#what is that Teru is leaning on fuck if I know

[ygodmyy20]

Mobtober Day 5: Official Art Redraw

[thousand-winters]

You know what else I love about the stage plays? Reigen is just... slightly more affectionate. Like, don't get me wrong, he's still shady as fuck and questionable at best, as he tends to be especially in season 1, but Baba Ryoma really puts in some really neat body language that makes more evident he cares.

I'm not saying this doesn't come across in the anime or manga, and honestly, it's perfectly fine as it is, it's not lacking anything, I just like the extra added gestures in the stage play.

Reigen already does this no matter what, but the way he frequently leans down to talk to Mob at his height, the frequent shoulder pats, the hair ruffles.

The two instances I particularly like are:

At the beginning of the second stage play, when Mob tells Reigen about the fight with Teru, they're sitting side by side instead of across each other, and Reigen IS very much leaning down once again to be at Mob's height and pretty much half turned toward him the whole time. It just heightens how close they seem in that scene.

THE 7TH DIVISION FIGHT. I feel like crying every time I see how Reigen straight up puts himself between the Scars and Mob a bunch of times, throwing an arm out to keep Mob behind him and grabbing him by the arm to put him out of harm's way as well (at the same time he's also calling out to the other kids, Shou included!).

It just... it kills me, man, it kills me. I love the stage plays so much.

[midnight-mismanagement]

Honestly I find it very interesting how unsettled Teru is during his entire date with Aoi. It's like he's waiting for her to snap/refuse him/return to the Aoi he knows from the other timeline. He asks for her hand while fully expecting her to say no, but when she says yes, he doesn't look happy, he's uneasy. And with how Aoi acts the whole time, really leaning into the whole "ooh isn't this scary? good thing I have Teru here to protect me!" it just makes him more unhappy, uncertain if she's bullshitting him or actually likes him, but regardless, it is very un-Aoi. Finally, he pushes for one final test with the food, and Aoi still obliges, but when he shows his unhappiness more publicly to others, that's when Aoi snaps and has no fear in slapping Teru, finally showing herself. I think this speaks to her dynamic with the Teru in this timeline (they have an unspoken, understood dynamic of sticking to the script, but Aoi isn't afraid to tell Teru when he's fucked up/when she's angry at him, and she's also not afraid of slapping him. I'm guessing Teru asking her to give him food in public was also not usually in their roster, since even Aoi couldn't help looking unhappy while doing it, or at least Teru publicly commenting on her reluctance was not usual, since they were both aware everything they did was just for show). And Teru doesn't seem upset or surprised at all that Aoi likes Akane, in fact he's the one who brings it up, and it's like that part of the world is righted once again. So, yeah, I was sure his intents weren't to drive Akane and Aoi apart in the long run, and this just further cemented it for me. I think he just wants to be close to both of them, and he knows they come as a set lol.

This also makes me wonder what Aoi is thinking in regards to Teru right now, like is she at all wondering why the hell Teru can't remember any of this important stuff?? (Or does she just think his brain got addled in an exorcist encounter but it's temporary lol).

[melissa-titanium]

can ijust. can i. ? this image?

first of all HOW? how are they all fitting in this tiny ass car. why is the car so small in the first place. the fact that reigen is driving with such an air of confidence is concerning in of itself but MOB he is STANDING UP in this fucking car with REIGEN IN THE DRIVERS SEAT my boy you are GOING TO FALL! TELEKENESIS WILL NOT SAVE YOU. tome my queen she is getting compressed back there. maybe thats good, autism compression . comfortable. ok nvm she is having a good time i think. she doesn't look particularly bothered. mezato looks so funny tho wadda hell she doin. she is leaning so far out of that damn car she is going to fall face first onto the fucking asphalt. tsubomis fucking hair blowing in the wind girl why you so eyes !!!!!!!!! FUCKING GOUDA IN THE BACKGROIND??? WHY IS HE DEFAULT POSING HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK LIKE HES IN THE CARRRRRRRR BOY WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING STANDING ON YOU ARE PROBABLY BIGGER THAN THAT ENTIRE CAR BUMPER TO HEADLIGHTS . he is so buff he can maintain a pose perfectly reminiscent of standing while sitting in the back seat of a car. no fucking wonder mezato is falling the fuck out of teh car gouda probably takes up one and a half seats. and just. TERU???TERU??????? PLEASE WHAT. WHAT IS THAT GAY ASS FUCKING POSE HOW DO I EVEN DESCRIBE THAT WITHOUT SAYING A HOMOPHOBIC SLUR. LIKE?????? WHY ARE. WHY. ???? WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS. no bitch i know who but like WHY. youare not going to impress anybody falling onto the pavement and getting run over by a bus during a particularly sharp turn. he looks like hes posing for a car commercial or somWAIT HOLD THE FUCK ON IS HE HOLDING MOBS ARM? POST CANCELLED I NEED TO CALL HIM A SLUR

[sunkingwrites]

Terushima pushes down on your shoulders 'til you're on your knees.

You already know what's happening, or at least you think you do, and you start pulling down his sweatpants. Casting glances up at him while he watches and snickers.

There's something different in the air, but you peg it as your own excitement and decide to push the feeling away. You have a more important task at hand, and it's still trapped under a wet patch of cotton.

Teru tugs his underwear down his thighs, leaving them bunched around his knees.

You reach up to grab his dick with an eager hand, but he shoves your hand back down with a pointed, "Wait."

So you listen, like he knows you will.

Watching his own fingers wrap around his length has you leaning forward, tongue out. But he stops you again.

"Fuck you're eager- I told you to wait, though, yeah?" His focused look shifts to a teasing one. "I'll give you something, don't worry."

Teru's focus is back, but he still wears that smug grin. The deft fingers of his free hand press against the back of your head, keeping you in place. Your tongue lolls out again, but he doesn't lower himself onto your tongue like you want him to.

Instead, his shimmering tip nudges your forehead, and he presses it with his fingers before smearing his pre in a line above your eyebrows.

What is he doing?

Teru's thumb replaces his dribbling tip, painting an arc on your forehead.

"Siimbaa"

What.

The Fuck.

[2n2n]

rank all Amanes (canon + AU) from most-to-least 'liberated'... (like, indulgent, self-satisfied, flourishing)... onegaishimasu

aough my GOD. Ok I'll do my BEST. My God....

Setting ground rules.

Amane at his most liberated is: completely insane and harming wantonly, that is what I think. His amount of hesitation or reluctance to take Nene, or interact with Tsukasa, are good markers for his self-possessed status. As well as, whether or not Amane is subjected to the world at large's rules and restrictions, how much freedom he acts with, if he's being kept in line or making his own rules…

These are what I shall consider the most.

MOST INDULGENT & SELF-SATISFIED, to LEAST

1. Ghost Hotel

He's a murderer, and he's not sorry about it. He decorates Tsukasa's (?) grave with a smile. He corrupts/entraps others with a smile. He playfully jokes about doing to Nene exactly what he did with Tsukasa (if you leave I'll be sad, so sad… so sad, I may just have to drink your blood). He doesn't… inhibit, anything. He's leaning wholly into the villain schtick, and he's even running rampant, master of his domain, ruler of this hotel, all is under his jurisdiction, seemingly. He seemingly answers to no system of power or greater force, no authority, no punishment. TERU is forced into the shadows and seedy underground methods!! He's simply going to Get Nene, and that's that; he wants her, so he'll have her, immediately, no hesitation, not even worried about her consent in the least. The ambiguity is how much he interacts with Tsukasa directly, though they both coexist in the hotel. Tsukasa can be seen only by some guests and not others. Can Hanako see him? I hope so, but if he can't, maybe that is why he is so nasty. Their matching seals imply something.

2. Black Spade King

I wish I knew, more, about this complete and utter nightmare. He seems perfectly self-satisfied and content with his kingdom of ash and bone, and unashamed of all that he's doing. He has all of this supremacy and control going for him, and he's unabashed to approach and pursue Nene with confidence. He doesn't look like he's holding back anything or avoiding catching feelings, he'd just like to, have her. Make You Mine. What we see of him here he seems like, just a crazy guy. I don't know. He seems just contentedly off his rocker completely, and, I guess he killed his brother for ultimate power… ??? I have no idea what his status is with Tsukasa, who is some sort of God beneath the castle. Does he, willfully, keep Tsukasa down there? The seals sortof suggest this … probably Tsukasa is his… prisoner? Power source? This guy has an endlessly sprawling kingdom of graves and undead slaves. Ash rains from the sky. His army is the most powerful in the world. He is going to expand his empire of death. His brother simply 'disappeared'. FUCKING RUN AWAY NENE-CHAN!!!!!!!! but you can't.

3. Kamome Valentine Company

Judging by the GIGANTIC WAREHOUSE OF JEWELERY I actually think this Hanako's life is RUINED by pleasure and frivolity. Ruinous I tell you. I really think he has probably just spend many many years doing little else but playing games with Tsukasa, making bets, messing with people's hearts without a single drop of guilt or remorse, and he is some sort of demon that exists to do just this kind of thing and gain satisfaction off of it. His matching jewelery with Tsukasa makes me think that they like, figured it out, or something. Consummated. I don't KNOW. BECAME COMMITTED TO ONE ANOTHER WILLFULLY? SAW THE EXTENT OF EACH OTHER'S LOVE OPENLY???? They seem completely self-content to the point of barely registering the world outside of them. What the fuck! They don't seem to have to answer to anybody or suffer consequences? What little we see anyway, they just exist as they are, and faff off… This is the 1 Hanako who is so obsessed with only his brother that he doesn't even feel possessive of Nene….???? I don't think he lacks confidence to pursue her, he just, doesn't, care… ??????? It's wild. Happy enough to gaslight her and see her off and get back to what really matters: cashing in on his winning bet. He's on this Earth to play games with Tsukasa endlessly and fill that hoarders den warehouse with yet more bangles, bangles which symbolize memories of games he played with Tsukasa, more than anything. Reckless abandon he lives with. And being that he's way too comfortable with Tsukasa, I don't get the impression he feels guilt about… whatever circumstances lead Tsukasa to have that seal. The lifestyle on the surface sortof looks more bleak than something as lush as the ryokan, but I'm under the impression it's just that the 'type' of being he is only cares about certain things. It almost feels like him and Tsukasa hacked some sort of system by being in love with one another... as some sort of love-controlling demons....

