#HAM FACE GET HE ASS WHOOP

[the-unconquered-queen]

NAH FUCK HIM FOR REAL 🤬

But Threep, my hero 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[hurtspideyparker]

Avengers Beach Day !

Tony is under a large beach umbrella, sat on a comfortable chair in bright red swim shorts and a flowy floral cover up. He has a large cooler with drinks, sandwiches and pickles. Also chips. Pepper is beside him reading a book about sustainability.

Natasha is in a simple black two piece swimsuit with large sunglasses, soaking in the sun.

"If anybody stares at my ass I will drown you and make sure your body never washes ashore," she warns as she lays out a towel and stretches out in the sun.

Peter and Thor are the first in the water, but only after Steve makes sure everyone has sunscreen on. "The water actually amplifies the harmful UV rays, so you should reapply in an hour. Don't worry, I'll remind you."

Peter and Clint tell Thor about chicken fighting, which delights him, and they are able to convince Steve to join so they can play. Peter sits on Thor's shoulders, and Clint on Steve's. It takes 4 rounds before Clint realizes Peter is cheating by sticking to Thor so he won't fall down. Peter and Thor switch places, but Thor still wins every time because well... muscles.

-

Bruce sets himself up on a blanket with a book but ends up falling asleep within twenty minutes. He sleeps for 2 hours and gets severely sunburnt.

-

Sam and Bucky sit down in two matching chairs a respectable distance apart, sunglasses on. Bucky is completely still for so long that Sam peeks over to see if he's asleep, his body casting a shadow over the soldier.

"Sam, I swear to god."

"Alright alright just checking, don't get your panties in a twist!"

-

Steve ends up floating around in the water peacefully, spread out like a starfish, while Clint and Peter show off their underwater handstand abilities to Thor. When Thor tries one for himself he ends up kicking Steve in the face. Peter and Clint can't stop laughing while Thor apologizes.

-

Natasha eventually joins the boys in the water, in which Clint begs her to play chicken with him because "all these guys are cheating super freaks!"

Natasha gets on Steve's shoulder and Clint on Thor's.

Natasha wins every round.

Clint grumpily complains about losing for the next half hour until he's distracted by food. (Tony makes fun of him for being such a loser on the ride home and Clint doesn't stop talking about how all his friends are freaks for the next 3 days).

-

Tony calls everyone in for some snacks and drinks, and Peter shakes his wet hair out all over Tony.

"Hey, hey! Watch where you shake that thing, I will hold your sandwich hostage!"

"You can't go to the beach and not get wet Mr. Stark, you're so spoiled. I barely talked you out of bringing that big ugly tent, it was practically a house."

"That's it. Thor, have another ham and cheese," he says as he tosses the sandwich to the god.

"No wait I take it back! Thor stop that's mine!"

-

Afterwards Peter finds a spot with damp sand to start building a castle.

"What are you, five?" Sam asks.

"Hey! I just found these old buckets on the shore and thought it would be fun."

"Mhm, keep telling yourself that boy scout."

"Like you could do any better!"

They stare at each other for a moment.

"Imma 'bout to whoop your ass so hard kid," Sam says as he snatches a bucket from Peter and gets to work a few feet away.

-

Bruce rolls over in his sleep like a gas station hot dog. His other side gets sunburnt.

-

"Kid, I'm ready for a swim. Kid?"

"Not now Mr. Stark, I'm in a sand castle building competition!"

Tony stares down at the teenager with his wild curls covered in sand, filling up a neon pink bucket.

"... move over. Where's your moat? You can't expect to win without a moat."

"The water just absorbs back into the ground," Peter says with a frown.

"Hm. We need insulation. Go back into the water and get stones and kelp. And driftwood for the drawbridge. How much time do we have? Can I get my tools?"

"Hey!" Sam yells, "you can't have help! And definitely no genius engineering toolkit."

"Fine, no tools. But I'm allowed Mr. Stark! Just get someone to help you too," Peter replies as he runs off into the water.

"Son of a- Barnes! Get your ass over here! We need to teach this spiderling some manners."

-

"You should reapply your sunscreen," Steve says while hovering near Natasha lying on her towel.

"Touch me and lose your hand."

-

"Tony, the sun's going to set soon, let's go for a nice walk down the beach."

"Not now Pepper, I gotta finish this brickwork," he says with his face millimeters from the sand as he chisels.

"I wanna go for a romantic walk with my partner. The sunset doesn't wait for anyone, even you Tony Stark."

"Mhm, sure after I finish this battlement."

Pepper huffs.

"Whatever, I'll just go with Natasha."

-

"BRUCE, YOU DIDN'T REAPPLY!"

"Wuh- ow, OW OW OW OW OW OW-"

-

"Okay, times up!" Peter announces.

Tony, Bucky, Peter and Sam all stand up. They step back, scrutinizing each other's work.

"Well obviously ours is better. We have a functional drawbridge," Tony is the first to point out.

"You guys are such freaking nerds. Ours is prettier, and taller. Buck found these beautiful baby conch shells," Sam points out.

"We need judges. Thor!" Peter calls out.

-

"Let's stop here for a second, I need to buy some aloe vera," Natasha points out as she and Pepper pass by a small street of local shops near the beach front.

"Oh, are you feeling burned?"

"No it's for Bruce."

"Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him much today."

Natasha keeps her smirk to herself, purchasing the soothing lotion before heading back out to the street.

"Maybe on our way home we can get some ice cream," Natasha says as she points out the shop. "Bet Cap would like some butter pecan."

Pepper giggles.

-

"Ah, finally, Nat! We need a third judge for our sandcastle competition," Sam waves her over as she and Pepper rejoin the group.

"You have Bruce, Thor, and Steve, what do you need me for?"

"Steve is corrupted!" Peter chimes in.

"He's a partisan of the veteran best friends party. For all we know Bucky used his secret Cap knowledge to rig their castle to the ice pop's liking," Tony explains.

Peter sets his glare onto the man in question, "bet you just go crazy for conch, don't you Steve."

"I'd really rather not be apart of this conversation," Steve tells them.

Bucky turns to the women. "Thor voted for us, and Bruce voted for them. You're the tie-breaker Nat."

Natasha hands the bottle of lotion to Bruce who thanks her sheepishly as she steps up to the castles. She circles them slowly, ducking her head and taking in every crevice.

"Functional?" she asks, pointing at the drawbridge.

"Yes ma'am," Tony smirks.

She steps up to the opposing castle.

"You buy these?" she points to the sea shells adorning the castle.

Bucky lifts his chin, "nope, swam for em. All the work was my own, just short of evicting the previous tennants."

Natasha nods before stepping back.

"I've made my decision. The winner..." they all hold their breath, even Pepper and Steve who have no stakes in the the competition.

"Is Tony and Peter."

Cheers errupt, along with the very loud complaining of the two losers.

"Oh come on man! Ours is bigger, and prettier!" Sam protests.

"Oh really Sam? Is size all that matters? Stark's is functional. I don't know about you but I like a little personality beneath the pretty pretty decorations."

Peter pumps his fists in the air with a "woohoo!" before launching himself at Natasha in tight hug.

"I knew I liked you," Tony interjects as he joins the pair's hug, placing a kiss on both Natasha and Peter's temple.

Bucky rolls his eyes at the gesture and hides an affectionate smile.

"Yeah yeah," Natasha chimes, "let's get out of here so you can buy us ice cream."

-

"What are you gonna go for Rogers? Butter pecan?"

Natasha and Pepper snicker at Tony's comment as they collect their own ice creams from the worker; a chocolate peanut butter cone and a raspberry and lemon sorbet respectively.

"Tony..."

"No, no, I got this. Butterscotch? Rum raisin? Pistachio?"

"I'll have you know my taste buds are very modern. Peter showed me this Thai place and now I'm a regular."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Tony says while grabbing his coffee ice cream.

-

"Kid you're making it too easy. You are genuinely a freaking toddler," Sam says when he spots Peter licking a bubblegum ice cream cone.

"If having a personality is childish then it's no wonder you got cookies and cream, ahembasicbitch." Peter coughs the insult out.

"How dare you, you overgrown Little Tikes ad-"

-

Bucky licks his mint chocolate chip ice cream contentedly in the back of the shop while he watches the others fight.

"What do you think they're on about now?" Clint asks from his left.

Bucky glances at the bubblegum cone in the archer's hand.

"No clue."

-

"AHAHHHAAH"

"What! Vanilla is the best flavour!" Steve tries to argue, although Tony's own laughter rings louder than all other conversation in the room.

"M-modern taste buds AH haha-"

-

Bruce watches with awe and slight concern as Thor happily licks his 3 scoop tall rocky road contentedly.

"You hungry man?"

"Aye, I do enjoy the mallow."

Bruce watches the tower lean in every direction, almost falling several times and looking more dismal with every lick.

He almost says something, but Thor always angles the cone perfectly just in time to save it. Instead, he watches silently while scooping a spoonful of cookie dough from his cup.

-

It seems they got the rest of their bickering out at the shop, as with tired and heat-soaked limbs they pile onto the jet for the ride home.

Tony looks back like a mom driving a mini-van.

"The baby's asleep," he smirks at Pepper who looks back at Peter.

The teenager is dead asleep, mouth wide open and head resting on Natasha's shoulder. She glares when she catches Tony's eyes on the pair and he looks away, glancing at the other passengers.

"I could've sworn Bruce's whole schtick was green. Is he rebranding to red?"

Steve looks over at Tony with a shameful pout, "he forgot to reapply."

Tony quirks an eyebrow but doesn't comment, settling back to cuddle with Pepper.

"Mission success," he whispers into her hairline with a soft kiss.

[secretly-from-the80s]

My outsiders head cannons because idk im bored (warning I’ll prolly misspell things!)

Darry:

1: When he was younger he used to play in the mud with Pony and soda and they would go back into the house and their mom would kick them out and would have to spray them down with a hose

2: (after the book) Darry and pony had gotten into a argument like brothers do and Darry Couldng handle it anymore and broke down in tears in front of both his brothers.

3: he has nightmares sometimes and they cause him to wake up in a panic and he would always have to check up on pony and soda to make sure they were okay

4: idk why some people like make him seem like a Facebook mom who likes minion memes and dad jokes. HES BARELY 20 YEARS OLD. He would probably say the most unfiltered ass shit in a group chat 😭

5: he gets those random urges to like kick or playfully hit pony or soda (I do that 😣)

6: ate rotten food once and work and got sick and his boss had to drive the boy home since he was so sick

7: will probably work himself till he makes himself sick like he Wont stop himself till someone stops him

8: hates seeming like a parent more then a older brother sometimes when the boys need reminders that Darry is still their brother Darry will start a game of tag and all the brothers will run around the house. (When they did that when their parents were alive they knocked down a special vase and they all got whooped)

9 : likes cats. He has a stray cat at work that he shares his lunch with he named it “kitty cat” sooooo creative righttt

10: doesn’t like ham (idk that just randomly appeared in my mind)

Extra: used to bite as a child and gags when those chunks of food in the sink hits his hands

Soda

1: stinks like car oil and pony will not allow him to get into the bed till he showers

2: likes grilled cheeses (me too bro)

3: he once caught Darry having a panic attack and didn’t really know what to do since he’s never really saw his brother like Cry like that so he was awkwardly comforting him😭

4: makes Radom sounds like with his mouth and it’s makes the others tweak

5: gets dates mixed up really easily

6: after Darry slapped pony, soda in a fit of like idk rage punched Darry square in the face.

7: WILL forget to clean under his fingernails.

8: Darry ate his food once and soda ignored him for the rest of the night. Anytime Darry Tried to talk to him soda would give him a snooty face and would cross his arms and say “mhmp”

9: cries when he watches dog movies (like all dogs go to heaven or a dogs purpose or a dogs way home)

10: has the most NASTIEST converse and refuses to clean them

Ponyboy

1: can only cook eggs he cannot cook anything else 😭

2: loves chocolate milk (I think that’s in the book)

3: tried Darry’s coffee once and almost threw up since it was so bitter

4: likes to race Darry since they were both in sports that involved a lot of running

5: stole one of Darry’s old sweatshirts and REFUSES to give it back. He loves that sweatshirt it’s like 2 sizes to big for him

6: (after the book) had a huge growth spurt after the book like it wasn’t even funny😭

7: since Darry and soda are such deep sleepers pony once drew like a “rocketship” and all those other things teenage boys draw he drew it on his brothers faces😣

8: chews his nails

9: has/had a crush on a soc girl and got teased by the gang relentlessly

10: (if it was like modern day idk) he would love headphones/airpods

Dallas

1: got chased by a dog and is forever traumatized from

2: would prolly stink like beer and sweat

3: bro can sleep through a tornado

4: bro prolly has the most greasiest hair

5: bro has a laugh that makes everyone else laugh

6: (before the Curtis parents died) dally finally made Darry sneak out with him and they ended up getting pulled up on by Mr Curtis and they both ended up getting in so much trouble 😭

7: made a your mom joke to the Curtis brothers and ended up getting jumped 😣

8: like those bland ass Cheerios

9: favorite fruit is cherries

10: bro will flip his underwear inside out and backwards since his nasty ass don’t wanna waste the time to wash the clothes

Steve

1: gets mad and when Darry doesn’t make chocolate cake 😣

2: bro will make himself at home at the Curtis house that couch practically as a ass imprint from him

3: likes strawberry shortcake (that’s his favorite dessert)

4: has so much beef with ponyboy they diss eachother anytime they get to

5: bro will HOG the bed if you share it with him

(Sorry his is kinda short 😣)

Two-bit

1: lost his Mickey Mouse shirt in the washer and thought he lost it forever

2: has a younger sister (protective brother)

3: knows how to braid hair

4: tried to recreate Darry’s infamous chocolate cake and he failed miserably 😭

5: he was really mad at Darry when pony ran away. When he found out he said straight in Darry’s face “good brother my ass.”

6: favorite Disney princess is belle (idk why I thought of that)

7: when he’s actually like serious the gang like tenses up a bit

8: knows all the drama from his younger sister he had beef with little kids he’s never even met

His lil sister: “yeah and Shelly and David are dating when she knew David was my crush and I told her too”

Two-bit: “I don’t like Shelly or David 🙄”

Johnny

1: (when the Curtis parents were alive) he once ran to the Curtis house after his father hit him super hard and Mrs Curtis took him in for the night giving him a hot meal and a warm shower and some clean clothes.

