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butter--peanut · 2 years

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I posted 1,817 times in 2022

That's 1,744 more posts than 2021!

329 posts created (18%)

1,488 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wind-becomes-lightning

@skykashi

@kirpyee

@drowningindango

@sky-obito

I tagged 1,547 of my posts in 2022

Only 15% of my posts had no tags

#bp answers - 244 posts

#new recruit - 91 posts

#kkob - 89 posts

#kamui blues - 87 posts

#obkk - 52 posts

#kakaobi - 38 posts

#writer things - 38 posts

#pitch black - 33 posts

#bp shortfic - 32 posts

#fic rec - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i’ve been so curious to see what these characters would look after outside of my own mind after switching up their most distinctive features

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Gradually, incrementally, Kakashi felt his breathing slow, coming in sync with Obito’s. They looked at one another, Sharingan across from Sharingan, as his companion guided him out of his panic.

Thank you so much @nyctibrae for this gorgeous commission from Chapter 19 of Kamui Blues — I love this so so much! (scene under the cut).

“Come on, Companion,” Obito said gently. “Calm yourself. Pull yourself out of the cycle.”

And the fever of his killing intent broke.

Kakashi gasped, and then Obito was on him, pulling him towards himself and crushing him against his chest in an embrace. Kakashi kept gasping and choking, his chest heaving, and Obito was murmuring things softly, I’m sorry and you’re safe and I’m safe, and his side of the link was wide open, and Kakashi opened his too and connected his consciousness with his companion’s, and something that felt small and brittle like a twig snapped in his heart, and he felt the tears start to form on his face.

Obito moved his head away and looked at Kakashi, and his expression matched the twin emotions Kakashi could feel from him, of sadness and care. Then he cradled Kakashi’s face in his hand and pressed his forehead against Kakashi’s, like Kakashi had done for him when he himself had been brought back to life. Kakashi didn’t blink, didn’t look away; his eyes felt impossibly wide and his body shook on each of his gasping breaths. Obito accepted this, moving as he moved, keeping their foreheads pressed together.

Gradually, incrementally, Kakashi felt his breathing slow, coming in sync with Obito’s. They looked at one another, Sharingan across from Sharingan, as his companion guided him out of his panic.

125 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

I love your fics so much, ty for writing!! But I have a question: in Kamui Blues why did Obito send Kakashi a note in the first place? Surely he knew that their dimension is connected via their Mangekyo and if he let Kakashi know someone else could use it the only logical conclusion would be someone has Obito's eye. Wouldn't he, as a mass murderer who's given everything for his plan, have been worried that Kakashi would figure it out?

Let me answer this question in 3081 words, because I’ve been wanting an excuse to write Ch1 of Kamui Blues from Obito’s PoV :)

Going to count this as Kamui Blues prompt request #13 (previous requests), t rated for swears.

Obito lay on his back, dazed, concussed, covered in leaves and dust. To his left lay a tree. It had landed with a heavy thump on his head from above, then toppled to the side, just as Obito himself had toppled backwards, momentarily blacking out from the force of impact.

He hadn’t seen it in time.

One might think that a tree-sized object would be a bit noticeable, but on the other hand, this had never happened to him before. Not in the fifteen plus years that Obito had been inhabiting this place formed by his eye. Random shit didn’t just show up in his dimension without him bringing it there in the first place.

As his hardworking Zetsu cells went into overdrive and the concussion began to ease, Obito tried to think through how this ridiculously improbable event could have happened.

Had he subconsciously brought the tree here?

Surely not. When the tree swirled through, he’d been thinking about the dream he wanted his future world to become. There were no trees that played a particularly prominent role in his dream. Just Rin and Kakashi, and the conundrum that Obito had to work through to make sure that his dream was realistic enough to be believable…

And there was no way for anyone else to access this space. This dimension was formed by his Mangekyo Sharingan, so could only be accessed via Mangekyo.

Although...

Well. There was, technically, one other person who had access to it.

Had Kakashi, after fifteen years, discovered his Mangekyo Sharingan?

He searched for Kakashi, wanting to see if his prediction was correct, and after growing steadily more annoyed at being unable to find him in his regular spots around Konoha, Obito eventually located him on a stretcher, being carried to the hospital, his pink-haired student walking beside his unconscious body looking concerned.

Chakra exhaustion, he heard Sakura say to one of the other accompanying medi-nins, watching through a sliver of a gap between his dimension and the Earth.

Chakra exhaustion.

Obito snorted, closing the portal.

It seemed Kakashi had, indeed, learnt that he had access to Mangekyo. And because he had laughable chakra reserves, the attempt to use it had caused him to pass out like a fresh pre-genin moulding chakra for the first time. What a weakling. Hardly the prodigy he used to be.

Well, that at least cleared one thing up. If this was what happened when Kakashi tried to use Mangekyo, his old teammate was hardly likely to try again. Obito once more had his dimension to himself.

Which was a good thing. He didn’t need the worthless version of Kakashi interrupting him while he spent his few hours of downtime trying to plan for the reunion with Rin and the non-worthless version of Kakashi.

Obito sat back down against the block, and closed his eye, and tried to continue his mental exercise.

Somehow, he couldn’t seem to stop opening his eye and glaring at the tree. Even half-dead and lying in the hospital bed, Kakashi was an annoyance.

Obito touched the tree and sent it far, far away, to some desolate rocky outcrop he remembered from the Land of Iron.

There. No more distraction.

He settled down again in his usual spot. Without the tree, his dimension felt oddly larger than normal. More cavernous, more empty.

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One month later, an acorn landed on Obito’s head.

Obito picked the tiny acorn off the floor and stared at it as though it held all the roots of this meaningless existence. Then he went again to find Kakashi.

He started from the location where he had found him on a stretcher last time and followed the lone path past patchy forest to just beyond the edge of Konoha. There he found Kakashi lying on his back in a training ground. His hitai-ate was up, but his Sharingan eye was shut tight. His other eye was open, staring up at the sky. He was very pale and breathing heavily.

After several minutes, Kakashi pushed himself up from the ground with shaking limbs and stumbled back in the direction of his apartment.

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Sometimes writing is less like science or art and more like magic. Some days I struggle to write 1,000 words. And other days...I catch covid and spend the day writing in bed and manage to draft a 12,000 word story that came into my mind at 3am this morning.

Like.... whoa how did that happen who gave my writing wings today

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My #1 post of 2022

And through the link Kakashi felt his fear mingling with his awe, now that Obito could see what Kakashi had been able to see for several days.

After everything, the Jonin uniform does suits him.

Thank you @vita-divata for this stunningsweetgorgeous commission of Obito and Kakashi from chapter 21 of Kamui Blues. You brought the scene to life in a way that was even better than in my head. I love it more than I can possibly convey.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #teehee #It’s been a fun year on this sweet hellsite

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moosifers · 2 years

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I posted 1,894 times in 2022

That's 1,595 more posts than 2021!

175 posts created (9%)

1,719 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@theowlseye

@chaoszonenate

@kaltstrahls

@hylaversicolor

I tagged 1,541 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#mgs - 582 posts

#fanart - 225 posts

#emil's shenanigans - 122 posts

#solid snake - 114 posts

#revolver ocelot - 88 posts

#cat - 68 posts

#art - 56 posts

#ask - 55 posts

#big boss - 51 posts

#the witcher - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#okay but like it is actually a big question for people on how they are going to let people know in the future that nuclear waste is buried t

My Top Posts in 2022:

@theowlseye and i whenever we talk about liquid snake

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someone gifting ocelot a mug that says "don't speak to me until I've had my ocelatte"

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Ah yes, the twin snakes, snavid and sneli

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ocelhira soulmates au is one of the funniest concepts to me they'd be sooo mad

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My #1 post of 2022

my parents thoughts while i've been playing through metal gear

ocelot is their meow meow. they would replace me as their child with ocelot

mom got very attached to BB's hospital gown look. she didn't know it's BB so has been referring to him as "buttcrack"

kaz is "pretty boy (derogatory)"

kaz is also brad pitt

quiet is "booby lady"

mom is entranced by the boob jiggle

both mom and dad expected venom and skullface to hold hands and kiss during their car ride

201 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

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gayforthesun · 2 years

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i hate you. but fine:

1. Jupiter 4

2. Jupiter 4 (marika hackman ver)

3. Calm Me Down (2020 top song)

4. Can't Run Forever (hembree)

5. The Woods (cosmo sheldrake/erin robinsong)

6. It Tore Your Heart Out (dirt poor robins)

7. Free

8. Cranium (slothrust)

9. Burn Butcher, Burn (this is so embarrasing)

10. FUNGUS (narcissist cookbook)

11. Baby Don’t Dance (im getting tired of using capital letters)

12. time’s been reckless (marika hackman)

13. B. I. T. M. siames

14. conquest of spaces 🥺

15. no one to nothing

16. murky waters (autoheart)

17. Hell and You (amigo the devil)

18. 81 (marika hackman)

19. crane your neck (lady lamb). this song is five minutes long and still. 19th

20. Two

21. Marrow (thao)

22. Functional poetry (2021 top song, narcissist cookbook)

23. i’ve got a bulletproof heart, you’ve got a hollow point smile, me and your runaway scara got a photograph dream on the getaway mile, LETS BLOW A HOLE IN THIS TOWN!