4. Bakeneko Ryokan

Also a profound cockiness and self-assuredness to this Hanako, and he again seems, at least, to lack guilt about what he's done or the consequences of his actions. He enjoys the luxuries of the ryokan, his captive, Tsukasa, appears happy and well and in his immediate vicinity, available for him to play with, seemingly without an interruption or impediment between them. That said, he endured for SOME amount of time, spectating Tsukasa in probably a less than ideal situation, and who knows what happened to them on their way TO the Ryokan…? He was sort of normal, once… he's not in dastardly control whisking away Tsukasa. He at some point, felt panicked and felt a lack of control. Fear of losing Tsukasa, fear of others doing this or that... He isn't the master in charge of the entire Ryokan; Sakura is… so he lacks the total 'king on his throne' vibe of Ghost Hotel or Spade King, or the 'rogue agent doing its own thing' of Valentine's. For whatever reasons, whatever constraints of the world, he does just work a job. Though he does capriciously threaten to eat humans, so he's not all that restrained. Nene is JUST his normal coworker in this AU, and a normal bakeneko girl. I feel like there's less inhibiting them than ever lol. He harasses her as he pleases and I don't see any reason he can't just take her when he's worn her down enough.

5. Hanako of the Opera

He seems like he's having a lot of fun. He doesn't seem too troubled. Him and Tsukasa have matching rings, so I guess they've, consummated, whatever, reached a conclusion, feel good about themselves. The Phantom typically lives underneath the Opera... do him and Tsukasa live together? I... have no idea. Hope they are down there with their candelabras and cobwebs, singing and playing piano together... He's out here giving roses to Nene and Tsukasa both. He's adamant and shitty to Nene, and Nene thinks of him as 'the Angel', so he's doing great for himself? He's pretty insane and throws his weight around, happy to threaten others while actually doing nothing that bad at any point we see. In the snippet we got, he seems to take the fall for Mitsuba's poisoning to protect Tsukasa (but unwittingly protects Kou, the one who actually poisoned Mitsuba), and uses the circumstance to his advantage, commanding everyone to do as he says. Teru technically owns the building and Hanako is not all that powerful, here. He's not even able to control who is the leading role. I think this guy is pretty limited in how much he can move and whatall he can do… so he's low ranking. But he is self-possessed enough to boss Nene around, threaten others, and consort all he pleases with Tsukasa, so he seems good enough. More constraints keeping him from some sort of crazy domination, Just a Sortof Scary Guy. He seems kinda mild! For Hanako! And I think IF he acted up, meaningfully, that he'd be punished summarily somehow...

6. Phantom Thief

what do we even know about this guy... We were so early on in the manga at the time of this AU that it can't really have a lot of salacious details. There is a Tsukasa here. But he isn't 'with' Hanako, he's merely relaying information to Nene via letters and such, trying to key her into Hanako's identity. I think this Hanako is secretive and obtuse like our canon guy, so I don't think he's actually doing so well, and I think Tsukasa is trying to work around him to procure a better solution or beget him nicer circumstances. I assume Phantom Thief boy is troubled secretly. He has like, no power. He is the underhanded backdoor guy while the Minamoto have more operative control. He's under a lot of authoritative pressure and has seemingly no real power, he's just a shitty little thief guy who is good at thiefing. I doubt he's much more self-possessed than canon Hanako, who is at least the effective God of a school, even if he's also its prisoner... he gets to boss people around and threaten them, you know... I dunno what this guy has going for him.

7. Magic Academy Teen Drama Boy

I actually rank him higher than normal Hanako because he at least is doing nothing but his own hobbies, seemingly, completely immersed in that. His problems are comically mundane, he's just…. like, socially withdrawn and doesn't like attention being brought to him. He'd like to be quiet and doing his own thing, left alone. For whatever reason, he has complete control over Tsukasa, though, and can ping him at any moment. So he's doing pretty well for himself, isn't he? Tsukasa is just like… his? He's comfortable with Tsukasa and with him all the time. I, don't know, given the suggestions in canon that Hanako ate Tsukasa in some way, and in this AU, eating, someone, makes them your familiar in a contract with you, I don't know . Anything could be true for, these two, and there could be deceptive aspects to this AU... He goes relatively low though because he's reluctant towards Nene. His impediment seems to be his own uh, dislike of being noticed or drawn attention to… so, he has a way to go. He's not harassing Nene or feeling entitled to her attention or imprisoning her. He's also not imprisoning Tsukasa, as far as we know... they lack seals or anything. I'm not sure this Amane can really manage much on his own, he would probably just tinker endlessly with his electronics. He faces a normal human amount of pressures and punishments and the usual reasons to act in line in a collectivist society… sadly, not a complete crazy guy putting women in his dungeon. I feel very sorry for him, in that way, but I also don't feel sorry for him, because he just has Tsukasa on-call, and Nene is TRYING!!!! to fuck him. Really this one is like, frustrating. I think if other Hanako saw THIS one they'd fuckin shove him in a locker, like, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, HAVE SEX WITH HER, WHAT IS STOPPING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! *SLAPS CONTROLLER OUT OF HIS HAND*

8. Monster Nursery

He seems like just a pretty mundane wagecuck, so to speak. He has a job, and he quietly does it, and does it well, but not so exceedingly well that he has phenomenal sway or anything. Just an underling in a greater company. He writes good papers and has shitty handwriting. Tsukasa is actually better at the job than him, and in the past, made the biggest strides for the company(?)… and Tsukasa seems a lot more ah, flourishing, here. He's awful well-suited to raising Nene-chan and full bore into it.

Amane is meek and quiet nerd guy here. He's pretty normal. He doesn't seem to face a catastrophic amount of pressure and constraints and punishments, but he also doesn't hold any meaningful power. I rank him low. I don't think he's all that excited about life or self-possessed. He needs to fuck the Nene Tsukasa's raised. That will fix him. I don't even know what this guy would look like, going crazy, or bucking against the structures of this company, or what consequences would befall him. Do him and Tsukasa live together....? presumably.... ? We do not get to see them interact; maybe it would just have been a spoiler to depict them being too close, lol....

9. canon Hanako

He's seemingly being kept in line under authoritative pressure and threats to tow that line. He was targetted in the past by grandma Minamoto, somehow, and is sealed. He has little freedom or mobility. He is crazy and relatively perky, in his sexual harassment of Nene, but he's extremely inhibited and self-hateful and reluctant to lean into his own nature-- the harassment is itself a form of protection, keeping his interest crude and rude and trying to obfuscate sincerity with boorish horniness. He doesn't really harm others for his own pleasure, but out of necessity, though he does threaten for fun. Tsukasa is trying to work around him and help open up new possibilities for him, maybe. Hanako seemingly can't bring himself to be more intimate with Tsukasa (?), and they spend much of their time apart. He feels a lot of negative things about his past and buries it deep and feels no hope or ambition towards the future. He has obligations and doesn't do as he pleases, and he can't exit his environment. His environment is not as pretty or pleasurous as a ryokan. His past has pain, but also, many years of joy with Tsukasa and some shining moments with Nene... and surely, he once felt something very euphoric surrounding the shinjuu, but that's a sensation most Amane get the pleasure of, so it can't rank him up. He's more cocky and insane than some of the wagecucks and society drones above, BUT ..... indulging being a little nerdo and being able to like, run around and not get blasted by a big sword at any moment, puts them over top of this one. School Boy is weak but can probably go to McDonalds whenever he wants. Or attend a festival. Or go to Nene's house. Our Hanako has to watch her leave every day, unable to follow her an inch further. I'm sure if we had entire mangas about other boys we'd be screaming about every Hanako though, and he's probably always 10 layers deep in lying and obfuscating how much pain or pleasure he is having.

Given how much him & Tsukasa are heehee playing in AUs, they might be closer even now than we think... I don't trust how warm this guy looks about everything.

I worry he deserves to be higher on the list, but if he is, I fear for my life. How can we judge this guy's pleasure? He is making sure we don't know about it .............

[metallteeff]

not to gush or seem as though i’m hyping up ONE but i really do adore his imagery and symbolsim he uses

there’s stuff used commonly such as plants and flowers (cactus for ritsu and the bouquet in confession along with everything with the divine tree) as well as the use of hands for just about anyone but particularly reigen and teru come to mind (could be read as a means of keeping up and breaking their facades respectively)

but then there’s things like trash and garbage used when we see kamuro (very direct in its means but i really do love this example because i feel like i don’t often see garbage used to tell or reflect anything about a character or their sense of self. it’s wormed it’s way into my art and i think about it quite often.) and light but mostly water in relation to reigen. there’s also teru’s hair but since that’s way more direct i don’t really know if it fits here i’m more talking about stuff that is simply shown but not expanded on much within canon. it’s simply there as a visual aid

but i really do enjoy the way one presents these things because 1) they often look wonderful in the manga panels and are some of my favorites when these things are shown. but 2) none of it feels like it’s just surface level and slapped on top.

this is one of favorite like pairs of panels in the manga bc i am a sucker for botanical imagery but also i love what’s chosen for them. ritsu with cacti and the narration given is pretty explanatory but i still love it. but kamuro with roses makes me giddy bc for fucking once it’s not a stupid romance flower. worst romance flower sorry i hate roses. but to lean into a rose’s association for passion along with its usual dark red coloring makes it perfect for both his character and this arc being sinister and obsessive with cleanup. i love it so much

oh not to mention spoons too! i don’t have a cohesive explanation or personal reading on spoons but obviously it’s strongly correlated with ritsu and his mental state and mentality towards himself etc. it’s kind of like a punching dummy that later reflects the emotions he takes out on ppl thru his powers lol.

