#and makes sure EVERYONE is drinking when they should >:(

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

This picture is giving me some major vibes. Quinn is seen wearing that necklace all night while the two of you flirt on and off. Soft touches. Whispered thoughts in each other ears. Everyone asks if there’s something going on between you two but you always brush them off.

“Just friends.” You both tell everyone who asks.

Yet, the morning after, you’re seen wearing that necklace along with a deep red mark on your neck.

hey! you chose violence in our texts AND my inbox smh

anyways!!! it’s been talk for a while now. you’re never see sporting anyone else’s jersey, and heads never turn when you run up to Quinn after a game, no matter the outcome.

Jack’s been yapping on about how “you should just make it official everyone knows.” and it’s always “no we’re just friends!” and then a sad look from the other party even though you both know it’s not true.

it’s no surprise when you show up on Quinn’s arm to the charity event on their off day. black dress to match his outfit, and that stupid burgundy lipstick he’s obsessed with it.

he has his eyes on you literally the whole night. doesn’t really care if he seems rude, he just wants you to be comfortable and okay.

random team sponsors asking how long you two have been together cause “he looks smitten, and i don’t think my own husbands looks at me like that!” and how can you tell that poor old women who just donated bank, that Quinn is just your friend. your friend who you dream about kissing after every game and wish he was the first thing you saw every morning?

by the end of the night, Quinn’s had a few drinks. nothing crazy of course, just enough that he’s not really scared to say what’s on his mind.

he’s quick to sneak up to you and Petey, and Petey has that knowing look on his face. Quinn’s hands find comfort around your waist, “ready to go, baby?”

Quinn’s never called you that and the heat in your cheeks gives it away. “yeah, Quinny. let’s go.”

“don’t forget, team breakfast with the wives tomorrow!” Petey’s yelling as you walk away.

when tomorrow comes, and you walk in with Quinn’s hoodie and his hands resting dangerously close to your ass while he’s leading you to the table. everyone’s ignoring the purple mark poking out around your collarbone and the scratch marks on Quinn’s neck.

“you finally get the girl, huggy?”

“yeah, Petey. sure did.”

“it’s about damn time.”

[metyouinthehallway]

𝐋𝐚𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Stripper!Reader gives Bartender!Chris a lap dance.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sitting on the tufted barstool, you continuously swirl your cocktail. Watching as it tunnels in the glass, Chris pulls you out of your trance when he speaks.

“Looks like a lot more thinkin’ than drinkin’.” He pulls his mouth into a tight lipped smile, raising his brows at you.

The strip club was now vacant, other than the two of you and a few other girls cleaning up around the place. The rich purple and red hues casting a warm glow over you and Chris.

“Yeah, tonight wasn’t very good— money wise.” You exhale, letting the whirlpool of alcohol slowly come to a stop. Chris pours himself a glass of club soda, walking around to the other side of the bar and sitting next to you. “Club soda?” You question his drink choice.

“Mhm, I don’t drink.” He hums, nodding his head. Oh, the irony. A bartender who doesn’t indulge in the magic party juice. “Shit fucks you up. No offense to you, just… not my thing.” Chris explains himself, looking at you to ensure you didn’t take his comment as an insult.

You don’t. Actually, you understand why some people choose not to go out of their way to drink. But you? You’re a partier. Drinking, smoking, loud & obnoxious music. That’s your scene.

“None taken.” You sip the awkward tension that floats in the air away, biting the lemon wedge that hangs from the rim of your glass.

“Wasn’t that good of a night f’me either.” He looks around at the club. It was barely a mess, as if everyone disappeared. Not even a dozen men came in tonight and all of the dancers, including you, made just over one hundred dollars.

“So what? Should I make it a better night?” You ask him, a slight smirk pulling at your lips. Chris glares at you, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he does so.

“And how would you do that?” He leans his elbows against the bar top, turning to face you completely now. Sipping on your fruity drink, you communicate with your eyes.

“C’mon…” you stand, holding your hand out for him. He reluctantly takes it. Letting you lead him to one of the private rooms. You don’t notice it, but Chris is nearly sweating bullets. This was against all the club rules. He can’t help but eye you up and down, your skirt squeezing your curves, ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom of it. Your backless top showing off your shoulder blades.

“Sit.” You let go of his hand, gesturing to the suede couch in the dimly lit room. He nods, following your directions. His usual ‘tough’ persona faltering when he looks up at you.

A sultry beat starts to play throughout the speakers, you lean down, meeting his eyes. “You scared, bartender?” You smile. A genuine smile, not a fake performance smile. Chris feels a slight heat rise to his cheeks, a nervous lump forming in his throat. A completely unrelated bulge forming down south too.

“Little bit… but don’t worry ‘bout me. Do your thing pretty lady.” It’s barely a mutter. Is he allowed to touch you? Can he bare to look at you? Is this crossing a line? It certainly had to be.

“Well, you just tell me if you wanna stop, hm?” You reply with a hum, straddling his lap. You lower yourself just enough so he can feel your body heat but not completely sat on his lap, Chris’s eyes following your movements.

You run your own hands down your ribcage and down to your thighs, then back up. You can hear Chris let out a very subtle yet very frustrated groan. It’s clear he’s not sure what to do with his hands.

“You can touch me…” you lean in, your breath just barely grazing his earlobe. Chris lets out a sigh, his hands instinctually reaching for your hips. “You know, I don’t let anyone else touch me when I’m doing this.” Your voice is low, seductive even. Completely lowering yourself onto his lap, you roll your hips into his. Feeling just how much he’s absolutely loving this.

“R-really?” He tries to play it cool but there’s no hiding the fact that he’s completely and utterly in awe of you on top of him.

“Mhm… they don’t deserve to touch me.” His fingers dig deeper into your hipbones. A low grunt slipping past his lips. “You do though. Always so nice to me, hm?” You tease, running your hands up his chest and up to grip his shoulders.

“Just common courtesy. Respect, y’know?” His heart is pounding. You could practically see the cartoonish imprint of it beating in his chest.

