#I mean a juice keg

[squintsintwink]

I love posting gallery builds bc I get to make silly descriptions about the most simple beach in the history of sims 4 beach builds

[cowgirlcherrie]

Novocaine pt. 1 ━━ ゜゜・．

pairing: College! Abby x friend!crush!fem! reader

prompt: F is for friday’s, but its also for Frats and Fucked up parties, its even worse when the night out doesn’t go as planned choosing to numb emotions with alcohol and weed

warnings: 18+, MDNI, intoxication, partying, alcohol, drunk reader, mean-ish! comedic relief! Ellie, cheating, smoking, weed. almost kissing, heavy cursing, touching, Abby has a toxic girlfriend, substance abuse-ishhh (its only Abby smoking to forget, Reader drinking to also forget), jealousy, angsty

song: novacane by frank ocean

any words highlighted blue in the fic are the lyrics to the song, this fic is based off of the song roughlyy,

a/n: This…. honestly biting my fist at the tension between Abby and the reader, but this is my favorite thing i’ve ever written, I love the dynamic between the reader n Abby where you can feel they are playing it safe even though they want to, based off of novacane by frank ocean which helped me to write this (do listen), but I hope you all enjoy this, thank you for the support on my work so far I appreciate it so so much, sit back n enjoy ♡

I blame it on the model broad with the Hollywood smile...

It was Friday, and as always Fridays were for the frat opens and free alcohol. Now at first, you weren’t considering going, opting to instead stay at your dorm instead and watch movies until your eyes hung low and couldn’t bare to stay open anymore. But of course, Abby dragged you out to join her and her girlfriend at the party. You were rather frustrated, but Abby was just one person you couldn’t say no to. Yet the fired heart of yours was destroyed at the sight of seeing Abby with a girlfriend. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t you to be able to see the raw and authentic parts of her, but rather the campus wanna-bee model broad who dipped her energy into too many people. Abby played it off that she was just friendly, but all you could see was CHEATER above her head in bold red letters. Her smile wasn’t sweet but rather devious and manipulative. According to Ellie, the girl was going to school for dentistry, but adapted to a side hustle of sugar daddies to pay off her tuition. You couldn’t blame the girl, but it seemed like Abby didn’t know what the girl did when the lights were off.

She said she wanna be a dentist really badly

She's in school paying for tuition doing porn in the Valley

At least you working…

So here you were, pushing through the busy crowd of drunk young adults, grinding against each other under the changing LEDS to the beat of the music and a cup filled with awful jungle juice from the keg. Pulling the cup up to your lips to take a sip of the alcohol mix, wincing at the cold beverage going down your throat leaving a burning sensation in your chest. It wasn’t good but it helped you get drunk to survive the next 4 hours at the party. One cup became two...which became 3 and eventually 4. Somewhere into the night, you lost Abby, who somehow knew everyone there, who somehow lost her girlfriend in the fit of people. Last time you saw the couple they were arguing in a corner, Abby’s face scrunching in irritation as her arms crossed her chest, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend. Her partner touched up and down Abby’s arm, pleading with the girl about something. But from the look of It, Abby was denying it, shaking her head at the girl. The couple had been always arguing, it seemed their honeymoon stage was short-lived as their rocky foundation came cracking down and now their arguments and make-up sex ruled the relationship. 

Now you were lost, not even sure if Abby was still here or if she decided to call Ellie to come pick her up and take her home. Suddenly you needed air, the sweaty bodies making your clothes feel a lot damp in comparison to how they felt when you first went in. You were going up the stairs from the basement holding tightly to your cup as you passed people who were headed towards your direction, at the stairs, were pushing and shoving. Entering the kitchen area which was, of course, filled with more bodies and a specific face catching your eye.

Abby’s girlfriend, stood there in all her glory, flashing her friends a billion dollar smile while hanging off of the arm of some frat member, kissing the guy as his arms were all over her. The crowd around them cheering in surprise. Your heart sank, where was Abby? This was not good, making your heart beat fast, watching as the two leaned in to kiss each other…again, now in a full make-out next to the alcohol table. Your eyes went wide, causing you to turn tightly on your heals bolting for the door. Making your way out of the house in a hurry, it didn’t help that you were drunk and your heart was now beating in your ears replacing the deep bass of the music. Converse at one with the black-top pavement, your right hand resting against the side of the house as you stumbled to the front lawn, between the gate and driveway. You were almost there when swiftly your body collided with a hard chest letting out a grunt as their hands wrapped around your waist, to shield you from falling.

“Y/n?” You knew that voice, it was Abby’s, you finally found the girl after looking for her for half of your night. Her hands were still at your waist, slightly squeezing it, with her nails digging into the side of your smooth skin to get you out of the trance you were in. Abby was really touchy, especially when it came to you, you don’t know why she did it but you tried not to take it too literally. Get your head out of the gutter, you would think. You panicked gripping her arms when she finally pulled you away from her chest to get a good look at you, scanning your body to see if something happened by how hard you were breathing and how fast you were moving.

You put me on a feeling I never had, never had, never had (never)…

“You look like you seen a ghost…shit, what’s wrong” Abby questioned. You parted your lips to say something making eye contact with Abby, but you quickly looked away, dropping your head as your lips closed again and nothing came out.

“Have you seen my girlfriend?” Abby questioned, your heart aching at the question. Abby mind-as-well take a knife to your heart and stabbed you with it. You weren’t gonna lie to her, you couldn’t but you knew the reaction Abby would have as soon as the words left your mouth. Abby didn’t like the look you were giving her, you look guilty, almost regretful, the same look you give when you answer something wrong or did something you definitely shouldn’t have.

I think I started somethin' , I got what I wanted, Did-didn't, I

“…Abby,” you dragged, your voice at the same tone as doctors when they prepare to give you the worst possible news of your life, and with that you started shaking your head. All you could do is lowly point to the kitchen as Abby’s eyes followed the direction you were pointing to,  the soft gaze she usually gives you instantly developed to one that was cold and avoidant. Abby didn’t speak further, rubbing her fingers at the side of your waist for a second, as if she had been thinking about what to say or what to do, her hands were delicate with you and almost soothing, but your body felt cold as she let go and walked right past you and into the house.

You let out a breathe you didn’t know you had been holding, cursing to your self as you pushed yourself into the wall with your hands on your knees. The bile forming at the back of your throat making you drop the red solo cup. Luckily for you, throwing up was not an option in that moment and you gave your self a minute to go walk to the road. As you make your way to the curb, sitting yourself on the gravel as you tucked your head down on your arms that were resting on your knees, rocking swiftly to ease you from chucking out everything you had drunk in the last hour.

You were in a daze failing to notice the jingling keys coming from behind you as an arm came down to touch your back making you jump. Head up and looking around in bewilderment. 

“Hey, it’s just me..” Abby whispered, her soft voice contrasting with the loudness of the house behind the two of you. It’s not that you felt bad for Abby, well you did, but instead it was the jungle juice you had not mixing well with your empty stomach. You tucked your head back into your arms. Abby knew you were drunk out of your mind, the way your words slurred or the rambles coming from your mouth before finding that her girlfriend was truly up to know good like everyone said she was. 

“Um thank—“ Abby cut herself off kneeling to sit next to you on the curb, before trying to make her statement again.

“I’m not the type to say it, and you know that but..um, thank you,” Abby muttered, looking at you fully this time as she closed the distance between the two of you on the curb, her hip touching yours as her hand continued to rub circles in your back. This time you could smell the pine cologne radiating off of her and her body heat keeping you warm in the night chill. 

“What..hmph, what are you thanking me for Abby?” You groaned, your voice soft, feeling a bit of nervousness start to take over your form, you refused to look at Abby from your current position, rather finding your arms way more interesting in the current moment.

“Thanks for not lying to me..I guess, I don’t know” Abby let out a swift nervous laugh. You felt her body vibrate as she laughed before she cleared her throat again.

“No, I'm serious this time——“ 

“Thank me one more time and I’m gonna kill you,” You mumbled, voice monotone, causing Abby to laugh again. This time her hand snaked up your back, sending a shiver down your spine, causing your body to jolt making Abby smirk from her position. Her gentle yet roughened hands moved to your cheek to move hair out of your face and behind your ear. 

“Mm..you know what, she didn’t deserve you” you confessed, making Abby freeze. You weren’t sure where this sudden liquid courage came from, hell you couldn’t think straight. Now you were just saying things, but you always thought it, and it was true. She didn’t deserve Abby, or how much Abby sacrificed to be with her, almost damaging her reputation. 

“I know,” Abby put in, shutting her lips tightly, her face shifting to more stoic as her she put her tongue to her cheek before smacking her lips. 

“Do you..?” You slurred, hiccuping as you spoke now looking up to finally look at Abby. She looked so pretty under the moonlight, her hair in its usual braid as she wore a simple black tee with her pretty chain sitting across her neck. Untouched. Your eyes met hers, low yet full of adoration and admiration, and your eyes flickered to her lips. You didn’t know what you were doing, it was as if someone had been taking control over your body. 

novocaine, baby I want you...

“I don’think you do” your voice came out below a whisper, taking your hand up to play with the chain around her neck as she leaned in closer to you, she could smell the alcohol on your breath and you could smell the cologne that didn’t seem to go away. It was almost as if you had put a spell on her, your presence numbing the heartbreak she experienced just a few minutes ago. You were numbing the pain for her.

just one taste, a little taste, she wanted you to love her numb

love me now, when I'm gone love me numb...

“n'you do?” Abby questioned, bringing her hand up to grip your face, as the two of you were practically on top of each other, her lips hovering over yours but before she could lay a gentle kiss, the two of you were interrupted by loud music coming from down the street. Making the two of you jump apart, opening the gap between the two of you on the curb. The car’s brakes screeched stopping in front of the two of you at the curb, it was Ellie. Of course. You gave Abby one last final look, but she had been too distracted by Ellie’s sudden appearance to give one back.

“I’m seriously gonna start fucking charging y’all, I’m not a damn uber” Ellie groaned, turning down the music so that the two of you could hear her. 

“Hurry the fuck up! Let’s go!” Ellie sassed, hitting the side of her door, as her arm hanged out the window. Abby only shook her head at her best friend, standing up then looking back in your direction and grabbing your arm to pull you up. 

“I owe you!” Abby shouted at Ellie who only mocked the girl as a response, Abby dragged you by your arm to the backseat of the car, almost like you were a rag doll. Opening the door swiftly with her freehand before giving you one last look.

“Get in baby,” Abby lectured, guiding you in with her hand on your back. You complied, climbing into Ellie’s back seat sitting up firmly as Abby closed the door behind you after making sure your feet were tucked in. As soon as the door shut you fell over in Ellie’s backseat with a groan. The loud smell of weed, and the rap music coming through the speakers made you feel like you were back at the basement of the party.

“Throw up in my backseat and your washing my whole car, oh!— and with your bare hands y/n I’m not playing with you” Ellie shouted which only earned a groan from you in response,

“Whyyy are you yelling,” you whined as your hands went up to cover your face.

