#…probably going to forget to do that if we’re being honest

[flightofthejackdaw]

It’s really funny that we’re two days into the Sampo event and people are already convinced that this can’t possibly be Sampo and that it’s Sparkle pretending to be him… again

I really don’t think that is the case, I know he’s being really on the nose about his identity as a fool, but that isn’t out of character at all. Remember that really the only time the Trailblazer and Sampo had spoken was on Belobog during the whole Stellaron mess, Sampo didn’t know us and probably didn’t trust us

He helped us out as he saw that we were going to save Belobog, yes he called us his friend and I do think he saw us as such but I don’t think he trusted us till we saved Belobog. Then he started messing with us

Leaving the memory bubble for us at the end of Anatherium Wars, which was purposely left for us. And quite literally confirmed to us that Sampo was a fool, and it also warned us about a fool he did not like going to Penocony (Sparkle)

Somehow knowing we were on the Loufou and sending us a party bomb with a note as a joke, he’s been pretty obvious about his identity for awhile now but only used it as a way to gently mess with us and send us messages. Not actively manipulate and endanger us unlike Sparkle did while pretending to be him

Also don’t forget that we the Trailblazer saw the events of Masquerade Duet and now know for sure he’s a fool (if they didn’t already understand that fact from the Sampo/Giovanni bubble), I know Sampo may not know that we’ve seen this memory but Sparkle seemed to figure it out immediately so maybe he did to

I do think that this is him in this event, Sampo trusts the Trailblazer now and is being as honest with us as he can while also sprinkling a dose of mischief. He’s scamming people, though it is strange he’s giving us the profits I think maybe either he doesn’t really care about making money, or that he’s getting something else out of it

Or maybe it connects back to ‘The Sampo of Kalevala’ as in it the Sampo was a device that distributed wealth and luck, so maybe Sampo the character works in the same vein. Also adding on that we now know that Kalevala is a planet in Star Rails universe and that it’s similar to Jerilo-Vi.

Also it got leaked that some of Sampo’s lines during this event are taken from the poem about the creation of ‘the Sampo of Kalevala’, so all in all I’m pretty sure this is the real Sampo and that he’s trying to tell us something but can’t tell us directly so he’s doing it in riddles

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

apparently book of bill has breached containment cause longestsoloever just recently made a bill cipher song and hey wow isn’t that convenient timing

[toji-sweetheart]

𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐭. 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

synopsis: After your breakup with a long-time boyfriend who decided that stalking is the best way to get back to you it seemed that you needed protection and since you've heard good things about hybrids it was time to go adopt one, you just had no idea it would end up with him being more than just a protector. 

wc: 5.7k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + reader has pubic hair + hybrid/modern au + knotting + possessive! toji + stalking + oc! ex-boyfriend who is also fucking crazy and does/says a lot of weird shit

an: idk I hate this slot but I also love it? anyway feedback such as comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, those kind words mean a lot and encourage me to do more writing ♡ - kinktober '24

Kaji deserved for you to ghost him or break up through a text message for all the things he put you through, and to be honest he probably deserved worse than that, but there was no way you could send the sentence ‘we’re over’ because you knew he’d lie about never getting the text when he did.

It had to be face to face so he wouldn't come back with “but I never read the message” or say that you can't break up with him because why would you? To him, Kaji was perfect with no flaws and you were lucky to be with him. 

It felt like someone held the bottom of a hot frying pan against your nerves burning them completely to a crisp as you got ready with his things packing up the eight-year relationship in a small box. Part of your heart yearned to make it work for him, starting over sounded scary in the new world of dating. 

Too many horror stories you’ve heard from your girlfriends about the dates they went out on only to be stood up after dinner was done and they were left with the bill or the men who said they wanted love but couldn’t stop talking to other women, and can’t forget the men who just want sex. 

Your head throbbed with an oncoming headache that medicine would have to dull later, it was best to get this over and done with instead of letting it drag on.

Above you, you heard your neighbor and the new hybrid they had adopted arguing about a mess they made making you think that you’re glad you didn’t have someone else hanging off your back like that, it wasn’t a new concept to have the half-human, and half animal be your protector or just be added to the family for whatever reason they had. 

It was strange at first to be walking down the street and seeing a human with a collar attached to a leash that their human owner had in their fist, while they are hybrids it was only a few physical features that they inherited, most of the attributes of whatever animal it was they were part of went to their personality. 

More shuffling could be heard then the door opened and shut signaling that he was more than likely taking his dog for a walk, although his pet was a lot taller than him and outweighed him by at least close to seventy-five pounds. 

“I can’t think about them right now.” You mumbled to yourself and looked through your apartment once more to make sure that you grabbed everything because coming back home after telling Kaji you didn’t want to see him ever again only to call and let him know that you had more of his things would be hell. 

You knew he’d try to fight against your subconscious and dig in like he always did to make you second guess yourself thinking that maybe he was a good guy but you knew that he wasn’t. A heavy sigh left your lungs making breathing a bit easier knowing that soon you wouldn’t be under his thumb. 

With the box in the backseat, you got inside and gripped the steering wheel practicing the speech in your head on the way to the restaurant, however, the idea of food made your stomach turn. Five minutes too soon you pulled into the parking lot and sat there for a moment before getting out. 

You knew that Kaji was likely to follow you to your car so you grabbed the box and made sure to set it by his tire once you made sure he was already inside. Taking a deep breath, you headed to the side entrance and saw him in a booth with two drinks waiting by so many people it made your stomach hurt. 

He saw you and waved, his smile dropping once you got closer. It was like he could smell the break up on you. “Hey babe, I’m glad you wanted a date.” 

His voice was once upon a time something you ached to hear, now all you wanted to do was bawl up the napkin and stuff it in his mouth, a thought you would’ve never had until the last two years with him when he showed you his true colors, the man you had fell in love with was no longer around. 

Was he there to begin with? 

Without even knowing it Kaji turned you into a mindless doll to play with, contorting your life to fit his like a puzzle piece, but no longer would he get to do so. You were beyond tired of the fighting, the silly and petty arguments and him coming home late at night or not at all leaving you home alone. 

Deep down you knew you deserved better, it’s just eight years is a long time to spend with someone but you somewhere down the line you checked out of the relationship a while ago. 

“It’s not a date Kaji, I’m here to break up with you, we can’t keep going at this and I’m done with you.” Your sentence came out rushed and tears pricked at your eyes, a burning sensation filled your head as you sighed. 

It wasn’t supposed to be spilled out like this, you wanted to sit down and explain why you couldn’t be with him but maybe this was better. 

He blinked trying to take in what you said while cocking his head to the side much like a dog would. “You’re breaking up with me after everything I’ve done for your ungrateful ass?” He hissed, spittle forming in the corner of his lips turning them white like rabies. 

Your face twisted in anger and embarrassment feeling heat rise. 

“I am, and you haven’t done nothing but drag me down to the pits of hell.” 

Kaji’s eyes burned with anger and something else that made your skin prickle with fear, the hair on your arms stood at attention as dread wrapped its icy fingers around your spine. He stood from his seat now cool as a cucumber. “Fine, but don’t come running back to me when you can’t find anyone new.” 

The whole situation left you paralyzed for a moment then you realized you never even sat down, and as you did you replayed how Kaji flipped like a dime, one moment he looked broken and sad then he was beyond pissed. 

Everyone watched as he stormed out taking the emotional storm with him. Once he was gone you sat down and ordered water to dry your mouth, it felt surreal that you were single after such a long time. 

You waited for ten more minutes in hopes that he wasn’t waiting in his car before venturing back outside in the cool air, the October wind wrapped you in cool arms as the scent of falling leaves and the strong smell of coffee followed you out the door as you leaned against the building with a sigh. 

Quickly you peaked your head around the wall to make sure Kaji wasn’t there and when you didn’t see his car you made a beeline to yours and got in with a rapid heartbeat as sweat dotted your hairline even though it wasn’t hot out enough for that to happen. He had that effect on you, it was a curse. 

On the drive home you had hoped Kaji wasn’t waiting there for you, the absence of his car relaxed your muscles that you didn’t know were so tight from having them tensed for so long, it was almost painful when you did so. 

Over the last two years, Kaji loved to play mental games having you walk on eggshells around him so you were always on edge for a long time, darting his moods wondering when it would end and why you couldn’t leave him.  

If one of them broke then it was hell on earth and World War Three would happen inside your apartment but it was a silent battle, he wouldn’t yell or raise his voice like he did today, it was all about the warfare inside your head that made him smile while playing his favorite game, him as the victim. 

Truly he belonged locked up, not able to meet or date anyone else. 

After another sweep of the parking lot you bolted out of your car and raced upstairs with a pounding heart thankful that you could relax now with him out of your life and apartment it felt like you could take a deep breath and not worry or not if that would upset him. 

Your peace did not last long, however. 

Two days after the cafe scene your mailbox was filled with letters upon letters from Kaji writing in graphic detail about the sexcapades you two had while dating, some were soft and sweet but the others made sure to highlight the pleasure he gave you and the hold he has on you for making you cum. 

It was something you could ignore because he didn’t have that hold over you anymore and it provided paper that could burn in your fireplace, although you weren’t sure when he came by to drop them off, and you were certain he used his cum to seal the envelope. 

As days passed Kaji’s insanity seemed to slope off a bit, the letters would still come and some held a few pictures of you sleeping which were promptly ripped up and tossed in the fire to be forgotten. 

Out of the eight years you were together you were sure Kaji never showed any signs of being unhinged until the last two, that’s when his mask slipped a bit to reveal the soulless creature that he was. Part of you wanted to be angry at yourself for not seeing it but you were so in love with him it didn’t matter. 

By the end of the week, you were ready to stay in and relax, you had declined any invites out with your friends seeing that you spent time with them this week for dinner where you explained what it was that was happening. 

They already knew because Kaji got a hold of them, each got a single message claiming that you were cheating on him and the person he chose was funny, his father who happened to be dead but they didn’t know that and after you explained that he was no longer here their faces twisted in disgust. 

To lie about something like that is beyond soulless. 

Now it was Friday night, a thunderstorm was rolling in and you had plans to stay inside, eat some candy, and watch the reruns of horror movies while snuggled up in a blanket, to have some alone time after being with Kaji you felt excitement bubble in your veins as you gathered everything for the evening. 

A loud clap of thunder sent the hulking hybrid upstairs in a frenzy and the rest of them that resided in the apartment building. Rain dumped down from the sky with lightning and strong winds that dimmed your electricity. 

Your TV flickered a few times as you settled on the couch with your favorite blanket wrapped around your shoulders, the soft glow from the screen was the only light you had on and when the storm knocked the power out your whole place was blanketed with a darkness that made your nerves jump. 

Being alone in a storm isn’t what made you scared, but knowing that Kaji could be around put fear into you as you grabbed your cell phone to use as a flashlight before making your way around the place in search of candles. 

Midshuffling in your drawer a loud knock scared you causing your phone to crash to the floor illuminating the ceiling. Pure terror gripped you as you glanced behind your shoulder sure you were going to see someone there. 

It was impossible you knew but thanks to the horror movie it felt like it. 

Another knock made you tense up, it was a familiar pattern. Kaji. 

Of course, he’d show up in the storm. 

Timidly you made your way to the door and looked through the peephole sure enough to see your ex-boyfriend standing there drenched from the rain as was the bouquet he had, the flowers had wilted from the impact of the storm. 

“I know you’re looking at me. Let me in, I want to talk.” His voice was low and controlled, edged with something that made you nervous. 

It was a demand as his hand wrapped around the knob jiggling it. “I’m not letting you in Kaji, you need to leave right now.” You hissed, irritated with him ruining your plans for the evening. 

Kaji barked out a laugh and leaned his arm against the door to press his eye on the peephole. “Do you have another man in there?” He asked through gritted teeth as he kicked the door making it rattle. 

You took a step back and gasped as fear filled your entire being. 

With no weapon nearby you decided to call the police until you heard Kaji grumble something and leave the flowers by your door. You made sure he was gone before scurrying straight to each window making sure each one was locked before getting into bed until the sun rose bathing your room. 

Despite not wanting to take care of someone else you found yourself scrolling on the most popular adoption sites for hybrids, ones that were dropped off or found roaming the street and according to the law they had to have an owner. 

Your eyes scanned the dog pages, all of them filled with breeds that wouldn’t give you the protection you wanted until you came across Toji Zenin.  

A tall man with broad shoulders, black shaggy hair that blended in with his floppy furry ears, and a scar that hinted at something more than words could ever tell. You read his bio and looked through the photos knowing he could tear Kaji to shreds if needed. 

He was perfect. 

It felt wrong to adopt a hybrid just for this reason but he also stated in his about me section that he wanted a home where he could be left alone which is perfect for you for a lot of reasons and he could take the couch. 

After filling out the application and sending it in you decided on a shower thankful that the power came on. Last night played like a horror movie in your head as you got dressed to leave when you were greeted by a box placed by your front door. 

Skeptically you nudged it with your foot and decided against opening it until you came back, there was no name on it but you knew it was Kaji who dropped it off, not sure when, just like a cockroach he didn’t show himself during the daylight hours because that meant you’d catch him. 

Your mind was fuzzy as you shopped for things on your list when your phone beeped with an email saying you were approved for adoption, followed by the number to call and confirm an appointment to meet Toji first before anything. 

Once approved they still wanted to make sure that you and the hybrid got along so they didn’t have to make extra room if they were brought back. 

You hurried your shopping hoping against all the odds that you and Toji could at least stand being in the same room. With everything packed away in your trunk, you headed to the hybrid society all but flooring it hoping that you could take him tonight. 

