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HIII love ur hcs and stories sm 😩😩

can i request a smoker and skater reader x mikey where she teaches mikey to skate?

AAAAA THANK YOU IN ADVANCE (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Hit the Curb, Baby! - Manjiro <Mikey> Sano

Content: Ask- based

Warnings: smoking, allusion of an accident (?), not proof read

Summary: Mikey’s always admired your skating skills, so come the day you finny agree to teach him, he’s over the moon.

Vixens two cents: I absolutely can! Thank you so much for asking, I loved writing this one! (and it was a lot more casual than what all else is in my drafts right now.) I’m glad to know you’re enjoying my content :D. Feel free to let me know if you think of anything else, or if you have any thoughts about this one! As always- REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Now enjoy!!

“Watch your feet you dunce, you’re gonna kiss the concrete and crack your skull if you don’t.” You snark from where you’re sitting on the curb, a sharp exhale of smog billowed up in front of you, shrouding Mikey from your sight.

Mikey groaned in response, stepping off the board and throwing his head back into his neck like a toddler would. Snapping upright again he inspects the skateboard closely. How in the world can he swerve lane to lane on a two-wheel high-speed vehicle, but fails to stand straight on what is essentially a piece of wood with four wheels?

You chuckle as you got up, slipping your jacket off your shoulders and approaching him. “Before you do something dumb again, lemme show you.” Mikey looked at you curtly before obeying and stepping away, giving you some space. He inspected you closely as you took a drag from your cigarette and blew it away from him, keeping the cig tucked in your left hand as you approached.

“Look, It’s not that hard, you just have to keep your chest up and your feet parallel, shoulder width apart.” You step onto the board leisurely, rocking back and forth to prove a point.

“Come here.” You guide him to stand in front of you, looking down on him from atop the starter board. “Oh, wow I’m taller than you for once.” You mutter and smile slightly.

Mikey’s stomach tingles weirdly when you say that, and his eyes dart up to yours, trying to find a trace of anything akin to the way he felt. Wordlessly he obeyed and stepped in front of you.

“Good. Alright. Now match your feet to be the same distance apart as mine.” You spoke and took one last drag from the cig, flicking it into the nearby gutter with excellent precision.

Again, Mikey followed your orders, shuffling his feet to be about as far apart as yours were on the board. He looked down to check the distance, and then looked up at you again, waiting for your approval.

You gave him a satisfied nod and reached out both your hands. “Take ‘em.” His eyes widened a tiny bit, and he hoped you wouldn’t notice how clammy his hands were. Despite the worries he grabbed your hands and let you guide him.

“Replace your feet with where mine stood.” Your voice was lower due to proximity, and the way that you looked at him when he rose to a stand on the board made his stomach flip.

Looking down at you he once again momentarily realized just how close you two stood, and his mind started racing.

Did he put on deodorant earlier? What about cologne? Surely it’s worn off by now… did he even manage to brush his teeth after breakfast? Yeah, he did- but he had some snacks earlier so that’s down the gutter for sure.

He was snapped out of his daze by the loss of warm skin contact as you pulled your hands away from his, letting him stand on his own.

“Good.” You said as you stepped away, watching him balance his weight on his own. “Just stand there for now.” You said, and as you spoke Mikey started focusing more on what was happening around him. He looked down at his feet that stood sort of securely on the board, and let his gaze drift from his torn-apart sneakers to the street, the curb you were sitting on, the path you two walked down earlier, and finally the sigle lamp that lit up the lonely road you two were on.

„Rock your feet back and forth, shift your weight like you’re reeling up for a kick.“ You urged him a little, keenly waiting for him to move. He took your advice wordlessly, not daring to move anything you didnt tell him to move.

Carefully, he looked down at his feet again and pretended that he was about to kick some nerds face in, softly and slowly shifting back and forth on the board. You hummed in approval, and Mikey’s ears perked at the sound.

“There you go.” You said and stepped closer to him again. “Tighten your core and set your shoulders back, I’m gonna push you forward so don’t resist.” Mikey felt his skin tingle where you touched him at the waist, warm hands firmly grabbing his torso and stepping close to his body.

“Ready?” You asked and he gave a determined nod. “Let’s go.” Despite the warnings you gave him, Mikey still flailed little when you started pushing him, the smooth concrete beneath him sounding in the signature rumble underneath the wheels.

You laughed a little when he caught his balance, assuring him that “I’ve got you.” Mikey breathed shortly and allowed himself to get used to the feeling, to remember how his feet were positioned, and more importantly how your hands felt on his waist.

“I’m letting go, just roll for now, we’ll get you used to standing first, yeah?” You say, a little louder due to the noise, and with one last push, you stay standing and sent him on his way.

Standing alone and tall on the board, Mikey felt like he was on top of the world. Confidently he stood and glided down the street a bit further before the acceleration slowed and he rolled to a stop.

“I did it!” He exclaimed, still standing half-frozen atop the skateboard, not daring to move in fear of falling. He heard you approach him from behind and cautiously turned his head to look at you. You carried a soft, sweet expression as you looked at him with a proud smile. “You did! How was that?”

“Great! Again!” His smile was cherry and wide across his face, and he was sure he looked like an idiot right now but he really didn’t care. Not when he had you here, teaching him one of your passions.

“Again?” You asked and reached for your back pocket, producing a box of cigarettes out of nowhere, flicking the lid up and taking one out, letting it dangle from between your lips. “Yes, again!” Mikey replied, still not having moved from his position.

“Alright Tony Hawk, let’s get you back to starting position then.” You smiled as you offered him a hand, the other reaching in your jacket that you had shrugged on again and taking out a lighter.

Mikey took your hand graciously and got off, only sort of stumbling once his feet met solid ground again. He picked up your skateboard and tucked it under his arm, straightening and looking to you again.

The little flame produced from your lighter flickered across your pretty features, casting a shadow under your eyebrows and across your nose. You inhaled, lighting the tabac with a crackling noise, and then looked at him. Your eyes met, and Mikey felt his breath hitch, his hand tightening a tad around yours.

You smiled at him wordlessly and let the flame die, tucking both the box and the lighter away again, and turning to walk back to your curb. Mikey watched you, heart stuck beating out of his throat until he felt a tug at his hand, making him fall forward and into step with your pace.

You hadn’t let go. So, hand in hand the two of you returned to your curb, and you continued to puff and laugh and push, and he continued to wobble and stand and glide and walk back giddily joining your hands together.

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dogueteeth · 7 days

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Fanfic Writer Questions

Thank you @silvery-bluish & @glitchy-npc for the tags! Not sure who else to send it to atm but if you see this on my page and decide to pitch in with your answers feel free to @ me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I've got 12! Most are oneshots, others are series.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

47002 on AO3 at the moment! And so much more in my docs.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Fallen Hero, with a dash of TWC and some other fandoms sprinkled in my WIPS but I've been on Fallen Hero brainrot for a long time now so the other fandoms are currently neglected.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Nightmare (surprisingly enough) w/ 28 kudos

focus (it's harder than you think) (also surprising lol) w/ 20 kudos

new pavement w/ 18 kudos

anamnesis w/ 18 kudos

freefall w/ 13 kudos tied with bath(toaster)tub also w/ 13 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all of them! But some days I just don't have the spoons to and I forget, but I really appreciate any comments I receive.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

HA. you want me to pick??? Ok hrm. maybe bath(toaster)tub? anamnesis also has so me pretty angsty pieces in there.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

PFFF. ok gotta. go look for this one. Maybe sargasso sea, though it's technically not the last iteration in its series between a continued plotline hinted out in after the fall and a third part planned for its series.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! I think.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

(slaps brain) this bad boy can generate so much smut. I write pretty much any kind? Soft, rough, indulgent, M/M, F/M, F/F, other any everything, kinky or emotional, etc. Just whatever strikes me at the time, but most just dont get published bc I'm mid.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I typically HATE crossover fics they just aren't my thing I do write AUs of X story set in X story's universe, just haven't published them (wait does that still count as a crossover).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nah, considered it once tho.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Haven't found someone with the vibe ig, it's just never crossed my mind to co-write a fic and just never been asked too.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

(cue strained breath) i have no all time favorites BUT. but. Ricardo/Wei gets me SO soft ok. i just. unrequited years long attraction finally requited and i. AAAAA. place sidestep in there too and i'm just so happy. i need poly rep in my life sometimes ok.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I stare into the google docs hell and ask you how you could expect me to pick one but. BUT. Praeludium//Allegro. A piece meant to dive in how Sidestep is able to experience the moment someone dies through their mind.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Shorter pieces! They tend to be about ~2000-5000 words per part, that's usually when I feel I've done my best. I'm also. Decent at NSFW writing? Sometimes, at least.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely long fics. I had a plan for freefall and have scrapped and adapted it multiple times now, pus it's just difficult to keep myself interested in specific but necessary chapters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's fun! I've included Spanish and Russian excerpts into my fics before but I don't do it a lot. Considered writing fully in Spanish at some point for an Ortega POV but I'm not confident in my grammar abilities. Spanish verb tenses my beloathed.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto. On a different old account best left to gather dust.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hm, I'm not sure if I have a favorite. I do really like the NSFW piece I wrote from Remy's POV, though. Short but good.

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love-overdrive · 11 days

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Ordinary Miss Yazawa Pt. 1

Summary: The house for sale next door to the Higashikata's was quickly bought by someone. Josuke wonders who it could possibly be before he finally gets to meet his new neighbor, a young woman named Mary Yazawa. However, Tomoko can't help but think something doesn't add up with this new arrival.

Relationship: Platonic! Tomoko and Josuke Higashikata x OC (gen- no romance)

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~3.5k

Notes: Nothing I think needs to be warned about. Mostly bantering between Tomoko and Josuke (I love them dearly). No spoilers for Part 4.

A/n: Aaaaa my first fic with my oc <3 please enjoy! More information on my OCs can be found on my pinned posts. Concrit is always appreciated and welcome, too.

You can read this on my AO3 here!

(Please feel free to let me know if you'd like to be tagged whenever I post a new work!)

“Huh? Someone bought that house already?” Koichi pointed to the ‘for sale’ sign that had a big ‘SOLD’ sticker slapped over it. “I thought they only put it out a few days ago.”

“Who’s that desperate to come here?” Okuyasu commented, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” Josuke sighed. “Mom said that no one even came by to look inside.”

“Damn, real desperate.”

“Why would you buy a house without looking inside it?” Koichi pondered. “What if you don’t even like the inside? Isn’t that kind of a waste?”

“How should I know?” Josuke shrugged. “I mean… at the end of the day, it’s just a house, right? You just go home and sit there. It’s not like these houses are bad or anything.”

“But what if you wanted a big one!” Okuyasu shouted. “I know I want a huge living room in mine. Something awesome for parties.”

Koichi tapped his chin. “Well, if we’re talking about what we want in houses… maybe many rooms. One for a library to put all my manga, a guest room for my family if they want to stop by, and rooms if you want to start a family.”

“I would want a huge fridge,” Josuke added.

“The fridge isn’t part of the house, dude! You buy that!”

“What? No way, when we moved in our house, the fridge was there!”

“That’s because your grandpa had bought it…” Koichi grimaced at the two. Josuke pouted for a moment at Koichi’s correction before waving his hand.

“Well, that’s not the point! It’s still kinda weird to buy a house without looking at it!”

“Who do you think bought it?” Okuyasu’s eyes widened. “What if it’s secretly a celebrity?”

“Why would a celebrity come to live here?”

“Damn,” Okuyasu deflated. “You’re right, you’re right.”

“It’s probably just a family.” Koichi stated. “Probably couldn’t afford the prices in places like Tokyo and so they would come here to pay a cheaper rent or mortgage.”

“How do you know so much about houses in Tokyo?” Josuke raised a brow. Koichi bashfully smiled and chuckled.

“I saw it on the news yesterday. Apparently prices have been going crazy over there.”

“Whoever bought this house probably has no clue what’s been going on here, though. I kinda feel bad,” Josuke commented. “I’m sure we’ll meet them soon. I just hope they’re not totally annoying or something.”

Scratch that thought. It was not even 8 am on a Saturday and already the moving trucks next door had bothered Josuke. He sandwiched his head in between his pillow and huffed. Who the hell moves in so early?!

Already cranky from being woken up, he glanced to his mirror and noticed his hair was a mess. What a great way to the start the day. He opened the window and was about to give his new neighbor a piece of his mind when he saw a young woman twirling her hair while the movers unloaded the truck.

“Wait, careful with those ones, please,” she pointed at a box with the word ‘fragile’ on them. “Those were like, pretty expensive.”

“Yes ma’am!” The men nodded, making her grin widely.

“Thanks~, you guys are so sweet,” she replied, continuing to watch them. “Uh, put that box by the kitchen, and that one by the window.”

Josuke raised a brow as he watched the scene. His new neighbor was definitely not what he expected them to be.

He didn’t realize he was staring until the woman called out to him and waved.

“Yoo-hoo!” She cheerfully yelled from below. “Hello! I’m your new neighbor!”

He was taken aback by her peppy attitude- seriously, it was 8 am on a Saturday- but waved back awkwardly. “N-nice to meet you.”

“Sorry for all the noise, I hope I didn’t disturb you!”

“It’s alright, not like I was sleeping or anything,” he lied, feeling guilty at the thought of unleashing his previous anger at her. Josuke had to wonder how she was up this early. Was anyone else ever-

“Josuke, who the hell are you talking to right now?” Tomoko snapped from the hallway. “What did I tell you about hogging the phone?”

Right. How could he forget?

“I’m not on the phone, mom,” he tiredly replied. Tomoko swung open the door without a second thought, only to find her son indeed was not on the phone, but still in his tanktop and pajama pants and leaning out the window.

“Then what are you…?” She shook her head and strode over to the window, looking to see a slightly confused but smiling young woman. “O-oh! You must be our new neighbor. Welcome!”

The woman chuckled and nodded. “Thank you. I’m happy to be here. If it’s not too much, I have some gifts for you all. Can I drop by soon to introduce myself properly?”

Tomoko nodded quickly. “Of course, yes, you can. Stay for some tea, too!”

“I’d love that! I have to finish with this, but give me about… um… like… three hours and I’ll be over,” the woman replied, waving one last time before turning around and ordering the men to drop off another set of boxes in a specific place.

“I love her shoes,” Tomoko mumbled to herself as she closed the window.

“I didn’t think it would just be some woman. I thought it would be a family,” Josuke rubbed the back of his neck and yawned.

“I didn’t expect that, either,” Tomoko casually replied. “That being said, what the hell were you thinking!”

