#I am not going to get over this in a hurry...

[st7rnioioss]

₊˚⊹♡ ❛❛SLIP OFF A NEW DRESS❜❜

˚𝜗𝜚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... smut, fluff, softdom!matt, unprotected sex (wrap it guys), kissing, swear words, pet names

(you make me wanna) go dancing (you make me wanna) try on feminine (you make me wanna) go buy a new dress (you make me wanna) slip off a new dress

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ “ta-daaa!” you twirled for matt, the soft glow of his lamp lighting the room you stepped into, making the colors of your new dress stand out. you had a widespread smile on your lips, your arms open and wide while spinning a few times for him, the dress fanning out. “isn’t it cute?”

while matt was at work today you’d thought why not buy a new dress? you took some time for yourself in the morning to get ready in the small bathroom of matt’s apartment, before spending most of the day treating yourself, even going to visit matt, just to say hi.. and kiss in the back room.

matt was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring up at you with wide, lovestruck eyes, his heart fluttering at both your cute, new dress, but your excitement most of all.

a record was playing in the back, some '60s blues fading into the back while you prettily strutted and turned for him, running your hands down your body to smooth out the fabric. matt was stunned, to say the least, and though he tried not to be a pervert about your beautiful dress, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander places they shouldn’t.

“it’s more than cute. you look very beautiful,” he complimented you, reaching out to take your hands in his when he stood up, making you twirl one more time for him. he basically had heart eyes for you, his lips stuck in an upwards curl.

you were laughing, your cheeks red from his sweet words and deliberate touch on your waist when he let go of your hands. “thank you very much.” you tiptoed to press a kiss to his forehead, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

“matter a fact, i think you look way better than beautiful,” he smiled at you, peppering kisses all over your face, making you chuckle until you playfully shoved him away when it tickled too much.

“matter a fact. maybe i am in a relationship with a big, sappy dork,” you jokingly mocked his words.

matt laughed along with you before he let go of you to take another look at you. “you’re staring, matt.” you smiled while poking his arm when he basically couldn’t stop himself from taking in the sight of the dress hugging your figure so perfectly until he forced his eyes back up to meet yours. “i’m just savoring the sight because that dress will be long gone in a minute.”

matt’s words were promised.. kind of. soon enough, your hips were digging into the edge of matt’s bed, resting on your elbows while he stood close behind you, pressing his erection into the plush skin of your ass that was still covered by the dress.

the room was silent, except for the heavy breathing from the two of you and the record that was close to ending. matt’s hands were resting on the side of your torso, running down your waist and hips to get a firm grip and a feel of the new, and almost luxurious material.

“you’re so pretty..” he whispered, leaning even closer over your body to let his words mingle in the shell of your ear, making shivers run down your spine. “so.. so lovely.”

his hand brushed your hair out of the way on your back to show off the beautiful details and lace while you mumbled a small “thank you”, his fingers carefully fiddling with the bows to undo it.

it was as if every second felt like an eternity, his slow and delicate fingers undoing the ties you had tightened just earlier. your breath hitched when he slipped the straps of the dress down your shoulders, his palm smoothing out over your upper back.

“maattt.. i need you to touch me,” you whined under him, growing impatient and needy with every lingering touch.

he chuckled smugly at your poor attempt to hurry him up, wiggling and shifting underneath him. but he gave in, mostly because he couldn’t hold himself back either, his hard dick pressing into your skin.

“okay, okay.. sorry,” he chuckled again, going to unzip the last part of the back, revealing the hem of your panties to him.

his breath hitched, watching as you went to pull the straps down your arms, but he stopped you, his hands softly grabbing yours.

“wait.. i- i want you to keep it on.. is that okay?” he whispered, turning into something close to shy when asking the question, his ears and cheeks red.

you hesitated to answer, staring blankly into the air, but you nodded while a pink tint brushed over your face. “yeah. that’s okay..” you murmured back, slipping the straps up your forearms but keeping them there, letting the fabric stay loose.

“thank you.. thank you,” matt nodded behind you, carefully flipping the dress up over your ass to rest on your back, hitching the hem of your skirt up to wrinkle around your waist—but not to worry, he’d wash it and iron the wrinkles out in a heartbeat if you complained about it without a second thought.

your pants were heavy, coming slow and steady when his fingers dipped under the elastic of your panties. your lips curled up into a tiny smile, excitement running through your veins when he tugged the thin fabric down your thighs and legs, feeling as they pooled around your ankles.

matt’s eyes were stuck to your gushing folds, blinking as if he’d return to bed, forgetting all about the dream right in front of him—but he never did. he never woke up in his bed, no matter how many times he blinked.

you soon enough caught onto his hesitance, wiggling your hips into the mattress and purposely showing off your ass for him, giggling quietly. matt groaned with a laugh, finally letting his hands reach for the lush skin of your ass, kneading your skin between his fingers and palms. “you- you’re adorable.. as pretty as a picture.”

your skin felt hot with every touch of his delicate and deliberate fingers, how they both snook down your inner thighs to brush over your slit, making a desperate and needy moan slip from your lips that were curled into a smile.

“fuck matt, please.. i need you so bad,” your voice was high-pitched and laced with desperation before you felt the absence of his warm hands on you.

you turned your head over your shoulder to look back up at him, and met with the sight of him unbuckling his belt, his eyes flickering from your exposed body to your face. you were staring, glancing up at him with wide eyes while impatiently rutting your hips and waiting for him to finally do something about the throbbing between your legs. your gaze made its way down his body, ending up on the tent in his pants that was being freed with a breathy moan.

you turned back around, your slick basically smeared all over your inner thighs by now, your fingers balling the sheets under you up into your fist. “is- is this okay?” he whispered when his boxers dropped to his thighs, guiding his leaking tip to your entrance with one hand, the other one holding onto your waist.

a breath got stuck in your throat, nodding as a small whimper was elicited from you. “yeah, it’s- it’s good.. keep going, please?” you moaned before you felt him push his tip just a little further inside of you, both his hands planted on either side of your waist, on top of the smooth fabric.

you both moaned in unison all while matt was mumbling something about how beautiful you looked; something he’d probably already told you a million times, but it still made butterflies erupt like crazy.

his fingers dug into your skin, stuffing your slick pussy full of his hard and throbbing cock, making a string of guttural moans being pulled from your mouth. his bigger and stronger thighs spread yours apart from behind easily, allowing him more access to plunge his dick into your dripping cunt.

“i-i’m so fuckin’ captivated by you.. y’feel like a dream,” he moaned, leaning his body almost fully on top of yours to mumble into your ear, his hands gripping your sides almost harshly. you couldn’t help but smile at his choice of words, which obviously paid off from his excessive reading.

“m-matt.. i love you,” you whimpered when you felt him bottom out completely, his cock snuggled deep inside of you, his tip kissing and prodding at that soft, sensitive spot in you.

he felt a rush of.. adoration? your words make his heart throb in the best way possible, his skin feeling as if it was on fire, beads of sweat already formed on his forehead. it didn’t take long for him to pull out halfway, before he thrusted his hips forward, slapping against your ass.

“i-i love you more, holy fuck..” he whined right into your ear, making a turmoil of pleasure strike through you, gripping even harder for the sheets until you let go.

you were both a whimpering mess when he picked up his pace, letting go of your waist to reach for your hands, the back of both being met with his palm, interlacing his fingers with yours from behind while he mewled. “y-you look so gorgeous darling.. so fucking good,” you were panting, your moans high pitched and whiny, leaning your head back and basically arching off the bed.

he was close enough to turn his head to yours, peppering soft kisses to your cheek to mumble his pathetic whines, his fingers squeezing yours when you clenched and clamped around him. both your moans were echoing with the soft sound of skin smacking onto skin, your eyes drifting shut from the pleasure.

matt continued his almost relentless pace, whimpering and whining into your ear. the tension in your stomach was tightening, every moan and thrust from him making your mind cloud up into a blown-out daze, every thought in your head fucked gone, “t-that feels so good.”

matt couldn’t hold back the groans that left his lips, his tight grip on your hands nearly stopping all blood circulation, his thrusts and jerk of his hips turning messy and sloppy. “uh-huh? do you like that?” you nodded dumbly at his words, continuing to moan profanities and repetitive whines of his name.

“so wet for me.. just for me, yeah?” the coil in your tummy soon enough tightened, your legs close to giving out from how your knees were buckling under your. matt seemed to notice, of his hands letting go of yours to twist under your hips still clad in the dress, a strong arm lifting your lower body just a little bit above the mattress to support your knees. with the new angle, it was as if he reached even deeper inside of you, making the two of you whimper. “j-just for you..!”

you cried out his name, your free fingers tapping the back of his hand gently. “i-im gonna cum, matt.. please, let me cum,” your head was spinning, the words coming out blabbered and fast, twirling together while you spat them out.

he chuckled breathlessly, his dark hair sticking to his forehead in small strands, his arm withdrawing from your hips. you laid back in your precious position before you felt his fingers moving to press the pad of his fingertip to your swollen and needy clit.

“g-good girl.. you’ve been so good, so nice. cum for me, you can do that..” he whispered, rubbing tight but gentle circles over your bud, making your hips twitch and legs wobble beneath you.

a loud moan emitted from your lips, throwing your head forehead while he continued plunging into you, adding to the stimulation his finger provided.

with a moan of his name and a bundle of swear words, your pussy was convulsing around his cock, coating him in the slick, sticky substance. “o-oh my god matt..” you lied spent on the bed, your cheeks flushed and your forehead having a sheen of sweat beaded across your skin, loosening your grip of his fingers.

“fuuuck, you’re s-so tight.. you sound so pretty too..” but though matt was still thrusting and bucking his hips harshly into your drooling cunt, he was right behind you, close to spilling his release inside of you.

the overstimulation was creeping up on you, your walls clamping around him like a goddamn vice, your release making it easier for him to watch his cock disappear inside of you. “matt, please.. please cum, i can’t take this..” you whined, pleading for him to finish.

your words were all he needed as a final push, his skin prickling and face scorching when he with a final thrust emptied himself into your sticky cunt, painting your inside walls white.

“jesus christ.. i love you,” matt was a mess, his forehead glistening and fingers gripping yours tightly all while mumbling praise and sweet words into your ear, feeling you pulse around him when he stilled his movements.

you groaned with a smile, slumping only the bed fully, completely tired and spent. there was silence for a second, but nothing uncomfortable. it was intimate, the both of you catching your breath.

“i’ll wear this dress again.. definitely,” you broke the silence, your face pink and twisted into a smile. “n-never.. been fucked that good.”

matt snickered along with you, his hand carefully running down the detailing on your back once more, nodding faintly. “oh, i’d fuck you this good every day if you let me.”

˚𝜗𝜚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬... i didn't mean for their first post to be smut but.. i can't stay away. the scammys snatched that from clairo btw BUT THAT DRESS??? i fell back she's so gorgeous.

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[boypied]

Crush

[best friend] clark kent x male reader

summary: you've been crushing on your best friend for a while now, he is the oppitome of perfection so before his date with lois lane he wants to try out his eating out skills and you are in no position to object his offer.

wc: 1.3k

notes: FDNI, MDNI, ass eating (r!receiving), fingering, body worshipping, hand jobs (r!giving&receiving), ass slapping.

You sit on Clark's bed waiting for him to finish up in the shower and actually acknowledge you since he was the one that invited you over. “Clark, can you hurry-” You start to mutter out until he stumbles into his bedroom where you're sitting down on the corner of his bed, your eyes wandering all over his body but completely staring at his extremely low and loose towel. You gulp down some spit that was gathering in your mouth, and if anymore formed, you would've been drooling over him in a more obvious sense. Clark struts into his room, chuckling quietly to himself as he picks up on your obvious gawking over him. “Bro, I am dying for your help... and I wouldn't ask you to help in this way, but it's urgent” he scoffs out, his voice laced with nervousness with an underlying hint of excitement. Your eyes wander over his body as you watch the water droplets drip down his gorgeously muscular body, “whatever you need! You know you can count on me for anything, you know that.” You mumble out in a soft tone as you gulp quietly.

“This is so embarrassing to ask you, but... can I practice my eating out skills?” Clark asks you with his eyes practically closed, and you stare at him in shock, but hearing those words sends a warm tingly feeling down your body heading right towards your growing aching cock. Your mouth gaped open slightly, taking a moment to process what your best friend of many years just asked of you, “it's just that I'm meeting Lois later and I've been getting the feeling that she's been wanting to take things a step further and... I just don't want to embarrass myself to her, cause I like her a lot” Clark says in a slight whiney tone as he begins to ramble on about how much this will help him out and improve, “This can be like when me and you use to practice kissing with each other before you figured out you liked men, except it will be me figuring out how to eat someone out in the most pleasureable way.” Clark walks closer to you as his ramble continues on and on until your hands reach out and pull open his low hanging towel to reveal his girthy, long and monstrous cock to you. Your eyes widen and Clark gasps at the sudden feeling of being so exposed.