When you arrived you made your way to the front desk with a small smile as the woman behind the computer looked up with a pinched face until she saw you. “Please tell me you’re here for Toji Zenin.” She begged pushing herself away from the desk to walk around it and stand in front of you. 

Your smile dropped as she took note of it before explaining. “Oh! Nothing is wrong with him I promise, just the others are scared of him and they refuse to do anything with him around.” She guided you down the hallway lined with doors where the hybrids lived in separate rooms.

It felt almost like a cruel jail. 

“I am yes, and what do you mean they’re scared of him?” You asked peeking into the room where Toji stood in the middle, a black collar wrapped around his neck as he caught sight of you, and his lips curled into a smile. 

“Is this my meal ticket out of here?” He asked, his voice reminded you of a smooth whiskey that left you feeling warm. The woman glanced at you and nodded before gently nudging you into the room where she stood by the door watching the man walk closer to lean in and sniff you. 

His nostrils flared and your eyes met briefly and you felt a tug of something deep in your chest, he was everything you were looking for in a hybrid. “I am.” 

Toji shrugged and held your gaze with a smile. “Cute. I’m ready to go home then.” 

You turned to the woman and gestured to the hallway before following her. 

She sagged against the wall thinking about wrapping you in a tight hug for making her job a lot easier. “I’ll need you to sign some forms and you can take him home.” With that you waved your hand at Toji and walked to the front desk with him trailing behind, his eyes scanning you. 

Once the papers were signed you turned to Toji unsure what to say or do so you headed to your car where you took his collar off. “You’re still human, but I need your protection.” You explained and let him get in on the passenger's side. 

“I don’t plan on sticking around anyway. What do you need protection from? A nasty boyfriend?” He asked not giving you another glance as you felt your blood thicken with irritation while he trifled through your things in the glove department. 

You stayed silent for a moment and sighed trying not to take notice that Toji was huge, filling up your car and pressing down on you, his scent was musky with a hint of something woodsy. “I adopted you, if you run away I’ll call the pound and they’ll come get you and then you will never be adopted.” 

It was a cheap blow, you knew and so did Toji. 

Steely green eyes met yours when you stopped at a stoplight. “Please? He tried to break down my door. I don't want him near me.” You begged a soft whine as you held his gaze gripping the steering wheel. 

His ears twitched as he nodded feeling himself soften for his new owner, even though your little threat he could tell you were desperate, and since you busted him out of that hellhole this was the least he could do and it had to be better than listening to the others cry. 

“Thank you, I won't mention what else he's done.” 

Out of habit, you skimmed the parking lot looking for his car while getting out. Toji followed after then made sure to stay close as you guided him to your place aware of his presence that put you at ease, even though you didn’t want another person to take care of it seemed that Toji didn’t like it either. 

With the door shut you let a deep sigh out and kicked your shoes off. “I haven’t had a chance to prepare for your stay, but my couch is nice and you can sleep there, and help yourself to any food.” You told him showing him around watching as his black shaggy tail wagged back and forth a bit. 

You nodded and moved to the kitchen to make something to eat as Toji followed and sat down at the counter. “What does your ex look like?” He asked wanting to know who to look for. 

He listened to you speak about Kaji, the disdain for the man evident in your tone as you described the last eight years, but mainly you focused on the last two when he changed turning you into a different person as well. 

“During that storm, he came to my place and I thought he was going to kick my door down and to be honest I didn’t want to adopt a hybrid because you are all still humans that happened to be affected by a science lab explosion which was no fault of your own.” 

Toji almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A lot of people thought the opposite of you, they always looked down at the humans who had to experience an unfortunate event that changed the trajectory of their lives. 

You went on for another hour even as you both ate and clicked like two puzzle pieces, he went even as far as to make you laugh and helped you clean up. “I'm sorry for what I said earlier, you know about calling the pound, I can admit I’m desperate.” You admitted as the last bit of the dishes were put up. 

Despite your wariness at first about the whole thing, you were glad to have him here and his presence, one that didn’t make you feel like suffocating. 

Toji leaned against the counter crossing thick and bulging arms over his chest. “I know, I can smell it on you.” He murmured and pulled away to walk to the front door where he dropped his bag before heading to your bedroom. 

After a few moments, you finally followed after Toji only to catch him taking his shirt off, his muscles rippled as he stuffed it in your hamper before pulling a pair of your shorts out to eye it before pressing the fabric against his nose. 

You watched as he inhaled your musk deeply with a soft growl. 

A burning started deep in the pit of your gut as you watched him, it should make you feel angry that a stranger was sniffing your clothes but something about it made your blood simmer with heat. 

He heard you shift your weight and put the fabric down before you came in. “I got the couch made up, if you need anything just come and knock.”  

Once you were dressed and ready for bed you slid under the covers thinking about the last twenty-four hours and how your life has played out from breaking up with Kaji to bringing a hybrid home. 

“Morning, are you hungry?” You asked looking up from your phone when Toji came into the kitchen the next day, his hair was a ruffled mess and his shirt was rumpled. He shook his head and took a seat on the barstool.

“Okay, well I have to go to work today, do you mind walking me there? It’s less than ten minutes away so I don’t drive, no point and it saves on gas.” You asked hoping he would say yes, walking alone was never fun at night. 

He scratched at his ear and looked at you, his expression unreadable. “Not a problem, let me use the bathroom then we can go.” 

All you could do was nod and wait for him to do what he needed before you got ready yourself, grateful for Toji. 

An hour later you were behind the counter selling convenience store items making enough money to just scrape by and that was hardly as is. 

You wondered if Toji would get one to help with bills, hybrids weren’t exempt from having jobs.

The time trickled by like sand in a timer stuck in slow motion and the more you watched the hand on the clock the slower it seemed to go, that was until it was reaching dusk and the store was desolate at this time then the door chimed as you mopped the aisle and looked up to greet the customer. 

Your smile faded and your heart thumped in your chest as you stared at Kaji who leaned against a rack. “What’s with the long face baby? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He asked with a faux pout as he tilted his head to the side. 

“Why would I be happy to see you? You’re nothing but a roach who ruined my life, now you need to leave.” You hissed gripping the mop handle and glaring at him. Kaji dared to take a step forward when the door opened again. 

Due to his stature, you could see Toji’s face, his lips set in a grim line as he sensed the tension in the air, and his ears were flat against his inky silky strands indicating he was on the verge of turning aggressive toward Kaji. 

Before you had a chance to say anything else your protector stood next to you, one thick arm wrapped around your waist in a possessive hold as he dipped down to place a wet kiss on your lips making you flustered as ever. 

Kaji watched dumbfounded as he took in the scene. “You’re fucking someone else already? Makes sense, a bitch would seek out another.” He spit hot white rage at you, the flecks of anger sizzling into your flesh as you tossed the mop down and stepped forward with a bout of courage to slap Kaji. 

You leveled your gaze with him and poked his chest. “You are the world's biggest asshole, and you deserve-” Before you could say or do anything else, Toji wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you back growling at Kaji. 

“This isn’t over, you think just because you adopted a stupid hybrid to fuck that you’re not mine, you will always belong to me.” He whispered looking down at you, the blue eyes you once loved were now filled with a burning hate. 

You and Toji watched him leave the store taking the cloud of anger with him. “What a piece of work. I can’t believe I stayed that long with him.” You sighed and picked up the mop before looking at Toji unsure what to say or do.

You could still feel his lips on yours, his arm around you waist.  

“Thank you for protecting me.” You told him with a grateful smile after a long beat of silence. 

He shrugged his broad shoulders and grabbed a few random things. “It’s my job and that guy is more than just a piece of work. He’s an asshole.” 

You couldn’t agree more. 

Over the next few weeks, you and Toji fell into a routine of him walking you to and from work and hanging out. He still slept on the couch to keep you safe and sound in case Kaji returned during the middle of the night. 

Tuesday evening brought another heavy storm in, splitting trees in the middle, branches flying everywhere with the rain's downpour and thunder and lightning. You were reminded of Kaji trying to break in a bit ago. 

Now you were settled on the couch with Toji, your head resting on his arm. “Watching scary movies isn’t the best idea, especially ones with stalkers.” He pointed out, his eyes shifted toward you as you shrugged. 

“Horror movies are my favorite, and you’re here now so I don’t have to worry.” Toji could hear the genuine gratefulness you felt for him and his protection. 

Without thinking about it he slung an arm around you and let you move to crawl in his lap. He held you tightly nosing your neck inhaling deeply making you shift feeling his hard cock that felt thick. “Toji..” You breathed softly. 

“What do you need?” He asked cupping the back of your head. 

“You.” 

That’s all it took for him to lean in closing the distance to press his lips against yours in a soft kiss that grew needy once his tongue parted the seam of your lips, you tasted like hot chocolate and marshmallows, sweet and warm. 

He licked into your mouth with a soft growl letting you situate yourself to face him while you wrapped your arms around his neck subtly grinding back and forth feeling a tinge of frustration from not being able to get the friction you needed. 

His large palms smoothed up and down your body then under your shirt where his fingers brushed along your breast before taking it in his hand to give it a squeeze before playing with your nipples making you moan. 

Your pussy now had a frantic heartbeat in your clit making it throb. Pulling back you tugged your shirt off and got off his lap to remove the rest of your clothes slowly but surely giving him a teasing view of everything. 

Turning around to face the TV, you bent at the waist and pulled your panties off hearing him exhale followed by a low groan. Toji’s mind was now focused on one thing, again without thinking he pushed you forward on the plush carpet. 

“Hey! Warn me next time!” You scolded him thankful that it wasn’t a hard push or anything but a warning would be nice. 

Toji didn’t answer, instead, his hands were on the globes of your ass kneading them watching your pussy split apart, slick like sap strung from your lips making his mouth water. Leaning forward he licked a wide stripe from your slit all the way to your clit where he swirlred the tip of his tongue against the nub. 

Your arousal collected in your pubic hair that tickled his lips as he ate you out, downright moaning at how good you tasted, groaning and growling as he lapped at you with slow measured licks that made you shiver. 

You curled your fingers into your palm as he made out with your cunt so sloppily spreading his spit everywhere while making sure to hit all the spots he discovered you like then his fingers prodded at your slick entrance. 

Slowly he pushed two of them inside making you whine and buck your hips trying to get more. “Greedy aren’t we?” Toji husked pulling back while keeping his fingers knuckle deep in you. 

“Please don’t stop.” You begged turning to look at him with glassy eyes as you wiggled your hips like your cunt was a bone for him. His cock twitched in his soft pj pants when a loud crack of thunder shut the lights off again bathing the room in complete darkness. 

Toji took the opportunity and leaned back in to kiss your pussy while his fingers curled to rub your g-spot making it feel like your body took a screenshot as he suckled on your clit making you squeal and push back. 

Having him behind you like this in the darkness made it more exciting and soon you were panting like a dog in heat wanting to feel him. “Fuck me please!” You cried with your face smooshed in the plush carpet. 

He wasn’t one to argue or tease anymore, not when it felt like his dick was going to burst. It’s been too long since he’s been with anyone he forgot what it was like. Sitting up on his knees still, Toji fisted the base of himself wishing the lights were on so he could see how your pussy looked taking him. 

You could feel him breaching your wet slit before pushing in slowly then pulling out a few times letting you get used to him then he bottomed out making you moan. He wrapped his arms around your waist mounting you as he began a slow pace. 

With how thick Toji is, it was all you could focus on, and the fact that he was pinching your clit between his fingers while fucking you with deep strokes that made your head fuzzy with bliss that washed over you in warm waves. 

Each roll of his hips had you grasping at the carpet wanting to push back more into him or pull away, Toji was thick and long filling you in ways you never thought was possible. He felt too good inside you, something you could get addicted to.

Toji moved to lay his feet flat on the floor to mount you more. 

His breathing was ragged and hot against your ear as he nipped the lobe feeling his orgasm already, ripe like a peach that he wasn’t ready to pluck just yet. He wanted to make sure you came first. “Cum for me.” He rasped. 

Another stroke of his fingers against your clit you fell apart in his arms panting and slurring your words when you felt something swell inside you making you buck your hips. “Shh, I’m knotting you and making you all mine,” Toji assured you with a kiss on your shoulder riding out his high knowing you two would stuck like this for a while. 

Heavy breathing filled the room followed by a knock on your door. You attempted to pull away from Toji in order to get dressed but his knot wouldn’t let you, he was nestled deep inside and refused to let go. 

“We’re going to be like this for a while and it’s your stupid ex knocking, I can smell his stench.” 

You sighed and melted in Toji’s arms as he kept you snug against him, his chest pressed to your back feeling you take a breath each time inhaling Toji’s scent, committing it to memory. 

After thirty minutes of enjoying the afterglow he pulled out leaving you to feel completely empty making you whine softly. 

He couldn’t see the cum dripping from your leaking pussy but he felt the thick warmth of it and pushed it back in you with his pointer finger before standing and helping you to your feet catching you when your knees gave way. 

“I think he left, and now I think we should move where he can’t find me.” You sighed and turned in Toji’s arms to press your face into him thankful that you have him with you while feeling stuffed full of his cum that leaked down your thighs. 

Toji helped you clean up the best he could before letting you guide him to your bedroom. “Sleep with me.” You told him with a smile. 

Who is he to disagree? 