Josuke’s eyes widened at his mother’s harsh tone. “What? What did I do?”

“What did you do? You just introduced yourself to our new neighbor in your pajamas! Do you know how bad that makes us look? We have to make a good impression, not make her think we’re a bunch of slobs or something!”

Tomoko frantically paced around Josuke’s room.

“It’s not that big a deal. It’s just our neighbor. Not like she’ll die if she sees me like this,” Josuke sighed, knowing his mother’s rant would continue.

“I can’t believe this. I knew she’d be here today, but I was trying to plan a welcome visit and everything, and now it’s all ruined! Now she thinks my son is a delinquent who just sits in his pajamas all day and that we’re a bunch of bums!”

“I really doubt she thinks-”

“No, no, no. Fix yourself up, now. I want you to put on your best clothes and make the best impression you can.”

“But it’s so early and I’m tired! She won’t even be here for another few hours and it takes me less than five minutes to get ready!”

“No. You will not be sleeping right now, you will be cleaning yourself up and- oh, for the love of god- clean up your room, will you?” Tomoko gagged as she stepped on a pile of Josuke’s dirty clothes.

“She’s not coming in my room!”

“What if she asks to see it, hm? You’re just gonna let her walk in and see how messy your room is?”

“Why would she be in my room in the first place?” Josuke retorted exasperatedly. “She’s coming to have tea, not a house tour!”

“That doesn’t matter! What if she wants a house tour? You don’t say no to your guests! Now clean up, that’s final!” Tomoko pointed at Josuke, leaving no room for any disagreement. Josuke rolled his eyes as Tomoko slammed the door shut behind her, leaving a grumbling and exhausted Josuke.

Well… she won’t know if I sleep for another fifteen minutes, right?

All too quickly, a fifteen minute power nap became an almost three hour long sleep. He only woke up due to hearing the door knocking, and that’s when all the panic set in.

“Josuke, she’s here!” Tomoko called from downstairs.

Shit! He thought as he tumbled out of bed and threw off his pajamas. “C-coming! Give me a sec!”

Knowing his mother would get on his case about his clothes, he rummaged through his closet for anything nice he had that wasn’t a huge, wrinkled mess. He settled, for some reason, on his school uniform and threw it on haphazardly, nearly tripping over himself as he went to grab his comb from his mirror.

He already knew he was taking too long, and he could hear his mother’s threatening tone when she called his name again, despite Tomoko trying to hide it under a veneer of saccharine sweetness. Josuke barely managed to get himself ready before he almost fell down the stairs to greet their new neighbor.

“Well, you know teenagers, always doing their own thing-” Tomoko said to the woman, not realizing (or, more likely, not caring) that Josuke was in earshot. Tomoko placed a cup of tea for both her and the woman, who graciously thanked her.

“I don’t mind, really. It’s good that they’re taking a moment to like, explore and stuff,” the woman mused. Up close, Josuke could get a better look at the woman. She had dark brown hair that went to her shoulder, but curled upwards at the ends of it. She wasn’t as pale as Tomoko, and her face was covered in freckles and beauty marks. Large, gold hoop earrings dangled from her lobes while her eyes had on some eyeliner and blue eyeshadow, which coincidentally, matched the baby blue sweater she wore.

Josuke cleared his throat awkwardly so his mother could introduce him. Tomoko turned to him with a smile before her face fell. She shot him a death glare when she noticed how slovenly his appearance looked- a warning for what was to come after their guest had left.

“Miss Yazawa, this is my son, Josuke. Josuke, this is Miss Yazawa.”

Josuke bowed politely. “Nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you, too. But, you know, I’m not at work and I’m still pretty young, so you can just call me Mary,” Mary casually stated. Tomoko shook her head to Josuke, telling him not to do so. “And since you’re both here now, I hope it’s alright for me to give you my gift?”

Mary pulled out a pink box wrapped with a golden, glittery bow. Josuke leaned over curiously, wondering what was inside.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to give us something this big,” Tomoko said as she took the box. “I’ll just set it aside and-”

“Oh no, feel free to open it! I think it’ll go great with the tea!” Mary giggled.

Tomoko undid the bow and opened the box, gasping alongside Josuke as they saw many tarts, macarons, and other desserts they couldn’t even name within it.

“W-wait a minute, this can’t be,” Tomoko quickly said as she examined the cover she just removed. “Is this really from that French bakery? Patisserie Chic? That one?”

Mary nodded. “Yeah. I heard it was good. Have you tried it before?” She asked, fiddling with her cup. Both of them shook their head. Patisserie Chic was hailed as the bakery in Morioh, but it was, frankly, very expensive. As a teacher and single mom, Tomoko just didn’t have the funds to splurge that much on a slice of cake or a cookie.

Especially not a whole box of them…

“No, we haven’t.”

“Well, then that means it’s the perfect time to try them!” Mary grinned, clasping her hands together.

All of them took a pastry and took a bit. Josuke and Tomoko gasped at the taste and covered their mouths.

“Mmm! This is amazing!” Tomoko said, not caring she was talking with her mouth full.

“Mhm! Sho good!” Josuke agreed, chomping down on the sweet.

“I guess they were right,” Mary hummed, taking a small, ladylike bite of her pastry. She didn’t react much to the taste, but neither Tomoko or Josuke were paying attention.

After indulging in her sweet, Tomoko wiped her mouth and looked at Mary. “So, Miss Yazawa, what made you move all the way to Morioh?”

“Oh, it wasn’t a big deal or anything,” Mary responded. “I wanted to experience more things, so I took a position at the bank as their receptionist.”

Tomoko raised a brow. “You moved from…”

“Shibuya,” Mary answered.

“Shibuya,” Tomoko repeated. Explains the makeup. “You moved from Shibuya… to here? For a receptionist job?”

“Yes,” Mary nodded casually. Josuke tried to imagine what that would feel like, but he couldn’t think of anything. He loved Morioh, would live here forever, no questions asked- but moving here from Shibuya? That seemed a bit crazy.

“I heard the housing prices and mortgages are high over there,” Josuke commented, trying to keep the conversation going. He’d thank Koichi later for that. Tomoko shot him a confused look, wondering why the hell her son, who was always too busy playing video games and could never clean his room, was suddenly discussing mortgages.

“Yeah, they are. Morioh looks like a nice change of pace. I do like the quieter towns, too. And everyone’s been pretty friendly so far.”

“It’s a very nice town, even if it’s smaller than what you’re probably used to,” Tomoko replied. “I hope I’m not coming off as too rude or anything, but are you living with anyone? A fiance or a husband? I didn’t see anyone else with you right now.”

“Oh, no, I live alone. Again, I just moved for work and stuff,” Mary answered, not at all offended by the question. Josuke briefly wondered if all Shibuya women were like her. He did like that she was a bit more casual than some of the ladies here.

“You are? I didn’t expect that. You look very young. I’m surprised you aren’t with someone,” Tomoko gasped, starting to feel her previous holdups wear down. Even though she was stern at times, she still was a young woman, too, and she hadn’t talked to another woman her age in a while like this.

“I just haven’t found the right guy, you know?” Mary explained. “Like, I’m usually pretty busy with my job, so sometimes I just don’t have the time to really meet guys. My supervisor once said I should try a small town guy once in a while, instead of the big city ones.”

“They’re pretty rough, aren’t they?” Tomoko replied. Mary nodded in agreement.

“Right? Some of them are so pushy and don’t even listen when I talk,” Mary sighed. “All they do is talk about finances or the stock market or something, like, can we just talk about anything else?”

“And don’t they always complain about you working, too?”

“They do!”

Josuke cleared his throat as the two women got caught up in their conversation, making them both silently return to their previous positions.

“Well, in any case, this is a pretty nice place to settle down in. I don’t think you’ll have many complaints here,” Tomoko said casually.

Josuke, wanting to be involved after sitting around boredly, looked at Mary. “So, Mar- Miss Yazawa, how old are you, anyways?”

“Josuke!” Tomoko hissed, glaring at him. Mary giggled again and waved it off.

“20,” she answered.

“W-wait, 20?” Tomoko and Josuke said at the same time.

“Yeah. Is there like… something wrong?” Mary cocked her head to the side.

“No, I just… I didn’t think you’d be that young,” Tomoko responded, the surprise evident on her face. She mumbled a, “you could be my daughter at that age…”

“Woah, you moved out and everything by yourself at 20?” Josuke’s eyes sparkled, seemingly impressed with the fact she could do all that.

“Mhm. It’s nothing crazy. I know lots of people who do the same.”

Before Josuke could talk more, the phone began ringing.

“Josuke, answer the phone, will you?” Tomoko asked. Josuke looked at the house phone attached to the wall and raised a brow.

“It’s not ringing,” he replied, seeing as there was no light flashing on it.

“No, that’s me, sorry,” Mary chuckled. “Is it alright if I take this call over there?”

Tomoko was about to nod before her and Josuke gasped again at seeing Mary pull out a large, thick cellphone. They huddled together as Mary walked to the living room to answer.

“Is that a-”

“No way-” the two whispered to each other.

“How the hell can she afford a cellphone?”

“It’s the newest Nokia, too. I heard you can use it all around the world!” Josuke said with wide eyes.

“Are receptionists really paid that much?” Tomoko asked. “Maybe I should consider a career switch.”

“It’s not fair, how can she get a cellphone at 20, but I can’t?” Josuke whined.

“I don’t even have a cellphone! Why would I get you one?”

“Because… pleeease?” Josuke gave Tomoko his best puppy dog eyes before she shook her head.

“No way. You don’t need a cellphone to waste more time on. You’re already slacking on your chores and schoolwork.”

“Come on, I promise, I’ll do all my chores if I get one!”

“No.”

Josuke rolled his eyes and slumped against the seat. “One day, I’m gonna get one. And when I move out, I will not be yelled at about my room.”

“You have to actually go to college and get a job for that,” Tomoko teased.

“I will! You’ll see!”

The two bickered a bit longer before Mary came back, Nokia in hand. Mary, true to her youthful age, had decorated her phone with some rhinestones and two pink phone charms. Josuke wondered once more if women in Shibuya did this sort of thing. They must be loaded. Or bored.

“Sorry about that, my supervisor was calling.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just some things are gonna need to be done sooner than expected. But, not a huge deal. I’ll just pull an all-nighter or something,” Mary shrugged.

“Ugh, never mind about me getting a job,” Josuke joked.

“Aw, work isn’t so bad. It’s kinda fun!” Mary replied, a wide grin on her face.

Josuke lost track of the time until Mary had left, citing her need to begin unpacking and organizing her house. Once she was gone, Tomoko folded her arms and stared quizzically at the door.

“Something up, mom?” Josuke asked, wondering why she was just standing by their door.

“I just can’t put my finger on it, honestly.”

“Put your finger on what?”

“Obviously, I mean Miss Yazawa.”

“What about her?”

“I don’t normally like to gossip about others but something’s a bit strange about her, don’t you think?”

Josuke shook his head. “Nah.”

“What do you mean, ‘nah’?” Tomoko deadpanned.

“Was there something weird about her?” Josuke scratched his cheek.

“I mean, the fact that she lived in Shibuya and then decided to move here for a receptionist job, her being only 20, having a new cellphone- none of that was off to you?”

“Is it supposed to be off to me?”

“Well, yeah, it’s not really…” Tomoko paused, scrunching her nose at what she was tryna say. “Oh god… am I getting old?”

“What?” Josuke shouted, confused where his mother would get that idea from. “What does this gotta do with anything?”

“I think I’m getting too old. I know I look younger than my age-”

“So humble.”

“Quiet. But, jeez, she’s only 20! Are younger women these days working that hard and doing that much?”

“I guess?” Josuke replied, not knowing much about women. “Maybe it’s what the women do in Shibuya.”

“It’s gotta be that. I heard they got some crazy stuff going on there,” Tomoko commented, fanning herself. “And I guess you would need to work extra hard to afford that place.”

“So then, it’s just cuz she’s from Shibuya.”

Tomoko let out a breath, before nodding. “Yeah. Shibuya. Must be a Shibuya thing.”

“So that settles it then?” Tomoko hummed back. “And you’re not worried about being old?”

Tomoko tried to remain serious, but her lips twitched upwards as she let out a short laugh. “No. I’m good. I guess even the way I did things when I was her age was unconventional, too.” She rubbed the back of her neck.

Josuke knew what she was referring to and pursed his lips. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“And I wouldn’t have you any other way, either. Mmm… maybe just a cleaner room but that can be worked on.”

“Whatever,” Josuke laughed.

“But, really, you should go clean your room. And if you have time one day, you should go stop by her house and help.”

“Why?”

“It’s just a good thing to do. She’s all by herself and she probably needs help moving things around.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that tomorrow. I’ll call Koichi and Okuyasu over, too, since they wanted to know who it was.”

Tomoko smiled, a proud look on her face. Josuke gave a questioning expression back. “Why’re you smiling like that?”

“Nothing,” Tomoko shook her head before sighing wistfully. “I guess I just realized that you’re really becoming a man.”

Josuke’s face softened alongside his mother’s. Well, he wasn’t really all that eager to do so, but maybe helping Miss Yazawa wouldn’t be so bad if this is how his mom would react.

#my writing #mary 4 #mary yazawa #jjba oc #jojo oc #jjba #jjba x oc #oc insert #josuke higashikata #josuke 4 #tomoko higashikata #my oc #self ship #platonic self ship #platonic #self shipping community #selfshipping community

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anarchy-and-piglins · 2 years

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Saw your Dark!Ranboo thing amd thought, "How would Ranboo get Technoblade and Philza'a stuff from them."

So I wrote this.

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"I just don't see why I have to take it off," Technoblade huffed, crossing his arms. Philza was looking at him with an amused smirk as he placed his chest piece on the stand.

"A three year old lives here, Technoblade! We don't need people walking around with weapons. What if someone gets hurt?" Ranboo's tail whipped back and forth as the boy fidgeted nervously.

"Armor is hardly a weapon," Technoblade scoffed.

"It is when you're paranoid enough to enchant the whole set with Thorns." Technoblade waved off Ranboo's concern.

"It's not like Michael is going to attack me."

"I didn't realize Thorns could determine the difference between an attack and an over enthusiastic toddler who wants to hug you," Ranboo deadpanned, sparking Philza to laugh.

"He's got you there, mate," Philza said as he readjusted his robes, free from his own armor.

"Bruh, I think I can dodge one clingy kid-"

"Oh dear, the great warrior Technoblade running from a toddler-" Phil giggled.

"Phil, no!"

"Think of your reputation."

"It is pretty cringe," Ranboo nodded, lips upturned as Philza continued to needle Technoblade.

