#I DRESS HOW I WANT AND IF MY BRAIN AND SOME IDIOTS HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT FUCK THEM

[oilith]

Fuck it, i'm butch, i'm genderqueer, I'M MASCULINE AND HOT, AND THE FACT THAT I HAVE BOOBS DOESN'T CHANGE THAT

[waywardcrow]

Dress.

Summary: After a mission where they crossed a line, Bucky decides to talk about what happened that night with you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader.

WC: Almost 1600.

TW: Avengers kind of things, talk about weapons, sad reader and sad Bucky, misunderstendings, agents talking shit because of jealousy, SMUT (do not interact if you're not +18) some kissing, dancing and boners lol, semi public make out, oral (f recieving) fingering, hint of other things but not so much because I'm so bad a t this, sorry, let me know if I missed something.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

You hated everything that night, the happy people who were eager to get drunk and forget about the ending year, the music too loud that didn’t let you think, the beautiful dress you bought for that very occasion specifically because you wanted to impress a certain super soldier in the New Year's Eve party but that was before last mission, before you messed it all up.

If you closed your eyes, you could see everything playing perfectly in your mind, how unprofessional you were, how much space Bucky put between you two in the quinjet, the tension that followed you the last days and the words of the agents who probably knew about what happen from him. It was a disaster and you wouldn’t escape from it, Tony would never let you go without an explanation if you requested a transfer to another area.

Distracted, drinking your problems you didn’t noticed Bucky’s gaze tearing apart the pretty gold dress you were wearing as if he could feel your skin against his like that night.

It was a simple mission, find the target, watch it until Valkyrie and Wanda could secured the evidence –an arsenal of Asgardian weapons- and then arrested everyone but your cover was necessary and thanks to your powers, the ability to manipulate brain’s perception to make your audience see what you want- make you perfect to blend with him in that shady club pretending to be just a couple looking for a good time.

Easier to say than done, Bucky fought his boner all night with you dancing too close to him, whispering things in his ear, sitting in his lap… sure you could feel how much he wanted to fuck you there in front of everybody, he indulged in his little fantasy when he feel your own arousal, he told himself it was for the mission when he took you to a semi empty corridor to kiss you dumb.

You tasted better than he imagined, like honey and salvation, Bucky was sure that if he kept kissing you he would find heaven.

“Are you ok, terminator? You look like you’re about to have an aneurysm” Sam pulled him out of his mind just in time before he got in trouble righ there in the middle of the party.

“I’m fine” he wasn’t and Sam let out a chuckle.

“Just go and talk to her, you can’t keep avoiding each other forever.”

You were avoiding him, Bucky just gave you space after you walked away from him when the mission was over, like he didn’t almost cum from having you exactly where he wanted you, with your perfect legs around him with just a thin layer of clothes between you.

“I said I’m fine” he said again, not looking at Sam when you made your way to the elevators, going after you.

It was better for you to leave early, too many drinks and you could end up crying or doing something you’ll regret, like talking to Bucky, who jumped in the elevator you called before the doors closed.

“Going to bed already?” he asked and you stared at him like an idiot, how could he look that good all the damn time? A black suit and white shirt shouldn’t make someone that hot, it was cheating “are you alright, honey?”

How have you missed his voice! A simple taste of him and you wanted more, you wanted him to touch you like that night, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like if time was against you both and every second he wasn’t making you feel all of him was a sacrilege.

“Why are you here, Bucky?”

Cornered, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, drawing his attention to your breasts, the memory of his lips pulling softly at your nipple made you want to close your legs to get some sort of friction, trying to calm the need for him.

Like he could read your mind, he licked his lips, wanting to pull your dress and bury himself in your chest but Bucky needed to have a conversation with you first.

“Are you going to avoid me forever, hon?” the super soldier lifted your chin to make you see him when you set your eyes in your heels “I can take a rejection, sweetheart but not you shutting me out completely.”

Bucky had made lots of friends with time but you were his first one, he didn’t want to lose you; you, in the other hand, were more confused than ever.

“What rejection? If anything, you’re the one who is not interested!” boldness coming from the alcohol made you talk before thinking about stopping “and don’t give me that look James Buchanan Barnes, you know perfectly what I’m talking about.”

The elevators door opened and you stormed out, going to you room, the audacity of that man!

“Can you explain to me what are you talking about?” Bucky took your hand and made you face him when you reached your door, all his cocky attitude was replaced by confusion.

“Please don’t pretend you didn’t tell Carla and Ashley what happen that night, I heard them talking the morning after in the gym” Above all the embarrassment there was hurt, you thought he could be trusted but Bucky proved you were an idiot “they were talking how you hated being assigned with me and to pretend to make out with me.”

Bucky’s heart hammered in his chest, what the hell were you talking about? He didn’t say anything, at all but you looked so sure he couldn’t speak.

“You made it very clear putting distance between us in the ride home but you didn’t have to tell them” your voice trembled, still you refused to cry, if that was the kind of man Bucky was, he didn’t deserve your tears.

“I swear I didn’t say anything, honey, I swear” he promised, making himself small to look at your eyes “I don’t know how they know, please believe me.”

You shake your head; you wanted to believe him but…

“I told no one, I really thought you were mad at me for taking advantage of the situation, that I misread it” he mumbled, desperate to prove you he was telling the truth, taking your face in his hands “I should have been more professional, more of a gentleman, ask you properly on a date, not acting like that, no matter how much I wanted it. That’s why I put space between us; Wanda and Val were looking at me like they would spray me with cold water if I breathed near you.”

Bucky wished you could read his mind to see he was honest but you still could, sensing his desperation matching yours.

“Do you really mean that?”

His heart broke at how unsure you sounded, he would spend every day of his life proving to you how much he meant it.

“I do, honey, you’re not only a friend to me, why do you think I requested to be with you in that mission?” with his arms around your waist, you put your hands in his chest to feel his heartbeat “I can’t be apart from you, I needed you close while I was gathering courage to confess my feelings but then I couldn’t hide it and…”

You interrupted him to kiss him, not giving a damn about anything but Bucky’s lips in yours. He opened the door and you took him with you to your room, tossing his jacket to the floor and taking your heels off.

“You should keep them on” he said between kisses, guiding you to your bed.

“Maybe next time” you promised, opening his dress shirt, he gave you a smirk while he took it off, like he couldn’t wait.

“This dress has to go, even if I love it.”

“I only bought it for you to take it off” you confessed, mesmerized by his hands undressing you before he placed you softly in your bed, earning a grin from him.

“Really? Well, you deserve a reward for thinking about me, honey”

Before you could ask, he was with his knees on the floor, ripping your panties to eat you out like he needed it to keep breathing.

It barely gave you time to let out a lewd moan that only encourage him more, putting your legs in his broad shoulders, nipping at your sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

It was real? It was the alcohol? You could think so if it wasn’t very improbable, your imagination couldn’t make this up, not something this good at least.

“Please” you begged and he shove one finger in you, then almost immediately another while licking you and going back to your clit, moaning at the taste of you, humping the mattress to get some relief, especially when you pulled at his short locks, making him groan.

“Bucky! Pleaseplease…” were the only words you could form but then he decided to replace his fingers with his tongue and you were gone, the orgasm hit you like a thousand waves and you could swear you fainted for a second, only coming back to yourself when you tasted your own arousal in his kiss.

Surprised to being this responsive with him, you kissed him back and he looked at you, fire blazing in his eyes.

“Come back to me, honey, we are just getting started” he promised against your lips and dear God, he was a man of his word. Hors later, the fireworks were loud enough outside but you both couldn’t care less, you finally have what you wanted: each other.

So this is my first time writing smut and I wanted to do it for New year's Eve, it was fun! Tell me what you think and happy new year!

Love, Lily.

[persephone1700]

Please me- Michael Gavey x Reader

Hello! I've been obsessed with all the smut stories I've been reading on this app about several characters… so I've written something I thought of.

Please be kind since English is not my first language and it's the first thing +18 I've ever written ( I kinda took advantage that I was ovulating to imagine the most dirty scenarios and write them hehe)

I plan to divide them in three parts.

I hope you like it.

Warning Tags: 18+ ONLY. Smut, Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Embarrasing himself.

Part 2

It was a Friday evening, and the campus was almost empty. Half the students were either at local pubs, attending parties, or had gone home for the weekend.

Almost everyone, except for Michael. He had stayed behind without any plans, as usual. As a "Norman no-mates" kind of student, he found himself without an invitation to any parties.

He decided the best use of his time was to begin working on the final list of problems he had due in a month.

He didn’t want to be with those wankers anyway.

He had no need to study or even try—math was just so obvious and simple. Yet, he made his way to the library, trying to escape his pristine bedroom for a while.

When he walked into the library, he didn’t expect to see you there, sitting at a table with your bare legs crossed, leaning into the table, focused on a paper you were working on.

Everybody at school seemed to gravitate towards you and your group of friends, thanks to Felix Catton.

Michael couldn’t begin to understand what was so interesting about that damn bloke.

Even his best mate and only friend, Oliver, had found himself enjoying the company of Felix and his superficial group of friends rather than his.

How can anyone be friends with someone who doesn’t even have an ounce of gray matter?

They must all be idiots.

Every one of them. Including you.

He had decided that the first time he met you during tutorial sessions with Professor Ware. He didn't even understand how you ended up paired with him for tutoring—your majors clearly displayed you were opposites, and he liked to think he was the smartest one.

On top of that, he believed people were a mere reflection of the friends they surrounded themselves with. So, what does it say about you if you are friends with the most superficial twat on campus?

No matter how pretty he thought you were, with those plump lips, big eyes and soft curves… You still were a vapid cunt.

...Or were you?

Michael Gavey wouldn't call himself your friend, but unlike everyone else, you never dismissed his presence. You were always quick to challenge his aggressive comments in the classes you shared, often proving him wrong.

Your friends, of course, found it amusing, but you never laughed. He considered you the smartest among them—not as smart as him, of course, but not sharing the same brain cell as your mates.

Sometimes, during lectures or in the halls, he caught himself watching you. Dressed in expensive clothes, you navigated the halls with an air of confidence.

He found your outfits too revealing, almost inappropriate for lectures, yet he was secretly grateful for the glimpse they offered him of your long legs and cleavage.

You were too pretty and nearly as smart as him. And you knew it, which only made things worse.

You seemed to be every guy's dream.

Every guy, including him.

Damn it.

"Michael? What are you doing here?" you asked, noticing him standing frozen in front of you, staring and holding some books.

"Uh… I'm here to finish some homework," he answered bluntly, attempting to head to a corner table.

"Sit with me. There's no one else in here, you know. You may as well just sit here, and we can keep each other company," you said, stopping him in his tracks. He hesitated, then made his way over and sat beside you, almost uncomfortably.

Opening his books, he tried to focus on the problems in front of him, his palms sweating as he feared you might notice the effect you had on him.

"Why aren't you at the party?" you asked, jotting down some notes on your paper, trying to make conversation and lighten the mood.

"Not fucking invited," he said simply, watching as the realization dawned on your face. You both sat there alone at the library, and continued working on your paper in silence.

"Why aren't you glued to your friends? How does studying alone work for your social life?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"Just wanted some alone time. Needed to catch up on the activities, and I was getting bored with them. Plus, it gives me a break from Felix, so I don't murder him when he's a pain in the ass."

"He's been acting like an arse lately, hasn't he?" Michael commented as he picked up another math textbook, flipping through the pages. He wasn't sure if it was true; to him, Felix may have been an arse since he was born, certainly.

"Not more than usual—shagging some girls, getting drunk, and partying. The usual," you said, shrugging as if it were normal.

"And you don't seem to mind his stupid behavior?"

"Why would I?"

"I… I thought you were a thing. I heard a rumor you two were together…" He said, almost embarrassed to admit he paid attention to gossip and social life.

"What?" you snorted at his admission.

"Yes. I'd suppose anyone with a brain would be jealous if their boyfriend was sleeping around with other girls," he said, tightening his grip on his pencil and trying to sound nonchalant.

"Definitely not. We just enjoyed some benefits in the past," you dismissed his comment casually. "We've known each other since childhood; we're not a couple. Sex is a necessity, wouldn't you agree?"

"Uh… I…" Michael was stunned, to say the least. "I…" He tried to speak, to form a response, but he was too flustered and speechless.

"Oh my God," you turned towards him, looking surprised. "Michael, are you a virgin?" you asked in a low voice.

Michael's eyes widened at your words, a red blush instantly appearing on his face. He looked away, trying to avoid your gaze. He couldn’t even deny it.

How could he when it was so painfully obvious?

"N-No!" he lied, trying to keep his cool but failing miserably.

"Have you ever seen a woman naked, Michael?" you asked, smiling with a glint in your eyes at the discovery.

Michael wished he could die at that moment. The embarrassment he felt was so intense that just when he thought he couldn’t blush more, he grew even redder.

"Yes, of course I have!" he responded defensively, too fast as if trying to convince himself. Who was he kidding? He let out a huff and muttered, "No, I haven’t, okay?"

"Why not?"

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, there’s not exactly a line of women trying to get with me, obviously" he scoffed.

"I think you’re cute," you said, smiling at him. He obviously thought you were lying. "So… uh, what exactly do you do to relieve any urges?"

How else?!?

He let out a loud groan at that question, covering his face. He did not want to be having this conversation, yet here you were, asking him the most embarrassing questions.

He leaned back in his chair, avoiding your gaze, and couldn’t believe he was admitting this to you.

"I… have a few magazines and videos…" he mumbled, his face still red. "And I… use them, obviously."

"So… you take care of yourself then. It's perfectly normal and healthy." You smiled, noticing his red cheeks. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. I do it all the time when I'm stressed."

Of course, you knew how he took care of himself; you were not stupid. You had a feeling he was a virgin and a prude, and you just wanted to hear him admit it.

You had taken some interest in Michael since the beginning of the term. At first, he was just a lonely student who was too eager to prove himself better than anyone in classes, commenting on how useless non-math topics were.

It was when Farleigh told you how much Michael stared at you in classes and made fun of him, claiming that he had a silly crush on you, that you started to notice him more.

The way his sandy blonde hair framed his face, the big blue eyes behind the framed glasses, his thin lips always pouting unconsciously as he disregarded everyone else.

You were now too interested in him, and you started to wonder what it would be like to be with him and teach him. To make him eat all his words… and satisfy your curiosity.

"What’s it like…?" he asked suddenly, his voice slightly above a whisper, looking over at you.

"What?" you smiled at him. Michael’s cheeks turned a shade redder, and he cursed himself inwardly for even asking that question. Yet he was too far gone now, his curiosity having taken over.

"Touching a woman…" he mumbled, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Maybe you'll just have to find out for yourself," you shrugged.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he turned towards you. "You asked me all these weird questions and now you can't answer mine?"

You were slightly taken back by his outburst, noticing the way his cheeks were red out of embarrassment and fury.

"What do you even ask them for? To make fun of me with those suckers?" he snarled.

"No. I asked because if you want to, maybe I can teach you," you said simply, staring into his eyes.

"How?" was all that came out of Michael's mouth as you stood up and quickly gathered your things.

"Come on, follow me." He watched as you walked over to a private study room at the end of the hallway, one of those reserved for group studies. It had a large meeting table and boards.

Understanding, he grabbed his things in a hurry and followed you to the room. He entered, locking the door behind him and glancing at where you were standing, at the center of the room, sitting at the edge of the table.

He walked over to you, trapping you against the table. He stood there for a moment, watching you, not knowing what to do next. So, you moved closer to him, taking him by surprise when your lips pressed against his in a slow kiss.

He closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, his lips kissing yours desperately. He felt it when you took his hand and carefully led it to your breast.

With your hand upon his, you gave it a squeeze and parted the kiss, watching his bewildered expression, the tint of red in his cheeks growing darker.

