#anyone wanna join our club?

[lov4hgirl]

oh yea, girl failure! jane with that clip PLS her adoration for nymphia is so cute and funny when put in that way 😭😭🤣🤣 me and her are in a club called lewsers4nymphia and she's the president

[pelova4president]

Sneak me in

Alessia Russo x Williamson!Reader

summary~ Sneaking around on an away match doesn’t go to plan. It’s hard to sneak around with your curious older sister and teammates around.

!warnings! not proof read, suggestive

You’ve been sneaking around for way too long now. It was time your secret got out, just not now. But would there ever be a good moment.

You started sneaking around with Alessia before she even joined Arsenal. You’ve always thought she was cute, beautiful even. The two of you were in the younger age groups together for the Lionesses but never really acknowledged each other. Well, you very much acknowledge her but never dared to make a move. So when Alessia went through to the seniors you were a tiny bit devastated.

So on games against United you needed to show off. You just couldn’t let Alessia score. And after every game against her you would shake her hand and mumble ‘good game’.

It was very obvious to Alessia that if she wanted something with you she needed to take matters into her own hands.

So she made the first move. On an away game against the Red Devils she chased you down the tunnel.

“Williamson! Williamson..” no answer.

“Little Williamson, wait!” she yelled in the hopes to stop you.

And as suspected you turned around. You saw the blonde run towards you like she hadn’t just played 90 minutes.

“Uhh hi Alessia..” you awkwardly said as the striker came to a stop. Alessia giggled at that.

“Hi, i want to take you out to dinner tonight. I know the best places in Manchester, so you wanna go?” Alessia asked bluntly.

You had to admire that she was so straight forward. And it would be a lie is you said you didn’t want to go on a date with her.

“Like as a date?” you asked her with a small smile.

“Whatever you want it to be.” Alessia laughed at your reddening cheeks.

You nodded your head, “Yeah, i’ll have dinner with you.”

“Okay, that’s a date. I’ll pick you up around seven.”

Things went fast from that moment on. There were many more dates after your first one. During your seventh date Alessia finally asked you to be her girlfriend and who were you to reject the gorgeous blonde.

The next step in your relationship was moving in with each other, or Alessia moving to your club. Your girlfriend knew you weren’t going to any other club than Arsenal so she made the move.

At first she tried to keep it a secret but when she visited you in London and you walked through your local park with three of your teammate’s dogs she couldn’t resist to make a little remark.

“I can’t wait to walk these monster with you every day next season. We might have to get a dog ourselves.” Alessia smiled giving your hand a squeeze.

“I wish we could but you live in Manchester I can’t give a dog everything they deserve on my own. Wish you were here everyday with me.” you sighed giving her hand a small kiss.

“Lucky you, i’ll be there too to take care of our dog then. In a few months we’ll be able to walk here everyday and i don’t even have to change kit colours.” Alessia laughed, hoping you’d catch on.

“Wait what? You’re moving to London, to Arsenal? Are you serious? Lessi please tell me you’re dead serious.” your mouth fell open, this couldn’t be right.

“Yep, i’m a gunner now.” Alessia’s bright smile was what made you believe her.

On paper it seemed like the perfect life but you still hadn’t told any of your teammates or anyone really about your relationship with the former United striker. Alessia couldn’t move in with you either since that would give everything away but being next door neighbours didn’t seem so bad either.

You each had your separate space but most night you ended up in the each others bed.

It started to get harder to hide when your teammates started coming over more. At first no one noticed anything.

It wasn’t until Vic Pelova, your best friend at the club, noticed a dark green hoodie resting on your couch. It had been Alessia’s until you decided it was your favourite and you should just steal her hoodie.

“Isn’t that Alessia’s?” Vic asked you puzzled at why she would leave her stuff at yours.

“Uh yeah, she just forgot it. I’ll probably drop it off later.” You told the brunette.

Those little incidents started to happen more and more and it got harder for you to come up with excuses. Luckily your sister didn’t catch on.

But when the team had a Champions League game in Paris and you weren’t roomed up with Alessia it got tricky. Obviously you wanted some more time with her but that would be hard since she was going to room with Lotte.

Alessia wouldn’t let that slide though, she’d think of something.

When you were all seated into the coach that would drive you to your hotel Alessia had an idea.

“Sooo you know how we aren’t rooming together. I’ve got a little plan to change that. When we are chilling in the main room i’ll go my room. Later on you will tell everyone you’re feeling a bit off and go to your room, but you realise you forgot your keycard. Then you knock on my door and i open it. I’ll just text Lotte that she has to room with Vic, she wouldn’t mind.” Alessia grins proudly.

“Wow, you thought of that all by yourself huh? So like would it be wrong just to ask if we could switch?” you asked her. “I mean, i’m not trying to turn your amazing plan down but you know, it’s easier.”

“Well, i already thought of that but it’s not gonna work. They would probably get suspicious of why we would wanna room with each other and not them.” your girlfriend explained.

“Hmm, so smart.” you complimented the blonde with a little kiss to her cheek.