i cant really think much of anything else as of rn i just really like when it’s clear that the author of something doesn’t necessarily abide by typical outlines made for common symbolism or imagery and rather make up their own canon and meanings for things commonly used to uncommon and mundane objects, body parts, or other things like animals and nature in relation to their own story and universe. that’s what makes these actually feel like they are rooted in these characters rather than just assigning vague random things that loosely fit a character. hope that makes sense.

also my favroite panel of hands relating to teru to close this off

[rivalcobalt]

Oh also consulting on that last ask ended up with us discussing how shit would go if all the Ryo expies were forced to live in a house together, so bonus I guess:

-Kaworu is relatively unbothered by the madness but does try to keep things civil where possible. Tells Shinji his siblings are a little wild but generally downplays it because he doesn't know what's normal and Shinji is not prepared when he goes over for the first time

-Mikaela is like "god I can't stand living here you're all insane and I just don't have the patience to deal with the fallout every time" and has to stop Yuu from trying to join Komaeda in building bombs in the kitchen

-Mika's one of the less likely ones to kill someone over interpersonal drama, however physical violence is still very on the table and he probably considers whether or not he has a moral obligation to take out certain others (top of the list being Light)

-Homura is the first to have a psychotic breakdown because dealing with deranged twinks is even worse when you're not a twink yourself

-Anthy starts trying to poison the rest of the household. Homura joins her when she finds out

-Ryo is second to have a psychological breakdown (as soon as the weed runs out)

-the ones who would get REALLY fed up first would be Goro and then Mika and Homura, but Homura reacts first and Mika and Goro stew for a while. Goro definitely tries to kill someone when he snaps though

-[Mikael]: Ryo doesn't really interact with anyone. He owns the house but is a cryptid in it. Sometimes people will spot him ominously leaning and like . Smoking or shoving his face full of candy in the middle of the night. They know he lives in the house because they can like. Hear him blasting music but they can never tell where it's coming from

[Me]: Bro Strider if he wasn't abusive

-eventually they start to form factions. Don't know who sides with who or how long any of these last though

-Dio and Sephiroth just instantly kill each other at the same time. While having sex.

-Light and Goro start sapiosexually courting eachother before Goro realizes what a spoiled brat he is and then gets into a fist fight with him which devolves into repeated attempts to kill each other as non-homoerotically as possible. The more Goro gets to know Light, the more he hates him, and the more he especially hates the ways that they're similar

-Yami Bakura keeps laying traps for everyone home alone style but they constantly fail. Like he does this extensively. They only ever succeed in trapping Komaeda (who everyone assumes just keeps getting into these accidents by himself) and occasionally Teru (who effortlessly escapes from said traps and both genuinely thinks they're normal pranks and enjoys winding Bakura up when he gets out of them. Slaps Bakura on the back and says "that was a good one" each time while Bakura is fuming with rage)

-Joshua is the only one in complete control the whole time. He thinks this shit is hilarious and is constantly egging the others on and trolling them. This is his Heaven, at least until a few of them figure out how to get under his skin intentionally. Livestreams the big fights or schemes online

-N, Clear, and Normal Bakura start a therapy group, but Mikaela and Kaworu are the only ones that show up. N and Mikaela cry on the regular there while Clear and Bakura start playing smash in the background. Kaworu insists he's completely fine but just goes because he thinks group therapy is a good idea

-no one in this fucking house can be trusted to cook besides Clear and, ironically, Mika (the guy who can't actually eat it). Way harder to get Mika to actually cook for them than Clear though

[anemia-rp]

Xuan grins and brushes some of Teru's hair out of his face to admire the younger's pretty face as he's enraptured by the passion and pleasure of their lovemaking. "You are cute, you know that?~" Xuan chuckles and enjoys the little whines coming out of Teru, upping the pace as he keeps moving in and out of him. It doesn't take long though until he joins his boyfriend's music, Teru's warm walls wrapped around his dick drawing soft moans and grunts out of Xuan too, as the man closes him eyes to focus on the pleasure. "If I am your fairytale prince, then you are my fairytale angel on the shoulder, to guide me through my life's journey?~" He seems to enjoy this comparison and as the other presses his forehead against his, Xuan leans in for a kiss. "Always and forever...~"

"Hah…yeah?" He smiles in a flattered way and flutters his eyelashes, doing so in a slightly ironic way, but he for sure has a feminine vein so it somewhat suits him. Though a second later he can't put up the little act anymore but needs to hold tight onto Xuan's shoulders while the other thrusts into him and Teru moves against this wonderful rhythm. It's like as if he's in a trance during those moments, holding his eyes closed to enjoy it all thoroughly, whining and wimpering occassionally as well. "Everything, yeah", he approves, unable to come up with more. All what matters is their physical and emotional closeness. "My body and mind are fucking imprinted onto you, my goddamn wonderful Master. Yeah, forever and ever." This thick musky scent erupted him as he shifts a little, leaning more backwards to search for the perfect angle, his head bended back as well, throat exposed as he shamelessly indulges in his bliss.

@phoenix-of-jade

[ygodmyy20]

Mob Psycho Season 2 re-watch thoughts

Whelp that was intense!!!

Okay first, watching Shigeo cycle through all his 100% emotions was more gripping than I remember. And yep I am still fucking fascinated with 100% ecstasy.

There is still something so, so so soooo unnerving about the start to that fight. Shigeo leans into rage on purpose, which I didn't remember. And then when he gets to ecstasy/bliss before falling into sadness and then resignation...fuck. Even on the rewatch it's so intense. It's a lot all at once. SO many emotions ,and there is always this strange happiness I have for him, to get to experience ALL THAT but it's also so jarring.

Something that surprised me, was Shigeo's anger through most of the 3-4 episode finale just throughout it. I had watched many clips, but on the rewatch, he is legit just pissed the whole way through. He comes back a bit a few times but like, for the most part, he is mad. And I didn't really realize that before. He is showing so much emotion especially after the fire. Like yeah this scene didn't last long

But the emotions from it come through the whole rest of the finale. His argument with Serizawa, him finally snapping at Suzuki. All of it felt like he was holding onto that anger from earlier and not letting it go until he basically went to 100% on everything.

In a way Shigeo used that fight to process his own emotions probably, everything he had been holding in.

I also think that being able to actually feel those emotions, even if they were unstable, shows Shigeo's growth. The fact that he raises his voice in the finale, that he is assertive, that he realizes the responsibility he (and he makes this choice, I don't think he was forced into it) wants to take.

Okay, he was backed into a corner somewhat. But he could have taken the same out as S1. If he REALLY wanted to and asked Reigen, you know Reigen would have agreed.

Shigeo decided that he needed to take action, that he could help save the people he cared about. It nearly destroyed him which is a whole 'nother bucket of feels.

Also fuck now that I am thinking about the whole end scene, of Reigen.

Fuck what was he thinking? I mean, at this moment, he had to of thought Mob was dead....

And then after they found Mob he had gone further than anyone had seen him before. He was down for the count, completely spent. That's scary. To see someone you care about get to that place. Push themselves so far they can't even move. That's scary for Reigen, for Ritsu, for Teru—they all saw Shigeo as invincible. And at that point, where they find him, they realize that he's not.

He came within a breath of dying and that is something that weighs on anyones mind, let along two kids and Reigen (who okay, is an adult but he is only 25. I remember when I was 25...you're an adult. But still have a lot of life to learn).

But anyway.

Wonderful season.

I think it has the highest highs for me, but still not my favorite. Nothing compares to the finale for me.

I can't wait to get to confession arc.

[sugawarassoulmate]

akiteru x bad boy 🍑 👀👀

akiteru is so sexy and i want the world to know it!

words: 613

cw: fem!reader, forbidden relationship, unrequited crush, reader is 22/akiteru is 27, fingering, caught (implied), minors dni

“you need to stop teasing him,” you scold in between kisses. akiteru just laughs.

kei’s crush on you was obvious—you knew, his friends knew, hell even your cat knew. his brother knew too, which made this whole situation one big joke to him.

some days akiteru would strut into the living room, shamelessly showing off the deep bruise on his neck for everyone to see. or for one person to see in particular. you look over at kei who’s got a scowl on his face, snapping that his brother is being gross.

but you don’t miss the way his eyes briefly look in your direction, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

nobody knows that you and akiteru are dating, mostly because of kei’s feelings for you. one of these days, you’ll break the news to him and deal with the consequences. you were always his friend and now you’re sleeping with his brother. you feel guilty every time, but akiteru makes you feel things that nobody else could, that you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

“aw, you still care about kei’s little feelings for you? should i not do this then?” he slips past your shorts, cupping your heat with his massive hand. it’s embarrassing how much your body reacts to him.

“teru…”

“if that’s the case, i definitely shouldn’t be doing this,” akiteru says before leaning in to kiss you once more. as he bullies his tongue into your mouth, his hand teases your slit, fingers getting wet almost immediately. “should i stop? we wouldn’t want kei to find out, right?”

he makes pretend as if he’s going to pull away from you but you’re desperately reaching for him. keeping him close to your body, grinding your cunt against his hand. he smiles, pleased that you’re playing right into his hand—just like you always do.

“do you want me to please you, honey? get those bad thoughts out of your head so the only thing you’re thinking about is me?” he breathes against your lips. “and my cock?” akiteru’s fingers enter your warmth, slowly pumping in and out. “stretching out this pretty pussy until you’re just a dumb little girl who’ll let me do anything?”

any thoughts of kei and your stupid conscious slipped away. once you gave him the okay, akiteru pounced to take what he wanted. when you tried to keep your voice down, he’d pin your hand to the mattress and tell you to let it out.

after cumming three times on his fingers, akiteru finally splits you open on his cock—your body becoming limbless and malleable for him. “this pussy belongs to me, yeah? you’re my brainless fuck toy, mine to take whenever i please.” akiteru’s hips drill into you, nearly jolting your cute body off the bed.

you were too sensitive, your body buzzing and pulsing with every movement. akiteru’s name was the only thing bouncing around the walls of your empty head. “teru…m’gonna cum…” you whisper, voice broken from all the cries.