"Maybe you can finally explore the body of a woman," you whispered. He was too stunned for a moment, as if he was daydreaming, but then you looked into his eyes and nodded.

His gaze grew darker, and he carelessly pushed down your shirt, watching your breasts peek out.

His breath hitched, and you could see how his pupils dilated at the sight of them. His hands slid through your tits as he stared down at them with amusement.

Between his thumb and index, he reached for your nipple and noticed the way you let out a sigh out of pleasure, your nipples growing hard at his touch.

He bent down and started kissing and sucking your neck, leaving small bites here and there, where he thought people would be able to see them.

His tongue started lowering and lowering until he reached where his hands were formerly placed, and his lips started sucking on your nipple, with a free hand he cupped your other breast, moving his fingers in irregular circles.

He focused his gaze on you, and noticed the way a moan escaped your lips.

You were desperate for his touch; he could see it.

He could feel his heart throttling, as his mouth explored every inch of your breasts, the movement of his lips and tongue was a mix between inexperience and pure desire. Your fingers moved to his hair, encouraging him to continue.

"Michael…" - his name escaped your lips in a low voice. - "that feels good, do you want to keep going? "

He nodded desperately, eager to continue exploring the fullness of your body. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Without a word, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was urgent, his trembling hands sliding through the side of your legs until he gripped your ass.

When his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt, you felt a surge of anticipation.

Slowly, almost reverently, he began sliding your skirt upwards, exposing more of your thighs.

He leaned back to admire the view, your breasts on full display, your red cheeks, and the way the fabric of the skirt gathered up your hips.

His hands started exploring the flesh of your inner thighs, tracing circles in his path as his fingers ventured closer to your core, a soft moan escaping your lips as you tilted your head back.

Michael's eyes darkened with desire at the sound, and his hands stilled for a moment, savoring your reaction.

He knelt in front of you, and he watched with amusement the way his fingers traced a path at the edge of your panties, the fabric acting as a barrier between his touch and your core.

He ran a finger through the fabric and felt how wet it was, before he moved it aside and a moan escaped his lips at the sight of your pussy. His gaze met your eyes, almost shily with a question written on them of whether he could go further.

When you nodded, his fingers started touching you, moving his finger up and down slowly, trying to find the place that would give you more pleasure, when his finger met your clit, he noticed the way your body shivered and he focused his attention there.

He started moving his fingers slowly against your bud, and the quiet moans he heard and the way your breath hitched, made him think he was doing a good job, so he started to move his fingers faster, in a painful way.

A whimper left your mouth, and your hand grabbed his, stopping him.

"No. Not fast or it hurts. " - you said between breaths, when he nodded in understanding, you guided his fingers once again against your clit.

Guiding him through the right pace which makes your skin grow hotter.

His fingers started moving with more confidence, finding rhythms and patterns that made you moan.

His name erupted from your chest in a cry of pleasure, and suddenly his touch was not enough, with a hand placed against the table you leaned forward and watched the way his gaze was focused on your core.

His fingers were not enough, you needed more.

You needed him pressed against you, so with your other hand you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to your pussy, a groan reverberated in your skin, and his lips started sucking on it.

His erection was hard since he entered the room, and as he watched you moaning and pulled him closer it grew painfully hard, the boxers restraining him and making his cock start to twitch.

He thought it would be more painful the embarrassment he would feel if he came on his boxers at the simple sight of her moaning while he ate her up, so he tried to focus solely on her.

He failed...

You started breathing heavily at the way his fingers slither inside you and his tongue moved against your pearl.

Fueled with pleasure your back arched, and your fingers tightened their grip on his hair, pulling him closer. His touch was electric, and your eyes opened, locking your gaze with him... hen he lost it.

His cock started throbbing against his boxers, seizing as he came undone at the sight of you.

[lemoncrushh]

Victoria's Secret

Summary: Harry meets Victoria, a beautiful plus-size woman, at a party and is quite smitten with her.

Warnings: smut, body image issues - 18+ ONLY!

Word Count: 3216

A/N: One of my early one shots from 2016. Written from Harry's POV.

I saw her from across the room. I wondered if we'd met before, and I racked my brain trying to recall where we might have, or perhaps some kind of clue as to what her name was, but I came up blank. She had a familiar face, though. One of those kind faces that's easy to talk to, someone you instantly want to get to know.

I watched her for a few minutes while she mingled with a handful of people, faceless people. I couldn't even tell you if they were male or female. My eyes were set on her.

She had reddish-brown hair, or perhaps it was coloured, I couldn't really tell. It fell past her shoulders in soft waves that framed her pretty face. She had full lips that I enjoyed watching move while she spoke, though I couldn't make out the words. She wore a black dress that accentuated her full curves with confidence and taste, and a bit of modesty. I was quite taken with her.

After a while I realised I must have looked like a fool for staring, so I averted my gaze and made my way to the open bar. Ordering a drink, I turned around to look in her direction again. We made eye contact, and she smiled.

I think I smiled back. I was sure I did. But all I could think about was the blood pumping through my veins at triple speed, making me feel light-headed. She was stunning.

As quickly as she'd acknowledged me, she'd turned away. Another woman standing next to her had a hold of her arm, and it looked as though she was introducing her to someone else. I watched her shake hands with him, instantly feeling a ping of jealousy.

I wanted to go up to her and introduce myself, but my feet were resolved to keep me bolted to the ground. I shook my head, internally calling myself a git and a wanker, no doubt the biggest idiot in the room. I had no problem talking to women. I had no idea why this should be any different.

I took a massive gulp from my glass, setting it on the bar. Then after letting out a few deep breaths, I turned around again, determined to at least go say hello.

As soon as I took a step toward her, our eyes met again. This time I know I smiled, and she returned it with one of her own before biting her bottom lip. That luscious, full, bottom lip.

"Hey, Styles, how's it going?" I heard a voice to my left.

Narrowing my eyes in frustration, I greeted the man, exchanging pleasantries. I'd already forgotten his name from the last time we'd met, but it didn't seem to matter. He patted my shoulder before strolling past me to the bar, finally allowing me to continue my mission.

My annoyance only grew as I was stopped by more people along the way, but I did my best to give them my attention like I always do. When the last two people decided to make small talk with me, I shifted my gaze to see if the lovely lady was still where she'd been standing. She was, only now she had a semi-circle of people standing around her. I watched her laugh at something one of the other girls had said, throwing her head back before covering her mouth with her hand. I couldn't help but smile. She had a great laugh, and she looked beautiful while doing it.

I heard one of the girls I'd been chatting with, a model I think, say something to me, so I turned my attention back to her, but only to kindly excuse myself. She was pretty and nice enough, but I had my sights set on someone else tonight.

Finally, I was two steps away. I stood behind one of the women she was talking to, my eyes focused on hers, silently willing her to look up at me. When she did, her face broke into a smile again, lighting up the room. The woman to whom she'd been conversing must have noticed, because she turned around.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, looking up at me. "Harry!"

"Hello," I nodded.

This woman also looked familiar, but in a different way. She quickly introduced herself, and I recognised her name.

"This is my dear friend, Victoria," she said, gesturing toward the woman I'd come to meet. "I think she's kind of a fan of yours."

"Stop it," muttered Victoria, poking her friend in the arm.

I grinned as I held out my hand. "Nice to meet you, Victoria."

"How do you do," she smiled, shaking my hand.

I wasn't sure if it was her smile or her soft hand that sent a bolt of electricity throughout my body, but perhaps it was a little of both. Now that I was up close, I noticed she was even prettier. She was not a small, petite girl. She was a bigger gal, with womanly curves. And as far as I was concerned, she could rival anyone's beauty in the entire room. I felt drawn to her, and we'd only just been introduced.

Our eyes seemed to be locked on each other until I heard her friend, whose name now escapes me, clear her throat.

"I think I'm going to get another drink," she announced.

"Okay," nodded Victoria, not peeling her gaze from me.

I smirked as she bit her bottom lip again. If she was going to continue doing that, I might just have to grab her and kiss her right there.

"So, Victoria," I said, "have we met before? You look really familiar to me."

She giggled, shaking her head. "God, no."

"Are you sure?"

She raised her eyebrows. "I'm quite certain I would remember."

"Okay then," I chuckled. "Maybe it was in a dream."

Victoria was silent for a moment until she let out a sound. "Pppffff. Is that some sort of a line?"

"No," I narrowed my eyes and shrugged.

I wasn't angry with her for thinking that; I was more perturbed at myself for saying it out loud. It was pretty cheesy.

Her face softened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"No, no," I waved it off, "I'm sorry. That was a dumb thing to say."

I cursed myself as I looked around the room, thinking for sure she was about ready to tell me to get lost.

"No, it wasn't," I heard her say. "It was kinda cute."

I shook my head at the ground before lifting it to look at her again. She had the prettiest glow about her. I couldn't quite describe it. I wanted to know her, to hold her, to kiss her. I placed my hand over my heart.

"I apologise for the cheesy line."

"Apology accepted," she grinned.

Victoria and I spent the next two hours or so getting to know each other. The more I learned about her, the more I liked her, and the more attracted I was to her. There was no doubt there had been a spark when I first saw her, but after spending time with her, I could tell it was full blown chemistry. I wanted her, and her flirtatious personality and body language told me she felt the same.

As usual, other people came up to me during the night, and though I stopped to talk to them, I never left Victoria's side, nor did she mine, except to go to the bar and return with drinks.

As the end of the night approached, I began to feel anxious. I didn't want to say goodbye to Victoria, though I was certain if I asked to see her again she would have said yes. The words that came out of her mouth as she set her empty glass on the bar surprised me, however.

"Harry," she said, looking up at me with her big brown eyes, "I'm afraid I don't have a ride."

"What?" I raised my eyebrows.

"My friends left long ago," she confessed, a shy smile on her lips.

She didn't have to tell me any more. I knew what she meant. I actually felt my heart flutter and my stomach do a flip as I stood up and offered her my hand. She took it with no hesitation, and I led her to the exit.

We were silent in the car until I asked her where she was staying. When she told me, I then told the driver before gently placing my hand on her knee. She smiled up at me, giving me a signal that she was okay with my touching her. Leaning closer, I paused before lowering my mouth onto hers. She tasted sweet, like the cocktails she'd been drinking all evening, sending a buzz throughout my nervous system, like a bolt of electricity.

The car pulled in front of the hotel in what seemed liked mere seconds, the driver opening the door on my side. I stepped out, turning around to take Victoria's hand. With my hand on the small of her back, I walked with her to the lift. She was quiet on the ride up to her floor, but I couldn't stop staring at her. I couldn't wait to get to her room and undress her.

When the lift doors opened, she jumped a little, like she'd been in deep thought. I grinned to myself, knowing she'd been thinking about me and what was to come.

I stood next to her as she opened her small handbag and pulled out a room key, sliding it into the slot to unlock the door. She remained quiet as I followed her in the room, letting the door shut behind me. I watched her as she tossed her bag in the chair beside the window before turning around to face me. She had another of her lovely smiles on her face, but this one was underlined with nerves.

Wanting to put her at ease, I stepped closer to her and took her hands in mine. I rubbed the backs of them with my thumbs as I gazed into her eyes. Then ever so slightly, I lifted one hand to her neck, pulling her to me and kissing her soft lips.

She sighed as her body leaned into mine. My mouth still covering hers, I shook out of my jacket, tossing it on the chair where she'd dropped her bag. Then I grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against me, so close I could feel her heartbeat.

I continued to kiss her as her hands found the back of my head, letting me know she enjoyed being kissed and wasn't wanting to stop any time soon. That was fine with me. She had such kissable lips.

After exploring her mouth with my tongue, I moved my lips across her cheek to her ear, allowing her a moment to catch her breath.

"Harry..." she whispered as my lips travelled down to her neck.

The vibration of her voice against my mouth sent me into overdrive. I felt myself get hard almost instantly. Her skin was so soft, I wanted to explore every bit.

My mouth found hers again as my hands ran up her back, finding the top of the zipper. Just as I began to pull it down, her hands gripped my elbows.

"Wait," she breathed, pulling away from the kiss.

"What is it?" I asked.

I suddenly realised she was trembling, a look of apprehension on her face.

"Hey," I said, sliding my hands under her ears, "There's no need to be nervous with me."

She made a sound, like an incredulous laugh as she shook her head. "Are you kidding?"

"No, I'm not," I confirmed. "I want you, Victoria."

I kissed her plump lips softly, gently sliding my tongue in between to meet hers. I felt her body relax, leaning into mine as I slid my right hand down to cup her breast. When I separated my mouth from hers, I gazed into her eyes.

"Do you want me?" I murmured.

She bit her lip and slowly nodded. "Yes, but..."

"But what?"

Victoria hesitated for a moment before lowering her eyes.

"My body," she whispered.

I quickly clipped her chin with my finger, lifting it up so that she'd look at me.

"You're beautiful."

"No, I'm not," she rolled her eyes. "I'm gross."

I furrowed my brows. "Stop that."

She huffed out a sigh, her shoulders dropping.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Trying my best to reassure her that I thought she was incredible and I wanted her, I lightly kissed her forehead, down her nose to her lips. Then I reached around to grab the zipper again.

"May I?"

Sucking in her lips, she closed her eyes and nodded.

I studied her face as I undid the zipper, letting her dress fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, as the dress hadn't required one, and I heard myself audibly gasp.

"Open your eyes, baby," I whispered.

I watched her eyelids flutter as she struggled to do what I asked. Slowly they opened, her dark eyes darting across the room, anywhere but on me.

"Look at me," I demanded, my hands still resting on her lower back.

Finally meeting my eyes, she let out a breath. I smiled and pulled her closer.

"You're so beautiful, Victoria," I said truthfully.

Grabbing the bottom half of the dress at her hips, I pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor. Immediately, Victoria folded her arms across her waist, but I took hold of them.

"Don't," I shook my head.

"I'm fat," she complained, looking at the floor again.

This time as she trembled, I thought she might be crying. My heart ached to see her like this, so insecure and ashamed of her body. She was gorgeous, and I was determined to make her feel that way.

"Victoria," I muttered, lifting her chin again, "I want you. I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel good. Alright?"

Something I said must have lit a fire inside her, because she grinned and nodded, then crashed her lips into mine. I growled as she ran her hands down my chest, hastily unbuttoning my shirt. I shrugged out of it, tossing it behind me before helping her step out of her dress and shoes. Her arms around my neck, I guided her backwards to the bed, laying her down gently.

Still determined to caress every bit of her skin, I nipped at her neck, making my way down slowly to her chest. I heard her breath catch as I took her nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking sensually. I felt her fingers tangle in my hair as I moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.

"Oh, God," she barely whispered.

I lifted my head to look at her as my hands slid down her waist to the lace trim of her panties.

"You okay?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Can't believe this is real," she confessed.

I grinned and licked my lips, shifting back up to meet her eyes. "Tell me how you like to be touched."

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"What feels good to you?" I inquired.

She stared at me blankly, and it was apparent no one had ever asked her that before. Situating my body next to hers, I brought two fingers to my mouth to wet them. Victoria kept her eyes on me as I lowered my hand to her panties, sliding it inside. My wet fingers met her clit and she arched her back with a moan.

"Does that feel good?" I asked as I rotated.

Unable to get the words out through her rapid breathing, she merely nodded. She swallowed hard to catch her breath before letting out a sexy little cry.

Slipping my fingers down to her entrance, I slid them inside. Victoria lifted her hips to meet my hand as I pumped in and out. Resting my thumb on her swollen bud, I began to rotate slightly.

"Ha-Har-oh-God," she cried.

"Yes," I murmured in her ear. "Let go for me, baby,"

I kissed her jaw, moving slowly to her lips. Her breathing was jagged as she took my tongue into her mouth, short moans escaping. As she came, she held onto me, her fingers digging into my back. I chuckled as she released her hold on me, her body still shaking.

"That was good, yeah?" I asked, sliding my hand out of her panties.

