#in middle school I had a volunteer position for a while where like

[lilnasxvevo]

For the character bingo - Jiang Cheng, and Lan Xichen?

1. Not EVERYONE is wrong about Jiang Cheng but like, very close to everyone. Oh boy is it upwards of 75% for sure

2. My justification for saying that Lan Xichen should have been bullied more, a sentiment I generally do not agree with under any circumstances, is that Lan Xichen is a liiiittle too trusting and he could use a dose of the natural paranoia and suspicion that comes from being bullied for years

#no bingos yet…is the point even to get a bingo? #in middle school I had a volunteer position for a while where like #once a week my sister and my friend and I would go to a local retirement home #and read the bingo numbers for their bingo games #why did we do this? i don’t know. that’s still kind of the age where you just do whatever your parents say because you have to #i certainly did not personally know anyone at that retirement home #tho I think my sister’s classmate’s grandma lived there #but like. i don’t think she ever came to bingo. #ANYWAY

[nothing0fnothing]

Yanno, all that Colleen Ballinger stuff has calmed down, so I think this is a great time to tell this absolutely absurd story about a time I witnessed my mum so deep in her narcissistm, she legit beleived that children were her peers.

There's no better way to put this: When I was 13 years old, my mums best friends were a clique of 15 year old schoolgirls.

She met them through a youth group I had been attending for years at that point. They were older than me, so they used to tease me, whatever, average teen experience. The thing is, my mum joined the youth group as a group leader/volunteer/chaperone and befriended the teenagers.

And I'm not talking about some wholesome "getting to their level" shit. I mean she'd gossip with them about other girls in the youth group.. yes including me. My mum was literally my middle school bully. I mean she would to sneak off behind the building to smoke with the teenage girls she was in a position of trust to. I'm not sure if she was bumming cigs off them or them from her, it doesn't actually matter, it's still really bad. She would give them diet advice that wouldn't be out of place on a proana blog, and tell them that they needed to get skinny while they were young so they didn't have to worry about it when they were older. She'd listen to them spill the tea about the sex they were having with their age inappropriate boyfriends, and not report it because she wanted them to like her more than she wanted them to be safe. It was batshit bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

Like, I'd make some jokes right now about how once a week my 40 year old mother would put on her super skinny, acid wash, low rise bedazzled jeans and walk past me like she didn't just drive me there, so she could sit on a desk with the mean girls and pretend she was one of them, but it was actually really sad. She was cosplaying as the mean girl she never got to be when she was a bullied 15 year old. I'd almost feel sorry for her if it wasn't so inappropriate. I don't think what she did ever strayed into being outright illegal, but it was at best abnormal and at worst just straight up grooming those poor girls.

The other chaperones were, understandibly, super uncomfortable about the situation. They started to exclude my mum from their activities and conversations. She was cultivating a "special relationship" with the kids she was volunteering to support, it's obviously looked down on. I'd see the looks the other adult volunteers would all give each other when she teased me to the point of tears to show off to her literal middle school friends. I thought they were cringing at me. At the time I thought it was so embarrassing that everyone knew I was getting bullied by my mum. As if it was obvious I was the problem because my own mum didn't like me, but it's obvious to me now the source of the cringe was the 40 year old so desperate for street cred amongst the local children she'd openly bully her own child. Everybody was side eying her, literally nobody respected her. In a word, it was pathetic.

So pathetic, that on the way home from youth group, she'd cry in the car to me about how sad it was she was being excluded. Yeah, she would spend 3 hours mocking me for laughs from her tweenage besties, sometimes she wouldn't even stop after I was already crying and another adult had to comfort me. Then she'd get in her volkswagen with me in the front and I'd become the adult, telling her the other chaperones were just jealous of her and offering fun evenings to take her mind off it.

It went on like that for over a year till one of the girls mums found out that my mum was in a group chat with nobody but these 3 girls. I have no idea what she'd been talking about in the group, but considering she'd gossip with them about the penis sizes of the guys they were dating in places where she absolutely could be heard, it was probably pretty bad. She had to go to a group meeting with all the chaperones and some of the parents one day while I was in school and they decided to let her off with it.

They agreed that be allowed to continue working with the kids, my mum had to attend some safeguarding seminars, agree to follow the existing safeguarding guidelines that she signed up to when she became a youth group leader, and to stop showing preferential treatment to the girls she'd groomed for months. In my opinion, not even a punishment.

My mum though, was devastated. She cried on the way home to me about how unfair it was and how the other adults were just jealous that she was cooler than them and their kids liked her more. She told me that she had been ambushed and outnumbered and forced to agree to "not care about the kids anymore." She wasn't sorry. Actually, she had no concept that what she did was wrong. All of these accusations and text message evidence and things that she did in full view of multiple other adults consistently over the course of her abuse saga? Fake news. Lies and slander. Full shaggy defence. "it wasn't me". If I were to ask her about it, to this day she will defend that she was simply the victim of malicious gossip and a toxic workplace culture and her only crime was caring too much.

So yeah every time I saw the Colleen Ballinger drama all I could think of was that one year with my mum and how absolutely absurd it was.

#colleen ballinger #miranda sings #narcissistic abuse #raised by narcissists #vent post #toxic parents #dysfunctional family #narcissistic abuse survivor #weenies

[jiafeick-merriproduct]

JUH-JUH-JUH-JACK MERRISLAY HCS 😍😜👑💅💖✨

(there will be a part for regular hcs, the part where I talk about his sister AKA my oc that i told ygs about in an earlier post, and a part for where there will be a tw)

Part 1:

- Jack's birthday is 7/27 (Zodiac Sign: Leo)

- His father taught him how to hunt (all Jack did was stand there and watch so that's why he hesitated to hunt the pig himself in Chapter 1)

- His mother taught him about soft skills such as teamwork, communcation, leadership, and problem-solving, which made Jack prideful and overall a strong leader (his father mae him aggressive 💀)

- Rich Christian household in the real??

- One of the smartest kids in the class besides Roger (and everyone actually praises himn for it because he always boasts about it)

- Became the leader of the choir ever since he was 9 (literally no one could overthrow him for YEARS, no matter how hard ppl tried they just couldn't get the position because Jack was just better like that ✨)

- Jack was the ASB president for one school year before the Island Incident™

- He was also the president of many clubs including drama club, key club (volunteer leadership thing idk), speech and debate club, fashion club (because he's snazzy like that), and the dance club

- He, Roger, and Maurice are BESTIES

- Jack and Ralph share classes, but they never really interacted with each other in a significant manner before the Island Incident™ (they just pass by each other and smile and wave but ngl Jack started to have feelings for Ralph??? a lil bit????)

Part 2:

- Jack has a younger sister named Lilac!!

- Lilac's birthday is 5/24 (Zodiac Sign: Gemini) and she's 8 years old!!! :D

- She borrows choir uniforms from Jack every year just because they look cool and she looks up to him a lot ^_^

- Lilac tends to be prideful, but she's wayyyyy less manipulative and problematic than her brother 💀

- Lilac shows her arrogance and pride the most for petty competitions (like games in P.E. and board games and stuff) but she would NEVER cheat!!

- She gets actually helpful survival tips from Jack (wholesome sibling bonding fr)

- Talks about her brother every day with other people, wants to be a choir gal and a huntress, and believes Jack could do no wrong whatsoever (if only she knew...)

- Might seem competitive and prideful at first, but deep down inside she's really insecure about meeting her brother's standards and she cares about her friends' wellbeing (she just wants to be strong like her big brother awww <3)

- Ppl talk smack about her mostly because they see her as a cheap copy of her brother (Lilac isn't aware of this)

Part 3 (tw: physical and verbal abuse, injuries)

- His father was physically and verbally abusive towards Jack, Lilac and his mother (who was scared to do anything).

- Jack had LITERAL bruises on his back so no one ever saw how his father beat him so damn often like wtf but unfortunately he saw this as normal since he grew up with this behavior.

- His parents fought frequently and Jack and Lilac only had each other for comfort. Jack was a little more emotionally insensitive and didn't know it was wrong while Lilac clearly saw that this was fxxked up.

- Sometimes the two siblings would sneak out in the middle of the night in a forest area somewhere just to take a long break from the yelling and hitting from their parents

Tysm for reading my headcanons ygsss y'all are real ones frrr ✨✨✨✨

#lord of the flies #lotf #lotf jack #jack merridew #lotf oc

[aliceinclockland]

(cardcaptor high school au drabble)

akiho & kaito's first day in crystal high would be their scary (and kinda awkward) introductions to section cosmos— reasons being:

1. they transferred in the middle of the school year (the school rarely allows those type of transfers), and

2. they had not-so-good experiences with the previous schools they were enrolled in.

but at the end they went home happy :)

kaito actually attended school 3 days after because he wasn't sure if they'll be accepted by their classmates or they'll be the "odd ones" again, just like the past schools.

on akiho's first day, he really didn't want her to go, but akiho assured him that she can handle herself, and added that if he's really worried, he can go with her anytime (after all, lilie enrolled BOTH of them and it's supposedly his first day too). in the end, he denied the offer and chose to anxiously wait for her to be home.

after hearing akiho telling lots of stories after her first day, he became curious. it was rare to see akiho telling school stories while smiling, so he wanted to see the section for himself.

he went with her on the third day. it was a wednesday. new students typically get introduced at the beginning of the week, but there he was, standing by the board. silently waiting for their teacher's cue for him to introduce himself to the class.

"good day, everyone. my name is kaito." he says as he looks for akiho's face in the crowd.

his face remains emotionless as the class looks at him curiously.

"i just transferred here, and i live with akiho's family. that is all." he says as he looked over to where akiho is seated and saw two girls talking to her. from what he remembers from her first day stories, these two must be the students named sakura and tomoyo.

the teacher assigned the seat behind akiho, but before he sat there he wanted to introduce himself to the girls who made akiho happy on her first day.

tomoyo was intrigued by his mannerisms while sakura tells him it's alright to be informal with them. kaito told them they both learned how to speak their language in a formal manner so it's hard to change it. tomoyo joked that she finally have "formal-speaking buddies".

during lunch break, the three girls invited him to eat lunch with the entire group, where he met the rest of them.

naoko and chiharu shared some gossip they've heard about kaito— mainly how "mysterious" he is and how many girls are interested in him. he was worried that he might've done something bad to be within the radar of any student here. the two assures him that what they've heard about him has been mostly positive.

kaito and akiho then opened their lunch box, and everyone marveled at how cute every dish looks. akiho proudly commented that kaito made all of it himself. kaito swore that he could see sparkles in everyone's eyes when they looked at him, probably out of curiosity.

not used to all this attention, he blurted out that he learned how to cook at a very young age. rika, who just arrived (she had to run some errands for a teacher), said that she had to do the same thing too.

that's when they got reminded that everyone haven't introduced themselves properly to kaito yet, so they did.

rika volunteered to be first, since she talked last in the most recent conversation, then yamazaki followed suit. he was about to give a random trivia before chiharu cuts him out with her introduction. naoko followed after, and then syaoran was next.

last to introduce themselves were sakura and tomoyo. after they introduced, kaito honestly confessed that he has heard a lot about the group, and he thanked all of them for taking care of akiho on her first two days.

sakura then told him that akiho is their friend, and that she and kaito can join the group anytime.

the rest of the day was a breeze, and kaito was more than happy that they both ended up in section cosmos.

it's almost as if fate decided that him and akiho will meet sakura's friend group because it knows that they'll be warmly welcomed by them.

for the first time, he looks forward in going to school with akiho.

=====

and cut!

my brain is having too much thoughts rn so this might not be as coherent but the plot outline in my head is:

kaito and akiho's first day. akiho went to school first, kaito went on their 3rd day, was welcomed by everyone despite his fear of them being treated like they're different taking over, and he's never been happier to go to school with akiho after he met sakura's group.

still remained a man of few words, though.

I'd like to believe that him and syaoran actually became close bc they share some similarities 😁

i think that's it? good night 😴

#cardcaptor high #cardcaptor au #yunaaki first day #of course kaito was the sketchy one #he just wants her girl to be happy #precious akiho

[ghostbustersreborn]

❙.      tara sat outside her father's office, working on homework and other things she had to do for school. ❙.

in the corner of her eye she saw the red sprayed on words that read 'venkman burn in hell' on the door of her father's work space.

she couldn't help but laugh. it was cruel yet also comical.

tara could hear the girl from inside go "i don't know. they're just coming to me." she rolled her eyes, knowing what dad was doing.

he'd tell ALL the girls they were right and at the end of the session, he'd convince them to hang at his place. worked like a charm.

she began to wonder if that was how he got her mom pregnant in the first place?

as thoughts of her mom began to cloud her mind. she had a rather tough time focusing on the homework before her.

"dammit. i don't know what to do." she swore under her breath, shutting the binder.

egon had left an hour ago, while ray she had no clue where he was.

egon and ray were big into the supernatural. ghosts, particularly. while, her dad was a total skeptic and went along for the ride just for the hell of it.

"i'm getting a little tired of this!" snapped the boy from inside.

tara shut her eyes, shaking her head.

"dad needs to knock it off." she mumbled.

she grabbed her backpack from the floor, slipping her binder inside. she set it back down as she stood up. she made her way over to the door ready to put a stop to her dad's childish actions.

"you volunteered, didn't you? we're paying you, aren't we?" her father reminded him.

"yeah, but i didn't know you were giving me electric shocks." admitted the boy. "what are you trying to prove here anyway?!"

"i'm studying the effect of negative reinforcement on E.S.P. ability." her father briefly explained to the boy.

"the effect? i'll tell you what the effect is, it's pissing me off!" the boy snapped.

tara winced, not expecting the boy's sudden outburst. she felt a little bad for him.

"well, then, maybe my theory is correct!" venkman snapped.

"you can keep the five bucks. i've had it." the boy grumbled.

tara moved out of the way just as the door to the office swung open.

she watched the boy storm off, mumbling curse words under his breath.

she moved back over to the door, listening in on her father's conversation to the girl.