2: whenever he needs to crash somewhere he has a designated pallet that he sleeps on in the Curtis house

3: likes m&m popcorn

4: chews the side of his nails

5: can go days without eating

6: bro needs to wash that Jean jacket

(SORRY HIS IS SO SHORT)

[writingforstraykids]

"One of us is going to end up with a broken heart" -> them saying no to adopting/fostering a cat or kitten, so probably Min, you can make it a runt of the litter if you want to sprinkle some angst, but only sprinkle! I can't handle being drowned 😭 Honestly this feels self indulgent now, but we ain't gonna dump now, no sir-e

Just a fluffy time with the "no we can't keep it" dad trope (dad? I mean if you wanna, I won't say no 🙈) then them being the reason its kept, always a sucker for this ugh, gen.neutral would be fine, see no reason for specification on this, go ham, cause I kinda did lol whoops

Aww I love this thought so much, I finished it immediately after you sent it in🤭 I do hope you like it💕

Pairing: Minho x gn!reader

Warnings/tags: pure fluff

Word Count: 767

“Minho, no,” you shake your head firmly as you realize where your husband is so eagerly taking you this cold December morning. 

“You don’t even know what I-” he starts protesting but gets cut off quickly by you.

“Min. We’re not adopting another cat!” you groan softly. 

Minho parks the car in front of the animal shelter and turns to you with a big pout and the best puppy eyes he can muster. “But-”

“Minho Lee, I said no,” you shake your head, thinking of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori, who had just gotten familiar with the newest addition, Cookie, a small brownish-grey goofball who’s been keeping you busy this past month. 

Minho sighs softly and looks at you, utterly heartbroken. “Baby, listen, we agreed ‘no kids yet,’ but…I have to share my love somehow.”

Your jaw drops, and you try to stifle a laugh. “Minnie, you have four kids already, five if you count Felix as your fifth kitty.” That makes him laugh as well. “You can practice being a dad of five, do we really need a sixth kid?”

-

“Look at him, isn’t he sweet?” Minho asks, voice growing all gentle and sweet like you know him around cats. In the small basket in front of you, there’s a little black kitten staring at you with big brown eyes. Your husband turns toward you in search of agreement, and suddenly, you’re faced with two brown-eyed kittens staring into your soul. 

“He is,” you nod, eyeing him suspiciously as he pets his head softly.

Minho looks back at the kitten and makes a soft sound, his smile widening as he kneels down, and the kitten makes a few wobbly steps towards him. Minho picks him up after checking with the employee and rubs his forehead against the kitten’s head. “He looks like Channie, doesn’t he? All in black and those sad eyes.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes at him fondly. “Ah, that’s why; you miss your hyung so much you want to adopt a kitten looking like him.”

Minho shoots you a playful glare and shakes his head. “Obviously not.”

“Minnie, come on,” you sigh softly and shake your head. “It’s too much.”

“Cookie needs a little brother, that’ll make him responsible,” he says so seriously it makes you laugh. 

“Min.”

“Seriously, Y/nnie,” he sighs and makes eye contact with the kitten. “Always the same with them. One of us is going to end up with a broken heart at this rate,” he tells him. 

“Minho, seriously,” you laugh and smack his head playfully.

“You’re such a meanie,” he pouts. 

“And you’re forbidden to take another step into an animal shelter in the next five years at least,” you shoot back, and his head spins toward you. 

“Five years?! Honey, are you crazy?” he gasps and sets the kitten back down. “I’m so sorry, Channie, I would’ve taken you in any day. I would’ve made sure you had a cozy spot, delicious food and you’d be our new maknae kitten.”

Oh, for fucks sake.

-

“Cookie, look, you got a little brother,” Minho announces cheerfully and sits down, keeping your sixth kid in his lap. He makes a happy sound and wiggles from side to side as Cookie nuzzles his face against the newcomer. “Soonie, Doongie, Dori, come here,” he calls out for the rest and holds up the black kitten above his head. “Say hi to your baby brother, Channie.”

“No, he won’t. He’ll kick your ass if you tell him the reason for it,” you snort.

“Minho,” you crack up. “You can’t seriously call him that.”

“Why not? He’ll love it,” he grins smugly.

“He’ll never know,” he shrugs and sets down Channie on the floor. “Never,” he announces and looks at you firmly.

“Come on, I said yes, let me at least choose another name,” you laugh and sit down next to him. “I don’t want to wake up to you calling out for beloved hyung in the morning.”

“Fine~,” he sighs and side-eyes you with a light huff. 

“Oh! I know something, we’ll call you Lixie,” you say proudly after a moment.

“And that’s supposed to be better?” he asks sarcastically, ruffling your hair. “I can’t name two of my kitties the same.”

“You call him Yongbokie either way. Shut up,” you giggle, and he pokes your side.

“You shut up,” he giggles and presses his lips firmly against yours. “I love you so much, baby,” he beams at you.

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“Yeah, yeah, anything to satisfy my beloved cat dad,” you snort and ruffle his hair, giggling softly. Gosh, you love this idiot.

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[askguzma]

Discord Log: Hammond

Guest Starring: @grimomcns

Ask-Guzma:

Guzma is making his way back from grabbing a cup of cocoa and a malasada, almost to his apartment complex, in fact he's not even 2 whole blocks away, when he comes face to face with someone he knows. Hammond? What was the obnoxious spoiled rich boy doing here? Oh... it's Winter, of course they're in Alola again. Shit. He tries to avoid eye contact, but the other already spotted him and is moving in on the offensive. "Well would you look at who it is?" Damn, his voice is just as snarky and grating as Guzma remembered it. He pauses, but doesn't respond at first. "Surprised you decided to show your face here in Hau'oli again. Honestly I'm almost a little surprised you're even still in Alola. What could there be for you in a place where literally the entire public hates you?" Guzma's grip on his lunch tightens. He doesn't want to engage him, but having stopped already, he feels obligated. "What do you want, Ham-face?" His voice is restrained. "Ha! Want! That's cute, you think I want something... I guess I'm just surprised you aren't hiding in shame, right? Isn't that what you do best? I heard that instead of helping and re-homing all those lost children you manipulated, you just left them without another word." Hammond crosses his arms over his chest, a smug smile on his lips. Guzma questions what he's gaining from this. What does he get out of tormenting him? And where did he even hear this stuff? "The hell do you know 'bout what happened?" Hammond rolls his eyes. "All of Alola knows. It's not like it's a secret, right? Big Bad Boss of Team Skull goes and disappears. Suddenly Skull's running around like a torchic with its head cut off without their leader... they fell apart didn't they?" Guzma only hangs his head in shame. He doesn't have a reply to that. "I'm right, aren't I?" Still no reply.

Grimoncns:

Grimsley had just been out for a walk, really. Luck was going mad from being suck inside with her babies...and it was about time he started weaning them. So, out he went for a stroll, deciding to try and catch Guzma on the way back when he saw a scene that was rather unexpected. Oh, anyone with eyes could tell that Guzma was unhappy, and it brought a brief frown to Grimsley's face. Soon, however, he replaced it with his pokerface smile, approaching and giving Luck a reassuring scritch to her ear. "...good afternoon, gentleman..." He greeted smoothly, tucking his hands in his sleeves. "how does the day greet you?"

Ask-Guzma:

Guzma IMMEDIATELY snaps around at hearing Grimsley's voice and look of relief on his face is astounding. He hurries over to him, but stops and hesitates, not wrapping his arms around him... it looks like he wants to, but... he glances over his shoulder at Hammond. The boy notices and approaches with a sly smile, adjusting his tie, pale green eyes fixed on Grimsley. "Well, it's a pleasure, isn't it? Not every day I get to commune with the dead, hm?" He scoffs and tucks his arms behind his back. "So you must be Guzma's new fling everyone's talking about. I knew he had no standards, but THIS is a bit of a surprise. I think when the day greeted you it SCREAMED and tried to tuck you back in for the morning." Guzma is gritting his teeth, turning to SNAP at him. "The fuck you want, Ham-face!? Pretty sure nobody asked you!" "Oh, Guzma... those are harsh words coming from someone in your position, aren't they? I'd actually heard you moved into this complex" he points over his shoulder with one thumb, "and I wanted to drop by to let you know my dad happens to own it, that's all. Figured since the world finally figured out where you were that I'd come pay you a visit." "Tch, why'd'you care so much? I'm flattered, but I ain't into you." "Obviously" he looks to Grimsley, "I see you prefer necrophilia."

Grimoncns:

"....." Oh. Well, now, it was one thing for Grimsley to make those jokes about himself, but it was another matter entirely for someone to bully him for it. In his gut was a mixture of anger and...slight shame. People were MOCKING Guzma for being with him? But Grimsley was used to these low blows, keeping a smooth smile on his face, even though his cat was starting to bristle up from anger, herself. "Man, oh man...what is going on today? I come here for a warm and friendly greeting...and instead end up being cut to the quick. I must've done something fantastic to upset you...." He gave a bow of his head in greeting, his smile certainly NOT matching his eyes. "Elite Four Grimsley, at your service....your father must have some money to own the complex. A shame he doesn't have enough money to send you somewhere to learn manners and basic human decency. What was the name of your finishing school, the City Pound?"

Ask-Guzma:

Hammond's eyes narrow. Oh, okay... so this one knows how to bite back. An amused, if even a little perturbed smile crosses his lips and he gives a little nod. "I thought you were familiar. I think you misspoke, didn't you mean to say FORMER elite four? I'm pretty sure one of the qualifications for being a member is having a pulse. Also, my father happened to send me Quentin Academy... and if you'd had a proper education you would know the difference between proper English and Kalosian."

Grimoncns:

Here we go. Time to roll back the sleeves, proverbally. "....well, it's probably better I don't have a pulse, as I would have died laughing from you trying so hard. As for proper education, it's clear that Quentin academy has....low standards at best..." He gently wrapped his arms around one of Guzma's, his smile sharp enough to cut a hair in half. "....you're right, shame on me for daring to insinuate someone like you could possibly come from the same place as dear Professor Sycamore. He doesn't deserve to be associated with someone who's only company in bed had to be paid for."

Ask-Guzma:

Guzma's eyebrows are raised. He happily accepts his partner's arm, glaring down at Hammond with what can only be described as a combination of disgust and pity. Hammond, however, at seeing that this cat has claws decides to pick a different target, glaring up at Guzma. "Like you have any room to be sneering, Guzmania. Your only defense or consolation in this matter is clinging to... to THIS. Heh, if only you'd clung to your team like you are to him. If you'd ridden their backs instead of riding this stiff's dick and actually had the ability to whip them into shape, maybe they'd still be here. In fact, if you hadn't beaten them at all, maybe they'd have given enough of a rattata's backside to come looking for you when you abandoned them... isn't that right?" Guzma looks away, biting his lip. That... hit too close to home. "Y-you got no place to say nothin' about--" "Y-y-y-you got no place to-- BAH do you hear yourself? Run along with your tail between your legs like the coward you are, Guzmanina. My father will hear of this and you'll be homeless, not unlike the urchins you dedicated yourself to using like discarded toys in your little pity party of a team."

Grimoncns:

"...you can't get to me, so you're aiming for low blows now? Mm...surprised you know how to hit Guzma verbally in the dick. Surprised you know anything about them at all, seeing as you clearly don't have one.....I know your type. Spoiled rich boy that has no idea how to take care of himself, so he acts like he's hot crap until someone comes along that can tear him down. Then he runs home crying to daddy to fix all his problems with money and connections JUST so he can feel better bout himself. No deep, true relationships to speak of, and the only ones you have are BECAUSE of your dad's wallet. Am I getting CLOSE?" He leaned forward some, eyes narrow. "A bit of unwanted advice...open your mouth one more time and I'll make sure that your bruised ego is the last of your problems."

Ask-Guzma:

Hammond's smile falters and his eyes narrow. That stuck him, but he's doing his best to keep his wounded pride from showing. "Ha! You talk a pretty big game for someone whose addictions cost him his job. At least there's still scum like Guzma to suck up to you, right? Good thing neither of you clearly have any standards." He pauses to take a step closer and leans in to smirk at him. "The only low blows I'm seeing here are the two of you settling on each other. Low-hanging fruit all that's within either of your grasp, isn't it? Heheheh"

Grimoncns:

Grimsley's smile turned warm, almost familial as he sat a hand on Hammond's shoulder, gently squeezing. "....better to be low-hanging fruit than a rotten apple that fell off the tree." He cooed. Then, without warning, he jumped up, kicking out both feet as hard as he could, aiming on either side of the sternum. Oh, much as this punk deserved it, he didn't want to cause TOO serious of harm. He even landed on his feet, dusting himself off and acting like he'd done nothing at all, looking to Guzma with a casual smile on his face. "....so, how does takeout sound tonight? I'm really feeling sweet and sour chicken..."

Ask-Guzma:

Guzma hurriedly takes hold of Grimsley's shoulders and swings him around the other side of himself, putting his own body between him and Hammond, half out of defense to keep Hammond away from Grimsley and half because WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO!? Meanwhile, Hammond is sputtering on the ground, hands over his chest and pavement staining his fancy pleated pants. He's coughing and struggling to breathe at first, shock evident on his face as he tries to process what just happened.

Grimoncns:

"What? That's not a yes or a no. Why the face, Guzma?" Let him fight Hammond, he'll rip his hair out.

Ask-Guzma:

"Ah um... I uhh... y-yeah... I think so... I don't... ah um... I...." He's nervously stuttering, eyes on Hammond. He has two options here. Either try and help this fuckerstick and hope his boyfriend doesn't end up in prison for assault, or RUN, RUN AWAY AS FAST AS POSSIBLE AND STILL HOPE HIS BOYFRIEND DOESN'T END UP IN PRISON FOR ASSAULT, FUCK.

Grimoncns:

"...he'll be fine. I kept the knives in my sleeve..." He sighed, tucking hands in said sleeves and shaking his head. "I would apologize, TRULY...but I did warn him. And what better way to shut him up than taking his breath away~?" Grimsley let out a soft chuckle, walking over to kneel down in front of Hammond with a rather malicious grin on his face. "Here's the real kicker....considering my reputation here in Alola is a pretty high one, do you think for one moment that anyone is going to believe that weak, frail ol' me did this to you? You can run home crying to Daddy any time you like. I'm DYING to hear what he thinks about you finally being put in your place..."

"But oh, wait, I'm already dead, aren't I? Guess the anticipation can't kill me, but man, oh man will I look forward to it all the same...."