24. like real people do

25. the garden (happy fits)

26. send my love (marika)

27. temple (thao)

28. skeleton key (margot and the nuclear so and sos)

29. the bargain store (<3)

30. bath is black (marika)

31. slash/burn

32. The Heart Is A Muscle (Gang of Youths)

33. pure love

34. twin human highway flares

35. eastbound train (marika)

36. in the room where you sleep (dead man’s bones, which i found out recently is 50% ryan fucking gosling. i hate it here)

37. karma - acoustic

38. knife fight (nitw soundtrack)

39. The Universe is Laughing (the guggenheim grotto)

40. Apple (The Narcissist Cookbook)

41. To Die Today (caroline rose)

42. The Great Unknown (Ezra Furman) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

43. Cardiac Arrest (bad suns) (brainrot song of all time)

44. Seven

45. Oxford blood (autoheart. how did THIS song get up here)

46. You’ve got time

47. TALES OF DOMINICA

48. the stand (mother mother i feel the need to specify on this one given my past with the jojos)

49. LOVE BIIIIITES BUT SO DO I! SO DO IIIIIIII! (halestorm)

50. the Pattern (narcissist cookbook)

51. Joseph (autoheart)

52. Breathe (its funny that the only recent mm i have on here is the creepy and wet. the rest simply sucked)

53. Harbor Me

54. Weary Traveller (stick and poke) 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

55. Cinnamon (marika)

56. Oleander

57. Human Heart (thao)

58. Love Me More

59. Movement <3

60. hang on to yourself (WE’VE GOT LOVE’S ELECTRIC MAGIC) palaye royale… self proclaimed glam rock genre…

61. The Absolute Best Feeling (joshua bond)

62. Go Dumb (happy fits)

63. Resitance (muse)

64. I split my ribs open (left at london, open mike eagle)

65. Rule #21 - Memento Mori (fish in a birdcage)

66. Godhunter (aviators)

67. Well Dressed (hop along)

68. providence (poor man’s poison)

69. HAHAHAHA YOURE GONNA GO FAR, KID LMAO

70. Wolf (first aid kit)

71. I feel so weird (cheekface)

72. Death with Dignity (sufjan stevens)

73. Till it kills me (montaigne)

74. it’s alright

75. Furthest Star (Dirt Poor Robins) 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

76. Work Song (#2 last year)

77. Bolt (trocadero)

78. bloom (the paper kites)

79. Unperson (nothing but thieves)

80. skin and bones (CtE)

81. Sleepwalk (forrest day)

82. Marauders (thao)

83. I’ll Borrow Time (marika)

84. Grow Back (happy fits) (love you sappho charmer)

85. Into The Woods (autoheart)

86. Suck The Blood From My Wound (Ezra Furman) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️👍🏼❤️❤️👍🏼

87. Stronger Than Dead

88. Deep Green (marika)

89. When They Show Their Teeth (Doll Skin)

90. Nuclear (shamir)

91. Drop For Every Hour (amigo the devil)

92. 99 (elliot moss) (man i wish this had gotten 99th place)

93. Pain (3 days grace LOL)

94. Getaway

95. MONTERO

96. Muck and Mire (brown bird)

97. For Your Love (montaigne)

98. Cherry Wine - Live

99. Heart of a Dancer (happy fits)

100. Ghost Stories. I was here first. I had this before the spn tumblrinas. i’ll die on this hill

101. My Hallelujah (autoheart)

i am goinf to chew on you like a dogbone for making me do this btw

#the askbox equivalent of taping me in a cardboard box and stabbing me with knives…. ☹️#spotify wrapped #ave

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in-my-feels-probably · 9 months

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This is for your celebration event.

The character I've chosen (romantically) is Lucy Gray Baird from TBOSAS. I love her because she's sweet, a great singer, beautiful, enjoys the outdoors, and seems like a genuinely good person. I love how she loves to be free and knows her way around the woods. I love how she sigs when she has something to say and not just to perform, even if she does love that too.

Me, well, I'm a southern bell lesbian who grew up on a farm and in the woods. I enjoy taking care of animals. I love reading and drawing during breaks. My favorite music genres are pop and folk. I have 5 dogs. I'm 5'3, have a ton of freckles, and short hair. That's really all I can think of for myself.

Thank you so much for reading my request. Have a Happy New Year. <33

hi!

thank you for participating :)

lucy gray would very much feel like you’re her twin flame. you’re so similar to each other, and the simple things that made her happy made you happy too.

she’s such a free spirit and an outspoken person. but she’s also gentle and loving and compassionate, and shed see pieces of herself in you. and the fact that those are things about her that you love, that would make her so happy because it’s the things about herself she values most.

she’d find you so endearing too. like absolutely adorable. with your (i’m assuming lol) accent, and your aesthetic, and your love for the outdoors and animals. you’d share so many hobbies, it wouldn’t be hard finding something in common for you to do together.

you’d ALWAYS go and watch her perform, whether it was on her own or with the covey. and you’d always love listening to her write songs, always doing your best to help her when she’d ask for your input.

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you’d go down to the lake together, bringing her guitar along. you’d sit on the dock together, lucy gray’s head resting on your shoulder as she absentmindedly plucked the strings. you’d finally glance over at her, nudging her shoulder.

“hey…you alright?”

she’d perk up, quickly nodding. “i’m alright. why, do i not seem alright?”

“you seem a little…far away,” you’d say, gesturing to her guitar. “and you’ve been playing that same riff for about ten minutes now. it’s beautiful, but it sounds like your stuck. what’s wrong?”

“just can’t figure out what i’m trying to say, that’s all,” she’d murmur.

this was a problem she’d run across on occasion. but she was so talented, it never took her long to figure it out. and this one has been bothering her for a while now, so you decided to take her mind off of it for a little bit as you sat up straighter.

you’d smile, feeling a little bold. “say something about me, then. you haven’t done that yet.”

her cheeks would flush, but she’d chuckle, setting her guitar to the side. she’d hook a finger under your chin, smiling as she watched you shy away from her gaze. she’d hum, rubbing her thumb across your cheek.

“i’ve written plenty about you, darling. you just haven’t heard them yet.”

you’d grin, glancing down at her guitar. “well…i’m listening now?”

she’d smile with a light chuckle. “yes, you are.”

and just like that, she’d be back to her usual self, slipping her guitar back into her lap and playing a tune you had heard before but were just now getting the lyrics to.

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thanks again for participating! i hope you liked this :)

#lucy gray baird #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg #1.7k followers celebration #1.7k followers #1700 followers celebration #1700 followers #followers celebration

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booksandwords · 2 years

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New Year's with the Single Dad by Whitley Cox

Series: The Single Dads of Seattle, #6 Read time: 1 Day Rating: 3.5/5 Stars

The Quote: Don’t shy away from love simply because your heart has been broken. The heart mends. The heart is resilient. You are worthy of love. You are worthy of being someone’s everything again. Don’t waste the best years of your life angry at what was, and instead spend those years searching and hoping for what could be. — Zara Olsen

I quite liked this novella. Zara Olsen and Emmett Strong have quite possibly the most delightful meet cute I've read in a while. Twin coffee orders, as in identical and spoken in an almost eerie synchroisity. That is just the first of three unlikely conincidences that ahow their alignment. Their similarly aged children with the nicknames Nono and Jojo. Those super cute and adorably manipulative childrens comfort giraffes Zelda and Ziggy. Even their own childhood comfort toys still so present in their lives (Arabella Blossom von Bearson and Dr Arnold Strong respectivly) tied to their grandparents in diffent ways. The novella plays with the fate. The whole piece takes place over around 24 hours (excluding epilogue). In the first twelve they meet four times which includes them seeing each other in their professional settings as a florist and a doctor. This is a seasonal work that uses NYE as a time of growth and change. The plot can be kinda predictable but that really doesn't bother me if a work is as season focused as this.

I'm just going to add a quute dump here...

• "Until Valentine’s season hit them like that fat winged-baby’s arrow, that is. Then it’d be all red and pink hearts and more glitter—AKA the herpes of craft supplies." — (Emmett) Omg yes. My besties ex hated like an almost phobia level hate of glitter. It really does get everywhere. • “This might hurt a little. But I’m going to numb the area before I apply the sutures.” Zara swallowed and nodded. “Okay. I’ve been through childbirth. A little sting is nothing compared to that.” — (Zara) This is one the reasons I like Zara she has no filter and I adore it. • "So when I turned thirty-six, I decided I didn’t want to wait any longer to be a mom. Michael and I had Nolan a year later. We lived together, raised him together. Until he met Shane and they got married. Then they moved a few blocks away, and now we share custody of our son and the three of us are raising Nolan.” — (Zara) This is the ultimate love is love to me. Nolan knows • “He’s not dead—as much as I sometimes wish he was. Bastard has two kids with Tobi—with an I—because she’ll tell you. ‘I’m Tobi—with an I,’” Zara said in a baby-doll voice at the same time she tilted her head to the side and cocked her hip. “‘I’m Tobi, with and I and I have the IQ of a lemon wedge.’” — (Zara) Zara is jaded and omg this line makes me laugh so hard. • “Those girls started to be mean to me. Then they took Zelda from me and wouldn’t give her back. Then they started playing tug of war with her and pulled her legs off.” — (Josephine) As someone whose comfort toy was decapitated I can assure you this is most distressing. I can laugh about it now but it can still be a bit of a soft spot if the person who did it mentions it at the wrong time (and I'm 33). • “I’d rather someone tell me I’m doing a great job with my son than say I have a nice ass any day. Looks fade, but our children are our legacy. Our children are a reflection of us … our successes and our failures.” — (Zara) Do know how much this line made me smile. It's nso good to have a woman acknowledge that there is more to her than her looks. Even better that Emmett complimented her on how she raised Nolan first. • "However, I don’t know if I want to wreck my relationship with my florist. Where would I go if the relationship went south? Pike Place Posies? Pffst, no. Zara knows exactly what my mom likes. The relationship between a man and his florist is sacred. I don’t know if I could jeopardize that by sleeping with her.” — (Mason Whitfield) WTF Mason. But okay fair I guess. • grabbing Emmett around the back of the head and, before Emmett could pull away, planting a big, smacking, closed-mouth smooch onto his lips. — This is Mason and Emmett. (view spoiler). The moment just made me laugh and made think that apparently bro don't let bros kiss bimbos.

I got this free as part of a massive kindle giveaway at New Years. So I come to this novella knowing nothing of the wider series, though I do know they can all be read as stand-alone. In this novella, you do see the characters from many of the other books in The Single Dads of Seattle series. The NYE party is hosted by Hired by the Single Dad's Mark and Tori. Mitch and Paige from Saved by the Single Dad are referenced but not present. Mason's novella is Valentine's with the Single Dad, he makes a fantastic appearance including a reference to the shop that is important to that novella Wicked Sister Chocolates. Liam and his relationship with Richelle is the focus of Falling for the Single Dad are somewhat important to this story. Liam is interesting. He's loaded, started the support group and is more than a little jaded. It's a helluva combination. A couple of these are appealing to me. The whole series is a bit unusual with its focus on single fathers over single mothers and some beautiful seasonal themes.

