#waves at you..... hulloo...

[sunb0ts]

SUNNY HELLO...!! hi... :) ACK it's good so far, thanks!!! it truthfully took me a minute to get through section 1 of the first trial since I kept taking such big breaks between picking the game back up/getting into it... ykno. this trial is turning out nicely though, and I have been starting to have a lot fun with it (read; shouting at the screen and pausing multiple times to pace around my room like a detective cracking a cold case. generally being embarrassingly excited). I am actually swooping into my bedroom to play it with cocoa right now woop woop!!!!! kazuma is fun although I am still trying to gauge his character with it being early still and all, though I have already. hm. imprinted onto ryunosuke like a stray cat. he is incredibly silly and endearing :) I really like the way he carries himself it feels very earnest and it's just fun to me... also with what I said about kazuma I SHOULD note that I really like the function where they'll banter over evidence actually, that's cool. it is giving me more pieces of him probably the quickest. also I just moved to the 3rd part of the first trial with susato having launched herself into the courtroom. given my track record with the girlie characters in AA I think the chances I will imprint on her not unlike a stray animal are also very high!!!! GOOD lord are they high

herlock will soon ruin my psyche. this I know.

first save point in a while! susato time!!!

[callme-dickmaster]

Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Nine - The Combination Pizza Hut & Taco Bell

summary: a pizza and smoke invite triggers a storm between the hargrove/mayfield step siblings cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, language, fluff, billy hurts reader again, reader uses billy's dad as a threat, the teeniest tiniest angst -i think that's all- author's note: hulloo! i'm still here believe it or not lol i'm still really sick but i really wanted to get these chapters out for y'all love you! <3

Series Masterlist

Walking into her first period, Y/n was more than relieved to see Robin was back at school. Instead of the usual smile and wave, Robin had switched seats completely. Robin decided to move across the room and sit in Nancy’s empty seat. The two girls went to start talking together but were cut off rather harshly when Tommy H slammed his hand on Y/n’s desk, crouching on the floor next to her with a gross smile on his face.

“Hey, freak,” he said, fake happiness dripping from his voice.

“Oh, hey Timmy,” Y/n replied, nonchalantly. Robin snorted, hiding her laugh behind her fist. Tommy’s face dropped and he rolled his eyes, flicking her arm.

“It’s Tommy,” he corrected. Y/n picked at her nails, “I don’t care, and I didn’t ask,” she sighed. Tommy huffed, deciding to just get to the point, “Yeah, well, Billy asked me to keep the freak away from the freaks. So, you’re my new best friend,” he said.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, finally looking over at the boy. “So, what? He’s keeping tabs on me now?” she asked, her frustration with Billy flying through the roof. Tommy shrugged, earning another eye roll from Y/n. She shoved Tommy’s head back and away from her, trying to gain some of her personal space back, “Well, you tell Billy I said to fuck off or I’ll sick Neil on him. It’s none of his or your business so back off,” she huffed.

Tommy smirked but nodded anyway, mumbling a ‘whatever you say’ and walking back over to his seat as Eddie walked into class right when the bell rang. Y/n sat up straight and pretended to look busy while he found his seat behind her. Eddie tapped her head as he passed her and tossed a note on her desk before sitting down. Y/n gave him a confused smile, holding up the note. Eddie smirked and motioned for her to open it. Y/n squinted suspiciously, discreetly opening up the paper so their teacher wouldn’t see.

Pizza and smoke after school? – :)

Y/n smiled and turned to him, nodding slowly. Eddie gave her a thumbs up, nodding back with a mock serious face. Y/n snickered and turned back around, trying to actually pay attention this time. That was proving to be difficult when all she thought about was someone’s stupid face the whole time.

Eddie said bye to Y/n with a flourish and a kiss on the cheek, walking backwards so he could still see her. Robin smiled; happy her friend was happy. Y/n said they were just friends, but Robin could see it. Literally anyone could see it, but Y/n is oblivious to everything and so is Eddie.

“So, do you like him? It’s obvious he likes you!” Robin laughed as they sat in second. Y/n shrugged, looking at her hands. “I don’t know… I mean, I think he’s cute, totally! But I don’t think he likes me. He’s touchy with everybody so, I don’t see a reason to get excited,” she said, twisting a ring around.

Robin squinted, a suspicious ��okay…’ coming from her making Y/n laugh. Robin and Y/n ended up talking the whole time once a sub hobbled into the room. Needless to say, Y/n was planning on spending her weekend at Robin’s house now. She did feel a little bad leaving Max alone with Billy, but Max was tough, and she knew she could handle herself.

Robin walked off to her locker and Y/n walked to third alone. The problem she would have to solve was obvious the moment she saw Eddie and Robin sitting on complete opposite ends of the room. Robin was reading, and Eddie was drawing on his arm with a pen he borrowed from Y/n in first class.

Y/n sat down next to Robin, sending Eddie a smile which he pouted at. He knew it wasn’t because of the freak thing, she was just called a freak that morning, but still! He wore that t-shirt just for her, and he wanted her to notice!

Y/n mouthed “what?” at his sad little expression. Eddie pointed to the seat next to him that she had been occupying the past two days. “You don’t wanna sit with me?” he synced back. Y/n smiled, rolling her eyes, and taking her bag out of the seat next to her and patting it.

Now, Eddie and Robin had hung around each other a few times, but they weren’t exactly friends. They didn’t know anything about each other. All they had in common was Y/n and a couple classes they sat together in to avoid sitting alone.

Eddie looked around for the music teacher, who kinda had it out for him, and scurried over to the seat right next to Y/n. He dropped into the chair and leaned forward, saying hey to Robin and tossing his arm over the back of Y/n’s chair.

Y/n smiled, cheeks burning as she pulled out a book of her own and leaned into him. “What are you guys reading now?” Eddie asked, swiping the book from Y/n, and holding it above all their heads to read the title. Robin closed her copy and smirked in amusement at their antics.