“The fuck did you drink?” Ellie drew her face back in confusion at your attitude before turning the music up a little bit louder. Abby was now in the passenger seat fiddling with her phone, occasionally checking on you in the back, which you had now passed out. The windows cracked just enough for fresh air as Ellie drove back to your dorm complex. The car was completely silent as Ellie handed Abby a pre-rolled blunt and her lighter from the glove compartment. Abby silently thanked, feeding into the temptation and putting the blunt to her lips. releasing the smoke as she tilted her head back into the headrest. If she was gonna be fucked up, she might as well have been high. Sending a: “we’re over, for good. Get your shit and go bitch” text to her girlfriend— well ex-girlfriend with ease. Abby turned her head to look at you who was still sleeping in the back, letting out soft snores that could be heard through the music as your hair blocked your face.  

but, girl, I can't feel my face, what are we smokin' anyway...

“Fuck…” Abby cried out 

“Dude, turn that down she’s sleeping” Abby snapped reaching her hand for the volume button making the music at a moderately low volume, it didn’t help that Ellie was playing Marvin’s Room by Drake that made her want to bash her head into the window. Ellie was preparing to argue, but chose not to realizing the shitty night the two of you were having. 

“You know I’ve never seen her drink this much” Ellie sighed. You were like a little sister to her and she wondered what it was that drove you to keep drowning yourself in cups. Abby hummed bringing the blunt up to her lips realizing she hasn’t either 

“Same,” Abby blurted out as she detached the blunt from her lips really thinking about the situation as a whole. Abby felt paralyzed almost numb in the seat, especially when her ex-girlfriend now crossed her mind, her heart went cold, and she couldn't feel a thing. “—well I lost her, halfway through the night, she probably started drinking because she was alone” Abby confessed feeling guilty that she didn’t stick up under you all night which probably would have resulted in the both of you having a better night. 

“You mean to tell me…you were so pussy whipped you failed to see that, that girl” Ellie pointed at you, “Was missing from behind you” Ellie finished throwing her hands in the air for a quick second before reattaching them to the wheel. Abby sighed in response realizing how shitty she looked in this situation, and you already didn’t want to come which made her feel bad in the first place. 

“When are you gonna start being honest with yourself Abby?” Ellie sneered as her eyes were focused on the road.

“About what?”

“About what?” 

“The truth is you like y/n” Ellie revealed turning her head slightly to see Abby’s reaction. Abby paused at Ellie’s words. Well yes, she liked you, anyone would like you! The way your hair flowed as you walked, the way you laughed, or the way your nose scru— fuck. She really did like you. Abby gave Ellie a look putting out the empty blunt in her hand, and stuffing the lighter back in the glove compartment. Abby was now burning holes in the side of Ellie’s head. 

now I'm something like the chemist on campus, but there's no drug's around, quite like what I found in you

“Pft..no” Abby hesitated to answer, rubbing off what she said. While you were her friend, she was always going to look out for you because no one could do an efficient job of doing so. Yet she felt that she could. Abby scratched her neck, muting her phone that had been blowing up with a text from her ex-girlfriend cursing her out. 

“I’m calling you bluff” Ellie speculated, shaking her head as her hands gripped the wheel even more. Abby parted her lips to rebuttal Ellie’s statement but was cut off when Ellie suddenly began to lecture her. 

“For one second I’m telling you to think that just maybe what you thought you wanted with— whatever the fuck her name is, wasn’t genuine, but you felt as though you wanted y/n the whole time yet you thought you couldn’t have her”

Well, shit. Call Ellie a tarot reader for the way she had read Abby for filth as if she had been stalking her every move. If this was a game of chess, Abby would be losing miserably while Ellie was on the road to victory. But Abby didn’t wanna give Ellie the satisfaction of being right. Abby suddenly remembered your sleeping figure in the backseat rubbing her eyes at the current state of the situation. Her throat groggy and itchy from the blunt she smoked wasn’t helping either. 

“Are we seriously having this conversation right now, mind you— with her in the car?” Abby inquired, nodding her head at you in the backseat, her jaw clenching and she smacked her teeth giving Ellie a glare from her position in the car.

“Fuck yeah, we are because the ignorance you fuckin' have of your reality is pissing me off” Ellie spat, narrowing her eyes. She was riling Abby up, good. Ellie wanted Abby to see the mistake she made by not being upfront with her feelings like Ellie had been encouraging her to do before she even got with her girlfriend. Abby’s nostrils flared as she continued to listen to Ellie’s words. 

“All I’m saying is, look at what you wanted and always wanted, and then look at what you settled for” Ellie cleared her throat focusing back on the road ignoring the intensive, disbelief look Abby had been giving her. Abby bought one hand up to her lips, deciding not to fight Ellie’s words. Abby did like you more than a friend, but it scared her. The possibility of you saying “no” and rejecting her, haunts her more than she realized. Maybe she did try to replace you with someone who couldn’t even compete with you, lowering her own standards to a false sense of home and security. Her ex-girlfriend could never give her the same feelings that you had given her without a single touch, and Abby knew that.

“What felt real to you, Abby?”

I can't feel, feel her, novocaine for the pain, for the pain...

[maxispremades]

Марк: Как тебе идея нагрянуть в «Пенелопу» и устроить вечеринку? Держу пари, Лесли умирает с тоски в компании зануды Эрвина и злобного старика Кахилла. Этому логову параноиков не помешала бы хорошенькая встряска! Элис: Хм-м... Знаешь, мне нравится. Мы можем надеть самые причудливые наряды, в которых никогда бы не рискнули выйти на улицу средь бела дня. Прихватим с собой музыку, бочку с соком, парочку пицц... Марк: Это будет настоящий пир во время чумы! Снаружи бушует эпидемия, а под землей кучка персонажей в дурацких костюмах отрывается по полной. Пожалуй, в этом есть своя эстетика... Будет весело, если только мистер Кахилл и Эрвин не вздумают одновременно слететь с катушек. Элис: Будем держать кулачки, чтобы этого не случилось. Лично я всегда мечтала о костюмированной вечеринке в стиле пост-апокалипсис! Марк: Довольно странно мечтать о подобном, когда живешь в Стрейнджервиле.

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Mark: What do you think of popping into Penelope and having a party? I bet Leslie is bored stiff with nerdy Erwin and mean old guy Cahill. This den of paranoia could use a good jolt! Alice: Hmm… You know, I like it! We can wear our most whimsical outfits that we would never risk going out in broad daylight. We'll bring a music, a juice keg, some pizzas... Mark: It's going to be a fiddling while Rome burns! There's an epidemic raging outside, and underground, a knot of sims in silly costumes are having a blast. Perhaps this has its own aesthetics... It'll be fun, unless Mr. Cahill and Erwin go nuts at the same time. Alice: Let's keep our fingers crossed that it doesn't happen. I've always dreamed of a post-apocalypse costume party! Mark: It's pretty weird to dream about something like that when you live in Strangerville.

poses by @joannebernice (walking and talking), @alpine-lapine (emotions 2024), @akuiyumi (uncertainty), @haziewhims (windenburg university)

[melsie-sims]

Out of everyone at camp, Gunner was probably the Sim Inaya liked the most. He was a bit obnoxious, and a bit full of himself sometimes, but she knew enough about him to know he did care.

"What do you actually think?" she was curious to know his opinion. "About a party, I mean."

"I'm always down for a good time," Gunner grinned.

"I'm serious," Inaya sighed.

"I don't know," Gunner shrugged. "Honestly? Everyone's really exhausted. Most of us don't even have beds, so we're just passing out in bushes when things get too rough."

"Right," Inaya nodded, running her hand down her braid and finding a few twigs from her own nap in a bush.

"Plus," Gunner went on. "We can't exactly afford a keg or some fizzy juice. We don't have a radio, or games. What are we gonna do? Stand around and talk to each other like boring townies? I think if we throw a party, it'll be miserable."

"Yeah," Inaya nodded. "You're probably right... Let's work on it. We'll try to get simoleons to buy a game table. That'll help morale."

"You got it, madam mayor," Gunner saluted her.

"Ew, gross," Inaya laughed. "Don't call me that!"

[shallowseeker]

Beach Boys

Dean hates that this beach is public.

There’s too many noisy folks, and now a roaming wad of douchey bros (you know the type) is courting Sam for beach volleyball.

Sam looks dumbfounded, like he hasn’t noticed how tall he is, and how that might make him first pick for the intramural beach-losers’ draft.

But Sam, being Sam, quirks an easy grin and says “sure.”

Ugh.

Jack throws puppy eyes, and Sam asks if he can play, too. The dude-bros shrug, friendly in that oily, college-keg-totin’ kinda way.

“I’ll play,” Mary says, jumping up and giving Jack a gentle nudge. “Show you the basics.”

Well, Dean doesn’t wanna play.

It’s been Hell getting his overlapping towels just right so none of the friggin’ hot sand grates against his skin.

The group of college bros move off to the net a little ways down from them and plops their enormous Arctic Cooler keg (surprise, surprise) off to the side.

Rowena pulls her sunglasses down, peeks appreciatively at the mass of tan, muscly bods, and makes to move her entire setup closer, umbrella and all.

“You comin?” she trills.

When Dean shakes his head, she pulls off her oversized hat and plops it on top of his head.

“Suit yourself.”

///

Sam gets the hang of it pretty quickly, but then, he barely has to even jump to spike the ball.

Mary is good—quick on her feet and able to skitter through the thick, ankle-floppin’ sand like a human sand-crab.

Jack is—not good. He misses more than he passes, and his first serve doesn’t even go over the net. The college bros jeer, and Dean squeezes his empty beer can hard enough that it crunches.

He mentally names them: Smirky Opie for the tall redhead, Stifler for sunglasses guy, and A.C. Slater for the dark-haired one.

They’re all dicks.

Dean can tell.

“You can do it!” Mary keeps saying, and Sam just claps his hands like some kind of deranged rec-league coach.

When Jack digs his first spike, Dean whoops for joy. When Sam slams down a kill, Rowena whistles.

///

“They seem to be enjoying themselves.”

Dean hadn’t heard Cas come up.

“Yeah,” he says absent-mindedly. “You got the better stuff?”

Dean peeks up, and Cas’s face is shadowed by the glare of the sun. But he’s got two drinks in hand, one deliciously chocolate and frothy-looking.

“Oooh, gimme.”

Cas dutifully hands over the creamy glass of Bushwacker. Then, Dean watches Cas watch him gulp it down. Finding it difficult to keep his gaze, Dean tracks his eyes back to the game, where Mary misses a block at the net.

“Hold this,” Cas says, and a shorter, orange-colored glass gets shoved into Dean’s free hand.

Dean takes a whiff. Rum?

“Whatcha get?”

Cas’s lips twitch, “Jungle bird.”

Dean fails to hold back a smile. “Nice.”

“Rum, pineapple juice, and Campari, though I can pick out many more molecules than that.”

Cas stoops to snag his own towel, discarded and messy on Dean’s right side, then snaps it mid-air, sending tiny granules spraying too near to Dean’s nest of towels.

“Hey.”

“Sorry.”

Cas re-spreads his towel and settles down, no more than a foot of space between them. Dean glances over, finds him lying flat with both eyes closed.

Cas’s hand shoots out expectantly, and with a fond snicker, Dean sets the Jungle Bird in his open palm.

When Cas takes a small swig, his mouth bumps up against the slice of lime hooked onto the glass rim. His unoccupied hand rests against his stomach, looking extra tan against his plain white tee.

