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[graciereadshannigram]

sometimes self-care is making sure you're drinking water, moving your body, feeling your feelings, etc.

and sometimes self-care is writing mindless smut as a distraction.

balance.

Rating: E Tags: Hannibal/Will, exhibitionism, bathroom sex, bottom Will, top Hannibal, PWP, POV Will Graham Summary: Hannibal fucks Will in the bathroom during one of his dinner parties and they both get to indulge their exhibitionist streak.

anyway, if this makes even one person feel better in the wake of US election results, i'll feel good about it.

sending all of y'all love and hugs today <3

[kurosaaki]

HAVE A TASTE, BABY — ARMIN ARLERT.

SUMMARY: armin takes care of his baby by fingering the stress out of her.

TW (+16): SMUT—fingering, overstimulation, LOTS of praising, use of vibrator, multi-orgasms.

WORD COUNT: 1.9K

A/N: this was definetely not based on what i wanted armin to do to me while i was doing my finals…or was it?

@oblxvion thx bb for convincing me to do this fic w armin<3

"Love?" his voice echoed in the room you were now, your shared room, "What are you doing awake? It's almost 3AM"

Your eyes went straight to his figure. Your blond boyfriend was leaning against the door frame, with just his grey sweatpants on. His hair was tousled, his eyes were sleepy, his cheeks were pink—and you could see and sense his concern for you and why you were awake at that time of the night. Yes, he was also awake, but you couldn't blame him: it was one of those nights where he just binge-read his current novel and he wouldn't stop until he finished it.

Unlike you.

Stress is not even a word to describe how you felt. You wouldn't be surprised if the thing running through your veins was now caffeine instead of blood. Your body was tired, you felt like you could sleep for 12 years if you went to bed at that moment. Your eyebags were terrible and your hair was a mess. Everything was a mess, and nothing could be worse for you right now.

You glanced at your boyfriend once again. He was still looking at you, searching for an answer that he didn't need anyways, because he was aware of what was going on through your head because of your busy schedule. Hell, you two didn't even had some time to enjoy yourselves since you started being that busy. Even if he was craving you, even if he wanted to pick your body up and throw you to the bed countless of times before this, he couldn't do it—you needed to rest.

But Armin decided that today was different.

"Let me take care of you just for once, my love" he whispered carefully against your ear, massaging your tensed shoulders, immediatly sending chills to your whole body.

"Armin..." you whispered, it sounded like a silent prayer for him to continue. You rolled your eyes back as his hands moved from your shoulders, to your arms, leaving a few kisses here and there, making you laugh shyly.

"Been weeks since I heard that wonderful sound" he smiled, hiding his face on the crook of your neck, ruffling his hair against it, "Will you let me take care of you tonight, hm?"

You quickly nodded. Oh, how you longed to be his right now. If it were up to you and your desires, you'd have him right there on the chair you were sitting. Hell, you'd even have him right at the table occupied by plenty of documents in front of you. Screw the bed.

Armin, on the other hand, was now the busy one. He made sure to leave a few marks on your neck, biting and kissing the flesh of your shoulders and the back of your neck. He always enjoyed that intimacy he had with you, and he also missed it like crazy. Reading erotic books was not enough. Relieving his hardness with your photos was not enough. Yes, he wanted to respect your space and he will always do it, but he's a man with needs. He was going insane for you—and you were going insane for him right now. Call that payback.

"Come to the bed, baby"

He stopped his kisses and extended his hand to you, making you get up from that damned chair after hours. He sat on the edge of the bed, making you raise an eyebrow at his move. He smirked—Oh, you had no idea of what he was going to do to you and your body.

"Take your shirt off for me" he demanded, and you obeyed, wondering what he was planning. Having some alone time with Armin was just as exciting as it could also be unexpected. His mind was an unexplored and infinite world—you couldn't get bored around a man like him. "Your shorts, too. I want you all for myself"

If you thought you were already getting wet, that command was enough for you to feel the pressure in your lower stomach even more. That was the power Armin Arlert had on you without touching your skin. He knew the unspeakable things he did to your body with just the use of his voice—that's why he would send videos of himself talking to you throughout the day. Or if he needed a little bit of help down there, he wouldn't hesitate to send you an audio of him asking for help, hearing his breathless moans and the slick sounds his fist made while he was masturbating himself.

But Armin Arlert was an angel. It was sometimes that he was the reincarnation of a demon with the looks of harmless, handsome man.

Once you took off your shorts and threw them off to the floor, Armin grabbed your hips, guiding you to his lap, with your back against his chest.

"That's a good girl" he caressed your legs, trailing a few kisses on the back of your neck to your shoulder. His warm hands squished your thighs, earning a soft whine from you, and a cheeky smile from him. "You're too stiff. Relax..."

You closed your eyes, focusing on just the pleasure his kisses and his calloused hands brushing your thighs were giving you.

Meanwhile, Armin's hands wandered over your inner thighs, taking his time to make you wet before he touched your right on your core.

"Bend your knees, love. Get comfortable on my lap" you followed his order, and as you got comfortable on his lap, he took that as an opportunity to get rid of your bra, earning a gasp from you. "It was getting in my way"

Now, as his left hand caressed your breast, squeezing it and circling his thumb over your nipple, his other hand went straight to your core. He started running his two fingers smoothly over your clothed pussy, avoiding that erogenous area just to tease you a bit. But today was not about teasing, it was about relieving all that stress you had on your body for the past few weeks.

"'Min, please..." you breathed, bucking your hips against his fingers to feel more friction, "I want you so bad..."

He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your wet pussy lips for him to touch. His mouth watered at the thought of eating you out right now, but he had to wait a bit before that.

