#and the opportunity to do it is so exciting!!

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The Update is out!

Change of plans, instead of updating "soon", I've just updated it right now. The chapter was complete, I'd fixed all of my beta reader's reported errors... The only thing left to do was get it out to you guys. So here it is, you can play Track 3 of Press Play right here.

It's 81k words excluding code, bringing the entire game up to 200k words. I encourage you to try a lot of different things, because this chapter is the branchiest yet, and you may be surprised by what you find can happen. In this chapter, you will...

go to a party (or stay home)

record your first song... and then another!

get the chance to reach a truce with that one shadow from your past

have a cozy Christmas dinner with your friends and family

get your career boosted by a completely unexpected opportunity

...and lots more!

I'm very excited to share this with you. Also, I guess that this means my askbox needs opening again, which I am slightly reluctant to do after originally wanting a break from it but am going to anyhow. I'm really looking forward to what you have to say! If there's any glaring issues, don't hesitate to reach out. Also also, reblogs help me out a bunch so feel free!

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After The Photoshoot

Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

Tags: A2P, anal, (lots of) choking, couch sex, degradation, erotic photoshoot, facial, (lots of) facesitting, foot play, head stomping, mating press, passionate fucking, photographer, quickie, rimming, rough sex, stool fucking, titfucking

Word count: 4671

You had been rising up the photographer ladder quite quickly. Today, you were going to make your first photoshoot for a brand: taking pictures of Coralique's new muse, ms. Kwon Eunbi.

"Good morning, ms. Eunbi, get yourself comfortable," you said as the beautiful short girl with big boobs arrived for the photoshoot. "Thank you," Eunbi answered, getting herself comfortable and striking a pose for your first photo of the day.

Eunbi kept switching outfits and your camera kept clicking all day long. You really felt like this was the opportunity of your life, taking countless pics of every move she made and asking for her feedback. "These are such beautiful pics," Eunbi said as you captured her sexiness to the fullest. "I'm glad you like them," you answered her.

The photoshoot kept going for hours and hours, you never getting exausted of capturing the best angles of Eunbi's beautiful body in countless colorful outfits. "You're such an incredible hard-working woman," you praised her, making her blush. "Wow, you're such a kind guy, I love the way you praise me," Eunbi answered.

"I think that's the last one for today," you told Eunbi, taking one last pic as she switched to her final outfit, wearing a blue bra top with a white skirt. "I don't think I've ever like a photoshoot like this one before," she said. "I was glad to help," you replied to her.

"I should reward you for such a good photoshoot," Eunbi said. "Reward me? I was just doing my job," you said to her. "Well, you did such a good job I feel like I need to reward you," she replied. "And how would you reward me?" you asked.

"Let me show you," Eunbi said, pulling her bra to the side and showing you her massive tits. "I want you to play with them, play with my whole body, I saw how excited you were taking all those pics of me," she said.

"Are you sure?" you asked Eunbi, trying to keep it professional. "Of course," Eunbi said, pushing her in your direction and starting kissing you. Despite the massive gap in height between both of you, Eunbi was the one dominating the action, taking the initiative and showing her the insatiable animal she was.

"Damn, you're such a fire woman," you told Eunbi. "Well, let's say my humble beginnings made me proud of my assets," Eunbi said, refencing her long path to stardom. It didn't take long and Eunbi was already pulling your pants down to suck your cock. "My cock, you're such a hungry woman," you told her. "No, I just respond by you guys being so hungry for my milk," she replied.

Eunbi beautifully sucked your cock, licing your shaft from top to bottom. "Let me see if you can take it all," you asked her, Eunbi quickly seetting the pace and throating your hard shaft to the fullest. "I saw how erect you were taking my photoshoot, must have been really hard, if you know what I mean," Eunbi said. "Quite the opposite, it made it easy for me to keep going," you told Eunbi.

It didn't take long for you and Eunbi to get completely naked in the room, you kissing her as she wrapped your cock between her big tits for you to bang it. "Confess it to me, you wanted to do this all day long," Eunbi said. "Yes, I did, those big boobs can steal any man's attention," you said to her.

Eunbi behaved like a hungry animal, pushing you against the couch she had just filmed the photoshoot as she throated your cock like a demon, jerking it off really fast. It didn't take much long and she was already sitting on it, moving her hips hard and grinding fast against your pole.

"Damn girl, slow dowm, you're moving too fast," you told Eunbi. "Am I? You really seem to like it?" she said, bouncing her big tits in front of your face and riding you fast, you grabbing her ass as she kept moving up and down your cock. "That is just the warm-up, baby," Eunbi said, jumping out of your cock and deepthroating you, before climbing back on top of you and totally dominating you with her hot body.

"Damn, you're such a fucking animal," you say to Eunbi, sitting on the couch and letting her spin on your cock. She teased you, switching between her pussy and her ass and turning the set of the photoshoot into her bed. "HOLY FUCK, YES," she moanned, you watching her big tits bounce hard as she rode your cock. You spread her pussy, her licking your feet and then climbing back to suck more of your cock. You got on top of her, fingering her pussy as you got on top of her.

You bent Eunbi over, taking her and stretching her mouth, trying to tame her as she spreads her cheeks for you to fuck her ass. "OH MY GOD," she screams, feeling your big cock tease in and out of her asshole before you start pounding it hard and choke her. "Yes, baby, fuck me like that," she says, you then turning to clap her cheeks hard. "AHHHHH, AHHHHHH," she screams.

Eunbi laughed as she hugged you. "Seems like you can be an animal too, how about you take me home and fuck the shit out of me?" Eunbi asked, tasting her ass from your cock. "Let me fuck a bit more here," you tell her, making her big tits bounce against the couch with your hard thrusts. "AH, AH, AH, AH," she moans, licking your feet in the couch.

"GOD DAMN IT, FUCK, FUCK, HOLY SHIT," Eunbi screams as you show her you can fuck hard too. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she continues to scream, you not holding anything back and pounding her ass. "You really like to fuck that ass, don't you?" she asks. "Yes, I love it," you tell her, offering your cock to Eunbi to taste it.

"Let's go home and fuck like animals," Eunbi said, putting her clothes back on and showing you the directions. You two soon arrived at her apartment. "Let's take the next step," you say to her. "But first, I wanna have some more memories of this special day," you continue. "Sure, anything you want," Eunbi says.

You put your camera in a tripod in Eunbi's living, room, programming it to take pictures of both of you as you two engage in an erotic photoshoot, the camera capturing her sucking and licking your shaft, your cock between the strings of her panties, you sucking her beautiful big tits. You then sat on the couch, Letting Eunbi slide in a 69-esque pose as you grabbed her body and she sucked your cock, the camera capturing everything.

Eunbi pushed her tongue to the side and put your cock in her ass, adding more pics to the photoshoot while you licked her high heels, bouncing on your cock for the camera as her big tits jiggled, before switching to a reverse ride. "You're enjoying this photoshoot, aren't you?" Eunbi said as she shaked her ass and you spanked it, her then tuning around and ripping your shirt off.

"I think we can startd for good now, let's turn the camera off" Eunbi says, doing it and then taking your pants off once again and diving to lick your asshole like a mad woman. She grabbed your toes and start licking them too. "You're so obsessed with my feet, such a nasty girl," you told her. "Yes, I love licking some dirty feet and ass," she answered.

Eunbi gets on top of you in the couch, overwhelming you even though you're a tall guy and she's a short girl. She shoves her big tits straight into your face. She takes her panties off, wrapping it around your shaft and bobbing her head on it using no hands. "So you want to get nasty?" you ask her. "Yes, give me all of it," she answers, you pushing your cock as deep as possible down her throat.

You give Eunbi's ass a little spank as she continues to choke herself on your cock, giving you some insane deepthroats. You then take her bra off and wrap it around her neck, choking it. "I'm gonna take it as a trophy after we are done," you said.

You shove Eunbi's little body against the couch, sitting on top of her face as she starts to lick your asshole right after. "Your slutty body is 90% tits," you say to her. Eunbi fingers her pussy as you suffocate her face with your ass, then brings her big tits togeher for you to slide your cock between them.

"OH FUCK YEAH," Eunbi moans as you reach your fingers into her cunt, plowing her tits from up top while a water bomb comes out from the bottom of her body. "I can't hear you," you say to her. "OHHH YEAH, AHHHHHH," she screams loudtly, her legs trembling as your cock fucks her boobs, your hands fuck her pussy and your ass suffocates her face.

Eunbi gets out of your face, sucking your balls in the process. You qucikly shows her who is in control now, thwarting her attempts to kiss you as she gets back on her feet and shoving her on all fours into the couch. "Yes, yes, yes," she whispers as you dive your face into eating her asshole and spank it. "FUCK BABY, LICK THAT DIRTY ASS," she begs.

"I'm gonna do much more than lick that dirty ass," you tell Eunbi. "Spread those cheeks for me," you continue, Eunbi obliging as you pin her against the couch, pressing her huge tits against the furniture. You tease her first, taking your cock slowly in her ass before putting it all in. "OH YES, PLEASE, GIVE IT TO ME, AH, AH, FUCK," she screams.

"HOLY SHIT," Eunbi screams as you kiss her and destroy her ass, her big tits jiggling hard. She moves her hips to meet your thrusts, you soon get on top of her to tame her. "OH DAMN IT, THAT'S SO DEEP," she screams. "Is it? Because I'm just starting," you say.

You mount on top of Eunbi, drilling her ass as hard as possible. Eunbi closes her eyes, putting her ass up and sticking her tongue out. "You're really a proper slut," you tell her, clapping her cheeks hard and pinning her tits against the couch. You push her face up, stretching her mouth as you choke her with the bra wrapped around her neck. "FUCK FUCK YES, LIKE THAT, LIKE THAT, SHIT," she screams, almost valling down the couch as her boobs now bounce in the air. "YES, YES, MORE, MORE," she begs, you grabbing her shoulder and treating her like a ragdolll.

"Come here," you tell Eunbi, taking a break to sit in the couch and letting her suck your cock. Eunbi makes groaning sounds like those of an animal, deepthroating and stroking your shaft like crazy, before taking her bra off her neck and wrapping it around it. "Is that my cock ring?" you ask her. "Hell yeah," she says, smiling as she circles her tongue around your balls, before another hard session of fast cocksucking and extreme deepthroating.

Eunbi spits on your cock and takes it deep in her mouth, sticking her tongue out. "You love to throat that cock," you say to her. "It's because I want to get it wet for you to fuck my ass," Eunbi says, kissing you as she gives your cock another good titfucking.

Eunbi sits on your lap and impales your cock in her ass. "YES, YES, FUCK," she moans, moving her hips rather quickly while her tits are all over your face. "You love riding it like a good slut, don't you?" you ask her. "Yes, I love it," Eunbi says, getting your cock deeper and moving up and down your shaft. You hit her face, Eunbi laughing and only pushing hard, turning you into her personal playground as she starts squatting on your cock. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moans.

Eunbi teases you, swtiching between her ass and her pussy before she lets you carry her and take back the commanding position. "HOLY FUCK, OH MY GOD," she screams as you grope her tits and then start choking her. "Please choke me," she begs, you pressing her legs against her big boobs and taking possession of her small body, Eunbi barely able to move as you strangle her, making her cough a bit with how rough you treat her.

You push Eunbi's body against the couch, taking turn betweens her pussy in her ass.. "Look what you're fucking doing to me, yes, please, use me like your fucktoy," she begs, your hard thrusts. "YES, YES, HOLY FUCK," she screams. "PLEASE, BABY, USE ME," she begs, you attacking both her holes hard and spitting in her mouth. "I love the way you fuck me," Eunbi says, you going back to choke her and spank her.

"HMMMMM," Eunbi tries to breathe but you don't let her, covering her face and watching it turn red while your hard pounding make her big tits bounce like pinballs. She reaches to finger her pussy, you spanking her face. "Fucking nasty slut, give me those tits," you say, pulling out and pushing her head against the couch, fucking her boobs hard and then slapping your cock all over her face.

"Turn around, let me show you how a bull fucks a titcow like you," you say to Eunbi, getting on top of her as she gets on all ours with her ass up in the couch. "OH YES, OH MY GOD," she screams as you fuck her ass like a raging bull destroying his cow partner. "FUCK, FUCK," she cotninues to scream, you giving her no rest and fucking her ass balls deep, your arms wrapped around her neck as her boobs get pinned into the top of the couch. "YES, YES, YES, SHIT, SHIT, GOD DAMN IT," Eunbi screams as she gets used hard, the sex getting more animalesque each second. "You like that" you ask her. "Yes, baby, I love being used like a slut," she answers.

Eunbi gets up and licks your torso and armpits, smashing your cock between her body before going down to suck it, jiggling her huge tits as she chokes herself on it. You two share a pair of hot kisses. "COME ON, COME ON, GIVE ME SO MUCH MORE," she begs. You give her what she wants, grabbing Eunbi's hair and sticking your cock in her ass, Eunbi promply riding in a reverse cowgirl while she looks at you and you push her tits against her face. "FUCK, FUCK FUCK, FUCK," she continues to scream.

"Stay right there," you tell Eunbi, grabbing her waist and letting her shake and spin all over your cock. "Take all that cock inside, up and down" you tell her, Eunbi opening her ass as she bounces on your cock, you enjoying watching the bouncing of her tits from the side. You push Eunbi's body against yous, lying on the couch. "Oh my God I love this, keep puuhing deep inside, up and down," you tell her. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK," Eunbi moans, twisting and turning all over your cock as she gets it deep in her ass, alternating soft and hard bounces.

However, you feel like Eunbi is having too much fun bouncing on your cock, grabbing her neck and pushing her back into your torso. Eunbi gives you a naughty stare and keeps bouncing, laughing as her boobs jiggle. She moves to ride you sideways. "YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK," SHE MOANS, spinning on your cock and giving you a full view of her tits bouncing at their full glory.

Eunbi stops bouncing and both of you now share a spitting contest between each other. "So nasty," you say to her as she sticks her tongue out. "Who told you to do that, slut?" you then ask. "No one, I just wanted to," she answers. "Well, now I'm gonna punish you, stupid titcow," you tell her.

