#and don't do it if it's gonna be Overly Risky

[daggersandarrows]

the number of people on that shoplifting post in the tags who are like "ummmm i'm a GOOD PERSON??? i dont??? steal?? :)" is fucking hilarious to me. like can you live a little. take a pack of gum from target and maybe you'll get more interesting

[barcaatthemoon]

party girl || barcelona x reader ||

a night out at the club takes an interesting turn for you.

minors dni, 18+, smut warning.

a huge thank you to everybody who has followed me. 1500 is a lot for a blog i never really thought anyone would pay attention to.

the club was a mess of sweaty bodies grinding against each other just barely to the beat. it was like you were in a bubble with every single person on the dance floor. within your little bubble, life was great. you had a sense of euphoria as the strong hands that had been holding your hips for the past three songs moved up along your sides.

it was always risky to let strangers touch you like this, but you knew that you were in a somewhat safe space. the club had good security, and nearly every patron you had come across was a woman. you felt lips press against your neck and your head fell back against a slender shoulder. your eyes were closed as you turned around, perfectly catching this woman's lips.

you felt your knees grow a bit weak as this woman deepened the kiss. just before your knees did buckle, you felt very familiar hands on your waist. lucy tugged your head back a bit as your eyes opened to see ingrid standing in front of you. immediately, your heart began to race with panic as you started to look around for mapi.

"don't get scared now," lucy teased. you turned around to glare at her, but you stopped when you caught sight of mapi and ona behind her.

"come back with us," ona told you. she reached out and took your hands in hers. you were a bit too shocked to argue as ona led you out of the club. it wasn't until you were in the back of an uber heading towards what you assumed was ona's apartment that you realized what you had done.

"mapi's going to kill me," you groaned helplessly. lucy rolled her eyes as she placed her hand on the back of your neck. "i'm a dead woman, i kissed ingrid."

"ingrid kissed you, first of all. second, she's not going to kill you, trust me. we wouldn't be bringing you over if we thought she'd kill you," lucy promised. you let out a small whimper, and lucy pecked your lips before you could start pouting. "lucy!"

"it's fine," lucy huffed. you were torn between arguing with lucy and apologizing to ona. ona seemed to understand what was going through your mind, and before you could do either, she kissed you. you had never kissed ona before, and you didn't think that you'd ever kiss anyone like that again. you had expected her to be softer, but instead, ona kissed you roughly. your lips were definitely bruised, and you were surprised that she didn't draw blood when she nipped at your lips. "come on, we're here."

"what am i here for, exactly?" you asked as lucy pulled you out of the car.

"we're gonna fuck you, obviously," lucy said. your hands began to sweat a bit as they brought you into the building. everything was moving quickly, but you weren't sure that you would have even considered going home alone if you had the chance to. "you still like this sort of thing, don't you?"

"lucy," you hissed as you swatted at her to be quiet. the blush on your cheeks told lucy everything that she needed to know.

"come on, we wouldn't want to keep our guests waiting." this time, you were surprised by ona being the one to push you forward. you wondered what lucy had told her about you from your days as a lioness. you weren't overly proud of all the things you had done or let people do to you, but there had never been a dull night for you at camp before.

mapi and ingrid stood in the hallway waiting for the three of you. it felt wrong to watch as ingrid greeted ona with a kiss. you found yourself turning away, but also desperately trying to avoid mapi's gaze. you couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow upset with you for kissing ingrid despite both of them being here waiting for you.

"hola chica." mapi greeted you the same way that she did at practice when you tried to keep to yourself. it was hard, but you had finally shaken the "party girl" persona that you had been dubbed with at the beginning of your career. "no kisses for me? i am sure that everybody else got one."

"she's always a little shy at first," lucy said as she unlocked the door. mapi stuck by your side as the group made their way inside. ingrid didn't seem to mind at all, far too preoccupied with ona. "if you don't want to do this, let me know, okay? i know that i sprung this on you, but it's always a little spontaneous isn't it?"

"i'm fine, i promise," you said quietly. lucy nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. she walked off, leaving you alone with mapi on the couch. this time, you couldn't ignore the older spanish defender. "d-did you know that ingrid was going to kiss me?"

"no, but i hoped that she would. one of us had to make a move to get this started, right?" mapi asked. it was stupid, but you felt embarrassed as you nodded. you had never made the first move with anybody before, always the one sought after by teammates and strangers alike. although, you'd never do something like this with a group of people that you didn't trust to take care of you. lucy had hooked up with you both by herself and with others, so she knew all of your rules by now. "can i tell you a secret?"

"sure." you glanced over at mapi, who leaned in close to whisper in your ear.

"ingrid made most of our first moves. other than the ring, that is. i did the big one, and that's what counts," mapi told you. you weren't surprised, having noticed how mapi and ingrid were with each other when nobody else was looking. "i can make this move with you, don't worry."

mapi gently cupped your face in her hands. her thumbs rubbed along your cheekbones as she leaned in. mapi moved much slower than you had expected, but you didn't mind it. the build up made the kiss even better, and you found yourself melting back into the couch as mapi covered her body with yours. her tongue swiped past your lips, giving you a taste of the mint from her drink that expertly masked the bit of alcohol.

"you're being greedy." ona wedged herself behind you. mapi broke the kiss to say something back to ona, who wasn't listening in the slightest. ona cared much more about pawing at your clothes as she kissed you. once again, you could feel your lips begin to bruise from the roughness of ona's mouth against yours. you felt your stomach tighten as you thought about how rough she'd be with you in bed.

"let's go somewhere with more room," lucy suggested. you were led out of the living room with mapi and ona both competing for your attention. lucy and ingrid didn't seem surprised in the slightest by any of this. you could see lucy's hands on ingrid's body as they slid beneath ingrid's top. that was the first article of clothing successfully removed.

you tried to lean towards where ingrid and lucy were, but it was no use. mapi finally managed to get the top of your dress undone, causing it to fall in a pool at your ankles. you didn't even have a chance to step out of it before you were being pulled onto mapi's lap on the bed. ona followed up closely, placing herself in between everything happening.

out of the corner of your eye, you could see lucy splitting her attention between ona and ingrid. you couldn't do much aside from watch as clothing disappeared at breakneck speed while mapi hooked her legs around yours to keep them open.

"lucia has told us a lot about you, but i want to know what you like," mapi said. she ran her fingers through your hair, smirking when your body went lax against hers. "talk to me, chica. what do you want me to do to you?"

"i want you to fuck me so good that your name is the only one i can think to scream," you told her. mapi took it for what it was, an open challenge. "i want you to split me wide fucking open."

"careful what you wish for (y/n)," lucy warned. you shot her a glare before turning your attention back to mapi. the spanish defender captured your lips in another kiss as her hand moved down your body to rest in between your legs. she wasn't doing much other than just letting her hand cup your pussy, but you were still moving your hips to seek out more contact. "she'll break you if you tell her to."

"mapi wouldn't hurt me unless i really wanted it, isn't that right?" your tone was dripping with false innocence and sweetness. mapi bit her lip as she let her hand lay flat against you. you continued to grind your hips, now getting yourself off by rubbing against her fingers. you let out a soft moan, one that prompted mapi to kiss you a little more.

those kisses were interrupted by ona, who pulled your face away from mapi's. you could see ingrid behind her, thrusting harshly, and lucy's body beneath the both of them being the only thing keeping ona from slamming into you. the kiss with her was messy and desperate, like ona had been craving her moment with you all night.

mapi slowly began to pull more of your attention away from everything else in the room. she had two fingers plunging deep inside of you, keeping a steady rhythm as she began to fuck you. next to you, ingrid and lucy were fucking ona harshly, and mapi noticed that your eyes continuously drifted over towards them.

"do you like it rough? i can fuck you like that. i'll bend you over so you can get a better look too," mapi offered. "would you like that? just say the word and it's all yours."

"mapi please, i want it so bad," you told her. you were surprised how quickly you were reduced to whining. lucy had always liked to joke that you were easy to break, that it was why you were so fun to pass around for a night. you could spend an hour getting fucked relentlessly and once you had the energy to would be asking for it all over again.

"bring her over here," ingrid said. mapi moved you over ona and lucy's bodies. ingrid helped to position you once you were close enough. her touch was less gentle now than it had been earlier in the night. she was being less careful with you, like she was no longer afraid of scaring you away. "do you want to taste ona?"

"yes, please." ingrid surprised you by pulling out of ona and guiding your mouth to the tip of her strap. the subtle smirk on her face grew as she watched you swallow up every inch of her strap that she offered to you. mapi eased into you as ingrid pulled out and pushed your face down towards ona's cunt.

you could hear lucy fucking into ona's ass from beneath her as ingrid guided each stroke of your tongue. occasionally, she'd pull your head away from ona to have you suck on her strap or give you a close up as she fucked ona. it was a lot, and the way that mapi roughly thrust in and out of you had your legs shaking quicker than anybody else had in a long time.

mapi kept thrusting into you even after your body had stilled. her pace was relentless, and you could only get her to stop by squirming away. you laid back against the pillows for a moment as you watched the scene in front of you. you got the sense that they had definitely done this together without you. mapi's strap found a home in ona's mouth, guided by lucy's gentle praises and the strong grip of her hand in ona's hair.

their positioning switched, and you found yourself invited onto lucy's face. lucy's tongue was comfortable and familiar, something that you had come to know well. lucy moved the same way that she always did with you, holding your thighs to keep you on her face until she was finished. you had more than enough freedom to wiggle around and position yourself more comfortably on lucy's face. she knew how important control over your own pleasure was for you sometimes, often having her own reservations about giving that sort of thing up, especially in front of a group.

"you look so good on lucy's face." ona's words were just barely strung together as ingrid began to fuck her once again. mapi was beneath ingrid, eating her out like how lucy was eating you out. you wondered if you were in what would normally be ona's spot, and if you were, the small spanish woman didn't seem to mind one bit.

she relished in the harsh thrusts of ingrid's strap moving in and out of her. you wondered what it would have felt like to be in her position, but you were content where you were. lucy's tongue brought you right up to your peak before easing you away from it only to work you up again and again. you weren't to the point of begging. you had never been able to hold out well, but lucy knew how to edge you for explosive orgasms.

you drenched her face as you squirmed and wriggled your hips wildly. ona was leaned over to lick away the cum you had left on lucy's face. you couldn't believe what you were seeing, and if your body didn't feel so spent, you would have re-joined them. lucy seemed to understand your exhaustion as she pulled you away from the bed to the bathroom.

the shower was spacious with a little ledge for you to rest on. lucy took care in helping you clean up, and the two of you soon found yourselves joined by ona, who seemed to be in a similar state to you. lucy took care of both of you with equal amounts of effort. the three of you were nearly finished when ingrid and mapi came into the bathroom. ona wrapped you up in a robe and led you into a different bedroom than the one you had just been in.

"do you want to stay?" ona asked you. you weren't used to having a space to stay. someone was always there with you, usually a roommate or close friend. someone who never judged you or would raise too many questions in the morning. everybody knew what you got up to, but none of them really ever put much thought into whether or not you spent the rest of your night alone.

"the question is do you want to sleep in here with us or do you want to go back to mapi and ingrid's room? it'll be cooler in here and mapi sleeps naked," lucy said as she walked into the room. there was an extra pep in her step, the one you recognized as her pride from making you and ona cum. she was feeling herself, and the confidence was extremely sexy.

"i don't think that-," ona started, only to be cut off by both you and lucy speaking in unison.

"it's different," the two of you said. ona rolled her eyes as she put a sleep shirt on and nothing else. you found yourself in a pair of lucy's boxers and one of your old england shirts that had mysteriously gone missing years ago. lucy got dressed in her own pajamas before she got in bed with the two of you, placing herself in the middle. the three of you fell asleep together, both you and ona laying there comfortably with one of lucy's arms around your shoulders each.

[matryosika]

Untitled #9

Wordcount — 1,618 words

Includes — Fem!reader, mentions of contraceptives, unprotected vaginal sex. Dubcon elements (but it is all explained in detail), mentions/fantasies of creampies, use of petnames (baby).

Author's note — Just a little something! I've had this thought for a while now, and I wanted to put it out there. Despite the dubcon elements of it, I really picture both parties being super into it with full consent —for this, the male character just puts up a fight because he considers things risky, but deep down he wants it just as bad. With that in mind, read this if you have no problem whatsoever with some dubcon. If it's not your cup of tea, just scroll!

Just thinking about a forced creampie with Chan.

He had been pretty vocal about how badly he wants to fuck you raw and come inside you, but the overly-reasonable, almost persecutory part of him doesn't let him get loose. Whenever he thinks about coming inside of you, he can't help but also overthink everything that could go wrong.

“Maybe I just need a little push, you know?” He told you right after you asked him what was stopping him from fulfilling his fantasies. “I tend to get too into my head, maybe I should just- I don't know, go for it in the heat of the moment”.

But even in the heat of the moment, Chan holds back. The amount of self-control he has is crazy, so as much as he wishes to get loose, he never manages to do so on his own.

You come up with a plan, but you first make sure that he is on the same page as you —that he wants this just as much as you. So you ask him just that, and the response you get is enough for you to proceed.