"you may as well get used to that." he told her.

tara rolled her eyes, knowing where this conversation was leading to..

"it's the kind of resentment that your ability is going to provoke in some people."

"do you think i have it, dr. venkman?" asked the girl.

she could hear the fast shuffling of feet coming her way.

tara made sure to get out of the way of the door again, not wanting to be crushed or pushed to the floor.

"hey, tara!" ray quickly greeted her.

he opened the door to her father's office, not caring if he was busy or not. he clearly needed to tell him something, something big.

tara followed ray inside the office, in which she saw her father kneeling down in front of the girl with his hand set on her shoulder.

she again rolled her eyes.

"this is it." ray announced.

"what is?" tara questioned.

ray turned to her, giving her a smile before turning his attention back onto his coworker.

"this is definitely it!" ray expressed, excitement hinted in his tone.

tara's dad known as peter (cause it's getting annoying referring to him as just her dad) glanced over at her, hoping she had some kind of answer to what ray was rambling on about.

in response, she shrugged.

"will you excuse me for a second?" peter asked the blonde.

he stood up from his crouched position.

"i'm right in the middle of something, ray!" he said through clenched teeth, hitting him over the head.

tara shook her head, scoffing.

"dad, stop being a child. you have a thousand girls coming to your office each week, it's not the end of the world if you don't end up in this one's pants." in which she completely called her dad's "play boy" personality out.

peter shot her a glare to which tara smiled in return.

it was never calm between the two.

peter moved his attention back over to the blonde who had a look of confusion written on her face.

"she was joking." he assured her.

the woman seemed to be calmed by that statement, which took tara by surprise.

'wow, she really is that dumb.' tara thought to herself, before going over to ray who now stood there awkwardly, fumbling with his camera.

"i need a little more time with this subject." he  explained to ray.

"subject? or play-" peter quickly cut his daughter off by smacking his hand over her mouth.

"could you come back in an hour and a-" this time tara cut her father off by licking the palm of his hand.

"tara! what the hell?!" he yelled, retracting his now wet hand.

tara laughed.

peter rolled his eyes before turning his attention back onto ray.

"peter, at 1:40 p.m. at the main branch of the new york public library on fifth avenue, ten people witnessed a free floating, full torso, vaporous apparition. it flew books off of shelves from twenty feet away and scared the socks off of some poor librarian!" ray gushed.

"my brain only picked up on half of what you said, but woah awesome!" tara said in awe.

"i know!" ray agreed with her.

"i'm very excited. i'm very pleased." peter said, void of emotion.

"no you're not, you're just excited to get into another girl's-" "tara, stop it." peter ordered.

tara frowned. "make me."

"i want you to get right down there. check it out, and take tara with you." he dragged tara over in between them.

"no, no." ray shook his head, knowing what peter was doing.

he wanted out of this.

"get right back to me. the two of you. i'll be there in spirit." peter settled.

"no. peter, you're coming with us." ray

informed him. "spengler, went down there. he took PKE valences, went right off the top of the scale. buried the needle." he explained.

tara considered bringing her homework with her to see if egon could help her. then again, she began to wonder if the ghost perhaps could..

"we're close on this one. i can feel it." ray left the room. leaving the girl, the estranged father and daughter in the room all by their lonesome.

peter exchanged eye contact with his daughter and went; "aren't you going too?"

tara scoffed. she walked out, brushing past him before leaving the room.

ray was waiting for her.

"hold on. i want to hear this." tara told him.

she placed her ear up against the door, to get a better listen on what the two had to say to each other. it was going to be totally cheesy!

"i have to go now, jennifer." peter announced to her. "but i'd like to work with you some more. perhaps you could come back this evening, say at..." he trailed off.

"8:00?" the girl took a guess.

whenever her dad brought a girl over, it only meant he'd be kicking tara out for the evening so he could have some alone time.

tara didn't mind it though, she preferred staying at egon or ray's place rather than her own.

"i was just going to say "8:00?"" peter said, mimicking the way the girl said it. "you are a legitimate phenomenon!" he complimented her.

tara began slamming her head against the door, hoping she'd knock herself unconscious from it. 

"what's all that noise?" she could hear jennifer ask.

"oh, nothing! it's just-" the door swung open, almost making tara fall. peter poked his head out "stop it!" he hissed before slamming the door shut "nothing. it's fine." he assured the blonde.

tara kicked the door before grabbing her backpack and making her way over to ray.

"okay, let's go." she said to ray.

*

peter eventually caught up with them much to tara's dismay. now, they were walking up the steps to the library.

"as a friend, i have to tell you you've finally gone around the bend on this ghost business." peter told ray. "you guys have been running your ass off, meeting and greeting every schizo in the five boroughs who says he's had a paranormal experience."

"why are you such a skeptic?" tara asked her father, curiosity hinted in her voice.

peter stopped in his tracks, taking a look at his daughter. "because, tara there is such things as drugs and when people take drugs they see things that aren't really there."

she scoffed.

"of course, you forgot peter. i was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration." ray said as they entered the building.

"oh, ray..." peter groaned. "the sponges migrated at a foot and a half." he added as he snuck up on egon who was sat on the floor, busy listening in on something with his stethoscope.

peter knocked on the table, making egon think it was the ghost.

"dad, stop it!" tara hissed, hitting him in the arm.

"egon.." peter said ominously.

peter slammed the book back onto the table, startling his coworker.

egon took off his stethoscope, seeing that it was just peter goofing off.

"hi, egon." tara greeted him.

egon made eye contact with tara, noticing she had on her backpack. he automatically knew her bringing it only meant she needed help on homework.

"i'll help you later." he promised her.

tara nodded. knowing he fulfilled his promises unlike a certain someone...

"what have you got?" ray asked him.

"this is big, peter. this is very big." egon said, describing it the way ray did earlier. "there's definitely something in here."

"egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to a drill a hole through your head, remember that?" peter asked, humorously.

egon shot him a look. "that would've worked, if you hadn't stopped me." he grumbled.

a man in a suit came up to them, standing behind tara.

tara eyed him, before moving herself to stand closer to egon.

"hello. i'm roger delacorte." the stranger introduced himself to the group. "are you the men from the university?" he questioned.

"yes. i'm dr.venkman. dr.stantz. egon and that's my daughter tara." peter said, introducing the group to the man.

"is she uh a doctor too?" roger asked.

tara gave the man a look before peter went in and said "yeah uh no, far from it." in which she gave her father a death stare.

"thank you for coming." roger said, changing the subject.

tara heaved out a sigh, egon glanced over to her to which she faked a smile in order to show she was "okay".

"i hope we can clear this up quickly and quietly." the man hoped.

"let's not rush things. we don't even know what you have yet." peter stated.

*

the man took them to where a very shaken up librarian was to interview her on what she had witnessed.

she was laid out on a table, describing the situation to the boys.

the woman looked to be in her mid to late sixties. her hair was strewn about, while her expression read fear and her body looked tense.

"i don't remember seeing any legs, but it definitely had arms, because it reached out for me." the woman described.

"arms? i can't wait to get a look at this thing!" ray gushed.

tara giggled, shaking her head.

"alice, i'm going to ask you a couple of standard questions, okay?" peter informed her.

as soon as peter asked his first question, tara knew where this was going. he either thought she was on drugs or schizophrenic or both.

"my uncle thought he was st.jerome." she admitted.

peter shot the boys a look, obviously his mind started to go to drugs.

tara bit her tongue, for once trying hard not to call her father out on his stupidity.

"i'd call that a big "yes"." he said, sounding cocky. "are you habitually using drugs?" tara facepalmed. "stimulants, alcohol?" he further questioned.

"no." the woman denied.

"no. no. just asking." he told her. "are you, alice, menstruating right now?"

"dad?! what the hell?!" she snapped.

"what?! she could be!" peter defended himself.

"that's not something you ask a woman!" tara told him off.

"back off sweetheart, i'm working." he said with a cocky grin.

"that's it." tara said, about ready to go and kick her father's ass until ray grabbed a hold of her pulling her far away from him.

peter smiled and waved, angering tara even more.

she flipped him off. not caring how mean she was being to her father.

to her, he deserved it.

egon and ray were more of dads to her than peter ever was. well, that's what tara thought.

"ray! it's moving. come on." egon announced.

ray set tara back down on her feet before quickly following egon out of the room.

tara glared at her father before going off to find ray and egon.

peter sighed, reluctantly following the three further down into the library.

*

egon was at the head of the group, holding a device called a PKE that tracked the ghost's whereabouts.

peter lazily trailed behind them, with a look of boredom written on his face.

they went into a random aisle, seeing a tower of books in the middle of the aisle.

"look!" ray pointed out.

egon scanned the books with the PKE, while ray held up his camera.

"this is hot, ray." egon conversed with his fellow coworker.

tara inspected the books, wondering how long it took this ghost to pile all those books for.

"wow. i should do this to barricade my bedroom door next time." she spoke to herself.

"please, don't." peter requested.

tara ignored him, moving herself away from him and closer to egon.

"symmetrical book stacking. just like the philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947." ray commented.

"you're right." peter said. "no human being would stack books like this."

"no, you wouldn't. you're not neat or symmetrical." tara sassed him.

peter shot her a look, before moving on with his friends.

ray stopped. "listen!" he exclaimed.

the group fell silent, trying to listen to whatever ray told them to listen to.

"you smell something?" ray then asked.

tara didn't know how 'listen' and 'you smell something' went together but they WERE the professionals here, so she decided not to question it any further.

egon's meter buzzed as the four slowly inched themselves away from the tower of books.

going into the next aisle. it was an aisle full of filing cabinets, papers were strewn and all of the cabinets were open.

"talk about telekinetic activity. look at this mess!" ray exclaimed.

"raymond, look at this." egon went.

tara followed ray and egon over to an open filing cabinet which had a gooey substance that looked an awful lot like snot dripping from it. 

she closed her eyes, her nose scrunched up in disgust. "oh my god. what is that?" she asked, feeling like she was going to puke.

"ectoplasmic residue!" ray cried, answering tara's question.

tara reopened her eyes. trying her best not to look at the snot like substance.

egon took out a container from his coat, he held it up in peter's direction and went "venkman, get a sample of this."

tara couldn't help but laugh.

"tara, care to do the honors?" peter asked her, taking the container from egon.

tara quickly regretted laughing because she did NOT want to be in contact with that thing!

she shook her head "no" vigorously.

peter smiled. "that's what i thought." he hummed.

"it's the real thing." ray stated, filming it.

peter made his way over to it. "look, somebody blows their nose and you want to keep it?" he questioned.

tara was now stood behind egon, she didn't even want to see it in the corner of her eye.

"i'd like to analyze it." egon answered.

"there's more over here." ray pointed.

"oh no." she whimpered.

"i'm getting stronger readings here." egon commented.

tara stuck by egon, with her eyes screwed shut. she held his hand, making sure she didn't bump into anything or well any of the snot. (🥺🥺)

"this way!" egon called to her father.

tara took one last look at her father, she saw him turn to the books and spread the remaining "snot" left on all of them.

"i hate you." she whispered before quickly following egon and ray into the hall.

peter looked where she once stood, having heard what she said.

"love you too kid, love you too." he muttered before following the group.

*

"egon, your mucus." peter said, handing him the container.

just as he said that, a book shelf from behind them toppled over.

"holy shit." tara said with widened eyes.

peter gave her a "did you really just say that?" kind of look.

"what?" she snapped.

peter turned to ray and asked "this happen to you before?"

ray shook his head.

"huh. first time?" he assumed.

in which, ray nodded his head yes again.

they walked on in silence, the only sound coming was egon's PKE meter buzzing.

the buzzing noise intensified as they went through a second row of books.

going out into a hallway, the meter hummed steadily now. egon put his hand out, stopping the group from going any further.

egon walked ahead of them, keeping an eye on his PKE meter as it kept buzzing.

the three went over to egon, to which they saw a purple see through ghost across from them reading a book.

tara looked in awe. she couldn't believe it. ghosts really were real!

"it's here." egon announced to them.

"a full-torso apparition, and it's real." ray whispered.

egon nodded. he couldn't believe it either.

peter looked disinterested. just wanting to be done here.

"so, what do we do?" he asked casually.

egon and ray looked to one another, unsure of what to make of their next move. they've never gotten this far.

"could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?" peter requested.

peter grabbed a hold of ray's ear, repeating his question.

he dragged ray down the hall, with egon following.

tara was stood there, awe struck by the ghost.

"tara, you too! come here." he hissed, snapping for emphasis.

tara huffed, doing as she was told.

"what do we do?" he repeated his question.

"i don't know, what do you think?" ray asked egon.

"maybe try to talk to it or something? treat it like a normal human being." tara suggested.

"a normal human being? tara, it's not even human." peter corrected her.

"you're not normal, but we still treat you fine." tara shrugged.

peter huffed. "i don't have time for this right now. what do we do?" he asked, growing impatient.

"tara's right. we should try to make contact." egon agreed with her.

tara smiled. happy to be right.

"one of us should actually try to speak to it." ray nodded.

"well, since tara suggested it. she should go." peter said, dragging tara out from their hiding spot.

"no." egon declined, dragging her over to him.

"then, who do you want to possibly do it?" peter questioned.

they all looked to him.

peter sighed. he turned around and started making his way towards the ghost.

ray got out his camera, getting ready to film.

the three followed peter out into the hall where the ghost was quietly reading, minding her business.

"hello." peter made himself known to her. "i'm peter."

to which she ignored him.

"where are you from?" he asked her. "originally." he added.

the ghost turned to him, she put her index finger up to her lips and shushed him.

tara snorted.

peter turned to the group, he made his way over to them.

"alright, okay." he said, leading them back to where they were previously. "the usual stuff isn't working."

"okay, i have a plan." ray announced. "i know exactly what to do."

"tara, stay here." egon requested.

she watched them tip toe out into the hall. slowly, making their way over to the reading ghost.