“cum for me, honey,” he says, forehead pressing against yours. “be a good girl and cum on my cock.” your vision blurs when akiteru thumbs at your clit, letting out a shrill scream when you cum for the fourth time that night, almost pushing his cock out from the power of your orgasm.

you’re too fucked out to care how rough akiteru gets with you when he cums, filling your cunt with his seed. he collapses on top of you, crowding your body with his larger frame as his cock softens inside. you could stay like this forever, blissfully unaware of anything else.

you don’t even notice kei’s bedroom door slamming down the hall.

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[skyrettes]

Yours

Damian

Kadang kala kita itu harus merelakan sesuatu yang memang bukan untuk kita. Termasuk mereka-mereka yang pergi tanpa tahu kapan kembali. Menurut gue kita itu nggak benar-benar jadi milik orang lain. Karena bagaimanapun sesuatu yang menjadi hak milik kita akan selamanya jadi hak milik kita, dan hal itu nggak akan pernah pergi. Kenapa gue bilang kita bukan milik siapa-siapa? Karena suatu saat nanti kita akan kembali kepada-Nya, bukan kepada orang yang mengklaim kita sebagai miliknya.

Ketika Alessia bilang dia nggak bisa sama gue, pada saat itu nggak ada keinginan didalam hati gue untuk memaksa dia untuk tetap sama gue. Saat itu gue cuma ngerasa, mungkin udah begini jalannya, dan sampai kapanpun gue nggak akan bisa meminta dia untuk terus sama gue ketika dia merasa kita nggak akan pernah bisa sejalan. Karena yang berhak atas kebahagiaan diri Alessia itu ya Alessia sendiri. Dan kalau dia merasa kebahagiaannya bukan sama gue, maka gue pun nggak bisa melakukan apapun selain biarin dia pergi.

She's never be mine, karena dia nggak membiarkan gue memilikinya.

"Damian!"

Segila-gilanya gue kalau lagi galau, gue nggak pernah ngerasain rasa hampa kayak gini. Untuk ukuran orang yang baru masuk dalam dunia percintaan, ternyata patah hati terasa lumayan sakit, meskipun nggak sesakit waktu crash di sirkuit.

Segila-gilanya gue, gue nggak pernah expect kalau suaranya pun masih terus terngiang-ngiang di kepala gue dengan begitu jelas.

"I want you, Damian!"

Dan segila-gilanya gue, gue nggak pernah berekspektasi kalau suara itu bukan hanya haluan didalam otak gue semata. She's here, In Singapore.

Ketika tatapan kita bertemu, cuma satu pertanyaan yang terbesit dalam kepala gue pada saat itu. Dia kesini sendirian?

Rasanya lama banget. Iya, seminggu nggak ngelihat dia rasanya lama banget. Dan begitu sosoknya berdiri tepat didepan gue, rasa hampa yang sebelumnya mengisi dada gue tiba-tiba sirna. Gue nggak tahu perasaan apa yang mengganti kesirnaan itu, padahal kedatangannya pada saat itu belum membawa kepastian karena dia masih terus diam selama hampir sepuluh menit lamanya.

"Heh, sini." Dia menggelengkan kepalanya sebagai penolak lalu kembali menunduk.

Gue nggak menghampirinya pada saat itu, because I'm afraid that I couldn't let her go again. Gue takut ketika gue mendekat, perasaan egois itu akan menguasai gue.

"I'm sorry. Gue minta maaf karena mutusin lo secara sepihak. I was fucked up that day. Gue kacau banget sampai nggak bisa berpikir jernih. I'm just— scared,"

"I thought breaking up with you will make it easier for me. I don't have to worry about losing you again and then living my life without thinking about you. But it turns out that everything hurts a lot when I know that you're not here."

Alessia— kenapa lo jadi begini? Kenapa lo bikin gue jadi nggak ingin lepas lo?

Seumur hidup gue terbiasa untuk berdiri dibawah kaki gue sendiri. Gue nggak membatasi diri dengan orang lain, gue cuma ngerasa kalau nggak sepatutnya gue bersandar pada orang lain, karena bagaimanapun juga menjadikan orang lain sebagai sandaran gue sama aja dengan gue bergantung pada orang tersebut. Gue nggak ingin menggantungkan hidup gue pada Alessia, karena gue takut jika suatu saat nanti dia pergi, gue nggak bisa lagi berdiri dengan kaki gue sendiri, karena selama ini dia yang selalu membantu gue untuk berdiri.

"What do you want, Al?"

Alessia mendongak hingga tatapan kita pun akhirnya kembali bertemu. Dia menangis. Dia menangis untuk gue. Dia menangis untuk orang seperti gue, yang seharusnya nggak pantas untuk hal itu.

"I want you, Damian. I want you to take care of me. I want you to lean on me. I want you to hug me. I want you to kiss me. I want you to be with me. I want you, Damian."

Gue pikir selama ini gue adalah orang yang paling nggak diinginkan oleh orang lain. My biological Mom trow me away, my Dad treat me like I was someone else, everyone looked at me as a rebellious child. Selama dua puluh enam tahun hidup, untuk pertama kalinya dalam hidup gue ada orang yang dengan terus terang menginginkan gue.

Dan kalau membuat gue jadi miliknya akan membuat dia bersama gue untuk sementara waktu, I'll do that.

"I'm yours, Al,"

"I'm all yours."

[melissa-titanium]

people need to do more text posts where they speak like reigen. like could you imagine homestuck character analysis in the way reigen navigates himself in a social scenario. he has such an interesting way of speaking

A MONTH. BUT . Ineed to ineed to find more character anaylses on mp100 characs;rs so ican. ..... get a grasp on wtf their deals are...saw a REAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLY good katsuya & sho analysis earlier today im gonna be thinking about it all day. UR SO FUCKING RIGHT THO OMG PLLLLLLLEAAAAAAASEEEEEE INEED INEED TO SEE HOW PEOPLE WOULD REPLICATE HIS WAY OF SPEAKING VIA TEXT. ive seen so many people say he woudl use 👈🖖🫱👈🖖🤏🫰✌️✌️🫲🤙🤙🤘🫴🫳🫰🫰🫸👌✋🤞👇👎🤛 emojis and shit and like IDK . idk . typing style headcanons r one of my favorite things to fuck aroumd with because of homestuck its so interesting to think about. like what woudl their typing quirk be. ITHINKALOT ABOUT SHIGES TYPING STYLE ACTUALLY i cant recall if we ever actually see him text anyone but im soooo fucking curious. i see a big balancing point between everypnes general consensus in being "He would type with perfect syntax." vs "he would type in all lowercase with no punctuation" and im leaning towards the former because proper grammar looks friendlier to me but the latter could be interesting. teru canonically makes puns w/his name over text & also uses emojis i think so we have that going for himNO WAIT U KNOW WHAT WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS THIS IS ABOUT TEXTPOSTS NOT FUCKING TYPING QUIRKS . IM . FYUCJ. WENT INTO A TANGENT

[lacharcutiere]

ur my favorite drug & my worst hangover [nsfw 18+, terushima yūji]

5,9k words

✯haikyuu!! masterlist✯

winter sem break brings the new year, & a few other new developments too.

smut, tiny bit of angst, fwb, fluff // quit - lil aaron & travis barker. god this song goes so hard

the way all i talk abt is how much i love teru but have nothing to show for it— yeah we’re gonna fix that. man i love him

☾𓆙𓂻

— SOBER

the soft hum of the tv in the background slowly fades into your awareness as you blink blearily awake, almost forgetting where you are for a second.

you’re in yūji’s living room, duh. your semestral break has not been nearly as interesting as either of you’d hoped: instead, you’ve both succumbed to alternating between each other’s childhood homes, binging netflix and random youtube videos and eating chips and tubs of ice cream late into the night, as has been your custom for years.

it’s dim but for the glow of the screen, and it’s kind of chilly in here now, even with you wrapped up in a hoodie. (yours, not yūji’s. you only borrow his in emergencies.)

he’s not next to you now, but his footsteps—you know them by now: quick and kind of heavy but not overbearingly loud—are entering the room again, and you feel the sofa cushions dip a little as he retakes his seat next to you.

“hey,” he says, smiling, “you’re awake.”

“hmmph,” you mumble, sitting upright to stretch your back. “what time is it?”

“uh.” he squints at the digital clock next to the tv. “like one?”

“‘m cold.”

“me too.”

“‘nd tired.”

“you just woke up?”

“i’m tired,” you whine.

yūji groans. “you’re really gonna make me go to sleep this early?”

“you don’t have to sleep, but i will.”

“yeah,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “but who’s gonna keep me company then?”

“i dunno,” you shoot back, “text tetsu or something. he’s probably still up.”

he rolls his eyes but relents, standing from the sofa. “fine.” and he holds out a hand to help you up, which you don’t take.

“i can do shit for myself,” you joke, rolling your eyes.

“right.”

—

it’s not much warmer in his room despite the thermostat supposedly being set to an acceptable temperature, but at least the sleeping bag on the floor next to yūji’s bed is insulated, and he’s given you a couple extra blankets for which you’re grateful. the biting chill of january does not fuck around.

so you nestle yourself into a little cocoon of linens and pillows and pull your hood up, curling into a ball in an effort to conserve your body heat. you hear him laugh a little as he watches you.

“what?”

“nothing.”

there’s the light hum of a phone ringing a few times, and that little beep as tetsu picks up the facetime call.

sleep clouds your senses to the background music of stifled laughter and loud whispers and the occasional static of yūji’s phone speaker.

— BUT U PULLED ME CLOSER

the next few minutes, hour—you have no idea—pass just like that, with you drifting languidly in and out of sleep and the sounds of yūji and tetsurō’s voices audible but incomprehensible in the background.

last you remember, you’re slipping back under again, hearing tetsu through the staticky iphone speaker.

and then you wake up again because you’re fucking freezing and it’s quiet and the lights are off, except for the little reading light mounted to the headboard of yūji’s bed. you sit up on your elbows, craning your neck, and see that he’s still up, lying on his stomach with his phone dimly illuminating his face.

“what time’s it?” you mumble.

“uh... 2:38.” he pauses. “y’alright?”