“Really? This…” you grind against his hard length, your skirt riding higher up your thighs with each moment. “This doesn’t seem like respect.” Trailing your manicured nails to the nape of his neck, you run your fingers through his hair which causes him to buck his hips into yours.

You quite enjoy this actually. Not that you were dominant in bed- you were the complete opposite when you were off the clock. But being on the clock, getting paid to make men all flustered and nervous beneath you. It sends a jolt of electricity through your body each time.

“Eager, are we?” You breathe out, raising your self so you’re no longer sitting on his erection. Chris runs his hands up your body, his eyes burning holes into your chest which is only covered by a satin top that doesn’t leave much to the imagination as it’s all on show.

“Very,” Chris huffs, the room suddenly feeling much smaller than it did before. With you sat on his lap, he never realized just how much he needed you. And oh, did he need you.

“Why don’t you do somethin’ about it then?” You lean in, your lips hardly grazing his own and it’s the first time you’ve ever come in such intimate contact with him.

Chris hesitantly closes the distance between the two of you. It’s only a peck before he pulls away, gauging your reaction. You search his eyes, he’s doing the same to you, unspoken tension polluting the room.

Your lips curl into a smile before completely placing your weight on his lap and pulling him back in to your lips. Your hands rest on his t-shirt, his on the small of your back pulling you impossibly closer.

Other than the low hum of the music, the sound of lips smacking together and low groans bounce off the padded walls. Chris’s tongue glides over your bottom lip, his hand gripping your ass. “Are we really doing this?” He mutters against your lips. You can only hum in response, opening your mouth to allow him entry.

Chris wants to flip you over and take you right now on the small, ever uncomfortable conversation couch. But, this had already spiraled into a lewd scene for the workplace. He couldn’t do it. Not yet at least.

You regain your confidence, taking control, you lightly push him against the couch. Sucking and nibbling at his bottom lip to which Chris rolls your hips into his. The feeling of his jeans against his hard dick incredibly painful but oh, so pleasing.

You pull away, catching your breath. “Having a better night, bartender?” You ask as if nothing happened between the two of you just now.

“Much, much better. You?” Chris’s hands roam your body, resting back on your hips. You nod in response, getting up off of his lap. Your heels clicking against the tiled floor as you walk out of the room leaving Chris to wonder what the fuck had just taken place.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[cockettechris]

𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 － 𝑪.𝑺.

divider by: @bernardsbendystraws

Summary: Chris was well known, in the porn world that is. He didn't really care what anyone else thought he had a good job and that's all that mattered to him. It never really got brought up that often but tonight when everyone is around their friends and intoxicated, you decide to change that.

Pairing: pornstar!Chris x reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, choking, recording the boombyah, chris being hot, idk what else

A/N: this is based off of the conversation I had with @cvnntagious ps!Chris bot, please go check her stuff out🙏

The cold leather couch felt cold on your legs, goosebumps trickling your skin. The sexual topics being brought up made you uncomfortable to say the least. But why should it? You're an adult. You shouldn't feel uncomfortable with this type of stuff.

You being you, you didn't talk. Your "closed off" body language wasn't noticeable, or so you thought. You thought no one noticed until Chris himself spoke up "C'mon ma, don't tell me this is disturbin' you or somethin'." Oh god. That nickname, you fucking hated it when he called you that. Despite the wetness growing between your legs.

"No I'm alright." you said softly, though Chris didn't believe it. "I think you're full of shit, but you're sure?" he said in a soft tone that almost, almost, made you wanna go down on him. "Yeah, why? Did you ask something I didn't hear or?" he chuckled in response, "Nah, just noticed ya look tensed up or something. You're not used to these kinds of conversations?" you smiled softly, "Not really, it's not everyday I hang out with a pornstar or onlyfans star."

He smirked, "Oh so you know what I do then?" he's clearly amused by this. His gaze lowers to your lips for a split second before meeting back up to your eyes "What did ya look me up or somethin'?" you chucked, "Don't boost your ego you just popped up on Twitter." A smirk landed on his pink lips at your sassy remark, realizing you're probably not as shy as you seem. "Shoulda clicked on my profile ma, trust me you'd like it."

Your smile only grew, "No I saw, need to work on your moans though. They sound fake." he let out a scoff with a small laugh, "Yeah? How could I improve?" "I'm not showing you it's your job not mine." You both laughed, clearly enjoying the playful banter between you both. "C'mon doll you know I like getting feedback." You shook your head before speaking, "Okay well, don't be so quiet. No one likes that. Moan more, whimper more, dirty talk, I don't care just don't make it quiet." You quickly shut your mouth after that, realizing your hormones took over for a second, the wetness only growing between your legs.

He smirked at your statement, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, "Wasn't expecting that from ya. But how do you expect me to do all of this perfectly without any practice ma? Hm?" "Yeah do it yourself pretty boy." You said as you got up to go get yourself a drink. He chuckled at how quickly you got up. "Hey can you get me 'nother Pepsi while you're out there?" You looked at him with a confused face before grabbing him another can of Pepsi anyway. He smiled as you handed him the can, eyes trailing down your body as he spoke, "Hey c'mere for a second. Needa tell ya somethin'." Hesitantly, you sat beside him. The cold leather making you shiver slightly.

"You know.." he started, "I wouldn't mind your help with practice, from what ya said earlier. 'Bout how I need to be more loud. "If I say yes will you leave me alone with this?" you said annoyed. His smirk came back at your question. "All ya gotta do is say yes ma.." "Fine." you said with a huff. Not because you didn't want it, no you wanted it. Bad. But because you knew you'd get attached after this and he'd see it as nothing more than a one night stand. He started kissing your neck softly, a soft breath leaves your lips before saying "Right here? Can we at least go to an empty bedroom or something?" He chuckled against your neck, before pulling away and taking your hand as he led you to what you hoped was his bedroom.

The first thing he did when you guys walked into the bedroom was lock the door. He didn't want anyone to see what was his, or what he wanted to be his. He turned around and faced you, slowly walking towards you. "Fucking hate how attractive you are and how much I like you." You said as you kissed him roughly. His eyes widened at the sudden kiss, but is quick to reciprocate it as his hands move to each side of your jaw. He steps forward which causes you to push back into the wall. You moaned into the kiss, which gave Chris the perfect opportunity to add his tongue to the mix.

