#I've been in clubs as a kid. but were kinda forced on me kinda. like drama club and pottery club.

[lowkeyrobin]

Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤

ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???

QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era

warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex

genre ; fluff

word count ; 858

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Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.

he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream

such a little tease

back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos

you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them

also ranking Discord memes

so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO

"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"

"I thought Thanos was your true love?"

"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"

once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft

you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later

youd often help him with lore ideas

he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends

you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them

the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀

lore goes fuckin crazy with that

while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome

Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes

you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat

the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild

also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes

also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man

youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you

taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham

also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces

Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>

Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy

teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two

playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him

how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)

your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters

hella fanart and fanfictions man

try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him

he purposefully does shit to make you laugh

reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n

youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were

"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"

"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"

"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"

"what"

promoting the quackityhq merch religiously

also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one

him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot

tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes

youd both be frequently trending on twitter

hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>

playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus

sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys

he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend

whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins

he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it

lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face

would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"

"mOooOooOoOoM"

genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it

he starts sending good morning and good night texts

he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart

will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"

[blogquantumreality]

As I was traversing New York back to Frey's place, I noticed an interesting NPC interaction with Frey, and it made me want to come up with a short fic. This is the result!

Frey couldn't help but notice the brown-haired woman in the grey turtleneck and winter parka staring at her as she walked by.

Even though it was a freezing cold day and she wanted to get home, she decided to turn around and see if, just out of morbid curiosity, the woman would talk to her or if she was just staring because, well, black street girl.

Then again, maybe the allegedly ubiquitous "Christmas spirit" might make the interaction go more smoothly. It had gotten her a serious reprieve from Judge Bird.

"So, uh, hey." The words didn't exactly roll smoothly off Frey's tongue.

The other woman frowned. She didn't back away, though, which was something. "Hi," she said. Frey took a moment to eye her jawline, and noted with appreciation the complicated braided ponytail she could partly see at the back of her head. And she had hazel eyes, if Frey judged correctly.

Frey looked up and saw that she was standing in front of a record store. "Any good records in there?" As pick-up lines go, that sucked.

That forced a chuckle from the other woman. "Not really. My grandpa still has one of those old record players and I was hoping to get him a Frank Sinatra album. Cheapest one is, like, thirty bucks, though. Gotta pay the 'vintage premium' according to the guy at the counter. So much for having a sale on!"

"I usually just watch music videos on YouTube with my phone when I can get Wi-Fi," Frey replied. With an effort at a change of subject, she asked, "Waiting for someone?"

She winced internally and mentally set a new low bar for how bad her pick-up lines could get.

Luckily, the other woman didn't seem fazed and just shrugged. "Wanted to stand outside for a bit. The surge pricing's insane right now so I'll wait till things calm down a bit."

"You're braver than me. I wanna get home and warm up as soon as I can!"

"So... I'm the only reason you're delaying your return, hmm?"

Frey could feel the heat rising just a bit in her face, and if that wasn't enough, the other woman fucking winked at her.

"Busted," Frey muttered. "But I did see you staring at me, so I kinda, well..."

"You usually go around picking up strange women on the street, then?" She grinned. "I'm Amelia." She stuck out her hand and said, "You're...?"

Frey hurriedly extended her hand. "Frey." As she clasped Amelia's hand, she couldn't help but feel a slight shiver up her spine at the warmth of her smooth hand.

Amelia released her hand and let hers drop to her side. "Frey. I like that. Unusual name. So what do you like doing in your spare time?"

Be a street kid and steal shit for a living so I can save up enough and get the hell out of this damn city.

"Well, I've got a cat, so between her, games on my phone, and walking everywhere I go that's kinda what I do when I'm not, um... freelancing."

Amelia gasped. "A cat?! Please tell me you have a picture!"

Frey held her phone out to Amelia. "That's Homer on my lock screen."

"She's adorable. So fluffy!" Amelia smiled widely at Frey. "I like you more and more, Frey."

Flipping it back around, because she really didn't want to accidentally let slip she just got out of court, she said, "So, Amelia. What do you do in your spare time, besides browse record stores?"

Amelia chuckled. "I'm kind of a bit of a nerd, honestly. I play some tabletop games - D&D, that kind of stuff."

Vaguely remembering a club she'd been in back in high school, Frey nodded. "Uh, which rules are you using?"

"We were using fourth, but when the new ones came out we tried out the Lost Mine of Phandelver and it was pretty cool, so we switched."

Frey frowned. "We...?"

Amelia waved that off. "Oh, just me and a couple of friends from college; I'm majoring in business, so doing this stuff is a good way to blow off steam."

Frey smiled. "Must be nice, being in college."

"It's not for everyone," mused Amelia. "My brother's actually going into trades because everybody and their dog needs a plumber, but me, I wanna be owning the plumbing repair shop." She reached out and touched Frey's arm briefly. "So what kinda freelancing do you do?"

Think, think, think!

"Uh, just kinda... a bit of everything. I know a little bit about cars, so my last job was helping fix a guy's ignition," Frey babbled.

And if by 'fixing the ignition', I mean attempting to hot-wire the car, that's technically sorta true. I just didn't do it with the owner's permission.

Amelia lifted her eyebrows in surprise. "Interesting. More variety than my life, anyway."

The wind shifted and a sudden chill went through Frey. "Shit, it's getting colder. I really gotta--my cat." She gestured vaguely in the direction she'd been walking.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry about that." Amelia dug in her pockets and then coming up empty, said, "Uh, you mind giving me your phone for a second?"

Reluctantly, Frey handed it over. Without that phone, she was completely adrift; she bit her lip as Amelia tapped away in the Contacts section.

Relief flooded her as Amelia handed it back and winked again. "My number's in there. Give me a call sometime and I'll buy you a coffee."

Frey lifted her eyebrow. "Are you asking me out already?"

Amelia's face went red and she ducked her head for a moment before looking Frey in the eye. "What can I say? You're growing on me. And you are pretty cute."

It was now Frey's turn to blush, and she mumbled, "Guess you're pretty good-looking too."

"Seeya, Frey...?"

"Holland." She looked at her phone. "Amelia ... Evans, I take it?"

She nodded. "That's me. See you around."

Frey sketched a short 'goodbye' wave and said, "Guess maybe I will."

Amelia waved back. "Hopefully soon!"

Frey turned and began walking down the street, but a smile kept tugging at her face. Maybe this Christmas - and my birthday - won't suck for once.

[hazardworld]

Dustin's a Damn Good Ally (Original) Pt. 6

Chapter 6— Scars and Black Sweatshirts

Ao3 Link

Originally Posted 1.1.23/Edited 9.2.23

Summary: Dustin's turn! I've tagged him as queer only because I didn't want to ruin the surprise. When this is a series, his actual label will be in future fics. (fyi i had one in the words but as of now I'm using part of it for Monster Town S2E4 so...yeah)

(Queer author saying queer is used both positive and negative here)

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Eddie was taken aback at how accepting Dustin was.

It was clear he didn’t care about sexualities, even if he was straight. That was metal as fuck in its own right, but even more interesting was how the kid seemed to have an innate sense of gaydar in him.

As good as if he was gay himself.

Either way, Eddie found himself having a movie night with Steve and his adopted siblings/children, fully able to kiss and hand-hold and love his boyfriend, without judgement from the other two in between them (aka the only reason Steve and Eddie weren’t cuddling: the redhead on Eddie’s right, next to the brunet on Steve’s left)

Eddie had found himself a family full of love, and for fuck’s sake, he was happy.

The movie in question was the Breakfast Club, something everyone found comforting and sweet, and hopefully not inducing nightmares from trauma Eddie wasn’t technically supposed to know about but forced all three to tell him after everyone had screaming nightmare after screaming nightmare.

Besides, Eddie thought it was similar to their dynamic: found family from all walks of life, not to mention is was secretly a personal favorite of his.

About an hour in, Dustin went to go get popcorn, but the movie was quickly stopped as Steve gently pushed him back down into his seat.

…ok?

Eddie looked up in confusion as Max and Steve put on determined looks, and Dustin’s confused face quickly turned into a panicked one.

Eddie pretended not to see (or be hurt by) the way Dustin's fearful eyes kept going back and forth, mostly directed at him.

"Max, you know where the sweatshirt is, yeah?" She nodded and ran upstairs, while Steve ran into the kitchen, Eddie mentally agreeing to follow behind.

"Steve, what’s going on? Is Dustin ok?" Steve gave a little huff, and started looking through cabinets.

"Babe, I love you, but it’s something Dustin needs to tell you. Not my place." Steve grinned as he spotted and swiped a large bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "Grab the paper towels on your way. C’mon." Eddie grabbed the roll, trailing behind like a lost puppy.

By now, Max had returned, and was helping a crying Dustin tie a black sweatshirt around his waist, and Eddie saw the dark red stain on the Harrington’s pristine couch.

Oh.

That made…so much sense.

Eddie remembered coming out to Wayne: the day after his middle school graduation, saying that he was Eddie, and that’s who he’d be in high school.