“cold,” you say.

he locks his phone then, and he just looks at you kind of blankly and maybe a little mockingly? except it must not be mocking; it must be something else, because he’s just kind of... studying you.

you look back up at him expectantly. “what?” you say.

he sighs, kind of rolls his eyes, turns away from the light to hide the little smile playing on his lips. “come on up here.” he scoots over and pats the spot next to him.

thankful for an extra source of body heat and blankets and pillows, you shove yourself up off the ground and shuffle over to the bed.

it’s kind of funny, the way you’re basically adults now and yet your relationship’s still fundamentally the same as it was when you met years ago.

—

duh, yūji hates that. it’s true, that whole thing about how “every one of your guy friends has thought about fucking you at some point.” it’s true, at least for him.

and there’s something electric in how you haven’t slept next to him in months because you’ve both been busy with school, and now you’re back here. back here, where it feels like you belong.

there’s something deep in his chest that’s set aflame by the way you laugh and let him tuck the comforter over you; the way your sweatpant-covered legs brush against his own underneath it.

he wants to touch you.

he wants to wrap his hand around your thigh and pull it over his own; to run his fingertips up the length of your arm and make you shiver; to snake his around your waist and pull your head into his chest.

maybe he will once you’re asleep, he figures. once his pride can’t be hurt because you don’t have to know.

except... except he’d let it be hurt for you. without a moment’s hesitation. he would shatter it himself for you, would let you take him in your fingers and rip him to pieces too small to be puzzled back together.

because maybe he doesn’t just want you. maybe he loves you.

but even he, completely truthfully, doesn’t know.

he’s got a sneaking suspicion that he does, though, because he’s rarely confused and this is an enigma he can’t quite seem to decipher, no matter what he tries.

it’s absurd, too, he realizes laying on his back next to you, how suddenly he’s afraid to touch you. because the two of you have always been touchy, that’s just you. you’re two halves; you’re so similar. you’ve been attached at the hip since childhood—why is it different now, now that he wants that more than anything?

so here he is, spiraling in this conundrum of feelings, when it’s cut short by you, tiredly whining, “yūji.”

“what?” he sort of feigns annoyance.

“‘m cold.”

“and?”

and. and his breath catches because you roll over and latch onto him. and he brings his arms around your shoulders and holds you to his chest.

so close, and yet so far away.

and he shudders as you lay one hand flat on his chest. it belongs there forever.

you nuzzle your nose into his shoulder and inhale his scent and his brain short-circuits.

has she done this before?

and mostly unconscious, you mumble, “—warm. y’re pretty’.” his eyes go wide.

“what?”

your arms tighten around him, and he’d hate to admit it, but it’s setting him off. he’s... a little hard.

a hand settles itself on your thigh, the one that’s draped over his legs, and he pushes it downward a little, so that it’s not resting next to the rising erection in his pajama pants.

god, he wants to fuck you so badly right now, he wants for you to feel him throbbing between your legs as you whimper against his skin. but he also wants you to want him.

miraculously, a little sigh escapes your lips at the touch. so he doesn’t move his hand.

“feels nice,” you whisper.

so he decides to test the waters, and squeezes gently. you giggle sleepily.

inhibitions dissipating for a moment, his stomach leaps to his chest and he snakes that hand up over your hip, consciously avoiding your ass just in case, and rests it on your back, rubbing up and down slowly.

his chest constricts as you snuggle even closer to him. and then your leg moves back up and your thigh nudges his crotch.

your eyes snap open and he inhales sharply.

and then you’re propped up on your elbow, leaning over him.

he curses himself for forgetting to turn off the light; the flush in his cheeks is obvious.

half terrified and half excited, he watches as your face breaks into a wide, shit-eating grin.

“what?” he breathes.

your eyes narrow; a look of mischief he’s so familiar with, one that’s often mirrored on his own features. (it’s not now.)

“yūji,” you say, singsong and bright, “what’s this?”

and—oh, god, oh, fuck—you bring a hand down to rest on his dick, tenting in his pajamas.

he doesn’t know what to say to you.

“i— uhm—”

“hmm,” you hum. “y’ alright?”

he clears his throat, nods. “are— uh, are you?”

“mhm,” you laugh, wide awake now. “yūji...” you pause. he can’t stand it; he needs to know what happens next, needs to know what’s fanning the flames behind your eyes.

oh god. oh god, all he leaves is a breath in between and then you’re throwing your leg over him again and, fuck, you’re straddling him. he lets out a shaky breath, voice tight as he chokes out, “what are you doing?”

the smile is gone from your face now, replaced with something softer, something lustful. your hands move to his shoulders to balance yourself as you grind your hips down, and a low ahh slips out of him.

it’s just like that, just your clothed bodies rubbing together. he comes embarrassingly quickly in his boxers, but he lets you ride his thigh until you finish as recompense.

afterward, he excuses himself and cleans himself off in the bathroom. when he comes back, you’re sound asleep again.

that’s all that happens.

— UR GONNA FUCK ME UP

following that, everything proceeds as it had before. neither of you bother to speak of it, but nothing even seems off between you at all. it’s as if it never happened.

or maybe, yūji sometimes allows himself to think as he touches himself to the memory in the middle of nights when you’re not together, it’s like it was meant to happen.

what a wonderful illusion that is.

because he knows it won’t work, and if you ever thought about him like that, you would know, too.

the two of you have watched each other fall in love—get dumped, ghost people, whatever—several times over the past few years. he remembers your first boyfriend, your last year of middle school: the guy had been a mutual friend that you’d been crushing on for months. and yet, when you’d finally become a thing, it had taken no more than a couple of weeks for you to grow uninterested and dump him.

it’s not like he hasn’t done similar things in the past.

and it’s not like some people who’ve dated either of you haven’t had better luck; there have been several who have been the ones to break your hearts.

but both of you have yet to have maintained a long-term relationship, and neither of you have kept in contact with many of your exes.

he doesn’t want to be another one of those, and he certainly doesn’t want you to be, either.

—

it’s maybe a week after that night when you pick him up to go get takeout and ice cream.

that, in itself, is a pretty normal thing.

but then you’re sitting in your car, and between spoonfuls of mocha chip and hot caramel, you say, “so i saw this thing.”

“hm?” he responds, his mouth still full.

“your aura is striking, dude,” you quote. there’s a pause as you try to suppress a giggle. and then: “can i kiss you deeply, bro?”

he snorts and jokes, “anytime you want.” and he really hopes that you take his tone at face value, but he also knows you way better than that.

so he’s only half surprised when you actually do. half surprised, and wholly in awe.

your hands are in each other’s hair. it’s quick—feverish, but quick—and the first thing you say when you pull back is, “tastes like sugar.”

he laughs again, unsure of what move to make next. “yeah?”

and then you’re... shy? because you look away from him, back down to the cup of ice cream in your lap, and you say, “you feel good.” it’s so low that it’s almost unintelligible. but he hears you.

both your faces are burning when you look back up at him. “should we talk about that?”

“‘bout what? kissing? ‘s not the first time.”

it isn’t—he kissed you once in middle school, because there was this other girl that he’d thought was pretty, and he wanted to make her jealous. it hadn’t worked; she’d just thought the two of you were together, and a teacher had scolded you for pda. but at least it had been a fun story to laugh at for a while after.

this is obviously different, though, and you both know that. this kiss wasn’t to make anyone jealous. this one was for yourselves.

and anyway, that’s not what you meant by that.

“no,” you say. “the um... last week. at your place.”

“oh, yeah.”

“should we, um, do you wanna talk about it?”

“d’you?”

you shrug.

“alright,” he says. pauses. “so... what was that about?”

and you almost laugh incredulously. “you’re asking me?”

he stares blankly.

“you’re the one who got a boner when we were cuddling, yūji. as if we’ve never done that before.” you notice the mortified look on his face, and your expression softens and your voice lowers. “you wanna tell me what that was about? you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

and he laughs nervously and says, “no, no, ‘s fine. i was just kinda horny, that’s all. i haven’t hooked up with anyone in a while, y’know?”

you give him a sardonic grin. “and that’s why it only took you, like, three minutes to come?”

“yeah... yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

a moment passes where you stop and think for a little, and then you turn back to look at him. “it was, uh, good, though. like, objectively. it was good.”

it’s his turn to flash a grin at you: “‘course it was. it’s me.”

“and me.”

“shoulda won the sex gods superlative in last year’s yearbook.”

“ha.” another thing crosses your mind: “and now look at us. too busy with school to even have time to fuck anyone.”

yūji doesn’t say anything, so you do it for him.

you start out carefully. “but...”

“but?”

“do you— i mean. we’ve got, like, what? three weeks left before we go back? and we’re stuck here. and— and we already hang out like every single day anyway, and. uh. and it was objectively good.”

“are you—”

“and i’ve known you for years. come on. there’s, like, nothing i could do to embarrass myself around you anymore.”

friends with benefits. you’re suggesting that you temporarily be friends with benefits.

“and it wasn’t weird after last time,” you add. “i think.”

“hm,” he says, “yeah, no, it wasn’t.”

his first instinct is to say no, to tell you it’s a bad idea. but as he thinks about it more, he realizes that you’re kind of right. and anyway, what is the worst that could happen? because he’s pretty sure he’s far gone enough for you that falling a little further wouldn’t change a thing. even if he weren’t, he’d never think of hurting you intentionally.

and, he figures, he’d hardly mind being hurt by you.