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(Idk but maybe Trigger warning?) Can you write about yan bill x y/n where he falls into the mind trick or smth but instead of Stanley, it’s us. And he’s just shocked and genuinely scared of us for the first time and tries to reason with us saying that this will affect us too like by having our memories erased or what not but we straight up tell him that we rather forget every single thing than to live with the constant trauma and the pain that comes from his existence. However, he gets much more desperate and we decide to simply tell him that we’ll spare him if he apologizes and takes full responsibility for his actions and genuinely admits how abusive and wrong he was and takes full accountability. And bill being bill, he probably hesitates at first but time is running out so he finally does what we requested and he seems genuinely remorseful and promises several things like “I'Ll ChAnGe.” “I wOn’T hUrT yOu AnYmOrE.” “I'Ll HeAL eVeRyThInG aNd TrEaT yOu LiKe a GoDdEsS/GoD” “But I have to be alive in order to do that! Please don’t kill me..” and we look like we’re genuinely content with what he’s said and we seem like we forgive him and we offer him a hand to help him up from the floor. However, the moment when he grabs our hand and is fully convinced he managed to convince us to spare him, we’re like just kidding :) and we finally kill him. And the last thing he sees before he passes is us smiling with our eyes closed. And it’s not like a sadistic smile, it’s more of a genuine and pure smile and it hits him hard because that’s the first time he’s ever seen us be genuinely happy and content in our entire time with him and the reason why we're in complete bliss and euphoria after going through hell is because he’s gone and we’re finally free.

One moment while I reformat the ask so I can better read it ^_^

Anonymous asked:(Idk but maybe Trigger warning?) Can you write about yan bill x y/n where he falls into the mind trick or smth but instead of Stanley, it’s us. And he’s just shocked and genuinely scared of us for the first time and tries to reason with us saying that this will affect us too like by having our memories erased or what not but we straight up tell him that we rather forget every single thing than to live with the constant trauma and the pain that comes from his existence.

However, he gets much more desperate and we decide to simply tell him that we’ll spare him if he apologizes and takes full responsibility for his actions and genuinely admits how abusive and wrong he was and takes full accountability. And bill being bill, he probably hesitates at first but time is running out so he finally does what we requested and he seems genuinely remorseful and promises several things like “I'Ll ChAnGe.”

“I wOn’T hUrT yOu AnYmOrE.”

“I'Ll HeAL eVeRyThInG aNd TrEaT yOu LiKe a GoDdEsS/GoD”

“But I have to be alive in order to do that! Please don’t kill me..” and we look like we’re genuinely content with what he’s said and we seem like we forgive him and we offer him a hand to help him up from the floor.

However, the moment when he grabs our hand and is fully convinced he managed to convince us to spare him, we’re like just kidding :) and we finally kill him.

And the last thing he sees before he passes is us smiling with our eyes closed. And it’s not like a sadistic smile, it’s more of a genuine and pure smile and it hits him hard because that’s the first time he’s ever seen us be genuinely happy and content in our entire time with him and the reason why we're in complete bliss and euphoria after going through hell is because he’s gone and we’re finally free.

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He's not sure whether he was being honest or not, so it's a bit hypocritical of him to be upset when he sees your face.

The last word you hear from Bill is a small, pathetic "please," before your own mind is burned away with him.

Perhaps if he's lucky, he'll be reincarnated as someone who was close with you, he decides, but the AXOLOTL does no such thing. Because no one understands his love for you. Not the frilly jerk who wishes to "shield" you, not the shrinks at the Theraprism who say he needs to learn how to have better relationships, not even you, who saw Bill as an abuser.

Such a strange pattern, how everyone else seems to think he's the problem. It's not his fault they can't understand his love.

...right?

[blackholesun321]

Shanks Doesn’t Have A Dream! And I Can Prove It!

Ok, y’all, can I talk my shit again? Because I have thoughts and feels about our good old one-armed favorite disaster of a party pirate, Akagami (Red-Haired) Shanks. I’m going to be completely honest: I may have had this rant before, but I can’t find it, and no one else has this take. I need to talk about my vision of him that I’m like 60/40 percent sure is correct canon-wise and would explain so many of his—let’s call them quirks.

I think one of Oda’s beliefs and the teachings that One Piece has so blatantly told us about, such as personal freedom, charting your own destiny, and making your own adventure along the way, are a reflection of Shanks’ character as someone who never got that chance and never would. That, to me, makes him one of the saddest characters in One Piece.

Let me cook here. I’m not going to cite anything because I don’t want to, and I do that enough already in college, so we’re running on trust me: I’ve read the manga and watched a lot of theory videos. So lock in because this is gonna be long.

Anyways, back to my thesis. Shanks is a character of contradictions. He was the youngest person to ever become a Yonko (but then Luffy came in), probably one of the strongest men of his generation. He regularly fought the world’s strongest swordsman for fun. He has a crew whose members each have over a million bounties on their own and are so physically or politically strong that they can stop a war in its tracks just by waltzing in and saying "stop." Not only that, he stopped Kaido in his tracks and made him turn around. His father was the Pirate King and claimed him as his successor; he could even be tied to the Celestial Dragons. He’s charismatic, and when things need to get done, he gets down to business.

On the other hand, he’s also a goofy guy who regularly gets blackout drunk, has a horrible sense of pant style, parties his life away, and thinks bullying kids is the height of comedy. He cares about his kid to the point that he forgets to be a responsible Yonko but also wants to fight him for the One Piece. He seems so blasé about everything but is obviously, in the background, making connections and being all sneaky about something; he has plans but also didn’t decide to go after the One Piece until after his prime. He’s been stagnant but moving and shaking around the world, all for some big ideal, some big plan, something huge.

It is my stance, idea, theory, if you will, that all this makes sense if you look at it from the viewpoint that nothing—not the planning, not stealing the fruit, not the power growth, or making his way to Yonko status, not building his crew, even the hurry-up-and-wait—he’s been doing all these years, his whole life? Is because he’s hasn’t made a single decision for himself since Gol D. Roger died.

Outrageous! You cry! Shanks, a man who supposedly spouts on about being free and charting your own course and being a pirate? Is none of those things? Impossible, you will say. I will ask you how you got into my house and to please leave. But aside from the pirate bit, yes, and I can prove this. Calm my chili-baby’s and listen.

Yes, Shanks had his life taken from his adventure, his destiny set and marked right before the Loguetown execution. It is my belief that all this can be laid at the feet of—drumroll, please—Gol D. Roger himself!

Gasp! Crying! Fainting in the audience! I know, what a twist. Let me explain. In a flashback, we see Roger talking about Ace. It was Roger’s belief that Ace (his child) would be the savior of the world, the new Joy Boy, destined to destroy the World Government with what they learned from the Poneglyphs and Laugh Tale. He believed their generation was too early and that the next would usher in the new world. Ace would be his true successor. A little narcissistic, but a man like Roger probably couldn’t help but be. Not just that but it probably felt prophetic he found Laugh Tale of course that had to mean something?He was also dying as it was and put things in place for Ace to survive. He told Garp where he was so Garp could take him away with Rouge—a safety net, that sure was useful. Once she ya know, died.

With the understanding that the next generation would usher in the new age, Roger took aside a thirteen-year-old Shanks and revealed everything. He told him about the birth of the new Joy Boy, everything about Laugh Tale, and how he believed his son would usher in this age. I believe he gave Shanks this purpose: to pass on the straw hat to his son and help him become a man strong enough to fight the World Government. I think little traumatized Shanks, who is about to lose his father and has had the weight of the world put on his shoulders, takes it to heart and buries everything he is to fulfill his captain's last wish. And that’s horrible. I’ll get into the psychological implications later, but holy shit, Roger, what the fuck? He’s thirteen! And about to watch you die!

But yeah, doesn’t this make sense? Why the hell when Buggy wanted to go after the One Piece, did Shanks hold back and say they should wait, losing his brother because he has a secret his captain entrusted him with. Why the hell did they know about the Gum Gum Fruit and were searching for it? Why did Shanks spend so long on a little island like Fousha in the East Blue? Not only was he looking for the fruit, but he was also looking for Ace! (And maybe Rouge.)

Why has he been making all these connections but doing jack shit with them? Why did he become a Yonko but claim no territory for fucking years on end and do nothing really with his status? Why does he rely on such a small crew of such powerful individuals? Why does he party his life away, seem almost aimless, and not start to go after the One Piece until Luffy reaches Gear 5?

Because he’s the one to pass on the legacy; he’s the placeholder, a cog in the proverbial machine that is fate. He made sure Joy Boy would exist. And now that the dominoes have been placed and are falling fast, he’s going to challenge Luffy and make sure he’s strong enough to fight for it—strong enough to take on the World Government, the Celestial Dragons, and Imu—and then hand him a big red button to help do it afterward. That button will be all the sneaky shit he’s been doing in the background.

He’s been the bridge between his captain and this new age. Sure, it was too early, but his influence rippled out through the people he trusted and touched in his life. The same way Rayleigh trained Luffy, knowing what he was preparing him for in the next part of his journey, waiting years for him to arrive at Sabaody.

And all that needed to happen was the dreams, adventures, and sacrifices of a young boy. It’s almost poetic—a son for a son (or sun, in this case). My therapist says I make light of dark shit so I don’t have to emotionally feel the pain.

And now we get into the sad portion of today’s episode. Prepare the tissues because this is why I think Shanks is one of the saddest characters in One Piece.

Because think about it: Shanks’s life was charted for him; his adventure and future were stolen, decided with the reveal of Laugh Tale and all the secrets around it—everything, all so the next generation could one day rise up and bring a new dawn. Shanks never got to have a dream because it was stolen from him. He’s a walking, talking empty automaton, fulfilling his captain's dying promise made by a grieving thirteen-year-old.

He is dreamless, and for a man who is, in some sense, the freest in the world—can go anywhere, can do anything, is powerful enough to stop wars—he’s still trapped, chained to a future he can only wait for.

I don’t think he knows who he is outside of this. I don’t think he thinks he’ll live beyond it. (Which like I will fucking cry because this is gonna be kinda true.) I don’t even want to call it an ambition. Duty, maybe. Damned promise, more likely. And it’s ruined every relationship outside of it he’s ever had. Aside from one—

(Don’t even get me started on him and Mihawk and miscommunication, failed expectations, and Mihawk being the epitome of everything Shanks isn’t. With his dream chasing to the ends of the world, ending up unfulfilled and alone. Finding companionship and what he thought were similar drives in each other, but once Shanks lost his arm and his hat, he realized Shanks was never fighting for something he wanted. And it broke him a little; it broke their relationship—one of the only relationships Shanks chose for himself, with nothing to do with his mission.

And Buggy—he gave up his brother, was forced to leave him alone, and couldn’t say anything, couldn’t tell him the truth, couldn’t destroy his dream. And he couldn’t even be selfish enough to make him stay. Like, oh my God, the drama.)

Doomed yaoi aside, the only thing and person I think that messed up his perfectly made plans is Luffy.

Sweet baby Luffy wasn’t so sweet before the Red Force arrived. In the manga, it is mentioned that he was an angry, bitter child, lashing out almost like Ace to a degree. But Shanks, by just being kind, by being good, and by reaching out and teasing this little ball of anger, transforms him, saves him in a way. He gives him a drive, a dream, and a morality to live by. He gives him everything he never got—everything stripped from him. Shanks turns him into the type of person a special kind of Devil Fruit might call out to and get eaten by.

Nika chose Luffy because Shanks saved him by just being good and kind, giving this kid something beyond his anger and bitterness. Shanks gave Luffy the idea of freedom, and in return, he allowed Shanks’s perfectly clear mission to shatter. I think this Shanks makes the first real decision in his life: he goes, "Fuck, well, we’re backing this horse now," and Luffy becomes his child—not his captain's, but his future to bet on and help grow.

And I fucking love that. Luffy saves him just as he saved Luffy, in a way. And that’s his kid, his successor, more than it ever was for Roger. I will die on this hill. (If you want, you can even look at it as Shanks finally choosing a dream all his own and it’s Luffy.)

Will Oda see it this way? Probably not. He has a habit of brushing off stuff like this; I think he’ll make Shanks’s character into a noble man dedicated to stopping the World Government and not even think about the implications of tying all that to him at such a young age. But I do think Shanks expects to die when Luffy comes to fight; I think he wants to, just how Mihawk wants to die from Zoro’s blades. Because what is there beyond this? (And again, parallels!)

And I believe he will live! (Not Mihawk—he's gonna die.) Shanks will live, and symbolically, Luffy will free him from this self-imposed duty, this promise made by a child. Shanks will have made, even unwittingly, the thing that would free him, allowing him to move forward in a world where all the purposes he needs to find are his own.

And holy shit, that’s a lot for him, but then Blackbeard will happen, and he’ll die only having known freedom for a short while. Luffy will cry and create a new dawn, and it won’t be for nothing—except it will be for everything to Shanks.

In conclusion, Shanks doesn’t have a dream of his own. He never had a dream; if he did, it was squashed out of him in order to fulfill a promise set by his father, Gol D. Roger.

He loses his brother, loses his control over his destiny, and as his father sets such things into motion, Ace, Roger’s child, will become the new Joy Boy.

He makes a connection with someone outside of that mission and purpose, and in doing so, creates the opportunity for his own freedom and his own choice in Luffy.

Later down the line, Nika/Luffy will eventually free him in the same way he created his own freedom back then, giving him a new choice going forward. They will free him from the mission that was placed on his shoulders as a thirteen-year-old child, and afterwards, he will consequently be killed by Blackbeard, and everything will be horrible, and we will all cry. The end.