"Keep rubbing yourself on my fingers, baby" you threw your head back to his shoulder, moving your hips frantically against his fingers, "Make 'em wet, then i'll give you what you want, 'kay?"

The room was filled with your moans and the slippery wet sounds from the friction your cunt made. You couldn't even look down at his hand, too shy to see the mess you made on his fingers before putting them inside you. You were so embarassed, but so horny you didn't care.

"You're coating them so good, baby" he kissed your cheek sweetly, such a deep contrast with his words, "So wet for me, hm? That's how I like it"

He continued with his wet kisses all along your neck, this time from the left side. He even got the time to mark you up before thrusting his hips against you, making you moan when you felt his hard cock against your ass. That’s when he finally shove his middle finger inside your aching pussy. Arching your back, he stared pumping his finger with slow, deadly movements, never touching that spot inside of you.

“Fuck, Arminn!” you sounded so helpless, so fragile against his grip, so beautiful in his arms, getting fingerfucked by him and making you forget your problems for once everytime he shyly bucked his hips into you, thrusting his finger deeper whenever he made that deadly movement.

You didn’t notice when his ring finger entered your hole, but you couldn’t care less now. You just wanted Armin to ruin your little pussy with just his fingers. To make him proud, that’s what you wanted. To melt in his arms, to have the orgasm of your life while sitting on his lap like an innocent girl behaving like a sinner.

“You like my fingers inside you, my love?” he asked, as if he didn’t know the answer already. He could be such a tease sometimes, but that just made you even weaker for him. He just knew what to say, when, and how to make the exact move to make you fall for him again and again, “You like it when I pump them in n’ out of that pretty cunt, hm? Like it when I coat my fingers with your juices?”

You felt your face burning from hearing it all. The wet sounds, his kisses, his voice and the nasty things he said against your ear while he looked at your pretty face, showing how good you were being treated. He adored you so much.

“Hm? Are you clenching around me already, baby?”

You felt how your orgasm was coming to hit you like a truck. But again, you had no idea what Armin had planned for you long before he leaned against the door asking why you were awake.

He planned this whole night.

“Armin!” you cried, feeling the hotness in your lower stomach and your walls clenching around his slender fingers, “Gonna cum!”

“Yeah? Do it, baby” he pumped his fingers quicker, removing the hand he had on your breast earlier, “Cum on my fingers, make me proud”

Just when you were about to orgasm, he put a clit vibrator on your core.

“Oh my God, Armin!” you whined, your legs trembling and your back arching like crazy. You tried to cross your legs, but you couldn’t. Armin had stolen your strength just by putting a vibrator on your clit before having your orgasm, making you feel the pleasure a hundred times better.

He knew it wasn’t going to be your first orgasm. So he quickly removed his fingers and just focused on moving the vibrator against your clit, holding your legs apart.

Oh, you had no idea. In fact, this was the first time you felt this experience.

A second wave of pleasure hit you aggressively as you tried to squirm your way out of Armin’s embrace, obviously failing the attempt. Not even five seconds after that, another wave hit you. Your cunt was now pulsing, throbbing against the clit vibrator, and your cheeks were covered in tears from the overwhelming pleasure you just experienced.

“‘Min, please…I can’t…!”

“Don’t worry, baby, I know…”

Armin removed the vibrator from your clit, earning a deep breath from you. God, you were on the clouds right now. Nothing could make you feel better right now, everything felt like paradise in his arms.

His fingers went to your pussy again, circling your clit and playing with the juices you left because of your orgasms.

“Suck them, baby” he offered his two slender fingers, rubbing them against your soft lips, making you feel the wetness of your juices on his fingers, “have a taste”

You sucked on his fingers, kissing them when you tasted yourself on them.

“Do you feel better?”

“From what?” you said, completely fotgetting about what was making you worry all these days. That was his power. He laughed against your neck and left a few more kisses on your shoulder, before picking you up sweetly and pressing your back on the bed now. You felt the soft, cold sheets against your bare back and decided to close your eyes—you were getting sleepy.

“You look so beautiful” he kissed your nose, “all fucked out”

“Armin!”

tagging: @blackweebtrash @eunivrse

[gloomybabygirl]

{chicken soup} Poe Dameron x reader

this story depicts the reader struggling with an eating disorder and being helped through an episode of self hatred. please read with caution.

a/n: hi hi this is a little self indulgent comfort fic because I had a rough time dealing with my ED today :) part 3 of ‘in my head’ is coming, I promise!! I'm trying to make sure I love it before I post. also p.s. I know Coraline isn't in Star Wars aksdjbjdb it’s just my chicken soup movie OKAY 

warnings: depictions of an eating disorder (body dysmorphia and starvation), mentions of self hatred, mentions of weight (not specified), self deprecation (reader), this is a fluff comfort fic! if any of these are a trigger, please consider skipping this one. take care of yourselves loves, you’re all beautiful <3

word count: 1633 (oops I meant to make it shorter)

summary: Poe comforts you when he realizes you haven't been taking care of yourself

You were getting sick of the face looking back at you in the mirror. You had studied your own face for so long you were pretty sure you’d filled your quota for the year. You’d been in the refresher for the better part of the night. Ignoring the hunger pains you felt, you continued to inspect yourself. You slowly rotated and contorted your naked body at odd angles trying desperately to find a way to accept what you were seeing reflected back at you. You ran your hands along the parts of you that you weren't so fond of and poked and prodded them. You shifted your eyes back up to the face that you had spent so long scrutinizing. Puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks stared back at you. You climbed up onto the counter and sat cross legged so you were nose to nose with your reflection. You stared into you own eyes as the tears welled up once more. 