#the single dads of seattle #new year's with the single day #whitley cox #book review #ktreviews #read 2021 #holiday reads #booklr

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angelmavmurdock · 4 years

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The Boy Next Door

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (fem+mal), DIRTY TALK, PRAISE, CHOKING, THIGH RIDING, MENTIONS OF DRUGS.

inexperienced!reader x stoner!tom

(inspired by Ginny and Georgia)

The new house was a lot bigger than our last house. But of course that's due to my mother marrying a man 30 years older than her who owns some workout company. She's a gold digger is what I'm trying to say. Ever since I can remember, whatever guy she was dating dictated where we would live, where my brother and I would go to school, what I'd wear, how I'd act and even what friends I had. Or, lack there of. Always being the 'new girl' was beginning to get exhausting so I never really had friends. If I gained any friends then I knew that we'd get close then I'd move and we'd stay in touch for about a month before they move on and forget about me.

y/n. Always the new girl.

"y/n would you help us, please?" Mum asked in an annoyed tone, brushing past me with a box in her hands.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, walking to the car and beginning to lift stuff out and into the house. It was a huge driveway - unnecessarily large - and everyone on the street was the same. Everyone in the town was the same. It was a rich, suburban area. No place I hadn't seen before but we definitely didn't belong. My Mum just shapeshifted into whoever she thought Greg would want. Greg being my 'step-dad'. He's 63. My Mum is 33. How is that even allowed.

We unloaded everything from the cars and waited on the trucks arriving with everything else. Cameron and I scuffed our shoes as we strolled through the huge house, taking in everything and familiarising ourselves with our new home.

"I'm so glad I'm not at school anymore because being in a class with snobby assholes like these people would be shit." Cameron said, crossing his arms as he gestured to the family across the road.

I walked over to him and watched too. A family of 5 - two girls, one boy, Mum and a Dad - were dressed rather nicely in dresses and suits. They came out of their house and waltzed to their Tesla nonchalantly with their noses in the air. The eldest girl looked around my age. She would probably be in some of my classes.

"I'm not looking forward to Monday." I groaned.

We stood in comfortable silence, watching the Tesla inquisitively as it drove off with the family inside.

"Trucks arrived!" Mum called from the front door.

We both shared our sibling look with one another then walked back out with reluctance. Mum was standing in the middle of the driveway with her hands on her hips, watching as Greg approached the van and signed some forms off. Cameron and I walked down and stood either side of her. She grinned and wrapped her arms around us, rubbing both our backs simultaneously.

"I've got a good feeling about this, guys." She took a deep breath.

"At least someone does." I remarked.

She ignored the comment and we watched Greg do practically nothing. I mean he was basically an ancient artefact.

"I've heard your new school is wonderful. The pass grade levels are insanely good and there's a lot of people there to befriend." Mum spoke positively.

"My last 6 schools also had a lot of people to befriend but of course, I always lose them because we move so bloody much." I clenched my jaw.

"Well...this time it's different."

I scoffed, "You always say that."

"I swear this time!"

"And that!"

"y/n I don't know what you want me to do. Greg is a great guy who is supporting us fully! I mean, look at this place! Surely you can't be mad we're living here." Mum shook her head, removing her arm from my waist.

"I'd rather live in a box with just you two than live in a huge house with some random guy in a town I hate." I argued then stormed away dramatically up the driveway.

I got into the house and slammed the door, grabbing the banister and stomping up the flight of stairs. There was one flight then a landing then another flight. This house was too bloody big.

I finally found what was meant to be my new room and slammed that door shut. Just for good measure. I huffed and sighed as I leaned my back against the white, wooden door.

The room was stark white and empty, only a bay window to give some character. I might hate Greg and my mother and this whole situation but I loved this bay window. I snaked in between the boxes and suitcases and sat on the wooden ledge. I kicked my shoes off before sitting my feet up and watching outside. My room faced the front of the house so I could see the movers offloading furniture and boxes off while Greg stood helplessly.

I groaned and leaned my head back, closing my eyes, just wanting to crawl into a shell and hide.

A slam of a car door forced my eyelids open and I jumped slightly.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

I heard a woman's voice from outside. I looked outside curiously, scanning the street with my eyes to find where the noise was coming from. It finally caught my eye and I had to sit up and switch sides of the window to look properly.

A red-headed woman and a curly headed boy were standing in the driveway.

Our next door neighbours apparently.

The boy was around my age, maybe a little older. He stumbled a little as he walked up the drive, his mother - I think - watching from behind her car door.

"I'm going to bed!" He shouted back.

"Not now you're not, you have to talk to me, Thomas!" She shouted, slamming her own car door.

Thomas.

He hung his head on his shoulders, "I need to sleep, mum."

"Well I just had to bail you out of jail for marijuana possession and use so you better talk to me."

Oof, I thought. He was a stoner. A criminal basically. But he was attractive from what you could see. Dark brown curly hair, tall enough, a sharp jawline, a good body from where I was sitting and a good style too - a hoodie with a denim jacket and jeans. But he was my neighbour. And a stoner.

"Mum can we just talk later?" He pleaded, running a hand through his hair.

"Tom we will talk about this right now." She said sternly.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, turning his back to her and walking away. I watched him with a slight smile. He really was attractive.

"Thomas Holland you get back here right now!" His mother shouted.

"When I'm not on drugs, I'll talk." He stated.

His mother stuttered then just grunted in annoyance, allowing him to go inside.

I kept my eyes on him, my smile still on my face as he started to walk into his house. He suddenly turned his head with a confused expression then looked up. Straight at me through my window.

I froze in shock, eyes widening, mouth parting. He slowly smirked and nodded his head at me before going inside.

I sunk off the window ledge in humiliation, snaking to the floor and mumbling how stupid I was and how embarrassing that was.

"y/n! Come meet your neighbour!" Mum shouted up.

My ears perked up then I leaped up to look out the bay window. The boy next door's mum was standing outside, chatting to my mum.

I hardly learned anything talking to his mum. Her name was Nikki Holland, she had a husband named Dominic who was a comedian and a writer. She was a photographer. Along with Tom - the oldest - she had three other sons: twins named Harry and Sam and then Paddy who was a good bit younger. I can't remember the exact age. My mum had nosily asked her about Tom and that was the only part I listened to.

"He's 18,"

"Dropped out of school last year,"

"Says he wants to be an actor,"

"Oh today? He got in trouble from the police about...you know what, that isn't important."

"You look so young to be a mother to a teenager. How old are you?"

"And you're 18, too?" "Still in school?" "What do you want to do?" "Ah, smart girl."

The conversation was brief and slightly awkward. She was clearly stressed about Tom and his situation so I slid out of the engagement pretty fast and escaped up to my room.

During the entirety of the weird conversation, the movers had put my bed, mattress and desk into my room. It felt a lot more homier.

It was the next night and I had finished dinner and immediately gone upstairs. I was not participating in any sort of 'family time'. I sat down on my bed and scrolled through my phone aimlessly.

A thump outside drew my attention away and I looked to my right at the regular window which faced our neighbours house.

I sat up and squinted to see out into the dark. It was Tom. He was halfway out his window.

I didn't even realise our windows faced each other. And here he was, one leg out the window and his other following on. He had thrown a backpack down which caused the dull thump on the grass - which I only assume contains weed - and now he was escaping his house.

I got out of bed and walked to the glass, peeking out to see what he was doing.

He climbed impressively down the wall and jumped the last few metres, landing in a Spider-Man like pose. Admirable, I thought as he picked up his back pack and slid a skateboard out from a bush. He brushed it off then slotted it under his armpit.

He was sporting a black t-shirt with a dog-tag necklace and some distressed deep blue jeans with a denim jacket over top and a baseball cap placed on backwards that sat on top of his curly head of hair.

He looked around in case he was going to get caught then looked up. Directly at me. Again.

This time I didn't shy away. I just made a gesture and mouthed 'what the fuck?' then he laughed to himself and looked back up at me.

'Don't be so nosy, neighbour', he mouthed.

I squinted and shook my head in disapproval. He just smirked boyishly then walked to his driveway where he flipped his skateboard and skated off into the night.

I gulped and sat back on my bed, feeling my heart rate slow back down.

But curiosity filled my brain.

Where was he going?

Just as Sunday night came around, I had finished decorating my room. My pictures and paintings hung on the wall, along with some mirrors to fill the blank space of the white walls. My bed was cosy and was filled with throw blankets, fluffy sheets and way too many pillows. My desk was organised and my laptop sat atop the white surface, making it look a lot more professional than I had anticipated.

I had turned my bay window into a reading nook. A few blankets lay on the ledge and a couple pillows too, along with my current read.

I had seen Tom sneak out a few nights ago but I tried to stay away from the regular window, only ever sitting on the bay one because I couldn't see Toms room from there.

However, it didn't shield me from him completely.

I would see him outside in their front garden playing games with his brothers and sometimes I'd watch them from just over the top of my book. The way he played with their dog was cute. I had gathered her name was Tessa and I knew she was a staffy because we used to have one. He'd throw balls or sticks for her and sometimes she'd clamber on top of him with excitement. He'd dodge her licks but still clap her because she was excited after all.

Every once in a while he'd catch me looking down at him or I'd catch him looking up at me. Whenever it happened, it seemed as if everyone and everything disappeared. Like it was just us. Tunnel view. But then one of us would look away or stick the middle finger up or mouth 'fuck off'. Our unusual and silent rivalry was the closest thing to a friend I'd had in years.

But now, Mum, Greg and Cameron were going out to a nice dinner to celebrate the first week of living here. I thought it was an incredibly stupid idea so I decided to stay home alone and eat pizza.

They all left and Cameron immediately texted me.

Cammando: I hate you for leaving me

y/n: your fault not mine :)

I didn't really know what to do. I walked around the house and asked Alexa to play some songs but I couldn't be bothered dancing. I wasn't really in a dancing mood.

I just gave up and went back upstairs into my room. My windows were still open so before I got changed I went to close them and put down the blinds. I closed the bay window and then I went to the next one.

I looked straight ahead into Toms room and my jaw dropped.

He was hopping and hyping himself up in front of a punch bag...shirtless with gloves on. I watched as he punched the bag skilfully, moving his feet as if it was a choreographed routine. His damp curly hair hung onto his forehead and I could see glimpses of airpods in his ears. His back muscles tightened and flexed as he threw punches.