“I think about it at least twice a day,” Chan confessed. “I mean, not a day goes by without me thinking about how pretty your pussy would look leaking with my cum”.

So you start off slow —first, you convince him to fuck you without a condom, fully raw. He pulls out every fucking time, much against his lust's will, but you don't mind. At least not when you can now feel every inch of him, every thickness of his veins and the warmth of his bulge. And now, he gets to feel you too —like fully feel you. From your soft walls squeezing his dick, to the sticky arousal that drips out of you.

It doesn't take long for him to get addicted to that feeling, though —despite him “wanting to take things slow”, he soon becomes obsessed and the idea of using a condom ever again is discarded by Chan himself.

So it all starts off with fucking you raw, and it eventually ends up one night with you offering that much needed push to finally allow himself go.

You're on top of him, straddling his lap while his cock reaches the deepest spots inside your pussy. You can feel him twitching inside of you, and if that isn't enough confirmation that he is seconds away from coming, the grimaces of pain and pleasure along with the veins popping on his temple and neck definitely are.

His hands are bruising your hips pretty bad while he guides your movements on top of him —roughly grinding yourself against him, squeezing your walls to provide him with the stimulation he needs to come.

“Just like that,” he groans biting down his lower lip with furrowed eyebrows and eyes closed shut, “come on, fuck yourself on my cock just like that. Make me come”.

Coincidentally, you're trying to do just that. So when he bents his legs against the mattress, and his hands try to push your body away from his, you don't stop.

“Baby,” he groans out your name, whincing in pain the longer he tries to hold his orgasm back, “'m gonna- fuck, I'm close”.

You lean down over his body, placing chaste kisses along his jaw and neck, “give it to me, Chan”.

He squeezes his eyes shut, just as his body stiffens underneath yours, “move, baby”.

“Inside,” you whimper, shaking your head into the crook of his neck. “Come inside”.

Chan's back arches a little, just as he struggles to maneuver your body, but it's all useless —he doesn't have the strength to push you away, and he doesn't want to.

“No, baby,” Chan hisses, gripping your hips as rough as he can. “I can't- please, let me pull out”.

“Come on, Chan,” you plead into his ear, biting his earlobe while your walls clench around his girth, “I know you want to”.

He lets out a painful, exasperated groan in an attempt to hold back the pent up tension between his legs —you can see he is really trying his best not to come.

“Please,” you leave one last wet kiss on his neck before straightening up your body, going from grinding against his cock to fully bouncing on it, “please, come inside me. I need it”.

Chan swears he is going to lose his mind. Between the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, the sight of your pretty body bouncing on top of his, and the lewd words and moans that are leaving your lips, Chan is sure he isn't going to last any longer.

“Let me pull out,” he tells you once again, with no intention of ever wanting you to stop. At this point, Chan still puts up a fight because he doesn't want to give in too easily. But honestly, he is not interested in winning that fight whatsoever, “'m gonna come, baby”.

You press your hands against his chest and increase the pace of your movements, forcing his body underneath yours while caging it with your legs on each side of his body.

His face is flushed, and the painful grimaces and groans he lets out can only warn you that he might not resist any longer.

“Come for me,” you insist, digging your nails on the flesh of his chest, “please, fill me up”.

At one point, he just gives in to his dirtiest fantasies and carnal pleasures. Who is he to deny himself? You're begging for something that only he can give you, and he fucking will.

So the painful moans turn into primal ones, instictual and animalistic. He opens his eyes and stare at you, his hands going from your hips to your neck, choking you ever so slightly as you ride him to his high.

Not only that, but his hips start fucking into yours from underneath —if he is going to come inside you, he is going to have it his way. Meaning he is going to be the one in control, not you.

Your whole body trembles at the unexpected thrusts, and it doesn't take you long to feel a warm, almost hot sensation filling you up.

“You wanted me to come inside you?” He asks through gritted teeth, snapping his hips against yours while your whole body goes limp. Chan hugs you tightly in place, preventing his dick from sliding out of you, “you better not fucking waste it, then”.

He milks himself inside you with each thrust, letting out deep grunts of pleasure in between.

“Chan,” you gasp when you feel his cum oozing out of your pussy and around his cock, all while he is inside you, “fuck”.

Even after a few seconds, he feels he isn't done yet —he is still throbbing and pulsating inside your walls, and he just can't stop shooting his cum into you. This is the first time he comes like this, and it is as painful as it is pleasurable.

“It's dripping out of me,” you murmur when he finally slows down, looking down to where your bodies connect —it's messy, but neither of you can begin to care. At least not when it feels this good to be filled.

Chan lets out a deep exhale, his chest moving frantically as he tries to catch his breath. He feels defeated, and weak, but at the same time he can't wrap his head about how good it fucking felt to finally let go, to be able to fuck you full of his cum until it dripped out of your tight hole.

So much so, that the idea of pulling out and coming anywhere else it's just not an option any more.

And just like he got addicted to fucking you raw, he might be addicted to stuff you full of his cum now too.

He just needed a little push.

[baby-tini]

Hii!! Thinking about a desperate (very platonic coworker) Dabi who gets desperate after having a crush on reader for so long, so he decides to sneak into their room while they're working and bury his face into her panties while he absentmindedly palms himself through his sweatpants, only for the reader to walk in after getting off work early.

Just a suggestion!! absolutely no pressure, I luv luv luv your work!!

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoy my work and I hope I did your request justice, I love the occasional pathetic Dabi willing to get off with a pair of your panties to suffice his nasty little thoughts. Dabi always thought you were hot, ever since you joined the league, prancing around in those tight ass shirts and those mini skirts. He knew, you knew, what you were doing, teasing him. Intentionally dropping things on the floor only to bend over in front of him as your skirt flips up, showing him that tiny black thong that has him re-adjusting himself and holding his breath. The little shorts you wear that ride up your thighs when you sit down, those same shorts that barley cover your ass. It pisses him off, intentionally turning him on and going about like you don't know he's rock hard, pumping his cock to thoughts of you when he's alone. Stealing your panties and using them to pump his cock as he groans your name, chest heaving as he pants and his eyes are rolling back thinking about your tight cunt, what it would feel like wrapped around him, how warm and wet it would be for him as he fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. Pulling the prettiest sounds out of you, screaming for him, asking him to let you cum, begging him to go faster, fuck you harder as tears drip down your cheeks and your eyes are tightly shut from the overwhelming pleasure he gives you. The pretty sound he forces from your throat as your head falls back or.. would you push him away because it's too much. Begging him too slow down so that you can catch your breath. He has these thoughts constantly and no matter how often he fucks his fist. pumping his cock as pale beads of pre drip from the slit, he always gets hard at the thought of seeing you, the choked gasps being pulled from his throat as he thinks about you in your little outfits, leaving nothing to the imagination, but that's good, that works for him. It gives him more too think about as he cums, picturing what paties your wearing under those little pieces of cloth you call clothes. But, then it's not enough anymore, he needs the source but that's too risky so.. he goes to the next best thing.. your bedroom. It's not super girly, no pink zebra print or overly stimulating colors, pretty normal in fact, but he's not here for that, he's here for those little panties of yours. Your dirty hamper is his best bet, they've already been worn and you need to wash them anyway, he's sure you won't mind if he leaves you a little gift. Your bed's soft, smells so much like you, that's good, he needs it over riding his senses as he cums. There's slick in the crotch of your panties, you probably just recently took them off, and they smell so good. he's positive he has time to get a session in, Tomura sent you on a mission, you shouldn't be back for a while, that's good for him but he still has to hurry. It always feels good when he jerks off but, surrounded by your scent as he has your panties over his nose, muffleing his groans and the occasional whimper makes it all that much better. Putting his mind in a place of ecstasy as he gets close. You taste good too, your slick tastes so sweet, he's positive it'll taste better when he buries his face in your pussy, feeling you pull at his hair when you cum in his mouth as he drinks it down. He's close, he can feel it, the knot in his stomach as his abs flex is tell-tale to him, he's gonna cum. His head's so wrapped up he doesn't hear your door open as you saunter in. "Well.. would you look at this? Are you enjoying yourself Dabi?"

[peanut-with-wifi-access]

FNAF SECURITY BREACH RUIN DLC SPOILERS

My theory for how the Daycare Attendant works

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Eclipse was the original Theater Animatronic for the Superstar Theater. Capable of switching between three different personas/appearances with different AIs, so three AIs in one animatronic, what could go wrong? Anyway, the personas are as follows.

Eclipse, caring and kind, strict on certain rules but not overly stingy. Generally a pretty positive presence, likes making sure kids are both safe and having fun.

Sun, the ADHD embodiment of energy and happiness who cares more about having fun than following the rules and staying safe.

Moon, the mildly mischievous yet quiet embodiment of following the rules and keeping safe at all costs. Cares far more about following the guidelines than having fun or being risky.

The main gimmick of the Theatre shows was that Sun and Moon would get into an argument about something due to their contrasting personalities, and then Eclipse would come in at the end and give a solution that makes them both happy.

Eventually, Fazbear Entertainment started work on a Daycare area. To cut costs, they attached it to the Theatre, called it Superstar Daycare, and made Eclipse, Sun, and Moon work as The Daycare Attendants.

This... Didn't work very well. Eclipse tried his best to do both the plays and the Daycare, but Sun and Moon kept popping out at the wrong times, scaring the kids in the daycare or messing up shows cause they kept getting confused.

Fazbear Entertainment eventually (after a bunch of complaints from angry parents and Eclipse themselves) just let a staff bot run the Theatre and put Eclipse in the Daycare permanently. However, they were still stressed out often. Sun and Moon were struggling to adjust to their new roles, and Eclipse had trouble playing the mediator while also trying to watch a hundred kids.

Due to all this stress, They were the first to get infected by the virus. Glitchtrap took one look at Eclipse and decided to lock him away, while tweaking bits of Sun and Moon to make them more useful.

Sun became overly anxious and stressed out constantly, desperately wanting to make sure everyone was having fun, whilst also trying to keep them safe. His demeanor became frantic and panicked, easily lashing out when things went wrong and constantly yelling.

Moon, meanwhile, lost all care for safety, and instead believed that once the lights went out, the children 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 be asleep, or they're naughty and need to be punished. He doesn't know how fragil humans are, but as long as the kid is laying down and isn't moving, that means they're asleep, and Moon can go get the other kids to sleep too.

Without Eclipse as a mediator, these two quickly grew to despise eachother, believing that the other must be kept away at all costs.

Thanks to Cassie though, the virus is gone, and Eclipse is back, and now they just need to clean up this mess.

"Goddamn, what happened while I was gone?!"

"Uhhh, sorry..?"

"I don't think a "sorry" is gonna make him less mad at us."

"You are correct."

[yesimwriting]

Hi! I know you're probably busy rn with collage and what not and I totally understand if you can't expand on this but either way, god I just need to rant about this thought.

So I just saw this tik tok where this girl was like "when I'm riding passenger princess and we're getting a little to close to the car in front of us" and the audio was like "the question is when are you gonna START stopping?"

And one of the comments said she wasn't a passenger princess she was a anxious passenger patroller and all that had me thinking of was Stu and reader, like I don't know about everyone else but i canon whole heartily Stu is a great driver who drives recklessly because 1)he knows what he's doing and 2) he thinks the shits funny

And I believe he'd do it especially to reader when he gets in those weird moods when he doesn't know how to feel about the reader/doesn't know how to handle it, and it kinda just serfaces in this weird aggression . Idk it could be like a fight-ish thing and she's telling him to slow down and he's being a dick about and in the end he weasels his way back into her good graces because she won't speak to him first if he's wrong and he doesn't like going to long with out talking to her

I don't know what up with my mind and how it wonders, anywho hope you have a good day/night :)

a/n for sure busy with school and actually having a social life for once and writing but always always always have time for billy and/or stu (especially since i'm kind of stuck on final girl rn😭)

YOU ARE SO RIGHT,, like i don't think he'd drive recklessly to scare reader with the intention of putting reader or himself in a dangerous situation,, but he'd for sure find it funny or see it as a way to "humble" reader a bit, like if Stu felt like the reader was acting too detached or into someone else he's suddenly speeding a little more just so that reader has to grip his arm and squeeze his hand

anyway i've been missing them and super happy to have a lower stakes way to talk about them,, also this turned out a little different and fluffier than i expected it to be lol

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Something about the commercial feels different in the fall. Cliche radio hits are easier during the summer, sometimes even fun. But during autumn, with leaves melting off trees in hues of red and orange and the looming end of the year nostalgia, the synthetic quality is harder to look past.

That's why your hand instinctually gravitates to the radio, switching the station without a second thought.

Stu sighs, a quick, over exaggerated puff of air. "I liked that one."

You glance in his direction, glaring, "You were barely listening."

Even though you're mainly defending yourself out of habit, you know it's true. Stu's pretty open about what he likes, even when he doesn't realize it. Usually, when he likes a song he'll tap his fingers against the steering wheel. If he really likes something, he'll even get into it in a way that definitely lessens his ability to control the car.

"I was, too," he hums, half pouting.