Clark's eyes widen as he stares down at you, “I-I'm only suppose to be eating you out!” His voice extremely shaky from nerves however his cock springs up in excitement revealing how he truly feels about the whole situation. “If you're going to be eating out my asshole then I can ATLEAST see you naked, it's only fair!” You say with a small chuckle which causes Clark to burst out laughing and cover his face to hide his embarrassment. You stand up and keep eye contact as you act all flirty as you slowly strip off naked, you laugh throughout this to hide how excited you really are about this but Clark just stares at you, he slowly nibbles at his bottom lip and you notice his cock leaking like a facet. You reach your underwear as you take a deep breath and pull them down in one swift motion leaving you naked, you both stare at eachother and the awkwardness of being naked in front of your bestfriend slowly slips away and this feeling of comfort and safety crosses over both of you. You turn around and crawl onto his bed shoving your ass into the air revealing your tight, pretty pink and hairless asshole to him. You take a deep breath “I'm ready...” You mumble out as you feel Clark's presence come closer to you as his hands grip against your cheeks spreading them open more giving him a better look at your hole, “w-woah...” he scoffs out nervously.

Clark slowly leans in and hesitantly licks a wet strip up your hole. His eyes slowly flutter shut as he relaxes his body, and his hands forcibly shake your asscheeks creating a jiggle. You gently bite down on your lower lip, feeling the warm from his tongue caressing back and forth slowly but surely pushing past your tight muscle ring and into your soft velvet walls that are clamping around his tongue. Your eyes flutter back and your cock hardens against Clark's bed, “Mhm!” He grunts out until he pulls away and he leans upwards to shove his fingers into your mouth “Suck.” Clark commands of you, his tone dominant and rough, his nervous exterior slips away as his hidden fantasy comes to light. You feel his fingers push into your mouth, swirling around to get them all soaked in your spit. Clark pulls them out of your mouth and gently rubs them against your wet asshole, gently pushing them past your loosening muscle ring and into your velvet feeling walls.

Clark fingers curl inside of you as he reaches his knuckles as your muscle ring tightens around it. You lay your head against the duvet as you slowly sink into it, “C-Clark~” You whimper out in agonising pleasure as his fingers curve against your sweet spot, with each curve he milks your sweet spot sending shivers down your spine and causes your body to jolt. Clark pulls away and sits down next to you, “Do you wanna J-Jerk me off?” Clark asks you nervously as you roll over and continues to breathe heavily. “Mhm-hm.” You nod your head with excitement. You lean back up and wrap your hand around his girthy monstrous cock that you've been dreaming of for some time now, and you slowly begin to beat his meat feeling his pre-cum drip down your hand and you lean down to lick it up grazing your tongue against his tip causing his body to jolt upwards into your hand. You gasp in shock as Clark wraps his hand around your cock and he matches the rhythm in which you're beating his meat in a swift motion. “F-Faster!” You both whimper out simultaneously, and you both turn your heads to make eye contact as both of your hands pratcially move on their own.

“C-Clark, is this too mu- ” You begin to talk as you breathe heavily until he leans in and slides his tongue into your mouth and your eyes flutter shut enjoying the feeling and taste of his tongue in your mouth. Both of your hands go up and down in a swift sultry motion, and you whimper as you feel Clark's other muscular arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as you both thrust your into each other's hand. “M-MHM!” You whine out into his mouth as you nearer your release “N-Ngh!” Clark grunts out into your mouth as the simultaneous feeling of both your hands moving in a rapid motion beating each other's cocks becomes too much for you both and you shoot your load. The spurts of cum from both of your tips shoot all over each other's bodies, Clark pulls away and breaks the kiss leaving a string of spit from his mouth onto yours.

“Woah” you mumble out as you watch Clark's face redden, and he chuckles nervously. “So did this prepare you for your date with Lois?” You ask him softly with an undertone of jealously, and Clark just stares at you and smirks “There wasn't ever a date with Lois, I just really wanted you.” Your eyes widen in shock, and you jump up from laying on the bed, and you wrap your arms around Clark's neck as his hands travel down your body, and he grips your asscheeks “You should've just said you wanted me... I've liked you for a long, long time.” You whisper in his ear, and he chuckles “I was too embarrassed, but I guess I don't need to be anymore.” You lean back, and Clark smiles softly at you, pulling your naked body closer to his muscular one as he leans into a kiss, passionately feeling his tongue swirl against yours. “I am going to fuck you... extremely hard.” Clark whispers in your ear and you just giggle, you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist ready for a night full of lustfilled pleasure.

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[ghostgirl-22]

Idk why I did this. But since I wrote it yall have to see it (if you choose to read it of course!). Blame my beloved agegap!anon I fear <3

CW: 18+, NSFW, AGE GAP, teacher/student, power dynamics, semi public sex, jealousy, mild possessiveness, super mild D/s

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Original.

Pt 2.

Art can’t really help himself. If he could stop he definitely would… Maybe. He wasn’t a virgin before he had sex with his tennis coach, Patrick Zweig. He’d just never been with a boy before. Now that he’s done it, and done it, and. done. it. All over Patrick’s house. He feels a little more confident in his sexuality. And it’s weird. Because now he’s suddenly getting even more attention.

He’s not a slut. Not really. He doesn’t always give it up. But he likes to tease. And he likes the attention.

A lot.

Probably what he likes even more than the attention is the way it seems to break away at Patrick's ever present cool and calm demeanor.

Art was barely flirting, honestly. Kneeling on Chase Roberts feet so he could do sit-ups. Chase has these really pretty brown eyes that sparkle in the sunlight, and Art wasn’t really straddling him, he was just crawling between his legs to get a closer look. He didn’t expect Chase to sit up and kiss him. Or the other boys to tease and jeer when Chase did it. Chase is smirking at him and Art shoves him back down on his back, licking his lips. “You’re such a freak.”

Chase laughs. ”You can’t blame me for wanting a little taste pretty boy.” Art sits up properly, when he hears Patrick blow his whistle. Conditioned for it by now. Patrick’s looking at him but it’s only for a second before he’s yelling at everyone.

“Enough messing around,” he shouts, “since we’re all in a silly mood without the silly skills to accompany it, we’re all doing fucking drills. He says. “Come on…get up. Line up behind the baseline, middle court. Roberts in front.”

Everyone gets up. Patrick bends over leaning in to whisper in his assistant coach, Meg’s ear. His little purple shorts, forming to his ass, riding up so Art can see more of his muscular thighs. Thighs Art has sat on, that he’s felt hot and warm beneath him while taking the full length of Patrick’s cock. He never felt more grown up. He bites his tongue trying not to get hard.

Coach Meg gets up and pulls on her baseball cap. “Okay everyone we’re doing baseline, mid court, center shots.” She shouts. “For every ball you miss or hit out of bounds you run a lap and get back in line.”

There’s some irritated mumbling as Art gets in line but no one gets too loud for fear it will get worse.

“Donaldson, come with me,” Patrick says. Grabbing his clip board and walking towards the locker rooms. Art looks around and some of his teammates are smirking. Roberts makes a kissy face at him.

“I hope you’re all paying attention,” Coach Meg says, whacking Tyson Wahler with her clipboard when he mimics a sloppy make out. Art grins and hurries to catch up with Patrick.

Art is breathless when they get into the facilities building. “Am I in trouble, coach? Art asks playfully, but Patrick doesn’t really give him anything. Just keeps up his breakneck walking pace.

He approaches his office and pulls open the door, holding it for Art. Art walks in and looks around. He’s probably only been in here once, with a teammate to ask about switching doubles partners because they were both left handed.

Art turns back around to face him. “So what’s the big—“

Patrick covers him mouth and walks him backwards up against the closed office door. “Mm Donaldson, you talk too much.” He’s all in Art’s face. Art’s heart rate speeds up quickly, blood furiously rushing to his cock. “Did you fuck him?”

Art raises his eyebrows.

“You can nod, yes or no. Did you and Roberts fuck?”

Art shakes his head.

“Did you fuck any other boys since the weekend?”

Art shakes his head again. He’s actually falling apart for how fucking hot this feels. Patrick going insane over a little kiss. He licks at Patrick’s palm just to get a taste of him.

Patrick presses his forehead against the wall next to him. “Mm…you have to fucking stop.” He whines and pulls his hand off of Art’s mouth.

“Did you fuck your girlfriend since the weekend?” Art says, grinning as he tries to catch his breath and settle down.

He can’t settle down.

Patrick pushes up against him and he can feel. Fuck. He can feel it. “You’re such a fucking brat,” Patrick whispers in his ear.

“And you’re a pervert, all over me and I’m barely out of high school.” Art breathes as Patrick’s rubbing up against him. “Won’t even let me fuck a boy my own age.”

“No one your age knows how to do it properly,” Patrick whispers.

Art starts sucking kisses into his throat.

“You… fuck… you know you make me crazy. Sitting on my court, showing off that body, crawling on boys laps and letting them… oh fuck it…“ Patrick grips Art by the waist, taking his mouth in a bruising kisses, all while walking him up against the desk and bending him over. Art is pushing back on him while he’s rummaging in his desk drawer. He pulls out a condom and then he’s pumping lotion out to use as lubricant. Art feels his mouth watering. As hot as he was earlier he’s going insane now.

“I knew you’d be this fucking tight still,” Patrick groans as he’s filling Art, big hand covering his mouth to keep him quiet. Or muffled at least. Art licking, talking, moaning against his palm. Fucking in Patrick’s office while the rest of the team is running around the court. Patrick, so frantic and desperate to claim him. Ramming his prostate over and over and over till Art is spilling all over the desk, muscles trembling, head dizzy. God. He can’t believe it took him so long to start. It feels so good getting full on Patrick’s cock. Art wants it every fucking day.

“Holy shit,” Patrick sighs as he’s tying off the condom and easing his shorts back up.

Art’s all dizzy and in love with him. And now he smells a lot like cherry almond lotion.

Patrick settles on his desk chair, manspreading as he pulls out his pack of cigarettes. “I shouldn’t be doing this. Fuck. I’m gonna get caught and get fucking fired.”

“Have you ever done it with a player before?” Art asks, lightly.

“Are you kidding? I’ve done fucked up shit before. I’ve done stupid shit before, but never anything this stupid and fucked up.”

Art sits on the desk, he’s all sore and it feels so good he wiggles just to feel the ache and he puts his foot between Patrick’s thighs.

“If you give me your number, I’ll do whatever you want. I won’t fuck anyone else,” Art says.

Patrick takes a deep breath and pops a cigarette in his mouth before playing with Art’s shoe laces. He then takes the cigarette out of his mouth like he’s just realized he’s still inside. “No you’re a kid. You’re gonna be calling me and texting me at insane hours asking for things that I’m gonna fucking do because I have no self control. And I’m gonna end up seeing them blown up on a board in front of the school ethics committee.”

”I won’t say anything bad. I swear.” Art says. “If I’m horny I’ll just send you an eggplant emoji. Like 39 times. Isn’t that how old you are? Or is it one for good luck?”

Patrick snorts. “Get up and go back to practice, you little shit. And tell Megan we were in here talking about that recruiter that was here last week.”

Art shrugs and pushes himself off of the desk. “Can you come with me?”

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes… I promise.”

Art sighs and lingers to the point where Patrick just smiles. “Fine, come on. You get so fucking clingy after.”

“No I don't," Art says, defensive and a little warm because it’s true… Art does want to be around him. Though he doesn’t think clingy is the word.

Patrick straightens his office and Arts hair and checks himself in the mirror before they leave. He lights up as soon as they get outside. Art falls into lock step with him. “Try to relax— cause as soon as we get up there, you’re not sitting around me, it’s gonna be laps. And no more fucking kissing Roberts or anyone else.”

“I’ll try not to,” Art says grinning, knowing that if this is his punishment he might just kiss everyone on the team.

(Btw…Other anon with the brilliant ask in this au I can’t resist — I’m totally coming to that! A thousand percent! Trust!)

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

Yours - Jacaerys Velaryon

Masterlist

Pairing: modern!hockeyplayer!Jacaerys Velaryon x reader

Word count: 1732 (I named the document I wrote this in "HotD micro fics" ... that went well)

Warnings: Fights, blood, insecurity

Summary: Jace storms off the ice in the middle of his game of hockey and you run after him to find out what happened, and to give him some comfort.

“Hey- Jace!” you stumble down from the bleachers and hurry after him. Even with skates on, he walks faster than you. He disappears down into the locker rooms, the door swinging shut with a loud bang behind him. He’d gotten into a fight on the ice and gotten benched but, in his fury, he’d stomped away from the whole game, dropping his helm and stick on the floor.

You were wearing his jersey, his last name written on the back in bold, blocky letters. The bright colour of the text, along with what had happened on the ice a few minutes ago, turned some heads when you hurried down to the locker room, shouting his name to try and make him wait for you; without any success. 

The door seems to be almost mocking you where you stand, catching your breath. The black paint is peeling away at some edges around the frame, revealing the old red colour underneath. You picked up Jace’s helmet and stick on the way, holding it in one hand as you press down the handle with the other. 