—

that is how you end up back in his bed an hour later—his parents are out on a date this evening; you’ve got until a few hours past sundown to fuck and clean yourselves off and make it look like you’ve been eating and talking and watching tv the whole time.

outside of the guise of midnight impulses, it is a strange—but also strangely pleasant—thing to be having sex with your best friend.

there’s no pretense, hardly any need to keep up appearances (at least, for you). you’re not strangers only concerned with your own pleasure; you know each other. despite never actually having done this before, he already knows what you like, and vice versa.

it’s nice.

it’s nice to hear him laugh when you whine for him to stop being so gentle, vanilla-ass bitch, only to have him call you a “horny little—” (to which you respond, no, you.)

and it’s nice to sleep with someone who reads all the cues you give him without you even needing to say anything.

it is possibly the best sex you’ve ever had in your life.

it is possibly the best sex you’ve ever had in your life, and... it might not be just because of the dynamic between you two, or the fact that you don’t have to be afraid to tell him what you like and what you don’t—the fact that you don’t even have to tell him at all.

it’s nice. for you. and it’s hell for him.

it’s hell for him to have to hold back all the sweet nothings he wants to whisper in your ear—he’s restricted to you like that, huh, baby? and fuuuck and god, you’re so fucking tight, and he knows you’re into it, but he wants to be treating you like a princess right now. he wants to call you his, wants to whisper, tell me you’re all mine against your bare shoulders, wants to tell you he loves you.

so... he does love you.

but he can’t say that. he knows he can keep you around, but you’re not his to keep.

—

it continues like that for the next several days: you fuck, it’s good sex, and he’ll touch himself to the memories if you’re not there: memories of how you taste, of the softness of your skin, of you with your legs around his waist and your bare chests pressed together, damp and warm with sweat.

it is so gratifying, and even more painful.

and then, one day, as he’s fucking you in your childhood bedroom—all white walls covered in sketches and colorful postcards you’ve accumulated over the years—something is slightly off.

there’s something about it that feels more intimate than the other times, and it goes slower than before. it’s not all lust and clothes tossed haphazardly on the floor and bodies shoved hurriedly into mattresses.

you kiss him for a long time before any clothing comes off, and you keep pulling him back to your lips as he thrusts into you. you’re not urging him faster, more, harder; you let him keep a steady pace and arch your back into the sheets as you lie underneath him.

it hits him as you come down from your orgasm and writhe in his arms, softly moaning, “god, yūji, i l—”

he stops.

“don’t say that,” he says.

still shaking and catching your breath, you respond, “what?”

“just don’t.” but his tone is casual, and so you don’t think much of it.

—

you don’t hook up every time you hang out, and yeah. you were right. it’s hardly different than before. except, isn’t it?

you’re sitting on opposite sides of your sofa one morning after your parents have left for work—he slept over the previous night, but you didn’t have sex. you’d spent it laughing over the dumbest things and blasting music as you drove around without a destination.

your’re sitting with your knees pulled against your chest, scrolling lazily on your phone while you and yūji eat handfuls of cereal straight from the box between you.

it’s mostly quiet for once; comfortably silent. neither of you have ever really been a morning person.

— BUT U KNOW I LIKE IT

the ice cracks a little when he stops shoving your hand away to grab himself another handful of cereal. you notice, and then you wonder if you always noticed little things like that, because it feels kind of weird to. not that you mind.

meanwhile, yūji watches you, studying the way your hair falls messily around your face, the way one sleeve of your sweatshirt is rolled halfway up your forearm and the other is pulled all the way over your hand.

the living room is bright, surrounded by windows, and you’re illuminated by light yellow late-morning sunlight all around and he feels safe looking at you.

the ice cracks a little more when he says your name softly.

“hm?” you say, confusedly looking up at him.

“nothing,” he answers, too quickly. “i’m just... happy right now.”

you smile, radiant. “i’m glad you are.”

—

in the afternoon, you’ve grown bored and are wandering the streets of your neighborhood, voicing thoughts and pointing out people you pass by.

it’s still early, but it’s january, so the sun is already beginning to set.

when you’re a couple minutes out from your house, yūji goes quiet, and it stays like that for the rest of the walk.

and then, as he stands next to you while you unlock the door, he blurts, “i have to tell you something.”

you freeze. “what?”

it’s silent for a bit. “never mind.”

“yūji—”

“it’s okay,” he says softly.

he wants to shrink away from your gaze as you study him. he knows you know there’s something amiss, and second thoughts have almost always been his own personal hell.

graciously, though, you don’t ask. and it’s like stepping through a portal when you’re back inside; it’s all forgotten and back to how it was before.

—

but: a little while later, you’re lying side-by-side on your bed watching netflix again, and for whatever reason you turn to look at him for a moment and it’s just—

you can’t look away. and you don’t know why.

he can feel your eyes on him and it burns, and he wonders how much longer he can keep this up before he loses his mind.

when he doesn’t turn to face you, you call his name softly.

“hm?”

after an uncomfortable moment of hesitation, you say, “something’s up.”

“what?”

“yūji,” you repeat, and he forgets to breathe for a second. “are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

the mattress shifts under his weight as he sits up, resting his head in his hands. he takes a deep breath and can’t bring himself to meet your eyes.

“what’s wrong?” it sounds less like a question and more like a plea.

“i—” he starts, and then stops himself. “i can’t, i can’t do this to you.”

“can’t do what?”

there’s a painful silence, heavy with anticipation and maybe a little bit of dread.

“i don’t wanna keep hooking up with you.”

you sit up, too.

“did i...? do something wrong?”

he shakes his head and sighs, and he sounds exasperated. “it’s... no, it’s— i think...” and he seems to grow more frustrated as he fails to verbalize whatever it is, this strange cold fire stinging in the pit of his stomach.

“what do you think?” you whisper.

and he stands and walks to the door. his hand rests on the knob and he whispers back, in a voice that sounds precariously close to breaking, “you, when i... y’know. ’m sorry.”

and he’s gone.

and you have no idea what to think, both of what he just said and the fact that it sends an excited buzz through your nerves, even though it probably shouldn’t.

— IT'S HARD N IT'S HARDER TO ADMIT

his words are stuck in your head all night, have you caught somewhere in between laughing and crying.

you want to call him, ask him what the fuck is going on and why you think you kind of like it, but you don’t.

but when you look over at your alarm clock to see that it’s 2:00 a.m. and sleep refuses to let you succumb to it and you relent to the warm emptiness between your legs, it’s yūji whom you imagine is there to fill it.

you think of the way his tongue trails down the expanse of your neck, the way he feels inside you, as you whine into your pillow and desperately try to make yourself come.

it doesn’t even occur to you until later, when you’re waking up to sunlight slicing through your half-open blinds. and then it does, and you text him: i do that too.

he doesn’t text back, but ten minutes later, your phone rings. he sounds breathless.

“be here in ten,” he says.

you pause. “okay.”

and you are. he throws open the door as he hears your car pull up and jogs out to meet you, and all he gives you is a quick, “hey,” before dragging you inside.

there’s no one else home, so he motions for you to have a seat at the kitchen table and takes the one next to you.

“do what too?”

“what?”

“what you texted me.”

you look down, studying the seams of your sleeve and feeling your breathing go shallow.

“do what too?” he repeats.

and softly, you say, “want you.”

yūji stands, pulling you to your feet with him. “want me how?”

your eyes are wide and a little bit sad as you stare up at him. “i don’t know.”

then he cracks a tiny smile. “good,” he says, “i don’t either.

except he does.

he wants you every way, your presence, your time, your body, your fucking soul, all of it. but he doesn’t say that.

when you kiss him, he implodes, melts into your arms as if he’s trying to fuse your bodies together. but he says nothing of it.

the feeling of your wrist in his hand, the sound of your giddy giggles as he leads you to his bedroom—for now, that’s enough.

he takes it slow.

when he’s shut the door and ensured it’s locked, he turns to find you’ve already tossed your top on the floor.

a smile meets yours, gentle fingertips on your cheek, a soft whisper against your hair: “put it back on; i wanna do it myself.”

and you laugh and oblige, shivering at the now-familiar sensation of the warm metal bead on his tongue against your lip as his hand finds its way to your ass and squeezes gently.

“yūji,” you whisper.

“i like it when you say my name like that,” he murmurs into your shoulder, rubbing gently up and down your back underneath your shirt.

“hmm,” comes your contented response.

and then his fingers are rubbing gently against the hem of your shirt, easing it up to reveal your body inch by inch, and you shiver a little under his feather-light touch.

lifting your arms up, you allow him to slip your shirt back over your head, and then his hands are all over you again, squeezing your breasts through your bra and tracing lines up and down the center of your back. the little metal ball on his tongue presses against your lower lip. you tug at the hem of his hoodie, and he pulls it off.

the feeling of his skin on yours is nothing new now, and yet this time, there’s a certain nuance to it that he can’t place.

he wonders how you want him again; can’t stop wondering as you lead his hand down to the button on your jeans, laughing a little as he kneels at your feet to unzip them.

as he pulls them slowly down your legs he lines your thighs with little, butterfly-soft kisses, murmuring unintelligible praises.

when you’re left in only your bra and panties, he wraps his arms around your waist and falls backward onto the mattress, taking you down with him. you sit up a little, so that you’re straddling him, and he lets out a low sigh.

“you are fucking incredible,” he breathes as you suck gently at his neck, leaving light marks that will have faded by tomorrow.

your fingers trace the dips between his abs, tantalizingly, eventually making their way all the way down his stomach to the waistband of his sweats, and then a little further, palming his dick through them and feeling how fucking hard he is.

he groans a little, says, “please don’t tease me,” as you continue to do exactly that, but he doesn’t stop you.

when you shift a little so that you’re positioned right over him, soaking panties rubbing a tiny little wet spot into the tent of his erection, he sits up and gathers your body into his arms, lips and tongue moving against yours as one hand unclips your bra while the other settles itself on your hip, grinding you down against him. you press your thighs together at this feeling of pure need you’re experiencing and he pulls his mouth away and looks you in the eye.

“may i?” he whispers, and you smile and nod, laughing as he rolls you off of him to rid himself of the rest of his clothes and dig a condom out of his bedside table, which he hands to you.

you’re impatient as you tear it open but force yourself to roll it onto him slowly, studying his face as he revels in the feeling of your fingers grazing lightly against his dick.

once it’s on, he flips you over again, laughing, and exhales slowly as he slides your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere on the floor to be found later. his fingertips ghost gently down the sides of your thighs as he bends down to lick a long stripe between your legs and across your clit.

