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lizzaneia-elizalde · 10 months

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ME FIRST!

CAN YOU DO YANDERE JOCK PLEASE!

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! gn! reader

YEY A MOTIVATION TO WRITE!

As my first request... I'm going to put voice claims as like a celebration!

Yan! Jock (Damon): Marshall Lee from Adventure Time (Donald Glover)

Yan! Sugar daddy (Rowan Silas): Howl from Howl's Moving Castle (Christian Bale)

Yan! Butler (Zero): Baizhu from Genshin Impact in JP (Yusa Koji)

Yan! Theater actor (Ignatius): Tamaki from Ouran Highschool Host Club (Vic Mignogna)

Yan! Dragon (Vincent): Lilac Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom (Behzad Dabu)

Yan! Artist (Arlen): Sal Fischer from Sally Face

((Just the voice claims, the charas involved are not really related to the Yans. BUT FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CAN'T FIND A PERFECT FIT FOR ROWAN GRRRRRRRR also Zero being in Japanese... Well, I actually did a Beware the Villainess voice headcannons before, and I used Baizhu JP as Nine's voice. Since Zero's inspired by him, then... Yeah.))

TW: Blood, gore, violence against a dead body.

He's a bit... Dumb.

That's what his friends would say when you ask about Damon.

He's dumb, yet sweet, kind, and insanely athletic.

People call him your typical himbo.

Rumors had it that he's completely a mama's boy, someone who doesn't know the difference between their, they're, and there, a man who has just one braincell that ticks around his head like the dvd logo bouncing around the screen and only get used on sports.

Ah yes, sports. The only thing he's extremely smart at.

Other than being street smart, he's body smart also. That's why he's being passed around by sports team in his University and also being gatekept by the clubs.

The baseball club needs a batter? On it. The basketball club had their ace sick? Don't worry, the mvp is here. The badminton team needs a pair for the doubles? Sure, just make sure to let him bring his own racket. Fencing club lacks one person for a complete sparring session? Uh, he hasn't tried fencing yet, but he will still master it immediately.

So because everything in his peanut brain gets squeezed onto sports, his academics isn't really the best...

Yet, his athlete scholarship made him stay afloat in the University. Plus he's the adorable kind of dumb, so everyone loved him.

If you try to tell him that he's a himbo, he would take it as an offense and would yell at you with the biggest pout and puppy dog eyes that he's not a himbo!

Oh, sweet summer child he is.

Everyone liked to watch this big, buff puppy play around with a smile on his face.

But not the Dean of his college. I mean, he's an athlete scholar, that's for sure, but he's still in Education! He needs to do better in his studies if he wants to be a teacher in the future!

And no! Damon cannot just cluelessly tilt his head to the side!

While Damon pouted, the dean called for you.

You're the candidate magna cum laude in your batch. Smart as you are, you buried your nose in books and notes as you studied to become a teacher, but lacked the confidence and charisma to be an effective one.

So the Dean thought this would be the perfect synergy. Damon's personality would rub on you, while your braincells will rub on his.

It was perfect.

And while you stood there with your eyes downcast, Damon's eyes widened as he stared at you.

It was love at first sight.

"Damon for the last time, it's School Based Management! Not Shoe Base Management! How did you even twist it to that?"

"Hehe, sorry y/n..."

*You sighed and crossed out the number.*

"5/50. How did your score got lower than the last time?! And it's a repeat test too!"

Rowan pouted and fiddled with his fingers. His eyes downcast as he appeared vulnerable.

"I'm sorry y/n.... I will do my best next time..."

*You sighed once more, knowing you can't deny this man.*

"Alright alright. Let's just study again."

You and Damon are in the library now, studying for the upcoming retake that Damon needs to take. But despite being here in the library for two hours, he still hasn't improved at all!

You stood up and glanced around, trying to see more books to use for studying. One preferably understandable for ding dongs like him.

Maybe a children's picture book of CPE 102 was needed for this guy.

You were harsh yet also patient with Damon, something he really likes. If he had a tail right now, it would wag rapidly to the point he'll break a bone in it.

All his thoughts is filled with you and you. The back of his notebook is scribbled with your name and his encased in a heart, crude drawings of you and him holding hands, or a silly children's game where he does a compatibility test using both of your names.

Neverminded that the test always ends up at "enemies" or "strangers", no no no... He won't accept it.

So these tests had large scribble marks all over him as words filled with rage about how the tests are lies are inked there.

And while Damon swung his feet while scribbling your and his future children's (yes, plural) names, he suddenly wondered where you are.

He got off his seat and walked around until he found you.

"Y/n--!"

He stopped dead in his tracks.

He felt shivers run down his spine.

There you where, smiling and bantering with an another man. Amicably talking to each other like you were the best of pals.

Damon recognized him from your class records (don't question why he knew your class records, he swears he's just doing research). Jupiter was his name, oddly enough. He's also a candidate magna cum laude and your study buddy. He's naturally gifted in academics and so does in his looks.

So when Damon saw how your eyes sparkled while talking to that guy...

He felt his façade crack.

Jupiter ran quickly across the lit yet empty rugby field in his University. Everyone was out for the school day since it was already 10pm.

How did Jupiter end up running away frantically with his clothes sticking on his body due to sweat?

It would be because of a masked man chasing him, power walking towards him with a metal baseball bat in hand. Jupiter can't see his face, but knew he's absolutely huge.

Jupiter ran as quickly as he can, but his body can't keep up. His legs weakened and his knee started to hurt as he heaved quickly. His vision swimming as he tried to run across and away from the man.

He's academic for god's sake! Physical activities are his mortal enemy!

As he cursed his hatred away, Jupiter tripped on a rock and rolled forward. His knee also finally gave up and is now hurting a lot.

Jupiter tried to scream for help, but all he could do is bite his lip as he held his poor knee.

Not until the man got close and clubbed him on that knee, making Jupiter scream in agony.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

That night, Jupiter's scream echoed throughout the empty rugby field and the sound of a hard object hitting a body. Then,

SQUELCH!

CRACK!

Then silence.

The masked man looked at the bloodied mess and chuckled. His small giggle turning into a full blown laughter as he tried to suppress it.

Damon grabbed a sharpie from his back pocket and scribbled on Jupiter's mangled body. His back, which is still somehow smooth, now contained your nickname and Damon's.

He's doing the compatibility test again.

"Soulmates! Oh my god!" Damon screamed in happiness. "Finally! Oh this is great! I shouldn't have doubted the test!"

Damon danced around Jupiter's body like he's not dead. Then, he kicked Jupiter's body. And kicked it. And kicked it. And kicked it more.

"Tch. You think you can smile at my soulmate like that? Think again buckaroo." Damon whispered, dropping his himbo jock persona.

This man had a sharp, intelligent look in his eyes. One that does not hold innocent curiosity, only a morbid bloodthirst.

This was the real Damon.

"Fuck. This dumb himbo persona is fucking me up. All I could do is put all my frustrations on sports." Damon spat out and kicked Jupiter's body towards his expensive truck. "I'm sick and tired of being labeled like that."

Then, he remembered your face. How he caught you staring at him with fondness as he acted dumb and cute.

He shivered.

"Maybe I'll continue to do this persona. Fuck. If only my parents would leave me be after that incident, then I won't have to do this."

Once Damon placed Jupiter's body on his truck, he started to clean the field with ease.

This wasn't his first kill after all.

He's always been twisted since he's a kid. But was forced to hide it due to his parents finding out he killed his cat with his own two hands with a smile on his face.

A trip to rehab, and he adopted this persona.

He slammed his truck close and drove away, humming and thanking that the University security cameras are broken.

He would kill more if necessary.

He's not afraid to dirty his hands. If ever, he loved it.

He looked at a picture of you and him in his dashboard. The picture was you smiling widely to the camera with a blushing Damon on the side, a test paper raised. It had full marks.

He kissed his finger and placed that finger on your lips.

"My soulmate~"

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

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chrissturniolosbitch · 5 months

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Lacrosse

a/n- this contains smut (ofc because i love smutty smuts), thats literally it...

also can yall send in annon shit? like literally annything idc... i just wanna read shit yall have to say😘

summary- matt loses his lacrosse game, and fucks the braincells outta you.. (jk not that serious) (i wish doee)

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I was sitting in the stands watching my boyfriends lacross game. We were losing againt the worst team, 0-4. "Shit cmon matthew" I said wispering. I knew matt would be mad if he lost considering this is his last game of senior year.

*BUZZ* it was the end of the game we had lost, 2-6. That was a major loss for matt, "i should..." before i could finish my sentence madi did, "go." I got up and ran down to the locker room waiting for matt to come out. I was waiting patiently for about 3 minutes before matt came out, "Hey baby." I said disappointed. He didnt say anything back he just grabbed my hand a pulled me with him.