She nodded vigorously, bringing her hands up to cup my face before kissing me deeply.

"Victoria," I said, after her breathing was returned to normal.

"Yes?"

"I'd like to have more inside you than just my fingers."

I watched her beautiful lips break into a smile as her eyes sparkled.

"Would you like that?" I asked.

She bit her lip. God, it drove me crazy when she did that. "Yes."

Before I could respond, she reached for the waistband of my jeans and jerked them open. I couldn't help but smile at her newfound bold confidence. It turned me on to say the least.

"Just a minute, baby," I smirked, standing up from the bed.

She kept her eyes on me while I removed my jeans, then grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Then I slid a condom on my waiting erection before crawling on top of her.

She opened her legs wide for me as I aimed at her center. She blinked slowly when I entered her, sucking in a breath. Then she spread her hands over my shoulders and down to my chest.

"You feel amazing," I told her as my hips rocked back and forth. "So good."

She let her head fall back as I kissed her neck. My left hand rested next to her shoulder as my right held a firm grip on her hip. I felt the burn building up in my stomach as I thrust harder and deeper.

The sounds she made were so sexy, I had a hard time keeping a steady rhythm. One more little kitten-like cry and I might come too soon.

"Ohhhh, Harrrrryyy," she moaned, nearly sending me over the edge.

"Shit, baby, you're so fucking sexy."

I wrapped my arm around the back of her waist then, pulling her as close to me as possible. My thrusts became sloppy and uneven, but I couldn't help it. I was so close.

Victoria cried out then, coming even harder than she had with my fingers. That was it for me. I cursed as I came, two more large thrusts before collapsing and out of breath.

"Victoria," I said, pulling her body to mine.

She looked at me with a myriad of questions written on her face. But her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink and she looked even more lovely than before.

"You're so beautiful," I told her before kissing her wonderful lips. "So gorgeous." Another kiss. "So sexy." And another. "So incredible."

I continued with the compliments and kisses until she started to giggle.

"Okay, I get it," she teased. "I'm the best."

"You are," I sighed, giving her one last kiss. "Yes, you are."

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[talaok]

Good afternoon honey, I was wondering if you could write dark! Joel x plus size reader where the reader is suffering with body image and that night you go out to a club and meet Joel but smut? love the blog🥰

Pairing:Joel Miller x plus size!reader

Warnings: body image problems, negative talk of reader's body and self, smut| dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, a bit of degrading, and dark! Joel

A/n: ok ok ok I've never written a plus-size reader so if this is bad just tell me, honestly, I'll delete it, it's fine (yes I'm really nervous about this, I'm scared it's disrespectful) thank you so much for the ask tho babe💗

The dress looked absolutely horrendous on you. It was too tight and too loose in all the wrong places.

Your curves looked like they were stretching the fabric so much it was gonna tear the moment you took a step, and the makeup on your face now just looked like a pathetic attempt at driving people's attention away from it.

This was a mistake, you sighed, looking at the loser staring back at you from the other side of the mirror.

I should have never agreed to this, It's so fucking stupid.

You mumbled to yourself as you unsuccessfully tried fixing the dress in any way that wouldn't make it look so incredibly ridiculous.

Maybe I can pretend I'm sick or something, 

Maybe I got a really bad headache all the sudden,

Maybe I got fucking infected, I don't know, that would be believable. I can just start making some weird ass noises and I doubt she'd still want to go out with me.

"Hey, you ready?" Kora opened the door, causing all your plans to fall apart with one single action.

"yep" you forced a smile "all ready"

"Great, let's go!"

fuck my life man.

__ __ __

"Are you serious?" you asked, actually kind of mad

"I know, I know, I'm sorry"

"you've just met him" you pointed out, frustration and annoyance lacing your tone.

"I know" she repeated "but-" she sighed, glancing back at the man "he's so hot y/n, I mean-"

you rolled your eyes "Whatever, go have fun, I'm just gonna go home"

"no don't go home, you can have fun without me," she said "Maybe with someone else..." she raised her brows suggestively and you felt one breath away from punching her.

You shot her a look.

Yeah, like anyone would want to "have fun" with me

"what?" she asked, clueless

you stared at her, the same expression in your eyes.

"you know what"

"oh my god," she moaned "again with this thing? Y/n you're hot as fuck, anyone with half a brain cell can see that"

You remained silent.

You hated the pity party of having everyone constantly lie to you about how you looked.

Just tell me the truth. I look like shit.

It's fine, I know it, you know it, the whole world fucking knows it so stop talking to me like I'm a fucking baby and tell me the truth.

I can take it. Trust me, I've been telling it to myself since I was born.

"in fact..." A small smirk tugged at her lips as her eyes focused somewhere behind you " I think somebody definitely noticed" she grinned like an idiot as she stared at someone behind you.

"shut up" you stopped her "You know he's not," you said "He's probably looking at you"

"Oh no" she shook her head, that stupid smile still tugging at her lips "No he's definitely looking at you" She waved at him and you immediately grabbed her hand, forcing it down

"stop! what are you doing!?"

"I'm helping you out" she smirked "You'll thank me later," she said with a wink, turning to walk away but not before chuckling a taunting"Have fun"

Goddamnit

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you sneakily tried to catch a glimpse of whatever Kora was talking about.

She was probably bluffing, you thought as you slowly turned, but just then, you had to think again.

A man was looking at you, no, not looking, staring.

His eyes were pointed at you like a viewfinder in a gun. 

He was sat at a table alone, an empty beer bottle clutched in one hand, and the other one relaxed on his leg.

He looked focused, like a tiger watching a gazelle.

His salt and pepper beard suggested he was older, and so did the lines across his forehead.

But most of all... his eyes were the tell.

His deep brown eyes staring back at yo-

shit

You turned away.

Fuck

I was staring at him,

You clutched your purse to leave, but a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"hi sweetheart"

He sounded exactly how you'd imagined.

You turned to him, your eyes glimmering with shame

"hi" you breathed "Sorry if I bothered you"

He chuckled "A pretty thing like you could never bother me"

he sat down "Besides," he said "I was staring at you first"

You forced a chuckle as an awkward silence fell between you.

"I saw your friend left," he said, sitting down on the stool next to you,

"yeah" You nodded "She does that a lot"

"that's too bad" he cooed "well maybe not entirely" he considered, something switching in his tone.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"I-I'm y/n"

"y/n" he let your name roll out his mouth with ease "pretty name for a pretty lady" he commented, "I'm Joel"

"nice to meet you" you mumbled, stumbling over your own words.

Was he coming onto you? 

"the pleasure's all mine darling"

He definitely was

But, like... why?

"I'm sorry-do you- do you know my friend?"

He grinned, his white teeth showing "no,"

"she didn't like, tell you to come here or anything?"

A small laugh fled his throat "no sweetheart"

"oh" you breathed "so you came here 'cause..." you trailed off, 

" 'cause you caught my eye from the moment you entered, and when I saw your friend leave you here all alone, I couldn't not offer a bit of company"

You felt a shy smile spill from your lips

" 'got a pretty smile angel" he smirked 

"t-thank you" 

He chuckled again "Why are you so nervous sweetheart?" he asked, his hand traveling to your thigh and stopping all oxygen from getting to your lungs "Is it me? Am I so scary?" his voice got lower as he inched closer "I don't bite y'know?" he joked "not unless you want me to"

A small gasp fled your throat, making him chuckle.

"what is it, angel?"

"I-I'm sorry I'm just not- used to this"

"Now I don't believe that" he murmured "A sweet thing like you?"

"I just-"

"What?"

"nevermind"

"If you want we could go back to my place, and you can tell me all about it with a little more privacy" he suggested, "what do you say?"

Your cheeks were as red as the fire burning in his eyes.

"I-" you stuttered

"I can show you a good time angel"

"I'm sorry" you breathed, leaning away "I'm-I'm sorry I have to go to the bathroom" You stumbled over your own words, clutching your purse and rushing off the stool and through the groups of people in the club.

You didn't even realize you were bumping and hitting every person in your trajectory as all you were focused on was that damn door right in the corner.

Oh my god, what felt like the first actual breath you'd taken in ten full minutes, finally left your mouth as you entered the bathroom.

"oh my god," you mumbled to yourself, walking to the sink to look at your reflection in the mirror.

"what the fuck was that?" you sighed 

Am I dreaming? Is that it?

If that's it this is not funny brain.

I'm so confused,

This is... I mean this is just-

What the fuck is this?

He's hot. Like hot hot and I'm... You looked at yourself, and I'm me.

You took a deep breath, looking around you.

The green stalls were empty, and the music was still blaring from the other side of the door.

You could still picture him, feel him. He was so close to you, and you could feel every molecule of your being dancing as his hand remained on your leg.

God, what the fuck

I don't even know how old he is.

And just then, the door opened.

You turned the faucet on to pretend to be washing your hands, but a voice startled you.

"there you are"

Your eyes snapped open

"T-This is the women's bathroom"

Joel smirked, "you thought you could get away from me that easily?" he asked, taking a step towards you.

"I-" you took a step back, but he followed.

"I was being nice there," he said "complimented you and shit" 

Your back was to a stall and he was right before you.

"and what did you do?" he asked "you ran"

"I didn't mean to, I was j-"

"what, angel?" he mocked "You got shy?"

"well don't you worry" His hand went to your chin, tilting it up "I'll fix that right up" He took another step, imprisoning you "I'll help you out sweetheart, mh?"

Your mouth gaped open to say something, but before you could, his lips were on yours, and his hands on your back were forcing you flush against him.

His tongue moved into your mouth as he quite literally shoved you into the stall behind you, pressing you against the closed door.

"thought you could get away from me?" he growled, kissing your neck as his hands roamed on your body, one of them roughly grabbing your ass "Thought I was just gonna let you go?" he asked, now looking at you.

"oh no angel" he kissed your mouth "I have to have you" he murmured "And I will" He kissed you again, and this time, you found yourself reciprocating.

This was wrong and scary and weird, and still... countless butterflies filled your belly.

"there you go" he praised you "That's a good girl" He moved some hair out of your face " 'knew you wanted this too," he said "knew you'd be good, angel" He smirked before you felt his hands go to your waist.

"turn around for me"

With a little push from him, you did, finding your cheek flush against the door.

"god baby" his hands took in every inch of you, adoration clear in his tone "Wanted to fuck this body of yours since I first saw you" he explained, as he slowly rolled your dress up to your waist until only your panties were left to cover you.

"it's what you wanted too, isn't it," he asked, suddenly grabbing your arms to force them together behind your back "You wanted to be fucked like a little slut didn't you?" he continued as his hand pulled your panties down, the cold hitting your core "didn't you angel?" he urged, his grip tightening as he kissed your neck again.

"I-" You didn't know what to say. you were feeling too many things at once.

"Tell me you want this" he breathed, and you heard his zipper being undone.

"tell me you want this angel," he asked again, his hot breath on the skin of your neck "C'mon, I know you do"

" I do" you admitted, and you felt him smirk.

"that's right" He nodded, positioning himself at your entrance "and you're gonna get it" he promised, pushing himself into you hard.

"fuck" Your moan resembled more of a scream as you tightened your fists on your back

"What angel, can't take it?" he taunted, speeding up " 's too big for you little slut?"

"y-yes" you begged, making him chuckle "I can't take it"

"yes you can" he groaned "You're gonna take it all in this little tight pussy and you're not gonna complain about it, understand?"

"understand?" he asked again, his threatening voice spilling in your ear.

"y-yes I'm sorry"

"good girl" he praised, resuming his violent pace, as a cry fled your mouth and tears filled your eyes.

He smacked your ass and you gasped, but before you could let out a moan, his hand covered your mouth.

The door had opened, and two women had walked in.

"we gotta be quiet, angel" he whispered to your ear

"can you be quiet for me?"

"can you be a good little girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me?

"mh-mh" you nodded, your breathing made difficult by his hand on your mouth

"atta girl," he said, still fucking you, but much slower, and to your dismay, much deeper.

He was hitting undiscovered spots inside of you, and the mix of the pain from his cock stretching you with the pleasure of each thrust was making it really hard not to moan.

"fuck" he groaned softly in your ear "You've got the tightest little pussy angel," he said "Squeezing me so good" he breathed " like it's made for me"

You whined

"Like you were made to be my little slut" he whispered "and have this little cunt abused by my cock"

Your eyes were wide shut, your orgasm approaching as he kept hitting you so fucking well.

"you coming angel?" he asked and you nodded "We're gonna come together" he purred "I'm gonna fill you up real good" his breathing was ragged "and then you're gonna get out there and dance with my come leaking down your thighs"

"you understand?"

You nodded 

"no cleaning up," he said "I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are" 

The women's voices resumed. Or maybe they never stopped. You had no idea of what was happening beside your impending orgasm.

"fuck" he groaned "Such a good fucking slut" he whispered, his head falling in the crook of your neck, as the door opened again and the women finally got out.

His hand left your mouth

"you coming angel?"

"y-yes"

"then let it all out baby"

[kenny-the-ken]

Y O U + M E

Part 1

Soooo!!! Last nights South Park was everything I wanted but didn't know I needed!!! Kenny with his hood I mean,,, I am deceased. I'm having some serious writer's block, so please feel free to send me requests, HCs too!! I wanna get to know you all, and thanks for all the love on my previous fics. I normally hate my writing so knowing you guys like it is amazing!! This fic contains string language, angst, toxic thinking, obsession and sexual themes. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!! If you guys like this fic I can write more parts!! Loosely based on the Netflix show YOU!!!

Kenny hasn't been with another girl since the last time, and that was not something he wanted to repeat. That was until his eye was caught by you, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

You were new here, family just moved to town and you had transferred to South Park High, and he was determined to know more about you.

It's not an obsession, he isn't obsessed, is he? So far he knew your name was y/n, you had moved here from the UK, so quite a far away from home, you were shy, trying your best to fit in, you were alternative in how you dressed, Kenny has already touched himself thinking about you, and he swore it was the best wank he'd ever had! It was clear to him that you were thirsty for that kind of attention, blushing as other boys talked and flirted with you, and his blood boiled, you would be his, who the fuck did these other guys think they were? How dare they even look at you in that way!

Although he didn't blame them, those short skirts, tight tops with too much cleavage and today was the day that Kenny's resolve broke, he could no longer watch from the sidelines, you were wearing the shortest shorts he'd ever seen with knee high socks and a lace bralette, no bra! God he was going insane. You had a flannel shirt tied loosely around your waist and Doc Martin boots on, and god you had tattoos! He swore you were so angelic looking it was sinful, and he knew he had to talk to you, before someone else could shoot their shot. You would be his. He was damned sure of it.

One problem though, how to approach you without creeping you out? You didn't know him, but he knew you, you were both meant for each other, you just didn't know it yet, but how to catch your attention. He'd have to think, and fast.

That was before his perverse thoughts were interrupted by the harsh ringing of the bell.

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath, slamming his locker in annoyance before making his way to English class, plopping down on his seat, lost in his own thoughts as the rest of the class filtered into the room.

He was once again distracted from his thoughts about you by the scent of your perfume, his head rising as you both met each others gaze, you smiled at him, as he gave you a gapped tooth smile back.

Trust the teacher to ruin his shot!

"Quiet class! I have a lot planned for todays lesson so let's cut to the chase, I have paired you all up for group work, you will be working in pairs! This is an analysis of the prose we have been reading, and I expect a presentation and a written essay that both of you must present to the class next week."

She turned her back, writing on the chalk board who was paired together, and Kenny swore his heart skipped a beat when he noticed he was paired with you. He's never wanted to fist bump the air so much in all his life, but he didn't want you to notice him geeking out over you.

"Please sit next to your partner and get started straight away!" You teacher said to the class, and you moved your seat beside Kenny's, you both sharing a desk.

"Hey, I'm y/n, I'm new here from the UK so sorry if some of what I say doesn't make sense, our slang is hard to forget." You laughed, and Kenny nodded.

