#Posts will be... queued for the next few days. So if something seems out of order thats why /lh

[ask-valiant-victory]

(@ask-sarah-and-co) sarah @ ??? (feel free to use her pokemon form!)

“Ooh, a puzzle!” She leans over the zoroark, “You must be good at puzzles, this one looks pretty hard.” She glances at the other boxes, “Do you like doing them as a… uh, hobby?”

Valiant stared blankly at Sarah for a long and uncomfortable amount of time, he looked... like he was trying to process what she just asked. It took an even longer amount of time for him to finally happily chirp back up with a reply.

"Perhaps you can inform me of the definition of a 'HOBBY'? But if you are attempting to ask the reason for me doing these puzzles that is quite simple!"

He quickly turned back to his puzzle and promptly began sorting through the pieces, "Arceus doesn't like when I stand around and stare, they informed me that it was very 'creepy' that I stared off for hours. So now I do puzzles." "I have tried many other activities however, I find I often struggle with other tasks. I do not know why, perhaps there is something wrong with me. I find puzzles straightforward and predictable. They don't cause me to hesitate, to stare, maybe one would call it 'frustration' but I cannot feel that. So I would not know." If he could sigh... or possibly feel discontent he would have likely done so, but he only sorted through the pieces with a blank expression on his face. "Sometimes I like to think about what it would be like to be a normal mortal. Maybe then if I was, I could do those things."

"If there's one task I wish I was able to do, perhaps it would be..." He made an odd gesture. "The stick that creates the words and pictures. It seems very fun."

[rafeskai]

Game On | Gamer!Rafe Cameron x Gamer!Reader

First Game

Summary: One day, you step into the unfamiliar world of Call of Duty, unsure of what to expect. As the chaos unfolds, a smooth, teasing voice cuts through the tension, offering guidance and unexpected camaraderie. What starts as a random match becomes something more, leaving you intrigued by the connection forged in the midst of gunfire and strategy.

Pairings: gamer!reader & gamer!rafe

Warnings: N/A

Author's Note: Let me know if you guys like this concept and want more of it!

It was a late Friday night, the air crisp outside but warm inside your room as you settled in for your first-ever Call of Duty session. You had spent the last few weeks watching gameplay videos, trying to learn the ropes, but you knew tonight would be your real initiation into the world of multiplayer gaming. You weren't sure what to expect, but you were eager.

With your headset snug around your ears and your controller in hand, you queued up for a random match. As the loading screen began, a voice came through the headset.

"Yo, you new to this?" The voice was smooth, teasing, but also somehow welcoming.

You jumped slightly, not expecting someone to talk so soon. You had just barely gotten the game started, and you were still figuring out the controls.

"Uh... yeah," you admitted, not sure how to respond. "First time, actually."

"Nice, you're in for a ride," the voice chuckled, sounding amused. "I’m Rafe, by the way. And you are?"

"(Y/N)," you said, still adjusting your controller as the game finally loaded, your avatar popping into the map. "I’m hoping I don’t totally mess this up."

"No promises, but I'll try not to let you die too fast." Rafe’s laughter was infectious, and somehow, it made you feel more at ease. You were still figuring out the controls, but having someone to chat with helped take the edge off.

The match began, and instantly, you were thrown into the chaos of gunfire and explosions. Rafe’s voice came through again, guiding you.

"Alright, go left—watch your six!" he warned as you awkwardly navigated your character, trying to figure out how to aim and shoot without getting killed immediately. You managed to take cover behind a crate, heart racing as you peeked around.

“Got your back, just stay low.” His voice was steady, like he’d done this a thousand times.

You didn't need much guidance to know when things were going wrong, and in the next few moments, you found yourself at the mercy of an enemy soldier. But just as you were about to be gunned down, a shot rang out, taking the enemy out.

“Did you—?” you asked, astonished.

"Yep," Rafe replied casually. "Just wanted to make sure you didn’t get your first kill too easily."

Your heart skipped a beat, both for the adrenaline rush of surviving and for the way Rafe seemed to always be a step ahead. You were starting to get the hang of things, moving cautiously but with growing confidence.

Throughout the match, Rafe guided you like a pro, his voice always just a step ahead. You learned quickly—taking cover, timing your reloads, using the environment to your advantage—and before you knew it, you were a lot better than you had expected to be.

"Nice shot!" Rafe complimented you as you managed your first headshot, your fingers trembling in excitement as you took down an enemy from a distance.

“Thanks!” you grinned, surprised by how good it felt. “I actually got one?”

“Hell yeah, you did. You're not half-bad for a newbie,” he said, teasing, but there was a hint of admiration in his voice.

The match came to an end, with your team pulling off a narrow victory. The satisfaction of winning, even in your rookie status, was unmatched. As the post-game stats flashed across the screen, you couldn't help but feel proud of your performance, especially after Rafe’s guidance.

"First time playing and you’re already carrying the team," Rafe said, sounding impressed. "You sure you're a newbie?"

You laughed. "Totally. If you had seen me at the start, you’d know how lost I was."

“Don’t worry, we’ve all been there.” Rafe’s tone softened, and you could hear a smile in his voice. "You sure you don’t wanna team up again sometime? Could show you some more tricks of the trade."

You hesitated, the idea of playing again with someone as skilled as him both exciting and intimidating. But then again, he’d already shown he was patient with you.

"Yeah, I'd like that. Maybe I can return the favor next time," you said, feeling more confident than you had when you first started the match.

“Deal,” Rafe replied, his voice smooth with that easy confidence. "Till next time, (Y/N)."

© 2025 rafeskai | All rights reserved. My work is a work of fiction inspired by different characters, and no part of it may be reproduced or distributed without permission.

[stvllioner]

Your Scent Is Sweeter | e. kirishima

       Werewolf!Eijiro Kirishima x Virgin![FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, one shot, loss of virginity, kirishima likes how you smell, dry humping, hints of jealousy, spit (1), knot inflation, pull out method, mutual pining, friends -> lovers (?), established friendship.

COUNT: 3.4k words [13 mins.]

READ MORE: masterlist + [student masterlist]

A/N: ehhh i dont think i'll ever do this like an animal horny hybrid shit after the last few fics i have queued up. 😭 even if i do i'll def cringe it later probably anyways- ignore my hating… also this is a continuation from a draft over a year ago?? including the next two bakugo fics im going to post and the other dragon!kirishima fic so bare with me. this isnt even that bad LOL. thank you, anon!

How you and Kirishima first met was simple:

Two different hands reached out for the last skewer that sat on the hot grill, both stopping in hesitation at the presence of someone else. You both stopped and looked at each other, an awkward laugh coming from you as an equally shy smile graced his lips. 

“Lady’s first!” He grinned at you, his sharp teeth showing as he blushed softly, stepping back. “Go ahead, I’ll just swing back later.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, feeling butterflies in your chest as the cute male allowed you to grab it. 

As much as you wanted to say something else, your brain short-circuited on coming up with anything. Part of you wanted to tease him and say he could take it, but you never pass up on an opportunity for food. Nevertheless, even if it was for a random cute guy. Plus you had spent the last few hours dancing and working up a sweat, you were sure you needed it more than him. As he stood to the side, you were able to pay and take your leave, waving to him as you disappeared into the crowd. One last glance was exchanged with him as you left him at the stand.

Typically, you wouldn't go to many events if it weren't for the festivals or known shows; but this one faithful New Year's festival when you were fresh into adulthood had proven you made the great decision to attend the celebration. Events between humans and werewolves were often rampant during popular holidays, the New Year being one of them. 

There were many people around with many great food booths to compare. It was only a mere coincidence that you two seemed to be craving the same savory treat, kabobs.

After the first time you two had met, you started bumping into him more at cultural events. You hadn’t told anyone that you had met with this boy. At least you were sure he was around your age, young twenties or so, but there was no mistaking he had a few on you though not too much. The more you saw him at these gatherings, the connection between you two grew naturally, and it soon evolved into a friendship. No one knew about this friendship and to your friends he was merely regarded as something akin to a hallway crush. What they didn't know was that you two had been seeing each other for about two years now, doing various things together as a private friendship. It was no surprise the once innocent feelings you had for him slowly turned into a crush each time you two met. Luckily enough for you, today was one of the days when you two could catch up and you were more than ready to see him again. 

You bit your lip as you sat on the cut-down tree stump, one of the many things that made him complain. Something about humans defiling the woods by making modifications that didn’t need to be made. Oftentimes when you met him, he ranted about different things, all things to be exact. Even with his rambling nature, he had other sides to him. You saw him chill, you saw him happy, you’ve seen him angry and you’ve seen him annoyed. But the ‘mood’ he approached you with today was something different. It was… feral. In a way, you couldn’t explain it.

“E-Evening, Kirishima.” You smile up at him as he walks up to you, holding up the basket you brought for him. “I made your favorite, they’re still hot just how you like them!” You open the basket to show him the goodies, scooching over on the big seat to give him room to sit down. He was quiet today, stiff too. You tried not to show your concern as he picked up the bag and sniffed it. It was times like these when you could pay close attention to the way his face looked, admiring the roundness of his cheeks that complimented his sharp jaw. 

Kirishima only grunts as he sits away from you, his quiet and fidgety demeanor worrying you a bit. Your eyes observed his statue that had a light sheen of sweat layering his tanned skin that was visible to the eyes, his brows scrunched angrily. His facial expression was one of heavy frustration even with how much he tried to hide it. Whatever he was trying to find using his snout appeared to not have been found, and he was once again on the hunt to find the source.

Kirishima proceeds to start sniffing again, this time pulling away to smell somewhere else. You couldn’t help but stare as his behavior was odd, flinching a bit when his nose led to sniffing around you. You tried to stay calm as he got closer, shifting awkwardly as you contemplated the right moment to ask about his demeanor. His breathing seemed a bit ragged too, his chest rising and falling as he avoided contact with you, even visually. 

“You’re… in heat.” 

If he couldn’t see the blush on your face you could certainly feel it.

“....what?"

“I can smell it, you’re aroused...” Eijiro responds simply. "And you smell really good."

He was still standing as he towered over you. He rested the basket next to you and didn’t move, his eyes dark with a glint you haven’t seen before. His hand comes up cup your jaw, his palm hot against your skin. You play with your sleeves as you grow flustered, laughing nervously as the thought of being in a lewd situation with the black-haired male starts to run through your head.

“Eijiro…” You start, looking up at him as he makes you look up at him by tilting your head up. You felt as though you were caught stealing from a cookie jar, hands covered in crumbs as you tried to hide the emotions stirring inside you that he could very obviously sense. 

