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💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ TOO SWEET PT. 1 .ᐟ

⤷ leo valdez x fem!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . street racing au

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 946

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . y/n and leo are the queen and king of the shinjuku and shibuya street racing circles, respectively. they meet for the first time at the annual tokyo races to see who's better. (ft. best friend!percy fanboying over racer king!leo + an appearance by passenger princess!leo <3)

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . uhtgufshew tokyo + leo + street racing is such a fever dream for me,, and this one, I wrote bc of my love for leo and fast and furious (esp tokyo drift <3) and I totally based y/n's car off han's from td sue me I love him (: so, enjoy! i'll start working on part 2 soon (:

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

'the next station is . . . shinjuku.'

I was busy icing the bruises on my forearm from last night’s race when my best friend barged into the bathroom without knocking.

“HE’S COMING TODAY, N/N!” he screamed, and giggled like a school girl.

“I could’ve been naked, you know,” I muttered, shutting the first-aid box and shoving it into the cabinet under the sink. “who’s coming?”

“ignis-”

“percy, come on, not this again,” I groaned. “you’ve been fanboying about him for the past 48 hours, and I really just want to sleep. and besides, I really don’t see what the big deal about this guy is.”

“uh, hello? he’s the king of the shibuya street races!” percy exclaimed, following me as I walk out, and flop onto my bed. he stops at the foot of it.

“and the people have crowned me the queen of shinjuku’s. so what?” I asked.

‘ignis’, as the others call him, is someone called leo valdez. and apparently, he’s a pretty good racer.

“look,” I continued, interrupting percy before he started fanboying again, with hearts in his eyes or whatever. “if he’s that good, he can come and beat me at the annual tokyo races.” I declared.

“oh yeah, he probably will,” percy commented. I flung my pillow at his head, and smirked when I found I didn’t miss. “OW!”

“whatever. tell me more about him. what’s he like?”

it was almost as if I asked him to marry leo. and this time, he really did have hearts in his eyes, I fear.

“okay, so supposedly, he builds his own car, like you, and started racing at 17! isn’t that cool? I mean, you did too, but still. it’s cooler when he does it. anyway, he’s locally the undefeated champion of street racing, and oh my god, he drives a 1966 ford gt40, it’s so cool-”

“okayyy, i’ve heard enough. I guess it is going to be fun meeting him at the car meet for the races.” I smirked. “let’s battle it out on the roads, ignis.”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

✮⋆˙ leo’s pov

'the next station is . . . shibuya.'

“jace, how much farther is the hotel?” I asked, knocking my legs onto the dashboard, and crossing them at my ankles. simultaneously, I pulled down my sunglasses.

“relax, passenger princess, just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.” he replied.

jason glanced at piper in the mirror and smiled.

I would never admit it, of course, but it was terrible being so good at one thing and horribly bad at another. honestly, who would ever believe that the king, ignis, had never been in an actual relationship? the one-night stands didn’t count, obviously. I’d never felt anything close to… love.

pondering my status of being single, I fell asleep in jason’s car.

“dude, bro, homie, my man, whatever, WAKE UP, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE-”

“did you… did you carry me into bed, jason grace?” I opened one eye and grinned at him lazily.

“you were sound asleep, even worse than a log. I tried kicking you awake, but it didn’t work, so I had to pick you up, ufortunately.”

“aww, don’t sound so happy.”

“shut up. if you don’t get ready to get to the car meet, we don’t get a ticket to race for the entire next month,” he said.

“what- OH, I forgot about that. one ticket’s enough for all 23 races, right?”

“yeah, i’ll explain the details to you in the car, go get ready, dumbass.”

I grinned. “jason grace is cursing, the world is healing-” a pillow hit my face. “i’m going.”

timeskip

“okay, the serious ones you need to look out for are python, shooting star, and tsunami.”

“shooting star?” I choked on my water. “what-”

“weird name, huh?” a girl chuckled behind me, and I whipped around.

“oh no no no no, i’m sorry- are you shooting star? uh, shit, I apologi-”

“nah, but it was funny seeing you get so flustered, valdez.” she smirked.

“do we… know each other?” I asked, confused. her smirk widened.

“not yet, but real soon,” she said, her smirk never faltering and confidence never wavering. she turned and began walking away, and I stood there, mouth open.

“she’s pretty, but she’s also tsunami,” piper commented. oh.

“who said she’s pretty? I didn’t. did you? I don’t know,” I rambled. whatever. “she’s my competition. she’s just in the way of me and my golden trophy.”

“there’s no trophy, dumbass.” jason reminded me.

“a 700$ cash price is equivalent to a trophy, man,” I corrected him.

“ok, well, listen up. she’s called tsunami for a reason. she’s vicious, takes everyone by surprise at every race, and is the queen of shinjuku’s street racing. and most importantly? she’s never lost a single race.” piper explained. I took in every bit of that info, and filed into a part of my brain labelled ‘dangerous and pretty competition, stay away’.

“what’s her ride, then?” I asked, a little curious.

“1997 mazda rx-7 veilside fortune.”

“damn,” I whistled. before I could find out more about her, the announcer on the stage started talking.

“welcome, racers and audience! today is day 1 of the annual tokyo races! here’s a quick rundown about it, in case you haven’t a clue: starting today, there will be 23 races for 23 days, each race held in a special ward of tokyo. we start here, at shinjuku, and end the 23rd race at shibuya!”

everyone cheered and whistled at the mention of shinjuku and shibuya, the two hubs of tokyo’s street racing.

starting at tsunami’s turf, and ending in mine, huh? this was going to be fun.

tags! — @sunnitheapollokid @puffoz

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neonscandal · 6 months

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So, if you asked to write your top 5 fav characters each from JJK & BNHA, what genre will you put them (or you agree that they should be in shounen)....

My asks are getting funnier. 🥰 As always, thanks for asking, lets dig in.

Look at these knuckleheads.

JJK Top 5

I've seen people make really funny observations about how every character in JJK belongs in a different universe but was shoehorned into a horror battle shonen and it delights me to no end. I'm not sure if Gege Akutami actually penned characters that are typical of other anime genres, in a sense, but do believe we all collectively just want our faves to have better odds of survival. At this point, Gege looks at fan polls like a dead pool. I think a story where characters are so obviously not meant to be there would be hilarious if done intentionally, camp even.

Satoru Gojo - The duality of a man who is "The Strongest" in universe while maintaining a girly pop facade to circumvent feeling othered by his strength? Two of my favorite things about Gojo are that he is 1) traumatized 🤪✨ and 2) down astronomically for the days he spent with Suguru Geto. Put this man in a shonen ai, stat.

Nobara Kugisaki and Maki Zenin - Yuri. I feel like I don't need to explain myself here except to say that I put them as one item on the list because I didn't want a list of 6 (I have so many faves). Both iconic, both bad ass. No notes. On the other hand, I would never want to rob Maki of her revenge story so... grain of salt if she stays in universe.

Kento Nanami - I was going to say "this man wants to be in an office sitcom so bad" but, truthfully, would not find the overdone gags and antics palatable. Nanami deserves to rest at an even, dulcet tempo. Traumatized in his youth, he really only returns to jujutsu because office work is unfulfilling but imagine if he were in an office shojo with a found family that he had to provide for? I'm not saying this anime is particularly good but plop him in something cozy like "The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague" but with the home life of "Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid". He'll work for the money because it provides for someone else, you know? Let him suffer fools in peace.

Yuji Itadori - Sweet baby angel. Yuji follows the "best of both worlds" phenomenon that we see in other horror anime like Chainsaw Man, Tokyo Ghoul and Attack on Titan wherein he is both human and curse (avoiding further spoilers). But his disposition, his resilience, his pure physical prowess before he ever ate Sukuna's finger? Put this boy in a sports anime and let him thrive. While he'd absolutely body in a fighting sport, what if he was plopped into "Blue Lock"? Sports anime with a dash of horror aesthetic. He'd crush while being as upbeat and hilariously chaotic as Bachira.

Suguru Geto - Baby Girl is one of the most compelling villains we have. I'd say across multiple anime, honestly. He's what happens when a good person, someone who aims to be so morally upright, is faced with the reality that being good actually guarantees you nothing. With someone so unwavering, someone who can't live in shades of grey like Gojo, he can't bend. So he breaks. Honestly, it adds a layer of complexity to the overall story where... can we really, as the viewer, fault him? I feel like he wouldn't have this evolution anywhere else and that there's something to be said as to whether Geto was always doomed by the narrative.

There's never not been a good time to celebrate this frame, honestly.

BNHA Top 5

What's cool about BNHA is, it is authentically a shonen manga/anime while subverting a lot of it's tropes. BUT, we see this really interesting progression in the art that drifts into horror. Not aiming to spoil anything that's to come in season 7 (body horror, it's body horror. Bones better come through) but you see the beginning of it with the change in vigilante Deku's appearance. If Horikoshi felt inclined to do a horror anime post-BNHA, I'd definitely read.

Katsuki Bakugo - Hilariously, Bakugo wants to shonen so bad but is actually so damsel in distress/love interest coded that it almost undermines his role as Midoriya's rival. Almost. Shonen, shonen ai, I don't think he's out of place in either.

Shoto Todoroki - Todoroki's entire personality and character arc being so intrinsically linked to his family is honestly so amusing given the universe. Like, people have real life superhero powers but awful parents are very much still a thing. So it's interesting to expose the complexity of their family dynamics in tandem with the overarching story because, in every way, the Todoroki family are very much members of the Have's of BNHA society but they are still hopelessly miserable. TBH he could be in a slice of life just experiencing and resolving family trauma. "Kotaro Lives Alone" comes to mind.

Shouta Aizawa - I would cast Aizawa in "Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan" but he wouldn't have the decency to show up to work without a sleeping bag. I'm not saying it wouldn't look out of place in universe but do better for the kids. Joking. He's honestly both the perfect teacher but also a big ole hypocrite. He condemns Midoriya for his recklessness and self-sacrificing (re: breaking bones to use his quirk) but didn't think twice about hacking off his own leg, logical though it may have been. I know All Might is cast as the quintessential mentor in the shonen dynamic but Aizawa is the real MVP when it comes to mentoring and guiding the Class 1A competently. Shonen all the way.

Izuku Midoriya - I can't say Magical Girl Anime, I can't say Magical Girl anime. I appreciate Midoriya's similarity to eponymous crybaby hero Sailor Moon, tbh. She too was OP and with the fate of the world on her shoulders, just saying. He falls in line with the shonen trope of eating something and powering up (re: JJK, One Piece, Attack on Titan) but has emotional range that is not typically seen in shonen which, honestly I love. He is masculine while still being aggressively expressive (even if he struggles to articulate his feelings). His character and subsequent development is another way that Horikoshi subverts shonen tropes and I can't wait to see how his story wraps up.

Dabi - This crispy piece of bacon is a walking, talking and dancing personification of resolute rage. He is quite literally a vendetta held together by staples. Later chapters especially, he just gets unrelentingly grosser and more unhinged and it's both disgusting and emotional. To be honest, between him and Shigaraki, they are undeniably horror fodder by design. In fact, the reveal that he was a little misogynistic extremist radical was particularly wild of Horikoshi. Like, basically if he hadn't self destructed on that mountain he'd have been some incel plotting violence on the deep dark web? I'm trying to think of what to plop him into (maybe not his charred body but just his general... maliciousness, conviction and extremism). I feel like something horror, psychological with a sprinkle of thriller? What comes to mind is a dark series on my TBR but the name escapes me about a kid getting revenge one by one against sadistic bullies though its unclear where Dabi falls on that spectrum.

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starseeeed · 10 months

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precipice

kitty cat says meow!

wrote something on a03, and i'm postin her here cuz i like the duality (cue sunglasses emoji)

synopsis: levi is ur roomie and ur horny. boom. no character description, purely reader insert. : )

The air outside on a Saturday afternoon is hot and sticky, sun beating down causing a bead of sweat to trickle down your temple. You shut the door with a huff, the same newfound sense of relief as the AC cools your cheeks.

Stomping down the tile hallway, you drop the brown, paper bag onto the kitchen island, reaching up to wipe your brow in one fluid motion.

A sigh leaves you. Not only because of the humidity and pure heat in August, but because of the unshakeable twitch in your gut that simply won’t fade.

All of your laundry is washed, folded, and put away. Dishes scrubbed and dried to perfection. Room vacuumed, sheets anew. You even dusted your blinds. And finally, three painstakingly boring orgasms later did you go get groceries. In your prettiest, sage green sundress. Music blasting from your car to your wireless headphones, twirling about in Trader Joes as you pick up both you and your roommate’s favorite snacks, eyelids twinkling with glitter.

And yet that throbbing tick in your gut won’t leave.

You might as well be a bear, with all of the itch but no good tree in sight to scratch it.

Dating apps are boring, all of your hookups’ phone numbers in the garbage (even the good ones, too). Your vibrator’s highest setting can’t settle you.

The contemplation of taking a risk for a potentially good fuck on Bumble, or Tinder, maybe even Hinge plays on your mind. But the boys are so boring. So abrupt. Annoying. There is nothing to them that relieves that itch in the slightest through the screen of your phone.

And you don’t plan on taking an risks anytime soon.

So your favorite juice, favorite frozen meal (yes, the TJ’s version of Bagel Bites) and a pint of banana pudding ice cream with chocolate sauce on the side to drizzle onto each layer while you watch Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift is your only option left.

The dress stays on. If you’re going to be sexually frustrated while eating and watching the most unrelated sequel, you might as well look like a fairy while doing it.

One can of sparkling seltzer, an opened and displayed plate of off brand Bagel Bites, and one spoon, banana pudding ice cream, and chocolate sauce on the side later, and you’re curled up on the couch. Lights dimmed, curtains closed from the sunset, and blanket wrapped tightly around you, the screen plays. It’s bright in your face, loud and bouncing from the surround sound system as you shove the first circle of cheese and sauce into your mouth.

“Don’t get any crumbs on the couch.”

Your neck twists towards the kitchen, one of your cheeks full of yet to be chewed baby pizza, eyes wide.

Levi’s face twists at the sight.

“Hey hey.”

His lip curls ever so slightly as you greet him through your mouth full of whatever the fuck you’re eating. You cheese at him sheepishly after you swallow.

Levi, your roommate, takes a cautionary step forward, looking at your setup.

Levi, your roommate.

Technically, you’re his roommate. It’s his apartment, you simply signed the lease agreement and funnel expenses his way so long you have a play to eat, shit, sleep, and lounge about in.

The two of you don’t chat much, albeit for simple small talk, confused, disgusted glances shot back and forth (as in he makes weird faces when you do you things), or on the rare occasion, sit and watch a few movies on the weekends.

Based on the way he’s in those pair of sweats, that black t-shirt, and sits on the other end of the sectional, tonight is one of those rare nights. And you might not be so mad about it if it wasn’t for the way the fringe of his hair falls just above his brow, how his undercut is newly faded, or how the tight, dark fabric clings to his chest- not soothing your escapism attempt in the slightest.

He looks you up and down, eyes hard and focused. You pretend it’s because you look pretty and not because you know he sees the small speck of processed pizza dough on his charcoal grey couch.

Even though you know the truth, a shiver kisses your spine nonetheless. You welcome it, praying it’ll soothe that ache in your gut, between your legs.

It doesn’t.