You pin Eunbi against the couch, getting completely on top of her body and stomping on her head as your cock finds her asshole one more time. "YES, YES, PUNISH ME LIKE THAT, BABY," she begs, her face already completely ruined. "OH MY GOD, YES, BABY," she continues to plead, you choking her neck so hard you could kill her. Heck who cares if she taps out, you'd just keep fucking her. You get really rough with Eunbi. "Open your ass," you command, pushing your cock hard and deep against it while pushing your hands against her head.

"YES, YES, YES, CHOKE ME, CHOKE ME, CHOKE ME," Eunbi screams as you turn her into a begging mess. "AHHHHHH," she continues to scream, you tying her arms bahind her back, spanking her face. "Such a nasty baby begging to be punished," you say. "I LOVE BEING CHOKED, PLEASE, KEEP GOING," Eunbi begs, but you have different plans.

You drag Eunbi's body to the floor, spanking her butt and then lifting it up before taking it for one more round. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES," she screams. Eunbi carries you into her kitchen, you spitting on her face and hitting it nonstop. "Did you take me to the kitchen because you want more sausage?" you ask her as you keep hitting her face. "Yes, baby, I did," she answers.

Eunbi gets hit countless times in her face, you treating her like a completely useless slut. "You took that endorsement because you're nothing without reminding us about your big fucking tits," you say to her. "That's all you are, a stupid horny titcow taking advantage of our lust for your milk bags," you continue, degrading her as Eunbi can't really deny it.

You slde Eunbi's body up and down the floor, before shoving your cock into her throat, enjoying her head-bobbing and tit-bouncing as she sucks it. You sit in ons of the kitchen's stools, jerking your cock off as you stomp in Eunbi's massive boobs, showcasing your domination over her. "Finger that pussy, show me that water bomb," you tell her, Eunbi franctically reaching into her clit as she squirts hard on the floor.

"That's what I want to see," you tell Eunbi, putting one of your foot in her neck the other in her pussy. She gets up and bobs her head on your cock. "Suck it, bitch," you say, Eunbi's red face deepthroating it like crazy. She laughs as you spit and spank her face, "Keep going, show me the cock slut you are, suck it until you gag," you tell her.

Eunbi then turns and spreads her ass, indicating she wants more of your cock inside it. "Come here," you tell her, Eunbi moving in your direction until your cock sinks deep inside her asshole. "YES," she screams, bouncing on your cock as her tits turn into loose pinballs. You grab her hair, pushing her into she stool and spanking her ass hard. "AHHHHH," Eunbi screams almost crying, you plowing her from behind and groping her big tits.

"YES, YES, YES, HOLY FUCK," Eunbi screams. "Open your ass for me, stretch it" you keep telling her, Eunbi fisting her butthole and then letting you dive to eat it while she shakes her ass in your face. You stick your cock in her ass again, Eunbi moving her hips and begging for more. "Harder, harder," she pleads, pushing her head agaisnt the kitchen table. You tease her, thrusting a couple times into her pussy.

"Sit down and turn aroud," you tell Eunbi, flipping the stool and putting her into eye-to-eye contact with you as you grabbed her head and thrusted into her pussy, setting your sights right at her big boobs, kissing her and groping them as Eunbi enjoyed your hard pounding. "Yes, baby, keep going," she begged.

"I've fucked your ass for so long I forgot you had such a good pussy," you told Eunbi, increasing the pace and making her cheeks clap and boobs shake. "Yes, please, keep fucking that pussy," she begged, kissing you and looking you in the eye as you passionately attacked her cunt, getting needier the more you fucked her. "Come here," you told Eunbi, sticking your cock in her pussy in the couch and continuing the romantic session while spitting all over her face. "Please, please, I need more," she begged,

You wrapped your arms around Eunbi's hot body, getting her under your complete control. "I love that," she said, kissing you as your cock kept madly thrusting inside her pussy. You now have total control of Eunbi's small body and her huge tits, her becoming completely submissive and cock-drunk for you. "I don't want you to stop, I want you to keep fucking me forever," Eunbi says, kissing you and showing her vulnerability as she gets pounded like never before.

You turn into use Eunbi's pussy like a fleshlight, attacking it at a straight angle without even looking. "OH YESSSSS," she screams, you making her squirt hard. You reward her for her orgasm by sitting on top of her face and banging her huge tits, Eunbi reaching to jerk your cock off as you plow her tits and finger her wet cunt. "HMMMMMMM," she screams, her moans muffled by your ass in her face as a geyser of squirt comes out of her cunt.

"Look, it's the waterbomb festival," you say to Eunbi as you finger-fuck her pussy at the same time that you fist her mouth. "OHHHHHH," Eunbi screams as she keeps squirting, falling onto the floor. "You're all mine, you fucking big tit slut," you proclaim.

Eunbi pants on the floor as you keep making her pussy squirt and choking her. She coughs, her face completely ruined as you spread her saliva all over it before stuffinf your cock back in her mouth. You drag her back up, Eunbi barely able to stand on her feet, you putting her upside down on the couch as you shove your cock back in her ass on a pile driver. "AHHHHHHH," Eunbi screams, you attacking her asshole really hard. "Open this ass," you tell her, Eunbi spreading her legs and pinning her knees against her big tits. "HOLY SHIT, OH MY GOD, FUCKK," she screams, your cock relentlessly pounding her ass, her body at a fetal position and completely dominated.

"OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES, HOLY SHIT," Eunbi moans as she gets turned into a fleshlight. Her skin is red, her face ruined. You pull out and stick your cock back in her mouth, Eunbi bobbing her head hard on it as soon as it gets down her throat. "Oh yeah," you say as Eunbi gags on your cock. She tilts on the couch, sucking your cock as you push her head against.

"My nasty little big tit girl," you tell Eunbi. "Put this dick inside your ass again," you command to her, Eunbi sitting back on your cock and squatting hard on it, making very loud clapping sounds against your hips. "FUCKKKKKK," she moans, making sure to ride it as hard and fast as possible, pushing you to the edge even though she is already completely wasted. "YES, YES, FUCK," she screams.

Eunbi teases you, jerking your cock off. "I know what you want, put that ass up," you say to Eunbi, placing her back on all fours and drilling her asshole in the couch. "YEAH, YEAH, AHHHHH," she screams, spreading her cheeks for you as your cock destroys her guts. "DON'T STOP BABY, YES, FUCK THAT ASS," Eunbi begs, you stomping on her head as your cock plows her butt hard. She can barely move at this point, completely tapping out as you just use her as a training ground to your pleasure: spanking her, choking her, fucking her, using her.

"Oh yeah, you're such a naughty big tit girl," you say to Eunbi, taking a little break to look at her ruined beauty. "Beg for more," you tell her. "Yes, please," Eunbi follows, you opening her legs and hitting her face and tits, spitting on her body as she fingers her cunt and squirts all over you. "Horny slut," you say to her, choking Eunbi and then putting her legs over her head for a mating press, locking her body except for her massive tits, which you let bounce freely.

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," Eunbi begs as her pussy gets destroyed. You keep choking and spitting on her. "I want you to use my pussy and let me taste your cum," she begs. "You do?" you ask her, increasing the pace and plowing her pussy a bit, before shoving your cock in her mouth for a little round of facefucking that makes her gag.

"Oh fuck," Eunbi moans as she jerks your cock off and sucks it. Her face is completely red now, her barely able to think straight, all she wants to be now is your cocksleeve and you deliver it to her, passionately fucking her pussy while wrapping your arms around her body. You treat her very rough, but also show her how much you love her, Eunbi getting overwhelmed by her emotions as she keeps receiving the fucking of her life.

You hug Eunbi as you keep fucking her pussy. "Yes, please," she begs, your passionate thrusts driving her crazy. You spread her legs and fuck her pussy one last time, Eunbi turning into a beggar. "Please, please, please," she repeats as she keeps getting her pussy plowed on a mating press. Your urge to breed her grows the more time you spend in her pussy, but you won't deny her wish to get your cum in her face.

You pull out of Eunbi, fucking her tits just as you start getting close. She sticks her tongue out, ready for your cum, panting as she can barely breathe, your load hitting right in her face and dripping down her tits. You give her a massive cumshot, built up from all those hours you spent taking pictures of her and holding how horny you were the whole time. "A white rain of cum for the silver rain," you say to her.

Eunbi rewards you with a nice kiss of your cock, twisting your balls. "God, you fuck me so hard it felt like I just got gangbanged by 5 guys," she says. "Ms. Eunbi, you're such an insane woman, fucking her was amazing too" you say to her, praising her skills. "Thank you," Eunbi says, hugging you and feeling a little emotional. You truly owned her and she loved it. "Just one session and you're already my faovirte big tit woman ever," you say, declaring your love for her.

However, you love moment with her suddenly gets interrupted by the door of Eunbi's house ringing.

"Eunbi unnie, we are coming for dinner," a girly voice says behind the door. "Fuck, I gotta hide you," Eunbi says as she shows you her dorm while getting herself dressed to receive her guest.

"Eunbi unnie, why are you taking so long?" another girl's voice comes in. "Sorry, I was busy" Eunbi says as she opens the door, just getting enough time to wear a robe. "No problem," Yena answers her.

"Did you make dinner for us, Eunbi unnie?" Minju asks. "No, I just came home," Eunbi answers her. "You're looking very sweaty," Chaewon says to her.

"Come to my room, I have something way better than dinner for you," Eunbi tells the girls. "If you say so," Minju says. Eunbi guides the 3 girls to her dorm, letting Yena open it as the girls find you naked in Eunbi's spatious bed.

"Oh that's much better than dinner," Chaewon says.

[the-attaarmadhaj]

The thing about Mormon missionaries is that, yeah. Most of them are extremely sheltered kids trying to do their best to be good how they were taught. I rarely see much of them, I think I walked past a few in my hometown a few years back? It was easy to tell they were christian missionaries of some sort because they were American (you could tell from the accents), dressed smartly, and carrying bibles. But all I really remember of it was how excitedly they were chatting about being in a different country. I don't think they go to where I'm from often, it's kinda middle of nowhere and it's just half an hour either north or south by car, or 20 minutes by train, to a couple major cities, so most of them likely end up in one of those and branching to our town only occasionally if they're trying to be extra diligent and proactive in what they were told to do. So, looking back, they were just kids, a couple years younger than i am now, excited to be abroad, trying their absolute best to be good. Just makes me angry at the Mormon church tbh. They should have had the opportunity to explore our town without all the rules they gotta follow, have the opportunity to actually fully indulge in their excitement.

I couldn't offer anything at the time, I was maybe 14 or 15, and they were heading the opposite direction to us, away from the town centre (where the train station is) and towards where more of the houses are (and also, funnily enough, right past where we got a jehovas witnesses centre and a quaker hall right next door to each other which is something I chuckle about whenever I think about it, because thats about as different from each other as two branches of christianity can get, and theyre next door neighbours). But I like to hope that, even with all those rules they gotta follow, they were able to gain something positive from their visit to our town, even if it was only a taste of what a medium sized town in the UK can be like.

But yeah, be nice to them. They're basically kids.

[wondrluv]

୨୧ in need ; af35

➪ summary: when you and your contagious happy energy weasel your way into azzi's life, she's hesitant to tell people. but after a bad day, all you want is her, and nothing's going to stop you from getting to her, not even the crowd of teammates at her place

➪ warnings: reader has a bad day, mentions of hiding relationship

➪ word count: 1.4k

➪ emma's notes: ahhhh my first azzi fic! i came up with this idea like in the middle of the night last night when i couldn't sleep so here this is. i'm so excited to write more for her, but for now, this is what i've written! i hope you guys enjoy as always :) i do have a new taglist system, so if you want to be added, feel free to check out the form at the bottom of this post!

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You were always told you had this effect on people. The kind of effect that if someone was having the worst of all days, one look at you would make it all the better. 

You got used to this, everyone saying that you had this glow about you that just made them want to smile, but you never believed it. Not until you met Azzi Fudd.

Azzi Fudd was the kind of girl that always looked like something had upset her or someone had pissed her off just moments before you looked at her. Though for you, you never thought it was because of that. From the second you met her, you knew there was another layer to Azzi that no one else knew about, hell, maybe even her closest friends and family didn’t even know about. And you were determined to figure out what it was.

So, when the opportunity arose, you sat next to her on the first day of one of your classes, grinning at her like you just won the lottery. She gave you a skeptical look, eyeing you up and down, appalled at the fact that you were so happy on a Monday at 9 in the morning. 

You just introduced yourself, your smile never wavering, even when all she did was nod and turn back to her phone, music still playing through her headphones. And for a few weeks, that was all it was. You saying hi and her giving a less than committal response before sitting in silence for the rest of the class. 

And almost two weeks of having classes with her every Monday and Wednesday, before she said something back. Four classes weren’t a lot, but maybe it was your effect, the effect you had to nuzzle your way into her heart, warming it every time you even glanced at her. 

You weren’t expecting it in the least, the small ‘hey’ she all but whispered when you gave her your beaming smile, but that only caused you to smile wider. And with each passing class, she would say more and more, and that was when your relationship with Azzi Fudd started. The sunshine girl and the black cat girlfriend.

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Six months later, the two of you had been dating for four, and she had yet to tell anyone about the two of you. Maybe it was because she was scared of admitting she found a soft spot for someone and she would get teased relentlessly for it, or it was because she was protecting you from the teasing she knew you would get once her friends saw her with you. 

You didn’t mind, not in the slightest. You were happy to keep your relationship private if that’s what she wanted. All you wanted was her, no matter the format. But now? Now it didn’t matter if the whole world was watching the two of you; you needed her. 

This had to have been the longest day you’ve ever experienced. From almost running into class late, to the missing reports you had lying on your desk that you needed for your project, to the twisting of your ankle on the walk back to your apartment, down to the coffee you spilled over yourself in the middle of the cafe. 

To be frank, you were over it, your mind was scattered, your body was worn, and all you wanted was to curl up on your girlfriend’s chest and forget about today. So with the rest of your willpower, you bundled up in a pair of sweatpants, one of Azzi’s sweatshirts, tied your hair up in a ponytail with your phone and wallet in your hands, and headed out the door. 