[muffinrecord]

Okay so-- this is long and complicated. too long and complicated for what i’m trying to communicate anyway

But you know how, like, in shounen/seinen battle manga, there will be that one dude (or multiple that one dudes) who just. LIVES for battle

and he’ll be like “I’ve been looking for a good fight for the 300 years ive been alive”

and then he finally comes across the protag and is like “oh fuck yeah I get to go all out, let me crush your ribs, your spleen, and your self esteem”

and he nearly kills the protag and then goes like “what the fuck you’re weak??? well you scratched me so there’s that at least.”

this is what it’s like when you finally get a good roster on your account and have good memoria. “OH BOY A REAL CHALLENGE oh wait never mind,”

ALSO

You’ll have that one guy and then later on, the protag and him meet again and the protag whoops his ass and the one guy is like “wtf???? this is not allowed” so he goes fucking HAM

that’s what it’s like when you face evade-Kaoru in 100evils part 3 and go “fuck it I’m using all three doppels on you personally”

[partyinthemysterymachine]

Harry 9, 11, 12 or die

hawwy masin stabby tiem

Humiliating Memories

Harry was (is) just one of those types that loves the library. he went cavorting about in many sections, but there was one book in particular he got interested in when it was referenced in a few others detailing the art of letter-writing and communication in ye olde days.

Lord Byron's letters were so fucking astounding. the first part of the humiliation was having to face the librarian to check out the book in the first place. that was the last time he stared her in the face for about seven full months (as well as training himself in masterful avoidance). unfortunately, he also had to Mission Impossible the book away from his parents knowing about it - as they were big fans of making their son turn out his backpack every day Just In Case of Nefarious Behaviors (but also what are you reading, young nerd) - and by some will of Lord Byron himself, he made it out unscathed.

then, humiliation part two: school (in which Harry continues to make questionable, however nerdy, choices)

Harry thought it'd be a cool writing exercise, or like, funny? or like, a.. memory.. retention.. ? exercise..???? we just don't know. but the fact of the matter is (was) that he chose to copy the letters down word for word during classes. he was a.. eehhh.. a B-average student, and teachers liked him enough to leave him alone most days.

except one day, when a particular substitute had a hair up his ass.

all this substitute saw was Harry totally in The Zone, writing like the wind at his desk. he stood there over him for a moment until Harry noticed and looked up at the stern frown of a twenty-five-year-old substitute teacher with some kinda hose stuck up his asshole pumping him blackout drunk on the tiniest amount of power given to him as being a substitute teacher and thus The Authority Around Here. no questions were asked - this teacher was certain Harry was writing notes to someone else and demanded he get up and take his paper to the front of the class and read it aloud.

it was that day that that teacher learned that perhaps they're wrong sometimes; and that Harry Mason, while red as marinara sauce, was a dedicated young man - one that was all too happy to enact some petty revenge by reading aloud the two pages of "notes" even after the substitute asked him to stop. ("But you said to read it all out loud.")

it would’ve been even better and worse for both of them if the principal or another teacher came around to walk right into a scene with the timing of a bad sitcom - but eh, maybe next time.

the other one he remembers when he’s just trying to have a good day is that one time he insisted on pronouncing ‘horchata’ as ‘whore-chata’. definite emphasis on the ‘whore’ part. and he said it so confidently in front of Jodi’s aunt, too. (he should’ve never fucking believed that so-called library ‘tutor’ who always showed up smelling like skunks.)

Bad or petty habits

bad habits

does “talking too much” count here as a bad habit? yanno it goes here and it also goes in a “nervous tics” category so yeah, definitely talks too much

[REDACTED]

smoking. he doesn’t smoke as heavily as he used to way back when, but he’s still clearing a pack every couple of months. whoops.

manipulating conversations. he’s a sneaky one, that Harry Mason. (maybe Vincent had a point there..?)

rub his face really hard when he’s writing/reading over his work. it sorta feels good (kinda like how scratching inside ur ear can be heavenly, but this is with roughly maneuvering his skin around), and it can distract him, or get him momentarily “addicted” to it

car band. catch him going ham on the air drums and ‘singing’ at a red light. does not care if he’s caught. absolutely will sing/play at to whoever caught him. Heather can and will kill him some day

definitely cursing. he curbs it in the right situations but goddamn dude wash your mouth out

spacing out and chewing on a fork/spoon/straw/what have you. he’ll hold it or let it just dangle from his mouth, chewing/sucking on it while his mind goes somewhere else

sit at the piano, prop his elbow on the music shelf, space out (aka thinking, usually about his writing), and repeatedly hit one damn key over and over and over. he presses it, lets it fade.. and just before it’s gone, BING....... .... BING...... it drives Heather batshit.

petty habits

backing up when someone is standing too close (aka tailgating) to him in line, like at a grocery store. Harry tends to casually back up until he steps on the other person’s feet, then look back meaningfully and "apologize.” for people standing too close beside him, he’ll shake out his shoulders and very much flop his elbow into the other person; then look over and quip a bit loudly, “Feeling a little claustrophobic around here, huh?” stay out of his goddamn personal space!

kick Heather from the wifi when she’s being a snot, and change just one (1) random character on the password, or add one (1) more character - or even both! - just to fuck with her. good luck u lil shit.

copy/pasting three pages of text from a random book (usually something obnoxious like Les Miserables, Gone With The Wind, Anna Karenina, The Silmarillion, Clan of the Cave Bear, etc) to his document before he sends it to Maggie (editor/agent) when she’s on his case about reaching his word/page/chapter count

use his right hand for a task he’s been asked to do if someone’s bothering him enough (he is a left-handed)

shuffle a pile of papers or pamphlets so that some of them are upside down, flipped over, or both when he doesn’t like the establishment, or the people that are there - and always leaves the first two or five as they should be, because they trust too much

pay in cash, then ask for cashiers to count back change if they’re making their bad personality or day his problem, knowing that many people do not know how to count back change.

Grudges or vendettas

grudges

that first publishing company that was ready to drop him after his book did less than expected, and was also trying to punish Maggie for it. sometimes he’ll slip a dedication to them into a book - which Maggie sometimes will nix - just to rub it in that he’s doing better without them.

when a kid in middle school made fun of his widow’s peak hairline, telling him he looked like Dracula - and another kid said he looked like Mickey Mouse. when he told his parents about it and how he was upset, they told him that he was too sensitive. in fact, when he was taunted in front of his parents when they picked him up from school, his dad didn’t defend him - he looked down at Harry a block later and said, “I see why they call you Mickey Mouse.” never will forgive that.

in high school, gave a friend $5 to buy a specific candy for him at the corner store, said the friend could buy a candy with the $5 too, and asked to have the change. friend came back already eating the candy Harry requested and handed him something entirely different, citing he “accidentally” opened the one Harry asked for, so just decided to eat it. oh, and he “dropped” most of the change he got back. whatever, dude.

the miserable old fucker at McDonalds who told Heather, after she politely asked for a certain kid’s meal toy (and they both saw him give the same one to a kid who asked for it), that they were all out now - sorry! Heather took the toy she got anyway, but Harry saw the dickhead drop the exact toy she wanted into another kid’s happy meal box. Heather never knew, but oh, Harry’s still daydreaming how he should’ve responded.

around the age of 37, he was beginning to put on weight, and struggled with his appearance and confidence. customer behind him in line at a bakery/coffee shop who, after seeing him ask for several pastries in a box and an indulgent “coffee” drink, loudly mentioned, “I hope you’ll be SHARING with somebody! That’s a lot of cake and food for one person! SO much sugar and fat!” he was shocked wordless. he had to wait for his drink, holding the box of pastries the whole time. he could feel her staring at him (and saw her out of his peripheral vision) and looking quite expectant and smug. Harry just kept his head down and rushed out after getting the drink. he quickly drove away, but then pulled into a different parking lot a few streets down, parked the car, and cried. the pastries weren’t all for him - he’d gotten Heather a couple. but only 2 were for Heather out of the 6 purchased (and 5 of those would be hidden away in his drawers, so it’d look like he only got 1 for himself in front of Heather); and that hit him pretty hard after such a long week.

vendetta

silent fucking hill you got a big storm comin so open fuckin wide to suck this COCK

[wavbleu]

Dylan minette : In the studio

You walked into the studio, amazed, this was your first time looking at the new studio. You walked around and looked at all the flashing lights and all the little buttons and switches, everything seemed so high tech and it looked SO much better than the last old , used and crusty studio the band used to record in.

Your mood and hopes were high until you saw Dylan , he turned around in the Office chair and his face went blank when he saw your face.

You and him always had a bone to pick about something, anything even.

"Ugh" He groaned turning back around continuing to mess around and get the hang of things, "Fuck you too." you snapped at him. To mess with him, you took a seat in a nearby spin chair and scooted into him so close that your breath grazed across his pale skin and acted as curious as George.

You hovered next to him to see what was going on.

He looked at your curious face for a small second 'Why is she even here.' he thought to himself, his eyes lost grasp and began maneuvering itself down to your cleavage, he felt himself become hard as he had a perfect view of your soft and bouncy breasts and could barely see the browning of your nipple.

He had to stop himself before he lost control, he bit his lip to regain sanity.

"What do you want" he said pretending to be frustrated.

"To see what your up to." ,"Also i wanted to see the sweet new studio." You gazed around once again.

"Well you see it, can you leave me the fuck alone now." He gave you a dead stare and you returned it right back, "No need to be such an asshole, I know you like me." You teasingly said while getting up from the office chair, giving him a seductive shimmy and stare.

You took a seat on the comfortable memory foam couch that sat in the back of the the studio and scrolled through insta.

The room was silent for a few minutes, you scrolled through instagram mindlessly while Dylan was trying to mess with the new setup.

He then stopped in his tracks, and turned his chair to face you, "Fuck you honestly." He blabbered, "All you do is sit here, and you have no business around here, your fucking useless." felt like it was his goal mission is to piss you off, because its working.

You set your phone down irritated, "Why are you always on my dick leave me alone.", "You've been on me ever since I started being friends with you guys."

"Its because your an annoying bitch who adds nothing to this group!"

"You know what, fight me." You said putting your hair up. He looked at you intrigued, "Fight you?","Your a girl id whoop your ass"  he said with a sexist monotone, he watched as you prepped yourself to fight.

"Well at least i put up a fight.","One thing I'm not gonna let you do is be disrespectful to me." You wrapped your hair into a bun and took off your earrings.

You ran into him and tackled him, making him collapse hardly into the ground. He was surprised by your strength, you tried to slap him but he dodged and grabbed all your hits.

"Stop are you crazy!" He said trying to push you off his hardening dick hoping you wouldn't feel a thing, But you unfortunately did. You saw his embarrassed tomato red face.

Your eyes widened at the gross yet exciting feeling, "Why the fuck is he hard?" You thought to yourself trying to gather everything that happened in the moment.

"Did i make him hard?" you thought to yourself  cluelessly.

In surprise, he tackled you down and pinned you down by your wrists, making your arms and legs immobile, you couldn't do anything now. You were vulnerable.

He was panting heavily, he sounded like a dog in a hot summer evening, it probably sounds weird but his breath was sexy aswell?

"Can you calm the fuck down." he murmured nervously.

"Do i make you horny?" You asked him with a mischievous smirk, you watched him become a flustered mess, his words began to fumble trying to respond to your question and his face became even redder than before.

How cute.

"Wow i cant believe that i make my arch-nemesis hard." You boldly said, reaching your hand down to touch his throbbing dick. He was breathing so hard you could feel it on your skin.

He whimpered as you stroked his cock from his jeans, he wanted more of that "Im gonna ask again, and i want an answer."

"Do i make you horny?"  You say looking him deep in his eyes, his face was as red as a rose, in a breathy tone he replied.

"Yes.."

You pushed him off you and got on top of him again, beginning to take off your shirt. Your perfect boobs flopped out, revealing itself to Dylan.

You took off your bra and Dylan stared at you  erotically.

Immediately he goes to squish your boobs, you moaned softly as he played with your hard nipples.

You kissed him lustfully exchanging tongues and spit, you both moaned as you bit his bottom lip, almost making it bleed.

Not once in your life would you think you'd kiss Dylan, the guy who 'hated' you most.

But all this time he just lusted after you, he loved to see you angry, It turned him on.

Everything got heated really fast, Dylan began unbuckling his pants eager to fuck the shit out of you, and you did the exact same.

You pulled down your panties and threw them at Dylans face, he grabbed them and observed the wet spot on them it made him even hornier.

You sat on his dick and moaned in pain but pleasure, his size was unexpected. "Too.. big" You say as you struggled to take his dick into you.

It was throbbing and quaking inside your tight little cunt and you enjoyed that.

"Fuck your so tight" He said under his breath, impatiently, he grabbed onto your round hips and made you go in an up and down motion.

"Your so perfect." He said gripping your neck, he examined your curves then looked back at you "And sexy..." 

You bounced your ass on his dick, in reaction it created loud clapping noises. You were getting more used to his size at this point.

He moaned excitedly as he watched you turn into a slut, his little slut.

You continued to grind yourself needy on his cock, you were so close to cumming you just needed to hit that spot and then you would explode.

"Whats wrong baby?" He said as he watched you gasp and whimper in frustration, "Please fuck me in that spot." You said hoping he'd know.

"Since you asked so nicely, alright baby." ," Go get me a pillow."

You got up and grabbed burgundy the pillow from off the couch then went to go lay down, you stared confused at what he would do.

He lifted you up and placed the pillow under your lower back, and gently set you back down.

He slid himself inside you, hitting your g-spot directly, you moaned in complete pleasure.

Every time he stroked into you, he hit your g-spot every time, making you scream excitedly.

"Your legs are shaking so much princess.","Calm down." He began stroking alot hard than before, as if you would 'calm down' now. His dick was nearly submerged in your juices.

"Im gonna bust a load in you, and your gonna take it alright?" He said looking you in your eyes before going ham on your cunt.

"Im cumming yes yes yes!" Dylan growled at you "Don't fucking do it." he continued to pound himself ruthlessly into you.

"Fuck-" You said trying to keep yourself from busting, he decided to make it harder for you by rubbing your sensitive clit.

"Please Dylan." You said with begging eyes, tearing up even. He didn't care a bit.

"You cum when i say cum."

His strokes became irresistibly sloppy, his and your loud and needy moans filled the studio.

