#I would absolutely do everything I can to win the rest of the group over with good food it's just my nature 😭😭

[bashfulkisser]

Brb gonna be thinking so hard about this when I should be trying to get some sleep

Maybe I should draw some stuff like this later.... Gotta put a pin in that <<

[fillinforlater]

The Archive of Smite

This page belongs to the writer named Smite. He wrote fics starting in September of 2021 up until April 2024. In these 2,5 years, over 8.000 people followed him to read some of the craziest k-pop girl group smut out there. Almost 150 stories of sex in all kinds of positions, for many reasons, all over the world (and in outerspace), with too many kinks to count.

"When I started, I kinda wanted to become the best. I wanted my favorite writers at the time - Levi, Peach, Sins, and many more - to know that I could write as good as they can. I wanted to go wilder and crazier."

Smite, though ambitious, was also stupid and naive. At roughly the same time he started writing, two other community legends began their careers. IZ and Kaede crushed everything in their sight, especially the former becoming an absolute legend.

"Writing was fun. At times, it was escapism from everyday worries. At other times, it was fulfillment of fantasies I could never reach. Mostly though, it was just horny. BFH that just became words. If you go through my Masterlist, you might see which idols had some random heights or were just... Always on my hot list."

Smite never really stopped writing, not for long stretches that is. It didn't really occur to him that there might be a sudden, drastic reason to stop. He considered doing so anyways. Something about writing porn about irl people without them knowing or wanting - needless to say, it is an odd hobby. Nevertheless, he enjoyed it amd the community it brought with it.

"I fucking love these guys. So many hilarious peoplefrom all over the world. One became like my best friend, a rock during my emotional struggles. Another was my boyfriend for a short time. Man, I screwed up with him kekw. There are too many to mention. I've had long talks with some, others just came by and listened to me mald or something. I love you all, some of you I consider true friends - part of my soul - and I feel connected, even if you are thousands of miles away."

2024 started stressful for Smite. The pressure of Uni started to collapse on him. Even the thought of big kpop concerts wasn't enough to cheer him up. Luckily though, there was this girl. Sweet, kind, caring and in the same position. Soon, he had found something that seemed impossible. She was in love with him and he in love with her. And when everything unraveled.

"I stopped writing. I burried my drafts. I finished only one story and released it way later. I'm sorry I didn't announce it properly, but I just felt that this smut writing career was over. I don't regret it - I gained something beautiful I want to keep for the rest of my life. She is at least as pretty as Minju, so I call that the biggest win imaginable lol."

So no more smuts from Smite?

"99% no"

No more fanfictions/girl group stories in general?

"Eh, 80% no. Still some unfinished angst that I would love y'all to read tho"

Will you ever reach those 150 fics?

"We will see. In this count there are fics with less than 1000 words. I might just sneeze and finish it kekw"

Any fic you regret not writing?

"Not really? Maybe a proper ending for Starship: Horizon? Or yet another Minju fic? Futa stuff? Gaeul angst x female reader? Or how about a fic with 69 different idols at once? Who but me would dare to write something so stupid?"

Do you think you reached your initial goal?

"Do I consider myself the GOAT? No. That title belongs to either Peach, Levi or IZ. But I know that of my now 8.700 followers some consider me their favorite writer. I'm flattered and thank you very much for reading amd enjoying my work."

Now for the most important question: does this post mean you are finally leaving the community behind for good? Is this your last hoorah?

"..."

"Never."

[repulsiveliquidation]

Reservation || Laia Codina

warnings : smut (18+), fingering, cunnilingus, face-riding, lots of biting, thigh-riding.

summary : Laia goes on a little date with herself to celebrate the win over Brazil in the group stages where she meets a server who catches her eye.

Laia cheers with the rest of the team when they qualify for the quarterfinals. Pumping fists and lots of hugs later, she’s on a bus back to the olympic village with the rest of the girls. 

“So what are we doing to celebrate, eh?” Jenni asks, wrapping her arm around Laia as she leans her head on Laia’s. 

“I dunno but I need a hot shower before I even think about what to do,” Laia explains and Jenni rolls her eyes playfully, moving to make fun of Cata and her batman mask. 

Laia goes on her phone, googling all the best spots for a little quiet wind down spot near the Olympic Village. She finds a quaint little family restaurant that’s away from town, which is sure to be absolutely void of patrons. 

The pictures look promising and the local guide reviews are exceptional. As she scrolls through the photos and gets a little excited to try everything, there’s someone in those pictures that catches her eye and she’s hoping they’re there for service tonight. She calls, eager to make a reservation. A girl picks up. 

“Bonjour, comment puis-je vous aider?”

“Uh,” Laia starts, remembering she doesn’t actually know anything in French. 

“Um, connaissez-vous l'anglais??”

There was a bit of a word she understood; she smiled and nodded to no one in particular though Aitana did look at her friend funny. 

“Yes, English!” 

“Ah okay! What can I do for you miss…?”

“Laia!” She yells a little too excitedly,  “can I make a reservation for one tonight please?” 

“Yes, Laia was it?” 

“Yes, thank you so much!” 

“Of course, see you tonight, merci!”

Laia hangs up and looks quite proud of herself, sinking back into her chair on the bus. She looks out the window, mindlessly daydreaming about the girl she saw in the pictures while the rest of the girls begin to sing songs a little too loudly; before you know it Alexia yells at them to pull themselves together and shut the fuck up so she can sleep. 

Of course no one listens to her and they continue to sing, Laia joins in just as they reach the chorus of their fifth Karol G number. 

Jenni takes too long in the bathroom before she can fully rest a bit before her little date with herself in the evening. Laia feels a little nervous, unable to rest just a little before she leaves the room. Luckily the weather was nice and she could walk to the restaurant and enjoy the warm sun. 

There was a little breeze, leaving her feeling quite refreshed and eager for her little date. Following Apple Maps on her phone, she finds the place rather easily. There were lots of locals out and about in the bars, watching the Olympics with their families. 

Laia stood in front of the restaurant, waiting to be seated. There were a few people inside and it smelled delicious, she was quite proud of herself for finding this little gem. 

“Avez-vous une réservation?” 

”Um,” Laia looked up and saw her. The girl from the pictures. She stares at Laia with a little amused face, smiling bigger when she sees the little blush creep up on the Spainiards face. 

“English?” Laia manages, smiling when the server nods and starts to take a menu. 

“Does a pretty lady like you have a reservation?”

“Oh!” Laia gasps, “Sí, I mean yes, Laia.”

“Hmm, a pretty face to go with a pretty name. Come with me, you’ve got the best table in the house.”

“Really?”

“Oui, and it’s in my section,” you quip, winking at the deeply blushing Laia. 

You pull the chair out for Laia, making sure to push it in carefully. With the menu in front of her, you begin to recommend the best dishes on it. 

“What’s the best dish here?”

“Me, but I’m unfortunately not on the menu tonight.”

“Shame.”

“Yes, but our Salade de Chèvre Chaud to start would be lovely.” 

“Sí, I’ll do that. And the Ha-chis, um, Parm-men-tier,” Laia tries, chuckling softly when you giggle at her. 

“I’ll applaud you for trying but it says Meat Pie right under the French bit.”

“Oh,” Laia looks at the menu then up at you, watching as your eyes get a certain look in them. 

“How about dessert?” You ask, leaning in a little closer than etiquettely acceptable. 

“I want to keep my options open,” Laia says, her turn to be a little flirty. 

“I like that, I’ll go put your order in. Would you like a bottle of wine to go with your meal?”

“Whatever you pick will be perfect.”

You wink at her and walk towards the kitchen, taking a deep breath behind the door. Your friend, Jessie, sees you looking flush and flustered. 

“Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”

“The cutest girl ever just walked in and I’m pretty sure we’re fucking after she has dinner.” 

“What gave you that idea?”

“I saw it in her eyes, you know?”

“Maybe it was the delusion.”

“Maybe,” you say matter-of-factly, “she wants to give me an unforgettable night.” You punch Laia’s order into the POS. Jessie rolls her eyes at you and begins to take food that needs to be served and as you walk out to help her, you whisper a little confession to her. 

“I’m gonna let her.” 

“Here’s your Duck Salad and first glass of wine, enjoy,” you say to Laia, heart melting when she smiles up at you and thanks you in perfect French. You saw her on her phone earlier, mumbling to herself and she was clearly practicing phrases in an attempt to speak to you. When you bring her main, she’s got another nugget of information for you. 

“Thank you, the salad was delicious,” Laia tried and when she finished, you were ready to take her home with you. 

She finishes the last bits of her mashed potatoes, and since the restaurant is empty, you strike up a conversation. Laia was easy to talk to and was more than interested in talking more with you. 

“Where are you from? You’re clearly not French.”

“Spain but I live in England,”

“Oh for work?”

“Sí,” Laia says with her big smile on her face. The boss was out with his lady for the night and since he was your dad, you were allowed to sit with a customer. 

Laia offers to pour you some of her wine and you let her, watching your pretty eyes glimmer in the dim restaurant. 

“What do you do Laia?”

“I play football!”

“What’s that? Is that an Olympic sport?”

Laia, flabbergasted, begins to sputter and explain the most famous sport in the world to the prettiest girl she had ever seen. 

You knew perfectly well what it was and played a little with your brothers but decided that evening that you loved hearing her talk and this seemed like a good way to get Laia to keep talking. 

“There’s eleven people on each–why are you laughing?”

“If you asked me to marry you right now, I think I would say yes. Are you always this adorable Laia?” 

Laia understandably blushes and begins to stutter again, leaving you in a fit of more giggles. Laia stares at you as you laugh, feeling her heart grow fonder as the night goes on. 

“Oh my where are my manners,” you say, standing, “would you like dessert?”

A mischievous grin adorns Laia’s face before she speaks. 

“Only if you’re on the menu.” 

You return her mischievous grin and vow to make her night worth it. 

“That certainly sounds delicious, let me go ask the chef what he can do.” 

You come back with her bill and an exciting update on Laia’s pending dessert. 

“I get off at ten, wait for me outside?” 

Laia nods excitedly, before looking down at the bill. It was zero. 

“Wait, no! You don’t need to!” 

“Consider it our first date on me,” you lean in and kiss her cheek, “I’ll be right outside,” you tell her before turning around abruptly “Oh! And watch out for Frankie, he likes head pats.” 

Laia walks outside and sits along the street, keeping her eye out for anyone that looks like Frankie. Not long after, a fluffy, pearly white cat comes up to her, nudging his head against her shins. 

“Debes ser Frankie,” Laia tells him, checking the little collar he had that rang when he sauntered. Laia gives him head pats as instructed, feeling the little guy purr and roll over onto his back for more lovings. 

“My my, he normally isn’t that quick to roll over. I knew I was right about you,” you remark, kneeling beside Laia and joining in on giving Frankie affection. He’s more than happy to have two hands on him, mewing his head off in approval. 

“My place or yours?”

“Mine isn’t exactly one-night stand friendly,” Laia says quietly, picking at her cuticles nervously. 

“That’s okay, mine’s just up the road anyway,” you take her hand and begin walking up the street, the cool late night breeze blowing lightly on your faces. 

“You really didn’t need to get my bill,” Laia tells you, smiling nervously at you. You wave in her face and smile, telling her it was your father’s restaurant so really it was on the house. 

Your house though was a lovely two bedroom apartment that was in a quiet bit of town with no one around this late at night. There were a few tv’s on and you could barely hear the Olympics replays on them. Walking into your front room, Laia grinned and looked around curiously. 

“I love that song,” Laia says quietly, reaching for the record sitting on top of your coffee table. You come around her and put ‘Turn Me On by Norah Jones’ in the player, turning around to face Laia. Her hands find your waist, pulling you closer as yours wrap around her neck. The familiar first verse plays and she makes you dance a little, which pulls a giggle out of you. 