Dean kind of wishes he’d move it, maybe drop it strategically into the space between them.

Dean blurts out, “You don’t wanna play?”

Cas squints one eye open. He looks curiously to the volleyball net.

“Not particularly.” Then, “Those males seem somewhat mean-spirited.”

One of the dudes gets hang-time and crams a spike so hard into Sam’s face that Sam barely gets his wrists up to shank it.

Yeah.

“You have more towels than when I left.”

Dean rolls his eyes. So what if he’d hogged the towels? So what if it made more laundry that they'll have to do tonight?

“Sand’s itchy as fuck, man. You see that beach house five doors down? S’got a hot tub built into their deck.”

Cas’s eyes close again, languid and as close to relaxed as Dean’s ever seen him.

“Hot tub. Wouldn’t you find that oppressively hot in summertime?”

“Not at night! That’s the real time to enjoy the beach anyway.”

Cas stares at him for a long time. Dean can’t parse it.

“Yes,” says Cas.

Dean clears his throat and glances back to the game just in time to see redheaded-douchewad-Smirky Opie spike the ball into Jack’s dopey, smiling face.

Blood sprays from Jack’s nose, and Smirky Opie grins wider.

Dean’s blood pressure goes through the roof.

[montrealmadison]

olliewicks and 37 !!

abby, it’s only appropriate that i write these two for the very first time for you. ❤️

37. olliewicks + Anything You Want (Not That) by Belleruche for @zimms

Forgive the doe eyed relentless attention If it's on, I'm on, and there's no more use in pretending Close to the chase, it's clear you've had fun playing Some liberties, well you've surely been taking

Halfway through December, with the night becoming morning and the tub juice lighting him on fire, Oliver O’Meara thinks he’s having a pretty good freshman year.

Or—frog year. Right. New team, new lingo; he knows how this goes. The guys here call him Ollie, same as they have everywhere else. The ice at Faber is bigger, better kept, but his skates dig into it just the same. He goes to class (most of the time), hits up the kegsters, tries his best to get in with the upperclassmen, successfully makes one entire friend.

He’s a simple guy. Doesn’t expect much. 

So the fact that something is starting to feel different is rubbing him the wrong way.

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The Haus is high off the win—literally, Ollie thinks, watching smoke drift past him out the open front door. They destroyed BC tonight, four-nothing, and Jack only shouted at them twice, which at this point honestly passes for kindness where he's concerned. Shitty has been incandescent with joy since they hit the showers. He’s dragged every member of the team into at least two keg stands with his own set of complicated strip rules and is now down to nothing but one sock and a giant smile, which was the final warning that prompted Ollie to move to the porch. The parties here are way better than in high school, he has to admit, but only in small doses.

Salt crunches beneath him when he sits down on the steps. It’s cold out. Not as bad as it is at home this time of year, but not warm enough to justify him sitting outside in shorts and a hoodie, sweat chilling quickly in his hair and his breath smoking out in long billows. He half-expects someone to come outside and yell at him to put a coat on, but no one does. To fill the silence, he takes another sip of tub juice, lets it torch his throat all the way down.

Maybe everybody feels like this freshman year: unmoored, self-conscious, either too loud or too quiet. It’s not bad, it’s just—different. Not having his brothers around. Playing hockey that really means something. Making friends on purpose, not just because they’re the only ones available. Going to parties where people sort of know you, where they call your name; where your teammates smile and smell like cinnamon and weed and have nice asses and ex-boyfriends; where that’s okay, it’s all okay.

Maybe, if he’s feeling like this on a night when he’s supposed to be happy, he shouldn’t be drinking alone. He’s about to pound the rest of his cup and risk going back in for a refill when someone knees him in the back.

“Ow,” Ollie says, which is a great first thing to say when you’re potentially going to have to kick someone’s ass. “Bro, what the fuck.”

He turns around, ready to defend himself, but it’s only Wicky, carrying two Keystones with the tabs already popped.

“‘Sup,” he says, grinning like he didn’t just commit an act of warfare, and hands one over. The can’s cold, as are Wicky’s fingers when they touch. “You’re thinking loud. Want a buddy?”

“Yeah,” Ollie agrees, more out of surprise than anything else. He takes a sip and finds that even watery beer is a welcome change from warm Everclear and foot stank. He tosses the rest of the tub juice into the bushes in a wide arc, sends his cup tumbling after it. “Thanks.”

Wicky sinks down beside him, close enough to throw off heat but not enough to touch. He’s in sweats and a beanie, dirty old Vans, that half a smile he always wears. Ollie’s not used to feeling like it’s directed at him and kind of waits to feel uncomfortable about it, but he never does. Beyond their little sliver of porch, it’s starting to snow.

“Good fucking game,” Wicky says after a long minute, throwing a shoulder in Ollie’s direction. His inflection is familiar, round and Midwestern, and reminds Ollie so much of home that it almost softens the blow. “Tired of cellying your assist?”

“Tired of Holster kicking my ass at pong,” he retorts. Wicky laughs and dodges the elbow Ollie aims his way. “Didn’t see you rushing to my defense, man, I had to play with Hardy and he’s about as useful as—”

“Nah, nah, I didn’t mean to laugh at you.” It’s sincere. “I got you next time, sorry. Got distracted.”

“What could be more important than riding to my rescue?”

“Key lime pie?”

“Ah.”

Ollie elbows him one more time, just for good measure and because Wicky claims not to have saved him any, before they drink their beers and watch the street turn white and he goes back to thinking.

Maybe it’s Wicky who’s different. Not in the way that Bitty is different, like nothing this team has ever seen, like the kind of person who merits special coaching with Jack by day and stands on the arm of the sticky green couch to deliver an impassioned performance of some Kesha song by night. No, the thing about Wicky is that he’s… bright. He puts his head down in practice and works the same as Ollie does, doesn’t ask many questions or draw attention to himself. They go to the dining hall and practice and the library together; mundane shit. Somehow, Ollie can’t stop noticing him anyway.

“You good, dude?”

Wicky’s voice is low, but Ollie’s so tuned into him in his head that it sounds loud. He turns, tipsy and slow, and finds Wicky still wearing that smile.

Oh, shit, Ollie thinks, hoping the cold and the beer serve as cover for the flush that immediately crawls up his cheeks. Oh, fuck.

Because here is the goddamn thing.

Oliver O’Meara is having a pretty good freshman year, but that’s all he ever expected it to be. Go to school, play hockey, have a little fun. Look, he gets that maybe there’s something in the water here that lets Shitty hug the Jack Zimmermann on the daily without getting both his arms ripped off, or facilitates the freaky mind-meld between Ransom and Holster, or enables Bitty to get on the ice with them at all. But Ollie’s never felt like a main character, not even in his own story. Everyone else probably has better reasons for coming to Samwell, life-changing ones. Ollie feels a little like he just ended up here because of some force of nature greater than him, like the broad strokes of his life have been sketched out and the details have all been left for him to make up.

Wicky is the only person who’s ever made him wonder how it would feel if, maybe, he could be different here, too.

“Ollie,” Wicky says, now sounding distinctly amused. “Earth to O’Meara. You wanna get out of here, brah? Not having fun?”

He’s pretty sure that get out of here isn’t intended that way, not yet, but it could—oh, God, it could. 

“No, I’m good,” Ollie says, feeling everything and nothing like himself. He stands, feels his knees ache with the effort of the day, knows he isn’t done quite yet. He sticks out a hand. “One more song and then late night?”

Wicky’s at his feet now, trusting eyes and curling hair, a face Ollie’s only just started to get to know but somehow thinks he won’t ever forget. He takes Ollie’s hand and pulls himself to his feet, but he doesn’t let go right away. Ollie kind of loves that. “One more, huh? Only if you’re gonna dance.”

“Deal.”

“‘Swawesome,” says Wicky. It sounds like a promise.

(Inside, on the dance floor, when that same hand wraps warm around the back of Ollie's neck like a question and an answer all at once, it feels like one, too.)

The next weekend, they win again. Ollie’s on the ice when Ransom wrists in the last goal and everyone shouts, and when they all pile in for the celly, Ollie finds Wicky’s bright blue eyes (oh, shit) and winks, and Wicky reaches up with one gloved hand and catches it like a kiss.

Alright, Ollie thinks. Game on.

[2crim2clove]

doot doot doot

forced to get tutoring from someone everyone else calls a genius, a gr6398 at gmail as their email. signed george.

he’s early because he went to the library early to study and fell asleep

wakes up to someone putting their shit on the table next to his head LOUDLY

and a girl with golden brown hair up in a neat bun, bangs, and brown rimmed glasses tips them down at him. “you’re lance.”

this was odd, did he send his girlfriend or was this a library employee? that made sense, why else was she english? “yeah?"

sticks her hand out, back straight. he offers a fist bump and she sighs, sticks her hand out further. “i’m george."

this has him sitting up. “uh -"

“yes i know it is traditionally a boy’s name. no i do not want to explain nor do i want you to call me by my full name. it’s george.” very stern.

“‘kay. still lance.” he tries a flirty smile but she sits down and doesn’t catch it. “didn’t expect for my tutor to be english."

“this school is full of international students."

he laughs at this. “i know, my best friend came here so i followed him. he’s french. you know him, esteban?"

this gets him a very curious look. “yes i know esteban. wouldn’t have stuck you two together.” a frown. “why isn’t he tutoring you?"

“um, didn’t want to put him in a weird place where i’m paying him and he feels like he can’t actually force me into shit?” she gave him a flat look at this. “not like you’re gonna have to force me or whatever, but y’know, he’s my bestie. you are …"

“the other person who gets as much aid as esteban does to come here. i mean, it’s clear why i would -“ she stops herself and opens her notebook. “besides the point. we’re here to talk maths, not talk personal lives. i have a reputation and a tutoring schedule and a life, so lets not get distracted."

it’s a rough start, she doesn’t let him slack, but once they start, she seems to be everywhere on campus. at the gym, in the same buildings, in the union, even in the same off campus coffee shop, but here she’s clearly tutoring someone else and being annoyed by the main barista with bleached hair and an english accent. he figures out she only wears her glasses when she’s studying, and has about five pairs she rotates between.

two months in, he invites her to a frat party. “you and like, whoever. if you want.” he doesn’t know if he really wants her to come, she’s kind of an asshole, but he’s inviting everyone he knows and it’s like … polite?

she does show, and it’s a toga party and hers is … barely kissing her thigh, so much skin that is somehow tan for it being october. she is, however, essentially chased into the house by one of the brothers from another frat, a much shorter girl in a similar toga laughing across the lawn, and then the guy with bleached hair and what’s clearly his gf follow her in, yanking the random dude out.

he loses them for a bit after that, asked to help seb move something, and when he’s back, the graduate frat brother that he really liked, fernando, is talking to her in the corner of the yard. She’s on one of the tables so they can be eye level, listening intently over her red solo cup that lance hopes is the jungle juice with the nice vodka and not the keg that he’d had smuggled in here. fer is definitely too old for her, but he’s flirting hard, tugging the pins out of her hair so it falls around her face and it’s styled and lance’s kinda mad it’s not him doing it.

when she sees him watching them, though, she stands up and essentially runs out of the party, her tiny bike shorts on display.

about two minutes later, the guy from the other frat pops his head over the fence, a horned headband on. “s’george here?"

lance’s tempted to say who, but fernando shakes his head. “no, she said she’d left someone asleep in a lando’s room."

a big, doofy grin. “i’m lando."

