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Risky Business

Written for @steddie-week day 2 | Prompt: Hands Rating: M | WC: 2,027 | Tags: Pre-Steddie, season 2, shotgunning, dry humping, coming in pants, cheating (if you squint) Find full list of tags on ao3 | Divider credit

“Watch it, Harrington!”

Steve didn't even turn around to see who was yelling at him. He needed to get the fuck out of there.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

The words reverberated in his head, echoed in the empty hollow of his chest where his heart used to be.

"Like we're in love?"

It was too fucking much. There were monsters, and Barb was dead, and Nancy wasn't in love with him, and—

“Harrington!”

“What!” Steve spun around and came face to face with one Eddie Munson. He definitely didn't need this shit right now, either, whatever Eddie was trying to do.

“Jesus, who pissed in your cheerios?” Eddie held his hand out, where Steve's keyring dangled from one finger. “I was giving these back, but if that's how it's gonna be.”

Steve swiped for them, but Eddie already had them folded back into the palm of his hand and was walking towards the house again.

“Just— hand them over.” Steve tried to make another grab for them, but Eddie was too fast, the shithead. “Munson, I'm in a really bad goddamn mood, okay?”

Eddie lifted his free hand to his head, rubbed at the back of his neck. “How much have you had to drink?”

Steve blinked at him. “I'm fine to drive.”

“That's not an answer, big boy, and I'm afraid it would be against the Munson code to let you do something stupid like that.” Steve swiped for his keys again, but then Eddie was turning, rearing his arm back— and Steve watched as his keys went flying.

“What the fuck !” Steve wanted to shove him, wanted to wipe the stupid smile right off of his stupid fucking face.

“I'll help you find them later,” Eddie said. “C'mon, man. You're clearly not in any shape to drive. Let me take you home.”

Steve wanted to say no. He wanted to kick and scream and argue but how the fuck else was he supposed to get home now? Just the thought of sticking around long enough to see Jonathan pour Nancy into his car made his stomach twist.

He could walk, but he was so tired . It washed over him all at once, and Steve's entire body sort of slumped. “Fine. You're paying if we don't find them, though.”

Eddie looked surprised, like he hadn't expected Steve to give in so fast. Still he bowed, gestured ahead of them. “Right this way, sir.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

Steve shook his head, bringing his cheek to rest against the window. “Not really.”

”Okay.” Eddie reached over and turned the radio on. The music was heavier than what Steve usually listened to, but that actually helped get him out of his head. There was going to be a breakdown, and a big one, but he needed it to not happen here, in Eddie Munson's van.

Eddie fidgeted. Steve could tell he wanted to talk, to say somthing, anything , to get rid of the silence between them.

“Does... Wheeler have a way to get home?”

Steve wished Eddie would've kept his big mouth shut.

“She's fine,” he said flatly. Emotionless. He couldn't think about Nancy, about bullshit, bullshit, bullshit .

“Shit— hey, I'm sorry, man.” Eddie was really fidgeting now, and— fuck.

Steve wiped away traitorous tears and cleared the lump out of his throat. “I'm fine,” he said, snappier than he meant to. It wasn't Eddie's fault he was losing his cool.

“Clearly. Totally fine,” Eddie said, nodding. He seemed to think about it, fingers drumming against his steering wheel again— did he ever sit still? Then they were turning away from Steve's house, towards the edge of town.

“C'mon, man, I'm fine, just—”

“Trust me,” Eddie said. His eyes flicked over to Steve again. “This is better than going home.“

Steve had been to Lover's Lake before, but never in the back of Eddie Munson's van. They'd parked, and Eddie had lit up a preroll. Whatever was in it, Steve wasn't feeling any pain anymore.

They were floating together, weightless in the back of the van on the pile of blankets Eddie had spread out for them. Steve's hair hung away from his face as he watched the way the night sky reflected in the water.

There were no dead girls here, no alternate universes with monsters ready to rip them to shreds.

There wasn't a bat driven through with nails that looked rusty with old monster blood rotting away in his trunk.

There were just stars, and the music pouring softly through the speakers now. And Eddie, warm and sturdy by his side, with their pinkies barely touching.

"Fuckin' love this song," Eddie said. Steve didn't recognize it, though the thrum of the guitar made his already fuzzy brain vibrate pleasantly.

"Think you've said that about every song we've listened to," Steve murmured. His tongue was heavy and thick in his mouth. He reached for the joint, giggled when his fingers didn't want to work and he nearly dropped it.

"Lemme help you." Eddie rolled over, pressed the butt of if it to Steve's lips. His fingers were dry and warm. Steve's eyes nearly crossed as he tried to watch those fingertips. He was so distracted he almost forgot to actually inhale.

"Never woulda taken King Steve for a lightweight," Eddie teased. His voice was giggly, too, as he leaned back, brought the joint to his own mouth and took a long pull.

Steve couldn't stop watching his fingers, the glint of the light on his rings as he lifted a hand to tuck his hair behind his ear.

"You still with me?" Eddie asked. He lightly bumped his foot against Steve's and gave him a teasing smile.

"Yeah, 'm with you," Steve said. He reached up to touch one of Eddie's rings without really thinking about it. "You have nice hands." His fingers were long, slender. Musician's hands, complete with callouses that Steve had the odd desire to get his lips on.

Maybe the bitten nails weren't a musician thing, just an Eddie thing, but that didn't change the fact that Steve kind of wanted to kiss those fingertips.

"Yeah? You like, big boy?" Normally Eddie wouldn't have risked flirting with the straight jock high off his ass in the back of the van but Harrington didn't feel like a threat. He waved his hand lazily and watched Steve's gaze follow along like there was a slight delay between what Eddie was doing and Steve brain processing it.

"Yeah." Steve reached up to catch Eddie's wrist, to stop him from moving his hand around. "I do." He trailed his fingertips over Eddie's palm then outlined one finger at a time.

If anyone had told Eddie that morning that he would end the day holding hands with a stoned Steve Harrington at Lover's Lake he would've laughed in their face and asked if they needed a ride to the hospital. Here he was, though, with the ex king threading their fingers together, pressing palm flush against palm.

A shaky breath slipped out of Steve's chest. He pulled their hands closer so he could run his fingers over Eddie's rings, then up along his knuckles.

Eddie watched Steve with heavy lidded eyes. They were just holding hands— at least, he thought this weird thing Steve was doing where he followed the lines where their hands touched counted as holding hands— but there was something about it that felt intimate.

Maybe it was the way Steve's lips were parted, and the peek of pink as his tongue wet his lower lip. Maybe it was the way Steve was eyeing their clasped hands like he wanted to fucking bite them.

Or like he was holding Eddie's hand to keep from doing just that.

"Harrington." Eddie nudged Steve with his foot again. "Sure you're with me?"

Those warm eyes met Eddie's again. Steve didn't answer, he just watched Eddie's face in a way that made the other boy feel cut open and exposed. It was a feeling Eddie didn't get often, a feeling he really didn't know how to be comfortable with.

So Eddie did the first thing that came to mind that wasn't just staring right back. He took a hit off of the joint, never taking his eyes off of Steve's. He didn't let the smoke out and instead leaned in to almost press their lips together, and once Steve opened his mouth, he let the smoke pass between them.

Steve made an injured sound. Before Eddie could pull back to check on him a hand was in his hair, and then they were kissing. It was desperate, tongues and teeth meeting and clashing.

"Eddie," Steve panted before tipping his head back so Eddie's mouth could be on his throat instead.

Eddie wanted to mark him. He wanted to bite and suck and leave traces of himself all over this ridiculous jock. He had just enough mind left to not let himself do that, and instead he dragged his tongue over Steve's pulsepoint before giving his earlobe a gentle tug.

"Oh fuck —" Steve pulled him in, licked into Eddie's mouth again and ground against the thigh now settled between his own legs.

There was an urgency in the way Steve's hips moved, in the way he kissed at Eddie's neck before biting down, unafraid to mark the way Eddie had been.

Eddie cursed and rocked down, meeting those hungry little movements. They were going to come together, ruin their clothes together. He should stop it, should remind Steve that he was drunk and there was maybe a girlfriend waiting for him when the sun came up.

Then Steve tugged down the collar of his shirt and those perfect fucking teeth were digging into his collar bone. Eddie cried out at the flash of pain and pleasure as he spilled into his boxers.

Steve anchored a hand into Eddie's hair and pulled him in to kiss him again. His movements picked up, became something more firm against Eddie's thigh.

Eddie was going to remember the sound Steve made as he was coming for the rest of his life.

They settled together on their nest of blankets, with the come drying into the fabric of their clothes and in their pubic hair. Eddie barely dared to breathe, in case Steve decided to kick his ass once he'd come back to himself more. Steve didn't do that, though. Instead he took Eddie's wrist and brought his hand to his mouth, to kiss the underside of each of his three chunky rings before resting Eddie's hand on his chest.

"I should get home."

They cleaned up as much as they could with the napkins fished out of the glovebox. The blankets were left in a pile in the back to be dealt with later.

Steve seemed more calm on the drive back to the Harrington house. Some of the edge Eddie had noticed when they'd first ran into each other seemed to have been smoothed out, whether by the weed or the orgasm or a mix of the two he wasn't sure.

Only once they were parked did Steve remember— "Fuck." He looked up at his house, with all the dark windows staring down at him. "I don't have my keys."

"Actually…" Eddie reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and came up holding Steve's keys.

"You sneaky bastard." Steve took the keys and turned them over as if inspecting that they really were his.

"I really didn't feel like sneaking around Tina's house and having her call the cops on me. Just had to make you think I'd thrown them."