“Stephen King… Nice! You starting a book club or something?” Eddie asked, passing Y/n her book back and trying his hardest not to lose her place.

Y/n scoffed, “Sure. It’s all the rage! You wanna join?!” she asked in fake peppiness. Eddie snorted, flicking some hair out of his eyes.

“Nah, we’re just reading it together,” Y/n said, nudging Robin with her elbow. Eddie ‘huh!’d and nodded, “I’ll leave all the smarts to you two, because I don’t think I’ve actually picked up a book since the fifth grade,” he chuckled.

Robin chuckled and nodded, “Yeah, the only book he’s ever picked up is a Dungeons and Dragons rule book,” she said.

Eddie feigned offense, putting a hand to his chest. “D&D for dummies is a great book with compelling storytelling and plot! I’m offended you would suggest I could ever read something lower than that!” he exclaimed.

Y/n laughed, marking her page, and closing her book. “So, you play Dungeons and Dragons? Here?” she asked, crossing her legs. Eddie smiled and nodded, “Yep! We have a club and everything. You should join up, Hellfire always needs new players,” he said. Y/n shook her head quickly, a little embarrassed to explain her reasoning behind why she doesn’t play.

Eddie glanced at Robin, who was very entertained by Eddie’s attempt to flirt. “I’d be better at spectating. I always wanted to see Eddie play a fairy princess,” Robin joked, pretending to swoon. Eddie stuck his tongue out at her, earning a giggle from both girls.

Y/n smiled, sighing in relief now that it seemed they’d dropped the subject. Of course, it was too good to be true, because Eddie and Robin both poked at her arms, prying the answer out of her. “Okay, okay!” Y/n laughed, “I just don’t play it because I-I just don’t know how!” she lied, “A-and I never had time to learn.” Robin seemed to take that as a good enough reason, but Eddie could tell she was lying. He wouldn’t bring it up in front of Robin, but he was definitely going to ask when they went out. Not, like, go out, go out. Just going out! As friends! That’s all! He just laughed off his nervous thoughts and feelings so the other two could change the subject that obviously made Y/n a little uncomfortable.

Once class ended, Eddie gave Y/n a hug and a kiss on the head, telling her to meet him in the back parking lot after school before waltzing off to his locker. Robin smirked to herself, leaning against the lockers next to Y/n’s as the dark-haired girl rifled through hers.

“So, when are you gonna ask out Munson?” she asked casually.

Y/n inhaled sharply, bonking her head on the locker door as she pulled out swiftly. “What?” Y/n gasped. “When are you going to ask Eddie out?” Robin asked again. Y/n shook her head, closing her locker and starting to lunch.

“What are you talking about, crazy lady?” Y/n scoffed, “Oh, come on! It’s so obvious you like each other! You’ve only known each other for, what? Three days? And you’re already cuddled up like a gross married couple,” Robin gagged. Y/n smirked, “Jealous, Buckley?” she jested. Robin flushed red and shoved her shoulder with a laugh. Y/n giggled, linking their arms together and entering lunch.

If school got any more mundane, Y/n was gonna kill herself. All she enjoyed about it was her friends, flirting with Eddie, and making fun of the boys in gym with Robin. And the weekend came too fast. Sure, she could always make plans, but she was lazy and hated being the first to ask to hang out. Y/n yawned as she stepped out into the afternoon daylight and met Billy at his car.

“Hey, man. I’m gonna hang out with a friend today, so I’m riding with them. I don’t know when I’ll be home, but I’ll call my mom later. So… see ya!” she said before trying to walk away.

Billy grabbed her arm like he did the day before, causing her to wince when he pressed hard into the bruises he left. He yanked her forward, nearly knocking her over so he could look taller. “Is it that freak again?” Billy growled. Y/n sighed, pulling her arm away and standing straight.

If he doesn’t back off, she may lose it. “Like I said to your boyfriend before: it’s none of your fucking business who I hang out with! But if you absolutely have to know, yes it is Eddie. And no, I won’t be coming home just because you gave me a hard time!” she replied, poking his shoulder.

Billy clenched his jaw, glaring harshly at the girl. “Didn’t I tell you before to stay away from him?” he sighed. Y/n rolled her eyes, “And haven’t I told you multiple times now that I’m going to do what I want?” she snapped.

Billy narrowed his eyes at her. Another thing he hated about Y/n... She wasn't afraid of him. She is older, and all he really had over her was strength. Something she loved to remind him about almost daily.

“I don’t know if Tommy relayed my message from earlier, but I’ll just tell you myself. If you don’t stop trying to tell me what to do, and who I can and can’t hang out with? I’m not going to be very happy. And I’m not afraid to squeal to your dad that you’re being a pain in my ass. I don’t know what made you think that it’s okay to act a fool and try and go after me and Max, but it’s not. I don’t care that your daddy beats you. Not my problem. Don’t take it out on me, got me?” Y/n said, fed up with his bullshit. Billy rolled his eyes, muttering a whatever.

Y/n smiled a sickeningly sweet grin, pat his cheek, and walked to the back parking lot where Eddie waited in his van. She pulled open the sliding side door to throw her bag in, then hopped in the front seat.

“Hey sweetheart, you ready?” Eddie asked, leaned on the steering wheel. Y/n grinned, “Ready as I can be, darling.”

Eddie smiled, his cheeks burning red before driving off school property. “So, where are we headed?” Y/n asked, rifling through his tapes, and wiggling around in her seat. Eddie smiled and shrugged, pretending not to know where he was taking her as she put a Motörhead tape on.

“Nooerrr…” Y/n whined, putting on a fake accent.

“You can’t bring me out to the middle of nowhere… tell me!” she groaned, shaking his arm. “You’ll see! You’ll see!” Eddie laughed. Y/n huffed, pouting like a child in her seat. “Aww… pitiful,” Eddie cooed, pinching her cheek. Y/n spluttered, swatting his hand away, “I’m no longer speaking to you, boy,” she said, turning up her nose and looking out the window. Eddie snorted, turning up the music a little.