When you push the door open the strip of light that comes from the door lights up Jace where he’s sat on the bench, head in his hands. As you let the door slip close behind you, he looks up and the split second of light you have before the door slips shut shows you a split lip and a bloody nose. The door closes behind you with an echoing bang and the two of you are left in darkness. 

“Don’t turn the lights on,” Jace asks as you move to do just that. You furrow your eyebrows but do as he asks. Instead you cross the floor, having been in here enough times to know your way around, even in the dark. You place his things on the floor before him and he mumbles a quiet “thank you.” 

“What happened?” you ask gently as you go to the toilet to get some paper for his bloody face. The outline of his slumped body is what guides you back to him and he tilts his head back at your request and you sit down beside him, gently pressing the paper to his nose to stop the blood from getting all over his hockey gear. 

“Just got pissed off,” he mutters from behind the tissue and you raise an eyebrow at him in the dark. 

“You got pissed off?” You questioned with the disbelief dripping in your voice. “You’ve never walked out on a match and I am to believe that the first and only time that has happened, it’s simply because you got ‘pissed off’?” You’re close enough to him to see that he gives you a defeated look. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” is his response and you sigh but accept it. 

“Alright,” you whisper to him, keeping quiet in the dark so as to not disturbed the peace. The sounds of the game are muffled through the walls but they keep out the complete silence. Within a few minutes, his nose stops bleeding and you gently remove the tissue from his nose and Jace carefully tilts his head back up, being careful not to make it bleed again. You go to throw away the bloody paper and to bring some clean tissues that are slightly wet to clean up the blood from his face. Jace sits in silence as he lets you take care of him, eyes closed and breathing heavy. 

You’re leaning close to him, the dark making it hard to see if you’ve gotten all the cuts cleaned. You can feel his breath fan over your face as you work and you have to stop yourself from leaning forward to kiss his bruised lips. 

“There,” you mumble as you’re finished. His eyes blink open and even in the dark you can see the hazel colour glimmering. 

“You wanna finish the game?” you ask, sitting down again beside him and pushing a stray lock of dark hair behind his ear. He shakes his head, still silent. 

“Alright.” You don’t want to press him. He’s never stormed off the ice like this before and you don’t really know the reason, so you settle for being understanding and kind. He seems to appreciate it. 

“Let’s go home?” he asks silently, and you nod. Without a word, you kneel down on the floor before him, starting to untie his skates for him as he pulls his shirt off and starts to take off all the gear. When the skates are off, he pushes down the knee pads and you both hang it all up in his locker, the clothes Jace puts in his bag and you hold up his jacket for him before you step out into the light again. 

You both blink, the harsh light stinging in your eyes. Jace is quick to grab your hand in his, pulling you out of the stadium and into his car. He opens the passenger door for you as you get in with a gentle ‘thanks’ before he pushes the door closed again. You watch as he rounds the car and gets in beside you. He starts the car, the engine roaring to life and then he backs the car out of the parking lot with his hand splayed across your thigh. 

After a few minutes of silence, he finally speaks up. His voice breaks and he refuses to look you in the eyes.

“They- they talked about you,” he whispers and you turn to look at him with wide eyes. He’d left the game because of that? But before you can question it, he continues. 

“Said I don’t deserve you, that you should- should be with someone like them.” 

His words leave you completely astonished. 

“What? I- I would never!” Your words are soft and kind, not at all angry or upset. You know Jace has problems with his insecurities, some days are worse than others. And you also know that this is less about your preference for a boyfriend and more about what he thinks he’s worthy of.

Jace shakes his head, hand slipping from your leg but you grab ahold of it before his touch disappears. 

“Hey, Jace,” you coax, trying to get him to show that he’s listening. “I’m yours. And I love being yours, okay? I wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

He nods and swallows harshly, “you say that now, but-“ 

“No but,” you cut him off. “I mean it.” He’s parked the car now, the big house that belongs to the Targaryens tower before you. Rhaenyra passes by one of the big windows and waves through the glass to you as she walks by. You get out of the car and round it, opening Jace’s door for him but he doesn’t move. 

“Look, I don’t know what they said to you out on the ice,” you begin, reaching out to turn his face towards you. He opens his mouth to tell you, tears in his eyes now, but you shake your head, shushing him gently. 

“But the truth? It doesn’t matter.” Jace looks down, nodding slowly. 

“I know,” he sighs, “but- I just, I can’t help but let it get to me.” You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his temple, not really wanting to hurt his already split lip. 

“Jace, love-” are the only words you get out before Jace cuts you off. He pulls you down into his lap, minding your head so you don’t hit it on the way, then he captures your lips in a searing kiss. You try to pull away when you hear the huff of pain he lets out but he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you close. 

And you can’t help but lose yourself in him, hands coming up to bury themselves in his luscious curls. He kisses you with desperation, but it’s so soft and so sweet. You let him indulge in the act, let him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip and kiss you like that’ll make all the problems in the world disappear. 

You pull away with a gasp but you barely get one breath of air down your lungs before he’s back against your lips. 

”I don’t think I’d survive losing you,” he whispers the words against your lips, so close you can feel the puffs of air from the short phrase bounce against your skin. 

You shake your head, “you never have to find out.” 

“Promise?” And he seems so small and innocent at that moment, big, wet eyes seeking yours. 

You nod, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

“I promise.” 

He takes a deep breath and nods. 

“Okay,” he agrees and now it’s your time to nod. You press another kiss to his temple and he sags forward into you, falling into your embrace and snuggling close to the warmth radiation from you. His cheek comes to rest over your heart and your hands tangle themselves in his dark curls. You lose track of time, just holding Jace close and letting him hold you. After a while, the sound of the front door being opened breaks through the silence and you look up to see Rhaenyra stand in the doorframe, a soft look on her face and a thankful smile. 

“Everything alright?” she wonders gently, tilting her head slightly. Your eyes meet Jace’s and he gives you a short nod. 

“Yeah,” you assure her with a small smile. 

“Alright,” Rhaenyra nods, a crooked smile on lips, “dinner’s in five, if you want to join us.” Both you and Jace nod and she steps inside again, shutting the door softly behind her and giving you all the time you need. 

“Can we eat in my room?” Jace asks as you coax him out of the car, keeping a hold of his hand in yours. Your laugh billowes through the air as you take in his sheepish expression. 

“And leave your mother waiting?”

“No, we’ll tell her,” he protests as he grabs his bag from the backseat. You smile up at him, tugging him close to press a loving kiss against his lips. 

“Fine,” you agree when you pull away, “but you’re the one telling her.” Jace agrees quickly and the wide smile that finally reaches his eyes and shines up his whole demeanor is reward enough. 

[sophrosynesworld]

The Night Shift (Part 8)

“The person you are trying to reach has a voicemail that has not been set up yet. Please try again later. Goodbye.”

The automated message cuts off, leaving you staring at your phone screen. A heavy sigh escapes your lips. It’s been weeks since you woke up, but every attempt to reach Bakugo has been met with silence. Four missed calls, two unanswered texts—the message is clear. He doesn’t want to see you.

The crowd surges forward, and you move with it, carried along in a wave of shuffling feet and hurried glances. A rough cough tears through your chest, sharp enough to leave your throat burning. You try to clear it, but the effort only makes it worse.

If he did pick up, what would you even say? Hey, Bakugo. Sorry for dying? The thought twists something deep in your stomach.

You keep walking, head down, focused on the steady rhythm of your footsteps against the pavement—until you stop. Right there in the middle of the subway staircase.

Someone behind you mutters a curse, brushing past with an irritated shove. But you're not able to process it, memories claw at the edges of your mind, pushing past the dam you’ve worked so hard to build.

“How long do I have?”

Dr. Morri sits across from you, a tray of untouched cafeteria food between you both. The speed at which the hospital revoked your credentials was almost astonishing. Before the loose diagnosis, pulling 100-hour workweeks was just another Monday for you. Now, you’re “on sabbatical,” a sanitized label slapped on to keep questions at bay.

"You’re a medical mystery," he says. "You know how hard that question is to answer."

You lean in, arms crossing over the table, voice low. “What am I supposed to do? Wake up every day not knowing when I’m going to die?”

"Jesus, will you—" Morri had caught himself, exhaling sharply. "Talking like that won’t get you anywhere."

Your colleague drags a hand down his face, exhaustion settling in the lines around his eyes. You're not quite sure if he looks older than you remember or if you’re just seeing him clearly for the first time.

"You want the truth?" he sighs when you nod. "If we can’t find a cure… maybe a year."

"A year?"

"That’s on the generous side."

"Do you think they'll let me cash out on my social security early?"

"Dammit, don’t—" Morri cuts himself off, pausing for a moment. "We’re not giving up on you. We have every specialist looking into this." He leans back into his chair. "Quirk research is evolving everyday. But we need time, and you…" He exhales. "I think you need to tell someone".

Your fingers tighten around the edge of the table, nails digging into the plastic. That’s the problem, isn’t it? How do you tell people that you’re dying? That no matter how strong they think you are, no matter how much you’ve fought to survive, your own body has turned against you?

How do you tell someone like Airi?

You feel it again—the acid in your throat. Another person pushes your shoulder and it's finally enough to break your frozen state, your feet moving towards the platform and onto the correct train without having to think about it.

Your friends could never know. Your family would never find out. You made that choice—selfishly, maybe. Kento had called you out on it, tried to talk you down, but you didn’t listen.

"A year of happy memories is better than a year of them waiting."

Your eyes stay down, locked on the scuffed subway floor, refusing to let your thoughts spiral. The panicked thought slips away, shattered by the buzz of your phone in your back pocket. For a split second, your heart jumps—Katsuki.

But it’s Rina.

Hey! Wanna grab lunch this weekend?

You stare at the message, thumb hovering over the keyboard. The simple question feels impossibly distant, like it belongs to another version of you. With a quiet sigh, you slip the phone back into your pocket, promising yourself you’ll reply later.

The subway doors slide open with a hiss, releasing a surge of passengers onto the platform. You move with them, climbing the steps until the center of the city swallows you whole—blaring horns, flashing advertisements, the ceaseless hum of bodies in motion.

Your eyes flick up on instinct, and there he is. The hero you've waited over a month to see. Or at least, his face—scowling down at you from a massive billboard, advertising Dynamight-branded protein powder. The absurdity of it pulls a scoff from your lips.

Shaking your head, you step forward, weaving through the crowd. Your gate quickens as you near The Booknook, a familiar restaurant just a few blocks away. Stepping off the sidewalk and into the alleyway, you suddenly feel something—a light tap on your shoulder.

Frowning, you glance back, half-expecting to see a old coworker. Instead, you find yourself looking up at the number one hero, clad in an evergreen and silver hero suit. He looks out so different. His boyish smile is disarmingly warm, tinged with nerves that somehow make him seem more approachable. Was he wearing a hero suit when he came into the hospital? You frown, trying to remember.

“You recover fast,” The words slip out reflexively, your professional instincts kicking in.

Izuku chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck in a way that’s almost endearing. “Only thanks to doctors like you.”

The casual acknowledgment stops you short. “You… know about that?”

He nods, his expression softening. “Yeah. They told me everything. If it weren’t for you… I wouldn’t be standing here.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard. It’s rare for a hero to acknowledge you so directly—your work usually fades into the background of their larger-than-life narratives.

“Well,” you manage, brushing off the moment with a faint smile, “you got to us just in time.”

Izuku chuckles. “You shouldn’t do that.”

"Do what?" you ask, stepping deeper into the shaded alleyway, away from the relentless heat of the dusk sun. You tilt your head slightly, a silent invitation for the hero to follow.

“Brush things off like they’re nothing,” he replies following as you step forward, the muted clink of his armor echoing against the walls of the pothole-ridden alleyway. His polished boots crunch against loose gravel as his eyes lock onto yours. “Take credit for what you do. From what my friends tell me, you're a real hero. Own it.”

A flicker of warmth stirs in your chest, but you wave it off with practiced nonchalance. “Thank you, Midoriya. But, I'm on holiday now so don't inflate my ego."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," Izuku chuckles his eyes flicking left, then right, scanning the alley.

You follow his gaze, but all you see is cracked asphalt, a few scattered puddles from yesterday’s rain, and a pigeon that looks way too invested in your conversation. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the fire escapes above, cutting sharp lines of light and shadow across the walls. You’ve never thought much of it before—it’s just an alley. But the way Izuku’s locates every rustling scrap of paper and distant clatter makes you wonder what he's seeing that you don't.

His armor catches the sunlight in flashes, the green and silver plating looking oddly out of place against the dingy bricks and rust-streaked dumpsters. Yet somehow, it fits him perfectly. He looks… cool, you begrudgingly admit to yourself, though you’d rather bite your tongue than say it out loud.

“Shouldn’t you be off saving the world right now?” you ask, your tone casual, though the question feels more pointed than you intended. It feels almost ridiculous, standing here with him when it’s so clear he could be anywhere else—doing something that actually matters.

You expect a quick, snarky reply. Something cocky to match the confidence you constantly see online. But instead, he says:

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" You stop in your tracks, holding still so the crunch of gravel beneath your soles doesn’t mask whatever he’s listening for.