Before you know it your clothes are scattered all over the floor along with Chris' clothes. You're pretty sure you saw Chris put your underwear in his nightstand drawer but fuck you didn't care. Not when he was pounding into you from behind at an ungodly fast pace. "Fuck ma- taking me so well." You only moaned in response, not like you could form a sentence anyway. "Chris please-" you managed to get out, "Please what? Use your words." "Need your hand-" you couldn't finish your sentence so you just took his hand and guided it to your throat. He squeezes, but not enough to hurt you but enough to make you feel good. "F–Fuck baby, just needed my hand wrapped around ya throat huh?"

"Such a good lil slut f'me." He groaned out. His free hand that was on your hip grabbed his phone, his metal bracelet making you shiver. "Wan' record ya mama. Is that okay?" You whined and nodded. He was quick to start recording, making sure he gets the perfect view of you taking him, all of him. "Chris 'm close." "Yeah? Cum all over my cock. Fuck.." All it took was Chris to hit your g-spot one more time for you to break. A white ring forming around the base of his cock. He lets go of your throat and switches his phone into his other hand, his free hand coming to rest on your hip. "I'm close, gonna cum all over your pretty ass mama." And with that he pulled out quick enough to have his hot cum spurt all over your ass.

He's quick to stop recording and upload the video to his OnlyFans and Twitter. When he's done with that he starts a bath for the both of you. Once your both done with your bath he hands you a pair of boxers and one of his shirts. He puts his boxers back on and some pajama pants. You cuddle up to his chest once you both lay down and he runs his fingers through your tangled hair. He grabs his phone and checks the video. "Wow." He says softly, you hum in confusion as he explains that the video has done better than any other one he's uploaded. "Yeah the people in the comments fucking love you ma, saying they've had a better orgasm than ever. Think that means I'm gonna have to keep you." And with that he kisses your forehead as you fall into a deep sleep.

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A/N: can you tell I got lazy towards the end LMAO. Two posts in one day who is this?? lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!!

[unamzi]

The journey to get here had been tough.

He'd never really been the type to love hiking, but he hadn't had a choice.

Not when it had chosen him.

Everyone knew that you couldn't fight back against it.

If it chose you for a task, you had to do it.

No matter how old or young, if you had all of your limbs working, or if you wanted to.

You had to do it.

So here he was, after several hours of hiking, in front of the temple.

He rubbed his rough forehead to get rid of the sweat, looking down at his clothing.

He hadn't even gotten to wear good hiking clothes, forced to wear these.. robes.

God, he felt like he was about to be sacrificed. He absentmindedly scratched at the place his tusks came out of, feeling the pain from irritating an ready injured area pump through him. He ignored it.

His hands brushed off dirt from the robes, as God knew they'd be angry if he came in like this.

Steeling himself for what was to come, he entered the temple.

The inside was much cooler than the blaring heat outside that had made him suffer for the past couple hours, which he was grateful for. His thick skin hadn't been made for hot weather.

He suddenly took notice of someone standing there, and bowed awkwardly as greeting.

They didn't respond, instead grabbing him by the sleeve and making him trail along behind them.

Ignoring his own thoughts calling them rude, he stayed docile, following after them. He couldn't anger it.

He was led into a relatively bare room, containing only some potted plants in the corners, and a rug.

He wondered if most rooms were like this, or if this one was special for whatever reason.

Finally tuning back in, he saw someone else enter the room, two vials floating behind them.

Ah, an elf.

He saw their face change to disgust for a second, before returning to neutrality.

Elves were never known for liking orcs, after all.

The elf spoke,

"in the first vial is a pure demonic essence, and in the second is pure angelic essence—"

Before the elf could finish, he'd snatched both vials with his thick fingers, pouring the first vial into the second one and mixing by sloshing the concoction around a bit.

He proceeded to drink from it like a shot of whiskey.

He knew it wasn't a good idea, but considering he'd been sent to elves that lived in a climate opposite to his, he was pretty certain the mission from it would've involved eradicating some of his kind. And what was in those vials was probably supposed to help with that.

He'd promised himself he'd never hurt his own kind.

He never went back on promises.

...

He crumpled to his knees, voice at a frequency elves couldn't hear, pain thrumming through his entire being.

He could feel the spikes on his back elongate, until tissue started growing onto it, then feathers.

He was scratching at his back, trying to get them off, to stop the pain.

Then, he felt his little stubby tail twitch as energy came towards it.

And he felt the bones break and reform to make it longer and thinner, make it have that little spiked end all depictions of devils had.

...

By the time he came to, he was covered in blood.

He was pretty sure it was his, and considering the ambient noises he heard, he'd been kicked out.

Was he just gonna be like this now?

Should he cut off his wings?

What would he do with his tail?

Too many questions for his tired self to answer, so he just shifted closer to the river he was apparently near of, and drifted back to sleep.

He hoped it'd be colder tomorrow.

"In the first vial there is a pure demonic essence, and in the second there is pure angelic essence-" Without letting them finish, you mix both vials and drink the mixture.

[criswritessometimes]

bluejay

content - reader and schlatt break up

author's note // hi everyone ! i had to remember how to be an art student again since I'm back at school. not really sure what happened with this one, i sat down and looked at my ideas on my docs sheet, put on some mellow music, and wrote the first angst of the blog. enjoy!

he put the last box in your car. you can only look at him as he pushes the box in. there was always a feeling this would happen. you weren’t sure if it was self-sabotage, but some of you always felt this way. it started on twitter when someone matched his michigan hoodie to a hoodie you wore in a recent video. the both of you were so good about covering your track. or you were for the last 2 years. you remember schlatt coming out of his office looking like he saw a ghost. he showed you his twitter feed, and it was so much worse than when he face revealed. you loved schlatt; you really, really did. but he has a tendency to get defensive really, really quickly. 