His lips spare you the process of trying to come up with something to say as he presses his mouth against yours. You felt something spark as he did, your hands that were once clenched at your chest held his shoulders, stabilizing yourself when he forces you to lay down on the large tree stump you sat on. You tried to keep up with his kisses, opening up your mouth to let him in, fearing the pain of accidentally poking something if you chose to let your tongue wander in his. You moaned as his tongue poked and prodded in your hot cavern, his hands moving to grip your thighs to spread them apart as he got between them.

You hadn't noticed how big his body was, being so exposed to it so many times in such a friendly setting compared to this one. You daydreamed about this moment but never did you think it would happen so soon. Your heart hammers in your chest upon feeling his lips move so softly against yours, caring even. You could tell that he was the skilled one between you two and his kind way of gentleness showed with his fervent kisses. Unfortunately for him though, you didn't nearly have as much lung capacity as him to continue this unbroken kiss. 

One of your hands on his shoulders taps him as an indicator for a breather, the doting male taking the message. Your labored breaths mix with his as your eyes can't help but be glued to his in desperation. A timid mewl is ripped from your lips when his hands that once respectfully rested on the sides of your hips swoop down to grip the back of your thighs and reach behind you to squeeze your bum. Kirishima growls as the scent of your arousal heightens, his gaze darkening as he prepares himself to fuck you. 

"I-I didn't want to pounce on you like this but you smell so good." Kirishima rambles as his hands start to grope at your clothed skin. You couldn't do anything but just lay there and take it, watching up at him with curious eyes.

His strong and calloused hands trail up your body to grope your chest through your clothes, the heavy weight of his hands bringing a rush of excitement straight to your core. Whilst he fondles you he successfully manages to slide closer to you between your legs, your thighs resting on his as he gets comfortable. You bite your lip feeling his hard length now pressing against your core, a taunting sensation between the layers of clothes that restricts you. While your hands never left his shoulders his hands happily roamed your body. 

From when he was fondling you, he was able to unbutton some of your blouse, the top of your cleavage now exposed to him, and the beautiful light of the moon from atop the sky. You feel tightening in your chest as oxygen starts to run out from kissing for so long, your hands lightly pushing him away. He pulls away with a light growl that marks his excitement. Kirishima hadn't slept with humans often but had to remind himself that he had to be gentle…. at first. 

"Do you want this, Y/N?" Eijiro holds your chin to have you look up at him. You lightly gulp in excitement at the feeling of his rough hands on your jawline, a more than ready nod coming from you. 

"I want to, Eiji." You're not even sure how you managed to maintain eye contact after relaying that. Until now, you had only kissed other people but other than that it never went further. There wasn't much left to ponder about his experience in these activities, though. "Just be gentle, this is my first time, okay?"

He visibly portrays his shock at the revelation with a dropped jaw but quickly recovers by nodding his head in understanding. If anything, this is one of the best news he's heard in a while. Now it wasn't often that Kirishima thought about your sex life. When he did think about you having sex, other partners were never in the equation. Just purely you and him. Though on his part he was assuming your experience—it was just Ludacris to him that no one has gotten that far with you yet considering he could tell the way most of the males around you acted. 

Those festivals where he'd watch you from afar and get a jealous flutter in his chest fell testament to this, later his anger fueling into pure neediness in the comfort of his bedroom. He'd be straight-up lying if he said he wasn't crushing on you hard. You were as sweet as ever, pretty with a physique that suited you nicely, a smile that he fell in love with on the first day, and god you always smelled so good. Even in times when he'd playfully chase you down and you'd try and push him away in embarrassment of odor, it was that exact husk that drew him in closer. The pull that made him want to pin you down and fuck you raw.

Kirishima grips your hand and kisses the back of it as he stares deeply into your eyes. "Of course, anything for you."

You softly sucked in a breath feeling his hot hand slip down to palm your sex, the sensation so very foreign to you. Undoubtedly he could certainly sense the wetness through your clothes, another animalistic growl coming from him. He palms you in preparation for his eventual fucking, skilled hands rubbing at your labia and then playing with your clit. Your body jolts at the pleasure you receive from that certain area, a pained whimper in desperation slipping from your lips as you clawed at him. 

His deft fingers easily rubbed against your clothed core, determined to get you hot and ready for him. His eyes watch down in a predatory gaze as he watches your expressions for any behavior change, his pupils dilating in hunger as he watches your body open more and more for him. Once he's done pawing at you he presses his crouch right against yours, the heat and weight of his confined cock stirring a whimper from within you. You tilt your head back, hands still stuck on him as you pull him closer to your body instinctively. Kirishima wordlessly leans in to press more animalistic kisses to your neck, now utilizing his sharp teeth to nip and bite at your skin. He groans against your sweet skin as you start to grind against him as well, a revelation now settling in that you were impossibly sensitive in all areas of your neck. 

Usually by now, Kirishima would've fucked whoever was underneath him into oblivion already, but he was purposely taking it slower. He needed to tease and punish you for not being his any sooner. To make him wait so long to get between your luscious and squeezable thighs. 

"Eijiro," A louder moan encourages him when he roughly nips at the conjuncture of where your neck and collarbone meet, the sensation sending a hot shiver down your spine. Mixed with the friction of his heavy hips against yours you're shaking under him, eyes prickling with tears as an unfamiliar feeling starts to wash over you. "W-Wait—!" You try to tap his shoulder, the act has him unmoving as he himself already knew what you were experiencing. 

Kirishima leans up to witness the pleasurable experience wash over you, greedily taking in the fact it was him to accomplish it without even having to do anything. In seconds he's gripping your jaw and having you look at him as he places another searing kiss against your lips. You're sloppily meeting him halfway there with no doubt that his tongue has all the right to overpower yours. Your hands are lost in his hair whilst his are impatiently ripping off your clothes ready to take you under the moonlight. 

A line of saliva connects you two when he pulls away, the small connection popping when he licks his lips. Your mouth and skin tasted so sweet, that he'd have to remind himself to eat you out next time, preferably somewhere more romantic and private.

The male on top of you grunts as the cool air of the night hits his now exposed schlong, the naked member twitching at the sensation. It was a reminder that he needed it in somewhere warm and his solution was right in front of him. He groans once the scent of your fresh arousal hits his nose, it now being stronger than ever with your hot cunny in line of sight for him. You were a sight to behold, truly. Skin littered with his bite marks, a light sheen of sweat coating your skin and your pussy dripping in need for him. 

"Do you want it?" Kirishima asks with a growl in his voice. You had just come down from an orgasm and he didn't want to rush you.

"Give it to me, Eiji." 

He doesn't have the balls to play with you anymore and gets straight to it. He presses his bulbous head against your opening, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips as he tries to loosen you up. "Relax."

You bite your bottom lip and try to do as told, eyes glued to his raging hard cock. You hadn't seen a cock before now but you were a hundred percent sure this was the prettiest you have and will ever see. You shiver when he pokes his tip at your clit, the sensitivity from before making you squirm. Your eyes flicker up as you watch him spit on his cock for more lubrication, mixing the substance with your arousal and his precum to make it easier for you to take. 

"I'm going in--fuck." Kirishima breathes out as he inserts his dick into your gummy walls, the squeezing around him has him reeling in pleasure. With no remorse, he grips the back of your thighs and presses them against your body in a mating press, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as your cunt swallows his cock in this position. He tilts his head back as he slowly and surely rocks the rest of his length into your awaiting cunt, the ecstasy he was experiencing had never been felt before. It was almost reminiscent of the first time he had lost his virginity except this felt exponentially better. 

His hands nearly rip your shirt open to show your breasts to him, the restriction of your clothes around your breasts making them perk up for him. He licks his lips as your nipples harden even more at the attention. Your tits bounce with each thrust as he slowly tries to ease himself in, his excitement making it hard for him to stay patient. 

Your breathy moans are the only thing he can hear and focus on, totally zoning out on anything around him. Everything about you felt too good. The way you wrapped around his cock, how your hands gripped at him, the desperation in your voice, and the way that you felt under his hands was intoxicating. Kirishima had been waiting for this for so long and he could finally have it, have you. With patience, he was able to start rocking his hips faster and deeper into your cunt. The lewd noise of your pussy squelching with every thrust encouraged him to do more, to fuck you more passionately. 

His lips were busy marking up your skin not caring about the complaining you might have for later. Earlier when he was eagerly trying to take off your clothes he tried his best not to rip your clothes off but there was no guarantee his (kind) gesture came to fruition. That minuscule dilemma will be something to deal with when you both get there. 

His hand dips down to mindlessly play with your sensitive bean, humming in satisfaction when it elicits a sharper moan from you. You're grinding your hips against his with vigor, body shameless in the pleasure it receives from him. Your eyes could barely focus on anything specific as the male you once considered a friend completely obliterates your cunt. Tears prickle at your eyes as you start to feel an intense sensation that washed over your body not too long ago.

"E-Eiji," You pant out, head lifting lightly from the wood. 

Kirishima's head immediately lifts from your skin and looks up at you, you two millimeters apart from each other's faces. "You close, babe?" 

You nod frantically and wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in closer. He groans at how well you're able to take him, the new position allowing you to take in his cock fully. He softly coos as you try to stick it out, a pained but pleasured expression adorning your features. 

"Cum on my cock, baby."

The buzzing in your system doesn't die down, everywhere in your body feels as though it's on fire. You're engulfed in everything he gives you and refuse to let this moment go. Your body is raging with white-hot arousal as you come undone with the help of a few thrusts and his fondling. You groan happily as he grips your thighs and presses them against your body again, an unfamiliar swelling at the base of his cock forming at the base of his cock and slamming against your pussy with each thrust. You peek down to see the inflation, a bit of worry rushing into your system. 

Kirishima cusses as he lets go of one of your legs and pulls out, his spunk immediately spilling onto your pubic area and pussy, successfully covering you in his load. You whimper at how much there is, some getting on your clothes and the already defiled tree trunk from the spillage. You felt yucky with all the sweat and fluids and felt like it was prime time to go to sleep. 

You shyly make eye contact with him and let out a nervous giggle, happily welcoming an approaching kiss as he leans in to take your lips against his. You two gradually come down from your high, your body now slumped against the flat surface of the massive cut-down tree. 

You two will figure out what you are later. 

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[foxena]

Non-sims Interests »

Thank you for the tag, @introvertedfox!

List 5 (or more, or less) of your non-sims interests. These can be hobbies, shows, books, other games, etc.