Izuku’s eyes stay fixed ahead with an unreadable expression. His footsteps still crunching. "Exactly," He exhales, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips.

Izuku slows, just enough for you to catch up, his sharp eyes flicking to a shadowed doorway before returning to the path ahead. You can’t tell if he’s on edge or if this is just how he is—always scanning and assessing. Either way, it’s unsettling. How does someone live like that? Constantly waiting for something to go wrong?

"Take a left up here," you say, hoping to lighten the mood. "It's not a bad neighborhood, you know."

He shrugs. "I never said it was."

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head.

"So, where are we headed?" Izuku asks, stepping aside as the alleyway opens into a wider street.

"The Booknook." you say, shoving your hands into your pockets. "Ever heard of it?"

He tilts his head, glancing at the faded street signs. "Can’t say I have. Is it any good?"

"Guess you’ll find out,"

"Is that an invitation?" His tone is light, almost teasing, but there’s something in his expression—like he’s giving you a way out.

You hesitate for half a second before nodding. The moment you confirm, your stomach twists. Why did I just invite Deku with me? Panic flutters in your chest, but you keep your tone casual. "If you’re chasing me all over the city just to say thanks, the least I can do is buy you a cup of coffee."

He chuckles, falling into step beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. "I appreciate that."

“How’ve you been?” you ask, starting up the first set of stairs. The incline feels steeper than it should, a tightness creeping into your chest with each step.

“Honestly?” The seriousness in his tone forces you to glance over your shoulder. “I’ve been having a hard time breathing.”

Your right foot stops moving mid-step causing you to nearly trip, catching yourself just in time before spinning around to face him. Standing a few steps higher, you’re eye-level with him for the first time.

"For how long?" The words come fast, concern sharpening your tone. "Since the accident, or before? Have you seen a doctor?" The questions tumble out, one after the other, leaving no room for hesitation.

His expression shifts—seriousness breaking into something playful, his grin lighting up like a switch flipped.

"Are you... are you fucking with me?"

"Yes," Deku admits with a laugh, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Midoriya!" You swat his arm, cheeks warming, but the metal plating of his armor dulls the impact. Izuku still moves as if you actually hit him, feigning injury with an exaggerated wince.

Rolling your eyes, you take another step forward. "This healer is off the market," you say, the joke barely out before a wave of sadness crashes over you. "Go find someone else to save you next time."

"Don't be like that," he laughs.

A few people wave as you pass a stationary store, their attention fixed on him. You glance ahead at yet another incline, groaning internally. Why are there so many damn hills in Japan?

"Could we stop for a second?" Izuku leans casually against the railing, squinting at the sun. "I always think I’m in shape… until I have to walk up all these hills."

You let out a breathy laugh. "Sure," you say, shooting him a knowing look. "But shouldn’t you have more stamina? I feel like that's an important trait in heroes."

Izuku huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, turns out crime-fighting doesn’t require this much uphill cardio."

Whatever awkwardness was left between you dissolves as you both break into breathless laughter, the kind that makes your ribs ache but feels way too good to stop. For a moment, it’s like you’re both teenagers again—no weight of the world, no expectations—just two kids without expectations.

Somewhere between catching your breath and teasing him about his supposed stamina, you learn a few things. Like the fact that Izuku drinks an almost concerning amount of melon soda, keeps an entire journal dedicated to analyzing his students’ quirks, and sometimes gets so caught up in hero work that he forgets to eat. In return, you offer little pieces of yourself. How your heart has always been just a little too reckless, how sleep never comes easy no matter how exhausted you are.

It turns out, you have more in common than originally thought.

You both push yourselves too hard. You both let responsibility weigh heavier than it should. And neither of you know how to slow down.

And yet, there’s a difference.

Because while you blend into the background, Izuku never can.

People watch him.

Not just a passing glance or a quick double take. It’s more than that. Every step he takes seems to draw eyes, conversations pausing mid-sentence as he moves past. Somehow, it just seems effortless—the way he acknowledges each one with a smile or a wave.

You watch him, too. The way the sunlight weaves through the green of his hair, catching in the unruly strands. You’ve heard rumors, of course, the hospital is full of gossip and secondhand stories. But none of it compares to seeing him like this, laughing at one of your jokes with a crinkled-up nose.

It's in that moment you understand why Japan idolizes him.

"Are you ready?" Izuku asks, standing up from the curb and extending his hand to help you up.

You look back at the hero, your mind still a little distracted, but still replying with a nod, focusing on him as he waits, hand outstretched.

"Of course." You smile, your lips pulling upward more naturally than you expected as you reach out. Your hand fits in his much larger one, the warmth of his grip grounding you as he effortlessly pulls you to your feet.

"We’re getting close. I think it’s only another block or two," you say, stepping forward—but then you hesitate, suddenly aware of how close you’re standing next to him. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to make you notice.

For a split second, you wonder if Katsuki sent him. But the thought vanishes just as quickly—Katsuki won’t even call you back, so why would he go through the trouble of sending Izuku? The sting of that realization settles in your chest, but you push it aside, along with the dozen other questions piling up in your head.

Izuku, oblivious to your inner spiral, keeps pace beside you. The sound of your footsteps blends into the steady hum of the city—distant car horns, students filtering out of their evening study groups, laughter spilling from a nearby café.

"Never heard of this place before," Izuku says, breaking the silence. "What is it?"

"It’s part library, part restaurant," you explain. "Coffee and lunch during the day, liquor in the evening. People go there to read, work, or just exist for a while."

He perks up at that, intrigued. "What’s it called again?"

You huff a small laugh. "The Booknook. It’s probably my favorite place in the city."

Izuku chuckles, shaking his head like he should’ve guessed. "Sounds like something my friend Ida would visit. I’ll have to mention it to him next time I see him."

By the time you reach the correct street, the cozy, wood-paneled storefront glows warmly against the encroaching evening. A few patrons sit outside under string lights, noses buried in books, steam curling from their mugs. Through the large windows, you can see shelves lined with well-worn novels and quiet corners where people have tucked themselves away, lost in stories.

"Here we are," you say, your pace quickening slightly as you gesture toward the door. The store stands warm and inviting before you, the glow of its interior spilling onto the sidewalk.

Izuku tilts his head, taking in the café, but before either of you can step inside, the door bursts open with a sharp bang.

Someone barrels through, slamming into you with enough force to knock you off balance. Your breath catches as you stumble backward, only to collide with something solid. Izuku. His armored arms embrace you before you can hit the ground, steadying you with an ease that makes your stomach flip.

"Hey!" Izuku’s voice is sharp now, the calm politeness from before shifting into something more authoritative as he moves you behind him.

The man who crashed into you barely spares a glance your way. His focus snaps immediately to Izuku as a sneer curls on his lips. His entire presence oozes entitlement, like he owns the street beneath his feet.

"I don't have any spare change." he spits, his tone thick with disdain.

Your pulse kicks up, unease creeping beneath your skin. The man is tall and wiry, dressed in a suit so elaborate it probably costs more than your entire month’s rent. It's clear that he's the kind of rich that demands more from the world simply because he can.

"We don't need your money," you manage, squaring your shoulders. But he doesn’t even acknowledge you. His copper eyes locked on the man in the hero suit.

"I’m just here for drink," Izuku says smoothly, his voice measured. "No need to make a scene."

The man scoffs. "Right. Because that’s all you heroes ever do—just mind your business, huh?" Mockery drips from his lips, daring Izuku to react as air between them shifts. You’ve never seen anyone talk to Izuku like this—openly hostile, taunting. But what unsettles you more is how unfazed Deku seems. He doesn’t rise to it, doesn’t even blink. He just tilts his head slightly, his warm eyes now harsh.

"I don’t want any trouble," Izuku says, his voice steady, even—calm in a way that only makes the tension feel heavier. "But you need to apologize to my friend here."

The man sneers again, his lip curling like the mere suggestion is an insult. He doesn’t push further, though. Instead, his narrow copper eyes finally slide to you. There’s something sharp about them, something that gleams. He studies you, trailing over your face like he’s searching for something.

The sneer falters, just for a second. His brows pull together, the look flickering once again into something else. Uncertainty? Amusement? It’s hard to tell. But then his expression hardens again, his jaw clenching like he’s come to some conclusion you don’t understand.

A sleek black car pulls up to the curb, its presence too smooth and convenient. He exhales through his nose, his attention shifting away as if we’ve already become irrelevant. There’s no apology. No words at all. Just a slight, almost imperceptible nod in my direction.

As he moves, his fingers flick out in a lazy, dismissive wave, like Izuku is hardly worth his time. The car door swings open, swallowing him whole. The silence that follows as his car pulls off is heavy, charged with something neither of us can quite name.

Izuku exhales slowly. "That guy…" he mutters under his breath, eyes still on the retreating taillights. "I don’t like him."

Neither do you, but you won't admit that.

"Come on," you say instead, forcing your voice to sound steady. "I'm sure we won't see him again."

Author’s Note: Hey, darling! Long time no read… or, I suppose, long time no write on my part. Life has been a whirlwind lately—I’ve been buried in work on my personal novel, which has unfortunately made me slack a bit on my content here. But I haven’t forgotten about you all! I hope you're staying safe, warm, and surrounded by good things. (Also, sorry if this is clunky?? Writing in second person is so much harder since I haven't done it in so long.)

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[izumi-fanclub]

A3! Translation: Chikage SSR Card “Rouge Rose of Love” [Valentine’s Day Gossip]

How will Chikage deal with Valentine's Day this year? He receives a blessing and a curse of course.

Part 1

Chikage

Never thought I’d share lunch with Chigasaki.

Itaru

I mean, it’s just the pizza place if we’re looking at the big picture, that’s the only common link.

Pizza Shop Clerk

Thank you for waiting, here’s your parmesan and diavola.

Chikage

Thanks, diavola’s finally here.

Itaru

I’m surprised, I half expected it to look ridiculously red like some sort of challenge menu.

Chikage

Chigasaki-san, maybe you’re just not enough of a junkie?

Itaru

Ahaha, you’d be wrong.

Pizza Shop Clerk

Excuse me for interrupting your meal, but we’re passing out our new Chocolate Chunk pizza, would you like to sample them out?

Itaru

Hehh, looks good. Thanks for the food.

Pizza Shop Clerk

Thanks for your feedback! How about you, sir?

Chikage

Sorry but I’ll have to pass, my doctor told me to avoid sweets.

Pizza Shop Clerk

I see, I apologize. Please continue enjoying your meal.

Itaru

…Is that your new year’s excuse now?

Chikage

Whatever do you mean?

Itaru

It’s about to be Valentine’s soon.

Chikage

…Ahh, so that explains the chocolate on the new menu.

Itaru

That look on you, it definitely went over your head.

Chikage

Because I’m not interested.

Itaru

Senpai you might not be, but the female employees definitely are. I overheard them talking about giving out some love chocolate to a certain senior.

There used to be rumors of you having a fiancée, but they pretty much lost their status effect now.

You’ve gotten some before here and there too.

Chikage

Well, they say gossip stays around for about 75 days or so, someone out there probably thinks I’ve been married off silently.

Who am I to deny it, even.

Itaru

Come to think of it, you’re gonna go shopping with director-san today. Wouldn’t that be the perfect chance to get down on your knee?

Chikage

Kneeling in front of director-san in public would be too unfair to her.

…In any case, I feel guilty about pulling director-san into this mess, so I’ll try and think of something else.

Izumi

Wow, the star anises really have such a pretty shape to them!

Chikage

By the way, Tsuzuru said he’s gonna make fried rice tomorrow, buying this would make it more authentic, right?

Izumi

Hmm, that’s true but then again… they look so beautiful that it feels like such a waste.

Chikage

Then, how about we buy some cinnamon sticks and make some mulled wine?

Izumi

Sounds like a plan! Let’s go with that!

Spice Specialty Store Clerk

——Sorry to keep you waiting.

Regarding the spice you ordered, I checked and it seems like it’s gonna be delayed due to some logistics issues…

I apologize for not informing you in advance.

Chikage

No worries, so when can we expect to receive it?

Spice Specialty Store Clerk

I think you can get it in around 4 days.

Chikage

Four days from now… I have a meeting on that day, so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it before closing time.

Spice Specialty Store Clerk

I’m sincerely terribly sorry…!

Chikage

It’s fine, it’s not like we’re in a hurry. I’ll come by again on the weekend.

Izumi

Oh, well in that case, should I get it in your stead?

Chikage

You okay with that?

Izumi

Yup, I happen to have some errands nearby that day.

Chikage

Then please be my guest.

Izumi

Mhm, leave it to me!

Chikage

…Sorry, thank you as always.

Izumi

What’s wrong? You’re suddenly all serious…

Chikage

Nothing, just a lot on my mind.

Part 2

Tsumugi

…Whew, this mulled wine really hits the spot, it’s got some nice spices on it.

Citron

Gets me feeling all warm~

Azuma

The star anise adds a beautiful touch to it too.

Chikage

Director-san said the same thing too, so my suggestion on using it for fried rice was a no-go.

