Y/N, Recording A Tiktok: It's Friday. We Made It A Whole 'nother Week Without Slappin A Bitch; And If

Y/N, recording a tiktok: It's Friday. We made it a whole 'nother week without slappin a bitch; and if that dont wanna make you shake yo ass, then I dont know what will.

Lucky Girl Spell

Crit. Thinking Stage 1: Said to be manifesting.

Crit. Thinking Stage 2: Science

Energy (electromagnetic field)

Clear energy centers (chakras)

Intention + Elevated Emotion (thing you want to manifest + the feeling you associate with the goal)

Define '(to) Manifest': visualize your desire and harness the power of your imagination to make it a reality.

Affirm that you are lucky and grateful for being lucky (affirmations)

Source: Becoming Supernatural by Dr. Joe Dispenza &

Reticular Activating System (RAS) is a bundle of nerves in your brain stem.

The nerves act as a filter, by seeking information that validates your beliefs, positive or negative (buy a red car? every car is suddenly red.)

Whatever you believe, your brain will find data to back that up (subconscious confirmation bias)

To achieve the 'Lucky Girl Syndrome', believe that you're lucky and, if you affirm that you are, you're brain will believe or at least assume the 'Lucky Girl Syndrome' faster.

Source: Kiran Jagpal, YouTube Short

'Pretty Woman Theory': the negative things are always easier to believe versus the positive things.

Brain is naturally more set up to grasp the negative faster than the positive, for survival.

'Lucky Girl Syndrome' is a retraining of your brain to grasp the positive faster than the negative, or to see the positive more than the negative.

Source: 'Lucky Girl Syndrome: Brain Science' by The NeuroDiverse Teacher on YouTube

Law of Attraction is toxic in New Age spirituality.

History of Law of Attraction: Starts with Phineas Quimby; he got sick with TB and saw that there were no known cures for it and went on an adventure to find one; he found one in the happiness he found while horseback riding; thought all doctors were con-men; thought his positive thoughts cured him of his TB; he got super into mesmerism* and hypnosis; Mary Baker Eddie, a follower of Quimby, founded Christian Science (needs more research); Warren Felt Evans, a follower of Quimby, is usually credited as the first author of the New Thought Movement; Prentice Mulford, unknown background/connection, wrote a series of essays titled Your Forces and How to Use Them in the years 1886 to 1892; Mulford built on Quimby's work (and assumedly Evan's work), coining the term 'New Thought' and the phrase 'Law of Attraction'; The Law of Attraction is the idea that whatever you mentally dwell on/focus on/think about is what ends up happening to you, and it is working 24/7, whether you intentionally use it or not (good things happen to people who think good things, and bad things happen to people who think bad things); The New Thought Movement is born from the 'Law of Attraction' and all the workings of the people before it; 4 main ideas of the New Thought Movement are: 1: God or infinite intelligence is "supreme, universal, and everlasting". 2: Divinity dwells within each person, that all people are spiritual beings. 3: "...the highest spiritual principle [is] loving one another unconditionally... and teaching and healing one another". 4: "...our mental states are carried forward into manifestation and become our experience in daily living..."; {host does not seem to like the term 'manifestation'}; you can find similar roots in Hinduism, but it isn't the same; New Thought Movement had a strong Christian impact; out of the NTM (New Thought Movement) and the LoA (Low of Attraction) where we get the idea of Prosperity Gospel (if you believe in God hard enough, good things will happen to you, and vice versa); the LoA and manifestation is framed in a very Christian light by the book 'The Power of Positive Thinking' by Norman Vincent Peale; the public is more familiar with these concepts being introduced by 'The Secret' ; 'The Secret' was brought onto the Oprah Show and mainstreamed modern audience ("largely white, middle-class suburbanites... new agers..."); New Age movement and the witchcraft community are pretty parallel in trends and topics.

Law of Attraction is a deeply toxic and harmful idea. Good thoughts = Good things. Bad thoughts = Bad things. 'People are responsible for the bad things that happen to them; because they didn't think right.' "Having a positive outlook helps you heal, but it is not your fault that you were sick to begin with."