The walk to Azzi’s wasn’t long, but the slight chill in the air made it seem like it went on for longer than 10 minutes, coupled with the exhaustion setting heavy in your bones. You pulled your sleeves over your hands as you walked up the stairs to her place; the elevator being broken was just another layer to your day. 

Your mind was so focused on Azzi’s comfort that you barely noticed the people surrounding you as you walked into her place, kicking her shoes off and bee-lining it to where she lay spread out on the couch, collapsing on top of her, burying your head in her chest. 

Everyone froze; KK’s hand stopped inches from her mouth, holding a piece of pizza, Paige’s eyebrows quirked, water bottle in hand, Ice glanced over from where she was fiddling with the TV remote, Aubrey looked up from her phone, and Sarah’s mouth hung open just slightly before she closed it, her attempt to mask her confusion and amusement futile. 

But Azzi paid no mind to them, her arms wrapping around almost like second nature, one hand coming to play with your hair as the other rubs soothing circles across your back, slipping beneath your hoodie. She murmured something low in your ear, a soft, “I got you,” and nothing else, holding you tightly against her. 

She pressed a soft kiss to your temple, her movements never wavering as she focused all of her attention on you. Your legs tangled with hers as you tried to push yourself closer against her, causing her to let out a tiny laugh that left everyone else exchanging glances. 

You felt safe being surrounded by her, almost like your own personal blanket that you were dead set on keeping. You gripped her hoodie, clutching it in your hands as if letting go would make her disappear. This was the only thing you needed after a long day. 

No one knew what to do, watching you, someone they didn’t know, curl up with their teammate, someone they did know who wasn’t one for physical affection or showing any signs of what they were feeling besides being annoyed. It was odd.

“Uh, Azzi-”

“Shh.” Azzi cut KK off with a simple sound, holding you tighter like she was protecting you from her friends’ words. 

Despite the circumstances, Azzi’s lips turned into a soft smile, not caring that her friends were seeing her like this, she loved having you in her arms, it was her favorite thing in the world. The feel of you against her, providing warmth both physically and emotionally, the way you looked so adorable with your face smushed against her chest, the soft snores you sometimes let out if you stayed in that position for one too many minutes. She was sure there was no better feeling than this. 

It didn’t take long for you to drift off, not even the slightest bit put off by the five or six other people staring at you as you made yourself comfortable. As long as Azzi was with you, you could fall asleep anywhere. 

A few minutes after you dozed off, Paige cleared her throat, eyes flickering between your face and her friend’s, “So…”

Azzi looked up, her previous blissful expression falling off, and a hardened one took over, “Yes?”

“Who’s this?” Paige’s face was all but amused, her lips turned into a teasing smile, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“None of your business.”

“Oh, c’mon, Az. She waltzes in here like she owns the place, doesn’t even bat an eye at who’s here before practically jumping on you, and then falls asleep with your arms around her. We’re dumb, not stupid.”

She just rolled her eyes, her gaze softening as she looked back down at you, brushing your hair behind your ear, away from your face. She sighed softly before nodding, “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“When did you meet her?” “What’s her name?” “How long has this been going on?” “How’d she get you to-” 

She glared at them as you shifted, their overlapping voices too loud for you to ignore. They shut up quickly at her stare, watching as your head turned to lie on the other side before your breathing evened out once again. 

“One at a time and be quiet.”

“What’s her name?”

“Her name’s y/n.”

“When did you guys meet?”

“We met six months ago when classes started, she’s in my finance class.”

“When did you-”

“Four months ago.”

“How-”

“She has that effect on people.” Azzi’s voice murmured, peering down at you again, fingers running through your hair to further calm you down as you slept. 

No one spoke again, watching their friend’s actions with small smiles on their faces. They were never really sure they would see a soft side to Azzi Fudd, but now that they met you - if you could even call it a meeting -, they were sure that would change. 

AF35 ; WBB MASTERLIST

TAGLIST ; NAVIGATION

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

hiii. I saw your prompts post, I was wondering if you can do 205 with mingi, I don’t have any special requests

➯a/n: wwwoakay ddlg with mingi what a concept thank you for this opportunity 🫠🫠 i was so excited that i wrote this in like an hour flat...

Doll

❥Song Mingi x fem reader

205: ddlg/age play themes

✫彡wordcount: 1k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: gentle + intimate sex, established relationship, fingering, big dick mink !!, daddy kink, pet names, praise, finger sucking, the glasses stay ON during sex 😋, forehead touches (OH WE ARE SO BACK)

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Song Mingi is the most caring, gentle, attentive man you've ever been with. He knows what you want and he knows how to give it to you.

You're laid back on his pillows like the precious doll he sees you as — propped up comfortably and being taken care of the way you deserve.

"There we goooo," Mingi coos as he pumps three large fingers in and out of your wetness at a pace that only could be described as maddening, "gotta stretch my little angel out."

The first time you tried to have sex, you couldn't help but stare at his length with wide eyes; no way that is going inside of you! But Mingi just kissed your forehead and asked, "don't you trust your Daddy?" And you definitely do. Mingi has never hurt you, he rarely even gets rough unless you ask for it very clearly.

"W-" Just as you open your mouth to ask for more, his fingers are speeding up. He knows you like the back of his hand. He knows just how to make you crumble.

He uses his free hand to push up his glasses, sitting between your spread legs with a gentle smirk gracing his plump lips. Watching every move you make. "Feels good, doll?"

"Mmhm!" Comes a muffled moan from your pressed together lips, trying to hold back your whines as his fingers graze the spot inside of you that makes your eyes threaten to roll back into your head.

"Mhm~ Daddy makes you feel so good, what do you say?" He coaxes you with a soft purr in his voice. His large hand traces its way up your thigh, over your hip and to your waist; where it finds a home and squeezes gently.

"Thank you, Daddy!" You yelp while grabbing at his hand clumsily, managing to grab hold of one of his fingers. "C-close..."

"Cum for me whenever you're ready, my pretty girl-"

You clench around his fingers, your back arching off the bed before he moves his hand and pushes you back down; putting you back into the perfect position to take his fingers just how he intends — just how he knows will make you see heaven. "Daddy! H- ahh!" And there you go, right into the deep end and drowning in a buzzing ocean of pleasure.

"There you go, angel," he chuckles as you grab at his arm dizzily, your legs trembling as he continues to massage you from the inside out while you convulse around his fingers. "That's it, cum for Daddy~" His dick is twitching against his stomach, impatiently awaiting to be inside of you and really stretch you out. You, apparently, are also getting impatient:

"Daddy, I- please- need your cock!"

And when you feel so good — your velvety walls fluttering around his digits like you're trying to convince them never to leave — he can't say no. You should be clenching around something else; something better than some (admittedly talented) fingers. It's what his little doll deserves! How can he deny you?

   The answer is; he can't.

"My good girl," he leans over you and kisses you oh so softly while he slowly pulls his fingers out.

While you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, his lips are replaced by his messy fingers. "Clean your mess, doll," he moans as you immediately start kitten licking your own arousal off of his digits, your eyes still closed blissfully from the kiss. He has to force himself to look away, or he'll be watching you lap at his fingers for hours.

He grips the base of his member, teasing the both of you as he slides his leaking tip up and down your soaked slit. You moan around his fingertips, peeking your eyes open to look down between your bodies just as he does.

    "You want it, doll?"

    He knows you do. Of course he does. But he just wants to hear you say it.

     "Give it to me, Daddy," you hum quickly before taking his fingers back into your mouth, batting your lashes up at him as he looks to you with stars in his eyes.

     It's like he's splitting you in half in the most divine and delicious way possible as he finally guides his tip into you. No matter how long he spends stretching you out; what he does, nothing feels as simultaneously heavenly and torturous as his girth carving your slick walls out to fit him perfectly snug. 

    You gag around his fingers as he keeps steadily inching forward — once he's got his tip inside of you, he doesn't stop until he's balls deep. He's anything but a 'just the tip' man.

    "Shhh," he shushes you softly through his moans, his fingers stroking against your tongue as he withdraws them. "Breathe, baby," he fists the pillow behind you roughly as your walls clamp down on him. A curse cracking in his throat as he leans over you, covering your body with his as he bottoms out. 

     He always makes you feel so fucking full it's hard to breathe. Like he's fucked his way all the way up to your lungs and knocked the air straight out of them. But he does it so gently that it makes you feel like you're floating, his constant praise making you dizzy.

     "Fuck," he groans, eyebrows pressed together as he rests his forehead on yours. His glasses fogging from your shared, heated breaths. "Look at you. My perfect little doll."

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[witchslove]

Watch Me

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: When Wanda gets an interesting request from one of her viewers, she asks you to help her out.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, top!reader, piss kink, mentions of smut

A/N: Just a fun little blurb in the camgirl Wanda universe. This fic contains piss kink, you have been warned.

Blurb from “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Ever since you and Wanda had made your relationship official, you’d been helping her out with a lot of her streams.

It was new and exciting and it turned both of you on immensely.

Sometimes you’d star in her shows, fucking her on camera for her viewers to see. You never showed your face, however, and Wanda was okay with your decision to remain anonymous.

She also had you help her film content pretty often, finding it even more arousing to have you watching her from behind the camera while she touched herself.

The paid requests were usually pretty tame - viewers wanted to see Wanda edge herself, overstimulate herself, or make herself cum with different toys - and you were glad to help, always enjoying the view that came with it.

One particular request had Wanda feeling nervous to ask for your help.

Someone had asked her to piss on camera. She’d never filmed anything like that before, but she wasn’t opposed to it.

She just didn’t know how to ask you to film it. She didn’t know how you would react either, or how awkward it might be to pee in front of you. You’d made her squirt before, many times at that, but this was different.

There were so many variables that made her nervous, but what really caught her off guard was that the thought of you watching her do it actually turned her on.

She never considered that she might be into such a thing. The thought had never crossed her mind, let alone accompanied by so much arousal. She came to the conclusion that it wasn’t so much the act that turned her on - it was you specifically. The thought of you watching her while she was so vulnerable made her core throb.

Days went by before she finally mustered up the courage to bring it up to you, unsure of why she was so nervous when you were always nothing but understanding.

The two of you were making out on the couch, her in your lap, the movie you’d put on long forgotten, when she decided to take the leap. “Oh, I wanted to talk to you about something,” she started, breaking the kiss. “I got a new request and I need your help with it.”

Your interest piqued at her words. “Go on,” you encouraged, your hands resting on her waist as she spoke.

“It’s kind of a weird request but I think I want to do it, I just can’t really get the camera angle right on my own and you’re always so good at it,” she rambled before stopping to take a breath.

“Someone paid me to pee on camera,” she blurted out, biting her lip immediately after the words left her mouth.

You took a moment to process what she said and Wanda held her breath.

“I- wow, that’s… something,” you managed to get out, unsure of how you felt about it, but unable to deny the heat that spread through your body at the idea. “Of course I’ll help you, my love. You know I’ll never turn down an opportunity to see you naked,” you joked, alleviating some of the tension.

Wanda chuckled, relieved that you weren’t judgmental, not that she thought you would be in the first place.

“Okay,” she said, smiling down at you. “Thank you.” She leaned in to kiss you softly. “Could we do it later today? I got the request a few days ago and I’ve kept them waiting a while.”

“Of course baby,” you responded, not pressing her on why she didn’t bring it up sooner. You figured she probably hadn’t decided if it was something she was comfortable with until now.

“Guess I should start drinking water,” she jested, giving you one last kiss before getting up to go to the kitchen.

A few hours later, she was ready. She pulled you aside and led you to the bathroom, where she’d already set things up for you. You grabbed her camera and microphone from the countertop while she undressed before waiting for further instruction.

She positioned herself in the bathtub so that she was half sitting on one of the edges, her legs spread and pussy exposed.

You practically drooled at the sight. No matter how many times you’d seen your girlfriend on display for you, it still had the same effect every time.

“You ready?” She asked, wincing slightly at the fullness of her bladder.

“Yes ma’am,” you replied, pressing record.

Wanda looked at you for reassurance and found only desire in your gaze. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip before she relaxed and let go.

What started out as a trickle turned into a steady stream of piss, splattering slightly as it came in contact with the tub. Wanda let out a breath of relief and closed her eyes at the feeling of releasing after holding it in for so long.

When she opened her eyes, a pang of arousal shot through her at what she saw.

You were entranced. Your gaze was fixated on her pussy and the clear liquid streaming out of her, your mouth open the slightest bit, pupils dilated.

She hadn’t expected you to be so turned on from watching her pee, but it was exhilarating. The way you were looking at her was making her feel hot all over.

You didn’t know what to expect going into this, but you certainly weren’t expecting your view to be this hot. You couldn’t help but stare, your arousal growing with every second that passed.

Wanda was pissing in front of you and it was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.

Part of you wanted to toss the camera to the side and kneel in front of her as she let go, but you had one job and you were going to do it right.

When you looked up at Wanda’s face, she was staring at you intently with a smirk adorning her perfect features. You knew at that moment that you’d been caught, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Rarely did you ever rewatch the videos you made together, since you always had the real thing right in front of you, but you had a feeling you’d be coming back to this one.

Your eyes fell back down, watching as piss continued to flow from her pussy, almost letting out a whimper at the sight.

As her stream died down, you noticed you were practically panting and tried to control your breathing. Luckily, the mic was above her and not you.

You stopped recording and looked away, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Wanda spoke first, teasing you.

You couldn’t lie to her. “Yeah,” you managed, still avoiding eye contact. “That was…”

“Hot,” she finished, causing you to look up at her.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in agreement, not sure what else to say.

“Come here,” she said softly, leaning forward, and you met her halfway.

She kissed you, letting her tongue slip into your mouth for a moment before pulling away. “We can talk about it later,” she mumbled against your lips. “Right now, I need you to fuck me.”

You grunted at her words, nodding eagerly and kissing her again with more fervor. You picked her up, setting her against the wall, and did exactly as she asked.

She came three times before you stripped down as well and joined her for a shower, kissing languidly as you washed each other.

The two of you eventually discussed what had transpired, acknowledging that you both enjoyed it and deciding to do it again in the future.