“Again?” He asks, motioning to the movie playing upon the screen. A shrug is thrown his way, chewing another baby pizza angrily and swallowing it with fervor. His voice is so gruff, but so soft and smooth. The way it makes your thighs clench has you wanting to wring his throat.

You hum, taking a sip of the seltzer that has way too much bubble in it.

“Unless you want to watch a cringe compilation?”

His silence says it all. No.

Sinking into a comfortable silence, Levi watches the movie with that same, bored complexion while you gobble the rest of your rip off Bagel Bites and gulp your little seltzer. Left is the banana pudding ice cream, you always save the best for last.

You uncap it, drizzling a copious amount of chocolate sauce on top before taking a spoonful and shoving that into your mouth, too. Mouthful after mouthful, you fail to notice the furrow in your brows, the redness in the apples of your cheeks as you go through the layers of chocolate sauce and creamy, banana goodness. Not until you hear a scoff of a laugh from the end of the couch.

Shooting Levi a gaze, you mumble a little what through another spoonful of ice cream.

He shrugs in that nonchalant way, a ghost of a grin on his lips.

“Are you stressed, or just starving?”

A purse of your lips in contemplation, a sigh later, you nod. “A little stressed.” You say with a tiny shrug of indignation.

At the admission, he turns himself to you. And internally, you groan at the sight of the skin-tight material dangling the tightness of his abdomen at you, like a fish with a worm gorily stabbed and wrung onto a hook.

He’s waiting, he knows you. Well, not a lot, but Levi is a scarily perceptive person. Like that time you were crying in the kitchen and all his did was look at you, the phone in your hand, and wearing that pretty little dress before asking who exactly just canceled on you. Or that time when you mentioned your favorite color and he stoically described what type of person enjoys that color to a T.

“It’s nothing, really.” It’s not nothing. He knows that. You of all people inside of your body (hopefully it’s just one person) know that it’s nothing.

Levi hums in anticipation.

It sounds like silk. And you about reel your head back and slam it into the couch cushion because of the way it has your core kissing the nerves aligning and swirling between your legs.

Usually, you can ignore these little bites of attraction you feel for Levi. Or go cum to it and feel embarrassed enough to not look him in the face for the next couple of days.

But right now, your cheeks are heated and your toes are curling in your purple cow socks because of the way his gaze is pointed towards you, those little noises fluttering passed his lips.

The bass of the music masks your heartbeat and sharp intake of breath as he leans forward, angling himself towards you more. He’s five or so feet apart, but his stare rests on the prickles of your neck, as if he was blazing a trail of imaginary kisses there himself.

“Well.” Levi’s gaze follows the way your dart your own around the living room, causing you to let out a hot breath of air.

“You know when like,” your lips purse as you tiptoe, “you do something and it still doesn’t fix the problem?”

The bass booms, and Levi reaches towards the remote to mute it.

How can someone’s face be so bored yet so intense and aligned at the same time? His eyes are slanted, lips flat into a natural frown, and yet he is turned and tuned into you fully. It has a crackle of fire lighting in your stomach, and you physically shuffle to accommodate the feeling.

“Mhm.” He eggs, waiting. Levi is natural with power, morphing and holding such a thing on the tip of his finger. He sucks you in, wanting you to lean forward and just simply beg. Just beg.

You let out a shaky sigh, shooting him a glare you can hardly muster. Can’t he just figure it out? Why do you have to speak under his stare like that?

“Like,” you huff, frowning, “you try all the things to extinguish something but it’s still there?”

His brows furrow as he tries to decode your words, and you relish the way his lips dip and the small wrinkle on his forehead comes into light.

“Okay?” Levi says expectantly. He wants you to spell it out, to spit it out. It annoys you, but continues to ignite the electricity cackling in your core all the same.

With a little groan, you give him a look. His expression doesn’t change, letting the silence fall over the two of you.

The cars on the highway outside your apartment complex beep, honk, and skirt, the fridge hums and the AC blows into the living room. But the goosebumps aren’t from the cold air.

It wouldn’t be so hard to rant about it if it simply weren’t Levi. It would be like talking about your problem to the problem.

You say it anyway.

“It’s just been a minute.” Your voice is so soft it might as well have come from a mouse, the crumbs of cheese and bread on your plate much more interesting than the grey of Levi’s eyes had been just moments ago.

When you look up, you get to see his face change for the second time tonight (it’s a record, you think). His eyebrows are raised in the slightest, eyes widening a fraction as he puts two and two together.

Then he snorts, and your mouth gapes in mortification at the sound.

“You’re binging ice cream because you’re horny?”

After the bubble has been popped, you outwardly groan, letting the back of your head fall into the cushion of the couch.

“It sounds dumb when you say it like that.”

His scoff is his language for saying Well? It is dumb.

You wave your hand in dismissal, praying the warmness in your face and neck chill soon.

“Fuck off and unmute the movie.”

He does, and silence falls over the two of you once more.

Levi stands, and your stomach sinks.

After he walks away, you crush yourself into the couch as you let the rounds of gunfire on the speaker pummel into your brain in hopes that your humiliation will dissipate. Maybe he thinks you’re stupid and superficial now, all strung up on sex and orgasms and ice cream and-

Oh, fuck.

The seat of the couch dips, and your head boops against Levi’s godly sculpted shoulder.

Your head sharp shoots to him, but he’s staring at the screen as if his hips weren’t mushing next to yours.

Levi hates this movie. But his eyes are twinkling as he gazes forward, raising his arm and placing it atop the cushion behind your head. It tingles as the pads of his fingers barely brush across the top of your head.

The air is thick, confusion plastered to your face as your gaze settles upon the screen in synch with him.

You can’t breathe when you feel the matter in space dip, his facing leaning close to yours as he tilts himself to whisper into your ear.

By god, whoever created you, it’s been a year and a half living with this enigma and now you get to hear him whisper?

“Do you want some help?”

Want? Some?

You need to take whatever- all he gives you with a smile, a nod, and his dick down your throat in thanks.

The little nod isn’t enough for Levi, no.

“Hm?” It’s patronizing, the way he hums to you. He has to know you want it. That you’ve wanted it.

“Yes, please.” You preen, finding the strength to stare up at him with slanted, pleading eyes. They glimmer like stars in the bleak living room, you like to think. A perfect match for that pliant, barely visible pout on your face.

Levi nods once, satiated.

His other hand grabs ahold of your cheeks, turning your head to face back at the TV screen. He leans back, settling that hand down onto his thigh, letting his other arm resting atop the couch cushion come down and wrap around your shoulder, yanking you closer.

The little squeak doesn’t go unheard as your face mushes against the side of his chest, the fabric of your dress rising up on your thighs as Levi molds your body against his. You shuffle to adjust, resting against him with a newfound, booming heartbeat nestled into your core.

Once you settle, you hear the upturn of his lips as he murmurs, “There we go.”

Your nervous system might as well be singing your gut is clenching so hard from the subtle praise. How is he so calm right now? You guess because he has the upper hand. Part of you is psyched, that internal bet as to whether he was more controlling or pleading to be controlled working in your favor.

Perhaps he’s both. There isn’t an ounce of courage to muster within you to take the lead, though. It’s his game, you’re just a happy player following the rules.

A few heavy beats of your heart later, and his hand is sliding from his thigh to yours. Levi’s fingers toy and twiddle with the fabric of your dress, soft as silk as it weaves between his digits. They feel as though they’re planting kisses to your inner thighs, and you choke a breath with each teasing motion. The thumb that rests on your shoulder brushes against your bare skin, the gentle swipe having you on fire. You must be hot to the touch.

The sounds of heavy engines and ego cock fights resound on the screen, your cheek still mushed against Levi’s chest. You’re still, short circuiting at the revelation that he’s next to you, leaning against you, touching you.

Levi probably has a shit eating expression on his face. Maybe that’s what it takes for him to smile- a girl at his disposal to toy around with as he pleases while she sputters and warms beneath him like a freshly poured potion. You don’t look up at him, too afraid to shiver and soak the couch at the sight of such a face.

“You’re so quiet.” He observes, the pure smugness in his tone as you hitch a whine once his fingers stop toying with the hem of your dress and push his hand under it, searching for the lace lining your cotton panties.

His index finger hooks the outlining fabric at your inner thigh, running through it until he reaches the apex of a prominently damp spot on the crotch of your panties. You can’t contain the mewl that bubbles your throat as his finger taps it not once but twice, teasing the bundle of nerves.

“That’s why,” Levi muses. You want to bottle up the way his voice sounds and keep it on a jewel encrusted pedestal.

Your legs shift, parting in the slightest for him to do as pleases. The sage green material of your dress hikes up further, presenting your delicious inner thighs for Levi to ogle at. And naturally, you shift under his gaze.

Two of his fingers happily press down onto your clothed clit, meandering a slow, deliberate circle around it. And Jesus Christ, Gods above, the way you casually twitched at such an innocent touch has Levi barking a soft laugh.

He does it again, and a third time. Pressing down into the soft, damp fabric and tracing languid circles against your clit. And you mewl each time, on of your legs up and foot resting into the couch as the other one dangles off of the couch for his access.

Levi hums, content as you press yourself further into his chest. He’s practically caging you, reaching across to play with your clit through your panties. It’s all you need.

“You’re wet just like that, hm?”

The daydreaming, absent googly eyes and hearing his voice for the last year and a half was enough foreplay for you, so yeah, you’re going to get wet and cum just like that. By the baritone in his voice, he knows it, too.

“Yeah,” you whimper, moving your hips up to meet his fingers. Levi doesn’t have to play nice, you want to tell him. But when you do that, having the pads of his index and middle finger push further, press harder, against your clit, he knows that, too.

Another hum vibrates your ear that is intently listening to his steady heartbeat, a lullaby combined with his soothing, borderline scarily-accurate precision of touch, and he’s complying, pressing harder into the cotton fabric to give you a more pressured swirl.

You sigh, eyes hazy and dazed as you continue to fixate on the screen while pressure builds in your gut. It’s a scarily quick build, as if this were some sort of wet dream where a man touches you and you come undone just like that.

If you’re being real, Levi is a wet dream disguised as some stoic asshole who makes you get up at 7 in the morning to wipe down a coffee stain from the previous night.

But this isn’t a dream. This is your hot, broody and nonchalant roommate rubbing firm circles into your clit that preens beneath the fabric of your panties. Those panties. A soft cotton white with the cute, pink bow at the top. Levi likes them, you think, by the way he traces the lace hem with his eyes. You still don’t look at him, but his gaze is fixed from the corner of your eye.

It’s tantalizing, focused. You feel like a painting, Levi mixing the colors just right before slathering them onto an open canvas. There’s a feeling in your gut, just as your orgasm ripples through your gut, that this right now is just the base layer of oil paint.

Slightly damp, willing, ready, and made to be messed with and tweaked later.

“There you go,” he murmurs, the softest quirk of his lips showing that he sees your inner thighs twitching in just the slightest.

Your breaths are shaky, whimpers and mewling tumbling out into thin air as Levi brings you to the precipice of release, fingers rubbing gently against your clit to work you through your orgasm.

Pleasure seethes through you, feeling the sweet feeling bubbling and expanding through your nervous system. Your shoulders slump, cheek pressed and mushed against your roommate’s chest as you fall gracefully from your high.

A few moments later, Levi’s fingers pull back, letting them lay back on his clothed thigh.

“Better?” He asks, picking up the remote and turning up the volume. He’d turned it down, you guess. There’s no move to make you get up, so you nestle yourself there, eyes fluttered but mouth agape.

You can only nod. The soft vibration of his chuckle sounds has your cheeks glowing, heating once more.

“Yeah, better.”

#my writing #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi aot #levi is just #levi smut #pls enjoy #i had such a party writing this #this is very my life canon #i do this #i DID this

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redsbrainrot · 6 months

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An extremely controversial ranking of Mariokart 8’s 95 courses.

I know there’s 96 but I’ve missed one and can’t figure out for the life of me which one it was. Please help.

Wii rainbow road - nostalgic banger, made easier in this game tho

3DS rainbow road - fucking beautiful, was my number 1 but wii just had a special place in my heart

Big blue - a masterpiece

Mount wario - another masterpiece

Coconut mall - let down by its remakes but still a classic

Maple treeway - pumpkin spice latte

Waluigi stadium - it’s fucking waluigi stadium

Daisy circuit - a beautiful and classic course

Sunshine airport - the star cup in 8 is just the best cup

DK’s snowboard cross - prefer Wii’s but I still love it nonetheless

Waluigi pinball - DS had me in a chokehold

Daisy cruiser - mesmerising

Squeaky clean spirit - probably the best new course out the whole pack

Bowser’s castle 3 - simple but fucking amazing

Bowser’s castle - a banger

Mute city - speed

DK mountain - why are the turns harder to pull off in 8

Peach gardens - was my favourite as a 6 year old

Excitebike arena - carnage

DK Jungle - the great banana

Dolphin shoals - George Michael

Electrodrome - boing

Singapore speedway - shiny

Moonview highway - wii nostalgia

Merry mountain - um overhated it’s fucking Xmas themed

Wario stadium - again, loved it on DS and 8 did it justice as a remake

Koopa cape - the most butchered wii remake

Rosalina’s ice world - SUPER OVERHATED IDC I LOVE IT THE MUSIC WAS BEAUTIFUL IN 8 DEFINITELY A STEP UP FROM 3DS SUCK MY DICK

Royal raceway - pretty pink

Yoshi valley - playing this with noobs is the best

Melody motorway - 3DS nostalgia

Grumble volcano - meh

Mushroom gorge - best on wii

64 rainbow road - meh, still fun

Wario’s goldmine - prefer it on 8 cause wii was just rage inducing

SNES rainbow road - shroom high

Shy guy falls - mew woosh

Kalimari desert - meh

Piranha plant cove - ooh pretty :0

Hyrule Circuit - dun duuuun dun dun dun dun dun duuuuun

Cloudtop cruise - meh

Mario circuit - can’t even remember which one this was

Toad harbour - used to love it but now I get bored

Yoshi’s island - never played it so don’t really care

Boo lake - good remake

Tick tock clock - got bored of this one

Cheep cheep beach - loved it on DS

Vancouver velocity - music is alright

Mario kart stadium - boring

Ribbon road - pretty good (would swap rankings but I cba)

Rainbow Road 8 - I wanna like it but it’s just so meh

Moo moo meadows - fight me

Piranha plant pipeway - alright I guess

Baby park - mehhhhhhhh

Mario circuit DS - mehhhhhhhh

Alpine pass - done dirty

Sydney sprint - eh

Toad circuit - get fucked

Sweet sweet canyon - cool aesthetic lame ass gameplay

Paris promenade - alright

Choco mountain - overhyped

Thwomp ruins - not keen

Mario circuit - again I don’t know which one this is

Sherbet land - no

Snow land - no

Koopa city - I like the vibe but I hate it online

Animal crossing - mEh

Riverside park - a let down

Donut plains 3 - heheheheheb 69

Athens dash - alright

Bangkok rush - mEh

New York Minute - eh?