“yes, she said there was a luisa in your room she was supposed to bring?”

this has the guy flinging himself away from the fence and yelling for someone named carlos.

“george, she is cute, si?” fernando asks as he heads back inside. “she is letting me take her to dinner.” a comment flung over his shoulder.

“when?"

it’s only this that has fernando stop. “lance, that is your tutor. she’s allowed to have a life."

“not an answer!” but calling after fer is useless, and lance finishes his drink.

that night he dreams of long, tan legs against white fabric and wakes up hard and miserable

[blueberryinko]

Request: Berry Rosalina

Request for @FrankPat9

-

“We did it!” Peach crowed, high fiving Rosalina. The two princesses had created a power-up all for the sole purpose of solving the food drought in the Mushroom Kingdom. It had gone on for a month already, and both of them were seeing river beds getting close to dry-out in both their respective kingdoms.

But this, the Berrygirl Power-up would solve everything. By turning one beautiful woman into a perfect, bloated blueberry breeder they could save their kingdoms. And they’d get to do it naked.

Peach brought out her phone. Rosalina was probably busy with something but it could never hurt to try. “Hey Rosie? We have a way to save our kingdoms. If you have time, could you hurry over here? We’ll explain when you’re here.”

Rosalina couldn’t believe it. They were about to save the kingdoms from drought, and she’d do anything to help her friends.

So she rushed over as soon as possible, heading to the lab. What she didn’t expect to see was both Peach and Daisy completely nude. “O-oh! G-girls, I’m flattered, but if this is a proposition-!”

“It’s necessary.” Peach assured her, holding up the Power-up. “This is what’s gonna save us all.” Rosalina had never seen anything like it, approaching. “What is it?”

“This is the Berrygirl Power-up. When any woman eats this power-up, they become a living blueberry girl.” Peach started. “They turn blue, and swell with juice until their bodies become completely rounded, their limbs absorbed inside them, their breasts swollen with milk and juice, and they’ll leak like a fountain.”

Rosalina thought they were pulling her leg. “Sure, girls, sure. And what, they’d become a living juice keg?”

“Breeding keg.” Peach corrected. Rosalina choked, “Explain, right now?” She demanded.

“Whoever becomes a blueberry girl, according to our simulations will become perpetually pregnant with blueberries the size of actual babies, birthing them every nine days.” Peach and Daisy had been working this for three straight weeks, relying completely on the simulation program Dr Mario had given them before he’d run off to Pauline. Idly, Peach wondered how she was doing, then decided she didn’t care enough right now to check.

They’re telling the truth, Rosalina realised. She swallowed. “I’ll do it.” She blurted before her brain could catch up with her mouth. “Really?”

Rosalina swallowed, grinning sheepishly. “Sure, I mean, is it permanent?”

“It would be.” Daisy confirmed. “We need the genome to bond with your cells, at which point you’d share at least forty percent of your DNA with it.” Rosalina swallowed, giving it careful consideration. It’d mean she’d be nearly immobile, she’d be huge, “Uh, I’ll do it? But first, why are you two naked?”

“Because we’re gonna be your handlers!” Peach enthused. Rosalina spluttered. “Seriously?”

“Yup!” Peach approached her and hugged her. “We thought since you’re gonna be constantly leaking from pretty much everywhere, we’d ditch the dresses and we’d take care of big old naked berry you in the same form?”

“You don’t have to!” Rosalina argued.

“Yes we do babygirl.” Daisy piped up. “We’re blowing you up, so we take care of you, that’s the deal.”

Rosalina’s cheeks were flushed. She had some very lewd thoughts going through her mind, and she bit her lip. She took the power-up, and ate through it slowly. She was through it in a couple bites, and slowly worked off the collar of her dress.

She sashayed towards the centre of the lab, turning to face Peach and Daisy. “How do I look?” She asked wryly. “Y-your nose.” Peach murmured.

Her nose had sparked up a deep cobalt, spreading quickly through the rest of her body. Within minutes she was a brilliant violet.

She held a lock of her platinum blonde hair, watching it turn a darkened blue. Darker than her own skin right now. Daisy swallowed. “Ohh.. this is hot. This is really hot.” Rosalina slid out of her dress, exposing pretty purple nipples. It was Peach’s turn to blue-screen, pressing her hands together in front of her face. “Hey Dais?” She asked quietly. “Is my nose bleeding?”

“I don’t know.” Daisy was too focused on the small blue paunched belly Rosalina had just revealed. “Is mine?”

Rosalina pressed her hands to her belly. “Mmmmm….” Batting her eyelashes at the girls, she jumped when she felt it swell beneath her fingers. “O-oh!” It grew slowly. From this small thing to a rounded slope within moments, burgeoning underneath her grip. “Girls.. look.”

“We are,” Peach confirmed, walking forward. “Growing quickly.” She observed. She kneeled down, holding Rosalina’s belly. “You’re gonna be so full.” Daisy joined her, waltzing behind Rosalina.

Rosalina’s breasts tingled, then throbbed. Slowly, juice started pumping into her tits, flowing up a size. Her nipples started to drip, slow at first, but then flowing copiously. “Oh, oh, Rosie, look at you.” Peach was amazed, it was actually happening. Peach squeezed her breast, watching as Rosalina moaned. “A-anh! Peachie! It-it feels good!” She whined.

“We know, we know Rosie.” Daisy squeezed a fat roll of Rosalina’s belly, which had now become a full blown bump. Rosalina felt up her growing form and continued moaning, feeling damp from below. “O-oh!” She felt under her belly and felt juice leaking down her thighs. “There it is,” Peach coached her. “Sweet, sweet nectar, and all from you.” Rosalina felt like a goddess, mewling, her belly damp with the blueberry milk leaking down it.

Rosalina saw Peach rise up to her level, and hazarding a guess, she leaned forward, kissing Peach. Peach gasped. She couldn’t believe it was actually happening, but she leaned into it, savouring the taste of blueberries on Rosie’s lips. Daisy bit her lip, her hand crawling up to Rosalina’s teat.

She just continued to grow. Her hips ballooned out in width and she could barely believe how fast she was growing. Rosalina’s hands didn’t know where to go, so she focused on Peach, hands gripping her lover’s jaw. Daisy nibbled at her neck and Rosie got wider, Rosalina felt juice cramming every square inch of her body.

“Peachie, Dais-“ Rosalina whined. Peach simply rubbed Rosalina’s belly as it grew, past full term with what Daisy estimated to be a quintuplets size, hanging down by her knees, continuing to balloon.

“We know honey, we know.” Daisy cooed. “Ride it out, ride it out love.” Rosalina whimpered, arms filling up with juice quick. She felt her breasts growing a few sizes, areolae ripening to the size of her palms, nipples spewing juice. She felt a hardness in her belly, gasping. “Dais, blueberries-!”

Peach and Daisy immediately gripped her belly. “Oh my god, it’s happening.” Peach murmured. It was happening rapidly too from the looks of things. “You could be due with the first in.. maybe twenty minutes.” Daisy estimated. Rosalina’s eyes widened. “W-wait, I’m gonna give birth today?!” She squeaked. Daisy rushed to comfort her. “Hey, hey, it’s not gonna hurt, it’ll be fine, we’ve gotcha.”

“O-okay.” Rosalina moaned, her thighs so tank-like they were being absorbed into her body. Her lower body was being filled out faster than her upper body and her cunt was very slowly edging towards the ground, splitting apart her legs. “Fuck girls.. feel so good-!” Her orgasm was nearing its peak as well, arousal climbing higher and higher. Rosalina wobbled, her centre of gravity shifted drastically, her torso this turgid orb crammed full of juice.

“And we’re here to help honey.” Daisy squeezed Rosalina’s asscheeks together, suckling Rosie’s neck. Peach bent down, starting to drink from Rosalina’s nipple, gulping down copious amounts of juice. Rosalina mewed, gasping and groaning. Daisy ground herself on Rosalina’s asscheeks, pushing her pleasure further and as Rosalina was left on teetering, swollen calves, Daisy held her stable.

Peach drank her fill, wiping her mouth, playing with Rosalina’s stubby little forearms. Rosalina was so close to having rounded out, and mewed at the prospect. She could feel weird little pulses wracking her body and her breath hitched. “Are those… contractions?” She wondered aloud. Peach and Daisy were suddenly alert. “What was that hon?” Peach asked.

Rosalina rounded out, the pressure getting stronger. “I-I think I’m in labour…”

Daisy and Peach immediately set about prepping. Rosalina waddled on the spot, her feet slightly swollen from the pregnancy weight, breathing through a soft wave. “Mmmnnnn..” Rosalina breathed, setting her jaw as pressure began to slowly mount. “You’re doing well sweetheart, you’re only at the start.” Peach told her. Rosalina wanted to get off her feet.

“O-on my belly, p-please..” She requested. Peach and Daisy rolled her over, Daisy crouching down. A trickle of fluid ran down Rosalina’s underside, Daisy checking her swollen labia. “You’re only a centimetre dilated babes, you got this.” She encouraged. Rosalina flapped her hands. Daisy’s fingers in her fattened sex ached slightly, but Rosalina’s pleasure was very quickly overwhelming the infinitesimally small amount of pain there was.

“Only a centimetre?” Rosalina demanded, eager to just push this berry out already. She could feel it right on her pelvis, the baby sized blueberry forcing itself out of her slowly. Daisy rubbed her lover’s ass in response, massaging her. “I know, but you’re advancing quickly. Peach, nipple stim babe?” Peach got right to it, fingers tweaking Rosalina’s plump, thumb sized areolae.

Milk spewed down Rosalina’s front and she mewed loudly. “Oh, oh, please Peachie, more!” It sent sparks through her diameter, her breaths short and sweet. She whimpered, juice sloshing inside her. She felt her sex stretch a little more, the bowling ball currently stuck in her cunt inching just that little bit further downward.

Peach continued thumbing Rosalina’s nipples, squeezing her blueberry lover’s boobs, milking her like a cow. Rosalina whined, huffing loudly. Her arousal continued to build, as were Peach and Daisy’s. The two women pleasured Rosalina, but Peach was also very close to her peak, red-faced and practically vibrating with lust.

Peach gasped as her own arousal splattered down Rosalina’s belly, legs shaky and unsteady. “Oh, oh fuck!” She gasped, leaning on Rosalina. The pregnant blueberry woman nestled on Peach’s head, breathing through another contraction. “That’s five centimetres, Daisy, good mama.” Daisy encouraged. Rosalina couldn’t believe how hot being in labour felt. This was supposed to hurt, but each wave only made her want to cum even more.

“Gonna get you moving now babes.” Daisy announced. “Rolling should help stretch that pretty blue cunt enough to get this berry out.” Rosalina nodded wordlessly, letting Peach and Daisy start walking around her in a slow circle, teasing her. Her big blue ass wobbled as she attempted to crane over her diameter at them, failing at that before her two lovers encroached.

She was rolled onto her back, and then the two women started rolling her around the lab.