Poe had been gone for two days with BB-8 on a mission. He hated to leave you alone and worried that you wouldn’t take care of yourself while he was away. You lied through your teeth when you told him you’d be okay without him. 

The truth was that you couldn't heal alone. Sure, you had to do most of the work yourself, but Poe’s understanding and love was an integral step into you feeling like yourself again. It was okay for you to need help.

You jumped when you heard the blast doors open, scrambling off the counter. Your hastily tied your robe around your waist just as Poe stepped into the refresher. 

“Baby you're not going to believe this mission! I had a run in wi-” He stopped mid sentence when his caring eyes met your bloodshot ones. “What’s wrong my love?” He took two long strides to you and cupped his hands over your cheeks, wiping the tears with the rough pads of his thumbs. His eyes turned more worried when you didn't respond, just gnawed anxiously at your lip. How could you tell him how you were feeling? He would never understand. 

“Baby?” He moved his hands to stroke your arms, desperate to elicit a response from you. All you could do was look up at him, immediately feeling the tears fall once you saw the distressed look in his eyes. 

He pulled you into his warm embrace, guiding the back of your head to rest on his chest with your folded hands against your face. Strong, protective arms completely encompassed you and Poe gently rocked you where you stood. He pressed kisses to the top of your head, patiently waiting for you to be ready to talk about what was bothering you. 

It wasn't always easy for Poe. Patience was a learned trait for him. He wanted you to be able to come out and say exactly how you were feeling so he could help you feel better faster. Over the years he came to find that sometimes you needed time to process exactly how you were feeling. You were filled with deep, complex emotions that were often times hard for you to sift through. 

You sniffled and lifted your head to look at him. 

“I hate myself,” you muttered, looking away from his eyes. You couldn't look at him and say those words to him when you knew he loved you so much. 

He pulled you back into his arms. “Please don't talk that way about my girlfriend. I love her. And she has so many lovable qualities.” 

You lifted you head again, allowing him to wipe away the fresh tears. 

“Did my girlfriend eat while I was away?” he asked innocently. You once again had to look away when his face fell with the realization that you hadn’t. He was upset that you hadn't taken care of yourself while he was gone. When you were feeling insecure about your body, it was a bad habit of yours to starve yourself. 

“Baby you need to eat. Please?” 

You shook your head, feeling like you were underserving of food when you hated the way your body looked. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

You nodded. 

“If I asked you to take care of something important to me, would you?” 

“Yes, of course,” you responded automatically. 

“Then why aren’t you taking care of yourself?” He asked, cupping your face and giving the tip of your nose a kiss. He then led you over to the bed, guiding you to sit when he noticed you were wobbly from lack of nutrition. 

“Stay here, I’ll be right back, I promise,” He looked over at BB-8 in his charging station. “BB, you’re in charge of cuddles until I get back, okay buddy?” 

The droid beeped dutifully and proceeded to roll over to you, nudging you and chirping happily. 

_

The blast doors flew open twenty minutes later revealing Poe with food in one hand and a stack of holovids in the other.

“First, food and water. You deserve nourishment, my love. And you don’t need to feel guilty about eating, I’m going to eat the same thing you do.” 

You were reluctant to eat with him but you could’t resist when he revealed he had brought your favorite food home. 

“And don't worry about finishing it, you know I always have room for whatever you don’t eat,” he smiled at you, knowing he didn't really need to remind you of this fact.

Once he was satisfied with the sustenance you had put in your body, he pulled you to your feet. He guided you back to the refresher and let go of you only for a moment to start the shower. 

He respectfully helped you undress and then stripped himself, waiting for the water to be a bearable temperature. When he was satisfied with is very scientific ‘hand water temperature test’, he stepped into the shower, pulling you with him. 

Under the steaming water he massaged shampoo through your hair, smiling to himself as he saw your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. 

“Will you talk to me?” you asked. “Tell me about your mission. I just want to hear your voice.” The warm water was starting to relaxing you. 

He laughed to himself, but began to tell you about the mission he’d spent the last two days on. He kept his tone even, even during the exciting parts so that his voice maintained its soothing lull. 

When he was done washing you and had done the same to himself, he took a step back to admire you, keeping his hands on your lower back. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured, so quietly you weren't even sure you’d heard it correctly. 

Suddenly self-conscious with his eyes burning you, your arms came up to hide your body from him. He shook his head and carefully placed your arms back at your sides. 

“You don't ever have to hide from me,” he whispered. 

Poe took his time with you under the running water. He kissed every inch of the body that he loved so much, paying special attention to his favorite parts of you, and to the parts of you he knew you weren't fond of. He whispered how much he loved each part of you as he went, slowly making his way across your skin, painting you with his lips. His words flowed out and bathed you in love and warmth, making you start to believe them. If this is what it would take for you to learn to love yourself, Poe would do it everyday. He wanted you to see yourself the way he saw you. 

Once he felt satiated from you, he turned the shower off, still holding you in his arms. He wrapped you in a fluffy towel before grabbing your hand and once again leading you to the main room of your shared quarters. 

He pulled out your favorite pajamas and helped you dress in them, smiling at how cute you looked with your wet hair and fresh face. He donned his softest pajamas, knowing you'd snuggle into him regardless, but not wanting to take any chances. 

He turned to look at you sitting on the bed, quiet but no loner looking like you were going to cry. Progress. 

He held up the selection of holovids he had stolen from Finn, “Which chicken soup movie tonight, my love?” 

You surveyed his choices, smiling at the fact that he knew you well enough to have chosen all your favorite comfort movies. “Coraline,” you decided. You wanted something you’d seen over and over so you could fall asleep while you watched. 

“Coraline it is,” he began the holovid and made his way over to the bed, burrowing himself under plush blankets he had also stolen (from Leia this time). 