"now, stay close." ray instructed. "stay close. i know, do exactly as i say." he ordered. "get ready."

as they were mere inches from her, ray yelled out "get her!"

to which the ghost turned demonic, letting out a monstrous roar.

the boys screamed, struggling to get away from the demonic ghost.

egon grabbed a hold of tara, throwing her over his shoulder as they made a run for it.

"did you see it? what was it?" asked roger from earlier.

"we'll get back to you!" peter assured him.

"what?!" roger yelled.

tara watched mindlessly as the boys scrambled down the steps running as fast as they could, while people on in confusion.

*

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters reborn #fanfic #fanfiction #egon spengler #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #harold ramis #bill murray #dan aykroyd #ernie hudson #drew barrymore #alternate universe #oc

[mysticdoodles]

Hello! I'm interested in getting into the world of marine biology (honestly I'd be happy just working at an aquarium lol) but I have no idea where to start. Do you have any tips or useful info?

I actually got a question similar to this before! (Linked ^^)

Just in case the link is broken for any reason, here's a short list of recommendations I can give you regardless >u< 1. Take internships or volunteer at places! Paid internships are ideal, but much more rare because of how competitive the field can be, so be prepared to volunteer or intern without pay. Needless to say, have a second job that's your primary source of income while doing this. Hands-on experience working with animals is essential, and places are always hurting for volunteers. I recommend your local NOAA branch, or assisting college or grad school students with their research studies for practical field experience. This will help you figure out what you enjoy most about the job; And you're more likely to stumble upon openings when you're already present at a facility, and established a rapport with your colleagues!

2. That being said, your ultimate goal should be seeking some form of paid experience. Getting paid somewhere that is animal husbandry focused, even if it isn't your end goal marine bio job, WILL help immensely. I went far too long without knowing that whether or not you've been paid to do a job in marine biology/animal husbandry is a HUGE deciding factor in you being hired or turned away. It's the biggest middle finger in the industry that NOBODY tells you this is something they want to see on applications. I only found out because a staff member at a facility I worked for took pity on me, and told me directly when they rejected my interview for an official position. I had years worth of valuable internship experience and acquired a lot of hands-on skills for system tracing, animal handling and enclosure maintenance at accredited husbandry facilities, but apparently none of it counted until I had been paid to run the 50-square-foot fish department at a tiny Petco for 10 months ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Guess the ghosting process starts early!

3. If you can afford it, get SCUBA certified. For any facility that involves in-water maintenance deeper than chest-height, you NEED to be on SCUBA. These facilities are very rarely qualified to give SCUBA certification themselves, so it's very common that being SCUBA certified will be a requirement on the job opening that you must fulfill outside of work prior to application. It doesn't need to be anything more than Open Water (aka Basic Diver) certification, and you do not need to buy your own gear, as facilities are more likely to provide their own equipment to prevent potential contamination issues. The important thing is that you get trained in how to assemble/disassemble/properly use gear, and practice emergency procedures for safety. At my current facility, we have annual refreshers on the safety procedures.

Hope this helps! I'm going to drink some water now xD

#marine biology

[pancakeke]

Did you get diagnosed with adhd as an adult? I ask because I'm an adult woman of color that can get up and go to work and can kind of interact with people around me, so I feel like I'll never get it

I got diagnosed when I was 29 but looking back I should have been diagnosed when I was in middle school lol. When I sought out a doctor I was technically functioning at my job and home but I was doing piss poor work and was stressed out beyond my limit 100% of the time.

I have a really hard time talking to doctors because I get anxious and forget what I want to highlight a lot so it may be helpful for you as well to list out your struggles and how they are negatively impacting your life. then you have a point by point list your doctor can use to help with diagnosis

for examples, a bunch of stuff I listed:

Work:

I forget to follow up on problem orders constantly, creating larger problems for myself later

I have to keep ridiculous amounts of notes to keep myself on track, but then the amount of notes becomes overwhelming and they become impossible to use

I question my memory at all times which keeps me in a high level of stress and anxiety

After dealing with some extra temporary responsibilities I hit a wall and have not been able to bounce back and do my normal duties very well anymore. Even my boss has noticed that I have had a hard time keeping up and talked to me about it. Nothing has permanently changed with my work, the problem is something with me.

home/personal life

I volunteer to help people with plans often but very quickly forget my responsibilities and only remember when reminded at the the last minute, putting myself in the position where I have to work until 2 or 3am to prepare for what we're doing

often I feel very creative and have the intention to work on home improvement or personal projects but either cant force myself to initiate a plan or after starting a plan I can't focus enough to get remotely close to completing it

along with the above, when actually starting a project it's generally on impulse and as soon as the impulse dies down I cant force myself to continue no matter how hard I try

I create constant messes and always feel disorganized no matter how hard I try to maintain an acceptable living space

I buy things on impulse for personal projects but then can't bring myself to work on the projects, meaning I often waste money on impulse buys that never go anywhere

I have a difficult time remembering to pay bills

General

forgetfulness causes me to accidentally procrastinate almost constantly, always putting me in a position where I have to rush while fueled by anxiety to get anything accomplished.

I basically rely on anxiety to push me to complete anything. if I'm not afraid of failure or causing problems it's almost like tasks don't exist

there isn't a day where one or more of the above things causes me problems.

kind of overboard but you get the idea. take some time over a week or two and note every time your ADHD symptoms affect your quality of life, and also add to your notes that all these things are negatively impacting you on a daily basis (if its true, which I don't doubt it is). If you share any of these problems with me feel free to tell your doctor you know someone diagnosed with ADHD who had the same problems to emphasize that you don't just have generalized anxiety.

My doctor made a copy of my notes to keep on file which I greatly appreciated. I've had a LOT of problems with doctors in the past not taking me seriously for physical problems I had so I'm like extra aware and suspicious of how doctors behave now.

I was genuinely surprised at how serious my doctor took all my issues. She didn't dismiss anything and agreed this sounded like ADHD. I'm white and can't talk to the issue of being POC and trying to get taken seriously by medical professionals but my generic advice is: don't be afraid to fire a doctor who doesn't seem to listen to you or is dismissive of your struggles. You don't even need to tell them they're fired, you can just cancel your next appt right after you make it and then ghost them. I went through 5 doctors (and hundreds of dollars....) getting a physical problem diagnosed once. I seriously wish I'd jumped ship on two of these guys sooner and stopped wasting my time and money on morons who had no investment in my health.

Also if possible, talk to local people you know or check out support groups (there are a lot of various ones on FB. also there may be forums out there for this kind of thing) for POC who struggle with finding doctors who actually listen to them. There may be recs you can use.

One more little bit of advice, if you're more comfortable with video chat than going to see a doctor in person you can do telehealth visits to speak with psychs about mental health issues and even get a diagnosis. It's what I did at first because it was easier to fit into my schedule. The only caveat is they can't prescribe you any medications for controlled substances (like adderall) without seeing you in person at least once. So if they do diagnose you with ADHD you'll have to go see them in person one time to get a prescription.

I always rant when I get asks for advice aaaa but I hope this helps at least somewhat!! If you have any other questions or want to talk feel free to send another ask or DM me!!

#ask #adhd

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

When the writer in you...

Starts turning your business proposal into a 700+ word intro, and you can’t find the middle ground between “Give me money so I can help people read” and this:

My aims:

It is my aim to create a better business network within my home town of Geraldton, Western Australia. Having worked in a volunteer retail position for three years, I have seen how the tourist trade within the town has changed. I have had the displeasure of working for a rather harsh boss, whom I truly believe sparked my desire for change. My goal is to open a second hand bookstore, that not only functions as a second hand bookstore but as a place where businesses can network. I tried to implement something similar at my volunteer position, only for my boss to shoot it down. What I want to do is network. I want to be able to clearly send a customer looking for something directly to a fellow small business. I want to promote community activities, and promote community spirit. I want to focus on second hand book buying, selling, and trading, while using part of the funds to order in books for the next generation. I want to order in books in diverse languages. I want to cater to those areas where we are lacking. I want to be able to help parent’s stressing and upset, feeling as if their financial hardship makes them bad parents for no reasons of their own, by offering brand-new books as discounted prices. Working in second hand books, the main issues that people face these days is that paying $15 for a second hand book is simply something they cannot afford in their budgets. More and more Australian’s feel we are pricing ourselves out of existence. And while yes, making money is what most people get into business for, there has to be a better way of treating customers than there is now.

 I want to encourage the next generation. I want to provide a safe place that no matter age, race, or orientation, people feel welcome. I am my mother’s carer, and I most of the customers I work with were of an older generation. They found it hard to remain standing long enough to browse for the books they were looking for. I would like to provide a space where they feel valued. Where they can sit and take a break, browse at their own time, and not feel like they’re being force to hurry. I want to help young teens coming into their own sexuality by providing books that let them know that they’re okay to be who they are. I would also like to work my way up in store space to a space where I could offer space for community meetings, or a place where AusLAN classes could be held. I would like to also implement an instore texting option too for those with hearing issues and anxiety that may feel unable to adequately communicate what they are after. It is bold to have such ideas, but I truly believe I could make it work from the many, many talks I have had with my customers.

 I am a book person. I survived primary school and high school by escaping to reading. It allowed me to see beyond my own world and foster dreams. I also believe that my dream is a little different from what has previously been in town. I would like to bring in “nerd books”, manga, manhwa, manhua, role playing guides, etc, but rather than making them sole focus in terms of profit, first and foremost would be the second hand books. Working as a volunteer within a second hand bookstore, I know many people who seek to find titles and would rather do it in person than shop online. I would like to also offer after hours appointments for carers and parents of people with autism. I will never forget the way I saw one store owner in town chase out an autistic teen for asking them to please not swear. The teen was shaking, very visibly upset, and they hounded them right out the door. They are still in business. It might have only been a few minutes but I’ll never forget the impact on the teen and how their confidence was crushed in the moment. That’s not the kind of business approach that should ever be acceptable and when I was asked about stores providing that service, that particular business was not recommended by me.

[witheringthorns]

Next we have part one of a double feature!

Took a while but life, then I had no motivation, then life again.... But anyways! Allow me to introduce Britta!

To be perfectly honest there isn't a reason for the name. This time around it just felt right. Britta is the third demon I made and I didn't have to edit her at all! Like in a photo editor, obviously I changed some things.

Skip past second set of pictures for her story.

For Britta the only things I changed where to make all the demons cohesive and her clothes obviously.

I felt she was too serious of a person to wear a hoodie to school so I fixed that. She is however still a bit influenced by her sister and has the shorts still.

I changed her ears because I officially decided that the pointed up ones go to angels and the pointed out ones go to demons. There are outliers but for the most part that's the rule.

Yes she has a yellow tint to her but she's not blonde, she has white hair. Yes she does have her ears pierced like the left image in canon. Also those are reading glasses.

Now let me tell you about her.

In our world it is all but fact that demons and angels exist. Which would lead people to believe that at least a version of heaven and hell exist. They would be, for the most part, correct. The land of paradise up in the clouds and the caves of punishment far underground. It's never worked exactly how people think it does but that's a story for another time. For now we're focusing on how a person's fate is decided.

When a souls body has passed the soul itself is placed before an angel and a demon. Those two go over the souls life on a surface level, things one would find out from a Google search of someones name and a conversation. Are they polite? Kind? Are they convicted of any serious crimes? Depending on the results the soul goes up or down. Attitude doesn't fully effect the score as you can be a rude but good person or a kind person with the worst intentions. Obviously though, overall positive is up and overall negative is down, but it doesn't end there. After that there is a second evaluation with another demon and angel, both up and down.

The up evaluation takes a much deeper look over a souls record. Every choice and every action the soul has ever made. Each one has a different number of points associated with it. It's not a system of having more points in one category vs another. One can't have 150 points in the 'bad' (B points) while having 160 in the 'good' (G points) and still get into paradise. The number of good does not outweigh the bad. If the number of B points goes over a certain number then you have to go down. Not just back to the beginning, you go all the way down to the bottom evaluation level. Obviously if it doesn't go past that point then you go to paradise. Sometimes by a very thin margin.

The down evaluation throws out the G points section all together and focuses on the B points. Going over each of the souls the actions it is given a proper punishment. These actions and points will determine the type, severity, and duration of the punishments. The demon and angel of that level also deal with those that are.... Unhappy with the results. Forcing the soul to go if they must. No mercy should be given.

At first this position was voluntary and there were much more sections than just the three. However over time people stopped volunteering. So they took away the other sections and made it a full time payed position. They even live there, all expenses payed. At that point many people flocked to apply with pay now being on the table. Those that passed now lived in a sort of middle dimension between the three plains of existence.

This is where Britta was born and raised. Her parents did their best to raise her normally considering the circumstances and they did well. She's smart, strong, impartial, and logical. The girl had to live and breath the system of sorting souls so it made sense she would get an understanding for right and wrong. Though it was not expected that she would grow so passionate about the system itself, wanting to work in it and perhaps even improve on it starting at a very young age.

The second she decided though, that was it, she was now working towards the goal of being a part of this system. After some quick deeper research she decided she wanted to be in charge of deciding people's punishments. Not because she enjoyed the idea of it but because she thought that this one is where people needed the most strength to hold their ground and not give into pity. Well that and her mother worked at that station.

Her passion however was a problem with other aspects of her life. The girl had no friends nor did she really care to have any. She found everyone to be annoying and childish, ironically she decided this at around the age of eight. Aside from learning more about their work the girl didn't even like spending time with her parents. The only one that could bring out that more childish side of her was her sister. She made Britta a bit more loose and comfortable, not a drastic change but enough to see that they truly cared for one another and felt safe around each other.

Brittas enrollment wasn't by some miraculous scholarship or even really by choice. Her parents had gone to the school before and were basically forcing her and her sister to go as a legacy. They still had to take entrance exams and prove they belonged but it was significantly easier since their parents had already laid the ground work. So for the first time in her life, Britta would be away from home and forced to interact with others. The very thought of it scared her. Well, at least she had her twin to ground her to reality.