Azuma

Fufu, that makes sense. That’s definitely like her.

So, where’s the director at?

Chikage

Looks like the sleep got to her. To think she was the one who was looking forward to it the most.

Itaru

Sleeping this early is gonna mess up her sleep hygiene.

Azuma

Yeah, I received some chocolate that goes well with the alcohol, I wanted the director to try them out too.

Sakyo

You’ve got that pricey stuff on you again.

Banri

In a few days the place’s gonna get flooded with chocolate from everyone, so director-chan still got a chance to eat some.

Tsumugi

You’re right, Valentine’s is just around the corner.

Itaru

In other words, the overpowered senpai is gonna have his weakness revealed soon.

Chikage

This is a serious matter though.

Itaru

Just call it schadenfreude I guess.

Banri

Ain’t that old news?

Tasuku

So do you have any counter-measures in mind already?

Chikage

Nothing yet unfortunately.

Itaru

At lunch you turned down that chocolate pizza talking about some “My doctor told me not to eat it.” excuse.

Chikage

If I use that excuse at work, it’ll stir up a different kind of trouble.

Tsumugi

Hmm, then again it’s hard to come up with a reason to turn them down especially when it’s done out of the goodwill of the giver.

Chikage

But this year I got a full day’s worth of meetings scheduled so I think I can manage.

Banri

Oh, well that’s a relief.

Citron

It is no relief! Just a temporary solution! That will not do! The same troubles will appear again next year!

Itaru

…He’s being sensible for once.

Chikage

I forgot about it this year and couldn’t do anything so far, but next year I’ll be on a business trip.

Citron

No! That is still a temporary solution!

Banri

Feels like the issue’s just growing.

Citron

That is why we should practice rejection together!

Chikage

Practice rejection?

Azuma

Fufu, well isn’t this interesting.

Tasuku

That’s to be expected, honestly.

Itaru

…I’m not surprised anymore at this point, but still, why me?

Citron

But of course! This is a family matter for everyone!

Chikage

Sorry, Chigasaki.

Itaru

Nah, you don’t sound sorry at all. …Sigh, it’s a relief I got up and finished an event early.

Chikage

So Citron, we went all the way out in Veludo way, care to explain why that is?

Itaru

Yeah, you can practice rejection at the dorms.

Citron

That much is obvious. It is because we are actors! This is the only place to practice!

Chikage

That’s…

Itaru

Do you mean…

Citron

Frankly, a rejection etude! Yes!

Passerby A

Oh, isn’t that spring troupe?

Passerby B

It is! Think they’re up to doing a street act?

Chikage & Itaru

…

Itaru

…I’m not sure if I’m up for this.

Chikage

Let’s just get this over with.

Chikage & Itaru

…

Passerby A

…He’s looking at his phone, is he waiting for a notif?

Passerby B Maybe he’s checking the time.

Chikage

“Are you here to meet someone too?”

Itaru

“Eh?” Chikage

“I mean, isn't it Valentine's day?”

Itaru

“Yeah that’s true, some lady hit me up and told me to meet her here around 1pm.”

Chikage

“What a coincidence, I’m here for the same reason.”

“Whenever I get called out like this on Valentine’s Day, I get excited like some highschooler wondering what it’s for.”

Itaru

“Yeah, I get you. Me too.”

“Forgive me for prying but… have you decided on an answer yet?”

Chikage

“Hmm, I was thinking of turning down——”

Itaru

“Ehh, you too?”

Chikage

“So you’re in the same boat?”

Citron

“——Sorry, I was late!” Chikage & Itaru

“No, it’s fine——”

Chikage

“Ehh…”

Itaru

“Eh?”

Citron

“Eeh!? Chikage and Itaru, why are you both here…”

“...No way, silly me! I accidentally sent the message to both of you!”

Chikage & Itaru

“Huh…?”

Passerby A

… So basically, one of them’s the genuine one and the other is a backup?

Passerby B

Woah…

Chikage

“Um, Itaru-san, do you have a second?”

Itaru

“Yeah, of course. I was meaning to talk to you too.”

Chikage

“You can reject first.”

Itaru

“Eh, no way, that’d make me seem like the backup. You should be the first to actually say no.”

Chikage

“That’s gonna be a different story.”

Kanazuka

So this is Veludo Way. It’s my first time here, but there sure are a lot of people… Huh? Seems like there’s a crowd over there.

Chikage

“——I’m not giving up, even if I was just the second option, I can’t let it end like this!” Kanazuka

!? Is that Utsuki-san and Chigasaki-san from the company…!? This is unbelievable…!

Part 3

Chikage

Thanks for your hard work throughout the meeting.

Employee A

Great job as well. Ah, since it’s Valentine’s Day, I prepared some chocolate.

Employee B

This calls for tea time, then. I’ll go make some coffee. You drink coffee too, right, Utsuki-san?

Chikage

I——.

Employee A

Oops, I think Utsuki-san will get some from his girlfriend later.

Yeah, that’s right. Sorry about that, Utsuki-san.

Chikage

…? No it’s okay.

Then, I’ll take my leave.

Chikage

(If I head over there now, I think I can make it just in time for closing time. I wonder if I should contact director-san about how the spices are.)

Itaru

——Hey, senpai. You got a minute?

Chikage

Chigasaki?

Chikage

Is it something urgent? If it’s not, just tell me about it at home.

Itaru

Looks like the gossip hasn’t reached you yet.

Chikage

Gossip?

Itaru

Apparently, even though your fiancée is dating me now, there’s a rumor going around that you haven’t given up on her completely…

Chikage

…Hah?

Itaru

A co-worker saw that previous street act we did and mistook it for a fight between you and me.

Chikage

Street act…

You surely don’t mean the one where Citron pulled a bootcamp over dealing with “rejection”, right?

Itaru

That’s right, after all it wasn’t rehearsed at all and we ended up just going with the flow of Citron’s act.

Chikage

…So that explains it, is that why I felt a weird vibe during the meeting earlier?

Itaru

We’re actors, that’s understood by regulars of Veludo Way, but the co-worker that happened to witness it was someone unfamiliar with the whole concept.

Then the gossip mill jumped on the bandwagon and said stuff like “Maybe there’s some truth beneath the surface of that act.”

Chikage

Talk about a pain…

Itaru

You said it.

Chikage

(I kinda took advantage of that in the past, so I don’t really have the right to complain.)

Chikage

… Speaking of, what happened to the rumor that Chigasaki’s sister is my fiancée?

Itaru

I don’t know, I think they just assumed you’ve broken up.

Then, what do we do? Looks like senpai’s history with love is getting pretty complicated.

Chikage

Whatever, it’ll probably just die down soon anyway so I won’t do anything about it, I’ll just head home.

Besides, hanging around you like this might be counterproductive.

Itaru

True that. I’ll wrap up my overtime work and head home early too.

Chikage

(...Not sure if it’s the rumor’s effect or I’m just being overly conscious of it, but I didn’t get any chocolate at all.)

(...It could be better, but I guess it still works out in the end, that rumor will die down soon, and I’m sure the director——)

Izumi

Ah, Chikage-san!

Chikage

Director-san?

Izumi

I got to the store early and had some time so I thought of bringing it to you directly.

Chikage

That’s right, I was just thinking of telling you to meet there since I could make it before closing time, but…

I realized I completely forgot to do it.

Izumi

Really now? That’s pretty rare for you, Chikage-san.

Chikage

A bit of an unexpected issue came up.

Izumi

Good on you for dealing with it.

Chikage

… Director-san, are you in a good mood?

Izumi

Fufu, I just found something good, is all. Ah right, the spices, here you go.

Chikage

Thanks. You’re a huge help.

(... There’s a ribbon on it, is this part of the service?)

(From an outsider’s perspective, they’ll probably assume I’m receiving Valentine’s chocolate out of context.)

(Not sure if the director noticed, but I feel the gaze of people from the company around for a while now.)

Izumi

What’s up?

Chikage

Nothing, it’s just that it feels like a gift when it’s ribboned like this.

Izumi

It is… kind of a present.

Chikage

Present?

(There’s something else aside from the spices I asked her to pick up.)

Chikage

…Does this bottle also have spice?

[ Option 1: Open and see for yourself ] Izumi Open it and check it out. Chikage Right here? Izumi Is it not good here? Chikage That’s not the issue but… well I’ll just open it.

[ Option 2: It’s nothing suspicious ] Izumi Don’t worry, it’s not fishy or anything. Chikage Should I be concerned? Izumi No, I mean it! It really is just a gift. Chikage Well, as long as it’s director-san, I’ll believe it.

Chikage

…Chocolate?

Izumi

Yup, they’re spice seeds coated in chocolate, they were pretty good when I tried them out at the store!

I bought it thinking maybe Chikage-san could enjoy it too, it’s Valentine’s Day after all.

Chikage

…

Izumi

Oh, don’t worry about returning the favor, a tasty curry made with the spices would just be fine.

Chikage

(I didn’t mean to drag you into this again… I’m sure the gossip’s gonna get updated tomorrow.)

…It’s not my fault anymore, it’s the director’s.

Izumi

Hm?

Story Clear!

[kitsunexgari]

Summary: Byung-hun comes in for a photoshoot where you are working as an assistant. The head photographer is running pretty late and asks you to keep him busy. You soon find out he can't keep his hands off of you. Tags: Public Sex, Fantasy, Mild Exhibitionism, Light Dominance, Some Dirty talk Disclaimer: This is not meant to depict real people, places, or events. Story contains adult themes and all participants in these activities are of legal adult ages. Story content is not suitable for minors. Read with caution.

You have not been an assistant for long but even so, the job is very tiring. Rewarding but tiring. Initially, you thought that maybe you would be more involved with the process of taking photos. Actually taking them. Instead, you work for a pretty nightmarish and controlling witch who has to have everything just right in order to shoot a set of photos. Still, she is one of the best in the business. Clients of all walks of life, including celebrities, are constantly coming through the studio. You know that you can make some important contacts here and learn more skills to build a great reputation of your own. You learn to work with it because you know it will work better for you in the long run. 

One day she is running late. She calls you to tell you that you are going to have to take care of her next client for an hour or so because there is heavy traffic on the way back from her location shoot which she didn't take you on. You don't get to go on many of those because she always wants someone in the studio just in case. It's not too bad as it gives you time to practice your own work and take care of other things that need to get done. You assure her that the client will be well handled and there is nothing to worry about. You have done this many times before, after all. Just as you are hanging up, he walks into the studio and looks right at you. 

You hadn't had time to check the books to see the name of the client coming in and you didn't expect it to be him of all people. Someone that you have spent more hours fantasizing about than you ever want to admit. Byung-Hun. You already feel a blush rise up on your cheeks as he approaches your desk. 

"Good afternoon, sir." You say softly, unable to look directly at him. 

"I'm here to see Anastasia." 

"Yes, she's running a bit late. There was an accident and some traffic but I can take care of you until then. If you don't mind waiting." You tell him quickly, "Can I get you a drink?" 

"Sure, I have some time," He says going to take a seat on the couch, "Just a bottle of water or whatever is easiest." You nod and walk across the room to grab one of the bottles chilling in the fridge then come back to him and hold it out slowly. He takes it from you with a very charming smile and you hurry back to your desk trying your hardest not to stare at him. You sit behind your computer and try to look busy but you are worried about him getting bored with waiting. Anastasia doesn't like angry clients. She says that gives them a bad aura when she's trying to shoot. 

"I am sorry about this, it's not typical for her." You try to assure him. 

"It's fine, really, not in a hurry today." He says and glances at the TV that is on the wall in the waiting area. 

"The remote is, over there." You tell him and motion to where it is sitting on the table by the couch where he is. "At least it will give you something to do, right?" 

"Thanks." He says and picks it up. Since you don't have any clue what to actually talk to him about and fear you may say something very stupid if you have to keep talking to him, you attempt to focus on other work you have to do. Forms you need to fill out and clients that you have to email. 

You can't focus. Not only is he right there on the couch in front of you, you can smell him. It's intoxicating. You find yourself staring in his direction periodically before forcing yourself to look away. That is until the moment he catches you doing it. You panic and quickly look back down at your keyboard but he gets up and walks over to the desk, placing his hands on it, tapping his fingers lightly over the top of the wood. 

"I know that look," he says. 

"What look? I was just checking to make sure you were comfortable, sir." You say, unable to look at him once more. 

"Come on," He says, "You think I don't get that look a thousand times a day? I know what it means...I just usually don't get it from girls as cute as you." You are surprised to hear that and look up at him in shock. He thinks you're cute? Why is his voice so low and sensual? You lick your lips as suddenly your mouth has gone dry even if other places have become much wetter. 

"Cute?" You manage to choke out. 

"Oh yeah," He says and leans in to stroke your cheek, running a thumb over your lips softly, "Why keep fantasizing about it when you have the real thing right here in front of you?" All you are able to do is let out a soft squeak because you can't believe this is really happening. Can it be? You have to be dreaming again. That or the stress of this job has caused you to go completely insane but, does that matter right now? You aren't sure that you care. 