He moved around the bag and now I could see the front of him. He had a very visible six pack. I definitely didn't expect that from the stoner boy next door. If I thought he was attractive before...now I don't even know what I would call him.

Otherworldly, perhaps?

He suddenly looked up and I gasped, turning and slamming my back against the wall next to the window, wincing at the pain. Hopefully he didn't see me...

It was creepy to be staring at him. I shouldn't have done it.

I peeked back and he was back to beating the poor punch bag.

God, he was so hot.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and ears, burning with lust. I gulped and looked away, closing the blind to stop myself from looking anymore.

I got changed into shorts and a burgundy Cambridge University jumper that used to belong to my Dad. He gave it to me the first time he properly left for a while and I still have it even though I see him more often.

I hopped downstairs and played some music while I sorted the pizza and chips out to eat.

I sat and ate while listening to music. Once I was finished, I cleaned everything up then went back upstairs into my room, shutting the door behind me and jumping onto my bed.

I scrolled through tiktok aimlessly, just filling the time before it was an acceptable hour to go to bed as a teenager.

I switched apps to Instagram when I lay on my side, my back facing my windows. I scrolled through for a while but a certain picture caught my eye.

I had to blink a few times to really look.

It was my so called 'best friend' who I hadn't talked to since I moved twice after befriending her and my ex-boyfriend. My ex. My only boyfriend I've ever had. My first kiss, my first date...my first time. My only time. We only had sex twice. Three if you count foreplay but I faked it. Actually I faked it all of the times. He was never good at it and I had no idea how to go about telling him because to be honest, I had no idea what to do either.

But my ex-best friend and my ex-boyfriend? She didn't even tell me. She didn't even think to ask me.

They were dressed nicely and holding each other's waists. It looked a little awkward but most of those pictures are because they are being taken by parents.

I looked through the comments.

OMG! Hot couple alert! You two are the cutest just marry already yall are too happy it's been the best year of my life baby

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, sitting up sharply.

They had been together for a YEAR.

"Ugh!" I groaned and threw my phone across my room, hearing it basically break against the wooden floor.

"Rough night?" A voice spoke from my window.

I screamed, jumping with fear and successfully landing my ass on the floor.

I panicked and grabbed the first thing I could use as a weapon. A glass of water. It would have to do.

I quickly flung the water at the intruder, "WHAT THE FUCK, GET OUT!" I screamed, my eyes closed tightly in fear.

I heard the water splash over them but they still came in. I just threw the glass at them. It thumped against them dully and then crashed onto the floor.

"Ouch."

I slowly opened one eye and looked up at the figure who had just entered my room.

It was Tom.

He was in a grey t-shirt and black basketball shorts with a baseball cap placed on backwards, a backpack thrown over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING CLIMBING INTO MY ROOM?!" I shouted, standing up.

He was taller than me by a few inches but we were basically at eye level.

"I was clearly looking for some company but you then threw water over me and then a literal glass." He spoke calmly, wiping a hand over his wet face.

"How the hell are you being so calm about this?! You just intruded into my home!" I exclaimed.

"Well, darling, I have a thing called weed. It's great for calming you down. You clearly need some." He slung his bag around and went to open it.

"W-what? No, I'm not smoking weed!"

He sighed and slung his bag back, "Well, why are you being so uptight about this I just wanted to say hello." He smiled boyishly.

I licked my teeth in annoyance. He was so fucking attractive but he was so fucking annoying and I didn't even know him.

"You need to get out. I didn't invite you in here so you are not welcome." I stated, crossing my arms.

"Okay, yes. But also- my mother nearly just caught me sneaking out so it's a cover if she comes round here."

"Why would she come here?" I asked.

"Because she's a mad woman who hates me having a life apparently."

"You're an 18 year old who sneaks out of the house to smoke weed. I wouldn't call that a life." I remarked.

He smirked, "You know what, I like you."

He sat his bag down then started to walk slowly around my room, inspecting my pictures and decorations intricately.

I stuttered, not knowing how to react to this whole situation.

"I'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" I asked, brows furrowed.

"You're quite an interesting person, I must say."

I sighed and shook my head at the ceiling.

"Ah, this makes sense." He picked up one of my camera's.

I scoffed, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He sat it down and picked up the next one, shrugging with a smug smirk.

"You like looking at things."

I gulped, red rushing to my cheeks.

"Clearly very beautiful things." He said, referring to my pictures on the walls.

"I'm just honoured I'm one of them."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "You wish you were."

"Oh but I am, aren't I?" He challenged, sitting my camera down.

I licked my back teeth and watched with heavy breath as he paced towards me slowly.

"I've never taken a picture of you before." I said matter-of-factly.

"You might not have but you definitely love a good stare, don't you?" He asked, his left eyebrow quirked cockily.

I noticed the unusualness of it and then looked into his dark, dilated eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said quietly.

He laughed lowly, "So you weren't staring at me earlier when I was working out?"

I stuttered as we came face to face.

"You're stubborn but I feel like I know you," He placed his fingers under my chin, tracing up my jaw and to my ear where he tucked some of my hair behind.

"Because I've been looking at you, too." He whispered.

I practically melted and a whimper left my mouth, eyes rolling back.

He chuckled, "Already needy for me I see."

I looked up at him as his thumb swiped over my lips.

This whole situation was insane. I didn't even know how we got here. I didn't know how to feel, either. I had never been turned on like this before.

He slowly pushed his thumb into my mouth and I moaned around it, tasting his skin.

"Good girl." He praised, taking his thumb out and replacing it with his tongue.

I moaned again, feeling his lips on mine. His hands gripped my waist and I tangled my fingers into his hair.

He tasted of weed but I didn't mind it at all. He pushed me backwards until I hit the wall next to my bed. He gripped my hips tightly and I kept my hands in his hair. He must have gone for a shower since his workout because he smelled fresh and clean and his hair was damp.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was kissing a stranger. Who climbed into my room.

"Wait-" He pulled away briefly.

"Is your family home?" He asked.

"No, they're out all night." I answered breathlessly.

He smirked, "Good."

He suddenly lifted me up and I squealed, automatically wrapping my legs around his taut torso.

His tongue slipped between my lips again and I welcomed it. He lay me down on my bed and started to kiss down to my jaw and my neck.

I gasped and tugged his hair when he started kissing a certain spot on my skin. He got the message that I liked it and started licking and sucking on it. I arched my back slightly, moaning as he worked his tongue and lips on my skin.

He left the spot on my neck but kissed over my skin as he started to lift my jumper up. Panic and nerves suddenly settled in and I grabbed his hands, stopping his movements.

"You alright?" He asked breathlessly.

I swallowed, "I uh...I've never-"

His eyes widened, "You're a virgin?"

"No, no. I've had sex it just...it just wasn't that great." I bit my lip nervously.

He encased my lips in his and I relaxed to his touch.

"Do you want to?" He asked against my lips.

"Yes, fuck yes." I practically moaned into his mouth.

"I just need you to guide me through it." I said in between kisses.

He pulled away, "I can do that." He smiled.

He started to lift my jumper off and this time I let him. I sat up and he removed it, throwing it off the bed. He admired the pink bralette I was wearing and immediately pressed his lips and tongue to the valley of my breasts. He nipped and sucked on my skin and I moaned as he palmed one of my boobs while leaving marks on the other.

He came back up and kissed me again but flipped us over so I was now on top. He sat up and shuffled back against my headboard and pulled me onto his lap.

He brushed my hair off my shoulders and cupped my chin, taking me in.

"D'you wanna try riding my thigh?" He asked lowly.

I gulped, "S-sure."

He smirked and I straddled his left thigh, holding his shoulders.

"Just rock your hips back and forwa-"

"Fuck," I moaned, the rubbing of the different materials causing my core to clench.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, his breath fanning over my face.

His hands rested on my hips and he helped my movements.

"Feels so good." I moaned.

"Yeah? You like riding my thigh?" He prompted, his hands making me speed up.

I fisted the material of his shirt in my hands as my mouth fell agape with pleasure.

"Riding my thigh like such a good girl." He praised.

"Fuck!" I hung my head back, his words going straight to my core.

He chuckled cockily, "D'you like when I call you that? Huh?"

I nodded, too flustered with these new senses of pleasure to speak.

His hand travelled up into my hair and tugged on it by my roots. A louder moan than I would have liked escaped my lips.

"I asked you a question, answer me." He said sternly.

"Fuck! Yes, I love it when you call me that." I answered pathetically.

"Good girl." He praised, letting go of my hair and rocking my hips on him.

I felt an immense amount of pleasure build up and it felt as if something was going to snap in me.

"Oh shit, I- fuck!" I furrowed my brows in concentration and confusion.

"R'you gonna cum, darling?" He asked, almost shocked.

"I don't- fuck - know!" I moaned, feeling the knot inside my stomach about to snap.

But before that could even happen I was being flipped back onto my back and Tom was ripping off my shorts and panties, diving in between my legs with lust.

His hands held my thighs and brought me closer to him. His lips attached to my clit and sucked, giving me a whole new feeling.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" I moaned shamelessly, tugging his hair and fisting the bedsheets.

"Go on, darling. Cum in my mouth for me. Taste so good. Please, love."

The mixture between his words and his nicknames for me and the fact his mouth was working wonders on my core completely sent me over the edge: an experience I had never had before.

"Holy shit! Tom! Yes!" I subconsciously tightened my thighs around his head and my hands practically pushed him completely onto me.

He continued riding me through my high until I unclenched my thigh and he pulled away slowly.

I lay breathless and in a state of shock and euphoria at the same time.

"You okay?" He asked soothingly, rubbing his hand over my bare thigh as he came up to kiss me.

"Yeah I've...I've never-"

"You've never came before?" Tom asked, baffled by me.

"Nope..."

He kept his eyes on me but slipped a hand down to my core again. I bucked my hips against his hand with a gasp as he moved his fingers in circles over my core.

"You've never even touched yourself?" He asked lowly.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"You're so wet for me, darling, fuck." He cursed.

He suddenly dipped a finger into my core and I moaned. He curled it up and I gripped his arm tightly.

"What d'you want?" He asked.