“Come here baby,” he opened his arms to you. You readily climbed into his open arms, relishing in the way his arms instantly wrapped around you. This was your happy place. 

“Thank you,” you whispered against his neck, giving him a small kiss there. 

“You’re welcome baby. But you don’t have to thank me, I want you to love yourself and I’ll do anything I can to make that happen.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, nose, forehead, and lips again before you nuzzled back into his neck. 

Halfway through the movie, Poe looked down to find you had fallen asleep, mouth slightly open. He felt his heart soften and relief wash over him at seeing you peacefully sleeping in his arms. He could finally relax, knowing his efforts had succeeded.

Poe wanted you to love yourself as much as he loved you. And he would help you in whatever ways you needed until you loved who you saw in the mirror.

[vventure]

Played - Atsumu Miya Must Die, Ch. 3

Series Mini Mlist: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Drama

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: cheating

Summary: Atsumu Miya is a player; dating three girls from three different friend groups so they don’t find out. What happens when they do, though? And how does [Y/N] play into their plan for ultimate revenge?

A/N: Alright, this chapter really finally gets into the drama. I know it’s longer than the other chapters but it had to be this length in order to fit everything I wanted into it! I hope you guys enjoy it, and I can’t wait to share all the scheming to come with you all. <3

Taglist: @for-ests​ @miyuswriting​ @babyboytsutomu​ @captain-shittykawa​ @writeiolite​ @lunarknox​ @heccingdead​ @yams046​ @infamouswhitepawsies​ @hideewrites​ @lilolpotato @burnthoneymint​ @bb-noya​ - let me know if you’d like to be added (or taken off)!!

Last Time: 

Chika laid down the facts: Atsumu was dating three different girls from three different friend groups. It was a secret to everyone but he and Chika, and now you, that he was doing this. Atsumu would only come to Onigiri Miya when Osamu wasn’t working. He was somewhat of an idiot in that respect, and Osamu had caught him with different girls at the establishment before, but the bleached twin had played it off as him seeing different girls every week; something that wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility for the player.

Chika went on to explain that while Atsumu used to work at the onigiri shop for his brother, he had taken time off in order to focus on university and his club volleyball team at the school. He was arrogant and self-centered, and often lied to his brother even about small things. The picture Chika painted was far from flattering.

You sat looking at her during her spiel, your jaw basically on the floor. 

“So, yeah,” she finished. “He’s kind of a mess and a jackass.”

“Thanks for the warning, I’ll try to avoid him.”

“About that,” her smile strained as she spoke her next words: “He’s moving into the same dorm as you tomorrow.”

The day rose in a blaze of sun, the perfect weather for a barbecue on the quad at your new university. It was too hot for wearing anything other than a tank top and shorts since there was no way you were going to make it through the two-hour long event with no shade if you wore anything else.

A cacophony of laughter and raucous excitement reached your ears as you stepped onto the lush green of the expansive quad, taking in the plethora of grills and the several volleyball and badminton nets set-up to enjoy with fellow students. Clusters of students from every year were scattered about the lawn, drinking from plastic cups and munching on snacks while trying to find the courage to jump into an activity and break free of their timidity.

It should have come as no surprise, but Atsumu Miya had no issues with running head first into a new adventure. He was playing 2-on-2 volleyball at one of the nets, showing off just how high he could jump to slam the ball down on the grass on the opposite side of the net. His athleticism shined here, clearly leaps and bounds beyond the others he was volleying with who looked like they were about to pass-out from heat stroke while desperately trying to match his pace.

It would have been almost comical, the difference in skill between someone who was obviously well-versed in volleyball and someone who had never touched a ball in their life, except that Atsumu looked so smug every time he scored a point for his team. It was hardly a competition and even from this distance you could tell he was letting it get to his head.

Turning your attention away, you nearly collided with another person as you moved to grab a drink from one of the coolers. The person you were now face-to-face with wore a black t-shirt with “RA” in white lettering across the place a breast pocket would be.

“I’m so sorry!” You blurted out, backing up slightly and raising your hands. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Don’t worry about it!” They replied, a genial smile splitting their face in response to your sudden panic. “You look familiar. I think you moved onto my floor yesterday! Yeah, [Y/n], right?”

“Guilty,” you quipped, looking at them closely. It clicked into place once you noticed their black bangs pinned back with their high pigtails. “You’re the resident assistant on my floor...Nanami, right?”

“Yep,” she replied, giving you a thumbs up. Her cheerfulness seemed a bit forced, but you smiled back at her regardless. “It’s actually good ya bumped into me ‘cause I was looking to round up the girls to play some volleyball. You in?”

“Um, sure, I don’t really have anything else to do.”

--

That’s how you found yourself entangled in a lot more than you’d bargained for: an icebreaker activity with Atsumu’s three girlfriends.

“Let’s say our names and then a fun fact about us,” Nanami said once the small group of girls she could find was rounded into a seated circle. “I’ll go first. My name’s Nanami and I love going to concerts!”

Dead silence befell the group as they all looked at her, expressionless. It was hot and she was making you all sit in the sun and tell a fun fact about yourselves? Weren’t you supposed to be playing volleyball?

“Cool,” said the girl clad in sports attire, repping the school’s colors. “I’m Sara, I play for the soccer team here and love kick-boxing.”

Sara used her thumb to point to the girl on her right, taking charge of the situation so they could all get it over with.

“I’m Izumi,” came the soft voice of a girl with her eyes turned shyly downward. “I work in the library in my spare time.”

Could this be any more dull? So much for a fun barbecue. 

The next girl down the line stated her name and a fact about herself that slipped through your mind like water until it was Atsumu’s final girlfriend’s turn. 