Define the 'Law of Attraction': a philosophy suggesting that positive thoughts bring positive results into a person's life, while negative thoughts bring negative outcomes. It is based on the belief that thoughts are a form of energy and that positive energy attracts success in all areas of life, including health, finances, and relationships.

Define 'Mesmerism': hypnotism/hypnosis

Define 'Hypnotism/Hypnosis': Hypnotism is the study or practice of hypnosis. Hypnosis is a trance-like state in which you have heightened focus and concentration.

Seems biased against Christianity, and pessimistic.

Source: Lucky Girl Syndrome and The Law of Attraction by BS-Free Witchcraft

Manifestation can be blocked by the Shadow Self, hence the reason why people feel the need to 'raise their vibrations'. The Shadow Self is the Lowest Version of yourself with the lowest vibration.

Despite negative assumptions about the Shadow Self, its main goal is to know if your needs are being met and to fulfill those needs.

It is said that the planetary alignment for better manifestations of good is the Sun. The symbol (circle with a dot inside) is said to be the relationship with the macrocosmic and the microcosmic and perfectly balanced. Best day to invoke and manifest said good vibes is Sunday.

What said above is true, if you wish to tap into your more divine powers, make sure to manifest on Monday, the day of the Moon.

Source: Psychic Witch by Mat Auryn

Crit. Thinking Stage 3: Application

Plenty of people use this in real life. Most examples are on the internet and social media, prominently TikTok.

Using it myself has proven to be fruitful but may be a coincidence. So far, I'm going to keep moving forward with affirmations and hopefully it will prove more results.

Crit. Thinking Stage 4: Analysis

So far, this just seems to be manifestation broken down to a form where the general public can understand or choose to understand.

The Laws of Attraction and Assumption have been thrown around, almost as though they are the same. No evidence gathered has been set to confirm nor deny said fact.

Crit. Thinking Stage 5: Synthesis

I can predict that a few people may look towards critical thinking and find out where the 'Lucky Girl Syndrome' comes from, scientifically, as people already have. I am simply waiting for someone to do an actual studying on the phenomenon.

A few who practice the 'Lucky Girl Syndrome' may also start to use witchcraft or a form of it, maybe through religion.

Crit. Thinking Stage 6: Evaluation

I think that 'Lucky Girl Syndrome' is a mix of manifestation in the psychic sense and a rewiring of your brain.

For further research, look into these topics: Law of Assumption, Law of Attraction, Manifestation

The Lucky Girl Spell:

Herbs that can be used: Bay leaves, Black pepper, Anise, Neroli, Cardamom, Bergamot, Clary Sage/Sage, Orange

Bay for Obstacle-Removing, and Happy Trails

Black Pepper for Banishing, Count Your Blessings, and Protection

Anise for Banishing, and Protection

Neroli for Self-Improvement

Cardamom for Clarity

Bergamot for Success

Clary Sage/Sage for Money Drawing

Orange for Prosperity

Colors that can be associated: Green, Red, Gold/Orange/Yellow, White

Green for Success, and Money

Red for Confidence

Gold/Orange/Yellow for Self-Confidence and Self-Esteem

White for Anything (it is seen as a 'blank slate' and anything can be tied to it)

This is a candle spell; however, you can adapt it to whatever feels best for your practice.

Take your candle, and engrave it with a sigil, if you choose to. You can also write a petition and have it under it, if you want. Or you can just pour your energy into it. The decision is yours to make.

Now, anoint your candle, in whatever way works best for you, to invoke the feeling of 'luck' or 'being lucky'. That everything works out for you. You can roll your candle in the oil, and then roll it in herbs. Beware that this method may cause a fire hazard with any dried herbs.

Say a chant, a prayer, whatever, to get your message out to the Universe/your gods/etc. Once you start burning the candle, your spell will start, and the Universe will receive it to make the outcome best for you.

Happy Casting and Blessed Be, my friends.