You roll your eyes before looking back out the window. The world is moving past you in a vague blur. So quick a seed of unease plants itself in your stomach. You wouldn't exactly call it worry, you've been hanging with Stu and getting him to drive you around too long for his casual take on driving to overly phase you. With the exception of him doing something particularly risky like throwing himself into another lane after barely checking or taking too sharp of a left turn because of yellow light.

Sometimes you comment on it, equal parts teasing and annoyed. But usually, it's easier to just accept it. Stu's so comfortable with the way he drives that comments only amuse him. The one time you glared at him and asked him to slow down, he had a made a game of switching lanes at the last possible second.

"You liked that Spice Girls song more."

Stu openly snaps his head away from the road to glare at you. "Did not, you're the one that likes that saturated pop stuff."

"I said I liked one song one time."

He sighs, finally turning back to face the windshield. "Sure..." He tugs on the last syllable, dragging it out to make his disbelief clear. "You wanna stop for ice cream?"

It's not exactly late, but later than you planned on staying out. Time seems to slip away too quickly when you and your usual group are together and this afternoon's movie that ended in a hangout at the mall had eaten even more time than expected. There was something extra entertaining about wandering between stores and only occasionally actually looking at clothes.

You do have homework and it is Sunday and you told your mom you'd be back around 6:00 probably and it's now almost 7:00. But ice cream does sound nice and there will only be so many evenings in your life that feel this warm and lighthearted.

"I have some homework," you mumble in one final attempt to convince yourself, "But, yeah, I could go for ice cream."

Stu nods, tapping his pointer finger against the wheel. "We'll be fast."

The yellow light doesn't affect his speed as he turns left. Your fingers press into the side of your seat. Fast. No kidding.

"You okay there, babe?" Okay, there's no way your expression was bad enough to warrant a question (especially when he should be looking at the road). He has to be baiting you. "You're looking a little green."

You force your hand to relax, "Mhm." And it is fine. At the very least, fine enough because Stu always drives like this. "Used to you driving like you're on the run."

"You're just sensitive."

The comment is more dismissive than teasing and for whatever reason, you like it less than when he makes fun of you. At least his bullying is coated in a distinct type of affection that only Stu can get away with.

You briefly consider starting one of your 'am not, are too' fights. You're definitely not above it, especially when you two are alone and no one's around to call you out for being overly childish. But if he's going to be moody over the smallest comment...

He switches lanes--without using his blinker--with a sharp turn of the wheel. "If it's that bad, you could get rides from someone else."

The comment is hard and too casual to be a threat, but still mean. It makes your stomach drop more than the way Stu maneuvers the car. You didn't say he was that bad of a driver and you definitely didn't say anything about not going out with him anymore.

There are a lot of good things about getting Stu to drive you around. You like being in his space and the music that's more often than not just a little too loud and the passenger seat that feels more like your seat. You also like the unplanned for car moments, the accidental gossip sessions in driveways and parking lots. It's part of the reason you're glad you don't have a license yet...it's an excuse to just be around him.

"I didn't--"

"Bet Randy would put up with your backseat driving." The car speeds up slightly. "He'd slow down if you gave him that look."

You frown, ruining any chance you have at arguing that that you don't have a face. You don't get what his issue is, especially with bringing up Randy. He's been making on and off comments since the movie you all watched ended.

You don't fully get it, but you guess you get Stu being a little annoyed. Randy and you had been a little obnoxious, laughing too hard at jump scares and flinching too dramatically at moments that weren't that bad. But it's not like you two were terrible. Definitely not bad enough to warrant this passive aggression.

"I don't want to drive around with Randy, I want to drive around with you." You're full on pouting and you don't even care.

Stu sighs, eyes avoiding yours in the rearview mirror. An uncomfortable warmth settles against his face. How do you always manage to do that? From anyone else, he'd hate it, but you're never trying to get anything out of it. Things like that are just offhanded comments to you. No ulterior motives. You don't even think twice about it.

"So now it's not enough enough to be driven around by anyone?"

You shrug, relaxing into your seat. "I'm spoiled."

His throat feels dry, a wave of uncomfortable fondness hitting him with no warning. He knows there's some joke he should make about how you're shameless about it, too. But he's too caught up on the amount of feeling tightening his chest.

He turns into parking lot of your usual drive-in ice cream spot.

"You're enabled."

You turn your head, smiling, "And you're the enabler."

Stu grins, moving a hand to squeeze your shoulder. "I'll enable you any time, babe."

You roll your eyes, but don't make any move to shake him off. "Enable me a--"

"Mint chocolate chip in a waffle--not sugar--cone." He recites your usual order without a second thought.

You nod once in approval. "This is why you're my favorite."

"I'm telling Billy you said that."

Scratching the back of your arm, you glare. Stu's always trying to start a fight with that. "Do not start."

He grins teasingly, "Start what?"

You glare, hoping that the look is threatening enough to make him promise to leave your comment behind. You've known Stu long enough to know that he'd happily take a you're my favorite and save it until he could use it as some sort of ammunition, exaggerating it to make sure it really hits. All that does is make him smile more. Before you can say anything else about it, Stu rolls down the window and orders.

When you get to the window, you try to pay for your own, but that ends as it usually does. He never lets you pay for anything, and when you threaten to leave cash in his car, he threatens to buy you even more things. Try it and on Monday I'm picking you up with coffee and a muffin and that new CD you were talking about. ...A lot of the times, the suggestion makes you want to stop for coffee and muffins before school anyway, so you end up getting it with him anyway.

You give in early this time, thanking him for the ice cream as he finds an empty spot to park in. You smile to yourself. Parked car time with Stu is something you enjoy a lot more than you'd ever admit. The two of you have a silent understanding that in these moments you can say things you wouldn't usually be able to say out loud. Nothing terribly cruel, just a little snarky. The kind of comments that'd get you in trouble in front of the wrong people.

Usually, you have to take the lead at first because Stu likes to act like he's too good for gossip, but once he gets started, he's worse than you.

You're still debating which of the two major topics--rumors you've heard about Susan Welch being pregnant and the weird way Madison Meyer has been acting--to bring up first when Stu breaks the silence. "You uh--" Stu cuts himself off. "You know I wouldn't--I wouldn't do anything that'd hurt you like that."

Weirdly deep comment to hear while you're holding an ice cream cone. "...Are you trying to convince me you didn't poison my ice cream?" That strange seriousness of his doesn't go away. You frown. "Yeah, come on, of course I know that."

He nods, "Yeah, just--" Stu won't look at you. "I wouldn't, and just--the car thing--"

"Stu." You've made those kinds of comments before, and it's never made him react like this. "I know that." You nudge his forearm gently. "I didn't mean it like."" He doesn't cheer up. "Seriously, if I thought you were trying to reverse-vehicular-manslaughter me, I wouldn't get in the car."

At that, he lets out a breath that's definitely trying not to be a laugh. "Would that be reverse-vehicular-manslaughter?"

"I don't know," you hum casually, pausing to eat some of your ice cream, "You're the one trying to do it." Stu glares; you grin. "Kidding." You bite off the top edge of your cone. "You know I love driving around with you--we listen to music, we talk, we gossip--"

"I don't gossip, you gossip and I let you."

You shake your head, not bringing up the fact that he always has more stuff worth saying than you do and he's snarkier than anyone would ever guess. "Then I guess I won't tell you what's up with Susan Welch."

To be fully honest, Stu couldn't care less about Susan Welch, but he likes the way you react to these sort of things. Your reactions to his side comments might be his favorite part of these moments. "She's...in our english class right?"

"Mhm," you hum, trying to downplay your excitement, "Remember how she had to leave class early the other day--like, practically ran out of the room to throw up?" You don't wait for him to respond, "That was on square pizza day--which is the day that's least likely to make someone throw up." You pause for the sake of your ice cream. "And Lucy Thompson swears Susan randomly stopped drinking, which if you've met her, makes no sense. So, Lucy thinks Susan might be..." You trail off before vaguely gesture to your stomach.

Stu's eyes narrow as he pretends to really think about what you've just said. "I don't know if that's enough to mean she's knocked up."

You shake your head once, "Lucy also said she's never in cheer practice anymore, and she started wearing baggy clothes." You sit up a little straighter, "And Missy Danes swears her older sister's friend saw Susan buying a pregnancy test in a grocery store two towns over. I know it's not proof, but it's definitely worth thinking about."

He widens his eyes, more for your sake than anything else, "Definitely." He pushes his spoon into his melting ice cream. "If she is pregnant, she's totally screwed because Ben Johnson was just bragging about hooking up with her."

Your mouth falls open in pretend shock, "No way." You lean against the center console. "You got oreo again, right?"

Stu knows exactly what that question means, "Want some?"

Your eyebrows draw together as you shake your head. "No, I'm--"

"We could trade for a little."

Another one of your traditions, each person's ice cream slowly becoming everyone's. "Another reason why you're my favorite."

"Oh, now you're begging me to tell Billy."

You dip the spoon into ice cream, digging for a particularly large oreo crumb. "I will blame it on the ice cream."

[itstorimf]

risky, risky, risky - professor!dad!chan x female reader

chapter one: "Mr. Fine-Ass-Man"

word count: 1.1K

warnings: foul language, mentions of alcohol, age gap (only by a few years but jus incase that makes anyone uncomfortable), let me know if i missed anything

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To say that my third year in college was difficult would be an understatement. As a creative writing major, most of my days consisted of sitting in my cramped apartment writing. I hadn't had much time for relationships or partying or bar hopping like the other students my age, and honestly, I was okay with that. I really only had one friend, a sister almost. Wonyoung. She also happened to be my roommate. She was in a few of my classes in the early years of our college adventure. Wonyoung and I had nothing in common, which is why I think I gravitated towards her so much. If I was the moon, Wonyoung was the sun. Warm, bright, and inviting. Wonyoung was able to find a balance between school, working at the cafe on our campus, and maintaining an ever growing social life. I envied that about her. 

"Y/NN!!!" Wonnie yelled from the bathroom.

"Ya! You only ever call me that if you need something. What do you want?" I responded, leaving the comfort of my room. She was getting ready to go out with a few of our classmates for drinks at the nightclub that was not to far away from the campus, Venom. Venom was owned by three guys that graduated from our school, so it was extremely well known by the students. When I got to the bathroom, Wonyoung was dressed in a pink minidress with her hair in waves that ended at the small of her back.

"Y/NN, please please please come out with me tonight!" she said overly excited. "You had your last final today which means you don't have any priorities anymore. Please!"

"Which is exactly why I want to stay in tonight! Won, I've be knee deep in homework and study sessions for the last two months. All I want to do is sleep." I started walking back to my room in an effort to ignore her begging.

"Come on. Since it's the last day, I'm almost certain that everyone is going to be there." Wonnie continued pleading. I turned around and gave her a look.

"Exactly! I don't know if being surrounded by a bunch of hot, sweaty, drunk bodies sounds like the best way to celebrate the semester ending." I continued to walk back to my room. 

"Sunghoon's gonna be there," she said. I stopped for a second. Sunghoon was one of Wonyoung's closest friends. We had only met a few times, but he might have been the single most attractive man I had ever met. Wonnie could tell that her suggestion had affected me because I could hear her giggling. My crush on Sunghoon was very small, but obviously enough to change my mind about my plans. "Soooo.. I take that as you're coming?"

"Jang Wonyoung. You are going to be the absolute death of me!" 

And yet I agreed. Wonyoung finished her makeup and decided that she wanted to play dress up with me. She lent me one of her dresses, a black silk minidress that came just below my ass. Never something I would have chosen for myself, but when I looked in the mirror, I felt more confident than ever. The material was flattering and accentuated my body shape rather than hid it. Wonnie did my makeup and finished my hair for me. The whole scene felt like I was in a cheesy high school movie, but nonetheless the damage had been done. I slipped on a pair of the comfiest heels I owned and we were ready to go. 

The line to get into the club was long, but because Wonnie is Wonnie we were able to skip the line. I scanned the club floor and just as I had imagined, it was full of people, dancing and drinking like there was no tomorrow. 

"Oh! I see them!" Wonyoung yelled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar. Once we were able to push ourselves through the crowd, Wonnie announced our arrival. "Guys! You know my roommate! Y/N. Guys. Guys. Y/N." I waved at the group. It consisted of a few of our fellow creative writing majors and some of the guys on the football team. All of which were already drunk as fuck. 

"Hey! Can I get you both a drink?" a boy named Heeseung asked. Wonnie accepted and downed her shot of tequila in the time it took me to blink. I opted out of the shot taking and ordered myself a cocktail to sip on throughout the night. While I knew I wasn't driving and I didn't have to be as careful I was, I also knew that I didn't want to wake up with a massive hangover. I looked over at Sunghoon, who was preoccupied in a conversation with a girl I had seen in a few of my classes, Ryujin. I couldn't be too heartbroken that he wasn't giving me the time of day. After all, it wasn't like he knew me all that well. I brushed it off and looked over at my best friend who was having the time of her life. She grabbed my hand again and led me to the dance floor. 

I had always been a lightweight when it came to drinking, so having the one drink already gave me the courage to dance. I let the heavy bass of the music take over and swayed my body side to side. I might have looked like a lunatic on the dance floor, but at that point I didn't care. 

