#a while back when it got really really bad I edited the amount of people who could call me when my phone is on dnd (aka 24/7)

[thegreatestheaver]

google dot com how to stop hallucinating your phone ringing no glue no borax easy slime recipe

[telephoniii]

what app do you use for your smaus cause i canNOT find a good one

okay… this was supposed to be a quick and easy answer.

i use social maker. i’ve had it since 2020. it’s my personal favorite smau app and a highly recommend it. it’s pretty easy to use and you’ve got a lot of options on what you can do with it.

but, i was trying to get screenshots of it in the app store to show what app it was and…low and behold it got banned??

only people who have had the app downloaded before can use it unfortunately 😭

i feel bad leaving you hanging like that, so! i went on a trip to find an easy to use, nice-looking smau app!

and i decided to make it into a kind of smau post at the same time!

so you can enjoy some TWST silliness with the first years while I rank these apps :>

SILLY TEXTS WITH THE FIRST YEARS (while I rank SMAU apps)

First Years NRC boys x GN!Reader SMAU

Warnings: mention of political figures in Faker 2, Reader is Prefect, suggestive humor, possible OOC

A/N: this shows how much I love to yap. I did this to procrastinate but it was pretty fun! How did I turn my response to this anon from a single paragraph to a whole multi-section post? I have no clue. My brain works in weird ways. I hope you enjoy :>

SOCIAL MAKER (what I use)

I use this app for a reason! It’s so easy to use and it gives you 20 max messages. Personally, I really enjoy the look of the app and messages too. Unfortunately though, if you didn’t have this app downloaded before it got taken down, you can’t use it. At least on IOS. I don’t really know the situation for Android 💀

5/5 stars!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

SOCIAL DUMMY

This is another app that you had to have downloaded before it got taken down to use it. I think it’s a really good SMAU app! Especially if you wanna do stuff outside of messages!! (twitter, instagram, youtube, etc.) The messaging system runs pretty smoothly, the only thing is that the max amount of messages is very short.

4/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

CHAT STORY MAKER

This app is a bit outdated in my opinion. It’s kinda hard to use since you can’t exit out of the keyboard and get a clean picture of your messages. Also, when you close the app it doesn’t save ANY of your things. (That caused me a lot of trouble making this actually 😭). You can also only make two characters. However, it has good customization!! It has a very cute look and you can change the background + text colors. It’s also really easy to switch between characters which is always nice.

3/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

TYPE STORY

This is the app that Social Maker actually made after their OG app was taken down! It’s, unfortunately, not super great in my opinion. I got really confused when I tried using it, even with a tutorial. Once you get the hang of it, it’s alright. The app just feels overly complicated. However, if you want to make SMAUs mainly with big group chats then this app might be pretty good for you!

3/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

FAKER 2

By far the worse app among them all. It just reeks of money-greedy creators. An add plays after almost every action you do. (From customizing characters to sending messages, an add always plays) It was also quite confusing to use and you’re limited to three characters. There isn’t much you can customize either and it has a 5 message max. Also, it made me a bit uncomfortable because the three default profiles you have to edit to change into the characters you want included Trump and Elon… Yeah 💀. Not to mention that a lot of the adds were filled with AI videos that were just uncanny valley. Back on topic! The app locks a lot of features behind a paywall that doesn’t even seem worth it. I wouldn’t recommend it.

1/5 stars. ⭐️

TEXTING STORY

In terms of making SMAUs on tumblr, I wouldn’t recommend it. But, if you were interested in making texting story videos and/or publishing them on YouTube, this would be a good option! There’s a lot of opportunities for videos as it can automatically give you a video of you typing both sides. The typing sound is also pretty satisfying to me! Unfortunately, it’s not the best for tumblr SMAUs. There isn’t really any customization— you can’t even add a profile picture.

3/5 stars! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

TEXT STORY MAKER

Okay, I did legitimately save the best for last. This app is pretty great. It’s easy to catch onto and gives you A LOT of customizable options: background, text color, group chat cover, etc. Also, there’s an option for it to automatically take screenshots of the text which is just so convenient?? But there is a pretty big downside. You can only make two characters. That really sucks.

I think that if you want to make 1 on 1 SMAUs similar to mine, this would be a good app to use. It’s gonna be annoying having to remake the profiles and what not, but I think the pros out weight the cons.

4/5 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[vulchak]

So. I watched the live action Lilo and Stitch. (Completely unrelated but Jack Sparrow is one of my favorite Disney characters, anyway-) The original is my favorite 2d Animated movie. I wanted to wait a couple days just to get my thoughts in order but I think the notes I took while watching are more accurate to how I feel about this insult to animation, storytelling and character

It got long so TL;DR, This whole movie feels gutted. Gutted of the themes, of the atmosphere, and of the heart. A downright insult to the original. How this badly acted, lit, and animated thing is getting good reviews is beyond me. It doesn't hold up neither as a remake, nor as a movie in its own right

Right off the bat the pace is 5 times quicker than the original. Nothing has time to sink in, I feel like I'm watching the movie at double speed

And they've moved things around for no reason, Stitch is shown first, then Jumba is brought in, which just dampens the impact of both their introductions

Jumba sounds 20 years younger and way more boring than he should, he sounds like a stock random guy, not an experienced and unhinged genius. His grammar is fixed but his accent is also gone which just makes him sound less unique. I don't blame the VA, he did great as the Lego Joker but he was just miscast here

The grand councilwoman is done so dirty already. In the original she sounds genuenly hopeful Stitch can show signs of goodness and be spared. Nope, here she's so monotone it's like she's obligated to ask him to say something

She doesn't ask for an expert, Pleakely comes running in himself. In a cowboy hat for some reason. She also has a bizarre amount of modern slang like "crikey" and "you're kidding" which feels extremely out of character and forced

She also gets Stitch's biology wrong? "Water increases his molecular density" the fuck it doesn't, HIS OWN molecular density is great, which makes him sink. He's dense, that's the point. Water doesn't affect him he just can't swim cause he's heavy

She doesn't seem to care about her own people because she doesn't tell no one to back away from Stitch's ship when he engages hyperdrive. Which in the original was also a built up dangerous thing he did, here it's blink and you'll miss it. We don't even see him properly escape anything. The guns just blow up the door, we see him running down a hall for 2 seconds, next time we see Stitch he's on the ship, that's it

Pleakley is excited to go to earth and Jumba is the one who SUGGESTS it, he basically blackmails the grand councilwoman, saying he'll capture 626 in exchange for his lab back. Pointless changes that only serve to make the story less impactful and more childish. And this whole thing goes by in 5 minutes, in the original I swear it was at least twice as long. (Edit: I checked, it is twice as long)

The social worker scene, completely different, no "my friends need to be punished" line. Overall just, worse version of the original, not much to say

Nani is now outright stated to be studying to be a marine biologist instead of the subtle environmental storytelling of her being a champion surfer from the original. Not a bad idea? But it should've been more subtle, so far it feels like this movie thinks you're stupid and need to be told everything, despite supposedly being "the more mature version for adults"

David is cringe now and that's his whole joke. He's not really endearing anymore

Stitch wrecking his own spaceship is just stupid

Lilo and Nani's argument and subsequent make up talk have absolutely zero impact compared to the original. The constellation thing is cute I guess

When Nani is being shoved out the room so Lilo can make a wish, she didn't even fall on Lilo, and Lilo's wish is worded much worse than the original. More long winded. Stitch coming out from the crash site is SO UGLY compared to the original

If I had a nickel for every movie that's got a blue CGI character crashing a wedding and Uptown funk in the soundtrack I'd have two nickles. Which isn't a lot but at least SONIC 2 WAS A GOOD MOVIE

Lilo meets Stitch. MISSED. THE POINT. OF THE SCENE. ENTIRELY.

First of all he's supposed to go "Haaaiii" after he heard Lilo way hi to him first. How the fuck does he know to say hi when all she did was scream? Second, he's tiny, Lilo picks him up. He's supposed to be so dense adults can barely hold him, how the hell is Lilo just, carrying him around? And if it's water that makes him heavy for real. Then that's just stupid

Also love how no one is freaking out about it, the lady working there casually leashes him and sounds so disinterested. Every person in the movie (except Lilo she's doing very well) sound like they don't wanna be there

They're giving Nani less to do and making her worse. In the original, they were at the dog shelter because she heard Lilo's wish and wanted to make it come true. Now its the neighbour taking Lilo, and not even to the shelter, not to adopt a dog, they just kinda. Do. Without Nani's permission which is another problem

Cobra being CIA and involving the authorities as a whole is. Dumb

Oh so Nani came up with the name Stitch. Wonderful. One stupid decision after another

"I read her text messages." People in present day still keep diaries there was no need to change that. Hello fellow kids ass line

Nani being mean to Lilo after losing the job and making it very clear it's Lilo's fault, instead of comforting her and going along with her bug imagination. Way to ruin the best big sister in your history, Disney

They turned the "Ohana means family" scene comedic. WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA AND WHICH SLUG-BRAINED MORON APPROVED IT?

Nani being a jackass again. "We were left behind" that's exactly what you say to your grieving 6yo sister about the parents who tragically passed, Nani, way to go. Makes it sound like they ditched them on purpose

Telling us about the room full of trophies instead of showing us. This movie is for babies in a way the original never was

Stitch spelling out he has no family instead of the again, much more mature and subtle dialogue of the original

The teaching Stitch hula thing was alright I guess

Nani doesn't even see Stitch being a record player is lame. Followed up with a fart joke

Remix of Hawaiian Rollercoaster ride is worse than the original in both sound and placement. It was a personal moment for the family. To take their minds off the bad day of not finding jobs. Now it's just. Full of tourists, and Nani teaching/being at her job

Also Stitch being the one to ask to go in the water first. Goes against the story, he's supposed to be shown it's OK first, by being taken in by Lilo. But no, just sees a dog, decides he wants to. FUCKING STUPUD

Whole hospital insurance thing seems so showhorned in. Not having a job was reason enough for that contract

And Stitch not being directly blamed for it. Again. Zero. Impact. They've literally turned this into a stock "CG character stuffed into a plot with live humans" movie. And it's disgusting to watch

Jumba is turning into a villain. Lame. His dynamic with Pleakely is also fucked

The hammock scene is again just. A worse version of the original, I don't know what to say at this point. This whole movie is somehow so fast and so sluggish at the same time, it's impressive how bad the pacing is

Stitch doesn't even see the ugly duckling book, doesn't talk to Lilo, doesn't go to the woods with the ducks just. Goes to his crate??? For some reason??

And LILO finds HIM. NAH, missed thr entire point, AGAIN

Wedgie joke, butt joke. More completely unnecessary childish humor

The portal gun is an alright gimmick but. Meh. And no song playing over it. So immediately less memorable scene. Elvis as a whole is very absent from this movie

NAH WE AIN'T DOING A LIAR REVEALED WITH STITCH, WHAT EVEN IS THIS MOVIE

Stitch himself feels like a non character in his own movie somehow, he's just there to be a dog, a cute CG character to sell merch. So many of his important scenes are missing or so watered down it barely feels like the same character

Reference to the other experiments is neat but thats not how 627 is made, you can't just turn one experiment into another

Cobra being the one who turns and helps them. Stupid. He was supposed to be a good guy the entire time

The climax is so anticlimactic compared to the original too. Painfully obvious they were out of a budget

Lilo having to leave Stitch to drawn should hit hard. It doesn't. That thing spent the whole movie being annoying, stiffly animated, and frankly I don't care if it drowns. That's not Stitch. It's a badly made imitation

Oh and now they're recussitating him. With jumper cables. And he threw up the important family photo. This isn't Lilo and stitch. In writing, acting, or soul. And I swear they're reusing voice lines for Stitch in some scenes

The reason for Stitch staying before was such a beautiful simple solution. He was adopted, as a pet, he's Lilo's. But now. Overcomolicated, stupid, and again, the councilwoman used to geneunly want to give Stitch a chance and let him stay. Now she seems much more reluctant and it doesn't work as well. The mosquito thing didn't come up, Stitch doesn't let his antenna and extra limbs out for Lilo to see

David is being so fucking stupid- they turned one of the best Disney men into an annoying stock moron. Oh and Nani doesn't have a job and can't be in charge of Lilo. Sure putting her with the neighbours and letting Nani go study is fine, I guess? But it isn't nowhere near satisfying and misses the entire point of Nani's character

Not sure if there's anything past the credits, I didn't watch those.

[stump-not-found]

how do u get the motivation to write? i have an idea that's been floating around for months but i've never been able to actually sit down and write it. even when i do manage to write i don't get much farther than like 2-10 paragraphs before i go " this is garbage i'll finish it later " and then never come back to it. you have several hundred thousands of words. how

this is an interesting question, one that's gonna have several different answers because it's very personal to each person . please treat this as a very incomplete datapoint because i could ramble about a bunch of different approaches

I'm gonna make an initial point that I'm in my thirties; I'm extremely used to tedium, and I find that's the number one blocker to folks. boredom is okay . you don't have to love everything you make . it's just important that you make anything at all

im also extremely opinionated. almost everything i write is because i engaged with some other art that pissed me off but i don't want to be a cunt about it . so i write 100k words of weird smut instead

more thoughts under the cut!

In terms of specific checks I'd ask folks struggling with art, i'll start with a couple of things:

are your physical needs being met?

If you find yourself struggling to write, check in with yourself and If you're tired, or hungry, or haven't gone for a walk, or haven't had fun/socialized in a while. You're a physical being and as irritating as that can be sometimes, you can't push past these things. Take care of your body!

Do you have community?

Inspiration for me is primarily driven out of a joy of talking and sharing ideas with others. Find and cultivate relationships with people purposefully; this is one of the hardest things for me, i had to go to therapy to even be able to even talk to people, but having people to share ideas with and collaborate with is the number one motivator in my life. its really, really worth it

Are your outcomes clear?

Not every story can or should be super long, or complex. Sometimes, I write something just for the sake of finishing something, specifically to train my brain in getting comfortable with starting and finishing something. Other times I write something to practice a specific technique. Other times? It's just to indulge, quality be damned -- sometimes you just got to go hog wild

Are you giving yourself permission to learn?

This is the most important to me. Making art isn't about being good at something; it's just something humans do. It's good for you. It's good to make shit that's bad, and to recognize that's part of the joy! Learning to be a novice is a genuine skill, and it feels terrible at first, but it gets easier to more you let yourself accept that you've got a lifetime to learn, and that's a wonderful thing

There's probably a lot more i could list off but your physical needs, community, clear outcomes, and learning mindset are the concepts that seem the most generally applicable.

for things more specific to me and my specific quirks as a human, i guess the only other thing I can mention is I write an abnormal amount of words per day, because I'm very comfortable with letting myself write shit words . like on average im pulling 2k words a day -- this is weird . doctors hate me . doctors also crave me .

this is probably because i'm an insane pervert . but also i practice not judging a thing that doesn't exist yet, and do a stream of consciousness approach when i write -- which is to say, I'll do some basic pre-planning of a scene, but a lot of times its just letting my thoughts flow freely without censorship . i'm already so visually minded because i've been writing comics & scripts for over a decade at this point, so it's pretty easy for me to picture dynamic scenes, and at that point i can just literally write out the actions im picturing

I do not edit, I do not pause, I just let the words in my head flow and have faith that it will be good . i'm an extremely indulgent writer and encourage everyone else to be as well . i'm dog shit at grammar and make a lot of mistakes . i thankfully have wonderful friends who help me learn and grow in the areas i am weak in

when you just let yourself write what the fuck ever, sometimes you get some really dope shit out of it. Other times you write 4k words of dogshit that you gotta delete. Either way, I have fun, I learn something about my story, and I get a little bit better at trusting myself to make something i enjoy reading

be selfish in art . but also be empathetic, and curious ! write shit you hate . write shit you love . write shit that only you and one other freak are gonna enjoy . just be weird about it i guess is the main thing .

OH!!! OH ONE FINAL THING SORRY: listen to music and hallucinate and pace in circles and spend hours just rotating images in your head to music . literally my number one thing for coming up for shit that rocks . go listen to some hatsune miku right the fuck now . i know not everyone can visualize things but pacing around listening to music is such a big part of the writing process for me please go kneel before hatsune miku and kiss her on the ring

[matchadobo]

KIDD; kiss-proof lipstick review

warning/s: very fluff, fem reader, youtuber/streamer!kidd, shy!s/o, modern au, most nsfw thing could happen is an abrupt makeout

note: based from this -> post, smaller italicized texts are sub-bullets

kidd as a youtuber that normally does metal covers with his band (heat, killer, and wire)

has about a solid following of 100k subs bc they're just so cool

that is until his viewers asked for his makeup tut bc he always looks so bomb

his viewers have also requested fit checks like what he wears in a week

kidd forgot to mention that he has a s/o, which mildly upset a certain demographic who was ahem thirsty for him

you as his gf doesn't really mind if he talks to himself in front of his phone or camera on random times, but he always tells you a quick warning beforehand bc you sometimes appear on the bg of his vids/streamer

i also think that at some point, kidd does game streams bc he's lazy to edit. his fanbase supports any content he does whether it's just yap streams or food streams or band rehearsals

i feel like he always aims for competitive games that are pvp like MK, COD, league, etc. it just feeds his ego, and he enjoys trashtalking 😭 riling his opponent up and all that

it's all so funny, which explains his fanbase that tolerates his insufferable temper and jokes. it takes a certain kind of humor that other people might take as offensive

but the second he got sponsored by a punk make-up line, a pr box arrived at his doorstep bc he rarely checks his emails

he'd ask you to do a makeup stream with him, but you were too shy about it. especially after being the final boss of a certain demographic that is attracted to him 😭 but you never told him that. knowing him, he'll probably flip all of them off and cause drama

he'd start up stream, poorly introducing the products. you laughed to yourself at how bad he was at complimenting or kissing ass to the brand he legit has never heard of😭

kidd knows how to apply his makeup; shadow, liner, and lipstick. he tried on a purple and red shadow combo and his usual full eye liner.

his stream at that point became very chill, his fans loving every bit of his craft and how focused he was doing everything. especially at how he looked like afterward

"now we got- kiss-proof lipstick? they sent me a shit ton of fuckin' shades!" he showed a whole box of liquid lipsticks. laughing at the ridiculous amount.

his fanbase requested a test of the kiss proof on his palm, showing interest in the product

but kidd had different ideas. it might be a good way to hard launch you already.

his ig and twt already had pictures of you during dates, but your face was always hidden most of the time

"a test on my palm? oh boy, i have a better idea for that."

he'd call you, "babe! baby! c'mere a moment, i need ya a bit."

his chat would go: "babe?!?! omg hard launch?!", "omg here is his s/o!", "OH GOD KIDD YOU SLICK CHEEKY FUCK!"

you'd be scared for a bit, but kidd looked really excited. besides you also want to check out his makeup products.