Y/n smiled, leaning her chin on her hand, and humming along. “So, I know we’re not speaking, but I was thinking we get pizza and head back to mine? Or- an-anywhere is fine, really!” Eddie laughed nervously.

Y/n smiled and hummed while pretending to have to think about it. “I guess…” she drew out. Eddie rolled his eyes with a smile, “You’re gonna kill me one day, I swear to God…” he chuckled. Y/n giggled, patting his shoulder comfortingly. She squinted, seeing they were coming up on a couple of stores and restaurants.

Upon seeing it, she gasped, “Are we going there?!” Eddie laughed and nodded, stopping at the four ways stop before the shopping plaza. Y/n grinned brightly, the glowing Pizza Hut sign already making her mouth water. “Ugh! You know me so well already!” she groaned, laying back in her seat. Eddie laughed, tapping his hands on the steering wheel nervously. “Well, Pizza Hut’s my favorite pizza place. And my mom used to bring me to this one all the time so…” he trailed off.

Y/n, picking up on his change in demeanor, poked his arm and nodded towards the restaurant. Eddie smiled weakly, getting out of the van with Y/n right by him. “I won’t ask, so you don’t have to tell me.” She said, grabbing his hand. Eddie squeezed her hand, looking at her confused, “What?” he laughed. “Your mom… I won’t ask, so you don’t have to tell me. We just met. You don’t have to share everything with a stranger,” Y/n shrugged, swinging the door open.

Eddie stopped, his combat boots scuffing on the cement. He stared at her wide-eyed. His surprised stare made his puppy dog eyes look even bigger than usual. “W-why would you say that?” he asked quietly. Y/n smiled, “Because. I don’t like talking about my dad, I figure you wouldn’t wanna talk about your mom to a random chick,” she shrugged, “Don’t worry about it, Eddie. I already dropped it.” She offered her hand to him and glanced at the van.

She was giving him an out. “Fuck, I’m in love with you,” Eddie breathed with a smile before he grabbed her hand, locked the van, and walked inside

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[bienmoreau]

Saw you answer someone else about being added to the soup bear waitlist. I didn't know that was a thing. I've been waiting a year for it to open up (not saying OMG HDU, more omg, I'm so dumb and should have asked sooner 🤦‍♀️). I've been following you for forever (since whenever my BFF reblogged soup bear and expressed an interest in it, so I've wanted to get it for him as a surprise). I'm just so lucky our interests cross over, so it's been an absolute pleasure to watch the other stuff on your blog in the interim. You're awesome!

HULLOO!!

I think I already added you to it because of your expression of interest way back! My first list was fairly informal as it would just be a case of me DMing people to see if they were actually interested. Now it's more of a clear people have to ask to be added specifically. But I definitely think I remember writing your URL down! 😁

If I did then you'd probably be coming up in the next wave or the one after but I don't have a clear idea of when I'll have the time to make more yet! I'll check if you are and if not I'll add you for sure!

Otherwise I'm very glad you've been enjoying following my blog in the meantime!!

🐻💕

[jupiterdrabbles]

Did You Ruin Me? (Or Was it the Weather)

Chapter Three - Meeting

Word Count: 1k~

Rating: Teen

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Warnings: Mentions of violence, Techno’s voices, lack of control.

Pairings: Philza/Reader, Technoblade/Reader

If there’s anything Techno had expected to happen today, it surely wasn’t this.

He had awoken with a crick in his neck from passing out over his map, its level of detail now nearly maddening as he stared down at it. He had also felt near lava-hot, a skin-prickling sensation that traveled across the surface and caused beads of sweat to form at his forehead. Maybe he had a fever?

technosick crab rave

TECHNO HULLOO

yo dadza’s like five min from your place get ready

Techno winced at the sudden loudness of the voices, but then furrowed his brow. He hadn’t known Phil was coming to visit, and surely the man would have pinged him on the communicator if it was short notice. Speaking of the device, Techno was quick to unclip it from his belt loop and switch on the power button, frowning when an angry LOW BATTERY flashed before him. He dismissed the message, and read through the pings.

(Awesamdude): hey hi does anyone have a couple stacks of spare cobble

(BadBoyHalo): Of course! Stop by the egg and I’ll give you some! :)

(Awesamdude): ,,,you know what nevermind

The piglin scoffed, scrolling with a certain looseness. Much of the messages were like this, friendly conversation and asking for favors and things he did not need to see at the moment. Chat began to grow restless, urging him out of bed and pushing him to go be productive. He waved them off, and kept scrolling through.

Ph1LzA whispered to you: hey tech im otw. No notice sorry, it’s an emergency. Keep your face covered.

What?

Techno hurriedly shoved the charging chord into the communicator and pulled himself out of bed. Cover your face- what did that mean? He buttoned up his shirt and pulled on his boots, strapping his cloak over his shoulders and looking for his gear. This was the first time in a while he had felt genuinely panicked.

outside outside look look look

“God, not now Chat! Can’t you see I’m-” Techno’s words died in his throat as his head snapped to peer out the window. He felt his face grow slack with the shock. “...busy.”

Outside and downstairs was Phil, tying up the lead of his horse to the fencepost that held up the stable. He looked to be having a bit of trouble as he was only tying it with one hand, and then the piglin noticed what- or who he was holding onto with his left arm.

Techno had met you before, once. Before L’manberg turned to be a crater in the earth. You were visiting Phil, but had your back turned to Techno and he might have thought you were someone breaking into his friend’s house. So when his axe swung around quickly to meet your neck, he had been surprised at Phil’s call of worry and defense.