"No, you guys, stooop."

"And then, you're going to have to deal with Michael. What's the poor kid going to do when he can't hug one of his favorite people?" Phil grinned wide.

"Don't say it-"

"He'll cry," Ranboo nodded seriously. "It will be the third worst thing to happen to him."

"Bruuuuuuh" Technoblade moaned, covering his face with his hands. Philza gasped for air as he guffawed. Technoblade shot the old man a look of reproach, which just made him laugh harder. Technoblade slumped in defeat.

"Fine. Since my reputation is on the line, I guess I have no choice-"

"-and the fact that you don't want to upset Michael-"

"Completely coincidental, Phil. That is completely unrelated. I'm not soft. Chat, hush. I'm not," Technoblade started to remove his armor, placing it on the stand next to where he had stored his weapons.

Ranboo watched his two friends, his two mentors, bicker back and forth. He grinned as the last piece of armor was tucked away.

"Are you sure no one can just, I don't know, waltz in, and take all our stuff?" Technoblade asked as Ranboo ushered the two out of the armory.

"Oh, not a chance!" Ranboo said as he shut the iron door with a loud clang. He pulled a heavy iron key from around his neck and locked it with a click. "See! Perfectly safe. And the door has Unbreaking on it, too."

"What happens if you lose the key?" Philza tilted his head, so much like the crows he constantly surrounds himself with.

"Or, you know, forget where you put it?" Technoblade crossed his arms, fidgeting with his shirt sleeve and clearly uncomfortable to be so vulnerable.

"Oh, that's easy," Ranboo hung it once more around his neck, tucking it under his shirt. "Boop. Now I won't ever lose it."

Technoblade groaned.

"This is a lot of effort just to keep the little guy safe," Technoblade halfheartedly complained. "Can't we just, I don't know, wrap the kid in bubble wrap or something? Lock him up in a soft room so he doesn't just trip and brain himself on the floorboards?"

Phil snorted. "Techno, that's not how you deal with kids."

"Well, it sounds like a good idea to me! That way I get to keep all my stuff," Technoblade grinned at Ranboo. "Ranboo, agree with me. A soft room is so much better than all this effort."

Ranboo hummed, tilting his head in thought as he tapped a clawed finger against the key hidden under his shirt.

"Well," Ranboo said finally. "It certainly has its merits."

AAAAA YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD

Very funny, and slightly ominous. These bitches don’t know they’re about to be put in a babyproof room themselves if they’re not careful >:D

#ranboo #philza #technoblade #thoughts #asks #fanfic recs

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fallen-chances · 1 year

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@crysdrawsthings tagged me in a fun tag game, and I figured I'd follow suit and answer for an OC instead of myself. Here's Massara! I used the same picrew, found Here.

Seasoning: It's gotta be spicy. No exceptions. He's definitely added a tiny pinch of fire salts to a dish before just to see what it would do.

Weather: The nostalgic part of them says the weather before an ash storm. The dry, whistling wind under a shrouded sun. But truthfully he loves a good casual drizzle, tapping on a clay tile roof.

Color: They typically wear a range from dark red to dark blue, with all sorts of purples in between, but he personally favors a light mauve or deep teal-- they just don't wear it often.

Magic Power: Does thirty years of experience in a Mephalan cult as both an assassin and sex worker count as a magic power? If not, just plain vampirism and several decades of study of illusion magic.

House Plant: Can't grow plants to save their life.

Weapon: They have an ebony haladie with serrated edges from his time with the Cult.

Subject: Please don't get them started on the changes in Ashlander (and Dunmer as a whole) culture after red year. He doesn't stop talking.

Social Media: I think they'd have a TikTok account that is partially funny stories about his cryptid boyfriend, a bit of psychology advice, and quite a few thirst traps. There's lots of "wait aren't you that person who..." in the comments.

Make-up Products: Loves a bold lip and even bolder eyeliner.

Candy: They don't have much of a sweet tooth, though his mom used to make a banging sweet ash yam biscuits that they would absolutely DEVOUR.

Fear: Finally opening up completely to someone again and giving them their heart only to get his heart ripped out.

Ice Cub Shape: Small enough to cronch.

Method of Long Distance Travel: Walking mostly, or carriages. They don't like horses, and well. Silt Striders are all dead.

Art Style: A bit of singing, but mostly lute, a three string setar to be specific.

Celestial Body: Moon(s) maybe..?

Mythological Creature: Incubus. Or Succubus, depending on how you want to define them. Actually, concubus.

Piece of Stationary: They Cannot Write. they can barely read. but he does love the feel of a really smooth parchment.

I. have no clue who to tag aaaaa. if you see this and want to do it (for yourself or your ocs) please feel free! oh wait @nightlist @witchy--mama if y'all want to :3

#tag games #eheheh tysm for the tag crys #my ocs #tes ocs #massarapalibbi

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rise-alchemy · 2 years

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Stream-of-consciousness thoughts as I watch Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Episodes 3-4

I’m already getting Five Night’s at Freddy’s vibes from this episode.

That kid trapped in the claw machine is surprisingly supportive.

How is it April’s fault that Alberto broke down after a kid threw an entire pint of root beer into his mouth?

Where is the manager? This kind of thing should be his job!

How many times have the boys masqueraded as birthday robots to get free pizza from this place?

“I upgraded my upgrade in the middle of my upgrade.”

Honestly Donnie’s upgrades to the band are super cool - just look at that fluidity!

Ah. Yes. There’s the chaos.

Poor Alberto…

WHERE is the kitchen staff? Freddy’s is better staffed than this!

OH GEEZ HE’S SENTIENT NOW

“You know what? Turns out I cannot fix this.”

“Who wants to play a little game of ‘Running to Safety’?”

Seriously, WHERE is this manager? This kind of detachment from the business day is SUPER unprofessional.

You know what, better question: WHERE ARE TIMMY’S PARENTS?!

Has that poor child been trapped in the claw machine this whole time??

PRESIDENT PEPPERONI???

That wasn’t even the highest scoring slot in Skeeball! I should know - that game used to be my jam.

The manager absolutely bought himself that trophy.

“I’m gonna crack you open like a birthday piñata!”

“You can’t be the king of birthday parties without having one of your own!”

APRIL NO! Donnie actually got through to him with that cake and song.

Ugh. With the way that cake crumbled, I think the birthday kids dodged a bullet by not eating it.

The manager sure isn’t happy and April lost her job, but at least Timmy had the best birthday of his life.

Do we ever circle back to Alberto not being 100% dead? That’d be pretty cool.

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Aah! This is where the worm guy comes from!

EW GROSS DON’T KISS THAT MIRROR! Do you see those stains?!

How is this man able to pay the rent for that apartment as a giant worm.

Raph is really attached to that hippo suit.

WHY does Donnie have a bottle of female hippo scent?

WHERE did Warren get a piece of flypaper that big?

D’aww! Mikey in the background just vibing out on the spring ride.

LEO WHAT DID YOU DO-

“He was ON my HEAD. I PANICKED.”

Pfft! The boys just leave Warren in the park to regenerate with his insides on the outsides.

WHERE did Warren get those fully functional non-integrated prosthetic legs?

Yo Warren don’t throw Clem’s phone at him! He was nice enough to let you borrow it in the first place!

“You ruined that woman’s 95th birthday.”

Raph: “Be careful.” *shoves Mikey through a hole in the roof to a 20ft drop*

OH. OOOOH, NO. NO NO NO. I HATE WARREN’S BUFF WORM LOOK-

“He’s Current Occupant!”

“I am Current Occupant!”

“Finally! The thing we actually care about!”

“This has been the WORST mating season!” Hypno have-…have you been through more than one…?

I am absolutely stealing Hypno’s hypno scream for later use.

WAS HYPNO GOING TO JUST DISEMBOWEL MIKEY RIGHT THERE ON THE FLOOR? GOOD LORD!

Gotta say, I’m a sucker for villains fighting to protect heroes because “I’M the only one allowed to kill them!”.

WARREN! Put those worm nips away!!!

Leo absolutely knows who Warren is. He’s just messing with him at this point.

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How fast were these Jupiter Jim movies being churned out if there were sixty of them made in, like, just a few decades?

“OH NO! A MUTANT! …oh, wait. We’re mutants, too.”

These boys don’t understand how money works, and that’s a Vibe.

I want to know how Repo Mantis holds things with those claws.

Aaaaa! A Tototo reference!!!

So…are all of these mutants the result of the Oozesquitos? Or were there mutants/Yokai living in and around New York before then?

PUPPIES! PUPPY PUPPY PUPPY PU-. Ahem. Yes. Puppies.

“That honestly tastes exactly like sunshine.”

Donnie: “We’ve got to be tough with him. Hard as nails!”

Mikey: *finishes his lemonade* “Hard as nails!”

Todd hasn’t made a payment in two years?? My GUY, how do you still have functioning utilities?!

“I’m in something squishy. I AM IN SOMETHING SQUISHY.”

Even that umbrella is threadbare…

I love that it was Donnie’s idea to build a brand new puppy sanctuary to trade for the RV.

WHERE did all of this raw material come from??

ngl the end result is pretty darn beautiful.

Was that moon buggy always fully functional and fully fueled? Or did Repo Mantis fix it up himself?

WHY DOES THAT MOON BUGGY HAVE A FUNCTIONAL TURBO MODE???

Those pedestrians are having a terrible day, but honestly? They’ve probably had worse.

So uh…how is Donnie planning to get that moon buggy down into the sewers?

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Do the boys have an entire arcade room all to themselves in the Lair? That’s so cool!!

Splinter has the cutest darn sneeze I’ve ever heard and that’s not fair.

Splinter: “I feel terrible. Do I look terrible? Be honest.”

The boys: *all screaming*

Raph, lying through his teeth: “You look great!”

I absolutely do not trust Donnie with uranium.

I’m with Leo - matching unicorn onesies would be adorable.

“Buckle up, boys. It’s about to get weird.”

How fast does Splinter’s fur grow back if, every year, when he inevitably gets sick and feels too hot from the fever, he shaves himself bald?

“He loves pizza in confined spaces you can barely breathe in!”

These stage names are killing me but in the best way.

How badly did these bouts of sickness go for them before they figured out these elaborate plans and procedures to deal with them? Did one of the boys miraculously miss out on the bug one year and saw the chaos from the outside?

Stage 6: Fan Fiction.

Listen. Listen. I know a couple spoilers about this show. How could I not? That said: IS SPLINTER WRITING FAN FICTION ABOUT HIMSELF???

Leo just becomes a big ol’ cuddle bug when he’s sick.

I don’t believe stage seven lasted nearly as long as the boys think it did. I think Splinter was messing with them.

#OOC #rottmnt #((this one got a little long...))#((maybe I should start cutting these))

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strititty · 2 years

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10 & 12 for the writing asks?

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

yes. god, yes.

a haunting particular sort of mood, i guess? there are some pieces of media i wouldn't say that i'm haunted by so much as consumed by. there are times when obsession grabs me by the throat and refuses to let me go - right now i'm in the throes of the locked tomb, for instance, and for a few days i'll probably be consuming fanfic and meta obsessively until the great beast of my fixation returns to slumber - and you might consider that a kind of haunting!

you might say i'm possessed by homestuck, a work i think of every day and have for many years now. god, homestuck, my beloved.

but i can also think of smaller things, and there is importance in the little things that linger. an excerpt from people don't do that:

Dave's hands wander aimlessly, resting on his brother's bicep one moment and caressing the nape of his neck the next. He works his fingers into his hair and begins to… pet him, just something so soft and affectionate, and then Dirk pulls back, for once in all of this betraying some level of discomfort he may have not even known he held — but the both of them share a look that says it's too far gone, and if either of them wanted to reappraise whether the drop might just be too steep, it was too late to turn back now.

Dave brushes Dirk's hair off his forehead and smiles something awful, sad as it is fond. Dirk looks as if he's close to balking, but when Dave finally leans forward and brushes his lips against his, the fire is back and any semblance of indecision dies in the air.

or a snippet of a poem called source amnesia that i quote often:

You have choked back everything human: terror, honor, tears.

or maybe even:

The air in your lungs is fresh and free.

which is the final line to an ancient old project of mine, and for all that a haunting doesn’t seem equivalent to freedom, that has always felt something like it.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

AAAAA. hopefully this is a benevolent genie because i cannot think my way through a faustian bargain for the life of me.

first i’d wish for the ability to focus when i set my mind to it, so that i could actually settle in to do some art. it is SO HARD to focus. i am desperate for the ability to focus. maybe once every few months i am smacked by the ability to write with focus and clarity that lets me get so much shit done, and it would be great to feel like that all the time.

second, the ability to FINISH THINGS. to write full drafts and good endings that i’m happy with. i have this habit of worrying at universes, and i don’t super mind that i just keep proliferating splinters and ideas for things that might be better left well enough alone, but every once in a while i would like to recognize an ending, be able to write to it to my satisfaction, and then be able to share it!!! that would be incredible. i start so many things... one (1) story that feels complete, maybe? just one (1)?

having lots of trouble coming up with a third wish. focus and finish are the two things i really feel like i lack. if i had both of those my life would be so good. i would be so happy to write, all the time, whether my ideas are brilliant or goofy or both. maybe i would wish for readers, so that i can share my stuff with people!! you don’t even have to like it. it’d make me happy if you did, though--

#lime answers #stridercest #poetry #lime writes #kinda sorta

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favoniuscodex · 2 years

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HONEY IM HOME + CHILDE aaaaa I know it’d be so soft

Feel free to ignore this request or the Kaeya one I sent, make sure to take care of yourself ( ^ω^ )

prompt: 'honey i'm home' + childe x gn!reader warnings: uhhh there are Faintest Implications of/Jokes about Adult Activities at certain parts a/n: this came out kinda ehhhh but i hope u enjoy it anyways :3

the snowfall outside is quiet.

of course, it always is. snow arrives and departs stealthily, even if its presence is hard to ignore once it coats the ground. yet, the absence of noise echoes loudly in your heart. it's quiet outside, just like it is in the inside of your snezhnayan cabin. the snow piles up outside and you, sitting next to the crackling hearth inside of your cozy cottage, feel completely and utterly alone. it's still difficult for even the highest ranking mages to predict when the next snowstorm would hit snezhnaya. with little family left in the country, if this storm would have been predicted, you would have gone to stay with your lover's family.

instead, you are alone. it is silent apart from the uneasy bubbling of the stew beginning to boil atop the hearth's flames. maybe the next time you get a chance to mail send a piece of mail to ajax, you'll ask him for one of those fancy new fontaine phonographs. having some soft music crooning at you would make these snowy days feel a lot less lonesome, even if the amount of people you're with isn't actually changing.

at the thought of music, you stand up, reminded of a gift childe brought back to you the last time he visited mondstadt. you make the short trek to your bedroom quietly, footsteps muffled by the thick wool socks that surround your feet. you stare at your bookshelf, ignoring the messy covers of the bed you couldn't bother to make this morning. after all, it's just you in here for now. your lover's side of the bed is undisturbed, still partially made despite you tossing the blankets about in your lonesome slumber.

you finally find the object that you're looking for and pick it up carefully. it is a music box that hums the melody of a land you have never visited and the winds of freedom you have never felt. it's a bit sad, being trapped inside your house and listening to the hymns that worship an archon who promises all that is not afforded to you in this moment. nonetheless, you gently spin the crank on the back, winding up the gears, then set the music box on the shelf and listen to its song.

as it reaches the end of its song, the music box whines as the gears slow down to a halt. with a sigh, you reach out to restart the song, only for the front door of the cottage to slam open with an egregious thud. you jump in place, accidentally jerking your hand up to hit one of the bookshelves, before carefully rescinding it. the wind isn't that bad right now, so it certainly wasn't the wind.

immediately, you rush over to the bed, reaching underneath the frame to grab one of the many weapons childe had insisted upon leaving behind 'for your safety'. you had no idea how to even wield a sword usefully, but it was time to fi-

"honey, i'm home!" a familiar voice calls and the sword you picked up clatters from your grip at the sound.

oh, it's just ajax, you think. a wave of relief washes over you before your eyes widen in realization. wait, ajax?!?!

your lover wasn't due home for another four months. why in the tsaritsa is he back now?