When we got to the car, matt opened the door for me. I could feel his eyes staring at my body while i climbed into the passenger seat. When matt drove me home he usually went slow for my safty, but today he went fast. Still keeping me safe but i was still a little scared

When we arived home matt opened the passenger door for me, and held my hand as i came out. When i went to the front door to unlock it, suddenly matt came up beside me and turned me so i was pinned against the door, "You better be ready" matt stated angrily but calmly, "for what matt? Are you okay?" I said knowing exactly what he wanted, "Y/n... you know what i want. What i need" He said making me more, and more wetter every second. I giggled softly not allowing matt to see my smile as i unlocked the door and ran upstairs.

Matt entered the room as soon as i did, "hands and knees now" he said demanding you of this action I stripped naked (matt following) and got on all fours, turned away from him, but staring back at him. he suddenly sent a pinging slap to my bare ass before running a finger through my folds. This action caused an almost pornographic moan to leave my mouth that was definitely audible to his brothers just upstairs. as he placed his back to mine. he placed his hand over my mouth. "no more noise from you. don't want anyone hearing you." he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He then started kissing light feather like kisses down my spine until my ass which he slapped again. suddenly i felt the tip of his cock playing with my folds. making its way up and down driving me insane. "please matt" i said rubbing my thighs together to get some friction, "please what baby?" Matt said tilting his head knowing exactly what he was doing to me, "please fuck me already" with the tick of approval he slipped his massive cock into my sopping hole causing my legs to almost give out. he wrapped an arm around my stomach lowering his upper body to mine as he menacingly fucked me at a pace seemingly inhumane. as he continued he pulled his arm away from my upper body up to continue and started toying with my clit. I rapidly started feeling the all too well build up towards my release. "i'm almost there baby. don't stop" As soon as those words left my mouth he pulled out of me causing me to let a few tears slid down my face. I was about to ask him why he stopped when suddenly he flipped us over, "Show me how good you can ride me baby" Matt said gripping my boobs, i took his dick to my entrance and slipped myself down still close to my high. My legs were shaking horribly but i still bounced up, and down on his massive dick, "please matt im so close" I said reaching my climax, "go ahead baby cum on my cock" After he said that i started shaking, matt grabbed my hips thrusting me up and down, a few second later matt filled me up with his babies, coating the inside of me white.

As he slowly pulled out of me, I collapsed onto his chest, the mixture that had been created oozing out of me as he licked it up from

my now sensitive pussy, making me whine in response. he then laid next to me, caressing my waist, "you should loss lacross games more often" I said giggling as matt pulled my in for a sweet, and soft kiss, "if it means i can fuck you like that then hell yea." Matt said laughing as we drifted off to sleep cuddling naked together

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you alr know matt loves doggie style😍

(legs are open matty (im a chris girl yall))

-mell 🪐

#🪐#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #Spotify

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dumbass-duo-showdown · 2 days

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DUMBASS DUO SHOWDOWN ROUND 3 BATTLE 2

JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA & OKUYASU NIJIMURA (JOSUYASU) FROM JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE VS SOKKA AND AANG FROM AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

PROPAGANDA

JOSUYASU

JOSUYASU PROPAGANDA

Josuke is fairly decent, but okuyasu, you know how in math, if you multiply a negative number with a positive one it is always negative, that is josuyasu for you. Josuke has 6 braincells and Okuyasu has -6734. Their first meeting was okuyasu trying to kill josuke, then he shows up at his house a few days later and goes "hey lets go to school! btw your mom is hot!" Josuke punches a plate of spaghetti because he thinks the chef is evil, they both fight a middle schooler who stole their cash. Okuyasu got the third most op ability in his part but he is too stupid (and kind) to realize it. Somehow they survive their entire part. They are thus far the second jojo and jobro duo to not lose each other. the second one? THEM IN AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE! (okay but okuyasu is swapped for koichi in that one, but still).

Josuke normally is pretty smart, but somewhat silly, but Okuyasu. Isn’t incredibly bright but he’s the best jojo character idc. Okuyasu brings out josukes stupid and then they are just besties and totally bouncing off each other’s stupid ideas. Idk what Okuyasu does to josukes brain but I’m here for it

I saw the post title and without reading anything else immediately went to submit them, only to go back and read the full post and realize they were included by default. They are THE dumbass duo. Ever. The worst protagonists for a detective story, but they dumbassed around so hard they somehow caught a genius serial killer. No matter who wins, they’ll always be the number 1 dumbasses in my heart.

they are the best of friends, which of course means they met by trying to kill each other.

They’re both so stupid. Like josuke isn’t that stupid on his own but he’s kinda dumb and when you put him with dumbass incarnate okuyasu they multiply each others’ stupidness. Together they are a menace.

JOSUKE AND OKUYASU FOR THE WIN BECAUSE THEY SPEND AN ENTIRE DAY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHETHER OR NOT A RANDOM ITALIAN WAS EVIL BECAUSE HIS PASTA WAS TOO GOOD

Okuyasu and Josuke share a braincell and they lose that braincell at least 5 times a day

The majority of Diamond is Unbreakable is those two getting themselves and their friends into absurd situations. There's no way the sportsboys can compete with discovering aliens are (maybe???) real and immediately trying to use the alien(??) to cheat at dice. Then they burned down someone's house

#josuyasu are DUmbass Incorporated and i love them#its literally canon that okuyasu has one of The Most Powerful Abilities In The Entire JJBA Universe#but is too dumb and good natured to put it to world ending use

this gif

GIF by hellzfire

Aang & Sokka

They are both very intelligent individually, but when put together they lose all of their braincells

they are very intelligent in their own right but loose all their braincells together

independently they are very intelligent and creative. aang is an incredible diplomat and quick on his feet. sokka is a literal inventor and war strategist. leave them alone in a room together and they get so into the bit that they end up giving each other minor head injuries or write a fake letter that they sign with a blind girl's name. they also attempt to sneak a lemur into a royal banquet under aang's hat.

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bl-bracket · 1 year

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Round 3: Kim (Kinnporsche: The Series) vs Rain (Love in the Air)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Kim: "He’s a feral cat with the most pathetic tendencies. Kills a bunch of people and then starts crying looking at the polaroids he and his ex took together (his ex that he broke up with). Falls for Chay so hard it makes him look stupid. If Chay had called him something like babygirl or princess during the series I think that would have broken the last straw for Kim and he would have forgotten all about the mafia and dedicate his life to being Chay’s boyfriend."

Rain: "I mean Look At Him. Babygirl coded as hell. Big ol 🥺🥺 eyes, not a thought behind them, bouncing along with his silly happy grin (and mad little pout when he gets teased), kicks his kidnapper in front of mafia guys but also calls his man Daddy to get out of doing reading, called a stranger handsome and then thought about that stranger for weeks, getting called “cute boy” made him so overwhelmed he had to crouch into a ball where he stood, it continues but what more do you want? Him to have to work and use his one braincell for more than horny plans? Ridiculous. Rain is physically a twink but mentally an orange cat with its head stuck in a bucket, but he’s getting through by being cute and fierce 😠🥺. He’s a self aware Babygirl and he’s Living for it, both arms wrapped around his boyfriend’s bicep (or hand gripping the back of his boyfriend’s neck)"

#bl bracket #bl drama #bl shows #round 3 #kim #kim theerapanyakul #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #rain #rain love in the air #rain lita #love in the air #lita #babygirl

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luxlightly · 5 months

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Roommate's cat, Hookshot, would be generously described as "dim" and more accurately described as "having one singular piece of lint bouncing gently around the cavity of his skull where his brain might have been were he an average cat"

He loves to explore but hates not being able to see his beloved father, but he can't seem to understand that leaving the room that Jordan is in will make him be in a different room than him. So he confidently makes his way to the other side of the apartment and promptly begins screaming upon discovering that somehow his beloved father has disappeared from his sight.

That being said he devotes that entire singular stand in braincell to being a perfect little kitty. And, for some reason, he has a very good sense of when people are sick or hurting.

When his owner, Jordan, visited us for the first time, with him, he was totally wiped from the 6 hour car ride and crashed on the couch for hours. Hookshot just sat on the couch, nearly unmoving, for the whole time.

Since I lay down last night in bed, Hookshot has been at the foot of the bed, in a totally different room than his father or where he normally sleeps, just keeping close to me.