“They’re a friend, Tech! Put your- dammit, just put your axe away!” He had cried, and Techno looked at him with confusion in his eyes, but slowly withdrew the weapon from your throat. And then, unexpectedly, you had begun to laugh. You forgave him as you turned around, giggles still bubbling from the throat he had nearly just cut open. Your laugh sounded like bells, Techno had thought, and put you into the back of his mind. He didn’t trust you, per say, but he realized that a friend of Phil’s is an ally to him. Besides, he had bigger tasks at hand, he couldn’t spend time worrying about you or how addicting your laugh was.

Well, look where that idea got him.

Techno grabbed a bandana from the chest behind him and held it to his face before tearing out the door, a new-found worry overtaking him. The closer he got to the pair, the more a distinct haze began to grow around his mind. His vision tunneled and he felt all his focus go onto you. You looked feverish, what little skin he could see of your face was flushed and sweaty despite the frigid temperatures of the tundra. Phil looked up and his eyes widened, hand outstretched to the Piglin as if to keep him at a distance.

Yeah, right.

He grabbed onto your shoulder and pulled you from Phil’s hold, a fierce protectiveness overtaking him. He heard Phil shout at him not to hurt you, kill you, whatever he thought Techno was about to try, but the blond saw the way Techno’s face dived into the crook of your neck, pulling your head to the side by your hair and taking a ragged breath. Philza stood stone-still, and watched the way Techno sunk to his knees. He held you like a lifeline, fingers digging into your shirt and taking greedy gulps of air. The smell of lemon and raspberries flooded Phil’s pallet as he took a step back. Techno was scenting you, he realized, memorizing as much as he could before he had to let you go. You didn’t seem to mind by the way a purr rolled itself from your chest.

Phil sighed, helping Techno to his feet. When the piglin thought he was trying to take the omega from him, he snapped his tusks at the blond and scooped you into his arms. Techno stormed back into the cottage, huffing as he did so. Phil followed close behind, watching as Techno took you up the ladder on his back and was quick to swaddle you in blankets and soft down before settling you onto the mattress. He passed out himself not long after, head thudding back against the bed from where he sat on the floor. Phil only smiled, and made his way back to the ground floor. He grabbed a pail of water and lit the fire in the hearth, trying to get a meal going before his communicator beeped menacingly at him.

Dream whispered to you: why the fuck is there an omega in my server

The blond rubbed his temples. This was going to be a very long month.

[mizunetzu]

hulloo〜 can I request an Akaashi x Reader of Akaashi secretly slipping in and out of club time to meet with their crush/girlfriend who happens to be on the cheer team or the girl's vb team. Then one day one of the members like Konoha pointed it out so they all kinda stalked Akaashi to see what he's been up to huehuehuehue thankchu sorry if my request was kinda weird 🥺🥺 -Ally

Aaaahh sorry this took so long!! While I was writing I got another request, so I started writing this one and the other one at the same time ripppp. Anyways LMAO enjoy I love you 🥺

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Akaashi x reader - where are you going?

⚠️ warnings - female reader? None

Pronouns - female, she/her

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“Hey hey hey-Where you going akaagjnshi?”

The black haired boy froze in his tracks. Bokuto tipped his head slightly to the side, holding a volleyball he was about to spike. Akaashi gripped his sports bag tighter.

“...I’m going home. My mom needs me to help with dinner.”

It was such a weak, foolish excuse, Akaashi told himself. But knowing Bokuto, it would suffice.

Bokutos smile quickly returned to his face. “Ah! You should’ve just said so! Tell your mom I said hi!”

“I will,” Akaashi said, dipping out of the gym quietly. Bokuto paid no attention to the small blush Akaashi was harboring, along with the few beads of sweat running down his temple.

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“You’re gonna be late, aakkaggshi?”

“Yes, I...my teacher wanted to review a lesson I didn’t really understand. I can come to practice a bit late though.”

Another dumb excuse. But bokutos stupidly wide grin assured him it worked everytime. Some part of Akaashi felt bad for lying to Bokuto, but the guilt eventually got buried and lost in all of the “I’m helping my mother with dinner”s and “I have to leave early to study”s.

“All right! Yknow-i can come with you if you wa-“

“NO! I-I mean, you’ll probably just get bored and it’s gonna be quick, no need.” Bokuto blinked. Akaashi almost never got flustered or embarrassed. Was he hiding something?

Eh, probably not.

“O...kay, I’ll see you later dude...?” Bokuto punched Akaashi lightly on the shoulder before leaving. Akaashi sighed heavily, before walking in the opposite direction of the classrooms, into the second gym.

Weird, Bokuto thought. That’s the girls volleyball gym.

I wonder why his teacher wants to meet him there?

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“I’m leaving early, Bokuto-San.”

“Ah-is it you’re mom again?? You must be a really good cook or something, if she always wants you to make dinner.”

“Yeah. I’m going now, goodbye.”

“Bye, ajdjsfjdksjfdjkahshi!”

Bokuto waved absentmindedly at the retreating boy. It’s been happening every other day, so he kind of got used to him leaving early or showing up a few minutes late.

“Oi captain-don’t you think it’s weird that Akaashis always leaving practice early?” Sarukui but in, watching Akaashi as he hunched over, practically tip toeing out the door.

“Yeah-why does he get to cut practice but we have to stay the whole time?” Kohona joined in, resting a hand on Bokutos shoulder. Bokuto brought a finger to his chin.

“Well-“ Bokuto gestured towards the door. “His mom is always telling him to come home.”

“Why?”

“To...make dinner?” Bokuto said, matter-of-factly.

Sarukui and Kohona stared at their captain like he’d cut off his own hand. “You can’t be serious Bokuto,”

“I am!”

“Wha-What about the times he shows up to practice late??”

“That’s easy,” Bokuto clasped his hands together. “He says his teacher wants him to stay behind to teach him stuff.”

“...”

“Bokuto...” Kohona deadpanned. “Akaashis in class six-he’s a straight A student.”

Bokuto furrowed his eyebrows. “Well, I-I haven’t thought about tha-“

“And Akaashis mom loves to cook-why would she make him do it?”

“Well...” Bokuto choked out, voice cracking a bit. “I did find it strange that he took his extra classes in the 2nd gym...”