Berlin Byways - music is good but it’s boring

Tokyo blur - for Tokyo this sucks

Toad’s turnpike - womp womp

Water park - water who

Twisted mansion - just put luigi’s mansion in instead and we’ll all be happy

Madrid drive - this comes up like 50 times online and I hate it

Sunset wilds - boring

Dry dry desert - I hate the desert ones

Ice ice outpost - wouldn’t pick it

Super bell subway - liked it at first but it got old quickly

Wild woods - sick of it

Sky High Sunday - an eyesore

LA laps - not enough shit

Shroom bridge - had enough shit

Sky garden - let down

London loop - easy, boring

Rome avanti - the city tracks just flop huh

Ninja hideaway - I HATE IT I HA IT HATE IT

Mario circuit 3 - why is this in every game

Amsterdam drift - I hate the dutch

Dragon driftway - I cant stand it

Bone dry dunes - worst track ever

Cheeseland - wait no, this is. I hate cheese land. It makes me feel sick. I’m lactose intolerant but I love cheese. But I hate cheese land. Whenever anyone picks it I officially hate them as much as I hate this course. Kill it. Burn it. Erase it. Get rid of it.

#super mario #mario bros #mario kart #mario kart 8 #booster course pass #rainbow road #nintendo wii #nintendo 3ds #nintendo #nintendo ds #snes #gba #double dash #mario kart wii #coconut mall #you just got coconut malled #rosalina #princess peach #princess daisy

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whitegiftmovie · 2 years

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オリジナルサウンドトラック配信　音楽：小山絵里奈

小山絵里奈によるオリジナルサウンドトラックが配信！！「東京流氷〜COOL IT DOWN〜」本編では、小山絵里奈による情感豊かで壮大な音楽が、迫力の流氷と、プロジェクトに挑む人たちの感情に優しく寄り添い、観るものたちに暖かい感動を与えます。＜小山絵里奈コメント＞温暖化に伴い、流氷は年々減少しているとのこと。流氷を、地球の自然冷却エネルギーとして、その自然の力を借りて私達は、何ができるのだろう。熱き大人たちが綴る、ドキュメンタリー映画の音楽をお届けします。まさに、「熱」と「冷」の、とてもエネルギッシュなサウンドトラックです。ぜひ映画とともに、ご体感ください。

＜小山絵里奈 profile＞「そのユニークな才能にぶっ飛んだ」そう語るのは坂本龍一。初めて作った曲が彼の耳にとまり、 2006年坂本龍一エグゼクティブプロデュースによりデビュー。現在、映画やドラマ、ライブなど多種にわたり活動している。

＜サントラ情報＞「東京流氷〜COOL IT DOWN〜」オリジナルサウンドトラック Documentary film "Tokyo Drift Ice -cool it down- " to be released on August 19, 2022 Original soundtrack by Erina Koyama

レーベル：山ノ庭 records アーティスト：小山絵里奈

収録曲全17曲

01 cool it down

02 氷海

03 ぼくは流氷

04 オーロラ号は行く

05 ようやく接岸

06 漂流

07 流氷を連れて

08 雪

09 いざ！

10 私たちの行方

11 閃く

12 東京流氷

13 青森、そして東京へ

14 暑い東京

15 実験大成功

16 また会う日まで

17 流氷定期便

＜配信について＞各ストリーミング、DLサイトにて順次配信となります。

Apple Musicでは配信開始しております！ https://music.apple.com/jp/album/東京流氷-cool-it-down-オリジナルサウンドトラック/1642691993

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solitairesins · 3 years

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beach day! for @jujutsukaisenweek

nobara squints at megumi and yuuji through her sunglasses and the glare of the sun; somehow yuuji has roped megumi into playing some water volleyball-adjacent activity with both divine dogs, and all four of them are sloshing around the knee-high sea hitting the ball back and forth. they've been at it for a while now, and nobara would honestly let them be for a few more so she could have peace and quiet to read her book, but the sun is getting too high and that heat combined with all the physical activity is definitely not good.

so like a true mother hen, she snaps her book closed and calls over to them. "play time's over, boys! if you get sunburnt I refuse to take the time to slather ice all over you!"

megumi and yuuji snap their heads up; yuuji makes a very audible whine of protest that she's quick to shut down, and they finally wade their way back to shore and under the shade of her big beach umbrella.

yuuji flops down on his back beside her, earning him a smack on the chest for dusting up sand. megumi rummages through the cooler they've bought, before settling beside her to give each of them water bottles.

megumi pops open his bottle before chugging almost half of it down (ignoring nobara's admonishment to not drink too much too fast), and asks, "do we have anything for lunch?" he combs back his hair and nobara hands him a towel to help him dry it off; he mumbles a soft thank you.

yuuji is quick to shoot his hand up. "i want meat!" the divine dogs twitch their ears in attention; both have settled on yuuji's stomach and feet, huffing with their tongues lolling out.

nobara pokes his water bottle at his side. "water first, you idiot. you'll faint from the heat before we even get to eat."

yuuji groans and tries to sit up, half heartedly pushing at the dog on his stomach. his skin is red in the way that nobara just knows is burnt. that'll hurt in the evening, she thinks. she only hopes it's not the kind of sunburn that'll peel for days before healing; though with the amount of time yuuji spent in the sun shell hunting and wading through the sea, she doubts it.

it's funny to imagine his skin the same shade as his hair, though.

yuuji finally manages to get up, reaching for the bottle. he twists it open and raises the bottle up . . . before splashing it all over his head and chest. "wow, that water's cold!"

"what. yuuji—"

yuuji shakes his head, droplets of water clinging to his hair. "what?" he raises the water bottle in his hand in explanation. "water: cooling off. not hot anymore. right?"

nobara groans and pushes her water bottle to yuuji. "megumi, stop snickering. yuuji: I meant drink."

yuuji pops open the bottle. "sure—"

"—not too fast!"

×××

the boys rush to the bathroom once they get back to the room in the resort (yuuji sprinting like a racecar to get there first, shouting a not-really-apologetic "sorry!" to a growling megumi running after him), and nobara simply dumps their stuff by the door before slumping over on the couch.

her limbs feel like jello, and she could swear she still feels the waves crashing over her skin even though she's just laying there.

a whole day at the beach playing around feels surreal; a rare escape from the constant mess back in Tokyo, and although it didn't really make everything go away, it was nice to not think of it for once.

the setting sun shining through the giant windows warms nobara, and the exhaustion of the day settles into her bones. she was only starting to drift off when she hears yuuji stomp through the room, and she only has a second to realize that he's already by the couch before he's lifting her legs up so he could sit. he pats her ankles he placed on his lap as she settles, and she lets one eye open just in time to see megumi trod toward them. he sighs as he sits down (just like an old man, nobara thinks) on the side of the couch, letting his head fall back onto nobara's stomach. her hands automatically drift to his hair, combing and running her nails over it.

they watch the sun set over the windows in silence, let its light wash them in reds and oranges; catching a sliver of time when they could just rest, breathe, and be with each other.

#jjkweek2021 #have i ever announced how much i love itafushikugi #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki #🃏.salvation #havent written in so long but the opportunity to write #itafushikugi #has awakened me

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Tokyo Summers (Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader)

Word Count: 2,612

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, semi public, bad language, oral (female receiving (NICE RECEIVE)), my shit writing, Kuroo being too much

Summary: You and Kuroo decide to hang out at your house, the middle of the summer isn’t an ideal time for your air conditioner to go out, but Kuroo somehow makes the heat more bearable for the two of you.

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WOW. I don’t know why I decided to write this ??? I just got an idea in my head and I didn’t have anyone in mind when I thought about writing it, but Kuroo is legit the cheekiest person so I thought he would be a good fit. Plus everyone needs a little more Kuroo smut in their life am I right???👀👀👀 anyway I hope you guys like it! It’s literally 2AM right now and I thought that I would publish it now because I was in my zone when I was writing this lmao. I’m so exhausted and I hope my sleep deprived ass actually wrote something good and I’m not just hyping myself up because I’m tired lol. Let me know what you guys think:)

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“Stop sighing.” Kuroo grumbled annoyingly, pulling the collar of his shirt away from his neck, attempting to cool himself off further.

You rolled your eyes at him, brushing back your sweat dampened hair from your face. “Can you not sit so close to me? It’s way too hot for that.”

He looked at you incredulously. “I’m not even sitting near you!”

He wasn’t lying, there was so much room between the two of you as you sat on the back porch.

The rotating fan did nothing to quell the heat.

You guys were sprawled out, hoping for some kind of breeze to waft through and take mercy on your sweat slickened skin.

It never came.

Tokyo was incredibly hot in the middle of summer.

It was just your luck too, the air conditioner in your house was broken, due to be fixed tomorrow. Which did nothing for you today.

“Just go home Kuroo.” You sighed, rolling your neck as your eyes fluttered shut. You were laying down, your right elbow propping you up while your other hand was rubbing at your neck. Your right leg propped up only slightly while the left dangled over the porch ledge.

You had opted for a pair of cotton shorts and a thin tank top, the straps drooping down your shoulders slightly.

“Your dad isn’t even home yet. I’m not leaving you home alone, there are perverts out.” Kuroo said lazily, laying down now. His head was pointed towards you, meaning that he had the perfect view of your beautiful legs.

If it wasn’t so hot out, he would’ve commented on your attire, the thin camisole and short shorts were undeniably enticing.

But the heat created a thick fog in his mind, his movements felt heavy, and quite honestly all he could think about was getting out of this heat.

You laughed through your nose at his statement, pushing more hair back from your sweaty forehead. The bun your hair was in was slowly unraveling, strands of hair coiling around your neck and face, sticking because of the sweat.

“I think the only pervert here is you. Like what you see, Tetsu?” you teased looking down at him.

A wide grin stretched across his face. “I think I would like the view better from between your legs.” he said slyly.

You could feel your face burn at his words, although you could simply blame it on this heat.

“Ha ha. You’re so funny.” you rolled your eyes, reaching for the glass of ice water beside you.

Kuroo watched as you gulped down your drink. Your throat flexed as you greedily drank the cool liquid, droplets of water escaping your mouth and traveling down your throat and then pooling into the front of your tank top, the light fabric darkening.

Kuroo felt his mouth go dry. His fingers twitching at the urge to grab your leg and pull you close to him.

“Are you thirsty?” you asked, glancing down at him when you noticed his stare.

“Yes.” he said, hoping that you read his mind and decided that your new seat would be his face.

“Okay hold on.” you grabbed his empty cup and got up, giving him the perfect view of your ass, your cheeks peeking out of your shorts only slightly as you walked away into the kitchen.

He rubbed at his face, wiping off the sweat and trying to wipe away the dirty thoughts that began circulating in his mind.

A familiar sound of music drifted in the air, causing the tall captain to perk up before heading towards the gate that separated the backyard from the front yard.

When you got back with Kuroo’s drink he was nowhere to be found, figuring that he had gone to the bathroom, you plopped back down on your spot in the same position.

A few minutes went by before the tall bedhead returned through the gate, in both hands he carried a popsicle.

You perked up at the sight, a wide smile coating your lips as you reached out a hand, making a grabby motion.

He rolled his eyes at your childish behavior. Holding it out of your reach. “What do you say?”

“Kuroo.” you groaned, pouting. “It’s too hot for this, they’re going to melt!”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you, still not moving.

“Fine.” You pouted, sitting up on your knees and resting your hand against your upper thighs. “Please can I have a popsicle Tetsu?” you asked, your voice just as sugary as the treat he was keeping from you.

Kuroo had the perfect view of your cleavage now as he peered down at you, a bead of sweat trickling between the valley of your breasts.

He gave you the popsicle without another word, dropping it into your lap and taking a seat next to you.

You cheered as you began opening up the package, the popsicle was bright red and already melting but you didn’t care. Your tongue was already darting out and gliding against the cold, sugary treat.

You hummed happily at the raspberry flavor, your lips parting softly as you took the top of the popsicle into your mouth, sucking softly as you swallowed the melting treat.

Kuroo could have cum in his pants then and there. His eyes never left you once you got the popsicle open.

He watched your lips part, your tongue gliding against the skin of your fingers, lapping at the syrupy mess that got on your hands. Your lips were tinted red along with your tongue. He couldn’t help but imagine you doing that to something else.

He could feel his member beginning to grow as he continued to stare at you. Not even realizing his own popsicle was now dripping down his own hand.

“You’re making a mess Tetsu.” you said finally taking notice of him. You reached for his hand holding the popsicle, carefully wrapping your lips around it and sucking gently, hoping to get all of the liquid.

He jumped at your touch, and that was something you noticed immediately. The way he looked at you… your lower stomach tightened up pleasantly. You decided to test your boundaries. You removed your lips from the popsicle, carefully gliding your tongue along the length of the frozen syrup until you got to the wooden stick that he was gripping onto tightly. Your tongue darted out against his fingers, tasting the sugary substance and the salt of his skin.

You looked up at him through your lashes, his pupils were blown as he stared down at you in shock and lust.

Unconsciously your thighs rubbed together. A familiar burn spreading through your body, a different kind of heat than the one that the weather was giving.

“What are you doing?” He asked lowly, his eyes watching you carefully.

“I’m helping you clean your mess Kuroo, that’s all.” You said innocently, sitting back on your feet, you raised your own popsicle to your lips now, only for the syrupy substance to land on your chest.

Kuroo’s eyes zeroed in on the sugary bead that was traveling down towards the valley of your breasts. Without much thought he reached for your wrist, yanking you forward to him and pressing his lips against your chest.

A surprised noise escaped your lips at the movement, and then the softest moan followed as you felt his cold tongue run against your heated flesh.

He lapped at your overheated skin, licking up the spill that had just happened. His ridiculous hair brushed softly at your face and you couldn’t help but to arch your head up, urging him to continue.

Your throat was entirely exposed now, his hot lips trailing up along your throat, your jaw, until they were resting at the shell of your ear.

“You’re making a mess sweetheart.” he breathed out before nipping at your earlobe and then moving back down your throat, his tongue flicking out every now and then to taste your skin.

You could barely register what he was saying until you realized your popsicle had all but melted down your arm and onto your thighs.

A noise of complaint escaped your mouth, you were making an actual mess this time. Your skin was already sticky with sweat, and now you had syrup all over you.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you clean up.” he murmured, pulling back to give you a smirk, he placed his own popsicle back into the wrapper before reaching for your arm. He took the wooden stick out of your grasp and threw it behind him, his lips wrapping around your own digits now.

A whimper escaped your lips, your thighs clenching together tightly for some kind of friction as you watched your fingers disappear into his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet as they glided against your skin, dragging between the webs of your fingers and down your forearm.

“Lay down.” he commanded, gently pushing at your shoulders, your body felt like putty now, you slid to the floor easily, your elbows propping you up so you could watch Kuroo sink down between your legs.

He grinned wickedly at you as he caught your eye and then lowered his mouth on your thigh, dragging his tongue against the red syrup. Kuroo began sucking and biting at the skin of your thigh, long after the syrup was gone now, leaving behind a sticky mess.

He trailed his lips towards your inner thigh, his eyes catching a glimpse of your exposed core.

Fuck. you weren’t wearing panties.

Kuroo didn’t think he could get any harder than he was, the porch floor pressing into his member was entirely uncomfortable as he all but laid between your legs. But damn it all, he had to taste you for a little bit.

“I think you made a mess here too.” he murmured, long fingers pushing your shorts to the side, exposing your weeping cunt to his eyes.

“Tetsu don’t -” his tongue pressed to the bottom of your slit, flattening against you and sliding all the way up to your clit before he engulfed it into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against you hard and fast.

Your hand flew up to your mouth, covering the loud moan that wanted to escape your lips, your other hand automatically flying into his hair.