Steve watched Eddie's face in the dashboard light. Tomorrow he would have to talk to Nancy, he knew. It was going to hurt— already his chest ached with what they had to do, what he'd been refusing to accept had been coming for a while now.

But maybe it didn't have to hurt forever. Maybe he didn't have to hurt forever.

"Good night, sneaky bastard." Steve reached over and squeezed Eddie's knee before slipping out of the van.

"Night, Steve," Eddie said. He sat there watching until Steve was safely inside.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Code of Conduct 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss has a difficult time keeping his personal life from bleeding into his work. 

Characters: Steve Rogers, this reader is known as Rosie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Mr. Rogers leaves without saying a word. His face is pale as his hand opens and closes in a fist at his side and he strides past your desk. You watch after him, thinking for a moment that you should follow. No, he has to sort this out on his own. You’ve already done too much. 

You go through his calendar and cancel his only other meeting. You don’t think that’s going to happen.  

It’s strange sitting there alone. Mr. Rogers comes and goes often but not know when he’ll be back puts you on edge. An hour passes then another. You spend your lunch outside in the sunshine then come back in to the stale office air. 

Your phone rings and you answer. You’re surprised when Rogers’ voice comes from the speaker. You expected it to be Dizzie for some reason. She’s been awfully quiet today. 

“She changed the locks,” he croaks. 

There’s static on the line and thrum that’s so loud it nearly drowns him out. 

“Sir?” You sit up straight. 

“Peggy. She locked me out. I don’t... I don’t know what to do. I’ve just been sitting here in my car...” his voice is a dull murmur. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Rogers. Is that—can she do that? Can you call your lawyer? The police?” 

“Police told me to call the lawyer. Lawyer says it’s gonna take a while so... yeah.” 

“I’m so so sorry,” you touch your cheek. “I can’t even imagine... that’s horrible.” 

“Yeah, I mean, who would leave you, Rosie? No, that’d be crazy.” He sniffles, “guess I deserve this. I worked so much, all so I could give her the life she wanted but it turns out I worked just enough to drive her away.” 

“Sir,” you utter. 

“Guess I could go to a hotel. I mean, might as well spend the money before I have alimony to pay,” he laughs crisply. “Bucky’s not picking up. I thought maybe I could stay there but... just because my life is falling apart doesn’t mean he needs to pick up the pieces.” 

He sounds so broken it makes your heart rend. Something about his cadence also worries you. He doesn’t sound healthy. 

“Sir, where are you?”  

You realise then what that noise is. Water. 

“By the bridge. The water looks cold.” 

You swallow and stand up. “I’ll come to you, alright?” 

“Rosie? Why...” 

“Just, it’s okay, sir, I’ll be there. Is that Collingswood Bridge? I love the flowers there.” 

“Yeah, that’s the one,” he answers. 

“Alright, I’m on my way okay, so let’s stay on the phone.” 

“Rosie, why do you sound so upset?” 

“I’m not upset. I just think you need a friend so I’m coming. Did you want me to message Mr. Barnes as well.” 

“I told you, he’s too busy for me,” he mopes. 

“But just in case--” 

“Oh, woah!” He exclaims. 

“Sir, what--” 

“Nothing, nothing, I just... this bridge is so high up.” 

You tamp down your worry and take a breath, “sir, I canceled your meetings. Oh, did I tell you, they’re opening a new donut place downstairs too! I know your favourite is the one with the sprinkles.” 

“You remember,” he says softly.  

“Of course, sir,” you assure him. 

You keep chattering about nothing in particular as you swipe up your bag and race out of the office. You try not let him hear you panting as you rush down to catch a cab. You mute the phone to tell the driver to head to the bridge then get back on the line. 

The conversation rolls on as you don’t let Rogers stop talking. You get out with a hasty thanks and tip to the driver. You rush down the bridge without looking ahead and only after you’re halfway down do you see your boss sitting on the railing. Holy moly. 

You slow and walk up to him slowly, letting out quiet mhm’s and uh huhs and you grab onto his forearm. He flinches and you tug on him. You won’t be able to stop him from going over if he slips but you didn’t want to just call out to him and give him a warning. 

“Rose!” He looks at you and lowers his phone. “How’d you get here?” 

“Mr. Rogers, please, will you get off the railing?” You ask softly. 

He stares at you then looks out at the water. He laughs and turns to hang his legs over the inside of the bridge. “Sure, Rosie. Were you worried?” 

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay, sir,” you cling to him until he’s on his feet. He glances down at you grip and you finally let go. 

“I’m good. I’m great, now that you’re here. Did you find me a room yet?” He asks. 

You wince. You’ve been on the phone this whole time. When does he think you did that? 

“Are you okay?” You ask. 

“Of course, of course,” his eyes are red from tears, his cheeks pallid and streaked. 

“Um, I’m sorry, everything’s booked up,” you say, “how about you come to my place? You can stay on my couch. Just for tonight.” 

“Really?” His brow wrinkles, “you’d do that for me?” 

“Uh, yeah,” you answer. You don’t think leaving him alone right now would be smart. Nor could you forgive yourself if anything happened. “It’s fine. My place is just a bit small.” 

“Mm, I don’t mind,” he smiles and pushes his shoulders up in a shiver as a breeze blows across the water. “It’s cold out here.” 

“It is, sir,” you agree. “Where did you park?” 

[sadesluvr]

Guilty - William Afton x Reader

To be a lawyer is to adhere to a strict code of ethics.

A/N: Slight AU, but not really. This is kind of tame compared to other William fics I have planned, but I thought it’d be fun to make Reader more dominant and less innocent than usual! This has a bit of build up, but it pays off ofc ;) You can imagine William to be in his 40s/50s like he is in the movie, or 30s as he would’ve been during his killing spree.

Word count: 2.6K

Tags: SMUT / Age gaps (Reader is in her 20s) / Sexual tension / Hybristophilia / Power play (Kinda) / Fearplay (If you squint) / Clothed sex / Unprotected sex / Mutual consent / Dirty talk / Discussion of murder / Mentions of cheating

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was in a mess. A bunch of children had just gone missing - presumed dead - and there were even rumblings of a lawsuit from the victims’ families. It certainly wasn’t the case an up-and-coming lawyer usually received, but had the potential to be the one that cemented your career.

“I must say, I’m rather surprised you chose me to help you out,” you said to the man who was sitting at the table as you closed the door behind you. Your office was by no means large, but it was sizable enough to make you feel important.

“Why’s that?” He asked, cocking his head, his brows raising above the rims of his glasses. You’d done your pre reading; the man’s name was William Afton, a humble businessman who’d started the pizzeria and had come to you for help. He seemed well meaning enough.

“Well,” you began, adjusting your skirt as you sat down, “I’m not the typical face you’d imagine when picturing a bloodthirsty lawyer. Especially someone like you…”You said carefully. It was no secret that men either overlooked you, or went out of their way to hire you for your ‘assets’. “I find they’re usually set in their ways about having a woman deal with their issues,”

The man shrugged, a small smirk creeping to the side of his face. 

“Doesn’t bother me. I have a daughter of my own,”

“Oh,” you smiled, pushing your chair in as you fixed the paperwork around you. “Is she…?”

“She’s a little younger than you,” he said simply. “I make it a mission to practise what I preach at home,”

You smiled, and he smiled back, his skin wrinkling ever so slightly around his eyes and sides of his mouth. He was put together and certainly likeable; only driving you to want to help him out even more. you were quite comfortable, which was good as it was likely that the rest of the office, bar the receptionist and the interns, would file out over time, leaving you alone with him in your assigned wing.

“I suppose we should get started. First — Would you like a cup of coffee?”

/

“…In conclusion, I suggest you speak to this PR rep, he’s excellent,” you said, sliding a card across the table. “For now, our plan is to go ahead with the statement, and hold off on any retaliation,” you continued, making a few notes as you did. “Cooperate with the police, and let me handle things — But, if there’s anything I should know, it’s best you tell me…” you finished, looking up at him from across the table, your eyes meeting his own blue ones.

William smirked. His focus on the task had dwindled in and out over the past hour and a half, having watched the way you explained things with striking confidence, yet bit your pen childishly before writing things down. He couldn’t help but admire a woman with confidence, and it certainly helped that it wasn’t misplaced. You were good at your job. Perhaps too good.

He wondered how you’d ended up here. Young, attractive, yet closed off in a building with stuffy businessmen on a Friday night. You should’ve been at the club; dressed in your sluttiest attire, making out with random guys whilst you split Margaritas on yourself, eventually taking them back home and fucking their brains off. He wondered if you were the dominant or submissive type; if you liked to take charge and ride in cowgirl position, or into the classic missionary, arms above your head as you moan and whimper for more. You might’ve been good at your job, but it was impossible that you hadn’t fucked any of the seniors in the office during your time. 

More importantly, he wondered if you’d ever slept with your clients. After all, it wasn’t as if they were in his calibre; likely some shady businessmen who’d moved a few pots of money around, or middle-aged men moaning about real estate - none notable enough to ruin your reputation.

This was much different. Far different.

You didn’t know it, but you were face to face with a killer.

“Such as?” he hummed. Of course he knew what you meant, but he just wanted to hear you say it.

“…Anything that could damage your validity should there be a trial,” you said, sitting back in your seat. “Forged bank documents, hoarding evidence, an admission of guilt…”

“You think I had something to do with it?”

You paused, somewhat taken aback by how abrupt he was. Usually people reacted dramatically to accusations (especially ones as callous as this), and yet he was eerily calm, barely even flinching at the mention. It intrigued you, but more disturbingly it made you horny.