Kohona and Sarukui looked at eachother. “....Isn’t that where the girls volleyball practice goes on?”

They all stood in silence for a few beats. Bokuto squinted his eyes and knitted his brows together. He still didn’t know what was going on.

A light went off in Kohona and Sarukui heads, gasping lightly with a faint blush spread across their faces. Bokuto tilted his head, confused.

“You don’t think he...” Kohona mused, unable to suppress the mischievous smirk growing on his face.

“Akaashi you sly dog.” Sarukui and Kohona shared a knowing smirk between eachother, while Bokuto scratches his neck awkwardly.

“Uh-“

“Bokuto-captain-buddyyyyy....” Sarukui sung. “Can me and Kohona leave practice early tomorrow? Around when akaashi does? We’ll let you come toooooo~”

Ah yes, the power of friendship. How could Bokuto refuse.

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“I’m heading home, Bokuto-San.”

“Dinner again?”

“...yes.”

“Oh! Can me, Sarukui and Kohona come t-“

A foot was firmly jabbed into Bokutos, earning a yelp from the grey haired boy. Akaashi looked at Kohona strangely as Sarukui put a hand around Bokutos shoulders.

“Don’t mind Bokuto, dude. Tell your mom we said hi~”

Akaashi blinked, suspicious. “Al....right..” he waved it off as them probably going to do something perverted or stupid while he was gone and slung his volleyball bag on his shoulders. “Goodbye then.”

The two chorused out a farewell as Bokuto whimpered in pain and betrayal.

“Tail him.”

“I know I know-let’s go Bokuto,” Sarukui grabbed Bokuto by the sleeve of his shirt, dragging him out while they kept a safe distance from Akaashi.

“So he WAS going to the girls gym!” Kohona smirked. Akaashi briskly speedwalked to the entrance of the second gym, dusting off any dirt on his volleyball shirt and fixing his already pretty short hair.

The three ducked behind the wall of the gym, dashing towards it when Akaashi turned his back. “What’s he doing! He’s just standing there!”

Sure enough, Akaashi was standing idly a few feet from the door of the gym, seemingly waiting for something or someone. He messed with his fingers and tapped his foot anxiously, even though his face was completely calm and relaxed.

After what seemed like forever, the door of the gym opened ever so slightly, wide enough only for someone to slip though. Akaashis face lit up (even though he still held his neutral gaze) and he quickly let go of his own hands, letting them drop to his side. Bokuto and Kohona gasped, while Sarukuis face held a knowing, shit eating grin.

Standing in front of Akaashi was a girl wearing the girls fukurodani volleyball jacket, holding a volleyball in her hands. She hazily tossed the ball back into the gym, before enveloping Akaashi into a hug.

Akaashi tentatively wrapped his arms around her waist. It looked like they were saying something to eachother, but Sarukui and Kohona couldn’t make out the words from their distance.

“Who would’ve thought Akaashi had a girlfriend...” Sarukui mumbled, eyes glued to the scene infront of them.

“Well-i thought Bokuto would’ve known-Bokuto?” Kohona turned to where Bokuto was standing, to see that he had disappeared. The two boys went pale.

“Oh no...” Sarukui broke into a cold sweat as he saw their loud was captian strutting towards them.

“Bokuto! You dumbass! Get back here!” Kohona whisper yelled, flailing his arms to try and grab Bokutos attention. It was too late. Akaashi and the girl took sight of him. Akaashi looked like a deer in headlights, while the girl looked at Bokuto with a nervous smile.

“Hey hey hey! Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend Akkaggshi!” Akaashi said nothing, instead tightening his hold on his (h/c)-haired girlfriend.

Kohona and Sarukui sighed and stepped out from their hiding spot. Well-it’s not really a hiding spot if you aren’t hiding from something anymore.

“Who’s the girl Akaashi?” Kohona said, smirking at the (h/c) haired person next to Akaashi. She stepped forward.

“I’m (L/n) (y/n), nice to meet you.” (Y/n) said. Akaashi deflated, embarrassed.

“(Y/n) please-“

“AWWW-you guys are on a first name basis?! How CUTE~!!” Kohona made goo-goo eyes at Akaashi, while Sarukui held up a heart with his fingers. Bokuto whipped his arm around Akaashi, making him stumble back slightly while he yelled things like “hey hey hey!” Or “my man bro alasshshshi!”

Akaashi looked eyes with (y/n), practically pleading for help with his eyes while containing the last embers of his neutral collected gaze. (Y/n) just laughed and booped him on the nose.

“They seem like nice people-why didn’t you introduce me to your team before?” Akaashi freed himself from Bokutos grip.

“We’re gonna be late-let’s go-“ Akaashi linked arms with (y/n) and tried to speed walk away. (Y/n) planted her feet firm and smirked.

“Noo I wanna meet your friends Keiji-Chan~”

“OOHHH SHE CALLED HIM KEIJI-CHAN KOHONA THEIR PRACTICALLY MARRIED NOW-“

“Shut up, please” Akaashi begged, then sighed. “Okay, (Y/n), that’s Sarukui, that’s Kohona, and that’s Bokuto-San.” Akaashi gestured to each of the boys standing around them.

“Now that your well acquainted, can we please get goin-“

Akaashis pleads were lost in the sound of questions and conversations being flung at them. (Well-mostly (y/n) )

goddamnit.

After what seemed like forever, (y/n) pried herself from the volleyball players and interlocked her fingers with akaashis. “Okaaaay, lets go” she said with a chuckle.

“Finally...” thank the heavens.

“Where you guys going?” Bokuto asked. (Y/n) glanced to Akaashi for approval. Akaashi nodded.

“We’re going to grab some dinner at this one place, we do it every Thursdays.”

“Oh! Oh! Can we come??” Bokuto cheered. He looked like a puppy clinging to akaashis side. The boy deadpanned while (y/n) laughed internally.