Both of you are nervous to make the first move and it’s because you’re both scared. As you ought to be. 

“Putain,” you mutter in French before crashing your lips on the Spaniard’s. 

The butterflies are replaced with fireworks. The nerves turned into desire. Clothes ripped from bodies and littered all over the floor. There were sirens in the background as breaths quickened. You nearly trip over your carpet when Laia walks you back to your couch. 

Her lips are like sweet candy you’ve never tasted before, her skin burning hot to your touch. She kept her hands on your waist, pulling away panting. 

“Do you want this?” 

“More than anything, Laia.” 

She presses her lips to yours again, hands much braver to explore you. The center-back reaches for your bra and unclasps it expertly, taking a breast in her mouth eagerly. 

“You’ve –ah fuck–you’ve done this before…” you gasp, back arching into her mouth. She rips her head away from you and you whine, her hand kneading the other breast expertly. 

“Sí, one or twice,” Laia responds, a naughty grin on her face. She leaves hickeys all over your chest, suckling softly on your nipple that hardened in her mouth. You whimper, hands tangled in Laia’s hair. 

“Eres tan hermosa amor,” 

“Fuck, keep talking to me Laia,” you whisper, pulling the Spaniard closer to you. She buries her face in your neck, kissing and sucking while her hands pull your leg over hers. Slender fingers slip into your underwear and a deep giggle rings in your ears when the fingers feel your soaked folds. 

“¿Estás tan mojada por un maldito extraño, cariño? Wet for a stranger?” 

“Y–Yes,” you whisper, eyes closing tightly as you feel Laia’s fingers slowly rub your clit. Her fingers are gentle but apply appropriate pressure, little shocks of pleasure surge up into your body. She takes your breast back into her mouth and sucks hard, pushing you into a flurry of ecstacy. 

“Does that feel good, amor?” Laia asks cheekily, fingers teasing themselves against your pussy. Your hips grind up and down into the feeling, her fingers naughtily pull away. She pushes you up against the armrest of the couch while she kneels before you. Your legs open themselves for her and she smiles, kissing up your legs. Her slightly rough hands send goosebumps all over your skin, breath catching in your throat. 

“More…” you beg in French, noticing that Laia immediately understands. Her hands press your hips down and her kisses begin to move higher and higher, closer and closer to your core. 

Laia leaves hickeys all over your inner thighs, licking and sucking hard on your skin. You’re all red when she moves to your core, hair slightly tousled. You pull her up and kiss her passionately, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. 

“Where do you want me touching you, sweetheart?” Laia asks, hands gliding over your tummy and inner thighs. 

“Down there,” you point, feeling a pillow rest behind your head. You fidget and get comfortable, hands aching to take care of your little problem. Laia gets comfortable beside you and shushes you, slender fingers circling your clit again. She’s slow with her movements and nibbles on your ear, feeling your body lean into hers softly. 

“Here?” Laia asks smugly, free hand slipping underneath your neck to cradle your head. You nod and your head turns into her neck and you bite a dark hickey under her ear. Laia moans, fingers slipping into your pussy which pulls a groan out of you. 

The pads of her fingertips find your sweet spot a little too easily and it sends pure pleasure through your veins. Her palm rubs on your clit and you groan, breath hot on Laia’s neck. 

“You look so pretty like this, princesa,” Laia teases, “I bet you’re prettier when you come, no?” 

Her fingers inside you make space for a third, your appreciation of being touched goes unnoticed by her; the sound of how wet you are appeals to her ego. She growls in your ear and you gush, arousal sticking to her fingers. 

“You’re getting close, sí?”

“Yes, so fucking close!” 

“Mmh, been wanting to see you come the moment I laid eyes on you,” Laia whispers into your ear, her hands speeding up inside you. They press right against your sweet spot, eyes seeing blinding white when your orgasm sneaks up on you. 

“Fuck!” 

You grip her arms and your back arches fully off the bed, her fingers don’t stop till you’re seeing stars. You search for her lips and smash them on yours, taking in her breath and your whines. She pulls away and her fingers fill your mouth. 

“Clean them up, that’s a good girl,” 

You suck on her digits sloppily, saliva running down her hand and forearm. Your eyes never leave hers, boring deep into her deep brown ones. 

“Want you to ride my face,” you whisper. Laia, taken aback, goes wide-eyed and nods slowly, kissing you hard. You lay back on the couch and Laia climbs on top of you. She’s cautious but with a little encouragement from you, she kneels over you and gently sits on your tongue. 

Your hands hold her up and she begins to grind down on you slowly. Her jaw slacks and you groan against her clit, licking up all her built up arousal. Her hands grip your hair like you did earlier, hips grinding down harder and faster the more you lick. 

Your tongue finds her hole and slips in; Laia groans and bounces just a little to ride it. Your hands however, enjoy kneading her firm ass as they help her grind on top of you. 

You’re sure your chin is pruned with how wet she is, fingers coming around her body to flick at her clit. Laia’s eyes find yours and she zeroes in on your gaze as her thighs start to shake. The invisible pull behind her belly button becomes too much to hold in and the moment you feel her muscle tension go away, she comes right on your tongue. 

This was not how you saw your night going when you picked the phone at the restaurant but it was a night to remember. 

She climbs off your face and grins stupidly, grabbing your face to taste herself off you. She moans and is intentionally sloppy with her kisses, whining when the taste of her lingers on your tongue. 

Laia’s eyes go dark and she flips you over. You’re sat on her thigh and her strong hands guide your hips to start moving. Your clit, soaked in even more slick, creates the perfect environment for riding her thigh. Your hips rock slowly, pressing down hard to increase your pleasure. 

Your hands wrap around her neck and your face tucked into the side. She whispers dirty things into your ear in Spanish, her deep voice sends chills down your spine; you’re sure you’ve never been more attracted to anyone in your life. 

“Such a good girl, making yourself come on me hm?” 

“Oui,” you whine, sucking on her neck to make the bruises you left earlier even darker. She spanks your ass and sucks on your breast again, being sure to suckle hard. Your thighs burn but you keep riding, breath unsteady as your second orgasm builds inside of you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” 

“Ven por mí, princesa.”

You do, riding her thigh hard and fast. Your thighs shake like hers did, kissing her soft lips messily. You pant into each others mouths, feeling smiles appear on your faces. 

“That was awesome,” you tell her, slipping into her arms on the couch. She’s still smiling as she nods, leaning in to kiss you again. She wraps her arms tight around your middle, when the sound of the tv turning on startles the both of you. 

“Frankie!” you scream, seeing the pearly white beast standing on the coffee table on the remote. 

The replay of the group stage Spain-Brazil game was on. Laia’s face was on the jumbotron. 

You look from the tv to the girl whose arms you’re sitting in and see the resemblance. Your jaw drops and your heart rate goes up.

You just slept with the Spanish center-back who was here for the Olympics. An Olympian.

“So when you said your house wasn’t and I quote “...exactly one-night stand friendly,” you were talking about the fucking Olympic village?!” 

“Uh, yes?” 

“I’m gonna kill you,” you say with gritted teeth, turning around in her arms. She jumps off the couch, leaving you to chase her all over your little apartment. Frankie curls up in the warm spot near the heater and watches you two act like children, tail swishing amusedly. 

“How about!” Laia says breathlessly when you corner her in the kitchen, still stark fucking naked, “I’ll get you tickets to the quarterfinals and take you out on a proper date, my treat, to make it up to you?” 

“I want a kiss for every goal your team scores at the end, tell Alexia and Jenni they better get to scoring if you want them.” 

“Deal.” 

Laia got a total of six kisses broadcasted on the very same jumbotron at the Colombia game, but the sight of you in her jersey was just as good if not better than the picture of you two kissing that was pinned on the wall at your parents restaurant.

[janeyseymour]

Chicken Wings and Beer

Summary: You're a Hooters girl, and a certain group of teachers sits in your section. A certain redheaded teacher catches your eye, and you seem to catch hers.

WC: ~2.1k

Hooters- they were at the one and only Hooters location in Pennsylvania after a trip to the King of Prussia Mall. Melissa Schemmenti would quite literally be anywhere else but here with her coworkers. Why did they let Mr. Johnson choose where they should go to eat? Ava is all grins, Mr. Johnson greets most of the women in the restaurant with a smile, Barbara looks absolutely appalled to be stepping into this establishment, and the rest of the bunch looks mildly embarrassed.

You eye the group as they come in and immediately start to pour a tall Yuengling for your regular customer. With a quick check that your shirt is where you like it and a glance at yourself in one of the mirrors, you smile as you make your way over.

“Hey, Mr. J,” you say easily as you set the beer down for him.

“Y/N!” the older man chuckles. “How’ve you been?”

“Same old, same old,” you tell him with an easy smile. Then you turn towards the rest to the group. “My name is Y/N, and I’ll be taking care of youse today. Did we want to put in any other drink orders? Appetizers for the table?”

A few of them order beers while doing everything they can to not look at your chest or at the insanely short shorts you’re wearing. Your eyes slowly turn to the redhead that is sitting right in front of you, and… wow. She’s really pretty. She’s stunning. And she’s staring right at your chest without seemingly realizing it.

“Anything for you?” you ask her genuinely as you lean over the table, giving her a better view. You see the way her eyes go just slightly wider and a blush creeps into her cheeks.

“Uh,” she stutters out. “I’ll just take a Yuengling… please and thank you.”

You recite back the drink orders before getting the approval and turning to get the other drinks while they look over the menu. Melissa’s eyes are immediately trained on your ass.

“Melissa!” you hear one of the women scold. “Stop your staring!”

And although she’s being reprimanded for ogling you, you can still feel lingering looks from their direction.

When you return, the redhead’s eyes are immediately on your figure again. You place the drinks down and slide hers in front of her. She quickly takes a big gulp.

“Did youse figure out what all you want to eat tonight?” you ask as you lean on the table again, giving the hot redhead a nice view. Her cheeks immediately turn red again, and she quickly reaches for her beer again.

“We’ll do the pickles, fifty of the wings with sauce on the side- both ranch and bleu cheese, and an order of fries,” your regular customer tells you as he orders for the entire table.

You look around the group, and they all nod for the most part- doing everything they can in their power to only look at your face. The only one looking at your figure on display is the woman right in front of you- the one that caught your eye just as much as you seemingly caught hers. 

You personally bring everything you can over for them, and when Melissa drops her knife and fork on the ground, you easily bend over and pick it up for her.

“Think you dropped these, sweetheart,” you tease her as you set them back on the table with a wink. She can only stare. “I’m just messin’ with you. I’ll be back with a new set for you.” You take the utensils away and bring her another set. When you do, you make sure to show off just enough for her to stare at you with a smile.

“Thanks,” she says shortly, eyes only trained on your body.

“Can I get you guys anything else right now?” you ask politely, that award winning smile of yours on display this time.

Mr. Johnson waves you off before digging into his wings.

“You guys think I only come here for the pretty women, but I’m actually here for the wings,” the custodian tells his friends. “And Y/N is good company.”

“What’s she doing working here anyway?” Melissa asks. “She could be a supermodel.”

“Putting herself through nursing school,” Mr. Johnson tells the group.

“Damn!” Ava cuts in through a mouthful. “Hot and smart?”

“Wants to do pediatrics,” the janitor throws in. “She’s a good one. Always telling me about how she can’t wait to get out of here and start working at CHOP.”

“So, she’s hot, smart, and good with kids?” the principal asks incredulously. “There ain’t no way.”

“It’s possible,” Melissa shrugs as she bites into a wing.