“I never said that,” you shrugged, trying to compose yourself. “But, if you did, it could change this situation entirely. Your wife, your daughter - the public - will look at you very differently,”

William chuckled, his leg beginning to bounce in excitement. The mention of his family was quite the mood killer, and yet you acknowledging them turned him on. They weren’t really any more than tools to look like a convincing family-friendly businessman, and yet you seemingly bought into it. In terms of the public, well, he had a big ego for sure, but his libido was bigger. Throbbing, even.

“And what about you?” He said, leaning in and placing his hands under his chin, grinning at the way you shifted under his gaze. It was time to turn the tables.

“Excuse me?” you choked, an uncomfortable feeling beginning to churn in your stomach. There was something in the way that he smiled at you, like he was getting some kind of satisfaction from making you squirm. Perhaps you’d been wrong about him. Perhaps there was something deeper. 

“Will you look at me any differently?” he insisted. You paused for a moment before shaking your head. 

“Absolutely not, Mr Afton. It’s my duty to be impartial,”

So prim and proper. It was time to blur the boundaries.

“Tch,” he scoffed before bursting into laughter. “Come on! That’s what they all say. It’s human nature to judge,”

You rolled your eyes, tossing your leg over the other as you began to drum your fingertips on your desk impatiently. This was usually the part where whoever you were talking to stopped to talk down to you. William could tell you were agitated, and he loved the way your brows were beginning to furrow and lips scrunch into a pout. He wondered how they tasted. Much more how they felt.

“It’s also human nature to feel discomfort when running over time,” you snapped, closing your files with haste. “This session is over, Mr Afton,”

So feisty. Repression had clearly done a number on you.

It was a blatant sign for him to move on, and yet he remained firmly in his seat, watching as you got up to put your files away, skirt slightly crumpled around your legs from how long you’d been sitting. You noticed this and pulled it down, turning to face the man yet again and leaning over the table, palms flat as you rested your hands on either side. 

You were rather close to him, and if anyone walked in it would seem sketchy. It didn’t help that he was quite handsome; with rugged yet refined features, a slowly greying goatee and bright eyes that were somewhat hidden by his large glasses. The longer that you stared at him, the more you felt weakened under his gaze.

“Can I help you, Mr Afton?”

“You can,” he said, and you raised a brow for him to continue. He felt his cock begin to harden and heart beat as he worked his way up to the moment. Yes, you were a lawyer, but the circumstances meant that you were game to react rather abruptly.

A killer and a lawyer in an empty wing, just after hours - doors shut with no one to hear a scream? It was the perfect scenario for a crime.

“I have something to declare…” he began, and he could barely contain his smile as you raised your brows, mouth slowly falling agape and body subtly recoiling. As if in a trance, you lowered your head further, the eye contact so intense that you could feel a tingle throughout each others’ bodies. You were 90% certain he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

“…Go on,”

“I think you know what it is,” 

With a slow blink, as you tried to ground yourself. You could’ve vomited. In your eyes, murder was a grey area in the realm of self defence, but children were always off limits. 

He didn’t even seem to care. He seemed amused, actually. 

“O-Okay,” you whispered, swallowing a lump in your throat. “Thank you for telling me. I’ll have to revisit this with fresh eyes in the morning —“

You were so painfully uncomfortable, and yet part of you was aroused. Perhaps it was because you’d never encountered an actual killer, or it was because you were incredibly aware of the blatant fantasy being played out from both sides. He was a wolf; a hunter, bigger and stronger than you and waiting to ravish you like prey. 

You were dedicated to holding up the law, fighting for what was fair like a good girl, but sometimes good girls needed to be ravished.

“— What do you think, Miss L/N?” he teased, standing up to match you. “Am I a dead man?”

“No…” you whispered. “I’m going to do what I can…”

“Good,” he smiled, backing away from the desk, the outline of his bulge illuminated from the dimming lights. “That’s why I chose you,”

You gave an awkward nod, haphazardly rushing to hold the door open for him to leave. You held your head down as he passed, and squeezed your eyes shut as you realised he’d stopped in front of you. 

Your bodies were painfully close in the tiny doorway. William grinned, and he knew he had you from the moment you looked up at him through your lashes.

“…Are you going to kill me?”

“Not unless you want me to,”

Your lips were on each other in a heartbeat, your hands immediately finding the door and slamming it shut before focusing your attention on the killer at your feet. He wasted no time in effortlessly hoisting you up around his waist, his large hands firm on your hips and thighs as he held you steady, stumbling to find your desk. You returned the favour by holding onto his neck and beginning to grind yourself against his cock, your skirt riding up in the process.

“I bet you’re real happy I walked through those doors, aren’t you?” He teased. “How long have you been waiting for a fucked up guy like me, hmm?” he said, crudely sticking his fingers inside your panties as he placed you on the desk. He grunted at the sensation of your wet heat, hungry as he stuck a third finger inside without warning or hesitation. They were lithe and calloused, and seemed to hit your core immediately upon penetration, causing you to let out a moan. 

“I never –” you began, barely unable to form a sentence. “This is nothing —” you insisted, lips leaving his own as you began to fumble with his belt, cupping him through his pants. He was painfully hard. And big. Bigger than most guys your age. “— Just a formality,”

William scoffed, unable to hide his lascivious smile as he began pumping in and out of you, your lips swallowing him to just below his knuckles. Against the creaking of the desk and desperate pants you could hear the wet sound of your juices coating his fingers, sticky and copious as his motions continued; rough yet controlled. 

To think, they were the same hands that had murdered all those kids…

You’d taken out his cock now and was massaging the organ in your hands, causing him to hollow out his cheeks, sighing at the contact. It was over five inches, and considerably thick, with a long blue vein running along its underside. As you stroked him, a healthy secretion of precum coated your fingers, indirectly lubing him up further. His thrusts were lazy but needy as he fucked your hand, and with every movement you worked together to guide his cock to your entrance, his bulging tip teasing your folds.

“Fuck,” he whispered, throwing his head back. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you? Naughty girl, you know this goes against your ‘ethics’...” he teased again, and you could barely formulate an answer as his body was now almost completely on top of yours, your back arching as you stabilised yourself with your free hand on the desk.

He chuckled, reaching down to grip the base of his cock as he lined himself at your entrance. For a moment your hands touched, and the excessive hairs and slight wrinkles reminded you of just how much older he was.

“Fuck ethics,” you moaned, and his grin deepened, to the point he was baring teeth. You couldn’t take it anymore, and you were beginning to lose your grip on your panties as you held them to the side.

Next time he should just rip them off.

“William…” you moaned. “Please…”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he laughed, and thrust himself into you, rutting into you like a rabbit. To him the sensation was euphoric, it had been a long time since he’d fucked a fresh pussy, and admittedly his wife was getting rather stale. You were so tight and melded perfectly around him, but most of all you were eager, even if your morals were blatantly backwards. 

William’s cock filled you completely, repeatedly hitting the untouched crevices of your cunt that you hadn’t even known existed. He was big, skilled and oh-so painfully perfect - Perfectly bad for you. You could get disbarred, your public reputation ruined, much like the narrative of the man inside you - but with every thrust that drew deeper into your pussy and lustful kiss to your neck and lips none of it seemed to matter. His large hands cupped your sides, moving between your breasts and thighs as he groped and massaged; most importantly making sure that you remained spread wide and available for him as his clothed thighs hit against yours repeatedly. You were high; so high that you barely acknowledged the wedding ring on his left finger, even if you could feel it through the thin material of your blouse.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted. “I haven’t fucked a pussy like this in ages. You and I are gonna make such a good team — Ugh — I knew there was a reason I chose you…”

“Fuck…” you groaned. “W-William…”

“Does it bother you that I hurt those kids?” he snarled, beginning to feel his stomach knot up. 

You were too lost in your ecstasy to answer. 

Did it?

“…Tut, tut. You said you wouldn’t judge me, sweetheart,” he chided. “We were getting along so well…”

“We are. I’m gonna help you,” you said determinedly, eyes unable to shift from his own. You were close.

“I know you are,” he hummed, letting out an intermittent groan as he shut his eyes. “You have no choice. You’re just as guilty as me,”

There was something about those words that immediately sent you over the edge, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a pornographic moan as you came, your body twinging as the man held your thighs apart, making sure you felt every inch of your shared ecstasy. William had barely found it in him to pull out on time, his heavy load painting a mess on your panties and thighs, but leaving a small trail of cum along the outer lips of your pussy, a subtle but telling reminder of what had happened.

Fixing your crumpled shirt and skirt, you adjusted yourself before hopping off of the desk, hands clasped in front of you. 