He traded all his brains for more love and I love him so much

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ratgingi · 1 year

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literally all of jacksons friends are like. infinitely cooler looking than he is. anyway rejoice !!!!!!!!!! exie be upon ye

exie is usually pretty nice up until she isnt, as shes got a bit of a short fuse and her emotions change up very easily, sometimes bouncing around even within the same conversation

she is the other worker at the arcade, she's meetable in chapter one and assumes that the player is a cosplayer/something similar and compliments them on their 'costume making skills'

she was going to be dateable at one point !!!!!!!!! but doesnt actually have anything she needs help with in life really. shes pretty happy with where she is

she used to be pretty self conscious about her physical appearance (being pretty tall + thin + lanky) and occasionally will struggle with it some but for the most part she trained herself into better thinking habits by faking way over the top confidence, she still uses it nowadays as a means to make others laugh/lighten moods and boost herself as well

shes very careful about her box, she HAS to keep it plugged into her head at all times as it sends signals to her brain that keep her heart pumping + lungs breathing + etc etc, shes lived with it ever since she was a little kid and if she becomes unplugged for more than a minute or so she'll die, she refers to it as being on 'life support'

she has a group of friends she keeps in contact with online that live a couple states away, and sort of remain her main friend group aside from her coworkers

likes to jokingly jab at her friends with silly / nonsensical remarks (think 'your mama so crumb strong ants took her away forever' and "L + ratio" type shit)

while very intelligent when it comes to computers (which are her special interest), she doesnt have much of a braincell elsewhere, at least not when directly interacting with other people, since she mostly just wants to act silly while with others

she spent a lot of time bedbound while younger and thanks to that had a lot of time on her hands, which she put towards messing with computers and code

the wedding ring she wears was something a dude traded her for a quarter so that he could play air hockey. she tells people it belongs to her long lost lover. also, the only thing she keeps in the fanny pack is a pen she stole from an ex coworker before he got fired

she usually has her screen displaying some sort of aesthetic-ish screensaver, but she also likes using it to display reaction memes when she gets the opportunity

she has a last name but shed sooner unplug her box than tell you what it is. she knows she could change it if she really wanted but part of her finds it too funny to let go of

this is her main/causal outfit, however shed probably never be seen in it in game, as you only ever really meet her in the arcade in her uniform currently

#dialtown #dialtown oc #jack dlc #dlc wiki #hobos creations #YES her design is like. super over the top. its intentional #ill be reblogging her tomorrow some probably . all of u have to see her

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boogernotbogger · 1 year

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To set a person

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x female reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Miya Atsumu gets the brilliant idea to set you like you are a volleyball. Trouble ensues.

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Miya Atsumu is a volleyball player. Miya Atsumu loves setting. Miya Atsumu loves you. But that said, Miya Atsumu has now realised that it was probably not the best idea to combine the two things he loves the most in the world.

Don’t get him wrong, he enjoys randomly passing the ball back and forth with you, while you both unwind after a hectic day at work. He enjoys making you jump about, ensuring that you always get a nice easy set from him. He enjoys having endless conversations with you about his sport, discussing strategies, analysing plays, watching matches, and everything in between. He loves it when you watch him play.

What he doesn’t love is waiting for you outside a hospital room, sick with worry about your broken finger, and afraid of whatever wrath he is going to be subjected to, once you’re out. After all, it was not your idea for him to toss you like you’re a 67cm 280gm yellow and blue ball of Mikasa goodness.

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It starts off innocently enough. You are sitting at Onigiri Miya, doing homework, after a long day at college. Your shift just ended and you are waiting for Osamu to finish closing up and join you. This is your daily routine- college, work, homework, chats with Osamu, and then, his idiot twin would walk in, loudly complaining about his ever-hungry stomach, and then the room would light up and you could finally relax before going to your shared home together.

Today is no different. Tsumu saunters in a bit later than usual, but with the same monstrous appetite as always. He dumps his sports bag on the counter, kisses you on the forehead, flicks his twin and shop owner on his forehead, gets kicked in return, makes a show of being in agonising pain, and then scarfs his food down like he hasn’t been fed in the last two weeks. You just sigh in bliss at your choice of a perfect partner.

Once he has sufficiently attacked his food, the three of you start trading stories about your day. It has been a perfectly normal day, college was fun, your friends had juicy gossip to share, you’d met your favourite regulars at the shop, homework was easily completed, and both twins were in high spirits. Then Tsumu starts to talk. And it is at this point that Tsumu starts talking about Shoyo.

Now, everyone knows that Miya Atsumu is a little bit in love with Hinata Shoyo. The entire world is in love with Shoyo, even players from Brazil and Argentina, university students from the US, and somehow, a chocolatier from France. But even so, the way your boyfriend is talking about Hinata tonight is different. He is reverent. Awed. Mesmerised. You can see the stars in his eyes as he speaks about his favourite spiker (“Yes Samu, shut up, Sho kun has finally surpassed you and you can rot in your jealousy.” “I don’t even care about your favourite spiker, you scrub”).

“And you would not believe what Sho and Bo did today!” You perk up, noticing the increased vigour in his voice. And sure enough, his eyes are sparkling, and he has that childish excitement all over his face, that generally makes him more endearing and at the same time, increases everyone’s heart rate, from anxiety. Not to mention, if Atsumu endorsed something done by Hinata and Bokuto, the two people who had one single unicellular volleyball bouncing around in their heads for brains, then there would be chaos, to put it mildly.

“Even Omi Omi was impressed!”

Osamu and you exchange alarmed glances.

There would be chaos involving hospitals at best, and arson at worst. All centred around volleyball, of course. No player in the Japanese V-league has the braincells for anything outside volleyball.

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Atsumu looks up as you walk out of the Radiology room with your x-ray negatives. “A fairly clean break, but it’ll still take forever to heal,” you mutter, as you lead him back to Orthopaedics for setting your pinky back in place.

“And it hurts like a bitch.”

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“And then Sho kun jumped higher than he ever has for any of my sets! I really should talk to him about that, if his contact point is higher, he’ll probably even be able to intimidate that 2 metre dude from the Railway Warriors. I mean, that dude’s absolute audacity! He looks at Shoyo like he’s just a friend from school and not some intimidating-ass opponent to be feared. Just because Sho taught him….”

He finally shuts up, being cut off by a smack to the head with the dirty countertop-wiper, courtesy of his loving twin.

“Anyway, Sho kun soared and Bokkun had his arms outstretched in perfect form for receiving and Sho somehow managed to curl his legs inwards, so he managed to bounce straight out of Bo’s receive and into Omi’s waiting arms. And it was such a perfect receive! Sure, Bo could have bumped Sho slightly higher, but he was still high enough to be set. They refused to let me set him though. Omi caught him in a perfect bridal carry, and walked out with him, and looked at me like I was the non-existent dirt under his shoes and said with enough disgust to make weaker men cower, ‘Get your grubby hands away from our points-machine, Miya. You’ll just send him to the emergency room trying to pull off one of your fancy sets.’ Again, the audacity. But oh man, I want to try setting a person. I’m sure I can do it. I mean, I do lift weights and I am a setter after all, and if Bokuto can do it, so can I…”

His voice trails off as he gets lost in his fantasies, and you turn towards Osamu, only to see that he’s trying to suppress his giggles, slowly backing out of the room so as to avoid whatever is to come.

He isn’t quick enough.

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“And that would be all. If you follow the aftercare instructions diligently, you’ll be fine in no time. And just to reiterate, do avoid taking more painkillers than necessary.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” With that, you get up, taking your prescriptions in your right hand, tenderly clutching your wrapped up left, to your chest. Your boyfriend murmurs his thanks too, as he follows you out of the room. You buy the prescribed medicines, and make your way to his car.

“Uuwwwahhhh y/n san, are you ok now? I got you chocolates to make you feel better. I was gonna get you a video of myself being received so you know how to position your body better, but Omi san said that it may make you more upset.” “And I was correct. Can you not see her pain?”

“Hey hey hey y/n! How did it feel to be set by the hottest setter in the V-league?” “Kageyama is the hottest setter Bokuto san!” “Then she can ask Kageyama to set her next time” “Again, can’t you two dumbheads see her pain?”

Next time?

Atsumu intervenes, having noticed your anger about to burst. “Hey guys, we appreciate your presence, but we really have to go home now. Y/n has to rest. We can talk tomorrow?”