I’m such a hobby-hopper—I'll fall headfirst into something, burn out, and then jump to the next obsession. But a few things have managed to stick around, so I’ll list those under the cut.

Other games – Shocking no one: I’m a gamer. I won’t list every title I’ve sunk hours into, but here are some favorites: Skyrim, Stardew Valley, Terraria, Assassin’s Creed, My Time at Portia, The Witcher 3, Animal Crossing, Prison Architect, and Scribblenauts Unlimited. A bit of chaos, a bit of cozy, a lot of save files.

Indoor plants – This is one of the few hobbies that stuck! I picked it up during my long COVID journey—five years later, I’m (thankfully) much better, and my little indoor jungle is still going strong. I don’t obsess over care guides anymore, but I still water, repot, and fuss over them like they’re my children.

Sourdough – Speaking of children... this little guy also came to life during my long COVID journey. It took years before I felt even a little proud of my bread—perfectionist, much? But now? I’ve become a bit of a bread snob. Nothing but my own loaves seems to satisfy my finely tuned tastebuds.

Violin – This hobby has always been in the background for me. Saying I’ve played since I was 8 (so, 17 years) sounds way more impressive than it is—because I don’t practice regularly, I’m not all that great. Lately, I’ve been trying to learn more classical pieces, but I think what I really need is a better practice routine.

Fitness and group training – Before long COVID knocked my health off a cliff, I worked as a personal trainer and group fitness instructor, mostly teaching Les Mills programs like BodyPump and BodyCombat. I want nothing more than to get back to it. Recovery’s slow—and honestly, patience isn’t my strong suit—but I’m trying.

Tabletop role-playing – I’ve played a bunch of different tabletop RPGs with a group of friends over the last 6–7 years—I can’t believe it’s been that long! Last year, I gave DMing a shot for the first time, running sessions in the Swedish version of Dungeons & Dragons. It’s been both terrifying and incredibly fun.

Japanese – I’ve been casually learning Japanese with Duolingo and Anki for the past couple of years. I’m not super serious about it, but I do study a little every day—so I figured it deserves an honorable mention. And if you’re also on Duolingo, we can bond over our mutual hate towards the owl.

Programming – I really enjoy the problem-solving side of programming, it’s another skill I’ve been learning bit by bit. I’m no expert, but it’s already proving useful! I’ve written scripts to automate some of the repetitive stuff I do here on Tumblr—like generating tzr posts or deleting anything tagged “delete later.” Most recently, I built a little program that pulls my scheduled and queued posts into a tidy spreadsheet.

I told you I have too many hobbies! If you made it this far, consider yourself tagged—I want to know what you’re into!

I’m also tagging @aliengirl, @tipsy-clouds, @minty-plumbob, @sharona-sims, @alxandergoth, @thiassimz, @bloomingkyras, and @wolkentage!

(No pressure at all if you’ve already done this or prefer to skip!)

[a-d-nox]

pac/pap (creature feature: werewolf): what hidden truth does the moonlight illuminate? where do you lack control? where are you in transition?

welcome to my october pac/pap creature feature series - instead of having a single pac/ pap this month, there will be five! every monday (at 5p / 17:00 EST) this october, a new creature will be coming out to play as the sun begins to set earlier and earlier... keep an out; you never know what is lurking in the darkness..

today's creature is the werewolf: song queued: "she wolf" by shakira! when was the next full moon again? phew a few weeks to go... half man, half beast, the werewolf is - according to lore - forced to transform on every full moon. the once civilized man loses control of his body and senses.

take what resonates leave what doesn't - nothing is 100% for you because these aren't personalized so please no angry comments or dms about what i am saying not being a good fit for you or that you "don't claim" just keep scrolling if that is the case. be kind, self reflect, and have fun.

last pac/pap: creature feature: the beholder - what do you see that no else does? what aren't you hearing?

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pile one

the truth is that you must share your ideas more actively - you need confidence that matches your passion. you can trust that you will be accepted for your ideas - and if not where you first attempt to be so, you will find yourself in a more accepting place the next attempt. if you keep doubting your abilities, you might just find that you can't grow like you hope/dream to. so the spotlight (moonlight) is on you - share what you want to / are passionate about right now.

oof you are really trying to control a lot right now. things aren't going as you expected, huh? you can't control that something is close to the end of its cycle. it's okay that you are going to miss that something - know that you should be celebrating instead. celebrate your wins. you have done so much! new things are just around the corner.

a power transition in your life is underway. you are being given a chance to lead and prove your strength. make sure that you are leading from a place of wanting to see others succeed instead of one where you are asserting your power over others. you can't just be thinking about yourself right now, remember that "with power comes responsibility" - it's not just about you anymore it's about those around you too.

pile two

your disconnection for others and your beliefs seems to be in the spotlight right now. you might be feeling hopeless and alone in your situation right now - it's time to reconnect and recharge. a cleansing is needed - do not lose faith, you are right were you are supposed to be, despite how painful this moment may be. let the glimmering moonlight be a sign that healing is ahead - better days are coming.

i feel like your schedule right now is unsustainable - you are stretched too thin and juggling too much all at once. you might have too many school/work responsibilities considering your personal ones. this is all making you feel emotionally drained (have you stress cried recently - i feel like you might have). you should know that you are currently "leveling up"; anytime you level up in life, this type of challenge to your routine occurs. do things in moderation and ask for help if you need it (there is no shame in reaching out for help).

an opportunity has arisen recently that is going to change your world - likely in a monetary way. there is a new beginning on the horizon. you are getting even closer to the life that you have been dreaming of - prosperity is in your future, it is written in the stars. you are cultivating abundance for yourself and i couldn't be more proud. you have unlimited potential - keep it up.

pile three

new moon energy. there are a lot of things that you are hiding, you are also likely refusing to acknowledge the truth, and you are refusing to look at things deeply (which can be good (you're not reading too heavily into things) and it can be bad (you might not be "reading the fine print")). you aren't listening to your intuition like you should be - stop deceiving yourself. trust that you are capable and you are worthy of so much more than you are currently doing / have.

right now a relationship of yours is extremely out of balance (someone is doing all the work in the relationship or someone is extremely co-dependent in the relationship). it is not good to rely too heavily on a partner to fulfill your needs. your expectations might be unrealistic which causes you to feel even more out of control. look inward so you can better find the source of your disharmony.

i feel like you reading that last paragraph has your wheels turning - the transition ahead of you has to do with your relationships. you are noticing that there is a imbalance in what you are giving versus what you are receiving. i know that receiving things makes you feel weird (you feel unworthy/undeserving), but get use to it - haha! stop feeling obligated to give back equal to what you have received - things are being given of their own volition, no one expects you to give back what you were gifted. simply remember that kindness breeds kindness - the more comfortable you become with receiving, the more you will gain.

want a personal werewolf reading? tip 4.99 USD with the comment "werewolf" and i will privately get back to you with what hidden truth the moonlight illuminates for you, where you lack control, AND where you are in transition!

other then that, thank you for reading! don't forget to comment down below which monster you believe is coming to join us next monday?

[victoriousfidelity]

hi friends, happy march! wish i could say stuff stopped happening after my last post, but unfortunately the universe doesn't seem to want to let up at the moment. things got pretty dicey mentally for a couple of days, but enough about that. i've been hiding in my drafts for the past few days, so you'll be seeing ic stuff from me again now! as it stands, the queue here is running for the next few days, specifically clearing out my inbox and responding to starters i've owed for a while. they're roughly queued to post in the order i received them, and some of them are from as far back as july, so i hope you enjoy a bit of a trip down memory lane! if you don't want to continue something that gets posted for you over the coming days, that's absolutely fine - i just genuinely had about 90% of these things drafted already, and want to get them out. my sideblogs are gonna be on a tiny hiatus while i sort sig's blog out. all of my inboxes are closed, and won't be open again until i'm back here properly. i also won't be around much (if at all) on the dash until then. the general plan is to start adding replies to ongoing threads to the queue while it posts all of the above, so hopefully i'll actually manage to do that. what i've said about contacting me previously still stands: the only place you will be able to reliably reach me is discord (my username there is lovehurried), and even then my replies will likely be a) intermittent, and b) limited to private messages rather than group chats. you’re consistently such a kind group of people and even if i don’t reply to all the responses on my previous posts individually, please know that i saw and appreciated every single one. look after yourselves, loves 🧡

[banannabethchase]

Blackout - also on AO3

~

Seth wakes up in his hotel room to find the power off and the room freezing. He decides, against all better judgement, to investigate.

~

For Damn It December days 27 and 28: 27) Power outage, 28) New soft blankets. Also for @sarahcakes613 <3 Happy holidays dear!

I wrote this back in December and queued this post instead of posting it. I just found it. Whoops. So here hello a late gift for everyone!

~

Seth’s eyes open to darkness, and, within the next moment, he recognizes the heavy chill that settles across his whole body. He shivers. “Oh, what the fuck,” he mumbles. His teeth begin to chatter, his body begins to shake. He puts on every layer of clothing he can wear and checks the thermostat. Blank.

“Again,” he bites out, “what the fuck?”

He tries flickering the lights in the room – nothing. He stumbles blindly until he can find the bathroom. Still nothing. Power outages aren’t new to him, but being in a hotel room with no power is a new experience he’s never particularly wanted. He steals one of the blankets from the top of the bed and drapes it over his shoulders. His phone, resting to charge on the desk, is blinking with random email updates, so at least it’s not dead.

50%. Power must have died a few hours ago, a little after he’d fallen to sleep.

Hesitantly, he opens the door to the hallway. Pitch blackness except for the emergency lights, red flooding the empty hallway.

Well. Almost empty.

“The fuck are you doing out here, pretty boy?”

Seth doesn’t jump, exactly. But he’d thought the shape in the hallway was, like, a coatrack. Or something. He’s exhausted, so sue him. “That Drew?” he asks. He wraps the blanket more tightly around himself. Pride has no place in this hell.

“Aye,” Drew says. “And I’d know that cocky walk anywhere. What are you doing out here so late, Seth?”

“My room is freezing,” Seth says. “Seems like the power’s out in the whole place.”

“The whole block, if I had to wager a guess,” Drew says. “Come. Look out the window.”

Seth shuffles over next to Drew, who is positively radiating warmth. He feels his body stop shaking immediately. “Alright, yeah,” he admits. “That’s some serious snow in a short amount of time.”

“Is it, for here?” Drew asks. “I had the understanding that the Midwest had a lot of snow.”

“It does,” Seth says, “but Tennessee is more the south, you know? They don’t see nearly as much, especially this early in the season.”