How scared he’d been that someone who he trusted and loved could turn on him so easily, just for saying who he was.

How kind Wayne had been, saying Eddie was his boy, and how tightly they hugged afterwards.

Now, the roles were reversed: Wayne’s job now his.

So, Eddie did the best thing he could, and tore off his shirt.

Well, he didn’t literally tear it off, but he threw it over his head so fast it was almost like tearing it.

Either way, it had exactly the effect intended, because the second Dustin caught sight of his bare chest, he gasped.

Under Eddie’s chest were two long, slightly mangled scars of the breast reduction surgery that had "gone too far."

News flash, it hadn’t.

And the scars that reminded Eddie of what had once been now brought one of his favorite kids joy, because Eddie was just like him.

"Eddie?" Eddie grinned and nodded, and Dustin just crashed into him, into a hug.

"I thought…I thought you’d hate me…being gay is one thing…" Eddie gently shushed him and pulled him in tighter.

"Don’t worry kiddo, I could never hate you for being trans. It’d be kinda hypocritical, no?" Dustin giggled in his arms. Eddie caught the wide grin from Steve and the approving smile—the equivalent to Steve’s wide grin—from Max, and he smiled warmly.

Max snatched the paper towels from his hand, making it clear his job today was comfort, as she and Steve got to work on the stain.

Eddie stayed shirtless the rest of the night, pretending not to see the little glances Dustin gave the scars as the movie continued.

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And that's a wrap!

A few bits that may be integrated later, idk: - Dustin knows Steve's safe because he got his first period at Steve's house (spring '85) - Eddie gives Dustin a few of his own black sweatshirts after the fact - Dustin (plus Nancy and Lucas) can sew, and he makes his own binders out of sports bras

Special thanks to a few of my friends who beta read (aka I just read this aloud to you at some point), especially "the Dipper to my Mabel" (I don't think they have an ao3/tumblr acct) and @octopiys.

Please PLEASE read the new version. Yes, it may have the same plotline, but I've added a bunch of fun details that give the story more character.

Chapter 5/6

[destinyc1020]

By the way Hollywood is i would just b content with Kaia being in her late 20s n Austin in his late 30s bt 20 (wen they met) is just so.. young. I actually enjoy Kaias book club n she said in the last one that was told a lot that she was very "mature" n a "old soul" when she was young n i definetly get that vibe from her, i feel like she thinks shes more mature bt by her interviews she sounds like her age to me tbh (nt a bad thing though shes still seems more stable than a lot of other nepo baby models).

I did think her n JE were going to last longer, they give off the same kinda vibe imo. In his print interviews he seems pretentious/wanting to emulate old hollywood stars or Health Ledger n Kaia mentioned smthin about how an artist isnt going to sacrifice their movie for someones kid (wrong lol) cuz thats not how art is made n she wants to "make art". Just by those comments i got why they were a couple ☠️ both of them can just sound very eye rolling to put it plainly lol kaia seems a lil more geniune wen shes nt ignorant about nepotism tho lol

Im srry bt the "rent a model gf" gave me a lil chuckle lmao it def helps wen her last n current bf have been actors n she wants to b an actress now. Anytime someone mentions her its either cuz her mom or shes "_'s gf". I think shes prob going to continue to have a deal with the paps until or if her acting career takes off cuz they give her visibility in hollywood

Late 20s would be fine....shoot... even 25 would be better and just fine imo lol 😆

I've always liked the fact that Kaia had her book club, and it's smthg she's done for years. She's a VERY avid reader, so I'm not even surprised that Austin was attracted to her, coz he loves to read also! 😊 Like, I can totally understand why they clicked, cuz they actually have quite a bit in common.

While I do think that Kaia has been forced to grow up VERY quickly in the modeling world, and probably isn't a "regular person's" 21 year old, she's STILL very young (imo), and pretty naïve and out of touch.... You can tell by her interviews. The funny thing is, she doesn't even realize it yet, which is why it's so ironic.

I'm not sure of the context of what she meant by "making art", so I won't comment on that, but part of me almost feels like she's just repeating buzz words lol. At least with JE, I feel like that's who he truly is, and what he truly wants. Although they sometimes looked miserable together lol, I actually think they were better matched? They were closer in age, and seemed to have similar backgrounds.

ALL of us were more naïve at that age though, so it's not a slight towards her, it's just a reminder that she doesn't have much life experience yet. 🤷🏾‍♀️ According to Psychologists, your brain isn't even FULLY developed until your mid-late 20s!

JE grew up pretty privileged, and so did Kaia. When you've been raised around wealth your entire life like Kaia has, it's hard to know how to relate to "common folk".

Re: JE.....

I'm not even surprised he's with Olivia Jade rn lol. 😅 They've actually lasted waaaay longer than I expected, so I guess he stopped cheating on his gfs lol. 🤭

Re: Rent-a-Model-Girlfriend...

Lol I'm sorry rofl 🤣 But after dating Pete Davidson, Jacob Elordi, and now Austin Butler lol, it just seems like I'm noticing a pattern here rofl 🤣 (Hot, up-and-coming actors who are going places lol)

As far as Austin is concerned.....

I'm probably gonna ruffle some Kaustin/Kaia feathers by saying this lol, but I'll say it anyway since I'm ALWAYS 💯% honest here on my blog....

First off, I'll just say, I think Austin is actually a very nice guy, and definitely seems way more humble and in touch with reality due to his background.

But boy does he have a bad woman picker lol 😂 Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying the women he's been with have been "bad women" at all (I actually didn't mind Vanessa back when they were dating pre-covid 🥴), I just think that his personality doesn't always align with who he's dating. So his choices are sometimes like, "seriously?" to me lol. Almost like, he doesn't realize that he could do better. 👀

Tbh, I've often wondered if maybe he got with Kaia because after the lengthy Vanessa rlshp and breakup, maybe he just wanted smthg more low-key, easy maintenance, a pretty girl on your arm for movie premieres and press tours so you're not asked about your ex all the time 🙄, and just someone who can be private, and not rustle feathers too much, or be overly obnoxious on social media. 👀

I could be dead wrong, but I kinda get the impression that he's more so focused on his career right now. Yes, he's been in the business for almost 20 years, but he's JUST now getting his big break, so he's a bit behind than some others who got their big breaks in their early 20s or younger. He could def date an older woman again in the future, but I don't think at this moment in his life that he's really looking for an older woman who might be wanting or pressuring marriage right now.... hence, KAIA. 👀 🤷🏾‍♀️

I actually wouldn't mind Kaia too much if she were at least 25 and came from a regular background like himself. She's private, she doesn't say anything about the rlshp, and many famous ppl need you to be that way when you're dating such a high-profile man. Maybe she took notes from Zendaya lol 🤭

Anyway, I think his focus at the moment is his career. You saw how QUICKLY those engagement rumors got squashed right lol? Rofl 🤣 😂 I'd be a little surprised if he gets engaged to Kaia anytime soon. (I could be totally wrong though)

But he is def a guy who seems to prefer stable, long-term rlshps though, so they will probably last quite a while! They might even surprise everyone and get engaged one day, but I don't see it happening tomorrow, in other words. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Honestly?? I actually think Austin would do well to just be SINGLE for 6 months lol. I know that's a TALL order for a handsome, nice guy in the industry lol, but imo I think it would do him well. He's been through a LOT. Not just his mom's death, but other things in his life as well.

Relationship-wise, he went from an 8-yr rlshp with Vanessa, to then a massive breakup, to then a rebound "situationship" with his Elvis costar Olivia, to then another rebound fling with Lily Depp lol.... like laawwwd dude rofl 🤣 😂 Can't you just be single lol? 🤣

I'll give him a slight pass though, cuz 8 years is a very long time to be with someone, and then NOT have anybody.... I always say that the longer your relationship was, the longer you rebound also. I don't even think they broke up in person face-to-face. 👀

Anyway, IF he and Kaia do breakup one day, I'll be looking to see who he gets with next, cuz if it's some young 21 year old again I'm gonna be giving him the MASSIVE side-eye.

🤨

Anyway, those are my thoughts/opinions.... you don't have to agree. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[cheemken]

Whenever I check the Drayton tag, it always makes me smile to see new asks on this blog. Truly fueling my thirst for Drayton stuff that's angsty or wholesome like to each their own but a lot of Drayton stuff I've seen often paint him being a bully / antagonistic to Kieran. Seeing many anons share their hcs has been so nice!

I wanna share some BB E4 hcs!

- Crispin likes to experiment with his cooking! Drayton is often his testing buddy before giving the improved versions to Lacey and Amarys. Drayton complains playfully about Crispin playing favourites

- Amarys manages the club budget so she usually checks the requests made to utilise it. She often rejects Drayton's suggestions of holding 'wild parties' under the guise of team building / bonding'.

- Lacey and Drayton have crossed paths with one another when they were kids. Clay and Drayden have brought them to party events before. For as much as Lacey gets on Drayton's case about how he dodges the administrative side of the club, she trusts him with the battling side.