“we can’t.” he started getting choked up as he continued to scroll through his phone. it felt like everything was falling apart over and over again. your hands go to cover his as you take his phone away and put it in your pocket. his eyes hold a mixture of fear and sadness. schlatt knew what he needed and what he had to do, but he couldn’t. “hey, hey, look at my jay. it’s ok, everything’s gonna be ok.” your voice is gentle as you try and talk him off the ledge. he knew at the moment that it was over.

the next morning, he wasn’t in bed beside you; you don't even remember him coming to bed the night prior. Getting out of bed, you put your hoodie back on from its spot on the floor and make your way to your living room. schaltt is asleep on the couch with jambo sleeping on top of him. you smile to yourself; you didn't know this would be the last time you saw it. walking to the kitchen, you make a pot of coffee, and once it’s ready, you decide to drink it on the patio outside. schlatt wakes up from the sound of the patio door shut, unsure of where he is. his phone had fallen to the floor, dead from all the doomscrolling he had done last night. he didn’t care what people said about him; he grew the muttons for a reason. schlatt only cared what they said about you, and the only way he could protect you from the hate was to break up with you. he knew it was selfish and dumb, but it was the only solution he could think of. schlatt pets Jambo a few times before getting up. he puts jambo on the floor and picks up his phone to charge it in the kitchen. he glances over to the coffee pot and sees you left a mug out for him and kept the pot warm. it breaks his heart again. already trying not to cry, he walks across the room to the patio door. as he opens it, you smile sweetly at him. you were looking out at the backyard, looking for the bluejay that would come by at this time of day. 

“hi dear, did you sleep alright?” you asked, looking over to him and taking a sip of your coffee; the steam was still coming from it. he shuts the door and stands there. “um, not really (y/n).” it’s hard for him to look at you. you search for his eyes, for any insight on what is going on with him right now. “i think we should break up.” he says. you go stiff, your hands threatening to drop the mug. everything in you stills as he looks over at you. “w-why?” is all you can say. “it’s gonna be what’s best for you in the long run.” he murmurs. “i mean, do i get any say in this? a relationship has two people in it jay.” you can feel yourself starting to get angry. “i feel like i need to protect you from the people online, i dont want them to hurt you or do anything stupid to you.” he admits. the wind out of your sails is gone, the world feels still. all you can do is nod and hold back your tears. “alright, if you think that’s the best way forward then alright. we’re done.” you agree. with most of the men in your life, you had to learn that once they’ve decided, it’d be easier to switch the earth with the moon than try to get them to change their minds. tears start to fall as schlatt stands between your chair and the door. he had admitted to you before that he’s no shoulder to cry on, so you sit there silently crying as the both of you look out into the backyard. the bluejay lands on the bird feeder he got you last christmas. 

schlatt left the patio a few minutes later to give you space to work out any emotions you had. you were upset about him breaking up with you; that was a given, but you were more upset that he didn’t try to fight for it. you weren’t going to beg for him to, either. still, on the patio, you call your friend harley and tell her everything, and she tells you her guest room is free while you look for a new place. thank god she still lived two hours away. you thanked her one last time and told her when you were on the way to her place. you look down at your empty mug and then up one last time. you now know this will be the last time you'll see this view of the woods. you walk back into the house, and schlatt is sitting on the couch reading a book you got him last week. the door shuts, and he’s still invested in his book. “so, is this it?” you break the silence in the room, a quiver in your voice. his head turns to you, sitting up slightly, “i really did enjoy our time together. i really, really did.” he says back. you walk towards the kitchen to set your mug; well, it was his before you moved in. you set his mug into the sink and look down into it, seeing the bowls soaking with water from dinner you made together last night before looking back up at him. “it was good while it lasted. i’ll miss it, and you.” you turn to make your way back to the bedroom so you can’t see his reaction; you knew it would break you again.

he shuts your trunk as you are brought back to the current moment. last thursday keeps playing over and over and over in your head. schlatt helped you pack your things up, plates, utensils, towels, clothing, and nick-nacks. he had promised to help pay for your first four months of rent and send a truck out to deliver your desk to your new place. even at the end of things, he still cared very, very much for and about you. you were sure if you would ever feel that again. “thank you for the help with everything, packing wise.” you thanked him; it felt like your relationship was back to meeting each other for the first time. “it felt like the least i could do. everything will be better for us this way. i’m sorry it had to turn out this way.” he apologized again; it felt like the only thing he had done for the last 4 days. “schlatt,” you start shaking your head, “if you start apogizing again i’m gonna start crying and i need to get on the road to harley’s.” you check your watch as you walk up to him and embrace him one final time. he pulls away, holding onto your shoulders. “you kept me on a easy schedule, i knew what i was doing everyday.” he laughs. you chuckle a little. he had admitted that his sleep and work schedules were out of wack when you first started dating. “you’ll get into a new swing of things, make sure not to miss any meals and take care of yourself.” you tell him as you walk to the driver's side and put at the handle sitting into your car. he rolls his eyes jokingly as he watches you get into the car and shut the door, “yes, mom. i will be looking after myself with utmost care.” your car starts, and you push the button to put your window down. schlatt leans his arm against the window, “do you think we’ll ever even see each other again?” he asks. you sit and think for a moment, and your eyes meet his, “hopefully in the next life. good luck with everything jay, i’ll miss you.” you pull your window up before he has a chance to say anything. schlatt straightens his postures as he watches you pull out of his driveway and make a left turn. he watches your car until it goes over the first hill. he turns away from the road and returns to the house he once shared with you.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Homepage Lines - Azuma's Birthday (2025)

graphics and proofreading by myuntachis!

text version under the cut!

Spring Troupe

Sakuya: I found a parasol that seems to be quite popular! Would you mind if I gave it to you as a present…?

Masumi: Happy birthday, Azuma. I want you to teach me everything you can about alcohol so I’ll be ready when I become of age.

Tsuzuru: I won’t be participating in your birthday drinking party, but I made some drinking snacks to make up for it. Feel free to try them if you’d like.

Itaru: I think this is the most participants we’ve had yet? Should I stock up a lil more before we start drinking?

Citron: There will be a mahjong tournament before Azuma’s BD drinking party. We’ll show the entire town the bond of the mahjong club~!

Chikage: We’re always going out drinking, so how about we go for lunch some time? I know a good place.