“My name’s Aiko, and I play the violin,” she said, flicking her long hair over her shoulder and fiddling with the hem of her pure white blouse. 

Once again, this elicited no response and all eyes now rested on you as they waited for your name and riveting factoid.

“I’m [Y/n] and I work at an onigiri shop off-campus and just moved here from Miyagi.”

A pregnant pause followed your statement as the small group merely blinked in acknowledgement of each other’s existence before Nanami’s voice cut through the heavy air: “Let’s play volleyball!”

The group stood, returning shredded grass particles to the ground and moved like cattle to the volleyball nets.

“I’m gonna ditch, my boyfriend wants to get boba,” the girl whose name you couldn’t remember whispered into your ear before skipping away from the group now composed of only you, Sara, Aiko, Izumi, and Nanami. 

Just perfect, you were going to be playing volleyball with three girls dating the same guy and the person who would be watching every move you made in the dorms for the year, what could be more ideal? You almost wished Osamu had put you on the schedule today, but he’d given you the first week of classes off to acclimate to the new university. 

It was done now, so you’d make the most of the situation and maybe get a new friend out of it. Izumi seemed really sweet and down-to-earth, so you’d give chatting with her a shot. Walking up beside her, you opened your mouth to say something before the realization that you knew a dirty secret she didn’t about the guy she was seeing hit you. You snapped your mouth closed and walked the remainder of the expanse of green to the free volleyball net.

A collective gasp sounded from the group as you approached the net, causing you to look up from the ground you’d been examining in order to avoid tripping. When you saw where their heads were turned, you sighed internally. 

Of course, every single one of them had their eyes locked on Atsumu finishing up his game on the make-shift volleyball court next to the one you’d soon be playing on. He had sweat pouring down his face from what you could imagine was the heat and exertion, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away as he lifted his shirt to wipe at his face exposing the glistening muscles of his abdomen. 

What was this, a teen movie? No one looked that hot after playing a taxing sport and it was highly unfair that someone so vile could look so good.

“Okay, girls,” Nanami said, clapping her hands together yet again. “I’m gonna ref, so choose your teams.”

Aiko immediately flocked to Sara, likely taking in the fact that the latter was a college athlete and would be better poised to win the game. Izumi didn’t look particularly thrilled to be stuck with you as her teammate, but she’d have to deal for the short amount of time you’d be playing. 

Sara served first, landing a solid ace across the net that punted against the grass that neither you nor Izumi received, giving your opponents the first point. Aiko and Izumi looked at each other through the net, their eyes suddenly serious. You furrowed your brow, watching how Sara was now in a fighting stance, until the sound of Atsumu’s voice reached your ears.

“So, yer the RA for the boys’ and girls’ floor, eh?” He said, leaning toward Nanami who looked less than pleased to be conversing with him at the current moment.

“That I am,” she replied stiffly, trying to keep her eye on the ball. “I’m kind of busy right now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“I’m sure ya don’t mind if I stay and watch a little bit?”

Nanami shrugged, turning her attention completely away from him. He didn’t appear to care, and didn’t press her any further. 

Atsumu was watching the game, that’s why these three were acting like their lives depended on winning a casual volleyball game on the quad. This asshole knew exactly what his presence would do to these girls and was eating it up like a Korean drama.

Whatever, he wasn’t your focus and would never be your focus, so you returned your attention to the game. Your heart clenched in your chest as you watched Aiko look over at Atsumu, sending him a salacious wink just to receive a smirk in return. In the time that your eyes left Sara’s serving form, hoping that no one had noticed the exchange, the volleyball was colliding with your head and sending you reeling. 

“[Y/n]!” You could hear Nanami call before her knees were thudding onto the earth next to you, her black pigtails dangling over your face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you responded, sitting up to notice that Atsumu had departed with his hand on the upper back of another tall male walking away. A feeling of impending doom flowed over you as you looked at the girls standing near the net, their faces directed at each other expressing confusion and mounting anger. “What’s going on?”

“We’re at the quad for the barbecue, do you have a concussion? What year is it?” The RA asked, clearly not anticipating this at the event.

“I’m fine! What about them?”

“Why were you winking at my boyfriend?” Izumi seethed, her kind and calm demeanor slipping away easily to reveal a nasty underside. 

“I was winking at my boyfriend,” Aiko replied, stepping closer to Izumi but remaining on her side of the net. “Atsumu Miya.”

“What the hell did you just say?” Sara bellowed while stomping towards the two already in the throws of their disagreement. “Who’d you say your boyfriend was?”

Izumi and Aiko replied in unison: “Atsumu Miya.”

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The trio of Atsumu’s lovers sat a safe 6-feet from each other in the grass, ice packs pressed against the bruises they’d given each other during the scuffle that eventually had to be broken up by the University Police. You’d also tried to pry them apart, which only earned you a split lip and a disciplinary mark on your record for the trouble. 

“So, I get the pleasure of explaining what your punishment is,” Nanami said, sitting down on the grass with exaggerated annoyance, producing a map and setting it in the space between everyone. “The resident director thinks it would be a good idea for you guys to clean up around town. So you’ll be tackling the areas I’ve marked every other day and clearing them of all the litter you can see.”

“How long?” You asked, pressing the ice pack to your lip in an attempt to get it to stop stinging so horribly.

“Ten hours, which is pretty lenient,” she explained. “Since you guys don’t have any other infractions she didn’t think it was worth more than that. And she wants you to do it together to learn some cooperation and teamwork.”

The tension in the air was suffocating at this news and not a single girl could look the other in the eye, opting to stare at their feet while nursing their wounds. 

“This is all your fault, Aiko,” Sara spat.

“How is it--” Aiko began before you cut her off.