"Im gonna cum in you and i want you to cum with me, ok?" He kissed you then went to continue hitting your sensitive g-spot.

You lost control of yourself and came all over him, it got all over the wooden floors.

"Damn- baby-" He whimpered and moaned as it became hard for him to last, seconds later you could feel his hot cum in you.

He slowed down to keep from overstimulating himself.

"That was amazing." He kissed your lips and your neck softly, you smiled comfortably and satisfied.

"I still fucking hate you though." He said in a monotone voice.

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Authors note: Hello😌 Im starting to explore some kinks after some extreme research! Drop some of your kinks if you want to!

[angelthebedsheet]

Can we please get a scenario where black reader is having a horrible day and she’s walking pass Karasuno volleyball team and Tsukishima say some half slick shit so black reader just turns around and starts beating his ass?

a/n: CHILE I WAS GONNA WAIT TILL THE WEEKEND TO UPdate BUT I SAW THIS AND BABY I HAD TO JUMP ON YHAT SHIT YALL STARTING TO KNOW THAT I LOVE WRITING Y/N WHOOPING A S S

leTs Get IT YALL

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GRRT POW OKAY SOOOOO

now your day was absolute SHIT

your hair wasn’t cooperating and the hairstyle you wanted to try wasnt doing right

so you just did the same slickback bun

then you lost your earrings twice so you had to wear those ones that were your least favorite

it took you five minutes to find your socks

you felt like shit

you couldnt even find your lashes so you went lashless on a FRIDAY

you didnt even walk to school with yachi this morning so she KNEW something was up

you were in a bad mood all day and tsukishima of all people kept poking fun at you which usually didnt bother you

“wow for once you dont look like snuffalufocous”

“tsukishima shut the fuck up”

he’s LIVING for that

usually you can clapback

clapback game STRONG

“you had that hairstyle for the past couple of weeks.”

“swear to god tsukishima stop.”

yamaguchi is already betting your gonna pop off today

“tsukki i think you should stop”

yachi’s praying for him

now time skip

ya day got even worse

tsukishima was MILKING it and you were tired of it

you were FINISHED

you were about to leave when you walked past the gym

“look there’s a mole rat crawling back to the sewer drains.”

you turned your ass back tf around and walked into that gym

now yamaguchi and yachi feel the irritation coming off of you

you threw your bookbag on the ground and you took off your blazer

“on my fucking mama you keep talking SHIT tsukishima but thats alright imma beat ya ass for that then. since you wanna talk like a bitch you can get dragged like one, hoe”

tHEN HERE COMES THE INSTAGAITORSSSSSSS

“OOOHHHHHHH” -tanaka

“GET INTO IT Y/N!!!” noya

sugawara been EXCITED for some drama

AND HIS HOMEGIRL ABOUT TO THROUGH HANDSSSSSS

“yeah okay sure go back to the pound”

the team is INVESTED NOW

kiyoko and asahi went 👀 too

now you just run up on ya boy and WITH THE POWER OF

Z E U S H I M S E L F

you SWANG ON THE NIGGA

GOT HIM IN THE CHEEK

THE SOUND OF THE IMPACT WAS SOLID BABY

“DAMNNNNN” - the whole team

now that bitch caught off guard and stumbling

and he LIVID

i hc that if tsukki can talk allat shit his hands can also make up for it

i know his brother was play fighting with him too when they were younger

“put em up bitch”

“alright lets fucking go then”

now yall SCRAPING

nun of the playing shit

yall getting solid hits on each other

aint nobody stepping in

yall hitting like mf BOXERS up in that bitch

you even got him in the bleachers

you KNOW damn WELL someone’s recording aka tanaka

nishinoya is HYPING YOU UP bc i KNOW he been WANTING to swing on him but he cant bc he’s his senpai

“WHOOP HIS ASS Y/N GO IN BITCH!”

both of yall hits are connecting

tsukishima got a GOOD hit in and busted ya lip

now you mad

idk about yall but if i got my lip busted it would be over im going ham let out the beast

havent had a fight where im bleeding yet irl

back to our scheduled program

if you’re worrying about your skirt dont worry you wear biker shorts under that bitch aint nobody getting flashed

yall finally move from the bleachers

you are even more pissed

yall both are leaking by now

the team finally starting to intervene

yamaguchi, asahi and ennoshita holding tsukishima back

suga, daichi and tanaka holding you back

hinata and yachi standing inbetween yall

“AYE YO YAMAGUCHI GET YA BOY AND TELL HIS BUM ASS TO STOP TALKING MAD SHIT FORE I KNOCK HIS ASS THE FUCK OUT”

“KNOCK ME OUT THEN BITCH. KNOCK ME THE FUCK OUT LIKE YOU CLAIM YOU WOULD.”

kageyama just standing there like “bitches started fighting and i was deadass rootin for her but um... ion know now wtf do i do.”

cap’n daichi speak up like GO GET COACH UKAI AND TAKEDA TF???

he like alr bet and call that nigga freeces BECAUSE HE’S GON

more words are being said

tsuki says some REALLY slick shit

yall were RELEASED AND BABY YOU SERVED HIM THAT ONE TWO MUHAMMAD ALI COMBO PUNCH THAT MADE HIS KNEES BUCKLE LMAOAOAOOAOAOAOAO

when tanaka went in nishinoya took a hold of the phone to record

that man is becoming a professional cameraman with the angles he getting

he getting on the floor

his hands are mad fucking steady even tho he’s screaming DUMMY LOUD

tsuki bounces back and yall are back at it

them hits baby...

LOUD

everybody getting loud

nishinoya doing straight LAPS around yall SCREAMING

asahi is like the only once trying to like pull yall away but you accidentally swang on him

“damn aight im out”

he dropped that idea and went to sit down bc this getting too much for him

when he went to school today he definitely didnt think you would almost rock his shit

kageyama bust in that bitch like

“THE FEDS ARE HERE”

que for everyone look innocent

you kicked tsukishima down there and grabbed ya shit then DIPPED

yall both looking rough but tsuki..... you got him

coach ukai and takeda get there just as you book it out there

tsukishima was deadass about to chase you tf down bc that was PLAYING DIRTY

not yo fault this bitch a 6’0 tall bean pole with muskle

takeda got glasses so he was like nishinoya GET HER NEOW

nishinoya’s a fast mf so he was like alr BET

tanaka’s phone was RETRIVED AND IN HIS BAG

he def sending that to the group chat that you, coach and takeda and tsuki arent apart of bc snitches get stitches

nishinoya BOOKING IT after you

you sitting on the sidewalk with some tissues wiping your nose

nishinoya pulled up like “WASSUP MY LIL CHAMPION”

“okay so takeda sent my ass after you but imma just let you go home and imma just pretend you fought me on this then went all flash gordon on us and dipped. aight?”

“okay.”

“lets take a picture bc i’ll be damned if i dont memorialize this shit. how you feel now?”

“tired and my face hurts a lil”

“who knew yall both could pack a punch like a lunchable.”

“mh.”

yall took a pic

you KNOW the type of pic

“my homegirl just whooped some ASS lets GOOOO”

caption filter posted on his private instagram

then he let you go dummy fast

went back to takeda like nah she was gone

tsukishima got ice packs on his face, clothes ruffled, hair crazy, sports glasses crooked

that bitch is PISSED

deadass wants a round two

you on the other hand fixed yourself up and got a snack

you told ya mom that you got into a fight

even asahi cheek sting a lil

i think the whole team fw the fact you beat his ASS

walking home yamaguchi tried to talk about it to him asking if he was okay

tsukishima damn near beheaded him and yamaguchi said fuck that i wanna live past 20

on monday....

whew you were in a good ass mood

i mean lashes on hair popping lip gloss shinin like chicken grease

shit was a good day bc you WANTED to see how he looked after it

you knew you got good hits in

you on the other hand covered up your bruises with foundation (fenty)

popped on some cute ass fake (or real) glasses to hide anything else

tsukishima was PISSED lookin at you

at the end of the month yall became cool again so alls good

[exsqueeze-me]

Saiyans, half-Saiyans, and other members of the Z Team most likely to lead a gang of their friends to beat the ass of whatever stupid fuck decided that cheating on their (the Saiyans', half-Saiyans', or other member of the Z Team's) best friend was a good idea.

(Okay, I'm gonna do headcanons for this, cause I think that would work a little better! I had way too much fun when I wrote Raditz's. )

Goku: He doesn't understand the concept of cheating, so when he finds out someone cheated on you, hes a bit confused, but when he sees that your distraught and sad because of it, he enlists Vegeta to explain it to him. Once he figures out why cheating is so bad, hes off to whoop some ass. He won't go too far, but hes definitely gonna make sure they know what they did was wrong. If that means a trip to the hospital, then so be it.

Vegeta: He has the most awestruck look on his face when he finds out. Why would someone cheat on you? What was their malfunction? Whatever it was, Vegeta's on his way to knock some sense into them. They get a one way ticket to the hospital and get shit talked the entire way there. Vegeta ain't gonna let them get away with hurting his best friend, not in million years.

Raditz: He let's you get out all your sadness and anger before he goes to hunt your ex down like a lowland gorilla. When he finds them, its hands on sight. He isn't gonna let them get away with that kind of tomfuckery. If he hasn't been given the whole 'killing is wrong and bad' speech yet, hes not holding anything back. If he knows better, then to the ER it is. Once hes done, he comes back with a proud grin on his face. Be proud of him. Even if he did beat someone's ass into next week, he did it because he cares.

Bardock: With Bardock, theres a thick line between knowing murder is bad, and not caring. Bardock marches right over that line when it comes to the people he cares about. Of you want to prevent murder from happening, it's best not to give any names or locations. If he already knows, then good luck trying to stop him. Your ex doesn't know what hit him. One second, your ex is chilling, and the next hes face to face with the sun. Again. Be proud of him. He only did it because he cares.

Gine: She wants to whoop ass, she really does, but comforting you is more important. She stays with you for as long as you need. She isn't gonna let her best friend be all alone during bad times. If she gets the chance, you best believe our girl is throwing hands. Just because she doesn't particularly like fighting doesn't mean she isn't 110% down to whoop ass.

Broly: Like Goku, doesn't understand what actually happened, but he hates that it made you sad. Please, for the love of whatever is holy, do not let him find out who cheated on you. He might not understand the specifics of the issue, but he still can and will yeet your ex to the next galaxy over. Angry Broly is scary Broly. That means it's best to keep him away from your ex if you dont want to see Broly go absolutely ape shit on them. If, however, you think your ex deserves it, go ham, friend.

Turles: He probably had the tendency to cheat in relationships too, but if you've weaseled your way into being his best friend, hes taking you on a special mission. More specifically, a mission to find your ex and blast that ass real fast. Turles likes kicking people's ass, it only makes it more fun when he has an actual reason. Be warned though, he spares no mercy. If he goes to find your ex, hes there for blood. If that's not your cup of tea, you should probably just stay home and let him have at it. Hes a-okay going alone. More destruction for him.

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Hike

Commission for the grand @auspiciousagape !!! So sorry this took so long, love! I hope you like it!

Commission info is in my about page!

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Jayson adjusted the basket slung over his shoulder restlessly. Why had he agreed to this again?

Because Marcus hadn’t been allowed to visit in a few weeks and Jayson really wanted to see him. To feel that two-tone warmth when they stood close together.

Jayson rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip. He really had to get these feelings under control.  What if he let them slip while they were out? No, they would not slip out. He would not let them.

“Nervous?” Rosalia asked slyly, making Jayson jump. She moved to stand beside him and grinned as he glared at her. “Oh, don’t act so annoyed. He’ll be here.”

“I know he will,” Jayson replied, still scowling a little. “He always is.”

Rosalia shot him another sly look, but said nothing.

Soon after that, Jayson’s ears pricked as he caught the sound of boots thumping up the drive. He looked and grinned, heart lifting, when he saw Marcus running towards them. Rosalia patted Jayson’s arm and said sweetly, “I need to get back to work. Have fun, Jayson.”

“Uh-huh,” he said absently. “Thanks, Rosa.”

She snickered and went back inside of the House.

Jayson took three steps forward and then Marcus slammed into him, hugging tightly. Jayson laughed and hugged back, basking in the warmth that shivered through his empathy whenever Marcus was near. “You’re not late, no need to run,” Jayson told him, still grinning.

“I wanted to be early,” Marcus replied, muffled in Jayson’s shoulder, before releasing Jayson from his fierce embrace. He grinned too, and Jayson almost told him that he looked adorable with his hair all mussed and his eyes bright and his cheeks flushed. “The Seneschal was being dramatic again, though, so I had to run.”

Jayson shook his head and tweaked Marcus’s nose. “You’re not stern enough,” he teased. “Practice a foreboding frown and a tone of disapproval.”

Marcus rolled his eyes, but he was smiling still. “Whatever. When are we going?”

“Right now, if you want,” Jayson replied, picking up the second basket and holding it out to Marcus. “It won’t take long to get there, but we have a lot of work to do.”

~

Normally, Jayson would have asked one of the other Healers to come with him. Kurreb was always easier with a companion, and it helped build connection. But all of his friends and the other Healers were doing other things, and so Rosalia had decided to pester Jayson into asking Marcus to come.

The joke was on her, Jayson thought grimly, as he and Marcus approached Mirus Forest. Nothing would make him confess to Marcus. Nothing short of truth serum, and that was illegal, anyway. And so, they were safe.

That is, they were until Jayson made the mistake of looking at Marcus when they entered the cool shade of Mirus and the fairy-lamp mushrooms lit up in alarm. Marcus gasped, his face lighting up, ears pricked, tail high. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Jayson swallowed hard as warmth built in his chest. “Yes,” he replied, his gaze on Marcus’s face, “They are.”

The first ten minutes were spent showing Marcus the herbs and plants that needed to be picked in large quantities, and also the copycats that should be avoided completely. Then they set off down the path that had not been used recently, and started gathering.

Most herbs had been tamed into patches along the myriad paths, as were bushes, vines, mosses, flowers, and slender trees whose leaves were a very effective headache cure when made into tea, though they tasted horrible. But there were some that were too delicate to move into easier reach, and these were the ones Jayson looked out for. He knew roughly where they all were, he’d been on Kurreb plenty of times; but plants, being what they are, don’t follow people rules. The patches shifted, or shrunk, or grew, or split up. Jayson left the path often to try and find the shy little herbs he needed.