“You think she’s hot?” Jacob asks. He knows that the second grade teacher bats for both teams.

“Of course she does!” Ava laughs. “She’s only been making eye contact with the girl’s boobs this whole time!”

“She’s single,” Mr. Johnson tells the group, but it’s mostly pointed at the second grade teacher. “Broke up with her girlfriend a few months ago. Poor girl was devastated.”

“Ooh, girl,” Jacob giggles like a schoolgirl. “You should ask her out!”

“I don’t know if she should do that,” Barbara huffs as she plucks a wing off the plate. “With such a… job choice that she��s making right now.”

“I respect it,” Janine shrugs. “If she’s putting herself through nursing school, good for her.”

“Ask her out!” Mr. Johnson eggs on the redhead. “She’s a good person.”

Melissa just takes another swig of her beer. 

You can hear them all encouraging her to ask you out, and you have to let out a soft chuckle as you chat with some of the other girls. They’re all telling you that you absolutely should ask her out.

“I don’t know,” you sigh as you fiddle with the ring that sits on your middle finger. “She’s pretty, but I doubt that-”

“Girl,” your fellow server rolls her eyes. “She’s been drooling over you since they walked in here. I’m sure Mr. J will help you out. If he’s here with her, you know she has to be good people.”

“Maybe,” you shrug. “I’ll think about it.”

A bit later, you bring another beer over for the redhead. You give her a wink and a bright smile before making your way back to the counter.

“She’s still staring at your ass.”

“And she should!” another one of your coworkers smirks. “Respectfully, you got a body on you, babes.”

“You guys are ridiculous,” you roll your eyes.

Only a few minutes later, the patron that you’ve had your eye on heads to the bathroom, and Mr. Johnson waves you over.

“What’s up?” you chuckle.

“What do you think of Melissa? She’s cute, right?” the janitor gets straight to his question.

You laugh nervously. “She’s pretty, yeah.”

“You should ask her out. She’s the best second grade teacher we got.”

You go to respond, but one of the younger teachers begins to protest. “Mr. Johnson! I’m right here!”

“I’m sure she’s a great teacher,” you try to placate. “I’m sure you all are.”

“You been flirting with her since we got here,” the custodian points out.

You bite your lip nervously. “No I haven’t.”

“You ain’t winked at me,” Ava tells you. “You ain’t winked at nobody but Schemmenti. I say go for it.”

“I-” you glance to the other veteran teacher, who is eying you warily.

“Oh, lighten up, Barb!” Mr. Johnson huffs. “Y/N’s a good one, Melissa deserves to have a little fun, and it’s clear these two are-”

He’s cut off by Melissa coming back to the table, and she has to brush past you just a little to sit back down.

Neither of you are expecting to feel that special touch- literally. She accidentally shocks you, and you have no idea how.

You jump just slightly, letting out a small yelp in surprise. Then you give her a sweet smile and tell her not to worry about it, affectionately patting her arm. The woman turns about as red as her hair.

“Can I get you guys anything else right now?” you ask. “Or are we still all good?”

“I think we’re good for right now,” Mr. Johnson tells you. “And hey, think about what I said.”

“What’d you say?” Melissa asks. “What’d I miss?”

“Just telling her to think about her future,” the man covers. Then he shoos you off. With a laugh, you turn on your heel and head over to check on your other table. You sway your hips a bit more than probably necessary, but you can guarantee that those green eyes are trained on your ass, and you might as well give her a show. Then you’re back to where the girls are, and they’re all cheering for you.

“Girl, she’s putty in the palm of your hand,” your coworker laughs. “I think you should just slip her your number.”

“I’ll give you twenty bucks to do it,” another tells you.

You can’t believe your friends. “Girls, I’m not going to do it… for the money. I’m gonna do it because I think she’s hot.”

So, when Mr. Johnson asks for the bill, you write the stereotypical ‘thank you’ on it, adorn with a scribbled out heart, before also writing your phone number down. You make it very clear that it’s for Melissa. As you set it on the table, you hope that she’ll grab it, but the custodian does instead. He gives you a knowing smirk.

“Mel, I think you should cover the bill this time,” he hands over the receipt.

The redhead looks over to him in shock. “No way. You wanted to come here. You pay.”

“Melissa,” Jacob nudges her. “Take the bill.”

“What the hell guys?” She doesn’t reach for it, but she does grab her purse and fish out her wallet. She hands you her card. “Just charge it.”

“Melissa!” Ava says pointedly. “You have to know what she’s going to run it for!” Everybody at the table has now seen that your number is very clearly printed on there, with a note that says ‘for the hot redhead, if she wants to go out sometime’. 

“I’ll see what she runs it up as when I get the notif-”

“Good God, woman!” Barbara has had enough and shoves the check in her face so that she sees the ten digits printed on there. “Take the damn bill!”

Emerald green eyes widen and sparkle as they see what you had written, and you almost feel embarrassed that you shot your shot with her. What if she-

“Is this really your number?” she asks as she looks to you, and for the first time she makes eye contact with you. She finds that your face is even more beautiful than the rest of your body… that your eyes sparkle with mischief and kindness, and everything that she wants.

You just smile at her before taking her card to run at the register. The girls instantly flock over to you.

“So she saw it?”

“Don’t act like youse weren’t watching the whole thing,” you roll your own eyes. You print the receipt to hand back to Melissa and head back over to the table.

“Youse all have a good night,” you tell the group, but your eyes are only on the redhead in front of you. In a rather daring move, you lean down so that your body is only highlighted. Melissa’s eyes go right to your body.

“That is my real number, so… if you ever wanted to get dinner sometime, I’m sure I can squeeze you in with my tight schedule.” You pat her arm affectionately before standing back up and walking to Mr. Johnson’s spot. You give the older man a gentle pat on the back and wish him well, telling him you’re sure you’ll see him soon.

The group heads out, you head back to your station with the girls, and as they’re exiting, you hear a few of them congratulating Melissa, asking if she really is going to reach out.

You wonder the same thing, but work calls. You have their table to clear, a few other tables to check in on, and then who knows what else will happen tonight. As you’re clearing their table though, a text from an unknown number comes through.

It’s Melissa, the first text reads. Then another comes through. Let me know when you can get dinner, and where.

You smile to yourself the rest of your shift.

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wait I still absolutely love love love kook trio reader with Rafe and because I think Rafe trying to control himself because he’s her ‘friend’ is so funny to me because hello I love him but I can totally get around to her and JJ 🤭

rafe thought he was really good at it—keeping himself under control. he thought no one else could see through the hard exterior, that he was keeping the possessiveness he felt over you well concealed.

he wasn't.

if the obvious staring at all the times of the day weren't enough, he was touchy with you, touchier than what was considered normal for your little friend group. you were the touchy one, always leaning against kelce's shoulder in the backseat when you were sleepy or keeping your feet splayed across top's lap during evenings spent out on the boat.

and though at first you had been the touchiest of all with rafe, he was starting to overtake you. a hand on your waist on the course, only pulling away when it was his turn to swing. sitting in the chair closest to you during lunch at the club, keeping his hand on the back of your seat, pulled closer to his than normal.

even during parties when he'd normally stalk off to sell and flirt with random girls—something that you used to be okay with but now made you feel a little unsettled, a little queasy—he was glued to your side, making sure the drink in your hand was from him, making sure your head only rested against his shoulder, your legs on his lap.

and normally, you ignored it. a little part of you was pleased, you'd always liked rafe the best, maybe because he had been the hardest to win over. when you first started hanging out with the boys, he'd put up the biggest fight, if topper and kelce were to be believed. rafe was the one who had been opposed, the one who thought a girl would ruin the vibes.

so it was nice, almost strangely satisfying, that he was so attached to you now. trying to be a good friend, like he always put it, like today.

rafe had given you a can of mango seltzer poured into a solo cup. what he didn't know was that topper had poured about two shots of vodka into the cup when rafe walked away to make a quick sell. and then kelce had topped you off again when rafe went to go make his own drink, so as a result, you were deliciously drunk, leaning back on the couch, pushing the soles of your feet against rafe's thighs while he kept a firm hand on your knee so you didn't tip over and fall off.

you giggle at his touch, everything feeling hot and tingly.

"really? that fizzy shit does this to you?" he asks, low and quiet. at first you're a little quiet, and he's a little worried—you're never quiet. but you laugh, thudding your head gently back on the arm of the sofa.

"rafe, when has one can ever done this to me? you're funny." you say, pushing yourself up and balancing on your elbows to look at him. you look pretty, enticingly so, almost enough to distract him from your words. the short denim skirt and white shirt is among his favorites, and he stares a little longer than he normally would.

you don't notice—he's always staring at you.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"how do you think that bottle of vodka got empty so quickly?"

"they gave you more?" rafe questions, his hand coming to your ankles to hoist them to the side so he can stand up. he searches for topper and kelce, spotting them with two girls by the pool table, and just as he starts to take the first step, you sit up, grabbing his wrist and holding him back.

"hey! what the hell's that about?" rafe turns to look back you, staring up at him with your pretty eyes and confused expression. "i always drink with you guys. why would i stop now?"

"because i had said-"

"yes, i know you said not to." he sits back down, body facing yours, too close not to arouse suspicions from other people watching. you don't mind though, you're used to it. "i know you're being a good friend rafe, but i can't stop having fun because you're worried about me."

the alcohol has made you surprisingly honest—normally he thinks you whack the side of his head and call him an idiot.

"right.." rafe says slowly, processing the words. "a good friend. right. i am."

"i know you are." you lie back down, swinging your feet across his lap again, resuming position.

he strokes the skin of your legs, all the way from your thigh to your ankle. a boy walking by stares at your short skirt, but darts away when he sees how rafe's looking at him.

"you're all good friends," you ramble. "so nice to me, especially you. i thought you hated me at first. sometimes i worry you still do."

"could never hate you, kid."

you giggle again, taking another sip of your drink.

"stop being an idiot then, and have fun. i'll go get you another scotch if that's what it takes."

the night goes like that until kelce and top rejoin, and even then, you somehow end up like always—asleep next to rafe at tannyhill. you wake up to the blare of your alarm, while rafe covers his ears with the pillow.

"turn that shit off," he mumbles. "where the hell are you goin' so early?" you yawn, stretching next to him. he looks up, eyes opening by themselves, yearning to catch a glimpse of exposed skin.

"i have to go back home. will you bring me? pleeease?" you elongate the word, singing it sweetly so he'll comply.

"right now? why?"

"i'm going on a lunch date. i wanna get ready, y'know, look nice," you say, turning off your alarm and fiddling with something on your phone, replying to a text he thinks.

rafe sits up immediately.

"a date? with who?"

"um, this guy my friend buys weed from sometimes. he's nice, though, not weird at all. well, not weird like that, like not creepy, but he's funny-"

"shut up. you're not going." you turn from your position to look at him.

"rafe, you're so weird. friends are supposed to be excited for each other."

"right. excited."

"c'mon let's go, i don't wanna be late." you gather your discarded clothes on the floor, but keep his shirt on, wearing it home like you always do.

"friends," he mumbles to himself. friends. that's when he decided he was gonna have to do something about you.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Fujitsumon

Debut: Digimon Pendulum 2.0 Deep Savers (kind of. It's a little complicated. But don't worry about that)

Fujitsumon is a darling little eyes-in-a-void barnacle! With their brown exteriors, they really do bring to mind Jawas, world-renowned eyes-in-a-void creature. This is a rare design choice for a barnacle, and a barnacle is a rare creature inspiration choice! Too rare! They are such incredible and fascinating animals, and should absolutely be represented as such, and not just background decorations!