So you did what you were told. Alessia said goodnight to everyone and now it was your turn. You grumbled a bit and moved in your sister’s arms.

“What’s got you so squirmy?” Your older sister asked you. Her eyes were furrowed and you could see she was a little annoyed with you.

“I don’t know, i feel a bit off.” you sighed as you waited a minute. “Maybe it’s better if i just go to bed early.”

You bid everyone goodnight before heading to your girlfriends room.

Alessia opened the door with a big grin on her face. “Hi baby, missed you.” she kissed you and pulled you inside.

“Hey Lessi” you pushed her on the bed and started kissing her neck.

“Wait baby, i still have to text Lotte.” she protested with a laugh.

“You can do that while we’re kissing babe.” you whined.

After Alessia had texted Lotte she started kissing you back. She was rough and left hickeys wherever she could.

“All mine hmm, you’re all mine baby.” you could feel her smile against your reddening neck.

You woke up to banging on your door. It was past 9 am and you promised to be at breakfast by 8. When you went to check your phone you were left searching, you had forgotten it in your original room.

When the banging didn’t stop you woke Alessia up who couldn’t seem to wake up.

“Babe. Lessi baby, they’re at the door. They’re literally gonna kick our door in if we don’t answer.” you shook her sleeping body.

Your sleepy girlfriend finally woke up in a disoriented state.

“What’re you talking about baby?” she grumbled into her pillow.

“Just.. just don’t move okay.” you ordered the messy blonde.

Opening the door you were met with the very irritated and serious face of your older sister and Beth by her side.

“Hi very smart sweet older sister, what can i do for you?” you asked her with one of the sweetest smile you’ve ever given her. You just hoped she would disappear and you could get ready.

“Oh shut it. You’re fucking late and where is Alessia, she wasn’t at breakfast either.” Leah questioned you.

“Don’t know, now let me get ready.” you told her before slamming the door shut.

“Alessia Mia Teresa fucking Russo, if you don’t get up right fucking now.” you threatened the half asleep woman in your bed.

The striker shot up and sprinted to the bathroom to get ready. As you walked in you saw her brushing her teeth.

“God, i don’t know how we’re gonna get away with this. Look babe, if you act like you were eating out and i pretend i slept through my alarm everything’s okay.” you said more to yourself than to Alessia.

“Well i did eat out, so it isn’t a complete lie.” your girlfriend giggled to herself. You shot her a daring look at which she held her hands up at.

Separating at Alessia’s hotel room door you went down to the girls while the blonde headed outside.

“Good morning everyone!” you greeted the girl’s in the room.

“Someone’s in a good mood huh?” Kyra laughed at your rather amazing morning mood.

“Yeah, i got a good night sleep, you should try it too.” you told her with a grin.

You were walking towards the coffee when Caitlin stopped you. Looking you up and down a grin formed on her face. “Looks like a you didn’t have a good night’s sleep but just a good fuck.”

Caitlin pointed to your neck. Apparently everyone wanted to see what she was talking about and a group of girl gathered around you.

“W-what?” you swatted the prying hands away.

“Your neck is literally purple and blue dude!” Vic commented.

“Jesus, you must be dating some kind of vampire” Katie McCabe herself yelled.

Leah wanted to see it for herself and pushed everyone away to inspect your neck. You tried to cover it up but it was too late. Leah was pinching you as if she couldn’t see it good enough.

“Who’s sleeping with my little sister! I know it’s someone from the team. Confess or i’ll make someone confess in a not so nice way.” Leah scanned the room full of football in the hopes she could see right through them.

“Leah, it’s not really any of your-“ as you tried to speak you sister broke you off.

“It really is though. I’m literally the vice captain of this team and overall your fucking older sister kid.” Leah told you off.

And just as you were about to go in against Leah your lover appeared. Alessia walked into the room with two coffees in her hand and a half eaten bagel. And that’s when you heard Lotte gasp.

“No way.” she said, one hand covering her open mouth.

Victoria nudged the defender in the hopes to hear her thoughts. “I switched rooms with little Williamson.” Lotte whispered to Vic.

Obviously Pelova couldn’t keep it to herself and gasped ten times louder. “No fucking way! Little Williamson is sleeping with Russo.” the midfielder almost yelled through the room.

Leah turned her head, her eyes capturing the other blonde in the door opening. “Who is that coffee for Russo?” your sister asked her.

“Uhm, your sister.” Alessia answered her, uncertain of what she should’ve told her.

“You’re sleeping with my little sister, Russo i’m gonna kill you.” Leah told her before turning to you. “And you after.”

alessia

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↳ alessia she’s not the victim!!

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‣ haechan: nu chi theta's very own wild card! a public relations major, known for his big flirt energy, people love him for his confidence and unapologetically bold personality—he’s just him. literally the life of the party, usually the one who stands out because of how obnoxiously loud he is. music festivals are practically his second home; catch him either riding the rail or vibing back with his frat bros. with him, expect the unexpected; he's always full of surprises.