“I don’t know,” you spoke up, raising your hand in defense as Aiko shot you a glare, her white blouse sullied with dirt. “Seems like you all got played, right? He told you all that he had to keep his relationship with you secret, right?”

A grumble rose around the small area between the 5 of you. 

“Okay, so he was lying to you so he could mess around with other people, so who’s fault is it really?”

You had no idea the trouble your logical mind had gotten you into.

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“Music has to be a living thing!” - David Fray interview

David Fray is one of the most well-known young pianists of recent years, and he’s considered to be one of the foremost interpreters of Bach. He performed Bach Goldberg-variations at the Liszt Academy of Music with great success on the 4th of March, 2019. This conversation took place the following day.

Bori Brindzik: You entered the world of classical music after you were awarded the 2nd Grand Prize at the Montreal International Music Competition. What are your thoughts about competitions?

David Fray: It’s a mixed opinion. Although I’ve only partaken in two competitions in my life - one in Japan, and one in Montreal - they’ve both helped me a lot. Especially the one in Montreal, because it got my career off to a good start. I remember that just before the semi-final, I didn’t want to go out on stage. In some ways it felt like a very difficult and rather unnatural situation. I think people who do 10-20 competitions eventually become very “dry” and desensitized, since they no longer work with music in the same way as before. At a certain level, how do you really want to judge the music when they’re all similarly talented musicians? I’d suggest young musicians to prepare very well for 2-3 competitions in their life, but I wouldn’t tell them to do more competitions than that.

BB: You mostly play by german composers. Why is this german repertoire so special to you?

DF: In my opinion, the german repertoire is the most difficult one, since it requires a lot of discipline. However I prefer this repertoire, because it constantly keeps me working hard in order to be able to play these pieces. Also keep in mind that no matter what age you are, you’ll always be a student. When I’m on stage - for instance yesterday, playing this masterpiece for only the 2nd time in my life - I have to be humble, not perfect. It’s the road - the process - that is interesting, not the destination.

BB: How acceptable is it to make a mistake on stage? I feel like a lot of pianists are struggling with worries of “messing up”..

DF: Everybody makes mistakes. I think perhaps those who rarely make mistakes are not really the most interesting ones. The music is what’s important. Of course you have to offer audiences the best quality, but art is also about making a mistake, because you learn from them. If I make a mistake, naturally it bothers me as well. However, at the same time I also try to accept the fact that even if a mistake was made, I’m still trying to do my best. You had a wonderful pianist yourselves here in Hungary, Annie Fischer. She made some mistakes as well, but who cares? I’m sure that you could find hundreds of pianists who made fewer mistakes than her, but still, who do you remember today? You remember Annie Fischer, because she took risks. Even if she made mistakes every now and then, everything she played was grounded in a very serious, genuine and intense way. This is something that tends to be lost today, because we’re constantly trying to be perfect, but that’s not what life is about. If you care too much about those things, you destroy music and life. Anybody is able to make a perfect CD nowadays, but do you think these perfect CDs are the most interesting ones? I’m not sure. I’d rather listen to live performances, because that’s how you really understand what music is about. What does live mean? It’s life. So it’s alive. What we need from music is for it to be a living thing, not something that’s perfect. What is perfection? Just not playing wrong notes? I think the expression in the phrasing is more important than that.

BB: How should we approach a new piece when we start playing it?

DF: The first thing I do when learning a new piece is write the fingering on each note. It really helps the memory, believe me! I’d say that the most important things are the score and the original intention of the composer. First, you have to try to be very objective about the piece and understand what’s written in the score. Naturally you’ll get some of your own ideas, since the piece becomes part of you in a way. But that part of you, that you put into the music, is a process that has to happen very naturally and you shouldn’t place your own perceptions in front of the score. That’s why I placed the closed score on the piano yesterday while I was playing. I didn’t use it, but at the end of the concert I showed it to the audience. We have to feel gratitude towards the composer and the piece, because in a way, the audience not only applauded me, they applauded Bach and the Goldberg-variations as well.

BB: How do you deal with negative criticism and what advice would you give to young musicians in that regard?

DF: It’s difficult. I wish I could say that I have never payed attention to this. Especially when you’re younger, you’re very sensitive to negative criticism. Even if you try to be strong, there’s always going to be be a part of you that wants to be loved and understood. You never know who’s the person behind an article. Maybe that guy likes all the musicians that you don’t like. Maybe that guy has an opinion about music that is the complete opposite of yours, or maybe that guy likes a sort of piano sound that you just hate. So in a way, you shouldn’t take it personally even if sometimes it’s very personal! If you knew exactly what was right and wrong, you wouldn’t need their opinion. Always be your own worst critic! Do what you think you have to do! And then people will comment, but that’s another thing. You just have to be sure that you do things for good reasons.

BB: What are your plans for the next few months?

DF: This month there’ll be a new recording with the french violin player, Renaud Capuçon. We’re playing Bach Sonatas together. I go to Amsterdam and Moscow, and after that, I have a tour with Renaud Capuçon. We’re going to play pieces from the new CD.

BB: How do you like Budapest and the Liszt Academy?

DF: I like Budapest very much, especially the Liszt Academy, because I think it’s a very special place. I feel like people really come here for the music, and not for any secondary reason. That’s something you feel. When you have good people in the audience, it also helps you to play better.

BB: I remember your piano masterclass in 2017. Are you considering doing more masterclasses at the Academy in the future?

DF: Whatever they may ask me to do, I would gladly do it for the Liszt Academy, because I really like this place. If I can, I’ll always come back with great pleasure to Budapest.