"darling?" childe calls once again. the concerned note of his voice startles you out of your stupor and you dart out of the bedroom. you don't bother to verbally respond and instead barrel directly into the man who had just slipped his coat and snowshoes off. you wrap your arms around his torso tightly and he laughs at your eagerness. he returns the hug and kisses the crown of your head while swaying the two of you gently back and forth.

"did you miss me?" he jokes, unprepared for your honest answer.

"i was just thinking about you and wishing you were here," you say as you bury your face in his shoulder. you don't see the slight widening of his eyes at your words, but you feel the way his hug becomes even tighter, desperate not to let you go any time soon.

"well," he says, reluctantly pulling away from you a bit to gaze into your eyes. "i'm here now, darling."

he pulls you in close once more, but this time, he presses his lips against yours. the warmth of his kiss contrasts with the cold of the wintry air he let in by opening the front door and you proceed to melt into his touch. normally, you'd tease him for being cliché, but this time, you can't help but indulge it. in his absence, you missed all of him, including his cheesiness when it came to romance.

yet, you're the one to break the kiss as you feel his hands slowly moving lower on your figure. caught in the act, he pouts at you, expression reminiscent of a puppy and you mimic his face in return.

"you just traveled through a snowstorm to get here, dummy," you say, affectionately. "don't you want to eat dinner first?"

"i know a few thi-" ajax begins, cut off by your glare. he knows better than to spoil this moment with an inopportune joke, so he clears his throat and speaks in a forcefully polite way. "dinner sounds great, i would love to eat with you, sweetheart."

however, childe can't bring himself to be disappointed as you burst out into laughter at his awful attempt at a formal tone.

"you can make out with me later," you promise and childe perks back up, sending you into another fit of giggles at easily predictable behavior. you lean in and give his cheek a quick kiss before plucking his hand off your waist and interlacing your fingers through his. "now c'mon, i'm sure you've got a lot of new stories to tell me, don't you?"

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe fluff #genshin fluff #axia.writing #writing.childe

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fireflykaizoku · 2 years

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Hey Lari!! How are you?? :)

Seeing as you’re my favourite writer for Killer fics, could i please request an NSFW of Killer with a Fem reader at a concert/festival with prompt 2? Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!! ♡

hellooo, my love! how are you? omg you have no idea how happy i got reading this (i'm still smiling and giggling aaaaa) thank you so so much omg i'm so glad you like them! killer oneshots are good for the heart ❤😭 ~sigh~ he deserves so much love

i also took longer to write this one bc: changed the plot a couple of times again :')

i hope you like it! ❤

When people announced a summer festival in your town, the first thing you did was message your boyfriend, Killer, asking him to go with you. It sounded fun, so the blonde agreed right away. It has been a while since you both had a date without Kid anyway.

Since it was summer, you decided to wear something that wouldn’t make you melt in the middle of the crowd. Shorts and the band’s shirt, perfect! You rolled the sleeves up and waited for the blonde to pick you up at your house.

When you got in the car, the man looked at you as if he had seen an angel or maybe something so divine.

— It looks good on you. — it was the first thing said.

— Thank you. — you smiled, a bit shy. His compliments and praises always made your cheeks feel warm and made you want to hide your face with your hands. They always made you so happy, though. — I’m glad you liked it.

There was something about seeing you in those shorts, fanning yourself or holding your hair up to feel the wind, that made Killer want to be all over you. During the concert, his strong hands were moving from your waist to your hips, rested on your lower back, and the blonde was incredibly close to you all the time. And when you placed kisses all over his cheek and lips during the most romantic songs, singing the lyrics while looking at him, made the man feel like he was in the clouds.

How did he get so lucky?

— I’m not complaining, but… — you giggled, getting in the car to go back home. — Your hands were all over me tonight. What happened?

— Nothing, it’s just… You look so… Wow. — Killer took another glance at you, now sweaty and a bit tired, but still so beautiful.

— You look very wow too. — you smiled, placing a soft kiss on his lips. — You always do.

On the way back to Killer’s house, the man’s hand was caressing your thigh while his face seemed a bit impatient, wanting to be at home as soon as possible. You arrived faster than usual.

Killer sat on his bed, about to change into more comfortable clothes, when you made an offer too tempting to refuse.

— I need a shower. — you said, making your way to the bathroom. You looked over your shoulder with a smirk on your lips. — Mind to join me?

You didn’t need to ask him twice as Killer followed you in a second. The moment he closed the door behind you, your boyfriend pulled you closer to him, not wanting to waste any more time. His big hands were quick to remove your shirt, caressing your sides and finally finding your back to unclip your bra. After getting rid of the pieces of clothing and exposing your upper half to him, Killer placed a passionate kiss, full of desire and passion. His tongue explored your mouth with an unusual eagerness and you tried to match his pace.

You helped your boyfriend to undress as well, revealing his toned chest, making you lick your lips in anticipation.

Killer unbuckled his belt, removing his pants quickly as you removed your shorts and soaking wet panties, tossing them to the other side of the bathroom, and turning the shower on. Your boyfriend removed his last piece of clothing, freeing his cock from the underwear.

The man entered the shower with you in a swift move, and pulled you into another sloppy kiss while your hand found his manhood. Your thumb softly caressed the leaking tip before tracing every inch of his hardened cock, feeling it twitch in your hand and feeling every vein.

— I want you. — you whispered, moving your hands up and down slowly. — I want you inside.

— Turn around, baby. — he whispered.

You did as told, back facing him as the water ran down your body. Killer rubbed his tip from your clit to your wet hole, coating his cock with your juices before slowly entering you.

— Fuck… — you whined, arching your back against his chest. — Feels so good.

Killer replied with a grunt as he saw his cock slowly disappear inside of you. Your tight pussy clenching around him, the way you took him so well… It was enough to drive the man crazy. The blonde closed his eyes, and his breath hitched as you moved your hips against his, desperate for more friction.

One of his hands had a tight grip on your hip while the other one found your clit, drawing messy circles and his hips slammed against yours, increasing the pace. Your moans and the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room feeling his cock as deep as he could. His skilled fingers playing with your swollen clit while his lips kissed your neck were driving you to the edge.

— Gonna cum… — you moaned, closing your eyes as your mouth was hanging open.

— Me too. — the man replied, trying to hold back his moans. — Cum for me, baby.

Killer increased the pace, feeling his own release approaching as your tight cunt pulsated around his cock. With a few more thrusts, your mind went blank and the orgasm took you over. You could feel your body tremble as the blonde kept thrusting in and out of you, seeking his own climax. It didn’t take long for you to hear a low grunt in your ear, making you shiver, and with one last deep thrust, Killer released his thick cum inside of you.

Both of you stayed in silence, breathing heavily. Your legs felt so weak, but Killer’s strong arms helped you to stay standing as you recovered from your orgasm. His lips traced soft kisses all over your back.

With his help, you turned around to face your boyfriend again. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you both shared soft and lazy kisses before actually starting to shower. It was a long night, but maybe you both could continue in the morning.

#n.sfw #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #op killer #massacre soldier killer #massacre soldier killer x reader #killer x reader #Summer Resort Event

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lunaastoir · 3 years

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Heyhey! May I request a childe x reader where the reader simps for him but he doesn’t know? Like what if she was online best friends with the tsaritsa but the reader doesn’t know the tsaritsa is the tsaritsa so she constantly simps for childe to her. Like “OMG HE’S SO CUTE.” AND STUFF LIKE THAT. So since she’s like besties with the tsaritsa the cry archon decides to set her up? Thank you :>>>>

AAAAA NONNIE holds your hands gently this is so cute i love it :,)

genshin doesn’t have internet/technology but for the sake of this ask shhhhhh we’re gonna pretend they do

i hope i interpreted your ask correctly, if i didn’t just lmk <3

crack, fluFF- LOTS OF IT???

the tsaritsa’s meddling

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all you wanted were groceries. that was all you wanted. you were standing in line behind the stall as you counted the items you needed to get. salt, milk, sugar, fowl, what else? you were lost in thought as you prayed that you had enough mora to buy everything - god knows how hard eating is as an adventurer. which was why, when you dropped your precious mora, your mind immediately went into panic mode. not now, not now, please don’t let the line move, you begged internally. in hindsight maybe if your mora hadn’t dropped, maybe if you weren’t at your wits end as a broke adventurer, maybe if you had just bought those damn ingredients sooner, you wouldn’t be in this position. as you breathed a sigh of relief after collecting your money and returned your gaze back to the stall, the only thing you could do was stare. where...did everyone go? instead of simply turning around and fleeing which should’ve been your first instinct considering how deserted the place was, you stood there trying to process the information. that was, until you saw a head of auburn hair peak up out of the stall. startled, you almost dropped your mora again. as the tuft of hair gave way to a very tall, handsome, blue eyed man, your brain short circuited.

oh god how you wished you had run when you had the chance. you imagined you must have looked quite comical; mouth hanging slightly open, the list of ingredients fisted in your hands while mora was hanging precariously from your fingers. after what seemed like an eternity, the man seemed to finally notice you.

“oh hey, you must not have noticed but this stall is sold out for the fatui”

the sentence accompanied with his signature smile practically brought you to your knees. that smile? aimed at you? you would be surprised if you weren’t drooling.

determined to not look like an absolute idiot you flashed him a smile of your own before saying, “sorry my bad, i must not have been paying attention” while doing what little you can to get some semblance of balance. tuck the mora here, try to balance your list more gracefully, move that piece of hair from your face.

his eyes surveyed your undoubtedly disheveled appearance, before making a quick decision.

“what items do you want, i’m sure i can spare a few ingredients for someone as pretty as you”

one blink. another blink. did he just call you pretty? oh my-

“oh no, it’s really ok, i can just get these later - it’s not that important anyway” you lied through your teeth. you needed those ingredients or you were most likely going to starve on the road but he didn’t need to know that.

“don’t worry about it, as a harbinger i’m sure my subordinates can overlook a few missing ingredients” he smoothly said before gesturing you towards him.

“i’m childe by the way, if you didn’t know” his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“y/n” you offered while handing him the list.

as he looked over what you needed, you tried your best to keep your breathing steady while your mind raced. if you didn’t know? of course you knew who he was, who didn’t? you would know better than most considering how often you thirsted about him to your mutual. if anything, you should’ve been the one saying that line to him. as an adventurer, you tend to not spend much time in liyue harbor, chasing down ruin guards and running errands was how you would rather keep yourself busy. however, ever since you saw childe in liyue, sharing a pot of tea with zhongli of all people, you started swinging by the harbor more often. fascination was what kept you seeking him out wherever you went. you had heard about the infamous eleventh harbinger, supposedly the youngest of them, all while being quite easy on the eyes. you had brushed off all the talk you had heard to just that - talk. international affairs wasn’t something you cared for and if anything, seeing the fatui made you wary. however, your curiosity grew after seeing him whenever you were in town. you chalked up your eyes subconsciously seeking out his figure to the fact that he was just an interesting guy. nothing wrong with wondering about a peculiar fellow, right? you went through excuses upon excuses until finally, you had concluded that perhaps, maybe, you had a little crush on him. tiny, you assured yourself. just a tiny crush on a very attractive man.

that crush then trickled over to your time spent talking to your mutual. it started off with little hints of “oh there’s this guy i saw and i thought he was kinda cute” to full blown hysteria of “PLS SEND HELP HE LOOKED SO GOOD TODAY.” @cryogoddess definitely had a lot of patience putting up with your thirsts over a man she didn’t even have the name of. you felt horrible sometimes since more than half of your conversation was about the newest detail you had noticed about childe - however your protests on boring her were met with reassurances about how no, you weren’t boring her, and yes, this is the most lighthearted talk she’s had her entire day so please keep going. you weren’t exactly sure what this woman did, or even how old she was. all you knew was she was someone who was constantly stressed (maybe a fellow adventurer?) and she was quite honest (which you happened to appreciate). despite how busy she was, she seemed to always make time for your texts which made you feel like you could trust her with anything.

“is that all? do you need anything else?” childe’s voice interrupted your mental tirade as you owlishly looked at him.

“oh! yes that’s fine thank you” you smiled before taking the bag from him. grabbing the mora, you rushed to hand out the correct amount before he stopped you.

“don’t worry about it, it’s on the house” he laughed slightly before waving your mora away.

it’s on the- excuse me? did he just give you all this for free? is this what fatui hospitality is like?

rushing to close your mouth, you quickly recovered while slurring out a quick “thank you so much” before shouldering your bag. your brain was currently running on fumes and you were very sure that if you stayed there any longer you might just combust.