“So,” you said, clearing your throat. You were surprised it wasn’t sore from your incessant moans. “I’d like to see you at the same time tomorrow. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

@yellowbunnydreams @lonelyaxolotl13

[pupyuj]

either way yujin makes me feel so many things like she looks so gay filipina with a big ass cock coded with that hair like??? couldn't stop thinking about how good she'd be in bed specially when she's mad??? or jealous??? the normally sweet little puppy, now so fucking angry, she could ruin your cunt just by fucking it with her thick cock. ☹️

and can i just say... “hm, basang basa ah? putang puta ka para sa tite ko.” while laughing and slapping your tits. ☹️

🫀

okay terribly sorry for my non-filo followers cuz i'm gonna be mumbling some tagalog nonsense here yujin drives me crazysdbskddhk—

LISTEN... yujin is very filipina-coded to me IM SORRY LIKE she's your perverted, tambay-sa-kanto gf idk how else to explain it!! hand always on your ass, has no shame groping your tits in public IN FRONT OF PEOPLE, and never hesitates to pull you into her lap and press your ass against her bulge??? to everyone else, the two of look sickeningly sweet as they watched yujin whisper to you with a big grin,, but they don't know that she's berating you 😭😭

"letting me do this in front of our friends.. hindi ka na ba nahiya?" mmdjfdhks her hand nearly between your thighs and everything,, everyday you wonder how people never see all the things she does to you in public,,, at one point, she has literally fingered your cunt from behind through your shorts while huddled up with your friends watching a teleserye and standing outside a sari-sari store sdkhcskji,,

LITERALLY FUCKS YOU WHILE SHE'S TALKING TO HER MOTHERRR???? like you're in her room ofc but she's got you sat on her lap facing the door, fingers deep inside your cunt,, grins so widely while she watched you covered your mouth,, bcs her mother saw you as her daughter's sweet, innocent girlfriend (everybody did),,, what would she say if she heard you?? ☹️ "opo, ma!! we're coming down soon," yujin yells loud enough for her mother to hear outside the door,, and then she leans into your ear, laughing like the annoying piece of shit that she isnbdskdfhc,, "you're gonna come, right? right? huh? bilisan ko ba, ha?" yujin keeps asking,, you really didn't wanna do anything that would make you lose control but fuck her fingers feel way too good that you have to nod and let yujin push you over the edge,,

and omggg the mad + jealousy thing... you're one hell of a catch so yujin can be a bit paranoid sometimes,, esp when she sees people talk to you with obvious interest and it definitely doesn't help that you're very friendly and a bit touchy with your friends sometimes,, usually, yujin takes it like a champ because she knows you would never cheat on her but other times she lets her jealousy take over her and oh yeah it gets intense in the bedroom..

"sobrang landi mo pala... i didn't know you were such a fucking whore, (y/n).. why don't you just go ahead and let yourself get fucked by all of them??" she's saying while pounding into your cunt so hard that her bed rocks against the wall??? thank goodness nobody was home.. you were to scream as loud as you wanted,,, "tangina.. d'you actually like this? fucking slut..."

hehahjshdj living in a barangay and being that loud??? yeah the two of you are definitely a hot topic within the chismosa groups 😭😭

ya'll this kinda sucked i got distracted ICBBBB I'M LOSING MY MAGIC .. YOU GUYS...

[lewkwoodnco]

june gloom - anthony lockwood x reader

“Look,” he bites out, “if you don’t want me here, say the word and I’ll leave.”

“No.” She looks positively alarmed and places a hand on his elbow. “Please. Don’t go. I like having you here.” Her lips twitch like she’s holding back a smile, but the dead look in her eyes only makes Lockwood even more uneasy. “I like seeing you like this. Thinner. Paler. I like watching you watch me.” She tips her head, considering him. “I like watching you look at me like you can never get your fill of me.”

june gloom, tule fog, I might as well say meet me in Montauk

a/n - help I can’t rmb how I used to format these I hope this is (mostly) correct 😭😭 uni is rlly steamrolling me frfr like I have so many WIPs which I planned to finish up first but inspiration struck for this one instead, for some reason?? And I imagine this to pick up where we left off from chapter 3 (the ntwdt fic) so this would be Ch 3.5 but could also be read as a stand alone I think? anyways enjoy a very autumn coded gloomy kind of angsty fic hehe (also do NOT smoke i am not promoting smoking ❌❌)

tropes/warnings - angst, estranged friends, veryyy very mild allusions to cheating (arguably. personally i didn’t write it that way but i guess I could see some ppl interpreting it that way)

word count - 1.6k!

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Finding an apartment to rent in central London was a bleak affair any time of the year, but something about late October seemed to make it even worse. While she looked for a place of her own, her parents had very kindly agreed to put her up for a couple of days. It was at their kitchen table that she had been pouring over apartment listings one barren, gloomy morning, when she peered out to see a familiar car pulled up outside.

Lockwood didn’t know what he was doing. He had just pulled up to her house five minutes ago, of which he spent four of them sitting in silence with the engine turned off. He dragged his palms across his jeans. He isn’t sure how he ended up here, or why. Lockwood & Co. had been handed the privilege of one miraculously empty weekend without any cases. Its employees had decided to indulge themselves, be it through a long bubble bath or a little tinkering on some model train set. A certain special someone’s birthday was coming up. If Lockwood had half the sense he ought to, he’d be spending the weekend with her. Instead, he got in his car and started driving aimlessly, meandering through slick roads that took him to the outskirts of the city.

Maybe it had been some subconscious desire to see her again that led him here. He hadn’t stopped thinking about their brief crossing of paths from a week ago. He had spent months convincing himself that he thought of her less and less as the days went by, enough to delude himself into thinking there was nothing to regret. After all, how could a guy hung up on an old friend find love like he did? But all it took was one glimpse of her again, and it was like they had spent no time apart at all. It was like he was still the sulky, stubborn boy from that last night months ago, smarting from the words unsaid and the pain in his shin. Sleepless and sick with the want to hear her slip back in, for them to make up by the morning, for them to act like it never happened.

He could pretend to have moved on all he wanted, but the sorrow buried deep into his chest and never quite left. He could feel it now, sitting motionless in his car under a dull, overcast sky.

He should’ve asked her to stay.

He jumps when he hears a tapping on the passenger window. The kind, weathered face of Mrs. L/N peers through, clad in gardening gloves and a wide-brim hat. Lockwood instantly becomes aware of how intrusive his visit must be. He hurriedly unbuckles his seat belt and steps out.

“I’m really sorry Mrs. L/N, I meant to call ahead -“

But she was already waving away his effusively apologetic words. She turns towards the house. “Oh, Y/N, it’s been ages since you’ve seen each other. Wouldn’t it be nice for you to catch up?”

He looks over her shoulder and follows her gaze to the house. There, he sees the hazy image of Y/N standing a few steps down from the front door. The slight fog obscures her expression, but there’s something rigid in the way she has her arms wrapped around herself.

“What Mum said. We’d lo-ove to have you.”

She stretches the word out in an exaggerated London drawl. It almost feels like she’s mocking him. But she’s too far for him to get a close enough look at her face, and by the time he makes his way up the winding driveway, she’s disappeared inside.

It helps that Mrs. L/N joins them. Once she’s set out some tea and scones, she prattles on comfortingly like she doesn’t notice the tension weighing in the air. Save for the occasional nod or one-word answer, they stay mostly silent, occasionally sneaking glances at each other. A part of him likes that they’re in the same house again, with her sitting across from him, fiddling with her mug, laughing a little too loud in a not entirely unpleasant way. But he doesn’t recognise her sweater, and her hair’s different, and her pinched face matches her raw, bitten nails.

Occasionally, she makes some seemingly innocuous remark which sounds a little too much like a jab at Lockwood. He hesitates, like he isn’t sure what to say, but then her lips painfully stretch into what is a sardonic smile at best, and the conversation changes. Still, every few seconds his eyes flick back to her face, of which she takes no notice.

But there’s still only so much Mrs. L/N can fill the silence with, and she eventually excuses herself to return to her gardening. The two of them make it for a grand total of 30 seconds of painful silence before she stands up and murmurs something about stepping out for fresh air.

After a minute, Lockwood leaves the kitchen table himself and goes looking for her. He finds her smoking in the backyard, standing at the fence, staring blankly at the treeline a short distance away.

“It’s a filthy habit.” She pauses, dropping the cigarette from her lips, but refuses to turn around. He walks down to the fence. “I thought you got rid of it.”

“How’d you find me?” How’d you know where I’d be?

Lockwood shook his head slowly, eyes unfocused, staring vacantly at the sparse trees reaching for the blank sky. “I didn’t…I wasn’t looking for you.”

She gives him a curious look. If she finds him unconvincing, she doesn’t comment on it. She takes a long drag from her cigarette. The silence starts to become a little more bearable.

“How’s Luce?”

He gives a stiff sort of half-nod. “Alright. Still more violent than she ought to be.”

“George?”

“He’s good.”

“Head still in the books?”

He frowns. “It’s only been three months. He’s not a different person.”

She shrugs. He can’t stop staring at the grimy cigarette in her hand. Her fingers tremble ever so slightly, finally giving the impression that she wasn’t nearly half as calm as she was trying to seem. “He could’ve…taken up water polo, or something. I wouldn’t know.”

The resentment in her voice was apparent - this was definitely a dig at him. For the first time since she’s left, it crosses his mind that she’s left behind a family. Still, it wasn’t like he had kicked her out.

“You chose to leave.”

“You didn’t give me much reason to stay, either.”

“Because - “

“No.” Her subdued, nonchalant attitude dissolved now that he had gotten a rise out of her. “You don’t get to stand there and judge me for leaving when I was miserable and you did fuck all about it. You’ve been this…this fog in my head since June.“ Her clipped voice burns through the cool air harshly. “You have no right to come running back now that it’s finally starting to clear up.”

Lockwood wonders whether the cigarette might be easier to reason with. His gaze wanders over to his car rusting in their driveway. Coming here was a mistake.

“Look,” he bites out, “if you don’t want me here, say the word and I’ll leave.”

“No.” She looks positively alarmed and places a hand on his elbow. “Please. Don’t go. I like having you here.” Her lips twitch like she’s holding back a smile, but the dead look in her eyes only makes Lockwood even more uneasy. “I like seeing you like this. Thinner. Paler. I like watching you watch me.” She tips her head, considering him. “I like watching you look at me like you can never get your fill of me.”

Lockwood flinches, pulling himself out of her grasp as he reels back, suddenly overcome with a surge of revulsion. There’s something malicious, corrupted, unrecognisable about her. He scoffs as he turns back to the house.