Fujitsumon is essentially a Digimon by technicality, an accessory of a creature, and I'm fine with that. They're acknowledged as creatures, and that's enough for me! They're almost always seen attached to the surface of another creature, and that sure is barnacle of them!

This is their host, Octomon! Or Octmon, if you don't like the dub name, but I think Octomon sounds better. Octomon wears a clay pot on its head, and Fujitsumon live on top of that! This is a smart setup. If I lived underwater I would love to wear a hat that some barnacle friends of mine could live on! Fujitsumon and Octomon have a mutualistic relationship going on, where the barnacles will sense danger, and warn the octopus of it, getting the whole group out of danger!

The reason I wasn't so sure about Fujitsumon's debut is that in Deep Savers, Octomon's sprite looks like this, not nearly detailed enough to even depict some barnacles! However, it does seem like the official art was made around this time, so I might as well consider this Fujitsumon's debut too.

There isn't much to Fujitsumon, but I love it! It's cute, it's a barnacle, and it's almost a "secret" creature, and that makes it, dare I say, even more fun than if it was a standalone obtainable Digimon! A charming little oddity in the digital world.

That's what I thought until I found out this little barnacle has a whole dedicated ANIME EPISODE! YEEHAW! This is the best barnacle-related cartoon episode I've ever seen! Better than SpongeBob SquarePants episode 164a Barnacle Face! Why, even better than Benny the Barnacle (2022)! Can you believe it? Better than Benny the Barnacle? I can.

In this episode of Digimon Ghost Game, the human protagonist is tormented by premonitions of disasters occurring to everyone around him, revealed to be caused by a Fujitsumon settled on his head. A land mammal is no place for a barnacle! Wouldn't it be crazy if you could go to the beach and leave with a barnacle settled on your fingernail? What would you even do? I would probably feel obligated to dip my finger into the ocean regularly to let it filter-feed. If only we had air plankton!

This Fujitsumon, as well as others that are affecting other humans, come from one particular Octomon, who got so angry at his barnacles that they Left. These are no real-life, cemented-in-place-for-the-rest-of-their-lives barnacles! They can just get up and leave if they're bothered. I bet real barnacles wish they could do that! It would be so embarrassing to end up settled right next to a turtle's... hehe... I shan't say...!

Octomon's petty outburst was over his magic brain barnacles not using their clairvoyance to help him win at a mobile game. Now, because of his Gamer Moment, there are Fujitsumon stuck directly to peoples' heads, which can cause these heads to explode. Maybe he should have just played a good mobile game, like Pico Pets Puzzle! *high fives someone offscreen*

Don't worry! Everything's ok in the end, like it always is with invertebrate friends! Octomon apologizes, the lead Fujitsumon gathers the whole crusty crew, and everything is fine except for the physical damage that has already been done, but don't worry! The virtual invertebrates are all friends again! Squishy or chitinous, none of us have spines, and that's what matters!

If you know of any obscure barnacles in media, please let me know in the notes! And until the next high tide, remember to close your armored plates to prevent dessication!

[mamisfavmosher]

Can you write bloodline!reader x jd poly where after she felt hurt by Roman's manipulation she joins the judgment day after damians cash in and kiss reader on the ring

Thanks for the request!

manipulation kills // poly!judgment day x fem!bloodline! reader

I was filled with anger and rage. The harrowing realization had immediately hit me after one of Roman's lies backfired. He had made some weak excuse and thought he covered his trail. The flame burned high within me, though. I was humiliated and had been dragged along -- lied to in front of millions of people. Led on to believe that I was doing the right thing.

I was still conflicted as I watched the match play out in front of me. Roman had been set to fight against Jey Uso tonight. There had been a dispute within the Bloodline and they decided they would settle it with a title match for the WWE Championship, the winner taking the score. Watching from ringside, I was discreetly cheering for Jey, but this won't necessarily end well either way. They had been butting heads for weeks now, and as a member myself, I knew that a fight with Roman was never a fight to be won.

Jey and Roman had both been able to pin each other a few times, but never long enough to take the win. They were fighting with everything in their beings and it showed. I could see the frustration in their faces, the tension between them coming out in the form of kicks, slaps, and cheap shots. The crowd was enjoying the back and forth energy, but all I could feel was a sense of disgust. The feeling of betrayal had crept up on me throughout the match as I observed Roman, our so-called "tribal chief", attempt to beat down his cousin.

I didn't know how much longer I would be able to put up with this. All the lies and misunderstandings that only lead to anger and disputes within the crumbling faction. It would only be a matter of time before Roman turned on me directly.

Unless I did it first.

I looked on as Jey powerfully attacked Roman, the bigger man landing on the ring mat with a loud thud. All of a sudden, like a flash of lightning, Damian Priest was running toward the announce desk. He practically threw his Money in the Bank briefcase down onto the desk, shouting at the ref to make sure he knew what was happening. Priest slid into the ring and easily took Jey out, knocking him to the ring side. He waited for Roman to stand back up and performed a Southside of Heaven on him, pinning him for the win.

The crowd cheered and booed in absolute shock, the arena filled with an air of utmost surprise. More screams erupted as the rest of the Judgment Day appeared in the ring beside Damian Priest, holding his arms up in victory. The ref bestowed to him the WWE Championship, the four gothic members holding it high above their heads.

Unbeknownst to me, Rhea Ripley had noticed my shocked state, still standing in ring side, but not moving to check on Jey or the tribal chief. She had motioned for a microphone and yanked it into her grasp.

"The Judgment Day runs all of WWE!" She shouted into the arena. "We are the most dominant faction here and no one can stop us. Not even the Bloodline." Her words ignited the energy of the fans. "You see..." Rhea hopped out of ring and made her way over to me. "The Bloodline not only lost their tribal chief champion tonight, but they just lost another member." She quickly grabbed my hand and helped me onto the ring, pulling me to stand next to the other members of the dark group.

Behind the scenes of the whole show, I had been getting to the know the Judgment Day members in my free time away from Roman and the boys. They were all incredible people, and not to mention, part of the reason I realized Roman was manipulating the Bloodline to bend to his will. They pointed out all the signs to me, helped me sort out my feelings, and aided in the harsh realization of what was happening. It didn't make it any easier, though.

The Bloodline had acted as family figures for me as I worked my way through the industry, struggling to grasp at improvement. They took me in and taught me everything I know. Roman himself had taught me to be aware, and maybe he taught me too well. As time progressed within the faction, we all grew irritated with the way the tribal chief was treating us, but we knew there wasn't really a way to fight it. That's when Jey started taking a stance. The Judgment Day acted as a protective barrier around me, defending me from any of Roman's backlash. This only caused him to be wary of my relationship with them.

I was taken from my thoughts as I saw Roman being handed a microphone of his own. This won't be good.

"What are you talking about?! The Bloodline is strong and we aren't losing any members tonight." Roman was angry, everyone could tell.

"Man, could you be more delusional?" Damian laughed out. "Look around you! You caused this!" He gestured to the Usos watching from ringside and Solo Sikoa pacing back and forth on the ramp. "You've been a terrible leader. Nothing to be ashamed about," Priest snickered as he shrugged his shoulders. "Not everyone is leader material. But, unfortunately for you, we are taking a member from you tonight. Whether you like it or not, man." He slung an arm around my shoulders and protectively pulled me into his side.

"That's right! She's the Judgment Day's girl now!" Rhea exclaimed, shooing her hand at Roman who was fuming across the ring.

"And we suggest that you stay away from her or we'll make sure you never see her again." Finn threatened, slightly standing in front of me to block Roman's view.

"Yeah! Better watch out! She's ours now!" Dom smiled and ruffled my hair before raising Damian's hand with the championship belt. The crowd erupted into loud cheers as Roman backed away up the entrance ramp.

Damian looked down at me lovingly. "Welcome to the Judgment Day, babygirl." He smirked at me before gripping my jaw and pulling me into a sweet kiss. The crowd screamed even louder at the display of affection from the new champion. The rest of the group surrounded us, each of them welcoming me into the group with kisses and hugs. I happily laughed as Damian hoisted me onto his back, carrying me up the ramp to the backstage area.

I already felt more appreciated and loved in this little family than I ever did in the Bloodline. Roman never would have defended me and pulled me to safety the way the Judgment Day did. And within this group, I found a new home.

[lousypotatoes]

Heavy Metal Lover - Duncan

"Tonight bring all your friends, because a group does it better

Why river with a pair?

Let's have a full house of leather~"

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Song Recommendation:

Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

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Prologue

"Come on! Why won't this thing turn on?" a H/C haired girl said, frowning at the digital recorder in her hand. After aggressively hitting it a few times, the recorder turned on.

"Finally!" the girl smiled, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt before pressing the record button.

"Hiiii! My name is Y/N L/N and this is my audition tape for Total Drama!" she cheerfully said before dialing it back a bit. "Sorry if that sounded too cheerful. I'm just really excited for this, that's all."

"Anyway, let me list off the reasons why I think you should pick me to compete in your show."

"I'm competitive, I'm friendly enough, I was on my school's softball team so I'm athletic, and I'm an excellent chef, so if the people in charge of food for whatever reason decide not to do their job, I can totally help! My food is absolutely exquisite." she said.

"I promise you, if you pick me for your show, you won't regret it." Y/N said, flashing her pearly white teeth to the camera before ending the recording.

"Did you send in your recording yet?" Y/N's dad asked before putting a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Y/N and her dad were currently eating dinner.

Y/N nodded her head. "I sent it in a few days ago. Hopefully I'll get my answer soon."

"Me too, honey," Dad smiled. "If anyone deserves this opportunity, it's you."

"Thanks, Dad." she said, smiling back. "And thanks for supporting my decision to do this."

"Why wouldn't I?" he chuckled. "If you were to win, that would mean more money for us."

Y/N laughed along with her dad. Not paying attention, she accidentally spilled the cherry Kool-Aid she was drinking all over the table and her shirt.

"Oh shit!" Y/N shouted, immediately trying to find something to clean up the mess. "I'm so sorry Dad! It was an accident!"

"You don't have to say sorry, dear." Dad said, helping her mop up the mess with napkins. "It happens to the best of us. Why don't you go and change your shirt while I clean up this mess?"

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled before trudging off to her room.

As she was putting her clean shirt over her head, Y/N heard a 'ping!' coming from her computer.

Y/N would never tell anyone this, but she almost broke her neck trying to get over to the computer, her shirt still halfway over her head.

She pulled her shirt on and opened up her notification. It was an email from the producers of Total Drama.

Holding her breath, she read the email.

'Congratulations! You have been selected to participate in our brand-new reality show, Total Drama! Please read further for travel information....'

Y/N didn't even finish the rest of the email before calling out for her dad.

"What? What is it?" Dad asked, running into her room.

"I'm competing!" she exclaimed. "They chose me to compete!"

"Really!?" Dad's eyes widened before catching Y/N into a bear hug. "Oh my gosh this is wonderful! I told you that they would pick you!"

"I'm gonna be famous!" Y/N said, jumping up and down with her dad.

"You sure you're gonna be alright by yourself?" Y/N asked.

After three long weeks, it was finally ready for Y/N to leave. But now, she was having doubts about leaving. Y/N could tell that the taxi driver was getting annoyed at waiting.

"I'll be fine, Y/N, I promise," Dad said.

"But what if you have a seizure while I'm gone and no one's there to help you?"

"I told you, your aunt is going to come and check on me everyday."

"But what if you have one while she's not with you? What if it's a really bad one and-"

Dad interrupted her with a hug.

"Everything will be fine, sweetie. You deserve to go out there and meet people. I don't want you missing out on this just because you're worried about me, especially because you wanted this so bad."

Y/N pulled away from the hug. "Okay," she said softly. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, kiddo."

Y/N gave him one last hug before walking off of their porch, giving him one last look before getting into the taxi.