“well, i’ll be off then, thank you again” you shot him another smile before quickly scurrying away.

without turning back to look at his expression, you moved as fast as humanly possible while trying not to seem like you were about to jump out of your skin. you didn’t know what was more embarrassing, your thumping heart or the dopey smile on your face. there was no way you were ever going to get over this, not with the way he looked at you the entire time. sighing, you put your bag down near a bench and pulled out your phone. at least you had an update for your friend that consisted of something other than just mindless thirsts.

your mind was still reeling over from what happened as you texted her with shaking hands. the reply was immediate: “wow, you finally got up the courage to talk to him huh.” you rolled your eyes playfully at her blunt message. “bY ACCIDENT- IT HAPPENED BY ACCIDENT,,, guess he couldn’t keep himself away from this sexiness 😩” another blunt reply: “right.” smiling softly, you responded: “thanks for hyping me up bestie i really appreciate it <3 ok but maybe childe and i belong together??? is this a sign from the archons???” you stared waiting for her reply, however you were met with a read 8:45 pm. you’re lucky i love you bestie, leaving me on read during my crisis you whispered to yourself as you shouldered your bag once again to head home. at least you won’t be starving tomorrow on your commissions.

as soon as you entered your house, your phone lit up. “wait. as in childe, eleventh of the fatui harbingers, also known as tartaglia, feared by many on the battle field, currently stationed in liyue, major pain in the ass, and is currently ignoring some of his paperwork???” - @cryogoddess. your eyebrows furrowed as you read her message, “yes that’s him but why do you sound so freaked out and how do you know sm abt him?” another notification: “i can’t believe you’ve been thirsting to me abt CHILDE.” you: “KDJKSFJ YOU DIDNT ANSWER MY QUESTION - also??? i thought i told you his name did i not??? 😀” her: “no??? wow this definitely is...interesting” you: “BESTIE ANSWER MY QUESTION DO YOU KNOW HIM???” her: “i’ve gotta go, work is calling.”

you sighed in frustration as you tossed your phone on your bed. why was she so freaked out? you weren’t dumb, you knew there was something she wasn’t telling you but you trusted her enough to know she’ll let you know if it was important. you wondered as you pulled the covers over your head, if you’ll meet childe in your dreams and if you do, hopefully, in a less embarrassing scenario.

the next morning, you awoke to a barrage of texts from none other than @cryogoddess. they were all along the lines of you should go to bubu pharmacy and stock up on medication this evening (i heard they’re having a sale). you responded back with a maybe, if you had time today after your commissions and if xiangling didn’t stop by with some food. however, your mutual made you promise you would visit in the evening, even if it’s just for a few minutes. you gave in because a) you never could say no and b) she made it sound like it was urgent so maybe she was obsessed with medicine? hmmm you would have to figure out where she lived so you could send some to her.

you walked toward bubu pharmacy while tiredly sheathing your weapon, loosely taking in your surroundings. kids playing near the pond, teenagers chatting at the steps, adults keeping a watchful eye over their kids while laughing about the day’s events. your eyes studied the sign outside of bubu pharmacy. sale? what sale? there doesn’t seem to be anything regarding a sale?

“y/n?” a mildly familiar voice called your name. you whipped around looking for whoever uttered those words before your eyes fell on none other than one blue eyed harbinger. he was holding a few silk flowers in his hand as he stared at you with a sheepish smile.

“hi” you stuttered out. your mind was blank, what was happening?

“oh sorry, these are for you. i don’t mean to make you uncomfortable but i heard that you might be interested in me? you caught my eye at the stall yesterday, so i was wondering if you would want to grab lunch from the third-round knockout and then go watch the sunset at mt. tianheng? there’s this really cool trick i can do with my hydro vision where i can make the sunlight dance across the waypoint.”

you stared at him as you wordlessly took the silk flowers from his hands. the golden light of the setting sun cast his face in a beautiful sheen, softly showing off the gentle blush on his cheeks and the brilliant blue of his eyes. his auburn hair seemed to grow alive at the touch of the fiery light and all you could do was stare.

childe’s confidence seemed to wane with every passing second that you gazed at him, open mouthed, so he decided to save himself the embarrassment before hesitantly opening his own mouth.

“yes, i would love to” you quickly said. you smiled gently up at him.

“i would love to watch the sunset with you”

you felt your cheeks burning up as you looked at him with soft eyes. when he returned your expression with a dazzling smile of your own, you could feel yourself relax. yes, your heart rate was off the chart right now, but you were content. the sunset, childe, and the silk flowers was something you never knew you needed, but were glad you got. you had enough time later to worry about the oncoming mortification of how he found out you liked him.

a single notification appeared in your phone as the two of you walked laughing towards the mountain.

“you’re welcome <3″

BONUS:

“i know i’m too sexy for you to not fall in love with me” childe sighed dramatically as he leaned against you for support as the two of you went up the stairs.

you promptly rolled your eyes and pushed him down the steps as you walked ahead with his protests falling on deaf ears.

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gb-patch · 3 years

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Ask Answers: March 30th, 2021- Part 1

We’ve been really focused on getting the Step 3 DLC done and keeping up with asks kind of got away from me, aha. Thank you for waiting for a reply! We’re still definitely behind, but here’s a good chunk of responses!

I love Our Life so much but if the release of the step 3 dlc is in April, please don't "release" it on April 1, my poor heart can't take that prank 😭

Don’t worry! I’m horrible at pranks, haha. When we do post something specifically for April Fool’s it’s always to pretend it’s a joke when in reality it’s something we’re actually planning to do. But we don’t have anything like that arranged for this year. Any posts on April 1st will just be like normal.

Omigod, can you end the game in love with Cove but not in a relationship? My character stayed calm at the restaurant and Cove slept over at her home and I think I may have missed it. I'm delirious if I did, may never stop laughing. The children are idiots

Haha, yes, it is possible to be in love and still not get into an actual relationship. There’s no forced ending where the two are made to confess their feelings and accept, it’s all optional/avoidable.

How can you see the new main character cut-in images? I'm not trying to be rude, but, all of my playthroughs, but I haven't seen them yet. (I know you can go through an entire game without seeing them, but I have went through multiple games.)

It’s a bit of a spoiler to say here, but you can check out the guide we posted on Steam HERE!

Is it possible to win first place in the library quiz with Lizzy (Step 1 DLC)

Yep, it is! Someone made a guide for the answers HERE (it’s also on Steam). We probably shouldn’t have required a perfect score to win a children quiz, but oh well, haha.

Hello!

In the future (in step 4) can you marry Cove even if you are friends? I would love to have a platonic wedding with him!

I’m afraid not. As much as he cares for the MC when they’re besties, Cove would only really want an official marriage if it’s based on romance.

Hello! I bumped into Our Life randomly last month, and it is one of the best coincidences I have ever laid on. I love how the choices and little details in the story changes throughout the game, and I'm excited to keep supporting you! I'm absolutely in love with Cove and would like to ask what keeps him to be especially interested in the MC? Other than how you can choose what fondness level you have with him, what ultimately leads him to be in sync with us? Sorry if it's a little much & thank u!

Cove likes the MC because, regardless of the different personality traits you can give the MC, they meet him on his level, listen to him, understand him (even if you’re indifferent and not really close the MC still gets where he’s coming from), and if you’re fond/crush/love than you’re there for him. He finds the MC someone he can respect, trust, and, if they’re close, feel safe with. I’m glad you enjoyed the game!

hi there! for xoxo droplets i see the that female pronouns are used in the description, in the actual game can you change the pronouns or are they stuck as female? i'm aware the game is free, but i have a bad habit of buying dlc's before playing the game so it would be helpful to know before i spend money on it. if anything i'll save that money for more our life dlcs when they come out :D

XOXO Droplets does have a set MC. It’s the story of a specific person rather than a game about making your own story. All of our games prior to Our Life were about exploring MCs that were fully fleshed out people in their own right, so you can’t get the OL experience from what we did before. But we do plan to do more custom-style MCs going forward from here!

For the our life nsfw dlc, will you have to be in the patron to have it or will there be another way for people who really support the game but can't pay to get it?

I’m afraid not. We might put it up for sale somewhere other than Patreon someday (though never on Steam or Itch) since we know not everyone can use that site, but it will still cost money on any other hosting page we use. It’s unfortunately not a piece of content we can give away for free.

Hello! I finally got to play Xoxo Blood Droplets and it mentioned about a DLC coming out soon. Is it already out or are you still planning it?

We are still planning to finish it when we can, we just had to put it on hold because 2020 was a tough year and we needed to put all our focus on Our Life. There’s some of the extra DLC stories available for beta testing on the Patreon.

Is there a link to the soundtrack for Xoxo Blood Droplets? I really like the music in this game!

That’s not available yet, but we’ll probably put it up for sale once the rest of the stories are done.

Would there be any chance for XOXO Droplets OSTs to be released in the future? (Please take my money-)

We might! There are some things we wanna do and fix before we really start advertising XOXO Droplets things again, but hopefully it all comes together.

Why does Cove dislike Shiloh so much despite all of Shiloh's efforts to get along? I can understand his dislike for Lizzie, but why Shiloh?

They met under bad terms (with an arranged play date he had no choice in), Shiloh’s sort of pushy himself when it comes to trying to get along, and Cove thinks he’s just kind of unusual in how he interacts/reacts with people. They don’t click, basically.

Is there a way to have your character be a tsundere? And have Cove toughened up a bit due to that? Sorry if the is a stupid question! ^^;

Maybe? The options in the game aren’t based on those types of personality tropes and I don’t know them well enough to say if you can accurately find a way to make it work with the available options. But it’s not a stupid question, I’m sure plenty of other people have considered something similar c:

do voiced names work only with their exact spelling? cause my mc is called Sophia and one of the voiced names is Soffia so i was wondering but if only works like that it's fine (sorry if i made any mistakes, english isn't my first language)

“Voice” and “text” are separate! You can pick the “voice” you want and then type in whatever “text” you prefer. And your English is really good.

Will OL:NF be based on a season/break like the first game? Or some other type of setting?

Our Life: Now & Forever takes place over the full course of Autumn. So, the start of school and then into the fall holiday season type of time period.

Will we ever see a jealous cove😭😭 please im begging u-

Only in small ways, really. Sadly, I’m just not someone who enjoys jealousy in stories and therefore I don’t know how to implement it in a way that feels enjoyable. Maybe I’ll figure out a angle I can work with in future projects.

Do you have any plans with Our Life once step 4 has been released along with step 3's DLCs?

After the Step 3 DLCs and Step 4 we’ll be releasing the Cove wedding DLC, the Derek romance DLC, and then the Baxter romance DLC. The project will likely be considered fully complete at that point.

Hello, I just needed to first of all sat how amazed I was when I discovered this game. I thought I would be disappointed by the lack of love interests, but you worked so hard to make sure Cove is the Best Boy for so many different people!! It really has been my comfort game for a while now, and I think all the different choices you allow make it the best romance game I’ve played in my life. The only problem is now my expectations for love are Cove level, and no one can live up to that. You’ve put so much consideration to make this game super inclusive and I think it’s amazing. If I can ask, for the exclusive NSFW Patreon dlc, will it only be available for the month it comes out? Or could I become a patron months later and still be able to download it. I just don’t have a job right now otherwise I would LOVE to subscribe to your Patreon and definitely will once I have the money again!! Thank you so so much for making such a lovely game that’s brought me so much joy.

Hiya! I'm so sorry for sounding like a complete degenerate for asking, but will the nsfw moment on patreon still be available even if i'm not a patron of the month it comes out? (e.g. i didnt pay/join the necessary tier before the moment is released) Thank you for your hard work on OL, I really connected with Cove in a way I never anticipated.

Thank you very much for such kind words! The Patreon DLC will be up for download on the Patreon indefinitely once it’s done. Just like the normal DLCs, you can pay to get it whenever you like but it won’t be up for sale until it’s finished. So take all the time you need.

Sorry to bother you guys, but there was an earlier ask detailing the OL LI's love languages and I was just wondering- Would that be for them personally, as in what they do, or the love language they enjoy receiving the most? Because I know for some people it's different for both on giving and receiving and was a bit confused, haha. Sorry for the trouble, your games are really nice!

For Cove and Derek it’s what they like to receive and what they give. For Baxter, it’s what he likes to get. What he gives is tailored to his partner. He’s flexible that way~ And it’s no trouble.

asking (and also fanning... fanboying? fangirling? fanpersoning? screw it- from a distance) anonymously because my confidence is nonexistent.

will you be doing a kickstarter for our life: now and forever? i know it's probably been asked and mentioned before, but will you be doing a kickstarter akin to the one done for our life: beginnings and always? if so, will you be doing similar tier rewards? (if you guys do so, i will [politely] throw my money at you).

now, to the fan.. personing? FAN. uhm. to the part where this anonymous agender idiot will begin to act as the fan they are.

THE GAME IS SO. SO NICE. IT'S CUSTOMIZABLE. I'M REALLY HAPPY ABOUT THAT PART. AAAAA I ALSO ENJOY THAT YOU GAVE US THE OPTION TO JUST STAY BEST FRIENDS OR SOMETHING A8DBAIHEW- AND YOU INCLUDED AROS AND ACES IN THAT SEXUALITY CHOOSING PART- aaaAAA AND YOU MADE ELIZABETH FILIPINO- THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR CREATING SUCH AN INCLUSIVE GAME!!!

to summarize; will you be doing a kickstarter? and thank you for creating such a nice game. i, and likely the majority if not all of those who have played the game, am thankful.

Aw, thanks <3! I’m so happy it was such a nice experience for you. We are planning on having a Kickstarter for Our Life: Now & Forever. It’ll have similar rewards to the Our Life: O&A Kickstarter, but some changes will have to be made. Like, we’ll definitely need to increase the rate for getting a voiced name. Originally it was $3USD, which was super low for how much work it really took to add in a customized piece of voice acting, aha. Live and learn.

So sorry if you've already answered this, I looked but I couldn't find anything. Is the 18+ DLC coming out alongside the Step 3 DLC, or do they have different development timelines entirely? I'm so excited for all the DLC coming out in the future, and even though the release dates aren't out, I'm already counting down the days. :)

They have different development times and will come out separately. Despite taking place in the same Step period, they’re disconnected pieces of content and making progress on one doesn’t mean the other is closer to being finished. The normal Step 3 DLC is releasing first. It’s great to hear you’re looking forward to them!

Hey!! I'm absolutely LOVING Our Life! I have been pondering on one question though, what's Cove's ethnicity, if there is a set one? Or is it something we can Headcanon?

hi hi! i wanted to say first of all that i absolutely adore our life. it's one of my favourite games of 2020, and i think it was just the perfect dose of positivity we all needed, even if you didn't intend to release it during such a hectic year lol! secondly, i wanted to say: if it's alright to ask, what ethnicity is cove? :-0 and what about his parents? i was just curious about it ^^)/ thank you!!