"Hey. I'm sorry about the whole Sunghoon thing!" Wonnie yelled over the music, just loud enough so I could hear. 

"It's totally fine. I didn't come out for him. I'm here to party with you!" I told her.

"Y/NNNNNN!" she whined and pulled me into a hug. "Oh my god. Don't look now, but there is a fine ass man looking over here." I let go of her and subtly turned around to look at this so-called fine ass man she was talking about. Holy shit. She was right. He was sitting at a table with two other guys. They all looked a little bit older, maybe their mid twenties. He was dressed in a white button down shirt with a few buttons opened and the sleeves rolled up. He looked like he had just stepped off of a movie lot, so effortlessly attractive. We made eye contact briefly before I broke away and looked back at Wonyoung. "Y/N. Please go talk to him!" she pleaded. I laughed.

"Yeah right bitch! No way someone looks like that and is not already taken." My feet started to ache from all of the standing and dancing. "I love you... so much, but I'm about ready to cut my toes off right now. I'm gonna go sit down for a sec." She kissed my cheek and continued dancing, her friends eventually joining her.

I found an unoccupied table in the corner of the club and took a sip of the drink I still had. I checked my phone to look the time. 1:30 AM. Clearly, Wonnie wasn't going to make it to her shift in the morning which meant that I would more than likely have to pick it up for her. I grabbed my clutch and started to get up to tell Won that I was about ready to leave, when I literally stumbled into someone. I grabbed onto the unknown person for balance and saw the sleeves of a white button up. Embarrassed I looked up at the person, and of course, it was no one other than "Mr. Fine-Ass-Man" himself.

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

I've Got A Secret, I'm Telling Everyone

Don't wanna keep it, I wanna play dumb

Are they being followed? And, if so, by whom? Will the situation escalate?

Characters: Cylas, Lee (still by @kalid-raven ;D)

Words: 2353

Content warnings: Violence, blood, murder (surprise)

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Lee looked up, checking both the rear-view and side mirror with a serious and focused expression. 

“You got an idea who could be following us and why?” he asked, still glancing back and forth between rear-view mirror and street. 

They looked over at him, “Well, I mean... it could be random people trying to mess with strangers, or rob them, or... I don’t know if it even makes sense but I guess it could be those assholes from the rest stop? Can’t say for sure though.” 

“I was thinking the same thing,” he said with a groan. 

Cylas frowned, “You think they’re gonna try anything? Ram the car or try to run us off the road?” 

“I don’t know, not sure how far they’d go. They did seem kinda laid back, but...” he shrugged, “That might’ve just been them being unsure how to act, or thinking their friend would be able to handle it.” 

“Either way, I hope they grow bored and fuck off soon, don’t need some overly confident and self-assured creeps knowing where I live,” she scoffed, “Especially cause there most likely wouldn’t be much I could do except try and avoid or ignore them.” 

“I could let you out early but there’s no guarantee they’ll keep following the car,” he said, frowning while still keeping an eye on the other car, “Serendipity isn’t that big, is it?” 

They shook their head, “Nope. If they figure out I live there, it most likely won’t take them long to somehow find me. Even if they don’t find my exact address, it’s difficult to avoid someone around there, especially if that someone is intent on meeting you.” 

Cylas and Lee sat in silence for a while, getting closer and closer to the town, before the other car suddenly sped up and drove past them, only to then slam on the brakes and stop in a position that was partly blocking both lanes. 

“Ah, fucking hell. Can’t a girl catch a break?” she groaned, letting her head fall back against the headrest with a thud. As predicted, the four men from the gas station got out of the car, slamming the doors with much more force than needed, and her fingers twitched on her thighs. Lee had tensed up as well, watching the men approach. 

“What now?” they said, “I don’t exactly like the thought of being trapped in here with those fuckers blocking the door.” 

Lee didn’t take his eyes of the men and replied, “I should probably just try to turn and drive back into the other direction. Not worth getting into a fight, especially not four on one.” 

“Two,” they corrected before they had time to think about it, “There’s two of us.” 

He took a deep breath, slowly loosening his grasp of the steering wheel, “You sure about this?” 

They chuckled, “I can’t stand people like them, fucking worthless piles of organic waste. Plus, it’s self-defence, isn’t it?” 

“I guess,” he replied, finally glancing over at them, “Where’s your limit?” 

She shrugged, “You wanna beat their heads to pulp, be my guest. Just try not to get yourself killed.” 

Even though a part of him was trying to tell him that this was a bad idea and way too risky, something about the tone of Cylas’ voice convinced him that they were serious, and the look in their eyes showed pure and honest anger. 

“Alright then. You too.” 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him reach for the flashlight, and then she was out of the car, focus zeroing in on the men approaching her side of the car. One of them was the guy who’d harassed her, his nose already bruising, and they did slow down a little when they saw her get out. She figured that they’d probably expected her to run, or scream, or something – instead she stood still, a smile spreading over her face, and slightly tilted her head. Watching. Waiting. 

But then the moment was over and they closed in on her; her former harasser holding a crowbar, the other one what seemed to be a wrench. Not even a screwdriver. People really didn’t seem to get the effectiveness and fun of stabbing someone, just ramming an object into a person’s body and- 

Still, she waited, only just so managing to avoid bouncing on her feet. 

“Gentlemen,” she said softly, inclining her head toward them. This made the second guy falter again, but bruised-and-possibly-broken-nose dude didn’t hesitate to come straight to her and raise his hand, as if trying to let her see exactly what he planned to do. 

However, she dodged out of the way just in the last second, making him stumble. She grinned. 

Simultaneously, a groan could be heard from the other side, and she was sure it hadn’t been Lee. Guy number two looked over, but before he could make any move to leave, Cylas had caught up to him punched him in the stomach hard enough to make him fall to his knees. It was funny how the guys that acted so tough always folded easily. 

Broken-nose man had apparently caught himself and was, once again, nearing her from behind. 

“Come on now mate, this is getting old,” she said, spinning around just in time to sink her blade right into his armpit. The man let out a pretty unmanly scream and dropped the crowbar, instinctively reaching for the wound. 

She giggled, “Really shouldn’t give an opponent such an opening, lifting your arm like that, almost asking to have that used against you.” 

The man looked at her, bared teeth, eyes burning with pain and hatred. His buddy seemed to have recovered as well, although still wheezing, and she was pretty sure what the man before her would do next. So, she stepped back, despite the action bringing her closer to the other guy. Unsurprisingly, gaze still locked onto her and completely oblivious to anything else, Mr Broken-Nose charged at her – and she side-stepped, causing him to ram straight into his buddy. 

“Y’all gotta stop being so predictable for real,” she said in an unsettlingly cheerful voice, before gazing through the car's windows and trying to catch view of Lee. As far as she could tell, he was standing and alright, with only one other man visible and seemingly injured; he wasn’t standing completely straight at least and was holding his side. 

She probably should quit messing around as well. 

While the two guys on her side were still trying to detangle themselves from each other and get up, cursing and swearing at each other the whole time, Cylas bend down to pick up the crowbar. Had the men looked over, they had gotten the view they had harassed her over earlier. She snorted and turned back around to them, being the one closing in on the harasser this time around. He had managed to get up into a kneeling position, and she decided that that was far enough. Her eyes met the one's of his friend, winking at him, before letting the crowbar collide with the other man’s skull, a satisfying crunching sound rewarding her effort. 

Once again, he fell forward, but Cylas caught his shoulder and instead pushed him to the side with ease. His friend, now realising the shitty position he was in, started to crawl back while also trying to push himself up, and she didn’t follow him, instead deciding to step on his knee. Hard. The men screamed, even louder than his friend, and somewhere in the back of her mind she realised that the ‘thwacking’ sound she had heard from Lee’s side had stopped. 

However, she had a plan and she’d follow through with it. The man was still wailing, but she didn’t let that distract her; she decisively grabbed his ankle and pulled him back towards his broken-nosed buddy, who was still on the floor, just groaning and looking around with an unfocused gaze. The mean screamed again, calling out for help, apologising and begging for her to let him go. If he was trying to fight back, she didn’t notice, and just unceremoniously dropped him next to the other one, before rolling him onto his stomach and partially pulling him up by the back of his neck. The men were facing each other now, bruised-nose dude trying to keep his eyes on her and his friend, while the man she was holding was sniffling. 

She smiled, still, and stepped a little closer, opting to hold the man against her chest instead. 

“You wanted something to look at, yeah? Wanted me to show you something?” she asked, eyes locked with the one’s of the man on the floor, who only groaned in response. Not like she’d expected an answer, “I’ll show you something, alright.” 

Apparently having grown somewhat used to the pain, or somehow strengthened by adrenaline, the guy that was pressed to her torso started to struggle, and she rolled her eyes, “Okay, if you’re in such a hurry I’ll just get it over with.” 

Before he could make another sound, she had pulled her knife again and slowly dragged it across his throat, making sure the blood gushing from the cut was dripping all over her former harasser’s head and chest. He seemingly tried to turn his face away, but his movements were very uncoordinated and sluggish, so he still ended up swallowing quite a lot of it, making him gag and choke. 

“Enjoying the view?” she said, grinning, before dropping the other guy’s body right on top of him, “Having fun yet?” 

The man just coughed and sputtered, and she got distracted by the feeling of eyes on her. She looked up to see Lee watching her, his hands, lower arms, and shirt covered in blood, along with some splatters in his face. He let his eyes wander over the scene before him, before meeting her gaze, “Well, are you having fun?” 

“Um, well,” she began, awkwardly shifting her weight and taking a step back, as if she could hide her involvement in the situation, “Yeah, actually. A good way to get out some frustration. What about you?” 

He stared at her for a moment, piercing gaze seemingly analysing her, before he chuckled, “I can’t argue with that. You done there, or...?” 

“Just about, yeah. Probably shouldn’t stick around for too long,” she said, crouching down to slit the last man’s throat as well, “All done. You wanna... move the bodies? I got some cleaning stuff and change of clothes in my backpack, but we really should hurry up.” 

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ve got some bleach, disinfectant and all that as well, did you touch any of their weapons?” 

“The crowbar,” she said, once again grabbing one of the bodies by the ankle, “Wanna just drag them a bit into the forest or the trunk of their car? If anyone comes by, they’ll see the bloodstains anyway.” 

“Let’s do the trunk, faster that way, and you’re right, probably doesn’t really matter.” 

“Alright then,“ she agreed, heading for the men’s car. 

Clean-up was certainly the most annoying part of these situations, but important anyway. Cleaning the weapons and their skin was simple enough, just as getting changed, but Cylas had also left some bloody footprints that they could only attempt to at least roughly remove with water, bleach, and a sponge. They also moved the men’s car to the side of the road, at this time unwilling to waste any more time by taking the long way around. 

Back in the car, Cylas sighed, “This might have been a very dumb thing to do.” 

“Yep,” Lee agreed without hesitating, “But freeing anyway. Otherwise, I would’ve been walking around with that rage simmering under my skin for the next couple... days. Weeks. Whatever.” 

“Same,” they snorted, “I’ll just hope that they made sure no one saw them leave or come after us. Ultimately, police shouldn’t be able to prove what way we went after leaving.” 

He nodded, “Yeah, guess we can only wait and see now.” 

“I can’t wait to take a shower,” they groaned, before perking up a little, “Oh, I just remembered – do you like chocolate? I got a small box of Celebrations at the gas station and was gonna offer to share, but then these guys... happened.” 

“I mean, can’t really say no to chocolate, can I?” 

“Any preferences?” she asked, grabbing the plastic bag and trying to undo the messy knot she had made earlier, before giving up and just tearing it. 

Lee shrugged, “Dunno. I like Snickers, I guess? But anything will do.” 

“Good choice,” she replied, smiling at him, “Let me find one for you.” 

The rest of the drive was spent in mostly silence, save for an occasional chocolate bar request. Cylas and Lee agreed that he’d just drop her off by her cabin, he certainly had more personal knowledge about her now than an address, and they decided to exchange phone numbers. Just in case something came up, or so she could maybe share some info she got from Tony. 

“Okay, good night then, drive safely and thanks for bringing me home,” she said before closing the door. Lee smiled and waved, and then drove off. 

Cylas yawned, and made her way inside, where she was promptly greeted by her cats. While walking towards the bathroom, she pulled out her phone and saw a few messages by Darrell, asking if she was okay. 

Well, shit. They hadn’t meant to worry him, but over all the stress and trouble she had completely forgotten to check her phone. And she had been kind of busy as well. 

“Hey Dee, sorry I’m only responding now. Got a ride with a nice dude, but had to stop at a gas station basically right before Serendipity, but home now. And more than ready to collapse into bed and pass out. Talk to you later,” she wrote and was just about to hit ‘Send’ when she had another thought, “But I swear on everything, these were some of the longest ten minutes in my life so far.” 

@rottent33th @bluecoolr @ace-of-hearts-and-spades @myers-meadow @immortal-velociraptor @solmints-messyocdiary

[loverofpillows]

I Might Come Back for One Day

Hello, everyone! So, some news: I am going to be home alone this labor day weekend. All members of my household will be off doing their own thing. Because of this, I think I'm going to take the opportunity to stuff myself again.