Wolf's Home

(Part I)

Geralt of Rivia x female!Reader

Summary: Geralt takes Ciri to Kaer Morhen and reunites not only with his family of witchers, but also with the person that makes him feel at home the most

a/n: this is sort of rewrite of S02E02. Sorry for the use of (y/n) but couldn't really think of a name for the reader. Also, this is my first try at writing for The Witcher so be nice to me please!!

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She woke up that morning expecting to face another routine-repeating day, possibly with an occasional healing of one of the witchers coming back to Kaer Morhen from a hunt, or coming up with a new excuse as to why she didn’t want to eat whatever crap Lambert cooked for them. His turn on food duty was always a dreadful one.

Her days were never too adventurous, not since Vasemir had insisted on a more permanent stay at the keep two years ago, when she was dragged through the Blue Mountains by a silver haired witcher, both injured, after fighting and killing a monster together. An encounter she still couldn’t really understand to this day, how they happened to be in the same place, at the same time, looking for the same creature, but she knew better than to question Destiny. 

Even with her own wounds to take care of, she still healed Geralt of Rivia first, who fell under her natural charm like a trap. He wondered if it was a spell, the way he so easily was put at ease in her presence. She was a mage after all. But as the days passed, he concluded that there was no spell besides the one used to close the gash on his abdomen. That woman was simply a caretaker by heart, one that somehow remained open and pure even knowing of the existence of nasty beings out there in the Continent. Everyone else in the Fortress seemed to be as mesmerized, and so, she was welcomed with open arms to stay, and heal, and fight with the witchers. 

The ropes were starting to burn the palm of her hands from all the knots she had conquered in the last hour, but she definitely didn’t mind because it was at least keeping her hands warm as she stood outside, light snow falling over the already white ground. 

One of the few advantages of the icy weather was that they could hear when someone was approaching, the crunch of the footsteps over the snow being hard to disguise. She heard those in the distance, but it was of a horse. (y/n) dropped the rope and grabbed her sword, preparing herself for the sight of the intruder before making her own known. But, the sight wasn’t at all what she expected. She didn’t know what to expect at all, but it sure wasn’t a familiar brown horse carrying Geralt of Rivia accompanied by a blonde girl, who (y/n) quickly convinced herself must’ve been a princess, if not for her looks, for her posture. She looked like she didn’t belong there, nor next to someone with the nickname The Butcher of Blaviken. 

The girl got down from Roach and looked around curiously. Her dress blended with the snow, from afar, (y/n) wondered if she was even real. Her gaze didn’t last long on the girl when Geralt got down from his horse too, the mere sight of his face barely visible under his dark cloak sent a shiver of excitement to her stomach. He had always had that effect on her, but it seemed the longer she went without seeing him, the stronger the sensation got after meeting again. 

The witcher and the princess shared words (y/n) couldn’t really hear from where she was still in the hiding, and as they started to walk towards the main entrance of the Fortress, the mage put down her sword and walked towards them. 

“You sure we’re safe here?” the princess asked Geralt, who walked in front of her. (y/n) was not close enough to hear the question, not yet to be noticed. 

“Safer than out there.” 

Her voice seemed to echo in the silence of their footsteps coming to a stop, both turning their heads to their right, finally acknowledging her. Geralt’s lips curved into a brief smile, his yellow eyes softening when they locked with hers. (y/n) smiled back, the shiver in her stomach was now climbing to her chest and for a moment she forgot he could probably feel her heart beating faster. Good thing she didn’t mind him knowing how she felt around him. 

Three steps away from coming face to face with the witcher, she slowed her pace, planning to walk past them. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my dearest friend in all the Continent.”

“It’s great to see you.” 

“Oh I’m afraid I was speaking to my best girl here.” (y/n) approached Roach, caressing the horse over her nose and planting a light kiss on her short fur, “But it’s great to see you too, Wolf.” she walked towards him again, for a second forgetting it wasn’t just the two of them there. The way Geralt followed every step of hers, his gaze warm even in the middle of a Winter day. (y/n) opened her arms to him, “Welcome home.”

The man embraced her tightly against him and it felt like getting drowned in memories of his days with her. He had forgotten how much he cherished her affection, and holding her reminded him how nice it was to let his guard down for a brief moment. It all felt like he had never left. 