The next morning, Wanda left the door open when she went to the bathroom just to tease you, letting you hear her stream and giving you a partial view of her legs spread on the toilet. This woman was going to be the death of you.

Two weeks later, she peed on you in the shower and you touched yourself under her stream, coming undone before she was even finished.

Wanda was no longer nervous to ask you for help with her more unique requests, nor was she nervous to explore new kinks with you, which you were also grateful for.

What started out as a weird request from one of Wanda’s viewers turned out to be an undiscovered kink brought to light in your relationship, and the two of you had never felt closer to each other.

[introspectiveextrovertive-blog]

Part 4 - Paige's Birthday

Fall - 2021

Today was Paige’s birthday. 

Azzi woke feeling giddy, excited to finally gift her best friend the gift she’s been putting together for the last two months. Her day was full with weights and classes, and although she was seeing Paige later in the evening to celebrate, she immediately found her phone and called her on FaceTime, running into a study space down the hall to not wake her roommate. It was 6AM.

Paige picked up on the fifth ring. She was surrounded by darkness, and her eyes looked swollen from sleep, face half squished into her pillow, lips slightly glistening from the drool Azzi knew escaped her mouth when she was in deep REM sometimes. Cute, Azzi thought.

“Bro, it’s 6 in the morning,” the birthday girl said groggily, voice scratchy.

Azzi beamed, angling the phone down at her face so Paige could see her full smile. “Happy birthday P Buckets!” She exclaimed. “You’re old as hell now, bighead.”

At hearing her words, Paige pushed more of her face into the pillow, feeling a smile creep up on her face. She felt a blush coming on as well and wasn’t sure why; perhaps because Azzi was the first to wish her a happy birthday, because that was such an Azzi thing to do.

“You’re the biggest head for calling me this early,” Paige grumbled, sliding a hand down her face, trying to wake herself up. She opened her eyes and smiled fondly at Azzi through the screen, “Thanks dawg, ‘preciate it.”

“Are you excited for later?” Azzi sat now on a bean bag in the room, her cow slippers tapping the floor. The team had decided they were all going out to celebrate Paige, as they had a later practice tomorrow.

“Yeah, should be fun. Gonna get you drunk,” Paige was pushing half her face into her pillow again, a mischievous smirk on her face.

Azzi slightly blanched at the thought, her body always being a temple to her. She rolled her eyes, “You can try.”

She let out a quick grunt as she got up from the bean bag, the cut t-shirt she slept in slightly falling down her shoulder. Paige’s eyes flickered to her friend’s exposed collarbone and chest, suddenly feeling warm.

“I’ve got to start getting ready for lift and class but I just wanted to call you and let you know I’m glad you were born or whatever,” Azzi said casually, slightly pacing the small study room. “And I love you, or something.” She blushed at her own words, trying hard to continue looking at Paige directly.

Paige stared at her for a moment, mouth slightly open and her lips turned up. She settled on a small smirk, “You’re so corny.”

Azzi groaned and threw her head back, “Shut up.”

Paige chuckled softly. After a beat she replied, “I love you too, Az.”

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Paige’s day was filled with calls and texts from friends and families, even getting a text from Geno that read Happy birthday kid. Strangers around campus even knew it was her birthday somehow, something she could attribute to the phenomenon of her celebrity. It did feel strange to have someone wish her a happy birthday that she didn’t know the name of, however. Regardless, she was on cloud 9.

Her apartment had been unofficially assigned as the pregame spot, something she didn’t mind at all. Her teammates filtered in and out of her room as she got ready, hyping her up and making her laugh.

“Oh, she looking like a dime and a half,” Nika hollered, adding highlighter to Paige’s cheekbones.

“I’m a bad bitch, you already know,” Paige sang absentmindedly, scrolling her phone as her friend did her makeup.

Nika took this distracted opportunity to slightly clear her throat. “So,” She started, “Tryna look pretty for anyone tonight?”

Paige scrunched her brows at the question, slightly laughing. She hadn’t talked to anyone like that since last spring. “Nah, dude. I can’t even remember the last time I was messing with someone like that. I got this shit on for myself,” She cheesed at her friend through the mirror. 

Nika, about to continue her subtle interrogation, was interrupted as Paige stood abruptly. “Azzi texted she’s here, be right back,” Paige said, partially out the door already.

“Mhm,” Nika said to herself.

A few seconds later, Paige walked back in with Azzi. Both held slightly flushed cheeks and smiles, Azzi with a purple gift bag in her hand. She gave Nika a quick hug, “You look so good!”

Nika smiled, “Nah, look at you – I see that belly ring out, girl. Tryna impress anyone tonight?”

Azzi stayed flush and quickly shook her head saying, “Oh my god, no” at the same time as Paige’s “Chillllllll.”

Nika clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, putting away her makeup she brought over to help Paige get ready, “Well if I don’t see you talking to anyone tonight I’m gonna be disappointed.”

Azzi just laughed, settling herself at the edge of Paige’s bed. Paige gave Nika a quick dap and thanked her for helping her get ready.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nika replied as she left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar and eyes catching Paige join Azzi on the bed. She smiled to herself.

The pair now sat alone in Paige’s room, Azzi wringing her hands slightly at a curious nervousness she wasn’t used to around her best friend. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but Paige was starting to look…almost mature. Perhaps it was the makeup and the flat ironed blonde hair, but Azzi had never seen Paige’s cheekbones so defined, or noticed that her cheeks hollowed in a way that accentuated her sharp jaw line. Her lips looked full and glossy, and her eyes looked almost navy as she stared at her through long mascara-coated eyelashes.

Azzi blinked. She stood up and shoved the purple bag in Paige’s lap.

Paige looked back and forth between the bag and back up at Azzi standing in front of her knees, huffing a laugh at the abruptness. More seriously, she said quietly, “You didn’t have to get me anything, Az.”

“Sure,” Azzi motioned to the bag, “Open it.”

Paige began pulling the tissue paper out of the bag, a lopsided smile she didn’t realize she was wearing sat on her lips. Inside, sat a photo album, a few friendship bracelets, a chocolate chip cookie bucket from the Minnesota State Fair, and a new purple iPad case.

“Your case got scratched,” Azzi said, noticing Paige’s silence as she sifted through the items.

Paige opened the album wordlessly, her chest hammering. It was littered with photos from their summer together, some taken on their phones, some taken on a polaroid. Most were Paige and Azzi smiling with or at each other.

“I had them printed out,” Azzi needlessly explained, still looking to fill the silence that Paige had fallen under. “Those are all my favorites.”

Paige looked up at her then, her heart feeling so tender as she looked on and smiled at her friend. She felt so seen. She felt so loved.

“I love it, Az,” She smiled wrapping Azzi in a tight hug, rocking them back and forth, “Thank you so much.”

Paige’s head landed on Azzi’s chest, her arms wounding so tight Azzi had no choice but to step in between her knees. Azzi laughed, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and hugged her back, her arms finding themselves around Paige’s shoulders.

“Yay,” Azzi said quietly as they held each other.

Paige smiled goofily at her and pulled away, her hands lingering on Azzi’s waist before falling back to the items in her lap. She got up, gently placing the bag on her desk, making a mental note to set aside several hours tomorrow to eat chocolate chip cookies and stare at each photo in the album until she had them memorized.

“Alright,” Paige said, “Let’s party.”

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At Ted’s, it was packed.

Paige was being greeted by everyone, and surrounded by her teammates. As Dorka went to the bar to grab the group another round, Paige cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Yo, get Azzi another shot!”

Azzi, standing next to Paige with a toothy grin, looked objectively good. Great, even. This was something Paige’s tipsy brain could register. Her hair was down and looking voluminously curly, she was wearing a baby blue crop top that made her skin color pop, and her belly ring was twinkling every so often from the dull bar lights. Yeah, Paige thought, she looks good.

Paige found herself staying near the younger girl, something she chalked up to just feeling protective since Azzi was underage at the bar and new to the school still, and had only drunk a few times in her life. It definitely wasn’t because she just wanted to be close. Or because Azzi was smiling at her with doe eyes and had both dimples on display.

Paige was now being brought shots, her friends loudly cheering as she threw them each back. She grins at everyone, her mind starting to feel hazy from the alcohol. 

Azzi slides in closer next to her, her cheeks flushed from the packed bar and alcohol. She tugs Paige’s shoulder down so she can ask in her ear, “Are you having fun?” 

Paige pauses at the small second of contact of Azzi’s lips to the shell of her ear. She stares back at the younger girl, eyes half-lidded with a lazy smile, “Yeah, you?”

They smile stupidly at each other with their faces an inch apart, Azzi nodding. She turns back to the group to join the rowdy conversation, her fingertips grazing down Paige’s bicep and staying there. Paige continues staring down at her, lips slightly parted, a voice in her brain saying touch, touch, touch.

Without thinking, Paige’s fingertips lightly graze the exposed small of Azzi’s back. They stay there as both girls sip their drinks, listening to Aubrey tell a story to the group, laughing when the others do.

The voice in her head tells her more, more, more.

She lays her palm flat on Azzi’s skin, dragging her finger tips across the side of Azzi’s waist. When Azzi shifts slightly to be able to hear something Ice is telling her, her hand falls. 

Paige puts her hand in her front pocket, clenching and unclenching her fist. 

Azzi turns back to her now, laughing, “I can’t believe you did that.”

Paige smiled lazily, instinctually moving close, her eyes following Azzi’s straight nose and lifted lips, “Tell me what I did.”

Azzi leaned in as well, gripping Paige’s bicep. Paige unknowingly flexes.

“Ice told me last year on your birthday you had to turn down like 10 girls,” she said, still laughing, “That’s so stupid.”

Paige shrugged and stared at her with half-lidded eyes, her lips still upturned, “Ladies love buckets, what can I say.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Delusional,” she said, leaning into Paige’s ear, “You think you’re so cool, don’t you?”

Paige grinned, their noses almost brushing as Paige took her turn to say in Azzi’s ear, “Yeah, and you do too.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” Azzi chided, her eyes dancing on Paige’s face.

Paige tsked. “Quit playing,” she said, her voice coming out lower than she meant, they’re faces inches apart.

“Yo, is Nika good?” the pair heard Aaliyah ask the group, effectively snapping them both out of their bubble. Nika, it turned out, was not good. Aubrey had found her throwing up in the bathroom, apparently having drunk so much she felt sick.

The sophomores plus Azzi decided wordlessly they would help their friend get home safely, calling it a night. They each took turns carrying the Croatian back to her apartment, ignoring as she mumbled, “I’m Eastern European for fuck’s sake, how did this happen.”

In the end, Paige and Azzi were the two who remained until 2 in the morning, helping Nika wretch and clean herself up. Azzi, cooing and holding Nika’s hair up while she rubbed her back. Paige, picking out her clothes for bed and getting her toothbrush ready for her.

“Thank you both,” Nika mumbled, her accent sounding thicker than normal as she eventually lifted her comforter up to her chin. Azzi set a cup of water down for her near the bed, Paige placing a trash can on the side just in case. “You’re so cute together”.

Paige and Azzi paused, silently agreeing to ignore the comment.

“G’night, Twin,” Paige said quietly as her and Azzi left her room, heading back to Paige’s apartment.

As they walked together on a quiet sidewalk, illuminated only by street lamps, Paige looked over at Azzi who had tired eyes. “You’re sleeping over,” Paige told the younger girl, “It’s late.”

Azzi simply nodded, letting Paige lead her to her apartment in comfortable silence, their forearms brushing every so often.

When they arrived, they immediately began getting ready for bed. Washing their faces together, Azzi putting toothpaste on Paige’s toothbrush, and then her own (the spare Paige kept for her just in case).

Azzi wordlessly grabbed her favorite oversized shirt and boxers of Paige’s to wear, both changing with their backs turned.

“Did you have a good birthday?” Azzi asked quietly when they were laid in bed. They faced each other, fingers ghosting the other without them realizing due to their tiredness.

“The best,” Paige said softly, smiling slightly. “Thanks for helping with Nika.”

“Of course,” Azzi mumbled with her eyes closed, “You were nice to help her like that on your birthday.”

“Making sure the people I love are good is more important than drinking at Ted’s,” Paige told her simply, eyes also closing.

Azzi hummed. She opened her eyes and stared at Paige for a second, taking her in. She looked so at peace it made something in Azzi’s heart ache in a way she couldn’t place.

"It's funny," She said quietly, shaking her head slightly “Even on a day that’s supposed to be dedicated to you, you can’t stop thinking of everyone else.”

Paige opened her eyes then, staring back. She felt her mouth open and close, but no words left her lips. 

She shifted so she lay with her eyes staring at the ceiling.

“I want so much, so badly,” she started, so quietly Azzi had to make sure she was hearing her right. A few seconds later, she continued.

"I want it so much I feel guilty. I feel guilty for wanting more when I already have so much. I want to be the best there ever was. The only way I know how to offset this guilt is by pouring into everyone else around me. It makes me feel good and appreciated and loved in a way I don’t know how to pour back into myself on my own.”

They lay silently for a moment, Paige feeling Azzi’s eyes on the side of her face. Several seconds pass, and Paige thinks Azzi won’t respond to her admission when suddenly she feels arms wrap around her waist. Azzi bends her head to fall into the crook of Paige’s shoulder, nose hitting her exposed collar bone. Paige doesn’t move apart from resting her cheek on top of Azzi’s head, closing her eyes and letting herself be held. Azzi sighs quietly. 

“You’re a good person, Paige,” Azzi says. “The best person I know. I love you a lot.” 

Her words are simple but somehow, she says exactly what Paige needed to hear. She doesn’t try to change how Paige feels, or anything about Paige as a person. All she does is validate her and appreciate her as she is. Paige’s heart feels so full from Azzi’s affirmation that she stays quiet and ignores the subtle prickly feeling of her eyes.

And for a single second, only one, she lets herself imagine that when Azzi said “I love you a lot”, she meant it in the way they aren’t supposed to mean it. She didn’t know why. 

Neither realized, but Azzi did mean it in the way Paige hoped. 