“fuck,” you breathe as he groans softly against your skin, the vibrations sending an electrifying buzz up your spine.

he presses his tongue flat against you, metal bar circling your clit teasingly, and then he pulls away and groans, “sit on my face,” his words hurried and slurred with lust.

so you let him move to lie on his back and straddle his face, giggling as he wraps his hands around your thighs to pull you closer.

“aw, don’t be shy, i thought that’s the whole point of this,” he says.

and then his mouth is back on you again, tongue flicking slowly and carefully, taking in your every response, and soon he’s got you shaking on top of him, grasping at the headboard and his shoulders and tangling your fingers in his hair.

he keeps going after you’ve already finished, making you writhe and whimper, only letting go of you once he’s satisfied.

he pushes you backward so that you’re still sitting with your knees on either side of him and he sits up, leaning back against the headboard. his lips are on yours, then, and he’s pulling your hips to his, the head of his cock nudging ever-so-lightly against your entrance.

“quit teasing me,” you whine when he grips your waist, refusing to let you sit yourself on his dick.

“i’m not.”

“yes you are!”

“‘m not,” he mumbles, smiling, as he draws his lips down the curve of your left shoulder and back up again. “i’m savoring the moment.”

you huff. “you can savor it with your cock in me.” and yūji does his best not to show it, but the high he gets from those words alone, from knowing how desperate you are for him, even if it’s just for his body, sends him straight to heaven. because regardless of how much of him you want, it’s still only him that you want in this moment, and right now that’s enough.

you allow him to move at his own pace, his movements slow, languid as he holds you to his chest, one hand around your waist and the other reaching up to tangle his fingers in your hair. he lets himself say the things he wants now.

“kiss me?” he whispers, and you oblige happily. you taste like him, and he’s so content he could lose his mind.

instead he loses himself to you, shaky breaths between “god, you’re so good,” and “you have no idea… how long i’ve waited… for you to want me like this.” there’s a single thing he holds back from saying, but he still plans on saying it. he’s just saving it for the right moment.

you’re drunk off of him, your body shuddering against him with every touch of his skin to yours, not knowing what to say and yet feeling as if you know everything you’ve ever needed to. and you say it for him.

“i love you.”

the words are barely there, just a breath against his lips as you kiss him, and it’s too much for him. he finishes with something akin to a sob, taking your face into his hands. “i love you,” he responds. and then, “say it again? please?”

you close your eyes and smile, leaning into him and brushing your lips against his. “i love you, yūji.”

his hand’s on the back of your head, then, pushing you back to his mouth, wanting you closer, wanting more. and you want more, too, fingers tracing lines down his back and arms and stomach, sending waves of light through his skin. this is it, he thinks as you press your body tight against his, this is all there is.

you are everything to him.

— SOMETHING ABT U I CAN’T QUIT

in each other’s arms later that evening, you feel yūji’s chest move slowly up and down with each inhale and exhale, contented in sharing this silent moment with you, and then you know. you know how you want him. you open your mouth to speak, and he does at the exact same time. the two of you share a laugh, just like you always have.

“you first,” you say, propping yourself up on your elbow so that you can look at him properly.

he reaches up and rests a hand flat against your face and runs his thumb lightly over your bottom lip. “i am…” the words are slow and quiet and purposeful. “i am so in love with you.”

your smile widens against his hand. “i want you. everything… about you, with you. i want it all.”

and he mirrors your grin, just like he always has. “i’m yours to take.” his eyes flit down to your lips, his thumb still pressed against them, afraid to look you in the eye as he speaks his next words. his face flushes pink; it’s adorable. “say you’re mine, too?” it’s a request, a plea—not a command.

you reach up to your face and place your hand over his. “all yours,” you say. “don’t even have to ask.”

it’s silent for a bit again, and then he sits up, going a little more serious.

“what?”

“what happens if this doesn’t last?”

you sit up, too, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and gently pulling his head to rest against yours. “after all these years?”

“hmm.”

you think for a moment: after all these years. your whole lives, spent together, maybe not as lovers but always as two halves of a whole. it’s him you always gossip to first, whom you always went to after heartbreaks and fights with your parents. he’s the first one you told when you lost your virginity, crashed your car, got into one of your top universities. he’s held your hand through everything.

so finally you say, “i don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

he pulls away to look you in the eye. “why not?”

his nose brushes against yours as you lean your forehead against his and laugh a little. “are you dumb, yūji?”

“i don’t think so?” when you say nothing, just continuing to look at him with that shit-eating grin on your face, he goes, “am i missing something?”

you press your lips to his for a second and pull away, still smiling at him. “it’s us, yūji. always has been.”

[weebishstuff12]

"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚" (𝙔. 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

(the gifs re-fuse to work 😭) ~~𝕂𝕖𝕪~~ (Y/N) = Your Name  (Y/N/N) = Your Nick Name (B/F/N) = Best Friend's Name ☆.｡.:* Yuji Terushima x Female Reader .｡.:*☆ ☆.｡.:* Fluff .｡.:*☆

(Y/N) POV

"Will you go out with me?"  I looked over to see a brunette 2nd-year ask Teru out. 'Huh, third time today' I thought, leaning against the school gate, waiting for him to come over. You see, I'm best friends with the volleyball captain and because he's so cool and hot, he gets asked out. Alot. Which, also means that hang-out times, cut. That sound pretty annoying, right? I mean, I'm not trying to be possessive or anything, its not even like I like him or anything.  ... okay that was a lie. Yes I like him, but I doubt he likes me back, so I always tried to convince myself I didn't. Which works for a while, then I fall for him again, harder. How fun, right?  "Hey, (Y/N)? You good?"  "huh, oh yeah, I'm fine. Can you leave now-?" "whatt, are you jealoussss???" He said with a taunting tone.  "Nope, just waiting for you to stop be horny" I said before walking away.  "Hor- Hey it's not my fault that girls want me!" He replied, following behind me.  "Your lucky I promised to help you study cause I would just leave your ass here"  "meanie" We both got to my house after 5 minutes, having a random conversation about cheese. You heard it right folks, cheese. Gosh, we're a weird pair. After letting him inside, he went to the kitchen, stole a Pepsi from the fridge, and went upstairs to my room. I quickly followed grabbing a water from the kitchen, and see him laying on my bed.  "Do we have to stu-"  "Don't you dare finish that sentence because I will literally push you out the window and you can go a 'F' on the test yourself" I cut him off. "...Jeez fine" "and give me back my pepsi-"  "uhh, I back-washed"  "that's... disgusting" "well now you won't steal it" "but now your drinking saliava" "iTs mY oWn wHaTs iT gOnNa dO-" "...oh yeah" Like I said before, we're a weird pair.  "Okay, all jokes aside, we should start" He surprisingly said.  "So we finish so I don't have to do any more work" There's the catch.  "okay, whatever" I replied, sitting in front of him on my bed, taking out my textbook and notebook. He sat up too, taking out his notebook. "(Y/N/N)!! Can we take a break??"  "Wow, not even...20 minutes in and you already want a break"  "I was never good at math, mind you" "ughh, fine, just answer these last two questions and we'll take a break." Since I was already finished with all my math notes, I got up, going to the kitchen to grab another water. And of course, not forgetting my notebook so he could copy off it.  "You done yet?" I asked, walking back into my room.  "yeah now let me have a 2 hour break." He said, flopping backwards on my bed.

"2 hour- I'm, no"  "fine 1 hour" "10 minutes" "I may not be good at math but that's not fair" "what happened to 'finishing so you don't have to do it'?"  "i don't fucking know, let me take a nap" "So now your tired? Cause I'm pretty sure if volleyball practice was open you'd run"  "Volleyball is better then math, change my mind."  "that would be pointless."  I went back to my spot in front of him, taking a sip of my water.  "Hey Teru?" "hm?" "...you get asked out a lot, but well, your never seen with that girl the next couple of days, so does that mean you reject them?"  "eh, most of them are not really my type. Plus, I bet half of them only want the clout."  "Well, that can't be for all of them."  "I mean, I do like this girl, so I'm kinda staying reserved."  "Wow, really, who?" "haha, can't say." "Why?....It's (B/F/N) isn't it" "no no, it's not them." "Then tell meeeee" "I'll only give hints okay?" "fine" "Their in our grade, and their in all of your classes."  "who in the hell- wait quick question is it a boy-?" "I'm not gay" "okay, hmmmm"  While I was thinking about who it could be, I didn't notice Teru slowly getting closer until he was right in front of me. "How can you be so smart but so dumb at the same time?"  As I was about to answer, he kissed me. Yuji Terushima kissed me. He then pulled away and looked down.  "sorry..." "wait you like me-?" "..yeah" "heheh, I like you too!"  He looked up at me, clearly shocked, while I just smiled. Next thing I know he tackled me in a hug.  ~~~~~~𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬~~~~~~ "FINALLY, GOD, THAT TOOK LIKE 50 YEARS FOR YOU GUYS" Takehara said, seeing us walking into the gym holding hands.  "aH shUt uP"

[applepi-1]

He's afraid of hurting you

Tsukishima x Y/n

Terushima x y/n

Atsumu x y/n

Warnings: fluff

Mentions of rape on Atusma's part.... sorry :(

Also I do request…

-596 words-

You and Tsuki have been friends for as long as you remember, it's always been you, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi. Always. But somehow you fell for the tall salty dino-loving jerk. You guys did everything together and you were the only other person he tolerated. When you met the team people asked Yamaguchi if you guys were dating, both laughing until you saw Tsukishima. You ran to him and began to bug him, much to everyone's shock (except Yama) when the tall boy smiled softly down at you.

Tsukishima also fell for you, but... he was scared, he covered his feelings with salty comments, but with you he could never, you were his soft spot. He always admired the way you smiled, laugh, or the face you make when you were concentrated or were nervous. He finds it adorable, but he won't tell you that. He'll tease you about how your face looks, but you'd laugh it off.

So, come to both of your surprises when you confess. It was a normal Tuesday, except it was just you two walking home, since Yamaguchi was sick. "Hey, Tsuki, can I be honest with you?" You asked once y'all reached your house.

"Would you rather lie?"