"Don't worry, Dad," she mumbled as the taxi started to drive away. "I'll win the money for you."

literally i love total drama so much

it's one of my comfort shows

yes, i know i still have other fanfics i need to finish

but i do what i want, im a grown woman

this lovely banner was made by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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Look at me rn Mx. Rough like peer deeply into my kawaii anime girl pfp eyeballs and see my vision.

It's the day of the summer festival. Chuuya doesn't know how he was able to convince Dazai to come and he definitely doesn't know how he was able to get him to drop but what he did know was that he'd do anything to make sure that Dazai would have a good time.

Chuuya's buying every snack Dazai lays his eyes on and using his ability to win prizes because he'll be damned before he lets his baby down. The highlight of the night finally approaches: the firework show. Chuuya's a bit nervous to see how Dazai reacts and is closely watching him the whole time. Dazai's initially a bit frightened by the sounds but after seeing the colors fill the sky he's completely over his fears. His tiny giggles and small gasps over each pattern in the sky makes Chuuya glad that he brought him. That night Chuuya was easily able to get Dazai down to bed because of how worn out he was. Chuuya vowed to himself that he'd make next year just as special.

He never got the chance to keep his promise.

Fast forward to the present. The ADA all go together to their local summer festival at Ranpo's request. Despite Dazai's initial refusal Ranpo convinced him to come (And by convinced I mean he threw a tantrum kicking and screaming until Dazai agreed.) Dazai's absolutely confident that he can keep his adult headspace but slowly, he begins slipping with everything he sees. All the pretty lanterns and the soft looking teddies and the fishies are slowly ebbing away at his headspace. He's so mesmerized by it all that he wanders off suddenly finding himself lost and alone.

That's when he finally drops.

He's looking around frantic. Searching for any familiar face amongst the sea of people. He catches sight of someone with orange hair wandering through the crowd and tries to make his way towards it.

Is it Chuu? He probably hates him now. He wants to apologize for leaving without a word and for being a bad baby. That's probably why he got lost. He's a bad baby who's too needy and too clingy and too whiny. It's no wonder that Kunikida is having hard time with him.

He catches up to the owner of the red hair and pulls on their shirt. Dazai finds that it is a familiar face just not the one he expected.

Junichiro is startled by the sudden pull but is relieved to see that it's just Dazai. (Upon noticing that Dazai was nowhere to be found Kunikida sends everyone out to search for him)

Dazai begins to wail (whether it's out of guilt or relief he'll never know) While Junichiro calls Kunikida to let him know Dazai's been found. He slowly guides the little to a bench while attempting to console him. Kunikida arrives not too long after the call visibly distressed. A wave of relief washing over him after he checks him over to make sure that he's ok. He thinks about scolding him for wandering but decides against it when he sees tears.

Kuni sits down next to Dazai on the bench and holds him in his lap. Slowly he rocks Dazai until he eventually calms down. They slowly make their way back to the group with Dazai babbling in Kuni's arms.

After they arrive back to the group Ranpo immediately runs up to Kunikida excitedly telling Dazai everything he's missed. Atsushi slowly follows behind him holding something behind his back. When he reaches Kunikida he holds out a stuffed tiger that Kuni had won for him earlier. Dazai hesitates at first but after Kunikida reassures him that it's okay he takes the teddy and nuzzles it close to his face.

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch. Atsushi and Ranpo somehow convinced Kunikida to give Dazai a bit of cotton candy and to suckle on a candy apple (because the baby can't bite an apple 😔). Yosano and Haruno both win some goldfish and they strategize on how they'll convince the president to let them get a tank for the office.

The festival ends the same as it did before with a fireworks display. However, instead of Dazai silently watching the display alone he's surrounded by the sounds of people that he's come to care about. With each explosion that colors the sky the sounds of Ranpo's laughter and Atsushi clapping can be heard. Dazai joins them giggling away at the patterns as they paint the sky.

Their adventure ends with Yosano's phone filled with photos of their day to show to the president and 3 sleepy littles sitting in the back of Kunikida's car trying and failing to fight off sleep.

(This took me much longer than I expected to write omg 💀)

I am looking directly at you 😳 we are crossing brainwaves 😍 clown to clown communication 🤡

First of all this is so beautiful and full of flavor 10/10, I got ur other message as well and I hope it’s ok if I dm u instead of answering publicly 🩷🩷

“He never got the chance to keep his promise”

I love summer festivals sm this would be such a cute three part fic (part 3 would have to be 22skk Chuuya making good on his promise) like the found family actually has me weak and dead 😭😭😭😭🩵🩵🩵

[fullofgutsndopamine]

What’re You After (Some Kind Of Disaster)

or: you and hasan are rivals for trivia night. Until one day, you come up with a plan.

tw/cursing, drinking

one of four miniseries

more hasan here

Thursday’s became your favorite day, easily.

cheap beer at your local pub, walking distance, and a chance to nerd out with your fellow classmates over a basket of too greasy fries.

everything would be perfect.

if it wasn’t for the other team.

the other team is everything you hate.

to begin with, when it’s a subject one of them know, they all have an elaborate hand shake they do, some kind of loud cheer and high fives passed around the table, clapping each other on the shoulders-

and they always looked over at your table, smaller, but crowded, elbow to elbow with your friends, poured over the piece of paper with the questions on them-

they were polar opposites, acted like this was some kind of event they stumbled into, by accident and oops became the top team.

they were cocky, and your team was determined to knock them down a few pegs.

You come in early to steal their table.

it’s petty, at the very least, but part of a strategy you and your best friend Sarah, spent the week planning. Anything to throw them off their game, to confuse them.

you walk in straighter than usual, shoulders squared, ready to proudly take the table in the corner, right by the trivia hosts stand-

and the son of the bitch is already there.

you can’t remember his name. you try to not remember your enemies name, but if you thought really hard about it, you could swear it was something with a ‘H’. Henry, maybe? No, that’s not right. it was a name you hadn’t heard before-

you get into the threshold of the door and his eyes meet yours with a smirk, sets his pen down and takes his glasses off, eyes narrow as he picks up his drink and takes a sip.

bastard.

you duck your head and walk to the normal table, about to text Sarah to abort the plan, when you slide into the seat, ready for it to be over-

“were you trying to take our table?”

you jump when you hear his voice, fumble with your phone, don’t want him to get the satisfaction of seeing your face red-

“Why would we want your stupid fuckin’ table?” you call back, not looking at him as you open a text to Sarah: “it’s not the table that’s making you win.”

he laughs, appears at your table, “That’s right. it’s skill.”

“skill is putting it generously. cheating, is the running theory-“

“You all think we’re smart enough to cheat? flattered, truly. This seat taken?” he asks, pulling out the wooden stool but not sitting.

“is-is this your fucked up way to try and psych the opposing team out?” a smirk falls on your lips and you hope it covers for the red on your face, “are you all threatened by us?”

you try to ignore the hurt evident on his face.

“Oh, just like trying to steal our table, yeah?” he pushes the stool in. “Good luck tonight, you all will need it.”

and he stalks back to his table.

okay, so you sort of feel like a dick, yes.

he seems the most reserved out of the table, like he accidentally stumbled into this group of people. sure, he shares the high fives and whatnot, but when they huddle together, the rare times they do, he always seems on the border, on the outside looking in.

you turn in your seat, ready to offer the seat up again but his glasses are back on the crook of his nose and he’s poured over a book-

luckily, the rest of your team meets up before the guilt can really eat at you, something for later tonight, when your seconds from sleep, to keep you up, is when you’ll remember this-

Annie slides in across from you.

“So,” she begins talking right away, picking up your glass of water and drinking immediately without asking. Annie talks a million miles an hour, loudly, and everyone else is simply along for the ride, “I did some research on pen names, but like, fuck, what an absolute rabbit hole that was. Did you order food yet?”

she continues talking, mostly about ordering food for the table, and your half listening as his table fills in behind you. (Was it an H on second thought? is it? wade?)

“those bastards are going down.” is the first thing Sarah says when she comes in, her book back is overflowing as usual, and she has three different pens and two pencils in the bin of her hair- “i brought my lucky charm.”

Annie groans comically, “Sarah, they already don’t take us seriously. they’re going to take us less seriously if you take your stupid fucking glass elephant out-“

“hey!” Sarah narrows her eyes, “we don’t talk bad about him. no disrespect. Here, now he’s pointing at you. Look of shame. take that in, babe.” as she turns it towards her.

“this is why they don’t take us seriously,” you groan, rubbing your forehead, “Henry or wade or whatever the fuck- saw me try and steal their table.”

“Henry?” Sarah says at the exact time as Annie says: “William?” with disgust.

their heads whip around to the other table, catch him looking at you and they duck further in their seats before turning to you: “His name is Hasan-“

“are you fraternizing with the enemy, you son of a bitch?” Annie says immediately, and her voice is loud enough you throw a used napkin at her in hopes it doesn’t draw more attention to her.

“i’m not fraternizing with anyone. keep your voice down, jesus christ.” you groan, “he just saw i tried to take the table and talked to me, briefly.”

“Spill.” Sarah says immediately, “Did he say anything that we could use against him? Did he admit to cheating?”

“The complete opposite,” you sigh, tearing at your napkin, feeling like a dick again. “He asked to sit down and i all but shooed him away. He looked like a beaten dog.”

Annie and Sarah look at each other from the corner of their eyes, a shared look with a smirk.

“what?” you groan, “i hate that look. what?”

annie and sarah both lean in at the same time, almost hitting heads with you, “listen. we have an idea, okay-“

Sarah interrupts, “and listen to the whole thing before you shoot it down.”

“Ask him out.”

You snort. it’s loud, and ugly, and if your mother was here, she’d grip her necklace and glare at you about how ladies act in public-

“Yeah!” Annie says, “Listen. Okay. you ask him out. distract the other team so he’s so lovesick or busy or whatever that he misses or the team falls apart.”

you shake your head, “y’all are out of your god damn minds-“

“Hasan!” Annie breaks from the huddle, waves him over, “cmere.”

“Annie, no. you son of a bitch-“

Hasan was drawing in his notebook, wasn’t paying much attention to his small group, narrows his eyes, but obeys, stalks over.

“If you all want a truce, i already tried to make one with this one here earlier,” he teases, jams his thumb at you. “and the answer was a loud no.”

“That’s only cause they wanted to ask you out for a drink after,” annie takes the lead, “to celebrate”

“celebrate?” Hasan smirks.

“either way it goes, a drink on us.” Annie insists.

his eyes narrow, not sold yet.

“How about this, if you win, you two get a drink together. our treat. if we win, we’ll leave you and your team alone.”

he snorts, “didn’t you win a certificate last week for longest running streak of not winning?”

“dick.” you say gently under your breath, but he doesn’t hear it.

he shakes his head, “yknow what? deal. I could always use a drink.”

and he sticks his hand in the middle of the table, annie going for the shake but he ignores it, shakes it off, ducks his head so he’s looking at you: “it’s a deal, yeah? c’mon.”

you hesitate long enough for annie and sarah to both kick your shins under the table and you sit up a little straighter, swallow all the pride you have: “it’s a deal.” as you tighten your hand around his.

he doesn’t see the smirks and shared glances the three of you share.