Summer Troupe

Tenma: What are these sounds… Cheers from the drinking party…? Just how much do they drink at Azuma-san’s birthday party?

Yuki: That doll costume looked perfect on you, Azu-nee. You were so pretty it was almost like you were a real doll.

Muku: Happy birthday, Azu-nee-san! I have juice, but… Can we still do a toast?

Misumi: The triangles in Azuma’s birthday are triangular triangles〜♪ I drank so much I’m triangled~!

Kazunari: Happy bappy, Azu! … Guess you want me in on the after-party too? I gotta make sure I don’t drink too much this time~...

Kumon: Do you think I can become like Azuma-san when I grow up? I feel like that’s a level I can’t reach, though…!

Autumn Troupe

Banri: I don’t think I can talk my way outta this, so I’ll invite ya out myself. I’ll accept the drunkness debuff.

Juza: I prefer eatin’ sweets to drinkin’ sweet alcohol… Will I understand alcohol’s appeal when I get as old as Azuma-san?

Taichi: Let’s go for a drive again, Azuma-san! I’ll drive ya through the popular sightseeing spots for the season!

Omi: I made some snacks with fruit. I made sure their taste goes well with alcohol.

Sakyo: I’ll listen to what you have to say tonight, Yukishiro. It ain’t fair if I’m the one always doing all the talking, right? / It ain’t fair if you’re just listening to me talk, is it?

Azami: Bet the adults will be stayin’ up all night since it’s Azuma-san’s birthday… Guess I’ll prep some high quality face masks for them.

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: Since it’s Azuma-san’s birthday, we bought his favorites for our drinking party. I hope he’ll enjoy himself.

Tasuku: Sure, driving along the sea is cold this time of year, but… Who am I to say no. I’m used to your requests by now

Hisoka: Azuma, I’ll sleep with you tonight. You can use me as your dakimakura for today. I’m sure we’ll both sleep soundly like that.

Homare: Azuma-san listens to my poems with such glee that I get so elated and can never seem to stop myself.

Azuma-san listens to my poems with such enthusiasm that I can never seem to stop myself in all my elation.

Azuma: Being celebrated by you and everyone else brings me great happiness. I’m glad I get to spend this year here too.

Guy: I’m sure you’re tired after all the celebrations, Yukishiro. Get a good night’s rest. I’ll be right here, watching over you.

[peachhcs]

a blurb about the time they have their first kiss??

au masterlist | this lowkey ate more than i thought it would

in one of the last days of summer before everyone had to leave again, samy was hosting one last get together at the lake house. everyone was invited so it was fairly crowded in the backyard. somehow, hannah lost the brunette in the mass of people, so she decided to stick close to the drinks instead of trying to fight her way through.

she didn't notice a certain tall brunette making his way towards her until he was basically in her eye line. "hey hananh," james caught her attention.

a quick grin appeared on the girl's lips, "hey hagens. long time no see."

it'd been awhile since the two saw one another. both of their summers were spent in completely different places that they never got a chance to catch up until right now. "yeah, for real. it's been awhile," the boy hummed as he reached for another drink.

"it's good to see you though. i heard your last few months of dev program went well. are you excited for boston?" hannah poked a bit making james flush.

"i am excited. it should be fun getting to be on the same team as the guys again. i've definitely missed playing with them," their gazes swept to where ryan and gabe were talking with their hockey buddies. hannah smiled.

"it's really cool you guys get to be on the same team again. must be really special," she met his gaze again and the boy nodded.

"definitely. how are you feeling after becoming an olympic gold medalist?" james changed the subject and he enjoyed seeing the brunette blush at his question.

"it still feels unreal honestly. i don't feel real, actually."

"well, you killed it like usual. i still don't know how you manage to flip around up there," his praise just deepened the red adorning hannah's cheeks.

"i guess it's just natural at this point. your, uh..the flowers..they were nice," it didn't take an expert for the gymnast to know who was sending her such a huge bouquet of flowers, especially when she didn't know any other hockey player using the number 10.

now it was james's turn to blush, "so you figured it out?"

"come on, i'm not that stupid. you really didn't have to do that."

"you had just won a gold medal. i always think that deserves a huge bouquet of flowers" the hockey player shrugged and hannah blushed again, steering her gaze to the ground.

"well, thank you. it was sweet."

they let a comfortable silence fill between them while taking in the party again. even though they were outside, it was loud and everyone was talking at once. hannah had no idea where samy disappeared to, yet she figured the soccer player was with will like always. it sort of didn't feel real that they were already going to be in their 2nd year of college.

"you know i'd really like to hear more about paris. would you wanna talk inside so it's quieter?" james spoke up again. he looked at her nervously like she was going to say no, but a smile danced on hannah's lips instead.

"yeah, sure."

the two managed to slip away unseen. it was much quieter when they made it back inside and cooler. hannah dug through the fridge for some water knowing she didn't want to be too hung over tomorrow. she handed a bottle to james without asking which he took gratefully. they found themselves in the living room a moment later.

"so what was your favorite part?" the boy wondered, eyeing the space between them without being too obvious about it.

"can i say everything? i loved all of it," the girl giggled.

hannah and james talked for what seemed like forever in that living room. the gymnast gave him an entire rundown of her time at the olympics and all of the cool people she met. she definitely rambled, but james didn't mind one bit. he liked hearing her talk, especially after not talking to her all summer.

that space between them on the couch got smaller and smaller too because hannah would jump up and around when she talked, so naturally, she moved herself closer each time until there was basically no space left between them.

it had to have been nearly 11:30 by then. people had gone inside, but neither james nor hannah noticed because they were too busy talking. no one else really noticed them either because they were just too drunk to notice their friends really hitting it off with each other.

when hannah stopped to take a breath and just close her mouth for a second her nad james were inches apart. her knee kept brushing his thigh and her head rested on the back of the couch so she was basically looking up at him because james had his elbow propped up to support his head. he stared at her while she stared at him realizing just how long they'd been talking.

that fire that's been ignited since james met hannah almost two years ago lit up the longer he stared at her and he knew she felt it too.

hannah knew what he wanted. maybe she wanted it too, but that voice inside of her head was preventing her from moving any closer or further. that voice that always told her she didn't need a boyfriend because it'd just throw her entirely off. she didn't even know how to function with a real boyfriend because all of her past relationships had always been stupid flings that didn't matter to her.

this mattered to her though and she knew that it wasn't gonna be some fling if she let herself indulge.

james mattered to her and she was finally starting to understand that.