- Despite his slacker status, Drayton is actually really good at handling new members who are super shy / nervous. His laid back attitude and chattiness helps ease these members, and he's also open to answering battle related questions. It still surprises his friends when he just rambles about different training methods for Dragon-types, sounding rather animated for once

Anon I'm fucking crying these are so dope cbxmbcnd ough BB E4 friendship is so really your honour it's so so real and so canon and they're really close and they remind me of the og Unova kids in my hcs hcmdbd

But also of fucking course Drayton would throw parties and say they're for team building exercises lmfaooo Amarys has to really check their budget lest someone falls for Drayton's "team building exercises" again hahaha

Also Drayton and Lacey childhood friends🥹🥹

Your honour imagine cbxnxn that'd be so cute but also since they're childhood friends they're also kinda like siblings lmfao, ofc Drayton's gonna annoy Lacey too, Iris isn't the only one who's fun to annoy. But also, not only do guys run away when Lacey mentions Clay is her dad, but imagine if Drayton is also part of the reason they run away hahah

Like they know Drayton is so chill and laid back, but they also know how protective he is of his friends, plus they're not gonna fucking challenge a champion level trainer that's actually trained by a legit champion, his Archaludon can probs sweep their teams. But it'd also be funny if Lacey is so so unaware of Drayton like, looking threatening from behind her, giving off the vibes that he will let his Archaludon attack at any guy or girl who wants to be w Lacey lmfao

But also him being like that to all his friends, like if he doesn't like someone, they would know, cause his smile is a bit too forced when talking to them

Also isn't it canon that Crispin kinda has a crush on Lacey?? Fucking imagine that convo w Drayton lmfaooo

Just "Lacey's really cute, should I ask her out??"

"if you value your life, no."

"huh? Why? Is it because of her dad?"

Your honour pls he's just a lil bit oblivious bcmxbd hahaha

Also y'know Crispin low-key gives off enby vibes, idk, it's the way he looks, idt he'd care much abt how people perceive him, all he cares abt is his friends, pkmn, and cooking

Speaking of cooking imagine if he's like, Gordon Ramsay kinda guy when he gets pissed off when someone ruins a dish tho lmfaooo imagine him yelling out cussed bc someone used the wrong technique or ingredient for a dish or even just dissed smth he made

I picture Amarys not being able to cook that well, everything she makes always gets burnt, Crispin once invited her over to teach her how to cook starting w basics but for some godforsaken reason she still managed to burn grilled cheese

"how..?? How in the Distortion World did you fuck that up??"

"that's the first time I've heard you say that word. Is it truly that bad?"

"Amarys, look at me in the eyes and take a bite outta that sandwich. Is it edible to you? Do you think it's edible? Do you think it's something people would willingly eat?"

He made her redo it ten more times till she got it right hahaha

But yeah omf these are so dope anon chxmnd

[ijwrff]

Sorry if it's kinda personal, but what's college like?

Oh I don't mind, hun! I feel like a lot of it will depend on the college, and your interests! Most colleges have a ton of clubs and teams for sports and hobbies! It's not 100% about school, even though (obviously) that's the main reason everyone goes. Finding the right college for you is always the most important, so visiting any in the area and asking questions about what benefits they have there is really important!

For me, I went for the language degree. So there were things for German after class as a club called Kaffestunde, which is basically just a club where you all drink coffee and practice your German with a tutor or grad student! There's stuff like that for most majors I think :0 for example a friend went for programming and game design, and there was a video game club (not exclusive to the program majors though).

I kind of had a love hate relationship with college? I was forced to go. I'm glad it's over, but I could have saved myself thousands of dollars by doing my major from home and taking the fluency exam when I was ready (you do have to pay for that particular exam but thats fine). My mom was huge on forcing her kids to go to college, and I personally think that's the wrong approach.

You can meet amazing people there, but college shouldn't be forced. Especially when kids are just out of highschool, because how are they supposed to know the career path and degree they want to shape the rest of their lives XD some do know, but most don't. One of the good parts about college though, is you can experiment. If you don't wanna pick a major right off the bat, or you're unsure of which degree you want to choose from the ones you like, you can still go to college and take the required courses and dabble in an intro class for each of the degrees you might want to choose.

There's some people who take 3 years of course for a major and decide to switch it last minute. It's ALMOST never too late to change your major, so if you decided you really didn't like what you were taking courses for, you just talk to an advisor and get something else worked out!

But as I said, be sure that you want to try college because it's expeeeeeeeeensive. I know people who owe over $100,000. If you want to go, get a little more settled in a job or apartment that you want! Because going into college without having a job and hoping financial aid will cover everything is hit or miss. Saving up can save YOU a lot of trouble later. I'm not telling you, or anyone DON'T GO TO COLLEGE, I'm saying "Be PREPARED for college and the struggles you'll need to overcome."

It's tough, I won't lie. I was in college for 6 years, when it was supposed to be 4, because I kept failing classes. My health (mental and physical) made it hard for me to do anything, and I spent a lot of that time jobless because of it. College is a time to learn about yourself and what you want to do later in life, so experiment! If the standard 4 classes is too many, try 2-3. If 2-3 isn't enough and you think you can handle another, add it to the schedule! Your advisors? Your best fucking friends. They'll help (or they should) when you need to add or drop classes and help get you the degree you worked so hard for!

I feel like this was a very long ramble, I am so sorry XD all this is fresh in my mind cause I JUST finished. I'm proud of what I've done, but personally I regret going to college. If it wasn't for the pressure from my mom, I wouldn't have gone because I WANT to be a writer and translator. You don't necessarily NEED college for that. It could be fun to take a class for it here and there, but I just feel like I wasted a lot of time that could have been spent catering to my mental and physical needs without having tens of thousands of dollars in debt because it was hard to hold a job when I was so sick.

Overall, do what you want to do. College courses? Sure! Full time courses or part time? Go for what you can handle! Don't need a degree for the job you want? Save some money, and get the degree if you want to and have time to do so!

Be kind to yourself, and do what's best for you!

[thoughtfulfoxllama]

My wife is doing her Student Teaching, and she's at my old High School

The other night, we were talking about After-School Activities when we have kids. I was forced out of so many things (Gardening Club, Debate Team, the Spring Play, ECT) because my grandmother didn't want to bother driving so far, and refused to let me ride the public bus (school bus didn't go to our place). I don't want that for my kids, so we agreed they'd do whatever activities they want (and since I'm going to be a teacher, I just might sponsor a club myself)

But this led her to ask why I went there. It wasn't the school I was assigned to, but I got in on a Magnet Program. That was the least of the reasons for going though

I'm Neurodivergent. I'm not diagnosed with Autism yet, but I got my ADHD Diagnosis on my Mission. But, because my family was adamant that I couldn't possibly be ND, I dealt with issues. Namely, Anger Outbursts. This, combined with my horrible social skills led to me being bullied

But I joined the Church when I was 13. I was a different person. I felt supported for the first time in my life, I had actual friends, and people who cared. But that wasn't enough. I realized that if I was going to create a lasting change, I needed to change who I was surrounded by, to create a new environment

Now, my High School kinda sucked, but I loved it there, and wouldn't change a moment of it. But I was a new person, and apparently, I was a person people actually liked. I had friends in Seminary, and at School. For the first time in a while, I didn't look forward to school just to escape my home life, but to see people I actually enjoyed being around, and who enjoyed being around me (and not just to use me, like some people in Elementary & Middle School). And I was just as flipping weird as I am now (if not more weird, because I've been relatively low-key since my Mission), but so were they. If I started my Conlang (included my weird Deseret Alphabet symbolism), I know someone would have chalk so we could write it all over the sidewalks in the Quad

So yeah. I went to my High School because I was re-inventing myself, as someone I wanted to be. And I actually had people who liked me

[kaaytea]

Hey Kay! sorry I couldn't send in an ask earlier 😔 it's been a rough week, I got caught in a storm and now I've been sick for the past couple of days 😖

Well at least you made the first move and ig there is nothing you can do at this point? or maybe your roommate is just as quiet as you?

noooo why are the clubs like this…. I'm feeling pressured to join a club to but it really isn't my thing 🫠 I just can't be bothered but I'm worries that I might need extra curricular activities for the future and I kinda have none 💀

I'm not really sure what to say about the friends things really... I'm going through the same thing now? Like I have this one guy who kinda talks with me but I don't feel we're like friend friends?? does that make sense? maybe I'm just awkward 😭 And now I'm forced to go to this halloween party to keep an eye on my brother but like I don't wanna be the lonely kid in the corner...

BUG IM SO SORRY IM JUST RESPONDING TO THIS!

I'm sure you're not sick anymore, but I hope you recovered swiftly 💃🏻

Ha ha about my Uni situation...I'm actually transferring to a different school! I kinda hit a point in November where I was just too lonely and sad and said "fuck it, I can't do this." SO, I'm going to an art school that a bunch of my high school friends go to!