"Most people can't understand me either." He mumbled, his hood up. Let her see your face, idiot! His brain almost screamed at him as he unzipped his coat, taking his hood down, and it didn't go unnoticed by his friends. They knew he was hot on your tail, and what Kenny wants, he gets.

Your mouth was wide as you studied your partners face, a blush on your cheeks. He was hot, his fluffy blonde hair sitting messily atop his head, his pale skin and subtle freckles and that adorable little gappy smile. Fuck! You'd only moved a week ago and already you were crushing on someone.

"I'm Kenny. We can meet at the park after school and work on our project if you're up for up it?" He offered, you would definitely be turned off if you seen how his family were and what his home was like, and he was not losing you because of his parents and their usual neglectful bullshit.

"Or you could swing by my house? I'll get us coffee and order some pizza?" You offered, twiddling your pen between your thumb and forefinger, trying to avoid direct eye contact out of fear of blushing in front of him.

"That sounds a million times better, thanks." Kenny replied, a small smile on his face, he took this opportunity to sneak a quick look at your cleavage, and he swore he could make out the shape of your hard nipples through your bralette, and were those piercings?! Fuck, what were you doing to him? Don't get hard, Jesus Christ don't get hard!

"Can I have your number? So I can send you my address?" You asked, offering him your phone to punch his number into.

And he gladly accepted, typing his number on to your phone, and while you were distracted talking to Wendy he quickly installed a tracking app on your phone, just so he could know where you were at all times, to keep you safe of course.

"There you go." Kenny replied, holding your phone out to you as you took it from him, smiling at him.

"So... tell me a little about you, Kenny?" His eyebrow quirked at your sudden question. Were you wanting to find out more about him because you were partnered with him and just being friendly? Or did you ask because you were interested in getting to know him, because he wanted to know everything there was to know about you.

"I'm eighteen, I've lived in South Park for my whole life, and I've always been known of the poorest kid of the school, thanks to Eric over there." He said, nodding his head in the direction we're the older boy sat, you could hear him laughing at his own jokes, he seemed like an ass.

"I have a brother and a younger sister, Kevin and Karen. Just a warning though, people here love to gossip, so if anyone is bothering you, let me know." Kenny said kindly, his eyes not tearing from you once, it was as if you two were the only people in the room, god how was he going to control himself when he was in your bedroom, just you two.

"So tell me a little about yourself, y/n." Kenny inquired, and he was genuinely interested, soul mates needed to know all there was about each other, and he was determined to know you, he just hoped that you'd let him.

"Um... I'm eighteen too, I'm an only child, live with my mother, but she has some... problems, y'know?" You said, and Kenny knew exactly what you meant, his parents were the crème de la crème of drug and alcohol addicts, so he knew fine and well what she meant. Maybe they moved here for a new start.

"You smoke?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, you smoke weed?" You asked back, a small smirk on your face.

"Fuck yeah, I've dabbled with a lot of drugs, I mean, I've been exposed to them all my life." Kenny said, his eyes staring at his table, then back to you.

"I'll buy pizza and get us coffees if you bring the weed, deal?" You asked, putting your hand out to the blonde boy in front of you.

"Deal!" Kenny said, a smirk on his own face as the bell rang for the end of class.

You began packing up your things off your table and into your bag and as you bent down to grab your pen that had fallen on the floor, Kenny thought his eyes had popped fully out of his head. He stared at your ass and your thick thighs and my god how he wanted his head between them.

When you stood back up you finished packing and turned to see Kenny was waiting on you.

"If you wanna grab lunch together you can come with with me?" He asked, a small smile on his face, and boy did he hope that you said yes.

"That sounds lovely. Thanks, Kenny." You replied, throwing your back pack over your shoulder and beginning to walk out of the classroom with Kenny.

You could feel the eyes of other girls burning into the back of you as you both walked down the corridor, chatting together and making jokes as you both erupted into laughter.

Even though he was fully fixated on what you were talking about, Kenny was dazed, he was deep in thought, and it was all about you. About how your shirts hugged that perfectly round ass, how sensitive your nipples would be, what piercings would adorn them, did you have any tattoos that he couldn't see? His mind swirled.

As you both entered the cafeteria, he smiled and waved at his friends, before leading you over to introduce you.

"Guys, this is y/n m, she's new here. Y/n this is Eric, Kyle, Stan, Jimmy, Craig and Tweek." He said, pointing to each individual as he said their names, and you smiled.

"Hey guys, hopefully we can all be friends." You said, taking a seat between Kenny and Kyle.

"Kenny, how did you manage to get this pretty girl to befriend you?" Stan blurred outright, his cheeks going red as he averted both of your gazes.

"Um, we got partnered up together in English and it looks like we have a lot in common, and Kenny seems really nice." You said as the rest of the group nodded as if in sync.

"That makes sense." Kyle said to no one in particular and Kenny was in his own world again. You thought he was nice? He was making a good start, now he had to get you to fall in love with him, and he was pretty sure he knew how.

The rest of the day was pretty much standard procedure as far as Kenny was concerned, you had texted him, telling him to come over at 7pm.

So he had some free time on his hands. And he knew exactly what to do with it.

[fivewholeminutes]

so. wembley.

Once I have finally gathered my wits the words did not want to stop coming. This rambling is long; apologies for that. And for the messed up tenses I hate tenses we only have one past tense why is English like this

No photos/videos yet, they are still not properly checked/deleted/edited by me.

It was. Unsurprisingly. One of the best days of my life. But also, I don't remember much from my life, so don't trust me on this one. (Kidding, it totally WAS one of the best days of my life). And uhh... I have a problem with processing events and emotions, so it still feels like I have seen it on a TV screen instead of, you know, actually, physically having been there? Idk how to explain that, I still have to convince my brain that I've been there. I feel detached from it completely. But!! I!! Have!! Been!! There!!

I woke up so early that foxes were still roaming the streets. Didn't talk much with people around me in the queue (hello anxiety), but they were lovely! I signed the blue flag for iii from me & Lia, got the sticker for Projekt Atlantic, received some bracelets, exchanged some bracelets, put some sea creatures tattoos on people (LIA I FORGOT TO GIVE YOU THE WHALE!!!), slept on a pavement, bought merch for myself and others (I've never had anyone to buy concert merch for before, it's such a nice feeling 🥺).

And queueing for so long was so fucking worth it! Third row, baby!! For the first time in the middle!! (Which was my downfall later, but the pre-show me was not aware of that just yet). I couldn't actually hear HEALTH that well, but I really liked their drummer, he was enjoying himself and his joy was contagious. (I've checked them later though and. Last album, my beloved.) During the break, well, you all know what was happening, I have been liveblogging everything (sorry about that <3). The moment someone in the crowd literally screeched when they saw the new masks on instagram was a blessing, I wouldn't have survived seeing them in new masks without a warning. Also, my blind ass would probably realise 3 songs in that they have different masks, I shit you not. Besides, it was super fun having a mental breakdown here on tumblr with y'all <3

When Espera entered the stage, everything else stopped being of any importance to me. I remember my first thought was "oh yeah, sure, the ladies are dressed up and moving like this and you expect me to focus on anything else that is happening on this stage?". And of course, my second thought was "I GOTTA TAKE PICTURES FOR DARYA". Naturally, I was trying to keep up with everything else anyway. I haven't seen ii all too well though and it makes me sad :( Alas. I've had a good vantage point for the ladies. Yeah. Brain went brrrrr every time I was looking at them. Where was I again-

I was still coughing at that time. I got a terrible coughing fit after literally 3 short screams during HEALTH and my idiot ass has left all the lozenges except one in the hotel room an hour before the door opening. I thought I would have to spend the rest of the night not singing along nor screaming and felt utterly heartbroken for a few minutes, but after my Holy Grail Lozenge (and a LOT of water from the venue's crew) my cough has abandoned me for the duration of the whole ritual (thank you, Sleep). Even though, when Sam told us that we have to sing, my only thought was "I CAN'T FUCKING SING EITHER, MATE". But I did. Oh, I so fucking did. I sung my lungs out and did not cough even ONCE.

But you know. I was exhausted, anxious, surrounded by strangers and had more sugar in my veins than red cells at that point, so I wasn't my best self. I really thought the karaoke was for shits and giggles at first. "Oh yeah, it's The Most Popular Song, let's see how it sounds when 10k people sing it without the singer's help!", you know. Thought it was for the recording the announcements warned us about. But then we sung Granite. Ohhhkay. And then The Love You Want - certainly not a song they would leave for an impropmtu singalong. It was then that I (belatedly) realised that yeah, something really was wrong and so my heart broke again. So many preparations! Their biggest gig so far! Even iii managed to be there! And something had to happen!! Specifically!! To Vessel!! Of all people!! That was just not fair. He totally didn't deserve this. But it's just life and its endless fucking bad surprises for everyone, huh.

I didn't have enough time to collect all the broken pieces of my heart from the sticky floor and mend them after this realisation, because after Vessel joined the singing for the last few lines of TLYW, he dropped to his knees in front of us crying and thanking everyone. That sight is now carved into my brain. This is when I realised the 3rd row was a mistake. The psychic damage it gave me is irrevocable. Do you have those moments that you will never forget? A few seconds of an (usually traumatic) experience that will haunt you forever, replaying in your mind like a broken record? It was a bit like this for me. It wasn't traumatic, mind you, but it was definitely something that made a permanent dent in my heart and a home in my brain. And I wouldn't change it anyway.

Another thing that made me think that I will just fall down and never get up was iii & iv's hug. It was. So full of love and reassurence. Idk, you could just feel that emitting from them, okay? I was standing there thinking "yeah sure, just fucking murder me tonight instead, okay. Should've kept staring at Espera only-". Ah yes. The ladies. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Where was I again-

The goosebumps when the whole venue yelled "they won't be missing you" during Nazareth, oh my fucking god. On my previous rituals, in way smaller venues, there's always been a handful of people screaming it. And everyone doing it? Unparalleled feeling. Bordering on the shrimp emotions scale.

The lights were spectacular. I cannot describe how amazing the light show was. I am sending a kiss to each and every light crew member.

Also, Vessel being more emotional during the ritual as a whole. The TLYW moment was the worst for me, but there were many others. (Ascensionism and Bloodsport stabbing me with a rusty knife the most.) I mean, who could've blamed him for the emotions, he would probably be very emotional even without the voice issues. Who wouldn't be!! It was a big night, after all. God, it must have been so difficult for him, I really, really fucking hope the love coming from his bandmates, crew and the crowd was enough to help him focus on the good parts of the evening only. And!! It wasn't even that bad!!! Sure, he lost his voice for a while, but once it was back you could!! Barely!! Hear!! The difference!! I have a whole new level of respect for Vessel because of that. And for staying onstage with us for the songs he couldn't sing. Didn't know I could respect him even more than I already did, but hey. Love being surprised like that. I have seen concerts where the singers were singing way worse live while being completely healthy. Like sure, you could notice he's not using so many uhh, how do you call this in English, vocal ornamentations??? and that his voice is strained, but it was still beautiful. Take care of your voice now though, dude, jfc. Thanks for the sacrifice, much appreciated, but TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL FUCKING FIND YOU- (kidding, kidding. or am i.) I also liked that he was leaving the more screamy moments in songs for us. Aiming the microphone at us, positive we'll have his back. Like yeah, yeah, other bands do that relatively often, but it's not something they usually do, you know.

I can't vouch for everyone in the crowd, but I sure as fuck did not have a SINGLE thought that the show sucks because of his voice issues. Like it didn't even occur to me. Honest to god. I was shocked when I saw on tumblr that people were leaving? Asking for a refund????????????? I was having the time of my life singing those songs. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, probably!! Who can say they karaoked whole 3 songs with the band playing for them live?? Your local karaoke bar could never. (Bonus points, you could hear Espera better bc of that! Yes, I know, you are not supposed to hear backing vocals too loud in general, I'm just saying it was nice hearing them, bc usually I hear them on recordings only.)

Yeah, sure I was disappointed after the show that there was no Euclid, but that's just me, a total whore for Euclid. It's a completely different thing than being a bitch who leaves halfway, because something out of the ordinary has been happening.

Anyways. I would like to wish all the crowdsurfers a very fuck you. Hope you will all step on a lego every day for the rest of your lives <3

Crowdsurfers and constant giving away of water (which I understand, it was terribly hot there and it was needed) were a bit distracting, I missed some things because of the commotion, the drum solo has been disrupted by me getting a (fortunately very light) kick in the mouth and DRUM SOLO IS SACRED. I HOPE THE CROWDSURFER WHO DECIDED TO GO UP IN THAT MOMENT WILL STEP ON 3 LEGOS DAILY. IT'S LITERALLY THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE RITUAL FOR ME AND THEY HAVE RUINED IT. Thanks to another crowdsurfer, I missed the moment the band was throwing stuff into the crowd and I promised Lia I will catch a pick/drumstick for them!!!!!!! I've had a banner for this occassion and all!!!!! And!!!!! For the whole time things were flying from the scene!!!! I have been under someone's legs and ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Side note: Vessel was throwing away his rings. That's so fucking cool, ahh.

All in all, half of the things that happened there, I've learned from tumblr. The announcements about the recording, people leaving, Vessel being covered in runes (I WAS STANDING RIGHT BEFORE HIM AND DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING. A N Y T H I N G. I HATE BEING A BLIND IDIOT), the Espera ladies laughing at iii for not coming to the photo, hell, even Vessel trying to get his attention. I have NO idea what I've been doing back then, it's a blur again lmao. And. The most important thing: Vessel's "thank you". I didn't catch it back then. I don't hear it on my recording. Tbh I couldn't believe y'all for a long while that it really happened (I'm sorry). But it did and you know what? I'm glad the broken pieces of my heart were left on the arena's floor earlier during the show. I don't want them anymore.

I would also like to thank that one security guy in huge headphones who was our warning that another fucking crowdsurfer was coming our way. I hope the headphones guy's pillow is always cold on both sides, his skin clear, his crops- and so on. Our hero <3

There was also a moment during Atlantic (another important moment disrupted. Smh) where 2 security persons dived into the crowd?? I still have no idea what was happening, bc if someone faints for example, they are always brught to the barricade by the crowd and security picks them up, I've never seen security getting into the crowd before. And because of that, people around me were talking loudly during Atlantic. Kill kill murder kill

Still, Projekt Atlantic was a huge success and I am so proud of the organisers!! They're in the same category of lovely people as the big headphones security guy

Sending a kiss to @murderofcrow for this gif 🖤

To sum up. I will forever be grateful for this band. This music has activated the dormant parts of my mind. I am making art again. I am meeting cool people because of them. I have people to talk about it with who are as excited about it as I am. For the first time in ages I really feel alive again. And life is not good, far from it, to be completely honest with you, they haven't magically fixed all my problems, but I do have something that actually fucking works on me. I know Vessel wouldn't agree, but they are saving people. And you all, lovely ST pocket of tumblr motherfuckers who are reading this, you are saving people too.

And, last but not least!! In hot pink, because I can! Thanks to this ritual I could finally meet @vesselsscarlet and @thevenomousseprent in person!!!!!!!!! I love you guys, you are amazing and I can't wait to see you again 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 You've made me feel so loved that weekend and it's something I haven't felt in a while!!

[aesir-alchemist]

Hi, I'm The Problem, It's Me (it's the Avengers throw a party one) (Loki x Reader)

Summary: A continuation of the series where I write my take on my favorite fanfic clichés.

It's New Years Eve, and the holidays have you feeling nostalgic and well… you forgot to check the guest list for the Sanctum's killer party. Isn't it always the way? That your exes creep back into your life just as you've begun to forget about them? Well Loki's no different- just more handsome. Hooking up with Loki after he ditched you without a word is a terrible idea... Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the way Avengers parties always seem to get so messy, or maybe it's the unresolved feelings that you're trying to ignore, but you find yourself in the mood to make some bad decisions before the year is done.