Marcus filled a third of his basket quickly, tying each bundle together neatly with string and stacking them in a grid pattern. He also hummed, or imitated birds, and Jayson had to smile. Marcus’s eyes were wide, his expression delighted and awed as he took in the wonders of Mirus; flowers that shifted through the rainbow every time their petals were ruffled, ponds of strange colors with vibrant algae and cranky blue frogs, stones that vibrated gently and gave off heat. Every time he heard an interesting bird call, he did his best to replicate it. He looked so happy, in his jeans and t-shirt, with dirt and sap all over his hands and knees.

Jayson wanted to help him stay happy. He wanted Marcus to never lose this day of beauty and freedom. Brown-toned love shivered through him.

When they reached the river that flowed through the forest, around the middle of the morning, Jayson kicked off his shoes, rolled up his pant legs, and told Marcus, “The water here isn’t magic, really, but it is nice on the feet after walking. Come on!”

Marcus immediately took off his own shoes and socks and rolled up his pants, and they both leapt into the river, yelping at the cold. Fish scattered and a grumpy turtle swam to the other shore.

Jayson sat on a large rock near the bank and hummed happily, closing his eyes and tilting his head up to feel the sunshine on his face. Was there anything more peaceful than sitting in the sun by flowing water? Well, other than stargazing in the hammock with Marcus.

That sunshine-yellow love touched his empathy, and then the brown love, the color of perfectly-brewed honey cough syrup, rose too. He smiled and opened his eyes, and when he looked at Marcus again, his friend was bent over, peering intently at the rocks in the riverbed. He was blushing faintly.

“Hey, what are those little crab things?” Marcus asked, pointing.

“Crab things?” Jayson stood, walked over, and also bent to look. “Oh! Those are hermit--AUGH!”

Marcus laughed far too gleefully as Jayson fell into the water and came up spluttering. “You are way too easy to trick!” Marcus exclaimed, grinning as Jayson growled and rubbed water out of his eyes. “It’s been years and you still fall for ‘what’s this’!”

Jayson reached up, grabbed Marcus’s shirt hem, and yanked hard.

Marcus shrieked as he plunged into the water with Jayson, but when he sat up he still laughed. Jayson had to smile back, and slicked the water out of Marcus’s silky hair.

“You’re an ass,” Jayson chuckled, then stood and helped Marcus up. “Alright, we’re both soaked. Let’s get back to work.”

Marcus sighed dramatically but followed him out of the river.

Their dunkings seemed to wash away any leftover quietness. Marcus complained about the courtiers and the military between bird calls; Jayson grumbled about the newest trainees, a pair of twelve-year-old twins who thought they knew more than the master Healers because their parents were the court Healers in another country. Marcus taught Jayson to whistle like a robin; Jayson taught Marcus how to properly ask the fireberry vines for a harvest. They ate the spicy delicacies as they walked.

At noon, they sat beneath a huge oak tree covered in sweetheart ivy, and ate the sandwiches Jayson had brought.

“I just don’t understand,” Marcus muttered, nibbling a piece of ham. “My uncle says that we need to strengthen the army, but it’s already as strong as we need. He acts like we’re going to war at any minute. The delegates and ambassadors are nervous around him, now, and he doesn’t seem to notice.”

Jayson shrugged as he swallowed a bite of sandwich. “Maybe he wants attention,” he offered. “I’ve known a few people like that.”

Marcus snorted, but sighed and leaned on Jayson lightly. Jayson’s heart turned over. “Maybe. Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I come with you next time you do this?”

Jayson smiled and resisted the urge to kiss Marcus’s ear. “Yes, of course.”

~

Late afternoon sun was slanting through the trees, touching everything with gold and yellow. The forest was alive with birds, squirrels, ground mammals, chiming bluebells--and the laughter of two teenagers in the river.

“No, no, that isn’t a waltz!” Marcus cried, apparently unable to stop giggling, as Jayson deliberately messed up the figures. “You’re doing that on purpose!”

“Not at all, sire,” Jayson replied primly, trying to ignore the shivers of excitement in his chest from the touch of Marcus’s hands and the closeness of him, as Marcus attempted to teach Jayson to dance. “I am simply following my heart. Hup!” He lifted Marcus by the waist and spun them both around, cackling as Marcus whooped and water flew off of them both in a glittering whirl.

They had finished harvesting earlier than Jayson had expected, and were now just being silly and wasting time because they didn’t want to go home. It was nice. Jayson didn’t feel like he had to be a miniature adult out here, with just Marcus and time slow and sweet as honey. He felt more like himself.

Marcus buried his face in Jayson’s shoulder when he was set down and continued giggling for a few moments. Jayson stood still, his hands still on Marcus’s waist, breathing a little harder with exertion, and had the thought that, if he put his hand under Marcus’s chin and tipped his face upwards, he was at just the right distance for a kiss. He was not ashamed or alarmed by that thought; he simply held it, and wondered idly what Marcus would taste like. Sweet water from the river; the mint that Jayson had found that they had both promptly rolled in; the fireberries from earlier. He smiled to himself, thinking of how nice it would feel to kiss Marcus.

Marcus had stopped giggling, and was now just standing quietly, pressed against Jayson. The water rushing around their legs felt just as good as the sun on their necks and arms and faces. Jayson’s empathy picked up several emotions that he sensed were coming from Marcus: pink contentment, silver happiness, blue calm. It was lovely to just exist, in a place where no one would judge, hurt, or accuse them. 

Jayson closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Marcus still smelled like warm earth and honey.

“Should we head back?” Marcus asked, very softly.

“We don’t have to,” Jayson murmured. “We can stay for a little longer.”

Marcus sighed and slid his arms around Jayson’s neck. “That would be nice,” he said.

[helga-leakadia]

All We Know 4

Chapter 4: Celebrate

“I don’t bite...unless you want me to.”

James gets drunk at a party, but the night ends like many others before.

Super excited for this one! I had a lot of fun writing it and I got the chance to add in one of my OCs for my planned mega fic, so you get to meet her here.

“GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!”

The party was in full swing by the time the team even made it into the Common Room. As James entered, the noise nearly knocked him off his feet. He barely had time to make it ten steps in before someone had grabbed him and hoisted him on their shoulder, still screaming over Gryffindor’s win.

Looking around frantically, James tried to pick Sirius out of the crowd. Did he set this up? He knew this wasn’t even the House Cup, right? If this were supposed to be the smaller party, James was a little afraid what the bigger ones would look like.

He was lowered to the ground—or more accurately, dropped rather unceremoniously, causing his knees to buckle as he tried not to fall flat on his ass—before he was able to catch sight of any of his friends.

If he could just get to his dorm. He needed to change.

A hand tapped on his shoulder and had to look down until he saw a dark head of curls and a bright white smile. “’Lo Winnie,” he said, relieved to finally see a familiar face.

She held out a glass of something brown and cold. “Don’t tell Lily, but I was the one who got most of the firewhisky here,” she said with a mischievous smirk. He took a sip, letting the icy liquid warm its way down to his stomach, the cinnamon giving him a pleasant burn in the back of his throat.

“Your secret’s safe with me. She’s not gonna get McGonagall, is she?”

“Nah, she’s at least three drinks in at this point, she’s having a good time. I made sure of it.” The way Winnie said the last part made James a slight bit weary, but before he could think too much of it, Sirius came up behind Winnie and place his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug. She squealed and kicked at him to let her down, but laughed as she said, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you never sneak up on a black woman?”

“No, but now that I think about it, I’d never sneak up on any woman in my family,” Sirius quipped. Winnie playfully smacked his arm just before it found its way around James’s shoulders. “Congrats on the win, mate,” he slurred, leaning in to be heard over the blasting music.

“You know it wasn’t a big game, right? What’s with the rager?”

“Never need a reason to party! But it’s the last weekend before break, might as well have a little fun, right?”

“Well, if you insist,” James said before downing the rest of his drink. Winnie whooped before excusing herself to get another round, presumably from one of the tables in the corner someone undoubtedly smuggled up somehow. Having been on the Quidditch team since Second Year, James never did help set up any Common Room parties and was vastly lacking in knowledge of how they were kept hidden.

The music kept blaring and Winnie made sure their drinks were never empty. For a little sprig of a girl, she sure could hold her liquor. James, on the other hand, was thoroughly wasted. The firewhisky was trying to make his ears steam, as if he had just eaten a bag of Pepper Imps. Sirius wasn’t faring much better, having already been stumbling and slurring his words by the time he found James.

Sirius loved mixing his alcohols, too. He came up with crazy concoctions as if he were mixing potions and loved to have the others test them out, with wildly varying degree of drunkenness following.

Sirius, true to his Animagus form, was like an excitable puppy when he drank. He became even more hyper and friendly and just wanted to dance the night away with his ten new best friends. But even through all that, he made sure to drag James along for the ride. As if he were a little kid, he often clung to James the more he drank, wanting to keep a buoy nearby just in case.

Tonight, his arm barely left James’s shoulders. Not that he minded, it was warm and comforting there, and definitely kept James from falling over as he started stumbling. It also kept him from getting too close to Evans when he spotted her those few times, looking beautiful if a little annoyed at the noise level not dying down once the wee hours of the morning crept in.

“Yeah, Jimmy Potter here’s gonna lead us to victory again and again, ain’t that right, James?” Sirius was saying to…someone and their twin? Maybe. James couldn’t tell. But Sirius was saying it, so he was probably right, so James nodded in agreement.

“Best Chaser Gryffindor’s got, mate,” Sirius said, quieter this time. Did someone tell him to quiet down? Were they going to get in trouble? Should they hide? Sirius wasn’t hiding, he was still talking. He was warm, so warm and strong next to James. His breath was hot on James’s ear. It tickled the hairs on the side of his head. He liked it; Sirius should keep doing it.

Remus! Remus was here! “Hiya Remus!” James slurred, excited to see his other friend. He’d been pretty down lately, but now he was looking relaxed and smiling. He must have been drinking too. Remus almost never got drunk. He was a strong boy.

“Yes, James, you’re right,” Remus said, chuckling good naturedly. Oh, James must’ve said that out loud. “Yes,” Remus confirmed, still smiling at him. “Might want to get him upstairs.”

“Aww Remus, you always take care’a us,” James said, a goofy smile spreading over his face. He grabbed Remus’s arm, turning himself into the ham of a Sirius and Remus sandwich. This was nice. He liked being here with them. Where was Peter? He could be the cheese. “Peter! Be the cheese! Peter, we need cheese!”

Peter didn’t show up. Prick. Where could he be? Remus was trying to pull away, but he couldn’t. The sandwich would fall apart without him. “Hey, Remus, don’t go.”

“C’mon James, I wanna get some food. You could probably use some too.”

“Okay yeah, yeah, le’s gessum food. I like food.” He tried to walk by pushing into Remus, but Remus was an unmoving wall.

“James, mate, slow down, you’re gonna hurt someone.”

“What? Naw! I won’t hurt ‘nyone. Will I, Sirius?”

“Dunno mate, you’re pretty scary sometimes. I wouldn’t wanna get on your bad side.”

“Come on Sirius, I don’t bite.” James leaned in, basically placing his mouth right on Sirius’s ears. “Unless you want me to.” His giggle sent a great shudder down Sirius’s back. He tried to pull away from James as well, but James immediately latched onto his both arms, keeping him properly trapped.

“You're barking mad,” Sirius said, his voice going soft and small. James had to lean in to hear it, pressing his cheek close to Sirius’s. His skin was soft, and James found his long hair with one hand. It was so silky, and he could just smell it from where he leaned his head. It smelled clean, like soap and just a slight hint of vanilla. “James?” Sirius sounded scared. James must protect him! His head snapped up, but he kept his arms wrapped tight around his friend, looking for the danger. He didn’t see anything. Everyone else seemed to be fine.

James moved until he was directly in from of Sirius, looking quickly behind him before resting his forehead on Sirius’s and closing his eyes. He could smell the vanilla still and it was mixing with leather that always seemed to stay with Sirius, even when he wasn’t wearing his Muggle jacket. It was so cozy and now it was mixing, too, with the cinnamon of the firewhisky. Mmmm, it was like Christmas.

Hey, Christmas was soon! He had to make sure Sirius got some nice gifts! He should owl his mother right now!

“No no no, James, no! No owlery!” Sirius wrapped his arms around James’s middle and he instantly sagged. He didn’t need to be anywhere else but here. He loved it here. Sirius was warm and safe. He missed this when they had been fighting. “Let’s get upstairs.”

They stumbled their way up the stairs and crashed unceremoniously into James’s bed. A smiled played on his lips as he fell asleep against Sirius’s chest.

If they woke up the next morning wrapped up in each other, slight hangovers causing them to need a bit more pumpkin juice to make it through the day but otherwise no worse for wear, well, then, it was just another fun night. Wouldn’t be the first time, and wouldn’t be the last time, that they shared a bed. Nothing weird there.