"this might be super dumb, but can i kiss you?" the hockey player asked and everything hannah thought she knew went out the window because he asked and no guy had really done that before with her.

she was leaning up before she could even stop herself and james met her in the middle. their lips collided in a very passionate kiss that definitely showed all of the pent up tension that had built between the the last few years.

she could feel him breaking her walls down and letting himself into a space she's tried so hard to keep him out of.

when they finally pulled away both of them were speechless.

"so.."

"so.."

an awkward silence wedged its way between them.

"i should get some sleep. it's late. it's been a long day. thanks for talking..or letting me yap your ear off," and just as fast as hannah's walls came down, they went right back up.

she stumbled up while james quickly grew confused at her sudden change in attitude.

"night, j," she mumbked over her shoulder before he could even say anything.

"night hannah.." she was long gone to even hear him.

[sunflower1experiment]

Part 2

Curly: Whats it about? Capitalism, the work ethics of toxicity, how the reaction of this kind of environment creates an atmosphere of uncertainty, unsafe conditions…

Jimmy: My character was a reaction to it sadly, mentally struggling, and then….*sigh* Having an ounce of power, he believes he was immune to it while also believing everyone should face the wrath of it? Not sure how to elaborate but take it as, he saw he had power over Anya. But not with Curly, only when Curly is talking to him as a friend is when he shows that he can overwhelm Curly.

Anya: Scary how this is the real world we live in today, I hope everyone understands the parallels.

Paparazzi: What about the ships?

Swansea: Ship whoever is a consenting adult with another consenting adult. Thats, thats how it works with ships correct?

Daisuke: Yea but people tend to be weird like make HCs and water us down I suppose.

Swansea:….I’m getting a beer

Anya: No drinking! *hands him a shirley temple*

Curly: Ships and AUs, I like them, especially ones that dig deep about our characters and show the toxic culture surrounding us. Capitalism, mental health issues, toxic masculinity and relationships. Heck assault culture being brushed aside whether anyone likes it or not…the game shows what Capitalism can create and how Pony Express was a terrible work environment.

Jimmy: Agreed, Jimmy shouldn’t have been on board. Curly knew he was struggling on earth, which actually is a great time to promote our sequel.

Curly: Ugh How fish are made. I cried a bit knowing that Curly in the end was dead, it makes sense. No chance of being found, then….yea…I hope he- er My character? Knows that he and Jimmy were just- sadly chain reactions to how toxic work environments and Capitalism can’t be combatted if not handled with urgency.

Daisuke: Word, also. You think the fans will understand? And ya know be chill with ya know Alternate Universes?

Swansea: Probably not if the Press is askin us about ships. Platonic relationships is where its at if ya ask me.

Anya: I’m askin for sure, imagine if in another universe they’re all enjoying hot chocolate and getting therapy. Aghh

Curly: With all the small events?

Anya: Mhm!

Jimmy: Sounds nice, nice to know a Canon so bad can make others want peace for each character….

Mouthwashing Actor AU

Jimmy: My character, is mentally struggling, manipulative, and a leech. So lots of therapy needed for the thought process with him. Its honestly annoying seeing people idolize him, sure the empathy makes sense because he represents a struggling class but, if I saw him. I’m calling the cops, him hurting the medic and then trying to kill her, don’t even get me started on the statue. What was the reason? He represents how some of these kinds of people aren’t just already gross and disgusting, they could be people who are your close friends.

Anya: Jeez, you’re so self aware about him. More than, some of the fans….

Jimmy: Look hate him and like him but don’t justify his actions.

Daisuke: Damn son! My character was sorta naive but he’s smart too! He just doesn’t see it because he’s so busy following orders. Sorta like the demographic of kids, we seek leadership and want to make our parents proud!

Anya: You also cheat at games.

Daisuke: Put cho paws up girl!

Anya: My character, she’s an amazing representation of what victims go through, the loneliness, the devastation, I simply hope everyone who sees her doesn’t water her down but understand that she is brave, jubilant, mindful and super smart. Maybe in another universe everyone is happy. I hope so, I wouldn’t want Anya to remain in a world where she’s stuck in devastation.

Swansea: Heavy kid, Curly what do you-….

Curly: *sniffle* Its so beautiful.

Swansea: Eh, my character and Curly’s are sorta parallels. He knew Jimmy but not fully and didn’t do much to stop em, meanwhile Swansea did and yet he still couldn’t/didn’t do much. Thats why their eyes are gone, symbolism is at play. Just like when Swansea had to mercy kill Daisuke, tough decisions for folks like that. Especially when neither of them took Anya’s job seriously. Its a lot of circumstances and damned if ya do or damned if ya don’t for Curly and Swansea.

Curly: Oh yea I forgot! Man, they are just naive.

Swansea: Yep

Jimmy: Agreed.

Curly: The word enabling gets thrown at him too much, in the wrong conjunction. Curly enables everyone and everyone enables each other, he fails at being Captain when he first let Jimmy on the ship, sure everything was nice but at some point the mental distress, mental deterioration, it got to them. They didn’t take the psych evaluation seriously, Pony Express didn’t take them seriously. In the end Curly as a Captain failed, he failed as a friend for Anya specifically. Sure he’d be a safe person but he doesn’t take Anya’s words into consideration. It’s a lot to take in, honestly.

Anya: In the sequel, Curly hates himself to the core. He wasn’t perfect, or a good man. But he definitely isn’t a bad person, he like everyone is flawed.

Jimmy: *patting his back* Well said pal, therapy for everyone though. Because that shit was horrifying.

Crasona: Sir you can’t just be cursing!

Jimmy: My fault.

Crasona: Now, would ya’ll like it better if Jimmy didn’t exist in this game.