I hope everyone enjoyed this thesis on Shanks. Feel free to use it and steal it to your hearts content. I would love to write more if anyone has any questions or things they want to ask; I will be opening up my ask box for questions. I would love to go into more detail on his relationship with Luffy, his rivalry with Blackbeard, and how that ties into all of this, as well as his relationship with Mihawk (fuck man the parallels!!) or maybe Buggy. (Which I have less on it’s just really tragic.)

[atinylittlepain]

Little Pinch

nurse!marcus pike x f!reader

she needs to get bloodwork done. one small problem, getting bloodwork done never goes well for her, especially not when she's distracted by the very kind, very handsome nurse doing it.

wordcount | 3.3K

content info | 18+ discussions of getting bloodwork that includes needles, fainting, nausea, mostly fluff, nurse marcus to the rescue, this is just a fun time, also an un-beta'd time so like, be nice pls

a/n | shoutout to the girls (gn) that pass out every time they get blood work done (me). I have to get new labs tomorrow morning, and writing this is how I coped with that prospect :') this one is for the fainters, the thin veiners, the "just do it in my hand"-ers - i see you, i am you, gawd bless

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Here’s the thing, this never goes well. It wasn’t always like this though. She has a vague memory of being a kid and taking it like a perfect champ, testing for mono after a rash of cases at school. But then, well, something changed. 

It runs in her family. Thin veins that are hard for even the best nurses to find, lots of oh, I just lost it, and well, let’s try your other arm, and always, ultimately, hands? Should we try the hands? No, the nurses never listen when she tells them to just start with the hands, and without fail, somewhere around the third or fourth time they try to get the needle in, a cold sweat breaks, and the room starts to filter through a fuzzy pinhole of vision. It’s embarrassing, she thinks, because, really, she has no problem with needles. Can watch it go in, no issues with piercings, et cetera, et cetera, but getting blood drawn? Yeah, forget about it. She usually comes to with paperwork around her feet that she had been holding, and a well-meaning nurse pressing a damp paper towel to her forehead and breathing the remnants of her lunch over her face and alright, hon? Usually a box of apple juice and an escort out to her car to make sure she doesn’t go offline again. 

The other thing is, unfortunately, she’s pretty sure her little fainting, fading thing has gotten worse over the years. A conditioned response, she thinks, that cold sweat starts the second she walks into the waiting room, already anticipating what comes next. And today, well, even worse than some of the others. Twelve hours fasted, and no, that certainly won’t help her case, no matter how much water she downed before she came here, no matter how tight she squeezes her fist in the hopes of pumping even one vein up enough to be tenable. She looks at the woman sitting across from her in the waiting room, reading a back-ordered issue of Cosmo, flipping and flippant and really, why can’t she be like that? Why can’t she be normal like that? Instead, her heel is doing a frantic tap, whole leg jerking with it, and everytime she checks her watch she feels her heart creep a little further up into her throat. 

If she’s being honest, she thought about canceling her labs. No, doc, all good, doc, don’t need to know, doc. And then a friend pointed out, frustratingly, that avoidance is only going to make it worse. Right, so, right, so right, so, here she is. And here’s the nurse opening the door and right, calling her name, and it’s a man nurse, male nurse, though she’s pretty sure she’s not being PC by making that specification in her mind because really, twenty-first century, and really, anyone can be a nurse. But not anyone, right? Lots of schooling, right? Right. She realizes a bit too late that she hadn’t responded to the nurse calling her name, jerking up out of her chair and trying for a smile that she thinks probably looks more like constipation. And that’s just great because now man nurse, sorry, just nurse, probably thinks she’s constipated and she’d rather not have the, actually, very handsome, just nurse, thinking that on top of whatever she’s got going on that necessitates lab work she also can’t take a shit. Right. 

“We’re going to be in this room right here.” Handsome just nurse has a nice voice too, deep but kind, and a strong jawline, and a patchy beard but she likes that it’s patchy, and he’s tan and he’s got one of those big watches that tells you how hard your heart was beating on your run and he probably runs in the afternoon after clocking out of the needle-in-arms gig and that’s probably why he’s so tan, probably has a golden retriever who runs with him too, because he looks like a golden retriever guy, dark flop of wavy hair and that smile and oh, oh, he just asked her a question and now she’s supposed to answer it. 

“I’m sorry, could you say that again?” He smiles, nods, being nice, at least, about her whole scared prey animal situation. She presses her palm down hard on her knee to keep it from bouncing any more. 

“It says on this order that these labs need to be taken fasted. Can you confirm to me that you haven’t had anything to eat or drink besides water in the last twelve hours?” Oh yes, yep, she can confirm that for you, Marcus, his name is Marcus, says so on his little lanyard badge. Thanks for the easy one, Marcus, pitch right down the middle, Marcus, with your nice smile and your clipboard and your, well, needles and tubes. But before he can get started with his, well, needles and tubes, she makes a strangled, sort of despondent sound because in situations like these, she comes with a warning label. 

“I should let you know I have, um, bad veins? Honestly, you can just start with my hands, I don’t mind it. And also, I’m a fainter, yeah, so, it happens every time, just so you know.” And usually, usually, her spiel is given very little notice, mmmokay, hon. Sure, they’ll lay her back, how merciful, so she doesn’t crack her skull open on the way out of conscious orbit. That’s about it, though. But this time, she thinks, might just be different.

“Okay, thank you for giving me the heads up. If you’re sure you’re alright with starting with the hands then it’s fine by me to get it done that way.” So, so fine, Marcus, and maybe, just maybe, she thinks she might not pass out this time. He sets the exam table at a reclined angle and she wills her rigid spine to settle against it, trying to find the balance between breathing so deeply she starts to get light headed, and not breathing at all. In case you were wondering, yes, she is on medication for anxiety, it just doesn’t seem to presently be working. 

“Just gonna feel around a bit here for a good one.” She only feels a little insane for the kick and clench in her heart when he takes her one hand in both of his, because he’s just palpating the back of her hand to find, as he said, a good one. Yes, the word for it is palpating, and there is certainly nothing romantic nor, hello, sexual about anything that’s called palpating. But, hey, taking wins where she can get them, and even through the latex gloves, his hands are warm and big and very know what they’re doing about the whole thing. And she’s no expert, obviously, but he’s got a very nice, very visible vein in his forearm, and she bets phlebotomists love him, bets that when he gets blood drawn, he’s in and out no problem, bets that even she could draw blood from him. Nope, nothing sexual about that, nothing weird about that, right? Right. Nothing sexual either, when he ties off the tight band around her arm and she watches his one bicep flex a little with the effort. 

“I can count you down, or you can look away and I’ll just get it done, whichever you prefer.”

“Uh, no preference, I’ll just look away and you can do whatever you want to me.” Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ. She realizes exactly what she just said a bit too late, him, Marcus, nice nurse Marcus, letting out a laugh that fizzles out into a cough. Great, now she’s made her fucking phlebotomist uncomfortable, possibly one of the last people you want to make uncomfortable. But if that, whatever that was, lingers, he doesn’t show it, already swiping an antiseptic wipe over the back of her hand and pulling his little cart of tubes closer to himself. And she knows this part, she’s good at this part, letting her eyes sweep up and to the right, because he’s on her left, and willing whatever vein he decided is a good one to stay a good one. Little pinch, little prayer, she lets out a held breath when he says a quiet alright and keeps the needle exactly where it is. Hallelujah.

“This might take a little longer, just because we’re drawing from your hand.”

“I’ll bleed as fast as I can then.” At the very least, he laughs, even though she wishes she had kept that one to herself. 

“Do you live around here?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Sorry, I’m trying to distract you.” 

“Didn’t they teach you how to do that in like, phlebotomy school?” She still has her eyes turned up and away, only a little wince when he switches out one tube for another. He hums at her question.

“Not really, I could ask you about the weather, is that better?” 

“It’s cloudy. Not much of a conversation starter.” 

“Well, why don’t you ask me something, since you’re such an expert on starting conversations.”

“Do you have a golden retriever?”

“What?”

“Sorry, you just, you look like the kind of guy who’d have a golden retriever.” Another tube clicks into place, but she’s not paying any attention to that now. 

“Uh, no, no golden retriever. I do however have a very old, very deaf pit mix named Lucille.” Goddamnit, somehow that’s hotter than the golden retriever. 

“Great name.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. She came with it when I adopted her.” God. Fucking. Damn it. What next, is he a volunteer firefighter on the weekends?

“Alright, that’s the last one.”

“Wait, really?” She chances a skittish glance but, sure enough, the needle is out.

“Yep, just let me get a band-aid for you and you’re all set.” Is he? Is she? Really? Going to make it out of here with no blackout? She considers, very briefly, as Marcus is smoothing a band-aid over the back of her hand, whether it’s possible to put a phlebotomist on retainer. 

“If you want to sit for a minute and make sure you’re feeling alright before getting up that’s totally fine. I can also get you water or juice if you’re getting lightheaded.” 

“Oh, no, I’m fine actually. Which, hey, thanks for not making me faint and stuff– that’s a first for me in a very long–” Oh, oh, stops herself mid-compliment because oh, oh, maybe stood up too fast, because the room is going a little dark, a little sideways, cold prickle and nauseous and–

“Easy, easy, I’m gonna help you sit up, okay?” His voice is a little fuzzy around the edges. To be honest, he’s a little fuzzy around the edges, though she knows right away what happened. No, not her first rodeo, like she blinked and then came to in a strange sprawl on the end of the exam table. Marcus presents a dixie cup to her, holds it right in her line of sight because clearly, she’s still a little slumped, still a little vacant, and a little warm, actually, which is new, and a little pleasant, and, oh, it’s because his arm is curled around her shoulders, firm palm held there to help her sit up. Oh. He smells like clorox and something woodsy, and it shouldn’t, but it kind of works. 

“You feeling okay?”

“Mmmhmm.” She’s afraid of what might come out of her mouth if she doesn’t keep her lips pressed in a thin line, mmhmms again when he asks if she can sit up on her own, only a little despondent when he takes his arm away. 

“So, you really weren’t kidding about that happening every time, huh?” 

“Nope, wish I was. It’s– I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“That you had to deal with that.”

“You don’t have to be sorry about that, it’s part of the job. And actually, you fainted about as perfectly as I could’ve asked you to.”

“I didn’t know you could faint like, well.” 

“Right before you went down you said I’m gonna faint. That’s a lot better than getting no heads up and turning around to find my patient unresponsive on the ground.” 

“Oh gee, I bet you say that to all your patients.” Lord, if there was ever a time to put her out of her misery it’d be now. She probably still looks green from her little trip to outer space but sure, flirt with Marcus, handsome nurse Marcus who just watched you absolutely eat it. Kick your feet and bat your eyelashes while you’re at it. 

“I take it you’re feeling better then? Are you okay to walk out to the front desk?” And the rest is, mercifully, easy. He walks her to the front desk, squeezes her shoulder and gives her a good job today that she likes a little too much. She makes a mental note to herself to never come back to this clinic for any future bloodwork, lest she make a fool of herself all over again in front of a man who, with any luck, she will never see again. 

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“Yes, this is she speaking.” This is she speaking in the middle of the cereal aisle with a half-filled grocery basket at her feet. She sets her gaze on a hyper-realized image of a granola cluster (now with real strawberries!) while the woman on the other end of the phone tells her that her lab results came in and were sent over to her doctor. 

“Oh, great, thank you for letting me know. Do you know– did things look okay?” 

“We don’t interpret the results, ma’am. Your doctor will go over that with you.” She doesn’t quite catch that, doesn’t catch the woman’s ma’am? either, a little preoccupied with staring down the aisle, because is that? Is he? He looks good out of the scrubs. 

“Ma’am?”

“Sorry, no, um, of course. Thanks again.” If the woman had anything else to tell her, it’s a little too late for it, already hung up, and she’s trying to decide if she wants him to see her, or if fleeing immediately is the best course of action. He probably wouldn’t even recognize her, she thinks. It’s been a couple of weeks since the whole ordeal. And actually, she’d prefer if he didn’t recognize her. Oh yeah, the one who, well, ate it. But it seems the choice has already been made for her, because he saw her, walking down the aisle toward her, with his chin tilted down and part of a smile like he isn’t sure, but he’s pretty sure. He says her name like a question. Guilty as charged.

“Marcus, right?” Like she forgot his name, ha. His smile stretches, a little brighter, palm to the nape of his neck, and while she got the golden retriever part wrong, she totally clocked the rest, watch on his wrist and nice-looking athletic shorts and just-right-tight t-shirt with the little swoosh on the chest. She thinks his hair might even be a little sweat-damp, curled ends nearly getting in his eyes. In other words, she’s a goner. 

“How have you been since we– you, well–”

“Since I passed out on you?” Yeah, that, he laughs out and yeah, she likes him, sue her. 

“Just for the record, I believe it was you who said I passed out perfectly, so.” Shrug, so, he takes a step closer, leans in a little like he’s going to tell her a secret. In the cereal aisle, of all places. 

“Just for the record, I really don’t say that to all my patients.”

“No?”

“Nope, just the nervous, pretty ones.”

“I was not nervous.”

“You weren’t?”

“Nope.”

“Are you just gonna blow past the other thing?”

“What thing?”

“The pretty thing.”

“Yep.” Something a little giddy, like being back in high school, shared, shit-eating and smug grins. He shakes his head and she rolls her lips back in her mouth to stop her smile from getting any cheesier. 

“So, you do live around here then?” 

“Mm, yeah, I do. And so do you?”

“I do.”

“Nice, nice.”

“Lovely weather we’re having.”

“Wow.” 

“What? I’m making conversation.”

“You’re still not very good at it.”

“I’ll keep working on it for you.”

“Sure, okay. What kind of cereal do you get?”

“What kind do you think I get?”