Drew hums and nods. “Chilly in your room?”

“Freezing,” Seth says. “The blankets in there suck. Definitely not goose feather. I’m kind of disappointed in this place.”

“Really,” Drew says. “That’s odd to hear. My room has fantastic amenities, blankets included.”

“Then they clearly gave you priority treatment,” Seth scoffs. “I’m sure they would have given me what I needed if I’d given them my real name at check in.”

“You don’t sign in under Seth Rollins?” Drew asks. “What do you sign in as?”

“Baxter James,” Seth says. “Nondescript. Discrete. An everyman.”

“When was the last time you heard of a human named Baxter?” Drew asks. “My god, no wonder they gave you terrible blankets. They probably think you’re in hiding from the law.”

“Well, maybe I don’t believe your blankets are that nice,” Seth says. “It would be easy for you to lie to me. Probably fun, too, since you already know I’m miserable.”

Drew’s eyes reflect the moonlight. “Are you trying to get me to invite you to my room?”

“Are you propositioning me when I’m cold and vulnerable?”

Drew groaned. “Fuck off. Fine. I’ll show you the blankets.”

Seth walks in behind Drew to find a much larger room. It’s also a bit colder, but not too bad. He’s already an icicle. Suffering doesn’t increase exponentially with inside cold, he’s found.

“Oh, my god,” Seth says, flashing his phone light around. “That blanket looks amazing.”

“Well, you can just take it and –”

Seth dives into bed and groans. “I’m warmer already.”

“That – that is my bed,” Drew says. Seth’s not used to that befuddled tone.

“Your blankets are so much better than mine,” Seth says, burrowing under the covers. He chooses to ignore Drew’s response. They both know this is Drew’s bed. No use in stating the obvious.

“That’s because I asked for a suite instead of a single room,” Drew says. “They update the suites before the single rooms. I have the new blankets.”

Seth – he doesn’t exactly moan, but it’s definitely a noise as he burrows into cozy, warm space. “Fantastic. This is my bed now.”

“You can’t just usurp my hotel room,” Drew says. There’s a shift in the mattress and Seth peeks over to see Drew sitting gingerly on the bed. “This is where I’m supposed to sleep.”

“You weren’t sleeping earlier,” Seth points out. “In fact, it was wasteful of you not to be in a bed this comfortable. I’m treating this suite right.”

Drew snorts. “Certainly, you’d be the one treating someone right.”

“It’s a hotel room, Drew. Don’t be crass.”

“You’re the one moaning in my bed.”

“The blankets are comfortable, Drew, I don’t know what you expect from me.” He settles in more. “You’re more than welcome to join. Spread the warmth. Spirit of the season or whatever.”

“Are you inviting me into my own bed?” Drew asks. “And I thought you couldn’t get worse.”

“Sorry, you let me come into the room.” He pats the bed next to him. “We can cuddle. Conserve heat.”

“The power cannot come back on soon enough,” Drew grumbles, but the bed shifts again and Seth is briefly extremely cold before shifting to warm and comfortable.

“Oh, you really are hot,” Seth mutters, and it’s a second too late before he realizes he’s said it loud.

“Am I now?”

Seth clears his throat. “You have an elevated temperature that makes sleeping in this bed very nice.”

“Good to know I’m of use,” Drew chuckles. “Why don’t the two of us fall asleep and we can decide if this ever happened in the morning, yeah?”

Seth, already mostly asleep nods. He can use being asleep as an excuse for why he snuggles up under Drew’s arm and pillows his head on his chest. He’s sure Drew will use the same excuse for why his arm came around and settled on Seth’s waist. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Morning.”

~

Mini Playlist (all of these are puns): Warm Blood - Carly Rae Jepsen Dark Side of Your Room - All Time Low Igloo - Kiss of Life You're So Damn Hot - OK Go

[oniondip420]

Yarn Log - Mini Hyperbolic Paraboloid

Background & Thoughts

After my experience doing the coaster in a single day, I again felt like doing just a tiny crochet project that I could speed through. I’ve always wanted to do one of the hyperbolic plane curly guys, but searching on Ravelry only turned up paid patterns or ones that were technically hosted on other sites. The app on my phone I use to actually hold the patterns I’m working on (knitCompanion) can only automatically import free Ravelry downloads, so I opted for this instead.

A hyperbolic paraboloid is the mathematical name for the kind of saddle shaped surface that you may recognize as the Pringles shape. As a former math major I think they’re pretty cool, and it seemed like a good substitute for the actual hyperbolic plane I was searching for. Plus, it was a really small project, so I could once again bang it out start to finish in a single day.

Once again, I used my 4.25mm crochet hook, but this time I used the medium weight yarn I had left over from The Blanket™ (post still incoming! I just am queuing up a few smaller yarn logs in the mean time lol). The only new maneuver in the pattern was the sc2tog, which was pretty easy to google and execute.

Something you may notice in the above picture is that my result barely resembles the target shape lol. I can think of a few explanations for this, all relating to yarn tension:

I generally messed up the yarn tension, which I already know I need to work on (see yesterday’s coaster post)

I improperly handled the sc2tog’s as the mirror reverse of the doubled-up sc stitches (to increase the stitch count back up on the latter half). This may have caused the weird curling

What is certainly clear though, is that I used the wrong size of crochet hook. Looking at another small roll of the same yarn in a different color that I’ve yet to take off the packaging for, it recommends using a 5mm crochet hook for the medium weight yarn. This means that using the hook itself to measure my gauge as I was working resulted in it being too tight, which also likely combined with the sc2tog and general yarn tension issues to produce this outcome.

UPDATE ON LAST POINT SINCE I FIRST DRAFTED THIS: I did it again with the yarn I used for the coaster (which seemed the right weight for the hook size), and the shape is still bogus. So while I still think the hook size was an issue, at this point I think either it’s a flaw in the pattern itself, or the same general tension issue from the tiny swatch I made with the coaster. Not including a pic of that, bc it’s basically the same just slightly smaller and purple.

Since this piece is not meant to lie flat, I am unable to block it into a better shape. So I’m just accepting it as it is lol

Major lessons learned:

I need to continue working on my yarn tension problems before working on a bigger project. My hyperfixation-specific perfectionism-triggered affective disorder would easily undermine any triumphs I’d make if the tension is messed up on a project I care more about, and I don’t want to set myself up for avoidable depression lol.

I need to obtain a more complete set of crochet needles. I have a good set of smaller ones, but after my bookmark experience, no way in hell will I be using the tiny-ass weighted yarn that would be appropriate for those. This 4.25mm is what I carry in my active projects bag to handle mistakes and to fasten the outside tail of when I make center-pull yarn balls. It worked with the yarn weight I used yesterday for the coaster, but I don’t have a lot left of that kind. My next hook size up is 6.5mm, for heftier yarn weights. So if I want to be crocheting with the yarn weights I commonly have on hand, I really am gonna have to invest in different sizes. Bleh, money. I have since made the purchase and am waiting for it to arrive.

Sometimes it seems, pattern makers will not tell you explicitly to do the turning stitch when going to the next row. This hasn't really been an issue for me since, due to me working in a spiral ever since then, but I have gotten a lot more observant about stitch counts when reading patterns.

Pattern

[weird-dere-fics]

Every year I say I wanna write something for Ichigo and release it on his birthday. And almost every year I say it after I’ve already missed his birthday. I know there’s no time limit on it, but it just seems like it would be special y’know?

I’m aware I write when I want and can release birthday fics months later, but I never do lmao. I didn’t succeed in doing the thing this year.

But I did give my boy 12 hours of affection today and I think that’s more than I’ve done for his past few birthdays. It wasn’t writing a fic, but it was a challenge figuring out posts for each hour. Especially on a day when I have so much to do. I am proud of myself :3.

And maybe hopefully I’ll actually start seriously working on something this year that I can post on his birthday next year 🫶🏾.

With this post I have completed my goal of posting each hour for 12 hours about my orange husband on his birthday 🧡🧡🧡🧡.

I will get to live posting about the latest tybw episode eventually lol.

Kisses for u all 💋💋💋. Hope u didn’t mind all my queuing on the dash today uwu.

[cupidford]

I've not done a big rec list in months and have so many stories to share with you! Here are some...I went with a mix of 20, with more to come! Also I've got love letters for these queued for the next few months, so look out for 'em! xx

❤️‍🔥TOP FIC - One of the best fics I've read in a few years!❤️‍🔥

Indefinite Lines by ArwaMachine

Sherlock and John find themselves faced with a series of seemingly disparate cases, one involving murdered children and one involving ghosties that little Rosie tries to help solve. Except the cases are growing increasingly connected, increasingly personal. ~298.5k

🔥TOP HOT FIC🔥

Vicarious by CouldBeDangerous (VestedVestra)

John starts smoking with a woman at work. Sherlock couldn't be happier. The smoking kink spirals... ~44k

💗💗💗💗💗💗

The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow

Sherlock's case will surely be solved quickly...in between trips to Putney to help with Rosie, collecting her from school, and preparing for her sleepover at 221B. ~32.5k

The Long and the Short of It by Accident, Hobbitsfeet

What if John and Rosie move back into Baker Street, and Rosie decides she is going to parent-trap them? Or so she thinks... ~44.5k

❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

Spare Parts by Raina_at

Futuristic sci-fi au, 24th century. On the Planet Titan, Sherlock comes back from the dead after two years. While figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, Sherlock and John also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. ~63.5k

A Doctor in the House by KittenKin

S3 fix it. Sherlock returns, with John immediately taking care of him as his doctor. John uses index cards as a guide to speaking with him, and Sherlock in turn has questions. ~32.5k

Again by DiscordantWords

Christmas. It never seemed like the right time. And then time ran out. Until John makes a wish and gets a second chance. ~10k

💘💘💘💘💘💘

Cupid's Venom by SilentAuror

Stamford tells Sherlock that he wished he could have taken credit for being Cupid. Unfamiliar with the reference, Sherlock plunges into studies of toxins and Greek mythology... ~29.5k

Live from the Morgue by disfictional

Post trf. Molly interviews Sherlock on her podcast, Live from the Morgue. John listens. ~10k

A Rock, An Island by stopthat

TRF fix it/redo. John is not so blind. He sees a lot more than he’s given credit for. ~5k

💝💝💝💝💝💝

A not-so-meticulously prepared art by aquileaofthelonelymountain

Greg agrees to pick up Sherlock from a pub, and he's going to regret it soon - for Sherlock is drunk, talkative, and desperately in love with his flatmate. ~6k