[falmerbrook]

I wish there was a place that catalogued all of ESO’s race-unique dialogue. It feels really infrequent, but also there’s 10 races and only a handful of situations where it even makes sense to do it so it seems like it would be easy to miss so much of it (e.g. you get unique dialogue during the quest to join the Psijic Order if you are playing as a Redguard, and I imagine a lot of folks haven't ever encountered it). I'm just curious what all there is!

[venusscore]

Bruce Wayne finds out about and takes in his biological child (reader) that’s a result from a hookup, except they’re a toddler:

Everyone, while excited, also are treating you like you’re made of glass

Bruce is terrified of the idea of you being like your siblings one day, hopping from rooftop to rooftop and fighting crime, risking your life each night…

Bruce spoils you, of course he does. You’re his new baby, and he has never had the opportunity to know his kids before they grew up and started defying him. Sometimes you follow him around like a duckling with its mother and he absolutely melts

Dick is absolutely excited. You’re so little and innocent! He hates that he’s so busy, or he’d just play with you all day.

Dick also, when he picks you up, is so afraid. If you even seem slightly uncomfortable, he offers to put you down. He doesn’t want to hurt such a fragile creature

Jason, at first, didn’t want to be near you. It’s not like he dislikes you, but he’s aware that he looks a bit intimidating, and that little kids also don’t know what personal space is, something he values

However, when you one day look up at him with your curious eyes, his entire demeanor fell apart. Once we warmed up to you, he was a great, cool older brother. He takes you to get your favorite “unhealthy” snacks that Alfred tries to make sure you don’t eat too much of, he takes you to the park, he even let you hold his helmet! (It was a bit too heavy for you)

Tim is probably the most neutral on you. He thinks you’re sweet, but you’re too little to really understand all the nerdy stuff he talks about, and he doesn’t really have the highest interest in children

With that said, his boyfriend, Bernard, loves you. You have such chubby cheeks and you’re so little! Watching you smile and laugh with someone he loves so much makes his day more than anything

So sometimes he’ll make sure to bring you along if he’s going out, or just take pictures for later. After all, there’s no harm if it makes everyone happy

Damian was warned ahead of time. It’s not that Bruce thought Damian would be a bad brother, but he did worry Damian would be a bit too blunt or rough, since he wasn’t exactly taught gentleness when he was your age

However, Damian found that it was hard to critique someone so innocent and sweet. He started to teach you things, like that the bee who stung you was just scared, or that if you don’t blow on your food it’ll burn your tongue

When you weren’t following Bruce, you were following Damian, which Dick has taken several photos of and shown off. As irritated and Damian may act about it, he’d never stop you

Cassandra thought her lack of communication would bore you, but she found it actually made you run to her when you were overwhelmed or upset

One night, when Bruce was arguing with another one of his children, you came up to her with a red face and tears. So she let you curl up next to her while she watched the television

Stephanie immediately started dressing you up in outfits and cooing over you

She’s several times tried to get you to do more activities that use your brain. She just knows you’re gonna be smart one day!

She likes reading books to you at night, and even showed you how to do a crossword. She nearly laughed out loud when you held up a Barbie doll you found in Bruce’s attic and claimed it looked like her. It was just too precious!

Duke thinks you’re a great kid. He sometimes joins Stephanie in her adventures on educating you

He likes to make sure you feel like a real kid. He’ll ask you what you want to be, indulge in your passions, even if you’re bad (yes, he will listen to you play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on the piano for the fifth time in the wrong key). He enjoys having a little mind in the family, and it brings him joy to see you grow up and develop more and more of a personality

extras:

Barbara finds you so cute! She’s several times dressed you up like Batgirl (Bruce nearly had a heart attack when he saw you once). She lets you watch crime shows with her, but covers your eyes when bloody scenes come on the screen

Selina thinks you’re just darling. As you grow up, she loves to talk gossip with you. You? Angry at your supposed best friend for telling everyone your secret? She’ll explain in detail exactly how to get revenge on them. She even lets you name one of her cats

________

hello, everyone! This is my first time writing real fan-work. I only recently got into the DC fandom, so I’m still learning everything. I tried to research some characters that I was unsure about, since characters like Cass, Duke, and Steph have so little content on them, but I never got anything definite. Please tell me if anything is inaccurate!

Also, I’m aware that not everyone likes Timber, so I can write an extra thing with Kon if yall like!

thank you!

[famousflowermagazine]

this post will contain spoilers for the apothecary diaries light novel number 7 and i tiny bit from book 8

i have finally finished apothecary diaries light novel 7. the scene with jinshi and maomao in his room / quarters where she makes him some tea, asking if he has been taking care of himself etc.

we have reached another new development in the jinmao relationship which makes me excited for book 8. jinshi has now finally told maomao out loud what his intentions are with her.

after maomao talked (vented) about someone who was in love with a girl from the Verdigris house who never said what he wanted from her or how he felt about her until it was too late. And that he could have avoided all that heartbreak if he just told her how he felt about her.

i love that hearing this story from maomao gave jinshi the push / the confidence he needed to tell maomao how he feels about her.

that he wants to make her his wife but knowing that making her his wife would only be harmful to her.

but he is willing " to remove every obstacle that could keep us apart." no matter what.

one day, makes me so intrigued to how this is

all going to pan out. chapter 18 is one of my favourite chapters because of the jinmao relationship development.

also shout out to lady Suiren for being one of the number 1 jinmao shippers.

i have not started book 8 but i have read the summary,

i know that in the next book lakan publishes a book about his go games and is holding a go tournament that is open to everyone and if someone beats the strategist himself he will grant them any request they might ask, which makes me curious what those requests might entail.

and Jinshi will see an opportunity to take part in the completion. ( i wonder if his request that he will have if he defeats Lakan at go has anything to do with his conversation with maomao in the last book.) about making maomao his wife.

i can not wait to continue reading to see where this is all going to lead to.

[miidnighters]

Flynn can't help his beaming grin at that. Of course Cass would want to kiss him in public, that's what real partners do. It still sends a little flutter of excitement through his stomach. "We're not gonna become one of those couples that does obnoxious PDA, are we?" He teases, as if he wouldn't be perfectly delighted to kiss Cass at any and all opportunities.

The compliments to his looks brings a smile to Flynn's face, though. It's not something he typically worries about, outside of special occasions like this, so it's nice that it's hit the mark with Cass - especially when coupled with the way the other makes his low comments.

"I'm not trying to, anymore." Flynn laughs - he hadn't technically been trying before, but it was a nice little bonus.

He leans in eagerly to listen to the other talk, letting the flutters at being called babe so easily settle in his chest. "You sound like a one-man fix-it." Flynn grins. "I don't really blame your lighting guys, though, isn't champ like, akin to an insult?" The same way some Australians said mate with that particular inflection, though Flynn doesn't need to say that part out loud.

"Not the protein bars!" Flynn's laughing now, completely at ease. "Who are your prime suspects?"

Cass groans, mock-dramatic, dropping his head briefly into his arms before resurfacing with a grin that's all teeth and fondness. "Scandalous," he echoes. "Please. Wait 'til I kiss you in public. That's when the real drama starts."

He listens, grinning, as Flynn talks about his outfit — the effort behind it, the reinforcements — and it does something to him, something soft. That Flynn had wanted to impress him that much, even before all of this had cracked open.

"You look incredible," Cass says, no teasing this time, just truth. "I don't care what your friend says — I'm the expert on finding you unfairly attractive, and I say they nailed it."

But then Flynn calls him baby again — not as a joke, not with irony, just meaning it — and Cass has to glance away for a second, like the weight of that one word hit him square in the chest. He exhales a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "You're going to kill me," he mutters. "Absolutely murder me."

Then, quickly recovering, he straightens up and rests an elbow on the table, like they've been doing this forever. "Oh, you want the goss? Alright, babe, buckle up. There was almost beef with one of the wardrobe interns, but I diffused it with snacks — as usual. And we've got a new guy on set who calls everyone champ, and it's driving the lighting techs insane. They're plotting revenge. There may be glitter involved."

He leans in slightly, conspiratorial. "And I found out someone has been stealing my protein bars from the green room. I'm narrowing down suspects, but justice will be served."

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Call of duty, Ghost, fluff, domestic sweetness master post link

Tea time

Summary:He's infatuated with his new neighbor he passes every day on his dog walks, and today, she waved him over for tea time. She regularly starts inviting him over to feed him.

WC: 1.6k

Part 3

Simon is an early riser, it's a habit so ingrained into him it will never leave. That's how he found himself talking to Riley at 5:30 about what time do regular people wake up and debating when he should go over to her house. 

They never exchange phone numbers or set a time to go out, leaving Simon confused and a bit antsy. He turns his energy toward something he can do, clean his truck. He always keeps it in good condition, never letting dust or trash pile up, but with nothing else to do he cleans it thoroughly in preparation for his guest. 

Riley comes over whining to Simon who realizes it's time for their walk, not only is this a good opportunity to clear his head but he can also get a look and see if her house looks like she's awake. 

He takes in his surroundings, the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, the small trickle of water in the gutter, the smooth patches of asphalt where potholes were, the smell of grass from a freshly cut lawn, the clouds passing by overhead, the huffs and whines of Riley as he fights a stick, the sound of his own breath. 

Simon's not big on shrinks and mental health but with his past and line of work he needed something to clear his head and calm him down and this is the trick he found. It was something called 5 things you can hear, see, feel, smell. He doesn't stick to the 5 things, but on his walks or in moments he needs it he'll use the method of cataloging his surroundings to get him out of his head. 

He stops in front of her house, taking a look for lights or open windows but doesn't see anything and continues on. There is no rush and he's sure she'll let him know when it's time.

His truck is spotless, he changed outfits twice, he's never acted like this before, never primped and prepped like this and definitely not for going to a farm store. This isn't even a date yet he's acting like a teenager getting ready for their first date, trying to see what clothes send the right vibe, but what clothes fit the vibe ‘ I like you a lot but can't say so I'm just sticking around you and we are making a duck pond together’, what clothes do you wear for that huh. 

A knock at his door, both he and Riley are running to it, he stops a moment to compose himself so he doesn't appear over eager. He opens the door to find her looking up at him, eyes sparkling in that magical way.

“ Good morning”

“ Good morning, are you ready to go ?”

“ Yep, all set”

He couldn't correct her that it is no longer morning, that he'd been up since 5 and 10 is basically midday for him, so he simply sets that fact aside and greets her. Besides if sleeping in till 9 or 10 is what lets her be so bright and cheery then let her sleep all she wants. 

She definitely looks prepared in her overalls, but he notes this must be a different pair then the ones she works in because he knows that house paint doesn't wash out. Either way, splattered in paint or spotless still an adorable look, but she could pull off any look seamlessly. 

It takes a bit of wrangling to get Riley to stay inside so that he can close the door, he seemed very determined to join them and very upset to only receive a brief greeting from his new favorite person. It's not that he couldn't have come with, you'll find all manner of pets walking through a farm store it just Riley can never stay put in the car, jumping around all excited, it adds a competent unnecessary and dangerous addition to driving.

As they walk to the truck Simon notes how much his truck dwarfs her, the door step above her knee and the side mirror extends beyond her height. Seeing this he automatically goes to her side to offer assistance but being other self reliant women she is already climbing up the side of his truck and getting in. Their eyes meet and she returns his astonished expression with a smirk. He tries to shake off whatever just happened and the unidentifiable feelings it's caused, because he's already being awkward enough and more of that wont help being alone on for a long car ride together with no activity to distract them.

“Whats up slowpoke”

“Apologies I just thought you'd need a hand”

“Relax im just teasing”

He'd already looked up where the place is so no need for a GPS, he basically is one naturally.  So off they go, in a sort of awkward silence neither of them knows how to broach. 

He's running through a thousand hypotheticals on what to say to bridge the silence and clear away this awkward air but like the clothes situation he doesn't know or have the background information to pull from. Then it happens she bridges the divide.

“ Do you want some trail mix? “

“ uhh, Yes, please”

He holds out his hand and she pours a scoop in his hand, he chucks it all in his mouth and is delightfully surprised but why did he even expect different. Of course this isn't some store bought package, nope she made it all herself, her own person blend, its got everything, salty, sweet, oaky, bitter. 

“ Do you like it i can pick something out if you dont”

“ It's delicious just as is, what's in it anyways?”

“Oh; almonds, pumpkin seeds,cashew, honey roasted granola, freeze dried strawberries, dark chocolate bits and yogurt drops”

“ how come you make everything all yourself, most try to avoid all that work”

“The joy,  there was a time when I didn't ever feel joy and didnt think i could have it, but eventually i learned its not something you stumble into you have to make it, so making everything myself gives me joy and satisfying knowing i created it, something as simple as a drink to as complex as my garden i learned to find the joy in all of it”

He didn't expect such a deep answer, this has changed his perception of her. Before he thought she was one of those lucky folks who was never touched by darkness, he did not think it possible for someone so bright to have faced the dark but here she is contradicting everything. 

“That's … beautiful… i uhh”

“Expected something like i enjoy hard work and find it fulfilling”

“Yeah something simpler like that”

“Im not big on small talk, why talk about things on the surface level when it gets you nowhere, right?”

“agreed, at work people barely talk to me cause they know i dont do small talk”

“Oh yeah I was wondering what is your work? I mean it must be something physically demanding, or do you look like that for fun?” 

[chuckels]

“ no i dont just look like this for fun,  im a military contractor”

“ Seriously?"

“ jokes arnt my thing, im usually always serious”

“ That's why you have that look”

“What look?”

“People either interact with me like I'm some ditzy lil thing living in the clouds and they're super condescending, or they act like I'm a refuge from the storm, a light that outshines their darkness, something pure. The second case is rare but I saw it in your eyes the day we met, when you sat entranced as i shoved food in your direction”

“ you knew all that one day 1”

“Well I speculated you had some storm clouds before, but that day confirmed it”

He never would have suspected the car ride to go like this, awkward silence, or fumbling making a fool out of himself, yes that was expected but not this. To learn something so personal about her, to see her in a whole new light and to know how much she already knew about him. How just with a glance she saw right through him and she never brought it up, she just went along knowing what good she was doing for him without ever seeking recognition. He never thought of her as ditzy or spacey but he does recognize he didn't think she had this depth to her and that he will correct. 