“You look like a Kashi guy, if I’m honest.”

“Somehow I feel insulted.”

“Well.”

“You’re not even right either.” 

“No? What do you get then?” He just smiles, steps away and reaches up to the top of the shelf and she is very grateful to General Mills for being located on the top shelf because his shirt rides up just enough to see a bare hip. In cheerios we trust. 

“Apple cinnamon, seriously?”

“What? It’s a classic.”

“Actually, you know what, that tracks.” 

“What do you get?” She waggles her basket in front of him in response, goods already procured. 

“Peanut butter chex, respectable choice.”

“Thank you, thank you.” 

“You know, I’d say we’re pretty good at this conversation thing.”

“Yeah, we’re not bad.”

“Do you want to do this again sometime? Not in the cereal aisle?”

“What, you mean like in the produce section?” He smiles at that, rolls his eyes, his basket lightly bonking against hers. 

“I was thinking more like dinner, or drinks if that’s your thing?” 

“I might be free on Saturday.”

“I might also be free on Saturday.” 

“Well, sounds like we’re both free on Saturday.”

“Can I get your number?” His lockscreen is a picture of a dog. Lucille, he tells her, before she was very old and very deaf. She can’t help how big her smile gets at that. 

“Text me, and we’ll do this whole conversation thing again.” I will, he says, phone tucked back into his pocket, though he seems to think twice before asking her can I see something really quick. Not entirely sure what he means when she nods, but then his hand sort of hovers over her forearm, may I? He really does have nice hands, she doesn’t think twice about nodding again. 

“Oh yeah, we didn’t have to use your hand. I could have totally gotten it from here.” His hand curled around her elbow and his thumb lightly pressing into what she can only assume is a vein, and he says it so earnestly that she can’t help the incredulous laugh that rises up in her chest. 

“Really? You’re still stuck on that, huh?” He smiles something sheepish, pad of his thumb rubbing an apology into her skin before pulling away. She didn’t really want him to pull away.

“Sorry, occupational hazard, I guess.” 

“Kinda weird, you know.”

“Did I just ruin this whole thing?”

“Mmm, no, I kinda like it.”

“So, Saturday?”

“Looking forward to it, Marcus.” 

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

Sorry if I’m a bother, if that’s the case feel free to skip over this one.

I freaking loved it! I’m now inspired to draw Sam with the overlords now! If it’s not too much trouble could I ask for Zestial, Charlie and the rest of the hotel’s reactions to Sam?

(Ooo!😳 what if for Angel’s it’s Valentino who tries to hurt him?! That could get messy!)

A/n: Nah dude you're fine! Though I don't write for Zestial (not that that's your fault I keep forgetting to put that in the rules.)

Warnings (?): nothing major happens but Val's here so warning for abuse. Also, Alastor is hurt in Husk's part and Val is hurt in Angel's part, it's nothing graphic but if you don't want to read about that skip those parts.

!!!not proofread!!!

Charlie: Just as cuddly as you! Gladly accepts any candy from you. She ends up getting candy from the hotel for you. Let's you tag along if it's safe (or at least what she assumes you can handle.) Despite being the princess of Hell it's a known fact that she's a pushover and usually refuses to use her powers. So it's not that much of a surprise when someone attacks her. What is a surprise is how you react. I'm going to be honest, she is at least a little scared of you now. Though she's pretty sure you'd only attack people when they hurt your friends. We’re about 80% sure they're harmless.

Vaggie: She ain't too keen on cuddles, but isn't totally against it. She's not great with kids when they're just chilling so she doesn't know what to do. Also, she isn't one for sweets but appreciates the gesture. You remind her of Charlie in a weird way (but like platonic obviously.) Vaggie got some crayons for today's bonding activity when some random sinner attacked Vaggie. Before Vaggie could defend herself the sinner was ripped off of her. She just stared dumbfounded as you took care of the sinner. Well, there goes her thinking you're like Charlie. I mean sure you seemed sweet when somebody attacked a person you liked. You became terrifying and did anything to defend them- wait never mind you're more like Charlie now.

Angel Dust: Kinda creeped out by you before you do anything tbh. You follow him around nearly everywhere and keep offering him candy, despite barely knowing each other. But he understands you're a kid and may have a hard time showing you care, but he sets a ground rule: NEVER follow him to work. It's not a place for kids to be, and you followed that! Valentino just couldn't keep his hands off Angel even out of the studio. You too were just at a park, it was night so no one was really around. Until Valentino spotted Angel, you didn't hear any of the words that were said between them. But you did see Valentino hit Angel and that was the end of that. Seeing you almost kill Valentino was horrifying but also very cathartic. After the initial shock wears off you get about 20 bags of candy and however much cuddle time you want.

Husk: He's pretty blunt about finding you off-putting. But you don't seem to care and still follow him around like a lost puppy. The fact that him insulting you didn't sour your opinion of him even a little bit concerns him. So he starts to look after you. Not because he cares about you! Just because it'd be messed up to let a kid get manipulated no matter who they are. He totally cares about you. He gives chocolate milk or any sweet drink you like at the bar. One day Husk decided to stand up to Alastor which seemed to be a huge mistake on Husk's part. It would have been if it wasn't for you walking in on the scene. The threats were made good on. Just towards Alastor instead of him doing them. Husk is a little shaken up but hey he's probably free now. Gets you any candy you want and shows you a shit ton of card tricks.

Niffty: Tbh I don't have much to say about her. She finds you interesting but doesn't give you much thought. Though eventually when you protect her she returns your affection. Because you are scary and small which are both things she is.

Sir Pentious: (this is while he's in hell btw) Not great with kids. Like I don't think the egg bois are kids but even if they are the only experience he has with kids is his minions. But he does try! He does care for kids. He'll get you candy and cuddle if you want. He used to try to take over territories a lot. He always failed but he still made a lot of enemies that way. So when one of them finds him and tries to hurt him while you're around? I mean if he still wants that territory he can definitely take it now. To be honest I think he'd find you cool, even if you're more than a little scary.

[honestlydarkprincess]

so let the words slip out of your mouth

buck & eddie || rated: g || wc: 1.7k || read on ao3

Buck wasn’t trying to hide from Eddie. Really, he wasn’t. It’s just….every time Buck tried to get the words out he clammed up. He was pretty sure that Eddie thought there was something wrong with him, he’d been giving Buck increasingly worried looks over the last couple weeks.

Eddie had overheard Hen telling him that she would add him to the queer LAFD group chat— not she had said what the group chat was for at the time— and he’d given Buck a weird look, as he knew how much Buck hated group chats. Buck was also sure that Eddie had noticed the look on Bobby’s face when he looked at Buck sometimes, like he was proud of him, happy for him. It never failed to warm Buck from head to toe but he knew it made Eddie curious. The worst was probably Chimney, who, after a few too many weird goodbyes, had stopped saying bye altogether and had taken to saying adios.

So Eddie definitely knew something was up with Buck, but Buck was pretty sure he didn’t know what.

Buck was sitting at his table, staring into space as he contemplated how to tell Eddie. Tommy had just left— they’d had a nice romantic date before Tommy had to leave due to an early shift the next morning and Buck was still giddy over their date. Things were good between him and Tommy. Solid. They’d only been dating for a few weeks but Buck was over the moon and he was really excited to see where things were going to go between them.

A soft knock sounded at his door, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Buck went to answer it, figuring it was Tommy. “You forget something?” He asked as he opened the door.

Only it wasn’t Tommy, it was Eddie. “Hey, Buck. Can we talk?”

“Y-yeah, of course,” Buck stumbled over his words, moving to the side so Eddie could come in. Buck swallowed roughly as he shut the door behind him. Looks like they’d be having this conversation whether he was ready or not. “What do you want to talk about?”

Eddie just gave him a look. “You know what.”

Buck sighed. “I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, Eds. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Eddie pressed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “If I’m being honest, Buck, I don’t really know what’s going on. I just know that everyone at work is acting weird, like they’re in on this secret and I’m not, and I’ve tried to figure it out, trust me. But I can’t. What could be so bad that you can’t tell me?”

“It’s not bad, I promise,” Buck said earnestly. “There’s nothing wrong, I’ve just…figured some things out.”

“Okay…” Eddie trailed off, looking at Buck when he didn’t elaborate. “What things?”

“It’s that— I’m—” Buck tried, swallowing against the lump in his throat. His heart was beating so fast, just like it had the first time he came out. You’d think all the practice he’d had would have made it easier but something about coming out to Eddie made everything feel so much more.

“Is it that you’re hanging out with Tommy? I saw him leave. You guys don’t have to hide it,” Eddie said, his brow furrowed. “It’s not like I’d be upset. A little bummed that I’m not invited but not upset,” Eddie chuckled, although his laughter trailed off when Buck just stood there.

“Tommy and I…” Buck started, clearing his throat. “We are hanging out but we’re not friends.”

“How does that work?” Eddie looked adorably confused.

“Eds, we’re dating.”

“Oh,” Eddie said, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Buck said, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “So I’m…the news is that I’m bisexual. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment, digesting the new information while Buck fidgeted in front of him. “So…when we ran into you at the pizza place…you guys were on a date, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, it was our first,” Buck mumbled, unable to keep a small smile from gracing his lips. The date had been a little tense and a whole lot awkward when Eddie and Marisol interrupted but then Tommy had walked him back to his door and kissed him and Buck had melted, throwing himself into the kiss. They’d found their footing and it hadn’t been awkward since.

“Shit, Buck, I’m so sorry, we totally interrupted,” Eddie looked dismayed.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know,” Buck reassured.

“I’m still sorry,” Eddie said quietly. “And I’m sorry for storming over here and basically forcing you to tell me. You clearly didn’t want to and I made you and I’m just, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, no,” Buck said, his brow furrowing as he took a step closer to Eddie. “You didn’t make me do anything, I was always going to tell you, I was just having a hard time finding the words.”

Eddie let out a sigh of relief and closed the distance between them, pulling Buck into a bear hug. Buck hugged back just as tightly, letting out a shuddering breath when Eddie whispered, “I’m proud of you, Buck. Thanks for telling me.”

“You’re welcome,” Buck mumbled back. A quick fleeting thought dashed across his mind that Eddie’s arms felt so good around him, something he’d always known but now it was at the forefront of his mind. It felt different now and Buck felt a tendril of confusion. Why did hugging his best friend feel different now? Why did it feel better? Like something was slotting together? Buck shook his head as he pulled away from the hug, trying to physically shake away the thoughts. He wasn’t ready to think about that. “I’m surprised you’re here so late, where’s Chris?”

“Ah,” Eddie looked sheepish. “We had a bit of a fight and he wanted space so Tia Pepa said she’d take him for the night.”

“Oh? About what?” Buck was confused, the amount of times Eddie and Christopher had fought was a very small number.

Eddie sighed. “It’s dumb, you probably don’t want to hear it,” He tried to brush it off. “Let’s talk about more important things: so, you and Tommy?”

Buck ducked his head, blushing. “Yeah, me and Tommy.”

“That’s great, Buck, I’m really happy for you,” Eddie said. A quick expression flitted across his face, too quick for Buck to decipher it, before Eddie gave him a genuine smile.

“Thanks, Eds,” Buck murmured, a pleased glow lighting up his face. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know but first, talk to me about Chris. What did you fight about, is he okay?” Buck was concerned for his favourite Diaz.

“He’s not Marisol’s biggest fan,” Eddie sighed, scrubbing his jaw. “He doesn’t like that she’s been babysitting him so much— which is on me, I’ve been going out a lot with Tommy, especially that first couple of weeks and now, I just— I guess I have to figure that out.”

“Shit, Eddie, I’m sorry,” Buck said, his voice soft with sympathy. “You want a beer?”

“God, yes please,” Eddie blew out a breath, coming to sit down at the island in Buck’s kitchen. Buck placed an opened beer in front of him and then opened one for himself. “Thanks, Buck.” Eddie said gratefully, taking a hearty sip.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t even know,” Eddie said, picking at the beer bottle label. “If I’m being honest, I’m not…really feeling it? Like, it was exciting at first and she’s nice but that’s…that’s it. I don’t feel a spark with her, y’know? I don’t really feel anything for her. I guess that’s why I kind of blew up at Chris, because I felt guilty that I wasn’t actually upset that he didn’t like her.”

“If you want me to talk to him, just let me know,” Buck offered.

“That would be great, I’d really appreciate that.”

“No problem,” Buck smiled before he took a deep breath, steeling himself for his next question. “Speaking of Christopher, Eddie can I….can I tell him? About me?”

Eddie looked at him in surprise. “Buck, of course. You don’t even have to ask. Besides, he’s…” Eddie trailed off, looking at Buck with soft eyes. “He’s your kid too.”

Buck swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat, feeling tears sting his eyes. “Y-yeah?”

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie grinned.

“You’ve never said that before,” Buck said shyly.

“To be honest I thought you knew,” Eddie’s voice was gentle. “You’re his guardian if anything happens to me.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s mine,” Buck countered, looking down at his hands.

“It does to me,” Eddie replied firmly, so there was so ifs, ands, or buts. “He’s ours.”

“Ours,” Buck tested the word out, liking the way it sounded. “Okay. Ours.”

Eddie’s smile could outshine the sun and Buck felt his heart skip a beat, just like it always did when Eddie smiled at him.

The two of them were quiet for a minute, basking in the comfortable silence while they sipped their beer, before Buck eventually spoke up. “How do you think I should tell him?”

“That you’re bi?” Eddie asked and Buck nodded. “I’d just say it straight.”

Buck laughed. “Well, I don’t know if I can say it straight.”