“I missed you.” he murmured, unrecognizably self-conscious. He surely didn’t enjoy showing this vulnerable side of him, especially in front of someone else.

“I’m sure you did.” (y/n) let go of him, casting him a warm, welcoming smile, before looking to the girl standing behind him, now more curious about the pair’s dynamic than the Fortress, “And who’s this poor thing having to deal with your company?” 

“This is Ciri.” 

“Ciri.” (y/n) tried the name on her lips. She walked towards her with the same welcoming smile, but a different fondness in her eyes, “It’s nice to meet you, Ciri.” she said as she extended her hand to the girl, “I’m (y/n).”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” she spoke softly, clearly wary of meeting a new face, but the shadow of a smiling curve on her lips showed potential trust as she accepted the handshake. After all, the woman was obviously someone dear to Geralt, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Is that so?” (y/n) smirked, hoping the cold outside cooled the warmth spreading across her face. She turned to Geralt, who watched the two girls interact, but the words were directed to Ciri, “I’m sure I have a lot to hear about you, too.” It was a warning to the witcher: an endless night of chatting was to come, questions needed to be answered, stories to be told and his whereabouts to be known. 

As if reading Ciri’s mind, (y/n) squeezed her shoulder and tilted her head towards the entrance, “Don’t worry, you are safe here.” 

“Keep up.” Geralt told the girl, and both followed (y/n). 

They both pushed the heavy wooden doors and walked into the main room of the Fortress that was occupied with chatty men and the smell of burning wood and ale. (y/n)’s words echoing through the wide space caught their attention. 

“Look what the snow dragged in, boys.”

All eyes turned to the mage and the murmur came to a stop when everybody noticed the figure standing behind her. Her attention turned to Geralt as well, in time to see him remove the hood of his cloak and finally getting a decent view of the face she missed so much. She also checked on Ciri, who looked uneasier than before, standing in the middle of a room full of men. (y/n) winked at her, hoping to reassure her everything was alright. Geralt noticed, and he too turned to the girl and nodded at her before moving to stand beside (y/n) as Lambert stood from his seat and walked towards them. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” 

“We thought you got lost.” Coën followed Lambert, “Or killed.” 

(y/n) rolled her eyes. Geralt smiled tenderly.

“Not yet. Sorry.”  

The mage elbowed his side. She had always hated when he implied the possibility of his death at any moment, considering what he was and he did, in reality it wasn’t a massive impossibility. Still, even a simple joke triggered a non-existent grief that resided in her chest everytime she had to see the witcher leave and go long periods of time without hearing a single word from or about him. In his presence, (y/n) pretended he would stay forever, and if he didn’t stay, he would come back. Everytime. 

Geralt caressed her back and brought her in for the embrace Lambert had already initiated. He then went on greeting and hugging the other witchers and, more than ever, Kaer Morhen felt like a real home. The family was back together. 

“I guess I’m back to being second favorite now that you’re back.” Lambert complained to Geralt, referring to (y/n).

“Who said you were even a favorite in the first place?” 

Geralt laughed. 

“I hope you’ve all been treating her right.”

“We do, but she’s a mean one. Lucky for her, we don’t dislike her cooking.” 

The banter was interrupted by Vasemir, who entered the room already smiling at the sight of the silver haired witcher. 

“Wolf. You’re home.” the elder joined the commotion, “Finally.”

Ciri, still feeling out of place, placed herself visibly between Geralt and (y/n).

“Yeah. I had to make a few stops.” the witcher replied, referring to the princess next to him. 

“He’s home!” 

Once again, the commotion grew around Geralt as they kept celebrating his return. Ciri smiled shyly watching the content interactions.

“Come on,” (y/n) extended her hand for the princess to take, “I’m going to introduce you to everybody.”

When everybody settled enough for the mage to be able to order everyone to be nice to Ciri, the men were somewhat curious about the unexpected guest. The girl seemed less vigilant as she was offered a seat and cup and conversation started flowing as if both her and Geralt had always been there. 