There we are! Britta (again no last name, I'm bad at this guys) hers is simpler since.... Well she's a home body. She wants to go to work and go home, no in-between. She doesn't have a dramatic past, or a cruel family. In fact she has a very loving family. So I took the chance to also explain the system of soul sorting or SSS. It only made sense since she was so obsessed with it I do it in hers as well.

Devi

Scarlett

#art #bored #worktime #ideas #picrew #cute #anime #lastname #demon #twins #school #school story #Britta

[lgcmilan]

LGC’S 3RD ANNIVERSARY ( PART 4 ) POST TYPE: SOLO 

                                                        outfit        song version

it was a cold day in seoul, yet young people of various age were waiting in line, some alone, some in groups. there was a particularly rambunctious herd of girls gathered together, constantly chattering and squealing. naturally, milan was right in the middle of the group. even among them, she stood out with her long blue skirt and white shirt. rather than dress up like most of the people around her in a hip manner, she was wearing a school uniform straight out of the 70s. her nike shoes and twin low braids completed the look perfectly, sure to bring out nostalgic memories to middle aged adults passing by. 

in complete honesty, looking the part was the best milan could do since she had no special musical talent. she sung decently for a normal person but that’s all she could boast. that and her utter lack of fear of crowds. she couldn’t relate to those students scared to speak in front of the class and always volunteered to be the one to speak during group projects. this is also how she ended up the first of the group of girls to sign up. it hadn’t been her idea to come to legacy’s open auditions, yet she had to take the bullet for the group. she comforted herself by thinking that she had nothing to lose; becoming an idol wasn’t her dream. it could be fun, and she often dream of looking as pretty as the girls in kpop, but it was just admiration, not a career plan. 

to say that she didn’t become nervous as the number of auditionees in front of her kept reducing would be a lie. fear or not of crowds, she wasn’t just going to talk. had she not practiced until she grew sick of the song, she might have spiral into a complete panic like one of her friend.

in the end, she made it on the stage without incident. after introducing herself and bowing to the scouts, she pulled out a large pocket mirror from the front of her skirt, right on cue with the music. this was part of her intro. pretending to look at reflecting and fixing her bangs and makeup while moving her body.

어디까지 왔나 / Where did you go? 또 어디 숨었나 / Are you hiding again? 맘에 들어 왔나 나나나나나 / Are you into me? nanananana I like you

by the time the intro verse finishes, she has secured her mirror back in her skirt, right on time to transition into the popular t-ara dance. as she faced the audtionees and scouts, she could see some smiles from her little skit which boosted her confidence. no she wasn’t the best dancer nor the best singer, but she knew the moves and the lyrics after several weeks of practicing them. she could even throw winks and cute faces from time to time. she didn’t mind looking silly, she just gave her all, threw all her energy into this one performance. this was her once in a lifetime audition, there was no place for regrets. as the performance went on, her smile grew, her positive energy coming through even to those she didn’t know. and when the last note rang, she was out of breath. out of breath but happy.

“thank you!” she exclaimed with one last 90 degree bow before exiting the stage. her performance was out of the way, a thing of the past, now it was time to cheer on her friends, create memories to chatter about when they would be older, with jobs and apartments of their own.

#lgc:university #milan.soloing

[idontwanttowhy]

Descendants of the Sun (2016)

The Kingda Ka of kdramas: thrilling at first...

Synopsis

South Korean military Captain Yoo Si-Jin and Master Sergeant Seo Dae-Young are part of the Special Forces, always on standby for emergency military situations. When on a brief break in Seoul, Si-Jin falls for doctor Kang Mo-Yeon. They flirt and casually date after a brief enemies-to-lovers jaunt, but Si-Jin always disappears after receiving calls for duty. Mo-Yeon, frustrated with not knowing the details of his work and realizing they have opposing views on life and death, decides to break it off with Si-Jin before getting serious. She is later sent to do some medical volunteer work at a military peacekeeping outpost...where Si-Jin also happens to be stationed.

Meanwhile, Dae-Young is also struggling with his love life, having fallen for the Chief Commander's daughter and Mo-Yeon's med-school rival, military surgeon Myeong-Joo. The two are not accepted by the Commander, and thus Dae-Young breaks off contact with Myeong-Joo despite her wishes and advances. The other doctors dispatched all navigate their own love lives while in the midst of a war, earthquake, and measles outbreak.

AC Overall: 7/10, had me in the first half

Be forewarned; this is a military and medical melodrama, with the majority of episodes having combat and intense life and/or death situations. That being said, those moments seemed packed into the first half of the show, and without them Descendants got...boring (and then classically ramped back up for the last 3 episodes). I sooo missed the cheekiness of Si-Jin's flirting once he and Mo-Yeon got together, it's what drew me in in the first place (love a cheeky man!).

So, the courtship is nice to watch and the side characters are good additions, but the drama couldn't keep its own pace, making for a rollercoaster of engagement for me.

AC Review with spoilers

Let's start positive: loved Si-Jin a.k.a. Big Boss! He CARRIED the main relationship, and did it with a cheeky little smile to boot. Mo-Yeon was...kind of a brat. Spent most of her time either being upset that her soldier boyfriend had to report for duty, or on the brink of death waiting for him to come save her. (To be transparent: I'm currently watching Now, We Are Breaking Up also starring Song Hye-Kyo, and might be conflating the characters because--in my defense--she acts the same in both shows! And it's fruuustrating! Importantly, I didn't actually realize until watching her in a different role that...she might only know how to act one way. Oops.) And speaking of men I love, Dr. Daniel was beauuuutiful. And his accented Korean was so adorable, I couldn't get enough of him. I only wish we had seen more of him. (As always, if anyone knows a doctor who also doubles as a handyman, you know how to contact me...).

At first I liked Si-Jin and Mo-Yeon together, and personally felt their struggle with liking each other despite their differences and inherent unavailability. But, MZ watched a bit of an episode in the middle and insisted they had no chemistry?? So I put my personal feelings aside and actually considered them as a couple and...she may have had a point (don't tell her I said that). Because during the courtship they had that palpable, inexplicable attraction to each other, but once they acknowledged their feelings it got less...charming. Don't get me wrong, Si-Jin is forever a charmer, but Mo-Yeon didn't play off of his charm nearly as much as before their feelings were expressed.

But GOSH. I was exhausted with all the ~events~ happening again and again and again throughout the show. I understand it as the nature of war and combat but....geez. And then, once things cooled off, there was nothing left to rely on. You realize by like episode 10 (being generous) that they relied waaay too much on the surrounding events. And so it became a struggle watch from then on.

As usual, the saving grace were the other characters. The older unmarried doctors relationship arc was cute, and Dr. Chi-Hoon was a(n entertaining) struggle to watch--how could he have left his pregnant fiancé hanging?? No contact, just cowardly crying in a corner...unbelievable. But...I get it. There was lots going on that med school doesn't prepare doctors for. Especially not a chaebol. And the elephant in the room: Dae-Young and Myeong-Joo were veeery awkward to watch, especially Dae-Young. He played his character so painfully stoic it was cringe when paired with how over-the-top Myeong-Joo was, trying to get ANY emotion out of him. And then when they did become a couple again, I just felt bad for Myeong-Joo because he STILL acted like a robot. The only thing that saved him was his face, honestly.

Overall, I don't really get why it's a classic. For me it was...kinda meh, with a few saving graces.

P.S.: I just found out our leads were married irl?? And they STILL managed to not have chemistry in this show???

#kdramareview #descendants of the sun

[itsthebethblogever]

Wilderness Solo

Context:

This was written during a 10 day Wilderness Solo retreat as a part of the Four Seasons Journey, a year long course, run by the School of Shamanic Womancraft (SSW). And yes, that first sentence may take a reread or rererereread to understand lol, we love a good attention grabber. In the middle of those ten days, myself and six other women spent 3 days on our own water fasting with a tent, our medicine drum, and a journal with the intention of calling in a vision - hence calling this a Vision Quest. Our two teachers and apprentices held space at the home on this property by monitoring the walkie talkie (we could call in or whistle in case we needed anything). When I wrote this, it was the first full day of the Vision Quest, October 6th. Since then, I have done more processing and integration and feel deep gratitude for this experience - which is not really highlighted in this stage of the journey. I’m learning that by writing in rhymes, it helps me continue the writing flow by giving my thoughts some sort of loose structure.

In my experience, I haven’t come across much content of people who are beginning/in the middle of their “spiritual journeys”. Like most media, polarization is the most common stance - either social media is making fun of spiritual people, or it’s a guru preaching love and light. So, I volunteer as tribute to act as a Bridge.

My whole life I’ve always been drawn to nature as a teacher, which is what spirituality basically is, in essence. Then, as I started to get more into studying astrology in 2018, the world of mantras and meditation found its way into my orbit. I’d say that my move back to California in 2021 was the real start of my #journey, thanks to the ample supply of open hearted humans I met (specific shoutout to the gorgeous soul Austin) and the strong culture of psychedelics that exists. After 10 months of exploring the magical lands of Mexico, I signed up for the School of Shamanic Womancraft based in Australia, eager to wet my witchy whistle. Quite quickly, I felt like I was in over my head, that the other women were already so advanced in their abilities/careers/etc, and self-doubt began to emerge. Without saying much more, this poem/free write thang expresses those emotions of frustration, blame, and resistance about where I’m at in my journey. I wrote it right after I meditated and FINALLY felt like I connected to a higher frequency without any external assistance (to be explained more below).

I hope this share serves.

Much love,

Beth

Woke up and choose love and gratitude

Sat outside, stared at a tree ribbon, changed my whole attitude

My vision started to blur into fractals

Figured I’d give meditation a crackle

Kept my focus on the stringy ribbon thing

Imagined my thoughts as a rat on a wheel

Killed the rat, put it for a rest

Continued to keep my focus as a test

Checked out of reality, said goodbye to time and space

The sun came out and surrendered without a trace

Not long into it, flys came around

Changed my position to in my tent, continued to ground

Breath flowing in and out with intention

Became aware of my energy, fostered a heart connection

There I felt a tightness around the chakra

Love myself is a fitting new mantra

Laying down, my thoughts began to drift

Give wings to my voice, spirit felt a lift

Had a check in with my guides, my family

I was most in tune to listen to their voice

James, Bernice, and Mildred intuitively came to me

Grandpa, Gramma, Aunt from my sequoia ancestry tree

Supported like a spider on a web spun with silk

There’s no point in climbing if the base isn’t built

Start small babe, don’t get in over your head

Life’s about taking risks, keep trying til you’re dead

Being so self aware at times feels like a burden

How I feel inside’s never hidden behind a curtain

Feeling behind my sisters’ abilities is a truth

I’m starting to ground and they’re astral projecting out the roof

Can’t trance dance or journey without weed

Reaching for the stars while feeling like a seed

“You already can” I am told but feel without guidance

My mom never pushed me, without support, feelings heighten

Swimming deep down into a lake of pity and resentment

My lungs burst for air so I climb onto a bench and

Look around, raise my eyebrow, and say - Why all this anger?

Everything happens for a reason, self sabotage is danger

Dangerously close to placing all my bets

Towards my future in a program whose pre-reqs I haven’t mastered yet

I keep trying hard, giving up’s not in my nature

In every course I’ve ever taken, I achieve the highest stature

Turns out shamanism isn’t quite like that

Your intuition initiation may come from a bat

In February, three years have passed since my breakup in Spain

The freedom to find myself has had doses of pain

Returned to home, took all the risks, spent weekends MIA

On Halloween I crashed my truck, to jail I was taken away

Fuck the justice system, fuck the US, I found an online job

Moved to Mexico to start anew, my dreams cannot be robbed

Loved living life as I desire outside my nine to five

Forty hour weeks compared to magic peeps who knew of no restrictions

Inspired me to realize I, too was worthy of abundance

Decided now was time to invest in skills that’d grant me everything I wish

Heard Australia’s a land of opportunities and ease

My bro is there and sister in law, getting a visa was a breeze

Go there for what? I considered, Not anything will do.

“Aha!” Said Kiki, my sister in law, “What about this school?

It’s called Shamanic Womancraft, their workshop was v cool!”

Women’s circles, wilderness solo, cyclical wisdom?

My curiosity peaked an all time high, my searching was done!

Quit my job, flew back home, changed my life in three short weeks

Surrender and trust in the unknown, what’s sown I’ll surely reap

Well, little research and lots of faith had unexpected results

Connection to Spirit has no instruction guide, no missing nails or bolts

Then how? I question, feeling lost and unqualified

Nothing’s working, nor my cycle’s flowing, no matter how hard I tried

The only hope that I find’s in the hands of Mary Jane

With her, I fly in meditations and hear voices of my guides

But without her medicine, I am a novice and tears come to my eyes

My final hope rests on the Wilderness Solo, surely answers’ll come

Yet, the same actions produce the same results, from the truth I cannot run

I push myself, so very hard, to sing, to drum, to dance

Wind, rain, and cold take me ahold, defeat’s my only trance

Finally the sun comes out, so I sit in meditation

Loving joy overwhelms me once I find my concentration

Small wins are much more valuable than aiming for the moon

To land amongst the stars feels sparkly and I shift my tune

This is my path, it’s full of surprises, and surely never boring

Into the lion’s den I fearlessly marched, and I’ll come out roaring

For some reason, this is necessary, perhaps later I’ll know

This seed has landed amongst giants - what motivation to grow!

#spirituality #vision quest #blog #writing #self development #healing #meditation #travel #poetry

[muppethollz]

❙.      tara sat outside her father's office, working on homework and other things she had to do for school. ❙.

in the corner of her eye she saw the red sprayed on words that read 'venkman burn in hell' on the door of her father's work space.

she couldn't help but laugh. it was cruel yet also comical.

tara could hear the girl from inside go "i don't know. they're just coming to me." she rolled her eyes, knowing what dad was doing.

he'd tell ALL the girls they were right and at the end of the session, he'd convince them to hang at his place. worked like a charm.

she began to wonder if that was how he got her mom pregnant in the first place?

as thoughts of her mom began to cloud her mind. she had a rather tough time focusing on the homework before her.