"I want you, Tom, please." I bit my lip.

He smiled and sat back, his hand coming away from my clit, leaving me feeling empty. He shed his shirt and I finally got to look at his chiselled torso up close. He then slid his shorts and boxers off and my jaw dropped at the sight of him.

He was semi-hard but he was already bigger than my ex. A lot bigger.

He pumped his member in his hand, "You sure about this?"

I stuttered, completely distracted by his actions than his words.

"What? You like the look of it? Hmm? Wanna suck me off?" He asked, his hand cupping my chin and sliding his thumb into my mouth again.

I moaned at his words and nodded.

"You want to suck me off, darling? You sure?" He asked, removing his thumb.

"Yes, fuck Tom, I wanna suck you off." I moaned.

"Good girl." He praised.

We switched positions so he was sitting against the headboard and now I was in between his legs.

"I don't know how to..." I said shakily.

"You're okay," He gathered my hair up in his hands.

"Do whatever feels natural and I'll tell you if it's good, yeah?"

I nodded and gulped, moving my mouth closer to his member. I pumped him in my hand a few times and I could almost feel him harden right there. I had done this part before, at least.

I lowered my mouth onto him, swirling my tongue around his lip. He hissed slightly and gripped my hair tighter. I slowly let my mouth down on him and came back up.

"That's it, good girl." He praised.

I moaned and continued bobbing my head slowly on him, finding a rhythm. I held his thigh for support as I got faster, easing into it.

"Fuck, darling, feels so good." He groaned.

The taste of him in my mouth was amazing, pre cum already escaping onto my tongue.

I slackened my jaw and took as much of him as I could then pumped the rest in my hand.

"Holy shit! Fuck!" He held my head there and thrusted up.

His member hit the back of my throat but I didn't mind it at all. He made sure I was okay then did it again. And again. And again. Until he was continuously throat fucking me. I enjoyed it, surprisingly. The obscene sounds my mouth was making was not only making Tom more aroused, but also me.

I felt some drool drip down from my mouth onto my chin and even onto his lower stomach but I didn't care.

"Fuck, love those pretty little sounds coming from your throat, baby." He groaned.

I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Such a good girl."

But then he pulled me off of him. I looked at him in confusion but he flipped me onto my back sooner than I could say anything.

"Need to be in you before I cum, princess." He said, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.

"Ready?" He asked.

I felt his tip brush up and down my folds. I gripped his arms and nodded, closing my eyes to concentrate.

"Hey, look at me." He said.

I looked up into his gorgeous chocolate eyes.

"Breathe in," He instructed.

I did as he said.

"And out."

As I breathed out, he pushed into me slowly.

I moaned and arched my back at the feeling of him inside of me. His technique worked.

"You okay?" He asked caringly.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"You can move."

He started thrusting slowly in and out of me, my arousal making it a lot easier for him to move.

"So fuckin' tight, darling." He cursed.

I wrapped my thighs around his waist and he bottomed me out.

"Yes!" I moaned, my back arching so our chests were touching.

"Does that feel good?" He asked.

I hummed, "Faster, please."

He smirked, "As you wish."

His thrusts got gradually faster and my mouth hung open in a silent moan. He brushed past my g-spot with every movement and I scraped his back with my finger nails.

"So fucking good," I gasped.

He sped his thrusts completely and his head fell into the crook of my neck, leaving sloppy kisses on my skin.

"So big! Yes!" I moaned pornographically as he perfectly met my g-spot.

He reached a hand down and started rubbing my clit in skilful circles. I screamed out in overwhelming pleasure as I felt the now familiar feeling come back in my stomach.

"So good for me, darling. Been such a good girl. You gonna cum?" Tom whispered his praises into my ear.

"So close! Oh my god!" I curled my toes and dug my fingernails into his back.

"Come on darling. Feel so good around my cock. Feel so fucking good. You're a fucking angel, y/n. Fuck." He moaned.

I rolled my eyes back at his words. God his words.

"I'm gonna cum!" I squealed, eyes squeezing shut.

"Look at me when you cum, love."

I could hardly hear his voice anymore as I felt my second high approaching.

"I said-"

I gasped as I felt his hand around my throat, pressing the sides of my neck, activating some unknown pleasure button.

"Look at me when you cum all over my fucking cock." He grunted, his dark, dilated eyes staring into mine.

I kept my eyes on him as my high began to wash over me. His thrusts kept the same pace but his fingers moved faster, spurring my orgasm along.

"Yes! Fuck, feels so- yes!" I moaned.

I was extremely loud, I'm surprised the police hadn't come knocking asking about it.

My high seemed to be everlasting. Tom began to pull out but I kept my legs wrapped around him.

"Want you to cum in me, Tom. Please." I begged.

"You sure?" He asked, holding his orgasm back.

"Yes! Please! Need your cum in me." I moaned seductively against his lips.

"Fuck- so good for me- yes!"

I felt as he stilled in me, and as his cum painted my walls. His face contorted in levels of pleasure as he finished and I was finally coming down from my own high.

He pulled out after a second and collapsed next to me.

We both lay together, not saying a word, just listening to each other's breathing calm.

After a minute or two, he turned to face me.

"That- was so fucking good." He laughed.

"It was." I smiled back.

He reached a hand over to my face and brushed my hair behind my ear. I softened into his touch and hummed.

But that bliss was broken quickly.

"Hello?! We're home!"

I gasped, shooting up on my bed.

"Is that your mum?!" Tom whisper shouted.

"Yes! You need to go like now!" I whispered back.

He scurried off the bed and into his boxers and clothes, shakily putting on his shirt and attempting to put his shoes on quickly but leaving them untied.

I grabbed his backpack and handed it to him.

"Thank you," He smiled, taking it from me and heading for the window again.

He swung a leg out but then hesitated.

"Oh and uh-"

He held his hand out.

"I'm Tom, by the way." He grinned.

I smiled, shaking his hand.

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, neighbour."

"Nice to meet you, too." He winked, before climbing out the window, down the wall and back into his own house.

Nice to meet you indeed.

A/N: this is written for my amazing friend Caitlin and it's her birthday today! and she gave me all the details for this piece so i hope you guys enjoyed!

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Masters of the Universe characters on She-Ra

(And why it mattered)

So in the 5-part She-Ra pilot/movie, Adora meets the birth parents she never knew about, who try to convince her to stay on Eternia. She chooses to live on Etheria with a princess and hobos she recently met, dedicated to telling the man who raised her “Get out of Etheria’s life!”

The next time her family from Eternia comes up is Ep 13, “King Miro’s Journey”. King Miro, Adam and Adora’s grandfather, is skulking around Eternia’s royal portrait gallery while a tour guide recaps his only previous appearance, “Search for the Past”, in which we learned he’d been a prisoner of the Enchantress for decades.

He goes to find Prince Adam and is like “Hey Adam, I heard my other grandchild has been found. I haven’t seen her since she was a baby. Can we go see her?” So they go to Etheria and have to fight Hordak, embarrassing him in front of an inspector from Horde World.

Sadly, we never get an explanation for humans from Horde World. Just like we never learn anything about Mantenna or Leech’s species (or even IF they were born as baby versions of how they look now).

So here’s the thing... at the end, Adora asks her grandfather “Do you have to go? It seems like you only just got here.” and he gives the weaksauce answer “I’m afraid so, but I’ll come again, as soon as I can. Adora, these have been the most exciting days I’ve ever had. And though I must now return to Eternia, I want you to know that I will return. When the day of your great battle with Hordak comes, call for me. I wish to stand beside my granddaughter on that proud day.” (We never see him again)

Note that he must have abdicated before being taken prisoner by the Enchantress, as Randor was king when he met the twins’ future mother. So Miro has no responsibilities on Eternia post-rescue.

Ep 15, “He Ain’t Heavy”. Shadow Weaver and Hordak use an artifact called the Moon Mirror that can open a portal between universes when the moons are in alignment to abduct Prince Adam, so that Adora will surrender for her brother.

“Gateway to Trouble” (18 or 35). Adam comes to visit via one of the Sorceress of Grayskull’s dimensional portals, as she can make any time. Meanwhile at Snake Mountain, Skeletor is making his scientist henchman Modulok build a machine to open a portal to Etheria.

“Never heard of it,” Modulok says. “I have,” says Tung Lashor, who’s standing next to Skeletor wearing a shirt with the Horde symbol. Yeah, this was a continuity error (until it wasn’t, because King Hiss would summon Tung Lashor and Rattlor from Etheria to Snake Mountain for MotU mini-comics). “That place has been a thorn in my side for years,” Skeletor says. Wait, what? How? All of She-Ra Season 1 takes place over less than a year.

Modulok defects to the Etherian Horde over how Skeletor treats him, hoping Hordak will appreciate his gate maker more. He does, and they open a gate to send a fleet of ships to conquer Eternia.

But She-Ra and He-Man short circuit the gate maker and Modulok can’t rebuild it without rare minerals he doesn’t have access to more of. So Hordak demotes him from Horde Scientist to Horde Cook.

Ep 27, “The Eldritch Mist”. Castaspella scries on Prince Adam and finds him so attractive that she has to physically yank him to Etheria. I guuuess it counts as consensual, since they mutually ask each other out for future dates when she has to portal him home.

Ep 29, “The Price of Freedom”. The Sorceress sends Adam to Etheria for a bit to fight the Horde.

Ep 33, “A Talent for Trouble”. Orko is so incompetent at helping the Sorceress clean Castle Grayskull that he falls through its portal to Etheria. He and Madame Razz immediately get captured by Mantenna, who carts them off to the Fright Zone to be studied by Hordak and Shadow Weaver.

Note that the entire galactic Horde has no idea that Trollans exist, with Orko’s mind even being impervious to a mind-sweeping machine. That seems like an even bigger strategic advantage for Eternia than the magic they used to defeat a Horde invasion the last time. This is also the first time She-Ra and Orko meet, and she kisses him.

Even though she has Sea Hawk by this point and Orko has, in He-Man’s words, “like gotten engaged” to Dree Elle...

Ep 51, “My Friend, My Enemy”. No He-Man this time, just Skeletor, who has somehow gotten here from Eternia without that gate maker.