Rosalina felt as if she was weightless, even though a full ton of juice sloshed and gurgled inside her, she was an oceanic womb of a woman, full of juice and blueberries. Rosalina moaned, and she felt herself stretch. She felt the berry slide into her canal and yelped, juice spurting from her sex as she came again. “O-oh! Check me, check meeee!” She moaned.

Daisy and Peach set her back on her lower belly, and Peach inspected Rosalina’s bloated sex. “Ten centimetres! Okay Rosie, let’s get this show on the road, we need you to push.” Peach ordered. Rosalina breathed in, and bore down in a gentle push. “Nnnngfff!” She hissed, breathing out. The berry was partway down her entrance, weighing heavily on her pelvis. It was very, very pleasurable, but the pressure was also very distracting, even though every cell in her body was focused on labouring.

Rosalina felt it shift, gasping. “Oh, hoooo…” She curled her toes, feeling out the pressure. “Let’s move her feet a little.” Daisy suggested. Peach and Daisy each grabbed a foot, trying to widen her stance experimentally. It worked by maybe an inch and the berry dropped right onto her bulging labia, causing her to yelp. “Shit! Babes, babes! It’s right there, it’s right there!” She whimpered, orgasming around the berry lodged right in the crowning phase.

“Okay Rosie, let’s get this berry out!” Peach declared, reaching her fingers into Rosalina’s juicy sex. Rosalina whined, it ached a little, but as Peach pried she felt herself come to full crown. “Oooh, oooh, it’s coming, it’s coming!” Rosalina announced, bearing down once, twice, three times-

POP!

“It’s out!” Daisy cried, holding the gigantic blueberry in her arms. It was dripping with juice, wet with slimy amniotic fluid too. Rosalina wept in relief, closing up again. Daisy and Peach rushed around her front, crowing. “You did it Rosie, look at it!” Rosalina gaped, it was huge! That was much bigger than a baby!

“We can feed the entire Mushroom Kingdom with this!” Peach was so relieved, this was the way they’d stop the drought, they could save everyone with this. Rosalina flapped her hands. “Girls, thank you so much.” She was so grateful, sniffling, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Thank you for giving me this blessing, I feel right for the first time in my life.”

Daisy and Peach kissed her cheeks, hugging her tight. “Good, because this is permanent big girl.” Daisy teased. Peach rested against her divot, temple to temple with Rosie. “We need to show you off to everybody.” Peach plotted.

-

“Get up Rosie!” Daisy announced that morning, and Rosalina blinked awake. “What- what’s going on?”

“The presentation silly, don’t you remember?” Rosalina suddenly remembered Peach’s presentation on her she’d been joking about for the past week, only to realise it wasn’t’ a joke within the next moment. “W-wait, Dais, she was serious?!” Rosalina squeaked, Daisy rolling her into the shower.

“Of course silly, everyone needs to see how big and ripe our big birthing blueberry is!” Daisy tells her, switching the shower on. Rosalina whimpers as she’s washed, scrubbed clean. Daisy even cleans out her deep, unpopped navel, fat and chubby with juice and blueberries. “But-but I’m due to give birth today!” She protests.

“Even better Rosie, you can pop out a perfect example for all the girls there today!” Daisy scrubbed harder, washing Rosalina’s hair. Once Rosalina’s shower was done and her hair was done, she was still damp when she was rolled out for breakfast.

Her new breakfast regime was her being pumped full with a vat full of thick, pastry tasting cream that plumped her body to its tautest capacity, and Rosalina simply settled in like the big berry cow she was, gulping down mouthfuls of the stuff.

“Okay, you’re done baby!” Daisy announced, unplugging her. Rosalina blushed, flapping her hands, she was so bloated and full, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Rosieee… I’m so fulll…” She groaned. Daisy rubbed her diameter, slapping it. “That’s the idea silly, now c’mon, we got some girls to show you off to!” She bowled Rosalina from the room and off towards the main hall.

“Make way, make way, for our big blushing berry breeder!” Daisy announced. Rosalina gasped when she saw how big the crowd was, squeaking and trying to avoid every girl in the room’s eyes. There must be over fifty people here, seeing her like this!

“Thank you for coming everybody!” Peach began as Daisy rolled Rosalina up to the centre of the room. There was a whiteboard behind her, holographic. Peach rubbed Rosalina’s belly noting the contractions rolling through her form. “And welcome to the unveiling of Rosalina, once princess turned the saving grace of the Mushroom Kingdom!”

The two women started rubbing her diameter, wandering around her. “Rosalina here volunteered to turn herself into a big, ripe blueberry breeder. Her DNA now shares forty percent of it with the very humble blueberry, and she now gestates very, very big blueberries through her own photosynthetic methods!”

A woman raised her hand. “How will this help our crops?” Peach knew the benefits, of course, but for this experiment to work, they had to roll Rosalina out to the balcony. “Now, we’re gonna start working her up, and she’s gonna get real hot and bothered.” Daisy informed, massaging Rosalina’s breasts together.

Rosalina flushed, her ears purple and hot. “D-dais-Peach-!” The humiliation was making sharp, electric shocks of arousal pulse through her. It felt embarrassing, and she couldn’t do a single thing about it.

Her arousal climbed higher, rolled onto her back. Daisy climbed onto her belly, fingers sliding into the deep cavern of her navel, starting to pump. “Daisy, Daisy, ahhhh!” Rosalina’s tongue lolled out, her blue hair hanging down to the ground, fuzzy and curly, Peach continuing to present.

“Studies of the blueberry Rosalina birthed are underway, but so far the protein intake from just one is enough to nearly cure this drought entirely. Hell, with each blueberry she births, we could help the entire galaxy! We could make a serious profit, I mean Rosalina’s become the only human blueberry girl in the universe, and with her juice we have enough to reverse the hose pipe bans!” Peach enthused.

That alone got the women in the room cheering, their gazes fixed on the currently sex-addled Rosalina. She was vibrating, at her maximum pleasure. She flapped her hands and kicked her feet, her swollen cunt pointed directly over the edge of the balcony. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She whimpered, jiggling and creaking loudly. Her breath hitched once, twice, three times-!

“UWAAAAAA!” Rosalina came in a monumental fountain, and every woman present watched the deluge of feminine berry juice flood the grounds, forming a small river down the banks. Within moments, the dried out crops, deadened from the drought returned to life, and on that point they nearly quadrupled in size, berry bushes grew to be as big as hedgerows, the fruits themselves the size of golf balls. Apples the size of watermelons snapped branches and rolled down into the Toads’ apple wheelbarrows, cracking them in two.

“Holy shit!” One woman clamoured. “I’ll buy a portion of your stock!” She called out. Daisy grinned, sitting back. Her own orgasm pooled on Rosalina’s considerable girth, running down her diameter. She climbed off, rotating Rosie around to show off the bloated labia lips leaking juice down into her ass-crack.

“You can see Rosie’s already starting to dilate, she’s doing fantastically this labour actually and she should be giving birth within the next hour.” Peach pointed with a rod to Rosalina’s leaking sex, making the bloated breeder shudder.

Rosalina heaved, rolling onto her belly once Daisy slid down, adjusting her back to face the audience. Daisy crouched down, heaving up one of Rosie’s swollen boobs. They were each the size of an entire Toad, and her nipples were pretty much thumb-sized, gushing juicy milk down her front. “These suckers are what her boobs became. Rosalina’s tits hold.. what fifty litres of juice? Something like that?”

“That’s what we estimated!” Peach agreed. Rosalina was slowly dilating. Peach walked around her to check every so often, a finger probing Rosalina’s absolutely gushing nethers, satisfied with her progress. Rosalina whimpered. “Girls, girls, please..” She’d been utterly dominated by her girlfriends, and she was naked and bloated for every woman in the room to see.

“So it could replace the lost water supply?” One woman piped up. “Even better!” Daisy called, “Release this into the water supply and our oceans come flooding back, our lakes refill, even our pools become packed to the brim!”

A round of raucous applause erupted through the building, but Rosalina’s sole focus was on the aching stretch of her swollen sex.

“Peachie! I’m dilated!” She wailed. Peach’s head snapped to Rosalina, then to Daisy. “Quick, get her facing the crowd!” Daisy and Peach bowled Rosalina over until her pussy faced the crowd again, and Rosalina could hear the click-click-click of journalists taking photos. She squeaked, her face aflame.

“Here we go y’all, the birth of the second-ever gigantic blueberry! From the fat berry mommy herself!” Daisy announced, Rosalina working her canal as best she could, her open cervix starting to bulge with the inhumanly big berry. It was the size of a damned watermelon and she gasped around it. “Oh, fuck, fuck!” She felt arousal coiling within her womb, swearing when the gigantic fruit lodged itself deep in her canal, like a bowling ball stuck in her cunt.

Rosie pushed slowly. The berry was barely making any progress, but her shudders only increased. Daisy helped massage her swollen labia, probing for any feel of the berry starting to descend.

Rosalina’s whimpers only increased, and the air suddenly felt heavy and intimate. Peach continued chatting to the women in the crowd, Daisy fully focused on Rosalina’s pleasure.

Rosalina’s pleasure ramped up, the berry sliding right down to her labia in a smooth motion. Juice gushed from her bloated sex, and Rosalina whined. She couldn’t cum with the pressure on her pelvis and she so badly needed to.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Peach guided, suddenly back with Rosie watching her progress. “I see the shell!” Daisy whooped excitedly.

Rosalina’s ears burned with unabated lust and embarrassment, but she bore down anyway, forced to listen to her body’s natural instincts. She was a big berry mommy and she was gonna give birth, it was what she was made for. No more, no less.

The berry began to crown and Rosalina whined. “Oh, oh, Peachie, Daisy!” She begged. “Doing good mama, be a good mommy and push, now!” Peach ordered.

Rosalina bore down, feeling the crest of the berry bulging her pussy. “Oh, fuck!” She came around the gigantic watermelon-sized orb, juice splattering over the two princesses, glad they were naked.

“More, Rosie!” Daisy told her plainly. Rosalina’s forehead was sheened with juicy sweat, and a sense of power flooded her juicy core. She could do this. She was a fucking fat, huge, sensual berry MILF, she was a galactic princess, she could do this. She grunted, pushing again. The berry slid halfway out and Peach dove towards it. “Come on Rosie, a couple more pushes! Into it, not away from it!” She coached Rosalina.

“Aaaannnh!” Rosalina came a second time, a stickier wave of juice splattering the royal balcony, the berry slipping out into Daisy’s waiting arms. Now that it was out Daisy gaped, it was BIGGER than a watermelon! Rosalina had pushed out a twenty pound TITAN.

The crowd stood and clapped raucously, whooping and hollering. “YEAH GIRL, GET SOME!” Rosalina was rolled upright and she beamed happily, waddling on the spot. Daisy raised the berry up to Rosalina’s crest, and Rosalina felt pride. That huge thing had come out of her!

Eventually the party wound down, and Rosalina was rolled into bed.

“You feel up for a last round today?” Daisy asked softly, both her and Peach laid atop their berry girlfriend. “H-how so?” Rosalina questioned. Peach smirked. “There’s still some cake in the fridge. Maybe if we get you to squirt hard enough our big berry breeder can make that ten times as big.”

Rosalina’s breath hitched. “O-okay, b-but only because the sound of that is really hot..” She pouted. Daisy whooped, pumping her fists.