"are we gonna do it together?" you muttered lowly, referring to the review

"kinda." he shrugged. "i just got one lil job for you, you'd love it promise."

you were skeptical at first but oh well. kidd lets you pick the lipstick of your choice, which was a bright red. it always looks good on him.

the chat was highkey going crazy when your body from neck below was showing

they also noticed how kidd started acting differently, he spoke softly and he had this meek smile while looking up at you

he lets you apply it on him. you were now seating with the seat he pulled to let you down. the chat now being able to see you. you waved a hi shyly, and man the view count started going up

twt was already full of you guys 😖

kidd then fanned his lips, waiting for the product to dry.

"ok, what's next?" you asked, popping the lid close

"this." he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you on stream. holding the kiss pretty good in there, smirking through it as he did so, before sucking on your lips open

you were too flustered and frozen but he even had the audacity to angle his head the other way to continue kissing you

it was pretty fucking lewd, he was really getting in there

but you, you melted from his lips and his firm grip on your nape

the chat and stream lagged at the amount of chats and view counts increasing exponentially

once he pulled away after a good 2 minutes, he turned to the screen and said, "so? it really is kiss proof, aye?" he bursted out laughing at your reaction which was the same when he started kissing you 🤣

the chat also went hysterical, both from freaking out with the both of you and your reaction

you honestly didn't mind, you half expected it. it's kidd we're talking about🤣 because kidd did it as a flex and as a fuck you to his haters (especially those who were targeting you)

you had to excuse yourself which resulted to even more comedic response from kidd at how cute you are. you were burning red btw

you later come back to tell kidd and chat that you're okay, and you plan to get back on him for that

JASDHSAJDJSAJDSA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! JUST DID THIS LAST NIGHT

[compress1repress]

I'll stay ready for you to take me

Pegging Fic Part 2: Throuple Edition - 14k words

Art x Tashi x Patrick

[Part One] [AO3 VERSION]

finally the part 2, it's two sex scenes, one as a dream sequence :) they are all sweet here and also toxic and also fun and silly, yayyy!! patashi first, then throuple <3

CW: NSFW, MDNI, pegging, strap-ons, anal, fingering, cucking (it's for Art's own good), illogical car sex, nipple play (guess who), jealousy, hotels, sex shops, etc (i could go on)

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Tashi didn't often remember her dreams but when she did they were vivid. She sometimes felt they blended with daydreams, where she had full control over them.

2018 was tough. Art was recovering from his injury, he was recovering really well. She had felt this deep nauseating fear when it first happened, that he might never play again. Now that he had recovered, the feeling sometimes shifted into resentment. 

Of course he gets to get better.

Of course Art gets what he wants, even though he doesn't even want it enough. That's what gets her the most, the fact that he's clearly giving up. That he doesn't know how lucky he is.

What do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you want. You can fuck me if you want to.

You want.

Never I want. 

She likes that he has this need to please her, but it used to feel like he at least wanted that. Even if he was doing stuff for her, it was because he wanted to please her. Now she's not sure. Maybe he just doesn't know how else to be.

Tashi loved Art. Not even just out of duty or a loyalty to all the years they share between them. She loves him outside of that. But it's so hard to be around him with the injury. 

The injury sets alight this curled up ball of resentment that's tucked away in her rib cage. Each time he won't tell her what he wants, each time he asks her for directions, each time he sits there so passively, barely even upset about his shoulder, the ball gets closer to unfurling.

It's probably all tied up in that. In the fact that he never wants anything anymore. That she feels stuck a little, existing as attachments to other people. Wife, mother, daughter, coach. It doesn't feel very her. Or at least it doesn’t feel like a version of her she wants to be right now.

Even if it's only in her dreams, she deserves to let her hair down a little.

Whatever it is, maybe it's nothing. Maybe she's just horny. Maybe dreams don't mean anything at all. 

Either way, when she went to sleep she found herself in a bar, or no, a club. Her friend or cousin had taken her out, said she needed to relax and have some fun for once. She couldn't remember but she was drunk, the exact right amount to have fun and make bad decisions.

Bad decisions, it was like as soon as she thought it, he popped up. Across the dance floor, sandwiched between two people. Of course he is. He's got tight jeans on that she can't stop staring at.

To be fair he's drawing all the attention there, his hips grinding to the music, two pairs of hands meeting at his hips. A girl is pressed up to his front and he's got one arm at her face, obscuring it. They make out with her tits pressed against him, and his hips thrusting up on her. No fucking decorum. His other arm reaches behind, his hand grabbing at the guy pressed up against his back. 

This guy is grinding at his ass and Tashi's jaw clenches. She has never been a jealous or possessive person, or maybe she's just never had the chance to be. Either way, right now she feels it flaming up inside her watching them all dance. Well, dance is a loose term but she guesses that's what they're going for. 

Of course she would find Patrick like this.

He's got this grin plastered on his face even while he makes out with the girl, and Tashi swears she can hear him laugh when the guy squeezes his thigh. He looks so in his element pressed up between them. God, he's such a fucking stereotype.

She laughs to herself but it's like he hears her too. He's turning to face her and the two figures vanish into the crowd, just his single silhouette there. The club lights bouncing off his toothy grin, and she's not sure who moves first but suddenly they're face to face.

Tashi looks him up and down, eyes finally catching his t-shirt, "are you seriously still wearing that?" 

The grey top looks as new as it did in 2007 or 2011, with the block 'I TOLD YA' lettering standing out. Why was he always wearing that stupid shirt when she saw him?

"Yeah, it's one of my finest pieces," he seems so unaffected that she's here, like he knew she would be. 

"It's mine actually," she reminds him.

"Are you saying you want it back? Don't you think he'd notice it?" He gets closer somehow.

She ignores his question, instead sipping at the drink she hadn't even realized she was holding. It's orange flavored.

He pushes on, "is he here tonight?"

Something flits over his face then, quickly, but she notices it. Like he can't decide what he wants her answer to be.

"No," she tells him, and his face stays carefully neutral.

"Where is he?" He asks.

"I don't want to talk about him," she puts her drink down at the bar.

"What should we talk about then? The weather?" He says, like there are only so many topics of conversation once Art is ruled out.

"I don't want to talk about anything," she can't, she was supposed to be having fun tonight, and if they start actually talking about anything that really matters, she's not sure she could stop.

"Perfect, because I came here to party and since you scared off my original dance partners," he grabs her hand, "I want you to dance with me."

She just lets him drag her further into the dance floor, the music getting louder and the lighting getting darker. Indeterminate people thrum around them both, a song is playing that sounds like a mixture between Hot in Herre and something she can't recognize. 

She gets a proper look at him and realizes how young he looks, young like he did when she saw him in Atlanta. Tashi feels young too, like her bones are all brand new. Reaching up to her hair it feels longer than she thought it was.

He twirls her, the blue of her dress fanning out as she spins. Had she been wearing this the whole time? 

She's facing away from him now and he presses up behind her. Tashi lets him for a moment, grinding against him to the music but that's not what she wants. 

It's like he reads her mind, or maybe they just want the same thing, but he spins her back around to face him. 

"Were you trying to make me jealous?" She asks him.

"You're married, and you're mad that I'm dancing with other people," he raises an eyebrow at her.

"I didn't say I was mad, I just wanted to know if that's what you were trying to do," she tilts her head in question.

"No, I wasn't trying to do anything, how was I meant to know you'd turn up?" He puts his hands at her hips.

Same way you knew to wear that shirt, she wants to say.

He squeezes her waist, continuing "I'm flattered that I made you jealous, wanted it to be you I was kissing?"

"I wasn't jealous of her," Tashi cuts in quickly "wasn't even jealous at all, possessive might be a better word." 

"Oh yeah?" his smirk grows and his grip loosens.

"Yeah, wanted to go up to him and tell him that your ass belongs to me," she doesn't know why she's saying it but she gets the sense that nothing matters here.

"Since when?" He squints at her but she can feel the bulge in his jeans growing.

"I was there first, finders keepers rules," she shrugs at him, like it's obvious.

"I'm not sure that's how it works," he protests but he doesn't seem that passionate.

"Hmm," Tashi reaches her hand round to slip her hands into the back pocket of his jeans, "you want it to work like that don't you? For your ass to be mine?"

She uses her hands to push his hips into hers, the bulge is undeniable now and he makes a muffled noise.

"Thought you didn't want to talk," he avoids her question but he's burning up at her touch.  

"Okay, let's go somewhere else and not talk," she removes her hands and starts to walk off.

Patrick grabs her hand stopping her, "if we go somewhere else I won't be able to hold back." 

"I'm not asking you to," she gives him steady eye contact, knowing that he'll understand, "c'mon."

As she's leading him out of the club, it's like time blurs and speeds past because they're in an empty parking lot now. Her back pushed up against Patrick's beat up Honda CRV.

"You still have this piece of shit?" She asks, surprised it's held out all these years, it's the same car he's always had.

First the shirt and now this, she hadn't known Patrick had the commitment to hold on to anything this long.

"It's good quality, why would I get rid of it," he knocks at the roof then adds, "everything was better in 2006, don't you think?"

He's acting like there's a chance he's talking about car manufacturing but the veiled reference is so flimsy it just comes out sad.

"What do you want?" Is all she can say, and it's enough because he's surging forwards.

He presses up against her, grabbing at her face, smashing their mouths together. She just revels in his passion for a bit.

Then he's taking her hands and bringing them down to his ass. She gets the idea, grabbing at him while they continue to make out against the car.

Then she's pulling away and speaking into his mouth, "I know what you want."

Patrick can't even reply because she's spinning him around so he's the one against the car. 

She's shoving herself against him, attaching their mouth again. 

This time he pulls away to speak, "I want you to fuck me." 

She just grins at him because she knew that, but it feels nice to hear him say it.

"Properly?" She clarifies, watching him nod, "I do too but I don't think-"

"I have stuff," he interrupts, "anything you'd need."

Jesus Christ.

"What are you? A professional slut?" She laughs in disbelief.

He just shrugs at her, actually having the nerve to look bashful.

"Turn around," she orders, watching him follow immediately.

She pushes him forward so he braces himself with his hands on the hood of the car. She presses up against him once more, her crotch against his ass. 

"Fucking hell, Tashi," he looks back at her joyfully shocked.

"It's what you were doing with those people in the club isn't it," she grabs at his hips, grinding herself against him, "so shameless, for anyone to see."

"At least that was a club. You're the one bending me over the hood of my own car, in a fucking parking lot wh-" he complains, while clearly grinding his dick against the metal.

She stops his rant by shoving her fingers in his mouth, "suck," she directs, unnecessarily, because Patrick starts devouring them the second the fingertips touch his tongue.

"Get them nice and wet for me," she drapes herself over him to whisper in his ear, "want to open you up with your own spit."

He gasps in a breath of air as his hips involuntarily thrust forwards, "you don't have to."

"We've been over this," she remembers his insistence the first time she fucked him. 

"I just mean I already prepared before coming out tonight, so it won't take much," he explains and she has to pause a little because, fuck, the idea of him doing that is a lot.

"I don't know how many more ways I can come up with to call you a whore," Tashi laughs, weirdly affectionately, "you were really going to let that guy fuck you, huh?"

"Maybe I was waiting for you," he looks back at her, a charming grin on his face. 

"So you put on my shirt, keep a strap-on in your car, and finger yourself before you go out at night, just in case you'll bump into me?" She arches her eyebrow at him.

"It's a nice idea isn't it?" He says all sweet and all she can do is roll her eyes and shove her fingers back in his mouth.

She uses her other hand to reach around to the front of his jeans, he's already so hard, unbuttoning them. He bites at her fingers making her pull them out.

"What?" She thrusts her hips forward in retaliation.

"Here?" He looks back at her, genuinely taken aback which makes her smile.

She shouldn't do this, wouldn't do this normally. But, again, she gets the sense that nothing matters here. 

She guesses Patrick has to ask because there's no one here to protest, nobody here to say 'this isn't a good idea' before ultimately joining in anyway. 

Art's not here.

"Problem?" She tests him and he just shakes his head, "good, now put your hands behind your back."

"You arresting me?" He laughs.

"Just shut up and do it," she urges.

He does, now pressed flat against the hood with his face turned on its side and his hands at his back in imaginary handcuffs.

With his jeans unbuttoned she can pull them off now, it takes some effort because they are tight, "might as well not even wear any pants if they're this tiny, leaves nothing to the imagination."

"And I bet you're imagining, huh," he remarks, a stupid grin on his face.

She just pulls the jeans down the rest of the way, his underwear coming down with them until he's fully exposed. Patrick takes a sharp inhale of breath. 

"Jesus Christ, Tashi," he says all shaky, again a mix of shock and delight.

She reaches her hand to his mouth, "spit," she directs and he does, making eye contact as he does.

Tashi rubs at his ass with one hand while bringing the other to his hole, her fingers dripping in spit. 

"Start with two," he tells her, his eyes already hooded.

"Don't tell me what to do," Tashi squeezes at his ass, her fingers at his rim but not pushing in. 

"I'm not," he basically whines, trying to push himself back on her fingers, "I'm just telling you what I want."

She feels herself throb at that, so turned on now that she doesn't have the patience to tease or hold back anymore. She slips the two fingers in, and they slide in so easy. He really had prepped already.

"Fuck, you could probably take me already," she scissors her fingers just to watch him stretch.

"Do it," his eyes flutter almost shut as he says it and now she knows he's not giving an order, he's just asking for what he wants.

She laughs, "I would but I'm not getting naked in the parking lot, want to fuck you in the car."

"Oh but it's fine for me to be naked?" He complains.

"You love it," she adds a third finger so he can't reply except to groan, "think you get off on the idea of getting caught like this, bent over with your pants around your ankles, moaning around my fingers."

He whines again, trying to thrust forward for friction at the same time as pushing himself back on her fingers. 

"Would he let you do this to him?" He regains enough composure to ask, a smirk at his lips.

"He'd let me," she pauses for a second, adding, "but he'd never ask for it like you do." 

It used to annoy her that Patrick wouldn't do what he was told, that he knew what he wanted and wasn't asking for advice. She liked it too, sometimes, she enjoyed the push backs and arguments but mostly it pissed her off. Aggravated her that he couldn't admit she knew best. 

Now she's just enthralled by his drive, his excessive greed and want. So hungry for things still. Even if his career is off the deep end he's fighting tooth and nail to stay above water. Even if she's married to his ex best friend he's in a parking lot, bare and exposed in his wanting. 

And she's going to give him what he wants.

"Where do you keep it?" She leans further over him to ask.

"Glove box with the lube," he answers knowing what she's asking about, "I'm ready."

"I know, that's why I asked," she pulls out of him, "how do you want to do this?"

He gets up and turns to face her, his jeans pooling around his feet, his dick hard and flushed pink while still wearing the stupid I TOLD YA shirt. It's as much ridiculous as it is ridiculously hot. 

She tells him the first half, "you look fucking ridiculous."

He ignores the comment, just looking at her "I want to ride you."

"Fuck, alright, let me get ready," she heads for the passenger door, opening the glove box.

The strap-on is a little bigger than the one she used on him all those years ago but it's the same shade of purple, she looks back at him, "really?"

He just shrugs at her, grinning. Then it's a blur of unzipping her dress and strapping on the toy. She's sat in the passenger seat, purple dick stood at attention as she looks up at Patrick and taps her lap, "c'mon."

He straddles her lap, closing the car door behind him and hovering above the toy.

"Get ready for the ride of your life, and I suggest you hold on tight for this one," he smirks, bracing himself with his hands on the car headrest. 

"Alright cowboy, don't get too big for your boots," she moves her hands to his waist, "I'm sure I'll be just fine." 

"I don't know, I'd be careful, I'm not that blushing virgin you once knew," he smiles at her and she snorts. 

She just uses the hands at his waist to urge him down, and he gets the idea immediately. She wraps a hand around the dildo, steadying it as Patrick sinks down.

She watches the toy disappear inside him before bringing her gaze back up to his face. His eyes are fully closed, a pink twinge to his cheeks and he's biting at his lip. It reminds her of the first time. 

"Feel good?" She's aiming for smooth or teasing but she's so worked up her voice is breathy.

"Yeah, I've just, yeah," he gets out, pushing all the way down now and Tashi's hands clench at his side.

His eyes open and he's reaching for her face, pulling her in to kiss, softer than before but more intense. 

"Do you remember when I told you about when I got my ear pierced?" He speaks into her mouth.

"Sure, and you said it closed up," she goes along with it, not sure where Patrick's going with this. 

"I got another piercing, well two actually," he's not moving up and down, but his hips are rocking back-and-forth lightly. 

She looks at him, scanning for any earrings she missed, "I don't see any."

"I didn't say it was my ears this time," he smiles at her, his eyes flicking down. 

No way.

She fumbles for his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his chest.

"God, this is fucking stupid," she stares at the metal piercing his nipples, "surely that gets in the way when you're playing?"

"It's hot though," he says, bearing his teeth at her in a smile and she can't look away from his chest.

"It's stupid," she tries again, still fixated on the metal.

"Tashi, you're staring," he says, overjoyed at the effect he's having, "you think it's hot too."

"It's slutty," is the closest she can get to a compliment.

"Everything I do is slutty according to-" he cuts himself off with a moan as Tashi brings a finger up to one of his nipples.

Tashi's certain that Patrick could see the way her eyes light up at the noise.

She looks up at him, eyes wide and expecting so he tells her, "they're more sensitive now."

"Yeah no shit," she breathes out and then, "weren't you meant to be giving me the ride of my life? Right now it seems like you're just sitting here."

One hand is still holding the t-shirt up to keep the piercings exposed, and the other is held a few tentative inches from his left nipple.

Patrick finally starts moving, his thigh muscles tightening as he lifts himself up to the tip before bringing himself down again.

She thumbs at his nipple again, and watches how he bites his lip and stops moving, "keep going," she urges. 

He starts again, still slow and struggling to keep his eyes open, his hand still using the headrest for balance. 

She continues her movements at his left nipple and he's taking in sharp breaths as she does.