“But-we-“

“Sure! Let’s go!” (Y/n) said, looking straight into Akaashis wilting eyes. The boys clamored past him, heading out of the school to wherever they were going. Akaashi just wanted some alone time after practice with his girlfriend, but now he has to take care of the people he was trying to get away from. Fuck.

“Oh! And, Akaashi?” Kohona said, stopping in his tracks and looking back at Akaashi. He had his feet planted into the ground with a devastated look on his face.

“That’s what you get for skipping practice so much.”

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[clairvxyxnt]

“ i didn’t know you knew where i lived. ”- warrioroflondonbelow (hulloo there! I hope its alright that I send this? :> )

@warrioroflondonbelow | From HERE

“I would LOVE to take the credit, but in truth I just looked you up through the telephone directory.” It certainly hadn’t been her first time tracking someone down that way - in fact, in recent years she felt she had become quite the expert at such a thing.                                                                                        It came with the job, after all. 

“You left this after you came to our guest lecture,” Lorraine offered the notebook out with a rosary draped hand, “I thought you might want it back. It feels important.” 

She hadn’t read it, not willing to go to such an invasion of privacy, but as soon as her hand touched the book Lorraine had been hit with a wave of emotion. The kind that came with family pictures and old school uniforms, wrapping paper on boxing day morning as you took out the trash - a vivid moment, hanging in the air and in your mind, that unadulterated happiness that came with the treasured times. 

“You really should be more careful with it next time, Mr. Mayhew.” 

[owlswhisper]

Rage Against The Dying of The Light 1/2

Hulloo to whoever reads this! Haven’t written in a while so yeah... Rusty brain and fingers. Little fic for Mad Sweeney of American Gods because...well I am not happy with what happened.

So briefly after S2e7. Hope you like it.

Sweeney’s grasp on his memory was fleeting and very momentary. These last couple days have been a little more trying for the Leprechaun. Banshees, he was saying. Calling to moments of death. He wasn’t sure whose, but an unsettling feeling had him guessing that if he wasn’t in the spotlight, he wouldn’t be far from it.

And his mind of course decided it was the time for blotchy reminiscing, threats from a life long gone, and melancholy’s hollow embrace. All of which just pointed shamefully at his present conditions.

He was slipping. The lack of his lucky coin wasn’t helping the situation either.

By some happy coincidence however his conversation with Shadow Moon seemed to have unsettled said man, to the point where he was willing to bring Sweeney to see a particular group of people he had met briefly in Wednesday’s vicinity. They caught Laura on the way out, and after a brief explanation of the situation, ended up tagging along.

Shadow explained that some of these people could look into the memory of things, as well as other unusual skills. Memories of elements organic or not, and perhaps this could help Sweeney out and get a better grasp of himself.

The drive there was silent. Tendrils of tension could almost be plucked in the air. No one was quite sure what to expect. Sweeney only agreed because Shadow convinced him there was nothing to lose, and it was the only way for him to drop it and shut up.

As they got closer to their objective though, Sweeney of course started complaining, muttering under his breath about the futility of it all, and the stubbornness of going against the inevitable.

“Will you shut up and give it a try?” Laura interrupted him as they stepped out of the car. He muttered a last few words under his breath before lighting a cigarette.

The bungalow was of moderate size, wooden and old. Moss grew up the darkened planks and a warm light radiated from behind thick cream-coloured curtains. Distant voices could be vaguely heard. Neither of the men stepped up, leaving Laura to sigh audibly and knock on the door instead of either awkward coward behind her.

The voices stopped. A moment passed before the door slightly opened to show a sturdy round face with dark eyes peering suspiciously out at them.

“We’re here for the seer” announced Laura in a bored tone. “What do you want with her” the face asked, eyeing each of them in turn. Laura looked back at the Irishman who seemed to think looking away would exclude him from the present situation, “For her to see someone who needs answers”, she finished looking back at the door-keeper. “Do you have payment?” came the gruff response.

Sweeney grumbled with as much enthusiasm before cutting in, “Aye, ye’ll get what ye want. Let’s just get this bloody thing done with”, he pushed his way past Laura and through the door.

The woman who was behind backed up, placing herself squarely between the newcomers and the rest of her group sitting around the table. Incidentally they all looked up observing curiously, a mug in their hands.

“So which one of you would be the seer?” Sweeney asked flatly, looking down at the three women around the table. The smaller one, closest to them, gave a quick glance at all the faces around the room before finishing on the Irishman, green eyes alight with curiosity, “that would be me” she exclaimed with little to no emotion. A moment passed where no one seemed ready to move or speak. A small smile creeped up the lips of the seer, “come on then. Have a seat. I won’t bite unless you ask me to big guy” she gestured towards a chair with a kind smile.

Sweeney scoffed with a pinched smirk before making his way over and folding up his body into the chair. The seer looked him up and down, clearly a little impressed by his size. Shadow and Laura looked a little uncomfortable before the door lady gestured them towards a small couch at the back of the room, “care for something to drink” she asked with her eternal grumbling tone. The two visitors declined, preferring to sit and observe.

“So what do you want to know?” the seer asked, this time with a little wariness as she studied the redhead’s face. He studied her right back before simply saying, “Whatever ye can see”. Her eyes softened somewhat at that. Empathy was something that plagued her actively, regardless of whether she chose or not.

The seer extended a hand towards him, waiting for his move. Sweeney suddenly looked suspicious, “no stupid tricks. Or dead girl over there will tear you all up and keep yer skin for her own use”. The two remaining women at the table looked at one another with an amused smirk. The door-keeper just frowned with distaste before looking over at the girl in question.

“No tricks” the seer simply responded in a low voice, eyes dulled to a shy glimmer. Sweeney gave a heavy sigh, glanced at his companions before landing a heavy hand in the small woman’s.

She placed their hands more comfortably, then let her gaze go out of focus.