Ep 55, “Loo-Kee Lends a Hand”. All the Rebels of Whispering Woods get magically Time Stopped, so Light Hope sends Loo-Kee to Snake Mountain to bring He-Man and Orko to Etheria (no, they aren’t there, making Light Hope seem incompetent).

Ep 56, “Of Shadows and Skulls”. Shadow Weaver has learned of her boss’ history with Skeletor and so responds to a round of bullying by opening a portal between Etheria and Eternia by which he can come take Hordak’s place.

“Horde Prime Takes a Holiday” (18 or 58). Hordak, She-Ra and He-Man, and Skeletor fight over Horde Prime’s flagship the Velvet Glove while he’s on a two-week vacation.

Ep 65, “The Greatest Magic”. Adora and Orko spend time together in Whispering Woods, then she gets dragged to Trolla with him.

The Christmas Special came between Seasons 1 and 2, and starts with Adora and her Rebel friends visiting the Royal Palace of Eternia and Queen Marlena saying “Just think, this will be the first time the twins are together to celebrate their birthday with all our family.” (KING MIRO IS NOT IN THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL), implying that less than a year has passed since she was introduced to the mythos.

So here’s what I’m getting at: Adora can see her parents when she’ll take time off from the Great Rebellion, like for birthdays, but they never come to see her. This holds for Season 2 as well. Adam visits her again in “Day of the Flowers”, “Just the Way You Are”, “She-Ra Makes a Promise”, “Sweet Bee’s Home”, “The Inspector” and “Assault on the Hive”, as do Orko and Man-At-Arms in “Shades of Orko”.

So because King Miro wouldn’t move to Etheria to spend time with his granddaughter, Adora’s only strong connection to Etheria is her brother. From what we see on-screen, she seems to get to know Orko better than her parents.

(Note that Snout Spout and Flutterina were here together, and when Flutterina was “born”, Snout Spout appeared to be living at Castle Bright Moon. In “Day of the Flowers”, Adam tries to return him to Etheria, implying he’s the party guest who never left.)

Meanwhile, if a 65-episode season took place over less than a year, Hordak was attacking to spend time with Adora at least once a week.

#80s shera #classic shera #he-man #motu #hordak #adora #king miro #orko #parenting

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spinningintheshadows · 3 years

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Okay ma’am I counted 69 roses and therefore I am literally giving you 69 lines from WIPS. I hope you’re happy this took me an hour to answer

1. “Are you girls ready yet?”

2. “I need to borrow your girlfriend”

3. “In the sense of the term”

4. “I should have called before I came over”

5. “Wow, okay. That is a cop. What the fuck”

6. “Maybe I just wanna see what it looks like”

7. “Would you be willing to take, uh, some more risqué photos of me?”

8. “Why are we killing JJ?”

9. “My parents are dead”

10. “Pope accidentally tripped you and you got a nosebleed”

11. “Absolutely smitten, completely in love with her”

12. “Hey, divorce buddies”

13. “Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do kid”

14. “Do you think I’m embarrassing?”

15. “I don’t wanna go to England”

16. “Well turns out, that had everything to do with you”

17. “I’m not longer inching towards thirty, I’m full on barrel rolling towards thirty”

18. “I think I need to see it from a different angle to decide”

19. “I just keep thinking. What if I tried harder to be her dad”

20. “Take care of our girl, okay?”

21. “As long as we don’t go ice skating again”

22. “Mom, she’s three, I don’t think she’s crazy”

23. “The last name thing isn’t as fun when we share a last name”

24. “Topper, tell me my brother is okay”

25. “Are you back with me, J?”

26. “Did you know my daughter was a twin?”

27. “You know your Mama says you look like me, but between us, I only see her”

28. “Daddy! Look at all the punkins!”

29. “She’s too pregnant for your bullshit”

30. “My dad is probably stuck at work.”

31. “He offered to pay, it’s a date”

32. “I knew you were divorced”

33. “So I kind of stalked your Instagram earlier”

34. “Do my eyes deceive me? Is my oldest child calling me on a Tuesday?”

35. “She called me daddy”

36. “Why is the sun so bright”

37. “I’m sorry the rain ruined our date”

38. “I have someone I want you to meet”

39. “He could have been my whole world too”

40. “The last time you missed me, I came and got you. We worked it out.”

41. “Would you be mad if I kissed you right now?”

42. “What the hell is that”

43. “Jesus Christ, I thought I got rid of you six years ago”

44. “Absolutely not. I haven’t taken it off since you gave it to me”

45. “You look exhausted”

46. “But mama, it’s not a stranger. It’s Daddy”

47. “Yeah, mama, I’m daddy”

48. “Well you better start explaining now”

49. “Do you wanna talk about it? I’m a good listener”

50. “Your sister is a bitch”

51. “Complete oblivious to the fact his mother just pulled Vix’s sister outside by her ear and is about to go all dean winchester on her ass”

52. “Might want to get that down, looks like it could be painful”

53. “Do you want me to fix it?”

54. “It’s just a bunch of ten year olds”

55. “I’ve only ever seen her this way once, and it was the summer before our senior year

56. “Have you ever done a boudoir shoot?”

57. “Touch me. I need you to touch me”

58. “So what made you choose the outer banks?”

59. “I can take myself to the emergency room”

60. “Hey, it’s past your bedtime mister”

61. “Well, apparently it’s pretty easy to forget you have a whole child with your ex husband”

62. “Oh you googled me?”

63. “So, I have to go do this dad thing”

64. “What are you doing here?”

65. “Why am I feeling like this now?”

66. Because, she yours, JJ”

67. “Good morning, pretty girl”

68. “He keep you on your toes?”

69. “We don’t have to talk about it, Baby”

#teela 🥳#vix’s inbox of wonders 🔮

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Katara straightened her crown in the mirror, turning her head side to side to make sure it was straight. Her wavy hair had resisted the pin, and the thickness certainly fought the top knot, but she had eventually managed to get the thing on.

“Are you sure it doesn’t look silly?” She asked.

Zuko came into view behind her, sliding his hands around her sides to hold her lightly.

“As silly as mine does in modern clothes.” He replied and kissed her soundly on the cheek.

“I don’t think it’s made for hair like mine.” She muttered.

“Sounds like a design flaw, not a you flaw.”

“Mmm.”

“Mmm?”

“MMM.”

Zuko kissed her cheek again and backed away. The loops usually at the side of her face had been pulled back to start a simple sort of braid. The beads were still present, and she was wearing her necklace, but the crown stood out as an accessory.

“I know it’s a flame, but doesn’t it look a bit like a crescent moon?” He asked.

“That’s a stretch.” Katara said.

Skittering claws came into the room and Katara turned as Druk bounded toward her. He was less than a year old but already the size of an adult owl cat. His wings were still clumsy and he could only fly short distances, yet his legs were powerful enough to send him racing down hallways.

He terrified the palace staff and greatly annoyed the also still alarmingly growing Mister Whiskers.

“Don’t.” Zuko warned both Katara and Druk. Both of them ignored him and Druk launched himself at Katara, making her stagger as she caught him.

“He can’t jump up on people like that.” Zuko grumbled. “It’s poor manners.”

“Aww, my sweet baby just wants attention.” Katara cooed, rubbed her nose against Druk’s snout. He smelled like soot and heat, and Katara cuddled his chest close to her face. He nipped at her crown and Zuko sighed in annoyance.

“A dragon shouldn’t be carried like a toddler. It’s undignified.” He said finally and Katara turned to him.

“How dare you say such a thing about our boy.” She said.

“This is why he’s a brat when you’re gone.”

“Of course, he misses his momma.”

“You both are deranged.”

Katara kissed Druk’s scaly head and set him down. The dragon hopped indignantly, blowing out bursts of flame.

“You know he’s going to be a terror when we have actual children.” Zuko said, holding out his arm. Katara linked to him and held on with her other hand.

“Why do we even need anymore? Let’s just crown Druk and the Fire Nation can have an actual dragon as it’s Fire Lord instead of making up all these fancy honorifics for you.” Katara said.

“If history is any indication, they might not tell the difference.” He agreed.

Walking out of their bedroom, Druk followed them closely. Having returned with a dragon, the court and the city of Caldera had changed its attitude toward Zuko. The rest of the world still thought dragons were extinct, so Druk was a miracle bestowed to their Fire Lord as a sign from the spirits. As they had all sworn an oath never to speak of Ran and Shaw, no one disabused people of that notion.

Now, even the prime minister had quelled his adversarial politics.

Ozai and Azula both had been recorded as having thrown massive fits about it.

Katara and Zuko headed toward the ballroom, watching with wry amusement as the staff jumped out of Druk’s way. When they reached the massive double doors, Katara called Druk and held him again, knowing that he didn’t do very well in large groups of people.

“Fire Lord, Fire Lady.” A member of the house staff jumped when he opened the door, seeing the royal couple on the other side.

“We wanted to see how everything was progressing.” Zuko said.

The man glanced at Druk, curled in Katara’s arms and she smiled back at him.

Being favored by a dragon was also helping her image at the palace as well.

“Of course.” The man said, stepping to the side.

Katara followed Zuko inside and looked around. While Zuko himself wasn’t overly interested in celebrating his birthday, there were expectations for the Fire Lord. These expectations somehow included the Water Tribe Ambassador rearranging all of the flowers.

A sour faced man approached them, bowing obviously to Zuko and leaving Katara in her place at his side.

“Is everything to your liking, Fire Lord?” He asked.

Zuko turned to Katara and idly scratched Druk’s crest.

“Lady wife?” He asked.

“Yes?”

“Everything pales in comparison to the luminary beauty of yourself. I am unable to adequately judge these offerings with you standing so close to me.”

Katara smiled and had to keep herself from laughing.

“How can I do any better? The light of your loveliness blinds me to anything else.” She remarked.

“My most prudent and beloved queen, I beg that you give me some words to describe this room that does not degrade your glittering visage.”

“Oh honorable husband, for that you would have to leave my sight and I could not bear to stand in such darkness.”

“I think,” The sour faced man said bitterly. “I will have to trust the Fire Lady’s most esteemed brother then?”

“Sokka is a marvel, I think that might be best.” Katara said, wrinkling her nose and giving the man a patronizing look.

The man bowed to them both and walked back to the activity. Zuko did laugh softly then and Katara turned back to him.