Clubs were so hit or miss for me, like they could be fun...I just wasn't meshing with the people most of the time :/

NO I COMPLETELY GET THE "WE TALK BUT I DON'T FEEL LIKE FRIENDS" THING! The only person I talked to at my old Uni fit in that category. She was super nice and we had similar interests, but we just never really hung out much.

Aw I hope the party wasn't terrible :( crossing my fingers that you found someone to hang with 🤞

[freezegirl]

"i'm counting on it," murmurs the younger of the two. "because it's getting kinda itchy." she scrunches up her nose as if to prove that particular point to rey. "i should probably sit onto my hands so i won't pick at it." then she nods her head. rey is right. though it's not just kie who has to take that lesson to heart. it's her friends, too.

will stronghold, especially.

it's been years since high school and people still conflate the person he is nowadays with the person he was back then. it grieves her, still. will's a legacy kid, much like herself. but whereas kie's parents weren't around very much, his parents were.

in a way, it had been easier for her. no parents around meant not disappointing them as much. or, at least, disappointing them where they could not see her do so.

"yep!" there's another attempt at a feeble grin. "i worry about her too, though. aisling has a lot onto her plate. i wish she'd let me help out more." i can do it is what she does not say aloud. i can help. i can be useful.

instead, she turns her attention to rey and the story she's telling. it makes her heart soar. she loves love, and even though she's seen it gone wrong up close more than once, she has to believe that it can go right, too. that the good will outweigh the bad.

rey is warm hearted. kind. it's in her name. a ray of sunlight made manifest. rarely has kie met someone who helps in a way rey has. clever hands, clever tongue, all ensconced in gentle warmth.

the force, kie thinks, must have protected rey. must have made it so that rey could help without getting frostbite or losing her body heat. or maybe rey has innate abilities, too, aside from that connection.

either way, kie is glad for it. glad for this respite that she doesn't deserve - not really, not quite - but still got tossed into her lap by the universe as a whole.

"did you guys get along immediately or did it take some work to get where you are right now? also, if he was the crown prince back then, does that make you a princess now?" it's been years since high school but it almost feels like she's interviewing someone again. a vox pop for the av club or the year book club or something like that.

"i'm in college now, but we had this, ah, power placement thing at my high school to determine which classes you'd follow and which track you'd be placed in. which, yeah, i know what that sounds like." it almost makes her wince again. "very old rules made up by old men." which makes it almost poetic that will - the grandson of the person who created sky high and sky u - was the one who broke down all those barriers.

"we went alphabetically. my last name starts with a g, so i went first. turned the gym into a winter wonderland. and then warren was up next. he powered up and for the first time in a long while, i felt warm. like actually warm and not the warmth that goes away easily, like a cup of tea gone cold or stepping out from beneath the warm shower - i don't... my body isn't good at regulating it's own temperature, at warming itself up. i can hold onto warmth but never for long. but being near warren when he powered up, it felt like being near the sun. then he overshot and turned the place into a water park, then a sauna. that's when i had to tap out; it got way too hot for me so i slipped out the door right as coach boomowski - everyone calls him boomer - bestowed the nickname hothead onto him."

she snorts, then she does wince because of the pain.

"i liked him from the moment i first saw him, but i could feel him beforehand too. it was easy. it still is. everyone's got a heat signature, or in my case, a muted one or lack thereof. his is just so much brighter than anyone else's. i've---i think i've always been drawn to that. to him. it's the fire and ice of it all. the instinctual need for balance, i suppose. anyway, i doubt warren knows how much of a torch - pun not intended this time - i carried for him since the beginning, though, because he's had a lot to contend with." which is not her story to tell so she won't elaborate on that. "and i never really found the courage to do the whole vowel sound thing in his vicinity, so the first time we interacted was at homecoming. froze up my whole arm to get his attention. we ended up hanging out afterwards and we never really stopped, much to my delight."

     "well... for what it's worth, i think it will be healed quickly." the injury isn't so deep; the pain is probably the worst part of it. its location beneath her eye means it's likely UNCOMFORTABLE, every time khione smiles -- or tries to. rey can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy as she watches her grimace. "and you don't always have to be brave. that's a lesson i'm still trying to learn myself."

rey wipes her hands, finally coming to sit on the chair across from the other. she nods as khione speaks, letting that particular pang of fondness and grief that always comes when something reminds her of leia wash over her. "i'm familiar," she smiles. "she'll probably only be a bit concerned. i think she'll mostly be proud of you. and besides -- it's nice to have someone who cares enough to WORRY, right?"

she knows all about parents who can't be bothered. so of course the alternative is welcome. and she's happy khione has found that for herself, too. "oh, sure. this is one of my favorites. well -- in the midst of the war, we were in battle against the first order. i took the falcon and started lightspeed skipping, hoping to catch kylo ren's ship by surprise. but... one thing led to another, and i fell out of orbit. i crash landed on thor's home world, asgard. at the time, he was the crown PRINCE. so he was tasked with keeping an eye on me, i suppose, to protect his people. and all the while, he lent aid to repair the ship and help me return home. i thought he was kind... and handsome, of course. the rest is history."

[minniesmelody]

Drama club

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: being Jason’s sister mostly had its downs, you never asked for this. For any of it. But because you were his sister you were put in the spotlight for it. Maybe at least one person can see through it. (Based on “Drama Club” by Melanie Martinez)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: the reader is 18, cussing, mentions of sex, Jason, Drug dealing, mentions of weed and many other drugs, forced relationship, mentions of running away, kinda short but i wasn't sure where to go with it after i started it and i really need to post a fic and i've been kinda neglecting you guys so im sorry so here you go, enjoy!

𝗣𝗼𝘃: first person- Y/n

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: Angst

𝗔/𝗻: this song played on my shuffled playlist and I was like…”yup okay I have a fic idea” so yeah not much to say here except i just love this song and I thought the idea was unique in a way! I listened to so much Melanie while writing this. This isn't getting a part two, im sorry i just have a lot going on right now.

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲

𝗗𝗼 𝗶 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗸

𝗜’𝗺𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘄, 𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝘀

I never asked for this. Any of it. The moment I was introduced as his sister, I was put on the spotlight. I never asked to be like everyone else, i never asked to fit in.

I was immediately given the chance to be on the cheer squad, sit with all the populars, be invited to every single party, constantly getting hit on. Maybe people would say I was living the dream, but in all honesty, it was a nightmare.

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮

𝗨𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮

𝗨𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯

The Carvers, the perfect little family.

Dad had a good job and made good money. Mom being the basic housewife, two kids, a nice house. Not rich but the bills got paid on time and having extra money for allowance and going on monthly shopping sprees was something that was stable for us. Perfect little life.

Jason had his girlfriend, Chrissy, another perfect person. Soft hair, pearly white teeth, nice body, sweet personality.

I was in a 2 year relationship with Chance, one of Jason's best buds.

Jason had set us up, i never wanted that. 'Just go on one date with him' he said, not even 3 hours later mom and dad wanted me to go out with him too 'He is perfect for me' they said, i had no say in what i wanted, it was whatever they wanted, my only choice was to go along with it.

I have never once had any feelings towards Chance, not once. Not even when i let him take my virginity. I'm honestly not even sure why i let him, i just did. It wasn't even like i trusted him. I kinda just laid there and let it happen. I was consenting with it, but deep down, i wanted to push him off of me and just run and run until my legs gave out eventually.

But in reality, i just had to place a fake smile on, a perfect fake smile.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗪𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝘇 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲

𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻? 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲

𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲

Most perfect people didn't buy drugs, especially from the towns freak, but no matter how perfect i was i wasn't most people. Far from it.

Me and Eddie started dealing about 7 months ago, 2 days after i lost my virginity to be exact. It had started off with some weed. Weed then turned into Ketamine, which then turned into LSD and even psilocybin, yeah, mushrooms. I was risking to take anything if it meant i could escape this perfect little fucking life. I wouldn't say i was addicted to drugs, i was just addicted to escaping life for a bit.

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁

𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁

𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘆𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆

Eventually drugs didn't become my escape route, Eddie did.

I had cracked and told him the truth and how i really felt about things. The fact i never have and never will love my boyfriend. How my parents are basically making my every choice. How my brother was the biggest fuck head ever and rooted for me to be in a relationship with his best friend. Why i bought so many drugs from him.

And he actually listen, he actually fucking listen and cared about what i had to say, cared about me.

And eventually he showed it, we started secretly hooking up. I didn't regret it, never once. He made me feel alive, like there was something to be excited about in life. And he understood me, and i fell in love with him and he fell in love with me. It’s cliche as fuck but like most cliches, it’s the truth.

Chance wasn't ever thought about when i was with Eddie. He told me he loved me, many times. Something Chance had never ever done. Not once.

It was like time stopped and the world went silent, and we were the only people alive on earth.

We were young but our minds were well beyond our years, we planned to run away together once high school was over. Tour the country with his band and him, get away from that town, get away from the people in it. But for now that was just a dream, Until then, i had to continue placing a fake smile on my face, with my forced perfect life.