Eddie chuckled. “You’re going to be making all the puns now, aren’t you?” His voice was unbearably fond and Buck wanted to wrap himself around the glow it lit inside him. “You know what I meant. Just say it outright, you know he’ll support you. You may have to explain what bisexual means but honestly I think he’s going to be very casual about it. Plus, he likes Tommy so you know he’s going to be excited that you’re dating.”

“Okay, great,” Buck’s shoulders relaxed and he let out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Buck,” Eddie said. “Now come on, let’s finish these while we watch a shitty movie.”

“Sounds good,” Buck said warmly, following Eddie to the couch. And it did— sound good. He felt better than he had in weeks now that Eddie knew and was okay with it— just like Buck had always known he would be, but that small part of him that worried was loud. As Buck leaned back against the couch while they flicked through the movie options, he felt complete. And very, very free.

[sluttywonwoo]

can't stop thinking about the guys(skz,svt and atz I have too much free time) cumming too soon like what would make them cum and how would they react why do I wanna cry bro idk

i wanna cry too it’s ok (answering for svt in this ask but if u wanna see one of the other groups send another)

seungcheol: it doesn’t happen to him often… maybe when he’s tired or it’s been a while and when it does, he turns it around on you lmfao like “why did you clench like that, you know what it does to me” >:(

jeonghan: if his dick is in your mouth… he’s probably cumming. like seungcheol, how is it his fault that your mouth feels that good?? he’d be embarrassed though and make it up to you by eating you out (which he was going to do anyway)

joshua: he’s usually pretty good about slowing down when he gets too close but sometimes even that isn’t enough to stop him from cumming and he’s filling you up without warning. his voice is so raspy as he mumbles apologies into your mouth. he knows you think it’s hot but he’s still embarrassed by it.

jun: it’s like a game he plays with himself, thinking he can last even when he can’t. edging himself until it becomes too much. he’s more frustrated by it than anything. he’s just like “damn, sorry babe” but will keep fucking you through his own oversensitivity to make you cum

soonyoung: can happen at the drop of a hat tbh. he’s got crazy stamina but for him that means he can go again and again even right after cumming (and that’s what he does)

wonwoo: it only happens when he’s been teasing you for so long that he’s incredibly worked up too and can’t help himself. so so embarrassed but pushes it down and plays it off. he’d punish you instead since it is your fault (ahem jeongcheol) and overstimulate you until he’s ready to go again

jihoon: it usually happens when you’re on top. something about you riding him makes jihoon lose control… and when he does, he can’t even bring himself to look at you for a couple of minutes. this is easily fixed, though, because you just have to get him hard again and he’ll forget all about the embarrassment (for the time being)

seokmin: if we’re being honest, he could cum from just your hand feeling him up over his pants. he’s just so into you and it’s easy for him to get carried away with how good your touch feels. but next thing you know he’s literally moaning apologies into your cunt as he eats you out

mingyu: most likely to happen for him if he’s fucking you raw… which is a problem in of itself but he’s usually able to pull out in time to just cum all over you. it makes a mess but it’s safer than the alternative and he’ll spend the next several minutes sheepishly cleaning you up while you lay there unimpressed.

minghao: he can make quickies quick. if you don’t have a lot of time, he puts all of his focus on cumming as fast as possible and sometimes it happens too fast. he likes to make you cum first so it always makes him feel guilty if he’s finishing way earlier than you, but he’ll drop to his knees and finish you off before you can even register what’s happened.

seungkwan: he loves praise but he also gets super flustered by it so if you’re praising him a lot in bed he might just lose it. it isn’t very common for him but when it does happen he tries to be casual about it. for him, being casual means pretending like nothing happened and adopting a very high voice all of the sudden and muttering “everything’s fine” to himself repeatedly as he rummages through your bedside drawer for your vibrator

vernon: man is easy. seeing your boobs is enough to get him fully hard… meaning you sitting on his dick is enough to make him cum. it isn’t unheard of for vernon to cum as soon as you sink down onto his lap. he gets so red and frantic, yelling at you to get off of him but usually it’s already too late. luckily, he’s got a short refractory period and a humiliation kink so he’s ready to go again in no time.

chan: he can be a bit too confident. it’s always endearing but chan talks a big game and can’t always deliver. when he cums too early and gets all embarrassed, it’s easy for you to pick up the slack and take over. chan submits to you so easily after he’s made a fool of himself (in his eyes) and you love every second of it.

[urauntiefaye]

First time with p1harmony?

First time with p1harmony?🔞

WC: 351 

TW: Smut, virginity lost, some nicknames (baby is all there really is) 

A/N: Smut below the line, sorry if it's short and sloppy I may rewrite this later tbh 😭

Keeho

Losing your virginity to Keeho can go one of both ways I think. I see him being super gentle and serious for the most part, he wants you to enjoy it. I don’t see him being a virgin if we’re being honest here, but I feel like he would do whatever he can to make sure you're comfortable. I see him being really big, so foreplay is a must with this dude. Now even though I say he might be serious for the most part, there’s another part where he’ll try to crack some jokes to help you become more comfortable. All in all, it’s a very wholesome and chill night when you have your first time with him.

Theo

LISTEN, I have a feeling he’s a virgin so you’re probably losing it together, but he finds it so romantic that you’re losing yalls virginity together. He sets out rose petals and candles, definitely a giver, he wants his baby to be a pillow princess and he will get it. I don’t know why it's just the vibes I get. Obviously he wouldn’t mind if you want to please him too, but he has to pleasure you at least twice. 

Jiung

Cheeky bastard #2, he gets maaad cheeky when he finds out you’re a virgin, he will have to hold back but like Keeho he tries his best to make sure your comfortable. But be prepared for him to say sly shit like “never had a cock this big before huh? Oh wait, that’s right you never had dick before huh?” he will tease you but it’s in a loving way I promise. 

Intak

UGH CHEEKY BASTARD #1. I don’t know if he’s also a virgin or if he’s just really good at pretending, but baby boy will have to hold back, he will start going really rough forgetting you’re a virgin but it’s because you just feel so good around him that he forgets. Be prepared to tell him to slow down, and to be careful. When you say you’re ready he’s on you like a dog in heat. 

[bad268]

Waking Up in Vegas (Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope, Vegas inspired

Warnings: Hungover, alcohol, brief joke about cheating

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1762

Summary: Chaotic wins mean forgotten proposals and spontaneous marriages.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(@/Max's insta from April 14, 2022)

“Did we get hitched last night?” Was not the question you thought to be asking yourself after you woke up hungover from the grand prix after-party. The Las Vegas Grand Prix after-party, that is.

Your head was still pounding to the point you could still feel the bass and vibrations from the music the night before. It was an unexpected win for Max since he started on the third row (rare), but when the silver arrows collided (replay 2016) and Ferarri fucked up Charles’s strategy, it only took a few laps to get in front of Lando. The raw speed of Max’s Red Bull was still not comparable to the McLaren. That’s what led to you both getting fucked at a popular nightclub on the strip. In all honesty, you were not even sure how you made it back to your hotel room, but you were not going to question it.

“I don’t think so, but I don’t remember,” Max groaned, turning to hide his face in your neck. “I bet Daniel would know. He’s probably the one who got us back. Either him or Charles.”

“I ask because I’m wearing a ring,” you chuckled as you looked at your left hand. Max’s head shot out of your neck to see the ring. His eyes widened immediately, causing you to get concerned. “Do you remember anything from last night? It’s all blank for me.”

“No,” he trailed off. He hesitated for a minute as he looked up to meet your eyes before dropping his head again with a shy smile as his face heated up. “I just…”

“You can be honest, Max,” you gently pushed. You moved down on the bed, so you were leaning on your side, face to face with Max. “Unless it was cheating. In that case, I would rather remain blissfully unaware.”

“No, it’s not that,” he laughed nervously.

“Then, it cannot be as bad as you think,” you reassured. “Trust me. You can tell me anything. Nothing could top walking in on Daniel singing, ‘She Keeps Me Up,’ in Austin last year. That was awkward.”

“No, it’s not that bad,” he laughed sincerely this time as he finally brought himself to look into your eyes. “I recognize the ring.”

“Oh, is it yours?” You asked back immediately, moving to take the jewelry off. “You can have it back.”

“No! I mean yes!” He rushed, grabbing your hand to stop you from removing the ring. “What I’m saying is I bought the ring for you, schat (darling).” He stopped to give you a minute to register the information. Your eyes grew wide as the gears in your head started to turn.

“You bought it for me?” You whispered back, looking back at your hand which is still being held by Max.

“I mean, I would have wanted to remember if I proposed, but I guess it worked out either way,” he chuckled, becoming shy again.

“Then ask me again,” you replied, pulling back to sit up in bed. You realized that you were wearing one of Max’s shirts, yet you still could not remember anything from the night before. You pushed that from your mind as you continued reassuring Max. “If you’re so pressed about it, ask me again. Right now.”

“I had a whole day planned out,” He jokingly whined, moving to sit up as well. This is when you noticed that Max was wearing grey sweatpants while shirtless.

“Well, now I’ll be expecting it,” You joked back, reaching out to hold both of his hands. “I don’t need anything extravagant. I just want you, Max.”

“If I ask you to marry me now, we’d need to either plan the wedding quickly to do it over the winter break or wait a year,” Max pointed out with a sigh.

“Max, you're forgetting where we are,“ You laughed, “We’re in Vegas!”

“Our families will go crazy if they find out we got married in Vegas, and they weren’t here for it, liefde (love),” Max chuckled as he shook his head. He wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you onto his lap, leaning his head onto your shoulder as he held you.

“I highly doubt your dad will care,” You retorted quickly, placing your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you. “And it’s not like we will not have a ceremony eventually. I don’t really want to have a whole wedding, but we could host a party during the summer break with all of our friends and family. We could make vows for it too. We wouldn’t be rushed to plan a wedding or wait a whole year for it. Plus, I want your last name as soon as possible.”

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Max joked as he leaned in to place a short kiss on your lips. “I would have proposed a lot sooner if I knew.”

“I thought I was dropping enough hints! It’s been seven years, Max!” You chuckled, leaning back a little. “You know, in some of the States, we are technically considered married already.”

“Then I see no other reason to wait,” Max chuckled, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. “Can’t wait to make you Mx. Verstappen.”

Just as you both started leaning in, the moment was interrupted by knocking at the door. You both got out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt in the process. Max moved toward the door as you started making tea/coffee and grabbed out meds to calm the still-raging hangover you had. As soon as Max opened the door, what felt like half of the grid fell into the room. In reality, it was just Charles, Daniel, Lando, and Liam.

“What the hell?” Max laughed as he helped Charles stand up after Daniel, Lando, and Liam practically threw themselves into the room, and accidentally tripped the Monegasque in the process. They all just walked in and piled on the sofa, leaving Max to sarcastically say, “Why don't you come in?”

“Is there a reason you all flooded our room?” You asked as you walked toward where Max was sitting to give him his mug. Instead of letting you move to sit in another seat, Max pulls you to sit on his lap. “Not that we don’t love hanging out with you lot, but we have plans for later.” You really should have expected them to all start talking at the same time, but you did not

“Someone dared us to jump into the fountains,” Lando chuckled.

“I did not agree to be the chaperone last night,” Liam sighed.

“I saw a video of Max proposing last night,” Charles said.

“Honestly thought one of us was gonna get alcohol poisoning,” Daniel admitted.

“Woah, woah, woah,” You shouted over the group. “Back up. Take a breath. Who remembers last night?”

“You guys made me the chaperone because I didn’t race, so I didn’t drink anything,” Liam complained. “You all got piss drunk like I’m talking 5 drinks each minimum. Oscar jokingly told Lando to jump into the fountain, but he pulled you and Max with him. That was pretty funny honestly. Max also told his entire plan of proposing to you to Alex, completely forgetting you were there until you suggested getting married in Vegas. Max said something about in the morning, and then we got kicked out of the club.”

“Not who I expected to have been the responsible one, but okay,” Max whispered into his mug as he took a drink.

“Thanks for being responsible, Liam. I’ll cover you next time,” You said to the Kiwi. “Speaking of last night, though, the plans for today were to go get married before our flight out, and we need at least one witness. Do you guys want to come?”

“That’s a dumb question,” Lando replied quickly. “I call dibs on being the photographer!”

“No, I’m a much better photographer than him!” Daniel protested, “Plus, I've known them longer.”

“I mean Lando you can be the photographer for the ceremony and Daniel can do the actual wedding if you want,” You offered.

“No, I want to do the real thing!” Lando complained.

“Then I’ll do today, deal?” Daniel compromised.

“Deal,” Lando agreed.

“Good, because photographers can't get drunk at the wedding or be part of the wedding party,” Daniel boasted with a smug look toward the McLaren driver.

“Wait, that’s not fair! Max!” Lando looked to you and Max for help.

“You agreed to it,” Max laughed. “There’s nothing we can really do, Lando.”

“We could also just hire a photographer, so you’re both included in the wedding?” You suggested the obvious. “Either way, we should probably get ready to head out now. Our flight leaves at like 7 right? You guys also probably have debriefs too.” Receiving nods in response, you stood up to make your way to the bathroom. “Then we better get ready.”

~

Las Vegas was not as enhancing as it was the night before. It was missing the infamous Vegas lights as all the glitz and glam was replaced with normal street lights and normal activities. There was still the occasional impersonator on the corner, but nothing seemed too extravagant. It was like Las Vegas had an on-off switch.