He smirks at her, "you really like them, huh?" 

"I like that me touching them makes you whimper," she brushes a finger over the piercing and watches him swallow a sound.

"I'm not whimpering," he protests with a shaky voice.

"Not yet," she grins up at him.

Patrick leans down to kiss her, desperate and hungry, saying against her lips, "I'd like to see you try."

It barely qualifies as goading or teasing, coming out more just like begging. Like he might as well have just said please make me whimper.

He moans into her mouth as she breathes words back into his, "faster."

He follows the order, picking up the pace and breathing heavier as he does. He can't even kiss her anymore, focusing on bouncing up and down on her dick, his thighs flexing. He looks determined.

Now he's pulled back Tashi can get at his chest again, pushing his shirt up once more.

She switches between nipples now and Patrick is groaning. His dick hard between them rubbing at her stomach as he moves, starting to drip precum. The groaning is nice but it’s not whimpering. She gets an idea.

Tashi takes the hem of the shirt that’s in her hand and holds it up to his mouth, “bite.”

His eyes open to look at her, taking in the shirt, confusion flitting across his face.

“I wasn’t even talking,” he complains, thinking she’s just trying to gag him.

“Just do it, I’m not trying to shut you up,” she presses it to his mouth, “although it is a bonus effect.”

He takes the fabric in his mouth, his eyes watching slightly narrowed. Now she has two hands she can reach up to get both hands at his chest, a thumb at each pink nub. She nods her head, urging him to move.

He’s struggling to keep his eyes on her, and struggles even more when she rubs with both thumbs, fighting to keep a noise in his throat. She waits until he’s bouncing in earnest again to take them both between her thumb and forefinger, and start pinching.

He lets out a shocked, punched out moan, his mouth falling open and dropping the shirt, “what the fuck.”

“I didn’t tell you to drop that,” she says calmly, “was ‘bite’ too complex an order for you?”

“You surprised me,” he says indignantly.

“Can you do it or not?” Her eyebrow arches at him, taking the fabric once again and holding it to his lips, he takes it again, “great, let’s try this again.” 

She could just make him take the whole shirt off but she likes that he’s wearing it. Plus, there’s something weirdly hot about him holding it up for her with his mouth, baring his chest for her to do as she pleases. 

She pinches again and he’s ready for it this time so he doesn’t drop the shirt, but he still whines. His dick still getting the occasional amount of friction as it rubs between their bodies. He uses his thigh strength to lift himself right to the tip before sinking all the way down over and over.

The power is impressive, the speed is impressive and the stamina is impressive too. His teeth continue gripping the shirt even when she pinches harder making his eyebrows furrow in a mix between pain and pleasure.

“You’re good at this, dedicated,” she comments watching the way his eyes flick to her face, “and look, you are capable of following orders.”

He bounces faster in response, showing off, and because she’s Tashi she adds, “if only you treated tennis like this.”

His movements stutter but he keeps going, giving her a look that tells Tashi what he’s thinking. I am dedicated to tennis, I’m still here aren’t I?

It’s true. He is still here. He hasn't just given up, his passion hasn’t died. He isn't ungrateful. He’s digging his heels into the ground and refusing to be dragged away. This is all true and she respects him for it, even if she would never tell him that. It’s also fucking embarrassing.

He’s arrogant. He’s sticking around but he’s too stubborn to actually change anything. To work on himself. He’s still got that stupid serve that everyone knows doesn’t work like it should. She would’ve tried anything, changed everything if it meant carrying on. She did try everything.

He gets to have a whole extra decade on those courts than she did, and he wastes it by being fucking mediocre. 

She wasn’t supposed to be angry here. She wasn’t supposed to be a lot of things. 

Still, this isn’t about that. She takes in the sight of him again, face all scrunched up and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. 

She calms down a little but can’t fully stop herself lashing out, “seriously, Art is dedicated. That’s why he’s a winner. That’s why I’m married to him while you’re here fucking yourself on my dick.”

She wants him to hurt, to moan, to get fired up. Instead he takes the shirt out of his mouth.

“Tashi, I don't want to talk about tennis or-” he starts and she cuts him off because he’s not supposed to do that. Be reasonable. 

“Did I say you could let go?” she asks and he’s just looking at her. Jesus, he was supposed to get jealous or something. To hear Art’s name and come alive, fuck himself harder. Not have this expression on his face that she can’t bear to look at.

The shirt is fully down, I TOLD YA glaring at her so she grabs the hem and pulls it up in a sharp motion, dragging it over his face but not all the way off. She hooks the shirt over his head so it stays there. He had stopped his movements up on his knees, his hole just around the tip and before he can say anything she’s grabbing his waist pushing him down at the same time she thrusts up as much as she can.

The toy must finally hit his prostate because he lets out a choked out moan and his thighs tremble. 

“Still think I can’t get you to whimper for me?” she asks and doesn’t give him time to recover before bringing her mouth to one of his piercings, sucking.

She brings a hand up to the right, rolling the nipple between her fingers while her mouth works on his left. She feels the metal on her tongue then takes the nipple between her teeth and lightly pulls. He’s taking these sharp intakes of breath over and over. 

“Fuck,” he whines, “fuck, Tashi let me see you.”

His bouncing picks up in pace, as if that’s going to convince her. 

“No, you’ll get rewarded for good behavior,” she insists.

He grabs at the shirt anyway, struggling but managing to pull it off.

“Patrick,” she scolds, reaching out to pinch both his nipples in retaliation.

He groans, his head falling forward as their foreheads almost touch. He looks a mess, even more than before, his hair all over the place. 

“I don’t care, I don’t care,” he babbles and she twists where she was pinching, he whines but keeps going, “needed to see you, wanted to see you.” 

He grabs at her face and pulls her in for a, very sloppy, kiss. She can’t even be mad at him for disobeying because it’s so very Patrick. It’s the fire she wanted from him, the pushing back instead of just keeling over. The tunnel vision of: want want want.

She thrusts her own hips up into him as much as she can to match his movements, her tongue shoving into his mouth. 

“Forgot how needy you get with a cock inside you,” she teases between kissing.

“Just yours,” he replies, and he’s absolutely lying but he says it with such sincerity it sends her stomach swooping in arousal.

“I shouldn’t have-” said that earlier? Been so mean to you? She doesn't really know how she intended to end that sentence so she starts another one, “you really are made for this, your thighs are like fucking machines.”

He moans again, “hold on I need to,” his head drops to her shoulder and he’s breathing heavy as he adjusts the angle before sinking down, “fuck.”

He must’ve found the right angle that sets that spot inside him on fire because his moans go up a pitch. 

“That’s it, right there Patrick, keep going,” she moans too as if she can feel it like he does.

“Touch me,” he begs, “I want you to touch me again.”

“Your nipples or your dick?” she brings her hands to lightly hover over both, not touching yet.

“Both, anything,” he pleads.

She obliges, one hand playing with his piercing and the other going to finally stroke his dick.

He’s cursing under his breath, precum dripping, “I’m close.”

“Jesus Patrick I’ve been jerking you off for five seconds, don’t think you’d even qualify as a minute man,” she smiles at him, meanly, knowing she’s being purposefully unfair.

“Give me a fucking break,” he groans, so she removes her hand and he gives her a desperate look, “I didn’t mean like that, c’mon I need to cum.”

She ignores his plea, “do you think you could get off just from riding me, and the friction of your dick against my stomach?”

“I don’t know,” he moves up and down impatiently, but doesn’t touch himself.

“I want you to try,” she urges.

“Okay, just,” he reaches for the hand that had abandoned his dick, bringing it up to join her other at his nipples, “want this.”

He leans back a little to get a good angle, and she watches his taut stomach as he fucks himself on her cock. His eyes squeezed shut, his entire body sweaty and flushed pink in exhaustion. The moans start spilling out of him like he can’t stop now, like he’s hitting his prostate on every bounce. 

She switches between rubbing, pinching, and twisting and just revels in the noises he’s making. 

“Fuck, Patrick, how close are you?” she asks.

“Very,” he manages.

“You look so good, sound so desperate,” she looks up at him, “want to make you whimper. When you cum I want you to keep bouncing until you can’t anymore.”

He whines and she surges forward to claim his lips, swallowing the noise, her arms pressed between them both still pinching. His dick is also pressed between them and the extra pressure is working.

“Tashi,” he speaks out, asking or warning, she’s not sure.

“Go on, cum for me, finish with my cock inside you,” she encourages into his mouth.

He groans, white ropes spurting out onto Tashi’s stomach but she doesn’t let up, “keep going.”

She thrusts up into him herself to get him moving, it now actually feels like the toy is connected to her, like she can feel the tightness of him around her. His entire body trembles and he’s biting his lip so hard it might bleed.

“Wish I could fuck you all the time,” she’s babbling now, “want to fuck you doggy style, want to bend you over a desk or just shove you down on a tennis court and take you.”

“Tashi,” he’s moaning again like it’s all he's capable of saying in response to this amalgamation of thoughts she’s had over the years.

If she’s revealing her fantasies then she has to mention the biggest one, “want to fuck you while Art watches.”

Patrick finally whimpers, and it makes her so horny she thrusts up. Patrick shudders, his dick somehow spurting out a few more drops, high pitched whines and whimpers leaving him. 

His head tucks into her neck, overwhelmed and overstimulated, “I can’t.”

“You’re done,” she tells him, helping him lift off her, “you can stop, you did good.”

He winces as the toy slides out, collapsing to sit on her thighs instead and she doesn’t even mind the weight. His body slumps into her, his head at her shoulder, and she wraps her arms around him.

“You okay?” she whispers into his ear.  

“Forgot how good you are at being mean,” he mumbles into her neck, “I missed it.”

She laughs, “forgot how much you liked me being mean.”

He hums contently, “and did you miss it too?”

His hand trails lazily to her crotch, finally. 

“I’m close,” she tells him, because she’s been so worked up for so long that she’s already right on the edge.

He rubs in circles at her clit underneath the toy, then asks again, “did you miss this as much as I did?” 

“I’,” she starts to say I missed you but there's a sudden loud blaring noise.  Did somebody call the police?

She blinks and then opens her eyes, waking up with a gasp and a hand down her pants. Her bedroom is bright and the alarm blares next to her. She turns it off with her free hand. Fuck. 

She finishes getting herself off anyway, watching Art’s sleeping body. She kind of hopes he’ll wake up and catch her out, ask her what she was dreaming about that got her like this. Then she’ll have to tell him, it’s only right to be honest if he’s asking so directly. She’ll give him all the details and watch him flush pink. 

Art doesn’t wake up though, he just sleeps through it all until his own alarm goes off.

********

February 2020

They've been sleeping together for over six months now, all three of them. They were taking as close to a vacation as she'd done in years. It wasn't even really supposed to be a vacation. 

They were invited for Tashi's cousin's wedding, well her and Art were invited and it felt weird leaving Patrick behind with Lily and her mom. Her cousin was marrying some British guy, ‘was’ being the key term because the whole thing got called off two days before the wedding. She didn't know the details and didn't really care to.

She'd sort of been glad because she didn't really feel up to answering any questions about who Patrick is or why he'd come to the wedding with them. They'd already been at the airport when she got the call and it had taken so long to figure out a way for them all to get a week off that they all felt they should just go. When else would they get a chance for a vacation in the near future?

When they landed at Heathrow, instead of getting a rental and driving the three hours up to the Peak District where the wedding was supposed to happen, they booked a hotel in London. Patrick insisted on a hotel in Soho, saying that Art and Tashi would love it there. They'd been to London for Wimbledon of course, but they'd never ventured outside of that. Unlike Patrick apparently had early on in his career.

He also suggested they get the tube to the hotel which had been hell, so she made him swear they would stick to Ubering the rest of the week. Tashi was sort of regretting listening to his suggestions at all. Walking from the tube to their hotel she got a sense of why Patrick had been so struck with the place. 

It was lively but she knows that’s not what he’d been thinking, “plenty of sex shops and gay bars,” she gives him an eyebrow, “I see why you loved it here so much.”

“Real classy, Patrick,” Art snorts.

“There’s also a great ice cream place,” Patrick grins at them both, “I didn’t even notice the sex shops, you guys are just perverts.”

“And the gay bars?” she asks.

“Oh, those are unforgettable,” he bumps his shoulder into her, “plenty of great memories.”

“We don’t need to hear about that,” Art rolls his eyes, his comment coming off more cold than joking.

Art’s been a little off recently, getting jealous and insecure about everything. She shares a look with Patrick, which if Art saw would only make things worse.

“You don’t have to be such a closet case about it,” Patrick pushes when he probably shouldn’t.

“He’s just jealous,” Tashi says, giving Art a pointed stare that he avoids. 

He loosens up back at the hotel a bit, they’re raiding the mini bar and getting dressed to go out for an early dinner. 

“Do people really still go to physical sex shops? I just figured everyone else does it online too,” Art muses from where he’s sat on the bed.

“I guess sometimes you want to see it in person,” Patrick replies, rooting through his suitcase for pants, “you’ve never been inside one before?”

“We’re not all as free as you are. Right, Tashi?” he looks up at her and she keeps her face neutral.

“Right,” is all she says, shrugging. Her and Patrick share another look that Art maybe notices this time but he doesn’t say anything. 

She heads to the en suite to finish getting ready, leaving the door open so she can listen into their conversation. 

“I think you’d pass out in a sex shop,” she hears Patrick comment, “you’d be so scandalised by a wall of dildos.”

“You do know I’m a fully grown adult, I can handle a few plastic dicks,” Art defends, and Tashi smiles to herself preemptively knowing what Patrick will say.

“A few, huh, impressive,” she can hear the insufferable grin on Patrick’s face, and knows Art is rolling his eyes, “I was just thinking about how you passed out when we had to watch that video about erections for sex ed.” 

She enjoys hearing about their time at the academy, even if she sometimes feels a little envious, that it’s unfair they knew each other first.

“I passed out because I hadn’t eaten, not because of the video,” Art protests, “and you were the one who freaked out. When I came to, you were kneeling over me and holding me like I’d died or something.”

“Hey, I was just concerned I’d have to get used to playing with another doubles partner,” Patrick says, she can see in the mirror that he’s walking over to the bed, “none of them were as cute as you.”

“Were you always this cheesy?” The smile in Art’s voice is obvious, “you’re a fucking sap.”

“And the cutest doubles partner you’ve ever had too, right?” She sees him straddle Art now.

“You’re the only doubles partner I’ve ever had,” Art tells him.

“You’re so loyal,” Patrick moves his head and Tashi can hear kissing sounds, “it’s very romantic.”

She shakes her head and calls out to them, “stop getting distracted, we need to leave soon.”

She hears them shuffle away from each other, both laughing softly.

Tashi likes shoving them together, working them up and watching them mesh together. Even though Art is sometimes repressed and Patrick sometimes insists on pretending he doesn’t care about anything, they can open up to each other in ways that she finds difficult.

It was less there at first but after time it's like their years of sharing a room return, and they're all over each other. This casual affection that looks so easy on them. It makes her breathe better to watch it.

When she's worked them up and they fuck it out, sometimes they'll end with this string of 'I missed you' that blends together between them. She thinks Patrick's probably one good fuck away from telling Art he loves him. Maybe even her too, but the difference is Art would say it back but she's pretty sure Patrick knows Tashi wouldn't. 

Not right away at least. Not because she doesn't. 

It's so fucking hard to even be nice to him sometimes. Even with Art she finds it hard, but it's easier because they're married, they have a kid together. It doesn't feel so massive to call out a 'love ya' occasionally because it goes without saying, it doesn't feel like an admission of something. A surrendering. And even then, she still barely says it.

With Patrick it feels impossible to even tell him that she likes him. Except when she's fucking him, which is a little stupid. It's just hard to feel weak and vulnerable when he's there moaning around her dick. Maybe that’s part of some internalised something or other, or maybe she’s complicating things. Maybe it just gets her so horny she forgets to care.

It's just part of it, complimenting him when he's like that. It's part of the game. It's easy to do when she's so clearly above, the power so obviously in her favour. Plus, sometimes he squirms more from the nice names than he does the degrading. 

He always got a little flustered in bed when she'd call him pretty or something, but since the decade spent alone he's become even more sensitive. Like he can't fucking take it. Or he's forgotten how to receive affection. She tries not to dwell on it. 

She can't help it though, she hasn't got to fuck him since they've all three been together. She’s just living off memories of her and Patrick and the weird softness of those moments. She hasn't fucked Art since they all got together either. She felt like they didn't need that, now that they've got each other to fill that hole. Literally.

Now this conversation about sex shops and dildos has brought up what she’d already been thinking about. She needs to fuck Patrick. Needs it an embarrassingly large amount. 

It's just that he's really been in good form recently, with tennis, with Lily, with their relationship. He’s been good.

He's also been opening up more, just subtly sliding in stories about the last ten years and it's making her sad. If she was a different sort of person she'd hold him in her arms like a baby, maybe kiss at his forehead. But that thought makes her a little nauseous.

Still, she's feeling all these horribly sweet things and she can't fucking do anything with it. So she needs to fuck him, needs him in a position where she can actually have an outlet for it all, and where he'll be forced to receive it.

She sprays some perfume at her pulse points, finishing up and stepping out to see Patrick looking at himself in the mirror, “does my ass look fat in these jeans?”

“Yes,” Art calls out, moving past Tashi to take her place in the en suite.

“You’re so sweet to me,” Patrick calls back, then looking at Tashi, “I guess you guys have been feeding me well.”

“Hmm, that was our plan,” she moves closer to him and his eyes sparkle seeing that she’s going along with his joking, “we’ve been fattening you up.”

Tashi moves to stand behind him, pressing herself against his back, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“I thought we weren’t meant to get distracted,” Patrick says, with very little conviction. 

“I’m just checking something,” she reaches a hand down to squeeze his ass, “yeah, definitely bigger.”

“I feel objectified,” he smiles.

“You’re welcome,” she replies, lightly thrusting against him for good measure.

Patrick’s grin widens, “thinking about anything in particular?”

“I’m sure you know,” she tries being casual, “maybe we could pick up a little something after dinner.”

“I‘m not sure anyone has ever referred to buying a strap-on as picking up a little something,” he teases, “and what would Art think about it?”

“You know him, he’ll want to, he might just need a little persuading,” she tilts her head, giving him another squeeze to the ass.

Art returns from the en suite, taking in the sight of them, “what are you two talking about?”

“Just some after dinner plans,” Tashi shrugs, giving Patrick a last tap on the ass before going to put her shoes on.