[danganronpa96]

i wonder what the danganronpa 69 and 96 cast would do if they were in total drama island instead

To be completely honest with you I've only ever watched the first season of TDI and I never actually finished it all the way through (lol). That being said I'm going off the gist of what it is and giving you some highlights of things that I could see happening:

Bojack is in the outhouse thing 24/7 complaining about everyone, everything and whatever else (he thinks if he complains enough the showrunners will give him what he wants, it will not work)

Dedede, Mario, Peter, and Kurumada are super competitive in the challenges and will probably actually resort to physical violence just to win

Kaidou also tries his hardest in challenges but ends up usually being one of the first to be eliminated

90% of the winners are L, Ayano, Luigi (by doing absolutely nothing), and Ena (somehow)

Teto, Ashley and Natsuki gossip about the contestants. Saiki likes to listen in because he agrees with 95% of it (the 5% is about Kaidou and while he does agree only he can badmouth him that's just how it works)

Jesse gets in trouble at least once a day trying to sneak a cigarette even though it's against the show's ratings (Walter is sick and tired and is confused why Jesse hasn't just been kicked off yet)

Miku tries to host a karaoke night every night by the campfire and while lots of the group join in at first, it slowly dwindles down each night as they get tired of it. Teto, 2D, Fluttershy, Parappa all stick around, as well as Hayasaka who claims he just feels bad if he doesn't go but is secretly doing it so he can listen to Miku sing vocaloid songs live

Yuri, Brian (Griffin), Retsuko, Bojack, and Ashley try to protest out of doing extreme challenges because they don't want to get hurt or they just can't be bothered (it does not work)

Hiroshi keeps wondering into the forest at night to study the local flora and Fluttershy does the same for fauna. Needless to say they have scared each other by running into one another in the darkness

The Conductor keeps trying to bribe the showrunners about his own ideas for challenges. Luigi overhears some of them and begs the showrunners to not go through with them

Nagito keeps trying to cause problems on purpose accident and Sans defends them only because he thinks it makes things more entertaining (also Sans deliberately gets himself eliminated early on so he can watch the rest of the group suffer)

On one elimination night, the host can't find the marshmallows to give out to the safe campers. Everyone starts arguing over whether it was Peter or Bojack who ate them all but it turns out it was Mai who took them all to bake some marshmallow cupcakes

If Monotora was a representative on the team, they'd do all they could to torment Brian (Pasternack) in every challenge. Brian tries going to the outhouse to complain about it but Bojack is already there so he just gives up (Hayasaka allows him to vent to him instead)

Latte is the hype woman trying to keep everyone's spirits high but the ones who want to win are already at 120% and the ones who want to go home are just crying

Mr. Krabs tries getting a crew to help him look for treasure on the island (his canon crew + Kaidou's team + Jesse). They all get in trouble after digging 50+ holes around the island

[8turning]

can u do a 8turn love language & how they would individually show their love for their s/o

thank you for this request, anon! ♡

⌕ . . . 8turn — love languages !

bf ! hyung line + jangshinz x gn ! reader ★ fluff ★ bullet-point ★ headcannon ★ warnings: minor food mentions (myungho, yoonsung, & kyungmin). the hcs get longer the more you go scroll (sorry). let me know if i missed anything!

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⁰⁰¹ : JAEYUN.

quality time. physical affection.

my brain turns to mush (/pos) whenever i think about jaeyun but i will do my best to not explode 💔

jaeyun absolutely adores just simply existing in the same space as you - often times you two stay in the same room without exchanging a single word because your work loads are too occupying.

jaeyun loves to be around you in those times, but he loves even more when there's no distractions. no work or group chats blowing up or emails to check off. simply just you and him in the seclusion of his room (after he's kicked minho out, of course).

you'd spend most of your time together watching films or shows, taking time out of your schedule to watch when either of you were able to visit the other.

more often than not, you'd end up falling asleep next to him (its okay, he fell asleep too).

half of his body would be thrown over yours once you woke up, his temple pressed to your chest as your fingers instinctively began to run through his hair. jaeyun lived for moments like these with you.

plus, you both falling sleep mid-way through the film only gave a better excuse for you to visit again - its a win-win for everyone! (except minho, who just wants to be in his room).

he'd like to be inside with you whenever possible - for both reasons of his job and for his own preference.

loves loves loves just lounging around i can not express that enough.

does everything in his power to make sure you are comfortable with him 100% of the time, even if that means having absolutely NO ONE in the dorms when you visit, drawing closed the blinds and making sure no one sees you together, he’ll do what he can.

jaeyun strikes me as the type to prefer your hands being held or have his bicep resting on your shoulder so he can rub his thumb along your nape soothingly.

the only word i can think to describe how he loves you is comfortable. everything’s about jaeyun is so comfortable.

⁰⁰² : MYUNGHO.

physical affection. acts of service.

with how often myungho can be seen being physically affectionate with his members, it's hard to believe he wouldn't be that way with his s/o!

if anything, he'd be even more affectionate towards you. whether its an arm around your neck, hand holding yours, or his chin on your shoulder when he hugs you from behind, he absolutely loves connecting with you in such a way.

one of his favorite ways to show his love is by playing with your hands. its such a simple act that can be done mindlessly, but to myungho, there's more thought in such an action.

he loves to intertwine your fingers with his just to undo them, taking one of your hands in both of his and tracing over your knuckles and nails, the tip of his index finger following the lines in your palm before closing your hand between his.

when you hold hands, he prefers to have his thumb on the outside of yours so he can swipe over your skin smoothly. if you were to copy that action on him, he'd be the happiest man ever.

on days where its a bit more taxing for you both or you are unable to see each other for a long period of time or maybe your schedules just don't line up, he'd do his best to make sure you know he's thinking of you.

things like: if you say you're hungry, he'll immediately open a delivery app and order your favorite take out for you, the full meal at your doorstep within the hour (he'd pay an extra fee if it meant it got to you quicker).

of course, you'd do the same for him when given the opportunity, and it makes him happy knowing you'd go the same lengths to help him that he would for you :]

⁰⁰³ : MINHO.

quality time. words of affirmation.

he's always so smiley :( you could be doing the most mundane things and he'd just stare lovingly at you. even once you've caught him, he doesn't say anything.

you're so mesmerizing to him without even realizing it. even if its just him scrolling on his phone across from you while you study, he loves every second of it. he loves being able to look up past his screen and see you so concentrated, not knowing he's even admiring you.

minho knows you'd likely turn your face away bashfully if you knew he was staring, so the fact he only had to move his eyes in this position is definitely a bonus.

even if you caught him staring, his eyes would be so full of love that you couldn't even be mad at him.

something he was a bit more shy to do was express his admiration to you verbally. . . but that's not the case when it comes to text messages or notes!!

you'd rarely have a morning without a message from him encouraging you for the day. messages during your time away were somewhat common as well (if he was able to find in between his own schedule to send them).

minho would never miss a chance to wish you a goodnight, telling you how proud he is of you for pushing through the day!

when he gets the chance to visit you, he'd leave notes for you on your desk or in your bag. under your pillow or stuck on your fridge or counter.

minho's secret time! he's unsure if you've ever found it, but he put all of his feelings onto a sticky-note (well, all the feelings that could fit on there) and put it in your phone case. if you ever did find it, you never brought it up.

minho felt what he said was a bit cheesy - too lovey-dovey, but its how he felt about you, so he doesn't regret it all too much. if his members ever knew what he wrote, he'd never hear the end of it.

the words he wrote were only meant for you, anyways :]

⁰⁰⁴ : YOONSUNG.

gift giving. quality time.

yoonsung ♡

if you've read any of my other headcannons with yoonsung, you'd know the yoonsung-matching-with-s/o conversation is one i speak on a lot!!

yoonsung thinks every moment he shares with you is precious - he likes to make memories with you even through the most mundane of tasks.

if you're cleaning together, he'd be sure to have music playing and sing throughout the entire ordeal (the mini concert you get is a reward for all of your work).

he'd also love to try new recipes with you! finding whatever either of you had lying around/left over and trying to make something delicious . . . it works out about half the time - but you both have fun nonetheless!

yoonsung (i've said it twice but here's a third time) loves the idea of making bracelets with his s/o :( he finds the elastic string with colorful beads the most fun - you get to make them for each other so you'll always have a piece of one another with you :")

he's usually slower than you too 😭 wanting to make sure everything is aligned nicely and that it isn't too loose or too tight on your wrist.

if you express you're not too fond of jewelry, he knows how to work with that, too. whether that's buy buying matching shirts or a pair of shoe laces or simply giving you a few of his favorite sweaters, he'll find a way for you to have part of him with you wherever you go.

he loves spending time with you and it doesn't matter too much to him what you do together. if you wanna go see a movie or have a meal outside, he's down! or if you want to take a rest day with your boyfriend and stay indoors, he is more than happy to oblige.

if you're into keeping up with shows, he's gonna be there to watch them with you whether you're together or miles away! it's always nicer to have someone to talk about them with and its even better when they show the same amount of interest and enthusiasm as you do.

thinks little displays of affection can be just as powerful as the bigger ones, and with both of your busy schedules, he does whatever he can to make sure you know how much he appreciates you :]

⁰⁰⁵ : HAEMIN.

quality time. physical affection.

unlike myungho, haemin is much more reserved with his physical affection. he's not a huge fan of pda and typically gets shy when he tries to initiate it.

but his lack of initiation does not mean he doesn't enjoy it! he prefers to keep that kind of affection in the privacy of the dorm (and its not like he can show it outside of the dorm at this point in his career anyways).

but on the rare occasions you're both able to meet outside the dorm - hoods pulled over your heads and masks on your face - he becomes a bit more bold.

reaching for your hand across the table at whatever shop you decided to meet at and interlocking your fingers. joining your arms together as you walk down the sidewalk, enjoying the day together. he lives for the quieter displays of affection.

not because he isn't proud to be with you - he feels the happiest he's ever felt at this point in his life. but he understand with his occupation it gets a bit tough, and the last thing he wants is to jeopardize your safety. so for now, you'll remain behind the scenes for just a little while longer.

spending time together is a difficult task to plan, but you make do with the time you do get and spend it in the best way you can.

because of haemin's reserved nature, he enjoys being indoors with you a lot. catching up on shows or watching a movie is simple but one of his favorites - it allows him to relax and escape from his hectic schedule for a while, and that all becomes even better when he gets to do that with you!

maybe you have to study for an exam or tackle some project for work, even if he has absolutely no idea how to help you, he'll be by your side (or in the next room if you request for him to) making sure you don't push yourself too much and that you take a break once you need it.

he shows his love and admiration in the softer ways - ways he's reserved only for you to see and for you to receive.

⁰⁰⁶ : KYUNGMIN.

acts of service. words of affirmation.

kyungmin, similar to haemin, enjoys displaying his love for his s/o in more subtle ways. placing his hand on the corner of the table if you dropped something, putting the straw to your drink in first before his own, or making sure you have enough charge on your phone before you go anywhere are just to name a few things.

he never wastes an opportunity to tell you how much he appreciates you as his s/o.

kyungmin strikes me as the type to Not Care about about his idol image when it comes to being in a relationship LOL

if one day you're out and someone recognizes him, he'd do his best to make sure your face is covered from whatever cameras might have sprung up.

at the very least, he wants to make sure you're safe. pulling your jacket collar over your face, taking off his hat and putting it on you, rushing to use a mask or simply pulling you to his chest and making you walk backwards . . . he's ready to go to whatever lengths to protect your identity.

his career would never stop him from bringing you around - he's not too fond of the idea of keeping everything private all the time, but that's not to say he isn't cautious when and where he needs to be.

for the times when your schedules just don't line up the best, he will never go a night without talking with you.

whether that's accidentally falling asleep on call with one another, a simple goodnight text to let you know he's drifting off while thinking of you, or something in between, he makes sure you know you're on his mind.

most days he wakes up earlier than you, so that means almost every morning without fail, you'll wake up to messages from kyungmin.

anything ranging from what he's eating for breakfast to how much he misses you to what his schedule is for the day. . . if he doesn't talk to you he feels this unwavering weight on his shoulders from guilt.

always wishes you a good morning :( sometimes popping in a cheesy "hope you dreamt of me ♡" before he has to shut his phone off for some hours.

he can easily tell when you're stressing out and when a burn-out is creeping up. he's the first to tell you to take a break and regain your energy slowly rather than force work out of you.

while at the time you may feel like you need to cram, you know listening to his advice will always prove to be more fruitful. which results in many praises. "i love you, and i love how ambitious you are, but taking care of yourself comes first, okay?"