Reading a person or an object’s history felt a little like opening sensorial floodgates. She could choose the intensity of the flow, and if undisturbed navigate it at will. Streams varied in emotional density, making them sometimes hard to stomach, or so insignificant she’d have to slow to a crawl to really take them in. Depending on how much she wanted to see as well, she could “speed-watch” or pluck every moment, every emotion, every impression, and every sense. It was like stepping and being within the stream, plucking tendrils and moving them about.

She expected the flow to be more intense, and indeed harder to navigate than most, him being a god or as good as. And so, she opened the link.

This however, was not the case with Mad Sweeney.

She opened the gates, and there was a moment of absolute nothingness. Like when a vertically thrown object reaches its pinnacle and has that moment in suspension before going back into motion. She felt stuck in that momentum, holding her breath.

And then it happened. Too fast for her to react properly.

No flow rushed out to meet her, no. She fell through. A vertiginous drop in utter darkness. Her insides felt like they were crunching in on themselves from the height.

And then she saw it. The ages rose in great waves about her. Millennias, centuries, decades, years, seasons, months, weeks, days, and moments. The emotions through it all came tearing through her chest like knife through rice-paper. All the pains, the joys, the love, the hate, the hope, the fear.

She drowned.

What brief, gasping moments she had to attempt bending the currents to her will were fruitless. They would not answer to her. They were slippery, and untouchable. Like attempting to catch the wind without the power to bend it. She could only spectate, and relive his most expansive life.

The start of it. Oh, the start! They did not call him The Shining One without reason. Magnificence could not have been given truer form. A God King indeed. The seer basked in his existence, his craftiness, wisdom and greatness. His distant light shone into her very self and warmed some long lost places of her own being.

Just as quickly, the era went by. His family stepped onto stage only for the scene to suddenly stutter and choke. The curse of madness. This was what prevented her grasp on his story. This is where the longer pains of existence stretched through his mind. The centuries that rolled by. The dwindling of his name and folk. The gradual fracturing of himself. A light dimmed by modernisation. Her heart ached, and broke at the happening. Drowning in his story didn’t cut out her breath nearly as much as the story itself. Tears traced a path down her cheeks, and a scream tore itself from her throat.

There had been so much light. So much warmth.

All that remained was a distant echo of a light at the back of a worn cave. A flicker of hope.

Her mortality shivered in the face of this life.

She cried at its loss.

She cried for what was robbed from this world.

She cried for what he was robbed of.

The last of his events engulfed her, a tenacious blanket, yet lighter, so very much lighter than everything before that. A weariness leaded his chest.

The signs of his final moments approaching. The dying of the light. The pain in her chest redoubled. Her breath fell short, or stopped, she didn’t know anymore. He wouldn’t have much longer. Not in his current state.

                                       *  *  *

She opened her eyes to both her hands gripping onto his arm for dear life, speckled with teardrops. A normal session would last a few minutes at most. She had been sitting there with him for 15.

She looked up into his eyes, sorrow and endearment aplenty in hers, worry and pain in his. He had been there with her. He saw, and he lived again. He looked pale. Watery eyes searching for some solace or meaning in hers.

He tore his gaze away and looked to the floor. A barely breathed “thank you” was whispered from his lips, and his other hand stretched above the table to drop some coins out of thin air.

He took a moment to gather himself, and stood, eyes avoiding all others before heading towards the door. His companions were already up and ready to follow.

The seer’s heart sank. The loss of the light, was debilitating her. ‘Unless given a fighting chance’ a thought seemed to supply from somewhere within.

And just like that the answer surfaced.

“Sweeney” she called on a breath, as she got up and turned to him. The man in question turned his pained gaze back, waiting her words.

None came. Instead, she grabbed his jacket, pulled him down and pressed her lips to his, hands then moving to the sides of his face. A pulse went through the both of them, and she let go, something lighter in her eyes now. “Be safe” was all she breathed to him, before watching them leave in silence, confusion and surprise on everyone’s faces.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

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[thepartsyoullneversee]

So today I had ma first proper fucked up thing happen with drugs that has actually scared me a wee bit but obviously no that much since I’ll be oot my wee banger again in 4 days time but aye, anywho, so we were all seshin over the weekend n it got tae Sunday everyone’s dying aff slowly but surely making their way hame so I thought to masel fuck it git yer arse in gear an git yersel in a 10 minute taxi up the road, after all I was the last man standing, as per usual. So books the taxi n goes about gettin ma shit together and ma nose starts to get itchy.. my eye catches the plate on the table with what can only be described as the mother fuckin daddy slugs of all slugs that I’d previously thought would make a good el night cap.

My phone buzzes - the taxis outside.

Everythings packed, only thing empty is my nose and my baggy and wallet if I had tae leave this phenomenal Special K on the plate to waste so like any other cunt, I hunkered doon, squared up the slug wae ma el school Reilly’s pool hall card, picked up the straw and after 6 full whack snorts it was finally all gone. Nae mare..all I had to do was get masel fae the front door tae the taxi and oot the other side. Oh I fuckin made it right into that taxi right but that’s where the story begings my friend. That’s where it all properly begins…

So it’s yer usual chat where ye goin? How ye dain? And so on right so a tell him where am goin and he’s still talkin away n I’m sat there thinking tae masel it’s takin me fuckin ages to answer masel in ma own heed tae the point a was near stoppin n start goin fuckin backwards let alone process anything this guy’s sayin to me. Aw a want is ma bed and ma burd fur a cuddle eae a big fat spliff y'know? So aye I’m no even in the car 2 minutes - like we are literally aboot 5 streets away from the hoose he picked me up at and still another 3.4 miles tae the destination tae go - and aw I can feel masel starting to phase right oot so a take oot ma phone n open up ma camera - fuck knows why.