"dammit. i don't know what to do." she swore under her breath, shutting the binder.

egon had left an hour ago, while ray she had no clue where he was.

egon and ray were big into the supernatural. ghosts, particularly. while, her dad was a total skeptic and went along for the ride just for the hell of it.

"i'm getting a little tired of this!" snapped the boy from inside.

tara shut her eyes, shaking her head.

"dad needs to knock it off." she mumbled.

she grabbed her backpack from the floor, slipping her binder inside. she set it back down as she stood up. she made her way over to the door ready to put a stop to her dad's childish actions.

"you volunteered, didn't you? we're paying you, aren't we?" her father reminded him.

"yeah, but i didn't know you were giving me electric shocks." admitted the boy. "what are you trying to prove here anyway?!"

"i'm studying the effect of negative reinforcement on E.S.P. ability." her father briefly explained to the boy.

"the effect? i'll tell you what the effect is, it's pissing me off!" the boy snapped.

tara winced, not expecting the boy's sudden outburst. she felt a little bad for him.

"well, then, maybe my theory is correct!" venkman snapped.

"you can keep the five bucks. i've had it." the boy grumbled.

tara moved out of the way just as the door to the office swung open.

she watched the boy storm off, mumbling curse words under his breath.

she moved back over to the door, listening in on her father's conversation to the girl.

"you may as well get used to that." he told her.

tara rolled her eyes, knowing where this conversation was leading to..

"it's the kind of resentment that your ability is going to provoke in some people."

"do you think i have it, dr. venkman?" asked the girl.

she could hear the fast shuffling of feet coming her way.

tara made sure to get out of the way of the door again, not wanting to be crushed or pushed to the floor.

"hey, tara!" ray quickly greeted her.

he opened the door to her father's office, not caring if he was busy or not. he clearly needed to tell him something, something big.

tara followed ray inside the office, in which she saw her father kneeling down in front of the girl with his hand set on her shoulder.

she again rolled her eyes.

"this is it." ray announced.

"what is?" tara questioned.

ray turned to her, giving her a smile before turning his attention back onto his coworker.

"this is definitely it!" ray expressed, excitement hinted in his tone.

tara's dad known as peter (cause it's getting annoying referring to him as just her dad) glanced over at her, hoping she had some kind of answer to what ray was rambling on about.

in response, she shrugged.

"will you excuse me for a second?" peter asked the blonde.

he stood up from his crouched position.

"i'm right in the middle of something, ray!" he said through clenched teeth, hitting him over the head.

tara shook her head, scoffing.

"dad, stop being a child. you have a thousand girls coming to your office each week, it's not the end of the world if you don't end up in this one's pants." in which she completely called her dad's "play boy" personality out.

peter shot her a glare to which tara smiled in return.

it was never calm between the two.

peter moved his attention back over to the blonde who had a look of confusion written on her face.

"she was joking." he assured her.

the woman seemed to be calmed by that statement, which took tara by surprise.

'wow, she really is that dumb.' tara thought to herself, before going over to ray who now stood there awkwardly, fumbling with his camera.

"i need a little more time with this subject." he  explained to ray.

"subject? or play-" peter quickly cut his daughter off by smacking his hand over her mouth.

"could you come back in an hour and a-" this time tara cut her father off by licking the palm of his hand.

"tara! what the hell?!" he yelled, retracting his now wet hand.

tara laughed.

peter rolled his eyes before turning his attention back onto ray.

"peter, at 1:40 p.m. at the main branch of the new york public library on fifth avenue, ten people witnessed a free floating, full torso, vaporous apparition. it flew books off of shelves from twenty feet away and scared the socks off of some poor librarian!" ray gushed.

"my brain only picked up on half of what you said, but woah awesome!" tara said in awe.

"i know!" ray agreed with her.

"i'm very excited. i'm very pleased." peter said, void of emotion.

"no you're not, you're just excited to get into another girl's-" "tara, stop it." peter ordered.

tara frowned. "make me."

"i want you to get right down there. check it out, and take tara with you." he dragged tara over in between them.

"no, no." ray shook his head, knowing what peter was doing.

he wanted out of this.

"get right back to me. the two of you. i'll be there in spirit." peter settled.

"no. peter, you're coming with us." ray

informed him. "spengler, went down there. he took PKE valences, went right off the top of the scale. buried the needle." he explained.

tara considered bringing her homework with her to see if egon could help her. then again, she began to wonder if the ghost perhaps could..

"we're close on this one. i can feel it." ray left the room. leaving the girl, the estranged father and daughter in the room all by their lonesome.

peter exchanged eye contact with his daughter and went; "aren't you going too?"

tara scoffed. she walked out, brushing past him before leaving the room.

ray was waiting for her.

"hold on. i want to hear this." tara told him.

she placed her ear up against the door, to get a better listen on what the two had to say to each other. it was going to be totally cheesy!

"i have to go now, jennifer." peter announced to her. "but i'd like to work with you some more. perhaps you could come back this evening, say at..." he trailed off.

"8:00?" the girl took a guess.

whenever her dad brought a girl over, it only meant he'd be kicking tara out for the evening so he could have some alone time.

tara didn't mind it though, she preferred staying at egon or ray's place rather than her own.

"i was just going to say "8:00?"" peter said, mimicking the way the girl said it. "you are a legitimate phenomenon!" he complimented her.

tara began slamming her head against the door, hoping she'd knock herself unconscious from it. 

"what's all that noise?" she could hear jennifer ask.

"oh, nothing! it's just-" the door swung open, almost making tara fall. peter poked his head out "stop it!" he hissed before slamming the door shut "nothing. it's fine." he assured the blonde.

tara kicked the door before grabbing her backpack and making her way over to ray.

"okay, let's go." she said to ray.

*

peter eventually caught up with them much to tara's dismay. now, they were walking up the steps to the library.

"as a friend, i have to tell you you've finally gone around the bend on this ghost business." peter told ray. "you guys have been running your ass off, meeting and greeting every schizo in the five boroughs who says he's had a paranormal experience."

"why are you such a skeptic?" tara asked her father, curiosity hinted in her voice.

peter stopped in his tracks, taking a look at his daughter. "because, tara there is such things as drugs and when people take drugs they see things that aren't really there."

she scoffed.

"of course, you forgot peter. i was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration." ray said as they entered the building.

"oh, ray..." peter groaned. "the sponges migrated at a foot and a half." he added as he snuck up on egon who was sat on the floor, busy listening in on something with his stethoscope.

peter knocked on the table, making egon think it was the ghost.

"dad, stop it!" tara hissed, hitting him in the arm.

"egon.." peter said ominously.

peter slammed the book back onto the table, startling his coworker.

egon took off his stethoscope, seeing that it was just peter goofing off.

"hi, egon." tara greeted him.

egon made eye contact with tara, noticing she had on her backpack. he automatically knew her bringing it only meant she needed help on homework.

"i'll help you later." he promised her.

tara nodded. knowing he fulfilled his promises unlike a certain someone...

"what have you got?" ray asked him.

"this is big, peter. this is very big." egon said, describing it the way ray did earlier. "there's definitely something in here."

"egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to a drill a hole through your head, remember that?" peter asked, humorously.

egon shot him a look. "that would've worked, if you hadn't stopped me." he grumbled.

a man in a suit came up to them, standing behind tara.

tara eyed him, before moving herself to stand closer to egon.

"hello. i'm roger delacorte." the stranger introduced himself to the group. "are you the men from the university?" he questioned.

"yes. i'm dr.venkman. dr.stantz. egon and that's my daughter tara." peter said, introducing the group to the man.

"is she uh a doctor too?" roger asked.

tara gave the man a look before peter went in and said "yeah uh no, far from it." in which she gave her father a death stare.

"thank you for coming." roger said, changing the subject.

tara heaved out a sigh, egon glanced over to her to which she faked a smile in order to show she was "okay".

"i hope we can clear this up quickly and quietly." the man hoped.

"let's not rush things. we don't even know what you have yet." peter stated.

*

the man took them to where a very shaken up librarian was to interview her on what she had witnessed.

she was laid out on a table, describing the situation to the boys.

the woman looked to be in her mid to late sixties. her hair was strewn about, while her expression read fear and her body looked tense.

"i don't remember seeing any legs, but it definitely had arms, because it reached out for me." the woman described.

"arms? i can't wait to get a look at this thing!" ray gushed.

tara giggled, shaking her head.

"alice, i'm going to ask you a couple of standard questions, okay?" peter informed her.

as soon as peter asked his first question, tara knew where this was going. he either thought she was on drugs or schizophrenic or both.

"my uncle thought he was st.jerome." she admitted.

peter shot the boys a look, obviously his mind started to go to drugs.

tara bit her tongue, for once trying hard not to call her father out on his stupidity.

"i'd call that a big "yes"." he said, sounding cocky. "are you habitually using drugs?" tara facepalmed. "stimulants, alcohol?" he further questioned.

"no." the woman denied.

"no. no. just asking." he told her. "are you, alice, menstruating right now?"

"dad?! what the hell?!" she snapped.

"what?! she could be!" peter defended himself.

"that's not something you ask a woman!" tara told him off.

"back off sweetheart, i'm working." he said with a cocky grin.

"that's it." tara said, about ready to go and kick her father's ass until ray grabbed a hold of her pulling her far away from him.

peter smiled and waved, angering tara even more.

she flipped him off. not caring how mean she was being to her father.

to her, he deserved it.

egon and ray were more of dads to her than peter ever was. well, that's what tara thought.

"ray! it's moving. come on." egon announced.

ray set tara back down on her feet before quickly following egon out of the room.

tara glared at her father before going off to find ray and egon.

peter sighed, reluctantly following the three further down into the library.

*

egon was at the head of the group, holding a device called a PKE that tracked the ghost's whereabouts.

peter lazily trailed behind them, with a look of boredom written on his face.

they went into a random aisle, seeing a tower of books in the middle of the aisle.

"look!" ray pointed out.

egon scanned the books with the PKE, while ray held up his camera.

"this is hot, ray." egon conversed with his fellow coworker.

tara inspected the books, wondering how long it took this ghost to pile all those books for.

"wow. i should do this to barricade my bedroom door next time." she spoke to herself.

"please, don't." peter requested.

tara ignored him, moving herself away from him and closer to egon.

"symmetrical book stacking. just like the philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947." ray commented.

"you're right." peter said. "no human being would stack books like this."

"no, you wouldn't. you're not neat or symmetrical." tara sassed him.

peter shot her a look, before moving on with his friends.

ray stopped. "listen!" he exclaimed.

the group fell silent, trying to listen to whatever ray told them to listen to.

"you smell something?" ray then asked.

tara didn't know how 'listen' and 'you smell something' went together but they WERE the professionals here, so she decided not to question it any further.

egon's meter buzzed as the four slowly inched themselves away from the tower of books.

going into the next aisle. it was an aisle full of filing cabinets, papers were strewn and all of the cabinets were open.

"talk about telekinetic activity. look at this mess!" ray exclaimed.

"raymond, look at this." egon went.

tara followed ray and egon over to an open filing cabinet which had a gooey substance that looked an awful lot like snot dripping from it. 

she closed her eyes, her nose scrunched up in disgust. "oh my god. what is that?" she asked, feeling like she was going to puke.

"ectoplasmic residue!" ray cried, answering tara's question.

tara reopened her eyes. trying her best not to look at the snot like substance.

egon took out a container from his coat, he held it up in peter's direction and went "venkman, get a sample of this."

tara couldn't help but laugh.

"tara, care to do the honors?" peter asked her, taking the container from egon.

tara quickly regretted laughing because she did NOT want to be in contact with that thing!

she shook her head "no" vigorously.

peter smiled. "that's what i thought." he hummed.

"it's the real thing." ray stated, filming it.

peter made his way over to it. "look, somebody blows their nose and you want to keep it?" he questioned.

tara was now stood behind egon, she didn't even want to see it in the corner of her eye.

"i'd like to analyze it." egon answered.

"there's more over here." ray pointed.

"oh no." she whimpered.

"i'm getting stronger readings here." egon commented.

tara stuck by egon, with her eyes screwed shut. she held his hand, making sure she didn't bump into anything or well any of the snot. (🥺🥺)

"this way!" egon called to her father.

tara took one last look at her father, she saw him turn to the books and spread the remaining "snot" left on all of them.

"i hate you." she whispered before quickly following egon and ray into the hall.

peter looked where she once stood, having heard what she said.

"love you too kid, love you too." he muttered before following the group.

*

"egon, your mucus." peter said, handing him the container.

just as he said that, a book shelf from behind them toppled over.

"holy shit." tara said with widened eyes.

peter gave her a "did you really just say that?" kind of look.

"what?" she snapped.

peter turned to ray and asked "this happen to you before?"

ray shook his head.

"huh. first time?" he assumed.

in which, ray nodded his head yes again.

they walked on in silence, the only sound coming was egon's PKE meter buzzing.

the buzzing noise intensified as they went through a second row of books.

going out into a hallway, the meter hummed steadily now. egon put his hand out, stopping the group from going any further.

egon walked ahead of them, keeping an eye on his PKE meter as it kept buzzing.

the three went over to egon, to which they saw a purple see through ghost across from them reading a book.

tara looked in awe. she couldn't believe it. ghosts really were real!

"it's here." egon announced to them.

"a full-torso apparition, and it's real." ray whispered.

egon nodded. he couldn't believe it either.

peter looked disinterested. just wanting to be done here.

"so, what do we do?" he asked casually.

egon and ray looked to one another, unsure of what to make of their next move. they've never gotten this far.

"could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?" peter requested.

peter grabbed a hold of ray's ear, repeating his question.

he dragged ray down the hall, with egon following.

tara was stood there, awe struck by the ghost.

"tara, you too! come here." he hissed, snapping for emphasis.

tara huffed, doing as she was told.