When you all walked out of the hotel, it was still 2 PM, and everything just seemed too normal for what you were about to do. The drivers met up with their teams for the debrief as you explored around the strip and had a little spree. By the time the debrief finished up, those Vegas lights were appearing and the city was livening up. It was nearing 5 o'clock as your group made its way to one of the (surprisingly) many chapels on the strip.

“This is the most un-serious thing we have ever done,” Max laughed as you both stood at the small alter, separated by an Elvis impersonator. Neither of you had packed anything super fancy, so you were wearing white and red feather boas provided by the chapel. “My mom is going to be so mad.”

“I mean, I’m not complaining about it. Isn’t that what matters?” You laughed with him. “As long as we get a real party after this, I think it’ll be a funny story. Plus, we were never ones to follow the rules.”

The ceremony went on filled with laughs. In the end, it did not matter if it was serious or not because all that mattered was you were pronounced as Mr. and Mx. Verstappen.

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i know now it’ll pass - ch. 6

Last chapter! Thank you all for the love!

am i better yet?

You stay inside the entire time Jamie’s visiting. You end up calling Georgie and telling her you’re sick, a side effect from poor rest. She clicks her tongue and has Simon deliver some food that he swears clears up any type of ailment. You accept it readily and wave goodbye, promising to come over as soon as you’re better. 

It’s Saturday night and Jamie leaves tomorrow evening so he can be back in Richmond for Monday morning training. Sometimes you can hear his voice through the walls and you think your heart is going to burst with all the emotions it causes. 

You’re angry at yourself, first and foremost, but there’s something about actually hearing him that makes you realize how much you love him. Then comes the sadness because you screwed it all up, and you’ve come to realize that Jamie would have loved you no matter what. He had made it through the worst of your relationship, why did you convince yourself he’d leave you?

You’re fed up with all these fucking feelings so you grab one of the muffins Simon sent over and slip out the front door. The cool air kisses your skin as you lug your weighted blanket into the perfect position. Ah. Bliss. You make sure the porch light is off before completely settling in.

The routine is familiar and adds an element of normalcy that you so desperately need.

—

You’re woken up at precisely 4am by Simon and Georgie’s door creaking open and someone slipping out. You don’t even have to look to know that it’s Jamie. You can tell by his footsteps. He’s headed out for a run and doesn’t know you’re there because it’s still dark. You think you should probably head inside so he doesn’t see you when he gets back, but the thought is barely formed before you fall back to sleep.

—

You wake up again in your bed with the oddest sense of déjà vu. You know for certain you were asleep in the front of your house, and there’s no way you got yourself here. The weighted blanket is placed with care, covering you in all the right spots. You roll out of bed, throw on your robe, and pad downstairs to find out who’s making noises in the kitchen.

You round the corner to find Georgie making breakfast. “Morning love,” she says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You hungry?”

You nod mutely and sit down as she hands you a plate.

“You need to lock your doors,” she says as she flips knobs on the stove. “You never know what sort of people could just walk into your house while you’re asleep on your porch.”

“Georgie,” you say slowly as she grabs a cup of coffee and sits across from you, “how did I get here?”

“What do you mean?” she asks, mug conveniently hiding her expression.

“I mean, I was outside. Then I woke up inside. And I know you and Simon didn’t get me there, so how did I get here?”

You don’t know why you’re even asking. The answer is obvious, isn’t it?

Georgie must think so too, because she doesn’t directly respond. Instead she says, “Had an interesting conversation with my son this morning. Came back from his run all flustered.”

You note the way she says my son, not “Jamie.” 

She continues, “Said he found a girl asleep out front. He was worried about her and I said not to, that’s just the girl we’re always having ‘round for tea, but he was having none of it. Said you’d be better off inside in your own bed, with someone to make sure the door was locked because you always forget to do it.”

Georgie sips her coffee again, looking straight through your eyes and down to your soul. “It’s funny, because he talked like he knows you. Odd, innit?”

You choke on your toast.

You gasp out, “Odd,” in agreement, but Georgie is still looking at you with those piercing blue eyes.

“You know my baby tells me everything,” she says. “Not always right away, but he does.”

You nod. There’s no salvaging this. You’re going to have to move again to Chelsea or someplace equally new and foreign, and it’s your own fault for never being honest.

You’re about to open your mouth to say I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, you’ll never see me again and it’ll be ok, when Georgie places her hand on yours.

“I love you like my own child,” she says. “And maybe that’s because I see myself in you. I don’t want you to get stuck in your head the same way I did. Which is why I think all you need is another chance. One where you’re told by more people than one that you’re loved and wanted, and most of all that you’re safe. Which is exactly what I told Jamie. He’ll be over here in about five minutes.”

She takes another sip of her coffee with her free hand as you choke again.

“Georgie,” you sputter, “he doesn’t even want to see me! He told you what happened. Oh my god, I need a hairbrush.”

“You’re wrong, love,” she calls after you as you rush to your bathroom, “He absolutely wants to see you.”

—

You’re thundering down the stairs exactly four minutes and fifty-eight seconds later just in time to hear Georgie answer the door and promptly exit, leaving you with Jamie. Jamie, who you haven’t seen in months.

This is going to be a shit show, you think, but then you remember everything Georgie has ever said to you. Including the phrase, “He absolutely wants to see you.”

You don’t have time to twist that into something negative because Jamie Tartt is standing in front of you in your kitchen looking like the best thing you’ve ever seen, and it’s taking every ounce of your self-control not to launch yourself into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out before he can say anything. “I shouldn’t have run away. I broke your heart on purpose and that was a shitty thing to do. And I’m sorry for becoming friends with your parents and not telling them. I should’ve handled it better.”

Jamie’s frowning. You wish his face were at least neutral.

He says, “You’re sorry,” as though he can’t believe those words are coming out of your mouth. You cringe a little. 

“Yeah,” you say, “I’m sorry. Really, really sorry. I know that doesn’t make anything better, but… I am.”

Jamie asks, “Why?” and you have no idea what he means.

“I just told you why I’m sorry,” you reply. “Not sure how much clearer you want.”

Jamie shakes his head. “No, fuck, I mean- why are you sorry? Why do you think you have something to apologize for?”

That catches you off guard. That’s not even remotely close to how you thought he would respond.

You’re trying to figure out what to say when Jamie starts talking again.

“Look- I knew what it was like for me mum when I was growing up. Sometimes you meet the wrong person and they fucking… fuck you up. So when you meet the right person, you’re all scared and it’s all shit so you do the things you should have done with the wrong person. And yeah, I was fucking wrecked when you left, but I understood. I’m me, and me is a lot.” 

The corners of your mouth turn up ever so slightly at the odd turn of phrase.

Jamie takes a breath. “What I’m saying is, maybe we have things to work on. But I want to work on them. With you. Not with someone else. Fucking hell, babe, I’ve never laughed as hard as when I’m with you. Like, imagine there’s this bird and she’s fit as fuck but then she talks and says the funniest shit and but then flips the switch and actually listens to what you have to say? Has actual empathy, like. It’s a fuckin’ breath of fresh air after being with the lads all day.”

“Right,” you say. “So you’re not mad at me?”

“Oh fuck no,” Jamie replies. “I was mad. Yeah. Proper mad. Got over it, though. Talked to Ted a lot, and Dr. Sharon. Worked through some of me own shit. Mummy says you’ve been working on your own shit too.”

You slowly nod. “Yeah, I have. It’s been alright. She gives me hope, you know? She has a perfectly wonderful life and she was able to get out of her own head long enough to enjoy it. Not let it slip through her fingers.”

You’re both silent for a moment. It’s been forever since you’ve seen Jamie up close, and you still find yourself lost in his eyes. 

You both have the same thought at the same time and suddenly your arms are wrapped around his middle and his are holding you tightly, his cheek resting on the top of your head. 

“I’m not letting you walk away again, yeah?” he says. “Mum’d fucking kill me if I did. You’re the only one I want anyway.”

You nod into his chest. “I love you so much,” you say, voice muffled. “I can’t believe that I get to have you.”

—

Jamie tells you over dinner that night that he’s the one who bought your flat. It’s waiting for you to come back. You finish out the month in Manchester then move home to Richmond.

A year later, there’s a forest and a picnic and a ring on your left hand. Eight months after that there’s a garden and starry lights hung in trees and a white dress. You’re surrounded by friends and family and a sign that says, the Tartts and glasses are clinking the whole night as you kiss someone who chose to be patient with you. You’re two people who saw exactly who the other was, and chose to love each other for it. 

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[morurui]

CHAOS THEORY SPOILER REVIEW

Cause I just finished it and I have thoughts!

Sooooo I honestly have mixed feelings about Chaos Theory if I’m going to be honest I feel like there are some things that worked in my opinion and some things that didn’t really work for me so I’ll be separating this review into three parts: Things I liked, Things I wasn’t a fan of, and General thoughts.

Things I liked:

-The animation was absolutely gorgeous, it was such a step up from Camp Cretaceous that it’s weird to think that they’re apart of the same series. The team behind it did an absolutely amazing job!

-The last two episodes. Oh my god were those last two episodes so good, they had me at the edge of my seat as well as episode 10 finally giving us interactions between the entirety of the nublar 5

-YASAMMY. I think yasammy was done so well this season. Their fight was so real, nobody was totally in the wrong, but they both weren’t communicating their feelings to each other well and they resolved it in the end. It was just perfect

-Yasmina Fadoula. She was written so well I loved how they didn’t just completely forget she has PTSD and anxiety and included that in her character arc for this season. I also loved how they used her to address how bad it is to infantilize those with mental disorders. (Yaz and I are anxiety twins 🧘‍♀️)

-Mateo. The GOAT. I am the number one Mateo fan, dont ever forget it. I love that man and I will stand by him, I was stressing for his life during episode 10.

-Microbang villain girl was such a menacing villain at the end and I honestly love her. It’s clear that while she is using the atrociraptors for evil deeds she does clearly care for them. I desperately need to know more about her…

-Kenji and Brooklynn’s new voice actors do such a good job with the characters and while I’ll miss Jenna and Ryan, their new voices were casted very well!

Things I wasn’t a big fan of:

-Now to address the elephant in the room…Darius being in love with Brooklynn. (I’m going to try to look at this through an objective pov, but since I don’t ship dinostar obviously there’ll be a slight bias)(nothing wrong if you do ship Dinostar I’m happy for you, but these are just my feelings) Im not a big fan of this. To me I’ve never really read Darius and Brooklynn as being romantic together and their friendship is something I truly cherished about JWCC. I do see why they probably decided to make the decision to have Darius be in love with Brooklynn, but to me it’s kind of upsetting in a way to have Darius’s extreme grief response not be just because they were best friends. It feels like the writers were saying “Well, he’s not experiencing this grief so hard because she was his best friend, but it’s actually because he loves her!”. We’ve seen loss be something Darius takes extremely hard (His dad’s death and Ben’s death) and so I don’t really see why they made it so he was in love with her to justify his response when it’s in character without it. Idk man…

-Brooklynn being alive….HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT. THIS IS NOT BECAUSE I HATE BROOKLYNN SHES ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS. But idk these fake out deaths are starting getting to wear me down. Even Bumpy had a fake out death 😭. I get why they kept her alive being as she is a beloved character, but I just think it would’ve been better for her to be a character that somewhat haunts the narrative. It adds more onto the mystery, not only that but it allows the nublar five to explore “Hey our friend was hiding things from us and we’ll never truly get answers, but we’re going to find out what lead to her death and put a stop to it”. Which was what the nublar five are on a path to, until Brooklynn inevitably shows back up and explains everything. Also why did they give her the 2017 Katy Perry haircut…

-Kenji and Darius’s dynamic. I loved how they used their dynamic at the beginning of the show with Kenji blaming Darius for Brooklynn’s death, but beyond that moment their dynamic felt off to me. It was not helped by the whole Darius being in love with Brooklynn thing, but it just felt like they toned down their brotherly bond in this show (ironic since this is the first time we see them call themselves brothers)

General thoughts

-Jesus Christ was Kenji this shows punching bag 😭. He literally does not get a break, it just keeps on coming, breaking up with his girlfriend because she’s not invested in their relationship anymore, living in a trailer with a failing rock climbing business, his girlfriend kept secrets from him all while working with his estranged dad behind his back, his dad trying to use him again and then dying saving him, AND his brother was in love with his ex girlfriend. All in the span of ten episodes. If I was him I would have a mental breakdown every single day.

-Do yall think Ben actually has a girlfriend? I’m like at a 70/40 split, because he only talks about her two times and the first time he brings her up she totally sounds fake. “She’s from…Europe” Why did you have to think so much Benjamin? Also he fully just said she’s from the continent of Europe rather than a specific country in Europe. Also also it’s implied he hasn’t had a phone on him for a while so how does a long distance relationship work if he doesn’t have any means to contact her??? And he doesn’t even have a picture of her in his van. That man is hiding something I need to know…

-Ben and Darius had like 30-40 minutes of screen time shared between them, which is weird because like most of the show was marketed with them being the main protags and they barely interact beyond episode 4. (Their dynamic was too strong for people to handle “do you talk to your mother with that mouth” broke the world)

-Bumpy having a baby is something I predicted and I’m happy I was right!

Anyway that’s really it, sorry this was pretty long and excuse any typos or grammatical errors, but these were just some of my thoughts!

[jerzwriter]

Thanks again, Nonny, for this ask! I don't know why, but I just love Ethan and Kaycee at carnivals, so this was just perfect! I hope you enjoy it!

Book: Open House Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 698 Summary: Ethan and Kaycee spend the day at the state fair with her friends, but when Ethan suffers a bruised ego, Kaycee's there to make it all better.