"You're serious?" You ask him. 

"Very serious, been awhile for me too...get so busy and lonely. This life isn't all it's cracked up to be and didn't you say she's running late?" He asks. 

"Yes but," 

"Shhh," He presses a finger over your lips gently and you go silent. You have no desire to contradict him and you are supposed to take care of as well as entertain the clients right? It would be bad for business if they got bored and left. "Stand up, come on." You nod stupidly and get to your feet. He looks you over before stepping around the desk and pulling you towards him. With a hungry glint in his eyes he captures your mouth in a kiss. His lips are much more soft and perfect than you could have ever dreamed of. 

When he pulls back you just stand there, staring at him breathlessly. He quickly shoves a few things off of your desk, grabs you by the hips and bends you over it. His hands run over your back to your skirt which he shoves up over your ass, gives it a nice firm slap with his hand causing you to yelp. His hand moves over the back of your thighs and between your legs. You mewl softly, when you feel his fingers on the crotch of your already soaked panties as he starts to tease you with those perfect fingers. 

"You really do want this, don't you?" He leans down to purr in your ear. 

"More than anything..." You gasp. He chuckles softly and slides your panties down, pressing your head to the desk as he unzips his pants. You can hear it but can't quite see what he's doing. Not that it matters, you wouldn't even care if you were blind folded. He moves in closer, you can feel him teasing your opening with his cock, which only gets you to moan, then whine, before he thrusts in. Firmly yet some how still very gentle. You groan and close your eyes as he starts to to move. Each time he thrusts he gets in a bit deeper. One hand holds your hair tightly, the other grasps your hip, enough that you are sure his fingers will leave bruises on your skin but you welcome that more than anything. 

"Like this?" He purrs breathlessly as he moves. He's good at this, far more than you could have dreamed up yourself. Even your own fantasies aren't this good. You close your eyes and moan again. 

"Yes...harder....please?" You beg. He starts to speed up, seemingly hitting every right place inside of you. Pleasuring nerves you weren't even sure you had. You hear him moan and a shiver runs through you, he starts to work his hips faster. You rock back towards him as the intensity rises. The heat inside of you, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the waiting room as he fucks you nice and hard. 

"Are you close? Huh? Going to cum all over my cock like a good girl?" He breathes. 

"Y-Yes...fuck...please let me cum!" You cry, wanting nothing more than that. He starts to pound into you at a feverish pace until you hit your climax and cry out. Your cunt clenching around his cock as you hear him groan loudly, one last time, as he cums too. His motions erratic, kind of jerky, he all but collapses on you, breathing down your neck as he licks and kisses at the skin there for a moment before pulling back. You feel him slip out of you and whine. You know you're going to miss that and it will be hard for anyone to top ever again. 

By the time you recover so you can grab your panties and make yourself decent again, he's already headed back to the couch. A grin on his face as he sits down and grabs his water bottle. You look at him bashfully as he takes a sip. Then you clear your throat, knowing that you are going to have to excuse yourself to get cleaned up. 

"I uh...should get cleaned up." You tell him sheepishly. 

"Alright," He says, "But don't stray too far, might have to go for round two if Anastasia keeps me waiting any longer." 

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Nature Walk!

“Hi friends! I’m Amanda!” Amanda beams, waving to the audience. 

“And I’m Wooly!” Wooly smiles, bouncing up and down. She and Wooly are standing outside a car as Sam is behind them putting things inside it. 

“Have you gone outside at all recently? Breathed some fresh air?” Amanda asks the screen, taking in a deep breath. Sam immediately whips his head around with concern. Amanda starts coughing. Wooly grimaces. 

“Kinda hard with all the pollution in the city lately…” Wooly mumbles sadly. “Mom keeps telling us to stay inside…”

“Preeeecisely! Which is why our local librarian Kate is taking all of us on a Nature Walk in a nature conservation area SEVERAL miles away! Wooly’s mom is busy,” Amanda explains. Wooly looks away awkwardly. ”So Dad’s driving all of us!”

“Me too! Me too!” Fleecy says jumping up and down.

“Yes Fleecy, you too…” Wooly says, patting her on the head. The episode suddenly cuts to them arriving at the nature conservation area.

“Bye Dad! See ya later.” Amanda beams waving as she quickly jumps out of the car and runs to her friends, who are all chatting by the big map. 

“Have fun!” Sam smiles, waving back. 

“Thanks for the drive Mr. Colton…” Wooly says. 

“Anytime Wooly.” 

“Here Fleecy, take my hand and jump.” 

“No! I can do it all by myself!” Fleecy insists, before immediately jumping out of the car and falling on her face. Wooly facepalms. Fleecy seems completely unbothered by this fall, she immediately gets up and runs over to Joanne and Jordan. 

“Wait Fleecy! Bug spray!” Wooly calls out, running after her. Sam laughs and shakes his head. Riley walks over. 

“Hey, can I ride back with you?” 

“You aren’t going to stick around?” Sam asks. 

“And waste this perfect opportunity? Sam. The kids are distracted!” 

“I mean, yeah. But can Kate handle all of the neighborhood kids by herself? I’m a little worried…” Sam mumbles, tapping his chin. “They tend to be very energetic after all…” 

“She can handle it! She's not the head librarian for nothing! Now hurry up, let's go! I got something to show you!” Riley pushes Sam back towards the car. 

“Hold on… Amanda!” Sam calls out. Amanda perks up and immediately runs back over. “Don’t forget your lunch. Be sure to have fun out there, alright?” 

“Oh I will!” Amanda grins. Then she gives her dad a big hug. 

“And be good for Ms. Kate, okay?” Sam whispers. 

“Oh please! When have I not been good?” Amanda smirks. 

“That’s true.” Sam says, patting her head. 

“Don’t worry Dad! I got it all under control! I am an adventurer after all!” 

“Yes you are!”

“Alright Dad I love you that means you can go now!” Amanda laughs. 

“Love you too. I’ll come pick you up later…” 

“See ya later squirt!” Riley says, pointing finger guns at her. 

“You’re not staying?” Amanda asks sadly. 

“Nah I got some work to do.” Riley replies. Amanda shrugs and waves to her father one last time before returning to her friends. “Now let’s get this show on the road! Whoop! Whoop!” Sam rolls his eyes. 

“Okay… so we have Amanda, Wooly, Fleecy, Jordan, Kitty, Dolly, and Gretchen. Now… where’s Riley?” Kate mumbles. 

“Riley went home with Dad!” Amanda answers. 

“Of course they did.” Kate grumbles, shaking her head. “Alright let’s do the buddy system. Everybody pair up!” 

“Hey Amanda can we-” 

“Amanda let’s be buddies!” Kitty suggests. 

“Oooooh! Yeah that sounds fun!” Amanda beams. Wooly’s ears lower in disappointment. 

“Fleecy?” he turns and sees she’s already paired up with Jordan. “Oh… um…” he looks around anxiously. 

“Amanda and Kitty… Fleecy and Jordan… Dolly and Gretchen… oh! Wooly… do you not have a buddy?” Kate asks softly. Wooly nods. “Well you can be my buddy, how’s that sound?” Wooly looks at the ground. 

“I wanna go home…” he pouts, kicking a stone. 

“Co-come on Wooly don’t be like that!” Kate laughs nervously. “We haven’t even started yet!” 

“Amanda! Amanda! The chicks are getting bigger!” Kitty says. “You really should come over and see sometime!” 

“Oh definitely! I’ll ask my Dad!” Amanda replies. Wooly’s ears perk up. 

“Can I come too?” he asks eagerly. 

“Of course!” Kitty beams. Wooly starts bouncing up and down excitedly. “You really like those chicks, don’t you, Wooly?” he nods rapidly. 

“They’re so cute!” 

“Wooly’s being a big dork again!” Jordan calls out. 

“When is that not true!” Fleecy giggles. Wooly buries his face in his ears. 

“Now kids, that's not very nice…” Kate says gently. Fleecy rolls her eyes. 

“Mommy says it all the time so it’s fine!” Fleecy explains. Wooly’s eyes widen. “In fact, I’m pretty sure she says way-” 

“Fleecy! Quiet!” he snaps.

“Yeah seriously you two are being such bullies!” Amanda pouts. “Keep it up, and I’ll make it so Wooly can never play with you again!” 

“Amanda…” Wooly squeaks, “is that a threat?” 

“Wha? Wooly, why are you scared?” 

“Well it sounded kind of ominous…” Kitty admits. “Like you were going to break his leg or kill him or something!” 

“No, I just meant he’d stay at my house all the time and I wouldn’t let him go home!” 

“So… kidnapping?” Dolly grimaces. 

“Fun!” Gretchen smiles.

“Honestly that doesn’t sound half-bad…” Wooly mumbles. Fleecy gasps dramatically and she grabs onto Wooly’s leg. “Hey! Fleecy let go!” 

“NO! You can’t have my brother!” Fleecy shouts. Wooly smiles. 

“It’s okay Fleecy, we're only teasing you.” Wooly chuckles. 

“Te-teasing?” Fleecy frowns. 

“Yeah Fleecy, they're just messing with you!” Jordan says. Fleecy scowls and immediately lets go, promptly walking back to Jordan. 

“You can keep him.” she pouts. Wooly’s jaw drops. 

“She’s getting rid of meeeee…” Wooly whimpers. Amanda pats him on the back. 

“There there Wooly I’ll never get rid of you.” she says. 

“You mean it?” 

“Of course! Ah, I know! Why don’t you join our group! We’ll be a trio!” 

“I won’t be in the way?” 

“Never! C’mon!” Amanda beams, grabbing Wooly’s hand. “We’ll be the leaders!” 

“What? Why do you get to be the leaders?” Jordan protests. 

“Because there are three of us!” Amanda concludes. Kitty nods.

“I should be the leader because I know the most about flowers and plants!” Gretchen announced. 

“Wait! Gretchen! We should be the caboose and make sure no one gets left behind! I’m really good at keeping watch!” Dolly suggests.

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Jordan snickers. 

“Caboose? Are we on a train? Jordan! Are we on a train?!” Fleecy says excitedly, shaking Jordan around. 

“Oooooh. She gets it from you I see…” Kitty remarks to Wooly, who starts laughing a bit. Fleecy looks at them and then to Jordan who says nothing. 

“Okay everyone! Let’s go on our walk!” Kate announces. Everyone cheers and starts walking. 

“Oh look, it's a robin!” Kitty points out, “I always liked the color of their eggs!” 

“I wonder if we’ll see any pigeons!” Wooly remarks. Amanda and Kitty both look at him with crinkled faces. “What?” 

“Wooly this is the woods-” 

“Yeah maybe we’ll see one!” Amanda snickers, elbowing Kitty. Kitty sighs and shakes her head. 

“I wanna see a… a dinosaur!” Fleecy announces, holding her arms out wide to show the dino’s big size.

“Fleecy, you can’t see dinos in the woods! Dino’s live in the deserts! We might see some monkeys though!” 

“Ooooh Amanda look! Clovers!” Wooly points out. 

“Don’t touch those! It’s poison ivy! Look at the three leaves!” Dolly shouts, shoving Wooly directly into a bush. Gretchen smacks her forehead. 

“We really should get these kids in school…” Kate sighs, shaking her head. The episode cuts to a montage of the kids enjoying their time on the hike. Seeing different birds, plants, and animals. They stop at the top of a big hill and eat lunch. 

“What? But we didn’t pack lunch!” Wooly gasps, tugging his ears. 

“Don’t worry Wooly! My dad packed some for you guys too! I stuck it in my backpack!” Amanda announces proudly, handing him a lunch bag labeled “Wooly” 

“What would we do without your dad?” Wooly sighs happily.

“Hate each other for eternity? I don’t know.” Amanda shrugs. Wooly looks at her with confusion. Amanda shrugs again and hands Fleecy her sandwich. She takes a big bite out of it and recoils, sticking out her tongue. 

“Ew! Peach jam?! Gross!” 

“Fleecy, you love peach jam, it's literally all you eat.” Wooly groans. 

“B-but this doesn’t taste the same as the kind Mom uses!” 

“That’s because Dad bought it fresh from Kitty’s farm!” Amanda announces. Wooly takes a bite. 

“Wow… it really is fresh! Mr. Colton is so nice!” Wooly says. Amanda nods proudly. 

“Well it’s disgusting!” Fleecy snaps. “Fleecy, you are being very rude!” Wooly retorts. She sticks out her tongue at him. 

“Fleecy come on it can’t be that bad…” Jordan mumbles. Fleecy sighs and takes another bite and another… scowling the whole time. 

“Once everyone finishes their lunch, I brought cupcakes!” Kate announces. Suddenly Fleecy attempts to shove the entire sandwich into her mouth. 

“Fleecy don’t do that you’ll choke!” Wooly gasps. 

“Stop worrying about her so much, Wooly, just have fun!” Kitty smiles, sneaking up behind Wooly and putting her hands on his shoulders, causing him to flinch. 

“Bu-but!” 

“Yeah Wooly! Enjoy the view!” Amanda says. Kitty starts rummaging through her little satchel. She grins. 