“If she’s so amazing, why are you on this side of town?”

He pauses with his hand on the doorknob. Her voice cuts through the air, jagged and bitter. He turns and sees her grinding the cigarette with the heel of her shoe. She straightens and pushes her hair back with a steady, measured hand, a far cry from the klutz whose stumbling around and whispered shrieks guaranteed to drag a smile on Lockwood’s face. Even now, she doesn’t acknowledge how he hasn’t taken his eyes off of her for more than half a minute all day.

“Happy couples,” he starts, a little half-heartedly, “don’t need to be joined at the hip.”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t give me that.” She walks up to the house too, and when she pauses by him, he punches down the urge to step back.  

“What are you trying to find out?”

She looks at him dismissively, like she already knows the answer and finds it unimpressive. Then she’s disappeared back into the house, the cold is stinging his face, and his heart’s thumping hard enough to break free of his chest.

He exhales shakily and feels his heart shutter itself away from the rest of the world. He still doesn’t know what he came looking for, but maybe it was to remember what he has clearly forgotten.

Always a problem. They’d always be a problem.

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[juceynightmare]

pink carnations part 1 - cody rhodes x reader

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pink carnations masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, cody rhodes x brandi rhodes, slight (?) austin theory x reader

warnings: vomiting, swearing

genre(s): angst, fluff if you squint

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hanahaki - a curable disease which grows flowers inside the victim’s lungs and usually born of unrequited love. in order to cure a person with hanahaki, the love must be returned by the outside party or the victim must undergo surgery which leaves the victim with no feelings towards the outside party. if hanahaki is not cured, the victim will perish.

he looked different now, and that’s not just the blonde hair that she’s talking about. cody rhodes had grown to be a beautiful man. his shirt had filled up nicely with the muscles that he had worked hard to grow and maintain. his face still looked as soft as it was back when they were in ohio valley wrestling together, but his eyes held a depth in them that let her know that he had grown wise in his art. his hands, once soft, had become calloused over the years of being used to punch, slap, and grab his coworkers, ring ropes, and other various objects that were used as weapons. those same hands were waving in front of her face now, as she phased out of her own thoughts.

“hey. earth to y/n. are you going to finish that or can i?” he asked her. without a second thought, she lightly pushed her tupperware of salad over to the overgrown manchild that sat across the table from her. she stayed silent, watching him as he finished the rest of her food and text his wife as he did so. his voice hasn’t changed from what she could tell. it may have some more rasp in it then it used to, but the lisp is still there and it is so undeniably cody’s voice that she didn’t think it changed.

“slow down, codes. how will you text my wife if you choke on the food? actually, go ahead so i can finally snatch her from you.” y/n joked, reaching over the table with her fork in hand to grab one more bite of her salad before cody could finish it all.

brandi. y/n remembered when she first heard about cody and brandi and how much her heart hurt, and how much it still clenches in her chest whenever she sees the two together. she remembered how hard she had tried to hate her when all she knew about them was through a screen. she remembered when cody had returned to the wwe and how brandi was there. she remembered when she ran into them backstage and thought to herself “wow” when she saw them. she remembered how nice brandi had been to her when cody introduced her as an “old friend” to his wife, and how she let cody go and catch up with his “old friend”. she remembered when brandi would always say hi to her before greeting her husband whenever she was backstage. she remembers all the laughs and good times she has had with brandi whenever they hang out for a “girl’s night” or even over a text conversation.

and yet brandi will never know about cody and y/n. the late nights after training that were filled of cody and y/n going to a random taco truck, sitting down and cheating on their diets “for tonight only”. those random wednesdays when cody would teach y/n how to drive as y/n was a late bloomer to a lot of those “normal” things people would do. that day that y/n had hit a parked car while trying to park and cody was laughing at the girl’s panic before calming her down and holding her. the way cody would guide y/n through the backstage area with a hand resting on the small of her back. the way y/n would turn down the brightness of her laptop screen whenever cody had fallen asleep beside her and she stayed up to game or watch videos. those stolen kisses backstage before either one of them would go out for their match for the night. the late night movies in bed turning into the two of them getting tangled into the sheets. brandi will never find out about all those times that happened all those years ago, and cody had made sure of that.

so, to everyone else in the locker room, their bosses, and brandi: cody and y/n have always been good friends and that’s all they ever will be.

“you keep yapping about stealing my wife, but if my memory serves me right: i do believe you are going through a horrible dry spell right now.” cody teased his friend, shoveling the last bite of the salad into his mouth after he spoke. he was smiling as he chewed, reaching over to pick up the lid of the tupperware and y/n’s fork. y/n wished he didn’t put her fork into the tupperware and close up the box before handing it back to her: it’d make it easier to find someone who would treat her half as good as he does.

“and you’re acting like i actually want to end my dry spell.”  she lied, knowing that the man she’d want to end her dry spell with was sitting across the table from her and happily married. “look codes, hypothetically, and i mean hypothetically, if i wanted to end my dry spell it would have been over long a long time ago.”

cody shook his head with an amused chuckle in an endearing manner. he got up from his chair, pulling it over so it was beside y/n’s own and sitting back down beside her. she tried to ignore how good his cologne smelled when he slung his arm over her shoulders. she tried to stop her heart from breaking out of her chest from how hard it was beating.

”hey, there’s something i’ve been meaning to show you. but try not to make a scene, okay? i don’t want anyone else to find out yet.” he leaned in to whisper in her ear, only pulling back to take out his phone. he kept his arm around the woman, who was now simply staring at him with a bewildered look.

try not to make a scene? she couldn’t believe what she heard him say. it was as if the man had forgotten how dramatic she really was. but nothing could have prepared for the heartbreak she was about to experience.

she looked down at her lap, where the man had rested his hand face up to show her his phone screen. she felt his arm tighten around her shoulder to pull her closer to his chest at the same time she could hear her heart slow down.

brandi’s pregnant.

it was just an image of brandi holding up a positive pregnancy test, and yet it hurt oh so much.

y/n turned in cody’s arms so she could face him, flashing him a large smile before wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin on top of his shoulder. “holy shit codes, no way! and you expect me to not make a scene you motherfucker. holy fuck! you’re going to be a dad! i’m going to be an auntie!” she whisper-yelled to her friend as he laughed and hugged her back.

he couldn’t see how fast her face fell as soon as she hugged him. he couldn’t see the sadness that had now pooled in her eyes or the way she was trying not to let the tears fall. and he couldn’t tell how hard it had suddenly became for y/n to breathe.

“we found out last month. it also might be a little early but, we’d love for you to be a godmother to the baby. which also implies there being a godfather so you better find yourself a man soon, little one.” he had laughed in her ear, squeezing the woman in his arms. he let go after hearing her yelp from the sudden squeeze.

“you won’t be calling me ‘little one’ when my godchild comes along, codes. and if you want there to be a godfather than by all means, go find one. i am completely fine on my own” she lied through her teeth, pulling back from the embrace and staring into his eyes with a wide smile on her face.

his smile reflected her own, before he stood up and brought the chair back around the other side of the table where he got it from. he walked back over to y/n, leaning down slightly to kiss the woman on her forehead. “alright, i’m off to get ready for tonight. i have to cut a promo with roman as soon as the show starts. i’ll text you later, and let me know if anyone causes you any trouble!” he said his goodbyes to her before walking off to the guys’ locker room.

and although it should be easier to breathe with one less person in the large catering area, y/n could only feel her heart and lungs tighten in her chest as she watched him leave. the kiss he had laid atop her head stung as if he had set her on fire. y/n was not aware she wasn’t breathing until she tried to gasp for air. she shot up from her seat, forgetting her tupperware and bag on the table as she walked to the bathroom.

and for once, the dramatic y/n did not want to cause a scene. her sudden motions had caused her to grow nauseous, and at some point she had taken in a large intake of air. she stumbled into the nearest bathroom - not knowing if it was the women’s or men’s room - and nearly fell into an open stall. she didn’t get a chance to close the door, nor did she care about the loud shrill of “y/n? are you okay?”

all she should hear was the sounds of her own dry heaving and hacking. all she could smell was something like flowers. her vision was full of stars. it came all at once and ripped through her chest and throat like someone cutting her open with a dull knife. and suddenly a single pink carnation flower fell into the toilet bowl.

she couldn’t believe her eyes as she stared down at the petal. a pink carnation. the same flower he had bought when he asked her to officially be his girl. the same flower that cody had given her before he had flown off to join the wwe main roster. the same flower that she would forever associate with him.

the pain flooded away, although y/n was still left breathless. she continued gasping for air as the stars cleared from her version. she could feel a hand rubbing circles on her back, and she hadn’t even noticed that her hair had been pulled back and away from her face in a makeshift ponytail.

“thank you” she whispered out after finally calming her breathing, sitting up from being bent over the toilet bowl. she felt her hair fall back down against her shoulders and watched as the person flushed the toilet for her.

“you’ll be okay, y/n. i got you” she heard him say behind her.

austin theory. an asshole to the wwe universe, but arguably one of the nicest guys backstage. the young man helped her sit with her back against the stall wall, and he crouched down in front of her.

she stared into his eyes, feeling tears pour in her eyes before she let herself fall forward and cry into his chest. she could tell austin didn’t know what to do. after all, the two were more acquaintances than friends and have only changed a few greetings here and there whenever they’d cross paths.