[fmdhaseo]

ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ  wOoOoOoOow i’m so excited to be here finally!! typically i’m a pretty ~ minimalistic ~ person when it comes to formatting ‘n stuff, but i’ma go a little ham on this introduction because i’m really excited!! ANYWHO, my name’s cheyenne ( but please call me chey ) and i represent the drastically under-appreciated mst. i use he/him pronouns, and for anyone who’s curious, i’m 21+!! i’ve been eying this group for awhile now, but hadn’t joined because of school and work reasons, but my town’s in lockdown, so i finally have a bunch of new time on my hands to write!! now that that’s outta the way though, please love me and my first ever muse here!! her name is jeon haseo and she’s lucid’s main vocalist and lead dancer. in my head, she sounds a bit like wjsn’s yeonjung, gfriend’s yuju, and dreamcatcher’s siyeon when she sings, and when she dances, she reminds lots of people of twice’s mina and her gorgeous face-claim, wjsn’s bona!! she’s a former prima ballerina at a dance company in korea that she was pushed out of due to accusations of favoritism, and even though the board at the school were adamant against said accusations, it was lowkey kinda true lol. her dad is a former dancer that’s received tons of acclaim in the dance world, and it’s said that his name is what landed her all her opportunities in ballet —- whoops!! she doesn’t really know that though, but before i carry on too much, you can read more of my ramblings about her below the cut!! [ youtuber vc ] don’t forget to smash that like button if you wanna plot with us!!

i.  —-  haseo was born in seoul, south korea to a dancer and plastic surgeon, so they had a lot of money to sit on while they raised their daughter. she was brought up in prestigious dance rehearsal spaces, as well as in top-of-the-line hospitals, but instead of wanting to follow in her mother’s footsteps, she decided it’d be more fun to dance like her dad!! she showed promise when she was little, so they nurtured her talents as best they could.

ii.  —-  her childhood really wasn’t all that bad, to be honest, like, she never struggled with making friends, she got everything she wanted, her parents were supportive... what more could she have really asked for, you know? she got along with everyone due to her many interests —- from ballet, to video games, to barbies, to monster trucks —- but that all sorta changed whenever she entered high school. being that she attended a school for the arts danced with a company in their junior program, and had a reputable father, a lot of people started to be really catty with her. she learned how ugly the world could be at a pretty small age, and it’s deffff affected how she sees the world and deals with her problems.

iii.  —-  fast forward to high school graduation, haseo gets offered a spot in a professional company to dance ballet almost immediately. a little sketchy? perhaps, but what’s even sketchier is that she was offered the leading role in her first ever show. vile words spread throughout the whole school and due to the accusations of favoritism, the company decided to terminate her contract rip. she became big sad and almost didn’t dance again until [ spoiler alert ] she was given a chance to audition for dimensions entertainment!!

iv.  —-  she didn’t really wanna become an idol, but she did it anyway because she wanted to dance for a career. she really didn’t even need to have a career with how much money her parents made, but it was important to her to be financially independent, so she decided to stick with it to see if it’d work. long story short, she discovered that she’s a FAB singer, and her long history of dance def helped her standout from the crowd. she trained for two years before her debut, and like, when she was announced to be main vocalist, she literally almost died i think lmao. like, the fact that she was granted main vocal but not main dancer really shook her ass up, but she accepted her fate and tried her best.

v.  —-  the concept changes were a whirlwind, but she likes the more soft vibes that the schoolgirl trilogy gave her. she also thinks it makes better use of her dance skills, but she isn’t really the one in control here now is she? ANYWAY —- her career is blossoming a lot and she’s really excited, but at the same time, she despises that she’s a person of public scrutiny now. she never wanted that to happen at the level that it has, but she puts up with it because she feels she already made her bed, so now she’s gotta lie in it. not to mention that she has some of her old peers from dance starting an online hate group to hate on her, so you know... this isn’t exactly what she had in mind for her life, but she just takes it in stride and hopes that, someday, it’ll make for good stories to tell her grandkids lol.

vi.  —-  i realize that i haven’t really given a description of her personality or her as a person yet, and well, that sucks, so i’ma do it right here, right now!! how would i describe haseo? let’s see —- she’s kinda, like, prissy but it’s definitely more outwardly adorable than it is obnoxious, if that makes sense? she HATES getting dirt on her clothes, she hates having crud under her nails, and she hates when other people lack personal hygiene skills, but she was taught well and doesn’t really voice her harsh judgments unless she’s provoked lol. it also appears to me that she has tons of patience naturally, but is also kind of a hot-head if you actually manage to piss her off, so good luck to your muses if that happens!! she also HATES being woken up from sleep, like, she’ll literally kill you if you do. she’s more than likely gotten into tons of fights with other lucid girls because of it —- whoops!! she’s also SUPER femme, to be honest? she takes way too long to get ready before leaving the house, and almost refuses to leave looking a mess. her hair is always immaculate, her makeup is BEAT, and her clothes are gorgeous, and all paid for with daddy’s card lmao. other than all that though, she doesn’t really fit the “rich girl” stereotype in that she doesn’t act like a snob to just anyone, yk? she’s really open to meeting new people, and she’s a fiercely loyal friend to people she loves, as well as a HOPELESS ROMANTIC [ she’s a taurus, after all ] with her bfs/gfs. she’s also MAD cuddly with anyone, like, she doesn’t give a fuck, she communicates v well with physicality and touch!! if you got any questions ab her, don’t hesitate to lmk!!

[kingdomheartsmarts]

You bless us with so many great headcanons, i always feel bad to ask for more when the first post is already over three screens long! Though i've had a slightly different idea earlier- how would their life look like when s/o would be in a poly relationship with the guardsmen and the local scienctist dad? What does Ienzo think about it?

a-n: look I would have them if my boyfriends too if I could- so i went ham again. whoops. i really loved this though! @lucky0stars has a similar prompt that I like so I did my best to do something that was different from them. I hope you enjoy! Don’t be afraid to request again I have nothing else to do but write. (lol some smut under the cut again i couldn’t help myself. 

This goes along with this prompt

Poly! Aeleus x Dilan x Reader x Even 

When it’s you four in a bed, Even normally is clinging onto Dilan’s or Aeleus’s arm or side for dear life while you lay on Aeleus’s chest, normally after forcing Even into an actual sleep schedule instead of letting him stay in the lab for days on end 

Even actually sleeps in a lot of you let him, forcing whoever he was clinging onto to stay in bed longer, which is normally Dilan, and when this happens it’s hard to wake them up 

You and Aeleus will leave them be if they have nothing to do and go to cook breakfast for them, sometimes making an extra plate if you have a suspicion Ienzo hasn’t eaten in a minute 

Speaking if Ienzo, Even and Aeleus were already protective over him, Even more so than Aeleus, but now it feels like he has four parents. You always make sure he’s been sleeping and eating, Aeleus checks on him to make sure he doesn’t overwork himself, and Dilan makes sure Even doesn’t overwork him. It’s odd but endearing. 

Ienzo didn’t catch on to the fact that Even had three partners until he secretly saw you kiss his cheek, then Aeleus holding his hips the next day, then Dilan full-on making-out with him the next day. He was confused for a while until he caught a glimpse of Even’s neck one day, which was covered in different sized hickeys 

Ienzo questioned him about it, and while Even got flustered and embarrassed, Aeleus calmly said they were all together, which was a big lightbulb moment of Ienzo 

Sometimes you also bring him ice cream or a sweet. Ienzo gets loves sweets. 

If Even has been in the lab all day for way too long, Aeleus will tell you and you can normally convince him to go on a walk with you, helping him get his mind off of things while you hold his hand, talking about anything and everything. He loves walks like these, just small talk and being able to clear his head while he has someone he can just talk to about it. 

Even secretly enjoys you being in the lab so often, it makes him feel like there won’t be an accidental repeat of what happened so long ago

Even likes your body, it’s a contrast to his own tall and a stick limber, and he loves your hips and butt. He’s an ass man. Dilan loves your body but that’s not what caught his eye originally and Aeleus loves your body 

Even also hesitantly compliments you, scared to overstep, but once you reassure him you enjoy them, he does it slightly more often. Whenever he compliments Dilan, Dilan gets the biggest smug smirk and will start to tease him. 

Dilan tends to enjoy teasing Even whenever Ienzo is not there, coming behind him and holding his hips against his own, nibbling at his ear, roaming a hand under his shirt before going back to his guard duties 

It always leaves Even hot and bothered, blushing from the tip of his ears to the bottom of his neck, trying to calm himself down before Ienzo comes back 

Aeleus tends to refrain from teasing everyone while they're supposed to be working, but if you come in and try to tease him, he gets a hungry glint in his eyes which you will pay for when he gets home 

Sometimes it’s fun to go and tease all of them, being respectful of Ienzo of course, walking around Dilan and a just-too-short dress, rubbing up Aeleus’s arm while you talk to him, or hugging Even from behind, making sure to press your breasts against his back-just enough to get in their head before you leave for the day 

Even tends to be the most needy out of everyone, ignoring his own needs until he’s grinding against you, holding your hips and whimpering, just for the other boys to come up behind him and start ravishing him; hands running up his shirt while he’s hastily stripped, bites along his neck, and his nipples being pinched until he’s begging for someone to do something 

You’re the best at blowjobs, Even is the best at eating you out, Aeleus is the best at eating ass, and Dilan is the best at sexual choking. 

Even will never admit this out loud, but he loves the guard uniforms. Sure, they had them 10 years ago, but then he saw them in the same black robe for 10 years- so a man in uniform does turn him on. 

Even tends to be the kinkiest. 

If all four of you do it, it ends up normally with Dilan laying down, Even riding him while Aeleus thrust into him, as you on his face; Aeleus sucking and biting on Even’s neck, Even’s hands rubbing down Dilan’s muscle while he kisses you, and you holding Dilan’s hair in one hand, facing Even and making out with him, and Dilan’s moans and licks on your core causing you to moan. 

You and Even tend to be the most vocal, moaning at every touch and groaning loudly when you both orgasm 

Afterward, you’re all exhausted and normally ignore the mess until morning, kissing on each other until you fall asleep in a pile of limbs

[thehoneyxbadger]

gabby gets stabby pt. 2

Who: X23_GAB/Gabby Kinney, @ptrparkcrs, @akahellcatwalker, Where: Streets of New York When: 26th May 2020 What:  Spiderman tries to stop Gabby’s attack, helped by Hellcat.  Warnings: blood, violence, death, brainwashing

Part 2: Peter Parker/Spiderman & Trish Walker/Hellcat

GABBY:  Gabby's fighting was a combination of her training and a feral animalistic quality unleashed by the trigger scent. Even as Supergirl began moving civilians away, the scent lingered all around her. Later, Gabby would wonder how it had been dispersed over the crowd, but right now she wasn't thinking anything. The closest to her now was a young man she'd normally find familiar. A friend. Peter.

Friends didn't matter like this. She lunged towards him.

PETER:  There had been the Spider-Sense, then the screaming, and the crowd, and Supergirl. Someone was hurt, Peter could see that from blocks away, so he swung in, ready to web up and quip out whoever was down there. As he got closer, he saw the civilians being led away, a few already fallen, and, at the center a small figure--a girl. One he knew. Not well, but well enough to know she wouldn't have done this, couldn't have done this. No. Not Gabby.

He landed in the street between the crowd and Gabby, sizing up the situation. His spider sense was on high alert, and she looked--wrong somehow. Feral, cruel, unrecognizable. He was going to make a joke, to hold her back so Supergirl could get the bystanders to safety, but she was too fast, and so much stronger than he'd expected. Her lunge threw him off-balance, and, as he fell backwards, he kicked at her.

GABBY: She didn't feel pain, and this was why. Alchemax didn't want their assassins to be slowed down by their targets fighting back. So despite Peter's kick pushing her back, it didn't stop Gabby coming. With a snarl, she slashed at him and kicked him back hard. Normally, when Gabby fought bad guys, there was some sort of glee in her face. Even if she wasn't smiling, that light shone through. But not now. Now she looked every bit the terrifying weapon she was created to be, the one she'd always been so bad at being.

PETER:  His kick landed, but it wasn't enough. His spider sense was working--loudly--but it, too, was too little, too late. Gabby had come for him more violently than he could have expected (she was a kid!), and he couldn't dodge her attack, not enough. Her blow landed: the fabric of his suit tore under her claws, the blue stained purpled brown by his blood. Fuck.

Peter clapped a hand against his side and staggered upright. It didn't seem too bad, not too deep, nothing a little bacitracin and a good band-aid couldn't fix, but he was off-balance now, a little winded. "Come on, kid," he said, and fired off a web blast to try to hold her down. "Don't make me do this."

GABBY: Under normal circumstances, Gabby would've known who he was. Known that her friend Peter was under that mask, smelt his familiar scent. This Gabby had no idea, and didn't care to know. He had a different scent on him, one that meant she had to kill him. No part of her could stop to question it. His words do nothing to slow her, but the web blast does. Sticking to her and inhibiting her claws for a moment as she tries to slash her way out. But even then, she goes for Spiderman, attacking with her other hand.

TRISH:  Trish heard the commotion a block over and she raced up to the rooftop to see what was happening. What was happening was a nightmare. One where the scent of blood hung heavy in the air. Even heroes among the crowd looked hurt by whoever this attacker was. A familiar red and blue caught her eyes and Trish jumped down, mask on, just in time to see the attacker lunging at the friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man -- a young hero that she knew Tony cared about more than most.

Grabbing the attacker's arm, she pulled back and punched the girl in the face on instinct. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Trish cringed at that one... it sounded like something Carol might come up with.

PETER: He'd had her, he'd really thought he'd had her, but his webs had only slowed her. Before he could recoup, before he could quip or breathe or come up with a plan, she started to lunge at him with those horrifying claws.

-- Why didn't he have claws? They looked fun and effective and good in combat. All he had were his fists and sticky nets, which had seemed creative at the time, but, in retrospect, weren't great for when one of the Wolverines was trying to slash him to pieces. He'd disabled the laser eyes on the suit after he'd blasted out a chunk of Aunt May's garden shed, so he was really down to basics. Tony Stark's souped-up excess didn't seem so bad right now.

And then, seconds before Gabby could get him, a masked woman landed a good solid punch to the face. "Wow, that's not subtle," Peter said. But it would do.

It bought him the time he needed to get back on his feet and up in the air to land another punch to the face for good measure. "Time for time out," he said, and stood up, rubbing his stinging fist. He felt bad doing it--this was Gabby, a good kid, not some faceless thug he could leave dangling in a web for the cops to find. But he had to do what he had to do.

GABBY: She snarled at Peter until someone else grabbed her. Someone she wouldn't recognise, even if she weren't under the effects of the trigger scent. The words wash over her--had she been in her right mind she would've snarked back. Probably something about being smaller than Spiderman in the first place, at only 5'1". But today she was five feet of unthinking murder. The punch to the face hit Gabby's nose hard, crunching as it broke, but even Hellcat's strength couldn't deter her.

She swiped at Hellcat right as Spiderman got up and landed another punch. Another break to heal quickly, but without pain it didn't stop her. She kicked at Spiderman hard, before grabbing his wrist and yanking him down to the ground.

TRISH: She barely missed the claws that swiped out at her, tumbling backwards to the ground with a lot less grace than a cat should have. Trish knew she was going to feel the bruises on her back in the morning. She didn't know who this kid was, but they weren't stopping the attack on Spider-Man, throwing him to the ground.

"Hey, stop!" she shouted, grabbing for the girl's wrist to stop her from slicing Spider-Man into a Spider-Ham for tonight's supper. Telling the bad guys to stop wasn't her best move and it never worked, but she was getting kind of desperate here.