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯

𝗨𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮

𝗨𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯

[ravenwitch45]

Winx S4 Rewatch Rambles Continued

Is what it says so let's get into it

First part of this post:

The MLM version of this frame from last time

I'm joking, I don't ship Nabu and Riven but I found this funny so why not?

Oh Sybylla is so pretty... Now that I think about all the major fairies are. Hmm... anyway I specifically really her hair and wings, her dress also ain't half bad either. Shame she don't do much.

Okay where the fuck has this tower been hiding? Cause Tir Nan Og has a mechanism to hide itself but to my knowledge this does not so... Did the wizards hide it in space after sealing Aurora away, or did it not exist and Aurora just created it after being freed? If it's the former then wouldn't people have seen it? and if it's the latter Aurora is pretty protective of a hunk of Ice she can make seemingly easily,

All that said it is a gorgeous location lowkey surprised Icy hasn't attempted to steal it and have a frosty joyride through the universe, wouldn't that be something?

Roxy having an incredibly cool spell that almost puts the Winx's to shame. Good lord Roxy you got robbed...

Ah Aurora, I... have mixed feelings on you. Her wings are cool and I like the hood but girl your outfit needs to be a little bit more... more. You are the Fairy of the North put on an actual coat for god sake. Or like a parka dress, i don't know just something but no. She has the same problems as Lovix, furs a nice touch but shows way too much skin for me to take her seriously. Still like her though.

Now Nebula, I've warmed up to her over the years, Her wings are nice albeit a bit samey with the other earth fairies, then again she is their general so I guess that makes sense. I like her hair and her outfit is just the right color for me to like, that said I feel like a general would wear actual armor when fighting, but she looks good anyway.

Bloom using Ice magic? Icy feels a disturbance in the force.

This look Morganna gives Roxy just feels like a parent being mildy dissapointed in their kid for getting into trouble, which tbf is inda what's happening.

Bloom just straight up grabbing Nebula and throwing her? Actually yes please, flying gives more advantages then height so have the Winx use that more please.

Ah the black gift of salt to rub in Aisha's wounds. I hate this thing and if you know the show then you know why.

Enjoy him while you can girl cause you are going to get fucking robbed soon...

Kiko being able to actively control his ears is creepy enough but them being freakishly strong is fucking terrifying. Enngh...

I just thought this was cute. I want more soft Nebula please.

Okay Morganna says their wings grew back, which one I'm surprised Nick kept that in, and two how long we talking about here, years? months maybe, cause I'm a little bit interested in the actual science of fairy wings now, which they never explain despite fairies being the main characters. Hmm...

Oh Morganna is just so pretty. I don't what it is about her but I just love her, I wish she got more time to shine, and I wish she wasn't relegated to background character later on. She deserves the world.

That said, Queen sorry but I'm about to slander you

Just the face. I think you get it.

And Ogron and the wizards betray everyone what a surprise, and he gets yellow straps for one shot and one shot only. Uh.. he actually makes it work i think but he looks better normally

Oh the dreaded moment has arrived. Goodbye Nabu, you and Aisha deserved so much better.

Rest in peace King.

On a lighter note, Morganna continues to have the best faces

But seriously this scene just slays so well. Aisha turning on the Winx and becoming what they were fighting just a few episodes prior is just... it's such a strong move with actual impact, cause she's doing it willingly not out of mind control like Dark Bloom. Also the detail of the rain, rain is kinda commonly used for sad scenes but here it actually makes sense.

Aisha is the fairy of fluids, and has control over water, in an attempt to keep her promise to Nabu, to not cry she has stopped, but perhaps subconciously she uses her powers to cry, she makes the sky cry for her. Aisha I am so sorry.

Color me surprised Stella grabs someone and throws them too. Smart girl!

Aisha actually fighting the Winx, hurts my soul cause these are the girls who helped her free the pixies without knowing her, who refused to leave her behind in her worst fear, who stuck with her when she was blinded and fought for her homeworld like it was their own one nearly losing her life in the process who Aisha thought did and cried for her.

In her rage she is blind to all of that, cause she is so desperate to not lose someone else that she almost loses what she still has. You can either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain

Ah the Morganna is Roxy's mother reveal, the timeline is nonsense but I will enjoy this anyway cause it's so cute!

Queen actually get's to do something thank the dragon! Oh and how her dress flows around her when flying is so pretty!

The fact that Tecna has no comment about being back in Omega upsets me. At least have her look uncomfortable considering she was stuck here all alone for at least a week like seriously give us something!

Wait Nebula was the fairy of peace? That's her thing!? This may be a nick thing but oh my god! To think what the Wizards did to her drove her to be so bloodthirsty is so tragic! That's like if Aurora started using Fire or if Diana destroyed nature, Nebula's trauma is so much severe then I thought good lord.

Ah and they made up. That's nice, though Nebula's hands going through Morganna's wings is a bit weird but shh! Enjoy it. Wonder is someone's written them together, Hmm...

Well this is gonna need a third installment to finish this off since I had so many, that will be out in a bit, see you then!

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

It was nearly the end of her shift. Ikkaku got up from where she'd been hunched over a desk, filling out the order form for the parts she needed for her last client of the night. Stretching, she sighed in relief as her back audibly popped. It had been a long day, and she was looking forward to going home, especially since she'd been there since sunrise.

"Don't tell me you're tired," Wire chuckled, stealing her pen so he could work on his own forms. "You've only been here for, what, nine, ten hours?"

"Ten," she admitted, cracking her stiff neck. "But hey, work's gotta get done. But I've got tomorrow off, so nothing - not even Kid - will interfere with my amazing plans."

"Oh? Hot date tonight?" Heat teased, taking her paperwork to file. Kid didn't trust anyone but his three best friends in his office. Not even his best mechanic. It was annoying, but Ikkaku had been forced to accept it was just one of her boss' frustrating quirks.

"If by that you mean a long soak in my bathtub and binging ocean documentaries until I pass out on the couch, then absolutely!" she laughed as she headed into the break area to fetch her things, pleased with the easy camaraderie she had with her coworkers. They were kinda weird sometimes, and the boss was an asshole, but she liked working at the garage. These guys at least didn't seem to care that she was a woman doing a man's job. Hell, they seemed perfectly chill about her gaining a reputation for being the best mechanic in the city. A lot of guys would have gotten their panties in a bunch over a silly thing like that.

Just as Ikkaku was preparing to clock out, coat halfway on, her ears perked up as she heard the sound of an engine approaching. It didn't sound great. Definitely in need of a tune-up, but there was definitely something else off. Before she could think about it further, the engine cut out, and a loud, gruff voice echoed through the nearly empty garage. From the sound of things, somebody was looking for her. Curious and a little annoyed, she walked out into the main garage to see for herself. What she found was Heat and Wire both frozen, staring at an older, utterly ripped biker with a club and a motorcycle that honestly looked a size too small for him, though she doubted anyone who dared to comment on that lived long enough to regret it. Especially with the nasty scowl on his face that made a shiver of fear run down her spine.

"Uhhh, I...think you're looking for me?" she asked, nervous as she stepped forward. "I didn't have any more appointments in my book tonight. But, uh, if this is an emergency, I can take a look. I gotta alert my boss I'm doing overtime, though." Looking at Heat, she gave him a meaningful look. "Hey, can you let him know what's goin' on? Don't need him getting pissed at me when payroll comes around."

Heat seemed to snap out of his trance and quickly caught her meaning, rushing out of the garage to find Kid and let him know they had a visitor. Well, more specifically to warn him that trouble had found them.

Not knowing who this man was, but sensing that it was best to stay on his good side to keep things from going sideways, Ikkaku smiled up at the motorcyclist, trying not to let her nerves show, even as she felt sweat dripping down her back. "Alright! Show me the patient. I'll get her fixed up good as new for ya."

@ikkaku-of-heart plotted Modern! AU starter

There wasn't a whole lot of people willing to put up with the Beasts and their rowdy presence in their cityscapes. Bars were often left ruined for one reason or another and parking lots were thoroughly marked by squealing tires. Even less were respectable businesses likely to deal with one ornery old bastard and his penchant for violence should he be easily pushed to it.

And while irritation lingered on his mood since his men had been screwed over in recent memory, his focus was now on the concerning chug of his precious bikes motor. She didn't sound as smooth as she once did, going to show how often he rode her and for how much of his life he took her on the road.

Kaido didn't need any of his men present for what he thought would be a quick pitstop nor did he bother calling for an appointment as anyone who's anybody would know who rode in and not to question any further than what they could do for him. He'd gone slower than normal to get to the shop in a bid to ease his old girl her pain.

Running up into a spot within the shop and popping the kickstand out, Kaido was not of the mind of accepting a refusal from anyone especially not from the pretty little lady he'd heard was the best there is from word on the street.

"Is that woman working this time of night? I want her, and only her to work on my bike. I don't trust nobody else to fix my girl!" Ignoring the looks he got, Kaido would stay near his bike with club in hand until he saw who he wanted. That is, unless she wasn't there in the first place. An embarrassment he would not tolerate without damaging something on his way back out should it come down to it.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

It'll Always Be You

Lee Felix × reader; angst, but with a fluffy ending; 2923 words; lovers to exes and back

A/N So Felix has me feeling all sorts of things today, bc of how good he looked during the performance. So here's a scenario for our Sunshine!