His mouth was like a furnace, hot and smoldering as he mercilessly devoured you.

Your legs trembled against the sides of his face, the hand that was meant to push him away tangled tighter in his hair and pulled him closer as your hips bucked up, aching for more.

“Let me hear you.” he growled out against your thigh, biting harshly at the thick flesh before diving back into your folds, sucking greedily at them.

“I-I have neighbors Tetsuro.” You whimpered out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Hmm.” he hummed softly against you, pulling back carefully to stare at you. “Should I stop then?”

“N-No! Please don’t stop.” you begged staring up at him through half-lidded eyes. Your body was trembling now, aching for release.

“Then be quiet sweetheart.” he smirked, returning back to his work.

Kuroo wanted to make you fall apart completely, wanted you to unravel beneath him until there was nothing left.

He did.

You came hard, body trembling violently, legs shaking as you gushed warmth around his tongue. A deep moan vibrated against your folds as he tasted you, leaving you completely spent and exhausted.

Until he stood up, your slick glistening along his lips and chin as he grinned down at you. “You can’t be tired yet, Y/n. I’m not even done.”

The tent in his shorts caused another spark of arousal to shoot through you, and it increased even more as he pulled down his shorts and boxers slightly, enough to release his weeping cock.

Fuck you wanted it in your mouth.

“Can you give me one more sweetheart?” he cooed, lining himself up with your entrance, pushing your shorts further away from your drenched cunt. He dragged his head against your folds, coating himself in your slick.

You nodded wordlessly, and then he pushed himself into you. Your lips parted into a silent O as he stretched out your walls completely.

“Fuck.” he hissed, completely sheathing himself inside of you. You were incredibly full, the stretch stung pleasantly, and you clenched around him experimentally.

He reached down, grabbing your hips and pulling them onto his upper thighs, your legs resting on his outer hips while your upper body remained on the ground. But this angle caused Kuroo to reach a devastating depth inside of you, causing you to whimper loudly.

He leaned forward, his large hand sliding behind your head and tangling into the damp hairs at the base of your neck, and then he began rocking his hips. Pushing into your slick cunt with ease, grunting softly at the wet tightness.

“You feel so good sweetheart.” he groaned, leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss, you tasted of raspberries. Your lips were sticky and red, incredibly sweet.

“Tetsu.” you whimpered, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, clinging to his dark shirt.

He set an easy pace, not slow and not fast. But enough to leave you breathless and trembling as he continued hitting that same spot over and over again.

You came hard, without any warning.

Kuroo slammed his lips against yours, muffling the loud scream that was about to burst from your lips. Your walls were still fluttering around him, your slick leaking out and spilling below.

“You’re so tight.” he gritted out; his breathing haggard. “So fucking wet. Is this all for me?” his other hand wrapped around your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Yes.” you sobbed out, the drag of his cock against your walls was overstimulating, another orgasm building up.

“One more. Give me one more.” He breathed, “Come on, you can do it.”

The coil in your stomach began to tighten as his speed increased, his cock hammering into your spent cunt. “Cum for me.” He breathed, his mouth fitting against yours once more.

So you did. Your cunt seized up tightly around his member, squeezing and pulling him in deeper as you came, Kuroo immediately following suit. His hips snapping forward once more as he emptied himself inside of you, warmth spreading into your being.

He sighed, collapsing on top of you, being careful to not put his entire weight on you. Kuroo cooed gentle praises into your skin, softly pressing kisses against your face and throat. He smoothed the drenched hair away from your face, and very carefully pulled his softening member out of you.

A soft whimper escaped your lips at the emptiness, causing him to hush you gently. He pulled away from you, admiring your spent body, his eyes flickered towards your fluttering cunt, his seed beginning to leak out of you. Carefully, he pressed his fingers at your entrance, gently pushing his cum back inside before adjusting your shorts accordingly, and then tucking himself back into his pants.

You guys were silent for a moment, catching your breath before he stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Let’s go shower. You’re a mess.”

You frowned at his words, taking his hand, and letting him haul you up easily, ignoring the smirk on his face as you stumbled about, your legs felt like jelly.

“It’s your fault anyway.” You grumbled.

He rolled his eyes at your statement, pressing his lips to the top of your head softly as he guided you into the house.

Sometimes the Tokyo heat wasn’t all that bad.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo fluff #kuroo scenarios #one shot #kuroo oneshots #haikyuu smut #smut

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chaotic-emo-child · 3 years

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Moonlit Fate

Motonari & Mai (SFW)

TW: Minor mentions of a child starving, blood, and a broken nose.

Minor Spoilers for Motonari's route. If you know anything about his RL history this won't come as a surprise.

Two children five hundred years apart find solace in the moon and her comforting light.

Note: I used Motonari's childhood name for this.

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He scrubbed vigorously at his skin, trying in vain to wash away the feel of dirt, grime, and sweat that still lingered no matter how hard he scoured. Chilled fingers scraped at already raw skin, frantic in their goal to relieve himself of that filthy feeling. The bath in the cold river earlier had done little to alleviate the tingling sensation along his skin—pin pricks of nauseating pain dancing along every surface of flesh.

As a young Shojumaru attempted to be rid of the revolting feeling of touch, the faint aroma of fish reached his nostrils. With a glance, blood red eyes took in the small fire, an even smaller fish cooking over it—the first piece of food he had managed to steal in the last few days. A loud rumble from his stomach reminding him of just how long it had been.

Wrapping a semi-clean rag around his hand (anything was better than direct touch), he picked up the small, skewered fish, commanding all of his patience to wait until it had cooled before demolishing the meager meal. Even in his half starved state, he was careful to angle the fish so as to keep the juices from dripping onto him, and to take smaller bites to keep his face as clean as possible. He had managed to feel somewhat clean, he didn’t need anything else to ruin that.

Shojumarui finished the meal, taking care to clean the skewer and place it in a safe place away from the dirt and grime of the world. The tiny fish did little to rid the constant pangs of hunger, but it did help to alleviate it some.

Sighing, he laid down on a tattered blanket, still a little damp from the washing it received earlier. Starlight twinkled through the gaping holes of the rundown shack he called home. Their little diamond shapes played peekaboo through the boards, but they were not what he waited for. No.

Slowly, the night wore on until the soft gleam of moonbeams spilled over those worn out boards and broken tiles. The moon, in her gentle radiance, bathed the young lad in her cool beams of light, washing away the grime of the day from his small body, cleansing the feeling of defilement. It was her silvery light that made the empty nights huddled in the dingy shelter feel not so lonely. Her gentle presence whispered words of cool comfort, shelter, and encouragement to the orphaned child.

Shojumaru didn’t know if he’d survive the next day, muchless the next month or year. However, as long as the moon with her soft rays of silver guarded him, he felt as if he could conquer anything. In her welcoming incandescent beauty, eyes the shade of crimson sunset slowly closed as the Beggar Prince drifted into a fitful sleep, unaware that this selfsame moon stood guard over another lonely child far into the future.

Five Hundred Years Into The Future

Mai hugged her knees closer to her small body as somber eyes roamed over the flashing neon lights of Tokyo. The light pollution coming from the large city blotted out the night sky, making it difficult for the small girl to see the heavenly bodies, even from her apartment roof. Still, the dim glow of the moon and a few stubborn stars shone through, bathing her in a pale, ghostly light.

Sirens wailed in the distance, drawing her attention as fingers rubbed absentmindedly along bandaged knuckles. Her face still smarted, nose throbbing along the bridge where she was certain it was broken. The fight had been a rough one, both individuals ending up in the nurse’s office for various scrapes and bruises, followed by a lecture from the principal.

Her mother hadn’t spoken a word when she saw her daughter, silently retrieving ice from the freezer to help with the swelling, bandaging bloody knuckles with care. Mai knew her mother didn’t like her fighting, but she never scolded the lass for the fights.

It was hard not to step in when hearing one of her classmates being cruelly teased. Her father had taught her to be kind to others, to look out for those in trouble. It was doubtful he would’ve approved of her methods if he were here; but, Mai didn’t know of any other way. Desperate to cling to anything that connected her to an already fading memory of a beloved parent, she lashed out in the only way she knew to keep him close.

A sigh escaped perused lips as wide nutmeg eyes studied the full moon, shrouded in wispy clouds and pollution. Strange how she found comfort in those heavenly beings, so far away, yet so close. There were moments she felt as if she just stretched far enough she could grasp that cool, glowing orb.

Mai didn’t remember when she started to seek solace from the moon and stars, but they had become fast friends. She whispering the worries of her small heart and they listening without judgement. They were a soothing balm to a troubled spirit and she knew that no matter where she went, they would always be there—the one constant she could rely on in a world of chaos.

//If you've read enough of my writings, you'll notice that Mai has always had a thing for stargazing and moon watching. You can imagine my delight when it was revealed that Motonari also took comfort in the moon's presence.

When I learned that, I knew I was going to have to write a little drabble of the two as children with their struggles, unknowingly sharing a common comfort.

This also, includes a few of my personal headcannons on when Motonari would've started to wear gloves (or an equivalent) along with when he'd started learning to cook.

Thank you all for reading! I know I don't say this very often but your hearts, reblogs, and comments do mean the world to me. You all are wonderful! <3

#ikemen sengoku motonari #motonari mouri #ikemen sengoku #ikemen fanfiction #ikemen sengoku fanfiction #ikesen motonari #ikesen #ikesen oc #ikesen fanfic #original character #moon watching #stargazing #five hundred years apart #These two break my heart #headcanon

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ichorizaki · 4 years

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part of your world—s.d.

꒰ ❛ genre ❜ ꒱ — fluff. just, pure fluff

꒰ ❛ pairing ❜ ꒱ — timeskip!sawamura daichi x f!reader

꒰ ❛ warnings ❜ ꒱ — uhhh some curse words and teeth-rotting fluff, asahi’s terrible fashion taste

꒰ ❛ word count ❜ ꒱ — 2.7k

˚ ༘ˀˀ ꒰‧⁺ a text from sol — ✎ˀ !!! my first req!!! ily ily hehe i had so much fun with this; i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you so much for being patient, @ceo-of-daichi huhu

-`,✎ synopsis! ; ♡ disneyland is just as magical as anyone dreamed for it to be and more.

One of the things that you love about Sawamura Daichi was how he calculated different factors to make sure that his intended outcome was accurate and to his satisfaction. Maybe it was the way his dark brows furrowed in concentration as he mapped out the plans, or perhaps it was in the way he had that small grin that boasted pride when he was done. You didn't know why he was planning so intently for a quick weekend trip to Disneyland Tokyo, but you didn’t quite care because it made for the perfect setting for you to pop the million-dollar question. While you would love to have the trip be just the two of you, you required an audience and moral support, which was why you had Sugawara Kōshi happily laying down in the backseat of the rented car and Azumane Asahi waiting for your arrival at his condominium complex at Ginza, Tokyo.

“Dai, how much further from Tokyo are we? I wanna ride the rollercoasters!” Kōshi complained from the backseat, propping himself up on his elbows. It was a miracle that both you and your boyfriend had heard him over the booming stereo that blasted the Disney playlist curated specially for the trip. He noticed that Daichi had his hand gripping your thigh where it was exposed by your denim shorts and made a gagging noise. “I thought I wasn’t gonna third-wheel.”

“We’re not even making out, you drama queen,” Daichi snorts. His eyes drifted from the rearview mirror to the GPS he was following on his phone next to the steering wheel. “We’re about fifteen minutes from the checkpoint.”

“Finally. Fifteen minutes more and I won’t be the only third-wheel.” You laughed at his comment as he went back to laying down in the backseat, scrolling through his phone and singing along to the songs. In his impatience, you knew it was excitement. Partially for Disneyland, but you knew the real reason behind it: the small velvet box sitting in your Kanken bag that sat by your feet.

Kōshi has been your partner in crime ever since your Karasuno days. You knew he had your back when it came to anything that consisted of the element of surprise, as you had his. You’ve said it a thousand times and you’ll say it again: the Karasuno VBC should be glad that you weren’t one of the managers. Otherwise, you were sure that their productivity would fall drastically.

Feeling your boyfriend’s calloused hand give your thigh a slight squeeze dragged your eyes from your phone screen to his beautiful face. You raised your eyes in question before he nudged his chin towards what lay beyond the glass windows, eyes fixated on the road. You followed his gaze and a small gasp of surprise left your lips.

It was by no means your first time in Tokyo but it never fails to take your breath away every time you near the border. Silver buildings line the landscape, blindingly glinting as they reflected the meridian sun. Billboard signs were but a blur of colours as Daichi drove past. You could practically smell the metallic scent of the metropolitan metal forest.

“Kōshi! Look!” You cried out, the palms of your hands flat against the glass along with your cheek as you tried to get closer to the scenery in the confines of the car. The second you passed the checkpoint and were cleared, the excitement was blatantly obvious in the way it seemed to send jitters down your spine. “Ah, I can’t wait to see ‘Sahi. I’m so glad he agreed to come out of his shell and spend time with us.”

“Right?” Kōshi got up from his position to squeeze his torso in between your seat and Daichi’s. “Man, I can’t wait to go feral at Disneyland and sleep for free in a downgraded hotel.” Daichi couldn’t help but laugh at the statement that his friend had made in reference to Asahi’s place. He had offered his condominium as accommodation for the night. You guessed that he was tired of being so lonely in such a spacious living space. The last time you checked, you were sure that he had two guest rooms which was perfect for the three of you.

Daichi continued driving into the city, easily finding his way to Asahi’s condominium complex. He was waiting there, scrolling through his phone in what could easily be the most tourist-y getup. He didn’t notice the vehicle pull up before him, which prompted you to wind your window down to call for him. Kōshi mirrored your actions, calling for him by his favourite nickname since high school.

“Oi, Negative Beardy!” He giggled as the bigger man looked up from his phone. His hair was cropped short, his previous peach fuzz now a well-groomed beard. He got up from his seat and you couldn’t help but notice the neon green fanny pack standing out exceptionally from his ensemble. You didn’t hold back the laughter and neither did your boyfriend as the clumsy man slid into the backseat next to Kōshi, the apples of his tanned cheeks a bright pink.

“Five months and the first thing you do is tease me . . .” Asahi sighed.

“How can we not when you look like a tourist?” Daichi countered as he began to drive out of the complex. “For a fashion designer, you sure do have a terrible sense.”

“Yeah, ‘Sahi,” you chimed in. “Isn’t the neon green fanny pack a little overkill?”

“Huh? Then where am I gonna put my wallet and phone on rides?” The three of you laughed it off, leaving a resigned Asahi shaking his head. Years may have passed and there may have been distance among the four of you but the chemistry was still there.

The drive from Ginza to Urayasu was about twenty minutes, but time seemed to fly by when you’re having fun because the next thing you know, the four of you were climbing out of the car with entry tickets in hand and standing in line. It was late into the season of spring and you could smell it distinctly in the air. The breeze was nice and chilly against where your skin was exposed as the sun cast a mighty glow upon the citizens of Tokyo, excitement buzzing in your veins like static electricity as you bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet.

Kōshi was the only other person who was being loud about his excitement, running as soon as he was granted entry into the magical grounds of Disneyland. You bounded after him, your voice disappearing into the large expanse of space as you screamed out loud.