The three nod, and you nod back to Sakusa, since he was the only one being (somewhat) considerate of your pain, as you climb into Tsumu’s car, all set for a long night of pain, apologies, more pain, and more apologies. You can hear the dumbass duo noising around outside, but you just lean your head back, text Osamu that you’re alright, and try to get some sleep. The air is thick with tension as your boyfriend drives you both back home.

~~~

Osamu refuses to “receive” you and send you to the setter, so Atsumu decides that it’s best for you to jump off a table and curl up into the cannonball position, so that he can “set” you directly. Osamu is responsible for catching you. Both of you protest, and of course, all protests go unheard and Samu gives up, knowing it’s easier to go along with his twin’s hare-brained ideas than to resist.

Secretly though, you know Samu is also a curious little shit who wants to see how well one of the best setters in the nation can set a person.

“If anything goes wrong, and that includes so much as my clothes getting dirty, if anything goes wrong Tsumu, you can consider yourself girlfriendless for life.”

He gulps at the very real threat in your tone, but undeterred, just says, “Nothing will go wrong, I promise. I am an expert.”

Samu and you just sigh, and Atsumu goes to adjust the camera as all of you get in position.

And before you know it, you are jumping off the picnic table as high as you can. Just as you squeeze your eyes shut, you see Miya Atsumu crouch down the way he does for particularly low passes, into the position that makes his thighs bulge and girls swoon. You feel his confident hands touch you firmly for a moment, and then you are tossed up, higher than you jumped before, and your eyes fly open to the sound of his delighted laugh.

The world is a blur as Osamu positions himself under you, and that’s when the panic hits. You flail, he slips, the world seems to slide around as you drag him down with you. You bring your hands under you to support yourself, and hear a sickening crunch as you land entangled with Osamu’s legs.

For a moment you just breathe, gladly noting that you are on the ground in the mortal plane, and not dead. And then the pain hits.

All that leaves your mouth is a whimper as your entire body turns its attention to the pinky finger on your left hand. It is bent at an unnatural angle, probably from having two grown-ass adults fall on it. You nearly throw up when you see something white covered with blood poking out at the bend.

An open fracture, your brain notes, while your breaths start coming out faster and faster, trying to keep up with the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, and the pain radiating from your finger into your whole hand.

There are voices babbling around you, and hands fluttering around in the periphery of your vision, and you vaguely register apologies. But your world is narrowed down to the bone peeking out of your finger, and you feel yourself start gasping for breath, each laboured breath choking on a sob. And then suddenly, familiar hands are taking yours in them, ignoring your scream, and your finger is loosely covered with white gauze, effectively blocking the gory spectacle. You notice that Tsumu’s hands are shaking as he holds up a water bottle to your lips.

An ice pack is pressed into your left hand and you hiss, but it immediately numbs the pain and you look up to see Osamu standing with another ice pack and your packed college bag, keys ready in hand. “Atsumu will drive you to the emergency room, it is faster than calling an ambulance. I was not hurt. I really am so, so sorry for dropping you, but we can talk later when you’re not in excruciating pain. Y/n, look at me. Focus. Does anything else hurt? Did you twist anything? Are you feeling dizzy or numb anywhere?”

You shake your head no, and Atsumu lets out a sigh. Your head whips towards him, and he avoids your gaze as he helps you up and into his car, strapping you into the passenger seat. The brothers discuss something more, and then you’re off into the night, your muted whimpers the only sound between you. His drives with one hand, his free hand clutching your uninjured one in a death grip.

~~~

“So, how bad does it hurt?”

It’s the first non-essential sentence exchanged between you two since you jumped off that damn cursed table. You consider just ignoring the question as your expression speaks for itself, but there is a tremble in his usually arrogant voice, and it sounds like he is on the verge of tears himself.

You turn towards him and sigh, and take his hand in yours again, and his eyes widen before he firmly fixes them to the road.

“Much less than earlier, it definitely helps that I can’t see the bone poking out anymore. Oh, and the painkillers definitely work. It is just a throb in the background for now, but it’ll get worse later.”

“Huh uh. You’re attending classes tomorrow? I can take the day off to give you company if you don’t.”

You sigh again. You notice that you’ve been sighing a lot today. You affirm that you will go to college because of “the damn attendance policy”. He hums in response and the silence resumes as you see your apartment complex around the corner. He parks the car.

“Since you are still holding my hand, does this mean that I will not be girlfriendless yet?”

He sees you narrow your eyes and adds hastily, “And honestly, technically, if one were to be very precise, one would say that Osamu would have caught the uhh, the tossee, beautifully had the tossee not panicked. Technically. In fact, technically, one would say that it was not even the setter’s fault, since his set was perfect. It was the, uh, the tossee who unnecessarily flailed about and caused him to lose balance. Technically only. I mean, I am not accusing you or anything of course. You are perfect. A Goddess. The best. Even as a ball, you are the best thing I have ever tossed. Truly. It was my fault. Totally.”

His voice trails off as your expression turns more incredulous with each word leaving his mouth, and he shuts himself up. He has the look of a man awaiting his death sentence. His usually perfectly-styled hair is mussed from all the times he has run his hands through it. His lips look like they are one bite away from bleeding. He’s wringing his hands, a nervous gesture you have never seen him make. His eyes look like they are going to spring tears any second, and his nose is twitching in anticipation of the tears.

You just sigh again and hold your arms open for a hug, and he collapses into you, threatening to take you down again as he sobs against your neck.

“I got so scared, y/n! I thought I had killed you! I know that I had no right being scared, since it was my idea in the first place and you were the one about to die, but I was so scared I couldn’t move. This was even worse than the time Samu dislocated his thumb trying to spike the shut bucket of balls I had set for him, and back then he had threatened to tell Ma about it.”

Before you have a chance to ask about that incident, he squeezes you tighter, musses your hair, and pulls back to look at you. His eyes are red and his nose is running and you can feel the wet patch against your neck. He holds your shoulders with both hands, and vows, “Never again y/n. Never again.” He takes your hand in his and leads you upstairs to your flat, as you finally give a small smile at the hard part of the night finally getting over.

~~~

“You thought the hard part of the night is over? Well, the hard part is just getting started,” he says, waggling his eyebrows as he shimmies out of his shorts, his glorious thighs on display. You groan at the terrible pun, but have no one to blame but yourself. After all, it was your idea to destress by having sex, and sex usually was accompanied by your ridiculous boyfriend’s ridiculous innuendoes.

“Nah ah, none of that,” is all the warning you get as he quite literally sweeps you off your feet and gently places you on the centre of the bed. Very slowly, he starts undressing you leaving kisses every time he exposes a new part of your body. Once he takes off your bra, he cups your breasts with a gleeful expression and you think of the time he likened them to “two small volleyballs I can smack around”. Before you bring up that incident, he turns his attention to your left hand, leaves a soft kiss on your palm, and carefully places it next to your head on the pillow. “Don’t wanna accidentally jostle it,” he explains.

He continues undressing you, one hand tracing your chest, circling your nipple. It slowly wanders down your ribs, counting each one to reach your belly, where he keeps it flat to hold you in place as you lift your hips up for him to remove your pants.

He slides off your jeans and your panties in one smooth motion, and nuzzles his face to your pelvis, leaving wet kisses from your navel to your thighs, and you wriggle impatiently in bed, wanting him to just stop treating you like a fragile piece of glass.

You bury your free right hand in his hair, and guide his face where you want it, right in between your thighs. He grins up at you and places one wet kiss on your clit, and you shiver at the heat that pass through your entire body. You stroke his face and he leans into your touch, before he pulls back and slowly inserts a finger inside you. His left hand comes up to hold your hand.

His index finger leisurely explores inside you, and soon he inserts another, now trying to stretch you out in earnest. His lips are steadily making their way down your labia and he tentatively licks a stripe along your perinium before he changes directions and attacks your thighs. His fingers find your g-spot and press, while his teeth nibble on the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. You squeeze his hand from the shock of pleasure that travels along your spine and moan something that sounds like his name. Satisfied, he leans back to admire his artwork, and you see a dark red bruise already starting to form.

Before you can complain about him going too slowly, he comes back up to kiss you, tongue dancing with your own, and inserts a third finger inside, now in a hurry to stretch you open. You smack his hand out of the way and finish the job yourself, giving him time to shrug off his clothes.

“C’mon Tsum, hurry up, I’m ready,” you pant, as he takes out a condom and lube from the drawer next to the bed. He hastily unrolls the condom along his length, and you take a moment to marvel at him, before you’re moving up to sit in front of his cock.

Not breaking eye contact with your boyfriend, you take his cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out to take in as much as you can. Your right hand comes up to stroke along whatever you can’t fit in, and he gasps, his big, beautiful thighs quivering with each sensation passing through him. His hands are holding your waist to steady you, and he whines when you pull off him.

You smirk, and move to sit on his lap, and he gets the memo. He lifts you up, as you guide your sopping wet pussy down on his cock, and both of you moan as he fills you up. You pause for a second to kiss, and then jiggle your hips, indicating that you want to move. He keeps a hand on your waist to support you, the other splayed across your back, as you set an energetic pace. Not breaking the momentum, you lean in for a kiss and he meets you in the middle, fireworks bursting behind your eyes as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Next thing you know, Tsumu is biting your lip as he cums, and that is all the push you need to find your release. He continues stroking along your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you ride the aftershocks, and you slump into him, well and truly spent.

~~~

Afterwards, you find yourself dozing off on his lap, his hands stroking through your hair, as you finally relax after the long day you had today, knowing that tomorrow, Hinata will try to give you tips on how to be a better ball, Bokuto will try to make Atsumu admit that he is better at tossing people, and Sakusa will try to say that he is above them, but will probably give you finger pads or something for the next time you’ll be tossed.