“ Thank you”

“For what, I haven't done anything”

“For inviting me into your garden and life”

“Youve made mine better for it too”

This tender, deep moment is broken as a baby cow walks past their parked car instantly catching her attention, making her coo and awe. Next thing he knows she's jumped out of the car, approached the owner and is now petting the cow. This reminds him of how Soap gets distracted and runs off but this is 10x more cute. Luckily from Soap he has lots of experience keeping a close eye and spotting potential distractions and danger, but he does note how not all of his Soap catching methods would work with her or be appropriate, plus she has no utility straps to grab onto, but the likelihood of pulling out of the way of danger is much lower. 

He gets out and stands beside her, the cows owner looks to him and they share a nod of silent understanding. Luckily she understood the social time limit on how long you can pet anothers animal and parts from the cow, so they can head into the shop and get ready for her own cute animal additions.

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[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Something slightly different!

Bakugo xvirginreader

Aged up

Includes nudity, smut, drinking, swearing, forceful behaviour

Part two with significant smut coming tomorrow!

After finishing work and nearly flooding the shop AGAIN because someone startled me and made me use my quirk, I just about had time to check my phone. I had 11 messages from Ochaco, which confused me because we hadn’t spoken much since she went to UA. We used to be super close in school, and she always told me she felt bad about not being able to message or meet up as much anymore, but she was at the highest ranking hero school, I couldn’t exactly hold it against her could I ?! She was living her best life, had the opportunity to fine tune her quirk and become an amazing hero! Whilst I…..continued to work at my families communal shop. There is already more than enough hero’s with water quirks, and even after her pinning, I couldn’t justify going to UA, not that I’d even pass the entrance exam even if I wanted to. It became easier the longer she was there, almost routine to not speak for weeks to then get an abundance of messages when the school had a break so we could catch up!

‘Heya girly!! Sorry I haven’t been around much, schools been super busy! But we’ve got a Christmas party tonight and they’ve finally said were allowed a plus one! Please say you’ll come with?!

Please

Please

The guys here are hotties and you’d love it

Cmon

Don’t leave me hanging”

The abundance of pleading messages flooded my phone, and as I let out a small sigh at her pinning, a new message popped up,

“Still at work? Im coming down now!” And as soon as I read it, I could see her rushing towards me at full speed, like she was out of a sonic game or something. She crashed into me and landed ontop of me, as we both toppled to the floor, laughing at her sheer speed.

“Oh my gosh im so sorry! I guess I got a little carried away…..I just missed you and needed to know what you were going to wear to the Christmas party with me! Shall we go shopping together?” Her smile was infectious, and I had missed her cutesy awkwardness, especially when it came to her being excited about something.

“If I have to, is that hot asshole going to be there? Murder explosions or something? I’ve seen him a few times on the tv, blowing shit up then looking angry that he got called to save people, Yano, his job” I giggled as she helped me up.

“oh yeah Katsuki! We all call him kacchan, or Bakugo, some even call him asshole but….” She rubs the back of her head as she smiles, trying not to diss him, almost scared he’ll somehow hear here and blow her head off. “Yeah, they’ll all be there! You’ll love Mina, she’s super cute, oh and Momo! She’s so sweet, super rich and unintentionally posh, you’ll absolutely love to hang out with all of us! It’ll be great!” Her enthusiasm never fails to make me smile, and she knows it always twists my arm,

“Fine fine, I’ll come with, if I have to!” I tease, smirking at her as she jumps in the air excitedly. “So, what time and where? Do we have enough time to go shopping, i on,y really have work clothes and pjs.”

“YES! I knew you wouldn’t let me down. They’ll all so excited to meet you, I’ve told them so much about you, and about all the crazy stuff we used to get up to as kids!” She pulled my arm towards the shops and navigated us towards a clothing shop, whilst we reminisced about our crazy past together.

After trying on a few dresses, I finally decided to go for a classic black long sleeve one, not too provocative but flattering enough. After she managed to pick out a beautifully pale pink dress, we paid and headed back to her dorm to get ready,

“Do I need a pass or something to get in? I’ve never actually been here before….” I hesitated as we reached UA’s front barriers.

“Oh yeah! Duh! I completely forgot.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a visitors badge for me. It already had my fully name, an old school photo of me and my quirk detailed on the front of it.

“So you knew I’d say yes then…” I said, whilst looking down and checking over the freakishly detailed information the school had found out about me.

“Well yeah, I was kinda hoping you would…the school said we could have plus ones as long as they could do a background check on our chosen people, so Yano….” As she said this, she grabbed my hand and walked me towards her dorm.

As we entered her shared accommodation building, a man with bright red spiked hair was walking across the doorway and abruptly stopped as we opened the door. As soon as our eyes locked he quickly bowed almost with his forehead touching the ground.

“Eijiro Kirishima. Im sorry I blocked your enterence! Welcome to UA dorms!”

Startled, I tried to apologise for barging in when Ochaco interrupted,

“Kirishima it’s okay! She’s with me, you don’t have to always be so formal around new people, she’s cool. She’s here for the Christmas do!” He lifted his head and a big red mark was slapped across his forehead, almost the same colour as his hair,

“Oh okay, great! It’s gonna be a blast you just know it!”

“Blast? Who’s talking shit about me again? ILL KILL YOU!”

Suddenly, kirishima was interrupted by the godlike fire maniac that was Bakugo. As soon as he heard kirishima mention a blast, he came thudding over in his heavy boots and pushed me out of the way to get into kirishima’s face. As he tried to explain to Bakugo about the incident that just happened, the broard, wide set, blonde Adonis turned to look at me and Ochaco.

“Oh, so these extras were talking shit yeah?!” He jolted his hand out and let off a few sparks in his palm, glaring into my eyes as if he wanted to turn me to ash right in front of everyone. I instinctually put my hand over his palm and let my water quick flood his hand, to extinguish his ignition.

“Oh fuck” I muttered under my breath, as I quickly retracted my hand. Ochaco and kirishima erupted in laughter behind us. Bakugos eyes widened as he stared at the puddle of now burning hot water in his palm, then he darted his eyes to mine and let out a disgustingly loud roar,

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! DONT YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! NO ONE EXTINGUISHES MY FLAMES, NO ONE, YOU FUCKING BRAT! Do it again I DARE YOU!” As he screamed and flames began to dance around his head, kirishima pulled him away from us as me and Ochaco rushed to her dorm. She was giggling intensely as she was guiding me to her room.

“No one’s ever done that to Bakugo before! That was actually hilarious! Did you see his face?! He’s never going to live that down! What a first impression” her laughter almost knocking her to the floor as she opened her bedroom door, I could feel the embarrassment flooding my veins like it was hot venom.

“Omg omg omg, what did I do that for?! I didn’t even mean to, I wasn’t thinking i…..oh fuck he’s gonna hate me now isn’t he…and he’s the hot one I mentioned early too Jesus! just kill me now, before he does!”

After wiping the tears from her eyes, she convinced me that it would be fine, that once he saw me in a dress he’d completely forget that I was the same person from before and he’d probably just think I was someone else’s plus one.

After a shower, Ochaco helped me with me with my makeup, and we both put our dresses on.

“Omg y/n, I can’t actually remember the last time I saw you ina dress, we must’ve been…..5 or 6? You look absolutely amazing. Im so jealous!”

She never failed to fill me with confidence, she always knew how to genuinely compliment people, and made everyone feel so comfortable around her. As I complimented her she span around showing off her cherry blossom pink dress, and asked if I was ready to meet my death at the hands of Bakugo. After a deep sigh and a last final look around to pretend I was looking for an escape, I nodded and we finally made our way to the living area.

Everyone was dressed in beautiful suits, amazing dresses and the spirits were extremely high, i concluded it had to do with the bottles and glasses in everyone’s hands, or at least that certainly helped. We walked over to the girls she had previously mentioned, momo and mina, and after hugging and introductions, they offered us some wine glasses.

“Y/n doesn’t drink wine, makes her crazy, and last time she drank that she flooded the dance floor.”

“I have a water quirk, i didnt just start pouring everyone’s drinks everywhere btw!” I interrupted, trying to save myself some embarrassment.

“That’s absolutely fine don’t worry, I know what it’s like, if I drink too much i put on my acid man move and chase everyone!” Mina said, trying to ease the embarrassment, as she beckoned kirishima over,

“Hey man, got any…” she turned to me, “beers? Spirits?” They both looked at me, waiting for my preference.

“Um, beers good.” I awkwardly stuttered, trying not to seem demanding that their drinks weren’t to my standard. He quickly rushes off and came back with 3 bottles of beer, handing them to me and smiling.

“These’ll be enough for now right? It’s my turn for beer pong so I won’t be able to play butler all night unfortunately miss.” He winked and a piercing shriek cut through all of us.

“WEIRD HAIR ITS YOUR TURN, PULL YOUR FINGER OUT AND GET OVER HERE! I AM NOT LOSING BECAUSE YOURE TRYING GET PUSSY!” Bakugo barked from the kitchen area. Kirishima rolled his eyes and ran off mumbling something about him having a name, and that guys are allowed to have friends that are girls. After laughing at him running to Bakugo like a dog, momo suggested we head over and watch who Bakugo was playing against. As we entered the kitchen Bakugo and kirishima stood at one end of a long table, and a man with yellow and black hair in a black suit, and a man with tape elbows stood at the other. Ochaco leaned into me,

“Denki and sero” I nodded as she pointed to each.

After Bakugo and kirishima won beer pong, and denki nearly tripping over the foot of the table, he turned and pointed at me.

“You two extras. Now.” I froze. I looked at Ochaco as she shook her head and backed away slightly, clearly uncomfortable at this invitation. “Cmon don’t be a pussy. You never play this game. Is it because you don’t know the rules?! Tsk.”

Seeing how uncomfortable Ochaco was, I interrupted him.

“I’ll do it. I’ll take you both on, and win.” Everyone started to give an audible ‘oooooh’ at my rebuttal.

“Tsk. Fine. Whatever. But who’s next? This’ll be quick.” He turned back around as I walked to my end of the table, i quickly threw a ball straight into his cup. Kirishima started laughing as the whole room decided to come watch us. I gave him a cheeky grin as he picked his cup up and drank.

“Cocky little bastard aren’t you. Well, I hope you like losing, because I’m the best at everything I do.” He throws the ball and it narrowly misses my cup.

“Yeah yeah, the best at losing to me, we get it.” I throw and land another ball. The frustration fills his face as he downs his cup. Kirishima goes to take his shot and Bakugo blows the ball up in front of him.

“It’s me against this bitch, step aside. I need to teach her some manners. This is my house, my rules, my game. I’ll win.”

He forcefully slams the ball and it lands in my drink, as I pick it up I could swear he puffed his chest out like a proud cat that just caught its first mouse.

After a few back and fourth wins, only one cup stood at each end of the table. The next ball in wins. Silence filled the room as everyone watched me take my last throw. A miss. Everyone sighs and eagerly waits for him to take his shot. He gets it in and he starts sparking big flames from his hands, gloating and throwing his head back with maniacal laughter. I gladly sink my drink and walk over to offer a hand shake to him, he bring his head up, pushes my hand away and grabs my chin, forcing me to look up to him.

“I told you im the best and I always win.” He lets my face go and grabs another drink off the table and walks outside with kirishima congratulating him on his win. I look over at the girls and they look slightly concerned, and offer their condolences at my loss.

“You’d have thought he’d of let the guest win but….” Momo says,

“Cmon it’s Bakugo! I don’t think his ego would let him even if he did want to! Anyway, shall we go to the pool side and laugh at mineta trying to push anyone in?” Mina says pouring another glass of red wine. We all decide to walk outside to the poolside and sit by some chairs perched fairly near the side, but not dangerous enough that anyone could knock you in. After a few more drinks, and laughing at mineta crouching in the brushes hoping for a girl to walk by so he could push them in and see them soaking wet, with their clothes clinging to their frame, I decide to get up and go to the toilet. As I stand, Ochaco points to the toilet, and as I walk poolside to get there, I find myself staring at Bakugo and kirishima sat by the fire pit. I lock eyes with him briefly as I feel myself tumbling into the water. That bastard crept up on me as I wasn’t paying attention! As I swim to the surface, I see a haze of yellow flash above me and then hear mineta get throw almost ontop of me into the pool too, then see kirishimas hand reaching out for me. As I reach the surface, he helps me out and almost instantly wraps me in a warm towel.

“Sorry about him, he’s a perv, and none of us thought he would manage to push anyone in but….anyway, I’ve asked todoroki to light the fire for you. Get warmed up there and im sure Ochaco has some spare clothes for you….ive gotta help him out before he drowns too unfortunately “ kirishima walks me over to the fire pit where a man with half red and half white starts to light the fire, before returning to save the little purple pervert.

“Here, this should be warm enough, take a seat and I’ll get Ochaco to get you some more clothes. Don’t sit too close, im still getting used to my fire. “ todoroki says with an emotionless look on his face. He didn’t seem stern or angry, just very matter of fact. As I sit down and try to warm myself, I hear Bakugo behind me

“What kind of crappy fire is that?! You’re not gonna get warm with that, you might as well be stood naked in a storm for Christ sake. Here.” He walks out from behind me and blasts a flame so intense it makes the fire almost turn blue for a second. The roaring heat significantly intensifies as he pulls up a chair and sits near me.

“Thank you, can’t believe I let that little prick push m…”

He interrupts

“Yeah, what the fuck were you staring at before. If you’d of actually paid attention you could’ve stepped aside and let him fall in instead.” His red hot stare burned through me, as he looked at me from under his furrowed brows,

“I….i thought i heard someone say my name so I looked around and, well yeah, got pushed in.” I tried to look away from his stare, but something so enticing about it kept me there.

“Yeah yeah,” he says taking a sip of his drink, breaking the eye contact, “be man enough to admit you were staring at me. It’s not the first time I’ve caught someone staring at me Yano.” Fluster takes over me as I try to solidify the fact I thought someone said my name, but he glances over and in between my ramblings, he notices that im shivering,

“Take this. Im not having someone die at this party because of mineta. If anyone dies it’s because I killed them…”He flings his suit jacket at me, “well, put it on then.” He scoffs. I take the towel off and place the jacket over my shoulders, it easily swamped me, as I feel my cheeks grow red I glance over at Ochaco and see them all giggling and giving me the thumbs up.