“Y/N! People are staring, you idiot,” Daichi called out after you, taking your hand in his as soon as he caught up. You gave him a cheeky grin and wink along with a finger gun with your free hand. Now that you were finally at Disneyland, all you had to do was wait for the opportunity to make this fine man yours for the rest of your life. Kōshi gasped when he saw your linked hands and immediately turned to look at Asahi who tucked his hands behind his back in response.

The four of you started off at World Bazaar, taking a tour on the omnibus around the plaza before deciding to go in hard and strong at the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Adventureland. Needless to say, Asahi was the only one who emerged trembling like a leaf. You felt like a high school student once again, spending time with your best friends and your crush in what appeared to be a fantasy-like wonderland. Your laughter filled the air as screams and children’s excitement harmonised along.

Regardless of where you ventured in the theme park, you were smiling and laughing and running around like a child with Kōshi as Asahi and Daichi both looked on. The former was visibly embarrassed by the commotion that the both of you were causing while the latter simply bemused by how happy you were. Hell, simply ‘happy’ didn’t cut it. You were in absolute childlike ecstasy as you pulled him along to the different rides and exhibitions, asking him to take your picture with Daisy Duck or Peter Pan or some character whose name he had forgotten. He was completely enthralled by you and knowing that you were his simply sent his mind reeling and his heart thumping against his ribcage as he fondled with the navy blue box nestled in the pocket of his bermuda shorts.

To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You were about to ask the man you love if he wanted to spend the rest of his natural life with you. You kept telling yourself that you had no reason to be nervous, that no matter what his answer was, you’d respect it. It was only natural that you were restless, right? The adrenaline that flowed through your veins was keeping you on your toes at every exhibit, show, ride, and parade that the four of you spectated with bright, eager smiles.

It was only when the stunning blue of the sky began to mix with swirls of salmon pink and golden melting through fluffy whites were the four of you sitting on one of the benches outside Cinderella’s castle. Families of both locals and tourists had ice cream crêpes in hand as they strolled languigly. You had an ice pop in hand, sharing it with Daichi as he sat next to you whilst cooling himself with the electric handheld fan that you had brought along.

Kōshi was staring dead into your eyes, his silver eyebrows furrowing just the slightest bit as he nudged his chin not-so-subtly to an inattentive Daichi. You scowled silently back at him, wordlessly telling him that it probably wasn’t the right time. Probably. But then he went ahead and gave you a smug look that called you a coward for chickening out whenever the opportunity presented itself by neatly dropping into your laps.

He wasn’t wrong. You had the perfect opportunity to propose just about an hour ago during one of the parades at Fantasyland. Mickey had pulled you in for a dance on the road, and after your little grooving session, you had dragged your boyfriend who was reticent but never tried to hide the fond smile on his face. Poor Kōshi had wasted a good percentage of his battery filming several almost-proposals only for you to chicken out at the last second. You were sure that you weren’t going to hear the end of it if you didn’t get down on one knee to propose in the next hour.

“Do you still want the ice pop?” Daichi asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned to him, shaking your head. Now’s the time, you told yourself. No more backing out. You were going to ask this man to be your partner in life and that was final. How could you not? You’ve known this man close to two decades. He had been by your side the whole time, through the ups and downs, never once letting go of you even when you told him to. To you, he looked no different than he did when you first met him at the shy blossoming age of 15. He bulked a little and sure, there were smile lines and some wrinkles, but that was it. He’s still the same Sawamura Daichi that you fell in love with. “My love, is everything okay? Is there something on my face?”

“Huh?” You blinked. Crap, were you staring at him too obviously? You quickly told him that no, there wasn’t anything on his face other than absolute beauty, to which his cheeks flushed red. Kōshi was staring at you—you knew it from the glaring burning on the side of your face—and you finally reached your arm behind you where your bag was, nervously trying to take the violet box from the confines of the small pocket. You heard Kōshi whisper-yell a not-so-subtle “Yes!” as he fumbled around to fish his phone out.

Daichi’s ochre brown eyes never left your face as he watched you get up from the bench to sink down onto one knee before him. You felt your heart stammering in a jittery, shaking, quaking panic as your cheeks burned beet red. He was patient, waiting and watching you slowly rest your hands over your propped knee. Only then did you realise that the words that you had painstakingly memorised were beginning to disappear from your mind like a drawing in the sand erased up by waves.

“Daichi,” you began. There’s no going back now. “I never thought I’d ever find someone who’s my best friend and lover. I wouldn’t say that you’re my saviour or some shit cause that’s really cringey.” You briefly paused, swallowing the lump in your throat as you tried your best to fight back the tears. Why did you have to get emotional now? You cleared your throat, “Um. Listen. I’m in love with you. I had a script and I forgot what were the specific words on it, but I know this for sure: I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to watch you grow old and have kids who are gonna have kids, who are then gonna have kids, and then we’ll be sitting on rocking chairs at the patio of our house in the countryside, watching the sunset.

“I– fuck, this is embarrassing. But, yeah. I love you, and I’m just here to complete the final objective. I’ve taken your jackets, your firsts, and your heart, and I think it’s time I take your last name.” From the corner of your eyes, you noticed there were a few people standing by to watch. Some of them were obviously tourists and the fact alone made your entire face flush pink. Your eyes were trained on Daichi’s handsome face as he let a lone tear escape before quickly wiping it away and sniffling. He had that smile on his face—the very one that made your heart throb and sing hallelujah—and you couldn’t help but smile too as you revealed the golden ring seated intricately in a sea of white silk of the velvet box that you were holding. “So whaddya say, Dai?”

The second he got down on one knee and took out an identical velvet box from the pocket of his shorts, you let out a loud groan, throwing your head back to stop the tears from flowing freely down your face. You heard the spectators cheer and laugh, and also Kōshi screaming right behind you. Your teeth abused your bottom lip when you returned your tear-filled gaze to him, arms going limp by your sides. You refused to believe this was happening. It was the last thing that you had expected from Daichi, but life was full of surprises, wasn’t it?

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he mused. The corner of his lip curled upward into a sly smirk but the amount of love brimming in his eyes told a different story entirely. “What do you think?” By then, you had tears raining as you folded your feet underneath you so you could sit down and process everything. Even then, you were bawling your eyes out, holding his calloused hands in yours as he heartily laughed, kissing your tears away and pushing your hair out of your face.

“I think I wanna marry the fuck out of you, Dai.” Your shoulders trembled as your heart sang a euphoric tune that you never thought you’d be able to achieve. His bare, warm arms wrapped around you to guide you to sit down on the bench. He took his time wiping your tears and putting the ring on your finger before he did the same for himself.

“Tsk, babe, there are children here.” His teasing chides fell on deaf ears as Asahi and Kōshi joined the both of you, congratulations and teasing filling the atmosphere. You didn’t care that there were children there. Disneyland is one hell of a magical place, and you were just beyond thankful it turned all of your dreams into a reality.

#sawamura daichi #sawamura daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #sawamura daichi x you #haikyuu fic #hq #꒰⚡️꒱ ⨾ zeus’ thunderbolt #bbthots

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recentanimenews · 4 years

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Manga the Week of 11/11/20

SEAN: Need a distraction from the real world? There’s manga.

Ghost Ship gives us Parallel Paradise 3 and World’s End Fantasia 3.

J-Novel Club starts us off with a debut light novel, I’ll Never Set Foot in That House Again! (Nidoto ie ni wa Kaerimasen!). A J-Novel Heart title, this is about an abused young noble daughter who one day is found to have a rare Skill. Now she’s taken off to the research labs and treated like a princess. But will her family stand for that? This is a rare shoujo title where the heroine is more “cute and moe” than the typical “energetic and spunky”.

J-Novel Club also debuts the manga version of the Marielle Clarac series, The Engagement of Marielle Clarac. Fans of the books will want to pick this up, it’s a lot of fun.

Also out from J-NC: Black Summoner 2, In Another World with My Smartphone 21, The Magic in This Other World Is Too Far Behind!! 6 (manga version), Monster Tamer 2, Outbreak Company 15, and Slayers 3.

Kodansha, in print: Drifting Dragons 6, Hitorijime My Hero 8, Knight of the Ice 4, and Saint Young Men 4.

MICHELLE: I’ll be checking out Hitorijime My Hero and <i.Knight of the Ice for sure.

ANNA: I find <i.Knight of the Ice delightful.

ASH: Oooh! It’s a good Kodansha print week for me! I’m actively reading three of these four series.

SEAN: The digital debut is Peach Boy Riverside, one of the endless titles that are written by Coolkyousinnjya of Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid fame. It’s about a princess who meets the equivalent of Momotaro (hence the title) and chases after him. It runs in Shonen Magazine R.

Also digital: Ace of the Diamond 29, Cells at Work and Friends! 4 (the final volume), Giant Killing 23, My Roomie Is a Dino 4, Practice Makes Perfect 2, Shaman King: Flowers 4, Tokyo Revengers 18, and We Must Never Fall in Love 3.

MICHELLE: Yay for new volumes of two of my favorite sports manga!

SEAN: One Peace has an 18th volume of The Rising of the Shield Hero.

Seven Seas has a number of debuts. Blue Giant is a series that is coming out here in double-volume omnibuses, and ran in Shogakukan’s Big Comic. It’s essentially a sports manga, if the sport was jazz saxophone. It’s won multiple awards. I cannot wait.

MICHELLE: Sounds intriguing!

ANNA: Wow, I wasn’t aware of this before but it does sound amazing.

ASH: I am really looking forward to this one!

SEAN: I’m in Love with the Villainess! came out digitally already, but it was so good that you should get the print version as well. Volume 1 is out next week.

ASH: I’ve heard so many good things about this series; I’m excited to finally have the chance to read it!

SEAN: Rainbow and Black (Niji to Kuro) is a weird slice-of-life manga about a young woman and her… bird-puff… thing. It’s from Ichijinsha’s Comic Rex.

ASH: I do like weird, so count me as curious.

SEAN: And then there’s Unicorns Aren’t Horny (Ikkakujuu ha Tsuranukanai!), from GOT Corporation’s Comic MeDu, a webcomic about a woman who is still a virgin – by choice – and her unicorn roomate, who… really loves her. This is intriguing but could also be creepy? Not sure?

ASH: It sounds bizarre enough that I’m willing to give it a try to find out.

SEAN: Also out from Seven Seas: Arpeggio of Blue Steel 16, The Conditions of Paradise: Our First Time (essentially a Vol. 2), Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash 14, How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom 8, Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear 3 (manga version), Magic User: Reborn in Another World as a Max Level Wizard novel 3, Primitive Boyfriend 3 (the final volume), and Sorry for My Familiar 7.

MICHELLE: I’ll be checking in to see how Primitive Boyfriend ends.

SEAN: Square Enix debuts the manga version of By the Grace of the Gods, which has a light novel (from J-Novel Club) and an anime this fall as well. It’s a slow life reincarnation isekai with cute kids and slimes.

SuBLime debuts Birds of Shangri-La (Shangri La no Tori), a BL series that, erm… is hard to describe in a work-safe way. If you know what a fluffer is, you’ll know what this is about. It runs in Canna magazine, and is from the author of Coyote and Liquor and Cigarettes.

They also have a 4th volume of Given.

MICHELLE: Woot!

ANNA: Yay!!

ASH: I’ll admit that I’ll be picking both of these up.

SEAN: Viz gives us Fly Me to the Moon 2, Fullmetal Alchemist: Fullmetal Edition 11, Requiem of the Rose King 13, Rin-Ne 36, Splatoon: Squid Kids Comedy Show 2, and A Tropical Fish Yearns for Snow 5.

MICHELLE: I need to catch back up on Requiem of the Rose King.

ANNA: Me too!

ASH: I’m really looking forward to more.

SEAN: Yen On has The Eminence in Shadow 2 and Wandering Witch 3.

Lastly, Yen has a one-shot title, My Broken Mariko, which ran in Comic Bridge. a josei title about a woman who finds her best friend just killed herself and the search as for why that happened. This deals with themes of abuse and suicide, but is also supposed to be fantastically written.

MICHELLE: I’m very much looking forward to this.

ANNA: I’m always going to check out some josei.

ASH: I’ve heard some very good things about this manga and plan on giving it read when I can.

SEAN: Did you vote? If you did, please read some manga to cool down.

By: Sean Gaffney

#Anime #News #Manga Bookshelf

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seafoamkazuo · 4 years

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Does Schrodinger’s Cat have nine lives?

Prologue - Next

Prologue

Pairings: None so far.

How long had it been? She thought to herself as she sat in the back of a dark closet. She had remembered that day it was the one thing she wanted to focus on. It seemed so utterly random, she had not thought she was being followed, being stalked. The one day she decided to close alone it was outside factors that put her here. Her heart leaped as she heard the creaking of a floor board. He had come back, she pushed herself back into the corner and tried to calm her breathing. The footsteps paused as she heard the man chuckle. The creaking of the floorboards did not come closer. She stilled herself listening as the man spoke. “And here we go pretty kitty. I have to get back to work but I promise to have treats for you when I get back.” The man’s voice held a coo to it that was familiar and sickening to her at this point. Was it a nickname? The man had called her flower in the same saccharine tones but the closer she listened it seemed kinder than how he referred to her. “I'm so glad a found you precious before your pretty fur got soaked through.” So, it was a creature after all, unless it was a particularly unfortunate quirk, “You stay here and dry off. I'll be back soon.” And with that final farewell, she heard the creaking of floor boards again and the slamming shut of a door. She let out a breath she had not been aware she holding as she let her head slump forward lightly tapping the door as she tried to calm herself again.

She had to get out of here, she tried thinking about her quirk and how she could use it to escape. However, her mind ran in the same circles. Her quirk was not really one that would help in this situation. She bit at her lip furrowing her brows as if it would help her process her thoughts more readily. “WAIT SCHRODINGER NOT OFF THE -!” She startled slamming her head back as she heard the shout a loud crash covering the noise. She glanced over at the door of the closet eyes wide as she wondered if the man who was keeping her had returned. “Schrodinger.... you could have spit me up while you were on the floor. My head hurts.” And so, does mine, she thought bitterly before calming herself. It was not his voice, but it was unexpected, the voice was light feminine and in one-sided conversation with someone called Schrodinger? Was there a hero by that name?! Was she being saved? “Let's see what we can find for food?” Was her captor being robbed? She almost wanted to laugh as she settled back. If it was a robber and they found her here, they would probably kill her not wanting to get caught.

“Alright Schrodinger, let's look around. Food and then spare change.” Food? Spare change? Those did not seem like regular items to steal for your typical villain. What about the TV or electronics? “Let's look through some drawers. Schrodinger? Schrodinger stay over here. I don't want you getting to far. I don't like the tug.” The tug? Was Schrodinger on a leash? Maybe this had something to do with the kitty thing the man mentioned earlier. Did people walk their cats? Did the man steal this cat and the robber was just trying to get it back? The woman stopped her train of thoughts. She shouldn't really be questioning these things right now. She needed to think about how to escape. However, her thoughts of escape seemed pointless and this was the most interesting thing to happen to her outside of her kidnapping in. She forgot how long it had been. Might as well listen to what seemed to be a child wandering around pilfering belongings from her kidnapper. It would prove to be a bit entertaining. “Hmm... oddly shallow... what do you think? False bottom?” The voice was oddly cheerful but there was something behind it the woman could not quite place. “Definitely false bottom... I hope there aren't secrets...” The woman's heart jumped, “... And it's.... cash... a lot of cash... a definitely suspicious amount of cash to hide in a drawer.” She startled back again as she heard the sound of another large thump, “Nooooooooo... Sorry Schrodinger looks like we aren't getting out of the rain now. Let's see... burner and card?” There was a pause, “Wrong Card... business card? Yes~! I remembered right.”