[razieraz-blog1]

BBs Racer Au! Chapter One

Hewwo! Before this begins let me explain a couple of things. First off, I am not a good writer compared to most, so please don’t praise me for my efforts. Second, please excuse bad grammar and or any spelling mistakes as due to troubles in the past I mix up a lot of words and I was never taught Proper Grammar :/. Third, this may not be how you’d expected it to be as it may not be as great as I wanted it either, sadly I can’t work on it more ;-;.  Also another thing, Thanks for the support onto this Au. Now another Au that people were supporting was the For Honor Au, I sadly paused the creation of it unless a good writer is willing to be the writer for it but at least let people know I am the creator of it. Another thing is, I don’t know the names of the types of cars and or the brands soooo I’mma say cars instead :D. Anyways, I hope ye Enjoy :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD <3

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     Engines roared and people cheered, music played. Small party like lights brighten the large alley way, cars and party people filled the alley way. Six cars sat in the middle as if they were stars of the party. A Young girl, who looked to be in her earlier 20′s walked between the cars til she reach a point that is had read, “START” on the ground. She looked at the crowd with eyes full of excitement and waited for there to be barely of any talk, she held what looked to be a gun and a red flag.Once talk was low in the crowd she looked at the cars as she walked back and forth in a sexy type of way, the cars started to purr. She stopped and stared to the crowd along with the cars, she aims the gun high to the air then...”BANG”, the gun was shot of as she waved the flag down. The Cars dashed off and crowd began up once more. As the cars dashed among each other, a Black and white car with a nice Black and red inside ((as in seats and what it looks like)) had dashed ahead of the other cars, leading the race. 

Evan cheered as he looked in his mirror to see the other cars back further from him. He was in the lead for the first lap around the streets till he spotted a black and blue car dash further than the rest behind them, quickly catching up to him. He stared at his controls and the street, focused to winning or at least making it second. The other car quickly managed to end up to the right Evan’s car, driving the same pace as Evan. The blue and black car rolled down it’s window, soon so did Evan roll down his, Evan looked over towards the other car. The Driver of the other car stared at him with his mask, the driver slowly took off his mask to reveal his clown painted face, he then pointed a middle finger to Evan before dashing a head of Evan, stealing first place. Evan growled under his breath, he decided to check on the cars behind, they were closer than before. Evan swore under his breath as yet another car slowly makes it’s way closer towards him, Evan put more to his power and pressed harder down on the pedal, quickly gaining more speed.  The other car managed to easily keep pace directly behind Evan, this made Evan too focused to realized what the other driver was trying to do. The other driver dash a bit ahead of Evan, in doing so the driver purposely made the end of their car hit the front of Evan’s, making Evan spin out of control. Evan started to panic, doing everything he could to try and stop the car, nothing was working for a while. Evan finally managed to slow the car, but the effort wasn’t worth as the car had hit a pole, making the car flip upside down with Evan inside. Everything seemed to shake, nothing seemed still. Glass from the windows broke into many pieces, all of the shattered glass spreading everywhere. Evan sat upside down in pain to what had happened, a glass shard was sticking out of his left shoulder along with other pieces of glass that had managed to reach either Evan’s arms or legs. He watched painfully in anger as the other cars zoomed past him, he started kicking and hitting anything he could reach, “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” Evan screamed. Evan sat there, holding his head before unbuckling his seat belt which had made him fall from his seat onto what was once the roof of his car. Evan pulled out his phone and went to contact before calling somebody with the name “H20″ as his name. Once the other person picked up first thing Evan heard was laughter followed by, “Yo! Evan! y-you sucking my dust right now? Haha!” Evan sighed in response, “Yeah, I am sucking everyone’s dust because MY CAR GOT FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN!” Evan said loudly in anger.  Evan’s friend went silent before swearing under his breath, “Damn....was you flipping upside down an accident or did somebody...” the man said in a concerned but also focused voice. Evan sighed, “Somebody...did it on purpose...Now I am stuck with a piece of fucking glass in my damn shoulder” Evan growled, “Damn...that gotta fucking hurt” the other man said before a little scream come from his mouth due to almost failing a drift due to paying attention to another driver, “hey uh.. Delirious, be careful of the other drivers, I don’t know which car it was but please be careful...also get me some damn help, I don’t have Shepard’s number..still..” Evan said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Hey, I will....by the way, when is your rent due?” Delirious questioned, Evan’s eyes widen with panic, “shit...shit..Shit..SHIT THEY ARE DUE NEXT WEEK...UUUuuughhh I don’t have the damn money, I don’t think I will at all...I can’t even get myself a damn hot dog anymore...” Evan said with a shaky voice, Delirious sighed in a worried tone, “Hey, if you don’t have the money, me and cartoonz will let you sleep at our place til you do” Evan sighed in response, “I can’t...Your struggling too, aren’t you? You and Luke need to share whatever money you have to yourselves same with your living space..” Delirious gave a giggle, “You worry to much and it’s fine..”. Delirious feel silent for a moment after words. “Hey, can we stop this call? I am still in the race...sorry by the way..” Delirious said in a kind yet focused voice, Evan sighed, “Yeah, I will respect the fact that you are still in the race, See ya til you get here, I might bleed out by then thou” Evan joked. Delirious laughed, “Okay then, see ya” Delirious and Evan hanged up as Evan laid there, hoping the race would end quickly.