Waiting in the Wings by standbygo

John finally gets the courage to ask Sherlock for a romantic relationship. But when they run into an old friend of Sherlock's, John wonders if it would be best to step aside. ~7k

All I Want for Christmas (is Proof) by Raina_at

Sherlock and John go undercover at a Christmas party in a gay club. In costume. Things... escalate. ~6.5k

💕💕💕💕💕💕

Hypotheticals by ArwaMachine

John finally manages to confess his love to Sherlock. Sherlock, of course, has questions. Lots of questions. Switchlock, Established Relationship. ~7k

A Second to Midnight by AlgySwinburne

John invites Sherlock out on January 29. It is, at face value, a date. If Sherlock weren’t a part of the equation, it would most certainly be a date. But because he is, it must be something else entirely. ~4.5k

January 6 by Gxlyleo

John keeps reliving the same day and has no clue why. He makes a list. ~14k

❤️ HONORABLE MENTIONS ❤️

Rhinestone Cowboy by consult_this_prick

After the death of his father, John drops out of college and returns home to take care of the family farm. He still hasn't processed the death of his father and new problems arise when his ex-best friend, Sherlock, comes home for the summer to work on his research. ~37k

Come Back to Me by BenAddictViolaBatch

A fusion of Sherlock and the classic 1980 film, "Somewhere in Time." In 1945, John receives a brief and mysterious visit from an elderly scientist, Sherlock. John researches Holmes and learns that he died on the same night of the visit. He realises that they are destined for each other. ~21.5k

A Strange Encounter by holmesian_love

John heads to the bank to speak his mind and instead finds himself distracted by a stranger who turns his plans around. ~7.5k

Accidental Magic by Calais_Reno

After his return Sherlock takes the case of a woman seeking stolen books hidden in her late husband’s library.Working together after so much time apart, John and Sherlock begin to discover more than stolen books. ~40k

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (4)

In which he just can't help himself.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jungkook, Blood Donor!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), strangers to lovers, blood (duh)

Additional Chapter Warnings: jk drinks her blood, confessions, a bit suggestive, slight angst but it's really tiny

Chapter Length: mid/long

A/N: this post is queued. You can send in asks, but they won't be answered until I'm back ^-^"

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When he turns to lay on his side, you're there.

Cuddled up to him so softly he can barely feel it, your scent faintly hitting him as he wraps his arms around you without wasting any thought on the action at all. He doesn't question it- you're here, thats all he wants, all he needs, all he craves.

You've been a little under the weather these past few days. He's offered to help you with whatever you might need- though he's surely not in his top-shape. Since you're sick, you can't donate, and with none of your blood at the bank, he'd extended his next appointment to the date where you'd be able to provide again.

He doesnt want just anybody. He wants you.

You don't know that however. All you know is that your headache is finally gone, your body finally well, and Jungkook next to you-

Wait.

Your eyes shoot open as you realize you've been camping at his apartment for days now- having invaded his privacy and forced him to take care of your sorry ass. Oh god- that's not what you hoped the first sleepover would be like at all. You're so whiny when you're sick, you can't believe you'd let him witness that. "hey." he suddenly asks, and you notice his eyes on you- sleepy, but definitely focusing on you. "feeling better?" he asks, and you nod, making him chuckle. Something about him though- seems off.

He's a little pale, more than usual- breathing slow, and his body doesn't seem to hold as much tension it naturally does.

"what about you?" you wonder, and his eyes widen questioningly. "you seem tired."

"I just woke up." he jokes, and you playfully hit him.

"no, you seem.. I don't know. I'm sorry if I kept you all up and running for me. I don't even know why I-" you start, but he shakes his head.

"no no, it's fine. Everyone gets sick once in a while, it's normal." he says. "and I'm glad you let me take care of you." he slurs a little, before turning onto his back, rubbing his eyes. "ugh, can you shut the curtains for me maybe?" he asks, hands on his eyes, and you nod, doing so immediately. "thanks."

"do you need anything?" you wonder, and his breathing stops a little because yes, he needs you- but he also has some self control.

"it's fine." he says instead. "but.. maybe it's best if you.. Leave." he bitterly brings out. "not because I don't want you here, don't think I'm kicking you out-" he chuckles, looking at you. "but uhm.. I'm having, you know, blood related problems right now." he jokes. "and you being my favourite type isn't making it any better." he laughs, making you look at him surprised.

"I'm-?" you wonder, before looking at your bracelet. "you're the guy who always asks for my type?" you wonder, and he shrugs, before nodding. "that's why you didn't feed? Jungkook that's dangerous!" you scold. "And illegal-"

"I asked for some stretch, don't worry I'm not committing a crime baby." he laughs, while you're not convinced. You let the pet name slide for the moment- he's probably just joking anyways.

"how're you gonna get to the bank now though?" you worry. "there's no way you can just walk over in that state." you say, and he shrugs.

"I'll figure it out." he says, swallowing down because you really need to leave.

"what if.." you meekly start, standing in his bedroom fiddling with your fingers. "what if you fed from me? Like, maybe I could-"

"no." he sternly says. "I'll wait until you've donated again."

"but- I want to!" you stubbornly say. "You won't hurt me- you love me!" you joke, sitting on the bed- and to your surprise, he rolls over, close to you- wrapping his arms around your middle, head buried in your stomach.

"I do." he confesses, all muffled into your sweater. "that's why I can't." he clarifies, and your hand almost instinctively finds it's way onto his head, fingers running through his hair.

"and I'm saying because I love you, I want you to." you say, and he holds you a bit tighter.

This isn't how he'd wanted this to go. Not him being desperate and a slave to his needs, he wanted to be all romantic like in all those movies he'd watched. This isn't fair at all. But once you see his muscles tremble, you become more stern. "Jungkookie.." you urge, and he detaches himself slowly- before you lay down, holding out your arms for him. "hm?" you wonder, and he swallows again.

"I.." he starts, eyes averting. "I've never done that before." he confesses, and you snort.

"it's fine being a virgin kook." you joke, and his eyes sharpen at that stab you make, ego scratched and ready to take on a challenge that's not even there. "trust me, you won't be worse than that time I've done it before." you laugh, though he becomes serious at that.

"what do you mean?" he asks, and you shrug, not looking at him anymore.

"I know you won't treat me like.. well, a free meal." you say, and he leans down to press his lips carefully against yours.

"never." he whispers against them, before he kisses you again- taking his time, even though his headache is getting pretty bad. He can feel his heart pumping slow and harsh, but he refuses to just give into his desires without even giving you any form of affection in return. You're being so selfless right now, it's only fair for him to do the same.

His hands hold yours as his lips travel to the side of your neck- pulse warm and steady, way quicker than his own weakened one. He's careful to place one of his sharper fangs into your skin- the bite he makes tender, careful, not at all filled with the desperation you've experienced in the past. He doesn't know that he bites right where your ex had done it- he doesn't know that he's basically erasing the last mark and trace of your past, starting a new chapter that's already looking a lot brighter.

Meanwhile Jungkooks head is empty.

He can't help the needy sounds escaping him as his mouth fills with your blood- senses overloaded by you, you, and nothing else. His hold on your hands is a little tighter now, his breathing picking up as he satisfies his craving. One of his hands leaves yours for a second, grabbing onto the material of his t-shirt, before he pulls it over his head, holding it to the small puncture wound on your neck. "hold it, I'll be right back." he says breathlessly, uncaring of a little bit of red staining the side of his lips. He sways a bit as he gets up too quickly it seems, giggling to himself when he stumbles over his feet on the way into the bathroom to fetch a bandaid. When he later on puts it onto your little wound, he's got his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek in concentration, thoughts hazy and distant as he struggles to put it on properly. You laugh when he pouts childishly when it's a slight bit tilted- slapping his hand away when he tries to remove it and do it again.

"noo it looks all crooked!" he whines, and you laugh, because he's just so ridiculous. Sitting there with no shirt, toned body and full of tattoos, but complaining like a child that's failed to draw something well enough to have it hung on the fridge. "it needs to be pretty." he mumbles, before he dashes forward, hugging you close. "like you." he chuckles, nuzzling his face into your chest, making you laugh.

"are you always like that afterwards?" you giggle. "I've never seen someone so cute during their high." you say, and he grins at you, before kissing your cheek.

"I'm cute because, and,-" he drifts off, looking at you for a moment. "do you think we can order something to eat?" he asks, resting his face on your chest. "I'm hungry. I want to have pork belly now- you eat that too right?" he asks, and you laugh, nodding.

"but let's take a nap first, clear your thoughts." you say. "you're all fluffy in the head, let's calm down first."

"you liked my kiss right?" he asks. "I thought it was good timing- it was right? It was like in those dramas.." he rambles, drifting off as he becomes tired.

You just hum a reply, running your fingers through his hair while he falls asleep-

You yourself following soon after.

[hegodamask]

Okay, trying not to post too much of my face on here these days but please can I talk about Denise Gough for a second because!! I just! I..! 💀

She 100% made my Celebration. I very rarely do things like this because I get so nervous about embarrassing myself. But she was just so lovely in the short time I met her.

Full embarrassing ramble under the cut:

So the photo-op was a super quick in-and-out, but when Denise saw me she leaned in and said "great hair" before we took ours. So that was like whew. Okay! This is fine. This is fine.

I personally think this is why I have a slightly crazed expression in the original uncovered photo.

But when I came back later for the signing, the whole thing was nearly ruined by the badly-managed queues in the autograph hall. I'm not a regular con-goer, but it felt like the Excel just didn't have enough space for an event as big as Celebration this time around.

My dumb-ass accidentally queued with the VIPs and when I realised I was in the wrong line, a bunch of us got moved to an overflow queue on the other side of Denise's booth. We were there for ages and for a moment we were like "have they forgotten about us over here??"

But it was so worth it in the end. She recognised me from the photo-op earlier and was like "it's the lovely hair!" at which point I died again. She signed my Andor print with the "get on with it" quote and explained about how she came up with that line. Meanwhile I'm thinking "Yes, I know. I've read and watched every Andor interview you've ever done ilysm 😭😭"

Initially, I wasn't going to give her one of my stickers. I was worried she wouldn't get it (apart from @sarcasmismydefaultmode and a nice lady I met in line for the Villains panel, the few other people I tried to give my SWAG to seemed a bit...confused.) But others ahead of me in line were giving her stuff, so when she'd finished signing my poster I just went for it and said "can I give you a sticker?"

And she was like "of course, I love presents!" I gave her the Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss one and I think she found it funny. I think she said something about seeing a video online of Dedra's girlboss moments.