“Girls and their shitty emotions. Eugh. Anyone would think I asked you to marry me for fuck sake. It’s a jacket, GET OVER IT EXTRAS!” He shouts at them, startling them and making them huddled back together laughing. I look down at how engulfed I am in his jacket and glance back at him,

“Girls like this kinda thing usually, means a guys interested at least…”

“Im not interested, I just didn’t want you to freeze to death okay. Give it back if you’re going to be weird about it.” I buck back slightly and cling to the sleeves that sit in my lap. “Yeah yeah that’s what I thought. Anyway im getting another beer. Don’t get pushed in again you fucking idiot.” He walks back into the kitchen as I sink slightly into the chair and try to warm my feet up against the fire pit, slightly smelling his aftershave that lingered on his jacket, after a moment his hand is thrusted in my face holding out a beer.

“You drink this shit too right? Thought I saw you with one before you nearly drowned.” I take the drink and thank him for bring8ng me one, he scoffs and sits back.

“So…. Not fancy becoming a hero then? Think you’re too weak to make it big time or what?” He says trying to break the silence between us.

“Oh, erm nah, there’s already more than enough water Heros around, i didnt think I’d make it. Im happy helping my family out at their shop anyway, pays the bills and means I get to buy comics with my wages I guess.”

“Damn nerd.” He keeps his eyes on the pool as he sips from his drink, clearly unimpressed with my answer.

“Not impressed by water I take it then, fire boy?” I tease, trying to see if I can provoke a reaction out of him.

“Water and fire don’t mix. I don’t mind it, but I like being able to control my quirk so I can use it as and when I want, I don’t wanna be stranded in the pool if someone needs their ass handed to them Yano.”

“Pussy.” I tease, staring at the pool trying to pretend I don’t see his burning stare almost melting my side profile.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” He sits forward in his chair, sparks twinkling from his hands.

“I said you’re a pussy. If you’re truly the strongest, it wouldn’t matter. The strongest wouldn’t say no if I asked to jump in to….” Before I even finish my sentence he’s swept me up over his shoulder and is jumping into the pool with me. As we splash around, I see him come up to the surface and slick his hair back. He swims over to me and forcefully smacks his palm into the water, covering me in a massive splash.

“Don’t ever tell me im not the strongest. I best every single extra here, I do what I want when I want because I know I always come out ontop.”

“Well, not always what you want, i mention about jumping in and here we are…seems it’s easy to get what I want from you ey.” I try to splash him back, but he drives underwater and appears right in front of me. As he does this, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close to him.

“If I didn’t wanna be in the pool with you, we wouldn’t be in the pool.” I feel his hand tighten around my waist, his fingers digging into my dress, getting warmer and warmer. As I stare into his eyes, I swear I can see flames in them. Suddenly we hear mineta shout that if Bakugos in the pool then everyone has to cannon ball in too, I then turn around and see almost everyone running to jump in. Most of the guys are taking their jackets and tops off, and the girls taking their heels off to join, but a man with engines in his calf’s stands at the doorway with his arms out, waving them around, shouting instructions that people shouldn’t swim with inebriated. Regardless of this warning everyone jumps into the pool almost fully clothed and a roar of laughter erupts. As they all splash in, I feel his grip tighten as he pulls my thighs around his pelvis so I’m wrapped around him. He keeps us afloat with his hands as we laugh at everyone drunkenly splashing around us.

Mineta suggest a game of chicken and every single woman sniggers at him,

“No one’s putting their legs around your neck you creep!” Mina shouts, as Ochaco is floating inflatable balls in the air and smacking denki in the head with them. After a few moments, Bakugo looks back at me and almost whispers in a gruff voice,

“Im bored of this now, wanna get changed? I’ve got some spare t shirts you can wear if you want.”

I nod my head as he lets go of my waist and we swim to get out of the pool. He gets out first and I stare up at him as his white shirt, now see through because of the water, is making every single abs and muscle in his stomach pop. Completely transfixed by his physique, I completely missed what he said to me.

“I said get your fucking drunk ass out. Im not waiting around. Hurry the fuck up.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, his spiked hair almost instantly regaining its previous style. I climb out and try to unstick the dress so it doesn’t cling to my frame as tightly as his shirt did to him, and he smacks my ass.

“Don’t be weird. You look hot.” I go to slap his face and he tightly grabs my wrist, “Boring.” He says with a smirk, tightening his grip slightly making a moan of pain escape my lips, as he chuckles to himself quietly and then let’s go.

We walk towards his room as he leads the way, and as soon as I close the door behind me, I turn back around to face his room and he’s taken his shirt off and is undoing his trousers. I quickly spin back around and stare at the door, desperately trying to give him some respect,

“Never seen a naked body before? Tsk grow up.” I hear him take his belt off in one fell swoop, and the butterflies in my stomach felt like they were about to fly out of my ass. I shudder slightly as my body stiffens. “You’re not some kind of virgin are you?” He snaps, as I hear him tighten the belt between his hands, and suddenly i feel it slap against my ass. I yelp and spin around, rubbing the already raised welt on my right cheek, to see him laughing, stood there in nothing but soaking wet boxers. The dim light of his room casting even more flattering shadows across the crevices of his abs. His boxers soaking wet, clinging to his frame and perfectly encase his length. A third leg would’ve been an understatement. The way his black boxers clung, I could make out every inch, almost every vein, and I simply couldnt help but drink him in.

“Im not..I mean…technically yes but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what im doing…..not that we’re going to but….” I try to muster, but being completely transfixed on his body I couldnt think straight, let alone muster up a witty response.

“So you ARE a virgin then. Shit. I owe denki a fiver.” He snickers, dropping the belt on the edge of his bed and walking to his draws. He rummages through and flings an oversized all might t shirt at me. “Here.” I grab it and make a circling motion with my finger, indicating for him to turn around so I could get changed. “Fuck off. This is my room. If you want privacy, YOU turn around.” Reluctantly i turn around after rolling my eyes and peel my dress off my soaking wet body. As I pull it over my hips and over the top of my head, I can suddenly feel his warm body almost touching mine. I turn my head to look behind me and am met with his bare chest inches away from my face. His hands come around me as he takes the T-shirt out of my hands.

“I’ve got my eyes closed don’t worry, im just helping because no doubt you’ll get this top fucking wet holding your dress to. “ I look up slightly and see he does actually have his eyes closed, but a smirk starts to crawl across his face. I fling the dress on the floor and undo my bra, fling that ontop of my dress, and use one hand to hold my tits together covering my nipples, I then slip off my pants and reach out for the shirt he’s holding out in front of me. As I grab it, I feel his body press up against mine, his dick resting against my ass, as I realise he’s not wearing his boxers anymore. I can feel his dick growing harder as he keeps his eyes shut, his breath almost panting. I hesitate slightly before pulling the t shirt over my head. After I pull the t shirt on, I feel his hands rest against my hips as he staggers slightly, clearly drunk. I turn around and face him, as he slowly opens one eye.

“Boring.” He says as his smirk widens, and a darkened look takes over his face. He opened both eyes and sits on the end of his bed, legs spread, his boner standing up to attention.

“Boring? Fine.” I sat as I fling the t shirt off, now stood completely naked in front of him. He carefully looks at each inch of my body, as I stand there, feeling like an animal at the zoo. Suddenly his door flings open and kirishima bursts through the door,

“BAKUGO! Is y/n in here with you?! Ochaco is freaking o….oh fuck sorry! He spins around so he’s not staring at Bakugos dick, to then be met with my naked body staring right at him. He freaks out and covers his eyes, constantly muttering fuck as he tries to navigate his way out of the room, bumping into the walls and door before finally leaving and closing the door behind him. Bakugo erupts in laughing,

“That’s the first time he’s ever seen anyone naked, and he got to see me AND then a girl! Oh god this is gold, he’ll never live this down!” As he laughs he flings his head back, then bringing it back up he tilts it to the side and stares at me again. “Didnt think you had the balls to get naked too. But hey, im not complaining. Usually people are all talk, always teasing saying they’ll do this or do that, so it’s nice to see someone actually follow through with it. Nice tits by the way.” He pats his thigh as he says this to me, and I walk over to me. I sit down on my knees in front of him as he excitedly sits up, reaching around to hold my hair up for me with one hand. I stare into his eyes and place my hands on his thighs,

“I can already tell you always get what you want, such a spoilt little brat. “ I slap his dick as he recoils, almost crushing me as he clenches his thighs.

“You fucking bitch!” He screams as he cradles his dick and winces. I push him back forcefully with my hand on his chest, as I climb ontop of him, barely hovering my pussy above him.

“You’ll have to show me why I’d let you take my virginity im afraid. I don’t give it up for just anyone. And right now, im not exactly impressed.” As soon as I say this, he flings me over and towers ontop of me. He pulls my thighs apart wider so he sits more comfortably in between them, then puts my legs so they’re crossed around his hips. As he looks at me with furrowed brows, a devilish smirk appears on his face, as he leans down and bites my nipple. I recoil back, grab a fist full of his hair and try to pull his head back, but as I do so he tightens his teeth around my nipple, biting harder. I let out a shriek and loosen my grip on his hair, as he loosen his jaw. He finally lets my nipple go as he starts to bite my neck, leaving bruises forming immediately.

“Yano, I can feel how wet you are already, If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re plenty impressed. I told you, I do what I want when I want,” he glides one hand down to my pussy and starts to slowly rub the nub of my clit with his thumb, “but im no monster. I know I may seem it, but I’m not going to hurt you on your first time. Second and third is a very very different story, but I just think, your first time should be slow. Ease you into it kinda thing.” He starts to rub faster as I arch my back and between my parted lips, a small moan escapes. “I gotta hear you say you want it too. Fun and games aside, we’re both pretty drunk so I don’t want you regretting your first time with someone like me.” Slight concern traces his voice, as I look up to meet his hot stare.

“Fucking ruin me. I want you to show me why you’re the best, why you always win.” I put my hand to the base of his neck and pull him into a forceful kiss.

[amazingdeadfish]

She was Hungry (a Blue and Violet installment)

Before anything else, context is necessary (in the form of a small one shot of course):

"-Oh! I have been meaning to make a request from you! How silly, I had almost forgotten all about it." Blue remarked, their eyes lighting up as they set down their iced coffee, not a single spot of liquid on their mouth after taking their sip.

Macaque turned up, his hand paused from stirring his tea, and he raised an eyebrow.

"What for?" he asked. "Ahhh well, as you know with this whole new power system these mortals have suddenly obtained-" they waved their hand dismissively, their face scrunching up just the slightest but as they did, "there has been a calling for an international summit! World leaders coming together in order to discuss a universal issue." "And that includes you?" Macaque scoffed, hardly believing it. "You're just the Mayor." Surely, the guy didn't just rise up the ranks of political power without Macaque knowing. Last he checked, the guy hasn't moved out of their office in City Hall. "Indeed, but, I am still the Mayor of one of the most influential cities in the world, and the city that is still undeniably at the focal point of all this madness!"

Well, he supposed that's not wrong.

"Uh huh, fine, so you're going?" "Next month for only a week! All the way to Europe. It will be quite exciting to visit again! How long has it been, a hundred years? Or less? Hmm..." Before they could go off on a ramble, they shook their head promptly. They then set their elbows on the table, beaming at him with a bright smile, saying, "Regardless of all of this, I was wondering if, for that period I am gone, you could look after Hershey for me?"

Macaque's eyes slowly squinted at them. His mouth, opening just a smidge as he contemplated their request.

"You want me... to look after your dog?" He asked slowly, hesitant with his words. They nodded, still beaming at him. Before he frowned and leaned away, he let out a quick scoff and let go of the spoon in his tea. After settling down, he continued with, "you should just take her with you." That would be easier, wouldn't it? There's no way Blue actually trusted him with their dog. "Air lines have not changed their practices for animals on board for decades, and I do not want to keep Hershey locked in the cargo area for hours on end." As if they actually care about something like that. Or maybe they do. Trying to get a read on where their head was at in terms of getting attached was getting hard these days.

"Fine. But you could always just, once you get to Europe, open a portal and get Hershey to come through." Another reasonable, perfectly fine solution. "How will I explain how I managed to bring my dog then?" "Nobody has to know how." "It will still raise questions, dear. Especially from Aigou, who will be coming with me on this trip."

As if they were scared of using their powers in public. They weren't. Both of them knew that. There was something else here. An underlying intention.

"We both know you can get away with it," Macaque ended up saying, letting out a scoff. "And come on, can't your neighbours take care of her-?" "Macaque," they let out a huff and that bright look was gone. Replaced by something more exasperated. "Perhaps I should have been more straight forward with this." "Of course-" Macaque scoffed once more and pointed at them, "you have ulterior motives." "I was only thinking that my absence would be the perfect opportunity for you and Hershey to get along!"

Ah. There it is. And Macaque doesn't like it. No, he hates it.

"You're joking." And when the Mayor didn't budge, Macaque grimaced. "Darling," They tutted, shaking their head, "you are making it sound like it will be horrible." "You want to leave me with her for a week as some sort of-" he made a few frantic gestures, "buddy-get-together-friendship kind of thing???" "If that is how you want to describe it, then yes! That is exactly what I was thinking!" They laughed, taking another sip of their iced coffee and said, "Macaque, a silly as it is, I do want you to stop side eying Hershey every time I give her attention."

"I'm not jealous," Macaque hissed, his mouth widening just enough so his teeth bared threateningly at them. "I never said you were," They retorted, giving him a knowing look. "Still, could you do it?" "No," he said, not even hesitating. Folding his arms, he sunk into his chair a little. "Please, dear?" They continued, offering a more sweet smile, "for me, perhaps?"

Yeah, right, as if he's gonna fold just because of tha-

He folded.

AND SO, WE HAVE THE MISADVENTURES OF MACAQUE AND HERSHEY

MK and Mei meet Hershey at some point. They don't believe Macaque when he tells them the Mayor is who Hershey actually lives with.