Cove’s mom, Kyra, is white. But his dad’s, Cliff’s, race doesn’t come up and players are able to headcanon it. So Cove is half white and half whatever you prefer Cliff to be!

hello! there was a post on the patreon where you can run your fingers down cove's chest in errands - how do you get that scene? ♥

That was an old mistake on my part- you can only get that scene in the Ending rather Errands. You have to leave the big family dinner at the restaurant to go into the car, be dating Cove for a while, have Cove come see you there, and then mention using your hands when Cove makes a joke about hands.

in baxter’s dlc, is there any point where you can tell him about the previous renters of the condo?

You can talk to him about that in the normal Step 3 DLC!

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kuroos-babie · 4 years

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Spending the Night Together for the First Time HCs

Asahi x gn!Reader | Aone x gn!Reader | Ushijima x gn!Reader

[ Headcanons ]

Request: Can I pls req some headcanons for our sweet giants Asahi, Aone, and Ushijima for the first time their s/o comes over to spend the night at their place? Ty!! —anonymous

a/n: aaaaa i hope this is what you're looking for ;~; i really loved writing this i hope y'all enjoy it as much as i did!!

❀ nervy baby pls i love him so much

❀ the first time you asked if you could spend the night alone with him he just (;ŏ﹏ŏ)

❀ probably almost rejected the idea but when he saw your disappointed face he just had to give in

❀ you brought self-care essentials to help ease his nerves

❀ im talking about hair masks, sheet masks, nail polish, all that jazz

❀ you would wash his hair and condition it to absolute perfection

❀ lots of pics with the two of you in funny sheet masks

❀ mani-pedi sessions too

❀ lets you paint his nails all the pretty colors bec he loves seeing you get excited about it

❀ also u call him pretty a lot and he loves hearing that from you ~3~

❀ by the end of it he's forgotten what he was so nervous about

❀ loves self-care sleepovers with you so it'll be like a regular weekend thing :']

❀ i said it once and i'll say it again BIG BOI BIG HANDS WOULD LOVE THOSE ON MY CHEEKS

❀ he is one cuddly boy im telling you

❀ you two would spend the evening in matching onesies, just walking around the house in your Matching Onesies

❀ he's a clingy cuddlebug and he would NOT leave you alone

❀ you would be in the kitchen making pancakes and eggs and bacon bec breakfast for dinner is the bomb

❀ and he would just be looming silently behind you, his chin on top of your head and hands around your waist

❀ you'd reach up to him with a piece of bacon and he would just Chomp and give you the Aone Grunt of Approval

❀ the rest of the evening is spent with you sat between his legs, eating dinner and watching disney movies

❀ he'd nuzzle his face on your neck without a word and just place kisses on your hair bec he adores you so much

❀ you'll most probably fall asleep in his arms bec boi is warm

❀ he'll be adjusting your position so you could sleep comfortably

❀ ends up sleeping on the couch with you ontop of him bec he didn't want to move you and wake you up :']

❀ HE invited YOU to spend the summer break with him back at his house

❀ said it was bec he missed you in between all the games and training and wanted to spend as much free time as he can with you

❀ wbk that ushi is straightforward as heck but THIS 😳

❀ i feel like ushi is a very intimate guy, esp behind closed doors

❀ loves to be in such close proximity to you so would 100% ask you to soak in the tub with him

❀ would just sit there with you between his legs, chatting the night away as the two of you soaked in bubbles

❀ if you looked at him you'd find his eyes are closed as his head rested on the edge of the tub

❀ you'd trace your fingers over his eyebrows, down to his nose, then his cheeks and finally he'd give you a small smile as you peck at his lips

❀ after your bath, you two would lay on the bed and just talk

❀ he revels in the way your voice filled the room and just soothes the tiredness away from his body

❀ now it's his turn to trace over your face with a finger and just kiss at your eyelids as he pulls you close to his chest

❀ you'd both fall asleep like that, just wallowing in each others presence and showing how much you two adore and appreciate the other :']

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh KYO ROUTE

a/n: AAAAA HERE IT FINALLY IS!!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!

THIS IS KYO’S ROUTE AND TBH, I REALLY WANT TO MAKE AN IWA ROUTE BUT I ALSO WANT TO MAKE AN OIKAWA ROUTE BC IT HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION THAT SOMEONE’S FAVORITE IS ACTUALLY OIKS AND I WANT TO GIVE HER THAT ENDING AND I WANT IWA TO HAVE AN ENDING AS A PERSONAL REQUEST HEHEHEHEHEHE

REMINDER, THIS IS A WHAT IF SCENARIO LIKE WHAT IF SHE ENDS UP WITH KYO AND HOW WOULD IT HAPPEN SO THIS IS NOT REALLY GOING TO BE PART OF THE MAIN MANAGER!SEIJOH SERIES

anon requests:

-i love the seijoh manager one and i was just wondering if i could please request one where she ends up with kyoken

-OH MY GOD Can y/n-chan and kyoubabie end up together and like how would the team react wawlndksndkfnkdndkfnkd im so soft

-I kinda like the idea after the time skip that Kyo and the manager end up together, he's still such a softie for her. I feel like after seeing how Kyo acts around her the team wasn't surprised that they ended up together and kinda expected it.

- what if manager reader and Kyotani kiss 😳👉👈

- hi I love your seijoh manager aus! They’re so cute and wholesome but also very chaotic 😭 I have a request,, if yn and kyo end up together then can you do a scenario where the boys find out and are like 👁👄👁 huh, u choose the dog?? NDJJS IDK KYO IS SO UNDERRATED BUT N E WAYS ILY AND YOUR SERIES YOURE SO TALENTED 😭💕

i totally not already planned this part from the last part

tw: hint of abuse

ALSKDFJASDKJAFKLDSJFLKA HINATA SAID NYOOM

so,,, yep lets start

hehehehehehehe kyo is so protective like bls be mine

even though miyo has been expelled and doesnt mess w you anymore, he still looks out for you and makes sure no one messed w you

like he actually goes to the first floor immediately and leans on the wall outside your class so he could walk with you to the gym or to lunch

at first, you thought it was bc oikawa told him to look out for you but when you found out it was competely all him, you were so soft for him and appreciative at him taking the time to go to you

like one day after class, you were planning on just eating lunch inside the classroom with kunimi and kindaichi but you were thirsty and felt stuffed in the room so you excused yourself to go eat at the roof

as you opened the door, you came face-to-face with the blonde upperclassman and you were so shocked that you closed the door on impulse

you said haha not today satan

but you realized who he was and hurriedly opened it

‘ohmagod im so sorry kyo-san!’

he shrugged

‘its fine’

you smiled apologetically and cleared your throat

‘so,,, what can i do for you, kyo-san?’

he shoved his hands in his pockets bc in truth, he didnt really know, but he caught sight of your bento on your hands

‘the roof?’

he asked making you look at him, impressed

‘howd you know?’

‘if youre not eating in there, the roof would be the only other place youd eat, right?’

you leaned against the doorway and reached forward to rub his arm

‘you stalking me now, kyo-san?’

he narrowed his eyes and looked away

but he grabbed your hand before interlacing your fingers and you were shocked to be dragged with him to somewhere in the school

‘the roof’

was all he said and you quickly kept up to pace with him until you arrived your destination at the top of the school

it was quite a cloudy day so the sun was actually out of view but it wasnt going to be a rainy day

the temperature was slowly getting colder since you were now transitioning from fall to winter but you didnt care bc it was still fresh air

you hurriedly tugged him forward and sat him down next to you so you both were seated together

‘do you not eat lunch kyo-san?’

‘no. i dont have time’

he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them while you laid your legs on a straight line in front of you so you could rest the box on your lap

kyo laid his cheek on his arm as he watched you excitedly unwrap the cloth and open the mint-green lid to reveal the rice and tamagoyaki with chicken bites inside

‘itadakimasu!’

you softly clapped your hands then positioned your chopsticks but you paused, head turning to kyo

he felt like he was caught stealing something lmao stealing glances get it so he quickly averted his gaze to the railing that surrounded the roof

you delicately placed a hand on his arm which gave you his attention and you raised a piece of the egg dish

‘one?’

you offered and he shook his head but you pouted at him making him sigh then open his mouth

now you were no gorgon ramsai im cackling sorry but you could cook since your mother believed that you werent a girl unless you knew how to cook

his eyes were shining as he chewed and you giggled before holding up another piece which he quickly snatched up

‘ill bring you your own bento tomorrow kyo-san~!’

and you did

the next day, you waited for him at your class and when you caught sight of him walking from your class window, you bounced up in your seat, startling kindaichi from eating his noodles

‘y/n?’

kunimi questioned but you werent even looking at him

‘ill see you later, aki!’

you waved and opened the door to go to kyo, who lowkey got scared when you just ran up to him

he raised his hand to ruffle your hair and you got closer to him and held out the blue box

‘here. as promised’

he held the box and stared at it, like it was the first time someone gave him this

you took his surprise as gratitude and grabbed his hand, swinging it as you talked about your lessons on your way to the roof

when he opened it, he lifted the first container and saw what was hiding at the very bottom shelf

it was a serving of famima chicken with its wrapper stil intact

‘how-’

‘saw you eating it when you first joined the team. then i started noticing you eating it whenever we go to the convenience store’

the fact that you were so perceptive towards him brought an unfamiliar feeling inside him that made his heart thump and stomach to tickle

‘dont worry, kyo-san! i made sure everything was good!’

your eyes closed due to the intensity of your grin and you raised a thumbs up to prove your word further

he blinked at you and truly thought you were an angel

an angel sent down to help a lost hope like him?

was that you?

were you his angel?

during practice, he was actually very calm and collected and wasnt pushing anyone at all which surprised everyone

iwaizumi even stared at him confusingly and if iwa was looking at him like that, the entire team knew something was up

‘oi, kyotani, you good? you sick?’

rip 2020 would like to know your location

the fake blonde turned to him and shook his head, face free of any glare or irritation

in fact, he looked like a completely different person if not for the hair

‘im good’

he answered

‘did they have a buy one get one sale on that chicken of yours?’

oikawa tested

if he answered him, something was definitely wrong

‘no. i dont think so’

yep, something was wrong

oikawa was screaming and shouting that the world was going to end while the others were laughing, panicking, and worrying while iwa just stood there, staring at his underclassman

you returned from filling up the bottles and was confused at the state of the team

‘i-um-what happened’

kyo’s ears perked up at your voice and he bounded up to you like a doggie seeing its owner come home

you smiled and reached up to place a hand on his shoulder with ease bc he was one of the shorter players therefore easier to reach

‘did oikawa-san break again?’

you asked and he nodded

‘hes being an idiot’

he mumbled

‘hes just being oikawa-san, kyo-san. you still have to respect him as your captain, remember that’

you said and he rolled his eyes but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because you said so’

iwa was watching this interaction with very wide eyes and his confusion only grew like 10 million times

kyotani kentarou never answered to anyone and if he did, that must be earned

as far as iwa knew, kyo was just so soft to you and treats you so different than the 7.8 billion people in the world

no person in the world could ever get kyo to act like that except you

and there had to be a reason

and iwa was pretty sure he knew

after practice, you were scheduled to look after the cats in shinsou’s house so you were going to walk with kyo

he was impatiently waiting for oikawa to finish talking to you until his patience just snapped and he grabbed you and lifted you up to his arms then just started walking, surprising everyone in silence

you instinctually wrapped your legs around him and held on to his shoulders tightly while his arms were bounded around your waist

‘OI! KYOKEN-CHAN! HOW DARE YOU STEAL Y/N-CHAN!’

oikawa was punching the air

you placed your cheek on his shoulder and let out a breathy chuckle

‘you couldnt wait for another second, kyo-san?’

‘the trash was starting to reek’

you laughed and grimaced at the laughter that bubbled out of you

‘so mean, kyo-san!’

your laughter made him subconsciously smile and he held you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder as he continued on the trek to the familiar purple house

once you did arrive though, kyo refused to let your hand go

ope reference?

‘kyoooooo~! cmon! let me gooo~!’

‘no’

he grumbled and continued to hold your hand tighter as you tried to tug it free so you could walk up the gates to your employer

‘i need to work~! pleeeease~!’

you whined but he scrunched his nose in distate, pulling your hand forward so you stumbled into his chest where he wrapped both arms to cage you in

‘no. i dont want you with that grape head’

he growled lowly making you laugh and you turned so your ear would be right above his heart

it was beating fast

his scent travelled up your nose and you closed your eyes, snuggling even further

cherry blossoms and vanilla with the slightest hint of sandalwood

‘i need to go’

you mumbled but he gripped your tighter

‘stay with me’

he whispered

tbh you wouldve if literally hizashi-san didnt catch you at the front of his house cuddling

it was quite an embarrassing encouter when he wouldnt stop talking about it and you had to actually push him and aizawa out the door

‘we were really rooting for hitoshi but do what makes you happy, dear!’