"Here's your order and have a nice day," you smile to the female customer in front of you, before handing a pack of cookies to her child. Once the leave, you let out a sigh and look at your best friend who's cleaning the counter next to you. "All done for today!," you exclaim, to which your friend looks up and smiles, before taking off and folding her apron. "So, what are your plans for tonight?," she asks, making you give her a knowing look. She to her eyes before saying, "How long are you gonna stay cooped up inside your house? The break up was two years ago for heaven's sake, you need to start living your life again." "Hey, I am living my life, it's just that, unlike you, I am not interested in going out and meeting new people every day. I meet enough strangers while working here, so there's no need to go clubbing daily," you shrug.

When all she does in reply is pout, you chuckle and say, "Okay, how about we go for a movie tomorrow? My treat." Her face lights up at that, and she gives you a tight hug before saying, "I really want to meet your ex once though, just so I can break his nose." You giggle "Oh he's dead and gone."

Oh, if only you knew.

Once you send your friend off, you start tidying up your little bakery up. This was the place that helped you get over your breakup, which had been messy to say the least. You had immersed yourself fully in your work, because you knew it was one thing that would never hurt you or break your trust.

You sigh lovingly at the memories of setting up and running your bakery, turning your back against the front door. And just as you are reminiscing you hear the door open, causing you to turn. The moment you do so, however, you regret it, because standing there, staring at you wide-eyed, is your ex, otherwise known as Stray Kids' Lee Felix. You both continue to stare at each other for a while, before he finally breaks the silence (and your trance) by whispering, "Y/N."

You clear your throat, and say, "I'm sorry, but we're closed for the day." He rushes to the and hurriedly replies, "Please, it's rather urgent. My friend Hyunjin is really craving some blueberry pie, and he refuses fo join practice before I bring him what he wants." "I told you, I'm sorry, but I can't help you today. You can come back tomorrow though," you say, not looking into his eyes. "Please Y/N, Chan hyung is getting really angry, he's gonna ground me along with Hyunjin," Felix reasons, and you find yourself giving in to his pleading eyes and pouty lips.

"Fine, wait a minute," you say, making him crack a smile. Boy have you missed that smile of his, you think, before mentally slapping yourself for still not being able to resist him, even though he broke your heart to pieces when he broke up with you over the phone two years ago, telling you that he could no longer do long distance with you being all the way in Australia. It wasn't the breakup that hurt you though, it was the fact that he had found someone better and closer to him, or so he said.

Little did you know, though, that the company had he had never really found anyone else, that he didn't want to find anyone else. The company had made him lie to you when they came to know he was secretly dating. He tried to put up a fight, but the company started threatening him about the group facing consequences. He knew you'd see right through him if he told you the truth, so he had to lie to you in order to make you hate him, just so you could move on in life. He meant well, but he never knew he hurt you so bad that you'd give up on dating and love altogether.

"Here you go," you say while handing him his parcel. He thanks you, while contemplating if he should make small talk. Mustering up the courage, he asks, "How have you been?", while looking down. "Fine," you reply, "Congrats on the comeback." His head snaps up at that, as he says, "I didn't know you knew I had a comeback," "It was all over the news, Felix. Stray Kids are really making it big," you swallow before adding, "Your partner must be really proud of you," complete with a fake smile plastered on your face.

Felix winces at your words, not knowing what to say. In the end, he settles with, "How long have you been running this bakery?" "Since about a month after we broke up." When he gives you a confused expression, you sigh and add, "I was kinda already about to move to Seoul when you told me that you had found someone else. I was gonna surprise you, but you ended up surprising me instead."

"Y/N, I-I never knew. I'm so sorry, I-," he says, but you cut him off. "I-I t-think you should leave," you say, with tears threatening to spill. "Let me explain, please. I swear I'll come clean, please, just give me a chance." "No Felix, I can't give you any chance, you blew it up when you hurt me so bad that it made scared of ever loving again. Please.....j-just go," you say, shutting your eyes close. Dejected, he turns around to leave, but not before saying, "I'm sorry," one more time. Once he leaves, you sink down to the floor, crying. "Why did you have to ruin me so bad?," You whisper.

You don't, however, notice that just outside the door, Felix too, is crying hysterically as he gets into his car.

Upon reaching the JYP building, Felix rushes to the washroom to try and dry his eyes and hide any signs that he's been crying. "I still love you. I never stopped, but gosh, why did I have to be such an idiot to let you go? And that too, in the worst way possible?," he says to his reflection in the mirror, thinking back to your broken expression. Slamming his fist against the sink, he curses at himself.

Once he's finally sobered up a little, Felix goes back to the practice room to give Hyunjin his pie. Though he has half a mind to just call in sick and go home and weep, he knows the group needs him. "Here you go, Hyun," he forces a smile onto his face when Hyunjin thanks him. Chan notices his slumped shoulders, but shrugs it off as tiredness. "Now that everyone is satisfied, can we get back to practice?," he asks. Once all the boys agree, rehearsals begin again, but Felix can't find it in himself to focus. He keeps making mistakes, which finally results in Chan stopping the music, grabbing his hand, and taking him out the practice room and to his studio.

"What is it, Lix? You've been distracted ever since you came back from the bakery. Come on, I know something is bothering you, it isn't like you to lose focus. Tell me what it is," Chan says, sternly but gently, his concern for the younger boy evident. "It's nothing, hyung. I'm just tired," Felix tries to evade the question, but Chan presses on. "I'm not buying that, and I'm not gonna have you distracted during performances or practices, either. I can't risk you injuring yourself or any of the boys, so I'm saying again. Spit. It. Out. Leader's orders."

Felix sighs, running a hand through his hair. After a pause, he finally says, "I saw Y/N today. The bakery, it is owned by them." Chan's eyes go wide at this, since he's the only one who knows the circumstances under which you both broke up, and is also the only one who knows about how much Felix regrets letting you go, in the worst possible way. "What happened? Were they....rude to you? Or did they do something?" "What? No hyung, they were nothing but nice to me. We made small talk, and they told me that they were planning to surprise me by moving to Seoul, when I broke up with them. I hurt them so bad that they are scared of ever loving again," Felix says, taking shaky breaths between sentences as tears welled up in his eyes again.

"I messed up so bad hyung, you know I still love them. They're the nicest, most perfect, most lovable person I've ever known, and I damaged them so badly, gosh I feel so guilty," he breaks down again, causing Chan to wrap his arms around him, giving him a shoulder to cry on. Once Felix calms down, Chan says, "You know what you have to do now, right?" "What do you mean?"

"You say you still love them. You say you're guilty. But instead of telling these things to me, you need to tell this to them. Apologize to them, tell them the whole story. Tell them there was never anyone else, and that it's always been them. You didn't fight for them back then, because you were worried for us. But you can fight for them now, because we got your back. Win them back, Lix. Make up for your mistake."

"B-but hyung, why would they ever want to take me back again? I've been nothing but a jerk to them." "Well, in that case, you can't blame them. But they deserve to at least know the truth. They deserve to know that your intentions were not wrong. If they choose to walk away after that, they will at least have had gotten closure. Who knows, it might help them muster the courage to go out and love again. You owe this to them, Lix."

Chan succeeded in knocking some sense into Felix, as the next day, the younger boy found himself in front of your bakery, preparing a long speech explaining why he did what he did to you. He's so engrossed in his thoughts that he doesn't notice your best friend walk out the bakery and stand next to him. "Uhm, are you okay?," she asks, surprising him. "O-oh, uh-uhm, yeah," says Felix, while noticing her uniform, that's identical to yours. "Do you work with Y/N?" "Yeah, we're friends and partners, and on most days, we work together. But they called in sick today, and told me they'd cover the evening shift. How do you know them though?"

To this, Felix finds himself at a loss for words, but he figures if he's gonna come clean to you, he needs an ally. And what better person than your best friend? So he takes down his mask slightly, making your friend gasp in response. "You Felix from Stray Kids! What are you doing here?" "I-I came here to meet Y/N. We broke up two years ago due to a mistake I made, but I need to explain things to them. They deserve to know the truth." He looks up to see your friend glaring at him, as she says, "That was you? You broke my best friend's heart? How could you? I'm not letting you anywhere near them, you jerk"

"Please, just give me 5 minutes, and I'll explain everything to you. Then you can decide if I deserve one more chance." When your friend doesn't say anything, Felix launches into his own version of things, explaining himself and his actions. Once he's done, your friend is still glaring at him, but he notices a smile tugging at her lips.

"You have been nothing but a complete and utter jerk to them. And honestly, you deserve to get your ass kicked by them. But I know that they still love you, and the way you are repenting what you did tells me that you love them too. So I give you my blessing. They'll be here in the evening at 6, be here before then." Felix hugs her super tight at that, with the biggest smile plastered on his face while thanking her. She adds, "But if you hurt them again, I swear I'm gonna murder you with my own two hands." "It won't come to that, I promise."