PETER: His wrists, she'd gone for his wrists. He was agile, sure, he could land a solid kick if he needed to, but the web shooters were his real weapons. Without them, Peter couldn't get too far. He had a free hand, and he aimed it at her, but she was fast. Too fast. His spider senses wailed as she slammed him to the ground, and the asphalt tore at his costume. This is gonna hurt, they warned him. Yeah, I know. His ribs ached, his cheek was bleeding, his shoulder ruined. He'd be fine, he always was, but it would take a bit. A good shower, some bandages, an ice pack, a few hours hiding in Tony's workshop where MJ and May couldn't find him.

"God dammit," he growled, pulling his head from the ground. He could feel the wind on his cheek, which meant his mask was torn. Shit. With his good hand, he felt for the rip--it wasn't large, just some wear on his cheek where it had hit the street, a little blood welling against the fabric. That would be a bitch to fix later, and he had to stop it from getting too much worse.

At least Hellcat had swooped in to his rescue. "Thanks for the rescue," he said. "This damsel could use some help." He was getting his ass whooped by a child, and somehow, that wasn't the worst thing to have happened to him lately. Peter sat up slowly, groaning, and raised his hands to blast her. Alright, Karen, do your thing. Pick the one I need to take her out. But don't kill her. With a good solid thwip, he webbed Gabby's stabbing hands to her torso. It wouldn't hold long, but hopefully it would give them a little time.

GABBY: She felt something crack under her fingers, but Gabby gave no thought to if it was bone or tech. Nor the injuries that Spiderman sustained as the ground tore at his costume and blood showed beneath the torn mask. He was alive, so she wasn't done.

But before she could finish him off, she felt a hand on her wrist. Her lip curled in anger and she wrenched herself free. It only took a few seconds, but that was all Peter needed it seemed. Before she could attack Hellcat, strong and sticky webbing bound her hands to her body. She was stuck, that trigger scent still filling her nose and driving her to kill, and unable to move. But she was stronger than a normal person, and unafraid to hurt herself to get free, so it wouldn't hold her forever.

[harryandmolly]

The Emancipation of Ginny ~ 5

summary: shawn and ginny could’ve ruined everything six months ago, and sticking together despite their past could make or break them now as ginny stays on as his personal assistant. but what happens on tour doesn’t stay on tour.

warnings: Language, opulence, the island of Ibiza which tbh should come with a warning label

WC: 5.5k

Andrew sighs, loud and dramatic through his nose so he looks like an adorable little aggravated dragon. Ginny pats his shoulder with a sympathetic smile.

“It’s gonna be fine, love. I promise no one…” She pauses, considering what exactly she’s willing to promise to her boss, “...Will get arrested.”

Andrew grunts and it’s almost pained-sounding. Their gazes are drawn by a loud whooping and laughing from the group of men behind them. Ginny peeks over Andrew’s shoulder at the already rowdy squadron of bachelor party-bound men with a whisper of a conspiratorial grin. It rights into a confident, optimistic, responsible smile when Andrew looks back at her.

“It’s fine. It’s fine, I trust you, it’s two days, it’ll be fine.”

Ginny’s brows lift. “Are you trying to convince yourself or me?”

Andrew huffs again and Ginny can see him start to scroll through the list of reasons building in his head that maybe he really should skip those meetings in LA and just go with them and --

“Andrew, it’s two days,” Ginny assures him. Andrew seems to settle again. He and Ginny exchange a hug and with a few calls of ‘good luck’ and ‘no felonies’ to the guys, he’s out the automatic doors of the private terminal at Toronto Pearson.

Shawn is the first to notice Ginny’s unoccupied. He turns from the group and smirks at her. She wiggles her eyebrows and glides over to him.

“You ready, mate?” she teases, looping her arms behind her back.

Shawn laughs. “Definitely not.”

Ginny giggles along. “Smart boy. I didn’t plan this stag do with the intention of us making it out alive.”

Shawn makes only half an attempt to disguise the awe on his face as she skips away to wrangle everyone.

Shawn’s wedding gift to Josiah is the bachelor party of the century, and Ginny’s gift is to plan it. He told her to use his black card and when she asked about a budget he just shrugged weakly.

“Go nuts, Gin.”

That was his first mistake.

The second, he’s thinking, while he watches her strong-arm the already tipsy band of six twenty-something guys to their chartered jet, is not backing out when Josiah insisted Ginny come along.

She tried to demure her way out of it, insisting it was her gift to him, that she was perfectly fine planning it and not coming along, but Josiah dug his heels in.

“Honestly, Gin, if you don’t come, Shawn’s going to be the default responsible one.”

At that, Ginny blinked in horror and agreed.

It’s not that Shawn doesn’t want to hang out with Ginny, obviously. He’s just�� it’s a weekend in Ibiza on private jets in fancy villas drinking and dancing and wearing very few clothes. It just might be tricky.

Tricky. An understatement, he thinks with a wince.

He finds himself chanting in his head the same words Andrew was muttering to himself only moments before. They’re drowned out by the music already playing on Geoff’s Bluetooth speaker as he steps onto the plane, the last of the group.

They’re spread out among the seats as the stewardess, thankfully already chuckling at them instead of looking annoyed and full of dread, takes drink orders. Shawn smiles at her when she walks past and murmurs for a beer with a quiet “thank you” that has her blushing and heading for the galley with her head ducked.

He turns back to see Ginny holding court. She’s gripping two seats, standing in the center of the aisle, laughing at something Josiah said and grinning wickedly. When she whistles through her fingers, she gets the attention she wants easily. The bleary eyes of the boys settle on her and their mouths seal shut. She relishes their reverent silence before she speaks.

“Gentlemen,” she begins in her silky West London brogue, “We’ve gathered this weekend for a very special occasion. Our good friend Josiah,” She pauses to allow for raucous applause and shrieking, “Has met the love of his sweet little life, Sami.”

“SAMIIIIIII!!!!!” Chris, one of Josiah’s hometown buddies, cries from the far end of the plane, beer in hand. The boys laugh and lift their various beverages in a toast to the bride-to-be.

“And to celebrate this glorious union,” Ginny continues, hamming it up for her audience, “We retreat to the one place on earth more suited to a stag do than Sin City -- the island of Ibiza.”

They’re eating up her theatrics, Shawn included. He howls along with the rest of them, drumming the flat of his hand on the leather seat in front of him. He feels a surge of adrenaline. They were already excited, but Ginny’s ringleader speech has got them fucking wired.

“So, boys,” She lifts her bottle with a quirk of an eyebrow, “Here’s to Josiah, may we keep him alive to see his wedding day.”

The group laughs and gathers to knock their bottles in cheers. Josiah, being Josiah, manages to clink his bottle in one hand while taking a picture with the other. He stows his phone and commands the group’s attention before they stray.

“And to Ginny for planning it!” he barks, swinging an arm around her neck to drag her onto the couch next to him, planting a kiss on her temple. The boys cheer again, seeming to never tire of a reason to scream about something.

Ginny stays where she is and Shawn feels her distance. He inches closer, shifting from seat to seat in what he hopes is a somewhat subtle way until he’s buckling into the seat beside hers with a sheepish grin.

“Hey, you,” she greets, pleased to see him. Shawn beams back. Sometimes Ginny’s attention feels like the sun -- warm, life-giving, essential. When he doesn’t have it, he craves it like a junkie.

He sits back in his seat and watches the runway past her curls as they begin to taxi.

“Thanks again for doing this,” he murmurs earnestly. It feels especially intimate over the bounce of “Careless” by Dusky on the speakers. Ginny turns her head from the window. She flashes that dangerous smile again that makes him shift in his seat.

“Don’t say that until see your next credit card statement.” She clinks the neck of her bottle against his. Shawn rolls his eyes and forces himself to look away from her.

+

If the flight is any indication as to the way the rest of this weekend is going, Ginny will have her hands full.

Getting them drunk on the plane was a strategy. The flight was long enough for them to get drunk and sober up again, long enough for her to observe their drunken behavior in a closed, controlled environment. She had to study up.

Chris is a sleepy drunk, he should be easy enough. Jack is a happy, loud, laughing drunk. Gabe is somehow both sleepy and loud all at once.

Geoff, Shawn and Josiah are no mystery, though. Geoff is rowdy, the troublemaker. Josiah is affectionate and happy and… sloppy. Shawn?

Shawn’s a tricky drunk.

It makes sense. He’s such a good boy most of the time. He gets told to be places all day every day. He’s nice to everyone all the time. He’s under insane pressure and refuses to crack. So when he’s got some whiskey in his system, he’s like an easily distracted giant Pomeranian puppy with too much energy. He bounces around, dances, laughs, bolts away from the group on his long, powerful legs just to be obnoxious. He’s a pain in the ass right until he crashes and then? Then he’s impossible.

At least on the plane when he crashes, they don’t have anywhere to be. Ginny remembers once before they got together that he once crashed in the cab heading back to a hotel in Madrid and Ginny had to physically drag him, mumbling and mostly asleep, out of the car. He’s a heavy nightmare when he crashes.

Ginny is a mom drunk. She can seem like she’s trashed, having as much fun as everyone else, getting just as rowdy and wild, but the moment someone responsible is needed, she snaps into sobriety so fast it’s like she never had a drink at all. It’s handy with people like Hannah and Shawn, both of whom will whine at her to “drink more! Catch up!” if they feel insecure about being drunker than she is. Plus, both Hannah and Shawn get tricky at the most inconvenient times.

Just before the crash, Ginny feels it in the air and passes out water bottles and aspirin. No hangovers on day one, she won’t allow it. She plants herself in her seat next to Shawn looking very self-satisfied as she turns down the music. She props her feet up on the edge of Josiah’s seat while he naps, head tilted, long, silky hair billowing with each of his heavy, gin-soaked breaths.

Shawn looks up from her warm brown legs and smiles drowsily. She mimes sipping water and he obeys, his tricky Gremlin side stowed for the time being.

“Were you the mom friend for Hannah’s bachelorette party?” he slurs.

Ginny tilts her head at his voice and laughs. “I was.”

Shawn grumbles under his breath and starts peeling at the wrapper on his bottle. Ginny lifts her eyebrows and hums. He sighs.

“You should let loose more, Gin. Let someone else be repson-- I mean… respond… responsible.”

He’s so cute. Ginny wants to lean over and squeeze his ruddy cheeks. She giggles, flexes and points her feet in flower printed Keds. Her legs are so long. Have they always been that long? He drunkenly wonders.

“Oh yeah? And who would you nominate in my place, then? Geoff?”

Shawn snorts and knocks his knees together, swinging them back and forth so they bump into hers.

“No. Geoff would kill us all.”

They share a glance at Geoff whose face is smashed into a pillow propped up against a window. His arms are crossed. They snicker in unison until Shawn looks back at Ginny. He tilts his head back and sighs dramatically.

“I could be resp--”

“You can’t even pronounce responsible, love.”

Shawn’s smile is slow-spreading and so sexy Ginny’s thighs press together. God, her legs are looooooooon--

Wait.

“You haven’t called me ‘love’ since before we broke up.”

Ginny’s head jerks at the rapid change of subject. She blinks quickly. “What?”

“You used to call me ‘love,’” he explains with another sigh, like slowing down to catch her up is totally cramping his style, “All the time. Even before we were together. And when we broke up you stopped.”

Ginny’s lips come together as if sucked in by the corners. Shawn studies them, imagining if he pressed a napkin against them he’d come away with a perfect lip print. He remembers her lipstick is long wearing and huffs.

“I won’t call you that then,” she replies breezily, reaching for her water bottle.

“‘S fine,” Shawn says with a shrug, knocking his knees back and forth again, slumping down further in his seat, “I don’t mind.”

Ginny’s face softens. She takes a slug from her water bottle and picks at her own label. They’re quiet for a few seconds. Ginny looks over, inhales to speak, but the words stop in her throat when she sees him asleep, pouty lips parted, head hanging heavy against his shoulder. She blinks slowly and sinks her teeth into her lower lip. She presses her finger into the recline button on his armrest that sends him slowly, gently into a more comfortable position. He settles in, smacks his lips and wriggles until he’s comfortable. Ginny sips more water to feel like her heart isn’t exploding out of her chest.

She’s mostly successful in keeping the hangovers at bay by the time they land. Due to her excellent planning, the massive dark-windowed SUV is waiting for them on the tarmac. The boys’ praise is slightly less enthusiastic than pre-flight, chalked up to the fact that they’re still recovering from their mile high party.

It’s another story when they pull up to the villa.

Climbing past expansive Spanish style chateaus and gaudy marvels of architecture, they arrive outside a two-level modern mansion planted on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean. It’s gleaming white against the battling blues of sky and sea, dotted with massive windows, floor-to-ceiling on the side of the house that faces the infinity pool, which seems to spill straight into the water below.

The praise is ebullient as they roam the house -- “look at this fucking fridge though!” “Is that an infinity pool?!” “Fuck, we’re never fucking leaving!”

Shawn watches with pride that he supposes isn’t really his to feel when Josiah sweeps Ginny into a swinging hug on the deck overlooking the pool. When they separate, Ginny looks to Shawn automatically and his heart gives a squeeze, like she’s waiting for his approval.

He grins and holds out an arm. She hurries up the stairs to tuck herself under it, wrapping her arm around his waist as they look out at the idiots gleefully throwing themselves fully clothed into the 82-degree pool.

“You’re fucking amazing, you know that right?” Shawn offers, quietly enough that it’s just hers. She chews on her lips and cocks her head like a bashful puppy.

“He deserves a kickass stag,” she replies, like anyone would’ve and could’ve done this. Shawn squeezes the arm around her shoulders.

“And you deserve a goddamn crown for this.”

He swipes his thumb affectionately over the skin of her bare shoulder just once before letting her go, running to launch himself, $250 jeans, Chelsea boots and all, into the deep end, jackknife style.

Ginny squeals, laughing heartily with the rest of the guys as he pops back up, shaking his head like a wet labradoodle. This time it’s his turn to look back to her for approval. She lifts her arms over her head to clap. He preens, splashing around, insisting she jump after him.

It doesn’t take much coaxing for Ginny to kick off her Keds and send herself after the screaming boys by way of the best cannonball any of them has ever seen. She emerges into a wall of rowdy boy voices over the pounding of “One Kiss.” She floats on her back, closing her eyes at the almost throbbing cornflower shade of the sky, not feeling Shawn’s eyes from a few feet away.

+

The night, as is everything else, is pre-planned perfectly. After a few hours of romping in the pool, hitting a joint rather inexpertly rolled by Chris, they retreat to their rooms to nap. Ginny wakes up around 8pm to Shawn plucking at his guitar quietly, wandering around the house like a traveling minstrel.