Then the next thing I know I see the polis station tae ma left which is about 2 miles away fae ma hoose where he was supposed to drap me aff and the taxi drivers geein it he’s takin me to the polis station. Now bare in mind I’ve absolutely nae clue what’s happened and why or how long I’d been in his motor for so I start trying tae ask why he’s takin me tae the polis station when he knew the address I was going tae, I have more than enough cash on me tae cover the journey cause its never any mare than £7 for the 10/15 minute journey so wit the fuck happened in the last roughly 30 minutes to make him take me tae the polis rather than ma ain hoose. So trying to figure it oot whilst tryin tae find words fae somewhere tae ask wit was goin oan and fuck knows where fae a tell ye, but I managed tae find and get oot 3 words tae him “why the polis?” while waving two tenner notes tae him like hulloo av goat yer money wits the issue? It’s only 7 quid av goat 20 here? Taxi driver pulls up ootside the station, turns the engine aff takes aff his seatbelt n turns n looks at me n goes

“Hi hen welcome back don’t worry yer no in any harm or anythin you just got in the motor n ye completely spaced oot. Ye couldny string a sentence the gither n couldny even tell me yer name. Ye awrite? Wit did ye take? A took ye tae the drap aff address but when I asked ye for the cash ye just sat startin at yer hons like ye had nothin so ye couldny pay the fair n ye wur in absolutely nae fit state to be papped oot at a door step that I didny even know if ye had keys intae or that so I thought I would drive slowly round the long way fae the drap aff address tae the polis station tae gee ye time tae come round before we made any decisions and thankfully ye have y'know hen. Ye had me a bit worried so ye did.”

Noo am literally still phasing in n oot tryin tae take in everythin this blokes sayin and in ma ain heed tryin tae figure oot wit the fucks went oan but slowly but surely I pull words fae ma arse n still speaking slower than Steven Hawkins did, I start tae proper apologise tae the guy lit mate am so so fuckin sorry man I thought I woulda made it back tae the flat in time. Obviously that wisny the case here but i dae have yer money I have mare than enough look…See?? Can ye please just take me hame am aw good like I just need ma scratcher y'know? Thats if ye’ll still have me of course?“

Taxi driver gees it the whack a questions one by one like he’s been here done it aw before

Him: "Right so ye know yer no in any harm or that aye? ” Me: “aye”

Him: “And ye have came back too a wee bit noo aye?” Me: “Aye”

Him: “ And ye just wanty go hame n ye’ve definitely goat keys tae get intae the hoose aye?” Me: “Aye, that’s right aye please if ye could buddy.”

Him “Right hen just you take yer time n comin back round I’ll get ye up the road the noo. So what did ye take if ye dont mind me askin?”

Me: “awh driver am so sorry bud I really am. I eh took some gold ol Special K before I go in the motor”

Him: “Awh fur fuck sake hen. Ye need to watch yersel with these things noo a days. Ye dunno what yer gettin”

Me: “awk it was definitely ket got a good guy fur it y'know? Was just really fuckin bangin and was a big daddy slugger line I took”

Him: “aye hen I’ve had a few ae them masel yer that used tae such good shit that yer surprised it could be even better than usual y'know?”

Me: “Exactly mate. Exactly. Here mate thank you so much for being so reasonable n puttin up wae ma shit I hope I wisny a cunt or anythin tae you I’m so fuckin sorry if I was”

Him: “ naw hen ye were awrite honestly was just worried aboot ye. I seen yer wee eyebaws flicker when I first mentioned the polis I could see that wis the thing that if anything it would be the thing that would get ye back tae normality so I just kept sayin it to ye on the way to the polis station so ye knew wit was happenin and where ye were goin but yer aw good noo yer almost hame ye can get in tae yer pit n right intae la la Land.”

After aboot 10 minutes of back and forth chat and what felt like the fuckin worlds most longest taxi journey I was finally back at the original drap aff address. My ain hoose. Driver then stated the damage £14.50 for the near 9 mile trip round a part of Glesga - that's a 12 minute journey turned into a 40 minute journey so obviously I handed him the £20 n telt him tae keep the change for being such a fuckin true decent human being n a proper gentleman towards a young lassie alone in a vulnerable, albeit self inflicted state.

Might no be a lot of cash I gave him extra but am no minted n it wis aw I had oan me cause well let’s face it this stories aboot basically traveling another completely fantasy world/planet in the comfort of a Glesga Hampden taxi on St Paddy’s weekend.

Before I get oot the motor he makes me look out my keys so I know where they are. Make sure I have ma phone and any wallets or money too and lastly but no least tae look after masel and please don’t ever take ket before gettin in a taxi again cause that was fuckin scary hen. Everywan needs their blow oots but just be careful awrite? I’m glad yer awrite noo so goan get intae yer hoose feed yer animals and git tae yer bed and have a big spliff"

Me: “I canny thank ye enough driver yer a life saver and that is literally the case the day. You saved my life. I could have got intae any motor. It could have been any cunt driving the motor and bmmpphh before ye know it people are looking back to where I was last seen rather than lookin forward to where I should be goin yknow? Anyway thank you again man you truly are a legend n shook his hon for like the 50th time and wished him a happy days work an all the best in his future life n that I’ll definitely take this wae me.”

Oot the motor I go and stagger and fumble my way against the wind intae the building, up in the lift n spend a further 20 minutes trying tae get intae ma own hoose cause none ae the keys would fuckin work cause they were aw like marshmallow flumps and just wouldny go intsa the lock to the point I threw a pathetic tantrum and until a recent moment of clarification (I’m still hazy as fuck it’s only been like 7 hours since this happened) I have come to the realization I actually just sobered up enough for the keys to look like keys and tae pick the right key and get the door open before swiftly falling back in tae an unnatural coma state instead of actually “sweet talking” ma keys into one of them to miraculously stop being flumps and in fact be keys and open the door like I thought I had…

Noo am lying in ma bed still hazy as fuck writing aw this oot for absolutely nae reason but tae remind masel an important lesson…

Don’t leave the hoose on ket until yer a bit mare wae it and definitely no after a mother fuckin daddy slug..

Anyways until next time.. 👁️