You know that by now half the V-league has the video of Atsumu’s “failed” set, because in his panic at the hospital, instead of asking his teammates for help, he sent them the video.

You also know that at some point during the next few days, more volleyball freaks will try to set you, because you are the first person dumb enough to agree to being set. And each person will promise to do a better job than Tsumu; never mind that his set was perfect, and it was you that flailed about.

#Miya Atsumu #miya osamu #hinata shoyo #bokuto kotaro #sakusa kiyoomi #msby four #msby shenanigans #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu smut

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enbyjjunie · 9 months

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[01:38]

afab!reader

the party had, safe to say, evolved into chaos. it had been one of the pi kappa alpha's famous back-on-campus ragers and mingi and san were more hyped than usual, officially not being seen as the pledges anymore, living their new frat lives to the fullest. well, almost. they had been drinking but not gotten drunk yet, bouncing off the walls, when you, the hottest person they'd ever seen outside of their computer screens, walked past them, going to the stairs. their jaws dropped and they followed like small puppies after you, stopping at the foot of the stairs as you were a few steps above them. you looked back at them with seductive eyes and smirked, before walking further up the stairs. they saw you go into one of the bedrooms and they looked at each other, thoughts seemingly sharing the exact same braincell.

you didn't talk much, not that they minded, but they couldn't stop talking, and from the way you reacted, you liked that they didn't direct any actual words towards you. "bro, they're so fucking light, we could probably fuck them standing up if we wanted." mingi had lifted you as you had started stripping, throwing you on the bed after making a show of curling your body like you were just some inanimate dumbbells at the gym. san wasted no time, jumping on the bed just after mingi had thrown you onto the mattress, getting to work on ripping your clothes off of you, still remembering to make sure you wanted it, like the video shown to all the frathouse had told him to do.

you could hear the party going on downstairs for what must've been hours, but at one point, your brain started to go numb to the sounds around you, effectively having been fucked stupid by the two. they had way more energy than you had anticipated and never stopped to give you a break, switching eagerly between using their mouths, fingers, dicks, going one at a time, both going at the same time, etc.. you even thought you heard the door to the bedroom open at one point, but then san hit just the right spot, yet again, inside your cunt and all worries disappeared from your head. now you had been made to a lowly, cock-dumb, drooling mess on the sheets, barely holding onto your sanity. and the last orgasm ended you, making you pass out on the bed from pure exhaustion, body too tired to keep up with the still-hyper boys. when mingi didn't get a response from slapping your ass like he had before, he stopped in his tracks, leaning down, only to see your eyes closed and drool running down your cheek. he met san's gaze and shrugged.

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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these secrets i keep - rebel (lt. javy “coyote” machado)

a/n: yeah, one too many of you encouraged this so i will not be explaining myself. i’m writing this from Coyote’s perspective and that’s gonna get way more into the heart of things

summary: Coyote’s been keeping a secret from his best friend. a huge one. a potentially friendship-ending one. so, he just won’t tell her. that’s a good plan.

and it would’ve been, had Hangman kept his mouth shut.

these secrets i keep - Coyote

part of same mistakes-verse

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: swearing, mentions of the AIDS epidemic and DADT, someone getting outed because Hangman has two braincells at all times, threats of being outed, references to sex at the end, um everyone agrees Mav and Ice were at least a little gay right?, because I do, listen everyone in Top Gun is a little gay,

word count: 3,352

It was a drizzly January morning, not long after the holidays, when you found out.

A few of your team mates had been over at your house for breakfast, enjoying the rare day off. The rain ruined any real fun the group could have but you loved getting to spend time with them. The crew sat in the living room, while Hangman stood off to the side in the kitchen as you cleaned up. The friendly bickering and rowdiness accompanied your team mates as they argued over Mario Kart and Fanboy’s usage of a blue turtle shell at the last minute. You snorted as you heard a very heated remark come from your boyfriend. Hangman sighed and you glanced at him. “Everything good, Hangman?” He shifted and nodded hesitantly.

"Yeah- you and Javy good? You’re cool with all of this?” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to what Hangman was referring to, as you dried one of the dishes.

“Yeah, we’re good. Don’t know why we wouldn’t be.” The tall blond breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good, I just know he was worried about telling you about us, he was afraid you’d freak out or something.” You paused, taking Hangman in.

“Why would I freak out about- wait, us? Us, as you and Javy? Us as in you and Javy, like as a couple?” Hangman blinked once. Then twice and then frowned.

“Did- did you not know?” You shook your head slightly and he groans, hands reaching up to run over his face and through his hair.

“Fuck, I- I thought he would’ve told you by now. Oh I’ve fucked up.” He groans and you bit your lip. “Oh, this is so bad.” He moans and your heart twists a little.

“You know I don’t care right?” He pauses to look at you. “I don’t care that the two of you are dating. I mean I’d prefer he told me himself but I don’t-” You paused, swallowing as you tried best to figure out how to approach this. This was a conversation you should be having with Coyote, not Hangman, but you could see the worry bouncing around Hangman’s face and you didn't want him to think you weren’t supportive of either of them, however they were choosing to label their sexuality. “I’m cool with it. I mean, I don’t know what he sees in you but it doesn’t bother me that you’re, you know, a guy.” Hangman nods slowly and you see an ounce of relief flash over his face.

“You’ll talk to him about this, yeah? I know he’s freaking out.” You nod and turn back to the dishes, knowing you wouldn’t approach this with Coyote until he came to you when he was ready. If he wasn’t ready to discuss his sexuality or relationship with you, you wouldn’t tell him you knew. Being outed was not cool, and even if Hangman had done it accidentally, you didn’t want to corner your best friend into a position he didn’t want to be in.

It happened slowly, so unnoticeable at first that you weren’t sure it was even happening. Coyote had stopped responding to your messages, a few at a time, and then had stopped coming to group hangouts at the Hard Deck once a week. Next, it was ignoring your calls and your attempts to see him on your days off and invite him over after work. Then he stopped coming to the Hard Deck multiple nights a week and ignored your messages and phone calls entirely. Then, it started bleeding into your work life as he ignored any friendly chatter in the air and in the rec room, trying to stand as far away from you as possible. He ignored any help you tried to offer during training. He stopped making appearances at the Hard Deck entirely and had it not been for the fact that Coyote left his read receipts on, you would’ve thought your number was blocked.

You sighed, tossing the phone on the bed as your text asking if he was joining the team at the Hard Deck was once left again on read. The crew was gathering there, because despite the rain ruining any training that would’ve gotten done today, there was a week-long pool competition going on between the lot of you and you were not passing up the opportunity to finish it out. Everyone had money on the line so it was agreed upon that you’d all still go there tonight. Rooster chuckled softly as the phone bounced on the bed as you pulled the sleeves of Rooster’s UVA sweatshirt down to wipe at your eyes.

“Hey, what did the phone do to you?” He asks and you shoot him a look. He frowned, biting his lip. “Coyote still not talking to you?” You shook your head and Rooster grabbed your waist to sit down on the bed with him. You hadn’t told Rooster what Hangman had revealed, not wanting to out your friend.

“I don’t even know what I did.” You whispered as your boyfriend ran a hand through your wet hair, untangling some of it, as you had just gotten out of the shower. “I just want my best friend back.” His frown deepens as he looks on.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” He whispers and you shrug.

“Not much you can do.” He sighs.

“Hey, why don’t you get changed and we can go get food before going to the Hard Deck? On me.” You shake your head.

“No, it’s fine. You can go ahead without me. I need a minute.” He takes a deep breath.

“You sure?” You nod, pulling yourself off his lap.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He nodded and followed you downstairs, pausing by the front door.

“I’ll see you at the Hard Deck, okay? Call me if you need anything.” You nod and he kisses your cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” He presses one more kiss to your lips and then leaves the house, front door shutting gently behind him. You sigh, moving to the kitchen to load the dishwasher. Your Dad spent most nights at Penny’s nowadays and you both were terrible at keeping up with dishes when working. It would be a good distraction anyways. Your phoned dinged as you reached the kitchen and you glanced at it, expecting it to be a sweet text from your boyfriend or a silly meme meant to cheer you up.

Bagman the annoying

Hey, are you home?

We gotta talk.

You sucked in a deep breath as you unlocked your phone.

Yeah I’m home.

Come on by.

Front door’s unlocked, per usual.

He sent a thumbs up emoji and you sighed, setting the phone down on the table as you paced nervously. You looked up at the clock, watching the minutes tick by as you bit your fingernail. You jumped every time a car drove by or when your phone dinged. Payback sending the night’s pool games to the groupchat, Bradley sending you a meme, Dad asking if you wanted to get coffee on the way to work tomorrow...