“don’t tell him, please. it’s pathetic.” she whispered, which austin acknowledged by wrapping his arms around the woman, knowing that all y/n needed right now was someone to be there for her.

hanahaki was not a common disease, but it was common enough that people knew about it. what was once believed to be a fictional disease turned out to be very much real. any doubt that y/n had about flowers being able to grow in one’s lungs simply because the person they loved didn’t love them back had disappeared in her mind. after all, she was living proof of the disease now.

“but why? why now? i’m over him. i’ve been over him. he’s married. he has a kid on the way. and i’ve been by his side for months now as just his friend. so why now?” she cried into his chest, feeling herself cough as she did so.

and if other people walked into the bathroom and heard her crying or saw the multitude of flowers that began to fall to the ground, no one said a word.

and if cody, who happened to ask around where y/n was after finding her things left out on the table in catering, had passed by the bathroom on the way to find her only to hear her crying from inside following by what he thinks to have been austin theory comforting his girl, he didn’t say a word.

and if he waited off to the side of the bathroom, waiting for you to walk out preferably without austin behind you so he himself could find out why you were crying and comfort you, he didn’t say a word.

but cody did wonder if you felt him staring into your back as he watched austin carry you out of the bathroom.

he knew austin definitely did. austin had acknowledged him with a nod the second that he had stepped out of the bathroom. and cody could tell from the way austin carried you away from cody and eventually out of cody’s line of sight, that austin did not want him anywhere near you.

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[jujumin-translates]

Event | 7th Anniversary: All Actors Aboard! | Chapter 4: VELUDO STATION MEMORY ✕ Itaru Chigasaki

Itaru: …Oh, I’m so done for.

Chikage: In what sense?

Itaru: Probably in all senses.

Chikage: Good work. Company presentation or something?

Itaru: Bingo. It’s been a while since I’ve brought something like this home with me, but I didn’t think it’d be this much of a pain in the ass…

Itaru: And tomorrow’s meeting is first thing in the morning. Agh and it’s already this late… I wonder how many hours of sleep I’ll be able to get.

Chikage: Haven’t you spent countless sleepless nights up gaming?

Itaru: Apples and oranges.

Chikage: If you’re too sleepy, maybe you should take the train instead of driving.

Itaru: Can’t you just drive me, Senpai?

Chikage: Unfortunately, I have to go straight to a client.

Itaru: You’ve got to be kidding me… ughh…

Itaru: Guess there’s no avoiding it, I’ll take the train. I’ll actually end up in an accident in this condition.

Chikage: Then you’d better get going early. It was pretty rough this morning because there was another delay today.

Itaru: Huh. You took the train this morning, Senpai? Why bother with something like that?

Chikage: I knew the train was going to be delayed, so I called a cab before things got too crowded.

Itaru: What a cheat code…

Chikage: It’s not a cheat code, you’d know that if you gathered some real-time information.

Itaru: Well, yeah, that works too, I guess.

Itaru: (That reminds me, Senpai’s helped me out like this before…)

*Flashback*

Itaru: (Today’s the one day that the parking lot at the client’s office isn’t available.)

Itaru: (Well, it’s not that far from Veludo Town, so I guess taking the train isn’t so bad sometimes.)

Itaru: (Umm, transfers… damn, that’s complicated. Who knew there’d be so many different ways to get there.)

Itaru: (I’ve been part of MANKAI Company for a while now, and the only thing I’m still not used to is transferring trains.)

Itaru: (It’d be best to take the most straightforward route rather than the one with a bunch of odd transfers.)

Itaru: …Huh.

Itaru: (The train wouldn’t arrive on time. Are they running late?)

*Footsteps*

Itaru: ?

Chikage: Hey, what a coincidence to run into you here.

Itaru: ! Senpai?

Itaru: (Why is he here… maybe he lives around here or something.)

Itaru: Good morning.

Chikage: Good morning. How odd. I thought you said you always drive to work.

Itaru: I have a client to visit. Taking the train was much more convenient.

Chikage: Oh, I see.

Chikage: By the way, you’re part of a theater company around you, aren’t you, Chigasaki?

Itaru: Um, well, sort of. The company’s dormitory is around here, so I came from there.

Chikage: I see…

Itaru: And you, Senpai?

Chikage: I just happened to be getting off for a transfer. I had some business to take care of in this area too.

Itaru: (So both of us have got it rough, huh.)

Announcement: “The train is arriving.”

Itaru: Ah, finally. Well then…

Chikage: Chigasaki.

Itaru: Yes?

Chikage: It’s a bit out of the way, but you should get off at the station two stops ahead and then transfer.

Chikage: If you transfer at the station before that, you’ll be flooded with delays and transfers.

Itaru: Huh?

Announcement: “The doors are closing.”

Chikage: …

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Itaru: (Senpai’s smiling and waving.)

Itaru: (There’s no way that delay information was available yet in the transfer search.)

Announcement: “The train service is currently experiencing a delay of approximately ten minutes. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.”

Announcement: “We will inform you of any transfers ahead.”

Itaru: (Damn. …Guess I’ll have to contact Senpai and thank him for the help.)

*Flashback end*

Itaru: (At the time, I was really grateful for the help, but at the same time, I wanted to know how he knew so much about the state of the trains in and around Veludo Station.)

Itaru: (But now that I think about it, it must’ve been because Senpai was trying to get information about MANKAI Company out of me--.)

Chikage: …What is it?

Itaru: No, it’s nothing.

Itaru: (Figures, I could never ask him that.)

Itaru: Ughh… I’m getting depressed just thinking about work tomorrow.

Chikage: Everything going okay with the other thing?

Itaru: What other thing?

Chikage: The article for the web edition of “VELUDO”.

Itaru: Oh, that. Didn’t even get a chance to start thinking about it. My head’s been full of nothing but company documents lately.

Itaru: (But maybe the memory I was just thinking about could be a good source of content, even if I’ve gotta leave out some parts.)

Itaru: It’s okay. I’ve decided on something.

Chikage: That was fast. At least for you, Chigasaki.

Itaru: Nah, it was nothing. Even I can do this sorta thing right, can’t I?

Chikage: Right, right, I suppose.

Itaru: But I only just came up with the idea. So I’m gonna need a little more time to work out the details.

Chikage: Oh?

Itaru: By the way, make sure to read it when the article is published in “VELUDO”.

Chikage: If I feel like it.

Itaru: (Well, figures he’d say that.)

Itaru: Mnngh… haah… Let’s see if I can do my best tomorrow~...

Chikage: …What time are you done tomorrow?

Itaru: I plan to come home on time. I’m going to bed. …Actually, lemme event grind a bit and collect some login bonuses.

Chikage: Good luck with that.

Chikage: And I can pick you up on my way home.

Itaru: Huh!? But I thought you were going to a client’s office, Senpai--.

Chikage: It’s nothing, I never said I was taking the train, did I?

Itaru: Senpai… my lord and savior?

Chikage: You owe me one, though.

Itaru: Grrhg… a price to pay, as always…

Itaru: (But Senpai’s lending me a hand again. And this time it wasn’t for the sake of trying to get info, it’s just Chikage-san’s kindness.)

Itaru: (And this time, I’m going to take advantage of the never-upfront-about-his-feelings Senpai’s kindness.)

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TADC Episode 2 Thoughts

Jax continues to be my babygirl. He sucks so much and makes absolutely 0 effort to be a better person every day. Yes, boy, give us NOTHING!!

Okay, this isn't necessarily true. This does, however, feel like it lines up into my headcanoned backstory for Jax being some kind of spoiled upstart who is used to getting his way and disconnecting himself from other people - I really liked the idea of him being the son of the boss, so that's where my ideas remain. There's definitely something connecting him to keys. That's why I think he has a debug key, or a keylogger in his system that no one else does. Too bad it's just cheat codes to nonsense adventures that don't mean anything. His hyperviolent streak is new, but it checks out.

Pomni got a bit snarkier this episode, which I really liked. I truly do think that her and Jax would have SUCH a good dynamic...if they weren't pushed to opposite sides of the plot. I truly do feel like she's the one person who could possibly yank him by the ears and say "Hey, stop that." and he might even consider listening. Funnybunny was neither proven nor disproven in this episode.

That is more than I can say for Showtime, though! Yeouch! Getting ahead of myself.

Pomni and Ragatha...do not seem to be close and I can't blame Pomni for that. Ragatha does kind of feel like she's condescending to her at times with her people-pleaser ways, and I can see how that'd be upsetting to say the least. I don't see any chemistry for them, though, if I'm being honest. It seems like since the first episode the gap has only widened to slot into this awkward space...they seem like they can be friends, but shipping-wise this one sure took a turn.

Oh Gangle. Sweet Gangle. Submissive and agreeable Gangle. You probably deserved better in this episode, but at least you got to drive. Kinger didn't even get that. Zooble didn't even go.

And...Gummigoo. Man. Yeah. There went Caine, with all that. The 'friendly Caine' ideas are going down pretty fast. I liked Gummi as a character - he brought something unique to the table that I thought could've been capitalized on as an NPC who discovered the true nature of his world...but Caine said enough was enough and killed the poor sucker. Well. It is what it is.

The theory is going around now also about the main cast maybe having an npc amogus, but...I dunno how to feel about that. The obvious choice WOULD be Jax, but I kind of don't want it to be. I can see appeal on multiple sides for that, though.

Also, yeah, the visual gags were better than the verbal ones this ep. Overall, pretty solid. 7/10.