Felix arrives at the bakery at 10 minutes to six, and the moment he enters, your friend shoves him into the kitchen, asking him to stay there till you come. Once she leaves, he starts pacing up and down, raking his hand nervously through his hair. He tries to prepare what he is going to say, but gives up when he realizes that it would all go out the window when he sees you.

Meanwhile, the moment you step inside the bakery, your friend pretends to be busy setting stuff up on the counter, and asks you to bring in some things from the kitchen. Unassuming, you start walking towards the kitchen doors, when she notices your swollen eyes and exclaimed "Babe, have you been crying?" You muster up a fake smile and tell him that it's just you not feeling well, but unknown to you, Felix heard your friend, and guilt washes over him again. But he doesn't have time to wallow in it, as soon after, you step in.

The way your expression morphs into one of pure sadness breaks his heart into a million pieces, and when you say, "What more do you want from me?" while holding back tears, it takes everything in him to stop from falling to his knees and begging forgiveness. He tries to speak, but you hold up a finger, indicating you aren't finished. "Now that you've found me again, was it not enough for you to have me admit that what you did to me made me stop believing in love? Do you even want to rub it in my face by telling me how happy your are with your partner? If that is so, then please, just get lost, I'm begging you."

Tears are now streaming down your face, and Felix finds himself saying, "Just please. Let me explain. You deserve to know the truth and my feelings and intentions. If after that, you want me to leave, I swear, you will never have to see me again." You can't look at him, but when you don't reply, he says, "I promise that this is the real truth behind what I did. Please hear me out. I lied when I said I had found someone else. There is no 'someone else,' and there never will be one. The only person I've loved, the only person I still love, is you. It'll always be you."

"The company made me break up with you, and threatened me that the group will face consequences if I didn't do as they had asked. I that that if I outright told you the real reason, it would hurt you. And so, I decided to lie to you in order to make you hate me, even if it broke my heart. But never did I ever think that it would damage you so badly, and I know I've been stupid, but I can't help but ask for you to forgive me, and give me one last chance. I know I've been a total jerk to you, and even now, I'm being nothing but selfish, but I just want you to know that I still love you. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, and I'll walk away forever. But you deserved to get closure, and I hope that if you do choose to give up on me, you will now be able to love again, and trust again."

By the time he stops talking, the both of you are sobbing hard. You ask him, "Are you done?" When he nods, you say, "You say that you will walk away if I choose to give up on you. But do you really think I'll be able to give up on you? If I couldn't stop loving you even when you broke up with me in the cruelest way possible, what makes you think I'll stop loving you now that I know that you went through the same pain as me? You knew what the truth was, and you still had to hide it. I can only imagine how hurtful that must have been, Felix. I hate myself for believing your stupid lie, for ever doubting the love you had for me. I'm sorry, and I forgive you."

Felix looks up at you, surprised. It takes him some time to process your words, and when he does, he asks you, "What does that mean....for us?" To this, you shyly reply, "Well, I never stopped loving you, and if you didn't either, then should we give us another try?" Felix smiles the brightest he has in ages, as he slowly comes closer to you. Cupping your face, he wipes off your tears, as you proceed to do the same. "I promise I'll never let you go again," he says softly. You giggle and say, "You'd do well to keep that promise," before biting your lip.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?," he asks. You nod in response, causing him to gently place his lips on yours. And for the first time in a while, you feel like you're home.

[ticketstomydaydreams]

5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

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‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

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“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

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A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

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“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

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You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

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And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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Lace Up! ❌❌

[hexpea]

Ch. 3 - Tokyo

⚠️NSFW BELOW⚠️

The flight to Tokyo was rather short. It wasn't too dreadfully far anyways. You were always happy to travel seeing as it was easy for you and a good way to escape the watchful eye of your grandfather.

You came down the escalator with your suitcase, admiring the floor below as you descended. Suddenly your eye caught a sign with your family name written on it in sloppy kanji. Your eyes traveled the arms that held the sign until a familiar crop of white hair caught them. You've got to be kidding me.

"What are you doing here?" You hissed with a hint of hostility, grabbing his arm and forcing it down.

"Well hello to you, too!" He laughed and moved so his dumb sign was held underneath his arm.

"How did you know I was coming?" You had a rage behind your eyes. "Are you stalking me?"

"No," he shrugged and answered simply. "But it's kinda hard not to know you're coming when you get a call from Kyoto with an angry voice on the other end screaming, 'my granddaughter is coming to Tokyo on this day at this time. Stay away from her!'"

"He's his own worst enemy," you facepalmed.

"So, where's your hotel?" He asked, reaching into his hands to pull out car keys.

"Not far," you shrugged, accepting the free ride. You might as well avoid the subway.

The two of you got into his car, a quite nice one at that - the smell of brand new leather hitting your nostrils as you took a seat.

"Looks like the school pays you well," you noted as you slipped the seatbelt over your body.

"That and family money, yeah," he chuckled and pressed the start button, the car shuttering to life. You then gave him the hotel address which he plugged into the GPS. "How long are you in town?" He asked as he peeled into the street.

"Just for the week," you looked out the window at the large buildings, much larger and more modern than that in Kyoto. "Hey...are you really going to drive with that on?" You asked about the blindfold.

"Yeah, it's not like I can't see out of it," he answered. "Any plans to attend any strip clubs?" He teased.

"No," you scoffed and answered seriously, "here on business."

"Oh come on, that's no fun," he tilted his head playfully while still staring at the road. "Live a little, you're in Tokyo!"

"Please, I've been to more amazing places," you crossed your arms and leaned toward the door as a way to distance yourself.

"Well, you've never gotten the Satoru tour," he glanced your way but you ignored his gaze.

"I've no interested in gallivanting around the city with some strange Playgirl," you shivered. "I'm sure my grandfather wants me to stay away from you for a reason."

"Your grandfather is completely out of touch..." he trailed off, "but I can't blame him there." He gave a laugh that came from deep within his chest. "My offer still stands, just give me a ring." He pulled the car to the side of the road in front of your hotel.

"Thanks but no thanks," you replied, quickly maneuvering your body out of the vehicle. "But thanks for the ride," you turned and said before shutting the door.

"Don't mention it, I'll see you later," he waved in a teasing tone.

"No you will not," you muttered to yourself as you entered the hotel.

The task you were sent to handle wouldn't occur until the end of the week. You were ultimately given a free week of travel, your manager expecting you to schmooze with the executives at corporate but you knew you wouldn't be doing that. You had been to Tokyo plenty of times, most of those times not even on business. But considering you were stuck there until the week was out, no friends to hangout with, it was already boring. You had just been relaxing on the bed, scrolling through your phone with the television on in the background.

Gojo Satoru was somehow the only soul in the city you knew. And the temptation was there whether you wanted to admit it or not.

You sighed and stared at his contact in your phone. It being unused. He had typed it in himself, using an aubergine and a rocket ship emoji after his name. Your thumb hovered over the phone icon. You held your breath as you pressed it.

"Hello?" He answered, your number not saved in his phone so the questioning intonation was understandable.

"Hey..." you mumbled, feeling defeated, "it's Y/N."

"Ahh..." he sounded prideful, "so you've finally decided to call."

"Don't rub it in... I've nothing better to do," you scolded.

"Okay, so what do you want me to do about it?" He asked, clearly just wanting to hear it from you.

"I don't know. Aren't you the one that mentioned some kind of special Satoru tour?" You had quite the attitude in your tone.

The line was silent for a moment, then what sounded like static electricity shot through the receiver - piercing your ear drum so you had to pull the phone away. In the same second, Gojo suddenly appeared before you.

"What the fuck?!" You nearly shrieked at his sudden presence, scooting away from him on the bed.  You noticed he was dressed up a bit, wearing a button up and black slacks - similar to what you found him in at the strip club in Kyoto. He also had on his sunglasses again, those blue eyes melting you in almost an instant.

"Sorry," he smiled, using his thumb to hang up.  "Any who, ready to explore?" He brought his hands up and playfully wiggled them, his stupid expression earning a laugh from you.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you sighed, thankful you hadn't gotten out of your day's work clothes yet. To be caught by Gojo in my pajamas...that'd be a disaster, you thought.

"Great, let's go!" He exclaimed excitedly, gently grabbing your wrist - a strange fleeting feeling starting to overwhelm your brain.

"First stop, one of my favorite places to eat," he charmed, your body still adjusting to the strange feeling of warping. He had gotten you both to the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.

You followed Gojo, feeling a bit underdressed. The restaurant was packed but the guests were completely quiet, a few stray eyes falling on you - likely from Gojo's exotic looking appearance. The host seemed to recognize him right away.

"Gojo-sama!" They seemed a bit to eager to serve, giving a deep bow almost as soon as you entered. They knew him by name...

"Good evening," he greeted lowly, keeping his volume down for once, "is the private room available?"

"Yes sir," the host answered quickly, "please follow me."