Author's notes: These one-shots are meant to celebrate frequently used story tropes. Please feel free to comment with your favorite fanfic clichés, and I'll add them to the list.

Pairing: Loki (Marvel) x Female Reader

Content Warning: 18+ smut ahead (Reader is of age). Not a condom in sight.

Word Count: 3,288

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"'I wouldn’t blame you,' he said, catching your gaze and holding it. Soft curls fell over his forehead and down his cheek, framing his intense expression, 'People I’ve hurt have done worse for less.'"

“Hi,” was all he said. 

You hated that all it took was that one stupid, short word from his satisfied, smirking lips for you to forget all of your better instincts. 

Of course Loki was here. It had been years of careful avoidance and you’d finally managed to all but forget the taste of him. And isn’t that always how it went? Without fail exes always came crawling back as soon as you found a moment of peace. And your idiotically blissed out brain hadn’t even thought to wonder if he’d been extended an invite. But of course. If Thor was there, he was there. They were a bit of a package deal these days.

Loki leaned against the bar, his white dress shirt unbuttoned to almost his navel. His black velvet suit jacket was still on, but open. If you knew him, he’d be losing it soon enough. He never left a party with the same outfit he’d arrived with. His clean-shaven chest was draped in 3 slim chains that you were sure he just couldn’t help himself from wearing. 

You glanced around, looking for backup. A way out. An excuse to leave. Maria, Wanda, Steven -all right there moments ago but now… miraculously elsewhere. So you took a deep breath and sighed, resigned,

“Hi,” was all you said

His emerald eyes caught in the disco ball gleam of the tinsel streamers hanging from every corner of the room. Everything shimmered green and gold for a moment and it made your breath catch. 

“You’re not surprised to see me are you?”

“I guess I shouldn’t be,” he was never where you needed him to be. That had been the main problem. Only showing up when it convenienced him. You gestured at his rather peacockish appearance, “Seems like you haven’t changed at all Loki.”

“It’s only been several years,” he conceded.

“Many several,” you retorted.

He had just disappeared one day, to Asgard presumably, then turned up back on Earth with a shipload of refugees and nothing even resembling so much as a phone call. You’d taken it personally at first. Deeply personally. After all, you’d thought he was dead, until one day he was nt. One day he was just there, and apparently he hadn’t even thought of you at all. 

And then you talked to Thor. And apparently that was his brother’s M.O. A pattern of behavior that you’d wanted to ignore. A series of red flags that had been covered up by all of the green that blinded you. And when that truth hit you. That he would rather die than make a tough exit. That you were just some play thing in a series of playthings, and well… you killed him again. You killed him in your heart and in your head and you vowed to never look back. He was in New Asgard and you were in New York. And Paris. And Sydney, and Tokyo and Seoul… you made sure that you were anywhere but Norway. And you left a wake of broken hearts in your path as well. Just to get the tase of him out of your mouth. It had worked too. You were a new person. More confident, self assured and successful. More self-aware. More evolved. 

“Scotch on the rocks and a mezcal negroni,” he said to the bartender, placing a generous tip in the collection, “That is… if it’s still your drink of choice?”

Maybe you hadn’t changed that much. 

“You’ve got me,” you replied, glancing casually to the low-cut neck of your dress, making sure everything was in its proper place. 

“You look ravishing in this,” Loki brushed the tips of his fingers down swell of your hips, ostensibly feeling the soft satin weave. Forward as always.

You rolled your eyes at him, but your lips couldn’t help but curling. Why was his flattery so goddamn effective? You’d infiltrated countless organizations and done more to keep international peace than the UN but something about this would-be king made you abandon all good reason.

You clenched your fists around your purse, composed yourself, and managed a stern glare, not your best, but it was something, “Flattery will get you nowhere a phone call couldn’t.”

The bartender placed two drinks on the counter. Instead of reaching for his scotch, Loki instead took your jewel-red cocktail in his long fingers (covered in thin bands of gold, of course. Garish but appealing) and took a sip.

The look you gave him was one of amusement and half-shock. 

“I had almost forgotten the taste,” he purred, “Still bitter, I see.”

“And why shouldn’t I be bitter?”

He handed you your glass and picked up his own, but you grabbed his scotch before it could reach his lips, taking a swig and making a show of twisting your face. 

“Still stringently unpleasant and leaves a sour taste in your mouth,” pettiness overtaking you completely. 

You turned away from him, ready to down your drink. Then three others. Then, ideally, to take home some fresh young sorcerer before the ball even dropped. Someone blonde or dark skinned or round. Someone the exact opposite of the long, raven haired prince. Someone to to help you put Loki firmly behind you once and for all. 

But he had other plans, and his hands were once again on your waist, catching on the fabric of your dress and pulling you back towards him.

“One dance? For old time’s sake? One dance before we put this year to bed?” His lips were at your ear and the heat of his breath sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. A more naive you would have thought that the power he had over you was magic. But the self aware version of you knew that he was just your weakness. Loki of Asgard was just your type - tall, lean, dark haired and intelligent - but he was as if your type were turned up to a million. He was as if he were the prototype that all other similar men had been based on but could never quite measure up to. 

“One dance,” you acquiesced, your body relaxing ever so slightly. You knew that this one slip in your defenses could snowball into letting Loki snake his way back into your life. It was inadvisable in every way, but the shape of his body felt so familiar, and New Years Eve had a way of making you feel nostalgic.

“I promise it’ll be fun,” he said, and he spun you around, twirling your hand in his, making the hem of your dress rise dangerously high. You didn’t doubt that it would be fun. Fun had never been the issue with him. The issue had been his ability to make you fall apart completely and never show remorse. The issue at hand was that out of the myriad ways you knew you could be destroyed, letting Loki break your heart once more sounded like the most delicious. 

But the drink was settling in you now, making you feel loose, and pliant, and it wouldn’t be long until the champagne came out. Your preservation instincts were quickly being overcome by your body’s need for pleasure. So you spun, and you swayed and you moved with the music, Loki’s hands on your hips, and then your arms, and then entwined on your fingers. 

The colors in the room blurred in rhythm to the music and you found that you could still taste the last time your limbs had been entangled with his. It tasted like the pine of his cologne on clean skin. It tasted like worn sheets clenched between your teeth. It tasted like you, still sticky on his lips. 

The DJ that Wong had hired was good. Songs seamlessly blended together, hit after hit, and soon enough, what would have passed for one dance turned into two, turned into three, and then you were handed a bottle of Veuve and then time didn’t matter. It was just your hips following his until you were dizzy and breathless. 

Loki spun you into a corner. Thank god these old New York buildings came well appointed with nooks and crannies. There were eyes on you, you were sure. Thor must have had thoughts, as did everyone else with a shoulder you’d cried on. A large portion of the party’s attendees you figured. You didn’t relish the thought of them knowing how little it took to get you back into those lean, muscular arms. 

Loki grabbed the bottle, exposed chest heaving from exertion. He’d lost his jacket at some point, as you’d predicted, and he’d undone another shirt button or two. You followed the line of exposed skin from the waist of his slim cut pants, over his navel and the peaks of his abs and to the bobbing apple of his gold-draped neck. His chin was up, exposing all that tender, vulnerable flesh. In your pettier moments you’d dreamed of taking a knife to that perfect, pale skin just to relish him bleeding out. Instead you put your hands around his neck, enjoying the heat of his pulse beneath your fingers, and the ridges of his throat against your thumbs. 

Part of you itched to squeeze. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Show him how hard it was to breathe in the weeks, months, years after he left without a word. 

He stepped closer, cornering you completely against some mystical curio cabinet. He wrapped his arms around your body and rested the chilled bottle of champagne against the base of your spine. It sent a shiver of pleasure through your over-heated nerves. 

“I wouldn’t blame you,” he said, catching your gaze and holding it. Soft curls fell over his forehead and down his cheek, framing his intense expression, “People I’ve hurt have done worse for less.”

It wasn’t an apology, but it was an admission of guilt. It was something.

A conscience. That was new. 

You did squeeze, slightly, and you pulled too. You pulled him towards you, his lips to yours and you kissed him, gently, questioningly, asking yourself for permission to enjoy, consequences be damned. 

The consequences were immediate. He kissed you back hard, pressing his still heaving chest against yours, pushing your sticky skin into the glass of the cabinet and the bottle into your back. 

Loki’s kiss didn’t ask questions. Loki’s kiss was hungry. Loki’s kiss devoured. Loki’s kiss told the story of a man who’s appetite had not be satiated. It was a kiss that wanted more, and it was the kind of kiss that you could not get enough of. 

When he finally pulled away, your mouth was still parted and all good sense had left through the eager opening. 

“You lips are just as lovely as I remembered,” you could feel the sinews of his throat stretch and flex under your grip, still sticky and hot around his throat, “Please tell me that your cunt tastes just as sweet?”

And that was when you fell apart - your resolve evaporated completely and every lesson you’d learned about this man’s effect on your well being fell by the wayside. You were completely at his mercy once again.

“I know a place,” Loki said, and he led you away from the party. You kept your eyes on the width of his back, not daring to glance at the rest of the party. Shame and excitement churned in your belly and rose to your cheeks, adding to the champagne glow. 

Loki’s long fingers pressed on an ancient door, it’s creaking muffled by the churning bass of the music, and you found yourself in a long, dark corridor full of portraits of sorcerers illuminated by the moon filtering through old multi-paned windows. He locked the door behind you and pressed you up against it, his skin catching the lunar glow and making him look more godlike than ever. 

He kissed across your clavicle as he ran his fingers tenderly over your breasts and down your body. His delicate touch glided over the soft silk of your dress and you whimpered slightly as his thumbs passed over your nipples and the heat of his breath warmed your throat. 

Your throat that was once covered in marks he’d made.

Your throat that once caught on sobs of pain when he was gone.

His hands passed your hem, his fingertips still light of touch, but they pressed firmly into your skin as they moved back up your body, underneath your dress this time, caressing your thighs and hips as he reached around and grabbed the soft ample cheeks of your ass.

Loki growled a deep laugh into your breasts.

“You never were one for underwear,” he dug his fingers into flesh, hungry, “Fuuuuuck,” he growled, “I missed these games.”

You did too. You missed removing your underwear clandestinely in mission debriefings. You missed slipping pieces of lace and cotton into his pocket when passing in the halls. You missed waiting for him to come sniff you out and take his prize. Sometimes it took hours, and you missed the anticipation. You missed growing wet with wanting. You missed being soaked to dripping by the time he found you.

You were almost as wet now. Loki slipped two long fingers between your thighs to feel it, groaning with delight when he was not disappointed.

He pushed up the skirt of your dress, your slick on his fingers folding into the satin creases. He wasted no time kneeling before you. He took one leg and put it over his shoulder, resting your thigh against his neck and the hungry hollow of his cheek. 

Loki looked up at you one last time. His eyes were wide with adoration. His lips were parted with thirst. Your leg lifted slightly with his every bated breath. It was a look of pure hopeless longing. It was a look that had the power to destroy civilizations. It was a look that probably had. 

And then he dove into you.

His tongue licked between your folds, lapping up your nectar and moaning with hungry satisfaction into hollow of your body. You bit back whimpers, not trusting the throng of the music on the other side of the door to hide the evidence of your poor decisions.

You remembered every filthy word he’d whispered into you between your legs. Every time that he’d promised, heavy lidded and laden with lust “I will ruin you with pleasure. I will ruin you and your perfect, aching cunt.”

You tried not to think about how those words made themselves very nearly true. 

He sucked on your clit while he flicked the tip of his tongue across the ever growing sensitivity. He built pressure there, circling your need harder, building it up and up and up and up…

Until he broke, gasping for air and making you squeal a desperate moan.

Loki bit at your swollen labia before dipping his tongue deep in your wanting void, burring his face in you, letting himself get messy with you he lapped you up.

It was too much. It was not enough. You wanted to push him away. You wanted to pull him closer.

He replaced his tongue with two reaching fingers that pulled at you, bringing your whining, insatiable lust toward him until it broke. Until you broke. Until you broke into a million pieces and every cell burst with elation like champagne pouring into your core and filling you up with sparkling, delightful undoing. 

He’d learned so much about your body, and in the meantime he hadn’t forgotten it. He’d put it to good use. 

Your hands were desperately grasping at the doorframe, your nails digging into ancient wood when your knees gave out and your legs failed you. Loki caught you before you slid, wrapping your legs around his waist. His tight pants bulged with yearning. It pressed against your exposed cunt. 

“Set me free, love,” he begged, his hands around your waist, and his breath, still hot with your scent. And you wished, wished so hard that he loved you, like you, after all this time still undeniably loved him. But love was a matter for another day. All that mattered now was his need, and what he needed was you you. By the ragged sound of his voice, he needed you desperately. And that was enough for now. 

You loosened his black leather belt and unbuttoned his pants, grasping hungrily at the pull of his zipper until his hardened cock twitched free. You stifled an exasperated laugh when his glossy tip became readily exposed, “Slut,” you joked. He too had foregone underwear. 

“I learned from the best,” Loki slid into you easily, pressing you up against the door causing it to rattle. 

You prayed that the hinges of the Sanctum were made of stronger stuff than your resolve to stay away from Loki Laufeyson. 

He pushed, and pressed, and thrust into you, exploring you with the length of his cock with every shaking exertion. You could taste yourself on his lips and he was right, you did still taste sweet. You hoped that he understood how sweet you really were. You squeezed yourself around him every time he pulled out of you, and you relaxed, welcoming him in every time he encroached. 

“TEN!” You heard the crowd from the other side of the door.

“NINE!” The moans he let loose every time you tightened around him should be bottled and sold like a drug.

“EIGHT!” His fingers gripped at you, drawing greedy lines of red along your sides and back. 

“SEVEN!” His mouth was on your neck now, biting and sucking and making marks you knew you’d see in the morning.

“SIX!” Marks you could not erase by any method but time. Marks that would serve as a reminder of this dalliance.

“FIVE!” Marks that made you his. Over and over again, he claimed your body with each one. 

“FOUR!” Your hands were in his hair, fistfuls of black ink.

“THREE!” Your toes tensed and your abs flexed, bracing against every impact, so certain of the impending fall.

“TWO!” Your thighs gripped him, pulling him in even closer, his breath catching on every ragged inhale.

“ONE!” Fireworks erupted. Fireworks in your veins, Fireworks on his skin. Fireworks outside the window showering you in a green and gold and red and blue glow.

He let loose, growling into your moaning mouth. Your euphoric muscles clenching his length, coaxing it into spilling everything he had into you.

Your breath was still in synch. There were horns and party whistles and the melancholy chords of “Auld Lang Syne” on the other side of the door, but all you could register was the beating thrum of your heartbeat slowly calming to a reasonable tempo.

Loki kissed you again, this time with a lingering sweetness. This was the kind of kiss you missed the most. The truly intimate kisses. It made your heart ache anew, your nerves now satisfied of its overwhelming lust, leaving room for agony once more.

He wiped your hair away from your sticky forehead and he pressed his temple against yours. 

“Happy New Year,” and he whispered your name into your ear causing you to grasp at his shirt in yearning and frustration. There was a time when all you wanted was your taste and your name on his lips. You’d thought that time had passed.

You were wrong.

“I missed you,” he said, his eyelashes brushing your still sensitive skin. 

“I know,” you said. And you checked on your body, noting every place that felt sore, and every place that felt raw, and every place that felt renewed and you realized that he meant it. 

If you liked this, please find me on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44328766

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

“ You’re Bullshit ”

Basically this is a one-shot to that one idea I posted

Description; Steve’s and Nancy’s relationship ends with the word bullshit, while Eddie and Steve’s blooms from said word.