Unfortunately, it's only going to be for one day, as I have a weekend job and don't want to be absolutely stuffed while I work, since there's a lot of manual labor involved in my job. I have decided that I will be stuffing myself on labor day itself. That being said, it's also quite risky, as I will no longer be alone by the end of the day.

But, since I still REALLY want to do this, I'm gonna do it.

So, here's the plan (and a bit of preamble): I found out from my soda and mentos bloat on my trip that soda and mentos make you SUPER hungry. I don't know if it's because it stretches your stomach, or maybe the mintiness has something to do with it (I could feel it in my stomach for a while), but regardless of the cause, I think I'm going to bloat again on Sunday night after work. When my stomach is all settled, I will go to sleep and hopefully wake up RAVENOUS.

Because of my hunger, I'm going to be ordering two breakfasts back to back, one meal from IHOP, another from Denny's. I will eat IHOP first, then late morning I will snack on the Denny's meal. Around lunchtime, I will order from a local breakfast place (because I love breakfast food, plus the portion sizes are INSANE). Then, if I am still hungry, I will snack on a chicken sandwich from a fast food place mid-afternoon, and then around dinner time I will eat a Pizza Hut personal pan pizza before finally ending off with dessert before bed consisting of Dominos lava cakes.

If all goes according to plan, I should have everything consumed by the time everyone returns and be left content with a full, stuffed belly. 🥴

I will be sure to take photos! I am beyond excited! I hope you all have a great day and weekend, and I'll see you Monday!

Oh also, if you're wondering what happened to my bloating video I promised... I kinda forgot about that. Sorry. I'll see if I can upload it when I have time, if there is interest!

One more thing: I'm thinking of no longer having my posts set to mature (unless Tumblr makes me) because I don't think they are as mature as I thought they were. In my head, I was thinking that, because they're belly-kink-related posts, I should automatically mark them as mature. However, I never showed any genitalia, nor do I think I made any of my posts overly sexual. To the, like, two people that follow me who I am pretty sure aren't bots, do you think I should remove the mature tags?

[ruckis--rookie]

I'm gonna complain here for a hot minute as a treat because I almost never do. And I'm not putting it under a read more because I think a lot of people need to see this.

I've been seeing the phrase "better sensitive than whatever the hell humanity was on back in the day" slung around as of recent. While I agree that a lot of stuff has change for the better, there's such a thing as overdoing it.

We've so gone far past tiptoeing into the overly sensitive territory and have started dancing around in it with this fucked up idea of a utopia glorified by ipad babies validating the words of delusional 20 year olds who think they're the main character. We're not leaving room for humans to be human anymore.

It's in human nature to make mistakes, or to have personality, or to have opinions. But so help you make one mistake, or have an opinion that's not harming anyone but the vast majority don't agree with. So help you if you have a few personality traits that may be seen as inherently bad, or have a unique way of doing things. How dare you day such heinous things ten years ago that was acceptable then but isn't now and you most likely don't agree with, IF you can even remember saying it. How dare you not be perfect.

I do think that a lot of this idea was popularized by online culture and a younger generation because genuinely, and the lockdown circa 2018-2021 (or somewhere in that range) certainly didnt help. But do you remember how things work outside? You can't just block someone who gives you trouble or makes you uncomfortable. At least not without causing a scene and looking like you belong in a ward. I genuinely think that there are some things about life that we learned is okay online that we need to unlearn because it's creating even more of a divide between humanity. Eventually we're gonna have the chronically online vs the real people bs.

Not just that but it's SO risky to center your job around being online, or to be an artist online, because "sensitive" people will so quickly find negative things to latch onto and swarm it like a pack of starving piranhas. If you do one thing wrong you can have your job IMMEDIATELY taken from you. You make it virtually impossible for a person to live. I'm sorry but that's messed up and goes against what you're trying to preach. That's not a better tomorrow, that's a fishbowl that people with the same ideals are crowding into and booting anyone who steps out of line.

All this to say while think it's good we learned from the past don't fucking shunt people who have differing opinions or also made mistakes that are arguably more tame. It's not your job to police other people. Quit being a creep and playing social justice warrior. Genuinely one of the best things to do is be the bigger person and walk away. Really weigh the problem at hand because chances are you're blowing it out of proportion.

Go outside and talk to someone, but if they mention how much they like pranking (and I mean the actual good kind not the "going around and antagonizing people with a mic" brand) for the love of God don't say "but that's mean and you should feel bad" SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP OR I WILL PRANK YOU WITH MALICIOUS INTENT YOU UPTIGHT TWAT! Learn to be FUN!

Don't ruin things for others because your perception of X thing is that X thing is hurtful or bad when it's really not, and you're just too sensitive. If you don't like it that's fine don't be a Debby downer. Don't put them on blast and ruin their lives because of it either.

And if this post makes you mad and you feel the need to say something about it? This post was brought to you by viewers like you. Thank you.

[crimsonsapphic]

Not trying to start anything but you said something that hurt a disabled woman who is clearly hurting regarding child loss and/or infertility. It doesn’t matter that you’re also disabled or that you meant it as a joke. Intention doesn’t always matter and disabled people can hurt other disabled people (I’m also disabled, if it matters). It was an overly dramatic joke that’s risky to say to a stranger and it backfired. The least you can do is say sorry rather then trying to act like the person/people you hurt is overly sensitive and socially inept 🤷🏾‍♀️.

Sure, I'm sorry for hurting her, I obviously triggered some trauma and that's hard to deal with. I'm not gonna tag her because I don't think she need to be dragged into that. I do think she came to me in bad faith and automatically assumed hostility and insulted me. That also isn't like, a smart way of dealing with strangers that doesn't step on their toes. She could have just said "hey, this post made me super uncomfortable, I lost some kids and this really hurt, could you delete it?" Instead of insulting me right out of the gate, basically calling me socially illiterate for making a joke that 99% of the time no one would have cared about.

[noaltbruh]

heyy!! hope you’re having a good day so far! i was wondering if i can have some headcanons of abbacchio and fugo reacting to the fem! reader who’s new to the team, and is fairly quiet and chill (and a little bit shy), but has a pretty strong stand? despite her introverted self, she’s kind and doesn’t mind talking to people every once in a while. however, out of everyone on the team, abbacchio and fugo are the only ones the reader rarely talks to unless they go up to her first or she has to talk to them. she doesn’t hate them or anything, rather, she’s a bit intimidated by them (i mean, abbacchio lowkey has a resting bitch face, and giorno has probably told her about how abbacchio wasn’t too fond of him when he joined the team, so she assumed she wasn’t fond of him either. and the reader’s also seen fugo’s outburst at least once while he was tutoring narancia so she figured she should just leave him alone for majority of the time in case she does or says something that’ll trigger him). bonus points if abbacchio and fugo start gaining a crush on the reader, yet she still doesn’t talk to them that much. tysm!! <3

Oh this is such a cute scenario! And yeah, I can't blame the reader, Fugo and Abbacchio need to take a chill pill lol.

Also I'm gonna do them separately, hopefully you don't mind!

Fugo and Abbacchio with a reader who is scared of them 😳

Fugo 🍓

Now, Fugo isn't someone who is quick to trust others, but as long as you don't bother him he won't bother you either. Live and let live, as they say.

Ever since you first met him, he could tell that you didn't exactly look comfortable around new people, and thought it was for the best to just leave you alone. After all, he's quite introverted too, it's better to leave the job to the overly energetic members of the group.

After some time, however, he starts to become a bit self-conscious and begins to wonder if there is something in particular that makes you dislike him. He's seen you talk with most of the squad with no problems, yet...You still keep on avoiding him.

After some self reflection, he realizes that it's most definitely due to his angry outbursts, which makes Fugo feel even worse about himself. His temperament has always pushed people away, and you're the living proof of how much it affects his daily life, while he seems to be incapable of doing anything about it.

As such, he slowly sees the possibility of getting closer to you as a chance to prove to himself that he can control his emotions, instead of them controlling him.

Being the awkward teenager that he is, the thought of having to be the one to make the first move literally terrifies him, so all of his attempts at talking to you at first end up in him making a fool out of himself most of the time lmao.

No but seriously, reader is just chilling in the salon, while Fugo is reading a book in the opposite side of the room. Complete silence fills the place, as the two of you are too shy to speak.

"...Did you know that Australia is wider than the moon?"

"...That's...Uh...Pretty cool"

"...Ok I have to go bye see you-"

And there he goes, leaving the room as fast as he can, probably also dropping his book by accident in the meantime, forcing him to internally scream and lay down in order to pick it up. Mista and Narancia are going to tease him to death for this.

You probably don't even realize that was an effort at starting a conversation, although you must admit, it was pretty fun to see the usual well composed strawberry boy struggling like that for something so minor.

Fugo is almost never sent on missions alone, especially because his stand is way too unstable, and relying solely on it in order to compete a task is quite the risky choice indeed. This leads to the two of you eventually being sent to defeat an enemy together.

This only increase the boy's anxiety and fear of pushing you away even further, you had never seen his stand before, and honestly, he wished you never did, it was the living embodiment of everything he hated about himself.

At the same time, perhaps this was his opportunity to show you that you could trust him, all he had to do was keep his anger under control and defeat the stand. Easy, right?

...To his surprise, however, what he was met with on the battlefield was not what he had mentally prepared for. As soon as the two of you got there, he was impressed to see what a skilled and precise fighter you actually were. He basically stood there in disbelief as you took out the enemy almost all by yourself.

Nonetheless, this was no job for a single person, and as soon as the boy saw you struggling, his stand manifested. He pulled you by your arm and out of Purple haze's range, as the latter took care of defeating the stand user once and for all.

His sudden touch made you flinch for a split second, and the image of the rotting corpse created by the creature surely was not a nice one.

"Nice job, I'm impressed"

He shyly said, giving you a little smile. FINALLY he said something right!...Although it was partially a way to distract you from the horrifying scene in front of your eyes, but he genuinely meant that, I swear.

You muttered a 'thanks' and looked away, convincing him even more that there was just no way to win over your affection.

After you came back home, Fugo watched as you headed towards Giorno's room to get your wounds healed. Since his weren't that deep, he simply went to his own and closed the door behind him, taking a moment to think about all that had happened. You worked together, as a team, and he didn't screw it up!

And to his surprise, it felt...Nice, your stands made a wonderful pair, despite his usual dislike for fighting with the help of someone else.

He gave it some more thought, realizing that maybe...The two of you weren't so different. You were both quiet, introverted, pretty shy...Yet, that didn't stop you from being confident in battle, or from taking with other people.

You thrilled his curiosity, he wanted to be more like you, in a certain way...He started to admire you.

Your distant behavior wasn't going to let him stop you. You could see his genuine yet subtle efforts to gain your attention, including sparing a strawberry of his cake for you, or asking if you'd like to listen to him play the piano.

He's a good observer, so he might even learn a song you like just to please you, but he'll act like he didn't know how much you loved it, if you were to ask him about it.

You'll probably be confused by these little changes at first...Perhaps you'll learn to appreciate them sooner or later.

Abbacchio 🔄

While I follow the "Abbacchio hates Giorno because he reminds him of his past self" headcanon, I also believe that he's not very accepting of newcomers in general.

He's that kind of person who prefers to remain in his comfort zone and finds enjoyment in his stability, but in the moment something changes about it, he reacts in an abrasive manner, which is being a jerk to the new member.

Luckily for you though, you seem to be the kind of person that just follows what she's told, so I don't believe the man would have many occasions to pick on you, you're safe for the most part.

He's actually kind of glad you don't even bother trying to talk to him, he almost forgets you're even around sometimes. Honestly, he doesn't think much of you, and when he sees you nonchalantly talk with another person, he doesn't care. He knows he can be intimidating and doesn't blame you for avoiding him.

However, that does not remain an option for long. In fact, Bruno wants everyone in the team to get along with one another, he doesn't tolerate members completely ignoring each other's presence, which is why, after seeing no sort of progress in your relationship, he decides to send you both investigate and capture an enemy.

Abbacchio rolls his eyes to the sky when he finds out you'll accompany him. He's never seen you in battle, and considering how shy and quiet you are most of the time, he's grown to think that you were nothing but a wimp. Most of the time, he was even surprised to see you come back home alive.

During the mission, on the other hand, you gave him the proof that you were a valuable partner in crime. You followed his orders, did exactly as you were told, and as soon as the situation called for it, the power your stand held forced the other to face reality: you were brave and capable of fighting.

The albino just...Blinked a couple of times, to make sure that what he was looking at was actually real. He didn't interfere further, he only stopped you before the enemy could die, as the two of you were only ordered to capture them, not kill them.

It was from that moment on, that Abbacchio started to gain respect for you. However, that only caused a doubt to emerge in his mind: If you were really that strong, why did talking to him scare you that much? It didn't make sense.

He would never admit it, but a part of him was quite disappointed to see how much you still decided not to even look at him most of the times. He thought that after the battle, you would have at least greeted him without your voice shaking.

Were you waiting for him to make the first move? He's never been good with approaching others...Why do you have to put him in such an uncomfortable position?

You've actually convinced him, at least a little bit, to get out of his comfort zone and accept a change in a positive manner, you've surely made quite an impression on him, let me say this.