At that point the woman started to hear humming along with the distinct clicking sound of a phone taking picture, “I'm gonna.... I'm gonna take a stack... we'll be able to eat for weeks... Should I tell him I'm doing that or... Nah he'll see.” She heard another click before the pacing stopped, “Schrodinger? Schrodinger? Come here?” She heard the sound of someone making a clicking noise with their tongue as their footsteps got closer. The woman shrank back against the inside of the closet as the came to a stop. She forced herself to hold her breath. “You're really interested in this closet, huh?” There was a pause and she had to wonder if the person outside was inspecting the door. “... Probably more evidence...” The woman let out a gasp sucking in her breathe again as the door opened.

She looked down and saw a calico cat. Left eye brown, right eye gold. She allowed her gaze to travel up, skinny jeans, a loose grey shirt, nothing but simple except the eyes. Wild catlike eyes left eye gold and right eye brown, they made her look fierce but the expression was wrong. Nervous smile with pointed canine seeming to stutter wordlessly. It was very unexpected and then her hand shot out covering her eyes. “AH!... s-sorry. It's bright! You saw nothing?” It was worded like a question and there was a pause as if she was expecting an answer before she continued, “Ah... right you're gagged.” She felt a gentle patting on her person and she squirmed confused by the action, “Sorry did that hurt... oh right... uh gagged... Ummm...” The girl then moved away unintentionally allowing her drop. She shifted as she watched the teenage girl start pacing back and forth. The rhythmic creaking almost calming instead of starling as it would have been had the door been shut and it was the man doing it instead. The girl was clearly in her own head muttering expletives under her breath as she was typing out a message on a cell phone? Who was she speaking to? Was it the man? She attempted to shift her body again. Her eyes shifted once again to the cat.

The cat padded over to her and sniffed her. It was quite pretty. Its fur was orange, black and white, maybe it was a calico cat. She pondered why the cat was here and why the girl seemed to be speaking with it before her gaze was drawn to the cat's tail. It was long? Or wait no. not long the tip seemed to mist out. Her eyes followed the trail back to the girl who was still muttering over her phone. As she looked up at her the girl turned and seemed to snap two pictures with the camera's distinctive click. She tilted her head, maybe she was gathering evidence. The teenaged girl had mentioned that before she had opened closet. But if she was gathering evidence that meant she was probably a hero. Maybe she was a member of an underground agency. She watched as the girl seemed to tap on the phone a few more time before walking closer. She craned her head up trying to get a closer look at the teenager again before felt hands pulling her up. She looked up at the girl, she was going to be saved, she was going to let her go. Then she felt her shove her backwards back into the closet, “Sorry... I'm not a good person.” She screamed trying to plead but the sound was muffled. Why was she not letting her go? She felt something cool slide down her back before feeling a soft vibration. “I'm sorry I can't be here.” She looked back up at the girl trying to fall forward again. “Someone will save you. It can't be me.... Schrodinger, Jacket!” She then heard swift footfalls and the slamming of a door. The frantic hissing of a cat and then swift apologies drifting out of range.

She slammed her head on the closet door. The cold object seemed to be phone if the intermittent buzzing was anything to go by. Perhaps she had sent a message out before she had run. Tears slide from her eyes in frustration as she continued to try and scream before she eventually gave up. She tried to calm her breathing and focused on what she had last seen. Blonde hair, tearful catlike eyes and a forceful fanged smile that seemed to express how sorry she was. Those last words rang through her head as she sighed, “I'm sorry I'm not a good person.” No, maybe not, but they had the makings of one.

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Shouta Aizawa was tired. It had been a long day and the time for U.A’s entrance exams was swiftly drawing near. Meaning he would have to start preparations for a whole new class of problem children and potential expulsions. He was honestly unsure why he, Eraserhead, was being called to the scene of a crime that had not even necessitated Hero presence in the first place. Apparently, the villain was off site and being apprehended there. He let out a heavy sigh and made his way up to the apartment that was currently. He took a cursory glance at the scene. A woman wrapped in a blanket seemed to be speaking with a couple of paramedics. From what he could see there was bruising around her arms and an ice pack on her head. She seemed a bit shaken but from the brief information he’d gathered before making his way over it was all to be expected in the situation. Apparently, she’d been in a closet for weeks now and she had not realized how long it had been. Her work had filed just today, that she had not been in for awhile that morning after failing to contact her. Some of her co-workers had been concerned citing that she did not have anyone living with her at the time. Aizawa frowned, normally it would be pretty hard to find someone if they had been missing for over 24 hours, he guessed she had been lucky. “Ah. Eraserhead.” Aizawa looked up as he was approached by a familiar detective though he was kind of surprised to see him in Mustafu normally he operated outside of Saitama and not really this close to Tokyo. “Sorry to call you in, what with it being exam season and all.” The man gave a nervous chuckle before looking at the room again. He wore a concerned look, Aizawa nodded at him for him to continue. “Anyway, I guess I should tell you why I’m here,” He seemed to shrink back a bit at Aizawa’s glowering, “Well, this whole situation might be another instance of Unknown Caller.”

“Unknown Caller… That’s the informant that sneaks into places and takes photos on burner phones…” Aizawa frowned furrowing his brow a bit, “… Something about them potentially being young given how they dictate information.”

“Yeah well the potential is sadly now a definite.” The detective stated as he pointed over to the victim, “The woman over there got a clear look at Unknown Caller’s face. We’ve also confirmed that they have a quirk of some kind though the details on it are kind of sketchy.”

“How young?”

“… She said around middle school age, though that could mean around the age of your first-year students. She -” Aizawa could only sigh at that going into his own thoughts as the man rattled off more facts about the situation. This was just great some unknown teenage vigilante was probably running around trying to be hero. They were an untrained problem child and that could only spell trouble for them. The kid was probably going to get themselves killed. “Might have to call them ‘Cat Burglar now though…” Aizawa paused at that comment, “What?”

“Oh, the girls quirk from what we gathered it’s a cat and they seem to have stolen money or have a penchant for doing so…” Aizawa just stared at the man, “Did you not hear me? It doesn’t seem like they go around intending to do good based upon the witness’s statement,” The man continued on, “According to her it was just a place to eat, get money and stay out of the rain. Which means that the other cases might be similar?” The detective frowned and let out a sigh, “Which means that the kid might be unknowingly stumbling into these situations? Which would actually make sense of why some of the cases were brought up against average people?” “Wait… When did you first get evidence from Unknown Caller?” Aizawa asked the detective only to have the man look up at him with a look of confusion. The man took a moment to think before he suddenly went a bit pale. “About… two or three years ago… which means…”

“She’d have to been around 10 or 11 when this all started.”

“Some of those cases though….” The man sort of trailed off recalling some evidence that was pretty gruesome to see at the time.

“And a kid saw that…” Aizawa muttered under his breath, “Anyways you called me here for a reason.” “Ah right.” The man looked nervous before, “I was wondering if you could keep an eye out for her. If she is in the area now somehow, I doubt she’ll be able to get back to Saitama.” The man frowned, “I’m honestly not expecting much I know your busy with teaching on top of hero work but maybe keep an eye out.” The man seemed to write down some details on a piece of paper before continuing to speak. “We’re probably going to run her characteristics through the database and see if she’s been involved in any other incidents. We’re also going to look into seeing if we can get access to some security footage to see if we can get an actual image on her. However, I don’t think we’re going to end up releasing this information.”

“You think if she knows she’s being looked for, she’ll disappear.”

“The victim mentioned that our Cat Burglar seemed guilt-stricken. Like she was used to doing what she did. Apparently apologized for being and I quote, ‘Not a good person.’ Who even says those things nowadays?”

“I’ll look into it. I can’t promise any results. Send me the images if you get them.” Aizawa took the piece of paper from the detective who was now looking a bit grateful.

“Thank you again for stopping by.” Aizawa nodded at the man before walking away looking at the paper going over the details. The Unknown Caller. A Cat Burglar. Another problem child he had not met yet. What a long day.

#bnha oc #fanfiction #Well this was fun to write at least

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bunnibai · 4 years

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Taiyuu Round 1

It’s finally here! Ameko is in school and she’s here to win >:3

Today might have been the most perfect day Ameko had seen in a long time.

In the training field, the newly-planted grass was a bright green that seemed to cushion under her feet while she walked, as if telling Ameko that she was welcome to go wherever she pleased. The sun was bright and shining, bouncing off of her and her classmates encouragingly. There were a lot of them, and while Ameko had already memorized a few names (she caught a glance of the cute ghost boy from the exam, the one Ameko had since bribed Lana-chan to tell her the name of, shyly talking to another student), she couldn’t help but marvel at all of the different kinds of people that gathered in the group.

Beside her, she walked next to the two kids who had seemed the nicest in the class; Hiyasu-chan and Tokei-kun were shy, but didn’t seem annoyed by the addition of a bright girl who could talk their ear off and and ask question and question about What do you use for your hair, Hiyasu-chan, it’s so fluffy just like mine! and Tokei-kun, you can speed up anything? What about the time something takes to cook?

Hiyasu-chan looked distracted next to Ameko, her eyes lingering on one of the 1-B students. She was taller than the rest of the crowd, and looked intimidating.

“Ah, what is it, Hiyasu-chan?” Ameko asked softly, looking over and tilting her head slightly. Hiyasu-chan eeped, breaking from her concentration, before blushing and quickly looking at the ground. “O - oh, uhm… I guess I - I just… Well, she looks… Pretty… And strong…” She blushed harder, her hand in Ameko’s getting colder with her nervousness. Ameko took another look at the scary girl, and saw what Hiyasu-chan meant.

It was almost funny; at her old school, the other kids wouldn’t have wanted to have a conversation about crushes with her. They wouldn’t want to stand next to her, or hold her hand, not like Taiyuu.

Ameko enjoyed it.

She could hear the class settle because of what she assumed to be the two teachers, but this far in the back it was impossible for Ameko to see. She bounced on her heels, debating on whether or not to use her quirk, when a hand settled on her shoulder.

“Do you need help, Tokachi-kun?”

Tokei-kun’s face was neutral, but Ameko could pick out certain traces of emotions. A little bit of parental concern, maybe some curiosity. Ameko looked back to the front before blushing faintly.

“I can’t see this far back. Ah, Tokei-kun, you’re tall! Can you help me?”

Without warning, Ameko was lifted up over Tokei-kun and shifted so that she was sitting on their shoulders. They remained calm, their flowy hair ticking Ameko’s arms and making her smile. Across the way, she could see the faintest trace of a smile from Lana. Ameko beamed back.

Ameko watched as the two teachers stood in the front, and her own, Kyokkou-sensei, bounced slightly where she stood, with a sunny smile and an even sunnier attitude. The teachers explained the rules with a kind of confidence and clarity that made Ameko feel safe and relaxed.

“So, first up, Tokachi and Gakusa!” Kyokkou-sensei smiled at Ameko, flashing a thumbs up and an encouraging, “Good luck!”

The pavement of the arena was sturdy and supportive under Ameko’s feet. She twisted her hair into a bun and studied the boy across from her, taller and analyzing Ameko was a neutral face. He reminded Ameko a little bit of Lana-chan; he had her hard look, and her cold aura, although a little cooler. While Lana-chan was a nice breeze on a hot day, wandering and comforting, Gakusa-chan was more like an ice pack, soothing.

Ameko held her hand out, letting the crisp spring air dance on her fingers as it waited. Without hesitation, Gakusa-chan shook it, giving the smaller girl a slight nod.

“Good luck, Tokachi-kun.”

“Good luck Gakusa-chan!”

As the teachers yelled go, Ameko jumped back, letting her feet skid on the ground right before the boundary. She figured the fight should be easy enough; she’s fast with her quirk, almost as much as Lana-chan, and Gakusa-chan didn’t look particularly muscular.

Gakusa-chan crouched down, his eyes trained on Ameko. Ameko rushed forward, but just as she went to push him out of the way, he sidestepped. Ameko stumbled for a quick second. She whipped around, stepping back just as Gakusa-chan went to grab her.

Ameko jumped back, keeping her eyes trained on Gakusa-chan. Don’t let him out of your sight. Being observant wasn’t something Ameko was natural with, not by a long shot. But time after time after time, it was a learned habit, one she needed to win. Lana-chan had taught her as much, days afterschool in the field near their houses, where the two girls would train, and train, and train until they were sweating.

Ameko went to swipe her feet under Gakusa-chan’s. He moved out of the way. Ameko took a step back.

Many people looked at Ameko and Lana-chan and saw two very different girls. They saw Lana-chan, a girl who’s attitude yelled focused and driven, someone who had a goal and was making the necessary steps to achieve it. They saw Ameko, drifting along like a dandelion in the wind, wandering in the wind without a clear goal.

You’d make a good hero, Ameko. You could save a lot of people, if you wanted to.

What people forgot about dandelions, though, was that they actually had a purpose. For all of their drifting, all of the hope and the wishing, dandelions got one step closer to making a difference. To grow into their own plant, to give more wishes, to live.

Gakusa-chan dodged Ameko again. They got closer to the edge.

Ameko, for all of her drifting, had a purpose, too. She needed to make the world a place where as many adults as possible could be there, accountable and helping. Ameko wanted to be one of those people.

On the side, Ameko picked out a conversation between Lana-chan and another classmate, sunny and bright with a lazy smile.

“Oh! Childhood friends, huh, Ogura?”

Never let your eyes leave your partner. Ameko kept her eyes locked on Gakusa-chan, but he looked over, straightening for a split second.

A second was all Ameko needed.

With a squeal, Ameko hopped forward, using her momentum to push Gakusa-chan out of the ring. He hit the floor first with a thud. Because Gakusa-chan was significantly taller than Ameko, his head was firmly outside while Ameko sprawled out inside of the arena. Her chest thumped like a rabbit’s, quick and excited.

“Tokachi wins!”

Ameko stood up, brushing the dirt off of her shirt. She saw Gakusa-chan still on the floor, rubbing the back of his head, and reached her hand out.

“Ah! Here, Gakusa-chan. Sorry if I hit you too hard.”

Gakusa-chan took her hand and stood up, towering over here. He studied her carefully. “Your quirk is really interesting, Tokachi-kun.”

Ameko beamed. “Aaaah, thank you, Gakusa-chan! I’m sure yours is great, too.”

“It’s called Status. I can tell you more about it sometime.” The two of them started walking over to a small table off to the side, set up with water and little snacks. Ameko took a sip of water before shoving a handful of little candies into her mouth.

“Are you free this weekend? There’s a really nice cat cafe not too far from here in Tokyo! I’ve only been there once, but it was really cool.”

“That sounds fun, Tokachi-kun. Sure.” Gakusa-chan paused. “How did you come up with your strategy?”

“My what?” Ameko blinked.

“The pattern when you fight. It’s specific.”

“I don’t do any kind of pattern on purpose, Gakusa-chan.”

“Is there someone you regularly train with?”