"what do we do?" he repeated his question.

"i don't know, what do you think?" ray asked egon.

"maybe try to talk to it or something? treat it like a normal human being." tara suggested.

"a normal human being? tara, it's not even human." peter corrected her.

"you're not normal, but we still treat you fine." tara shrugged.

peter huffed. "i don't have time for this right now. what do we do?" he asked, growing impatient.

"tara's right. we should try to make contact." egon agreed with her.

tara smiled. happy to be right.

"one of us should actually try to speak to it." ray nodded.

"well, since tara suggested it. she should go." peter said, dragging tara out from their hiding spot.

"no." egon declined, dragging her over to him.

"then, who do you want to possibly do it?" peter questioned.

they all looked to him.

peter sighed. he turned around and started making his way towards the ghost.

ray got out his camera, getting ready to film.

the three followed peter out into the hall where the ghost was quietly reading, minding her business.

"hello." peter made himself known to her. "i'm peter."

to which she ignored him.

"where are you from?" he asked her. "originally." he added.

the ghost turned to him, she put her index finger up to her lips and shushed him.

tara snorted.

peter turned to the group, he made his way over to them.

"alright, okay." he said, leading them back to where they were previously. "the usual stuff isn't working."

"okay, i have a plan." ray announced. "i know exactly what to do."

"tara, stay here." egon requested.

she watched them tip toe out into the hall. slowly, making their way over to the reading ghost.

"now, stay close." ray instructed. "stay close. i know, do exactly as i say." he ordered. "get ready."

as they were mere inches from her, ray yelled out "get her!"

to which the ghost turned demonic, letting out a monstrous roar.

the boys screamed, struggling to get away from the demonic ghost.

egon grabbed a hold of tara, throwing her over his shoulder as they made a run for it.

"did you see it? what was it?" asked roger from earlier.

"we'll get back to you!" peter assured him.

"what?!" roger yelled.

tara watched mindlessly as the boys scrambled down the steps running as fast as they could, while people on in confusion.

*

[collecting-stories]

Hey Stephen - Steve Harrington

Request: Hi, can I please have a ride based on Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift with Steve Harrington where the reader is Dustin's sister and Dustin's watching his sister crush on his best friend like "this is disgusting, but adorable"? @thecaptaingingersnap 

A/N: Sorry this took so long...I was kinda sick last week and struggled to get on. 

Stranger Things Masterlist

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Your infatuation started long before your little brother somehow managed to become friends with one of Hawkin’s High school’s most popular students. It was probably around the time you sprained your ankle during gym class and Steve Harrington volunteered to take you to the nurse’s office so you could get iced up and call your mom.  

There in the nurse’s office, as he held a pack of ice to your ankle, you were positive, was exactly when the crush began. It lasted through girlfriends that he had, the few times that Carol and Tommy had set their sights on you during a class and Steve had rushed an apology as the bell rung and he followed them out, and now, his friendship with your brother. You weren’t even really sure how Steve had become friends with Dustin, or why for that matter, but you couldn’t help being a little thankful. Sure, most of the time when you knew he would be stopping by you were doing your best not to embarrass yourself but at least you got to see him right? Got to really actually talk to him.  

“You’re such a creep, you know that?” Dustin teased, standing in the kitchen doorway as he ate the pizza lunchable he had just constructed and watched you try to look natural as you glanced out the window for any sign of Steve’s car.

“I’m not a creep Dustin.” You insisted, “I’m waiting for our ride, like people do.”  

“Yeah, except normal people don’t stand at the window like they’re an axe murderer waiting for a victim.” He replied. He was all dressed up for the winter dance that you had somehow been roped into chaperoning. You knew Nancy would be there and, while you weren’t always the best of friends, she was nice and you could at least talk to her. Steve would be there, apparently, and he’d offered to drive you and Dustin there too.  

A dance for middle schoolers shouldn’t make you this anxious but you couldn’t help it. You felt like you were going to burst from excitement and nerves all at the same time.  

“I don’t wanna be late!” You snapped, turning to glare at him. You’d been ready for the last two hours, picking at your hair and dress, trying on three different pairs of shoes, reapplying mascara and lipstick, practically shaking. You wanted to look good, but for what? So Steve might, maybe, notice you? And not just as Dustin’s sister or that girl who couldn’t manage to run the mile in seventh grade but as an actual person who he maybe could like.

“Okay, okay, take a chill pill, god. You’re negative attitude is gonna deflate my hair.”

“I’ll deflate your hair if you don’t stop bothering me Dustin!”  

With your back turned to the window, headlights turned into your driveway and a horn echoed in the car port. Dustin smiled, mouthing a “showtime” as he tossed his trash in the bin and headed for the front door. You followed, grabbing your purse and trying to catch one last glimpse of your appearance in the mirror.  

“You look fine.” Dustin promised, grabbing your arm and dragging you out the front door. He didn’t wanna be late, especially not because of you and your weird Steve Harrington hang up. Will told him it was the same as him liking Max or Stacey but Dustin was unwilling to believe that explanation. It was just weird, his sister having a crush on his friend.  

“Hey Hendersons, ready to party?” Steve joked, leaning over the middle console to pop the passenger side door for you. Dustin climbed in the back seat and smiled, his reflection catching in the rearview mirror.

“I was born ready.” He replied, enthusiastically. “She was born with one leg up in the air.”

“It was the Olympics that year,” you shrugged, smacking your brother when he leaned between the seats, “I was getting a head start on gymnastics.”

Steve laughed as if that was the funniest thing anyone had ever told him, “that’s great.”

“So, are you excited about going to your sixth grade winter formal all over again?” You asked, twisting a little in your seat to focus on Steve as he drove.  

In the backseat, Dustin rolled his eyes.  

“I was gonna wear the same tux but, ya know, I got taller.” He joked.  

“I thought your hair just got higher.” Dustin teased and you couldn’t help laughing.  

“Ha ha you’re so funny.” Steve replied, “hey, smack your brother for me?”

You obliged, leaning over the seat to hit him. As you leaned passed the center console, you held the edge of Steve’s seat for stability, your arm brushing against his and your hair falling into his line of vision for a moment, curly strands tickling his cheek. He turned his head when the car stopped for a red light, watching you as you laughed at Dustin and pulled yourself away from him, falling back into your seat.  

Tommy and Carol always said you had a hopeless crush on Steve but he was always a little too preoccupied by the girls who were more vocal about their feelings. He remembered when Nancy first started flirting with him at a party. He’d felt a little “on top of the world” every time someone paid attention to him. Steve honestly couldn’t remember a time when you were throwing yourself at him though. You were always friendly, and he’d seen more of you this year as he found himself hanging out with Dustin in an unironic way, but he’d never really thought of you liking him. Even when Tommy and Carol first said it, he just brushed it off.  

“So, Henderson, you excited?” He asked, trying to get back some of that junior year cool he’d had.  

You raised an eyebrow at him and pointed to yourself, clarifying that it was you that he was talking to. When he nodded, you shrugged, “I guess.” You smiled at him as the light turned green, “I got a hot date after all.”

“What?”

“She promised Will she’d dance with him at least once.” Dustin replied. Out of all his friends, Will was your favorite. Much nicer than Lucas and Mike, not so self-centered.  

“Oh man, I can’t compete with that.” Steve laughed, “save me a dance though, will you?”

“I’ll try to pencil you in.” You replied, even as you felt your face get hot, flushed with the suggestion that the two of you might actually share a dance. You definitely shouldn’t be this excited about a dance for sixth graders.  

Dustin made an exaggerated gagging noise from the backseat, “disgusting, you guys are disgusting.” He stated, trying to keep the smile at bay. Disgusting maybe, but kind of adorable, though he definitely wouldn’t tell you that.  

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[soranihimawari]

Phenomenon like You

Once, when Miya Atsumu attended a press conference during his rookie season with the MSBY, it is rumored he tripped on stage because he saw his first love—and no, it wasn’t a volleyball…

Word count: 6.3+K

Pairing: MSBY!Miya. A x reader

Warning: adult relationships, non-in depth descriptive sex and days leading pre and post, malamutes are adorably affectionate// 🔞MDNI -> for reasons above

Heavy breathing followed by a pair of heavier footsteps can be heard outside of a closed gym. On the rotation sheet for conditioning training, the MSBY Black Jackals had scheduled a self-monitored practice. Granted, those with families waiting for their favorite player to come home do wind up free of cleaning duties postcool down calisthenics. So why and how did an adorable almost full-grown malamute pup navigate its way to the gym, one can’t figure out.

The barking is what threw off a majority of the team still on the floor picking up a few stray balls. Considering at least three out of the four second year starters had seen Bokuto’s favorite ‘away-game’ film, looking at you Air Bud, one could jump to the conclusion this was exactly the case.

Fifteen minutes go by and though the pup starts sniffing around the players the pup chooses to follow a blonde like a second shadow. A few of the others who had their phones on hand decide to record the shenanigans the dog and human create. In no particular order, the series of events are listed:

Pup nips at Miya’s heels during a recent receive drill.

Pup sniffs the open palm of one Hinata Shoyo who just melts.

Sakusa, contrary to popular belief, is the most calm because he thought of his cousin doing vet work for volunteering hours in high school.

Bokuto sprints with said special guest when aforementioned guest gets a burst of energy.

Another ten minutes pass until a tertiary set of rushed steps are heard. The janitor for the change of shift (mid to night) is heard talking to someone—said person is the owner and master of the adorable dog. You’re busy apologizing again when you noticed you are slowing down in front of a particular gym door. In one hand, you hold your phone and wallet attachment; in the other, the snapped tether of a frayed leash.

“Are you sure I won’t interrupt anything sir?”

Shaking his head, the janitor replies with a joke saying those boys might be up to trouble, but nothing their teammates (“or me”) can’t handle. You hear the ruckus and instinctively charge through the door to find a rather dashing collective of athletes entertaining your adorable unit of a companion.

Sticking your fore and middle fingers placed in a ‘finger gun’ position in your mouth, you inhale with a deep breath in one second and the next you give one of the loudest wolf whistles you can produce. Did you want to call attention to yourself? No, not really. Did having a v-league team comprised of the city’s most eligible bachelors whet your appetite? One -hundred percent of people would concur. Your dog whines when he sees his master with an annoyed, yet forgiving look. It’s similar to the second time your pup discovered where you hid the new treats for his age.

A couple seconds go by as the team sort of analyzed the newcomer to their practice. Clearly no one thought any of the support staff would be in due to a mini-team building retreat that was scheduled to have ended days early, yet when an attractive stranger with a killer whistle had practice come to a screeching halt, the guys were bound to notice.

Your running/trainer shoes squeaked a bit while approaching the center of the court. A majority of the balls were already put in their respective wheel carts and the nets there still were strung up. The player closest to you introduces themselves and as introductions were made, you gracefully bow and apologize for not coming sooner. You still hold the broken leash and you also explain the butcher’s shop you frequent on your routine shopping days is in the next street over, so your dog, energetic as six five year olds, suddenly jerked forward with enough force to snap the leash thus leading to where you are now.

The boys laugh a bit while your dog receives praises and headpats from the youngest members of the team (roster wise, not age).

“Thanks for finding him,” you smile. You beckon your pup to come toward you and though one final half bark, half whine is given, you have a thoughtful expression before kneeling down. You talk to your dog line a grown adult scolding a child, but it seems like you change your inflections in your voice to fit what you’re about to suggest:

“I know you had fun bub, but these guys are professionals,” you scratch the sweet spot behind your dog’s ear. “Maybe if we see them at the beach house auntie has next weekend I’m sure they’d love to play with ya ‘gain.”

The guys seemed to create a semi-circle behind you all giving varying degrees of nods and vocal iterations of, “hell yeah we would!” Your dog seemed to have more pep in their step while you had a moment to be distracted by a more bold member of the team. You hear your dog walk side by side after the captain allowed your dog to do a few final laps with the new friends he had acquired. Their number 13, on the other hand, had been meticulously checking you out. It’s not in a creepy way either, until he was called out privately by a snide remark made by another teammate.

Standing next to each other, you too almost get caught noticing the blonde’s redeeming qualities: like the way his workout uniform shirt with his number and burgundy shorts seem to accentuate the body he worked on during weight training days; the compression additions to his attire highlighted the muscle definitions under the false light in the gym; then the way he glistened underneath them making him seem a bit more intimidating.

“Ya like what ya see?”

You’re caught. In a slight moment of fight or flight, you let out an short laugh perhaps hinting at an “it depends who’s asking” response. Noticing the sport the gym was primarily used for, you recall certain key positons from days when you learned how to play, but the my don’t need to know that just yet, right? Right.

“You’re the setter, right?” You point at the net that was being folded.

“You play?” he chuckles at the way your eyes dance around the room.

“Nah, but acquaintances and friends of mine still do. Told me about numbers and some important ones designated positions depending on the team and traditions for wearing said number, Miya. Oops. Did I pronounce that right?”

Miya Atsumu blinks back at you a bit before nodding eagerly to move the conversation naturally along. To be fair, after you called your pup over a second time, you offer to exchange contact info with the blonde bombshell after handing your phone over to him. Funnily enough, you watch him take three selfies before settling on the second one to make his contact photo as. Upon hitting save, you turn to leave and say your final goodbyes over your shoulders.

Outside, your dog gives you a judgmental stare. It’s as though he was communicating a sassy, “Mmhm. Thought you’d like him best.”

“You definitely are the best wingman out here,” you say after leaving the front doors of the MSBY facilities.

A few weeks and couple promising texts later, you’re flying solo on this date with a cavalier individual. Your sister gracefully decided to clear her schedule to pick up her four-legged nephew to spend some time at the dog park on your side of the city. Across from you where you’re seated, your date bounces his leg anxiously hoping no one disturbs the date. Then again, it’s the talk of the town in the posh restaurant scene Miya Atsumu, second year starting setter for the MSBY Black Jackals, has been spotted with a mysterious date. Twitter and other social media outlets were either freaking out or a buzz with excitement when a vague post of his ought for the day went viral. Currently, as he wraps up his story about the last away game they just came home from, you tilt your head to one side before leaving back in your chair. You’ve got a playful smile on your face because you’re currently fighting a broadening blush which would have highlighted the sun freckles from your outdoor job.