(y/n) stood next to him, a sigh leaving her nostrils as she crossed her arms and discreetly nudged the man’s broad figure. 

“Yeah, I know. I have a lot to tell.”

“Yeah. You do.” 

Geralt looked down at her to meet her eyes and, with a soft motion of his hand, uncrossed her arms. He smiled, in a way she knew he was promising to stay for a while. She couldn’t tell what he thought her eyes were saying, but whatever it was, he felt the need to hold her hand, hidden behind his cloak, caressing the cold skin of her knuckles with his thumb. 

“I’m home.” his hoarse voice, along with the softness of his touch and stare, nearly warmed her up on the spot. 

In the back of her mind, there was a voice telling her he would eventually leave again, but for once, she shut it down. 

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Part II soon!

Bullies Were Never My Kinda Thing

italicized means Japanese

This is based on that one trend from tiktok where the k-drama fmc gets the classic milk dump and the american student puts her hands up making the cafeteria a wwe ring.

the song I listened to: tiktok 1 hour repeat of 'Dumb wit it' aka not my song

my inspo: k-drama bully scene & american student trend

My bike makes a skidding sound as I pull up in front of Karasuno. A new school. First school in Japan, but probably won't be the last... Not with my track record.

I park my bike and lock it to the bike rack. I walk in, my shirt untucked, and drinking from a juice box. My bag is hanging off one shoulder, and full of study materials I probably will forget about in a week.

I find a bench and set my bag down, trying to find my schedule. As I'm digging through it, I feel a body bump into my butt. I whip around, ready to smack a bitch, only to find a girl. Shorter and a little thinner than me, but definitely needs a shove from the right person to get her to move. I catch her by the shoulders. "You good?" I ask her in English, forgetting that not everyone knows English- shit.. um.. "元気ですか?" (Genki desu ka?) I stutter, trying to find the right words for the context of the situation.

"Ah! You don't have to use Japanese!" She waves her hand and smiles.

I sigh in relief. "Thank god. Okay. You good? Any bumps or bruises?"

"Oh, no! Himari just bumped into me! No problem." The girl waves her hands around, looking like she's trying to dust something off.

"Okay... just... watch yourself, hun." I let go of her after making sure she is stabilized. I turn back around and look for my schedule. I finally find it and look for my first period.

As I walk over to my homeroom, I enter and see an empty seat next to the girl who I caught. I cock an eyebrow and look around for a different seat. Of course, she just happens to see me.

"Hey! Come here!" She waves me down. I sigh and walk over.

As I walk over, another girl comes over and bumps into me. I shrug it off, but a voice cut through the peace that was my mind.

"Aren't you going to apologize?"

I whip around. It's another chick. "Got a pro- um..." I rack my brain for the equivalent of my question, but shrug and walk to the girl who waved me down. "You are seriously going to sit by Yachi?"

"Yeah, I am. Do you have a problem with it?" I turn around and stare who I assume to be Himari.

Himari freezes up, catching my eyes.

"I said, do you have a problem with that?"

"N-no." Himari scoffs, flouncing her hair and her posse follows after her.

"You-you didn't have to do that!" Yachi blanches white in the face, waving her hands around like a mad woman.

"Nah, no problem, hun. Besides...

Bullies were never my kinda thing." ______________________________________________________________

I now walk Yachi to class every day to make sure Himari doesn't push her around.

That doesn't mean I can be there all the time.

"I noticed Himari seems more... confident, nowadays." I raise an eyebrow at Yachi, seeing her face flush.

"Well... she knows my routine... she's also in the Photography Club." Yachi rubs her arms; her English way better than it was at the beginning of the year.

"That's what I thought." I frown, my nose flaring slightly. "I'm gonna beat a bitch..." I mutter, fire rising in my chest.

"Y/N! You can't do that! It's against the rules!" Yachi tugs at the cardigan tied around my waist.

"I know. Doesn't mean I can't wait for the perfect moment." An evil smile crosses my face with a laugh taking over my body.

"Y/N! Calm down! You're going to attract attention!" Yachi grabs at my short sleeve this time.

"Everything will be okay, hun. I've got it under control." I smile at Yachi, trying to keep her spirits up.