He's more mature than Fugo, and is self-aware enough to tall to you in a way that won't come off as entirely awkward or out of the blue.

I can see him offering you some tea as a small chance to bond. That way, the two of you won't even be forced to talk with one another, just spending some time in each other's company while sipping a good cup of tea.

...To be fair though, you've heard stories about what he did to Giorno when he first joined, and you were a but reluctant to accept at first lol.

If you ever saw him listen to music, he'd probably catch your attention before you can leave, wanting to know what kind of genre you like, before asking you if you'd like to listen to something with him.

Overall, he still keeps his distance and will give you lots of space at first, but he believes that little gestures are what really matter when getting to know someone as closed off as you.

He partially likes this, and he waits for the moment when you'll start talking with him freely like you do with the others.

Seeing your little smile during one of your conversations was low-key the moment he felt the most proud of himself in quite a long time.

[poisonouswritings]

hey Ozzy [trips and falls down a flight of stairs]

nsfw sage hcs? brain rot is reaching towards the deep parts of my brain that don't reach the sunlight

be as detailed and explicit as u want 👉👈

anyways, I'm gonna crawl into your floorboards

thanks ozzy!

*under my floorboards are just a bunch of tubes like hamster city so have fun. You might run into some ferrets tho*

GN!Reader, am I calling myself out with some of these? yes. but you people will never know which ones, NSFW ofc, All LL Characters Are Switches In My Mind, Hopefully this is long enough (that's what he said hahaha)

Sage Lesath

Alright here's some stuff I think he's into and some explanations as to why:

Right out the gate,, marking. Biting and bruising and that sorta thing, and it goes both ways. He likes being able to see that you're his and he's yours. It makes him feel safe and reassured that you aren't gonna leave him and also it's just kinky.

Also,, um,, cumming on/in you, or vice versa. For the same marking reasons.

In that same vein,,, piss. Cats use piss to scent mark things.

Knife/blood play is canon so,, like,,, yeah.

Begging. He wants to hear you beg. He really wants you to make him beg. Please.

He canonically liked it when you threatened him a little so,, yeah be mean to him,,, but I also think he'd like a soft Dom too. Kiss his forehead and call him a good boy and he melts

Risky/public. He's gonna fuck you in an alleyway at some point.

Also likes teasing you under the table when you guys are out places but isn't really trying to get you caught so don't worry.

Primal play. He wants to drive you to that point of pleasure where your brain shuts off and you're just going on instincts. I guess you could also say overstimulation/aheago for the same reasons

Also just,, being messy in general? Leaving your clothes all over the place and drooling/spitting and being covered in sweat and etc etc.

I think Lungs?? said this once but,, seeing your makeup run from tears/sweat,,, he sure do be into that

Breeding. Is that his cat instincts or does he just like the idea of you being full of him and tied to him forever? That Is Not For Me To Know.

S,,size difference,,,, if you're bigger than him then he is a smol kitty cat and if he's bigger than you then he is a fearsome feline >:3 either way he's happy

Being,, like,,, in water? Or swimming? I'm not sure if that's a thing persay but he being able to float.

Reg you mentioned that Sage seems like the kinda dude who would cum while giving head,, and like,,, yeah. Yeah he would. Yeah he do.

Pull 👏 he 👏 hair 👏 and 👏 he 👏 tail 👏

For some HCs

Probably the most 50/50 switch.

Kitty cat cums a lot. And when he does cum he usually wraps his tail around you (or tries to, depending on the position y'all are in). He likes knowing you're close.

H,,,,,he,,,,,,,heats,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I'll willingly call myself out for this one. Sorry not sorry.

Sage,,, giving head,,,, you scratch behind his ears,,,,, purring,,,,,, instant vibrator. Also, Egg Anon, you asked about if his dick would vibrate when he purrs,,,,,,,, I'm gonna say yes. Which means cock-warming would be insane because he'd just start purring and you'd fucking die.

In a modern!AU (or if y'all just have access to sex toys) I feel like he'd definitely have you wear a vibrator under your clothes and he'd just mess around randomly with the remote. Keep it on a low level most of the time but when you guys are walking/not around people you know he'll suddenly crank it to max. He is nice enough to let you take breaks tho. And if you wanna swap roles then he's more than happy to go along with it.

Sub!Sage is such a brat. He likes being punished a little bit (spanking, extended edging, etc.) but he's not overly fond of,, like,,, being called worthless or whatever. Like if you call him your slut or something then he (really) likes it but also, really, he needs a lot of love and a lot of reassurance that he's yours.

Mating press??? Thigh fucking???? Yeah definitely. He probably has some weird positions to try out with you, depending on what you can pull off.

I have no idea who said it but there's a post somewhere that mentions that if you sit on Sage's lap he is instantly horny,, and like,,, yeah

By the same token if he's being a horny bastard and you casually cup his cheeks and smooch the tip of his nose and call him a cute kitty then he will melt in your arms and demand pets.

In as much as he enjoys kinky sex (and ohohoho he does enjoy it) he also really likes soft sex!! I don't, think,, that,,, he's ever really had soft/affectionate sex before? Like the first time you try it he kinda instinctually starts getting rougher but you scratch his ears and kiss his forehead and tell him to slow down,, it's okay,,, you're not going anywhere,,,,, and suddenly he's shy and fumbling a little because he just isn't prepared for it. He ends up liking it a lot more than he can verbalize.

Also I think that,, like,,, the first few times you guys have soft/affectionate sex it's kind of emotionally draining? He has to be way more vulnerable than usual and he's just exhausted afterwards. And at first he's a little confused because He's Done Way Rougher And Been Okay So Why Can He Barely Keep His Eyes Open Now?

Baby it's because this is the first time you've felt truly safe!! He lays his head on your chest and curls up on top of you and you stroke his hair and he quickly falls asleep with a little smile on his face.

Just,, the dumbest possible safe words. He purposefully picks ones that'll make you both laugh because it makes it a little easier to get out of the scene that way.

Roleplay! Some of it is kinkier (like pretending you guys are rival mercs trying to decide who gets the bounty and you have to try and 'overpower' each other) but some of it is sweeter (like pretending he's a cursed prince locked away in a tower and you're the dashing rogue who defies the crown to rescue him and sweep him off his feet - that one makes him particularly flustered but it also puts a warm fluttering in his chest) too.

I think he really will try just about anything once. As long as you guys talk extensively beforehand about hard/soft limits, safe words, etc - aka as long as he can assure your safety - then he's happy to try it.

On a sadder note I think that he probably has spent years allowing people to push/break his boundaries because it was the only way he could get anyone to stay,, so initially he really is willing to do anything you want. You have to gently talk through it with him, remind him that he's allowed to say no to things he doesn't like, promise him you really won't mind at all, explain that you love him just as much as he loves you so of course you want to protect him. It's a conversation he never thought he'd have to - get to? be worthy enough to? - have. There are tears to be sure but I think it's overall a positive experience and one he desperately needed to have.

Lucan de Bhaldraithe

Stuff I think he's into and why:

Headpats! And praise! He is a puppy :) Also I think that while he does have his strong convictions and he does believe the actions he takes are ultimately morally necessary in the grand scheme of things,,, idk sometimes a bitch just needs to be told he's a good boy, y'know?

L,,le,,,,leash. Bondage in general but especially a leash. He loses control of himself when he's the Red Wraith so knowing you can tame him does a lot to calm him down.

Playful chasing? He likes getting to grab you from behind and spin you around a little bit. Makes him feel stronk and it usually makes you laugh. And he really likes your laugh!

Biting. Monch. Please leave marks on him :) he'll leave some on you too so it's fair :)

Cuddle fucking!! Whether it's you holding him or him holding you, you guys are together and being cute and in love and that makes him happy :) a spot of wholesomeness in a world of corruption and all that.

I'm not entirely sure this counts as a kink but like,, fucking in non-standard places? Like not necessarily in public (though I don't think he'd mind that) but just in random places. Stairwells, bathrooms, the roof/balcony, so on and so on. His ultimate goal is to fuck in basically every surface of the house. Lofty ambitions.

Realistically,, al,,,,also pissing,,,,, for the same scent marking reasons as Sage. Sorry. I don't make the rules. I just write whatever I think is funny.

Doggy style! Also allows for prime hug position mwahaha. If he's fucking you then he will just wrap his arms around your waist and randomly go limp to smush you into the bed because he thinks it's funny.

Dress up/Cosplay! I think if you wear thigh highs his brain goes directly out the window. If you're able to show him old cosplay pics of you then,, sorry those just become a porno magazine to him.

,,,,, look I gotta say it,,,,, p,,,,, panties. I think part of it is a smell thing and part of it is a visual thing but I'm all saying is if you wrap your underwear around his cock and jerk him off like that he will enjoy it.

Facesitting? Yeah. Yeah. Definitely.

I guess you could also put this under 'unusual places' but something about fresh air and birdsong makes him wanna fuck in the forest. Idk. It's an animal thing.

For some HCs:

60% sub 40% dom

He likes being really soft :) and sweet :) and gentle :) and then out of nowhere suddenly demolishing you :) and then giving you really sweet and loving and gentle aftercare :) he's gotta keep you in your toes y'know. Expect the unexpected and all that.

A lot of panting and a lot of drooling. Also, like,, growling. I just think he's very vocal in general and he also likes it when you're vocal. That probably leads to you getting caught several times but, really, it's Elowen's own fault for coming home two hours before she said she would.

Sometimes he's like,, really sleepy because he's been running around all day (or all night depending on how legal the activities were),,, and he'll just fall asleep inside you. Takes him a couple minutes to wake back up. He says he'll make it up to you ;) but then he falls asleep again so you'll just have to pick it back up after his nap.

Kn,,, knot????? Heat, sure, but knot?????????

Also yeah he goes fucking rabid during his heat. And if something happens that triggers his corruption? Rip your entire body you will not be able to move for three days. He'd be good at taking care of you tho

You try to punish him for something and he whimpers and gives you Puppy Eyes and,,, like,,,, how can you possibly be mean to him??? You can't. And he knows it. Bastard.

His tail wags soooo much the entire time. Does not matter who's doing what. He's happy to be with you and he is gonna show it damnit.

If he isn't careful he really could fuck you through the bed. Like. He will crack the fucking mattress frame if he gets too excited. And he'll be fucking proud of it too.

Balsam

Stuff I think he's into and why:

I do think he's the most naturally gentleman-ly of the trio but I also think he will not hesitate to say the most depraved and degrading shit if it'll get you both off. He won't mean any of it, and he always makes sure to give you lots of praise and love afterwards. But just be aware he is perfectly capable of being disgusting.

He can also be very sweet and praising though!! It all just depends on the mood you guys are in. He's pretty good at reading your mood but he's also very good at communicating!! If he isn't sure about something he will just fucking ask!! How sexy and mature of him.

Y'know how there was this thing going around in TikTok where people were like 'I made fun of piss fetishes so much I developed one'? Yeah. He spent years making fun of Sage and Lucan only to wind up developing one himself. Cruel irony. He's learned to accept it but he isn't exactly proud of it either.

M,,mutual masturbation? Is that what that's called? Masturbating while watching each other is what I'm trying to get at but I think mutual masturbation is basically giving each other handies. Which he's also into so count this one as a two-fer.

Trying to stay quiet. Mostly when you're trying to be silent and then he makes you moan really loudly.

Idk. He might gag you at some point. It's in the cards. Specifically a ring gag cause. Y'know. I don't have to spell it out. *Cough*sloppybjpotential*cough*

I guess I could just say BDSM in general but I don't think he's particularly sadistic or anything! Just likes the dirty/taboo aspect. I mean he definitely can and will get rough but he's just Like That. So. Y'know.

Um. I dunno. Maybe he likes being called 'sir' sometimes. Y'know. It happens. You call him that in public as a joke and he casually just picks you up and takes you to the nearest available (semi/mostly-private) space because You Fucking Asked For It.

For some HCs:

70% dom 30% sub

Okay yes I know that bulls aren't attracted to the color red, it's the waving of the flag that does it, but y'know what else I know? I know that if you wear red underwear that Balsam will be attracted to it. Partially because he thinks you're a massive fucking dork and partially because, hey, red is a nice color.

I also know that this man will wait until he is balls-deep inside of you, when you're squirming around begging him to fuck you already, to look you in the eye and make a fucking pun. A bad pun. Because he thinks the way your eyes go from being hazy with arousal to burning with annoyance is hilarious. And yes he is willing to sacrifice an orgasm just to prove that.

If he gets home really late (probably was out drinking with the boys) and he's horny and he sees you're asleep then he'll just go to the bathroom,,, which is fine and all except it's now 5 in the morning and he's asleep on the toilet and he won't wake up and you really need to pee

If you're sore/tired afterwards then he runs around taking care of you as best he can. Sometimes you gotta remind him to sit down and take a break himself because charging headfirst into things is Not Always The Answer. Best way to do it is just to crawl on top of him so he has no choice but to nap.