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Hello hello 👋🏻 for the wip title game - how’s about #17 - cheat code? 👀👀👀👀👀👀 thank youuu

Yes, of course! Thank you. So Cheat Code is basically my take on a time loop where Bilbo was in the modern world playing a video game, only to get sucked into Quest for Erebor. I teased it earlier this year as one of my Birthday Plot Bunnies, but here's a new little snippet below:

Bilbo didn’t even get a chance to cry out and warn Ori before finding himself back in Bree…again. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes. Trolls, stupid, stupid trolls. Why did they have to go to the Trollshaws at all? Why couldn’t he just skip this part of the game? Bilbo stomped down the stairs in a bit of a mood as he decided to wait for the Company in the bar. 

He drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for the food he ordered. Apparently, his stupid hobbit body that he picked need to eat constantly or he would run out of energy. Not for the first time, Bilbo regretted not picking Wizard. He bet Gandalf surely had some sort of spell that would deal with the trolls, but no. Every time they get to the spot, Thorin does something to drive him away. And nothing Bilbo says gets Gandalf to stay. Another dumb gaming mechanic.

When he had last been in his world though, Frodo said something about distracting the trolls until the sun could come up. Only problem was the dwarves he was traveling with seemed to be in a contest of the ‘most dramatic way to die’. Honestly, the way they came in to fight the trolls…some of them not even having any useful weapons. He knew both Kili and Thorin had a bow, but of course NEITHER of them actually use it against the trolls! Bilbo groaned as he let his head fall into his hands.

“And what’s got you down this morning? Did you also have a few pints too many last night?”

Bilbo snorted as Nori came into the room, taking the seat across from him.

“Of course not. Who would…”

“Bofur.” The dwarf interrupted with a smirk. “Plus the lads and Gloin and Dori, surprisingly enough.”

“Dori?” Bilbo gaped, his smile growing wide.

He never would have guessed the dwarf who had been so worried about his tea selection in Bag End to be the kind to be a part of an all-night binge. Nori answered his grin with one of his own in a way only a younger sibling could. 

“So what’s on your mind, Master Baggins?”

Bilbo was temporarily distracted by the barmaid serving his food, and Nori decided to light his pipe. He could just not answer Nori. It never seemed to affect the programming anyways as he learned from his long talk with Thorin that seemed to have been conveniently forgotten the next day. However, maybe that was the perfect reason to ask Nori.

“What would you do if we ran into a small clan of trolls?”

Nori raised an eyebrow. “That’s oddly specific.”

“Just…like to be prepared. For the worst outcome possible.”

“I don’t think trolls are very plausible even as a ‘worst case scenario’, but I do like the way you think. It’s the mindset of a thief. Planning out your moves ten steps ahead.”

Bilbo thought that would be the end of it, as Nori took another puff from his pipe. It was fine. After all, the NPCs are limited in their responses.

“Trolls are massive and will most likely snuff the life out of you faster than you can blink.” Nori remarked. “But they do have one major weakness.”

Bilbo leaned in, almost as if Nori were telling a secret.

“Trolls are very stupid. Get them to engage with you verbally, and there’s a good chance you can outwit them long enough to get away…or stall til daylight.”

Bilbo took a bite of his eggs, chewing thoughtfully. Outwit the trolls. He certainly hadn’t tried that one yet.

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OC Music prompt! All 6 for your newest kiddo (unless you've already done one for them in which case all 6 for Brook!) (@uselessidiotsquad)

Hmm. What if Both? :3 (And thus this post became Long asl;dkjfasdf) But thanks a bunch for the ask! Ever and Brook songs be upon ye!

Ever

1. backstory

The Newly Awakened (from the official LWS2 soundtrack)

This song isn't used in entirely its original context since Ever's not a Secondborn by a long shot--they awaken during LWS3--but the vibes of this track are very much early!Ever regardless, so they get this one.

2. personality

I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe But young enough not to know what to believe in Young enough not to know what to believe

If I can live through this If I can live through this If I can live through this I can do anything

(Champion by Fall Out Boy)

Ever is not that old but also not that young. It gets Fall Out Boy, which is appropriate because of both the lyrics and the vibes of this song--and, on a more personal level, it's close to the same (mental, at least, I was older than 6 lol) age I was when I found that group, so...yeah. There you go!

3. angst

I seem fine But I can't take the highs and the lows All I am is a weapon I shoot 'em down 'til I end up alone

I always say I hate the way you look at me now And I swear, I didn't mean to be a let down What I broke can't be fixed with all my sorry excuses, no

(weapon by Against The Current)

...presented without comment.

4. comfort

We are friends for life Hold that deep inside Let this be a drive To survive

And just stand, high and tall Make sure you give your all And if you ever fall Know that I'm right here

We'll always be together, don't you worry I'll always be by your side, don't you worry

(Always Be Together by Little Mix)

Ever desperately wants to believe this.

5. love life

Not applicable (yet!! that'll likely change :3)

6. fight scene

Countdown's on you best get moving I'm about to change the game Go ahead, try to outrun me It's all the same Ready or not

(Ready or Not by WAR*HALL)

Aaaand bonus Brook songs under the cut! :D

Brook

1. backstory

If you let me I could I'd show you how to build your fences Set restrictions, separate from the world The constant battle that you hate to fight Just blame the limelight Don't look up, just let them think There's no place else you'd rather be

(Fences by Paramore)

Growing up in the Ash fahrar with magic that even you don't understand is a Time, to say the least.

2. personality

So tired from the miles I'm traveling Getting lost somewhere that I haven't been When all the bad shit starts happening I ain't never throwing that towel in

There's a lion in the wardrobe And a wolf out the door I might never get to heaven But I've been there before

(Lion by Hearts & Colors)

I mentioned this on another post at some point, but Brook is very resilient in the specific kinda sense of "you cannot kill me in a way that matters". They will build some semblance of a life back from ashes and will slowly work towards being at least vaguely happy again, even if they can't ever fully get there.

3. angst

Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide You left me spinning around in my mind I got no signal You never replied And I can't get no sleep

I keep telling my, telling myself your ghost story You got me lying awake in my bed, you still haunt me And I can't break free

(Ghost Story by Cheat Codes and All Time Low)

This song isn't meant to be about exactly what I envision it to be about in Brook's case, but it's funny how a song about ghosting someone can also sound a little bit like a song about someone you think is dead. This is one I could dissect in depth for them, weirdly enough aklsjdf

4. comfort

You've seen some trouble Some dark and stormy nights Dry your eyes my son, you're not alone I know the brave, hard You carry your little light up the path in every way you go

Paint the skies Chase the highs Draw the colors of the night Follow the rhythm of your hungry heart Feel the sun catch the vibe for a limited time Be the hunger in your hungry heart Our hungry hearts

(Hungry Hearts by River)

A little bit of Brook's worship of Kormir coming in here, but also them finding a home with the Olmakhan for the years they're there.

5. love life

Nobody gets me like you do I'm not the same, not after you So many things that we've been through I'm not the same, not after All that's been said and done I don't even feel like I'm back at one Nobody gets me like you do I'm not the same, not after you

(After You by Gryffin)

For Brook and Casca - truly a combination of the lyrics, the music, and the vibes of the music video.

Bonus one:

And nothing left unspoken When you whisper, I heard you say

Go on then, love And show me your heart 'Cause you are enough As you are and I'm awestruck So go on then, love

(Go on Then, Love by Said The Sky)

6. fight scene

The Call (the League of Legends one)

Almost more for the vibes than the lyrics (so listen to it if you want a more accurate impression), but the lyrics don't not fit, either!

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If TSI is showing positive divergence (meaning it’s moving upwards while the price is moving down), that’s your green light. - Step 3: Enter your position as soon as you see the TSI cross above the signal line. Set a stop-loss just below the lowest point of the Diamond Bottom for risk management. Remember, no trading strategy is foolproof—but using the TSI as a double-check for the Diamond Bottom helps you avoid those "fakeouts" that love to chew up traders' accounts. Real-World Example: The EUR/USD in Action Back in mid-2023, there was a prime example of the Diamond Bottom pattern on the EUR/USD daily chart. The True Strength Index began to diverge positively just as the Diamond Bottom was forming. Traders who were savvy enough to notice this pattern could have caught a 200-pip move to the upside. That’s not chump change—it’s more like a hefty grocery shopping trip paid for by the market. As John Bollinger—creator of Bollinger Bands—once said: "Successful trading is about the intersection of preparation and opportunity." With the True Strength Index and Diamond Bottom combination, you’re prepared to capitalize on opportunities others might miss. Why This Combination Works So, why does this dynamic duo work so well? It’s because they balance each other out. The Diamond Bottom is like the flashy attention-grabber, showing you where a big move could happen. But the TSI is the rational one, confirming that the move is real and not just market noise. It’s like when you’re deciding whether to jump on a new trend. The Diamond Bottom yells, “Everyone’s doing it!” while the TSI calmly assesses whether it's actually a good idea. And honestly, we could all use that kind of voice in our lives—especially when considering trades. Avoiding the Pitfalls: How Not to Get Fooled If there’s one thing I’ve learned in Forex trading, it’s that the market loves to play tricks. 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Ce guide Drive Ahead explique comment obtenir plus Gemmes et Pieces gratuitement sur votre compte de jeu. Gemmes et Pieces est l’une des devises les plus importantes que vous pouvez obtenir dans Drive Ahead, vous permettant ainsi de progresser dans le jeu. Cet outil de triche ne vous augmentera pas la vous êtes un meilleur joueur. Cela prend beaucoup de pratique, mais cela facilitera les progrès.

Que puis-je faire avec Gemmes et Pieces?