"O-ok!" Yachi smiles, walking to homeroom now.

---------- After homeroom, during a break -------------

"Hey, Himari! I need some help with something!" I call for the bitch while Yachi is looking at another club or something.

The girl smirks and walks over, sitting on the desk.

"Hey, new girl. What do you need help with?" Himari smirks, flicking her hair again.

I smile all nice and pretty and lean close to her, like I'm going to point something out to her. Instead... she's going to know not to pick on Yachi again.

"If you ever push Yachi around again, I will personally make sure to make whatever area we are in a WWE match that you will be guaranteed to lose... got it?" I smirk, waiting for her response. I can feel her cold sweats radiating from her neck as I smile behind the big textbook.

"Whatever, new girl." Himari tries to leave, but my hand clamps on her shoulder.

"My name is Y/N... and you should do good to remember it." I smile all pretty to really send the message home.

Himari scoffs and walks off in perfect timing with Yachi coming inside.

"Hey, Y/N! I found another club! It's for the boys volleyball team. I'm going to be like a... 'mini-manager', as you would call it."

"Sounds perfect for you, Yachi. Are you sure about this?" I know she gets nervous around new people.

"Su-sure! I met their 'main manager', Kiyoko. She seems nice." Yachi smiles and gets more comfortable talking about the club.

"Okay. But I'm coming with you. No one is allowed to mess with you."

"O-okay!" Yachi stammers, getting into her seat for our class.

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"Hey, guys. I remember you talking about how the team would need a new manager, so... Meet your new manager." Kiyoko introduces Yachi.

I stand off to the side, ready to throw hands if need be.

"YOU'RE SO CUTE!!!" Two boys jump at Yachi, and Kiyoko and I hold them back.

"Hands off!" I shout at the two loud boys.

"Huh?" They look up at me. I cross my arms and stand protectively in front of Yachi.

"You're pretty too!" My eye twitches. 'Did those two idiots think I was jealous of Yachi?'

"Not what I was here for, but okay." I shrug and take up my post beside Yachi again.

"You're the new American transfer, huh?" The tall blonde asked rhetorically.

"The one and only, beanpole." I stay indifferent. This is no different than American schools.

Minus the fact that there is less school shootings and fist fights...

So a little boring, but it's fine.

"So why do you use Japanese, if pretty much everyone knows English?" A little carrot sprout asks me.

I smirk and look him up and down. "Because people get weirded out if you don't know their culture or language, sweetheart. Especially when it's only one person in a school of hundreds."

"Well, everyone has noticed how Blondie here has a bodyguard after a few run-ins with Himari. That's you then." Tsukishima attempts to get under my skin.

"What can I say?

Bullies were never my kind of thing."

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I noticed how Yachi is being a recluse again, a tell-tale sign of Himari bullying her again.

I sigh and continue trudging on. I'm just kinda hoping that Yachi stands up for herself now.

As we go into homeroom, Himari shoulder-checks Yachi as she walks to her seat.

I sigh and shoulder-check Himari back, giving her a tired look and shaking my head. "Don't start that shit today, Himari. I'm too tired for this crap."

Himari just giggles and sits down. I sigh and roll my shoulders, sitting down. I pull out my materials for class and do the work.

--------- After classes, now lunch time ----------

"Hey, Yachi? I'm gonna go get some lunch. Be right back." I wink and send her a finger gun.

I walk to a vending machine and grab a drink for my lunch.

"Hey! Y/N-san!" Hinata shouted in the halls, running at me.

"Ahhhh!" I wait for impact of a short carrot sprout, but none comes. I let out a breath of relief.

"What do you need, Carrot?" I ask Hinata, walking back to my classroom.

"I need help with tutoring, and I know you and Yachi share a class, so I was hoping you could help me?" Hinata asks me.

"Um... Why don't you ask Tsukishima? He's a pretty smart guy too." I shrug and walk on.

"Tsukishima is rude, and while his methods of studying works... Hinata can't handle the pressure." Kageyama joins us as we pass a milk vending machine.