‘hizashi-san, please!’

you werent really aware of how clingy kyoken was and it only caught your attention when during one of your lunch (dates), he clinging on to you

your position has now shifted so you were sitting between his legs while you fed him food and he would rest his chin on your shoulder to watch the clouds and sky

‘kyo-san, did something happen? youre clingier than usual’

he shook his head and buried his face in your neck

‘allergies’

he whispered and you leaned your head on top of his, continuing on eating your food

‘hey, kyo-san, do you think it will snow soon? we’re getting into december already so it would snow soon, right?’

you asked and he emerged from his spot

‘i hope so. that would be nice. we need a little more snow now and then’

im SCREAMING RIGHT NOW AND TEARS ARE WELLING UP IN MY EYES HELP-

‘yea. yea. when it falls, i want to go out and stand in it. if we’re lucky, we could have a snowball fight up here. whaddya think, kyo-san?’

pls dont blast at me with the timeline bc tbh my timeline is so messed up and if i was to fix that, id basically have to scrap this entire series bc of how messy with the timeline it is

‘yea. we will’

he hugged you tighter that day

when he didnt show up for practice, you were frantically looking for him

did he skip?

you knew how he struggled not being able to play with the others and missing this opportunity wasnt something he would do

and you were worried where he was and he might be hurt somewhere

you ran out of the gym and out of the school grounds, running through the alleys and any secluded area bc he mustve had a bad day and wanted to get away

indeed, you found him in the alleyway and you were horrified at his bloodied face and ruffled clothing

he was seated on the floor, head leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, even oblivious to the dogs and cats that were worriedly nudging him

‘kyo-san!’

you shrieked and his eyes flew open and he quickly stood up to run but you were quicker and restrained him with your arms around his middle

it was so bad

his foster family,,,, everything was such a mess

he trembled in your arms and you felt his fear, his terror, and you gently, but firmly, held him so you could look at his face

he was staring at the floor angrily, tears welling up in his eyes and you shakingly placed a hand on his cheek, bringing it down so he could rest his forehead against yours

assuring words would fall deaf to his ears so you didnt even bother

instead, you tried to hold his hand, ignoring the flinching, but gently held it and brought it up to rest on top of where your heart would be

his eyes closed and your forehead nuzzled against his

‘feel my heartbeat. recognize me, as it beats for you’

you whispered to him, his other hand shakingly touching the hand that was on his face so he could caress it and he moved his head, placing a kiss on your palm

‘its beating for kenta-kun,, no foster family, no volleyball team, nobody else and nothing else matters but my heartbeat, so focus on it. because this is everything i could give you so treasure it, please’

you whispered, your own tears falling, hurting for your love

okay im full sobbing

‘and the snow. it will snow soon and you and i,,, we will go outside and we will play in the snow. the world will turn white but your colors will still paint my sight. let my heartbeat be your colors and let me color your canvas during the snow, kyo-san. it will beat for you, and only you, for as long as you let it. your heartbeat has painted mine already and its the most beautiful colors ive ever seen’

he cried for the first time that day, not in pain or sadness, but in happiness, because he can finally see it

your love and your colors starting to brighten the black and red hes grown accustomed to and helping him see, indeed, the world was beautiful

but it was truly your colors that made him realize that

kyotani and you stayed in that position for a long time and yahaba, who went after you, saw and quickly ran back to the gym to assure that you were alright and kyotani was safe, in your arms

after the natsu fiasco, he was a frequent visitor in your house and your family gets the gist of yanno, his home life, and your mother even gave him the spare key of the house

‘if y/n-chan trusts you, i do too’

yall what 😭

at night, you would lay out at the backyard, laying side-by-side and pointing at the stars and making up stupid stories as to why that star was brighter than the other or why the moon was built like that

but kyo was more focused, much happier, that he can see everything so much clearer and better

he turned his gaze from the stars to you beside him, your hair spreading out beneath you and your eyes sometimes disapperaing when you would laugh too hard

‘i wonder why the night sky is blue instead of black like the universe’

you wondered out loud but kyotani whispered something you didnt think youd ever hear from him

‘because you let me paint everything with my colors and i refuse to let you see something that i suffered seeing my entire life’

you returned his gaze and this was the real kyotani kentaro

not kyoken,

not kenta-kun

kyotani kentaro

and my god was he beautiful

he kissed you that night

it wasnt anything lustful, nothing aggressive, but not exactly gentle

it was a perfect balance of need yet hesitance that made it so much more powerful and important because it relayed the unspoken words that he had the hardest time letting out

and that was okay with you

kyo’s eyes and touch said everything he wanted to say

there was no one in sight, no body to judge the violent boy and the kind girl, just you and him with the man in the moon, gently smiling that the so-called lost cause finally found his redemption

okay that serious and sad stuff is finally out of the way and no more crying this time so dont be sad anymore :(

your relationship was never something you flaunted around or bragged about bc you and kyo were pretty private people so nobody really knew bc kyo still acted the way he would when oikawa would flirt you but yahaba noticed

oh lordie he noticed

he noticed kyo was much angrier when oikawa does his antics and he would stick closer to you, exchanging bashful smiles with you

the team only noticed when you seemed to just glow

like not like a glowstick

but like your,,, aura,,,

you laughed more, you smiled more, you teased everyone more

you were so,,, you

they had a hunch that something happened between you and kyo but they were never really sure

but ehehehe they confirmed it alright

the third years: mattsun, makki, iwa, and oiks were walking down the hallway when again, someone peaked out the window and saw you and kyo by the shade and you were perfectly angled so they could see the two of you

you were pressed against the wall while kyo was hovering over you with an arm beside your head while his hand was caressing your hip

makki let out a chortled scream that caught the attention of the others and he pointed at you two wordlessly

omg WAS KYOTANI SMILING

they watched as kyo smiled then teased you by kissing your nose, then your cheeks

‘kyo, kiss me right!’

you whined but giggled

kyotani had a teasing smirk but continued kissing you everywhere but where you wanted

‘hm? here? or here?’

right below your ear was your ticklish spot and he knew that so his kisses there tickled you and sent you on a giggling spree

‘kyo~~~!’

finally, he relented and gave you a sweet, yet passionate kiss that always managed to leave you breathless

that was when oikawa went on a rampage

well, he waited until classes were over but during practice, oh girl he went on a rampage

‘Y/N, KYOTANI!’

everyone knew he was serious when he didnt call them with those ridiculous nicknames

ngl you were scared too but kyo just glared at him

‘what’

he grumbled but you instinctively placed a hand on his arm

‘are you dating now, y/n, kyotani?’

iwa gently asked but oikawa was being oikawa

oikawa glared at you then pouted

‘OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, YOU CHOOSE THE DOG?!’

everyone gave each other nervous looks bc they kinda expected this but oikawa asking it like that made them sweat

they expected kyo to blow up but it was you who glared at oikawa, standing protectively in front of kyo

‘and what about it?’

you hissed and oikawa jumped, a hand over his heart

‘REALLY, Y/N-CHAN?! HIM?!’

‘yea and whats the problem with it? how is it your business? why do i need to validate my feelings for him? who do you think you are?’

oml kyo had to drag you out of there bc you were seriously about to fight oikawa for even having the NERVE to say that to you

like kyo held you up with his arms under your armpits as you were kicking the air and wanting to go back in there

‘no! let me go! kyo! i will hit him! come on! baby please!’

you whined and continued kicking

as much as kyo wanted to see you violently hit oikawa, he knew you would feel bad about it later and be guilty for hurting your captain

‘puppy, please. youre too angry right now and i will not sit there and listen to you whine and be sad that you hit oikawa tonight’

you hmphed and crossed your arms

he finally set you down but he wrapped his arms around you from behind and he placed a kiss on your cheek

‘but im really happy though. im really happy that you would fight for me’

but you stayed mad, pouting and looking away with your arms crossed

it was a cute sight honestly

‘of course i would. i would fight anyone who says stuff about you because i love you’

you ranted, just realizing what you said when you finished

no one has exactly said the ‘L’ word yet so you were partly scared that you said it

but kyo laughed then kissed your neck affectionately

‘i love you too, but my puppy is a nice, gentle, kind, little angel’

every compliment earned you a kiss and your tough and angry act finally slipped and you were giggling in his arms

‘yanno, if someone were to see you like this, they would think youre an impostor’

you commented in between giving him little pecks

he shrugged

‘meh. i dont care. i have you so i dont really care what they say about me. but now about you on the other hand-’

you slapped him on the chest

‘you hypocrite! youd fight someone for me but not me fighting someone for you?! how mean!’

you faked a look of surprise but he silenced you with a last kiss

‘youre so cute, y/n. my baby’

the team was a little bit in shambles while you two were away with the third years basically crying and pouting but they really did see this coming so no one was genuinely surprised, even oikawa

‘she really picked him, huh?’

iwa mumbled, a sad smile on his face as if he was just realizing it now

it was something they shouldve easily seen coming and accepted as kyo was so different around you and you treated him so much more than the rest

but why did it hurt so much?

as i mentioned before, they were all really hurting though because in a way, you were their first love

but they wish you to be happy and for kyotani to treat you right because you deserved the universe and more

TIME SKIP!!!!

OH YES I LOVE THIS!!!!

so basically, from my estimation, the timeskip is about 9 years after the third years graduate

so you are like 25 while kyo is 26

lets say you got a job as an editor alongside some guy named akaashi keiji while kyo was still playing volleyball

you got,,,, married quite early like tanaka and kiyoko and you have some minis running around

god decided to give you twins as children like a year after yall wed and currently, you were,,,, having another one??

ehehehe this part made my heart balloon up

imma make it so that kyo actually went to see the olympics with you and your kids are like 3 and theyre actually volleyball fans due to the influence of their uncles and father and partly you

it was easy to get tickets bc iwa literally works for the team and tooru is literally a player and they really wanted to see their godchildren

ngl the team was salty bc you picked them two as godfathers but next time, theyre making you pick out of a hat for your future child

so here you were, each parent carrying a child, lets say the girl is naomi while the boy is naoki, and the girl was wearing a mini argentina oikawa jersey that he specially got for his goddaughter while iwa got naoki a mini kageyama jersey just to spite oikawa

they each were wiggling in excitement to see their uncles and omg imma switch it again that the whole seijoh team is literally there like the og gang is there and watching the olympics

naoki and naomi were excitedly looking around at the unfamiliar faces and kyo was laughing when naomi tugged his collar when she saw her godfather’s picture upclose

‘papa! its kawa! kawa!’

she giggled and he ruffled her mini pigtails

‘it is, isnt it, mimi-chan’

while your son was calmly in your arms, you watched your husband and child interact with each other and her giggling as he tickled her nose

‘y/n-chan! kyoken!’

a familiar shout from only one person made you turn and see oikawa with the others at the back

of course he was huddled in a jacket to not attract attention but the og seijoh volleyball team was back together after so many years apart

‘kawa! hi!!’

naomi wiggled and she told her dad to let her down so she could run up to oikawa who was a few feet away

naoki also caught sight of his idol and you let him run after his sister but crash into the strong arms of iwaizumi

‘hello zumi’

naoki mumbled

‘hey little man! how are you?’

you gave everyone hugs and went to go to a restaurnt nearby to be away from the chaos of the people and kyo could tell you were getting tired standing

he helped you sit on a chair but you kept on grumbling to him

‘kenta, ive been pregnant before, with two! im fine, okay? so stop worrying’

kyo scrunched his nose but flicked your forehead

‘of course i have to worry. you have a literal human being inside of you’

‘well-’

but he used his hand to scrunch your cheeks to prevent you from speaking

‘what? hm, what was it, doll?’

the team gagged

‘seriously! we suffered 3 years of this already! stop it!!’

kindaichi whined

you stuck your tongue out at him and everyone got settled on their seats before ordering their food

the children were being entertained by the others and you were giggling at the antics of your friends

‘honestly, you all are nearly 30 yet you still act like children’

you scolded but had a smile on your lips to show you were actually teasing

‘and you act like youre 50 just because youre married with kids’

kunimi countered with his tongue out

you gasped before trying to reach over the table and snatch the tongue out of his mouth

‘come here you litte-’

but kyo gently sat you back down with a stiff smile

‘baby, doll, darling, love, i swear you forget youre not 18 anymore. please youre gonna send your husband to an early grave if you keep acting like this’

he whined, fake crying and the team was so shocked to see him still acting like this

‘oh my god, y/n-chan, how did you ever get kyoken-chan to be like this? did you brainwash him?’

oikawa mumbled

‘papa dont cry’

naoki tried to reach over the table from iwa’s arms to his father who he thought was really crying

yahaba shook watari in cuteness and mattsun turned to makki

‘can we get one?’

makki scoffed and hit him but still laughed

‘papa is worried that mama will hurt your baby brother, nao-kun’

kindaichi choked on his drink while oikawa screeched, holding naomi tighter

‘BROTHER?! ITS A BOY?!’

the guests in the restaurant were startled by the shriek from the argentina player and you gave kyotani a betrayed look

‘urusai, oikawa!’

kyotani snarled, face turning red at his blunder

‘CAN I BE GODFATHER THIS TIME?!’

‘YAHABA YOU IDIOT! ITS ME!’

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU SHUT UP MATSUKAWA! ITS ME!’

‘OIKAWA YOU GREEDY LITTLE BIT-!’

‘SHUT UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD!’

you slammed your hands on the table, on your feet and glaring down at the men

naoki and naomi were already used to their mother yelling at uncle mattsun and uncle makki so they were snickering at their uncles terrified face

‘mama, they scared’

naoki commented, fiddling with iwa’s jacket zipper

‘its like y/n-chan and kyoken-chan switched personalities or something’

oikawa muttered, still looking wide-eyed at you

��that’s it. kenta, hold my purse-!’

‘BABY, WHAT-!’

oh my god it was a sight to see

you have this <6 feet professional olympic volleyball player being hit by a pregnant short woman with her shoe and a bleach-blonde man trying to hold her hands so she alternated to kicking

‘y/n-chan! wait!’

‘nearly a decade later and 2 children later, y/n-chan still knows how to hit’

watari watched with a fond smile, reminiscing their old volleyball times

‘will y/n-chan be okay?’

yahaba worriedly asked but naomi gave him a smile that was a copy/paste of her father’s

‘no, uncle baba. its if kawa would be okay’

while everyone else laughed,

oikawa screamed

AND THATS A WRAP! if its not what you guys wanted, not gonna lie, i was even hesitant to write this part because as much as i love kyo, hes quite a hard character to understand and write for, but i didnt want him to be the typical brute caveman child, instead i wanted this to be like him showcasing that hes not just a screaming man but hes a scared boy whos awkward and doesnt know how to express himself. also, its not canon in the manga or the anime, but i put that he was in the foster system and they werent,,, nice,,,, so thats why he knew first aid bc he had to do it on himself and why he was so calm about her getting hurt and treating her. but thank you for reading this one and im about to write an iwa and an oikawa so expect that in the future!!!

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la querelle des coeurs. - kuroo, atsumu, daichi.

@luveranime sent a letter : ❝ Me again lmao 😂 could you do one where kuroo, atsumu and daichi’s s/o has a ex best friend and they try to take their bf away from their s/o but then their s/o like angrily lashes out? Then like a cute fluffy ending :) ❞

author’s letter : ❝ aaaaa, it’s always pleasure to see you in my inbox!! thank you so much for trusting me with all your prompts, it means the world. ooooh, i love myself some angst to fluff especially with kuroo. i hope you’ll enjoy your promised letter!

sealed with a kiss. sincerely yours, nikki. ❞

genre : kinda fluff, kinda angst. warnings : cursing, toxic friendship.

Now, now, now, Kuroo like the gorgeous scorpio he is has some kind of sixth sense when it comes to lies, basically, you could consider him as a human lie detector. This talent of his extends to being able to discern people’s true nature- given that he is someone who doesn’t trust people easily, he’s even more careful around people he doesn’t deem as trustworthy.

Truth be told, he doesn’t come as a surprise to him when you tell him that you had a succession of arguments with your best friend, to the point where you felt obligated to cut ties with them.

You can tell from miles away that the sentence “I don’t want to say I told you so, but I told you so, kitten.” is burning the tip of his tongue, begging him to be set free so he could rub his pseudo sixth sense in your face.

From now on, Kuroo morphs into ‘super protective mode’, he just wants to protect you from any emotional harm, he knows how vicious your former best friend is, after all, he always knew.