Then she was like "do you want a pin?"

and I was like "yes please??" 😳😳😳 while mentally freaking out the whole time.

And then she gets out the Andor pin set which I'd already bought, but shh I'm not gonna say no to a pin from Denise Gough, am I??? and gives me the Dedra pin. There was a kid watching us, whose Dad was next in line. She said she would give the kid one too, but joked that he probably didn't want one of Dedra.

I took my pin and my poster and said "thank you so much, bye!" in the highest voice ever.

Then she blew me a kiss as I walked away and I died for the fourth time. 💀

I've had some mixed feelings about Celebration this year, but this was the highest of high points. I wish I could've said a little more to her, but I was super nervous (plus feeling very hungry, tired and hot by that point in the day) but I'm really grateful for the brief interaction we had!

[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 12

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, dom!seokmin, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, masturbation, lots of sexual frustration teehee ❤️‍🔥, mentions of choking!kink, annoyed?frustrated?seokmin, a bigger mess heh kjfksd Oh boy! 😛 Yeehaw everyone, welcome to Friday 🥂 Very excited very excited~ I will be posting an updated schedule on Sunday btw!! It’s just going to be temporary but I will be changing it for a little bit to give myself a bit of a break 🥺💕 Kinda going thru a bit of a moment so I think I need to lessen the load for a minute~! As always thank you so much for your continued support and love with ND 😭💕It means so much to me during all this time~ I will be answering inbox msgs tmr but for now enjoy ch 12! I love you and have a safe weekend! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - ?

*queued post.

You can’t help but stare at every male that passes by you on campus the next day on your way to meet Seokmin - finally glad to be able to have a fitting with him after what felt like ages.

“Hey, watch where you’re—oof!”

“Fuck, sorry–”

A gasp leaves your lips as you peer up at the person who you’ve ran into; a sheepish smile on your face when you realize it’s Seokmin.

“Whoa, wait, was your hair always that dark?”

“Huh? I mean, I redyed it black recently for the musical? They asked me to so I kinda had to.”

“Oh... Huh.”

The two of you stare at each other for a second longer before he’s smiling and ushering you forward so that the two of you can walk together to the costuming department on campus.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in a good minute - I don’t even remember what you look like anymore~” He comments jokingly; heart doing a flip when you pout back at him.

“Hey, I could say the same! I haven't seen you for a few days and I feel like there’s so much different about you! What else about you changed, huh? Am I going to have to resize all your costumes too?”

“If it means we get to spend more time together, I wouldn’t mind~”

Your cheeks are warm, palms clammy as you avoid his teasing stare.

“S–shut up, weirdo!”

The two of you settle in as always; easy conversations held between the two of you as you re-measure and re-pin parts of his costume that seemed to fit differently on him now.

“You were joking but I really do have to fix some of these, Seokmin!”

“Sorry! Jihoon-hyung coerced me to go to the gym with him and I guess it–it must’ve done something… I didn’t mean to make you do extra work…” He pouts at you as you sigh jokingly - fingers reaching for another pin as he stands on the raised platform in the middle of the curved mirrors.

He had gone to the gym a few times with Jihoon in between his busy schedule; somehow feeling obliged to go with the older male.

“Don’t apologize, it’s fine~ It’s what my job is, right? It’s not like it’s hard either - it’s just adjusting and letting out some of the fabric. And–and anyway, it–it probably would look great for the character you’re portraying so...”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you continue to work but it’s Seokmin’s lips that itch to say something when you step away to collect more materials.

“So… How have you been lately? Busy?”

“Hmm? Um, not–not particularly? It’s, uh, kind of b-been quiet I guess…” Mumbling, you turn away from him so that he can’t see the flustered look on your face when you remember the events of the previous night.

It’d been hard to sleep and even harder to get up in the morning when the contents of your dreams also contained snippets of what’d happened - but Seokmin didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, that’s… good? Not too stressful then? I feel like we kind of had a lot on our plate for a bit there.” He smiles at your back, soft and gentle even when you can’t see it.

You almost want to laugh but you keep it inside; nodding as you turn back to him.

“Yeah, I–I’ve been trying to be better with managing... that. How about you?”

He hums as you step closer, eyeing the box of pins you have in your hand before he peers up and into the mirror to take a look at himself. “Me–me too. I’m really excited for the musical to start, to be honest… I think it’ll be a good thing. It’ll probably get my head focused on other stuff... And it’ll get Soonyoung-hyung to stop dragging me to frat parties. I think my liver is going to give out.”

“Maybe all the chaos will be a good, different kind~”

The two of you share a laugh before you’re gesturing for Seokmin to turn - only for him to trip on his own feet and start falling off of the raised platform.

“Oh, fuck—”

“Seokmin…!”

The breath is knocked out of you and the box of pins in your hand goes flying as Seokmin’s body comes crashing into yours; the cold mirror meeting your back when he pushes you up against it.

His hands are on either side of your head and his right leg is caged in between your own as his chest meets yours.

“Ow… fuck…”

Letting out a groan, you open your eyes to meet Seokmin’s chest before your eyes dart up to meet his own surprised expression.

“I–um–”

“Are—are you okay? I’m s-sorry I–I’m so clumsy… I tripped on my own foot, for fuck’s sake...”

His breath is barely above a whisper as you gulp; his scent intoxicating as he keeps you caged against the mirror.

“I, y-yeah, I’m… okay. Just—I think I hit my head on the mirror when—when you fell on me…”

Dirty images of Seokmin fucking you against the mirrors flit through your mind in an instant as you grimace.

Stop that, you tell yourself.

Except Seokmin fares no better.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You looked really hurt for a second there…”

“Ah, yeah, ha–haha, just… just felt a little weird… I think I hit my head pretty hard...”

“Let me see.”

Seokmin doesn’t wait for you at all before his hands are threading through your hair - checking to make sure there weren’t any bumps or cuts from where you’d hit your head against the glass.

And you try to keep the moans in when you bite down on your bottom lip; careful to not draw blood when his fingertips start to massage your scalp in a way that has your eyes wanting to roll to the back of your head.

“Ngh… Mmnh…”

Your eyes are wide as saucers as Seokmin pauses. “I—sorry, that–that felt nice, but I–I think I’m okay now, though… We–we should finish the fitting before it gets late, um, ‘cause you have somewhere to be after this, right? Musical rehearsals?”

Seokmin gulps; quietly committing to memory how sweet your voice just sounded only moments prior.

“Y–yeah, okay, that–that sounds good! I probably shouldn’t be late!”

It was criminal how easily he made you cum.

Filthy words and dirty promises making you tip over the edge over and over until your body couldn’t take it anymore.

��Oh? And a brat like you is gonna give me orders? Your dumb ‘lil cunt can’t even hold back an orgasm just hearing my voice. Tsk, so pathetic.”

You hold the vibrator firm against your clit as your other hand flies across the keyboard as quickly as you can type.

b@d_dream: needa cxum

b@d_dream: cum

“See? You’re just an easy cumslut for me, aren’t you?” Seokmin licks his lips, leaning closer into his mic as he stares off into the distance.

It’d gotten easier since he realized he didn’t need to be on camera to have people interested in him. 

The dirty thoughts in his head coming out naturally as he jerked himself off.

“Make that pussy cum for me, princess. I know you want to.”

And it’d been one measly little moment with you earlier in the day that had him frustrated beyond belief - almost unable to even pay attention when he had a meeting with the staff during rehearsals.

Anonymous498543: you seem so different tonight… but like good… different

User8492357: you seem mad? Its so hot

Anonymous0473947: please punish me

“Do I seem upset? Hah, I wouldn’t say that, necessarily~ Let’s just say I had a bit of a long day and thought I’d take it out on my dirty ‘lil cockslut. Afterall, that’s why you’re here, right? To make me feel good? You like making me happy, right, princess?”

The comments and donations are flying across the screen as he laughs cruelly; the sound of his slicked hand loud enough for the mic to catch as you let out a cry when you cum for the umpteenth time - fingers trembling and soaked with your wetness as you ride out the pleasure.

Except this time, the person that you’re imagining is Seokmin; the position he’d had you in earlier making your toes curl when you imagine him kissing you and fucking you right up against the mirror he had you pressed up against.

“Ngh, fuck, fuck, fuck, s–stop…” You mutter to yourself.

But the pleasure doesn’t stop as you continue to cum; toy firm against your clit as you grind against it.

“Oho~ My, my, did I really just make $8,000 in donations? You’re too kind~”

He lets out a groan as his grip on his cock tightens, “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to cum so bad… I’ve been holding off but I can’t stop thinking about wrapping my fingers around your pretty neck… While I make you watch yourself in the mirror.”

A gasp leaves your lips as you freeze - a buzz in your body making a rush of wetness drip and soak the chair underneath you.

“I want you to see how fucked out you look when I’m pounding your pretty ‘lil cunt and choking that pretty throat of yours too… That desperate expression when I make you work for your orgasm~”

He pauses, licking his lips as he lets out a frustrated scoff. 

“I want you to see your pretty face when I ruin you~”

Your mouth is dry and open in shock at Dokyeom’s sudden roughness but the frustrations from your day almost seem to match his own as you shrug off his complete switch in nature.

After all, he’d already gotten you to cum multiple times in one night and you weren’t complaining.

b@d_dream: cum

b@d_dream: please 

You hear him let out a sultry moan and now you’re more focused on him cumming than reaching another orgasm as the comments that follow your own mimic your sentiments exactly.

And Dokyeom doesn’t need to see any more before he’s cumming hard - streaks of cum painting his naked chest and hand as he growls and rides out the pleasure.

Mental images floating through his mind and making him sigh frustratedly in the midst of his high.

He had to do something else.

You fall asleep soon after - the tiredness of your multiple orgasms lulling you to sleep easily for once as you ease into a dreamless sleep.

But what you miss is Dokyeom sending you a handful of messages in that time; each one seemingly panicked and frustrated.

Dokyeom: sorry I know this is out of nowhere

Dokyeom: but I really want to meet you

Dokyeom: I feel like I’m going crazy not knowing who you are 

Dokyeom: I keep thinking about you and idk

Dokyeom: I don’t want to say its weird but I feel like my head is all mixed up

Dokyeom: can we just meet for coffee and if you hate me we don’t have to meet again

Dokyeom: I feel like I’m getting so confused over how I feel, but not in a bad way?