I shrug, "Makes sense. Mine's not any better. I just use a different method, but sure. Whatever you guys want."

"Awesome!" Hinata jumps in the air.

"So I need help with math and English class. I'm pretty sure Kageyama needs help with everything-" Hinata is quieted by Kageyama who is slapping the back of his head.

"Boke, Hinata, BOKE! I don't need help with anything!" Kageyama pouts and shakes his fist angrily.

"But didn't you fail your English test? And your formal Japanese tests? And your..." Hinata's words are drowned out by the scene that plays out in front of me.

Himari is laughing... and pouring milk on Yachi's lap.

Instantly, my body locks up, all of my muscles tensing. I don't even hear my bag dropping.

"Um... Y/N-san?" Hinata's voice sounds as if it's far away.

"I'll be right back, Hinata." I say as I walk over to Himari, putting my hair up, eyes wide and tunnel vision on Himari.

"Oh no..." Kageyama says as Tsukishima passes the classroom with Yamaguchi.

"What are you saying 'oh no' for King? Did someone steal your milk?-" Tsukishima is cut off seeing Y/N tap Himari's shoulder. He immediately pulls out his phone and starts recording.

Himari turns around and is immediately met with a fist to the face. Himari falls to the ground, her hair whipping around and almost catching on Y/N. Y/N grabs Himari before she can fall and lands another five-fingered punch, letting her fall this time.

"Come on, bitch! I know you can understand me because you reacted when I talked in English!" Y/N lands a hit on Himari's stomach, causing the bully to keel over.

"I thought you said you were the baddest bitch in the school! Or did I hear wrong?!" Y/N hits Himari with a right-handed uppercut followed by a left-handed punch directly on her cheek.

By then, Himari is so pissed. All of her friends back off and cringe.

"You'll pay... you illiterate American cunt." Himari quietly talks, throwing a weak-ass punch.

Y/N blocks the feeble punch, not even bothering to hit again. "I serve cunt, you repugnant skid mark."

Y/N, after not having anything fun to do around the school, finally grins. She has been waiting for this moment.

The moment her rage can be unleashed.

She held nothing back. She hit left and right, left and right, left and right... again and again... and again.

Himari was helpless against the rage of an American teen.

As Himari lays helplessly at Y/N's feet.

"So who's next?" Y/N looks around the classroom, a dark grin appearing on her face. Nobody dares to face her.

Y/N takes a deep breath, "Come on, Yachi. Lets get you cleaned up." Y/N leads Yachi out of the classroom.

"I want that footage, Tsukishima!" Y/N shouts at the tall boy.

The other boys just walk out of the classroom, scarred.

"I'm gonna tell Tanaka-senpai." Hinata bolts down the hall, going to his own class.

Kageyama goes to his classroom, knowing he will probably hear about it later at volleyball practice.

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima go to their respective classes, knowing they will see Y/N there later.

"Y/N-san! Why would you do that?! You're gonna get in trouble!" Yachi exclaims from her side of the bathroom.

Y/N sighs, expecting this. "What can I say, sweetheart?

Bullies were never my kinda thing."

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Author's Cup of Tea:

Teehee *loudly slurps tea*

Tell me what y'all think. It's my first time writing in the Haikyu!! universe. Should I do it again? Should I do the same prompt in a different universe?

See you later, caffies~

Also, i am hyperaware that even tho i am a native speaking English-woman, my english is actual garbage. Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank you 🤗

Texts between reader and her tall af doberman boyfriend

YN: i need u

basically 'come here bae'

DBF: i'm at work, doll.

YN loves the nicknames

YN: ik i can see you from the shop window

DBF is a lifeguard and YN works at a shop on the boardwalk

DBF: stalking me now, are you?

zade meadows who?

YN: something like that

tbh... yes

YN: girl walking up to your on your right. talk to her and you die

LOL (feelin a little silly)

DBF: attagirl

oh (literally on my knees for this man)

DBF: what if she needs help though?

true but still

YN: but, i need help :(

yk ;)

DBF: with what, love?

YN: come find out

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(THATS IT THATS THE ENTIRE THING)