Art narrows his eyes at them but doesn’t say anything more. She knows they should reassure him but he’s been so annoying with this jealousy recently that she doesn’t have much patience left. It’s just that his jealousy isn’t even fun at the moment, it’s not like he gets all fired up and possessive. He just gets quiet and distant.

Last week her and Patrick had been sat next to each other on the couch, not even doing anything and Art had walked in, took one look at them, then sat as far away as possible. He hadn’t said a word, just pretending to look at his phone with a sour look on his face. She’d been perfectly happy to just let him stew in it but Patrick had flung himself over Art’s lap, getting in his personal space until he had to smile. 

Patrick was better at that, not getting annoyed at Art for being difficult. Although Patrick is also usually the one trying to make him jealous in the first place, so she guesses it balances out. 

Despite Art’s mood, the dinner is pretty uneventful, they’re all so hungry from travel that they spend the time scarfing down pizza and downing glasses of wine. 

Art and Tashi watch Patrick tilt back his glass, “you know I was thinking about when I had my ear pierced.”

“Oh shit, I forgot about that,” Art replies, “and your dad made you take it out because it would get in the way when you were playing tennis or something.”

Another shared look between Tashi and Patrick, “what’s that look,” Art cuts in.

“Nothing, I just heard the story a little differently,” she takes a sip from her own glass, avoiding looking at Patrick, “I didn’t think it was about tennis.”

“Patrick?” Art questions.  

“Oh, it’s not a big deal, I mean it was my dad,” Patrick looks down, a forced smile on his lips, “it was just more about him thinking people would get the wrong idea about me.”

“His dad didn’t want people thinking his son was gay,” Tashi interjects, not exactly sure what she’s trying to do.

“Yeah, I got that,” Art says to her before turning to Patrick, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know dude, we were like fourteen,” he shrugs, "you would've been weird about it."

“I’m not boring or prissy or whatever you guys seem to fucking think,” Art snaps, “you don’t have to whisper about salacious details behind my back, I’m fun too.”

He’s not boring. Not at all. They both know that, it’s just that sometimes he seems obsessed with pretending like he is. 

“Alright Mr. Fun, let’s go get my ear re-pierced right now,” Patrick suggests and she hadn’t expected that.

“What?” she questions.

“Well, that’s why I brought it up, I wasn’t trying to start an argument,” he looks between them both, “it’s just there’s a piercing place round the corner and I thought it would be cool.”

“Sounds fun to me,” Art crosses his arms, going for casual. 

They pay the bill, heading to the piercing place. They’re all past tipsy but not quite fully drunk, just more relaxed than usual. When they get there Patrick goes for a single piercing on his left ear, selecting a small hoop for it. 

“I might need them both to come in with me, for moral support,” Patrick says to the piercer.

“Sure, whatever,” the piercer shrugs, clearly not giving a fuck. 

He gets sat on this leather armchair as they prepare the needle, and Patrick summons Art and Tashi to stand at either side of him. 

“Can you both hold my hands, in case it hurts?” he looks up at them with this fake innocent look, and Art rolls his eyes.

Tashi snorts, “I think you’ve taken worse.”

“Maybe, but this is an emotional moment for me,” he looks to Art, fluttering his eyelashes “I’m standing up to my dad.”

“Stop guilt tripping us,” Tashi complains, but takes the hand he holds out.

“Art?” he gives him a look, holding his hand out to him.   

Art takes it reluctantly, and Patrick looks very pleased with himself. He keeps hold of them both as the needle goes through his lobe, clearly not feeling any pain at all but he pretends to.

Once it’s over he lets go and Art shakes his hand, “Jesus Patrick did you have to squeeze that hard?”

“It hurt,” he says simply.

“Asshole,” he’s still rubbing at his hand.

“Happy with it?” the piercer asks.

“What do you guys think?” he looks to them both.

Tashi looks at him, it’s exactly how she imagined it, “cute.”

“And Art, it’s sexy right?” he wiggles his eyebrows at him.

Art gets weird then for some reason, looking to the side and then saying, “yeah I think your girlfriend will love it.”

For fuck’s sake.

Patrick just nods at him, and they leave the shop without talking about it.  They don’t even talk about it as they walk back to the hotel. 

On their way, they pass by one of the many sex shops and Tashi glances over at Patrick, tilting her head in its direction. He grins at her. 

“Still, feeling fun, Art?” Patrick stops walking.

“Always,” Art gives him a fake smile.

“Well, why don’t you head in that shop and buy us something?” he points to the shop behind Art, “I dare you.”

“Dare? Are we twelve years old?” he mocks.

“Stalling? Are you chicken?” Patrick teases back.

“This is stupid,” Art looks to Tashi for support but she doesn’t give him any, “ugh, fine, what am I supposed to be getting.”

“Oh just something fun for tonight,” Patrick thrusts his hips and mimes jerking off.

Art looks around but nobody on the street even spares them a second glance, still he blushes a little, “alright, I’m going, just stop doing that.”

“Have fun,” Patrick calls out as he walks away.

Art looks back at Tashi one last time and she just nods at him. 

“They grow up so fast,” Patrick smiles at her.

“You know, when I said you’d need to persuade him I thought you’d be more subtle,” she laughs, then adds, “he likes the earring.”

“What, did he communicate that to you telepathically?” he jokes, a hint of bitterness.

“He’s just being annoying,” she sighs, looking him over, “the piercing really does suit you.”

“Oh, yeah?” he leans in to her ear, whispering, “makes you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah, it’s taking everything in me not to pounce on you right now,” she says, deadpan. Although it is doing something for her.

“You joke but if I walked in that gay bar around the corner, I’d be fighting people off,” he smirks, getting up in her face.

“I think that would tip Art over the edge, he might actually die if he saw some guy grinding on you,” Tashi snorts imagining Art stood in a dark corner just glaring, “maybe it would get him to be jealous in a way that’s actually fun.”

He honestly usually is, he’d get all fired up when Patrick would be gloating in his face. He’d get competitive, playing better, and fucking better.

She’d had one of the best orgasms she’d ever had when Art had walked in on Patrick eating her out. Patrick had given him this smug grin and Art had joined in, both of them licking and sucking at her, tongues fighting over her clit, both desperate to be the one to get her over the edge. Art had won and fucked her afterwards, sweaty and passionate, kissing her all over while Patrick watched. 

It usually makes him work harder but the last few weeks he’d just get avoidant, cold and self pitying. 

“I don’t know, he doesn’t really get jealous about me, I’m the competition not the prize,” his smile weakens a bit so he continues, “and I’m more than happy to take that role, to fight with him over you. I like seeing him like that.”

Hmmm. Her mind starts whirring with ideas.

“I don’t know about that,” now she turns to whisper in his ear, “I think I can prove it tonight.”

Before Patrick can ask what she means, Art is exiting the shop.

“What are you guys whispering about?” the insecurity flitting across his face.

“Just how much of a hit Patrick would be at a gay club with his earring,” she half lies, just to watch his face.

She thinks she sees a hint of fire in his eyes when he looks to Patrick, who nods, “they’d be all over me.”

“We don’t need you slutting it up tonight, thanks,” Art snaps, rolling his eyes. It’s not quite what Tashi is going for but at least he’s not just being silent.

“Slutting it up he says while literally exiting a sex shop,” Patrick snorts, “so where is it?”

Art reaches in his pocket and holds out a singular condom, it’s a novelty one with a cartoon of Big Ben on it.

“That’s it?” Patrick says exasperated, “dude, that’s like the most boring thing you could’ve bought.”

“You dared me to buy something,” he shrugs, “that’s what I did. I win.”

“And we’re all so proud of you,” Patrick gives a fake smile, patting him on the back, “but how’s Tashi supposed to fuck me without equipment?”

Art stares at her for clarification, “that’s Patrick’s way of saying you were supposed to buy a strap-on.”

“Exactly but you were too much of a pussy to buy a dick,” he grins at Art, and Tashi gives him a side eye.

“It’s not like Tashi would go in and buy it either, I think it’s just you that’s this chill about it,” he sneers.

Patrick laughs, “she’s done it before.”

Tashi grabs Art’s hand pulling him back towards the shop before he can answer, “we’re going back in,” and when Patrick tries to follow she points at him, “and you are staying out here.”

“Was he being serious out there?” Art asks after she drags them to the back of the store.

“Not sure it’s any of your business,” she retorts, realising she’s being a little harsh.

“Are you really that mad I didn’t buy a dildo?” he snorts but keeps his eyes trained on her for a reaction.

“What was that earlier, in the piercing shop?” she watches him give a blank look like he doesn’t know what she means, “your girlfriend will love it.”

“It just felt weird doing all that in front of a stranger,” he’s shrugging, “I don’t think it’s so odd that I’m not a fan of PDA.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to fuck him in the piercing shop, just a simple you look good would suffice,” she snarks, “seriously, what’s your problem? Was it a jealousy thing or a I-don't-want-people-to-know-I-like-dudes thing?”

“I don’t know, neither,” he looks a bit ashamed, “or both, maybe.”

“Either way it’s getting fucking boring, Art,” Tashi snaps, “you’ve been so jealous the last few weeks, and not even in a hot way.”

“I’m sorry my emotions aren’t sexy enough for you,” he turns away from her but it’s a wall of ball gags behind him so he turns back to her, “this is stupid.”

“You are being stupid,” she smiles at him.

“I’m trying not to be,” he admits, “it’s just sometimes playful competition with Patrick slips into real anger.”

“Well, maybe you need to switch it up,” she moves closer to him, “I can help you out.”

He puts his hands on her waist, “how?”

“First, you’re going to have to help me,” she spins them around, now facing an assortment of strap-ons, “choose one for me.”

He lets out a small oh, his ears turning pink at the tip.

“Patrick was right, I can’t fuck him without equipment,” she lowers her voice, “so I want you to pick which one I’m going to use tonight. Which do you think he’ll like?” 

“I don’t know,” Art doesn’t know where to look, switching between her face and the toys, “what do you think?”

“Let’s think about size first,” she acts like she’s browsing, then points to a ridiculously large green one, “what about that?”

“Jesus, Tashi, I don’t want you to kill him,” his eyes widening at it, “he likes a challenge but I think that’s a bit much.”

“Yeah I guess after all these months of you fucking him, it would be a pretty big step up,” she tests, watching his face, a complex mixture but she thinks she’s hitting the right notes so far. Obviously nobody has a dick that big, and yet somewhere in Art’s brain she’s nagging at something, somewhere between making him insecure and horny.

“Still, I think we should pick something bigger than yours,” she adds for good measure.

“Yeah, and bigger than his too,” Art offers, a smirk ghosting his lips and her skin prickles knowing she’s got him properly engaged now, he whispers to her “want to see how he reacts to you having a bigger dick than he does, want to see you stretch him.”

She has to try really hard not to get flustered because she needs to concentrate on getting Art in the right mindset. He’s already most of the way there.

“Go on then, pick one,” she urges, needing him to be the one to choose.

His eyes graze over the shelves, landing on one and pointing it out, “how about that?

It’s a translucent purple number, it’s both a little girthier and longer than Patrick is, and importantly, “ribbed,” she gives him an approving smile, “fun.”

“Good?” he checks, even though he can see the smile on her face.

“Think he’ll be able to handle it?” she asks.

“Knowing him, he’s taken more than that,” Art says, calm with an edge to it.

“Think you can handle watching it?” she pushes, “me taking your role, but bigger and better.”

“I’ll be fine,” his face still carefully neutral.

“What if he loves the size so much, you have to fuck him twice as hard just to compete with me?” she says close to his ear.

“Why are you being mean?” he’s struggling to hide the way his lip twitches.

“Why are you hard?” she retorts, letting herself smile shamelessly.

“Can we buy the damn thing and get out of here already?” his shell cracking.

“Somebody’s desperate,” she teases, “but yeah, let’s go.”

They purchase the toy, a strap for it, and some more lube. Art clearly forgetting he’s supposed to be embarrassed.

Leaving with a discreet bag they find Patrick waiting them for them, “you were fucking ages, how long does it take to pick out a sex toy?”

“We wanted to make sure it was just right,” she tells him.

“What, like Goldilocks but instead of porridge it’s strap-ons?” Patrick jokes, making Tashi snort but Art has just been staring at him the whole time, "Art, why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m not,” he says quickly, picking up the walking pace back to the hotel. 

Patrick looks to Tashi for answers, and she grins at him mouthing, “you’re welcome.”

They all head back briskly, remaining composure right until the elevator doors close on them. Art grabs Patrick’s face roughly bringing their lips together for a sloppy kiss that has Patrick grinning, wide and thoroughly amused.

Tashi enjoys watching for now, knowing that soon Art will be in her place. Although maybe she won’t have to be as mean as she thought. Then the elevator stops, doors opening and Art is desperately shoving Patrick off him, pushing so he stumbles, almost falling. Nevermind.

“Art there’s nobody there, it’s our fucking floor,” Patrick grumbles as they leave the elevator.

“There could've been, sorry I don’t want some random people to see us making out,” Art whisper yells back, letting them into their room with the key 

“Bet you wouldn’t have shoved Tashi away if you were kissing her,” Patrick snarks.

“Well obviously, she’s my wife,” Art retorts.

They were doing so well. 

“Cool.” Is all Patrick says, heading right to flop on the bed.

Tashi gives Art a glare before changing the topic, determined not to derail the night, “want to see what we got?”

Patrick sits up, “yes, duh.”

She takes the toy out of the bag, showing him, and he laughs at first, “purple, again.”

“Of course,” she smiles back, Art again noticing their shared look, “what about the size?”

“It’s big,” Patrick eyes it up and down slowly.

“Art picked it out,” Tashi lets him know, “said he wanted me to fuck you with a dick bigger than yours.”

“Tashi,” Art says, shocked, looking for Patrick’s reaction.

“Hot,” Patrick looks back at him, “nice choice.”

“I didn’t know you were such a size queen,” Art mocks but it just makes her and Patrick laugh.

“Size queen?” Patrick grins.

“Shut up,” Art’s face going pink. 

“Good idea,” Tashi interjects, “we need to stop talking and start fingering if we’re going to get this thing in him tonight.”

“You make it sound so romantic,” Patrick says all airy, and Tashi lets him pull her to straddle his lap, the toy left to the side.

Art kneels onto the bed next to them and she turns her head, “Art, go sit over there,” tilting her head to the couch next to the bed.

“What?” he questions but stands up. 

“You’ve been pushing us away, being distant and angry,” she says matter-of-factly, “you haven't been acting like you want to be near us, so you can sit out until you’ve earned it.”

“That’s not-” whether Art planned to finish that with true or fair doesn’t matter because Tashi cuts him off.

“Want to sit outside instead?” She raises a stern eyebrow and he just goes to sit at the couch, still with a stubborn look on his face.

Art sits mostly in well-behaved silence, hard in his jeans watching as Tashi opens Patrick up. She’s got him on his back, three fingers pumping in and out, occasionally expanding to stretch him. 

“Remember the first time we did this?” she asks, looking down at him, so reminiscent of all those years ago.

“How could I forget?” he smirks up at her.

“I took his virginity,” she says, looking over at Art proudly and he snorts so she clarifies, “well, his anal virginity anyway.”

“You really love saying that, don’t you?” Patrick laughs so she curls her fingers making him moan, he turns his head to Art, “does she say it to you too.”

Art doesn’t say anything so Tashi speaks up, “I can’t because I didn’t take his.”

“What?” Patrick looks between them, genuinely shocked.

“We don’t have to talk about this,” Art tries.

“Don’t worry he hasn’t fucked any other guys,” Tashi reassures, ignoring Art, “only himself.”

“I’m not sure that counts,” Patrick points out. 

“Maybe, but he lied about it,” she gives Art a sharp look, “he was fucking himself with my toys for months without telling me, and let me believe I was the first to ever open him up.”

“Only because you seemed to get off on that so much,” Art defends and Patrick nods in understanding.

“Or because you refuse to ever say what you want, and wanted to put it all on me,” she argues back, “sneaking around hiding in bathrooms because you didn’t want to admit how bad you wanted it.”

When she first fucked him, he pretended like he’d never had anything inside before, not even a finger. Sort of the opposite of Patrick, and like with him she could tell Art was lying.

“God, that’s hot,” Patrick groans.

It had been, she’d been planning on gentle but once she pulled out of him the information that he’d been riding her dildos behind her back, she made sure to fuck him extra hard, making him regret not just asking for her to do this sooner. Regret not asking for what he wants.

“So what do you want, Art?” she asks.

“I want to join you guys.”

“Too bad,” she shrugs, and it makes Patrick moan.

She looks down at him, “think you’re ready?”

“Almost,” he answers.

She leans in to kiss him before pulling back, “think you can finish preparing yourself for me, while I get ready?”

He nods at her and she pulls her fingers out, grabbing his own hand and bringing it down to his hole. He keeps eye contact with her, plunging his fingers inside himself, and she watches in appreciation. 

She hears Art shift in his seat and reminds him, “don’t move,” to which he gives a pathetic look.

Grabbing the strap-on she gets a better idea than going into the bathroom to do it, “actually you can help me out,” she moves towards him, “put this on me.”

He helps her get the harness on, slower than necessary so he can feel at her thighs while still staring at Patrick on the bed. Then she turns to Patrick, standing watching him still stretching himself, his eyes drawn to the dildo.

“Think you’re prepared enough?” she checks.

“Yeah,” he gets out all breathy. 

“Great, now you can help me,” she watches a confused look on his face, “need to make sure I’m hard before I fuck you.”

She takes a seat next to Art and he tries to reach for her, “no touching,” she beckons Patrick with her finger, “c’mere.”

He walks over slowly, “where do you want me?” 

“Knees,” and she can’t help biting her lip watching him sink down.

He takes a hold of her dick, licking a long stripe up it. Art makes a noise next to her, fumbling with his belt, finally taking his clothes off until his dick is out, standing hard and pink. She lets him, probably only makes it more torturous having his cock out but no one to touch it. 

Then Patrick is opening his mouth wide, taking in just the head at first before swallowing more and more. Patrick loves sucking dick, and his eyes flutter shut getting lost in it. It’s unbelievably hot and clearly Art agrees because he’s practically drooling at the sight.

She brings her hand to the back of Patrick’s head, guiding him, “you suit having a cock in your mouth.”

It makes Patrick push down further on her, gagging, and it makes Art moan again. 

“You agree?” she asks Art and he nods at her, “and you think he looks good like this?”