Curly:…So another delivery simulator slice of life?

Crasona: Shhh the fans are asking

Jimmy: Crasona get the microphone away from me.

Anya: Oh my gawd.

Daisuke: Character development flushed down the toilet!

Swansea: And folks wonder why I drink…

[chimerical-daydreams]

How does the king stay hydrated when they cry so much?! I'm genuinely concerned for his health at a certain point!

Bonnie the hydration hero saves the day once again!

[serpentface]

This was going to be a panel of a little comic but I got too invested in drawing minute background details so, here.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[aidanbishop]

"I didn't realize dolphins had good memories," he murmured, that same easy smile still fit to his lips, entertained by the veritable fountain of facts and opinions pouring from her. Aidan had to wonder if she actually might've been drunk, or tipsy at the very least, and that she was responsible enough to not drink while on the clock at her own bar, because surely he would've remembered her if she was this talkative at Bonne Merde before. Listening was much more his forte than speaking, though, so he didn't mind the chatter, especially as they veered away from small talk. His own brows perked a bit, aware of the change in her gaze, knowing that she was searching for familiarities in his features, or perhaps even his expression, before admitting to as much -- everyone in Merrock really did know each other, didn't they?

"The real inside story on me, huh?" Aidan echoed back, chin dropping towards his chest as he continued to stare at Sunny, something doubtful tugging through his words. "Who's to say she knows me any better than you do?" He very well could've 'fessed up right then. Said that Kennedy was his older cousin, and maybe even explained that they weren't close, just to be sure that any of his own future transgressions didn't land on her shoulders, but where was the fun in that? The singular hint had been given -- his cousin was a woman -- and he felt like leaving it at that. A mystery and game, all in one. Aidan rocked forward where he sat, scooting to the edge of the sofa while suggesting, "How about you lemme know when you figure out who I'm related to around here? I should go make sure my date hasn't wandered into traffic." He snorted and rose to his feet, giving the blonde a companionable nod as he moved to step around the table and escape the club.

“They have a use… I mean, you can pretty much anything useful with a little effort but there is only so much room for stuff,” she was willing to say. She definitely was known to buy a candle from time to time. There was a big difference in having, using and replacing candles as needed with hoarding them. If she had a compulsion to hoard something, it wasn’t going to be something impractical that didn’t serve an actual purpose in her space. There was clearly an audience there. There was a person for literally everything and it took nothing from her for those people have quick and easy access to the things they wanted, just like her bar didn’t harm anyone who didn’t want to drink. That was the beautiful thing about the world – everyone could like what they liked. “I might have taken it too far with the mood lighting,” she was said with a shrug, a laugh escaping her lips. “I mean, I definitely have strand lights at my place that I can change the lights on but that’s a personal decision not a professional one. Maybe we’re all several people in one.”

Sunny wasn’t afraid to give an assessment of a situation or a place, especially if it was true. She wasn’t overly concerned about a practical stranger going and telling a competitor she was talking trash but she wasn’t going to give ammo for it. She hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true about the aesthetic of Anchors though. Shaking someone’s hand at the club was probably the height of lame behavior but in the name of mockery she wasn’t above it. “Pretty much never,” she told him. “I have the memory of a dolphin so you’re in trouble.” She wasn’t sure that he’d remember the next time they ran into each other. Number one, she didn’t know how much alcohol he’d consumed before this interaction and two, she didn’t know what his memory was like. She tended to hold onto things, remember them because it made her more efficient at interacting with her patrons but she didn’t know what he did. He hadn’t really given her enough for her to pinpoint who he was and what he was about – aside from someone who apparently looked for earrings at the club. “Cousin?” she said picking up on that little fact, raising an eyebrow. Her blue eyes decisively looked at his face more carefully as if trying to pick up some sort of resemblance to someone in town. “Not being familiar with the town tells me you’re that close to your cousin or they may be recent to town. That might be why I’m not picking up a resemblance. Small towns are fantastic. We pretty much know everyone. Once I figure out who your cousin is, I’ll get the real inside story on you.”

[sepiasys]

Real thing that happened

Us actively going through a LOT of. Panic? Fear? Idk. But very quick to cry and stuff so ykyk.

It hurts a LOT that we can't. Express ourselves. (It causes B distress and he ended up getting hurt in his distress)

We went out :( and still had a lot of trouble with. Existing without feeling like SHIT.

Whoever existed, in panic, said they can't be here, they can't stay out (in front/irl and stuff) so. Yk. Insert visualization innerworld/headspace of someone indiscernable trying to run to the back, the void, to whatever AWAY. And trying to get, well, SOMEONE out. Called 🦊 by name at one point while repeatedly saying they need help, but rlly who knows what happened. Then it was. Mostly ok, for a little bit.

So that was fun.

[hayatheauthor]

20 Flirty Remarks to Build Romantic Tension Without Being Overbearing

Feeling stuck trying to give your characters a good flirty one-liner that doesn't sound cringe/overdone? Here are 20 ideas/dialogue prompts for you (that I may or may not have stolen from my own books): 

“I must warn you: you have a dangerous effect on my heart rate.” / "You have no idea what you're doing to my heart right now."

"If I said I wasn’t thinking about you, I’d be lying. And I’m a terrible liar."

"You know, I could get lost in those eyes, but I'd probably trip over my words trying to find my way back." (could also double as description/inner monologue).

“I can’t tell if you’re really charming or if I’m just easily charmed.”

“You have a knack for making me forget what I was going to say. It’s kind of impressive/infuriating.”

“I think you owe me a drink. When I saw you, I dropped mine.”

“I’ve been trying to find the perfect excuse to hang out, but I keep forgetting everything when I’m around you.”

“I bet you get away with a lot of trouble with that smile.”

“You must be a magician because every time you walk in, everyone else disappears.” (The right character could pull it off I swear)

"I’ve been trying to think of something clever to say, but all my brain can come up with is how much I want to (kiss) you."

"I saw that little glance—you’re not as sneaky as you think."

"How do you manage to make even the most mundane things sound exciting?"

"You do this cute thing with your hands when you’re nervous, you know?"