They took you to a dim-lit room toward the back of the restaurant, table already set with a candle flickering at its center.

"I'm not sure I can afford this place..." you sat down with Gojo and were give a small card with the night's meal written on it. There would be an appetizer, main course, and dessert - each coming with a grand description of the rare delicacies.

"Don't worry about it," Gojo said, "remember, you're getting the Satoru tour," he winked as he readied the cloth napkin into his lap.

"Sure, but this is probably...ridiculously expensive..." you replied weakly as the appetizer suddenly made its way in front of you. It was displayed like a work of art, almost a shame that you'd have to destroy it with your utensils.

"Mm..." Gojo tried to estimate, "it's usually around two hundred thousand yen each time." You quickly put down your chopsticks and politely folded your hands in your lap. "What?"

"I don't think I can eat this," you shook your head and stared at the food in front of you. It looked like Heaven on a plate. "Not for that price."

"Please, that's, like, nothing," he scoffed, stuffing his mouth as if he wasn't at fancy ass restaurant. He swallowed as you continued to refuse to eat. "C'mon," he motioned to the plate at the center of the table, "enjoy yourself. You deserve it after dealing with that ancient fuck your whole life."

"I guess," you chuckled and took a bite, the flavors instantly melting on your tongue.

The main course and dessert were tops. You had no idea food could be so artsy yet so delicious at the same time. And the conversation was actually good, too. The two of you didn't have too much conversation between you prior, so actually having the time to get to know one another a little better was pleasant. He wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be.

"Gojo-san, the after dinner special," the waiter wheeled in a small cart.

"The after dinner what?" You turned to glance at Gojo who was actively swiping in front of his neck as if to cancel whatever the waiter had under the covered plat atop the cart. He stopped as soon as you looked, smiling innocently.

The waiter quickly excused themselves as Gojo leaned his forehead on his palm. Seeing how distraught he was about the whole thing, you got up and grabbed the top of the cover out of curiosity only to reveal an array of different types of condoms, a still-in-the-box-wrapped-in-plastic vibrator, and a bowl of dark chocolates.

You wanted to burst out into laughter, especially when you looked back to find Gojo with his head in his hands trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Are you serious?" You laughed with a bit too much satisfaction. "I've got dirt on you now, Satoru! I'm never going to let you live this one down!"

"Please," he chuckled with you, face lobster red as he put his hands down, "it's for my one nighters."

"Well, if you come here to wine and dine your one night stands, you're quite a guy," you wiped a tear away from your eye as you came down from your laughter.

He coughed, "almost every weekend."

"Every weekend?" You say lifting your eyebrows. "You're certainly not a cheap playgirl, but you're a playgirl nonetheless."

"I won't deny that," he leaned back in his seat, folding his arms behind his head.

"Is that what you were planning on doing with me?" You asked, crossing your arms and leaning on one hip.

"No," the higher pitch in his voice told you he was lying, "not at all." He had also shifted positions to where he cradled his chin in his palm, elbow on the table - looking completely innocent.

You gave a deep sigh and bit the inside of your cheek. Would a little fun really hurt?  Gojo sat up straighter when he noticed you were contemplating the idea, already taking his glasses off, folding them up and placing them on the table.

"I think I can entertain that idea," your voice dropped seductively, again happy you had decided to stay in your work clothes that included a short skirt. "At least just a little bit..." you slowly walked toward him and carefully positioned yourself to straddling him in his chair.

Your skirt slid up quite a bit from the way you were seated, panties against the zipper of his slacks - his length also prominent through the thin, soft fabric. You could feel it almost immediately. His hands had delicately found your waist as you cupped his cheeks, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He welcomed you without hesitation.

Slowly, your hips began to roll and grind against him. He moaned lowly into your mouth, causing you to whimper yourself. Hearing him was like music, his usually loud and sing-song-y voice sounded more like soft, calming wind chimes when in this state.

One of his hands carefully came forward, thumb first, to reach you through your panties. Your short skirt didn't resist his movements, easily coming up as the pad of his thumb met your soft, warm flesh atop the dainty fabric.  He began to rub in circles, attentive to not apply too much pressure so he could prevent any discomfort of the fabric on your most sensitive area. He quickly became more explorative, fingers turning to slide the edge of your panties to the side, digits slipping into your wet sex. You were already primed, as if your body was waiting for this the moment he popped into your room. His fingers curled and scissored with ease, the volume of your breathy sighs increasing to a point where he quickly covered your mouth.

"We're still in a public place, sweetheart," Gojo snickered in a whisper, "though the staff know, other patrons don't."

You whined from under his palm, eyes rolling back as he continued fucking you with his lanky fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut, begging for relief as the feeling built an immeasurable amount.

"You've gotta' be quiet," he hushed, still grinning crookedly and looking up at your desperate expression.

You quickly quieted down, despite how hard it was. Gojo slowly removed his hand, his palm slick with the condensation of your breath. He squeezed your thigh and curled his fingers upward even further as you held back a scream, cheeks puffing out and holding your breath to do so.

"Satoru," you winced, feeling sweat form on your brow from the exertion of holding back. "I...I need to cum..."

"You need to?" He lifted an eyebrow. "Says who?"

"Me," you replied breathlessly.

"That's irrelevant," he chuckled, sticking his tongue out and playfully biting it with his teeth as you continued to unfold around his fingers. You were close but he was able to tell when you got too close from the way your moans changed and the way your inner walls shifted and moved around his digits.

"G-gah," you tried to sputter out the word "god" out of exasperation, but the tips of his fingers heavily grazed your g-spot.

Frantically, your hands flew to his button. It was a bit tight since you were still straddling him, but you were able to make his zipper go down most of the way. Said zipper slightly hurt your hand as you shoved it down into his pants.  He was laughing evilly the entire time as you struggled to free his cock. He was enjoying this too much.  You planted your feet back on the ground to lift yourself up slightly in order to free him, but that gave him even more room to finger fuck you. Your knees quickly grew weak as his pace quickened to the point of near climax - your screams building in your stomach, your hand flying to your mouth to keep them in as your eyes watered.

Though he was able to reach you easier, you still managed to release him - that pink head deliciously familiar...and it looked angry despite his calm and cocky demeanor.  You aggressively grabbed his wrist with your tiny hand, forcing him to stop. He looked up at you as you did so, a determined look in your eye.

"Let me cum," your eyes were wide as you frowned. He giggled and relaxed his hand. You let go as he fully pulled the digits from you.

"As you wish, princess," his grin was its usual cocky self as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, eyes playfully rolling up as he savored your taste.

You watched with lust in your eyes as you blindly placed him at your entrance and carefully lowered yourself down. Meanwhile, he sat back confidently and watched as your eyelids fluttered from the feeling of his cock sliding into you. The filling feeling was incredibly satisfying, a great relief from the taunting Gojo had put you through.

He allowed you to do the work this time, finding a pace of your own as you used his shoulders for support. His hands had gone back to your waist, touch light and calculating as he maintained eye contact - whispering words of encouragement from time to time:

"You're so beautiful..." "I love the way you ride me..." "That's it, just a bit more..." "Cum...for me..."

His voice melted you completely, your body feeling weaker and weaker as the intense burning sensation at your lower abdomen grew and spread to each nerve like a weed. Your hands tightened their grip on his shoulders.  You could no longer keep the pace you were holding up as your climax drew near. Instead, you opted to remain seated and gyrate your hips forward, grinding into him. This gave a new feeling entirely, forcing his cock to nearly penetrate your cervix from its angle. The pain was absolutely pain of pleasure, your muscles beginning to shake and your thighs desperate to close despite the straddle.

"Please hurry," Gojo begged, you were slightly taken aback by his request but then quickly realized...no condom...and he was close.

Knowing that only made a devious thought cross your mind, how hot it would be to force yourself down and take every last drop - but you knew better than that. You simply allowed that thought to drive your own high, finally feeling the tense, electrifying feeling in your stomach to burst. A rush of relief overcame you as you halted, feeling yourself pulse around his thick shaft.

He allowed you to sit like that for just a few moments before he realized it was almost too late, your clenching walls sending him into his own high.  He nearly tossed your body off of him and quickly grabbed himself just beneath the tip and squeezed so the cum could leak from the head instead of shoot out as it usually did. You held back some giggles as his head fell back from his own relief, the smile returning to his face as he came back up.

"You got a kick out of that, didn't you?" His smiled was crooked as he caught his breath from the adrenaline.

"Maybe a little," you chuckled seductively, suddenly falling to your knees in between his legs.

He watched you with careful eye as you gripped the base of his cock, his cum dripping all the way down and leaving tiny droplets on his pants.  You stuck out your tongue and ran it up his shaft, encapsulating the full thing when you got to the tip. You closed your eyes and gave him a few pumps, his breathing quickening again as you sucked him clean.  When you pulled back, you took him from your mouth with pursed lips causing a popping sound.

"Wow..." he gave a drunken smile, "that's one way to get it done."

"Yeah," you agreed, standing and adjusting your underwear from underneath your skirt. "Where to next, Satoru?"