“Quite an interesting story there Tsum-tsum,” you were on a first name basis with the young man.

Who knew meeting a professional athlete whose team absolutely adored your dog (though through a singular incident of an older leash snapping), would lead to having dinner with such a popular guy? Only movies and maybe plays grounded in reality would have this development, yeah? Yeah.

“Tsum-tsum?” He points at himself before leaning in to rest his chin on his arm situated on the table top.

You nod, your canines show through under your top lip seemingly pensive in the way it nibbles on your bottom lip.

“You don’t like it?” you sound like you’re five when you do.

He raises a hand telling you how endearing it was.

“As long as I can get to call you ‘baby’ someday soon. What do you think?”

The ice in the cocktail glasses clink when he does this and you have a hard time not losing yourself in the pools of amber honey. The new toner he used shimmers in his hair and you take into account how well his shirt stresses the buttons across his hardened chest. If he was a flirt like all the tabloids had said, he is doing exceptionally well for someone who was perpetually single. Is it any wonder at all when your sister pieces together the puzzle on your ambiguous date to the latest embarrassing story of how your dog practically became your wing-person? No, of course not.

You might be older than she is by a few years, but the fact of the matter is when a high caliber player from any v-league team asks you if you’re free on a Saturday night, you might as well say yes because it’s been a while since you’ve secured a date. The withdrawals are real when your sister and you have a heart to heart conversation about your tumultuous sex life or lack there of in the love life department regardless of ending things with a ‘shitty excuse for a salary man’. Your ex was a lawyer for a pretty popular firm handling business permits and the like, yet since the relationship was stagnant with no signs of marriage or homebuilding. Though everyone in your family thought he was the last person who you would marry, you manage to single handedly sabotage your mother’s holiday dinner by announcing your breakup. Surely the pompous lawyer ditched you admitting his infidelity (and you confirming it by saying his lover’s name in your speech about honesty), saying the other party he was headed to seemed more prestigious compared to your inner-city middle-class home. Your sister toasted to his leaving the second the rideshare app buzzed on his phone. However now that you’re enjoying the company of one Miya, you find yourself genuinely happier than you could recall. Even if it’s been over a year and a half, you didn’t expect yourself to be so fond of the man so quickly. Dinner was already on its way to the table when said man asked you that silly question.

“You may, if you want to,” you answer.

Once the plates arrive you raise your glass to toast to new beginnings with him and he winks at you mentioning you’d be the only one allowed to call him the nickname.

Dessert is shared between you both as he declares from tonight onward whenever he is with you, it is an automatic cheat day. You concur his statement as the latte paired with the creme brulee touches your lips. The mug remains warm, very much like how you feel when he whispers a charming, ‘sexier than a mug.’

“Are you jealous of a mug, Tsum?” you inquire with an eyebrow raised. You take a secondary sip while he polishes off the creme brulee; you already had your share of the dessert.

“Are you jealous of this spoon too, huh?” he licks the spoon as though it was a toothpick and you almost choke on your second to last sip of latte. “Don’t worry sweetness, I plan on letting you know what else my mouth can do.”

“Atsumu!” You gasp, laughing saying the probabilities of that happening was a little higher than he thinks.

As you exit the restaurant via the back door courtesy of the owner, you fall in line with your date. You allow him to ask questions about your past including your ‘son.’

“So, a malamute?” His hands are in his pockets, kicking a small pebble out of your way.

“Yeah, hah,” you place your arms behind your back to stretch a little bit. You bring your arms back to your side in a relaxed position, almost inviting your date to lace his fingers lazily through your own. You don’t stop him when he does as you both come to a pause at the pedestrian crosswalk; explaining how your pup eventually became adopted by you. You also explain the brief side story of having your heart on the mend because you needed someone who would be loyal—

“I’d be loyal and so much more,” he says, puffing his chest.

A laugh escapes from your lips and you glance up at his profile. He tells you despite what you think his intentions are by asking you out on this date, he wants you to be happy even if this doesn’t work. The light changes and as you both walk in tandem with each other, you wait until you cross the street to inform your charming companion his blush deepening the longer you walk. Eventually, you reach the valet lot designated for the restaurant as well as other businesses along the strip mall you went to. Atsumu still lingers by you, slowly loosening his grip on your hand to suavely move a bit higher, like the small of your back. You’re thankful for the jersey dress and kitten heels combo you chose to wear because out of all the ‘date’ outfits you own, you clearly hypnotized your date way before this part of the night.

“Yer ex was an idiot,” his observation makes you give your thanks for the same thought.

When the diver comes back with said vehicle, your date tips him for his trouble, then goes through the motions of opening the passenger doors for you.

The car ride back to your single story house in the middle of the south-eastern point from the surrounding neighborhood. The radio is taken over by your choice of loFi tunes. Your date reminds you that even though he is the driver, he defaults to the passenger’s taste for background music. Somehow you’re a firm believer in having music sharpen the driver;s abilities, yet here you sit at another red light while he’s painting a picture for one of those younger-years memories with him and his twin brother wreaking havoc on the gym prior to practice starting in Inarazki High School. As your neighborhood comes into view, you choose to roast him slightly saying how you’d secretly hope your dog was having a fun time at your sister’s. Once the car is parked in your driveway, your seatbelt is still unbuckled while turning to your date to wrap up this part of the date.

“Hey, ‘Tsum?”

“Yeah?”

You twist your body three-quarters of the way to face him, extending your right hand to touch his cheek. You mumble a ‘cute’ when you firmly turn his face to view you. His breathing suddenly slows and the atmosphere is charged with something else other than the radio signals. Be brave, your mind says before you make the simple decision to thank him for the outing with a chaste kiss. Though brief, you had seemed to caught the setter off guard and he nearly squeaked when you a break the kiss. You don’t apologize for doing so, no. Your smile and nod when you uttered a, “thank you for everything,” caused his heart to beat in the doki-doki rhythm. Your teeth flashes his own bewildered, yet satisfied stare in a large smile, as you make ready to take your leave. You remind him to call you when he arrives back to his own residence. Essentially, as he waits for you to walk inside your own home, you mentally count until you reach the number thirty-nine. Within those seconds, three things happen: one, you tell your sister to watch your pup for a while longer mentioning that you’ll pick him up tomorrow; two, both siblings (yours and Atsumu’s) tease both of you for teetering and teasing each other all night with those stolen glances and flirtatious footwork underneath the restaurant tables; and finally when you answer your door still somewhat dressed (your heels are put away as you currently wear knee-high stockings with bunny slippers) a familiar pair of lips crashes into your own.

A different type of hunger looms over you as you begin to walk backwards quietly ushering your guest to lock the door behind him. Murmuring your name against your lips in a ghostlike fashion, Atsumu realizes just how bad he might have fallen. Well, to be frank, since he did meet you, he proudly boasted to the rest of the team he called dibs on the pretty young thing whose dog was more friendlier to people like himself and for some odd reason, Sakusa. (“Probably because I use this product where the icon looks like a chibi version of him,” you send him a text of TEAM PUP & SUDS DOG WASH at the grocer’s store. Atsumu busts out laughing during practice right at the tail end of a water break).

You’re currently surrendering to the knee buckling way his hands are firmly holding you close to his chest. He might as well go fully into dipping you considering you both carry on until you reach the short step separating the genkan from the rest of the entranceway of your abode.

“Down boy,” your flustered breath tickles his ears and it is insane how your clothes still remain intact especially with how he groans, tilting his head back only to have yours cradle the soft blonde tufts at the end of his undercut.

“Devils be damned,” he nips at the corner of your mouth the moment he lets you come up for air shortly thereafter. His calloused hands wander up and down your rib cage, massaging small circles seeing if you’re more ticklish on one side than the other. Your laughter is something Miya Atsumu could memorize and it’s just as deadly as a siren’s song.

“Focus Tsum,” you egg him on, pouting with your eyes. He nods pecking various points of your face and neck, whatever exposed skin your clothes let him see, he kisses with a quiet resolve.

“Baby, I am, believe me,” he lets you round your initial corner toward your living room, but you have a very different end goal in mind. Your guest bedroom is the first room proper—this was a date, it just turned into a sleepover. And neither of you could fault the other for wanting more. Surely, neither of you regret being undressed quicker in the silence than the service at the posh restaurant from earlier. You’re sure you’d save a country in the past because when the moment your date’s shirt hits the floor next to the bed, he watches as your pupils dilate even further.

“Holy fuck,” you grumble.

“I should be sayin’ that about you babydoll,” Atsumu’s voice is dipped in a need to please and you beckon him to come closer. Your dress has since been thrown over your head, though he hovers above you, you notice he pays attention to the small scars from childhood surgeries. His hands trail over the ones on the back of your legs and he frowns slightly when you whisper a short whimper: “sensitive. Tread lightly.”

“Tell me,” he honors your request, ghosting over the tissue with lithe fingers. You ask him if he can help you sit up for a moment to give him more insight on how the scar came to be and you apologize for sort of dampening the mood.

“Ya got nothin’ to apologize fer,” he kisses your cheek.

“Mm…”

Atsumu sits across from you, holds your hands in his and brings them to his lips; his breath is warm when you notice the way he stares at your own eyes before you feel his lips once more press a final kiss to your knuckles giving you the courage to tell the story of how you narrowly escaped the clutches of sacrificing everything for the sport you love.

“It all happened when I was at speed skating practice the winter of the junior Olympics six years ago,” you begin.

Toward the end of the tale, you’re brought into a comforting embrace. Such a soft guy, you think. For Atsumu, being an athlete with rumors surrounding his participation in the trials four the Olympic team, he felt a sort of kinship with you. Your gift of speed was essentially sullied, but now that you were one-hundred percent back, you mention you’ve been sought out for professional qualifying teams for the upcoming seasons, yet you realize you’ve been more mindful of having your dog accompany you to away meets and the like. (Thankfully, your coaches adore the bejeesus out of your dog, so he’s allowed to travel too in the busier time of the season—yay!)

Atsumu takes a deep breath and upon his exhale, you suggest a different sort of bedtime act.

“I don’t wish to be coddled, but is it ok if,” you shift out of his hold to lie back down on the bed you currently share. “You hold me for a bit? You can leave if you want to, I won’t stop you if you have morning practice or something if you want to leave right now…”

He pouts at you. Great,

“Why would I do that, huh? My babe needs me, so I ain’t goin’ nowhere, angel.”

His hands make a sign to scoot over and though he is careful when he curls into you, you’re hearing him praise yo and congratulate you for a job well done…

“But I didn’t do anything,” your tone gives off an annoyed child.

Atsumu kisses your shoulder before his hands squeeze your love handles and you turn around with his help. Then he flicks your forehead second, teasing you so.

“Because it ain’t easy to admit yer shortcomings,” he whispers against the reddened skin at the apex of your brow. “Oh and don’t worry about killin’ the mood or whatever. I could always have ya get breakfast.”

“Tsum!”

You hit his chest with a soft fist only to fall into a case of the giggles with the man keeping your guest bed warm with you.

Essentially, you both keep talking until the clock towers by you chime with the latest hour, drawing a yawn from you. Your partner runs your shoulders affectionately whispering a sweet dreams on your shoulder’s skin, burrowing himself underneath the blanket you semi-cocooned yourself in a few minutes prior.

The mid-morning sun greets you and apparently your setter from last night becomes very possessive in how much wiggle room he gives you. He groans when you elbow him trying to sit up, but he also mutters a “quit squirmin’ or else” under his breath.

“Fine,” you chew your inner cheek a bit, trying so hard not to quake with laughter. His morning voice is coyly asking you to lay back down beside him and you over with a dreamy sigh.

Couple hours later, post mid-morning nap, you come to find yourself awake alone in bed: the spot where Atsumu had lain in was still a bit warm, the pillows and sheet smelled like his cologne. You easily sit up, covering your upper body with a blanket again before picking up on the voices coming from your kitchen. You hear the familiar padding of paws as well as the sizzling bacon. Your sister is in the kitchen probably after texting you she was on the way to drop off your pup before heading into diner for her mid-shift. Stumbling out of bed and performing your “just woke up” stretches, you dress yourself in some of the spare pajamas you stowed away in the guest bedroom dressers.

“You like my sister a lot, huh?” your sister was grilling the guy cooking breakfast at the moment. She meant it as a teasing joke, but when she herself notices how easy it is to fluster a successful smitten athlete, well who could blame him for stating the obvious. From where you stand, you notice Atsumu wears his shirt from last night, unbottoned though, with rolled sleeves. His pants though were still in the room atop the dresser, so even if nothing risque had occurred, he had to defend himself against your sister who sometimes forget she’s the younger of the two. She is feisty in terms of giving your new potential beaus the n’th degree because younger siblings, in your opinion, are kind of like aggressively cute malamute puppies. Lords and gods above know how easy your sister can figure out which guys are totally wrong for you via the vibes alone.

“I do like ‘er a lot. Even him too,” he pats the dog's head saying what a good boy he is. “Without this guy I don’t think our paths would ever cross.”

Your dog barks happily to be of service. Same fluffy pet also noticed how lonely you must have been after your ex stopped by to collect the last few boxes of his things. For a few months to almost a year, you and your pup spent a majority of time together working to move past the broken trust and though you went out with friends to places where people meet (and or date), you couldn’t find anyone who matched your interest. Except for now, because when you think about it, all night long your date in the kitchen never pressured you once into doing what you did—he was shy, charming, suggestively naughty, and all around kind. Kind like a young king learning to love a commoner despite what the public will say; kind like an athlete who wouldn’t mind being humbled during an interview when you’re pulled into the frame of the latest broadcast post-game; kind like he wants to always be there even if he’s a million miles away from home as long as he sees/talks to you at night. All these come in time, but for right now, your sister sits by the kitchen counter on the barstool observing the way his body language has her cackling on the inside since from where she stands, Miya Atsumu looks like he’s in love already. Your dog nudges his calloused hands to massage behind the ears and the blonde obliges. The kibble bowl is already half empty, but that is to be expected since it’s a bit later than originally planned (in terms of waking up).