Finally, the front door opened and you heard Hangman’s voice call out for you. You grabbed a leftover bowl on the counter, trying to make it look like you were actually doing something instead of standing there twiddling your thumbs as your anxiety consumed you. “Kitchen.” You called back and the door opened, revealing Hangman and a very upset Coyote, who was being dragged along by Hangman’s tight grip on his wrist. You were almost positive that Coyote would’ve bolted the minute Hangman let it go. Hangman shuffled around and pushed Coyote gently into a chair at the table.

“Sit down.” He said to him and you looked on, setting the bowl you had grabbed into the sink, adding to the pile of dishes. Hangman sighed and then shifted, looking around the kitchen nervously. “Mav here?”

You shook your head. “Penny’s.” He nodded slowly as you watched Coyote’s eyes burn a hole into the table like it had personally offended him.

“Right well, let’s talk about this then.” He said, straightening up and you glanced at him.

“What are we talking about exactly?” You asked, eyes not leaving Coyote who was pointedly refusing to look at you.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that Coyote’s been ignoring you.” You nodded.

“Yeah, wasn’t sure why.”

“Well, I know why. You never brought up what I told you that day, about us, and Javy freaked out.” You waved a hand.

“We didn’t need to have a discussion about it.”

“Well, why not?” Hangman presses.

“Because-”

“-Because she hates me for who am I and who I’m dating and the friendship is over.” Javy stated, his voice rising with every word and you startled.

“Because it doesn’t bother me and I was waiting for you to come to me because it’s not my sexuality and relationship and I wasn’t going to force you to have a conversation you didn’t want to have or weren’t ready to have.” Coyote finally looked up at you. “Javy, you’re family, you really think that I’d-?” Your voice caught in your throat as you brushed away a few tears. He stared at you as you swallowed back your tears. “Hangman, why don’t you go on ahead to the Hard Deck. We’ll meet you over there.”

He hesitates. “I don’t know-”

“It’s not up for discussion.” You state and Hangman glances at Coyote.

“Okay, okay. I’m going. Just-” You raise your eyebrows and he swallows. Had circumstances been different, you probably would’ve man fun of the usually clam and collected blond to be so visibly nervous. “Yeah, okay I’m going. Okay, see you later.” He hesitates and then presses a quick kiss to Coyote’s cheek. They both glance at you and then Hangman’s leaving the kitchen. You wait until you hear the front door shut and watch his car drive away from the kitchen window and before turning back to Coyote, who’s back to staring at the table. You sigh and take a seat across from him.

“Javy.” You state. “Look at me.” He swallows and raises his head to meet your look. “We need to talk about this because this is not worth ruining our friendship over.”

“Really, it’s fine-”

“No, it’s not. Javy, I was waiting for you to come to me about it. It’s not my sexuality or my relationship and I wanted you to have freedom over when it got discussed and to what extent. I didn’t know if you had a label or were just casually hooking up with him or what was going on and I wasn’t going to press it. If you want to discuss this, we can but if you want me to pretend like I know nothing at all I can do that too. I haven’t repeated what was said to anyone else and no one else will find out about it if you’re not ready for it. Because at the end of the day, this is your sexuality and your relationship and you get to make the call on how you’re defining it and who you’re discussing it with and I’m never going to force you to talk about it. It changes nothing, nothing at all. You’re still my best friend, you’re always going to be, no matter if you’re dating a man or a woman or anyone else. I don’t care, so long as you’re happy at the end of the day. You do know that right?” He sniffed and your heart further twisted. You stood up, moving to his chair. “I’m going to give you a hug now.” You whisper and he nods. You lean over to give him a hug as you kick a chair over with your foot. You let him go and scoot it close as pull your legs up into a criss-crossed position so your knees are touching his and take his hand. “I’m sorry if I didn’t make it clear I was a safe person to tell this to.” You whisper and he shakes his head.

“No, I know-” He swallows. “I knew you were going to be fine with it, rationally, but I just- we’ve never discussed this before and I didn’t- you were raised in a military family, your Dad and Admiral godfather were around during the height of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell and you and I both know things haven’t really changed all that much, even if the Navy says otherwise and I just- I panicked.” He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Disregarding the fact that Rooster and I’ve got theories about what good ol’ Mav and Ice were up to during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell-” Coyote raised his eyebrows. “-it wouldn’t have mattered. I’ve never bought into that stuff. Not once.” He nods slowly, blinking tears out of his eyes. “What do you want from me here? Do you want to talk about it? Because I have questions but you don’t have to answer them if you don’t want to and you don’t have to answer them right now if this is too much.” He shook his head.

“No, I want talk about it and I want to hear any questions you have.” He looks over to you and you nod.

“Okay, then we’re sitting on the couch because I hate these chairs.” He laughs softly and follows you out to the living room. “I’m serious, we’ve had them since I was like 3 and Dad refuses to get new ones.” You say, sitting down on the couch. He sits down next to you and you look at him. “Okay, so. How long have you and Hangman been dating?” He shrugs.

“November-ish?”

You nodded. “Well, that explains Christmas.” He nods.

“We’ve technically been hooking up since the g-loc incident.” Your eyes widen.

“Dude, that was almost a year ago.” He shrugs.

“It was just a casual thing at first, but not really, and we’ve been official since November but-”

“It’s been going on a lot longer.” You finish, looking at him. He nods, confirming the statement. “Oh God, so all those times I teased you-” You groaned, putting your head into your hands. “Sorry about being an ass. It was less, ‘you’re dating a guy’ and more ‘it’s Hangman’.” He shook his head.

“Never thought it was about that. I know how you feel about Jake. And you didn’t know and it wasn’t like you were wrong so...”

You sighed, mentally kicking yourself for bringing up the morning you had found them cuddling in the guest room after a movie night to the team. “I deserve an award for Worst Friend of the Year for that.”

“(Y/N), no. It’s fine. Don’t beat yourself up for it. Call us even for the time I told you to shut the fuck up on your first day.”

“That’s not even in the realm of being the same thing.”

“Whatever. Next question.” You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

“Please don’t regale me with stories of your sexescapdes but are you at least being safe?” You ask and Coyote glances at you curiously. “My Dad served during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, but also during the AIDS epidemic and he knew guys who- who got sick and I just- you’re being safe right?” He nods.

“Yeah, we’re being safe I promise.” You let out a sigh of relief and you nod.

“Good, good, I just worry.” You sigh. “Do you have a label for yourself?” He nods.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m bisexual.” He whispers, almost as if afraid of saying the words.

“Okay. Who else knows?”

“Just you and Hangman. I’m not ready to tell anyone else. Well- okay, I have something I've gotta own up to.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Okay, I’m all ears.” He sighed and rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“I hooked up with Ghost on more than one occasion.” Your eyes widen. “Venom caught us once and held it over my head until the day he left. He always threatened to go to Thompson and- I didn’t ever want to tell you while you were there because I was afraid you’d do the same, in some sort of fucked up way to get into Thompson’s good graces. Ghost and I were kind of dating and the whole thing—lying to you, hiding, all of it—put a huge strain on us. We ended things a few weeks before I got the Iraq orders.”

“That... explains so much.” You whisper, brain replaying every interaction Coyote and Ghost had had the two years you were there.

“I- I wanted to tell you this time around because Jake and I have been years in the making and I didn’t want to fuck it up again, but I just- I just didn’t know how. I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship because you’re my best friend but I knew if I didn’t tell you, made Jake hide this from you, that I’d lose him and I just- I don’t know, I thought that maybe if I distanced myself from you, that it would suck for a while but you would accept it and it would be better this way, somehow? I thought that maybe if I lost you on my terms it would be better than losing you after hearing that you didn’t accept me for who I am.” He says, taking a shaky breath.

“Javy, no. You never would’ve lost me, not over this, not over anything else. And I never would’ve told you that. That’s not who I am, that’s never what I’ve believed, and it never will be.” He nodded, playing with the string of his sweatshirt.

“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

You shook your head. “Please don’t be, it’s okay.”

“Is it?”

“Javy, yes, I promise.” He sighs and you look at him. “Does he make you happy? Treat you well?” He nods and takes a deep breath.

“He does. He really does.”

“Good. I’ll accept nothing less for my best friend.” He laughs silently.

“Same goes for you. You know if Rooster ever hurts you, I’m ready to fight in your honor.” You snort, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, I know.” You sigh, picking at a loose thread on the couch. “Look, if you did want to talk about it, tell anyone else, I know for a fact Dad and Rooster are both safe people to tell. Phoenix and Bob too.” He nods slowly.

“I’ll think about it.” You sigh, stretching.

“So are we all good?” He nods.

“Thank you for always being the sensible one in the friendship.” You shake your head.

“I don’t know about that one.” He cracks a smile.

“Well, the sensible one lately. Seriously though, thank you for being so cool with all of this. I needed it.” You roll your eyes, pulling him into a hug.