“In fact, let’s take a picture in front of it with my brand new Kiddie Camera!” Kitty announces. Amanda and Wooly’s eyes widen in awe. “Ms. Kate! Ms. Kate! Can you take our picture?” 

“Oh that’s a good idea Kitty, I should get a picture of all of you to send to your parents afterwards as well!” Kate beams. She tries to get all the kids together for the photo. “Amanda, stop putting bunny ears behind Wooly…” Wooly immediately gasps and glares at Amanda who quickly hides her hand behind her back and makes an innocent expression. “Jordan, Fleecy, stop making weird faces. Everyone smile, we’ll take a silly photo afterward… Wooly… Wooly come on please smile. Dolly eyes over here-” Kate sighs and smiles. “I’m giving you to the count of three and whatever the camera catches is what you’re stuck with alright? 1, 2, 3! Now let’s have some cupcakes!” 

“What if I blinked?” Wooly worries. 

“Amanda did bunny ears again.” Kitty tells him. 

“Tattle-tail!” Amanda retorts. 

“Amanda!” Wooly gasps. The three notice that everyone got back to the picnic blanket before them, and they all rush to sit down. Kate hands out the cupcakes and the children all happily enjoy them. 

“Haha! Fleecy you have frosting on your nose!” Wooly chuckles. Fleecy pouts, takes some frosting off her cupcake and sticks it on Wooly’s nose. Amanda laughs so Wooly takes some frosting and sticks it on her nose. 

“Oooh! My turn my turn!” Kitty exclaims. 

“Yeah no fair I want some too!” Jordan complains. “The cupcakes go in your mouths, not all over your faces!” Kate reminds them.

“Yes Ms. Kate.” the kids say in unison, a couple of them groaning. After everyone finishes their cupcakes, they head back down the trail. 

“Hey Fleecy and Jordan have been kind of quiet huh?” Amanda points out. 

“Quiet? Uh-oh that’s never good!” Wooly says nervously looking around. Fleecy suddenly appears behind them. 

“Look at this cool snake we found!” Fleecy beams as Jordan sticks up a snake wrapped around his arm. They chase the other kids down the trail with it as Kate chases them trying to get the snake out of their possession. 

“Dolly, I made you this bead necklace, I hope you like it!” Gretchen says, handing Dolly the bracelet as they peacefully trail behind the chaos. 

“Aw Gretchen I love it!” Dolly frantically looks around and picks a yellow flower, “here, for you!” 

“Awwww Dolly, that's my favorite flower! Thank you!” Gretchen beams, clapping her hands together. Kate finally catches the snake and sets it free. 

“Awww… that was fun though…” Amanda sighs. 

“I thought it was going to kill meeeee!” Wooly cries. Amanda gently pats his back. 

“Hey Wooly, one of our pigs had babies recently. I got pictures saved on my camera, wanna see?” Kitty asks. Wooly immediately scoots in right next to her with big round sparkling eyes. Amanda rummages through her back and finds a little something… 

“Hey Jordan… Fleecy… look what I found…” Amanda grins wickedly, placing it on Fleecy’s shoulder. 

“SPIDER!” Fleecy screams at the top of her lungs. Jordan takes the spider and chucks it out of view before they run away. 

“My plastic spider…” Amanda says sadly. 

“I’ll get you another one…” Kate sighs. The rest of the walk goes smoothly and the group has a lot of fun chatting with each other, so the walk is over before they know it. Amanda runs over the moment she sees Sam standing outside the car and gives him a big hug. 

“Hey kiddo, how was it?” 

“It was a BLAST! We had such a great time!” Amanda grins. 

“Yeah? How about you Wooly, did you have fun?” he asks. 

“Yeah it was the best! Kitty told us so much about animals! Apparently pigeons don’t live in the woods!” 

“You… thought they did before?” Sam asks, sounding a little concerned. Amanda starts laughing. “And Fleecy, did you have a good time?” 

“Yeah, you can go home without me. I’m going home with Jordan!” Fleecy announces.

“No you’re not!” Wooly retorts. Fleecy’s lower lip starts quivering. 

“Unfortunately Fleecy, your Mommy says you have to come home with us, but I can let her know you want to have a playdate sometime. How does that sound?” 

“Okay…” Fleecy pouts.

“Alright Kate! I got the kids, we’re going home now!” 

“Got it!” Kate calls out. Sam turns to Riley, who is still in the front seat. 

“Thanks for all your help today, Riley.” 

“No problem.” Riley shrugs. They don’t move. Sam taps his foot. 

“We’re going home now.” 

“Okay.” 

“That means you need to get out of my car.” 

“Can’t I ride home with you?” 

“I already told you no.” 

“Ooooh he’s using the dad voice!” Amanda whispers to Wooly. 

“Come on Sam please? Kate is hell when she’s mad!” Riley begs. 

“Not in front of the kids-” Sam stops and takes a deep breath before releasing a disappointed sigh. “That’s not my problem Riley. Get out of the car.” 

“Fiiiine.” Riley sighs leaving the car. “See ya kids!” 

“Bye Riley!” Amanda beams. 

“Don’t make Kate mad next time, alright?” Wooly suggests, scratching his arm. Amanda looks over at him a tad bit worriedly. 

“Are you okay there kid?” Riley questions. 

“It’s just really itchy…” 

“I told you that bush had poison ivy in it!” Amanda replies. 

“Oh for the love of-” Sam groans.

“Well have fun with that Sam!” Riley laughs nervously, quickly walking back over to Kate.  

“Ditching me to hang out with Sam I see?” Kate mumbles. 

“I wasn’t going to let him do all that work alone Kate!” Riley replies. 

“Oh but you’ll let me work all alone? I see how it is.” Kate says jokingly before lightly punching Riley’s arm. “I’m just kidding! I knew you were going to do that!” 

“You know, you and Sam could’ve done the work and I could’ve played with the kids.” Riley shrugs. 

“Haha. Absolutely not.”  “Hey!” Riley calls out. The credits roll and the episode ends. Next time on Amanda The Adventurer, two new friends move into the neighborhood!

Authors Note: Don't ask me what the pollution bit was SUPPOSED to be I have no clue. I was just thinking about how with the wildfires some neighborhoods become unsafe for children to play outside. I realize that it's a little dark but idk it still fits the Amanda vibe so...

A lot of lore in this one, and gee I sure love making references to the games in innocent ways! Let me know if these get too on-the-nose! That said, it seems majority rule for the old ocs to make a comeback (sorry to the one person who didn't want them to comeback, but I kind of want them back too so... honestly thanks for being honest!)

I'm going to start moving this story along tho... so idk look forward to that ig? It's really nice to write something that isn't for school like this. It's a nice way to unwind...

[fandom-lover2]

Sacrifices - Pt 4

Word Count - 1615

Part 3

We stood gathered under Ratchet’s shade as Ultra Magnus’ ship came in for a landing.

Fowler had already sent the co-ordinates of where the ship could land once the Autobots had salvaged all they could from the grounded ship.

The wait felt like eternities within those minutes that the ship powered down and the dust settled. Then, the ramp began lowering and the Autobots came into view.

I scanned them, and my heart clenched at the lack of a certain red and blue mech. Then came the roar of engines, and from the same direction as the ship, a figure was making its decent towards us.

It roared like jet engines, and had the same blue afterburner effect as the figure dropped the last hundred feet to the ground with a thud.

My chest felt like it was going to explode as my legs began moving before my mind told them to.

He’d landed about the same distance away as the ship, but a little ways away from it.

When I began sprinting, he began moving towards me as well, strides faster than normal as we rushed towards one another. Once close enough, he dropped to his knees and scooped me up and brought me to cradle me against his chassis.

I stretched my arms wide, trying to give him a hug as best I could.

“I missed you so much.” I tried to say, but I’d started crying somewhere during all this so it came out all broken and weak. “I knew you weren’t dead, and I tried to get the others to believe me.”

“Shh,” he reassured, bringing me up further to be eye-level with me. “I am here now, Little Star.” He moved his helm forward, resting his forehead against my own. “I am here.”

I sighed into the feeling, relaxing into the cool metal of him.

He was here, his feel, his aura, his everything.

Optimus was back, alive, looking a whole lot cooler and holding me again.

He pulled away gently after a while, moving me back as well so he could look at me. Only, he didn’t look at me, he looked down at the ground.

“Y/n, I-”

“It’s ok.” I interrupted, reaching out a hand that didn’t reach anywhere near him.

He looked up at me, brows scrunched in worry despite the shock in his eyes.

“It’s ok.” I said again, smiling.

“You mean so much to me.” he finally spoke, reaching out with a single digit from the servo that wasn’t holding me to gently wipe the tears from my cheeks.

I caught his digit in a hug. “I know Optimus.” I reassured, looking into his optics.

He smiled, then pulled me to his chassis once again and just held me close, wrapping me in both his servos and cradling me.

I leaned into him again, and was content to listen to the steady thrums of his spark.

I don’t know how long we stayed there, it felt like minutes but also felt as though it was hours of just being with one another, healing the weeks of pain we’d been through.

Eventually though, we needed to return to the real world.

Optimus gently moved me away from him, standing slowly as I looked up at him.

“You’ve changed.”

He smiled down at me as he began walking, going to join the others who were busy carting stuff from the downed ship to the military hanger.

Ultra Magnus eyed us as though we were the oddest things in the universe he’d ever seen.

I couldn’t help but laugh internally.

Ratchet spotted us and hurried over, smiling widely. “Welcome back, Optimus.”

“Good to see you, old friend.” he replied, placing a hand on his medic’s shoulder strut.

Everyone had reconnected with the Prime while still at Darkmount, then Optimus had remained behind to ensure all the Decepticons had cleared out while the rest took Ultra Magnus’ ship back to Ratchet and us.

Fowler had arranged for us to be picked up via chopper, while Ratchet and the bots transferred everything still usable from the grounded ship onto Magnus’ one, before heading to the military base closest to Jasper.

Hanger E was now our new home.

Ratchet’s optics jumped around, taking in all the changes to his oldest friend, before looking down at me. “Told ya so.”

He nodded, a flash of guilt covering his face plates for just a moment before he met my eyes again. “You’d think I’d have learned to not question you by now.”

I shrugged, looking up to Optimus. “He’s just too cool to die.”

“Dude! Stop hogging him!”

We all looked down at Miko’s grumbling.

I’d never realized how small us children really were, until Jack, Miko and Raf hurried over to Optimus. Now I understood why the bots always looked so uneasy as they walked near us, almost as if they were tiptoeing on eggshells.

They were tiny, like little ants. But certainly not as silent. They all spoke at once, cheering for my guardian’s return and beginning to fill him in on all that had happened in his absence.

Optimus knelt, smiling down at my peers as he lower edme, offering his servos for us all to be seated in his hold. “It is wonderful to see you all again, little ones.” he greeted them.

“They have been insufferable in your absence.” Ratchet snarked.

I glared over at the medic, but then started laughing. I could his servos actually shaking at the effort it was taking to not start scanning and prodding every inch of Optimus.

I opened my mouth, ready to call him out on it, when Fowler’s voice hailed us from within the hanger. “Bring it in y’all.”

We looked into the hanger, where he stood on one of the catwalks.

The bots began to file in, Optimus keeping us secure as he walked slowly, joining the semi-circle the bots had formed around the agent.

June stood beside the agent.

“On behalf of the President, and the Joint Chiefs, I thank you all for your selfless heroism in defense of this planet. I’m only sorry the world can’t yet know of your undying dedication, because I for one owe you my life, my liberty and my future.”

Then, he straightened out and saluted the group.

I looked up at Optimus, seeing if he would return the gesture. But all he did was nod in reply.

Hard to use one hand while holding four little humans.

“Sir,” Ultra Magnus called out, and Optimus turned slightly to face his lieutenant. “I am honoured to relinquish the command of the Autobots to you.”

“Welcome to Earth, Ultra Magnus.” Optimus officially greeted, and when he saw the lieutenant’s optics drop to us, he added, “And, to team Prime.”

“There is a lot for me to learn of this world.” Ultra Magnus admitted, eyeing us uneasily.

“Ok,” Miko broke the seriousness. “Someone had got to say it, Optimus 2.0 is rad.” she held up her hands in a ‘rock and roll’ gesture before turning. “Imagine what the Forge could do to your body.” She aimed at Ratchet.

My mouth dropped open. “Miko!”

Raf facepalmed while Jack began to chastise her.

Why of all the bots did she have to target Ratchet like that? He hadn’t even done or said anything.

The medic scoffed, having long since learned it wasn’t worth the fight of further conversation.

But then her words sunk in and we all turned, Ratchet and Smokescreen parting to reveal the Forge of Solus resting against the hanger wall.

“Is it true? That the Forge has been drained of it’s power?” The lack of an answer was all the answer we all needed.

I watched, ready to jump to Smokescreen’s defense as Ratchet approached him.

“And any hope of restoring the Omega Lock with it.” The medic added, keeping his gaze on the former guard.

“I… did what I thought was right.”