A/N: Participating in @julychallenge Pink: Nurturing, Calming Black: Protection

Kaycee glanced over at Ethan, pursing her lips to stifle a smile. Not that he would have seen it—if avoiding eye contact wasn’t enough, he had put on his dark sunglasses as a second attempt to hide. She glanced at her watch; twenty minutes had passed, and that was long enough. She scooted closer to him on the bright red bench as the sounds of children screeching and carnival music swirled around them.

“Babe,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. “It’s all right, you know. We don’t have to go on any more rides. In fact, we could leave if you want.”

“We’re not leaving,” he said firmly. “How would everyone else get back to Boston?”

“Well, there’s this thing called Uber. I’d even be happy to give them money toward it.”

He turned to Kaycee, removing his sunglasses to look her in the eye. “If we leave, it’s adding insult to injury. I’d rather wait and show I’m still capable of driving them home.”

“All right,” she said, lacing their fingers together. “Then why don’t you and I walk around the fair? We can still have fun and no more rides.”

“But you love rides. Why don’t you meet up with your friends? I’ll be fine.”

Kaycee smiled sympathetically as she jumped onto his lap.

“What are you doing...” he started, but she quickly silenced him with a kiss.

“I do love rides, but not as much as I love you. Besides, this is the perfect time for you to try and win a stuffed animal for me!”

“Is that what you want?” he smiled softly.

“Mmm hmm. I mean, you could buy me a cotton candy first.”

“Cotton candy?”

“And a corn dog.”

“You don't come cheap," he teased. "It would probably be cheaper for me to take an Uber back to Boston and let you stay with your friends.”

“Shut up,” she said with another kiss, extending her hand to him when she was done. “Come on. I have no doubt we can find ways to have fun that have nothing to do with rides!”

He looped his arm around her waist as they walked toward the concession stand, a sad look on his face.

“I don’t know what happened to me today. I always did good on rides.”

“Well, I’m sure it’s been a while since you've been on one, and it's not like you're getting any younger, sir.”

He shot her a dirty look, and Kaycee quickly corrected. “What! Our equilibrium changes as we get older; it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Am I in for another old man joke?”

“Nope,” she smiled, looping her arms around his neck as she reached up and gave him a kiss. A kiss so tender and sweet, Ethan forgot all about his embarrassment, and by the time their lips parted, all he wanted to do was show his beautiful girlfriend a good time at the fair.

“No one gets to make old man jokes except me,” she smiled. “And you’re my old man, so I'll have none of that.”

He rested his head on her shoulder after pulling her into a loving embrace. “I love you, baby," he whispered.

“I love you, too," she beamed.

"I'm glad," he smiled. "But can I ask one favor?"

“Sure, anything.”

“When this story gets relayed to Tobias and Harper tomorrow at work, can we say I got sick on the roller coaster and not the merry-go-round?”

Kaycee snorted but stopped full-on laughing. “I’m fine with that, but you may need to bribe my friends.”

“Bryce?” he asked.

“All of them, especially Jackie, if we’re being honest.”

Ethan let out an exasperated sigh. “What do I have to do?”

“A few drinks, maybe dinner... they’ll forget all about this little incident.”

“Sounds like money well spent to me.”

Kaycee grinned, squeezing his hand. “Come on, let’s find that cotton candy.”

"Hey," Ethan said. "It's been a long time since I've been on a date at the state fair. Do people still sneak behind the tents to make out these days?"

"I don't know about people," Kaycee smiled. "But we sure as hell are...after the cotton candy!"

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Tagging others separately

[tiajk]

Black coded!Karasuno manager headcannons

Warnings: cursing, reader flirting with every fine man because she can, chaotic karasuno, karasuno being readers found family, fem reader, miss reader is poly and ain’t afraid to show it, some sappy feelings, probably spelled people names wrong

It’s chaotic with the mfs all they do it scream, shout eat and play volleyball

You did those things to but they’re more annoying

Tanaka and nishi always finds new ways to make you know your the goddess you are

The first years are intimidated by you even tuskki (it depends on the day)

the third years love you ur probably there favorite underclassmen

kiyoko and you are close like knit tight she loves all that you do for the team and it makes her job a little easier she know that when she leaves the boys will be in good hands

Okay anyways you’ve always known you were that girl like your a pretty black girl in japan who wouldn’t want you

While everyone in karasuno agreed with you so do other schools

which is why tanaka and nishinoya are on guard duty half the time

so guy tries to come ask you for your number *cough* Terushima *cough* they will and i repeat they will start barking at bitches screaming at the top of there lungs “NO WAY IN HELL YOU CAN HAVE OUR MANAGER SHES OURS” it pisses you off to every end especially if there fine (which is all because all hainaut boys are gorgeous)

they hate when you are flirting with the other teams at camps *cough* Bokuto and Akaashi* “Bokuto your spikes are so good you have to teach me” while giving him heart eyes which the boy is eating up because a pretty girl flirting with him and complementing his skill SOLD

you couldn’t forget about the pretty boy setter for Fukurōdani you would always tell him “Akaashi its great that you look out for bokuto like that” he would get the hints but didn’t act on them and you were a patient women you could wait “you and i should hang out i wanna get to know you more” you weren’t lying at all…

Now the boys were fumming you would give them water instead of your own team YOUR THE CLUB YOU SIGNED UP FOR they were but hurt except for suga he knew you had to claim them because you had told him that older men just hit different

anyways when yachi had joined you had welcomed her with open arms as always our girl yachi was scared out of her pants your were intimidating you had a resting bitch face and it scared her to be honest but when she saw you smile she got scared about how pretty you were (i cannon yachi is Bi you can’t change my mind)

You loved enoshita he may have been on the quieter side but he was a good friend when you really needed him you had majority of classes with him so of course you guys had a tight knit he’s the reason why you joined the club

hinata and kageyama you loved them but they were actually kinda stupid all they would do it scream ans yell at each other they were like your children when ever you would confront them about there behavior they would come up with so many excuses “Y/n BUT KAGEYAMA WHAT BEING ANNOYING” “I WAS NOT YOU SHITHEAD” rubbing your temples as they continued to argue “if you don’t shut up i will never bury you food again” They shut there asses right up after that (rich y/n?!?)

your third years were your favorites asahi, dachi, suga, and kiyoko we’re like your parents they always made sure that you were eating correctly, had enough money, and that your mental/physical health was good you are their favorite and nothing can change there mind they do get upset when you go after people there age they know it’s not a big difference but they just wanna make sure your safe

Dacahi almost had an heart attack when you told him when Shiratorizawa match was about to start that you wanted him to put you on with ushijima and tendou (he did only because they asked about you)

yams was a angel sent from heaven he was so kind you loved playing with his hair it was so soft and fluffy and it was like a stress reliever you were trying to set him up with tsukki he’s not slick i know damn well he has a crush on him and vise versa tsukki was a piece of work you always had a response for his snarky ass mouth

tanaka, *sigh* tanaka hairs dog number 1 has never and never disrespected you once he knows if he did that you would twist his ass inside out but in all seriousness he loves you it can be romantic or platonic but he would die for you defend you against any creep or someone that makes you feel not worthy he’s your hype man he’s one of your best friends you love this hot sister too he hates when you bring it up tho

Nishinoya guard dog number 2 he’s short ass hell and clings to you like a dog he has been on thin ice when he’s trying to flirt with you but he knows his boundaries he always wants to show you new tricks he comes up with but mostly rolling thunder

COACH UKAI not gonna lie you thought this man was one of the hottest men alive and you weren’t wrong he was honestly surprised when there was 3 manager but he didn’t care more help he secretly liked you the most he lets you have free meat buns and sometimes stuff from the shop but he makes you swear not to tell anyone

Takeda he made you so happy he was like your sweet older brother he always grateful that you love it with the club you always try to bring kk spare money because you know how hard he believes in the the boy and would do anything for them

in conclusion you love your “job” and the boys love you you wouldn’t know what to do without them

[dojunie]

MESSENGER; HRJ [PT15: TWO-FACES]

➥PART 15 OF MESSENGER; a smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.

wc: 1.1K

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a/n: double update omg

tl: @matchahyuck@theboyz-jacob @hoeshi17 @neoteez01 @hibernatinghamster @luvvsnae @shwizhies @skynightgalaxy @ihrtnyu @kunvibing @liliansun @txpxwxk @is4b3ll3s @rxnexxi @rum-gone-why @she-is-dreaming @chenfleur @haedgaff  @twogyuu @jeongintwt @wispystarss @chocorenchin @tinidell @defzcl @funkygoose @gyujunhans @simpforarmihn

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THE NEXT LOGICAL STEP WAS FOR YOU TO TEXT HIM, DONGHYUCK SAID.

Which meant the first thing Renjun did after closing Hyuck’s message thread was look into getting a second phone number.

He’d worried about that earlier, back during the impromptu study session when you’d appeared with your gifts— you’d pulled your phone out at the end of the hour and for one bone-chilling second, he thought you were about to ask him for contact information. It made sense; you might’ve wanted to schedule another day to study or something, but he’d frozen like you were about to leap across the table and devour him whole. As stupid as it was, it was only then that he realized he only had one number. And you already knew it. He couldn’t give it to you again, only for the contact to appear as the version of himself he was starting to detest a little more every day, Duckboy’s face popping up on your screen to ruin everything; but if you reached across the table to ask him to put it in, what else would he be able to do?

Thankfully all you’d been doing was checking a text, the same one that made you look up at the clock and curse before sliding all the books off the desk into the open maw of your book bag and darting off. All you left in lieu of a goodbye was a promise to catch up with him again soon and another thanks for the help.

Even as his heart palpitated from the near miss he smiled a little as you ran, and even managed a laugh when you had to twirl, ballerina style, to avoid crashing into an oblivious tittering couple wandering out of the cafe. He promised to figure out the number thing that very night, but of course got caught up with his Econ studies again and forgot.

But now with Donghyuck’s heads up, he couldn’t afford to forget again. 

It ended up being significantly easier than he thought. Maybe guilt made him think it would be a tedious process; having to meet someone at some seedy back alley tech shop somewhere, using cash to slip a brandless simcard into his pocket at midnight— but it only took a single Google to gain another unlimited texting plan under his contract within the minute. It appeared like a brand new string of digits right under his regular one— a shiny new number, quite literally, just for you.

And not a moment too soon. Because your promise to catch up with him again soon apparently meant the next day, where you appeared at his usual spot in the library again, brandishing your phone in his face like court summons.

“I’m not staying long,” you’d said, “I only just realized I should probably get your number if we’re going to do this studying thing again, right?”

And in just the way he’d memorized, he’d entered his new number with a smile. 

He’s not going to lie; at first, he’d felt pretty clever about it. Two phone numbers is a pretty good way to get around his unique, two-faced predicament. Another layer of safety in the stupid game of identity that’s become his life, another potential crisis avoided. But that night, as he laid in bed and prepared himself to reply to the usual textbook’s worth of texts from you, the relief from dodging detection turned into shame like everything else has been doing these days.

What he's doing isn't right. Despite his actions, trust and believe, Renjun is fully aware of that fact.

This had all stemmed from one innocent lie, hadn't it? One born out of honest desire to make things right again— as right as he could without actually telling you the truth, which may of spoke to his cowardice better than he really understood— the idiotic, in hindsight, decision to not immediately tell you who he was. He was worried you wouldn't like what you saw, that he couldn't live up to whatever version of him you seemed to like so much in your head. He was worried you'd think he was some sort of voyeur, showing up at your game without asking for something more nefarious than just wanting to see you.

He was scared something would go wrong if he told you the truth and lied to cover it up. Something small, something that would stay small if he stuck to the plan of leaving you alone.

But he couldn't leave you alone. And somewhere along the way that lie began to... grow. Donghyuck's library ambush, to helping you study that night, to telling you Duckboy moved back to China, to your thank you gifts: every interaction with you fed that lie, and as it grew bigger and bigger, it fabricated into something he couldn't recognize as... genuine, anymore.

Renjun was no longer coming from a place of pure intention. He was being selfish. A kid who craves the party and the cake, someone who swears they only want some but cries and whines for all of it when it so dangles tantalizingly close. Mystery Girl, the version of you in his phone, was the slice. Perfect on its own, the right amount to be full, just enough sugar to satiate; all he thought he needed.

But the you he'd met on the court that day had been the whole, gittering, gleaming, buttercream double-decker. He'd pushed you away on principal, knowing he'd been fine with the slice, that it wasn't fair for him to have it all, that he didn't deserve to have it all. It wasn't even his birthday. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve you.

But you didn't know it wasn't his birthday, and as you inched closer and closer, none the wiser to the truth, he got... greedy.

(Accepting your thanks in the library had been his hand reaching out, and offering to help you study had been his fingertip dragging through the icing, forever marring that barrier between before and after. And he knew this. He knew that once he went as far as to taste it he'd be a goner, which was why he knew he had to tread carefully as the lines blurred further. There was no going back when it came to you; once he let himself into your orbit, he'd never, ever be strong enough to leave.)

He flinched as his screen lit up in his hand.

Right above the dozen messages from you as Mystery Girl, was one new text from you. The actual you, the last four digits of the number you’d told him to look out for.

02-939-0…, 8:12PM: hihi!! it is me (y/n lol) 

Renjun sat up fast enough to make himself dizzy, immediately forgetting that he'd meant to text you back first in the other thread, too focused on not keeping you waiting. The real you, anyway.

(What he hadn't really realized yet though, was that the moment he met you on that court, he'd already committed the fatal act of placing the sugar on his tongue. All that was left was to fall deeper and deeper into the high.)

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