“Light of my loveliness?” He asked.

“Glittering visage?” She countered.

“Hey, the words may have been stuffy, but they were still true.” He replied.

“So what words would you really use?” Katara asked.

“Hmm,” Zuko thought and took some of her hair in his hands. He stared at it as he rolled the strands under his fingers.

“I would start by saying how devious fate must be to make my love part ocean spirit as I most certainly am in danger of drowning when you’re around.” He started and twirled her hair around his fingers. “You take my breath away, but also, there are times when I don’t feel like coming up for air.”

“Zuko!” Katara whispered sharply, her face heating up in a flash.

Zuko only smiled and released her hair.

“I would say that thank the spirits you’re brilliant because I lose all sense when I look at your face, because your beauty is enough to make a fool of any man.” He continued. “And I’d quite like an opportunity to play the fool soon.”

“Spirits, you are brazen.” Katara said with a laugh. Her grip on Druk tightened and he squeaked in annoyance.

“Sorry Druk, I’m displacing you as your mother’s favorite.” Zuko said and scratched Druk’s neck.

“You are always my favorite.” Katara said. “No matter what season it is in the Poles, I only feel like the sun has returned when I’m with you.”

“I don’t see how I can compare when you are always the one lighting up the room.”

“I wish I could paint with ink the same shade as your hair so I could write every character with the same kind of elegance.”

“I wish I could train birds to sing in the same notes as your laughter so I could hear your joy every morning.”

“My laughter? I wish I could keep your voice with me because it soothes me better than the sound of a far off thunderstorm.”

“I am going to vomit all over the floor if you two don’t stop.” Sokka interjected.

Katara lowered her face, blushing, but Zuko chuckled.

“Aw come on! They were being really cute!” Thuy added as she approached from behind them.

The twins that hung around Thuy, who Zuko swore were harmless, watched them with different levels of interest. Suzu looked gleeful while Zula looked bored. Or mildly irritated. She was harder to read.

“I see my wife every other season. You’re lucky we’re out of our rooms at all.” Zuko said.

“Zuko!” Katara blurted while the three teenage girls burst out laughing. Sokka only sighed and tapped the heel of his hand against his forehead.

“Can we play with Druk, Auntie?” Thuy asked, changing the subject.

“Please.” Katara said, holding Druk out even as he clung to her in protest. “He needs to potty.”

“Thank you Auntie!” Thuy said and forcefully took the dragon, running off with him before he could break free of her grip. Suzu jogged after her and Zula walked stoically after.

“Okay you two, try to focus for long enough to look at these terrible centerpieces.” Sokka said. “I think I’ve managed to salvage them.”

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#zutara #fanfiction #jax writes #zutara month #modern au #the fic that prompts built

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Scott Moir caught the coaching bug after 22-year competitive skating career

February 5, 2021

Scott Moir, new head coach and managing director of Ice Academy of Montreal's campus in southwestern Ontario. (Jordan Cowan photo)

Shortly after Scott Moir wrapped up an extraordinary Olympic figure skating career at PyeongChang 2018, he was spotted at the women’s gold medal hockey game, where he showed himself to be as ordinary a Canadian as was ever born and raised.

A TV camera caught him standing among a throng of seated Team Canada athletes, beer in hand, arms spread wide, loudly protesting an obviously horrible call by the ref against the Canadian women.

A successful set of post-Olympics skating tours followed, then Moir was suddenly and unintentionally conspicuous again, this time by his absence from the Canadian consciousness and by contrast to the omnipresence of ice dancing partner Tessa Virtue. She executed endorsement deals with Nivea, Adidas, Hello Fresh, The Brick and Air Miles, and advocated for female athletes on social media platforms. Moir applauded Virtue’s efforts and success, but had no desire to follow suit.

Three years removed from PyeongChang, Moir emerged from the shadows after Groundhog Day to make some news of his own. He is the head coach and managing director of the Ice Academy of Montreal’s expansion into Ontario. The Komoka, Ont. skating club at which he was already coaching rebranded in a partnership with I.AM’s Patrice Lauzon, Marie-France Dubreuil and Roman Haguenauer, who guided Virtue and Moir through the final two years of their starry career in Montreal.

Moir, 33, had already been coaching in fits and starts during the tours, as he would drop into rinks across Canada to help out former Skate Canada teammates who have already made the transition.

“I took some time, got out of the limelight a bit, and started going back into the rinks to just help out. Then I watched some of the kids in my area go to nationals. I kind of thought like many skaters, ‘aw, I’m not going to coach, I’ve already spent my 22 years in the rink.’ But being there and being able to support the athletes and watch them accomplish their goals, I totally caught the bug. It quickly became my passion.”

Knowing he was on the ground floor as a coach, he sought the advice of mentors including Dubreuil and Lauzon. That communication led to the partnership.

“It’s exciting but it means I’ve got a ton of work to do to make sure I’m there for these athletes. So I guess in a way the sleepless nights are back. I used to not sleep thinking I was going to let Tessa down, so I think I’m right back into the fire.”

He has always been driven by an all-in personality that contributed to five Olympic medals, three gold, as well as three world ice dancing titles with Virtue. He is equally committed to taking a solid grassroots program established in part by his mother Alma and aunt Carol — twin sisters who coached each other’s children back in the day — and enhancing it with additional coaches and the on-ice knowledge and off-ice training resources, mental and physical, he tapped into as an elite performer.

“Our goal is to be the main training centre for southwestern Ontario. It sounds cliché but we are trying to set up these kids to have successful lives, more than be successful figure skaters. I do hope it goes hand in hand.”

It most certainly turned did for Virtue and Moir. They remain close friends, and he would love to coax her onto the ice to help out, but she is immersed in an MBA at Queen’s University and in building her personal brand. She also lives in Toronto, Moir outside of London, Ont. The distance and divergence of their careers was a factor in their retirement from the show circuit.

“We had lost the passion for it because we had passion for other things in our lives,” said Moir. “This school is one, and I think people under-estimate the work she has done to be on those platforms and to represent that brand in every room she walks into. You see her in a lot of places because she really works hard to set good examples for young people in sport, to be a leader for girls and women who can realize their dreams, to be that fierce leader in the community like Tessa is. She takes that role very seriously.”

Moir never took much joy from the “marketing stuff” outside the sport, and he knows but does not care that it cost him financially.

“I gave up some money but at the same time I haven’t regretted it a day, a single minute. I believe in the morals that I do. I believe in the projects I take part in and I think that has been my north star. This coaching move is exciting and I get to help the kids and it’s really fulfillment that I’m after instead of the dollars and cents.”

While COVID restrictions delayed his 2020 wedding to fiancée Jaclyn Mascarin — who was his first skating partner at age seven and came back into his life in recent years — it’s on for July, and he wants to build a family soon afterward.

“After PyeongChang and after the tours, I was searching for different fulfilment. And then when my fiancée walked into my life, it became clear the direction I wanted to head,” said Moir. “I feel pretty comfortable.”

—Toronto Sun

#scott #off ice #i.am ontario #interview: toronto sun #funny scott saying #he didn't think he'd coach #little side eye #also i know he doesn't mean #to demean tessa's work #because he compliments her #but then talks #about his own morals #don't @ me #i know it's not intentional but it is #interesting word choice

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archxvxd · 4 years

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Pining for the Onigiri Man - One Shot

Synopsis: You’re not the dating type and everyone knows that. But you wouldn’t mind changing that if it meant getting to date your longtime friend and roomate, Osamu Miya. Or where Osamu let’s you help him in the Kitchen and you two are pining for eachother.

Word Count: 2.8k

Genre: Fluff, maybe like a little bit of angst, One shot, Roomate!AU

Pairing: Osamu x Reader

Warnings: I mean there might be like one swear word in there somewhere

A/N: Sorry I’m so bad at writing Synopsis :(( This was purely self ingulgent. I’ve been feeling a little unstable mentally lately and started writing this for comfort. Writing this put me a lot better headspace as most of my writing does. I hope you guys enjoy it <33 Sorry for any typos or errors. I edited it but I’m shit at editing lolololololol

It wasn’t rare to come home to find your roommate, Osamu, in the kitchen cooking something up that would no doubt be delicious. What was rare, however, was him letting anyone else in the kitchen to help. Your other roommate, Atsumu (Osamu’s older twin brother), always liked to poke fun at the finicky man by going in the kitchen to bug him and insist on helping. It always ended in a loud argument and Atsumu being “banned” from the kitchen until further notice. You would always chuckle and just shake your head at the twins’ antics. Atsumu almost always ends up making your lap his head’s home and whining about how much of a “meanie” his brother is for not letting him help. You just hum and nod, knowing better than to get involved in their tiffs and knowing better than to go into the kitchen while Osamu is cooking.

So you’re utterly confused to be in the situation you currently find yourself in. Atsumu has been gone, traveling for Volleyball, so for the past couple weeks it’s just been you and the grey haired twin. Because of the frequent trips and absence of Atsumu, it was easier for you to become closer to Osamu. You even found yourself bearing a small crush on the soft spoken and kind twin. It wasn’t anything huge, you had always found the twins attractive throughout High School and College. But this was different, it was Osamu’s personality that was reeling you in this time around and you let yourself indulge in it a little, but never let yourself get hopeful. You know where you stand with the youngest Miya. Or at least you thought you did.

Unbeknownst to you, Osamu’s had his eyes on you for quite some time now. He developed feelings for you the night all of you graduated from high school. The twins, Suna, Ginjima and his girlfriend, Kosaku and his girlfriend, and you all made a trip to Tokyo. The first night there, and every night for the rest of the trip after that, you snuck yourself into Osamu’s hotel room next door. Claiming that you were too scared to be alone. The two of you stayed up almost the whole night. You fell asleep clinging onto ‘Samu and he fell asleep with a warm feeling in his chest and a soft smile on his face. Fast forward 5 years and another graduation later here he was head over heels in love with you but still not ready to confess his feelings for you. His opinion on that was beginning to change though. He didn’t want to start a life with you knowing very well that you two were busy with school, then this past year you were getting your footing in life, finally building the career you worked so hard towards in college. He was busy as well, building Onigiri Miya from the ground up.