“You’re lucky she likes ya too Mr Handsome-Setter,” she casually said.

Atsumu nods, biting into a strip of bacon from the pile on the plate. Your sister aids him in portioning out the side dishes and as you look in at the scene in front of you, you think you could get used to lazy Sunday mornings.

“I think I like him too,” You admit your feelings easily that morning. You greet them both and after a tense teasing between the three of you, you kneel down to hug your dog. Few licks over your cheek makes you laugh, mumbling a “missed ya too bud” into his fur.

Your sister, once she had eaten per share of the breakfast that was prepared, leaves to start her commute to the diner mentioning a lewd joke over her shoulder before you politely slam the door on her face.

Meanwhile Atsumu is busy trying not to give you anymore reason to be embarrassed, but here he was trying to eat the rice in the bowl without acting on what your sister insinuated with her joke. Your dog yawns as he finds his plump cushion of a bed by the window near the backyard.

“Thanks for the breakfast,” you said returning to the bacon plate and ‘southeastern Asian style fried eggs’ in front of you.

“Anytime,” he winks at you. The coffee in the percolator is almost done and as your thoughts lead into last night's conversations and this morning’s third wheel by proxy, you decide to give Atsumu a taste of what else you had in mind. You ask him if he wants any of the beverages and he does, so you serve him his cup with the cream on the table and sugar cubes from the pantry. You watch as he meticulously finds the right ratio for this morning’s cup, but you instead prefer it black with the lightest hint of salt to cut the acidity.

Regardless, as you sit across from him, a whole conversation happens silently. As the coffee and food essentially dwindle down to the last bits and with your pup enjoying a nap, you find yourself being raised on to the kitchen counter by a pair of stronger arms. Though you make a silent sign for him to be a bit quieter in his act, he defies what you asked the moment those amber eyes harden into a mischievous glare. He growls into your exposed skin a negative response along the lines of, “I believe yer the one who might need ya’ watch how loud ya get…”

It’s how he worms his way between your legs and how he catches you from falling backwards all the way with his lips breaking his fall as you pull him above you. Kissing him is like learning to breathe underwater. If you were a swimmer, you’d drown for him and his love. Your hands roam his body, learning every dip and curve and you feel him smiling into the next kiss that leaves you gasping. He holds you firmly with one arm curled behind until you the other cages you between the counter and him. You’re pressing against him with enough vigor as of now you’re essentially pushing the fabric off his shoulders again. Wondering hands of his move against the granite as you take over the dominant control of this morning kiss: you tilt your head slightly more, humming when you feel his fingertips trail higher until he pulls away noticing something isn’t there on your back.

“For me?”

You pressed your forehead against his, nodding. Though he says nothing, his arms slide smoothly away from your back and right before your lips meet again, you feel him hook his forearms under your legs as he drags you forward to meet his hips. Your bottoms make you slide to this new position with ease and you huff out a breathy whine.

“My room…now.”

The faux blonde doesn’t need to be told twice as he hoists you into his arms; your legs wrap around him and one of the best feelings in the world right now is hearing how his laughter rumbles through his chest. Your door is not that far from the kitchen, so when Atsumu comes into contact with your bed, he bends with the intent of having you straddle him. He groans when your fingers trace mindless patterns and you know you have him where you want him when you gently buck your hips against his in an effort to get him to lie down. He obeys only after he helps you out of the shirt you wear.

“Let me see you,” four words he breathlessly says between kiss bruised lips. His arms holds your wrists aside before aiding you to hover above him; your hands twirl the blonde locks on either side of his face.

“Tsum,” your finger curls to caress his cheek.

“Hmm?” A softness in the way he sees the sunshine through your blinds makes him wonder if all mornings can be like this.

“You’re welcome to stay,” you sheepishly admit.

“Hon, I’d stay even if ya kick me out,” he chuckles, hugging you with enough force to have you lay comfortably atop of him. Chest to chest, and as he plays with your hair strewn lazily along your back, he kisses your forehead.

Eventually, as this series of soft touches progresses, you fidget underneath your covers now. A rough hand sneaks its way between you’re love bitten thighs. It’s only two in the afternoon and you’ve already cursed the man currently building you up again. How did you get here? Like it wasn’t too long ago you had breakfast with a handsome devil, making out with said athlete and now this? Atsumu called you out for being a bit turned on, but you teased him right back saying he started it by making breakfast. You reminded him about the “or else” anecdote too, so when he flips you on your back, he begins his onslaught to making you feel good, great, even. Lips of his trace a linear road from your head, down your neck and collar bones, toward the middle and underside of your chest, ribs, hips then with a final, “may I?”—

“Ah~! Hurry up,” you bite the back of your palm while the other is gripping the pillow supporting your head.

“And miss seeing your face?”

Another breathy moan has you trying to focus on something other than how skilled he actually is. You actual let curses fall from your mouth, only to be silenced when the theoretical chord snaps. Your high is rewarded with a breathy “god damn gorgeous.”

You’re panting like a rabid dog right before you blink away the tears making your vision blurry enough to see him bob his head between your legs to begin cleaning you prematurely with his tongue. Sensitive though you were, you eventually remove your hand from the pillow as you gently push your partner’s head down further. This afternoon, as you come around his tongue for a third time, you realize you might be in love with a demon. However, all bets are off when you tell him a few moments later where your latest stash of contraceptives are kept and if he is eager enough, you give your consent to ruin the mattress and sheets you lie in. Trying to out do the other would make sense, but when he eventually raises you by your arms, you let him set the pace when he guides your body up and down. The initial stretch and burn has your eyes roll to the back of your skull. He’s too busy listening to you adjust and create broken sobs of his name.

“I know, baby, I know,” he hums into your hairline.

“Tak-take it easy,” you hold his shoulders as he angles you a bit and with the next brute jab, your nails leave crescent marks.

“Ya like that huh?”

“Mm-hmm, s’good.”

Miya “I aim to please” Atsumu, slowly and steadily, loses to you. Your body has him surrendering himself to a love that heals your spirit; a force neither he nor you could have predicted possible.

Elsewhere in the guest bedroom, a phone buzzes several times. Certain names whom you will come to know as his best friends and former teammates leave behind messages of “enjoy your day off from practice ;)” and or “tell yn-san and mala-kun (your dog) I say hi! 🐾”

Regardless, you’re busy entertaining each other to care about the outside world. Not when your entire world in one person is busy rocking you steady between breathier confessions and when you eventually open your eyes to observe the way atsumu’s contorts when he is driven off his theoretical cliff, you realize perhaps you could (and are) getting used to this.

Panting and wanting more but knowing the limit might have been reached, you both agree to put a pause in your coital act for a moment.

“We should clean up,” you suggest.

“Not yet,” he pours.

“Eager to claim me again?”

You smoosh his cheeks together with your hands and as you relax, his lips teasingly tickle your palms. For whatever reason, you’re still joined from the waist down, however, considering the pounding you just went through, you know how sore he’d made you.

“Don’t tempt me.”

Hissing as he guides you off him, he wraps a well crinkled blanket around your shoulders as he disposes of the used barrier between your bodies. You tell him the bathroom is adjacent to the towel closet and he essentially returns to your room with a tender expression on his brow. You adjust the blanket to create a make-shift toga, and in all his nude glory, Atsumu nearly pounces on you, by passing your shirt on the floor, kissing you profusely muttering “cute brat of mine,” and you laugh peppering his face with the same sentiment.

It’s not surprising as the day progresses, you encourage him, once fully clothed, to return home for a little while. When asked why, you teasingly suggest if what happened last night and the is morning was any indication of how most of your dates would end or start, he might need to carry an overnight bag in his trunk. And the occasional squeaky toy makes it’s way into the same bag. Suffice to say if you were asked who would win a canine fight between a malamute and a jackal, you always bet on the jackal ecause of how they eventually learned to fall for a curious, lovingly compassionate, malamute. After all, you hear his new nickname for you uttered on tv post game: “I have a phenomenon waiting for me at home. See ya soon babs.”

You shake your head while your sister teases you handing you a bottle of cider toasting to the latest win (and further advancement) of the MSBY team. Your boyfriend though makes no further comments on the relationship he alludes to as he is called to do another repost game interview with the other teammates huddled together for a team photo. Suffice to say with what Atsumu had said, his official social media accounts are a buzz congratulating him not only on the win at the court, but in his private life as well.

You’re half asleep when he arrives home: the replay of the game is on commercial break after the third set. The glow of the tv stops when your now boyfriend scoops you up in his arms, kissing you gently, holding you like a child being transferred to their bedroom. Bridal style is the latest way you Iola to be held, and Atsumu being charmingly handsome, he always obliges your wishes. Especially now, seeing as you inhale deeply and you recognize the scent of your shared detergent. Lately, he’s been spending more time with you, so he lives with you rent free until your contract is up. The next phase is finding a place together, which can be discussed come the morning. Right now, you don’t stray too far from his hold, lazily kissing him with the intent of waking yourself further.

“Miss me pretty?” His voice asks, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Mmmhm,” you nod. You seemed drunk on the lightest bit of attention he gives, and neither of you have the heart to poke fun at the other.

“Sleep well,” his lips mould atop yours, a bit more languidly than before. You oblige the act, encouraging a deeper understanding of how he came home a bit earlier than the last time.

“Red eye flights are great,” he says, voice above a whispered tone.

“Mm, that they are handsome,” you kiss him sternly before you knock out yourself.

Come the morning, he has you snoozing in his arms wondering if life can get any better. Your dog stands guard at the foot of the bed happy that his human’s favorite human is back.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora recs #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #🔞—nsfw miya atsumu

[demonoflight]

FrontierFest - Day 19

(Full prompt list here)

Any headcanons or AUs you’d like to share?

Oh, sure thing, I got some headcanons!

Izumi’s father is a diplomat in service of the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, while her mother is working on a PhD in History of Art. When Izumi was eight, Mr. Orimoto received a position in the Japanese Embassy in Rome, where the family lived for the next two years. During their time in Italy, the family traveled extensively on weekends and school holidays, from Torino in the north to Palermo in the south, visiting dozens of monuments and museums. Mr. Orimoto was supposed to serve for 4 years, but due to his exemplary work at the embassy he was offered a prestigious role back in the ministry in Japan, so he had to cut their stay in Italy short.

Mrs. Orimoto taught Izumi how to cook while they were in Italy, starting with basic recipes and then learning how to make Italian staples together. Mr. Orimoto knows how to make exactly one thing, biscotti, which he happily taught his wife and daughter. They insist his biscotti are still the best and ask him to bake some whenever he has time.

Junpei’s father comes from a wealthy family that earned its money from heavy industrial manufacturing, making things like locomotives, ships and aircraft. Junpei’s paternal grandfather is on the board of directors for the corporation, while his father and his two uncles have high level managerial roles. His father is the youngest of the three Shibayama brothers, so he and Junpei aren’t very high up on the hierarchical totem pole and are free to live their lives more or less as they please without intense expectations. Still, Mr. Shibayama is a busy man who takes his job very seriously and is barely home, though he calls his wife and speaks with her for over an hour every day he isn’t home. Junpei’s mother was a geriatric nurse before her marriage and still volunteers with senior citizens. They love their only son dearly, but between how good he’s always been at pretending everything is fine and how busy they are, they didn’t notice Junpei was struggling at all until after he returned from the Digital World and his mood and attitude improved drastically.

Junpei’s parents are both stocky like their son.

There is a room in the Shibayama house dedicated to the display of dozens of train models, including an expensive electric train set in the middle. This collection was started by Junpei’s father in his youth, and Junpei now shares in adding new trains and maintaining them.

Kouji doesn’t ask his father for a lot of material things. The few times he does, Mr. Minamoto knows it means Kouji is serious and would dedicate his entire being to whatever he’s asking, so it’s best to agree and watch his son thrive. That’s how Kouji started practicing bōjutsu in a dojo as a first grader, how he received an electric guitar for his 10th birthday, and how he got to adopt Garm the dog.

Kouichi gets the best grades out of any of the Frontier kids. Junpei is also capable of achieving amazing grades, especially in things that interest him like math and physics, but for years he was kind of resigned to his fate and didn’t bother to apply himself. Takuya gets the worst grades, but he’s not stupid, just perfectly average and uninterested in academics. He’s the best PE student of the team, naturally.

Tomoki was born in March 1994, which means he is nearly a whole year younger than Takuya’s brother, Shinya, though they’re both third graders in 2002. Regardless, they become instant best friends when they first meet, and Takuya quickly regrets introducing them because Shinya proceeds to tell Tomoki about all the embarrassing things Takuya has ever done in his entire life. (They both still agree Takuya is the coolest big brother they could ask for, though.)

Tomoki is the only one who chooses to tell someone in his life about their Digital World adventure - when he comes back home, he tells Yutaka everything. Yutaka is a college freshman and shouldn’t believe in such a tall tale, but he sees how much Tomoki has changed and grown in just one day... When he meets his brother’s new friends he doesn’t probe them for details to confirm the wilder parts of Tomoki’s story, because it doesn’t matter - all that matters is that they took care of his brother and helped him grow in a way he couldn’t. He straight up tells them he is grateful for that. Needless to say, Tomoki and Yutaka’s relationship improves dramatically, and by the time Tomoki is in high school they are closer than they have ever been.

The twins end up going to the same high school. They come up with the idea in 8th grade, research potential schools and good scholarships for Kouichi together, and get accepted to a prestigious private academy with spacious dorms. When they move in they discover that, by a twist of fate, they have been assigned to be each other’s roommates! The administration hadn’t considered that these two boys with different family names were brothers. It’s a fantastic time for both of them.

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