The word bullshit still made Steve skittish. It was stupid and he felt stupid for being so afraid of one word but it was the same thing Nancy called him drunk in a bathroom. Every morning when he woke up he felt like bullshit. He wasn’t some nice dude, he was idiot jock that would much rather be a asshole to everyone else all because his parents didn’t love him enough. Though the persona is easy to be put up, it just clicks into place when he’s with Robin and he’s convinced Robin is the reason why he’s a better person. Though he didn’t love her in a romantic way he loved her dearly. She had been the first person to catch on to his hatred for the word bullshit. Flinching back when ever she used it in a sentence or when Dustin gets loud and irritated hissing out, “this is such bullshit” Steve still doesn’t fully understand how one night, one person could ruin just one word. He used to use it at least once a day, now his brain refuses to even think about it without cringing a little.

The word doesn’t come up often these days, once in a while one of the kids will spit it out without thinking. Which was fine, Steve wasn’t going to force them to censor themselves around him. They were growing teenagers that went through so much to be standing where they are right in front of him. Robin on the other hand, understood him and made a swear jar at Family Video. When ever one of the kids cursed there was a quarter in the jar. Soon enough the quarters were piling up and the word Bullshit was barely heard. The only person to not get the memo about not cursing in the store was Eddie. Who had a pass for a lot of things when coming in. Late rental? Cleared. Owed money? Cleared. So when he comes in he does curse on occasion. But one day it comes out of nowhere.

“This is such bullshit!”

Steve is already flinching back and curling in himself as Robin goes trying to see what the problem was. He stays frozen on the counter as his thoughts wander back to the party with Nancy. Though he quickly snaps out of them as he moves to try and see what the issue is. Eddies hands are flying in the air and Steve’s so confused.

“What do you mean the rocky horror picture show was Recalled?” The boy is pretty much hissing the last word out. Robin is trying to relax the situation as much as she can. Steve on the other hand knew that he hid most of the copy’s in the back room in a box. Never wanting to throw a good movie away just because some asshole didn’t like it. Eddies about to go on a rant but Steve’s quick to interrupt him. Getting a soft glare sent his way.

“That’s the one with Tim Curry right? Where he gets all dressed up in make up and shit?” He asks furrowing his eyebrows hands on his hip. Looking at Robin for confirmation as she nods her head. On a rare occasion something with LGBTQ+ themes came in and Steve felt like shit for just throwing it out. Which was the reason for the hidden box. Steve snorts and gets dirty looks from both teens. Waving his hand he gestures for the two to follow him. He could hear Eddie’s chains clinking behind him and Robins braincells firing up trying to think about what he could have possibly hidden from her. Huffing a little bit he moves and he waits for them to take a step back as he lifts a pretty heavy box up on one arm and picks the second box up with his right. For once his strength as come to good use. He moves and plots both on the counter as he moves searching for said movie. Grinning as he pulls out four copies.

“Well Munson, I have The Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Rocky horror Picture Show, The Rocky horror Picture Show again, and oh my! You’ll never guess what I just found! The Rocky -” before he can finish the man in front of him is snatching a copy from his wide eyed. Robin is doing the same as she looks at him like he has three heads. “What? I also have Al Pacino in drag if that peaks your interest?” He says in a teasing tone. Picking up Cruising.

“Oh my god, Steve Harrington you are my god. Let me get on my knees and worship you!” Eddie jokes but he’s already dropping to his knees to start bowing.

“Oh shut up, and keep the movie. Go through the box if you want there might be a couple of other movies in there.” He hums as he moves to go start his lunch break.

The second time Steve hears Eddie use the word Bullshit it hits a little closer to home. Eddies currently wasted off his ass in Steve’s living room. Nancy and Jonathan were in the guest room and poor Robin was knocked out on the couch. The metal head keeps stumbling around that Steve was getting nervous he was going to crack his head open. He doesn’t think and his arms moving wrapping around the others waist pulling him closer. His breath nearly being knocked out of him when the other does that thing he likes to do. Lean his head back and smile like he was in on some hidden joke Steve didn’t know about. Steve can smell the smoke and alcohol from the others breathe and his nose scrunches up a bit but he doesn’t mind. Eddies rambling about something DnD related. Tossing his hands around as he excitedly explains the campaign to Steve, who is happily listening. The guy doesn’t even realize he’s walking or pretty much being led to Steve’s room. When he does he stops mid sentence seeing the ugly wallpaper. He bites his lip as Steve feels awkward.

“I’ll be sleeping on the floor just in case you need anything.” Steve says with a soft smile forcing him into his bed. There’s hidden jokes there and he expects Eddie to say one. But he doesn’t instead Eddie’s eyes land back on Steve’s face.

“This is such Bullshit.” He slurs and Steve’s freezing tensing up. Eddie doesn’t notice as he slurs a little more trying to gather words but none of them are coming out right. Almost as if he’s overwhelmed. Steve’s hands start to shake and he moves pulling the blanket over the struggling boy. Not saying a word as he fights to get the other situated.

“Stevie, this is bullshit, you shouldn’t be this cool and nice. You’re making me feel stupid for thinking you were a asshole.” Eddies whining a bit as a hand moves to the others face cupping it gently. “I can’t believe I’m currently in Steve Harrington’s bed in his house and not being hate crimed.” Eddie rambles out as his eyes are glossy and he’s trying to find the right words. He pauses for a second. “Stevie you aren’t bullshit, I’m bullshit for believing that every preppy jock was some asshole who didn’t have any feelings. You’re my favorite jock baby, and I would gladly take a basketball in the face if it means I can be near you.” He’s slurring out. Steve’s face goes pink for a different reason and his hands stop shaking. Relaxing under the others hand as he watches the other carefully.

For once the word Bullshit doesn’t chip at him. He bites his lip as he relaxes a bit feeling tears in his eyes. Eddie doesn’t let him stay standing up for long as he pulls him into the bed. Wrapping his limbs around the other as he giggles. The serious moment gone as he hums. “And I think it’s bullshit that you think I’m letting you sleep on the floor. I’m sorry king steve but you must share your bed with little old me.” He slurs out as he buries his face in the others shoulder.

Steve snorts but he lets the other use him as a pillow. And yeah, maybe Eddie is right. He’s not bullshit, Nancy was.

[bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing]

Also, help i fall down this rabbit hole... I did plan to write a lot about it 😅, sorry guys for the torture, please forgive me! Ok? 🥺🥺

P. S 2.0:This is an old fanfiction that never come out two years ago, didn't have the mood to write that much...It is a bit prepared with feelings... I do plan to write more with cases and of course more SCP style since H. Hope is my SCP persona... 😅 I just got the taste of the case-detective stories 👀👀👀, oh boy... My imagination is over 9000🤣🤣♥️

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Also part 1:->

Part 3: ->

The others strangers looked strange at her, had that look as if they could eat her, Hope was in a new completely unknown location to her, it Was scary but she had to be brave after all they Were people not anomalies.

Most teenagers and even some adults found comfort in alcohol and very fould language, they were dressed too stridently and vulgar, it Was indeed a mad world out there, the streets have so much danger on them after the sunset and With every step she took, she felt watched.

On the Site after everything that happened that day she couldn't stay there for much longer, she needed a break and her colleague understand her, for that Hope was grateful, she did not need to explain to them any forward, there was still blood, bad blood and smell, that smell made Hope sick.

While she tried to avoid unwilling conflicts a group of three boys blocked her way, that made her sigh, can't she just had a peacefully night at least once...

The blonde one said something to her, his breath smelled of cheap cigarettes and different types of alcohol, wondering how he stood on his feet by now, the middle one was shorter than the rest of those two, tried to grab Hope by her shoulder, lucky his face meet with Hope angry fist, the idiot felt down probably needed a dentist soon.

The third screams something Hope could not understand probably he had too many glass of whisky, but that kick somewhere should had wake him up.

For someone like Hope it was easy to kick their sorry lives but that wasn't something she wanted at that moment, Hope withdrew when she caught the moment.

Near the beach a detective looking at sea, the waves calmed him down, he didn't even know why he suffered from insomnia.

The moon was full and beamed with light as it looked upon him, the moon was the detective's only companion but as he sit down a noise caught his attention.

It looked like several people were chasing another person and a few swear words could be heard, this Was something that the detective didn't want to see it, his hero side come out, someone had to teach those jesters a lesson, it was incredible how society was deteriorating.

The detective had no problems When it came to fight, it is What comes with being a detective, having to know those things not only using your brain and of course be in the right shape he didn't had a problem catch up with them.

The detective had to take them by surprise so he hide behind a bush, finding a rock it throw it as far as he could, the rock made a sound that drove their attention away, following the sound they found and angry stray cat that gave them a scare, not far away two guardians having dogs come and chase those men, probably they had heard the laughter and come to see What was going on, a hotel was nearby.

As the scene was safe detective Void decided it Was time to come out, that sure Was boring but he didn't knew What happened to the fourth person, was injured, did it needed help.

As he was walking by mistake, his leg got tangled by something and in the sand his hand found a long thin rope only that it moved in his palm. As soon as it moved, it withdrew immediately leaving a thin trace in the velvet sand and clearly that wasn't a fish.

The detective follow the trace, it was obviously something was going on, he knew only one person with that tail, it was three years ago since he last saw her... And those men could come anytime soon, he had to warn her and make sure Hope was alright, not that he cared that much, sure he did not or that he tries to say to himself.

He finally found her hidden behind some rocks, the light Was weak, nearly impossible to see someone there if it wasn't for the thin rose tail that the Waves brought it ashore, he slowly gave his hand so the female anomaly would have a better chance to come out of her hidding spot.

Hope remember the young male in front of her, another strange place for a reunion but then again, they first have meet on the Site at the worst time possible, maybe next time they could have a nice cup of tea, the water in the sea was just like ice.

Just a reminder for them, they Were in an open area where they could easily fall prey, Hope made a sign, they have to move in the opposite direction, as they walked the big full moon follows them and more stars were revealing themselves.

The beach was long and wide, the sea become restless, they already were going by an half of hour, no noise, no strange figure, occasionally they heard a train passing by, the detective was silent.

Even in the darkness she could still see the sadness in his eyes,even if the detective tried so hard to hide it, something was wrong with him too, maybe he saw something that broke him too, Hope realize thst she wasn't the only one who was running from something. She knows that face too well, even in her nightmares. She got closer to the detective,as the breeze started to bother her, she still was wet from that early night bath in the sea, wished she had a towel.

Anyway deep down Hope was really happy to see the detective, since last time in a way she had missed him but then she remember her true mission and the foundation purpose, people like detective Void should be protected from any anomalies no matter the cost.

On the other hand, the silence Was killing the detective, who Were those men that were following Hope? Why Hope needed to hide from them? Have they found out? They were in danger?

The flashbacks from the recent events come before her eyes, Hope didn't even knew the detective asked her something so she tried to change the subject.

"It's crazy to think how the stars appears so small on the sky but if you would get closer to them, it can kill you."

"What are you trying to say with this?"

That wasn't exactly the conversation the detective really wanted at that moment but it had to start from somewhere plus it looked like Hope felt a little better, he saw how tense she was.

"Do you always have to let your little tail get into trouble?"

At that Hope let a small laugh, if only the detective knew, but he knows only 0.0002% of it, truth Was she always had her little tail into trouble more or less...it Was funnier this Way more or less, unlike the rest of the SCP colleague she has fun.

"I kinda wish the stars would have been this small so i could pick up some of them in my hand and make a lovely how you call those paper flowers that puts them around your neck in the old Hawai beach movies?

"For good people there will always be a compliment found."

"It's just you should be more careful... Take care of you, mister detective Void... Um, your soulmate needs you whole body and soul."

"You are sometimes weird, Hope... Why would i even need a relationship?"

"And the detectives past time activities is star gazing?"

"No. Is it yours?"

Ouch, there he caught her, she tried so hard maybe too hard to not make herself a fool well it did not work.

"Probably, i don't know, i like the night sky and looking at the many stars, at least they are not alone."

"Are you? Is that all, Hope, you are a little defensive there... When you are a detective you get to speak to lots of different people/ suspects."

"I only want someone to have a heart to heart conversation that is all. Nothing too much, or too many..."

"How was your day?"

"Great! Containment breach, violence, blood, more people in the cemetery the usually stuff. Yours?"

"Maybe i shouldn't have asked, i'm sorry... Well, i failed finding a perfect gift for someone whos birthday is about in 2 months, i can't find the right one and i am a detective i should know were to look for it."

"That is so sweet, i am sure this person knows you live them even without the perfect gift."

Hope looked at the detective and it was getting hard to keep herself up, the sad feelings were still there and it Wasn't like it could go away that easily, knocking at her doors, she tried her best to not give up anything besides good vibes, it wasn't about her anymore, it is never about her, she can go through it just fine, right? Wrong. Just thinking about those hours back the containment breach, oh gosh, it could have been anyone even the person in front of her, dead, just as cold as an ice-cream...

"Please don't go, i don't want to have you too on my consciousness. I can't protect you!"

She found herself speaking, it was true after all and if it wasn't for the professional expression mask the young detective had, that statement would have taken him by surprise. He had to admit to himself that nothing was shocking him anymore at that point, well he was wrong, they barely knew each other after all, that must have been confusing as redacted.

"I thought more than half of the foundation would dislike me, wasn't expecting this from you!"

"I don't know what your problem is but we are not evil and you are not a hero either, it's just you should live your life as a simple life nothing too complicated."

This somehow hurt him, it's not like he wanted any of this in the first place, he wouldn't admit it to anyone but this secret started to get the better of him, it wasn't like detective Void forgot his promise to forget about all of this, he really tried but fate is a cruel mistress and a twisted one.

The silence was too long and Hope decided to speak again, she didn't wanted to make him feel bad and unwanted.

"It's nice to have you in my life mister detective, i find you a funny guy with a sense of humor."

"Sense of humor? I don't think that is true about me, of course i have many qualities but that isn't on the list."

Hope started to shake, it was indeed a beautiful view but it was getting cold and colder the breeze, it was also late.

"Have you ever thought that the SCP foundation is the problem here? This secret is just a brainwash, it should have been better if people knows about it, it's the only way to confront whatever will come in the future!"

"And then what will happen? They will become so afraid that even seeing their own shadow will scare them! Some things are better left alone in the dark, if you don't know it then it won't hurt you!"

"That is not how things works, Hope!"

"Have you forgot in what twisted universe we live in?

"And does getting yourself killed solves any problems?"

"So does that means you do care a little about me? I'm flattered mister detective, please don't make me blush more than i already am."

"Eh...Why do i even bother? It's clearly i'm fighting on a war that is already lost..."

"Mister detective Void let me say something nice too, you are like a sad fairytail with a happy ending."

"That doesn't makes much sense but i will take it and please drop the mister, i'm not that old!"

"Well you sure are the detective of my life!"

Hope gave a little smile, all those books and TV series about detectives and resolving crimes, made her want an adventure like that, maybe if she asked him, Hope might have a chance.

"Again what is with this obsession about detectives?"

"Not just any detective, if i might add."

Again silence, it was fun, they just sit there on the sand and talk about ordinary things, nothing much, but neither of them mind it.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes, sort of... Mind if i let my head rest on your shoulder? So warm, i like it, ten out of ten, you would make a great pillow, detective."

"Yeah, my next great career as a pillow, a detective pillow."

Just like that Hope gave a short laugh, she already could imagine the detective pillow, at day solve cases, at night giving everybody who needs it, a great night sleep, not bad at all.She buried her face a little deeper in the detective neck, a faint blush covering her cheek.

"Come on, i saw a motel near by, i am sure they have a room where you can stay..."

She didn't wanted to go back at the Site plus too tired and she barely drag her feet, the room Was cozy points to the detective fpr knowing such a nice place, once they were in the room the bed somehow winked at her, and Hope knew how tired she Was.

"Not bad, right Hope... Oh and here i have this two coupons With 50% Off at any dumplings order, their dumplings are one and only kind, you can have them... I am too busy sometimes i forget to even eat, it would be a shame to let this coupons waste..."