"No, god no... but uh, I like you..." You nervously messed with your fingers. You felt as if your heart was hitting your ribcage as hard as Oikawa serves a ball. Tsukishima felt as if he was dreaming, feeling his stomach twist and his heard dance. But... still fear ate at the boy.

"I like you too..." You smiled immediately. "But I can't be with you." And immediately faded.

"What...?" What kind of confession it that, he began to panic as he saw tears form.

"It's not that I don't want to be, Y/n, trust me, I do... but..." The words got stuck in his throat, he's not used to being this vulnerable. "I-I'm scared..." Your eyes grew at how soft his voice was, he was biting his lip so he didn't show his feelings.

"W-Why...?" You watch him tug on his jersey, the showers were down so none of the players thought of changing.

"I... I don't want to hurt you..."

"Is this about, E/n?" You asked, talking about the bitch who left Tsukishima for her best friend. He said something uncalled for, but that didn't give her the right to cheat and blame Tsukishima.

"Maybe... no, this is about how I'm not good in relationships, the last one I was in, she cheated on because of what I said to her... I.."

"I would never." You finished his sentence making him look at you. "Tsuki, you guys got into an argument, big deal. Couples argue you salty dino." Tsukishima surpassed a laugh as you continued, "It did not give her the right to cheat because you called her out for flirting with that idiot she cheated on you with. I know you loved her, but... I'm not her. If we fight, I'll sit in front of you despite your harsh words. Just like I always do. The only guy I want to flirt with or have my attention is you." He looked down at you and felt his shoulders drop.

"R-Really?" You grabbed his face and smiled.

"I'm willing to do this if you are..." He looked down at you before wrapping his arms around you, you sighed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I don't deserve you... I love you so much, Y/n..." You smiled leaning into your best friend, your now boyfriend.

"I love you too, Tsuki."

-751 words-

You sighed into your seat, watching your best friend flirt up a storm with someone else. Kazuma Bobata knew of your feelings, and of the feelings of #1, Yūji Terushima. He sighed and sat next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder making you jump and look away from your crush. "Oh, Kazuma. Hi." He just gave you a look, you furred your brows, what crawled up his ass? "Everything good, Kaz?"

"No, our friend is hurting you." You raised your brows. "Don't deny it, I'm not stupid." He said once he saw you about to open your mouth, you sighed and looked down.

"How long...?"

"Since we met." I sighed again resting my head in my hands.

"What do I do...?"

"Confess you, idiot." You looked up to him immediately, Terushima looked in your direction hearing Kazuma call you an idiot.

"What, no?!" You didn't mean to yell but you did, your best friend left the girl standing there confused as he walked over to you, seeing you laugh a little.

"Everything okay, Y/n?"

"Huh?" Your face reddens hoping he didn't hear Kazuma say something about confessing.

"I'm trying to get her to confess to her crush." You immediately whipped your head to Kazuma.

"Dude!" You slapped his arm, Terushima felt his heartbreak, wincing a little, but it went unnoticed to you both.

"How about you practice on Terushima?"

"What..... /////-/////" Both of you blushed and looked at Kazuma who knew exactly what he was doing.

"Yeah, it'll help you both, Terushima needs to confess to his crush as well." Terushima so badly wanted to hit his friend, but he was right.

"Oh... I..."

"Fine." You looked at your friend in shock, "I... I-I'll help." His heart tugged and winced at his words, as long as your happy, right...? You blinked a couple times...

"Uh... okay...? U-Um, w-when...?"

"After school..."

--

You sighed into your bed, looking at your best friend's eyes. Sighing this is difficult, think of him as someone else. "Okay. Okay. I like you, a lot, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I have since we were running on the playground laying at how stupid a kid looked, and... I like you despite you flirting with every girl you see..." As you continued to list why you liked him with your eyes closed, Terushima felt a smile form on his face, you like him? Once you finished and opened your eyes and saw he was smiling... it that a good sign, then you remembered. "Right... uh, your turn to... p-practice your c-confession..." It hurt you to say practice, you wish this was real.

"Oh... uh, right... Look, I like you so much, but... I don't think it'd work." What?

"Dude, horrible confession, what are you trying to do? Hurt her, make her happy, and confused?"

"Shut up and let me finish." You sighed and punched his shoulder, indicating your listening. "I like you a lot, but... I don't want to be the one hurting you in the end, Y/n... I can't do that. Not to you. I hate myself for letting my ex walk away because I chose to flirt with someone else. But with you... I... I can't do that... It pains me to flirt with other girls when the only girl I want to flirt with is you... But it won't last, I'll fuck up eventually." Congrats, Terushima, you made me happy, sad, and confused.

"I... I'm sorry... what the fuck gives you the right to have this all one-sided." His eyes widen a little, he should've known you had something to say. "So what your ex left, I'm not them, Teru. I like you, hell I fell in love with you and I trust you. If you fuck up and flirt with someone we'll talk it out, not just call it quits, or if you feel the need to flirt with someone, pretend not to know me, and flirt up a storm you dumbass." He laughed a little grabbing your face, but you weren't done. "I love you, you, I know you like me, Teru... but, I love you, and I love all your mistakes, I mean, I stuck around this far haven't I...? Doesn't that mean something... Hm." He cut your rambling off pressing his lips firmly to yours.

"You talk too much." He kissed you again, this time you shivered as the coldness of his tongue ring hit your lip. "I love you. God, I love you."

-959 words-

Atsumu knew giving you a spare key to his house was foolish. But he wanted to make sure you knew you were welcome, when you reached his house it was 2 in the am, and you needed your best friend more than anything. You took out your spare key and opened his door, jumping when you see Osamu in the kitchen. "Ah, welcome home, Y/n." You laughed shutting the door quietly behind you.

"H-Hi... O-Osamu..." He looked over in your direction immediately noticing the way your voice went high and the way you choked on your words.

"Y-Y/n... did something happen?" You pulled your hand over your mouth, keeping your sobs quiet, Osamu immediately dashed to you, leaving what he was doing in the kitchen. "Oi... ya okay?" You shooked your head as he wrapped his arms around you, letting you sob into his chest. "Talk to me, Y/n..." Osamu was like your big brother, he knows of your feelings toward his twin.

"I... I went on a date..." He sat you down on the couch, giving you some room. "I... H-he... took me to a cafe... and after we ate and stuff... I felt... d-dizzy... and... I c-couldn't stop him..." Atsuma walked down feeling thirsty when he heard your voice, he stopped on the stairs looking at you. "H-How do I... tell A-Atsumu...?" He watched as his brother kissed your head and brought you into his chest.

"Do you want me to tell him...?" He watched as you shook your head. "Just... be honest with him." Atsumu sniffed the air and spoke.

"Is something burning...?" You turn your attention to the other twin. Osamu immediately got up and ran to the kitchen. Atsumu looked at you and noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes. "Y/n...?" He couldn't help but think you were crying and asking for advice on how to tell him something, he thinks you're seeing his brother, and don't know how to tell him. But boy is he far off.

"I... I need to talk to you... Osamu k-knows a-already..." He looked down at you confused, taking his brother's spot next to you.

"Y/n..." He wants to tell you he knows, but something about your face is saying to wait.

"I... I... I c-can't..." You buried your face into his chest, he was taken back but immediately hugged you. "I... I don't know why I can't... tell you... the words just... won't come out..." He furred his brows, hoping his misreading things.

"It's just me, Y/n." You broke down more, that's the thing, you didn't even want to go on a date, but, you wanted to get rid of your feelings for the blonde twin. You know he'd never like you, but he does. He really does.

"T-That's the p-point..." Osamu came back in and tapped your shoulder.

"I-I don't know much, about ya s-situation, but, here..." You grabbed the water from him and smiled lightly, that confirmed it, he was misreading things.

"Y/n...?" You looked down at your cup.

"Hey, just tell him what you told me."

"Okay..." He furred his brows and sighed.

"Y/n-"

"I was raped." You blurted out cutting Atsumu off... out of all things. He never expected that, Osamu sat there rubbing your shoulder.

"You... what...?"

"She went on a date, got dizzy after..." Atsumu sat closer to you, pulling you into his chest, rubbing your back softly.

"I..." The words got stuck in his throat. "I... will y-you be able to... sleep...?" You laughed at how careful he's being.

"C-Can I stay, w-with you... tonight...?"

"Ya guys can take the guest room, so ya can talk privately, and not annoy me." You both laughed, Atsumu helped you stand before leading you to the bed.

"Ya can take the bed." You gave him a look.

"I, uh, please don't make me sleep alone." He looked at you and sighed.

"I won't," He rubbed your arms gently. He laid over the covers as you laid under, you laughed. "What?"

"I don't bite." He laughed getting under the covers. He watched as you closed your eyes, scooting a little closer. "You can close your eyes and try to sleep you know."

"Sorry, I might not be able to sleep. I usually sleep without a shirt."

"Oh. Then take your shirt off, ya goof." He froze for a second, but slowly sat up, slipping his shirt over his head. He laid back down resting on his back. "Better?"

"Yeah." You nuzzled closer sighing a little.

"Uh, Tsumu, can uh, can you hold me..." He looked at you and saw how you weren't meeting his eyes.

"Come here," you nuzzled your head into his chest letting his arm drape over your shoulder, rubbing it softly, you let out a shaky breath. "Better?"

"Hm, thank you... Tsumu." He squeezed you in response. Once he felt your body get heavier, he kissed your head.

"I'd do anything for ya, I love ya, ya idiot. But... I don't want to hurt ya..." You smiled slightly before looking up making Atsumu turn a deep red. "I thought ya were asleep."

"Eh, but for the record, I love you too... to be honest, I went on the date because... I thought you didn't like me so..."

"Hm, so it's my fault." You sat up immediately as he looked like he was about to cry.

"No, god no."

"If I would have grown a pair, and told you how I felt... none of this would have happened."

"And I wouldn't be here, laying next to you." You traced your fingers over his abs, "I wouldn't be touching you like this." You leaned down pecking his lips. "Kissing you."

"No, no, we'd still do that." You both laugh cuddling into each other. "I love ya."

"I love you too. And you could never hurt me."