Ameko looked back to Lana-chan, who was approaching the arena with a girl Ameko was all too familiar with. Takakutou-chan looked cocky, sauntering and grinning. She had the same smug look back at the exam, when she had bullied Seisei-chan.

“Oh, I guess I do.”

Lana-chan’s eyes met Ameko’s, and like second nature, her hands lifted to sign what she knew her heart had wanted to say.

Win.

#taiyuu #taiyuu oct #bnha #bnha oc #writing #ameko tokachi #gakusa oh #tokachi ameko #a few other background characters

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bluecoloreddreams · 5 years

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Hey, I love your TsukiYama fics, they are so good!!!... and some of them are so sad. But I was wondering, if Yama and Tsukki takes Himawari to her biological parents greaves and explains the situation that got them to adopt her when she is old enough to understand. I like to think that Yama tell his late cousin how their daughter is doing

Oh, thank you!!! So, at first, I was gonna answer this with just like, an author comment, but I can do you better than that:

It’s April again. Time and time again, the spring opens up, cool air mixing into something warm as the cherry blossoms open, replacing the snow with pink drifts of petals.

It’s time for change. They shift from wool coats to felted ones; Tadashi layers his shirts, long-sleeve, short-sleeve, jacket. They open the windows and doors, shooing out the last dregs of winter. The dog goes to the groomer. The cat gets cornered in the bathroom trying to run away from the flea collar. Uniforms get bought in a different size, one grade’s ribbon exchanged for another.

There’s a house, now, in the suburbs of Sendai. A house that’s big enough for them all to spread and grow. The hot water works; the paint is new; there’s a laundry room and the door never sticks in its hinges. There’s a garden, a ramshackle thing with wildflowers and tomatoes and once, corn, straight from the bird feeder (before the cat got the bird, which was a traumatic experience all around).

Tadashi tugs a brush through his hair, mouth full of bobby pins, trying to decide the most reputable way to style his hair. At the clinic, no one really cares what their vet’s hair looks like, as long as he does his job correctly. At home, no one cares either, because if it’s not loose or in a bun, it’s done up in some odd experimental style or another, complete with Hello Kitty scrunchies. His family, on the other hand…

They’ve relaxed in the last few years, considerably. Extended family, not so much, but this is the only time of year he really sees them anymore.

He sighs and pins his bangs back into his ponytail, figuring it will just have to do. He straightens his tie, a silk thing borrowed from Kei with dinosaurs printed up and down the length of it, and if it’s a little bit ridiculous to wear to a seven-year memorial service, then that’s just how it’ll be.

He hears the car pull up, and he slips from the bathroom to pad down the stairs just in time to be nearly barreled over by the dog on one side and a flying mass of pigtails and rumpled school uniform on the other.

He hoists Himawari up, groaning as he spins her around. Eight is probably too old to be carrying her around like he did when she was two, but hours and hours of picking up heavier dogs than her allows him a little more flexibility about it.

“Woah there, you look like you rolled down a hill,” Tadashi says, setting her down.

Kei clicks his tongue at the doorway, leaning down to take his shoes off, holding Himawari’s loafers in his hand. “Tell your papa,” he says, sounding amused.

“Uh.”

Tadashi closes his eyes and counts to five. “Himawari-chan, what did you do now?”

“Sora-chan said I couldn’t have three dads and a mom so I pushed her down the playground slide but she grabbed me,” Himawari says, eyes decidedly not meeting Tadashi’s, suddenly very interested in petting Tikachu the Dog.

Tadashi groans, kneeling down so he’s eye-to-eye with his daughter. “We don’t push,” he says. “You know that.”

Himawari looks away from Tadashi, fidgeting with the ends of her pigtails. “She was being mean, and she said bad things about you and dad, so I pushed her.”

“Show your dad,” Kei says, a smirk barely concealed. His arms are crossed as he leans in the doorway, eyes glinting behind his glasses.

Himawari tips her head back and opens her mouth and Tadashi flinches. “Okay, well! That’s, uh, great! Please close your mouth,” he says, wrinkling his nose at the sight of a missing molar. “Kei, please tell me you have it.”

“Mm. We also have to go buy new stockings,” Kei adds like he’s being helpful.

“Okay! Okay, we’ll address this in a moment!” Tadashi says, standing up with a clap. “Himawari-chan, how about you go get changed while daddy and I talk?”

“Am I in trouble?”

Tadashi shoots Kei a look, who shrugs and spreads his hands out. “You let Nishinoya and Tanaka babysit her growing up, that’s not on me,” he says.

“We’ll talk about fighting later,” Tadashi says. “You can’t fistfight everyone who thinks our family is a little odd, Himawari-chan.”

“Yeah but,” Himawari starts, scowling and ducking her chin into the collar of her uniform. “You are my real dads.”

Tadashi grins then, leaning back up against Kei as he steps up out of the entry. “You’re right,” he says, throat tight as Himawari flashes a toothy grin and flits up the stairs to her bedroom.

“You suck at discipline,” Kei drawls. “And tying ties. Turn around.”

Tadashi turns dutifully, smoothing his fingers over Kei’s shoulders, tapping the sunflower-embossed pin on his lapel. “Keeping that on?”

“I’m always up for intimidating idiots,” Kei drawls, undoing Tadashi’s tie, eyes focused at the other man’s throat. “I go to pick her up and find her in the nurses’ office with a piece of ice and skinned knees and a referral. They were going on about no tolerance until they saw my pin. It was déjà vu.”

“It was because of that project,” Tadashi sighs. “When school started the new term, when you were away at that conference in Tokyo, she did a family history project.”

“I see,” Kei says, looping Tadashi’s tie expertly. “Where’s your blazer?”

“By the door,” Tadashi answers. “I guess the other little girl is new to the school or to the class. Was she hurt?”

“No, her mother ran into me in the parking lot, actually. She was nice,” Kei says offhandedly. He reaches up and tugs a piece of Tadashi’s bangs free, tucking it gently behind his ear. “There you go.”

“Did you make Himawari apologize?”

“What do you take me for?” Kei scoffs.

“A sucker,” Tadashi snickers, ducking when Kei reaches out to ruffle his hair. He reaches out and grabs his blazer from the peg by the door, shrugging it on as Himawari comes thudding down the hallway in her black dress and tights, pigtails a bit lopsided as she grabs Tadashi’s outstretched hand.

Kei takes her other hand, and they both hold her up as she shoves her feet into her obnoxiously sparkly pink boots.

“Daddy got sunflowers,” she tells Tadashi. “He said I could have one.”

“I did not,” Kei snorts. “She stole one out of the bouquet.”

“They’re for my mommy and daddy,” Himawari protests. “One of them needs to be from me.”

“She’s right,” Tadashi points out, letting Himawari tug free of his hand and skip towards the car.

Kei rolls his eyes as Tadashi steps into his shoes. “And you wonder why she’s spoiled,” he complains.

“Oh, no, I know exactly why,” Tadashi laughs.

“Come on!” Himawari cries, tugging at the door handle. “Come oooon! We’re gonna go see my other parents!”

Maybe it was wrong to be so open about Kana and her husband with Himawari from such a young age, or how hard they had to fight to adopt her. But they never wanted to hide it from her, never wanted her to feel like she’d been unwanted or left behind, so they told her in ways she could understand, took her to the graves and set up a shrine in the house and taught her how to leave food and flowers, how to say the prayers. They gave her Kana’s journals, with her tiny footprint and lock of hair; they gave her her father’s rock collection and taught her the names of the tiny gemstones in it. They tried to teach her in the hopes that she could grow and be happy and learn.

April always brought changes, and not all of them good. Every year, Tadashi grapples with how he can be so thankful for something so awful, and he prays. He prays to apologize, to thank, to hope that he’s raising Himawari in the same loving way that his cousin would have. That she always meets their memory with a thankfulness and desire to love them without knowing them. That he and Kei can be the parents that she needs, that they can grow together, until the next time the petals fall.

#asks #mitkun writes stuff #tsukkiyama #haikyuu!!#oh my god I haven't written these two in Y E A R S #but I was OVERCOME #Anonymous

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themeatlife · 4 years

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the Meat Life Stay-At-Home Watchlist

Chronicling what I have watched or rewatched through the pandemic so far

The world has changed around us the last few months, particularly in the United States since March 11. With the lack of events to hit up, like most Americans I’ve been catching up on some watching through the various streaming services and my own digital copies of movies and shows.

I didn’t really think of keeping up with what I have been watching until just recently, but here is what I can remember hitting up so far since I’ve spent the majority of the time at home. Some are favorites that I would have watched anyway. Some were unfinished until I got a chance to get back to them. And others just became available.

Here’s what I remember of the watchlist:

The Office (Netfilx) This is a favorite of me and the wife. We watch this on the regular though. My wife uses The Office as her lullaby of sorts, putting it on in the evening as she gets ready for bed and is in bed to fall asleep. I did a post on the 15th anniversary, so I won’t really deep-dive.

Gossip Girl (Netflix) Another one that my wife rotates with The Office as her lullaby. The series is not bad, it’s basically The OC in Manhattan (both are created and developed by Josh Schwartz). It also takes on a new perspective when you think about star Penn Badgley is the creep in You. So Dan Humphrey gets this weird creeper Joe Goldberg vibe at times.

Parks and Recreation (Netflix) I never got into Parks and Rec on its original run. I was encouraged to check it out by some coworkers since I liked The Office. It is a great show, very funny, and poignant in a way. It feels like a throwback to when people could disagree politically and still get along. There is a lot less of that nowadays. We might need more Parks and Rec in real life. I started this right before the pandemic and finished around the beginning of things getting locked down.

Frozen II (Disney+) The sequel debuted on Disney+ early on in the quarantine period. My family enjoyed it. I thought it was entertaining, but I felt like it was weighted down a bit by the mythology explaining. It seemed too busy explaining a lot of things. Still an enjoyable movie, but the first is better.

Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem, and Madness (Netflix) Intriguing. The series debuted early in the quarantine period and became a staple of stay-at-home viewing and a runaway hit. Lots of WTF moments. It was like the train wreck analogy to the Nth degree. But you can tell it was made in a way that leans in favor of Joe Exotic, making him look like a victim in the last couple episodes. Also gave way to memorable memes ever since.

The Rocketeer (Disney+) I haven’t watched this movie since I was a kid. Looking back, you can see a lot of The Rocketeer in Captain America - The First Avenger. Easy to see though, since they share the same director Joe Johnston. Prior to America’s involvement in World War II, a movie star Nazi goes after an experimental rocket pack developed by Howard Hughes. The rocket pack is retrieved by accident from a down on luck stunt pilot. Fun movie.

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (Disney+) I should have watched the entire Skywalker saga leading up to it, but I figured I have a ton of time to do that later. This was a May the 4th watch. I haven’t watched the Skywalker saga finale since it was in theaters. It’s not a bad movie, I just feel it could have been a lot better with some modifications here and there. Also, I believe this was going to be the Leia movie. The Force Awakens was Han’s swan song, as was The Last Jedi for Luke. I feel like this would have been great for Leia but obviously they were limited due to the untimely death of Carrie Fisher. The scene where Ren/Ben speaks with Han after battling Rey would have hit harder with Leia instead of Han.

Trolls: World Tour (VOD) Cute kid movie. Was nice to hear a lot of familiar music. Sucks that rock was the villain in the first couple acts. Seeing it once was enough, though. Like the first Trolls, I am glad my kids enjoyed it but did not participate in excessive multiple viewings.

Onward (Disney+) Didn’t get a chance to catch this at the theater before they closed them down. Great movie, but gosh. Why does Pixar always pull at the heart strings like that? I was quietly crying to myself at the end. I’m glad we made our living room dark theater-style, otherwise my kids would have seen me all torn up.

Fast and Furious 5-7 (Fast Five - HBO, The Fast and the Furious 6/Furious 7 - Digital) I ended up not watching the entire series. There is a great trilogy within the series, 5-7 was that trilogy. Fast Five was the best of the FF franchise and where it perfected their movie formula. It was like an action Ocean’s Eleven with cars. 6 and 7 expanded on that formula, upping the humor and ridiculousness factor. 6 had the exits of the Han and Gisele characters (they found a way to tie in Tokyo Drift to the rest of the series, Gal Gadot was on her way to becoming Wonder Woman for DC). And 7 had that great ending with the tribute to Paul Walker to the sounds of Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puth.

Toy Story 4 (Disney+) Another Pixar hit. Didn’t hit me quite as hard as Onward or Toy Story 3 did emotionally, thank goodness. I thought this story was over the way Toy Story 3 ended. But Pixar did a good job adapting to prolong these characters stories. It did feel like it was a bit of two and three combined looking back. Still very good, Pixar knows what it’s doing.

The Marvel Infinity Saga (Disney+/Netflix/Digital) Leading up to the one-year anniversary of the release of Avengers: Endgame, I went through and rewatched all 23 MCU movies. This time, I went in chronological story order by starting with Captain America - The First Avenger. I chronicled the order I watched in my last post. Even after viewing many of these movies multiple times, I’m still amazed at how much I enjoy them and the scope of what Marvel was able to achieve leading into the climax in Endgame.

Community (Netflix/Hulu) I loved Community on its initial run on NBC but never watched any of the episodes when it was on Yahoo for its sixth season. It has been great to rewatch the meta-humor and sitcom trope parodies. And since Ken Jeong and Joel McHale started their own podcast called The Darkest Timeline (half COVID-19, half Community pod), it has been a good companion viewing.

The Back to the Future Trilogy (Netflix) Recent add to Netflix for easy viewing, these movies have been a favorite of the Mitra boys since childhood. Upon viewing as an adult, there is some humor that I didn’t recognize as a kid that is hilarious to me now. It is also crazy how well this teen time-travel sci-fi comedy works. Some of the effects in Part 2 are dated and 2015 didn’t quite end up the way it did in the movies. But overall very enjoyable on the rewatch!

Extraction (Netflix) High budget action flick funded by Netflix? Written by the Russo Brothers? And staring Chris Hemsworth? I’m in! Directed by long-time stunt man and Russo Bros go-to stunt coordinator Sam Hargrave (you can tell the Russo influence). It has an awesome 15ish minute one-shot action/chase sequence that is top notch. Don’t think much about the plot or the controversy of cultural representation, just enjoy the action.

The Mighty Ducks Trilogy (HBO) Another childhood favorite of mine. Nevermind that the hockey itself isn’t accurate. This is about pure fun for an hour and a half at a time. Come for the hi-jinx, stay for the heart. Triple-deke, knuckle-puck, taking out the trash. And leave it out on the ice!

The Harry Potter Series (Blu-Ray/Digital) This was not a go-to for me until Linda made me watch the entire series. I guess when the first movie came out, it was too much of a kid movie for me (I was a high school senior at the time). But from the second movie onward, it felt like the storytelling and movie making got better and better. The Deathly Hallows was an epic ending, even if they did change the ending from the book. I didn’t watch the newer Fantastic Beasts movies along with this though, my wife did.