The detective turned his head only to see Hope already curled up into a ball, looked like she already Was fast asleep and did not heard him, but he couldn't blame her, after that he let her a message and slowly closed the door behind him.

The detective had a lot of things on his own agenda to do, just thinking about it made him almost skip sleep that night, but that could have wait at least one more day, he could feel that he was getting closer to the truth.

The end

[drenix004]

Blue | Dee [02]

❝𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ⁝ He never thought he would like the color blue so much, nor that it was enigmatic, like the girl who wore it in her hair, to the point of having his attention. He was an enigma calling him to solve it, and he never left anything unsolved.❞

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, sex among others, if you do not feel like it!

rating: 18+

pairings: Dee x female Oc

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

-I have the slightest hope that your tiny brain has learned everything. -Lena looked at her indignantly.

They were both standing in front of the school, attracting the attention of some who had arrived early, one for her gothic-vintage attire and the other for wearing clothes that didn't fit the place or the moment.

-I'll surprise you what I can do when there's weed involved," she crossed her arms, her chest heaving.

-I told you to come more demurely," she sighed as she received more attention, especially from the hormonal teenagers who wouldn't take their eyes off the older girl. All she wanted was to go unnoticed, was that too much to ask?

-It's the best I could find in my closet.

The younger girl touched the bridge of her nose, gathering all the patience she had. And come on, this morning she had woken up in a bad mood and to top it off she hadn't eaten a bite. Who wouldn't be mad at her for not eating?

Bringing a low-cut mini-dress and heels is not the most appropriate attire for a school, you idiot.

-What a sourpuss you are, you're going to die alone," she ignored what he said, the younger girl stuck out her middle finger. Let's go, the faster we get in, the faster we can get out and I'll go smoke my joints.

Lena went ahead, being followed by the younger one, who had some distance. A grimace appeared from time to time whenever the older one smiled and winked flirtatiously at the teenagers who were watching her.

The whispers were not long in coming, and soon word began to spread that a sexy woman in somewhat revealing clothing-a bit of an exaggeration, but it was the hormonal ones who exaggerated things-was walking the halls.

-How awful, how could anyone come in those clothes, she looks like a tramp," whispered one fifty-something lady to another, oh yes, there were also certain horny teachers, they were the ones who exaggerated things the most.

Lena heard such a whisper so she stopped walking and turned to the two women, a strange smile appeared on her face as she approached.

-Careful with what you're going to say," warned the blue-haired woman, she didn't want any mistakes, more than the ones she already had so far.

-I only intend to speak civilly-she passed by her side, standing in front of the two teachers-Good day ladies, unfortunately your vain attempt at whispering reached my ears and I only have two things to say. First, if your time is past, that's not my problem," the women opened their mouths indignantly, "and second, whether or not I'm a tramp is none of your business, you envious bitches.

Lena went back on her way with a smile on her face, the blue-haired woman followed her again in silence, a silence that lasted for a few minutes until they finally reached the secretary, who told them that they would be with the rector in a few minutes.

-I come back and repeat: I hope you've learned everything-Lena rolled her eyes, fed up with the subject.

-You worry too much," she grabbed the younger girl's nose, who slapped her away, "a good sex would take away your stress.

-Tsk, don't touch me," she snorted. Lena giggled as she managed to irritate the blue-haired girl, took out the file she kept between her breasts and began to shape her nails. It was better to concentrate on that than to engage in further conversation with the contrary for the simple fact that it made her a nuisance to have to listen to her comments full of irony, sarcasm and above all cruelty.

He was a little devil, a little blue devil.

-You can go on now, it's that door," announced the gray-haired man, who had served them before, pointing to the second door to the left of where they were. They both thanked, getting up from where they had been waiting, when the youngest was about to knock on the door, Lena had gone ahead opening the door, entering while earning a bad look.

Good morning…-the rector, who should not be more than forty-eight years old, stared at them when he took his eyes off the computer- Ladies-cleared his throat-I am Gregori Volkov.

For the youngest did not go unnoticed the look the man gave to Lena, she narrowed her eyes looking at the slightly nervous behavior of the man, besides the rare tension that was placed.

Between them something was going on and for some reason she didn't like it, she felt that trouble was coming, trouble that would most likely give her migraines.

And she hated migraines, she hated them with all her being.

-I'm already regretting this," she muttered under her breath. Lena had pulled her out with the excuse that she had to talk adult things with Gregori.

Something was definitely going on between those two and that could mean trouble.

She sat in the chairs outside as she watched the others walk by, each time they looked at her she gave her a death glare back causing them to quickly move away.

She was in no mood to socialize.

She stared somewhere on the floor deep in her thoughts of how to survive the prison called high school.

What if she studied virtually? She wouldn't have to socialize or make excuses for missing or arriving with injuries to classes. That sounded like a great idea, a wonderful idea.

But… She had made a promise, and she kept them, well, tried to keep them in most cases.

Why commit to something you know you're not going to keep? Then they would look bad and ironically promise not to fail again when they clearly did.

Was it some kind of psychological masochism? Feeling bad about not following through, but still doing it. It seemed like an irresistible plan calling you to continue that endless cycle of promise-deception.

Or was she being extreme? Maybe she was, but she was sure the painful emotions she felt when they did the same to her were real, very real to the point of leaving her with a crisis. heck, that's where her distaste for promises came from.

Ah, the human and his double standard behavior with its selfish touch, maybe everyone deep down was a psychopath, that would explain why the world is the way it is.

It was an easy choice for something so complicated.

-So if you came! -she snapped out of her thoughts when she recognized that voice. -I left my house earlier to see if I could find you! Even my parents and brother were surprised-ah, it was the red-headed blabbermouth from the other day, what had he said his name was?

The redhead sat next to her, prattling on about how her routine had been that morning-difficult, to be sure, to get there earlier.

She wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, she was more focused on remembering his name. Her eyebrows were furrowed because she couldn't remember his name? She had a good memory and the word metal echoed in her head. She remembered that his name started with h.

His mind soon clicked, there was a genre of Metal that started with h, and it was heavy.

-Heavy-the name coming from his lips stopped whatever the redhead was saying.

You remembered! -she smiled to such an extent that her cheeks hurt- Dee was teasing that you wouldn't remember my name- well, it wasn't too far from the truth.

-Yes.

-You don't have anyone to show you around, do you? -Heavy answered for her, "I can help you, I wouldn't mind skipping physics class, that old lady hates me.

He chattered again without letting her talk, so she resigned herself, listening to the incoherent things he said, he was someone weird, but it was also nice to listen to him from time to time, especially for those crazy stories they said.

"Promise me you'll try to have a normal life" the memory of that conversation came to his mind.

He looked at Heavy again, maybe it's not all that bad, just maybe.

"I promise."

The door next to him finally opened, Lena stepped out smiling before approaching.

-Oh, so you've already made a friend. -he touched her head to tease her- I thought with that sour old face you won't even get the time of day.

She slapped his hand to stop him from touching her.

-Anyway, it's all settled now. We'll talk at home -she emphasized the last word- have fun in this jail. She winked at the red-haired man, who looked at her strangely, before returning to where they had entered.

-What a strange woman? -The redhead broke the silence, "Is she your mother?

-No.

She answered firmly, life had spared her from being the daughter of that crazy woman, although her mother was not exactly the best figure.

-Here again, boy? -The Rector came out of the office seconds later. -What did you do this time?

What did you do this time? -protested the freckled one, "I haven't done anything? Not yet.

The man sighed before looking at the blue-haired girl.

-Take her to room 3-c for her chemistry class. - He pointed at Heavy-and I don't want to hear about you skipping physics class again.

He walked back into the office.

-Damn it! -he grumbled before looking at her-at least you're in Dee's classroom. Come on, it's not too far.

Heavy grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with him, explaining to her where certain classrooms, the bathrooms, the courtyard and the cafeteria were. She didn't complain, just let him guide her.

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¡if you have questions about this story or anything else don't hesitate to ask! i like to answer your questions!

[jendoe]

blaming @denerims and @shadowglens for igniting the part of my brain that lives and breathes st lmfaoooo... no prompt, just vibes and chris and rhea being stupidly married!

wc: 1512

"Chris, I have a problem."

Well, that wasn't a concerning statement coming from his accident prone wife. Chris glanced at his communicator, still chopping carrots for their dinner. "What do you mean you have a problem? Is it the killer plants again?" Entirely a joke, though he wouldn't be letting her forget that did actually happen. "Pollen?"

Rhea was silent. That answered that question, but she provided more detail when she continued. "…Okay, two problems. If it helps, it was the one I collected on our last away mission that just increases dopamine production." She clicked her tongue. "I'll probably be giggling like an idiot for the rest of the night, but on the bright side, I'll be able to take some more notes on it. I mean, it was a little hard observing the side effects since Connolly was the one who collected the samples and he is notoriously difficult to work with even when he's not experiencing a boost in–"

"Rhea. Focus."

She inhaled sharply. He figured she'd gotten so caught up in her spiel that she'd forgotten to stop and breathe, which was per the norm for her. "Right! Right. My other problem. Uh… don't laugh, please?"

Despite her insistence, he stifled an amused noise. "I won't laugh, sweetheart."

"I'm… stuck."

Chris paused his vegetable preparation, knife already halfway through the carrot. "You're stuck? Stuck how?"

There was a hiss on the other end– and a very loud gust of wind. The sound of the door to the greenhouse slamming closed followed. When he glanced out the window, he could see her standing behind it, one hand on her hip and her communicator in the other. "Cold. Snow. I don't like it. Why'd you move me to the mountains?"

Ah. That explained a lot. Time for a little rescue mission. "First of all, you agreed to move here with me," Chris said, as he set his cutting board aside and hung up his apron. "Secondly, why did you go out to the greenhouse if you knew you wouldn't want to walk back to the house?"

"I don't know!" Rhea cried out with a whine. "I missed my plants and you know I get restless if I stay in one place for too long."

Chris took another quick glance out the window at the snow coming down harder and harder. "Well, you sure did pick a prime time to do this. I think we're in for a blizzard tonight."

"Fantastic." Even from this distance, he could see her pouting. "You're coming to get me, right?"

"Of course, sweetheart," he said, shaking his head. He reached for his coat to bundle up. "Just give me a second, alright? I'm going to end the comm now."

All he got in response was a mumbled okay before she herself hung up. He breathed out a sigh (albeit a fond one, as the things she did would never fail to endear him) and tugged on his boots. His gloves were next, and then for an extra layer of warmth, a scarf that he intended on sharing. Knowing her, she hadn't dressed too appropriately for the weather since she often joked she felt like a plant herself and that the greenhouse kept her plenty warm when she was tending to her samples.

The trek there wasn't far since it was right across from the back door. Really, she could've easily walked to the house on her own, but what kind of husband would he be if he didn't aid his wife in her hour of need? She proved his point by launching herself into his arms the second he stepped inside, kissing his cheek.

"My hero," she joked.

"Careful, you'll give me a big head." He gave her a tight squeeze before carefully setting her down. "So, what did we learn?"

"To stand back when I'm watering that particular plant so I don't get sprayed with pollen," Rhea said, flicking some yellow dust away from the shoulders of her sweater. "And to stay inside the house when it's snowing this hard."

Chris hummed in agreement, as he pulled his scarf off to let her have it instead. She accepted it with glee, winding it around her neck and snuggling her face into it. He wasn't entirely sure if the impossibly wide smile tugging at her lips was because she was happy to be quote-unquote rescued or if the effects of the pollen were starting to kick in. Maybe both.

She suddenly gasped. He raised his brows in curiosity.

"Wait, wait, wait, before we go!" He remembered how Connolly had greeted him when he came back from the away mission they'd found the plant on– same cadence. Not too unusual for her considering her happy-go-lucky nature, but there was just the slightest hint of over the top enthusiasm that suggested that yes, she was definitely feeling the effects. It showed in how she practically bounced away to pick up one of the clay pots lying around. "You remember how you said you missed the poppies your mom grew in the front yard?"

"Yeah," Chris said. "Did you–"

"Plant some? Yes." She held the pot up with a grin. "Happy anniversary."

He couldn't help but laugh. "Our anniversary isn't for another month," he said, taking the pot from her to examine the yellow flowers inside it. Sure enough, they're the same ones his mother loved so much. "And you're already trying to one up me. Shame on you."

"Hey, I was growing them before I decided they'd make a good gift," Rhea said, standing up on the tips of her toes to look at the flowers herself. She was still beaming, clearly proud of herself. "It was hard keeping them a secret, but well, you rarely come out here since–"

He sneezed, interrupting her. She burst into laughter. "You're allergic to half the things I'm growing," she finished, body still shaking as her giggles died down. "Come on. Let's get you inside before you get too sick."

Making a face, Chris merely sniffed when his nose kept itching. "I think that's my line. I came out here to rescue you."

"You did," she said, taking the pot from him to set it back where it was. "Why don't you be a gentleman and carry me so I don't have to walk through the snow?"

He glanced down at her feet. Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised that all she'd worn to walk out here was a pair of fluffy, blue slippers and with another fond sigh, he lifted her up off the ground. "Lesson number three. Try to avoid hypothermia and wear your boots for once."

"Okay, okay, I promise I'll put them on next time," Rhea said, wrapping her arms around his neck to presumably feel more secure, which was… fair. He had dropped her before, though not on purpose. "I was just going stir crazy being cooped up in the house."

Chris pressed a kiss to her cheek before adjusting his hold on her so he could get the door. He winced at the sudden blast of cold air, the stinging sensation of snow hitting his face more than uncomfortable, but he managed to compose himself enough to cross their backyard. "Well, our leave is almost over and you'll be back on the ship with plenty to do."

She stayed silent until they were in the warmth and safety of the house, clearly not enjoying the weather anymore than he was. Once he set her down, Rhea reached up to brush the snow from his coat, even though it was already starting to melt and seep into the fabric. He was quick to get it off before it reached his inner layers.

"I'm looking forward to it," she finally said. "I've got a ton of ideas for experiments if my captain will allow them."

He exhaled in amusement. "As long as you're not breaking any rules and you run them by me or Una first." He cupped her face in his hands, leaning in to press a kiss to her nose. "I can never be too careful with you."

Rhea tilted her chin up. He didn't need to ask why and so, he moved down to her lips next. "And," he continued, "I'd prefer it if you didn't inhale anything else."

"It was an accident." Her eyes lit up– or at least, more than they already were. "A happy one! This sample is still new. I don't know much about it yet and like I said, Connolly didn't exactly give me a chance to observe him, but–"

He cut her off with another kiss. She giggled in a daze when he broke contact. "You've made your point. Not like I can exactly go back and stop you now, anyway." He gently patted her cheeks before stepping away to get back to the kitchen. Dinner still needed to be made. "Full report, lieutenant. I want to know everything you learn about it."

Chris didn't need to look back to see that she was grinning again. "Aye-aye, captain."

[jotchia]

why did joshie and bernie say no to bernie baby dressing as a hunter so fast. is there a past trauma there i smell

*SMILES EVILY* I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED! this is a long one stick with me here.

essentially the bjs Story centers jotchie and his fucked up brain problems right. i mean i don't think that terribly shines through my art of them it's definitely more of a writing thing (smile) BUT. jotchie's issues stem from when he got attacked in the woods, which caused his turning into a werewolf. now he's all kinds of scared that since HE got attacked, he could hurt others too. which is dumb. but he's fucked up.

ect ect jotchie plays mercenary for a few years after running away from home, he never really makes any friends which makes him desperate and lonely as hell, then enter samir. samir is trying his damndest to study transformation magic but he's only got bernie as a test subject and he knows every inch of that motherfucker's body by now (high school sweethearts<3) and now some new shifter is in the woods?! THEIR woods?! oh boysy!!! so samir captures jotch and VERY politely asks if he can study him in a lab. jotch at this point is so desperate for connection he sees this cute dude asking to spend some time with him and he's like sure man fuck it like whatever at least if this dude uses me as a lab rat i'll get to stare at him while it happens. literally whatever man.