Art nods again, unable to look away from Patrick, “so tell him,” she orders.

“Fuck, Patrick, you do look so good like this,” flows out, “like you were made for it.”

She hears Patrick moan around her dick, taking her as deep as he can. Drool pools in his mouth, spilling around the toy every time he gags. He sucks desperately, like he’s trying to get her to cum.

She looks at Art, “wish he was blowing you instead?”

“Yes,” Art breathes out.

Tashi uses the grip in Patrick’s hair to pull him off her with a pop, directing him towards Art. She keeps her hand there, hovering him over Art’s tip. Art leans back against the couch, biting his lip waiting, and that’s when Tashi pulls Patrick back. Art actually whines, indignantly.

“Sorry, no time,” she grins, “I’m so hard, I’ve got to fuck him right now.”

When she lets go of Patrick he falls back, breathing heavily and wiping his mouth, looking absolutely thrilled. 

“All fours, on the bed now,” she directs and he scrambles up to follow the order.

She rubs lube over the toy, like she’s jerking off as Patrick gets into position, wiggling, “bet you’ve missed this ass.”

“Only as much as you’ve missed this dick,” she steps forward so that she’s behind him now.

“So, a lot then? Because I’ve-,” he gets cut off with a moan as Tashi starts rubbing the head of the toy at his rim.

Art watches from the couch, getting a side look of them.

“Nice view?” she calls out to him.

“Yeah,” he pauses, “but I thought you said you had to fuck him immediately, that isn’t fucking.”

The fact that he’s actually arguing with her amuses her greatly. They don’t get to play like this. Usually it’s Art and Patrick fighting over her, or sometimes her and Patrick tossing snide comments each other's way when they both want Art. Art doesn’t normally fight her on anything.

“Well, when the dick is this big you have to take your time,” she continues her teasing of Patrick’s hole, “guess you’ve never had to worry about that.”

She doesn’t know why she’s teasing Art so much about his dick today, he’s not even particularly insecure about it, and he’s above average himself. She guesses there’s just something about having a dick that makes her want to measure it up against everyone else’s.

Patrick starts pushing back, trying to push himself down on her dick, Art laughs, “look, he’s getting impatient.”

Tashi grabs at Patrick’s waist, giving him what he wants as the head of the toy stretches past his entrance. 

“You can make as many comments as you like Art, but I’m the one inside him right now and you’re just the one watching,” she keeps pushing in steadily.

Patrick’s hole hungrily taking every inch, until she’s all the way inside.

“Hnnng,” Patrick groans out, gasping, “so fucking full, shit.”

“You okay?” she checks in, rubbing at the small of his back.

“Yeah just give me a second,” he breathes deep, “it’s big.”

She keeps still and Art pipes up, “what, you didn’t take anything this big the last time you were here? Thought they loved you in gay bars.”

There it is, the bubbling of fun jealousy.

“Didn’t take much of anything,” Patrick replies, laughing to himself, “apart from sucking some guys dick in the club bathroom. He took my number and said he’d take me to brunch in the morning but I never heard from him again.”

It shouldn’t get to her, especially when she’s basically buried balls deep inside him, but like a lot of Patrick’s stories; it makes her sad. Also a little angry. If some dude gets on his knees for you in a grimy bathroom, the least you can do is take the poor guy to brunch.

“If I got to have that pretty mouth around my dick, I’d take you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” she tells him, the effects of being inside him already working. It’s just much easier to be openly nice to him like this.

“Oh yeah?” she can hear the smile in Patrick’s voice. 

“Yeah, I’ll take you to brunch tomorrow, we’ll treat you,” she doesn’t know why talking about brunch is working for her but it is.

“I don’t even really care about brunch,” he insists.

“We’re taking you,” Art joins, and Tashi gives him a grin.

“If you can still walk tomorrow, that is,” Tashi lays herself over Patrick, biting at his shoulder.

“You can move,” Patrick says to her.

“Can I touch myself?” Art asks from his seat.

“You could at least wait until I start moving,” she points out.

“But then I’d be waiting forever,” Art smiles, she forgot how good he is at being bitchy when he gets jealous. It’s not usually directed at her, she’s not usually his competition. Hot.

She starts thrusting shallowly, bringing the toy out just an inch before pushing back in, going slow still.

“You can touch yourself but don’t cum,” she tells Art.

“What, you’re actually going to let me join in at some point?” 

“Maybe,” she answers, noncommittally. Art sighs but starts slowly touching himself.

She’s pulling out further each time, the ribs on the toy dragging at Patrick’s rim, “fuck that’s intense,” he’s groaning.

“Need me to slow down?” she asks, without an edge of teasing.

“No, I want more, I can take it,” he answers quickly.

“I know, you’re so good at this,” she compliments, toy almost pulling all the way out on each thrust now.

“Stop being so nice to him,” Art comments, making her glare at him.

“He likes it,” she rubs at Patrick’s waist with her thumb, “don’t you, baby?”

There it is, the baby that only really slips out of her like this. She’s not even worked up enough yet to give her a real excuse. Patrick moans softly at the name, subconsciously pushing back on her. She guesses that is her excuse. And the fact that her calling Patrick baby pisses Art off.

“More,” he asks again.

She withdraws right to the tip, then thrusts back in, deep. Doing this over and over, still slow, but purposeful. God, the noises Patrick is making under his breath are driving her crazy.

“Have to be nice to him when he looks this pretty,” she breathes out, and it reminds her of something, “when Patrick and I first did this, we spoke about you, Art.”

Art groans, “fuck, really?”

“Yeah, said how much we wished you could see him all pretty around my cock,” it makes both boys moan again, “he came right after I brought you up.”

“Shit, dude is that true?” he’s asking Patrick.

“Yeah,” he manages all shaky, it’s enough to make Art stroke himself harder.

“What would you have done if you actually walked in on that, back then?” Tashi wonders.

Art moans again, “I think I would’ve died, honestly, just fucking died on the spot.”

She laughs. Accurate. Cause of death: walking in on my crush pegging my best friend.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last,” Art is breathless, just from watching, “fuck him faster.”

“You don’t give the orders around here,” Tashi warns and she stops moving altogether.

Patrick whines, involuntarily rocking back and forth to fuck himself now that she’s stopped. Fuck. He’s so greedy for it.

“Look, I don’t even need to move,” she grins at Art, “my dick fills him up so good he can’t even help himself.”

Art just furiously jerks at himself.

Tashi addresses Patrick, “come on, baby, show us how much you want it.”

He whines again, moving faster for her, his skin flushing. 

“Please can you-” Patrick starts to ask and he doesn’t have to finish the question because she knows what he wants. She wants it too, her clit throbbing from watching him fuck himself on her.

She grabs his hips, thrusting in again, taking back control of the movements. The base of the toy creating pressure against her that has her stomach swirling.

She makes eye contact with Art, showing off, “see how tight he is around me, how desperate he is for my cock, how fucking obsessed he is.”

“I’ve fucked him more times than you have,” Art snaps, breaking whatever guise of civility he had been hiding behind.

Tashi tries not to smile too big. This is exactly what she wanted. 

“And I fucked him first,” she brags, thrusting faster and faster. Patrick is moaning on every thrust now, unable to say a word. Just listening to them fighting over him.

“Being first doesn’t beat having that much practice,” Art argues back.

“Alright, well come back to me when your dick is this big, and ribbed,” she keeps her eyes locked on Art as she pulls all the way out, then shoves back in with a hard thrust. 

Patrick whines, “can you touch me, I’m getting close.”

“Soon, I promise, just hold on a little longer,” she soothes, rubbing a hand up his back. 

Art’s not done arguing, “you come back to me when your dick can actually cum inside him.”

Tashi moans out of shock at the same time Patrick does.

“You’ve seen how much he loves that shit,” Art adds, giving her a smug grin. 

She gets another idea.

“C’mere,” she beckons to Art, he scrambles up to join her.

“Should I take his mouth?” he asks, eagerly. Again it draws a moan out of them both.

“Fuck, we definitely need to do that sometime but no, I had something else in mind,” she leans forward over Patrick, addressing him, “Patrick, I’m going to have Art cum inside you and after that you can finish while I fuck his cum further into you, okay?”

Now it’s her turn to make them moan, Patrick swearing under his breath, “Jesus Christ, Tashi.”

“Is that a yes?” she asks just to hear him say it.

“There is honestly no world where I say no to that. Yes it’s a fucking yes,” he rambles out, and she smiles.

“Art?” she checks. 

“Ditto,” he replies, his dick looking painfully hard.

She pulls out, Patrick wincing at the loss. Art takes her position standing behind Patrick, he puts one foot up on the bed and lines his dick up with the hole. He thrusts in hard and fast, the angle must be just right because Patrick lets out a whimpering moan.

“First try,” Art says to her, gloating, “told you I knew his ass intimately.”

She just pulls him in for a sloppy kiss, shoving her tongue down his throat. Needs him to hurry up and finish so she can get back inside Patrick, prove that she can fuck as good as Art, even with less practice.

She tells him as much, “hurry up and cum, need to get back inside him.”

“Or maybe I’ll take my time,” he thrusts a little slower, “he feels so good.”

She’s got to get him to finish, it shouldn’t be too hard. She brings a hand down to herself first, needing to finally touch herself, she gasps a little. 

She stands close to Art, whispering into his ear, “look how much he stretched for me, if I had a smaller toy we could probably both fit in at the same time.”

Art lets out a sudden groan, his hips stuttering, almost collapsing onto Patrick as he cums inside him. 

He pulls out and stares at her in astonishment, “you’re evil.”

She just smiles back at him.

“Tashi,” Patrick pleads out, and she looks over at him, cum dripping from his hole.

“Put him on his back,” she tells Art and he obliges, helping Patrick flip so he’s laying back, bringing him in for a kiss as he does.

Tashi crawls up to him, sliding between his legs and lining up the toy to his rim, “ready?”

He pulls back from Art and nods up at her, face pink, hair ruffled, and eyes hazy.

She pushes in, the lube and cum making it smooth. 

“God, this is what it would be like if I could cum in you,” she muses, “I’ve got to get one of those ejaculating straps.” 

After touching herself she’s so sensitive that every thrust is bringing her closer.

“Think I could come from this, just fucking you,” she breathes out.

“Can I?” Patrick begs.

“Art, help him out,” she orders, and Art reaches a hand around Patrick’s weeping dick, just lazily stroking.

Patrick whimpers at the contact, his eyes squeezing shut.

Art leans into him whispering loud enough for Tashi to hear, "so you like us being nice to you, do you?”

Patrick squirms tilting his head away from Art, “no,” he whines.

Art grabs his face pulling it back to look at him, “then why do look so good all fucked out like this? It’s like you’re begging us to call you pretty.”

Tashi involuntarily thrusts forward, moaning, and Patrick is even louder, whimpering at the thrust and comment. 

“I’m so close, I need to come,” Patrick is trying to thrust up into Art’s fist.

“I am too, just hold on for me, you've been so good” she thrusts harder, the toy pressing against her more, “fuck now that I’ve done this again I never want to stop, just going to fuck you all the time.”

“You can,” he moans out, “I thought about it all the time, dreamed about it.”

“Me too,” she leans down to kiss him, saying into his mouth, “had a dream about you riding me in your car, you came just bouncing on my dick. I touched myself to it.”

Patrick’s head tilts back in a moan, his eyes watering with how desperate he is.

It’s all so much that suddenly her orgasm builds up, “you can cum now,” she gets out just in time as her own orgasm washes over her, she shudders into him. 

Her body collapses over further over him, fully pressed inside him at his prostate.

“I missed this,” she says in his ear, thrusting as much as she still can, “I fucking missed you.”

The pressure inside him, Art’s hand on his dick, and Tashi saying she missed him must all combine because Patrick is crying out and shooting all over them both, and Art’s hand.

Tashi pulls out as Patrick’s body shakes from an orgasm that been held back so long, his breathing so fast it almost sounds like hyperventilating. Tashi rubs at his hair, pushing it back off his forehead. 

“You okay?” she asks, and he manages a nod so she leans in to kiss him gently, “we’re just going to clean up, alright?”

Patrick hums in response, laying there boneless as Art and Tashi go to the bathroom. Art helps her out of the strap-on and she puts it on the side to clean up later, this thing is definitely coming home with them. 

As Art damps a flannel with warm water he looks at her, “you’re never that sappy when you fuck me.”

“I’ve been plenty sappy to you in our marriage,” which is truer than she’d like it to be, “I think Patrick deserves a little.”

Art grins at that, “yeah.”

“How about I let you big spoon him tonight,” she offers, “sappy enough for you?”

“You’re so kind,” he teases with a smile.

“I try my best,” she shrugs.

God it feels so nice to have this Art back.

Patrick is clearly in no state to move so they flannel him off the best they can before slipping into bed with him. 

“I think we’ll have to do room service for brunch,” Art comments, turning Patrick on his side so that he can press himself against his back. 

“Yeah, you honestly broke me,” he yawns, “going to need another vacation to recover from this vacation.”

Tashi laughs, she's at his front, hand stroking his face, “worth it though?”

“Definitely,” he nods aggressively, “I loved having you fight over me. Felt like a chew toy caught between two dogs.”

“And that’s a good thing?” Art asks, eyebrow raised.

“Very,” Patrick confirms, sincerely.

Just as they’re all dropping off, Patrick speaks up again, “there is one bad thing about both of you fucking me back to back, though.”

“What?” Tashi asks, suspicious.

“Neither of you used protection so how will I know who the father is?” he grins, stupidly proud of himself.

Art snorts, pulling Patrick in tighter, and Tashi rolls her eyes, “so dumb,” but she’s grinning too.

She gives Art a warm smile over Patrick’s shoulder which he returns, then she kisses Patrick’s forehead before closing her eyes and drifting off. All of them tangled up together.

They definitely won’t be leaving this bed tomorrow.

[cherryheairt]

Sugar 'n Spice

salt prank on timeskip! haikyuu men

incl: ushijima, kenma, kuroo

i feel like this trend turned to hcs is a pretty popular fic format and has been done for a lot of fandoms so if someone has alr made this for haikyuu please tell me! I really can't keep track of all the people/fandoms doing it.

Kenma 🍒 Observant Type

“Kenma!” Your voice called out over the sound of his own recorded one. Seven p.m. nearly on the dot, when he finally finished either streaming or recording and settled down for the night with you. Today it was a recorded video for a pre-released game that he got early access to, something he'd been looking forward to for a while now. His office room's door was cracked open for you, to either hear him or be heard by him, and the clear sound of Kenma playing his own voice back to him leaked through the halls.

Quickly filling the spoon with an ungodly amount of salt, the sound of socked feet padding towards the kitchen made your heart race in giddy anticipation. You'd seen the prank done many times on online videos, and wanted to do it yourself on your shared account. You were both so busy that you rarely shared any couples content on there recently, so something quick and easy was sure to appease your many eager fans. The camera was cleverly hidden on the spice rack, just out of obvious view for his eye level but perfect to capture his reaction.

“Yeah?” The head of dark ombre hair popped around the corner. He was dressed in a comfortable set of black hoodie and sweatpants, nearly identical to your own favorite pair. A gift set, of course, from Hinata after a visit from Brazil.

“Try this for me, would you?” You asked, holding up a carefully still spoon of salt and soup base. “It's a new recipe I found online.”

Wordlessly nodding, he tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, taking the outstretched spoon into his mouth.

It wasn't even a moment before you could tell the salt hit his tongue. His face twisted for the briefest millisecond before he smoothly recovered, covering his mouth and coughing to cover his reaction up to make it seem like he simply choked.

Kenma took a while swallowing the spoonful, slowly looking back to you after avoiding your hopeful (mischievous) gaze the entire time. “Oh.”

“Oh?” You pouted at his lame reaction. “Is it bad?”

“Uhm,” He started, unsure of how exactly to go about this. He could not manage an entire bowl of whatever this concoction was—and he was not about to die of sodium overdose trying. But the look on your face was making it hard not to cave. “Have you tried it?”

“Hm, no.” You hummed, taking your own spoonful from the pot and gulping it down easily. “It's good! The reviews don't lie.”

He paled.

“Babe—” He sighed softly. Just then, his eyes caught to the side, widening ever so slightly and turning his head to the rack. “Am I being recorded?”

You couldn't hold your laughter in, setting down the spoon and leaning over onto the counter, grabbing the phone. “Dang It.” You managed between the giggles, “I thought I could get you this time.”

He sagged in relief. “Oh, thank god. I didn't know what to tell you. That was the nastiest thing I've ever eaten.”

When you finally turned the recording off, saving it to be posted later after some careful revision, he leaned into your shoulder.

“Sorry, baby.” You kissed the top of his head. “You're a good sport.”

“I won't be next time.” He grumbled out into the fabric of your hoodie.

Later, when you did edit and post, the comments went absolutely wild.

kodzukensleftknee: omg they posted on the couple acc finally!!

kurootetsu: nothing can ever get past him 🙄

gialikesdrpepper: he's so sweet 😭 he didn't wanna be mean to her

olioli: may this love find me in a dark alleyway and jump me

Ushijima 🍒 Honest Type

Wakatoshi was a very particular man, to many people's surprise. He wasn't picky, per se, but he stuck to a strict regimen to keep his body in tip-top shape. He was asleep every night by 9 p.m at the latest and up at 5 o'clock sharp in the mornings to make himself a protein-rich breakfast and take his daily run.

While he was restricted to a few select food groups, he wasn't against experimentation when it came to your suggestions. Some new breakfast bowls, different ways to cook his favorite chickens and porks, his staple food hayashi rice done with different sauces. No, he wasn't picky.

But he was brutally honest at times.

Really, he had gotten better. Since high school, at least. But progress was progress and you would take advantage of his honesty with your own false naivety.

Setting up the camera in a discreet place over the stove (not that he would notice being recorded anyway) you hummed a small tune as you salted the crap out of the spoonful of chicken soup.

“Toshi! Dinner's done, wanna come try?”

“Be right there.” His deep rumble came from the bathroom. He stepped out of the hall only moments later, white towel against his tanned torso and another towel running through his olive hair.

Damn, you mentally reminded yourself to only share the video with his teammates—no one else.

“I put some new stuff in it.” You said simply, offering the utensil up to him.

He took it without hesitation, taking a moment to process the salty soup before promptly grabbing a paper towel and spitting it into it. He folded it neatly, tossing it into the garbage and taking a large gulp of his water.