I,, cannot possibly tell you why I think this because it popped into my head randomly like a thunderbolt thrown by Zeus,,, humming. I honestly am not sure how to further explain. I think he hums. Maybe even sings a little. Like if he's giving head and he does it then it kinda makes sense because of the vibrations but he just does it whenever. He might make a game out of having you try to sing along but you're both panting/grunting/moaning/whatever to see who can hold it together the most.

If you have a certain part of your body that you're insecure about he gives it a lot of kisses/nips. If you're having a particularly bad episode then he'll just fully stop fooling around and hold you and encourage you to vent about it. He knows he can't magically make things better, but at least he can listen and be there for you.

Honestly just,, in general,,, he is the most likely of the three to notice when something is off and stop to ask you about it. Or if he's feeling off to stop and talk to you about it. His first and foremost priority is how you feel, and he knows you love him enough to not be upset if he has to stop things for his own sake. It happens sometimes. No shame in it. I'm not sure whether to categorize it as him being the most mature or him just being the most self-confident? Like I think Lucan and Sage (especially Sage) have worse self-esteems and that does kinda cause them to hide their own feelings, which can make it a little difficult for them to notice yours if it's more subtle. Balsam is pretty good at not doing that.

He pretends to fall asleep one time and smushes you but then he can't stop snickering and laughing because Haha He's So Funny and like,, he is inside you at that moment and he laughs hard so. Y'know. Ha Ha.

Ha.

[chicoriii]

Season 4, Episode 26 - Réplique (La Dernière Attaque de Papillombre - Partie 2) \ Strike Back (Shadow Moth's Final Attack - Part 2)

I start with my predictions for this episode in the post about Risk: I have mistaken the dog Miraculous with the fox, hahahaha!!! It was because I hadn't paying much attention to the image (since it was a spoiler I didn't want to see), the dog and the fox Miraculous users have very similar orange colors (so really, the dog should have used darker brown color), and I was sure Félix had fox-like tail on the picture. I had to imagine it, since I assumed in advance that he got the fox, there was no other options.

Personally I preferred Risk over Strike Back, that's the first time when I liked the first part of the finale more than the second. Though both episodes were better than the rest of season 4. It's because I'm disappointed by the Shadow Moth's plan. Risk had promised an epic battle, in which Gabriel will do something very risky and unusual to him. But in fact he wasn't risking anything, he only sent a very boring sentimonster, very similar to his first akuma: Stone Heart, who is just mindless monster destroying everything in its path. He wasn't even showed up to the heroes or something, just waiting for Ladybug making a big mistake, he did nothing as himself really. So for what was the whole big travel, confiding his wife's ring and his son to Nathalie like he thought he could die soon. He was overdramatic for nothing. So well, though the battle scenes were not bad at all, there were still better than usual, I was expecting something even bigger, more epic.

But I need to say I really, really loved Risk, this boy was so cute with his bravery. Just look at him. So adorable little frog boy. Now I want a frog Miraculous, please. *_* And I want to see him in the future, but that's probably not gonna happen. And I want to draw him, maybe someday.

It's another time I don't know what to say next, because I have too many thoughts in my head and I'm worried that I will forget about something.

Another thing I didn't like in the episode the most. Nothing has changed, Marinette was still treating Alya like a sacred cow. She didn't learn anything even after discovering that her best friend betrayed her trust, did something related to Miraculous without asking the guardian for the permission AGAIN. She immediately forgave her like nothing happened. I'm sure that if that was any other person, including Chat Noir, her reaction would be totally different. We've seen in the New York special that one Chat's big mistake had made her very angry at him and lost all her trust in him (even if only for a moment). On the other hand, she is showing that Alya can do anything, there woul never be consequenced, Marinette is completely losing the rest of her rationality when it comes to her. Is she really in love with Adrien, isn't Alya love of her life?

"I can't lie to my best friend" blablah, how we are supposed to buy it if Marinette was able to lie to Alya all three seasons and then all of sudden, it became impossible to her in the fourth one? That's not a good excuse that they can't lie to their friends or boyfriends or anyone else. They can, they just don't want, because it's more comfortable. Or they keep in secret what's needed for the greater good, or they should not be superheroes. They can't have a cake and eat it at the same time. Chat Noir also "can't" keep the secret who he is from Ladybug anymore, so why she isn't letting him what she lets her best friend? That's risky because he can be akumatised? Alya can be as well and tell all her secrets to their enemy. Hypocrisy, double standards and favouritism are remain. In previous seasons Marinette was the one who is overly careful, this season a sudden shift in her behavior happened, at least when it involves her best friend. It was reckless Alya who kept her head on straight at the moment. She was aware she can't be a fox Miraculous holder (at least not a permanent one) when Shadow Moth knows she is still active. For Marinette friend favours were still more important than being a responsible guardian. Bravo for Alya, that was the first time this season when she was really noble, unlike Marinette at that moment, she learned her lesson and she understood that there are more important things that having fun as a superheroine. She had to punish herself (giving up on the Miraculous), seeing the guardian was unable to do that. Though being selfish at that moment would actually made things a bit better at the end (they would not lose the fox at least), but the girls had no chance to know that.

But really, I still think Rena Furtive being a permanent Miraculous holder was totally pointless. In all episodes from 18 to 24 we haven't seen her being active even once, so we have no evidences that she was doing anything all that time. It means, Marinette just could have given her the fox when she was needed, like she did with every other Miraculous holder.

I can't believe, Félix was was present in only four episodes in total, but he had achived much more than Gabriel throughout all four seasons. Compared to him, Gabriel looks like a pathetic villain even more. If there was no Félix giving him most of the Miraculous on the silver plate, Gabriel's plan would be a total disaster. Once the frog boy got discovered as an akuma, beating him was quite easy, there was no much problems with the sentimonster as well. It was also so lovely to see Félix blackmailing his uncle that he could say Adrien about his mother being hidden in the basement.

So yeah, as I said in my previous post, Adrien's cousin is too good at evil to appear in many episodes, the main characters would have many more problems then. If only he wanted to be an everyday villain. But it looked like he wasn't interested at getting the ladybug and cat Miraculous, fighting with heroes or whatever more. He just wanted the peacock.

I know what that means. Majority of the fandom is all happy that most probably they all were right that Félix is a sentimonster. I can't deny that we got very hard evidences. He was interested only in the peacock and he said he doesn't need Emilie's ring anymore. So it looks like the ring contains his amok, but since he has the peacock Miraculous, no one could control him, so he's safe.

But personally I still hope it isn't true, as I said before I think any "normal" character being a sentimonster, no matter who, doesn't make sense, it would mean that the sentimonster writing is totally fucked up. The show's narration treats every single other one like a tool, even in this episode Strike Back monsters were thrown into magma and no one cared even for a moment. In one of the previous episodes Chat told that akumas are persons, but not sentimonsters. It doesn't really make sense if every single sentimonster, no matter if it looks like a human being or not, is just a tool, but only this one is different and treated by the narration like a person. If Félix is a sentimonster then it means that we have seen persons being killed on screen casually, also by the heroes, in a kid show. Also I don't want Félix who is now one of my favourite characters to be a one. And some other things give me questions. If the ring contains his amok, Nathalie should have sense that Félix is a sentimonster, and then she could have just transform into Mayura, got the ring, and gain total control over him instead of fighting him. Unless Gabriel wasn't aware that the ring is an amoked object. And it also doesn't look like Amelie is aware that her son is a sentimonster, but how she could if she wasn't gave birth to him, he was created by the magical power? Or why he didn't consider gaining the ladybug and cat Miraculous to get a wish like becoming a real human or a sentimonster who can't be controlled by anyone and erased from the existence? So though we got hard evidences, it doesn't add up fully, but knowing that this show has some major plot holes, it still could be true.

Félix was able to make use of every single information he gained to get what he wants. Gabriel got some "gifts" from Ladybug that he completely missed. If he was smarter, he could have discovered Ladybug's identity or used some of her mistakes against her. Even just after events of S3 finale, he could have noticed that almost all the Miraculous users are from Adrien's class, so instead of telling Optigami to go after teens who had jewels, it could have following other girls to see if one of them is Ladybug. There were other occasions. He discovered that Ladybug and Alya are so close to each other, so when the new ladybug Miraculous user appeared out of nowhere, that wasn't hard to suspect that she could be the same person who was Rena Rouge. But he completely ignored that extremely important information. The same when Cat Walker appeared, and he discovered that there's conflict between Chat Noir and Ladybug. He hasn't even tried to take advantage of the moment when their partnership was so weak.

What he will do next, is he going to remain being a pathetic villain who's wasting most of the occasions to gain any advantage over Ladybug and Chat Noir? He have not only almost all the Miraculous from the Chinese box, but he also know that Ladybug and Rena tricked him, so Alya Cesaire is indeed someone very close to Ladybug. Is he going to finally use that information? Probably not? And what he will plan to do with all these jewels. Knowing him he could be enough crazy to wear them all at once. Or maybe he will try to find more allies, like it's happening in fanfics in which he get access to additional Miraculous. Both Lila and Chloé seems to be perfect candidates. I hope that Lila will get the fox, I think she fits it more than any other character in the show, even Alya.

There's one more thing I'm thinking about. Most probably Félix still has Nathalie's tablet, so if they hadn't copied translation of the grimoire, they don't have access to the information about other Miraculous they could need to use them properly. They are not that stupid to not have have backup of that much important thing, right? And I've checked on the Miraculous Wiki is there's something about when we can expect the start of season 5 and I've seen someone in the comments saying that Gabriel just can use the rabbit to discover the heroes' identities. Yes, but I wonder if he knows about the burrow and how to use it properly? Is there an instruction in the grimoire? Even if yes, from what I remember it was said that Fu hasn't translated everything. Marinette knows how to use burrow thanks to adult Bunnix.

So I wasn't right that Gabriel realized that Félix was pretending to be Adrien in the scene in which "Adrien" said he doesn't want to go on a trip in Risk. But then I don't understand why he started acting weird at some point.

Hyperventilating Ladybug was one of the most serious things that happened in this show ever, it was like she got panic attack. And I just realized that we got one great Ladrien scene this season. I'm not sure, but there weren't any more in S4, right?

All of a sudden, Marinette fully understood how much she was unfair to Chat Noir only because she lost all her other allies. If Félix didn't steal her yoyo, nothing would have changed in her attitude towards him. That wasn't satisfying at all. I don't mean she should have lost him as well, but it would have looked much better if she understood that faster, not when she had no other choice but start treating him like a partner again, not unwanted sidekick. It's not looking really sincerely when Chat Noir is the only one hero who remains. It would feel much better if she chose him as her main partner again when she still had Alya and other options, because she appreciates him.

Adrien is too softhearted and he forgave her everything like it was nothing, and he still sees her as perfection That's not healthy, this boy can be easily used by people he cares about. Though of course, there's no time to hold a grudge. They need to be become better partners than ever before, now when there are no other superheroes anymore but Ladybug and Chat Noir and there are more potential supervillains. Adrien can't be mad at her now even if she deserves it. Saving Paris from the crazy man is more important than his hurt feelings.

Oh, I just realized that Ladybus was all blushing when Chat appeared and there was a thunder rumble. The whole thing felt a lot like the famous final scene from Origins, there was only an umbrella missing. So okay, it looks like it was the moment in which Ladybug felt in love with Chat Noir? It could have been a nice scene, if not that it wasn't believable to me anymore, after all those bad things what have happened between them this season.

Sadly, I didn't like how much melodramatic the end of the episode was and that the Parisians were chanting only Ladybug and Ladybug, like Chat was completely forgotten.

So well, I remember there was a spoiler ages ago that in season 5 Ladybug is going to look for lost Miraculous, now we know what it meant. It wasn't about searching for jewels from other miracle boxes.

I wonder what Su-Han is going to do now. He can't be just a useless jerk anymore, he needs to start helping Marinette like he should have from the start. Knowing him he will try to take away her status of a guardian seeing how incompetent she is, but something will stop him from doing that. And no one should blame him.

And what about Luka, there was nothing explaining why he knows identities of both heroes in the whole season, it was just like it happened only because he is the writers' favourite character. Maybe it would change in season 5, but please do not portray him like a prince on a white horse who will save Marinette and Adrien. I would not stand it, same as her having zero problems with Luka lying to her all the time about that.

What about that thing what Adrien found? I hope it's going to be essential later in season 5 and maybe thanks to it, he will discover that his father is Hawk Moth.

Besides, I noticed that both finale episodes don't have their end cards, I wonder why.

As I said above, I've checked that season 5 is going to premiere this summer, I expected that it will happen this year. But I'm worried that we are going to get the episodes released in even more chaotic order than S4. I hope that at least the first episode will be released as first. I was very worried that I'm not going to watch the next season willingly. Thankfully, this finale gave me hope that S5 is going to be much better, though due to the fact they ruined some important things to me, this show will never be as much liked by me as it was before season 4 started airing.

[norasole]

Nick & Nora Headcannons

Nick Valentine & Nora Sole

Nora mostly goes by Sole, she was the Sole survivor of her vault and she's known by that. She doesn't go by Nora much. It's her name, but everybody mostly just calls her Sole.

It fits, she left Nora behind the day the bombs dropped. Nate died and Shawn missing. She had to make a new life.

Nick became her new life.