Dokyeom: Sorry I’m rambling

Dokyeom: let me know if you have the time 

Dokyeom: I’ll give you a time and place if you want to meet me

[th3-0bjectivist]

     Heya gang! Remember that thing called fun? Trick question, it’s 2023, of course you don’t! Last time we collectively had fun the *UNSPECIFIED VIRUS FROM UNKNOWN ORIGINS* wasn’t sweeping the globe, the American dollar wasn’t on the verge of losing its world reserve status, and we weren’t approaching World War 3 at hypersonic speed! So, allow me to submit a tune to Tumblr that will allow you to experience fun once again in all its giddy glory! This would be the second week in a row that I’m posting hip hop from France, and anybody who’s been following me for more than two adjacent seconds knows that when I tell you to smash play on a tune its almost never anything mainstream. This is Playa Shit from the 2016 album Special Intervention, and these are beats brought to you by a deejay and producer by the moniker of Nxxxxxs. Now, I’d love to tell you something interesting about the artist featured this week. However, I spent two or three days trying to find ANY pertinent information on this guy, and all I found were pictures, his discography and a few tiny pieces that allude to his character and evolution as an artist here and there. But scant and short interviews are hardly going to be enough to let you know what this guy stands for, and he seems to prefer a low profile. So instead, I’d like to point out that it’s been years since I posted any vaporwave music to my page, and Nxxxxxs brilliantly executes vaportrap. For those of you who aren’t familiar with vaporwave as a genre, smash play. You hear that? It’s elevator music, folks. Elevator music with modern rap vocals pasted on with industrial strength glue. Look at the video’s thumbnail; it’s a reflection of Bart Simpson, representing old school and new school thoughts and aesthetic themes. These are the pillars of vaporwave. It’s a genre of music that almost makes fun of itself as it sounds commercial in style on the surface but is anything but commercial in substance underneath the surface. That about wraps it up for phonk entries from France, so enjoy. And join me next week because I’ve got a real, real dirty American banger queued up.

     Here's his Soundcloud, Twitter and Instagram handles. If you want any additional information on this fella, you’re going to have to extrapolate and gather it yourself as he seems to relish himself in anonymity. Image source: https://www.facebook.com/nfivexs/

[pies-writes-and-more]

jealous

Word Count: 3,130

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some insecurity angst (only a little though) but all fluff otherwise!

A/N: thank you for the help and love you two give me @satan-ruler-of-hells​ @thisnoodlewritesao3​. Was having a shitty day so I queued this fic up to hopefully bring some smiles to people’s faces <3

Haikyuu Masterlist

Ushijima would never understand why people flocked to him the way they did during tournaments. No matter where the team went, there were people begging for answers to their invasive questions, people screaming in excitement as soon as they saw them, but why?

“You’re a big strong attractive dude, Ushi, I dunno what to tell ya. Not to mention, you’re the ace of a powerhouse school,” Tendō laughed when Ushijima asked him why. But it wasn’t like any of these girls knew him so why were they always asking for pictures?

But despite not really understanding, Ushijima often complied with the request for photos, standing there as stoic as ever, not even bothering to crack a smile. He didn’t want to make anyone upset and he felt like just going along with it might actually be easier than trying to run away.

But today, Tendō watched as one girl got prepared for a selfie, and surprised Ushijima with a kiss on the cheek for the photo. She squealed in excitement, thanking him even as she ran away. The two Shiratorizawa boys stood there in confusion, Tendō’s eyes looking around to make sure you weren’t around to experience that.

Ushijima stood there for a moment longer, his hand going up to his cheek and touching the place she had kissed him. Had that really just happened? How odd. Why would someone he had never even met before do something like that?

The thought left his mind as soon as it had entered, turning around to follow Tendō onto the court. But he noticed how his friend’s eyes seemed to glance around the hallway, as if looking for someone, then fall on him questioningly.

“What is it?” Ushijima asked, watching his friend’s eyes carefully. 

Tendō just laughed and shook his head, “I’m just glad poor Y/N didn’t have to watch that. Can’t say I’d envy her.”

Ushijima’s brow tensed a little hearing those words, trying to comprehend Tendō’s words and tone, “I don’t understand.”

“I mean, you’re constantly followed around by girls and you must see some of them all the time at every one of our tournaments. But you and Y/N haven’t had a lot of time to see each other now that practice is every day right? Plus... what girl wants to see her boyfriend get kissed by some random fangirl?” Tendō explained, holding his hands behind his head as they walked into the stadium courts. 

Ushijima frowned a bit, still not fully comprehending. You knew that he was busy with volleyball and you knew he loved you, didn’t you? So why did it matter what some insignificant people thought? Or what some random person did for that matter? Sure, it was an uncomfortable kiss and was awkward but would it matter? He didn’t even know the girl. 

Unbeknownst to either of them, the girl had posted the pic onto social media. Swarms of jealous students and gossip news reporters started to share the picture and repost it with the question “Is this Ushijima’s girlfriend?”

It didn’t take long for you to be tagged. One of your friend had sent the photo with a questioning keyboard smash, wondering if you had known.

You hadn’t.

You had been up in the stands when it all took place - you didn’t see Ushijima often before a game since he was usually stretching while you got there early to get good seats. You had been sitting up in the stands, talking to another friend of yours and some of the other players’ friends and family. But when you saw the picture, it was like everything around you started to move in slow motion.

Your heart felt like it was moving up your throat, your chest tightening. Who was this girl? Your fingers instantly clicked onto her profile, glancing at all of her public photos. She was gorgeous, thin, smart by the looks of it too. She even had a picture or her playing volleyball.

Something inside of you asked the question, “Would Ushijima be better off with someone like her?”

He wasn’t following her on social media, so he didn’t know who she was. It wasn’t uncommon for people to post their photos with Ushijima, but no fans had ever been so bold to kiss him for a picture before.

You couldn’t even remember the rest of the game. Your stomach was churning so much you thought you were going to be sick.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Your friend asked when they realized you hadn’t cheered as loud as you normally did during the games. You quickly plastered on a smile, nodding quickly.

“I’ve got to head out early! Tell the boys I said congratulations!” You asked them as the game came to an end, your feet quickly moving out of the stadium before the crowds left.

Ushijima could’ve sworn you had been up in the stands and you always came to his games. So where were you? Why hadn’t you come down yet? He stood in the hallway, watching as crowds of people left. Loads of them congratulated him or tried to strike up a conversation with him. But not a single one of them was you.

“Oh Ushijima! Y/N asked me to say congratulations!” Someone smiled up at him giving a thumbs up. He recognized them, they were friends with you weren’t they? So you had been here...

Ushijima’s forehead creased ever so slightly, “Where is she?”

“She said she had to go for some reason! She didn’t look so good when she left to be honest. Maybe she was feeling sick?” Your friend shrugged and gave another wave before rushing off.

Ushijima glanced at his phone, finding no notifications from you. If you had been feeling sick, why wouldn’t you tell him?

“You alright there, Ushi?” Tendō called, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We won, it’s time to go! What’re you standing around for?” His head spun around, looking for the missing part of their trio. “Where’s Y/N? It’s almost time for our celebratory dinner!”

“She left,” was all he said with a frown.

Tendō sucked in some air nervously, glancing at his own phone and all the notifications he had gotten over the recent scandal photo. “Think it might have to do with this?” He asked, showing the post to his friend. “Didn’t you get tagged in it too? Seems like the whole team was.”

“I don’t have notifications for those apps,” Ushijima shrugged. “I get tagged in a lot of things and it gets annoying.”

Tendō pouted at this, realizing that’s why Ushijima never responded to the hilarious things he would send him.

Ushijima was still frowning, wondering why everyone seemed so concerned with his dating life. He scrolled through the notifications that Tendō had on his phone, news reporters questioning Ushijima’s relationship status, people from their school mentioning Y/N and curiously wondering if they had broken up. 

All of this over some random girl? He glanced at her post a little closer, noting the caption read, “Ushi” with a little heart emoji next to it. He hadn’t been happy at all that some girl had decided to plant a kiss on his cheek but he never had the chance to tell her that before she ran off. 

“Why would Y/N leave over that?” Ushijima finally spoke, glancing again at his own phone to see if maybe you had texted him in the last few minutes.

Tendō sighed and raised an eyebrow to him, “Ushijima, some people get jealous.”

Jealous. The word echoed in Ushijima’s mind as he tried to consider the possibility that you were jealous over someone whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Wouldn’t you be jealous if you saw someone posting a similar photo of Y/N?” Tendō asked with a tilt to his head, curiously watching his friend’s expression. 

Ushijima let the thought cross over his mind while the two of them walked to where the rest of the team had gathered. What if some dude had posted a picture of Y/N, kissed her cheek, and everyone had assumed they were together? He frowned and shook his head of the awful thought, now understanding that maybe jealousy was that pit in his stomach he was currently experiencing. 

Although Coach Washijo growled a little in response, Ushijima insisted that he would not be joining the team for a celebratory dinner. When Goshiki asked Tendō where Ushijima was going, he’d just shrug and smile saying, “He’s off to be a good boyfriend.”

It must’ve been strange, seeing this tall man running around town, looking confused and frustrated. Numerous people around him glanced back at him, watching him with questioning eyes as he passed but Ushijima didn’t even noticed. He needed to make sure that you were okay.

You weren’t really sure why you left so quickly after the game was over. You knew the longer you waited to have this conversation with Ushijima, the more awkward you’d feel and the more upset that he’d be that you hadn’t brought it up sooner.

It’s not like you were mad at him or anything - how could you be? It wasn’t like he was the one kissing her, or that he had known she was going to do that - you knew it wasn’t the latter since Ushijima wasn’t all that big on PDA anyways so there was no way he’d be okay with it with some random girl... you hoped at least.

So if you weren’t mad, why did you run? You frowned as you tried to think of a good excuse, trying to tear apart the reasons for your behaviour. But all you could really think of is how insecure you had felt, seeing that picture. That girl was everything and you were... well what even were you?

Ushijima didn’t know how to beat around the bush - he didn’t know anything but being blunt and honest. So he had to be with you for a reason right? If he wanted to break up with you, he would’ve... right?

You groaned quietly, stuffing your face into the pillow you were holding into your lap. You needed to text him - he was probably wondering why you didn’t stay till after the game. But he hadn’t even texted you... hadn’t called... maybe he hadn’t noticed? You glanced at your phone one more time, as if waiting to see a notification you had missed or a text that you hadn’t heard the alert for.

Maybe you should just call him. Maybe if he hadn’t noticed, you both could just go out for food or have a nice night in and you could forget you ever saw that photo. You nodded slightly at your plan, moving your finger to call him. 