“Javy, shut the fuck up, I don’t give a shit if you’re into men.” He laughs into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you.

“You should’ve started with that. Would’ve saved us a lot of trouble.”

“You’re the one who was ignoring me!” You defend, flicking his forehead as he pulls away.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.” You shrug.

“You’re my best friend and nothing will change that.”

The bell of the Hard Deck rang out as you pushed the door open and the group looked over from the pool table. You waved at Hangman, who was sat at the bar talking to your Dad as you moved to your boyfriend. He gladly returned your hug as the crew turned back to the current game. “Everything cool now?” He whispered, still eyeing Coyote and Hangman, who were eyeing the pair of you. Hangman sent you a thumbs up with a questioning look and you returned it with a smile.

“All good.”

“No one dying?”

“Everybody’s happy and healthy.”

“Figure it out?”

“Mhm.”

“Good, I’m glad. Nobody else puts up with you quite like Machado does.”

“Oh, fuck you Bradshaw.” You groan, pulling away from him.

“I mean, you already do so...”

#javy coyote machado #javy coyote machado fic #javy coyote machado imagines #javy coyote machado fics #javy coyote machado imagine #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fics #same mistakes

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fandom-junk-drawer · 2 years

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found.

Yennefer has no clue how Geralt always ends up getting into odd situations when he's around Jaskier

The Witcher is usually so serious and disciplined, always on guard and watching so he's ready for any threat.

He is usually the responsible one, especially with Ciri.

But for some reason, when he's around Jaskier, Yennefer notices Geralt just kind of ...loses all his braincells.

Losing his braincells is normal for Jaskier, because sometimes Yen is convinced he never had any to begin with.

She wonders what is going on in their heads.

They are just living examples of Why Women Live Longer Than Men

Geralt and Jaskier haved jumped off the roof onto a trampoline. Geralt had been more concerned with the dent he'd put in the side of Roach than with his broken wrist.

They tried to see how many of various food items they could stuff in their mouths.

Run around the house wearing dinosaur masks, and if any mail or food delivery service knocks, they are greeted by two grown men in dinosaur masks, making hissing and roaring sounds.

Drank a big glass of water on an empty stomach so they could wiggle around to hear it slosh.

Tried to slide down the stairs in laundry baskets

Jaskier came home soaking wet because he took his motorcycle through the automated car wash while Geralt recorded it.

All the 'I bet you can't...' games that always ended with minor injuries.

Dared each other to eat random things they found while on hunts or outside, like slime, goo, viscous fluids, pasty goops, bugs, etc.

Made a swimming pool in the livingroom with the two couches and a tarp, filled it with orbeez, and stayed in there all afternoon watching tv and eating pizza rolls. Yennefer had made them find every last orbee after the 'pool' burst and flooded the livingroom thousands of little balls.

Giant Sticky Hand fights

Almost got arrested because Geralt and Lambert had seen Jaskier walking, pulled over, and shoved him into the van. People thought they were witnessing a kidnapping.

Naked Nerf Gun War. It hadn't ended well.

Hover board races in spite of the fact that neither of them had ever been on a hover board.

Have spent an entire day doing the Sprite Challenge. It ended only because Geralt made a sound like a dying humpback whale and they laughed so hard they both vomited.

Made horrifying concotions of various foods and liquids, then had a competition to see was brave enough to drink it.

Tried to epilate their leg hair because "how hard could it be?" The screams... The neighbors had called the police thinking someone was being murdered.

Invited Eskel, Lambert, and Coen over, then sat in a circle, took a mouthful of water and slapped each other in the face with a tortilla. The first one to spit their water out lost.

Made flamethrowers with cans of Yennefer's hairspray and lighters and chased eachother through the house. Yennefer had not been happy.

Spent almost and hour trying to see who could make the loudest, grossest sounding fart noise with their hands or insides of their elbows.

Tried to jump on the bed hard enough to make the other bounce off

Tried to see how many times Geralt could get kicked in the balls before he couldn't get back up.

Streaked down the street in broad daylight, and then couldn't get in the house because Lambert had locked them out.

Have to poke/throw firecrackers/try to burn every wasp, hornet, and ant nest they find. Jaskier's left hand had looked like a Mickey Mouse hand and he couldn't play his guitar for several days after he got stung by a "big a** motherf***ing hornet."

Then there was the time Jaskier somehow convinced Geralt to try on a pair of Yennefer's yoga pants.

How Geralt had even managed to get into them was a mystery. Yennefer had to admit that she was impressed with how well the yoga pants had held up. She couldn't even be mad.

And of course she had taken a picture.

Now every time Geralt calls her, that picture of him pops up on the screen.

And it's not even the full picture of Geralt. It's been cropped down to where it's just Geralt's a** in those gray yoga pants.

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wildkimiko · 1 year

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[ Depot Agents, Pt 1 ]

Did this as a little warm-up yesterday and today before I jump into coms. I'm not a human artist but CSP's new tools make me feel actually competent at drawing people lmfao

I've had hcs for these three rolling around in my head since I started writing Lost and Found last year or so! Believe it or not, but these three basically keep Gear Station running if the twins are out of town (or when Emmet needs to take a mandatory leave of absence because the man's working too hard).

Uh, feel free to use these if you want, idc, just credit me I guess? I'm not the first to have HCs about the depot agents, and I won't be the last. Their personalities just kinda shined when I started writing my fic.

(Similarities to other HCs by other people are coincidental, we just all share a few braincells lmfao)

You can read my HC takes below the cut!

Cameron:

1 of 2 depot agents that's been employed before Ingo and Emmet were made Subway Bosses that was promoted to a Lead

Often doesn't wear his hat because his fro cannot be contained

He doesn't THINK he's great with Pokemon, compared to Isadore and Ramses, but he can DEFINITELY hold his own. He's just far better with being an Engineer, problem solving, and customer service.

Was contemplating quitting until Emmet saw his potential and encouraged him to stay.

Speaking of who, he's great at strategy and logistics, so Emmet likes to use him as a rubber duck to bounce ideas off of him.

Cannot be scary to save his life. A real cinnamon roll. Kids love him.

Ingo prefers that Cameron train new Depot Agents, as he's very good at explaining things and doesn't pressure them into learning things too quickly.

Likes food. He can be easily bribed with sweets.

LOVES gossiping with Jackie. If there's a betting pool for something for whatever reason, he's usually the cause of it because Jackie gave him a great scoop.

(I immediately hc'd him as black because I have a cousin named Cameron lol)

Jackie:

Not actually a cryptid, but likes letting people think that. Her commitment to the bit is VERY strong, including roping Ingo and Emmet into it. The twins appreciate her dedication to her work, but DO encourage her to actually go home after her shift...

She actually has an apartment that's right behind Gear Station. Nobody sees her go home since she takes a back exit out of the station.

Nobody knows how long she's been at Gear Station. She did work there before she transitioned. Coincidentally, that's when the rumors about her being a ghost started...

Is VERY mischievous. Isadore despises that the twins don't seem to do anything about her pranks and behavior (as long as it isn't harming anyone or being disruptive, they don't mind. Ingo at least tries to look serious if he has to scold her; Emmet couldn't do that to save his life)

Furze and Cloud have seen her all of about 3 times since they started. Furze screamed when he first saw her (well, she did purposefully scare him...)

Usually runs the night shift. It's very rare she's scheduled during the day, and she will bitch about it the entire time.

No pronouns, do not perceive her (she jokes; she's trans)

Loves to bake. There's often pastries in the break room waiting for the morning crew.

Is a strong trainer. Prefers ghost types, though she has an Aipom that was gifted to her that often follows her around.

Will not hesitate to use her cryptid-like abilities to scare unruly passengers into behaving. She has a particularly low tolerance for creeps and perverts. It's rumored that riding the Single's train at night is the safest way to travel because Jackie does NOT put up with that sort of behavior.

(Isadore begs Jackie to stop scaring passengers. He doesn't want to have to submit another report, even though he greatly appreciates her dedication to protecting passengers).

Isadore:

@pigdemonart and I seemed to share the SAME BRAINCELL with this guy's design. I swear, I hadn't seen it before I did my initial sketches of him XD. I think we all just kinda decided "yeah, he seems like a serious guy" and ran with it

The other depot agent that was employed before Ingo and Emmet took over.

Used to be a punk in his youth, until his parents forced him to take a job at Gear Station to get him some structure and discipline in his life. Then he just kinda decided he really enjoyed it (maybe because his bullying turned into bossing others around to keep them in line)

(Really, he reminds me of Higashi, just older)

Salt and pepper hair. Is definitely daddy material

Looks scary, is scary. But is more "stern father" scary. Really, he doesn't want anyone ending up like he was as a teen/young adult. He won't hesitate to be the dad of the crew to provide some 'tough love'.