Westworld - Season 3 (HBO) Recently got HBO back, so I caught up on Westworld Season 3. I haven’t rewatched the previous seasons yet, but I may revisit it soon. Season 1 was spectacular, Season 2 was confusing as hell but still entertaining. Season 3 is somewhere in between, expanding on the ongoing storyline. It was more straight-forward because its storyline is in the “real-world.” For those of you that have watched, didn’t you think it was highly ironic that the Incite ball was basically the AT&T logo? (AT&T is the parent company for WarnerMedia and HBO)

The Last Dance (ESPN/ESPN+) The Michael Jordan docu-series has been a god-sent for sports fans devoid of live American sports for the past couple months. Is it Jordan-biased? Sure. But it is full of drama and intrigue and full of nostalgia. The NBA had commissioned a camera crew to follow the 1997-1998 Chicago Bulls on their run for their sixth NBA championship. Jordan owned the controlling rights to the footage and unlocked it after the 2016 NBA Finals. So this documentary was years in the making and with the pandemic the release date was moved up. Although it featured a lot of unseen footage, it also chronicled the years leading up to the 1998 Bulls title. The last 5 Sundays have been awesome.

The Princess Bride (Disney+) I haven’t watched this movie since I was a kid. It wasn’t one of my recurring watches back then. So this was actually my second viewing of this movie ever. I found it quite enjoyable. It was cheesy, but fun, and a good family watch. One of the many older titles available on Disney+.

Scoob (VOD) My kids had some of the older Scooby Doo episodes on DVD and watched them when they were younger. This was a fun revisit for them and for us as parents. It was actually cool seeing a lot of the Hanna-Barbera characters in one movie. We watched this shortly after finishing Community, and my kids recognized Ken Jeong’s voice as Dynomutt. My daughter hilariously shouted “Senor Chang!” when she recognized him.

The Indiana Jones Series (Netflix) I introduced my son to Indiana Jones a few months ago watching Raiders of the Lost Ark. He loved it. He lost a little bit of interest during the Temple of Doom, I think the character Short Round lost it for him (character hasn’t aged well). The Last Crusade reclaimed his interest. Harrison Ford was at his natural apex playing Indiana Jones. I did not watch the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I didn’t feel the need to revisit that installment, while it was enjoyable the alien ending ruined the lead up to it.

The Dark Knight Trilogy (Batman Begins/The Dark Knight - Hulu, The Dark Knight Rises - Digital) Every few years I try to revisit this series. It is the best thing DC has ever put out cinematically. While Begins and Rises is more comic book, TDK is a straight crime drama set in the world of Batman. My favorite is Rises, but the absolute best comic book movie remains The Dark Knight, even with the advent of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Jurassic Park/Jurassic World Series (Jurassic Park/The Lost World: Jurassic Park - Blu-Ray, Jurassic World - Digital, Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom - Cinemax) The original Jurassic Park is such a great movie. Rewatching, it’s crazy how well the effects for the dinosaurs hold up. Steven Spielberg, Stan Winston, and ILM did a great job mixing animatronic and CGI dino effects that stand the test of time. The Lost World was enjoyable but not as good as the original. I skipped JP III, such a bad movie. Jurassic World was a good way to reboot the series, basically a remake of the original but incorporating a lot of references to it. I just finished Fallen Kingdom today. Although Fallen Kingdom was entertaining, it fails to recapture some of the magic of JP and JW.

I’m not sure what I will hit up next. I might hit some Keanu Reeves movies like Speed, the Matrix Trilogy, and/or the John Wick Trilogy. Maybe Top Gun. Maybe rewatch Friends or How I Met Your Mother. Maybe something on HBO Max when it comes out like The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Maybe Terminator. Possibilities are endless, at least until some American sports return.

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Freefall 2/-

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, mild smutt, romance, adventure, reconciliation, cursing, anxiety.

Summary:

After the events of ‘Going Under’ you start a new life in Tokyo. Realizing those events changed you in more than one way. You’re not just the nice analyzer girl, you take life in your own hands again. Only to be pulled back into the rabbit whole.

After almost 2 years the Avengers call upon your help. Recapturing the one person that made your life a living hell. Going on a manhunt, or more likely woman hunt, with the one person you hoped to leave behind for good. Will things spark again between the two of you or are you as cold as ice?

A/N: SO here’s the first chapter of Freefall. The one you’ve been waiting for! It’s a stand alone story by itself, but if you want to know the backstory, I recommend reading Going Under.

Chapter 02: Kare / Him

The skyline beneath you lights up. Feeling the plane descent, alarms you that you’re almost there. New York, the place you left 2 years ago, the place you hoped to leave behind for good. The place where he recedes, the person that stole your heart and smashed it in betrayal. Sure he apologized and helped you capture her, but you were so disappointed in him, you expected more from him, from Captain America. Remembering your last conversation with him, you can’t help but feel a mixture of nausea and butterflies in your stomach.

“Y/n, please don’t leave. We can figure this out, together”, Steve took your face in his hands, standing close to you. “No Steve, I need to do this, as much as I want us to be more. I…I just need time to process everything, time…away…from you” your eyes shimmer with unshed tears. His thumb lifts your chin, making you look directly at him. “You sure, I can…” he starts, seeing you nod no, is enough for him to shut up. He couldn’t make you change your mind, he needed to let you go, were you to come back to him. Your wounded heart needed to heal, even it would mean years waiting for you. He would occupy himself while he waited, it was his punishment for betraying you. Giving you one last kiss, you say your goodbyes, trying not to let the inner turmoil win, you don’t look back.

You tucked those feelings away, when you left 2 years ago, hoping you would outgrow them, maybe find someone new. Instead of giving in, you let your new task as field agent consume you, Makoto lovely nicknamed you ‘Robotto’, seeing your ability to shut off all emotions. If she could see you now, she wouldn’t call you that anymore, your emotions were all over the place, including the nervousness of seeing him again. You had to keep your feelings in check, your solemn mission was to recapture Sharon. Just had to focus on that one.

The drive to the new compound was silent, you were trying to prepare yourself for the encounter. Your nerves were getting the best of you, seeing everyone back evoked so many emotions. The stories Lexi had told you, didn’t help. Feeling responsible for the loss of a great archer, due to the fact that Clint decided to retire. Callie had gone of grid for nearly a year, only to be found by Owen who had dragged her back. Avery wasn’t the fun and kind person she knew anymore. According to Lexi he had the nickname ‘Helix’, for letting people spiraling down, while in interrogation. Wanda had panic attacks during missions and they got even worse after Sharon’s escape. And there was Steve, who since your departure, had gone rogue for a while. He blamed himself for not trusting you, for letting someone manipulate him, that he didn’t trust anyone working for the law. Lexi told you that he changed much, was more cynical, more on edge and his appearance has changed too. You lay your head against the window, enjoying the cold radiating from it. Somewhere on the way, you drift of having a dreamless sleep until Lexi wakes you. Your mind is still foggy, when you register that you’re at the compound. Looking at Lexi, you ask her how you look, getting two dumbs up from her. Checking yourself in the rearview mirror, you straighten a few strains of hair and wipe away the mascara under your eyes. Stepping out of the car, you are immediately greeted by Calli who launches herself around your neck. “Hi, there, I’ve missed you”, she smiles hugging you tight. “Hi, Calli, it’s been a while”, you hug her back. For the past two years you only kept contact with two people, Lexi and Bucky, they were the ones that stood by you, heard you out and kept you sane. Seeing Owen and Avery stand next to Wanda and Sam, makes your heart ache. Sharon’s sabotages had their effect on them to. Owen looked old and Avery looked worn out, tired. Not to mention of Wanda, who had bags under her eyes from the sleepless nights. Looking at your friends, seeing what the effect of Sharon on them was, you feel guilty and regret leaving instantly. You almost feel selfish for needing space. It wasn’t only you, who got mistreated, on the long way, it was them too.

“Who’s that?” Peter asks, standing next to Steve who’s observing the reunion from a distance. It’s that Lexi stood beside you, otherwise he wouldn’t have recognized you in the first place. Your features had changed, your hair was shorter, had a different color and you looked womanlier, there was nothing girly about you anymore. “Mister America, uhh sorry, Steve, Who’s that?” Peter repeats his question, getting nervous with every second Steve doesn’t answer. “The girl I let get away”, Steve says absentmindedly, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Peter asks looking at Steve. Snapping out of his thoughts Steve looks at Peter, “Did Tony ever tell you about y/n?” he asks, seeing the eyes of Peter widen, “She’s, y/n? Cool?”, Peter answers starting to walk towards the crowd, getting a questionly look from Steve. With two steps he has caught up with Peter, “What the hell did Tony tell you about y/n?” He asks slowing down his pace, waiting for Peter to answer. “Tony told me about her abilities, how she is a tech-genius, knows how to analyze situations, Oh, and how she punched Sharon of course, Why?” looking at the tall Avenger before him, his face in a frown, Tony hadn’t told the young one everything, but why? “So you don’t know about..” Steve starts, but gets interrupted by you. “Hi, Steve..” you stand before him, trying to look calm and confident, but you aren’t. You’re insides are screaming, crying and angry at the same time. Even after all this time apart, you still have feelings for him. Feelings you won’t admit to yourself nor to any other breathing being. He took so much from you and you weren’t going to give him any chance of reconciling with you, right? “Getting Sharon back into the Raft is the reason I’m here, nothing more nothing less, okay?!” you look at the man standing before you, you weren’t the only person that changed. He looked older, maybe it’s because of the longer hair, it seemed darker than before, the beard made him look rough and manly, not the boy scout you left behind. His dark blue uniform displaying his every muscle. Breathing in sharply you repeat your intern mantra, ‘You can’t touch me know, there’s no feeling left. I crawled back on my feet again. What you did to me, I can’t forget’. His eyes narrow on yours, swallowing hard, “Okay”, his rough voice says. Your attention distracted towards his full lips, barely registering his words. “y/n, I’m..Keter Arking, uhmm..sorry..sheejs, Peter Parker, miss y/n”, the young one pushed himself between you and Steve, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Hello Peter, I’m y/n y/l/n, I used to be the teams analyze” you smile at him. “Let’s get inside, so we can discuss this situation”, you add while walking inside.

As if on que Tony walks into the hallway, “Young Lady we seriously need to talk. You go off grid for 2 years and not once you contact me”, he overdramatically exclaims, not paying attention to how the others look. “Old Man, don’t fuss, I kept contact with Lexi and Bucky. They knew where I was all this time”, you counteract, not noticing the raise of eyebrows from Steve. You held contact with Bucky, why didn’t the punk tell him that?

“Come here”, Tony opens his arms, hugging you tight, “He, old man, good to see you”, you whisper in his ear. “Let me look at you”, holding you by the arms. “Looking good, huh, anyone in your life right know? Huh, come on, can tell me, anyone?” Tony teases, “Stop making me laugh, Tony. NO there’s nobody?” you smile, “Don’t tell me you’re still waiting on doufus over there”, he says pointing towards Steve, catching him off guard. “Would you stop it, I’m here for Sharon, so tell me what I need to know”, you take Tony by the arm, letting him lead you towards the meeting room. He could make you feel so relax and forget what happened, it was good to have him as a friend. It was good to have all of them as friends, maybe it was time to let them in, they suffered too. Maybe you could let……

“Were here, please take a seat and we’ll start right away”, Tony announces, typing something in his phone. After everyone’s seated, the blinds close and F.R.I.D.A.Y. starts a presentation. The footage of the Raft is shown, just like the data belonging to Sharon and Rumlow. F.R.I.D.A.Y. finishes the presentation with the question ‘What’s in Morocco?’. “Wouldn’t we all like to know?”, Avery cynically answers. “Relax, Avery, That’s why I’m here for. We will solve this and get that bitch back in the Raft”, trying to calm his nervous was easier in the past, you can still see his jaw clenched, which wasn’t a good sign. “Avery, look at me, Were going to solve this, okay”, looking directly at him, he lowers his eyes, avoiding contact with you. “I know”, he growls under his breath, surprised by his reaction, you try to focus on a different thing. “Tony, Lexi said there were papers Sharon collected during her time in the Raft?” asking the billionaire to show you the room, leaving the rest behind, letting them continue their own things.

“What’s wrong with Avery?”, you ask Tony, guessing the answer, but you want to hear it. “Can’t you guess? He’s angry….with you”, Tony answers bluntly, seeing the look on your face lets him know you guessed wright. “Because I left? He feels left behind?” you ask reconfirming your own thoughts, not looking at Tony. “Yes, he is angry with you, for not staying, for not wanting to process it with him, he finds it selfish and has a hard time grounding himself for feeling so angry”, he explains. “I see”, you say soft, you had to confront him about that, it would be hard, but it had to happen, soon. “Tony, could you show me the gym?”, getting a confused look from the man. “It’s just..I need to clear my thoughts before I’m going to read all those papers, a lot has happened in this short time. I need to blow of some steam, before continuing. Besides major jetlag”, you say while pointing at yourself. “Sure”, Tony smiles, “I’m sorry, it’s just everyone is so on edge. I forgot you’re living on the other side of the planet. We need to go two floors down for the gym. Your belongings are already in your room. So when you’re ready, you can get some sleep. We’ll continue this when you’re rested”, Tony hugs you, kissing the side of your head, “It’s good to have you home again, y/n”, he smiles. You smile back at him, stepping into the elevator, pushing the button, once the elevator is out of Tony’s sight, you let your smile fall. Good to be home, you’re back in the ruckus, back in the turmoil of your feelings of everyone’s feelings. Fuck, you never guessed making that decision 2 years ago, would affect everyone around you.

Programming Friday with you playlist, you enter the gym. After a few laps of running and some warming-up exercises, you start your training routine. Practicing your punches and kicks on a punching back, each blow echoing through the gym. The music switches and an upbeat song from the Pussycat Dolls is played, speeding up your routine, while the music caries you and clears your mind. “Really, didn’t think you were that kind of listener”, a male voice startles you, interrupting your routine. Looking around to see the person interrupting you, you see Bucky standing in the doorway. “Really? y/n, you listen to that shit?” he smiles mockingly at you. “They’re right, I don’t NEED a man, but good to see you to, Barnes”, you smile, sipping at your bottle of water. Walking towards you he looks you over “You’ve changed…..a lot” stopping in front of you, registering every change of your body. “Well you didn’t”, you smile, “Want a hug? It’s a sweaty one?” opening your arms to welcome him in. “Come here you, how’ve you been?” he asks while hugging you. “Learned my lesson, mourned my lost chances and changed my way of living, otherwise fine”, you shrug. “It’s been a while since we talked, you still owe me a call”, Bucky scolds you. “I can’t help it if you call in the middle of a mission. Got interrupted and almost shot at, because you called”, you scold back, continuing your routine. Bucky holds the punching bag in place, seeing the look on his face, you stop for a minute. “What? And don’t say nothing, you have that look on your face” you have your hands on your hips, when he doesn’t answer you continue. Breaking the silence between you, Bucky knows he’s playing with fire, “He misses you, he..” you interrupt him with one glance, “I’m not here to talk about Steve, but to capture Sharon”, your voice as cold as possible, punching the bag even harder. “y/n, look at him, he’s changed to, he can’t stop thinking about the mistakes he’s made with you. Give the idiot a chance”, Bucky continues. You stop punching the bag, “Bucky, either you’re helping me practice and shut up or theirs the door!” you say pointing at the door. “Y/N, listen to me, please..” letting go of the punching bag, “NO! Bucky, stop it! I don’t need to hear it!”, you shout. Punching the bag one last time making it collide with Bucky, who’s surprised and can’t stop the bag in its momentum, making him fall to the ground. Gathering your things, you walk away, “I’m done with practice”. Not seeing Steve stand by the window, you’ve changed so much and he was the one to blame. How could he possibly make it up to you?

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