eyes that always held your gaze captive, the same mask he had always adorned and hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts- the only notable difference you thought, but it was summer now, he couldn't always wear a jacket.

"eggs right?" you call out leading him into the cramped kitchen area of your tiny studio apartment. you crouch down and open the door to the mini fridge, the cold blue light reflecting in your face as you reach in and pick out a few, "how many do you need?"

"actually...i couldn't get my stove to work, i was wondering if you're okay with me cooking here tonight." he peered down at you still crouching, his face as unreadable as always.

"sure, anything for an old friend." you swore you saw his eyebrow twitch, "but you'll have to make me some too," you said cheerily.

he rolled his eyes in feigned ignorance, smiling under the comfort of his mask, "we'll be having tamagoyaki," he paused as he plopped a heavy bag of something on your counter, "and mackerel."

"gasp kiyoomi, you know i never eat fish," you pout.

his arms crossed, "it's good for you, and you'll like the way i make it," because i've made this recipe a hundred times pretending it was for you, he thought, smiling again before playfully calling you over, "don't think you're getting off little brat, whip the eggs."

and just like that you guys fell into an easy rhythm as if you were never apart.

that was 3 months ago, your little late dinner rendevous became a daily occurence, and soon enough,

 in your balcony that was definitely too small for even two standing people, orange rays illuminating his curls, his face bathed in that sunset glow, he handed you his letter which contents' held his whole heart, and cookies he spent all night making, you eyed the small plaster on his pinky and raised a brow. "just to show you i remember," he explained, you smile, "y/n i've liked you for a long time now, i just hope you'll accept me."

"do you wanna know a secret?" omi whispered as you peered up at him, tucked under some blankets, cuddled in each other's embrace, the muted voices of some tv show filling the backdrop of your attention.

"sure omi."

"i had eggs that day, 2 full trays too," he looks straight into your eyes, no sense of guilt in his voice.

"you..." you pout.

"my stove was perfectly fine, perfect even. just needed a reason to see you again, you were always on my mind...plagued every part of me y/n."

"are you calling me a virus?" you pouted again this time he brushed his thumb over your chin, soon both hands caressing your cheeks as he took your lips in his, a long stretch of silence followed, only the soft sounds of some audience laughter and the two of you. you push against his chest a little, pulling away, once again finding yourself lost in the stars of his eyes, "and it never felt like home without you omi."

"but also you owe me a bunch of eggs."

he laughs kissing your nose and pinching your cheek, "and i'll spend the rest of my life paying you back."

sol’s comments: tonight was so nice and chill u guys, i swear i was in the flow for a solid 4 hours just getting stuff done <3 also i'm taking requests now but i'll probably put up the rules tmr since it's getting late :> hope yall have a great day or night or whatever besties 🥴💗

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[kainablue]

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LECTURE ME - Heavy Rain (part 2)

Woohoo! A lot faster update this time, yay me! 

You missed the previous parts? No worries, you can read them as stand-alones.

Chain Reaction

Distracted

A Quick Smoke

Into the Wild (@cawolters FFF prompt)

Heavy Rain (part 1) 

This part is 18+ S*M*U*T through and through. Enjoy 🍷

Keep reading

[strawbearisamu]

cooking disasters 

❀ timeskip! miya osamu, suna rintarō, kita shinsuke, x gn! reader

Hi babes! Can I request one where Osamu, Suna and Kita have a s/o who loves, loves eating but can't cook to save her life? Can't wait for your magnificent hands (mind?) to 'cook' (hehe) smth up <33333

note: requested by @notsochillnerd — here! this was a little rushed but i hope you like it!! <3

miya osamu

samu remembers it all, the smoke, the fire, you. his precious kitchen set ablaze. atsumu was convinced for a while that you were sent by some menace of an organisation to deprive him of onigiri and jeopardise the mbsy black jackals. of course he was only met with samu’s eye roll.

“samu, please,” you begged, voice slightly muffled, arms wrapped around your boyfriend’s waist, face smushed into his chest.

“babe... we’ve been through this, can’t have ya tryna to commit arson at onigiri miya again alright?” grey eyes meeting yours as he reached down, cupping your face.

“you’re so dramatic, i was only trying to reheat them for you, i didn’t know the microwave was capable of that...” you grumbled, pouting. “please?” and since his resolve was practically non-existent when it came to you, he only sighed and nodded.

cooking with you was an….experience. you always seemed to know how to induce the greatest amount of stress and panic in the shortest amount of time, leaving you alone for two seconds meant taking 10 years off of his life. and every time samu looked back to check up on you, he would count one less onigiri.