Rosalina waited as Peach got the cake and laid it at her cunt, climbing back atop Rosie’s belly to rejoin Daisy.

“We’re gonna drink from you till you cum babygirl.” Peach teased. Rosalina barely had time to react before the girls’ lips slid over a nipple each, starting to drink from her.

Rosalina whimpered. “B-babes-…” She could feel them drinking her milk, huffing and panting slowly. It was slow gulps, purposeful and sensual. Peach and Daisy milked her swollen teats, heaving them together in partnership.

“Girls, girls, please…” Rosalina begged. Heat slowly climbed in her nethers as the girls drank their fill.

Once they’d had their fill, she hadn’t cum yet. “No matter, shall we give our very pregnant girlfriend a belly rub?” Daisy asked Peach. “We shall.” Peach agreed. The girls leaned forward, massaging fat pockets of Rosalina’s turgid gut.

Rosalina’s belly went up in synaptic shocks of lust, tingling and wobbling. She felt like a fat lump of jelly if not for how obviously taut she was, creaking and gurgling loudly.

The girls started to hump Rosalina’s fattened diameter, slow grinding building a coil tightening in their cores. “Fuck, she’s so tight.” Daisy moaned to Peach. “So taut, all for us- nnngh-!” Peach hissed back. They continued massaging, feeling Rosalina’s tense form creaking below them. “Girls- please!” Rosalina begs.

“It’s okay babes, just relax.” Daisy mews into Rosalina’s cleavage. She can’t believe this is her life now, but she wants to have babies with Rosalina for the rest of her life. She was gonna buy a ring soon, she thought idly.

Rosalina whimpers. She’s drawn so taut, shuddering so audibly it’s a wonder she doesn’t burst at the seams. She huffs, wobbling and jiggling as her girlfriends bring themselves to orgasm, breathing heavily, their hips smacking against her berry-filled womb with intense thuds, when Rosalina cums with the force of a firehose, somehow staying in place as the jetstream of juice splatters their whole bedroom.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” Rosalina wails, exhausted as her girls splatter cum over her belly, sticky and hot.

The cake, covered in juice starts growing. A sound like a 1-up power-up fills the room, and the cake practically expands to three times its previous size, a mountain like cake pressing against Rosalina’s underbelly. The frosting is cold and Rosalina whimpers.

“Goddamn.” Daisy raises an eyebrow, impressed. “Good job babygirl.” She compliments Rosalina.

“Th-thanks.” Rosalina is far too orgasmed out to think much at this point, but beams with praise. Peach slides down off of her girlfriend’s body. “I’m gonna help the Toads take this to the cellar.” She tells her girls, and leaves the room with the cake.

She comes back moments later to Daisy and Rosalina totally asleep, and she supposes it has been one hell of a day. “G’night girls.” Peach murmurs softly, climbing atop Rosalina’s belly and falling asleep just as quick.

[scribblestatic]

It's the evening of the day something or someone caused part of U.A.'s gate to decay.

Of course, the teachers are already working on repairs by the end of the day, and the sun is setting. All Might, already out of juice, walks along the halls inside, tiredly wondering what could've done such a thing. After all, U.A.'s walls are incredibly strong, but they were crumbled with ease.

As he wonders this, he looks up toward one of the windows facing the gate.

There's someone standing there, watching the repairs.

They're cloaked in pale, wispy white, staring outside. The sun's retreating rays almost seem to run right through the figure.

When All Might's gaze trails down toward the figure's feet, he realizes it's quite possible the sun really is going through them. Everything from the ankles down is gone, faded into nonexistence.

"Hello, young one," All Might greets, getting closer. "School's already let out, so you can't be on campus right now."

The person doesn't respond, not turning to look at him. Their poncho sways loosely around their calves, the hood pulled up and over their head. All Might frowns, starting to slow down. After all, it doesn't appear like the person is wearing the school uniform.

What if they aren't a student?

"...Perhaps you're lost? I know it's not easy for kids during the first few days. Which class are you a student of?"

They don't answer.

All Might checks his body for even the slightest hint of power in his veins. He finds an empty keg, dried and dusty. There's nothing in the tank for him to use.

Just like that day.

...He hadn't actually talked to anyone about that day. The day he failed to find the sludge villain fast enough. The day he couldn't muster his power. The day that young boy, still able to live for a little while, even with his jaw torn open, lost and abandoned in a nearby alleyway until he died a pointless death.

Instead, he learned the boy's name, learned he was quirkless, and decided to nestle his name alongside the many others he hadn't been able to save in his long heroics career.

He tried to be careful since then. To have something in the tank for a moment's notice. But there were so many incidents that popped up--so many people who needed saving at any given moment. He couldn't just abandon them.

So he let his power dry out, day after day. Today was one such day as well.

Quietly, he tries to think of what to do or say next. If he sent a message to any of the other heroes, would they arrive in time to help? Should he even call them, when he doesn't actually know what quirk this person has? Despite his currently decrepit state, he's still a hero in his own right.

"...Did you hear me?"

"Oh. I heard you."

The stranger's voice sounds eerie. A whisper that, despite said so quietly, echoes in his ears, like two to three soft voices overlapping each other.

However, though eerie...there was an unnatural sense of ease that came over him.

Whoever this was meant no harm.

Although the air felt colder now that the other was speaking, it wasn't with danger. More like the feeling of a steady spring breeze. His nose twitched, and he just very slightly noticed the scent of cherry blossoms.

It was a nostalgic smell, one that had faded with the start of the new school semester. But it still clings to this strange person standing here.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."

The stranger turns toward him, their body simply shifting without the movement of their feet, as though standing on a rotating tile on the floor. All Might blinks when he sees their face.

Mostly because it's entirely concealed in an unnatural blackness under the hood. He can't even see the person's eyes or mouth, nothing of their face at all.

"I was just listening."

"Listening? To what?"

"To the voices. I'm following a very thin trail."

Well, that made no sense. However, the person's disarming, whispering nature still didn't set off any alarms. He probably should've found that alarming, and yet, he only slightly did. Though, the feeling was more out of curiosity than fear. Even so, he has enough wits about him to not mindlessly approach the strange person.

"A thin trail, you say? Is there a way I or anyone else can help you?"

"Hmm... It's possible, perhaps. But I'm not sure it is right now. It's an almost imperceptible trail, surrounding this school and the students in it."

All Might's gaze narrows. "...I can't say I know what to make of that. Or rather, what to make of why you've said that."

But the figure just shrugs, their shoulders shifting under the poncho.

"I mean no ill will. I suppose it's just a warning to look out for them."

The person moves again, though, again, without moving their legs. They simply float forward unnaturally, and in an instant, they're passing by All Might's side.

A chill shudders its way down his spine.

"Be watchful. I sense malice toward Class 1-A."

And then they pass.

When All Might quickly turns around, intending to ask more, there's...

Nothing.

No one.

The chill is gone, as is the whispered scent of cherry blossoms.

[villain-sympathizer]

hi, can i request deidoro sakaki headcannons?

yes you absolutely can!! 💕

not sure if you wanted general headcanons or romantic so i did both!

────── ･ ｡ﾟ: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ･ ──────

General:

Absolutely a party guy, I mean how can he not be? He’s never one to turn down an invite to a club or a house party. He’s literally the “party don’t start till I walk in” type of guy but its actually the truth

Beer pong and keg stand champion, undefeated, no matter how hard others (especially Rappa) try to beat him

Despite constantly drinking alcohol, his teeth are in surprisingly good shape

Although he’s depicted as a raging alcoholic, I think he’s a rather casual drinker when he’s not on a job for the Hassaikai or at an absolute rager of a party

A shockingly level-headed guy and fun to talk to when he’s not sloshed out of his mind. He’s perfect for venting to or trying to work out a thought process, rarely one to cut in unless asked for his opinion

Perfect hype man!! This dude will cheer folks on and boost their confidence, even if they’re a random stranger at the bar or across the street

The master at situational humor and making the most out of a bad or embarrassing situation

He looks like he could be a contortionist to me, not sure why. At the very least he’s double-jointed in my mind

-10% shame, obviously. He seemingly absorbs others’ shame too, willing to cause a distraction or take the blame for something if need be. Says it’s fun and thrilling and keeps him humble, plus he likes the attention

Class clown type, but not in that obnoxious way, y’know? Like the kinda stranger to do something wacky or hilarious that makes you go to your friends and say “Holy shit, you’ll ever believe what this random dude did, it was so funny”, that kinda stuff

Is insanely drained and exhausted the day after using his quirk too much. He only gets severe hangover symptoms after using it, rather than just drinking normally. In fact, everyone’s jealous at how he’s totally fine after a night of heavy drinking and partying

His liver is a medical anomaly, change my mind

His hair may always look oily or greasy, but he still showers daily. That’s just unfortunately how his hair is

Strikes me as the kinda guy to be totally down for platonic cuddling, drunk or not, much to the dismay of his co-workers

Although his room and fashion sense are pretty plain (or even dirty), that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a sense of style or interior design. He’s just always out on jobs or partying to really care about his clothes or furniture

^ Regarding that, his fashion style is more street-casual, grunge/punk mix, even dipping into skater-boy territory

His interior design tastes are a sort of mix of boho and art deco, if that makes sense. Also doesn’t mind a modern Japanese look, either

I’m also gonna say he’s the kinda guy who goes to strip clubs just for the fun of it rather than the sexual appeal. He just loves the energy of the place, plus he supports sex workers

Drinks his respect women juice daily!!!!!!

Romantic:

Pansexual and panromantic, is also down to discuss poly relationships too

Love language is physical touch and words of affirmation, which are amplified when he’s even the slightest bit drunk. The second he takes a sip of his drink, he’s immediately showering his partner in praise and kisses, his arm(s) always around them in some way the whole night

Hates huge flashy dates, UNLESS it’s a festival/amusement park date. He LOVES that shit

Would prefer a partner who’s down to go to parties/bars/clubs with him, but if not that’s chill, as long as they’re fine with him going out himself then

Despite always going out to parties and such, he’s more than willing to reserve a few nights a week (or by request) to just stay home with his partner. He’s still gonna casually drink, though

An absolute doofus who comes up with the weirdest, most out of pocket date ideas.

“No, Dei, we’re not going shotgun fishing just to see how long it takes the police to get there.” “… What about a pistol? Crossbow? Bow and arrow? Okay, okay, how about spear? Babe hear me out-“

Will call his partner babe or baby regardless of their gender, but will stop if asked. Still says it for a joke/bit though

[okmissgirl]

Absolutely Normal Nonsense

HEHE I'm still alive and this some real nonsense y'all 💀

Also happens to fulfill the Future catagory for HellCheer Aniversary Week day 4.

<- Last Nonsense

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🥜 Sweet Nothings (and sour somethings) 🥒

To you I can admit

That I’m just too soft for all of it

“You gotta try it with peanut butter.” 

“I — what?” 

“Take your spoon, scoop some of it up—”

“Is this—?”

“Nuh-uh, you have to get a lot more. Like a heaping scoop. Here, let me—”

“Sweetheart, I know the logistics of it, I can… okay that’s — Chrissy that’s just straight up peanut butter.”

“But it tastes good! Especially when you spread a bunch on top of the pickle and the juice is still there, ugh, the contrast is phenomenal… I feel like I’ve ascended or something.” 