They started out as Partners, he was helping her find Shawn. His selfless act in the memory den, putting himself in so much danger for her; that's when she started falling for the old synth.

She and Nick worked more cases together, they set up 2 Valentines their head quarters at their private home together at Croup Manor.

Nick doesn't really like it there, it gives him the spooks; but he likes that Soles happy. They still visit the office and work with Ellie too.

Home though, Nick and Sole aren't really into Monogamy, that kinda thing went out with the bombs. They love who they love, Nick still cares about Jennifer Lands, the love who was murdered by Eddie Winter. Nora still loves Nate, they carry those memories with them. But they also make room for new loves.

Nora is a synth, and slowly comes to terms wirh that. She doesn't know how or why, but Nick is a synth too and she doesn't care, he's still a person to her.

Nick doesn't like it when she does the risky or the overly bloody jobs. He likes helping people and he'll fight like hell, but he wishes she'd go looking for trouble less. Those good neighbor jobs aren't his favorite but he also knows he's just protective of her.

The more Nick discovers his own humanity the more he finds himself in love with Nora. His Sole, his girl, his Partner. They have each other's back. They help the commonwealth because they're both the type who care about helping others.

Nora misses the times when there was built in communtiy, she sees all the fracturing and hates it. So she works hard and takes the jobs no one wants to help synths smd their reputation. She's somewhat of a legend so she uses that to her advantage. When people think good of her she can then share that she's a synth and challenge their ideas of bad evil synths.

She and Nick take jobs and work through the commonwealth issues.

We find Captain Whitlocks message to old Nick together, we keep it in our files at home.  A reminder. The captain and Eddie Winter are as much responsibility for making Nick as the Institute is. We don't forget the corruption of the past, nor its tragedy.

Gets the 10th Eddie Winter Tape

Travels to Croup Manor: we are gonna talk about this at home!

We went home and regrouped and from there decided to take Eddie down.

This was our most important case yet. We still hadn't found Shawn but we had no leads except some random scientist in the Glowing Sea. So we'd been focused on work and Cases: and then we honed in on Eddie Winter.

It was revealing for Nick to figure out who he was and get ownership over his future. We were doing that together.

Nick and I rescued a group of settlers in Concord. We met Preston Garvy of the Minutemen, his group was really traumatized. Nick & I fought off the raiders and decided to lend a hand. I mean, that's what we do. It's who we are, Nick and I escorted their group to Sanctuary, ironic it was my old neighborhood. Where I left so much of myself behind. Their rag tag group has been through a lot. The Quincy Masacre was ugly, and the Longs especially went through it. Hunting for Shawn, missing my son, Mama Murphy least tells me he's alive. The Longs, their child is gone. I can't even imagine their pain. Marcy is very bitter and my heart goes out to her. I tread lightly around her, I try to give her a wide berth so she has space to feel her feelings without intrusion.

A lot of folks out here live in pain, there is not much safety in the wasteland.

Preston seemed like a good sort. So I decided to tell him who I am. My story. He seemed trustworthy and caring to open up to. I stayed and helped them rebuild a bit in the old neighborhood. I can't stand to stay there, but the old place is safe haven for them and they deserve that.

After lending a hand to helping rebuild, Preston needed more help. I have a lot going on, but Nick and I weren't on an immediate case, and Nick likes helping the settlers. We have some of the strongest hardware, tech, and firepower in the commonwealth. If anyone is gonna take on Raiders and issues. It's me and Nick.

I gave the Longs my old house. I made a shrine for their son in Shawn's room. It doesn't bring him back, but I hope it gives them a private place to grieve him.

Jun Long came and talked to me about his son, giving him a space to grieve was a gift that helped me too. Maybe he can grieve for both of us.

The Longs memorial room is surprisingly cheery, except for the headstone. Jun and I worked on it together, after Marcy told me he mostly sleeps in there. We made him a bed there too.

March has a soft spot for kids though, and as Sanctuary began to expand, we decided to make The Little Long Memorial Park, in honor of their son and to make a safe haven so no more children have to die, they can play and live in safety.

I think it helped Jun, we went through Lexington and Concord to Salvage stuff. I even managed to lug a bunch of things from Nuka World and that was such a do to. But in the end, the Park looked great and it was really good to see a smile on Juns face for once. Marcy even cracked a little. She's bitter. She misses being a mother, but she lets all the kids come to Shawn's room, the memorial room, to play and smile. They love the Park too.

I hope I can bring Shawn someday. But even if I can't, we made something safe, for someone.

[kenmasgameboy]

PIPSQUEAK

a kuroo x gangmember!reader

summary;

" you like to cause a bit of trouble, pipsqueak?"

" pipsqueak? seriously?"

Life for you got turned upside down after your first year at Nekoma high. Realizing it was too dangerous, your parents sent you back to live in Miyagi and attend Karasuno with your old friends. Kuroo Tetsuro, the Police Chiefs son, comes into contact with you in the most unexpected way possible, bringing trouble wherever you both go.

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Prologue.

      High school was never that interesting to you. Though, you'll admit that it was a good way to help the days pass. You always found different games to help.

At first, games to you meant sneaking out of the house, slashing tires, almost getting arrested, going to parties. You had a bad reputation. You had been mixed up with all the wrong people before at your old school. But now you were going to turn your life around. Even if that means that now games to you would mean studying. Kind of.

         The closest you'd probably get to your new life would be getting in trouble for minor things at school. For example, falling asleep in class was a specialty of yours. Truly, an art form. Waking up to that sweet slap of a ruler against your desk was better than any alarm clock you'd ever hear. The rush in your chest, the heat to your cheeks, the sweaty palms. Incredible. But that is it. You promised your mother that this year you would be making her proud at Karasuno. You wouldn't be hanging out with those "thugs" as she liked to call them. You would keep up, maybe pay attention, and maybe make some more real friends.

       The truth was that school never felt like a real challenge to you. Sure there were plenty of difficult subjects that made you feel stupid but you always kept out of the drama, minded your business, and kept your head down. It was fine. There really was a target on your back now that you were the new girl at school though, and you had adjusted week by week meeting new people and reuniting with some old ones, too. But ultimately you decided the social system just wasn't made for you. There wasn't really a good place for you to fit in, or maybe it just wasn't comparing to the kind of family you made before.

      Today was one of those days where your motivation was at its peak, you were taking good notes. Studied for a quiz, been overly diligent. Then that sweet beautiful sound of the lunch bell rang, you pulled out your food, grabbed your skateboard, and left the classroom in a bit of a hurry. As you were leaving you started to hear a conversation:

      Dude, don't worry, I have it completely handled. Watch...

      "(Y/N)!" Narita, your classmate called for you once you exited the room and into the hallway. He stood next to Ennoshita who looked like he would explode any second. You knew Narita, him and Ennoshita were in Class 4 with you and you really didn't have that many real friends at school but you wouldn't mind calling them that. They were some of the friends you were reunited with from middle school, they were a big comfort to you when you transferred in.

      "Hey, how's it going?" You slowly walked over, trying to find your excuse to leave and take a nap without seeming impolite.

      "Great, good. Thanks, yourself?" Narita answered for him and Ennoshita. He also seemed in a hurry for some reason but was much worse at covering it up.

      "Pretty tired, but uh, for the most part—" You started but your sentence didn't last long.

      "You should come to my party! Uh— Our party. We're having a party it would probably wake you up. It's in Tokyo! I mean—" Narita came in strong.

       "Nice, buddy. You really do got this handled." Was all Ennoshita followed it up with, "Gotta go, see you guys in class."

       "A party?" You laughed a little, just because these guys were anything but the partying type. You started walking and Narita was following you like a hawk, "Don't you guys have volleyball practice or something?"

        "Yeah, of course. But not this Friday night! I mean technically we do but we'll be done at 6:30. Party can start at 7:30." Narita followed up, "All the volleyball guys will be there, too. We have a summer training camp in Tokyo starting on Monday so this is kind of the only day we can get everyone together. We already had our friends from Nekoma invite pretty much everyone they knew."

       "N-Nekoma, huh?" Your smile wavered, "That sounds like it'll be really fun for you guys. Thanks for the invite, but I don't really know anyone on your team. Plus, I can't get to Tokyo by 7:30." You said, declining as well as you could without making your answer too suspicious.

       "Well, yeah about that. Um, by 'it's in Tokyo' what I meant to say was Tokyo guys will be there. They're volleyball players, too, actually." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck and adjusting his satchel, trying his best to act cool and lean against the vending machine you were using.

       "So, it's a Volleyball mixer with you guys and a bunch of guys from Tokyo but it's not in Tokyo? Where is it, then?" You asked for the elaboration, kind of liking this dancing way to get to the point.

        "Yes, well and other schools in Miyagi, too. It's a lot of schools, I mean I'm talking Nekoma, Fukorodani, Aoba Johsai, Johzenji, Date Tech, Shiratorizawa.. maybe.. Inarizaki.. and more.. again maybe. But it's at Kinoshita's house. Which is still kinda far, but it has a pool! His family is loaded and they'll all be gone this weekend." Narita finally got to the point.

        "Sounds like it'll be a good time for you guys. I'm happy for you, sounds like you've made a lot of friends from other schools." You cheers'd your milk to him and started walking again to find a place to eat.

        "No, no. Girls will be there, too. It's kinda the whole point."

        "You really have to work on your pitch." You said plainly.

        "Please, I need your help (Y/N). I was put in charge of getting girls to come to this party." Narita begged, you couldn't help but let out a laugh at his desperation. In all your years of knowing him and being in the same classes you had never seen him talk to a single girl who wasn't in a group project or something related to it.

        "Why you?"

        "It was either me or Tanaka."

        "Oh, then definitely you are the better choice." You agreed, having known just from the previous stories he's told you. "Interesting proposition. I'll think about it."

       "You'll think about it and say yes?" He tried, "Every time I talk to a pretty girl I feel like I'm going to throw up, I can't talk to groups of girls and invite them to a party. But you're likable, more well known now since you're the new girl."

       "First of all, rude that I don't make you want to throw up. I'm pretty, sometimes."

       "Fair."

        "How about, I'll say yes if you tell me who it is you have a crush on, which girl you most want at this party then I'll help out." You offered. Narita thought for a minute as you started eating your lunch.

       "Fine." He nodded, "This is my duty to my boys." Then he leaned into your ear and whispered the name of the prettiest and smartest girl in your class: Ichika Yua. Ichika was going to be a tough sell.

       "Alright. A deals a deal. You've given me a secret and I will do what I can do. How many girls do you need, anyway? Are we going for a 1:1 ratio or..?"

       "No, these guys need a much higher chance I think. Let's try a 4:1 ratio."

       "Yeah, actually you're gonna take what you can get."

       "Yes, ma'am."

        "Now give me the rundown on your team. I don't really know any of them and I need to know for my pitches I have to do this week. And don't think because I'm doing some work means that you can slack off okay. I really only know 2nd-year girls, if you want 3rd year or 1st you have to go to them. You need to try too. Also, will there be alcohol?" You listed off your demands and were straight forward. Narita made a slow nod,

        "Oh, I almost forgot. Do you know any girls from Nekoma who could come?" He asked you the dreaded question.

        Yup, you were originally supposed to spend your high school years at Nekoma High School. When you were entering high school your dad got a job offer in Tokyo, forcing you to move out there after middle school. Then after everything happened, your Mom knew it was too risky to let you live out in Tokyo still and she shipped you back here to go to Karasuno and live in a small apartment by yourself. You have family friends who come to check on you and your parents visit when they can. It's not horrible, at least now you get to come back to streets more familiar.

      "Um, I think the girls I knew from Nekoma aren't exactly the girls you want at a party. Besides, you should just ask your volleyball brethren to ask some girls and pull their weight. Or are they too pretty for you to talk to?" You teased Narita and knocked his head.

      "Hey, girls are girls." Narita held his head from where you knocked it.

      "Sure, if thats the case then the next time you see me I better be seeing some chunks."

     You and Narita continued to eat lunch together that day. Until you realized you only had a limited amount of time left and had to use the bathroom before class so you excused yourself. You skated away around the outside of the courtyard with a bun in your mouth and around some of your other classmates, waving.

        "Dude, uh. Who was that?" A guy with an aggressive appearance walked up to Narita, having walked past a few minutes before but stayed just to gawk.

        "Huh? (Y/N)?" Narita clarified, innocently.

        "(Y/N)... wow. What a beautiful name." Tanaka sighed in simp, "Is she our year?"

        "Yeah, man. She's in my class. You never noticed her before? I'm surprised she was the talk of Karasuno guys for like the whole first week of this year." He laughed. "She is technically new to Karasuno this year. But she's from Miyagi, I've known her since grade school."

        "My babe sensor has been reserved for Kiyoko only recently. Trying to be loyal." He humphed, "You guys a thing?"

       "What? No, no." Narita laughed, "No, we've just been friends for a while. She's helping me get girls to come to the party on Friday."

       Tanaka jumped up with optimism, "Yes! This is going to be the best party of our high school lives!"

       "I hope so." Narita rubbed his neck to try and tame his nerves again.

       "(Y/N).." Tanaka sighed again, "You know who's gonna go nuts when they get a look at her, right?"

       "I know."

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