But a knock on your door distracted you. You looked up at the sound, glancing between that and your phone.

You dragged yourself out of bed, starting to type out a very nonchalant casual text to Ushijima as you made your way downstairs. Though it was very obvious once you opened the door that the text wasn’t needed.

“Y/N.”

What was it about the way he said your name that sent chills down your spine? 

You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing that all that time spent coming up with excuses was useless because here he was right in front of you, panting slightly, and you were drawing a blank.

“H-Hi, Ushijima,” you hesitated slightly, both standing there awkwardly until he nodded towards the inside of your house.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, his voice more gentle than usual even with his heavy breathing. 

You nodded slowly and let him in, watching as he tucked his shoes away and stood in front of you as if waiting for you to say something.

“So... congratulations on your win,” you offered after moments of silence.

His eyes just watched you, as if checking to make sure you were okay, “Your friend said you had to leave. They also mentioned you weren’t feeling well. Is that why you didn’t stay?”

You stuttered out some sort of syllables that were no where near to being words as your boyfriend placed his hand on your forehead, cupping your cheeks in his other hand, “You don’t feel feverish but you are a bit warm,” he stated quietly. “Would you like me to make you some soup?”

You shook your head quickly, stepping back from him slightly, “I’m okay, Ushijima, promise. My... stomach just didn’t feel right.”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched you, “Your stomach?”

You nodded, staring at your feet. You should just be honest, shouldn’t you? Ushijima was always honest with you. But what if you were honest and he came to the same realization - that he could do better than you?

“So this has nothing to do with that Instagram post?” Ushijima’s voice was stiffer this time around, almost... awkward? He shifted on his feet, trying to get you to look at him but when you wouldn’t, he just gently put his fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze to his. “Please talk to me, darling.”

It was as if you had been hiding tears this whole time and didn’t even realize it. But the softness in his voice and his eyes, the way he touched you, just made your eyes start to tear up, “It’s stupid,” you admitted after a moment and Ushijima’s thumb wiped away a tear that escaped you. “I know you don’t even know her.”

He nodded in response, stepping a bit closer to you now, “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” he told you, confirming what you had already assumed. “But I’m sorry.”

You gave a little laughing, shaking your head, “Ushijima, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know you take pictures with your fans sometimes.”

“No, I’m sorry because I didn’t understand why you would be upset at it at first. But Tendō helped me understand. Please don’t go taking photos like that with other men,” Ushijima asked you and made you laugh again. “I... I wouldn’t like it.” He admitted shyly, his lips turning to a small smile as he watched you laugh.

“She’s rather pretty though,” you mumbled softly, finally wiping the rest of your tears that were building in your eyes. “I just... You two look really good together.”

Ushijima seemed to think about this, lifting his eyes up to the ceiling as he considered your words, “She’s not ugly.” He stated simply, finally looking back down at you. “But I have no feelings towards her.”

“Feelings can be developed,” you suggested, hating every word that was coming from your mouth. Why were you arguing for him to leave you? Why were you trying to convince him?

Ushijima gave a chuckle this time, patting your head softly, “Why would I want to develop feelings for anyone else when I have so many feelings for you? You have nothing to be jealous over, love.”

Ushijima always said things with such honesty and you knew he would never say anything he didn’t mean... but didn’t he know there were girls out there much better than you?

“You are the one I want to be with. Not anyone else. All those girls I see at my games all look the same. But when I look at you,” Ushijima let his thumb graze over your lips gently, a small smirk on his lips, “I have to remind myself to stop looking at you. I have to tell myself that I’m staring. Before we started dating, Tendō told me you might think I was creepy because I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

You giggled, trying to not focus on the tingles this man’s finger left on your lips, “Oh ya?”

Ushijima just nodded firmly and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Y/N. I couldn’t care less about anyone else. Do you trust me?”

The question hung in the air for a moment - you knew you did but how long would it be before he realized just how incredible he was?

“Yeah,” you whispered, trying to shove down all of your anxieties. 

He watched you and even though you were saying yes, there was something about the way you were standing that didn’t match with your words. Ushijima wasn’t the best at understanding people, but he knew you. “Everyone of those fans would stop coming up to me if I wasn’t as good at volleyball. One day, when I can’t play as well anymore, or if I ever get injured, all those fans will disappear. But the only one I’d still want with me is you. That’s how I know I love you.”

And even if it was just for a moment, all your anxieties stopped. You smiled to yourself and threw your arms around him into a tight hug. Ushijima’s massive arms wrapped around you as he pressed more kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Next time, please talk to me honestly,” he whispered to you.

You nodded into his shoulder, closing your eyes tightly and murmuring back, “I love you too.”

The two of you would end up in your room, curled up with some show playing in the background before you’d sit up in realization, blinking at him in surprise, “Hang on, didn’t the team go for your celebration dinner?”

Ushijima shrugged and nodded, glancing at the time displayed on his phone screen, “Yeah they should be done soon. I imagine Tendō will text me to make sure you’re okay after.”

Your forehead creased in worry, staring at him, “Did... Did they drop you off on the way or something?”

Ushijima’s eyes shared your level of confusion, tilting his head as he tried to think about your question, “Why would they?”

“Ushijima, how the hell did you get here?” You asked with wide eyes, remembering how out of breath he was and wanting to hear the words from his lips.

“I ran,” he stated simply as if it was such a casual thing to do. “Is that important to know?”

“Babe, your tournament was across the city,” you gaped, mouth open slightly as your eyes widened even further. “That must’ve been such a long run, especially after a game!”

Ushijima thought for a moment, thinking about how the team had to take a bus to the games today, and how Y/N had to take transit. His mind tried to calculate the distance, though it wasn’t likely he’d get an answer. He just shrugged, thinking nothing of it as he settled back into your bed, “I could’ve gone farther,” was all he said as he pulled you in for some more cuddles, “as long as it was for you.”

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[princess-of-inarizaki]

hi!! idk if your requests are open (if they aren’t then just ignore this!) but would you be able to write something about any teams you want seeing their sweet lil manager in a maid costume? like maybe it’s the school festival and the volleyball team gets assigned to be a maid/butler cafe and the boys just lose it when they see manager-chan in her outfit

Oh my gosh. Maid costumes. Yes, just yes. Ladies and gentlemen I have found my new obsession.

Thanks for requesting, anon <3

Inarizaki seeing you in a maid's costume.

So school's almost out... But before that, comes the cherry on top! and something most students totally look forward to— the summer school festival.

this is where each club kinda opens up a booth of their own, and the club with the most visitors win a cash prize (I mean, money does seem like pretty sweet compensation, right?)

Anyways !! The boys are really really determined to win. They need funding for stuff like jerseys and transportation to games (so they're really set on coming up with something good)

“how about a butler café?” you suggest, with a smirk, getting the idea from watching black butler a few days ago.

“we can't all be butlers” drawls Suna, his head in your lap. Apparently, he was super tired after practice and couldn't help but settle down quietly during the discussion.

“I'll just be a maid then” you said with a smile. “So it can be a butler-maid café”

Atsumu nods enthusiastically whilst Osamu is already jotting down some ideas on what to serve. meanwhile, Kita is already assigning everyone with duties

Kita: so y/n will be a maid whilst Atsumu, Suna, and Akagi will be butlers. Osamu will make the food, and I'll help him in the kitchen. Aran will work on the counter handling the money. Is everyone clear?

Everyone else: yes sir

So the days passed with Osamu and Kita perfecting the menu and Atsumu, Suna and Akagi getting your help with their butler costumes.

However, you never showed them yours (preferring to keep it a secret and reveal it on the big day) frankly, the boys had little to no expectations regarding the maid outfit. They weren't aware of how maid outfits were seen as pretty sexy, so the thought of it never crossed their minds.

Finally, the big day arrived and you were busy slipping into your maid costume. It had the right amount of frills and looked really cute on you.

“I don't remember it being this short though” you said uneasily with a small blush as you emerged to find the boys. The skirt was only a few inches down your thigh and rode up a whole lot whenever you sat down.

Finally, you saw the boys in their butler costumes and cleared your throat to alert them of your presence.

The boys:

Atsumu: oh my god... Y-you... Oh fuck. I- y/n you're so... (he can barely string words together, what have you done to him? XD)

Akagi: *passes out with a nosebleed*

Kita and Aran: prominent blushes as they turn away, cheeks red and hearts racing

Osamu and Suna aren't there since they're still pretty busy. You blush and hide your face between your hands. “Ahhh you guys stop staring, I know this looks horrible.”

That snapped them out of their trance as they rushed over to you (with the exception of Akagi), Atsumu gently strokes your cheek. “hey sweetheart, ya don't look horrible, okay? Yer' so beautiful, I'm having a hard time looking at you.”

You smile at him as Aran rubs your had reassuringly. “yeah you're gorgeous, y/n-san” says Kita with a small smile (and HUGE blush).

They're all just so collectively whipped as they further inspect you. I mean they never actually knew how lethal maid outfits could be but this was almost dangerous.

“Hey babe, why don't you go show 'Samu your outfit?” suggests Atsumu with a smirk.

“Oh good idea, Tsum Tsum!” you nod as you make your way to the back of the booth where Osamu and Suna are talking. They don't notice you yet, so you walk a bit closer (as Atsumu and the rest stare from a distance, ready to laugh at the boys' reactions).

Osamu and Suna: ...

Suna: marry me. Right now. You and me are getting married. And I'm going to take you home and we are going to—

Osamu: oh my god shut up! *Blushes and looks at y/n* Suna we need to talk about what she'll eat.

Osamu: I mean I'll eat y/n.

Osamu: *stuttering* I mean what we'll eat. Together. After this event. Oh my god y/n, my love?

Y/n: yes, Samu'?

Osamu: cupcake, please step away, I think my brain is short circuiting.

Atsumu, recording: fucking GOLD. He's so flustered it's almost sad 😭

Suna: y/n I mean it, we're getting married and from here on out, you are mine.

The rest of the boys: screw off <3

Y/n: (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Anyways, the event is a huge success, especially since most of the male students (and a few female ones) have the exact same reaction as our volleyball boys.

Paired with Atsumu, Suna, and Akagi's flair as charming and sexy butlers, it's no surprise you guys win the prize money and sell out everything in the café.

“till next year” whispers Suna wistfully as he watches you walk to the dressing room. “maid y/n you will be missed” he calls out playfully.

“tell me about it” say the rest simultaneously.

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[a/n] this was queued for soooo long, I realised I had set the date wrong so I just decided to post it now xD