ROMAMCE ENSUES samir is so nice to jotchie it kinda fucking freaks him out cos he was kinda prepared to get killed or something but this dude is actually so sweet and likes hanging out outside of study time? so now jotch is all kindsa self conscious about shifting around him and it's so much worse cos samir is actually really respectful of his boundaries? like oh god how did he stumble into such a good fucking person that likes him and is nice oh god he REALLY can't fuck this up now.

NOW BACK TO BERNIE. LOL. bernie, too, is a shifter, though he shifts into a polar bear rather than a wolf. bernie was also BORN a shifter rather than turned, so he's all experienced with this shit where jotch knows little to nothing outside of his own lived experience. dude's never even met another shifter before. bernie sees this and kinda takes pity on the poor guy, shows him the ropes, drops the absolute fucking bomb that is the fact that your clothes just phase with you when you shift, so jotchie's whole "if i wear this collar it'll strangle me when i shift without wanting to" strat kinda goes out the fucking window. which is bad cos he cares about samir. there goes his fucking fail safe.

ah, but, there's bernard. bernard is much bigger and stronger than him, shifted and unshifted both. if bernie's around and jotch shifts without wanting to, if he tries to hurt samir, bernie can just kill him. easily. he's so strong! bernie is so cool! he's seen him kill deer like nobody's business! bernie, now, is his fail safe. as long as bernie's around, he can relax.

but oh ho ho, idiot that jotchie is, does not realize that bernie likes him too! even when the three of them all start dating, jotchie can't fucking compute in his brain that he CARES about him and, yknow, that kinda makes it hard to kill somebody? he also of course never ran that idea by bernard, just kinda assumed oh for suresies he'd be down to kill me the moment i did something bad. no problem. don't even worry about it.

now i don't have the Exact scene mapped out in my head on how i want this to go, but essentially it all comes to a head when jotchie mentions this exact thing, that ah, it's okay, if i do anything you can just kill me. bernie is absolutely fucking devastated because what the hell? what the fuck does this guy think of him? that he could kill him, just like that? that he could kill him at all? has josh only been keeping him around because he wants him to murder him? is that all he is?

jotchie's self hatred bleeds into his relationships with others A FUCKING LOT. it sucks. he does not even realize that's what's happening.

but of course love must prevail, jotchie DOES care for bernie very deeply NOT just cos he wants to be killed so he continues the absolute egregious process of trying to hate himself a little less every day. bernie does forgive him but shit still stings. (SAMIR IS ALSO CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE OF THIS, ANGEL PETNAME, SHIT SUCKS FOR EVERYBODY) so the idea of bernie dressing up as the character who's entire purpose is to kill jotchie's? woof! very bad!

thank you so much for asking i love you forever 🫂

[elgringo300]

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Nature is healing, sunrise, cool dice (how was the boat trip?)

My toxic trait is I think my boy scout training would be sufficient in a societal collapse, which, to the other side of my brain, tells me I would die immediately in an apocalyptic situation. But yes, lets go hiking! (and thank you for calling me kind soul!)

I used to be a really good morning person! Back in like middle and early high school. Now I'm a night owl, I don't know what happened. I moved to a new high school and my body's circadian rhythm just flipped. man I am trying so hard to do everything right. and yet the horrors. Indeed. Water is great - I am a frequent bathroom enjoyer in college

Nerds rule the world! I have some pretty cool red socks so thank you. Boat trip was fun and awesome and I have a really cool tanline where my watch is. If you've seen the recent post I made about dealing with people (everyone is trying to be a good person etc) I wrote that based on my experience with the other people in the boat.

There were a couple people in the same watch as me who would consistently shit-talk the skipper of our boat. Some of their complaints were valid, but I think they read way too deep into those and were looking for things to complain about. I listened to them and tried to see where they were coming from, and tbh I could! But if they had tried to see things from a more forgiving and adapting attitude, they would've had a far greater time, and the skipper really didn't deserve all that. I think he was trying his best, for a fairly old dude.

The one fair complaint I truly agreed with the others about was when the skipper decided to dump our waste inside an area you're legally Not Supposed to Do That, which... as a guy at a military college I understand both sides of This Rule Is Stupid So I've Elected to Ignore It as well as Follow The Rules Because You Haven't Thought Of Everything You Idiot so. I'm on side Follow The Rules but I get it.

The sailing was fun too! Its louder inside the sailboat than outside of it because the ropes bang against the hull and you can really hear that. It sounds so incredibly loud inside if its windy outside because every rope flying around sounds like a gunshot or like something metal snapped, and then you go up and "well its windy but the ropes sound normal". We got a little unlucky because there was just very little wind most of the way up and back down, to the point where we used our motor more than half of the way to stay on schedule. Most of the time the biggest problem was how sweaty I got when trying to fall asleep (which was very - boat can get pretty stuffy inside).

At one time though the wind was so strong we were at a 20-30 degree angle constantly - and that was with a reef taken in the main (that means we lowered the mainsail a little bit so that it was smaller and would catch less wind - you can take 2 reefs in the main at most). It took actual skill and positioning to get dressed for my watch because you could not rely on the floor to not throw you against the wall as you were taking off your shirt. And when we tacked (meaning we turned so the wind was coming at us from the other side) it was so violent! We had to secure everything to make sure it wouldn't fly off the counters when we turned. Its hard to explain but whenever you tack and especially when you gibe, when the wind passes the midpoint and catches the sail it can really just seize the boat and what was a nice measured turn suddenly turns into a loud, hard spin. At least thats what it feels like. Whenever you tack or gybe thats a minimum of 90 degrees change of course.

I think thats long enough of a post for now, but thanks for asking! If you want more sailing trivia just let me know - I learned so much in such a short span of time I can probably pull bits and pieces out of my brain for days.

Thanks for the ask!

[liskantope]

I'm going to get myself an onslaught of pushback that I in no way have time to deal with this week for making the points I'm about to make, but here goes. (I also may learn some new information from some of you, which would be good.)

Argumate's point, as a conditional statement, is 100% correct. I would also say the various Republican proposals of the past three years are, in my opinion, varying levels of reprehensible and idiotic in how poorly they're defined/enforceable. But, unless there are specific ideas on the table that for some reason I haven't heard of despite being on Tumblr and progressive social media bubbles all this time, the implication that Republicans are attacking the right to present as one pleases and choose one's name, even the right of adults to choose to medically transition, is suspect. And distorting that side's political behavior seems counterproductive.

Everything, first of all, seems to revolve around "protecting" the children rather than restricting the rights of adults.

There's clearly been a push to ban drag shows -- that is, a certain kind of performance art based around people cross-dressing (often in a sexualized way) in places where children could be exposed to it: schools, it seems sometimes public areas as well. This seems to have arisen in direct response to a quite novel trend of schools going out of their ways to show children this art when schools re-opened after COVID, not as a direct backtracking of civil rights that they were okay with ten years ago (even if in effect it is a sort of walking back of rights). For the record, I think banning drag shows in public sucks, and if I had my own kid, I would want them to be exposed to a "drag queen story hour" or two in school. But what has been happening there is a far cry from disallowing people from going about their own business cross-dressing or otherwise presenting as a given gender.

Where changing names is concerned, I can only imagine posts above this are alluding to Ted Cruz's proposal to make it impossible to fire someone for deadnaming or using a pronoun different from the referent's biological sex. (The naming thing would depend on the person's legal name; of course if they transitioned and changed their name legally -- which I realize may present its own slowness and difficulties -- there would presumably be no problem.) This seems like one of the weirder, harder-to-enforce hypothetical laws (how would one even prove that someone's pronoun doesn't correspond to their genitalia??), but it's one of those People Resent Being Forced To Utter Things They Feel Are Lies issues in the form of protecting someone from being fired for not making those utterances. I don't support it and hope it never becomes law, but characterizing it as "losing one's right to choose one's name" seems disingenuous.

Banning transition surgery and other medicine is clearly a huge thing right now but completely restricted to minors -- I think the closest I've heard to proposals for banning it for adults is (1) stretching the concept of "minor" here to age 25 due to questionable "mature brain" ideas, and (2) some bill in Missouri requiring six months of therapy before getting the go-ahead for medical treatment. It seems not unreasonable to imagine that if Republicans manage to get enough bans through for minors (by far the lower-hanging fruit, by far more popular among Americans) and are feeling sufficiently confident while running rampant, some will try to ban stuff for adults too, and there's the whole issue of which forms of gender medicine get provided by insurance and so on. I totally get a trans adult not being willing to live in a red state. At present the issue seems to be for minors, though, and again, while a rollback (one that was already happening in most of Europe I believe), it's mainly in response to something -- namely, an abrupt spike by more than an order of magnitude in minors seeking gender medicine.

I don't call for moderate stances on these issues but for some care and moderation on how we characterize them, especially at a moment when trans people are upending their lives to flee the country. I don't see how we're going to get out of this culture war mess with trans issues without engaging with what each side is actually doing (obviously I've believed the same about every type of current issue but this one has gotten especially out of control).

The state of gay rights in the early aughts was not good; criminal penalties for homosexuality were rarely enforced but were on the books in many places, there was no right to marriage, and the morality of homosexuality was hotly contested in public. Big culture war issue. In that environment, where substantive protections were lacking, Democrats could be tepid on gay rights without actively giving anything up—if, like Obama in 2008, you didn’t support gay marriage, you could still be seen (correctly) as advocating for an overall better situation for gay people, or at least one that was no worse, in contrast to your right wing opponents.

Trans rights are not in the same position. Before the big trans rights backlash started, access to gender affirming care was pretty widespread, was everywhere legal, and was a matter for private concern only. Trans people could play in school sports subject to whatever their league’s rules were, and the idea of trying to make it illegal to cross dress in public was absurd. The conservative position since has become one of an explicit rollback of rights: revoke access to gender affirming care, create new criminal sanctions to punish trans people, make it illegal for them to participate in school sports, etc.

In that environment, tacking to the right on trans issues means deciding which elements of trans rights you are willing to concede to this project of actually rolling back trans rights. The only thing comparable from the gay rights fight is maybe state constitutional amendments to ban gay marriage, or DOMA—all of which were, IIRC, passed despite gay marriage not being legal in affected jurisdictions. Their enactment, while deplorable, had no material negative affect; gay people already couldn’t get married.

And that this project of rolling back trans rights is not a particular fetish of the religious right is more worrying. Plenty of liberals and liberal institutions are pretty transphobic. Britain has been working to export its flavor of (Moderate, Sensible, Secular) transphobia to other countries in Europe and the Anglosphere. Transphobes winning these fights isn’t a status quo situation—it’s a sharp increase in repression of trans people.

In light of that, I regard calls to “moderate” on trans issues with at best scorn. I think the party of civil rights condoning the rollback of citizens’ civil rights is really bad for its brand, won’t win it more votes, and may sufficiently alienate members of the base—who are invested in the party specifically because of its historic support for civil rights—that they simply don’t bother to show up in elections.

[fardell24b]

The Youngest Barksdale - Part 5

First class was Language Arts

 “And so, in The Sound and the Fury, Faulkner give us a veritable kaleidoscope of P.O.V.s -- points of view. Of course, the title itself is from Shakespeare. Can anyone tell me which of the Bard's tragedies?” Mr. O’Neill asked. “Jodie?”

 “MacBeth.”

 “That's right. The ‘Scottish play’! ‘Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then... is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.’” He saw Val raise her hand.

 Andrea sighed.

 “Yes, Val?” the teacher asked.

 “I'd be happy to take a few questions.”

 “Oh. Okay, sure,” O’Neill said.

 “Val, how'd you get started?” Brittany asked.

 “Well, I was a bit like Andrea. I wrote all the time. I was smart, I was cool...”

 Kevin interrupted. “But Andrea’s not cool.”

 “Anyone who writes like that is cool in my book. And my book is called Val, on sale at your local newsstand. Next?”

 Jodie raised her hand.

 “Yes.”

 “Don't you think Val could try harder to present a multicultural, multi-ethnic, less brain-dead point of view to enlighten girls instead of just marketing to them?” Jodie asked.

 ‘A very pertinent answer,’ Daria considered.

 “Jodie, you've got great sassy energy! Now let me turn it back on you. Pea green nail polish: edgy or icky? What do you guys think?”

 “You didn’t answer the question,” Jodie said after a few moments of silence.

 “I’ll consider it,” Val said in a tone that implied that she wouldn’t.

 Andrea looked like she wanted to disappear. “Any other questions?” she asked.

 “Nobody?” Val asked. “Now, who has a dating problem they would like to discuss?”

 O’Neill raised his hand and most of the class groaned.

  Andrea was even more annoyed as they left Language Arts. She was wondering why Ms. Li was allowing this farce to take place.

 “I was so good in there!” Val said. “I should be doing this on TV. I could have my own show.”

 “Undoubtedly you’d call it Val,” Andrea groused.

 “Cool, Drey!” Val responded. “I’m so down with that. I better phone my agent. This being a typical high schooler for a day is so fun!”

 Andrea stepped closer to Daria and Scarlett. “I don’t think real high schoolers have agents.”

 “No, they don’t,” Brittany mused.

“Hi! Val,” said a voice Daria didn’t expect.

 “Quinn?” she asked.

 “Daria,” Quinn said quietly before turning to Val. “These are my fellow Fashion Club members.”

 “Hi,” one of the Fashion Club members drawled.

 “How goes it?” another said haughtily.

 “Hi,” the last one with her hair in twintails said nervously.

 “Finally, some popular people,” Val said. “Just kidding, Drey!”

 “Val, we've dressed to show the best of Lawndale chic,” Quinn “Note the simplicity, the bounciness, the overall cuteness.”

 “Oh brother,” Daria said to Scarlett with an eyeroll.

 “You guys aren't wearing yellow and blue,” Val stated.

 The haughty one stepped forward. “Um, Val? Sandi Griffin, Fashion Club president. If I may?”

 “Yes?”

 “Mixing primaries during daylight hours? Not done.”

 “It isn't? Um, excuse me. I'll be right back,” Val said before dashing off.

 Andrea breathed a sigh of relief.

  “So, we’ve managed to shake her?” Scarlett asked as they left the next class.

 “No one can survive an assault by Sandi Griffin and her fashion drones,” Andrea commented.

 However, Val then turned a corner and said, “Hi, Drey!”

 “I spoke too soon,” Andrea groused.

  “Do you think it's flighty to keep changing my outfit? Or is it one of the inalienable rights that come with being a teenage girl in the U.S. of A.?” Val asked once they had got their lunch.

 “Seems a little crazy,” Andrea murmured.

 “So, Listen, Drey, I've been getting like, this vibe around here. Am I to understand that you're not popular at all?”

 “No,” Andrea said. “Just with Scarlett and a couple of others, maybe Daria.”

 “Got it,” Val said, although it sounded like she didn’t.

 “Sure,” Daria said, as she gave a smile in response.

  “Andrea Hecuba-Thorne, please report to the principal's office immediately. And if, um, you happen to have anyone with you -- a guest or something -- of course they're welcome to come, too,” Ms. Li said over the intercom.

 “Jiggy!” Val responded.

 “Of course!” Andrea moaned. She hoped that Ms. Li wouldn’t take out her frustration on her.

  “I can see why Ms. Li would want this,” Daria said as Andrea and Val left the cafeteria said.

 “Same,” Scarlett agreed.

 “More publicity for the school, or more pertinently, for herself.”

 Scarlett nodded.

 “But why this way?”

 “I have no idea,” Scarlett said. “But it’s better than last year. when modelling agents came on campus.”

 ‘That’s something I’ll have to look into,” Daria decided.

 “If it helps, your niece was involved,” Scarlett said.

 “Of course,” Daria groused. “But I’ll have to be careful in my approach.”