“Ascended? Peanut butter and pickles is a religious experience for you?” 

“Yes and I am a staunch believer and no sacrilege will be permitted in my house, so here comes the um, starfighter airplane jet thing… and…” 

“Wha— don’t just! Baby, I am agnostic at best—” 

“And you will see the light and be compelled if you would only open wide—”

“Ok princess, first, before I poison myself, how did you go from oreo and peanut butter cookies to this?”

“...put it in your mouth first.”

“Wh— I am not—”

“Please? Pretty please? For me?” 

“Oh baby doll, you’re so sweet. No.” 

“But—”

“No ma’am.”

“Ed-die!” 

“Chris-sy!”

“Give it a chance, the flavors, the textures — look at me baby, would I ever steer you wrong?”

“...”

“Eddie!” 

“Sorry, but I am very sure you would, case in point, I can’t even see the beaten path right now—” 

“Oh boo, where’s your sense of adventure? Where’s the man I fell madly in love with who used to do those disgusting beer kegs in college and use the same towel every week for months?” 

“Jesus Christ, woman — that dumbass is dead. Hallelujah.”

“But I want him back! Just for tonight? C’mon sweetie, one lick.” 

“Oh my god.” 

“I’ll eat the rest?” 

“And you’ll tell me who put you up to this? I brought that jar yesterday — there are only three pickles left mamacita — I know you’ve been going to town on these all day. That acid reflux is gonna be righteous tonight.”

“I promise it’s 8/10 worth the heartburn — that’s how good they are! … And I was bored, so…” 

“Bored?”

“Eh okay well, not completely, but that’s besides the point! Try it? Please?” 

“Ughhh, fine, fine…”

“Really?! Aw, Eddie—!”

“Hmm, since you asked so nicely… bottoms up, I guess…” 

“Hehe, enjoy…”

“...”

“...and?”

“Uh, cool your jets — I gotta analyze the flavor, the texture and all that shit…” 

“Oh… well, hurry up!” 

“My word, where is your patience, Christine? Hmm, I guess… it’s um… huh.” 

“Huh?”

“...s’not bad.” 

“Not bad? So that means… you like it?”

“I do not hate it.” 

“You love it!”

“It’s palatable, princess.” 

“See!! Oh my gosh, I told you! I told you, it’s the fucking contrast — like peanut butter and jelly!” 

“Uh, strong comparison, but I get what you’re saying. Now, who rummaged through our cupboards and got pickle juice all up in the peanut butter jar? ‘Cause I know it wasn’t you — that’s something you’d get mad at me for.”

“Well… Robin came over…” 

“Of course. Of course — you know, I walked into that one. Like in the back of my mind I thought “Eddie, what if it’s Bucklely who’s eating all your shit?” and at the time I didn’t wanna believe it but, tsk… should’ve known.”

“What! How could you say that? Robin’s so much fun!” 

“Yeah, until she starts packing our food in tupperware boxes and taking it to her place.” 

“She does not do that.”

“I’ve seen it with my own two eyes, Missus Munson.” 

“Edward Munson! You know how boring it is, staying at home 24/7?! All I ever do is fold, wash, and dry all the clothes we brought and then dig out some more for tomorrow to fold again and then I eat and watch reruns of Seinfeld. I try to cook but then my feet hurt. I try to drive to the grocery store but no, I can’t get behind the freaking wheel! I want to practice the stretches we learned in class so I put on exercise videos but I can’t even follow along with them! I sit there like a beached whale! There’s no one to call and everyone’s at work except me! There’s nothing to do, I’m slowly going out of my mind and, and… you know what, give me that—”

“What are you — hey! I was gonna—”

“NO! You don’t deserve a peanut butter pickle! Shame on you, making fun of me like that when Robin was so kind to come over and watch a movie with me, help make cookies, and introduce both of us to this delicious delicacy. You should be thankful!”

“Aw Chris, I am thankful; just didn’t know you had it so rough baby—”

“Ey! Get away, you! Don’t try to kiss me! I’ll stick this glob of peanut butter in your hair—”

“No you won’t.”

“I will.” 

“Uh, okay… I’ll just eat it off, but sure. “

“Eddie!” 

“Okay, okay pretty girl — I’m thankful that Buckley broke into our house so you could have some adventure for the day—”

“— I mean, you told her where the house key is buried, so that’s kinda on you—

“However, I’m at your beck and call whenever you need me.” 

“... I guess.” 

“You guess?” 

“I dunno, Munson. The way you look at those campaign sheets sometimes… kinda has me worried, is all…” 

“Perish the thought, fair maiden! For I find you tantalizing, bewitching — the object of many a man’s desire but alas, you are mine, Christine, and I’ll fall upon my own sword if there ever is a day I find myself blind to such godlike beauty…” 

“... hmm…” 

“Hmm? Too much?”

“No… I never said that… “

“Then pray tell… hmm, what? Is it a secret? Would you whisper in my ear? Don’t be afraid, you can tell me…” 

“No, no secrets here.”

“Oh…? “ 

“I do have a question though.” 

“And I await with bated breath to hear it.” 

“.... you fancy me a goddess, good sir?”

“Of course I... yes.”

“Am I to believe I am just a simple spirit you found looking into the glade?” 

“N-no, never you are not just any goddess. You are more brilliant than Aphrodite herself.” 

“You swear?” 

“On my life…” 

“...”

“... Chris—”

“Alright, help me get down from here.” 

“Oh! Uh, sure, but why do you—”

“Honestly, my ass is getting numb and I didn’t really think this through once I actually got up here so…” 

“Well, can’t have a sore ass on my watch, sweetheart — just lift your—”

“I’m heavier than before okay, so be careful with you back and don’t—”

“Pfft, babycakes you weigh 30 pounds soaking wet as we speak… there we go. Hmm.. I kinda like it, actually.” 

“Like what?”

“You know…” 

“I don’t, actually.” 

“Well… I’ve been meaning to ask… is my queen gonna claim her throne tonight?”

“... Eddie—”

“I’ve been waiting. Thirsting. Praying fervently that I could show my fealty to you once more. So… please…I—” 

“What… what if I’m… I’m not… too…”

“Never, never… ah… never, Christine…”

“Shi… I… okay.”

“Okay?”

“Please.” 

Oftentimes, Eddie is struck by the fact that he gets to come home to Chrissy Munson née Cunningham everyday. To find his wife sitting on the kitchen counter, scooping peanut butter onto a pickle stick, so far removed from the hustle and bustle of his chaotic workday. But he guesses that’s natural. 

He hopes the feeling lasts a lifetime. 

*BONUS*

“fifty-eight one-thousand, fifty-nine one-thousand… and… okay… okay, that’s…”

“...Chrissy? Chris, what are you doing in the shower? Is everything okay…? Cause uh, I woke up and your side of the bed was like wet with… something. I didn’t smell it or anything but uhh… you can wake me up when stuff like that happens. I know it’s normal and I can help—”

“Eddie! You thought I wet the bed? I’m no child!”

“Well yeah, I know that… but you’re also—”

“I’m in labor. Well, I’m pretty sure I am, at least. My water broke in bed.” 

“...what.” 

“Yeah, I woke up and it was like, everywhere, and it kept dripping down my legs… kinda gross. I wanted to take a shower.”

“Wha… holy fuck, can you rewind to, uh, Jesus… um, are you really, seriously—”

“Yup, I think so. Can you help me get out of here please?”

“Uh, uh, okay, yeah, no problem I can — I can do that.”

“Great!”

“Shit… maybe we shouldn't have done so much last night?” 

“No. We do a lot most nights. I don’t think that made a difference here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Honestly? I think it was the pickles.”

[sugarssims]

I don't know what it is about Cid and dropping people on the juice keg but I find it hilarious. I mean, just look at the ashamed face he's making.

[moochipeachey]

Dear Diary,

I have a love-hate relationship with this place... but thankfully there's been more ups than downs lately. And maybe it's just the leftover fizzy juice in my system but I think I've finally found my tribe. It's crazy how in just a short time, I've managed to make such amazing friends. I guess Windenburg isn't so bad after all. Anyway The bonfire I went to last week was something straight out of a teen flick, I'm still high off the vibes and energy from that night. We all gathered around this massive, crackling bonfire, the flames dancing to the beat of our laughter and the crashing waves nearby. The salty sea breeze mixed with the scent of marshmallows roasting on sticks, created this cozy, magical atmosphere. Ugh, it was surreal. Truly.

(Yes that is me doing a keg stand with Matthew Felix. Please don't ask.) And can we just take a moment to appreciate the gooey, deliciousness that is s'mores? They had a whole setup with marshmallows, graham crackers, and the most amazing chocolate bars ever. And let me tell you, I have the art of roasting marshmallows down to perfection. There were no burnt marshmallows on my watch! But I'm stalling, let's get into the juicy details... After we stuffed ourselves with smores (I lost count of how many I devoured), we decided to play some fun beach games. There was beach volleyball, water slides, and water balloon fights. And the games didn't stop there! We played a hilarious round of truth or dare, and let me tell you, some secrets were spilled. But it was all in good fun, and I got to know my friends on a whole new level. There's just something about sitting around a bonfire, under the starry night sky, that makes you open up and feel closer to people.

Which is the only logical way to explain Matthew's (and mine) behavior that night (and every night since), and still I can't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, there's this exciting and electrifying connection I share with Matthew; it's like he brings out a side of me that I didn't know existed. But then, there's the familiarity and comfort of Eric, he makes me feel secure and grounded, while still allowing me to be myself without any pretenses. It's like I'm two completely different versions of myself when I'm with them. I've been praying to the universe to send me a sign, a clear answer to let me know which one to choose. But even the universe seems to be confused. I mean, why else would Eric ask me to be his girlfriend during the same week I'm forced to partner up with Matthew for our senior project...

Like I said... Something changed after that bonfire. Or maybe there was something in the water. I don't know. But there are 3 things I know for certain...

1. You probably aren't a good girlfriend when you're disappointed when your boyfriend interrupts the kiss you're about to share with his best friend. *Bonus points if you have to force yourself to feel guilty afterwards.

2. When his best friend offers to start hosting late night study/work sessions at his house, he probably doesn't have the best intentions. And if attending these secret rendezvous involves having to lie to your boyfriend, parents, and best friends.... You probably don't have the greatest intentions yourself.

3. What's done in the dark will eventually come to the light. But it's easy to ignore the impending consequences of your decisions when you have a distraction as hot as Matthew Felix to keep you busy. I should get ready for this gala Until next time diary, XOXO Naomi ♡

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[gnomeyflamingo]

✯ A Sim-ply Historical House Party ✯

Today Kiry is graduating High School. His absurdly wealthy & famous mothers have bought a TS2 re-creation of the Beaker House to host his themed costume party in. Ofcs, Acco, and Atreo are invited!

Atreo: “Omw, look at it! It’s exactly as described in our history books!”

Acco: “Hiya Kiry!"

Kiry: “Good evening and welcome! I appreciate the effort you put into your costumes, I can very easily tell you are meant to be Don Lothario and Pascal Curious."

Acco: “I’m so excited, congrats again on graduating and with such high grades!”

Kiry: “Thank you!"