Drive Ahead joueurs peuvent maintenant profiter du jeu en générant autant de Gemmes et Pieces que vous le souhaitez. Vous pouvez devancer vos amis en faisant cette astuce Drive Ahead. En ayant illimite Gemmes et Pieces, vous dominerez le jeu Drive Ahead. C’est vraiment la raison principale pour laquelle de nombreux joueurs de haut niveau dans le jeu utilisent notre outil en ligne. Simple à utiliser, du moment que vous suivez les directives. Tout ce processus ne vous prendra que 5 à 10 minutes de votre temps.

Cet outil est le premier à fonctionner correctement. Présentée comment pirater la méthode Drive Ahead est une application Web réelle qui n’a pas besoin d’être installée sur un appareil iOS ou Android. Tout se fait côté serveur. Tout le processus ne prend pas plus de 5 à 10 minutes et croyez-moi que cela vaut la peine de le faire.

Comment puis-je utiliser Drive Ahead Triche?

– Cliquez sur le bouton “Accès en ligne générateur ” ci-dessous – Entrez votre nom d’utilisateur du jeu, choisissez votre système d’exploitation (Android, iOS ou Windows) et cliquez sur “Continuer” – Après vous être connecté à votre compte de jeu, choisissez le montant de votre compte Gemmes et Pieces vous voulez – Ne patientez que quelques secondes de plus pour que votre demande soit traitée – Une fois votre demande traitée, vous devrez compléter une procédure de confirmation telle qu’un e-mail d’envoi, d’abonnement, d’installation de l’application, etc. Ne vous inquiétez pas, c’est tout à fait simple! Nous faisons cela parce que nous devons empêcher l’utilisation abusive de notre propre triche. Il sera très difficile de garder soigneusement les astuces en état de fonctionnement s’ils sont surchargés par de faux comptes, complets et le tour est joué, vous avez terminé. Fonctions étonnantes de Drive Ahead Triche et Astuce:

– Illimité Gemmes – Illimité Pieces – Libre d’utilisation – Totalement sécurisé – Compatible avec toutes les versions d’Android et IOS, Windows – Mise à jour automatique – Inutile de rooter votre appareil Android! – Livraison instantanée (5-10 minutes maximum) – Système convivial pour chaque utilisateur. – Serveurs proxy indétectables et sûrs.

Drive Ahead Triche est facile à utiliser

Avec le Guide Drive Ahead, vous n’avez pas besoin de dépenser beaucoup d’argent pour obtenir Gemmes et Pieces; les moyens du Drive Ahead Truc sont basiques, il vous suffit de sélectionner le montant, de taper le nom du compte et vous obtiendrez votre récompense. Appréciez notre piratage en ligne Drive Ahead et utilisez-le autant de fois que vous le souhaitez, et même faites-le pour vos amis. Si vous avez des questions, n’hésitez pas à les poser dans une section de commentaires et je vous répondrai dans les meilleurs délais. Si vous aimez cette méthode de Drive Ahead Triche, pensez à nous en donner ou à en commenter. En plus de cela, il serait bon que vous partagiez cet article sur vos comptes de réseaux sociaux ou parliez de ce Drive Ahead Astuce à vos amis. Consultez nos derniers triche et astuces ici!

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Drive Ahead Trucchi – Drive Ahead Trucco Gemme e Monete Gratuite

Drive Ahead Trucchi – Drive Ahead Trucco Gemme e Monete Gratuite Puoi finalmente divertirti molto con questo nuovo Drive Ahead Trucchi che il nostro team ha appena rilasciato al pubblico. Grazie a questo strumento sarete in grado di completare tutti i vostri obiettivi di gioco più velocemente e vedrete anche quanto sia facile da usare. In questa guida vogliamo condividere con voi un po’ di…

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Back to School Resource Masterpost

Hi everyone! It's that time of year again, back-to-school and all the excitement of learning new things, along with the stress and anxiety that inevitably occurs. I've been on Tumblr for longer than I'd like to admit, and have compiled a long list of resources below!

Please note that I did my absolute best to find the original links to all of these posts, but many of them are 4+ years old and the users have changed blog names/deleted. If any of the links don’t work, or there is a link to an original post which I am missing, please let me know! Many of the master posts have dead links so if you find any updated resources please feel free to add on :)

Starting College/New School Year

College Study Tips that Actually Help by @samsstudygram

How to Study in College by @niccistudies

Guide for Starting a New Semester by @studybeshy

No to Low Stress College Studying Strategy by @plannerdy

A Really F*cking Vulgar Guide to Not Losing your Sh*t in College (TW swearing) by @alice-rolfe

How to Be Successful in College by @goddesszillaa-blog

Studying for An Exam in A Really Short Amount of Time by @studiyng

Study Tips for the New Semester by @universi-tea

Back to School Masterpost by @studylau

Resources for the School Year by @ginsengstudy

Back to School Tips Masterpost by @starry-eyes-and-blissful-nights

Notetaking

Unconventional Note Taking Tips by @studyspiration-coffee

@emmastudies note taking system

Effective Notetaking by @afternaomi

Note Taking for Different Lecture Styles by @caffeinatedcraziness

Note Taking Tips by @eintsein

How to Take Notes from a Textbook by @staticsandstationery

Note Taking Tips by @parisgellerstudy

Essay Writing

Transition Words for Essays by @soniastudyblr

How to Write a University Level Essay by @healthyeyes

How to Write a Kick-ass Essay with Half the Stress by @wittacism-blog

Recovering an Unsaved Draft on Microsoft Word by @touched-dreams-blog

Helpful Websites for Writing Essays by @intellectys

Tips for Being Overwhelmed

How to Handle Having Too Much to Do by @howtomusicmajor

4 Tips for Getting Ahead after Falling Behind by @passwithclassandaniceass

Motivation Tips and Avoiding Procrastination

7 Strategies to Manage Distractions by @myhoneststudyblr

7 Strategies to Improve Concentration by @myhoneststudyblr

Tips to Stay Motivated by @maeve-studies AKA myself

6 Ways to Avoid Procrastination by @ivystudying

Tips for Motivation by @sobistudies

Getting your Shit Together by @coffeesforstudiers

School Prep and Motivation by @tea-study-sleep

Productivity

Guide to Crafting your Daily Schedule by @werelivingarts

Four Rules for a Disciplined Life by @a-disciplined-life (OG credit to reddit user ryans01)

How to Stay Productive by @busystudyin-g-blog

A Productivity Masterpost by @effortanderudition-blog

Planners, Apps, and Printables

Learn to Code by @boomeyer

Popular Apps Perfect for Students by @emmastudies

Printables Masterpost by @studywithnerdyglasses-blog

Listing of printables by @emmastudies

Study Apps and Extensions by @mujistudies

Apps for Students by @moleskinestudies-blog

Emails and Templates

Email Template for Anyone Who Struggles with Writing Emails by @ischemgeek

Post Interview Thank You Note Template by @a-windsor

Language Resources

Language Studying Tips by @ssehuns

Google Drive with a Link to Language Grammar Resources by @ingenjor-blog

Studying and Time Management Tips

@aimstudies on effectively reading textbooks

Tips on Managing Research Projects by @munirastudies

Memory Tips by @brain-exercise

Study Less, Study Smart by @marias-studyblr

Tiny Tips for Things You Never Thought About by @leahrning

18 Unexpected Tips for Higher Exam Scores by @studyblob

Study Tips from an MIT Student by @academicheaux

Self-Care and Burnout

@hellenhighwater on loving what you do, and doing what you love

Small Ways to Improve Your Life by @cwote

How I Ditched my Phone Addiction by @universi-tea

How to Avoid Overthinking by @onlinecounsellingcollege

Tips for Staying off Your Phone by @intellectys

Simplifying your Life by @universi-tea

For All the Bad Days by @studykouffee

How to Deal with Burnout by @kawaiistudy

Calming Masterpost by @shelbys-advice-blog

Ideas for Self Care by @educxtional

Masterposts

Masterpost of Everything pt 1 by @areistotle

School Cheat Sheet by @jwstudying

School Cheat Sheet part 2 by @jwstudying

Misc Studying Posts by @epicstudyings

Bullet Journal Ideas Masterpost by @optomstudies

Study Sounds by @universi-tea

Studyblr Masterpost by @getstudyblr

Study Methods by @etudiance

Study Skills by @schoollifeandstuff

[ao3time]

The Batfam play a video game that gives the option to fight on the side of good or evil!

My partner (countdyscalculia on ao3) came up with this thing of beauty! They wrote it and gave me the okay to post it here :D

Dick: always plays the good guy to a T Duke: plays good every time, but if the plot ever puts him in a position he doesn’t agree with he just fucks off and does whatever he wants for a while (really channeling the same Jumps Off A Bridge To Run From The Cops energy) Babs: plays good, but looks up maps of dungeons and stuff beforehand so she’s perpetually one step ahead of the game Jason: always picks the bad guy but halfway through gets “bored” starts to feel kinda bad about his choices earlier in the game and pretty much plays as good for the remainder of the game Tim: plays the villain in every way possible. Then, right before the end confrontation/event/battle, he uses a cheat code to reverse which side he's on and then uses his intimate knowledge of the evil forces to take them down methodically and efficiently one by one Steph: plays as long as she can without having to pick a side. Flips a coin or something to decide. Damian: picks good Of Course, and then proceeds to play in the most evil efficient way he can get away with Alfred: secretly, he once won an award for a UK Tetris competition when he was younger. He declines playing any video games currently, but often right when he's about to fall asleep, he still finds himself organizing the falling boxes into place in his head Bruce: always picks good, but has more trouble remembering which button is Jump and which one is Use Tool or something and never remembers to move the camera around and basically drives all the kids up the fucking wall (and also, like, he does so much tech stuff all the time?? How is he this bad at this????) Cass: uses the game as a fishing simulator (not remotely its intended purpose)