© 8turning 2023.

[chanandlersstuff]

Game Night

Pairing: Dagger Squad x Bluebird (platonic)

Summary: Playing games with nine adults would seem as an easy and fun task, but it wasn't or it's dagger squad game night but it just ends up with everyone shouting over each other while Bob is trying to read the rule book out loud.

Word count: 2.009

Author’s note: It's insipire by @hangmanapologist post about game night, so thanks to her. Bluebird is the callsign for the character I created, I'm still developing her and her story. Sorry in advance for the misspellings English is my second lenguage.

Request are open, and you can ask me for more Bluebird x DaggerSquad. Thank you so much for reading, have a nice day.

Game night was a tradition that the Dagger squad tried to follow as much as Football game day. At first it started on the Hard Deck, playing pool and darts while betting money but after one day that Penny couldn't open the bar, they moved the game night to someone else's house. Each of them was in charge of bringing food, drinks and games. Whatever they wanted to consume that night. Extremely organized, just like the Navy taught them to be.

With each game night passing on the calendar, a new game was crossed from the list. First was Twister, because Payback sprained his ankle trying not to fall from the mix of tangled limbs and in the process he kicked Coyote’s hand and he sprained his pink; ring and middle finger. One would think that the best pilots the Navy could offer would have some kind of agility, like a cat, but no. So that game was off the list to prevent future injuries. 

Second was Monopoly, Phoenix beat everyone assess and took all their fake money which ended in a two weeks roast from her part and the rest of the squad could not deal with a bragging Phoenix for far too long. Plus, the integrity of Banker Bob was compromised because Coyote was sure he and Phoenix were plotting or something like that. So it was taken out for the benefit of the group. 

Third was Movie Charades, a game the squad could not play, which they had to learn the hard way, with Bluebird and Fanboy. The pair guessed all the movies before the two minutes that the game required were done, even when it wasn’t their turn. Then they tried to switch it to normal charades but it ended with Bluebird getting frustrated with Hangman, him laughing at her mad face and her accidentally throwing her pen at him. None of the squad let her live the pen accident down, to the point where they all docked down when she moved her hands frantically with a pen between her fingers.

Fourth was Life, it was a funny night full of drinks until it ended in absolute drama. Everything was laugh until the game ended with Mav retiring first with lots of money, three kids and a beautiful life while Bradley ended up alone, almost broke and made bad decision after bad decisions. Normally they would laugh but the problem was that Bradley was drunk, so he ended up ugly crying about it and the whole squad doing something like a therapy group. The drama continued because the whole group, who was beyond drunk at that point, ended up crying about how much they all like each other and how they became a beautiful, disfuncional, family. Mav, the only one sober, watched them all fall asleep in his living room and, as the responsabile father he is, he covered them with blankets and told them he loved all of them very much over a breakfast hangover proof he prepared. So yeah, Life was a game the squad was not mentally prepared to play in the near future.

Now it was a new game night day and the squad was all gathered in Bluebird’s house playing Uno, a game so chaotic it was a surprise it was still on the list. At first everything was funny, skipping here and there, changing colors, Phoenix taking care of Bluebird’s cards because she had to go peeing, Bob being the first one to win because he played in silence and patiently. A few rounds later Phoenix won and then Mav.

The tension started growing when Hangman kept skipping Rooster’s turn and giving Bluebird a free pass to win, plus the benefit of messing with Bradley. At some point the reverse card was thrown and now who couldn't play because someone kept skipping his turn was Jake thanks to Bradley. The blonde pilot was having a taste of his own medicine and he didn’t like it because the mustache man was rubbing it on his face. Slowly, after plenty of UNO shout at the ones who were nearly finishing, the rest of the group ended with no cards to the point the only ones playing were Rooster, Hangman and Bluebird, whose poor soul was so caught up with the idiocy of those two that she forgot her own game.

Every piece of sanity the pair had until that moment was thrown out the window the second Hangman laid a +4 with a winning face. “Draw four, Chicken.”

Rooster, who has only two cards, looked at him smugly and laughed. “No can do, Bagman.” And he laid a +2 with the rest of the cards.

Bluebird stretched her hand to take the six cards that she had to but a hand slapped hers away. “Aw, Jake.” 

“Sorry, Birdy.” He smiled sweetly at her and then caressed her knuckles. "First of all, UNO!" Jake yelled. "You have to draw 6, Chicken, come on." He dropped Bluebird's hand and pushed the cards towards Bradley. "Second, stop cheating, Bradshaw, you know that that bulsshit you want to do is against the rules.” 

“No it 's not.” Rooster turned to look at him. “You wanted me to draw four but I had a +2 so now Blue had to draw six, those are the rules. And the other two we can discuss it, but I was just going to say it before you yelled it like a mad man."

Hangman shook his head. “No, they are not. You have to draw four and your turn is skipped.” He grabbed two cards and handed them to him. "And you are going to draw those two, you didn't say UNO."

“Nah-ah.” Bradley shook his head. 

“Yeah-ah.” Jake mimicked him, but he nodded instead of shaking his head.

“Guys, don’t worry I will draw six. Let’s forget this and keep playing.” Bluebird always trying to keep the peace between those two idiots.

Hangman stood up. “No way in hell, Birdy. I will not keep playing with a cheater.”

“Who are you calling a cheater, Seresin?” Rooster stood up too and they were face to face.

“No one, he was calling a cheater to no one.” Bluebird stood up between the two of them.

“You, Bradshaw. I was calling you a cheater.” The smirk on Jake’s lips was a clear example of how much he was enjoying messing with Bradley.

“Oh Crap.” Bluebird said under her breath. “GUYS, A LITTLE HELP HERE.” 

The rest of the group walked back from the kitchen confused. But seeing the scene in front of them they all tried to cool down the situation. “Why don’t we play another game?” Payback looked at everyone with a smile on his face. 

“Yeah, what about-”Coyote started saying when his friend from a long time cut him mid phare. “Hell no, not until Bradshaw here acknowledges he is a cheater.”

“No, I’m not!” Rooster said. “You are saying that because you want me to lose. Admit it.”

“I want to win-”

“Bullshit, you want Blue to win.” Rooster pointed at her and the rest of the group nodded discreetly.

Hangman chuckled, tilting his head back. “The idea it’s win fairly, not cheating like you.”  Bluebird elbowed Jake in the ribs to stop, but he just laughed.

Phoenix shook her head at their antics. “Why don’t you tell us what happened and we decide who’s cheating-” Bradley opened his mouth but she held her finger high. “or not cheating.”

In a mix of words the pair tried to explain what was happening but they ended up listening to Bluebird’s part of the story. What seemed to be the end of the stupid fight was not it, not by a long shot. One by one they all started shouting what were the rules of Uno, what they can do and what they can not. Phoenix and Coyote sided with Jake. Payback and Fanboy sided with Rooster. Bob was reading the rules out loud on his phone, who no one was listening to, Bluebird was leaning against the wall eating because she was not going to take sides in something that silly and Mav was sitting; sharing food with Blue and laughing at all of them.

After what felt like hours, Bluebird’s head started to hurt. “I'm stopping this madness right now.”

Mav looked up to her and stretched his hand. “Be my guest, Blue.”

“PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE!” Her voice stopped the shouts but they all kept talking under their breaths. “WHO ARE YOU CALLING, HANGMAN?”

He had his phone near his ear, hand in his hip and his feet tapping against the floor. “Uno’s Customer Support Line.” Everyone looked at him surprised. “So, Chicken, here can hear how right I am and how he is a cheater at Uno.” He pointed at Rooster with his head, but he just huffed and shook his head.

Blue pinched the bridge of her nose. “Hang the phone, Seresin, it’s two in the morning. You are not calling anyone.”

“But-” “No buts, you would not like someone calling you at two a.m.” He pursed his lips. “I’m sure mamma Seresin taught you it’s rude to wake people at such an hour.” Cursing under his breath Jake listened to her.

Everyone looked at each other at how with very few words Bluebird handled Hangman and his antics. Maverick, who was watching everything unfold, had to put his hand on his mouth to suppress his laugh. 

“This ends here.” Blue crossed her arms and put on a stern face. “We cross Uno from game night too.”

“At this point we can't play anything.” Fanboy said like a little kid that was being scolded by his mother.

“Not unless some of us learn how to act like human beings.” Coyote looked around the room. 

“Tell that to Chicken here.” Jake looked at Rooster smugly. 

Rooster’s nostrils flare. “I swear to God, Bagman-”

Bluebird took a deep breath. “Stop it, Jake.” Rooster smiled triumphantly. “You too, Bradley.” She looked at him. “You all are acting childish, it’s just a game. We were supposed to be having a good time, laughing, having drinks and food, with each other.” She looked around the room. “Decompress after all the hard work and stress up there, not shouting at each other over cards.” Clearly Bluebird was the one who had more common sense, at some things, off all them. 

The Dagger Squad stayed silent for a couple of minutes, some looking at the floor and others looking at each other. “Come on guys, Blue is right. Let’s forget this and eat.” Phoenix patted one of them in the back and went to sat on the sofa.

It didn’t take them long to sit around the sofa, eat and have fun. After a few minutes, while everyone was laughing Bob spoke after quite some time. “Guys.” The group looked at him, the secret keeper who was considered the cutests from them all by his sweet smile and glasses. “The official page of Uno on Twitter says, ‘If someone puts down a +4 card, you must draw 4 and your turn is skipped. It’s not allowed to put a +2 to make the other person draw 6.’” Jake gave everyone a big smile and raised his arms. 

“Heard that Chicken?” He looked at Bradley. “You know what that means? You are a che-AW” Jake’s comment was cut short by Bluebird, who pinched him in the arm. “Birdy, what’s that for?” He looked at his side, where she was sitting. 

“You know why. Cut it out, Jake.” She said tilting his head to the side and he nodded.

Rooster laughed. “Look at you, Bagman, wwh-psssh-AW” He too was cut short. “Goddammit, Bluebird.” Bradley rubbed the part of her arm where she pinched him too.

“You too cut it out.” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Both of you, keep eating and playing nice. Otherwise, I will smack you.” Both grown up man nodded and did as she said.

[specialagentlokitty]

Enid/Bianca x Male!reader - the case

Reader is twin brother of wednesday? Can you also add the opening piranha scene too and them saving their brother? And everyone at nevermore are scared of Wednesday's brother but also attracted because how he looks, including our sweet Enid, who is fighting with herself of she likes ajax or him, plus bianca too cuz that girl is fine as the sea! Bianca is confident about her and goes to ask him out, which he rejects but don't worry he is a little fond of her too because of her confidence and schemes she plays to win, so bianca and Enid and Wednesday's brother are in a love triangle? - @auranightangle 💜

Standing behind your sister, you looked down at your little brother, hand stuffed in your pockets as you offered him a chocolate bar.

“Who did this?” Wednesday asked.

“I.. I don’t know I swear…”

You nodded your head and watched as Wednesday brushed past Pugsley and you watched as her head snapped back.

“Go on buddy, head back to class.”

Wednesday snapped back into reality and gave you a looked you knew all too well.

Both of you started to walk away.

“What’re your gonna do?”

“What we do best.” Wednesday said.

You were left to find where the group of older boy were while Wednesday gathered everything you needed.