“. . .That bad?” You said through a stifled laugh.

“I appreciate the attempt. But for my diet, I can't consume so much salt in one meal.” He hesitated a moment, voice growing softer. “I'd rather not let you, either. You might have a heart attack.”

You couldn't hold it anymore, burying your face into your (very thoughtful) husband's shoulder and letting your laughs break free from your chest.

Though confused, he wrapped an arm around your back and soothed you, “what did I do?”

“Nothing, Toshi. You're such a good sport, is all.”

“I can make another meal for us so you don't have to.” He said, already reaching for another pan.

“No, no, wait!” You stopped him. “The soup's fine, it was just that one spoonful.”

He raised a brow. “You poured salt into my spoon?”

Biting your lip, you nodded bashfully.

“I don't see the point. But you seem to find humor in it.”

“It's just an online trend, Tosh.” You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth before he caught your arm, tenderly moving your face so he could properly meet you in a kiss.

Scratch that. This video was for your eyes only.

“Whatever makes you happy, dear.”

🍒

“Hey, what happened to that prank you were gonna do on Ushiwaka?” Hoshiumi asked with a cheeky grin. “You said you were gonna post it!”

“Well…” Your face grew hot at the memory of that night. Toshi's waterbottle and towel sat in your arms as you waited for the team's practice to end.

“Don't tell me you chickened out on pranking your own husband.”

“Obviously not!” You swatted at his tall head of white hair, him easily ducking and snickering at your attempt. “It just wasn't an entertaining video.”

“Leave her be, Hoshiumi.” Tobio's voice cut through your conversation. “She's obviously flustered.”

“Humph.” The short hitter sat back on the bench, biting at his own bottle boredly.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, understanding Tobio's words. “You mean—”

“Ready to go?” Wakatoshi interrupted again, and you took the invitation eagerly, slipping your arm into his freshly showered and smooth one, waving the two very keenly interested teammates goodbye.

“What were they so smug about?” Your husband asked, taking his bag from you and shouldering it.

“Oh, nothing much.” You eased, patting his bicep.

Kuroo 🍒 The Pleaser

You'd been apart from your husband far too long. All these business trips out of town—or even out of the country on occasion—made you and Kuroo spend more and more time apart in your adult lives.

Of course, you'd never be irritated with him. Your own job was freelance and you simply adapted to his schedule, working when he did to keep yourself occupied in the too-big house and taking free days whenever he was home.

There weren't many days where you two could sit in and relax, but that made them all the more special to the both of you. Indulgence was pure bliss, and you intended on keeping it that way.

Most of the time, anyway.

What's the harm in a little prank here and there? Kuroo was too good-natured to get upset over small things like that, and even perfectly mirrored your own humor. The perfect match, as his parents had said.

“Tetsu,” you greeted after he walked in, shrugging his suit jacket and hanging off and hanging it on the rack while simultaneously toeing his shining black work shoes off.

“Hey, honey.” He greeted back with a pearly grin, hugging you from behind and digging his face into the back of your head, content to inhale your scent. He relaxed completely, leaning his weight onto you more and forcing you to steady yourself.

“Long day?” You asked, turning to run a hand through his inky hair. He leaned further into your affections, nodding all the while.

“Just missed you.”

“Missed you too.” You affirmed. Now you felt slightly bad for what you were about to commit. Your husband just came home touch-starved and depleted from work and you were practically poisoning him.

Oh well, the salt was already locked and loaded.

Lifted the spoon wordlessly over your shoulder, you watched Kuroo take it in without question and immediately stand up straighter to focus. He lifted a hand to his mouth, covering a cough smoothly and managing to hide his expression.

“Delicious.” He grinned easily, like nothing happened. “What is it?”

“Salt soup.”

He faltered only a moment. “Salt?”

“Online recipe.” You shrugged, turning back to the pot and stirring. You took your own long and delighted sip from a different spoon, sighing pleasantly at the taste. When you turned back to him, his squint was the most endearing thing you'd seen all week.

Finally, he playfully rolled his eyes at your catty smirk. “You got me.” He chuckled, reaching over you to get an actual spoonful. He nodded eagerly, satisfied at the taste.

“Really, honey, this is great. Even the gallon of salt couldn't ruin the taste.”

“You flatter me.” You laughed, leaning back into his chest as you plated the meals.

He kissed your temple, lips lingering a moment before he pulled away and began to set the table. “I could never. You've got that magic touch.”

got lazy at the end sorry been super busy </3

anyone else been playing Status? its kinda interesting, hoping for newer content tho after like an hour the stuff gets repetitive but its giving me creative flow

[loudclan-clangen]

Hey there!

Checking out Loudclan? That's great! Thanks so much!

Loudclan was originally planned to be drawn as I played the game like most other clangen blogs... Then I got frustrated about how slow it was moving and played ahead. Just a little bit, nothing to worry about, only about 1000 moons. So this blog should be running for A WHILE. I also take pretty big liberties with the designs and events. I think it's more interesting that way! Also it's been several real life months since I started playing and some things I just... forgot. Or lost. Either way, it's fun to stretch my creative skills.

As for the mechanics of the blog:

General Content Warnings Include:

Death, Animal Death, (Cat Death specifically), Death in Childbirth, Violence, Murder, Illness, Gore, Grooming, Abuse, Bad Parenting, Cheating, Affairs, Drama, Cursing, Language, Dirty Jokes, ECT. (if i missed something please let me know)

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Updates are not going to be on a consistent schedule... ever. I'm a college student. I just don't have the time or energy.

The style is going to vary wildly. It's been years since I've consistently drawn cats and I wasn't ever really happy with the way I did it back then anyway. Come along for the ride with me! I'm just as surprised by what my hands create as you guys!

Overview:

Loudclan is set in a fictional location that is based on South Central Alaska. A group of rogues fled up the mountains to get away from the deep snows of the valleys at the beginning of a particularly harsh winter. The clan follows three "Leaders" in the form of the Leader, the Lead Healer, and the Lead Mediator. These leaders will each pass their position on to their oldest heir, the closest related member of their direct family. Issues regarding what happens when two cats have similar claims have yet to be sorted out by the clan, and may never be fully decided... *insert mysterious foreshadowing sounds*

If you are interested in more of a deep dive into the lore check out this post: Lore, or anything tagged #loudclanlore .

Asks are welcome! I will do my best to answer them quickly and efficiently! I am happy to talk about characters, art, process, gameplay, pretty much anything. (I probably won't be showing sprites though, just because I've played ahead so far and a not insignificant amount of them are just... gone. Lost to the ether. Sacrificed so that my laptop could keep running the game.) All asks are tagged #loudclanasks .

Also fanart/writing/edits are more than welcome! You guys are so cool and talented and I am honored that you would want to make something based on my dumb little pixel cats. Referencing or imitating my style/designs/layout is absolutely allowed, just make sure to mention me so I don't miss them! All fan contributions are tagged #loudclanfan .

I will never complain about anyone "blowing up my notifications" or spam liking. I think it's so neat to see people go through the blog liking as they go. Don't worry about it. I enjoy seeing you enjoy my work!

A little bit about me, you can call me "D"! I use any pronouns, I'm pretty ambivalent about them but the majority of people use she/her for me and I'm fine with that. I'm 20, I live most of the time in Alaska and part time on a ranch in Texas and I'm working on my BA in Elementary Education. I started reading Warriors in 2nd Grade and stopped in 6th Grade but the brain worms never die. If you know me in real life no you don't: It took me all of high school to kill the furry allegations I'm not going through that again. Oh, and my main blog is @restinginpiecesofpizza but warning, there's spoilers for Owlstar's family tree for like 8 generations posted on there.

If you think Loudclan's cool and want to help me out consider checking out my RedBubble!

Anyway, thanks for checking out my blog! I hope you enjoy!

[shangqinghuasbiggestfan]

Shang qinghua is someone I love (if you can’t already tell), but he needs to die.

I need a fanfic where Sqh dies in the most horrific brutal way known to man. Even better if it’s in a way that makes people feel bad, like he, idk, got clawed to peices by a verendre-wolf (but an actual thing) because one of the other peaklords wanted to have its fur, but was stupid enough to not do the research before hand, and know that that specific beast has no merchants selling its fur. And that there’s a reason for that.

Because the beast is extremely hard to kill. There’s almost 0 show of the beast ever BEIBG defeated before in the past.

Does Sqh know that? Of course he does. Does he also know that he’s going to get teared into at the next meeting by whatever rich spoiled peak lord told him to get it? You betchya.

Normally, he would have taken Liu qingge, but he was already out with sqq on a hunt. So, being the author, and the only one to know the beasts weakness, decides “fuck it. I can at least try to kill it” (even better if he’s drunk). And he goes. And almost kills it. Just to get his body ripped to shreds.

The news hits the sect hard. The peak lords don’t know what to do. This shidi of theirs, who was always quivering and anxious, who, despite being among them for years, they never knew anything about, was dead. It’s really bad. Liu qingge feels bad, because, like, even if he never liked or understood (tried to understand) the mousy man, he should have atleast been there, right?

Yue qingyuan would feel really bad. He, as sect leader, should have been looking after his shidis and shimeis, but he never bothered with shang Qinghua. He would be lying if he said he had anything of a comrady with thwt man. Shang qinghua was just so nervous, so quiet, that he never really stood out. Yue qingyuan immediately blames himself, and even reprimands himself. -what is that was xiao-jiu-

Sqq is the worst (sy). It takes him a while to even realise. It only occurs to him once, while eating melon seeds and thinking if giving it to sqh, that he remembers- he can’t. Sqh, the only thing that was a way to his previous life, the one person who he could talk too, the only other transmigrator, who understood him and his emotions too a deeper level then anyone else.. was gone. And was never coming back. Sqq, blames Sqh for being stupid enough to get himself killed at first, but soon that turns into “if only I was there” or “it only I helped”- just “if only”’s all about. Because despite it all, sqq did care about that stupid airplane. Of course he did. How could he not?

Mobei jun takes it the worst. After finding out the news, he destroys most of the palace, before locking himself into his room (id imagine this would be before luo binghe falls into the abyss. Let’s say sqq and sqh knew about each other earlier). This human was crafty yet always nervous. He was quiet but smart and constantly proved he had infinite potential and knowledge. And. To be honest. He.. was important to mobei.

Luo binghe knows that his Shishu died. He didn’t particularly know this shishu well, however he did know that sqh was important to his shizun. That has to mean he was a good person. Lbh often asks himself if shizun would be as sad when he died. He knows it’s bad. That he completely just irrelevates this shishu of his.. but he barely knew the man. (Sqq freezes up around lbh all the time. Why does he look and act like sqh so much? Why?)

Sqh, on the other hand, wonders why he’s alive again, but instead of as sqh, he’s in his old straight and red haired body, and yet, still in his book. The system simply says “user 001 had died. Due yk the amount of points he has accumulated and his repeated use of the system, he has been given a second chance without a story line! User has unlocked “the writing of god” storyline! Well done!” And it disappears.

Edit: part 2 :)

[writtenbyan-aries]

Sam had been focusing too much on working that he had ended up neglecting his relationship. You guys had planned to go out on a movie dinner date weeks in advance and already had dinner reservations set, he is too busy working to realize that the reservation was 30 minutes ago. Should you have reminded him? Yes. But you also feel like you shouldn't have to because if he cared then he would've put his work aside for a few hours to spend time with you. ANGSTTTTT but also fluff or smut at the end, dealers choice 😏

Warnings: Slightly angsty, strong language, reader breaking down, crying, yelling, suggestive language, kinda sad but happy ending

Enjoy!

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Sam has missed reservation times. He’s been late to pick you up sometimes. He’s even had to cancel last minute, but you understood. For the most part, at least. You knew he had deadlines to make, people to update, plans to make, and flights to book.

Once the number of times he’s practically bailed on your reaches double digits, that’s when you really started to get mad. His reasonings, you’re sure were valid at the time, but you would get so mad you thought it was a bullshit excuse, so that just made you pissed.

You said something, you had a long talk one night, got on the same page again and everything was good, almost seemed better.

But only for a short while until things started to gradually trickle back into its cursed routine. You’d say something to him again, then it would just repeat the cycle. Back to square one with it. Finally, maybe after one or two more times, you gave up on what you felt like you just wasting your breath.

One night, while you’re laying in bed getting ready to go to sleep, Sam comes in after edited his one video for hours of the day. You feel the bed dip down and his body slides up against yours.

“I made us reservations at the Mitz, they couldn’t get us in until three weeks from now, so figure out what you want to do before or after and we can do that.”

You stay silent for a second before speaking. Your voice is in a very low whisper, “You promise?” He kisses your shoulder and nuzzles his head into your neck, “I promise. I’m sorry I haven’t been with it lately.”

“You and Colby have been busy. I get it.” You roll over to face him, “I guess.. I just feel like you forget I’m here sometimes.” He shakes his head, “I’m sorry I make you feel that way.” He kisses your forehead and you close your eyes, “I love you.” He rests his forehead against yours and lets out a quiet sigh, “I love you so much.”

Over the last three weeks, Sam and Colby surprisingly didn’t have much going on, so it worked out in everyone’s favor. You and Sam pretty much stayed home, and when he did edit, he made sure to include you.

Which is why, when that certain Thursday evening rolled around, you were absolutely crushed. It felt like, in a weird way, a betrayal. It really wasn’t that deep, but to you it was.

You scoffed as you hear the front door open, rolling your eyes as you look to the small clock on your vanity.

07:30 PM - 30 minutes past your set reservation time.

You drag the makeup wipe down your face, wiping away the hope you had painted on earlier in the evening. You can feel the burn growing in your eyes as you try not to cry.

You may think that two times isn’t bad, but it’s not really about the amount of times it’s happened. It’s more about how Sam doesn’t realize it’s happening. He doesn’t put up a fight, he just gradually buries you under all of his paperwork.

You hear him making his way up the steps and you know in your heart that it’s not going to be good. You take a deep breath, wiping over your face one more time with a clean wipe.

“So guess where Colby and I get to go next month.”

“Hmm?” You hum lowly, but loud enough for him to hear. You keep your stare fixed on yourself in the mirror in front of you. Sam walks closer and you feel every muscle in your body tense up.

You really didn’t want to fight with him - again.

“What’s wrong,” He asks, laying a hand on your shoulder. You were so mad at him, his touch only made the urge to cry even harder to fight back. You shake your head, “N-nothing.” You stand up, “I think I’m just gonna go get a bath and then go to bed.”

You grab a clean change of clothes and before you walk out, it’s hits Sam. He lets out a sigh, “Oh fuck.” You turn around, “Congratulations.” You give him a fake smile, “You figured out what’s wrong.”

“Y/n.” Sam calls out but you walk away. He follows after you, “Waitwaitwait.” He grabs your arm, pulling you towards him, “I am so.. so… sorry.” You tilt your head back resting it against the wall as you let out a slight laugh, “It doesn’t matter Sam.”

You look at him and his face falls, “W-What do you mean by that?” He stands up a little straight as you just simply shrug.

He shakes his head, “No. don’t say it. Please.” You chew on your lip as you feel the tears well, “I’m not..” you quickly swipe away the tears dripping down your flushed cheeks, “I’m not leaving, Sam. I just..”

You let your hands fall to your sides, and you just crack, spilling all of your emotions, “I need more, Sam. I-I know. I know that me getting upset over dates might be silly, but they’re important to me, Sam.” Your voice cracks and you look into Sam’s glossy eyes, “You’re everywhere, Sam. But you’re not here.”

You sniffle, voice cracking quietly, “And it’s hurts.”

He scrunches his nose and nods. You blink and the tears fall, “I shouldn’t h-have to be the one to remind you, fuck Sam. I shouldn’t have to remind you.”

“You’re right.” He mumbles quietly as he nods. You look up, sighing, “I do not want to end us, Sam. Please know that.” His hands slide to your waist, but you speak before he can, “We need alone time. We-we need time to just be a normal couple sometimes.”

You bring your hands to your eyes and just sob.

Sam pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers how sorry he is, “You are the most important thing to me, okay?” He presses his lips to your temple and you nod, mumbling, “Mhm.” You’re trying to get your crying under control as Sam continues, “I’m so sorry I missed tonight, baby.”

He sniffles and that makes you cry harder, “I’m sorry.” You sob out and Sam cups your cheeks, “Hey.” He raises his voice slightly, catching your attention. He raises his brows and leans in, his voice calm, “You don’t ever need to be sorry about anything, okay?”

You nod and Sam shakes his head, “You did nothing wrong, okay? I deserve to be called out on my bullshit. You did the right thing.” He kisses your cheek, “You’re my number one priority, from here on out I promise I’m going to prove it to you every. Single. Day.”

You smile slightly and you feel yourself gradually calming down, “I just didn’t want do make you mad.” You sniffle out, gasping out for air because of how worked up you had yourself.

You were slightly embarrassed, but Sam really doesn’t seem like he’s judging you at all. He laughs slightly, “Trust me, it would take you doing something a lot more stupid than getting upset over me being a dumbass to be mad at you.” He smiles and rubs your cheek with his thumb, “I love you.”

You smile, looking up at him, “I love you, too.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his and you feel him smirk. His voice is quiet against your lips as he mumbles, “Is this a bad time to tell you that Colby and I want to bring you on to the channel. Take you with us on every investigation?”

You lean back, looking up at him, “What did you just say?” He scratches his forehead, “When I got home, I was going to tell you that Colby and I were talking and we both agreed that when you’re on investigations with us, they turn out so much better than when it is just us, so with that.. we did a little poll thing in XPLR club and it turns out that the fans want you to join us. just as much as Colby and I do.”

You stare at him for a few seconds before you gently push his shoulder, “you couldn’t have just led with that, babe?” You laugh, “I embarrassed myself infront of you for absolutely no reason.”

He shakes his head, “First off, don’t be embarrassed. Second off, you calling me out on stuff that bothers you shows me you care enough to communicate with me, and I honestly cannot tell you how much that means to me.”

You bite down on your lip, “You might not be able to tell me, but I think you just might be able to show me.” You raise your brows as you look up at Sam and he smirks, instantly lifting you up against the wall, “Where to?”

You smile, “Take me to bed.”

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[sunshinemoonrx]

Thoughts on Spielban?

Spielban is my favourite tokusatsu.

It's important to know this about me.

In a lot of ways Spielban is a combination of everything that was so good about the four seasons of metal hero that preceded it, assembled into Uehara's ultimate power armour space adventure to cap off his tenure on the show before they radically shifted gears to make very different stuff thereafter (sad robots, international ninja...).