Atreo: “I’m in awe, the attention to detail… I never knew your mums were so rich!”

Kiry: “They truly went all out. We even have a DJ and a juice keg for the occasion.”

Atreo: “Juice?! This party is gonna be amazing!"

Acco: “Pascal and Nervous were such a good idea for a couples’ costume by the way.”

Kiry: “I can’t even explain how right this feels. Seeing us both dressed like this is making me happy and highly flirty."

Atreo: “Yes!! Juice, juice, JUICE! Let’s all get dazed!”

Atreo: “Really? Cassandra? Don’s fiancée? Coincidence much?”

Zehra: “It's not. I did my research.”

Atreo: "You went through my trash again, didn't you?"

Zehra: "Ah you got me!"

Atreo: "It's a good thing I like you."

Kiry: "You… do? I need to process this information."

Most of the guests head into the courtyard to dance to the TS2 soundtrack. Everybody seems to be having a blast. It's a hot, sweaty night so the juice is flowing fast.

Acco: “I swear Atreo’s not paying any attention to me at all. I bet he still doesn't know about me and Kiry. I’ve told him like 3 times! I have a feeling he’s not gonna like it…”

Onyx: “Oh who cares what your stupid brother thinks? You’re happy, that’s all that matters."

Acco: “I suppose… great costumes btw guys.”

Onyx: “Who knew dressing as a 40-something Mum would feel this comfortable?”

Acco: “Denise you really look like Olive Specter. It’s scaring me.”

Denise: “Aw thank you Acco. You won’t end up in my garden tonight.”

Derya: “Do you need help?”

Zehra: “Ha! Not from you. I can’t believe you dressed as gold digger Dina.”

Derya: “Esma suggested we be the twins-"

Zehra: “You always leave me out! I wanted to be Nina and dream about hottub woohoo with Atreo.”

Derya: “Go and snipe at Esma then."

Derya: “ Wow Atreo, you totally pull off the Don look.”

Atreo: “Thanks, you make a good Dina.”

Derya: “You up for some roleplay? We could mess around in the shower?"

Atreo: "Oh Dina, we shouldn't. I’m engaged."

Derya: "It'll be our secret. Meet me in the bathroom later."

Atreo: “Hey! Cool costumes… You’re the Burbs right?”

Asmara: “Yup, John and Jennifer. Where’ve you been Atreo? I haven’t seen you in ages, we should really catch up… as friends I mean.”

Atreo: “Yeah… Sorry. Later. So does this mean you’re a couple?”

Asmara: “What? No!”

Aldo: “OMW I’m into guys. I told you this. We both have! Do you listen, like ever?”

Asmara: Yeah this is just a friend thing, we thought it’d be cute.”

Atreo: “Oh thank the Watcher.”

Esma: “If you’re Don Lothario, where’s your beard?”

Atreo: “Ugh I couldn’t grow it and my cheeks are just too silky smooth to glue on a fake one.”

Esma: “Your lack of commitment is disappointing.”

Atreo: “Hey you’re Nina, you’re meant to be into me!”

Atreo: “Are you excited for your birthday tomorrow?”

Zehra: “Not really, but I’m excited about yours! A young adult in two days! I wonder what your rolls will be?”

Atreo: “Yeah well, I’ve been trying not to think about it.”

Atreo: “The Watcher and their friends really don’t like me, so my future is looking bleak… Yeah not gonna dwell on it.”

Zehra: “Don’t worry my love. I will be there to support you every step of the way.”

Derya: “Sooo I’m heading to the bathroom just so you know.”

Zehra: “Uck you’re so weird and gross. I’m gonna hack your social bunny and tell everybody."

Atreo: "And I'm gonna go to set off the fireworks I bought real fast. My bladder bar is very low suddenly."

Atreo quickly heads up the stairs to light the fireworks he set up earlier, looking forward to messing around with Derya. He’s determined to distract himself from all the stuff he doesn’t want to accept is happening and is completely unaware of what he’s about to witness…

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[handelplayssims]

Forgot to check age at this point! Autumn has...81 days until ageing up. Plus three for Saturday, Friday, Thursday and then minus 15 is 69 so...adding a few more days makes it 65 days until ageing up until we leave this household. Eating breakfast of mac and cheese and then editing and uploading video of mixology. And then Autumn sleeps.

...so Sims can now just turn up asking to become best friends. High School Years addition. I thought it was only for teens but nope! I got Belle Brandt popping in to ask to become besties. Listen lady, it was one chat on the dance floor. We ain’t that close. Waking up and Freddie’s whims are to buy a new computer and chat with Mitchell. ...sure he would think the downstairs computer needs to be upgraded. Also since Belle is here, might as well tend the massage chair and see if she wants to go for it. And she does! Nice! And hey! So does Mitchell! Nice nice nice. Need to make that money back. Also Mitchell seemed drawn to the keg I bough for this household so...I have a second idea! But in setting up for that idea, Mitchell woke up Autumn with playing the guitar nearby! How rude!

JUICE! JUICE! JUICE! JUICE! JUICE!

Let’s check on Autumn now. Her whim is to – be friendly with a non-household Sim. Sounds like a good launch off point for making another teen friend! Going off of who I remember at school, and wanting to make another gal friend, we’re visiting the Caliente household! To visit Maria Caliente During our chatter we find out that she likes video games! Well, why not head home and play on Autumn’s console then? (And it works for the, ‘win a competitive game whim.’) Annnd she lost. Welp. Over to Freddie and his whims are to level up in Charisma, as a tie-in to his aspiration, and to have a drink at the lounge. Hmm. Let’s pre-plan a party shall we? A keg party on Tuesday! Anyway, whim is still up on Autumn to win a game so uh, let’s go with a chess game against her brother. ...results inconclusive, I set her up to go to the restroom and it somehow took priority. Also the two are now good friends. Woo. Autumn’s heading to bed and- hmm. Freddie probably has too little energy to properly enjoy a lounge drink. Alas! Vibe until bedtime!

Neighborhood Watch!

Avani Srinivasan in the Srinivasan household has died. Avani blushed so much she exploded.

Fabian McMillan in the McMillan household has died. No cliffanger here; Fabian slipped while rock climbing.

Autumn is waking up sore from punching a boxing bag in her gamer rage. Things I wish I had when I am in gamer rage. First whim is to- oooh, list an outfit on Trendi. That is something that’s tied into this aspiration. We got four hours until school so let’s save that for after. Second whim is to make someone happy. Easier said than done with Meaningful Stories. I mean, making friends is one way to do so. Things to do, things to do before school… like actually doing homework? Sure why not. Only got it 25 percent done. Alas! Let’s see...now is the time to make judgements on the teens and their fashions so I can make a new friend. Let’s go with...Sidney Price! Introductions and finding out he’s active guy and a cheerleading dude. To math class! Which raises logic skill! Fair enough. Fashion judgement round 2! Let’s go with...Koichi Takeuchi! He’s a Cat Lover! ...and also Mean. Welp. Next school job thing is to...do the T-pose challenge. Well, hey, we can do that! And we have a little time left so let’s chat with Sidney some more. Next is Science class. Also raises logic! Right! Enough of school! Let’s finally check out the Thrift-and-Bubble Tea store! Weird combo but eh, Sims.

This is my first time actually checking out this place! Even in an alt file where I played the Prescott household, I didn’t find too many excuses to come over here.

Anyway, this is a tie-in with a fashion reseller called Trendi, where evidently, you do similar things on this app that you do here. Find fashion and resell it. As someone who’s not into fashion normally, this is WAAAY out of my league. Also -leers at advertisement- Hilariously, this is considered the most well-realized part of the pack. But also, this reminds me that styles are a thing also introduced in this pack. I might as well poke through the fashions and see if any of Autumn and Freddie. Seems to be a basics lean for Autumn and a preppy one for her brother. Annnd we’re over at Freddie since he was the one I was on screen last. Back to your sister! Food seems blech! It’s sliders and corndogs. That’s stuff high school sells!

Fashion is certainly...a thing. Anyway, what’s trending is Country stylings. Heh. Topical considering what other packs are released....I’ve having fun seeing that what I would like to wear veers more boho than country. Sound about right!

So I got my country look and what I would personally wear. Of course it's comfy casual. Let’s go and sell the Country outfit on Trendi. Now from what I understand, you can make LOADS of money just selling stuff but for right now, all I have is 164 followers from repeatedly posting my look. Let’s just keep it neutral and sell it for a modest price. Anyway, enough with fashion! It’s time to go and talk with Sidney some more! Found out his fashion preferences which is, dislikes outdoors, likes basics and likes streetwear. And it’s time to work for Autumn! Man I completely forgot about that. A few more socials and- welp. She has a crush on Sidney. I am PRETTY CERTIAN he’s gay. Weeeeeelp. Let’s head home and get to work. Let’s see what’s trending on the video machine and if any can have lifestyle reviews...same as before so not really! Anyway, Freddie wants to watch sports on tv, which I would leap into like, playing with the soccer ball or basketball or something but it’s far too late. Perhaps a run on the treadmill before bed. Oh and I checked my inventory before sending Autumn to bed and Akira Kibo wanted the dress-y outfit. You do you, you ghost.

Neighborhood Watch

Brindleton Bay: The Cormier household has moved in.

[rovingpixels]

I ranked townies with tricoufamily’s townie sorter, and the top 10 is pretty solid.

Not surprised Cassie got #1. I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately since Axl is. Caleb was the first boyfriend in my game! When I got the game, I got Vampires and Vintage Glamour with it (yeah, I wanted to be a vampire with a butler – who doesn’t?) and the first character I rolled up pursued Caleb. It was the hair. And then Lilith is just Lilith, isn’t she?! 

Olivia S-K Lewis was the spouse in the second gen of my family legacy challenge. She was the girl next door. She was nice; I liked her. Luna – I liked her for Axl until Cassie came along, then I turned her into a brat. (If it wasn’t that, her mobster father was going to chase him off or something; he’s not going to find the love of his life in high school.) But I still like her, I guess. And poor Alexander! Why did they put that baby in the attic?! Won’t somebody please think of the children?! Travis Scott was the second or third baby daddy in my 100 baby challenge. He was kind of adorable with the kids though his two boys (twins) were mean and lazy. But they always came home to visit their mom and Travis visited, too, until he died. 

Johnny Zest is always a little boy lost in my games. He often turns up as a friend when I have a sim in some sort of entertainment career. We look after him. Once, we were at a restaurant and the Landgraabs showed up and they snubbed him! Vicious!

The Best Friends household gets a lot of reflected glory because I like New Girl, but Mitchell Kalani comes by it honestly because he came to the inauguration party my simself threw, he helped me tap the blue (tide) juice keg, and was the first one at the selfie station I downloaded. 

Bella Goth rounds out the top ten. It’s Bella Goth.

The middle is a mishmash of characters I don’t know that much about sloping down to active dislike as the numbers mount. Vlad comes in at 18 because Antonia has struck up a weird Halloween friendship with him, plus he did her a solid long ago. I feel bad that Marcus Flex is so low: he was another 100 baby daddy. He did disappear after the pregnancy but he came back into the kids’ life later and was a good dad. I really don’t like Nina Caliente after her pursuit of Noe. 

And Nancy Landgraab is last. 😂 

That was pretty fun! Do check out the sorter.