Dinner is a truly terrifying amount of pizza ordered to the house eaten in the outdoor lounge with the day’s football highlights (in Spanish, of course) on the TV. Ginny mutters bitterly, as is customary, about Arsenal’s “chronic full back problem” through tiny bites of pizza and huge slugs of Stella.

By around 11, pizza and beer are put aside for harder stuff. Some switch to liquor, some carry on with weed, everyone gets ready for their first night out.

Shawn, in signature black skinnies, Chelsea boots and a silky black button up, finished his hair routine earlier than expected and wanders the west end of the house aimlessly, pretending to study the odd modern art and furniture. He’s fiddling with his necklace and second guessing his bracelet choice when he hears her voice.

Shawn follows the lilting sound of it singing The Temptations down a hallway he doesn’t even think he’s found yet because god, this place is huge, like he’s Prince Philip searching for Aurora in the forest. He finds her door and knocks twice with a light rap of his knuckles.

“Come in!”

Shawn lets himself in and gravitates to her, glowing in the slightly orange light of her bathroom. With a tube of MAC lipstick and her vape pen in one hand, Ginny is hovering about two inches from the mirror, her finger poking at her eye.

“Hiya,” she hums, wincing when she makes a jab that misses its target. He wrinkles his nose and steps closer.

“What are you doing?”

Ginny recedes from the mirror and blinks, moving her finger. There’s an uneven patch of gold leaf clinging partly to the inner corner, partly to her finger. Shawn chuckles. She pouts.

“Looked easy on YouTube…” she defends weakly, leaning back in to the mirror, closing one heavily mascara-ed eye to focus on fixing the other. Shawn watches her prod a few more times before he steps in with a clearing of his throat.

“Kay, let me try?”

He’s tugging on her arm and leaning in before she can answer. She flutters both eyes shut and feels the gentle pressure of his fingertip in the corner of her eye, adjusting gently until he’s satisfied.

“There.”

Ginny looks up. His smile is placid, his cheeks are pink. She blinks quickly and checks the mirror. He matched the other eye perfectly. She grins.

“For that you’ve earned a hit of this.” She offers the vape pen with a wink. Shawn accepts it, inhaling deeply, holding the vapor in for a few seconds and releasing it slowly behind her as she swipes on her lipstick.

He likes watching her get ready, always has. He used to be a bigger pain in the ass, standing behind her, sucking on her earlobe while she was trying to apply eyeliner or something. These days he stands back and watches her work.

While she’s distracted by carefully outlining the plump curves of her lips, he can check her out subtly. She’s in a deep maroon crop top and clingy skirt set that makes her deep caramel skin seem to shimmer. She smells like her coconut body oil, the only kind of fragrance she ever wears. Her curls are springy and bright. She’s unabashedly tall in strappy platforms that have her at his height even without her hair.

She’s fucking radiant. He won’t say a word about it.

She pulls back from the mirror for a look. She’s abandoned her signature red matte lipstain tonight for a dark burgundy shade that matches her outfit and sports a glossier finish. It makes him lick his lips and try not to wish he was licking hers. He tells himself it’s the weed talking. He takes another hit from her pen.

“Gonna share, Mendes?” she prompts.

You? Never.

Yep, the weed is going to his head. He hands off the pen willingly and watches her lipstick leave a splotch of her behind before she tucks it into her little clutch and leads him outside.

He’s got to shake this. He’s been so good about not indulging in his feelings, all of them, any of them, that pertained to her. Up until this weekend. They’ve had six months of good, solid recovery time since the break up. With the way his mind is babbling at him right now, it’s like it wants him to fuck all that up. He can’t let that happen.

At least not until he knows he’s ready for her.

He accepts the swig of scotch from the flask Geoff offers him as they’re piling into the car to take them to their first stop, Pacha.

A flash of Shawn’s smile is all it takes to get them ushered quickly to their reserved table in the VIP section behind the DJ booth. Once again, the boys look impressed, so Ginny sits smugly with her legs crossed, gazing around the club. It’s high season in Ibiza -- Pacha will be filled to capacity all night with a line snaking around the block until they close at 6am. They won’t stay that long, they have another table waiting for them at Amnesia, a 15 minute drive inland.

This is not Ginny’s first tangle with the White Isle. She’s been flying out for weekends here and there since she was 17. Ibiza has long been a favorite of Ginny’s and Hannah’s, but Ginny has never experienced it like this. Like everything else that comes with Shawn, it’s a step above. The table is already littered with booze. A very attentive and attractive waitress makes herself available immediately. She watches Shawn grin up at her politely and order a whiskey ginger, and then looks to the waitress to watch her shoulders drop, her smile spread and her giggle rise up in her throat. Ginny tries not to roll her eyes.

“Take it easy, Mendes, the megawatt smile is a lot for the uninitiated to take.”

Shawn’s at the part of the night where he smirks at her instead of blushing and insisting he’s just being polite, that he doesn’t know what she could possibly mean by that. He sits back in his chair and bites at the inside of his lip.

“Uninitiated? What does the initiation involve?”

Ginny plays along, leaning across to him as she thinks. He watches her eyes turn up to the light rigging in the ceiling and lets himself indulge in admiring her.

“Well first comes the superstar smile. Once you can handle that without your knees turning jello-y, you come up against the gentle Canadian boy modesty and the ‘eh’s and ‘a-boats’ that come with it,” She pauses to watch Shawn tip his head back and laugh hard, “And the trifecta. That laugh that makes me want to put on a performance and make you laugh all day long. I’d raise hell for that laugh.”

The silence that follows is as charged as the room around them that they ignore. They stare at each other in a way they haven’t in months. Neither looks away while they try to understand the moment, and even more so, try to make it last because neither of them knows when they’ll get the chance to look at each other this way without the possibility of getting caught by the people that constantly surround them.

Ginny breaks first, being the more sober of the two. She clears her throat and tucks a hand through her hair, scrunching some curls back into place. Shawn keeps watching.

The chance of being caught by friends or fans is very low. First of all, their friends have scattered to explore the pulsing club, scouting for girls or for other celebrities. Secondly, Shawn is not nearly the most interesting famous person in the room tonight. On their way into the VIP section, Ginny spotted at least half the cast of The Only Way is Essex plus Martin Garrix plus Paris Hilton and their corresponding crews, all of whom attract more attention than the sweet Canadian kid who doesn’t get tricky until at least three drinks in.

Ginny stops Shawn just short of “tricky” and gathers the boys into the car again to skip off to Amnesia. They stick together this time, tucked away in another VIP booth that feels more private than the first. Ginny is bouncing Euro coins off the table and landing them in her friends’ drinks with a wild gleam in her eye. When she catches him watching her, she slips him a coin of his own with a wink.

The coin corresponds with drink number four. Shawn gets creative, positioning a coin on one end of a spoon and smacking the other to aim it at his friends’ foreheads. When he gets Chris in the eye, Ginny takes the coin back, plucks it out of Shawn’s scrabbling fingers as he apologizes profusely.

David Guetta goes on at 3am for a special set and gets the rest of the guys off their asses to dance. Shawn, even at his trickiest, doesn’t get on the dance floor. Ginny usually can be persuaded, but tonight, she hangs back with him, her chin propped on the table as she flips the coin against the surface by pressing onto the edge with her thumbnail.

She’s mouthing the words to “Titanium” but her chin is flat to the table so her head bobs oddly as she opens and closes her mouth. In his drunken state, Shawn is mesmerized. The motion of it, rather inconveniently, reminds Shawn of other times when he watched her head bob rhythmically like that.

“Hey, do you remember the last time we had sex?”

Ginny looks up, looking less startled than he imagines they would if they were both sober. She pulls her brows together and looks thoughtful.

“I think so. The first night in Tokyo.”

Of course she remembers. She’s Ginny. She remembers everything.

Shawn turns his head down guiltily to his lap. “I don’t really remember.”

Ginny smiles at her secret. She presses the pad of her thumb into the coin and decides to ignore potential consequences of getting into this with him.

“We were unpacking in Tokyo. You couldn’t keep your hands off me,” she relays with a smirk. He doesn’t argue. That sounds like him.

“You were mumbling something into my neck about the schedule for the next few days but you pushed your hand into my leggings at the same time. I kissed you and told you we can either talk schedule or fuck, but we couldn’t do both at once.”

Shawn grins at the memory she’s dug out of his subconscious. “I picked fuck.”

“You certainly did.”

Ginny doesn’t choose to elaborate further about the way he grunted with each heavy stroke into her body, that he felt like he was chasing something down inside her and she was willing and eager to let him try. Ginny lowers her gaze, thinking now that whatever it was, he didn’t find it.

“Sometimes with stuff like that you wish you knew it was the last time,” Shawn muses.

Ginny swallows awkwardly against the table and lifts her head. She props up her elbows and knows her brain will shift to overanalysis when she’s sober about the fact that he basically just admitted that he wasn’t planning for very long to end things with her. There’s a lot to unpack there.

“You remember the last time we kissed?” he prods. She looks up again. She shakes her head.

“Me neither,” Shawn breathes, “You deserved more from me.”

Her eyes flutter shut. She doesn’t know why he’s talking like this and she doesn’t know why she’s not stopping him.

Her eyes startle open again when she feels his fingers link with hers across the table. She looks down at them because it’s safer than looking at him.

“Let me give you something good, Gin.”

She’s nodding before he even says her name. When she looks up, he’s leaning halfway over their table, scooping his hand under her chin to press his lips to hers. Despite his intoxication, he’s smooth and slow and molten hot, murmuring gently into her mouth before he sucks on her lower lip and releases her.

“Oh god, yes,” Ginny moans, reaching up to yank him back in by his collar for more.

Shawn’s lips are wet and swollen; he’s been chewing on them all night. They’re both drunkenly panting into the kiss, it’s not a particularly sexy kiss to witness, but to them, it’s everything they’ve been craving since they let each other go last year.

Shawn grunts when he tries to get closer and feels the edge of the table jut into his ribs. He pries himself away long enough to scurry around it and climb into the booth next to her, throwing an arm around her shoulder and sucking her back in.

If they don’t think about it, it’s not bad. This does not have to be a disaster. This can be just a bachelor weekend thing, the equivalent of them hooking up with strangers, only it’s safer because Shawn runs a risk any time he takes home someone who could open her mouth and blab about it on the internet. This way, with Ginny, he’s safe.

Plus, they’re just making out. No way this leads to fucking. I mean, it could. And maybe that wouldn’t be so bad either. Not unrecoverable, at least. It’s just fucking. It’s a biological imperative. And after all, who are Ginny and Shawn to turn their noses up at biology?

Shawn sucks at her tongue and makes her moan into his mouth like a porn star. She actually feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up from where she’s raking her fingers through his curls.

“Goddamn, we leave you alone for ten minutes and you’re trying to swallow each other in public,” Geoff groans from over Shawn’s shoulder. Shawn’s closed eyes squeeze and he pulls away to Ginny’s cheek. When he collects himself, he turns his head to glare at Geoff.

“What do you want?”

Geoff looks delighted to have interrupted. He nods back to Gabe and Jack who have one of Josiah’s arms over each shoulder.

“Time to go. Groom to be’s had it.”

Shawn looks back to Ginny who, in true Ginny form, already has her phone out texting the car service to meet them in the VIP pickup area.

They stay close, though. Ginny hands him a napkin to swipe at the purple lipstick all over the lower half of his face, but she doesn’t drift. While they wait for the car, she even lets him kiss her again, and it’s less frantic and hungry than in the club. It feels more like it did when they didn’t know which kiss would be their last. Shawn likes it better this way.

They continue kissing in the car, ignoring the barfing noises the other guys mime to drown out the wet sucking noises of their lips. They kiss at the front entrance while Ginny hands Jack the keys to the villa. They kiss while they walk down the hall all the way up to where Ginny presses Shawn into his door and nips at his lower lip to feel him growl one more time.

She slides her long fingered hands up his chest and pushes away. Her bleary eyes meet his. He looks half fucked, lips almost comically swollen and again smeared heavily with her lipstick that he’s licking at like it’s melting ice cream, eyes glassy, hair a wreck. He looks like a caricature of someone who’s been necking for 45 minutes.

Ginny takes a deep breath and nods once, all business. “Goodnight, Shawn.”

She twists his door handle and lets him stumble backwards inside enough for her to close it behind him and disappear, clomping away in her loud shoes to her own room.

+

Ginny wakes with a start at the sound of a splash from the pool. Her shoulders clench, her back tenses, her fingers tighten around their grip on the pillow she’s smashed her face into. Her heart sprints for a minute until she recognizes she is, in fact, alone.

She pushes up on her hands, sniffs and sighs. She’s stark naked, having shed her clothes in a haphazard line from door to bed. When she opens her eyes, she winces at the sight of her pillow, which looks like her face melted into it -- patches of foundation, mascara and lipstick dotted with two bits of gold leaf right where her eyes would’ve been.

Thank god she went to bed alone. It is her only mercy from the night before.

She stumbles into the shower and scrubs at what remains of her face. Tequila leaks out of her pores. She throws on a red cotton romper that skims the swell of her ass and goes outside to find the boys and hydrate.

Half are lazing in the pool playing more EDM that for some reason sounds a lot less appealing than it did yesterday, half are sitting under the cover of the outdoor lounge. Someone made bloody marys. Someone ordered breakfast burritos. Ginny grabs a water bottle and makes a beeline for Shawn, splayed on a couch in a t-shirt and boxers with his guitar in his lap.

“We are morons,” she announces on her approach, flopping down across from him, propping her feet up and taking a sip.

“Fucking idiots,” he agrees without looking up at her, bobbing his head as he riddles out a melody.

“We’re ok, though, right? No feelings hurt?” she checks, ignoring the wailing voice in her head that reminds her of her own stupid feelings.

Shawn does look up now, an easy smile on his lips, smooth from practice, a smile that doesn’t hint at all at the crying of the voice in his own head. “All good. No worries, Gin.”

The day is lazy. There’s napping, smoking, football and more bad takeout. Night two is at Ushuaia and it goes unspoken that Ginny and Shawn are to stay sober and, more importantly, away from each other.

They’re successful. Ginny shimmies in body glitter and a rusty orange bikini. Shawn is in a tank top and skinny jeans again and the body glitter he borrows is his idea, not hers, and he doesn’t ask her to help him put it on. They stay ten feet from each other all night, spinning like tops, trying not to be the one who falls down first.

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