“One more word, and I might just have to kiss you.”

"Finally, there's that pretty smile of yours. I've been waiting for it all day."

"You keep staring—should I be flattered?" / "Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you have a crush on me."

"Do you have any idea how fun it is to watch you try to keep a straight face?"

"I’m pretty sure you could charm the socks off anyone, but I’d like to keep mine on for now."

"If laughter is the best medicine, then I’m pretty sure you’re my favorite doctor."

"Is it bad that I kind of like the way you’re trying to mess with me?"

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[whileurmine]

"Yeah, I just took the paternity test, look at her eyes." Charlie laughed through a sigh. He'd written songs all by himself that ended up with less of him in it than her bright blue eyes. It felt almost like a joke, really. Not how genetics worked, not how they were supposed to work anyway. The sort of chord that only worked because it was not part of the progression he was playing. He wanted— He wanted a time machine. That was it. Nothing else would come close to fixing it. "I think I blocked your number." He confessed halfway through the sort of strained noise that could have so easily been mistaken for a whine. The blackhole inside his chest ate away at the edges of him, taking in more and more. "I, fuck." There were other culprits, he was sure, people who could have made this meeting happen some time in the last five thousand days. People he could blame if he wanted to blame someone. People who should have helped. But there was him too. "I was, I was so in love, I was crazy about you, and I thought it was a summer fling for you. I, it was killing me, I just figured If I cut all contact, it would make it easier to get over you." It had felt childish already then. Because he was a child when he did it. Twenty-nothing. A dumbass without a driver's license or the ability to do groceries. One fifth of his life spent more famous than anyone should ever end up. With people not only willing to do every single adult task that would ever be required of him, but asking him to give them up, so he could go back to focusing on the one skill that was lining up everyone's pockets. It had been childish then, yes, but it was just terrible now. Writing songs about his heartbreak while she was pregnant in another country trying to talk to him. "Jesus fucking Christ. I must have. I'm sure, I was crying and drinking and writing shit about you, and I did, I—" He ran a hand through his hair over and over again. It barely moved at all despite his best attempts to ruin it. "That's must have been why, that must have been why you couldn't call, I, I didn't know, I don't. It sounds so fucking stupid now. I'm so sorry."

Tisha swallows down a burning mouthful of whiskey, shaking her head hard. “No, that’s not- exactly the opposite, actually. In my memory…” in her memories he’s softhearted and moody, and beautiful in the way people only are when you’re remembering the past. In her memories they’re in love, or closer to it than they ever could have been in reality, lying together on her cheap sheets in the golden sunlight, and if any one thing had happened, if he had her number, if she had waited a little longer, if she’d found a way to call him, they would still be as impossibly in love as they never were, despite all evidence to the contrary. “It’s been a long time, Cash. And we didn’t know each other that well. I didn’t know if you’d believe me, or if you would want a paternity test first and I’d have to figure that out, or if the last sixteen years turned you into an asshole, or if you’d freak out and need time to process. Shit, I always figured you didn’t know, but there was always a chance my messages got to you and you didn’t want anything to do with us. All Chaarvi knows is that her parents loved each other,” maybe a bit of a stretch, but what the fuck else was she gonna say? “and her dad is a wonderful guy, and through no fault of his I lost contact with him and couldn’t get in touch and he’s out there somewhere. She knows her dad doesn’t know about her, and that sucks, but it’s a lot better than hearing he does know and doesn’t want her. I couldn’t tell her what I was doing until I knew you were still the guy I remember you being.”

[heywriters]

Details That Convey Intimacy

Developing fictional relationships that feel authentic takes more than dialogue and grand gestures. Every detail below can be used to show platonic, familial, agape, or romantic love depending on context.

cooking a meal for someone, bringing them food, or spontaneously sharing a snack

sharing body heat/warming someone with outerwear like jackets and scarves

fanning them with something if overheated

getting a cold/hot drink for them

offering to carry something, whether it's heavy or just a jacket, to lighten someone's load or free up their hands

more below the click!

changing the subject of a group conversation that will be personally discomforting to someone in the group

making sure to include someone in a group conversation, especially if it's a topic they have special knowledge of

waiting for someone to catch up when the rest of the group has walked ahead

remembering preferences/allergies ahead of time when preparing/ordering food

planning trips, whether in a pair or as a group, that provide something positive for every individual to enjoy

procuring personal healthcare items like sunscreen, moisturizer, lip balm, pain relievers, or a snack and keeping them on hand for that friend who frequently needs them

making room for someone in a crowded vehicle or on public transit

making room for someone under an awning or in another limited space to help them avoid bad weather

warning or wordlessly covering for someone with a wardrobe/cosmetic malfunction

remembering a small luxury someone mentioned they enjoy, and getting it for them the next time it's convenient

running an errand for someone to make their day easier ('importance of errand : depth of relationship' ratio should be explored)

escorting someone to safety in a sudden unsettling event

escorting someone who is drunk, sick, infirm, injured, or emotionally compromised

asking if light, noise, or other sensory factors are bothering someone and taking steps to make them more comfortable

getting gag gifts for someone to show you reciprocate their sense of humor or quirky self-expression (not everyone does this, not everyone appreciates it, and some people predominantly express love through humor and gag gifts; works well with some characters more than others)

holding someone's hand or arm as reassurance, especially when they are afraid*

using their body to block someone from wind, rain, or heat

picking up a dropped item, or carrying a train or other dragging garment for someone else

returning a recognizable possession to someone who may have lost it

This is an inexhaustible list as humans have many ways of showing love for each other. If you are writing spec fic with non-human characters, you can play with variations on these by remembering three core values the "lover" has to consider:

physical comfort of others

emotional comfort of others

social reputation of others

I'd add "sensory comfort" though I think it's tied to physical and emotional comfort.

Please do not try and force any of these into the mold of the misogyny-based "Love Language" trend. Human emotions and expressions of love are diverse and endless.

*While hand holding can be construed as romantic, in reality it varies. Some cultures do not see this as romantic, and some individuals only mean it as a sign of support or compassion. Same goes for long embraces and kissing, both can be done platonically and of course naturally between close family members or friends.

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