That's kind of an oversimplification; there's things those shows have that this doesn't. But it does feel more comfortable than Juspion in having these kind of space adventurer heroes without bits of space sheriff flotsam getting in there, while having that more freeform structure. And it does have an all-star cast: Watari Hiroshi and Morinaga Naomi were standout combined face/stunt leads that stole the show in Sharivan and Shaider respectively--so it says something that when you unite them relative newcomer Sumikawa Makoto is still my favourite of the trio on both fronts. And Soga Machiko as a main villain always elevates a show a full letter grade by itself (I'd even say this is my favourite role of hers).

Going back a sentence there, Diana remains probably my favourite individual tokusatsu hero. She's cool, funny, chaotic, super cute, I wanna dress like that, I wanna be able to do stunts like that, and increasingly as the show goes on it stops being a joke that she really wants to bang Spielban's sister. I think it is interesting how she was apparently a response to the popularity of Annie from Shaider and people wanting her to get a suit; well now we've got another show with Annie's actress, but we're giving her a different role that's much heavier on melodrama than action proportionally (which is entirely fair enough, giving the more experienced actor more to chew on), while casting the other leading lady as the one who's essentially Annie 2: 200% Cheekier Edition.

And my god, full-on star-crossed yuri between the two main heroines running right the way through the show. I'm even reasonably sure after Shaider that Uehara knew he was doing it. You spoil me, Spielban.

Well, except when that one annoying dipshit scientist side character is on-screen. It's like they were trying to recreate that buddy character who hangs around with all the space sheriffs, except what if he was completely lacking in charm or likeability? He's not like, "shonen anime comic relief pervert who should be in jail" level bad, but he's obnoxiously loud enough about going "uwaaaaaaah a pretty girllllll" whenever he's around that I feel irresponsible recommending people the show without mentioning it. Still, they seem to have realised it wasn't working and written him out unceremoniously--although hilariously his younger siblings still continue to appear as the heroes' designated kid friends with nary a mention of their big brother, presumably after he was taken out back and shot.

Anyway, everything else is pure melodrama pulp adventure gold. I may love a good episodic monster fighting show, but it's always cool to see more serialised shows from this era, and the story never loses momentum here. The 80s Toei space fashion is in full force (what the hell is emperor guillotine wearing) (positive), the suits are perfected versions of this aesthetic with lots of chrome and fun light-up eyes and everything, sometimes Spielban does a jousting version of his cool laser sword finisher from his motorbike, and everything in the show has a great insert song.

I guess I've got more horny on main as I've got older so the Certified Hot Babe moments I used to regard as kind of unnecessary I mostly now just think are fun; and I won't say Spielban rolling around in tight shiny leather constitutes "equality" for the amount of Diana's and other gals' legs we see (although come to it, she /should/ have taught him the Hip Press. Step 1 to lightening up), but it is there and Watari is very pretty; he really bloomed since Sharivan.

I dunno what else to say. They improved on the x-wing. They improved on the lightsaber (beating phantom menace to the double-bladed punch by over a decade). They improved on the Big Spaceship Gun from Shaider. I genuinely don't know if this show is as good if you haven't seen a couple of the previous seasons it's building on, but it remains my #1.

[clownieboidi3]

Set-Up

Gareth x fm reader (not completely edited)

Dustin Henderson was enraged. He was mad at his mom and the utterly ridiculous rule she made. Dustin was not allowed to date until his sister started dating. Claudia Henderson knew exactly what she was doing when she made that rule, she knew that her daughter was not the dating type so it would be a while until she finally got a boyfriend. Claudia knew it was selfish, but she wanted Dustin to stay as 'young' and 'innocent' for as long as possible. She just didn't want to lose her youngest child, her baby. Now, Dustin had no problem with keeping secrets, but he wanted to be able to speak openly about his girlfriend without having his mother react negatively.

Ophelia Henderson, wasn't a shy, closed-off person. And with the past events dealing with the upside down and all the crap that has happened in Hawkins, she has become more mature. She was not afraid to speak her mind when it was needed and could easily start up a conversation with a stranger if she felt like it. The only reason why she didn't date was because no one ever really spiked her interest. Of course, Ophelia had crushes before but never felt that those feelings were strong enough to act on. So, when she heard the bizarre rule her mom made, naturally she felt bad for her brother. Ophelia knew about Suzie, and Dustin frequently complained to her about not being able to discuss his first girlfriend in front of Claudia.

Ophelia had been home from school for quite some time now and was studying in her room; Duran Duran who was playing in the background made it easier to stay focused. Ever since the start of her junior year, she made a promise to herself to study extra hard in prep for college, even though it was still a while away. Ophelia would like to think of herself as a confident and determined person who loves being challenged, so setting goals has always been fun for her. There was a light knock on the door which she could only assume was her mother and quickly got up to open the door.

"Hey Hun, Dustin asked to be picked up. You wouldn't mind doing it would you?" Claudia asked with pleading eyes and a small smile.

"Yeah sure, I can do it. I don't have much going on anyway, but I expect an extra slice of pie after dinner tonight." Ophelia and her mom have always been close ever since her dad left. Being the oldest child and Claudia's only daughter there was an unspoken bond that caused them to get along well. But like every family, they did have their disagreements from time to time.

Claudia let out a short laugh, "Of course, whatever you want, sweetie." Ophelia grabbed her keys and hopped into her small Ford Escort. Ophelia thought it was a cute car and practically begged her mom to get it for her when her 16th birthday came, since then she has treated it like it was the most important thing ever. So naturally, she kept it tidy, the only super distinctive thing in the car with her was her bag that she brought everywhere because it has 'everything' in it. It took a decent amount of time to get to the school since they lived basically in the middle of nowhere, usually, that didn't bother Ophelia since she spent her life here, but the drives could be a bit tedious at times.

𖦹Earlier𖦹

Dustin was in a sour mood the entire morning which followed him to lunch. He was staring at the back of Ophelia's head hoping somehow telepathically she could feel his anger, they coincidentally had the same lunch period (they sat with different people). Lucas and Mike have been talking about whatever until Mike finally spoke up. "Why are you staring at Ophelia?"

"She got asked out again, and it wasn't even like some nerd. It was a jock and she still rejected him! Why can't she just date someone and make my life easier?" Dustin was still staring at her with an annoyed look on his face. He just couldn't understand why his sister had to have such high standards.

"Do you really think a jock is her type? And if you're so mad at her rejecting everyone, why don't you just try setting her up with someone who she will like?", Lucas said while picking up a French fry from his tray.

Dustin looked over to Lucas, "Oh my God, I don't know why I didn't think of that in the first place. But what do you think her type is?"

Lucas thought for a moment, "Well she's smart and likes to read, she listens to a lot of music too. So, we just need to find someone who's like that." The guys collectively thought of some who kind of matched that description. Mike looked down to the other side of the table where the rest of the members of the D&D club they're a part of, sat.

"I think I've just thought of the perfect person." Both the guys look to Mike and then over towards the person who he was pointing to.

"Do you really think she'll like him, of all people?" Dustin questioned Mike. Mike shrugged; Dusting looked at his sister again. He decided that he would do whatever he can to push Ophelia toward the idea of dating his club member.

𖦹𖦹

Ophelia pulled up to the high school, parking in a spot nearest to the entrance. There were a few cars scattered in the parking lot from staff and members from other clubs. This wasn't the first time that she had picked up Dustin, so she had little to no trouble finding the club room. Usually, the meetings were over before Ophelia could get to the club room, however, today she could hear voices coming from the room. It was muffled but still loud enough to make out different voices. She knocked on the door and was greeted by her fairly shocked bother.

"Oh, Ophelia. You're early," Dustin coughed out, almost chocking on his spit at the sight of his sister at the club door.

"Didn't you call Mom", Ophelia rightfully questioned. Dustin thought for a second and shut the door.

"Uh- rude", she scoffed. Ophelia heard a conversation start up again from within the room but quieter than previously. Ophelia just leaned on the wall near the door waiting to resume questioning her brother. When the door opened again the girl was greeted by a different face.

"Well, well, well, you must be Henderson's sister that I've heard so much about. I am-", the new face started to say.

Ophelia quickly interrupted, "Yeah, you're Eddie Munson. You're supposed to be the leader of this group, right?" Of course, Ophelia had heard of Eddie, it was hard not to when he makes quite a stir at lunch; plus, the rumors of Eddie the 'Freak' were hard to ignore. Being 20 and still being a senior is a hard feat to accomplish, and doesn't go unnoticed by the school oriented girl. She did not really approve of her young impressionable brother hanging out with a grown adult like that, but it's not like she can do much. All she does is tell Dustin how much she would rather see him hang out with Steven. The smile on the eccentric 20-year-old grew as the girl Henderson's went down.

"You know who I am? I'm honored. As you can see our campaign has been, well, prolonged. So, you're going to have to come back another time, or you can wait and watch" Eddie said. Ophelia thought for a second, drive home just to come back later? As much as it pained her to have to spend any more time with Eddie, she had her mind set on her brother (and gas money) so she decided to stay.

"Yeah, no. I didn't drive all the way here for nothing. I'm definitely going to take up your offer." Eddie happily opened the door wider. With the door out of the way she could see a perfect view of all the club members and them staring right back at her. 'Yeah, totally not awkward at all', Ophelia couldn't help but think. Dustin who sensed the awkwardness radiating from his sister decided it was a good time to introduce her.

"So, guys, this is my sister, Ophelia. Ophelia these are the members of Hellfire." Ophelia had recognized his brother's best friends, Lucas and Mike, but she didn't recognize the three other members, but she assumed she'd meet them later. Her brother grabbed a chair and went to set it next to him but was interrupted by Eddie.

"Henderson, you can come set the chair next to me." Ophelia looked at Dustin, her brother mimicked her actions but just shrugged and went to go set the chair next to the dungeon master. Eddie's smile was still as wide as it was when she insisted on staying which she didn't give a second thought to because it fit his personality. Ophelia didn't hesitate to get comfortable and pull out a book, she missed the look Dustin gave to Eddie as if a plan was working just the way he wanted it to. But she did notice the guy sitting on the other side of her who seemed to have incredibly fluffy hair. She noticed the curve of his jaw and the deep shade of his hair, taking short peeks from her book, trying not to come off as creepy in the cute guys peripheral view. She said a small 'hi' to the cute mystery dude to be polite and went back to reading her book. The rest of the campaign didn't last long, and Ophelia was honestly a little annoyed with Eddie trying to spike up a conversation while she was attempting to read. She thought it was strange, like if he is supposed to be the dungeon master, why is he expending so much of his attention on her? Ophelia was fighting the urge to roll her eyes far back into her head at every comment pointed for her to hear, his lackeys also beginning to get irritated.

When the campaign ended after a grueling 10 minutes, she decided to get a head start and go start the car, not noticing that she left behind her book which lay in the chair where she previously sat. Once she got to the car, she grabbed the keys from the bag noticing the missing book almost immediately.

"Go ahead and wait in the car, I forgot to grab my book." Ophelia threw Dustin the keys who was almost nice enough to comply but decided to go socialize with Mike and Lucas who were by the bike rack, instead. Ophelia just rolled her eyes, she passed by two of the three guys she didn't recognize and Eddie a while after them.

"Henderson, you're still here? Don't tell me you missed me?"

"You wish, I was just unfortunate enough to leave my book behind."

"Well, if you need help, I'm sure Gareth will be willing to help you, it's his turn to clean up the club room." Ophelia didn't know who he was talking about but just assumed it was one of the three mystery boys she didn't get a chance to ask names of. She didn't think much about it and just focused on getting her book.

When she got back to the club room, she saw the guy Eddie mentioned but was surprised to see it was the fluffy-haired guy. He was in the middle of wiping the now cleared table, caught surprised.

"Oh girl Henderson, funny seeing you back here", Gareth commented stopping mid swipe of a rag on the now cleared board.

Ophelia replied, I guess that's me, and you must be Gareth."

"Wow, you know who I am, that's a nice surprise", the boy coughed back, shocked. Ophelia smiled, she remembered what she had heard during the campaign and thought it would be funny to tease Gareth a little. Sitting next to him didn't give her the best chance to get a good look at him, but now face to face she could see his bouncy hair, blue eyes, and even the necklace that dangled over the table with the pirate charm weighing it down. Ophelia caught a couple of glimpses of his side profile when she looked up from time to time when she was reading her book and already thought his side profile was cute, but now getting to see him in full let her appreciate his beauty.

"Whaaat how could I not know you, aren't you Gareth the Great?" Ophelia purposely prolonged the 'what' for an added effect. The boy who was still trying to brush the earlier embarrassment tried to laugh it off as a new fire was added to his cheeks. Ophelia could see a light blush on his cheeks, she found that cute and made her more interested in getting the Hellfire member more reactive.

"Of course, you heard that totally not embarrassing at all. But at least I wasn't reading some sappy romance novel with the name 'Beginners' Love'." Now it was Ophelia's turn to be embarrassed, she laughed slightly trying to think of a comeback. Of course she had to pick to re-read her favorite cheesy romance series at this time, of all the books on her shelf.

"It's a good book, I doubt you read anything at all", Ophelia fired back.

"I actually do things with my life so no I don't get a chance to read much", laughed Gareth. He had caught onto Ophelia's playful insults and decided to throw one right back at her. He did not mind one bit as long as it meant he got to keep the pleasant interaction going.

'Finally' , Ophelia thought, she was finally talking to a boy who wasn't afraid of a little sarcasm. Ophelia knew she was a pretty girl, she wasn't blind on the advanced of the boys in her grade (and sometimes underclassman that got a quick firm no), in fact, Ophelia was too aware of how all the boys who would come to her where well... bland. She knows it's hard to be picky in a small town like Hawkins, but with as much as this girl has read it was hard for her not to dream of that 'perfect man'. Quickly Ophelia fired back, "Oh yeah? What do you do, Gareth besides Role-play 24/7?"

"For your information, I am in several different clubs AND I'm in a band", Gareth said with a quick smirk forming on his face. Ophelia would have never guessed that Gareth was in a band, but she could see him being in chess club or something equally nerdy. Now hearing that, she could only imagine what his role in the band could be. She imaged Gareth playing different roles, scream-singing into a mic, sliding his fingers down the cords of an electric guitar, or even playing slamming down onto the keys of a keyboard.

"You're in a band? No way, do you have proof?"

Gareth let out a quick huff, "Do you just expect me to carry around drum sticks everywhere? If you want proof you can come to our practice, tomorrow." The cat was out the bag, Gareth was a drummer. Ophelia almost found it fitting for him to be the one to let all his anger out onto the instrument, she started to imagine him playing on it. His hands getting sweaty as the callouses formed from the wore out sticks, sweat dripping down his forehead getting flung all over the set as he banging his head to the beat of his drums. Henderson was now full on blushing as she tried to shake the thoughts of him out her head.

"I'm definitely going to be there; I have to see this to believe it." Ophelia and Gareth continued their banter about books and Ophelia brought up how Gareth just caught her with a good-bad book and telling him to 'just wait and see' when it got cut short by Dustin barging in.

"Ophelia, how long does it take to find a b-" Dustin noticed both his sister and Gareth looking back at him, this was not the guy he hoped Ophelia found interest in. When Dustin set up Ophelia to sit next to Eddie, he was hoping that she would see the charisma and charm of his character that he felt was obvious. He spent a good time talking his sister up to the dungeon master to even get him to agree with the idea of a set up, now it could all get messed up because the older Henderson couldn't just do what Dustin wanted her to do.

Trying to quickly end any ideas he quickly chirped up, "Oh, Gareth I see you've met my sister, but we should be on our way now." Ophelia gave Dustin a look and he took the hint and went ahead without her.

"Sorry about him, but he's right I should get going", she said as she grabbed her book from his calloused hands, confirming her daydream, and shoved it in her bag. Ophelia didn't know what compelled her to do it but she impulsively pulled out a small piece of paper and quickly wrote her number. When Gareth got the paper, he was surprised, he has never got a girl's number before, and with such ease. Maybe he should mention his band more.

"Call me so I can get the details of your band practice" Gareth nodded and Ophelia smiled leaving the room.

[tgirlhawkins]

x Drake sloppy bl*wjob fic pls? If u want to. Literally go crazy with it

AHAHAHAHHA!!!! YES!!!! went crazy, hopefully it's an acceptable amount

cw: alcohol, semi-public sex, piss

edit: hi i forgot to mention drake is trans in this. i don't think i got the phalloplasty experience 100% but i tried

>request post<

When you asked Drake to go to the club with you, you kind of knew it was a bad idea. Drake was kind of…/straight,/ as your friends called it, didn’t smoke or drink, or go out with you all when you did. But you thought, this was a pretty tame venue, in a safe and well-lit part of town. You treated him to a nice meal and waited until after to change into your skimpy clubbing outfit, you made sure he had a root beer to sip on while the rest of you pregamed in the parking garage. When you asked him how he was feeling, he said he was fine.

But when it came time to go inside, he took it like a deer in headlights.

He didn’t like that the music was loud. It frustrated him that he had to scream to be heard. He thought the slick, sticky floor was too dangerous. He didn’t know how to dance, so he just stood there, watching like the world’s least enthusiastic herding dog.

You tried not to let it get to you. When it did, inevitably, you tried to get him to dance, but he didn’t have an ounce of rhythm in his body, so you did what you had to—you turned around and rolled your body against his.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding on for dear life, but then the DJ started playing a slower song, and he finally began to relax. He rocked his hips with yours. He even traced his hands up to your chest, giving you a gentle squeeze. The hot skin of his forehead knocked against the hot skin of yours.

You giggled, and turned his face so you could kiss him.

And the spell broke. He stumbled back away from you, balked at how awkward he’d made it, turned heel and walked out.

You sighed. The friend closest to you nudged your side and raised a questioning eyebrow, and you just pointed after him and followed. You would text them all good night later.

Drake was in shambles against the wall, just far away enough to be away from the smokers’ prying eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” like a broken record.

“It’s okay,” you told him, and hoped he remembered what his therapist said about believing people when they said that. You squeezed his hands to help him along. And because when you did, he couldn’t cover his face.

“You-you can go ba-back in.”

“I’m ready to turn in if you are.”

“No, please, don’t stop f-for my sake.”

“I’m happy to stop. What my boyfriend needs is actually important to me.”

He sniffed, and took a silent moment, and you figured his therapy was actually coming back to him. “Okay.”