If Ratchet was about to fight him on choosing Optimus’ life over Cybertron, I would throw a can at the old afthole.

“And your instincts have again proven to be quite sound.”

Well, that was as good a compliment you’d get from him.

Smokescreen turned to Ratchet in surprise, but all the medic did was nod at the younger bot with a small smile.

Someone spoke, I’m not sure who, and the gathered group began to have small discussions amongst themselves. But I didn’t hear any of it.

Bulkhead approached, taking Miko from Optimus. Bee followed after, opting to remain beside Optimus as he spoke with Raf. Jack looked over to the catwalks as his mother and Arcee began to talk.

I looked around the group. It was a miracle any one of us was alive.

Yes, all hopes of restoring their planet was well and truly gone. Cybertron was once again forever lost. But they were not.

 The bots, my friends, my family, were still alive. Still here to fight another day. Still on this planet and ready to face whatever came their way.

I looked up at Optimus, and found him watching the group, his team, his family, with a content smile on his faceplates.

Megatron was still out there, with old and new powerful allies. But we too had grown and improved.

The war was not over, not yet, but he could feel it as well as I could. Something had shifted. The end was nearer than ever before. In who’s favor, and what would be left to rule, no one would know until the dust settled.

But for now, we were all back together. And Primus help Megatron if he tried to go up against Optimus now.

Tags: @nyan-toaster @ameryhn

Commission Information

[mrsarnasdelicious]

On the table - Sihtric

"It is high time I have you." Sihtric growls. "You make it sound like I kept you waiting for ever." You cooe. "You practically have." Sihtric says. He picks you up and sits you down on the table. "It's only been a week." You tell him. "A full week." He huffs. "In which you were off to Winchester." You reply. "You could have joined us." Sihtric complains.

"Hush, kiss me." You tell him. "Yes, my love." Sihtric whispers.

He leans in to kiss you sensually while he runs his hands up your thighs, to the lacing of your breeches. He is most certainly not wasting time. Not that he ever will, not on taking off your clothes. He knows how to take his time on you, but he will never not be impatient about getting you out of whatever you are wearing.

You take his hands with your own. You are going to try to make him hold out a little bit. "Not so fast, my love." You purr. "You make me greedy. I need you." Sihtric murmurs. He closes the distance to kiss you again and you taste his need. It tastes good. You relish it, you kiss back slowly, sensually. Sihtric moans against your lips.

His fingers twine with yours, before he moves your hands out of his way. He is determined to undress you. And you are determined to keep things slow. Though you are rather sure Sihtric won't be so patient. You know his greed for you very well by now.

"I want you." He whispers. "I know." You cooe. This makes him huff. "Don't play coy." He growls. "I'll play how I like. You are rushing. I don't want to rush this. I want to make love, not just hump." You whisper. Sihtric flushes a little bit. "I am sorry .. I just get so ... so greedy when I see you." He mutters.

You flush in your turn. You have been wed for a good few years and yet Sihtric acts like a love drunk fool.

You draw him in for another kiss. He groans against your lips. He is very eager to touch you in any way possible. In any way you allow him. He never takes what you are unwilling to give. But you never come to him unwillingly. You know he will give himself fully to you. You know he enjoys giving you pleasure. His tongue licks at the seam of your lips and you open yourself for him. Sihtric moans in delight. And you adore the sounds of him.

You wander your hand to his breeches. He rolls his pelvis into your touch and moans again. He is so eager! And so hard. You fumble with the fastenings and draw them open to slip your hand into both his breeches and his smalls. Sihtric groans, bucking into your touch. "Now who is rushing." Sihtric smirks. "Hush." You tell him, giving him a slow jerk. Sihtric groans darkly.

He drops his breeches and smalls and then pulls down yours. "L-line me up." He gasps. His eyes are dark with lust. You oblige, lining him up, rubbing his glans against your folds. Sihtric's pelvis bucks forward and his glans breaches your folds. You both moan eagerly. "So warm, so wet." He groans. He pushes on, slowly shoving his whole cock inside you. Right where he belongs. "Oh Gods," You moan. "The Gods meant you for me." Sihtric grabs you by the hip.

He ploughs you like he has something to prove.

"What has come over you, Sihtric??" You moan. "Do you even need to ask." Sihtric groans. He retracts almost all the way. You whine softly, feeling empty without him lodged so deeply inside you. "Want me back?" Sihtric teases. "Yes please." You purr. "Ask nicely." He smirks.

You reach out and grab him by the hip. "Pup me." You order him firmly. Sihtric swallows audibly. He is so weak for your assertion. He can't but oblige. "Yes lady." He whispers. He continues to slam into you, hard and deep. "Gods, Sihtric!" You cry out. "Yes, call my name out to the Gods, yes my love, yes!" Sihtric growls back at you.

"I'm close, love." He grunts.

"Do it, hurry. give me a pup." You moan. "I will, wife, I will." Sihtric replies, as he spends himself deep inside you.

[halfbaked00q]

#YES!!!! #honestly i was oversimplfying in the other post because i was hurrying to get it out before the train left the station and i lost wifi lolol #really my answer is more nuanced in that they are BOTH some flavor of dog all the time (bond is a dog who likes having orders and q is a #dog who has Something to Protect etc etc) #and sometimes they're both doing that and it's chill and sometimes bond is the cheetah and i Do think there are occasions on which q is #the cheetah. but it's a strange twisted up backwards sort of way #like hmm. how to describe the very specific vibe i have in my head #situation i was thinking of is specifically q has been Livestock Dog all day and in lots of different directions #because that's the thing right with q he has his flock but they're all over the world usually (q branch is also His but they're easier #because they're physically nearby as opposed to the agents that are out in th world in active danger) #and this stresses him tf out because he wants to be able to protect all of them and the nature of the job is #that he can't but he's Trying to in as many directions as he can #and i think in that specific flavor of situation bond would be the dog to his cheetah but with the added layer that bond is very much His #dog the whole time. and it works mostly by dint of bond's presence being calming in that Look Here's One (Your Favorite One) #He's Yours And He's Safe. take a breath and eat something and maybe delegate #i also enjoy q best when he us very in control of everything i just also enjoy it when this is simultaneously the source of problems for him #when situations appear in which it would be best for him to give the control up a little and he can't make himself do it because what if #something happens to his flock yknow #and in those situations bond would be the calming dog not in an in control calm dommy sort of way but in the exact other way. the subbiest #possible way. the look i'm here i'm doing well i'm yours put your teeth and your hands to my throat if you'd like sort of way #am i explaining this coherently? fuck if i know. i was napping two minutes ago and half of my brain still is (via @weidli)

No I think I get you lol it’s the like.. they are each others’ safe harbor/Home-ism of it all. Like one can’t be On all the time, they need a safe place to decompress & relax. (For me tho I personally like it more when the flavor is Q relaxes by being able to Take Care of Bond vs the like “he’s in control all the time so he needs to give up control to relax” – cuz like that’s not automatically true for everyone and also for me I think Q knows he isn’t in control all the time/he can’t control anything (if nothing else he got a Very Real lesson of that in Skyfall), whereas Bond is the one who almost compulsively HAS to be On all the time cuz if he isn’t On all the time in the field He Will Die. So being able to let go of control is more of a foreign concept to him and also a novelty and a marvel.)

But I do like the idea of Bond being a form of outlet for Q, it’s like… there’s so many variables out in the wild he can’t control, but with Bond this is a very tangible thing he can do. It’s like the idea of you may not be able to help the whole world, but you can help one person – or maybe like, you can’t adopt all of the dogs in need of a good home in the world, but you can make all of the difference to This One Specific Dog :P

But no I agree of like. Bond also being a calming/centering/grounding presence for Q in the like. Look, you are making a difference. You mean something – everything, even – to me. And it’s making all of the difference in the world.

(but yeah lmao also to expound on this even if idk if anyone actually wants me to- The reason I personally don’t favor Q as cheetah-coded is cuz I feel like cheetah-coding is like, Neuroses & Ambiguous Disorder-coding and I think if either of them is the Neurotic one, it’s Bond with all of his Ambiguous (and Unambiguous but Resolutely Undefined - if he doesn't Look At Them then surely they can't see him) Disorders. also Q gets assigned The Neurotic One a lot in fanon and I’m like, let’s shake it up, let Bond be the manic pixie dream girl disaster nightmare and Q be the Well Adjusted One (well, yk, the As Well Adjusted As One Working at MI6 Can Be one). Feels like very often even if they're like Q's just a normal guy he almost compulsively gets assigned a host of insecurities and etc. idk man he's kind of silly but I don't think this means he HAS to have a fundamental unsurety about himself. Let him be Confident perhaps even too much so but like clearly that's been/being tempered by Experience. Make his flaw be hubris not insecurity. Which is like not to say he doesn't also need gentleness & comfort & care & reassurance like I agreee I think as much as Bond can get a lot from Q, Q can get a lot from Bond. But yeah in more of a like. Yes even if I can't save the whole world, I can at least save him kind of way- which I think is what ur kind of getting at too maybe? <3)

meanwhile, Iiiii am marinating on the idea of Bond getting a handcrafted leather collar from Q (lovingly handcrafted, of course, by Q). it would be soooo good for him, it'd be like having Q's hand at his throat and on his nape all the time. it'd be a tangible sign that Q wants him and more importantly, wants to keep him. it would keep him soooo anchored and centered and grounded. it would be so so good for him and he would love it so much

[sunmontuewrites]

FFS I had to use EXCEL to do some photo editing and that is sheer ridiculousness but every time I opened Pixlr or Adobe the fucking AI tried to "help" me and I'm like, I know I haven't fucking used you in a while but I don't need you to do it for me, I KNOW what I want to do.

I love technology but FUCKING HELL.

Excel. I used EXCEL.

[halffizzbin]

The more times I re-watch Lost the madder I get that ANYONE still wants to leave the island once they discover there are showers and processed foods. What more do you even need? Smartphone-induced insomnia?? Office jobs????? Robocalls??? Vacuuming???? INCOME TAX????????

[moongothic]

On the train of your last ask, what are your thoughts on dragons sexuality?

Personally I think he’s Demi something (more attracted to personality than looks or gender)

Honestly because we don't know that much about the guy it's kind of hard for me to form an opinion, and if Crocodad Real then we're going to find out his orientation eventually (since we gotta find out if that was a contributing factor to the Dragodile Divorce (assuming they're divorced)) so I'm kind of okay with not forming any headcanons, since the headcanon could get thrown out the window

If anything, what interests me is how Dragon's orientation could impact the story-- like when I've discussed the Dragodile Divorce I have mainly focused on speculating how Crocodile would've felt about it, but how Dragon felt about that is interesting too

Because if he's straight then yeah that probably contributed to The Divorce, but how did Dragon feel about it? Learning that the love of his life is now happier than ever before after transitioning and being happy for him, while also losing the version of Crocodile that he fallen in love to begin with? No longer feeling thet draw to him because of the thing that has brought him so much joy and comfort? Knowing that even if they did take down the WG the family Dragon had hoped to have would never come to be, because their relationship would now end? And that it would be on some level his fault, because he's not attracted to Crocodile anymore?

Like even if Dragon took things well and the divorce happened "on good terms", it would've been sad for Dragon too.

But then there's a slightly juicier option, because what if Dragon was bi, but the Divorce happened under unpleasant circumstances (be it Dragon lashing out or things getting violent because he couldn't recognize Crocodile) and he didn't figure it out until it was too late?

Because you'd still have Dragon going through some if not all of those previously mentioned feelings, of having to come to terms with the version of his significant other whom he had fallen in love with no longer existed, the family had pictured in his mind would never become a thing, that those things were be kind of his fault and that he had hurt Crocodile deeply in the process. But then he'd be looking at some news article of Crocodile's most recent heroic stunt, seeing his handsome face with that usual, unbothered expression, and realizing he still loved him? That he still wanted to be with him, wished they were together, even now that Crocodile was a far more handsome man than he was? And then the realization that he's bi hitting him like a fucking truck But it's too late. The divorce already happened. He already hurt Crocodile too deeply. Knowing Croc, he had probably already moved on. There was no fixing it, the relationship was over. At least for now, trying to go see Croc could be dangerous due to the WG and not wanting to risk the WG finding out about them and The Kid and Croc would probably be furious if Dragon even risked that at this point, after what he had done. Oh, and then Crocodile killed thousands of innocent people attempting to usurp a country by manufacturing a civil war. Something Dragon can't forgive. (Not to mention, hearing he had been taken down by their own son... Oof)

But what if despite all that, and not knowing the full circumstances behind what had happened (like the fact that Crocodile didn't know who the hell Luffy was), Dragon still loved Crocodile? What then?

[perilegs]

i am my father's son (enjoyer of irl sidequests)

[englishmagic]

I don’t often use a tone of superiority when I say things like “when I did my second masters degree“, because honestly I find it embarrassing to be so overeducated and underexperienced, but when this old man is talking down to me listing all sorts of facts that he reckons I don’t know, purporting to be better at my job than I am… I get haughty about it. Sue me. I’m not a fucking child and I do not have the patience for you today.