“samu, why does yours look so different? they were made using the same ingredients….” you whined, “teach me again?” you asked a little too eagerly. “here,” he chuckled, caging you against the counter, arms on either side, his breath tickling your hair a little, his calloused palms on your hands contrasted with his gentle touch as he guided your hands in his, molding the onigiri.

samu only stares at you with a knowing smirk as you scarf down the food-he- you guys made, the purest look of joy on your face as you devoured each bite.

“that good huh?” he asked and you nodded furiously in response. he chuckles squishing your cheeks in his palms, “hold still,” he said, kissing the stray piece of rice off your nose as your eyes widened a little before pouting, your index gesturing at your lips as though saying “here too.” and he happily obliges, smiling as he reaches in for a soft kiss.

suna rintarō

suna had actually been duped by you because you told him you loved food and you had a huge "passion" for cooking, so naturally he assumed you would be good at cooking. the first time he tried your food, bless him, he almost broke up with you because he literally thought you were trying to poison him.

he comes home to hear the clanging of pans and pots in the kitchen and almost instantly whips out his phone to order takeout. just in case you don’t make enough of course <3.

although a few hours later it’s you who’s devouring all of the takeout. shrinking a little under his gaze,, timidly reaching over for more.

“just take it all,” he sighed, pushing the takeout box towards you. “really?” your eyes lighting up as he nodded in response.

his green eyes are trained on you as practically inhale everything, he doesn’t even notice himself smiling along with you as you beamed in utter delight. finally letting a satisfied burp, “oh i’m stuffed,” you huffed only now noticing his green eyes that continued boring into yours, you let out an innocent, “what?”

“you’re so spoiled,” he said, pinching your cheek, “stop grinning like that, it's not a compliment, yn,” he frowned.

“close your eyes,” he ordered. “why?” “just do it,” and suna gets real close, his face inches away from yours, as you kept your eyes shut, swallowing in anticipation., “what are you doing babe? it’s done,” he says smirking at you as he wiped away the little spots of sauce that landed on your eyelids

“you’re so mean rin,” you said glaring at him. “i don’t know what you mean,” he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulled you towards him, stealing a few kisses, “happy now?”

kita shinsuke

this man is so patient. he smiles through it all. somehow convincing himself your food is not all inedible, giving you weak nods as you look at him with expectant eyes.

kita loves you more than anything in the world, but you have to understand, a part of him dies when he sees the unspeakable things you do to the precious rice he so painstakingly cultivated, grown and harvested.

and that’s why kita elected to spend one of the very few rest days he got teaching you how to prepare rice and rice dishes.

“shin, does this go here?” you asked as he placed a calloused palm on your forearm, his warmth guiding you towards the pot. your cooking session goes surprisingly smooth with you only burning one dish.

when it’s time to eat he gives you all the bigger pieces, eating alongside you, watching intently as the look of pure joy on your face blossoms with every bite. mr. rice even carries you back to bed after you get knocked out from your food coma.

sol’s comments ❀ — omg kita’s is so short sry cuties, it was getting repetitive T.T also sorry for the long break, i just couldn't write anything good :(( used to cry about it but now i just take a break so at least there’s progress hehe. im a big girl now HAGHS 🥴 <33

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[millennium-puzzle]

Arc-V's Joey is sweet as fuck, reblop if you want Gong bear-hugging you too

The guys are actually STUDING MATH WHAT SORCERY IS THIS??????

Wait there is a fucking Utena reference in the opening???

Zuzu being the only girl to NOT wear the school jacket? Thot behavior

But also that white/red/golden jacket looks really amazing so ://///// (also 4kids made her skirt much longer which is already hilarious by itself but also deserves a rare "censorship is giod actually" bc she is 14)

SYLVIO'S NAME IS LEFT AS SHINGO DESPITE EVERYONE ELSE FOLLOWING 4KIDS NAMES I'M

Berlusconi die challenge

So i guess i should call Shingo?

Oh well Shingo's master plan to defeat Yuya is just aggressively flirting with him and then getting his butt kicked kicking his butt, i can see he follows the ancient rules left by Joey and YB

Kaiba fangirlies wished he was half-gay as Shingo is when hurting his rival

I love Yuya's cool big brother energy, i stan characters that make children feel save and protected while also being an inspiration for them

Shingo has his own girl (boy?) posse, uhhh Mean Girls x Arc-v crossover when??

*sees a serpernt getting run over by balls* this is nothing like Duel Links

This may seems really bad but like all this is supposed to be an illusion, i mean they are in a plain, empty room, what the fuck is happening here

Yuya feeling hopeless: i wish my dad was here to give me awful life advices

Itdkydkydkg there... untapped meme potential in this scene

Shingo looks abt to cry lmao

Well deserved tho 💅

Watching another ep because while Sylvio did appeared in it

it was just in the very last minute and i'm still lke "i want to see my boy"