She showed you the bag and you grinned to yourself as you took it from her hands.

“What’re you doing?” She asked.

“You’re on a thin line with mother and father, this time it’s my turn.”

Wednesday nodded and she walked in first.

You heard the boys calling her names and mocking both her and you youngest brother and something snapped inside of you.

The moment the swimmers saw you come around the corner they scrambled to get out of the pool but it was too late.

Wednesday smirked, and you laughed madly, watching as blood seeped into the swimming pool while the students screamed.

You were promptly arrested, and you sat at the police station with a grin on your face as you waited for your parents to bail you out.

That’s how you found out you were going to Nevermore.

Sitting in the back of the car, you rolled up your sleeves on your leather jacket.

“Absolutely disgusting will you two stop?” You grumbled.

“Come now (Y/N), aren’t you happy to be going to a new school?” Your dad asked.

“No, I did rather enjoy tormenting those students.”

“You were facing a murder charge.” You mother snapped.

“Oh please, I’d you didn’t bail me out Wednesday would have either broke me out or Fester would’ve.”

“You’d have more luck with fester.” Wednesday said.

You hummed, kicking your feet across the car to rest on the seats opposite you, ignoring the disapproving looks of your parents.

Your dad moved your legs up and shuffled over, putting them on his legs so your shoes weren’t on the seat.

“This is serious (Y/N), you both somehow end up getting kicked out of every school, Nevermore is the last chance.”

You gave a small shrug, pulling out your phone and headphones from your bag as you blasted music through them.

You didn’t care if you were kicked out, you didn’t care if you were arrested, you knew your parents would always bail you out, and if they couldn’t your uncle would.

The whole introduction to the school was boring, and you mother couldn’t already see that you were planning something.

Pulling you to the side she pulled your headphones from your head.

“Behave (Y/N), you’re a growing man, you need to be caring and kind, not ruthless and heartless.”

“I’ll behave for a small time mother, but I make no promises.”

She sighed and nodded, kissing your forehead as she ushered you back into the room.

Everyone at Nevermore already knew who you and Wednesday were, the insane twins with hearts as cold as stone.

While Wednesday made her time talking to her dorm mate and doing some sort of investigation you spent it in the quad, stretched across the fountain a book or your phone in hand.

“Hey Addams.”

Looking up, you smirked at the Siren walking closer to you and swung your legs away from the fountain, sitting up to face her.

Bianca crossed her arms over her chest as she looked you up and down.

“How about me, you, and some coffee?”

You hummed a little, smirk on your lips as you stood up, walking closer to her as you leant towards her.

You looked past her, eyes connecting with Enid’s, and you gave the werewolf a gentle smile.

“Nope…” you whispered.

Walking around the siren, you hummed happily to yourself, a smirk on your lips as you pulled your headphones over your head.

Walking over to the werewolf who blushed and quickly looked down as you approached, you found yourself with a huge smirk on your face.

Walking over, you placed a hand next to her head, palm resting in the wall behind her.

Reaching down, you placed a finger under her chin and titled her head up, giving her a heart stopping smile and a small wink.

“Hello…” you whispered.

“H…hi!” She squeaked.

You grinned a little to yourself and reached up, tucking some hair behind her ear as you pushed yourself away.

“See you later Sinclair.”

You grinned to yourself as you watched her out the corner of your eyes clutch her heart and smile a little bit.

She watched as you walked away, before casting her eyes to Bianca who was also looking at her.

You had the most popular girl at school after you, yet you flirted with her all the time, and she wanted to act upon it.

She wanted to hold you and say yes, but what about Ajax? She really liked him as well and she couldn’t have the both of you.

On the other hand, you loved flirting with Enid, seeing how her face lit up when you approached, the blush on her cheeks when you got too close.

You loved teasing her, but you also loved the way Bianca chased after you, the way she tried time and time again in order to try and make you hers.

She was so determined, and she wasn’t going to be giving up any time soon.

So you just had to decided who you’d focus your attention on, Bianca, the girl who chased you as if you were the last man on earth, or Enid, the shy girl who hasn’t shown the slightest bit of interest in you and made the chase a whole lot more fun.

With a smirk on your face, you rolled your shoulders a little as you spotted some older students that had been causing hassle for the younger ones.

You were bored, and you wanted to start a fight.

Rolling your sleeves up, you whistled at them and took a swing for the ring leader, a huge grin on your face as you saw blood pour down his face.

“Oh how I love Nevermore.” You grinned.

You took another swing, eyeing up your sister as she stood there watching and you grinned happily to yourself.

This school was incredibly fun, and you loved the sound of someone screaming your name to make you stop.

Enid rushed over and grabbed one arm while Bianca grabbed your other arm, both girls holding you back.

You looked at them both, grinning at the boy on the floor crying.

“Be thankful these lovely ladies stopped me, but next time I see you you better run.”

“Let’s go Addams.” Bianca said.

“Yeah, Weems is going to be so mad.” Enid whispered.

They both took one of your hands and you grinned to yourself, lacing your fingers on both hands with theirs as they escorted you away.

Oh the chase was so fun

[ninadove]

feligami and chlolila!!!!!

Great choices, Noctie. You know me well.

Chlolila ✅

1. What made you ship it?

Let’s be honest. This is not a ship you get into because it’s cute, or because you hope for a happy ending. And I’m not exactly known for my appreciation of Toxic Yet Fascinating Dynamics ™.

THAT BEING SAID — they are a great plot device. Just like I don’t enjoy whatever Gabeminath had going on, but recognise how it pushed the story forward. So I am likely to write Chlolila in the future (When? Who fucking knows. Certainly not me), as part of a bigger project, purely because the narrative potential is through the roof.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

See above! ☝️

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Despite everything I stated above — I can totally see how they could have been written as an evil, yet healthy duo. More on that here.

Now that this is done. Let’s move on to serious business, shall we.

Feligami ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅

1. What made you ship it?

This iconic exchange from the Diamonds’ Dance, which I stumbled upon with exactly zero (0) context a little over a year ago.

Listen. I was so prepared to be annoyed. I, too, was an aro Felix truther. I, like many others, was a Marigami enjoyer before anything else.

ALL OF THAT GOT THROWN OUT THE WINDOW SO FAST WHEN I SAW THESE 20 SECONDS OF INTERACTION.

Everything is there already!!! The instant recognition of someone who has been messed up by life in the same way you were (child abuse, queerness, neurodivergence, you know the drill)! The challenging of each other’s worldview! The softness of her hand in his! Disobedience as an act of devotion!

And upon watching the episode — is there anything more beautiful than this evil genius/desperate kid abandoning the masterplan he dedicated his entire life to, the scheme he threw away all moral considerations for, just to make this pretty and deeply hurt girl he just met happy?

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Every. Single. Aspect.

What can I say that I haven’t said before.

They are incredible representation (AH!!!!! See what I did there?) for basically every marginalised group ever.

They are incredibly soft, even though they were created to be perfectly emotionless (Kagami) or perversely cruel (Felix). Not only is their relationship forbidden, their capacity to love itself is an infraction to the blueprints crafted by their parents.

The ease with which they switch moral alignments for each other, which is majorly overlooked on Kagami’s part. More on that in another post on another day.

Felix willingly following her guidance in Representation is the ultimate proof that he has achieved freedom; devotion is meaningless if it is not freely given.

THEY HOLD HANDS SO MUCH. WHEN THEIR AMOKS ARE FUCKING RINGS. IF THAT ISN’T THE ULTIMATE SHOW OF VULNERABILITY AND TRUST I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS.

And much more. I am slightly drunk right now, so I’m probably forgetting a lot.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Shipping Feligami is controversial in itself, somehow. Let me tell you, many people out there have weird grudges against 14-year-old characters, and absolutely zero reading comprehension. DO NOT READ THE COMMENTS ON BUGGACHAT’S LATEST CHAPTER, Sunny. You would be shocked by how many advocate for violence against our boy.

Other than that, as you said yourself — childfree Feligami for the win. There is no way these queer (!) abuse survivors (!!) who defy any and all societal norms (!!!) would have kids. I rest my case.

Thank you for the ask, Sunny! 🖤☀️

Ask game here.

[w1ngedv01d]

You mention a lot that the other life seasons existed in other universes as trials for gods

are they the same gods as the wild life god au, just different versions, or different gods entirely?

also what where the different trials like, in your aus? do you have any idea what those other worlds look like, or just what matters in terms of the scarian plot [no judgement! genuinely]

[shaking with violent enthusiasm] you would like to know about the other seasons' god aus? i can- i can do that! heck yeah!!!

Okay, so, question one: Different Gods entirely. The Engineer, Zookeeper, etc? Don't exist in the other universes, or at least, are not the gods there. They can just see into those worlds

Question Two: What were the different worlds like? Well.

3rd Life was, technically, not a Trial, in the traditional sense. The other worlds all had gods initiating these death games where people only died in this manufactured realm, and woke up fine, and it was engineered and planned by actual deities. 3rd Life, however, was a story of a group of people all stranded on an uninhabited continent and things getting... out of hand. It wasn't a game created by any god. The reason it counts, however, is that Grian's grief at losing Scar was so great, and the release of magic after Scar's death was so powerful, that when Grian died, it was enough power and emotion to ascend him into Godhood. 3L!Grian was the only God in his area at the time of his ascension. (Author's Note: If asked about the 3L AU -esp Scarian- i will tell you about it because i think it is making me a lil insane XD)

Last Life was created by the Boogeymen, a group of very young gods who were messing around and finding out. They wanted to see what would happen if they made a bunch of people live in a realm where they couldn't access anyone else, and forced them to betray each other before it was time for blood. Whoever won basically got the job of babysitting six godly children with no parents to speak of (Sorry, Scott)

Double Life was a trial made by two gods, the Gods of Freedom and Duty, basically trying to see if the people involved would value their "duty" of being committed to their soulmate like they were "supposed to", or a "freedom" of valuing oneself over the person they were bound to. It was a Trial with little reward, as it was basically a way for the couple to try and win their argument against one another. No one ascended to Godhood in this world after the trial, because that wasn't really the point. The Ranchers did hunt each other down outside of the Trial and live on a farm together after everything, though.

Limited Life is the one where I went a little crazy funky stupid with the lore and emotional plot, especially and specifically with the Clockers and the Bad Boys. I have so much lore about all of that, and that universe, and the mechanics there. I'm insane about them, oh my lord. You think I talk about Etho a lot *now*? That has NOTHING on the LimLife God AU. Clockers My Beloved- (Now, the Bad Boys lore is one where people may go "why is that the lore??" but that's okay. I love it and it's good To Me) Anyway, the Limited Life situation takes place over a much longer period of time that one would expect. Unlike Wild Life, where everyone was clearly informed before being flung into the Trials, these people were just sorta picked up and plopped into a realm where the rest of civilization simply... didn't exist, and they had to rely on themselves for survival, shelter, everything. Jimmy, Scar, and Bdubs literally grew up in the realm- they have absolutely no memories before they were kidnapped by the god/s. Grian and Joel weren't even legal adults yet, and tried to act tougher than they were even though it was so obvious that they were scared kids. And while the players were aware that at least one divine presence brought them there, they never met these Gods in person, and they have no idea if it's just one god, two, a whole pantheon... It was all very mysterious. But they do know that at least one God involved was very fond of clocks

In Secret Life, well, the Secret Keeper was the God who brought them there. But the punishments for failing a task were harsher than the irl canon, and almost all the players in this world had been born into a group that worshipped the Secret Keeper, and they were trained to be part of this Trial since they were little kids. Some of them were very literally born for this. Scar, on the other hand, wasn't involved in this religion and got involved mostly on accident. But he was the only one never able to leave...