He will walk with you everywhere, cradle you into his embrace if you feel the need to shed a couple of tears- he picks up the shattered pieces of your broken self and glues them one by one and seals them with a kiss or a heartfelt compliment.

After several days, Kuroo’s efforts and dedication to make you feel better finally sets in. Your introspection sunk in and you feel the aftereffects bloom- you feel fearless, powerful, and you came to agree with yourself on stating that you are indeed better off alone.

The plot twists in the hallways of your school- your arm is wrapped around Kuroo’s, just the way you like it. His orbs never leave you frame and anyone could tell how the gleam in his eyes reflect his love and adoration for you.

Needless to say, his favorite time of the day was when he could have lunch with you and listen to your ramblings while observing your divine traits. However, being academically smart doesn’t prevent him from being a airhead at times : “Kitten, I totally forgot to grab myself something to drink. Will you wait for me at our spot? I’ll be quick.” “You already know where to find me then, Tetsu.”

And with that, he leaves you in the middle of the hall (but not before planting a peck on your forehead.) On his way to the vending machine, he sees none other than your former best-friend, body leaning onto said vending machine, as if they were waiting for him to come out after witnessing your discussion.

The plain expression plastered upon Kuroo’s facial expression speaks louder than a thousand words revolving around the lexical field of anger. Nonetheless, he tells himself that if he ignores them, then there will be no harm done, unless...

“Hey there, Kuroo. I knew you’d miss me! Don’t worry, baby, I missed you just as much.”

The person you once called your best friend orientates their body in a strategic way so they’re closer to Kuroo, their whole body facing him. Of course, he didn’t miss the poor attempts to get him to pay attention to them. Their whole body language screamed ‘acknowledge me.’

Kuroo remained stoic and pushed the coins inside the vending machine instead. This lack of attention only emphasized their anger and in return, their level of patience diminished gradually. But they had another ace hidden in their sleeve, and this time, attitude matched their actions- your former best friend grabbed the hem of Kuroo’s collar while their other hand was planted at the back of his neck to force him to look on what they deemed as the only important person here.

“Kuroo, baby, I’m so glad you came to see me, because let’s face it : you’re only here because you know you’d see me here. Have you finally realized that Y/N was not good enough for you? You want a real significant other, don’t you?”

If hearing the sound of their voice was disgusting enough, imagine how filthy Kuroo felt when he sensed a foreign body throw themselves on him- his skin was burning under the poisoning touch of your former best friend.

Now, now. The ‘you’ topic was quite the sensitive one to Kuroo, given that he would and could put anyone in their place if he happened to hear a ill word about you. “I’m going to say this once : don’t play a game you can’t win so don’t say another thing about Y/N.”

Oh, but would this stop them? Absolutely not. Their hand travelled from the back of their neck to the muscular reliefs on his chest, an area only you had the luxury you to touch and worship. “Don’t be like that, Kuroo. I know I can touch you, love you and at least I won’t fake it like Y/N does.” they concluded their sentence with a wink sent his way and Kuroo could already feel the taste of vomit invading his tastebud.

In one sharp motion, he grabbed their wrist and yanked himself free of their intoxicating clutch. Just his luck, he thought, while your former best friend cursed silently under their breath as they saw you arrive.

“Tetsu, are you okay? What’s taking you so long?”

Oh and here it was, the pure grin which radiated nothing but pure mischief- your presence signed the end and what a beautiful ending it was for him. “Maybe you should ask them, kitten. They were rambling about how I should date them instead of you. Can you believe that bullshit?”

Your eyes darted onto a familiar frame, but just by glancing at them, you felt all the inner rage overwhelm you, including all the pain you had to go through. It was like facing your own nightmare, but you’ve never been alone to fight your battles- Kuroo has always been there by your side.

“You said what now?”

Your stare emanated nothing but pure and intense rage, your whole body language testified of your inner envy to make them choke on their own words.

“I said-...”

“If you think for a single second I’m going to let you talk, you’re dead wrong. You’ve been feeding me enough lies during all this time we were ‘friends’, and now, you’re throwing yourself on my man? You really have nothing for you, do you now? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go grab lunch with my boyfriend. I’m not sure you’ve ever heard of him but his name is Kuroo Testurou, you know, the man you’ll never get?”

Kuroo couldn’t help but to let a snicker break free from his lips, this scene was wonderful to watch. An immense wave of pride washed over him, and it struck him again, he realized for the umpteenth time how lucky he was to share his life with you.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you close to his side and delivered a peck full of love upon the flesh of your cheek. “I didn’t know you had all of this hidden in you, kitten. Not gonna lie, it’s kinda hot.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and punched his arm as his words connected with your eardrums, “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“Don’t get it twisted, kitten, I’m lucky one here.”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are not.”

It’s safe to say that Atsumu does have a reputation that follows him around, he his the local heartthrob of his school and he secretly takes pride in that. But nothing fills his heart with pride more than being able to call you his.

Being Atsumu’s girlfriend, you are indirectly exposed to threats, insults and other acerbic remarks coming from his fangirls. Sometimes these attacks are direct like dirty talks behind your back when you’re holding his hand in the middle of the halls, and other times, it’s more subtle and the perfect example of that is how the person you used to call your best friend took advantage of your relationship status to get closer to Atsumu.

They made it clear and had no shame hiding behind their shameful shenanigans, “Did you really think I was talking to you for your personality? Get real, Y/N, I don’t care about you. I only care about your man.”

These subtle shenanigans hurt the most because they were the most vicious and purposefully hurtful, and the worst part was that they had somehow managed to become friends with Atsumu. Emphasis on the word ‘somehow.’

As per usual after school, both you and Atsumu could be found at the gym, and oh boy, did he love being able to see you everyday- not only at school but also at the gym as you were the manager of the volleyball team.

However, this time, you had quite the surprise when you entered the gym. Kita had asked all the players to gather up as he explained them the new change amongst the team : “Considering that the nationals are around the corner, the coach and I stated that it was necessary for us to hire a new manager in order for Y/N not to feel overwhelmed. Please welcome your new manager and take good care of them.”

As his words echoed in the gymnasium, you felt your stomach sink to your heels, your mouth was set agape under the overwhelming feeling of pure disgust. Not them, out of all people. Hell, even Atsumu’s worst fangirl sounded like a better idea right now.

Of course you couldn’t blame Kita for choosing your former best friend as the new manager, but the glance Atsumu threw your way testified of how much he knew this situation was going to eat you up alive.

After the captain dismissed everyone, Atsumu wasted no time and ran up to you, he felt the need to reassure you and make you feel at ease despite the venomous presence of your former best friend.

“Cheer up, baby, ya’ know I’m here, right? This pig isn’t gonna’ get a piece of me. Now, be a doll and gimme’ a kiss.”

Classic Atsumu right here, but who were you to deny such a sweet request? So you did as told, and planted a kiss on his plump lips. And that’s when you could pinpoint the precise moment when your former best friend had fallen right into Atsumu’s trap.

“As your new manager, I have to say that it’s not very professional to kiss your significant other on the court. But, I mean, what else did I expect coming from Y/N?”

Your boyfriend’s arm was protectively wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer. The root of each of his action was to protect you from the incoherent and toxic words dropping from their lips. But deep down, he knew better than to mess with you, especially when the whole team was looking at you.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Did you mean do this?”

There you went again, planting yet another kiss upon Atsumu’s lips who couldn’t help but grin at the taunting nature of your actions. Once you broke the kiss, you could feel the hot breaths of your boyfriend crashing upon your skin “That’s my girl.”

Your former best friend looked around in despair, her eyes scanned the room to seek for help, to back up her actions. Osamu let a small laugh fall free from his lips, Suna rolled his eyes so hard you thought they were going to get stuck at the back of his head, and Kita, out of all people, let out a desperate sigh. “As the captain of the team, I must inform you that it is my duty to let you know that you cannot dictate your way here, and you cannot display a clear lack of respect to Y/N.”

This time, it was their time to be dumbfounded and left in the middle of the gymnasium with their mouth set agape in pure surprise. The silence, although it was broken by a few playful laughs, was agonizing to them.

“C’mon, new manager, tell ‘em why ya’ chose to come here.” Atsumu taunted, the smirk plastered upon his face as wide as ever, but he only found silence as an answer.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell the rest of the team? Alright then. Maybe you should tell them how you only joined our team to flirt with Atsumu knowing very well that we’re dating, what kind of person that makes you, mh?” Each word pronounced was embedded with venom of your own, and deep down, exposing the true nature of your former best friend brought some sense of satisfaction. And thus you began reading out loud each text they had sent you, justifying their one-sided reason to join the team, only to flirt with Atsumu.

“Yeah, ya’ ain’t slick! Sorry to break it to ya’ but I ain’t into snakes.” Atsumu continued, sticking his tongue out before the still dumbfounded personification of a snake.

Pure embarrassment consumed them, the more they were staying amongst the deafening silence of their sour loss, the more they felt vulnerable and the more they realized they lost their own game. The stares of the whole team became agonizing, so agonizing that they felt obligated to leave the gym, head hung low in defeat.

“Byeee! Ya’ won’t be missed!” Your boyfriend concluded his sentence by imitating the hissing sounds of snakes, and you wondered why you were dating a man-child. Nonetheless, knowing very well he couldn’t get his hands off of you and craved for a physical touch at all times, he pressed his lips against yours once more. “I ain’t into snakes but ya’ could s-s-s-s-slide your way into my heart, baby.” and with that, Osamu hit the back of his twin’s head with a volleyball.

Maybe he deserved that.

Being the unofficial dad of the Karasuno volleyball team came with its perks, one of them was the ability to be able to discern if the people you were hanging with genuinely cared about you or not, you liked to joke around and call this his “secret dad weapon.”

Much like Kuroo, he was not one bit surprised when you told him that you had to put your friendship to an end with your former best friend. Of course, he was not angry, but in typical dad fashion, he adorned the oh so famous disappointed dad expression on his facial structure.

He told you not to overthink it, and to focus on the other friendly presences in your life such as the volleyball team or Kiyoko and Yachi, mainly because he knew he could trust them with his eyes closed, but also because he knew he would be able to make them pay if they were to hurt you.

When you started dating Daichi, you grew the habit to join him outside the gymnasium after his training, a bottle of water in your hand in case he overworked himself, which he always did.

This time, and much to your surprise, you found a note near the doorframe leading to the gymnasium. And if you were careful enough, the slight details and the precise calligraphy hinted that said note was in fact a love note.

You found it rather amusing at first, perhaps it was a letter dedicated to Kiyoko because this woman was the living and breathing proof that God was indeed a woman.

But everyday, you would find yet another letter, still carefully written and decorated leaning against the doorframe. This time, however, a calligraphic ‘D.S’ framed the front of the letter. You couldn’t help but let your stare roam over the fine print of calligraphy over and over again.

As the saying goes ‘curiosity killed the cat’, and you were no exception to that common phrase. You meticulously took the letter and unfolded it- it was so beautifully written, the details were placed strategically. It was a proof of pure love in the form of a letter.

Then, you began reading it : “Dear Daichi, Words cannot do justice of how much I love you. Everything about you fascinates me- from the way you spike the ball so roughly to the small smile on your face after scoring a point. If only I could tell you how much you mean to me. Don’t worry, Y/N won’t know a thing. Come to the gymnasium tomorrow at 5 if you wish, until then, accept all my love.”

You read the letter once, then twice, then an umpteenth time until the words were embedded in your brain. You thought it was just a prank, after all, Nishinoya and Tanaka were quite the pranksters amongst the team, but the handwriting was so delicate, too delicate to be theirs.

You could feel salty pearls coming at the brim of your eyes until they fell onto the surface of the paper, resulting in the texture of the letter now being bloated under the wetness of your tears.

You kept your discovery under silence, you trusted your boyfriend of course, but given the additional stress brought by the nationals, you refused to distract him from his goal.

But here you were, sharply there in front of the gym at five as indicated on the letter. However, Daichi hadn’t shown up like the anonymous lover requested, he was already stretching anyway.

Knots started to form in your stomach as you wondered who the hell had the idea to write this love letter to him, after all, it’s not as if your relationship with Daichi was kept as a secret.

And at 5:01 precisely, your orbs felt on the figure of your former best friend who had the most victorious grin plastered upon their face. Not only these letters were meant to be read by Daichi, but by you too, their main goal was to hurt you where it stung the most.

“What the hell are you doing here? Where you the one who wrote these letters?” You spat, waving the letters between your thumb and forefinger.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I know you love to make everything about yourself but I was expecting Daichi, not you.” Although they said they were sorry, there was not one ounce of genuine compassion in their voice.

Anger got the best of you resulting in the sudden apparition of veins on your neck as the volume of your voice only increased : “Who the fuck do you think you are? Are you that desperate? If you want a reply to your letter : Daichi doesn’t even know who you are.”

Your emotions controlled each one of your actions, including the severe tone of your voice. The ruckus made its way inside the walls of the gymnasium, until Daichi and Sugawara opened the door in order to find an answer as their interrogation : what was happening outside?

Daichi’s eyes widened when he saw your frame shaking from anger, it was so unlike you, you matched him in a way because you were always so calm and collected. His mind raced as he wondered what was the cause of this sudden switch of behavior.

He found the answer to his question pretty rapidly as his eyes darted towards your former best friend who was still wearing that victorious grin on their facial structure. “Y/N, love, what’s going on?” he asked as his hands were draped over your shoulders, forcing you to look at him.

“Oh, hey, Daichi! Have you read the letters I left for you? I bet Y/N never wrote this kind of letters for you.” It took inhuman strength for Daichi to ignore their taunt, instead, Sugawara sent a death glare their way : “Just leave, you have no business being here.”

Sugawara’s attempt at making them leave eventually succeeded after Coach Ukai’s sudden appearance before barking on your former best friend to “get the hell out of here” and “not disturb training anymore.”

Eventually, you were left alone with Daichi, your lungs felt constricted and you struggled to breathe. The aftermath of your outburst of anger made tears run down your cheeks as you sought for comfort inside of Daichi’s loving embrace.

The pad of his thumb brushed your tears away, planting a series of kisses upon the surface of your forehead as a silent way to tell you that he was here and he was not going to let you go.

“Listen, love, I don’t know what happened and we will talk about it whenever you feel ready. But promise me one thing, never doubt of my love for you. Could you do that for me, Y/N?”

You simply nodded against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat kept the haunting thoughts in your head at bay. “I love you so much, Y/N, so, so much.” he whispered, concluding his sentence with a kiss left on your lips.

If only he knew how much you loved him.

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