But after only a year, a little thanks to his brother, Onigiri Miya was thriving and Osamu was already beginning to earn profit. Then there was you. You had finally found a position you loved at a company you loved even more. You had even gone about teasing the twins saying that with the amount of money you’d begun to make, you’d be able to afford your own place in no time.

“Heh? What’re ya talking about, Y/N? Ya can’t leave me with that bully!” Atsumu whined when you told him you thought about getting your own place in the near future.

You chuckle at the childish pout thrown at you from your own lap by the bleach blonde. You two were waiting for Osamu to finish up dinner and you took the opportunity to tease Atsumu. Little did you know, Osamu was hanging on to every single one of your words, and Atsumu knew it.

“Osamu is not a bully, Atsumu. You provoke him, dumby. There’s a difference.” You snicker as Atsumu’s frown deepens.

“Either way. Ya can’t leave us.” The older twin huffs but then you can practically see the light bulb going off above his head. “Wait! Ya can just take me with ya. Problem solved.”

You groan. “Atsumu… Absolutely not.”

He lets another pout settle onto his face and whines, “Why not?”

“That would defeat the whole purpose of me moving out.” You pause, thinking about whether you should say it or not but decide there was no harm in it. “Besides, I would like to start dating and I can’t do that if I know you’re gonna be in the way, you big baby.”

Osamu nearly dropped the pan full of food he was holding. You hear a grunt and a hushed “shit” come from the kitchen. “You okay in there ‘Samu?”

“Yeah. Fine.” In reality the fox-like twin’s mind was running a mile a minute. He was finally running out of time. He had known this day would come. You’d never really had a serious partner, being more focused on yourself. Sure you had flings, but they never really worried Osamu because he knew they wouldn’t last. But he knew, now that you were comfortable enough with how your life was going and finally settled into a routine, that things would be different from here on out. You finally had time to work on a relationship and Osamu was now all too aware of it. He knew he would have to act soon.

Which brings you back to the present situation at hand. You and Osamu had both just gotten home from work. You had mentioned something about how surprised you were at the fact you still had a lot of energy after a full 8 hour day at work. At that statement, Osamu mumbled something about how maybe you could help him with dinner tonight. You chuckled and brushed the comment off. You know better than to get in Osamu’s way when he’s cooking unlike a certain setter you know. It’s not that you were bad at cooking, just more like inexperienced. You’ve never really found the need to cook for yourself. Growing up your mom always cooked for you and then you’ve lived with the twins throughout college so Osamu always kept you well fed. This being said, you thought maybe it was time to learn if you planned on living alone. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to be able to make meals for your dates once you start looking for someone.

You get settled into your after work routine and emerge from your room in your pajamas. You make a beeline for the couch already hearing Osamu poke around in the kitchen. You plop yourself on the couch but that’s as far as you get because Osamu is poking his head out and looking at you expectantly with a brow raise.

“What?” You can feel yourself begin to heat up under the man’s gaze.

Osamu gives you an exasperated look. “Come help me with dinner?”

You’re shocked. Osamu never does this. He’s always expressed how he enjoys being alone in the kitchen for once. Being able to move freely without worrying about what everyone else around him is doing like at the restaurant. But by the look on his very attractive face, he’s being absolutely serious.

“Oh. I thought you were joking.” You stand up and stretch before walking over to Osamu who is still standing there just staring at the spot you were at. You chuckle and pat his head. “I don’t know if I’ll be much help, but I’ll try my best. What are we making?”

You smile brightly at the grey haired man and he returns it with one of his own. “Yer favorite. Onigiri.”

You giggle at the sentiment. “Don’t you get tired of making that? You do it all day. It’s alright if you wanna make something else.”

“I think it’s about time I teach you how to make your favorite dish, don’t you?” He pats your head this time.

You let out another giggle. “I guess you’re right.”

He starts off by showing you how to prepare everything. You’re making Sha-ke (salmon) Onigiri so Osamu lets you prepare it while directing and then lets you watch him as he cooks it. You both shred the Salmon together and add another layer of glaze.

“For good measure.” ‘Samu gives you a devilish smirk, knowing full well that the glaze is your favorite part.

“Yeah yeah. For good measure. So what’s next?” You smile like an excited child. You’re actually really enjoying this and now you’re wondering why you had never tried cooking before now. But maybe it wasn’t just the activity, the company wasn’t so bad either.

“Next step is the final one. Molding the sticky rice around a ball of salmon.” He demonstrates twice before telling you to try it yourself. Osamu takes a portion of the rice and salmon and takes it to the counter across from you.

With his back to you he can’t see how much you’re struggling. You thought this was going to be the easiest part, but oh, were you wrong. The rice kept sticking to your hands and shaping the Onigiri wasn’t coming out right. It looked more like a disfigured ball instead of a triangle. You were starting to get frustrated. You kept swiping your hands over your face in annoyance. After the umpteenth sigh and a few minutes later, Osamu decides that maybe he should check up on you.

“How’s it going?” He asks earnestly while turning around to face your back.

You huff in defeat and turn around with your hands held out. “This is hard.”

Your hands have a pile of rice stuck to them and you somehow managed to get sticky rice all over your face as well. You’re pouting, genuinely upset at the fact you can’t properly shape your favorite meal. Osamu keeps a straight face on the outside. But on the inside he’s screaming at just how cute you look right now. Your cheeks are flushed in frustration, hair a slight mess, and the adorable pout on your pretty lips is almost too much. It’s like a cuteness overload and it takes Osamu a minute to gather himself before giving you a gentle smile.

The grey haired man chuckles and begins to pick at the rice stuck to your face. “Yer supposed to stick the rice to the salmon, silly. Not yer face.”

Your pout deepens. Almost mirroring Atsumu when he whines to you. “You don’t think I knew that, ‘Samu?” You whine.

Another chuckle escaped his lips. “C’mon. Let’s get ya to rinse this mess off yer fingers and then I can work on the rice sticking to yer face.”

“But what about the Onigiri…” You feel bad. You couldn’t even do the simple task of shaping rice. Maybe you weren’t as ready to live on your own as you thought you were.

“What about it? I’ll finish it once we get you cleaned up alright?” You simply nod your head. Osamu took note of how uncommonly down you seemed to be. This couldn’t be because of the Onigiri could it?

You rinse your hands over warm water and in no time they are cleared of any grains. Osamu helps you up onto the counter. He fits himself in between your legs and works on picking at the white rice sticking to your face. The youngest twin is so focused on the grain that he hasn’t even noticed the fact that your lower lip has begun to tremble. You were overthinking like always. How are you supposed to take care of yourself if you can’t even make your favorite food? What kind of adult doesn’t know how to make a simple dish like Onigiri? You’ve even seen Atsumu do it and he’s not the best in the kitchen either.

Osamu is so engrossed in cleaning off your face that he’s shocked by the tear that rolls over his finger as he goes for the last clump of rice stuck to your cheek. He looks up to you with worry and you seem just as shocked as he is. You chuckle softly and a little sadly.

“Sorry. I-I don’t even know where that came from.” You go to wipe away the tears But Osamu beats you to the punch.

The twin gingerly holds your face and wipes away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “No need to apologize. Why are you crying?”

“I’m just overthinking. How am I supposed to live on my own if I can’t even cook my favorite meal, something so simple? And here I was thinking I was so ready for it and I was even looking forward to it.” Your eyes widen not realizing until after saying it how your words may be offensive to the man standing in front of you. “Not that living with you and Atsumu is bad. I love living with you guys! It’s just- I just want to be fully independent. I will miss living with you guys. I just think as a woman in her mid twenties I should have a place of my own, y’know? It’s a little-”

You’re cut off by Osamu grabbing your face with one one hand and squeezing your cheeks, a little grunt escaping your mouth. “Yer rambling again. Ya do that when ya overanalyze things. Don’t worry. My feelings aren’t hurt by ya wanting to be independent. I get it. I’d actually prefer ya to not live here. That way I can finally ask ya out.”

The man was so nonchalant about the last sentence that you almost didn’t even react. But then it really sunk in. Your eyes widen and heat rises from your neck through your face and to your ears. Never in a million years did you think Osamu Miya would return your feelings.

Osamu chuckles at your stunned reaction. “I’m surprised ya never noticed to be honest. I never hid my feelings for ya. Even Atsumu figured it out.”

“Atsumu knew? How come you never said anything?” You’re brow furrows in confusion. You were happy, but frustrated that it took him so long to share his feelings with you. Although you guess it wasn’t fair of you to be frustrated with him when you’d withheld your feelings from him too.

“Ya always said how you weren’t interested in dating until ya got yer life together. I didn’t want to be another guy ya saw for a few weeks. I wanted to make sure I caught ya at the right time in yer life.” Osamu returns his other hand to your face and holds it there.

You grasp onto Osamu’s wrists and close in, only stopping when your lips are a breath away from his. You don’t even try to hide your obvious attempt by staring at his own plush lips. “Well obviously that was me being an idiot.”

Osamu lets out a deep and breathy chuckle, clearly affected by your proximity. His eyes begin to droop and he finally closes the short distance between your lips. His mouth slots with yours perfectly. The pressure he applies is just the right amount for this situation. It’s a deep kiss and his lips are so soft and just perfect. You’d scold yourself for not doing this sooner if it wasn’t for the fact that your mind could only focus on one thing at this moment. Him, Osamu, your mind was flooded with only his name and face and lips and hands and just him. It was quite the feat, considering your mind was always racing with random thoughts, almost always unfocused.

You move your hands from their place on Osamu’s wrists and loop your arms around his neck. The man’s arms slip from your face and fall onto your hips, gripping at them greedily, he pulls you in closer. The kiss deepens and you can’t help but let out a small noise in approval. Your lungs begin to burn and you try to ignore the sensation for as long as you possibly can but eventually you have to come up for air.

You part from Osamu and he leans in desperately trying to chase your lips but snaps out of his daze once he hears the loud gasp you let out. The younger twin lets out a breathy laugh and leans down to rest his forehead on your shoulder. You’re both silent for a few moments. Letting the other catch their breath. Osamu is the first to break the silence.

“Yeah. Definitely shoulda done that a lot sooner.” He turns his head that’s still resting on your shoulder and leaves a few feather light kisses on your neck.

You giggle at both his words and the sensation of his lips on your neck. “Yeah. You should’ve.”

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