“Ready to go back to the car?”

He nodded. You led the way.

But when he tried to open the driver’s side door, you beckoned him into the back seat instead. “The beat’s still in my ears; if we start going now I’m gonna get nauseous.”

That made him realize he’s still wearing ear plugs, and he plucked them out and set them in the cupholder.

“Are you feeling alright?” You asked him.

He nodded.

“Can I lean on you?”

He embraced you, pulling you into his chest. Your ears didn’t sting so much.

“I’m sorry I dragged you here.”

“…I wanted to try, I really did.”

Your turn to nod. “I believe you. Thank you.”

He gulped, and tangled a long-fingered hand in the hair on the back of your neck.

“Drake?”

“Yes?”

“Can I make it up to you, baby?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t, but your heart’s still racing.”

“It’ll stop.”

You flattened your hand over his pec. “I don’t want it to,” you admitted, your own pulse throbbing between your legs at the images racing through your mind.

“Here?” He rasped.

“If you’re up for it.”

He looked out the window. The rave was far from over; the garage was as good as abandoned. His eyes bounced around the back seat, making a plan, and then he laid back against the door and spread his legs.

You launched forward, starting off with just a hug so as to not to scare him off like you seemed to do before. He wrapped himself around you, the tremors in his muscles receding by the moment.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked.

He answered by kissing you first. Your lips smacked loudly in the silent space. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he whispered.

“It’s okay. As long as we can kiss again.”

He was happy to oblige.

Lip kisses turned to jaw kisses turned to shoulder kisses and tugging his collar to the side for access to that sweet spot between neck and shoulder. He held you there, moaning breathily, keening as you bit. You slid your hand up his shirt, not taking it all the way off, but exposing his chest for you to suck and nibble on.

You licked one pec from the scar to his hard nipple, sucking on it like candy. Most of your weight was on him, allowing you one hand to run through and tug at his chest hair. (He moved your hand away though, a reminder that he didn’t like that when he had to continue wearing a shirt after. Silly you, you forgot. You changed to his other nipple in apology.)

Travelling downward, you bit the meager fat covering his abs. He was so warm, his clean taste contrasting the whole rest of the experience.

As if to protest that thought, your drool spilled from your lips and splattered on his belly. Whoops.

You licked it up and kept going.

By the time your lips reached his waistband, he was shaking all over. “How’ you feeling?”

“Hmmn. Good.”

So you unbuckled his belt and yanked down his pants and underwear in one go.

You loved how he smelled, his strong pulse, how warm he was against your cheek. With the flick of a switch you had learned to feel, he grew hard. Phantom music still pounded in your ears, mingling with the last of the alcohol in your system and Drake’s sweat evaporating off his skin. “Baby, I love you,” you gurgled, as you sank down to take as much of him as you could.

One of his hands held you by the hair as the other cupped your jaw. When he didn’t push or pull you, you planted your hands under his legs and braced yourself on your elbows. The car was a terrible place to be doing this but with your boyfriend’s cock filling your mouth you were happy to manage.

Drool spilled down his shaft, sticking in his hair or running down his balls and ass, surely soaking into the seat. You were too far gone to think about this though, single-mindedly focused on hitting the balance of tonguing and sucking to make him cum, even shoving down your own arousal (you can get off on the way home.)

Drake must have forgotten where he was, whines growing louder and more desperate, which warmed your heart. You popped off just long enough to rearrange and give yourself a free hand. “You’re getting close, baby?”

“Please,” he whimpered, and it gave you such cuteness aggression that you had to suck a hickey into his thigh before continuing. The spot was slick and shiny when you pulled away, and you smiled. It felt good to mark him in more ways than one.

You started on his cock again, mouth and hand this time, although you could get him off with just one or the other. You flicked the tip of your tongue in his piss slit and he convulsed, slamming his back against the door, and you knew you had him on the edge. You sucked around his cockhead as hard as you dared, sped up your hand, and he was cumming, so good for you.

You loosened up your grip and your mouth, but didn’t fully let go with either, letting him ride it out. But something funny was happening. Drake is trans; his dick was surgically constructed a few years ago. When he cums, nothing is meant to come out. But tonight something was trickling onto your tongue, then picking up speed as he relaxed against the upholstery. It wasn’t until you swallowed the first mouthful that it stopped, and he jumped.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he started up again and you cursed in your head. You pinched the thin skin right above his hip, trying to get him to get over himself and continue, but he stubbornly did not.

So you pulled back. “It’s okay. It’s a point of pride I got you to that point without realizing it.”

His eyes were wide, but it seemed like he believed you. He wrapped a hand around his shaft and squeezed, looking out the window again. “They’ll let me back in to use the bathroom, right?”

“Baby, those bathrooms are gross, you don’t need it.”

Even in the dim light, his bright-red blush was obvious. “I’m—I’m not—!” Accompanied by a few dozen nonsense syllables.

“Drake, do you trust me?”

At a loss for words, he nodded.

You took his hand off, claimed his dick back from him, leaned forward. With a few careful, awkward movements, you positioned your hips over his, and lowered yourself enough that they almost brushed. He whimpered again as he started to get it, as you pulled the waistband of your leggings away from your body and slotted his cock into that space. His hands flew to your hips, but all he whispered was that he trusted you, he trusted you.

“Let go,” you commanded.

And he did, with his most pornographic moan yet.

Piss gushed down your leg, soaking you from the front to the back, ruining your back seat further. It was so warm, so strong-smelling, the feeling of it mixed with the pressure of his fingers and the way his breath hitched to make an intoxicating scene. You snuggled against his chest, and as his stream trickled off, you asked “mind if I go too?”

He smoothed a hand up your back, brain scrambling to find words, to understand what the hell was going on. “Don’t mind,” he said, because it didn’t matter if he could make sense of it, he remembered he trusted you.

You hugged him, focused on relaxing between your legs; a monumental task for how turned on you were, but your bladder had been full for some time now. After a few seconds you were wetting yourself, and feeling fucking fantastic about it, consequences be damned.

Drake took himself out of your waistband, which was a little disappointing, until he pushed you up by your shoulder and used the hand on your hip to move you forward to straddle him.

Oh? You thought he would be glad to leave this encounter with his jeans mostly unscathed, but you were soaking his dick and thighs now, probably his jeans too as you felt them under your ass. You couldn’t guess if this was undue repayment or genuine enjoyment, but he held you tight, and you held him back, until at last you felt empty.

“…I had a good time, but can we please go home,” he squeaked.

You laughed. “Are you still okay to drive?”

He looked down, and with your help he pulled his jeans over his ass again and buckled his belt. “I can,” he answered. “It’s not that bad.”

“Just keep it nice and warm in here. It’ll start to get worse when it gets cold.”

He nodded. You could sense another ‘I’m sorry’ on his tongue, but he didn’t let it out, instead gently moving his fingers back and forth on your sides.

“I’m glad we could do this,” you told him. “I like the feeling a lot, but I never knew how to bring it up.

More nodding. More blushing. “Next time,” he started in a small voice, “next time you can piss in mine.”

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

my apology

you may have noticed my requests have been closed for a little while now and that was mainly because the amount of requests I was getting were a little overwhelming and I felt as if I had no time to write them. I’m a bit of a people-pleaser in a way that I felt I wasn’t delivering these requests quickly enough or well enough then I would upset someone and I didn’t want to do that

so recently I’ve been working towards the goal of completing my list and so far it has been going well, the ideas have been flowing and I’ve been writing a lot but because I know winter holidays are coming to a close and I will be back at school, I know there may not be a lot of time for me to write.

unfortunately I’ve had to make the decision to cut some fics that I’d originally planned to write. it is mostly part 2 requests of really old fics such as ‘crazy little thing called love’ or ‘paparazzi’ and there are a few others as well. personally I think I’m moving on with my writing and developing and don’t want to keep going back to those old fics. this excludes ‘the mysterious blonde’ and ‘the dancer and the angel’ which will soon both make returns…

I do see all of your asks, about those two fics in particular, I am not ignoring you at all but I can’t really give timeframes for anything because I don’t know when I’ll have time to write and then edit everything!!

there are a few other requests that I cannot complete sadly. one was asking for quite mature content in the terms of a TW!! su!c!de based scene which I am not comfortable with writing. if the person who requested that is reading this, I don’t want you to feel bad at all because I did have the intention of writing but I have more recently decided against it for personal reasons, this is NOT because I have been affected or triggered by the request, don’t worry!!

and the second I had to give up was a request that asked for an f1 fic. I literally have no knowledge on f1 and would probably end up offending someone if I vaguely attempted to write a fic that included that, so I am very sorry to let that one go.

I didn’t just want to delete the asks and never address why your requests never got answered so I thought I’d make a post to explain it all. I know this will disappoint some people and I’m so sorry 💖💖 hopefully if you request again in the future I will be able to fulfill what you would like!! I am open to most things, but of course there are a few exceptions.

if I haven’t mentioned a request here ^^ it probably means it is still going to be written!!

I’m also looking forward to exploring new characters such as characters from the naturals series or shatter me or powerless, this is not to say I won’t be writing for the inheritance games because of course I will, it’s just to put it out there that although I am striving to meet requests, it may not be immediate.

this post is NOT to make anyone feel bad for requesting. I am so so grateful for everyone who had put in a request and thought that they would want me to create something that they would enjoy. I also want to thank everyone for their patience and support with my work, it means the world to me. when I complete the request list I have now, I will re-open the request box but as of the moment it will remain closed!!

lots and lots and lots of love,

bella 🤍

[jariten]

Roundup-catch up: October 2024!!

Sooooo close to catching up now. October I was just trying to get through it but as always gotta make the time to read.

Z-chan by Shingo Iguchi I first learned about in the book Dream Land Japan by Frederick L Schodt. A lot of the works he highlighted in that book actually remain untranslated or only got one recently (I had actually forgotten he did a spotlight on Murasaki Yamada!) Z-Chan was one of the works that got a spotlight, having initially run in Garo as part of a larger multimedia arts project by Iguchi. The surreal story of Z-Chan and the mouse Richard Sex operates on multiple levels and parallel worlds with with a serialized novella about the little gnome people with colored hats who live in parallel to Z-Chan inserted between or on top of the manga itself. A really beautiful and innovative use of the comic form, with an ending that will stick with me for a long time going forward. The Lotus edition which I read is to my knowledge the "complete" version including the appearance of the bear named Baron.

Otaku Vampire's Love Bite by Julietta Suzuki just strted its english language run. And while it isn't a high school romance but made me remember how I don't really have any fantasy romcoms in my life right now so its a beyond welcome presence. I feel like I'm in good hands with Julietta Suzuki, Kamisama Kiss was very formative for me but I didn't keep up with any of her follow up work. I really like the art style she's adopted now and the humor and clashing personalities is just what I'm hoping for. Cynically though this opening volume is a rather interesting illustration on how participation in otaku culture is increasingly consumer oriented. So in volume 1 I'm like mister male lead not very taken by the titular otaku vampire's fannish behavior as must confide in all honesty, find it to be kinda sucker behavior to do what she does which is filling her home with the low effort plastic merch the animanga industry is pumping out in dizzying amounts but I'm hoping the later volumes will get more into the creative, social, or community building aspect of being a fan that I do find to be a more interesting angle to the culture. But its funny and I'm interested in seeing how her world of vampires will intersect with our world in the upcoming volumes.

Natsuko Taniguchi has been extremely productive these past few years and there's even more stuff from her back catalogue waiting for me. And she got 2 ongoing serials! The one I want to highlight (as I havent read the second yet lol) is Jaa Anta ga Tsukutte Miro yo (Well, Why Don't You Try Making It) is one young man with an outdated chauvinistic mindset getting knocked to the present day when his cute, diligent, master of his beloved high effort japanese style dishes, girlfriend of many years suddenly dumps him. Autopsying the corpse of his shattered relationship quickly reveals that he's nitpicky and thankless behavior did him no favors. Forced with the reality of the situation he realized he must change, bc no Reiwa era woman wants a man stuck in the chauvinist Shouwa era.

What I like is how its not just His story, but Hers as well. His ex girlfriend is herself unpacking the culture of the good and perfect woman that she had completely immersed herself in. Her hair and clothes never strayed off trend, she strictly monitored how she behaved in front of men so they wouldn't be put off by her, never got along with other women especially ones who were bad at performing like she did. But it all changes once a young woman with a flashy style and "alien" like hair color crashes into her world and makes it just a bit bigger. I didn't stress it in the last roundup but social commentary is on the trend alert for manga in the 2020s and I'm really looking forward to see where it will go.

Like I've talked about before about veterans who just really know what they're doing... Tennen Kokekko by Fusako Kuramochi was made when she was 20 years in the industry. By this point she's a very early adopter of digital tools for art and the way she draws is near unrecognizable from her work in the 70's-80's. I wish the bunko covers were less plain because ohhh my god. To see someone play with layouts, techniques, and form while telling a beautiful but complicated coming of age story that isn't just the young protagonists' story but the adults' as well. My mistake is not talking about this series as I was reading it bc now I'm just way too overwhelmed about what I want to say that I can't get anything out aside from gushing but this work truly is by someone who really polished their storytelling abilities and never stopped challenging themselves artistically. Might make a spotlight post because the live action movie being the only thing that made it over to the english language truly does make me feel like we've deprived of something. Ooooooor it will appear in the queue 🙂‍↕️

[accio-victuuri]

cpn time: yibo’s new songs 🎧

here we are, two songs and a bunch of short video clips later, but this post will be more about the lyrics. if you haven’t listened to the tracks then please enjoy bystander and everything is lovely first before anything else. i’m so thankful that wyb has kept his promise to fans of bringing us a new song every year and also performing it during nye. he may not be the most obvious when it comes to appreciating his fans but this is the best example of his commitment to sharing himself to fans and treating us.

i will start with some minor clues before we get into the lyrics and all that clowning interpretation. ��‍♀️

1. The first 3 photos that yibo-official released as soon as it turned 12:00, one of them was color pink, or you can say, very light shade of red. His photos released before had a more solid red like that from a traffic light but this one leans more towards pink.

A very nice choice of color knowing how he relates pink to being the color of love and and all the other symbolism we attached to it.

& when yibo posted it, he placed the pink one in the middle vs yibo-official’s who placed it on the right.

2. Same choice of words between their studios, especially with reference to the gap of time. We are definitely looking closer than a normal fan would when it comes to their studio’s captions, edits, posting time etc and to a normal fan this would just fly over their head. but the amount of coincidence between the two is too much!

3. QQ released parts of the lyrics and this one, the chorus of everything is lovely ( up to the part talking about love of coming home ), the word love was mentioned 23 times. Love Zhan. I mean, we all know this boys loves 2 and 3 😂😂😂

4. The timing of release for their projects this day. Another example of how they don’t overlap with the day or time. XZ’s marie claire was between 10-12 and then WYB stuff of course started coming out at 12:00. this follows their pattern 👀

5. I really like what this bxg discovered, the way everything is lovely was written, if you turn in upside down it may read wyb loves xz. 🤯🤯🤯

for those of us who have been subjected to xz’s artwork and the little things he hides, this should be believable to you. he is known to do these things, even without the cpn intention.

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BYSTANDER

I gotta say, i’m leaning more towards this song, i didn’t expect it! I just love how it sounds and i’m with those who felt nostalgic while listening to it. it seems familiar and brand new at the same time. The melody of the first few lines got me thinking of words ( bee gees ) and the guitar/drums played are excellent too! I hope he sings this with a live band please! 🙏🏼

I often watch, listen and feel like reaching out to touch.

Holding a handful of seawater to see it’s dreamlike color.

this is more of a song ( atleast to me ) that speaks of who WYB is as a person. a bystander/spectator/onlooker. he is someone who observes people and keeps quiet first before engaging. but that doesn’t mean he is indifferent, in this song, he talks about admiring the things around him.

i’m also thinking of a wish to be a bystander. XZ/WYB repeatedly said that the super power they wish to have in invisibility so they just roam around without people noticing them. in a way, it’s wyb’s ( and by extension xz ) wish to be able to do this.

Embrace all the joys and sorrows of life. Listen to the plucked feathers speak, wings aiming for the vast sky.

Watch a fallen leaf repeating until the four seasons bring it back to the branch. I cannot see another galaxy but believe in me in a more distant place.

i see this as basically yibo and zz’s view in life, they are willing to go through the good and bad. their lives may seem ideal because they are celebrities but it’s far from that so they just have to focus on the good.

Don’t ask me what i’m looking for, let life pass through.

it’s him just wanting to be left alone, to allow him to go through his life without people watching his every move. or maybe there isn’t anything he is looking for or aiming for, he is just enjoying and going through his life. This line speaks to me so much! There’s really no need to be constantly trying to achieve things and be exhausted by the end of it. Sometimes, it’s okay to sit back and enjoy the simple things.

EVERYTHING IS LOVELY

I have discussed this song before, especially the chorus that covers a lot of the CPNs. I feel the same way about my interpretation of those lines even after learning the lyrics of the whole song.

My hands, accustomed to patting my head, opening up the memory of the river and pond. There are always a few good friends by the side.

Listening to the cicadas, watching the fishing boats.

WYB who likes to pat his head as an example 😂 so this is really from his POV and a more personal touch to start this song.

Listening to the cicadas and watching the fishing boat? This paints a picture of them during CQL shoot and hanging out.

I’m cackling tho at bxg interpretation of the lines that talk about river & ponds and then him having friends on the side. So who are the friends by that pod? Turtles? LOL. 😂😂😂😂

How to distinguish between people, whether post-00s are young or very mature.

This is so WYB. Reminding us of when he always made a point to say that GG looks so young or that they have no age gap 🥹🥹🥹

Under the mud, lotus roots finally grown. Please, lotus flowers do not look back.

Lotus roots/ Lotus flowers. What a peculiar choice to include in the song. Maybe there is some deeper explanation here that has something to do with culture or what but as a clown, our minds went to CQL.

It’s a part of the story and who can forget that behind the scenes of WYB pulling out those lotus seeds for XZ? 🙃

I tightly hold on to the people i once lost.

I like the way some people have interpreted this line. If what we think is true, that they lost each other at some point after the cql shoot then this line makes sense. They had some time apart after that shoot and XZ went to Japan to clear his head. The people around them also encouraged to take this time away from each other and get out of character. But they still found their way back as XZ/WYB. 🤍

The main thing in this song tho is— everything is lovely because you (xz) are in everything. 😭😭😭😭

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