Once Delirious had gotten there,Delirious went towards the door closest to Evan and tried to open it but to all that he did, It wouldn’t budge the slightest, “Damnit, your really stuck in there by the way..” Delirious said rubbing his neck. Evan sighed, “Well...guess so.”. Delirious froze for a moment, “u-uh...Evan..?” Delirious said in a questioning and worried voice, “Hmm? What is it?” Evan responded back quickly, “W-what about the job..?” Delirious said still in the same tone, Evan froze. Two days before this, Evan had gotten a job from a gang he knows all too well, if he was to get either first,second, and or third place as an award he would get a good bit of money and that was today was the day he’d race to get the money. Evan sighed, “I’m gonna have to call him...” Evan’s voice shank quickly. Evan pulled up his contacts on his phone, he had gone to the contacted labeled, “Chilled” and began to call, Delirious fell to silence for the call. As the phone continued to ring, Evan had only gotten more nervous, but when the call had gone to voice mail, he was relieved. Evan began the voice mail, “Hey..Uh, It’s Evan...so, bout the race..  s-somebody flipped me and my car upside down...I am terribly sorry...If correct Delirious had gotten a good placement for the race..if that makes you happy.....I am sorry, maybe I can do two other Jobs around the place? I dunno....Sorry again...” Evan sighed in relief as he ended the voice mail, Delirious responding with a hopeful voice, “Hopefully he takes it easy on you..”

Back Alley Hideout

 Two Figures sat in a very dim lighted room, one seemed to sit at a desk while another, sat in a chair in front of it. The figure at the desk looked to be in a form of a male while the other was in the form of a female. “Hey, I did the Job and we made the deal, when do I get the reward?” the female figure questioned, the male sighed in response, “I would gladly give you your reward today but you see, I have a meeting in an hour with other leaders within the area, whether they are allied or not”, the female shock her head side to side as if thinking, “I can understand that, boss.”. The two then had said their goodbyes, the female standing up till the door to the room had a knocking sound come from it, “Come in!” the Male answered in response to the knocking. A man with a phone walked in, walking by the female straight to the male, “Boss, I was in the middle of another call so I missed this one and I think you’d want to hear it” the man handed the phone to the so called boss and stood back away from the female. The female came close to listen to it herself as well, “Hey..Uh, It’s Evan...so-” the two began to listen to it till the end, the female laughed, “Heh, another failed Job, eh?” , the male sighed, “At least he has an explanation this time...Do you mind going off and checking to see if this it true?” the male asked the female to that, the female nodded and headed out the door. 

Back to the Situation 

Evan sighed, kicking one of the car doors, “Damnit...what in the hell am I suppose to do?” Delirious shrugged in response. “I still say you should join me and Luke, we wouldn’t mind, plus I did two jobs successfully and got a load of bucks from it so we wouldn’t mind sharing a place with you.”. Evan sighed, “No, Nooo, I will find something other than staying with you, plus I don’t talk to Luke much. Speaking of which, how is Luke?” Delirious shook his head side to side, “He has been doing well besides pain in his right shoulder and right arm due to the last match he was in did a number to him, he did win though...He had to take a bit off, he is still off right now till...I am not sure actually..” Delirious gave a little giggle at the end. Evan gave a small giggle in the end as a response, “I think I understand shoulder pain all to well-” Evan stopped when he and Delirious had heard somebody wearing boots walking in the alley next to the car wreck. Giggling came from the shadows once the person stopped moving, “Well, the message was true. Damn Evan, how many times are you going to fuck up?” Evan growled in response, “Shut the hell up!” the figure started to laugh, “Aww! That’s adorable! Your like an upside down angry turtle, but this time it’s an Owl!” the figure started to laugh loudly, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Evan almost yelled, the figure started to laugh even more, “Minx, STOP.” Delirious said in a mad tone. The figure’s laughing slowed and then it coughed, stopping. The figure walked out of the shadows towards the flipped upside down car, revealing her long brown and purple hair and the bat that is held on her back along with her knifes that are held in her front, it was indeed Minx. Minx crouched near a window close to Evan, “Damn, a number was did to this thing” she said, poking the car before getting up to walk around it, “OOoh Really?” Evan growled. Minx stopped towards one of the doors to the back seats, she pulled her bat out from behind and starting to swing at the door, “MINX! what are you doing?!?”  both Evan and Delirious practically yelled in unison. “Okay, A. I found what could be an opening for Evan to leave and B. It is Fun!” Minx giggled before Delirious grabbed Minx’s bat before her sixth swing, “HEY! Delirious! Let g-” Delirious cut her off as he stared at what does seem to be a possible opening, “Yo, she is right, there is a possible opening”. This possible opening was a big gap between the car door and the car it’s self and if it was pushed further in, Evan would be able to crawl out and even if moved the slightest, Minx would of been able to get in. Delirious stuck his arm through the gap, “ Evan Over here!”, Evan looked around, it took him a moment to find where Delirious’s arm was, which it was in the back seats. Evan tried with as much effort as he could to drag his still bleeding and glass fulled body till he had reach a thing of shattered glass which was an obstacle to him, he tried move the glass carefully til he had realized the sides of his vision was slowly turning black. “uh..D-delir-rious?” Evan’s voice came out shaky, “What? What is is?!” Delirious said in a panic to the realization to Evan’s shaky voice, “I-I..I’m losing consciousness...I see ..black..slowly..taking over” Evan’s voice became less shakier and more faint by each word. “EVAN! DON’T YOU DARE PASS OUT!!” Delirious shouted in a panic, Minx started to worry as well as she put more effort onto the door. Evan’s vision slowly came to nothingness, everything seemed black, he heard muffled noises and sounds, some of the sounds seemed to be muffled and broken apart words to him. Evan heard almost everything in a muffled and broken apart form before he had heard nothing, absolutely nothing at all but his own mind. 

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Sorry, I tried my best at a cliffhanger, Hopefully I did good? Anyways this took me 4-5 whole days to write as I made many mistakes and had to remove huge chucks and replace it with even bigger ones.   Anyways, thank you for reading my shit of a story for the Au!

~Your writer and Creator, Raz.