Great at customer service. But sometimes Cameron has to reassure people that he's [probably] not mad. He just always looks like that.

Can make jokes, they're just delivered in the most deadpan way possible.

Secretly likes dramas and romance novels.

[ Lost and Found Tidbits ]

(Don't mind these if you haven't read the fic! OC interactions ahead!)

Cameron prefers working with Emmet, Isadore prefers working with Ingo, and Jackie doesn't mind either if she works a day shift (though she works with Shey when she stands in for Ingo)

Isadore handles stress by working even more, which is terrible for both himself and Emmet. He'll work himself to death in order to give Emmet a break.

Jackie and Shey are best friends, somehow. Rumor has it that Jackie hung out at Shey's condo after work once, though neither one will corroborate this rumor.

Out of the three, Cameron is the best at handling someone who is overstimulated. Isadore is the worst, but he IS the best at yelling at anyone who dares to get close. Man knows how to clear a room.

Jackie loves joking about how handsome she thinks Isadore is. She doesn't have any romantic interest in him, but it IS one of the few ways to get Isadore to look flustered and distracted (and when she means it seriously, Isadore does appreciate it). Cameron will join in if he's around.

Cameron and Isadore are a formidable duo when they battle together. Though, Cameron surprisingly battles well alongside anyone.

Bonus: Isadore without his hat. He kind of reminds me of TF2 Medic, too lmfaoooo

#Depot Agents #Pokemon Black and White #submas #Depot Agent Cameron #Depot Agent Jackie #Depot Agent Isadore #These three are my favorites somehow #idk how that happened but #I'm getting better at drawing humans! Praise CSP #oooogh Isadore my beloved tho #like daddy? sorry. Daddy? sorry.#i'm not simping i swear #Though Jackie is my favorite #I love her

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neriyon · 6 hours

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(<- current/EW, old benchmark, new benchmark ->)

Hawu'li, whom I already posted. All pics fused together into one since I apparently don't have ew and old benchmark ones saved separate anymore (and the post behaves weirdly if i try to put that + new next to eachother). Again, a lot better - mildly funky lower lip + darker eyecolor but at least he's not high and/or depressed anymore. Sadly the glow in the dark effect keepers currently have seems to be gone, but that might be a lighting bug that got eliminated with the rework.

(same as above)

Last pic is in different light but just ignore that. Lips have changed a bit, but nowhere near as much as with face 1 lips of the same size seem to have. Eyes are a bit more rounded shape and somehow his hair glows even more than it already does (it's a pain to gpose....), but I'm not looking into his changes too deep because I'm going to remake his entire face come DT to make him stand out more from Hawu'li (most likely switch to face 1). We'll see if he gets to keep his cute blonde hair or if I value my sanity more (and change it to something darker)

(again, same order)

Naho! They really gave fem miqo's A LOT of eyeshine huh? Overall seems like her face has had more changes than they guys. Her markings are a lot more noticable (and bigger on the cheeks) and her entire face proportions seem to have changed? Like they made the facial features bigger and eliminated some of the empty space? She'll need some serious tweaking in character creator come DT, but I'm not complaining too much since she's already been waiting for some minor tweaks. Points for them finally making her eyes look like she has at least one braincell bouncing around back there - her current eyes are the definition of "lights on, nobody home".

There's also change to how highlight colors work on that specific hair (no white stripe going up her bangs to forehead), but I'm not using this hair normally so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Rip fem keeper teeth tho, only boys get the proper vampire teeth 😔

#all kitties!#i could also swear naho's hair is more blue in the last pic #but then again even the current version looks bluer than her in-game hair even if i literally just imported the settings from her #i have a feeling fem miqos are going to have some very different reactions #don't think everyone's gonna like their “dollification”#i'll also admit here that i do not remember how much teef fem miqos currently have #like have they always been smaller than what males have?#i've never stared at naho's mouth too intently ^^'

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(In relation to that animation you posted)

Shakes ur head around so your tiny sona bounces off the walls

noooo my last 3 remaining braincells !!

#skittikyu speaks #ask #nighty-night-nh #that would be a really silly snowglobe concept i'll consider that

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originemesis · 3 months

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@kugel-bitch from xxx

That name...

Every letter, every syllable drills itself pitilessly through the calcium shell of her bones where it permeates her marrow like an infection, spreading through her venous system, stretching it's shiver inducing tendrils along every nerve, every vessel until the sickness is so all consuming she can barely choke back the urge to gag in abject repugnance. The gall. The unbridled audacity. To use his name. His hallowed, illustrious fucking God given name for this impudent, bullshit charade? His name? HIS NAME?? "Hhhh..." Adam. 𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂. ᗩᗪᗩᗰ. α∂αм. ค๔ค๓. Ȁ̴̲̻̪̀͐͌̑̈͆̇̑ď̶̢̛͔̟̩̩͑̈́̽̕̚̕͜͝à̷̢̨̞̗̟͙̣̤̫̄̋̔̕ḿ̴͓̖̭̙͋̓̈́̐́̓̅͌ͅ It bounces around the inside of her cranium like a nuclear ping-pong ball, eating through any notion of a ground plan, any pre-determined course of action. She had wanted to do this cleanly, covertly—but no. No, she needs him dead. She needs him dead more than her lungs need their next breath. She needs him dead. He needs to die. Now. Now, he needs to die now!

Tremulous talons grasp the lip of the bar counter, inadvertently knocking the tumbler of whiskey she had been lapping at over the course of the last half hour off the edge. A thousand crystalline pieces of glass besprinkle the worn floorboards like freshly formed verglas and the way it catches the ceiling lights, it makes her think of stars, and that thought, in turn, prompts the rise of a gold plated, prosthetic hand, the tapered crests of cybernetic claws slipping beneath the hood of her cloak, to touch the place where the last piece of him rests. Nestled flush against the crown of her head. Mindlessly, the opposite hand—the flesh and blood one—snatches a serrated steak knife off some abstracted imp's plate. Blessed steel would be much too kind for this pustule. This one needs to suffer before she cuts his feculent soul loose from this immortal plane. He needs to writhe in agony for every second he's incorporated her husband's image into his derisive game of dress-up. The display of her helmet slips over her pallid visage, dim and featureless, as she stomps her way through the sparse crowd, towards the opposite end of the counter. The closer she draws the quicker the leather soles of her white boots click against the sticky floors until she's within range to grasp him by the back of his hoodie and sling an arm around his shoulder, oil coated blade poised to slit his throat and bleed him like thoughtless animal that he is.

With his chin propped in an open talon, he worked on that 'deposit' mentioned...by depositing a warble of a sigh down onto the face of the phone as it lit up again from a follow up dial. Bastard had to be on the fritz to think he'd pick up after without making more spitty, frothing sounds to indicate a poor connection being the reason they couldn't talk now. When a third attempt lit the phone up again, he had to hand it to him...bro was persistent. Being the first man and all, he knew the power in persistence when it came to being the origin of the species. That and chicks always seemed to like a little whining with their dining. The absolute sadists. It was likely why he was so well versed in the art of stringing someone along until he felt he got enough out of the exchange to put out-...yet another soul patch to download in an effort to make a broken game like him play through, that was.

He was half tempted to hit block on the next attempt at reaching him so he could at least check the time, but the shattering of a glass nearby interrupted his remaining braincell of the night to hesitate stepping onto the bus bound for endless scrolling. With a curious tilt of his head towards the commotion, he wondered if the bartender had finally succeeded in bashing an imp over the head for still trying to give him head. Of course, with the lapse in a distraction, that perceived feeling decided it was not only reminding him that it was still there, but also that it was coming in hot. Before he could whip around to meet it, he was distinctly aware of the sound of footsteps that began to hurry when he began to swivel his head around the joint like he could make out where it was coming from. Though his eyes are but tools to make sense of what he'd see after the fact, it was the wing clamped under his arm that twitched in awareness of an approach.

Snap. It came out with a cantankerous crack of golden- notably unpreened feathers and shoved the figure in his blind spot back with a firm, singular beat. There. Found it. "The hell...?" He grumbled, shoving his own chin out of his grip in favor of slamming a palm down onto the bar top and using the firm slam of the gesture to push off the counter and turn around to face the watchful force. "What's your problem, fucko? Setting off wing alarms for shits and giggles until you get your stupid face broken?" A flick of his wrist and a rolled shoulder later, he seared the other with a squint. Was that a...steak knife they were holding like a demented crayon? "Oh, I see. You want an autograph. Sorry, sweetie, but I don't do the whole...carving my name in your skin thing you weird fucks are into. Find a pen and we'll chat, mmk?"

#//man could be in danger of being brutally stabbed again and still run his mouth #//:( his poorly preened feathersssss #kugel-bitch #verse ; // dead on arrival #suggestive cw #long post

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