Macaque is also lucky that Blue managed to train Hershey to not float away and keep her own body intact before entrusting her into the care of Macaque.

They video call the Mayor often. Mayor refuses to make a portal to have face to face contact with Macaque lest he shoves Hershey through the portal in a fit of protest.

She'll fall asleep on Macaque at 10 at night and then wake him up at the crack of dawn- it's not a good arrangement guys.

But hey it's not Macaque's life if something bad doesn't happen.

Blue is definitely not called straight away. It's put off until the very last moment.

[grogwrites]

Drag - O.P. 81

Chapter 2: Guardian Angels

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Summary: Street Racer vs F1 Driver, a connection that’s undeniable, and the opportunity of a lifetime.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Female OC (original character)

CW: swearing. Some possible racing inaccuracies.

Word Count: 2.5k

*DISCLAIMER: I do not know any of the people in this fanfiction personally, these are all just the works of my imagination.

Oscar was known for working late. Mark usually called it ‘obsession’, but he liked to think of it as dedication to his craft. Still, being at the track at two in the morning was a bit too late, even for his standards. He couldn’t help it, though. He had a shot at something huge, and throwing it to waste was not something he was about to do. He couldn’t choke—not when he was this close to reaching everything he’s ever dreamed of acheiving. The championship title was so close, in fact, that he swore he could taste it.

The automatic lights in the McLaren trailer had long since turned off, but the dim glow of his computer screen remained on as he scrolled through footage from the first practice session tonight. He hadn’t even realized his coffee was gone until he reached over to pick it up, only to be greeted by the empty cup. He sighed quietly, finding it as a sign to step away for a quick break. As he stood from the small stool, the lights slowly flickered on. He liked when he could work in these conditions: quiet, unbothered. The only sound that echoed through the building were his shoes as he walked across the concrete floor.

That was, until, he heard a garage door open.

He stopped in his tracks before looking over his shoulder. The cars themselves were out of his viewpoint, but he could hear the voices that were entering the facility. As Oscar began to make his way towards the entrance, he was caught off guard by the sound of Lando laughing.

“You’re not a very chipper one, are you?” Lando asked. Their voices grew louder. Oscar took a few steps back, trying to stay out of sight.

“I’m not here to make friends,” a girl’s voice chimed in. Her tone was clipped and short. She had an American accent, so Oscar could only assume she was from around the area. Then again, he didn’t think his teammate knew anyone in Vegas.

“Right, right,” Lando replied sarcastically. He heard them stop walking. “You’re here to race.”

“Holy shit, I can’t believe I am looking at the actual McLaren cars,” now a guy spoke up, laughing in excited disbelief. “Jo, this is insane! You’re going to be sitting in one of these!”

“Blake, just shut up,” the girl, Jo, muttered. “Just tell me how these things work.”

Oscar quietly moved forward, poking his head out slightly around the corner. There were four of them—Lando, Graeme Lowdon, and the two strangers. The girl’s hair was cut short: she had choppy layers that ended at her shoulders. Her dark hair was tucked, revealing piercings that dotted all along the edges of both ears. Her arms were folded across her chest, as she stared sourly at Lando. She was significantly shorter than the group—probably about the same height as Yuki, if he had to guess. His eyes lingered over to her friend, Blake, as he hurried around both cars, taking it all in. His hair was bleached and buzzed. He looked like a kid in a candy store.

“You’ll drive my teammates car,” Lando explained, handing her Oscar’s steering wheel. Oscar felt himself cringe as he did so. Who were these people? Most importantly, why was Graeme here with them?

“That is a lot of buttons,” Jo observed as she held it in her hands. “Your teammate is the next champion, I heard.” Her gaze met Lando’s as he rolled his eyes.

“Something like that,” he grumbled. “The poor sod is probably still here somewhere. He barely knows how to have fun.”

“God, same with Josie,” Blake laughed as he met up with them again. “She’s a stick in the mud half the time. You saw what it took to drag her here.”

Josie. The name suited her. It was edgy, much like she seemed to present herself to be.

Oscar watched as she studied his steering wheel in her hands. She was at least holding it delicately. Her fingers barely grasped the sides of it, like she was scared any ounce of pressure would cause it to shatter.

“You’ll need a race suit, too,” Lando announced. He began to walk towards Oscar, which caused the Australian to whip his head back around the corner. He stood there quietly, waiting for his teammate to see him. When Lando was close, Oscar reached out for his wrist and pulled him down the hallway, away from the group.

“What are you doing?” Oscar hissed as they moved towards his driver’s room. “Why did you bring Cadillac into our garage?”

“Holy shit, Osc,” Lando sighed, throwing his free hand over his chest. His breathing was slightly ragged, like the wind was knocked out of him. “You scared the hell out of me. I didn’t think you’d actually still be here.”

“Obviously I am,” he let go of Lando’s arm once they were far enough away. “In case you’ve forgotten, we have a championship to win. The points we get this weekend are going to determine if that title is ours or not—you know how important the Vegas Grand Prix is.”

“Relax, mate,” Lando waved him off. “She’s a racer. Graeme got permission from Andrea to be here. Max lost against her in a street race last night and was fuming today at the paddock. Cadillac caught wind of it and wanted to see how good she could be in an F1 car.”

“Jesus,” Oscar laughed in disbelief. “Street racing, Lando? I’d hardly call that enough experience to put her in my car. She doesn’t even know how to drive the damn thing.”

“Your car will be fine, loosen up,” Lando opened the door to Oscar’s room, and the two walked in. He closed it again, giving them more distance between the group. “She’s good, man. You don’t know what the people in this city say about her. She’s, like, a legend around here.”

“What could that possibly mean?” Oscar rolled his eyes as his teammate retreated to grab his race suit from his locker.

“Well, street racing is illegal,” Lando explained. “But there’s all these different leagues that operate on tournament-type schedules. It’s so intricate. They literally whisper about her. Even locals who don’t race talk about her like some kind of myth.”

“Oh, so you and Andrea let some criminals into our garage?”

“God, don’t be that way,” Lando groaned as he pulled Oscar’s race suit out. “It’s fine, Osc. They’re harmless. Besides, I want to see if she’s all people say she is.”

“And what do they say she is?” Oscar questioned. Lando held onto his race suit tightly as a smile crept up onto his lips.

“Unbelievable,” he responded, dragging the word out for dramatic effect. His tone was light, like he admired her despite not seeing her drive. Like she was a dream. “She’s undefeated. She’s even got a street name, dude. They call her Thunderbird.”

Oscar hesitated. Seeing Lando so bewitched by someone was an odd sight, to say the least.

“Well, keep me out of this tonight,” he finally said. “I want my hands kept clean of whatever happens. I was never here, got it?”

Lando mumbled in agreement that he wouldn’t get Oscar involved. As he watched his teammate leave his room, he felt his chest tighten. He’d be lying if he said a part of him wasn’t curious. It hardly sounded believable that a tiny thing like her could be a reigning champion. A city like Vegas had to be swarming with all kinds of talent—so what made her so special?

•

He shouldn’t have stayed, but he did. He turned on the bigger monitor, put on a headset, and watched the onboard camera. Truthfully, Oscar didn’t know why he stayed. His laptop was packed up, sitting beside his feet on the ground. He had his coat on, but he couldn’t step foot outside of the trailer. Not when a stranger was driving his car.

He anxiously bounced his knee, watching them line up at the start of the circuit. He felt like he could faint. Or puke. Whichever one came first, he’d accept. Graeme’s hand slowly extended out. He watched as Josie’s finger slipped, pressing the radio button.

“Dear God, please do not let me crash,” he heard her say, clearly talking to herself. Her voice shook with nerves, which only made Oscar feel even more uneasy.

His hand instinctively reached out to respond, when he stopped himself. What am I doing? He thought. He felt for her, though. Most people don’t step anywhere near an F1 car without years of experience and training.

Graeme withdrew his hand, and they were off. Lando shot ahead of her, with the clear advantage of knowing how the car worked. Oscar stood, watching as Josie struggled getting the car up to speed. Without thinking twice, he pressed down on the radio button.

“Full throttle,” he instructed sharply. “You have to shoot it. Don’t choke.”

“Who is that?” Josie asked, unaware of where his voice came from, or that her finger was still on the ‘talk’ button. But Oscar didn’t respond. He just watched.

Josie took a deep breath, then did as he said. The car shot forward, and she laughed. Oscar felt himself smile as he watched her catch up to Lando. He had to admit, the way she handled the car was impressive for a total rookie.

“Okay, don’t overtake him from the inside of the corner,” Oscar quickly chimed in again. “You’ll want to do it from the outside. It’ll be easier.”

She approached the tail end of Lando’s car. He swerved the vehicle around a bit, making it impossible to find a good opening. Josie scoffed at the gesture, when her finger slid off the radio button. Oscar held his breath, watching her attempt to find the opportunity to get ahead. He couldn’t will himself to sit down again—not yet. Not until she won.

“The radio button is top left of the steering wheel,” Oscar found himself saying. “That’s how I can hear you.”

“Is this guy always so arrogant when he drives?” She spoke again. She was still struggling to find an opening, and was losing pace on him. Oscar ran through every strategy in his head that would be easy for her to digest. Unfortunately, he didn’t think there were any.

“He’s arrogant on and off the track,” he answered.

“Are you going to tell me who you are?” She asked. She applied more pressure to the throttle, regaining her momentum. Lando stopped swerving, clearly under the impression that he lost her.

“Now’s your chance,” Oscar said, ignoring her question. “There’s an opening to his right. You have to shoot it.”

Something in her shifted. Oscar could sense it. She didn’t think twice, and got right into the opening. He felt something swell in his chest. Pride? He wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, it made it impossible to fight the smile on his face.

“Oh my god!” She laughed over the radio. “I did it!”

“Don’t get too excited,” he quickly commented, trying to hide the excitement in his voice. “You have to stay ahead of him, now. That can be equally as difficult as overtaking. Keep your foot on the gas. How many more laps?”

“Two,” she answered quickly. “Are you going to keep ignoring my question?”

He hesitated. He wanted to tell her—hell, he even wanted to meet her now, seeing the amazing work they were doing. But he meant it when he told Lando that he couldn’t be roped into this mess. His focus was on the championship, not on some random street racer. He couldn’t let his guard down.

“Yes,” he stated. “I’m not anybody important, really.”

“You’re proving to be pretty important right now,” she quipped.

“Flattery won’t get me to answer your question,” he retorted. “I have too much on my plate to risk being here right now.”

“And you think I don’t?”

He deserved that. He didn’t think to imagine what kind of stress she was under. If their street racing league was as secret as Lando made it sound, then she had to be putting a lot of trust into them to not rat out their operation.

“Well, our paths likely won’t cross again after tonight,” he finally responded. She was down to one more lap. Lando was losing pace. He was choking. “Just think of me as your one-time guardian angel.”

“I stopped beliving in those a while ago,” she stated quietly. He almost missed her saying it. Oscar sat down again.

“Maybe it’s time to start believing again.”

•

Oscar lingered in his driver’s room, waiting for Lando to return his things. When he heard them return to the garage, he fought tooth and nail to not go out and introduce himself to Josie. He made sure to put everything back the way he found it—to leave without a trace. He thought that maybe, if Graeme wasn’t stupid, he’d talk to her about signing on for Cadillac. That may take a miracle, though. He poses the risk of losing potential sponsors if he hires a nobody. But Oscar saw the skill and ability she had—she was a fantastic racer. She belonged somewhere in motorsports, that was certain.

When his door opened, he stood. Lando walked in, his head bowed like a guilty dog.

“I can’t believe she won,” he muttered. Oscar wasn’t quite able to read what his teammate’s emotion was right now—anger? Embarassment? When he looked up, his eyes widened. “You’re still here?”

“I stayed in the room,” Oscar lied. “I was about to leave, but wanted to make sure I got my stuff back.”

“Bloody hell,” Lando scoffed. He handed the race suit, helmet, and steering wheel over to him. Oscar tentatively took them back. The race suit smelled strongly of perfume—roses and vanilla.

“She beat me,” Lando continued, sitting on the edge of the cot in the room. “Some stupid street racer. I’ve been doing this my entire life, and she just wins? Like it was nothing?”

Oscar didn’t respond. Instead, he turned back to his locker to put his things away.

“Gareme loved her,” at this point, Lando was just rambling. Oscar let him talk, though. He found himself hesitating to put the race suit away. “He gave her his number. Told her to come to the race this weekend so they could ‘talk about her future’.”

That got him to turn around. Oscar was fighting the smile back, as he stared at his teammate.

“She’s getting signed?” He asked, keeping his tone as neutral as he possibly could.

“Fuck if I know,” Lando retorted, standing again. “But we’re screwed if she is. You should’ve seen her out there, Oscar.”

“Yeah,” he looked down at the suit in his hands. “It’s a shame I missed it.”

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I know everyone's really excited by the opportunities for comedy that season 2 taking place over the 4th of July will have, but I'm most interested to see how the show will deal with all the PTSD and sensory issues that fireworks can trigger in people. like, I think there's a lot of opportunity for some great character exploration here.

obviously, there's abbott's combat ptsd. i could see him doing just about anything and everything trying to stay at the pitt during the day shift so that he doesn't have to hear all the fireworks people shoot off during the daytime. he won't admit out loud that that's what he's doing, but will probably make some comment about america thanking it's veterans by retraumatizing them

(and more mohabbott and robby/abbott screentime, everybody clapped!)

I also think it would be an interesting move to have one of the survivors of pittfest that they treated (maybe jake? maybe not?) come in experiencing an anxiety attack due to the PTSD they suffered after the incident.

and ofc I think there's so much potential in using the sensory issues that the holiday triggers as a vehicle for furthering and exploring mel's character: teaching a patient helpful calming techniques, frazzled because her sister is constantly calling her stressed out from all the noise, opening up to her co-workers about her own neurodivergence.

like yes I'm excited to watch santos and garcia foreplay while dislodging a firework from someone's ass, but I know the pitt writers know what they're doing setting the next season on this specific holiday and i can't wait to see how they're going to use it as a vehicle for exploring deeper themes and storylines.