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[pensoterios]

was thinking about Hazel soooo

enemies to lovers with Hazel Callahan, I guess. 2.7k words :)

Of course, you weren’t really enemies. How could you be? She was so nice, for no reason, always willing to help, which was disgustingly endearing, and she hadn't seemed to realize that you didn't want to be friends. You were a solitary person, an introvert, who rarely ever sought out other people. People often told you that you were intimidating, but you didn’t really understand why. That may have been part of why you hadn’t made many friends.

Of course, Hazel Callahan just could not have this, apparently. You rolled your eyes at the thought as you sat at your desk, paying no attention to Mr G’s very short class. You were very aware of Hazel in the desk behind you, trying to get your attention.

“Hey.” She whispered in your ear for the third time. You ignored her and the chill that ran down your body. When you didn’t respond, she tapped your shoulder. You rolled your eyes and finally turned around. “What?”`

Surprise dawned on her face at your tone, but she smiled and, voice low, asked, “Um, do you wanna join our club for female solidarity? It’s after school’s over, starts at 3:15 in the gym. I-I could email you about it, we’re learning about self-defense.” Your eyes were absolutely not watching her lips as she talked, and you huffed a sigh.

It actually didn’t sound terrible, but if Hazel was gonna be there, you weren’t planning on going. “I’m good.”

You turned back around in your seat before you could see her reaction, effectively ending the conversation.

After class, you overheard Hazel talking to her friends. “She said no, and I think she doesn’t like me. I guess it’s never gonna happen.” You heard Josie tell Hazel that you might warm up to her, and you scoffed to yourself. For once, Hazel was right, it was never going to happen. After what had happened during freshman year, you had ruled out ever being friends with her.

That day, you, a solitary, intimidated freshman, had heard some girls talking loudly about you right next to your locker, calling you a sad loser, and you looked around to see if anyone else had heard. Hazel, a few lockers down, was frowning at you, clearly having heard the girls. You looked away, embarrassed that a cute girl had heard them talking about you like that. The next day, Hazel came up to you and handed you a letter. You were surprised to see that Hazel had written you a note saying that those girls were completely wrong and you actually seemed cool. You began to smile for the first time in a while, but when you looked up, your heart dropped. Hazel was giggling, and it grew into laughter. Of course. It was a joke, there was no way someone like her would have any interest in you. You turned around to slam your locker, walking away with tears in your eyes. You rarely talked to Hazel after that, and anytime you did, you gave her the shortest, most contempt filled answers you could.

You had come a long way since then, joining the cheer team and even having a few girlfriends outside of school, but still remaining mostly solitary.

When the end of the day came, you found yourself lingering at school, wondering if you should go to that club. It had actually sounded interesting, though you didn’t really need self defense lessons as you had been taking them for years. However, female solidarity sounded interesting to you, even if you didn’t want to see Hazel more than you had to. Eventually, you decided to go, and that you would ignore Hazel as much as possible. You walked to the gym with just a few minutes to spare.You hated the way your eyes immediately found Hazel, and you ignored the way her face lit up when you walked in. You leaned against a wall, observing everything but her. The girls were standing in a circle that you decided to join. You were surprised to see Isabel and Brittany there, and as they waved at you, you smiled back. PJ stepped forward to start the session.

“Okay, losers!” Your eyebrows raised at her words. She continued, “today we’re continuing our self defense lessons.” Her eyes zeroed in on you. “Why don’t you go first? Let’s get that out of the way. Go against…” PJ smirked. “Hazel.”

What did she mean ‘go against Hazel’?

Hazel stepped into the circle, and you began to realize what was going on. Hazel only confirmed it when she smiled but put up her hands in fists. A wave of relief washed over you; you were good at this. You waited as Hazel stepped closer, throwing the first punch towards your face. You ducked and threw one back. It caught, landing just below her ribs. She stumbled backwards, the breath knocked out of her. The girls around you cheered. Not one to kick someone when they were down, unlike her, you kept your hands up, waiting for her to recover. She didn’t take long and scrambled towards you. This time you didn’t wait and went for her face. She dodged and threw a punch to your chest before you had retracted your arms. You clutched your chest where she had hit your sternum. It hurt like a bitch and you knew you’d have a bruise. You knew you had to get over it though so you put your hands back up and focused. Hazel stepped towards you and you anticipated her punch, grabbing her arm to use her momentum and knee her stomach. She grabbed onto you as she went down, pulling you down on top of her.

Nope. She was a terrible person and she was not hot. You looked down at her under you, with a weird smile on her face as you drew your hand back to hit her again. You faltered slightly at her expression and she caught your arm before it hit her. Damn it. With your concentration broken, she pushed up and pinned you to the floor, and why did she have to be so pretty? Sweaty and out of breath, she looked downright indecent while sitting on top of you, but you had to focus. You pushed at her shoulders, but she held your arms down. You decided to pull out the dirty tricks, waiting till she was close enough from holding you down to headbutt her as hard as you could, which you thought wasn’t that hard. Unfortunately for Hazel, it was pretty hard. “Fuck!” she yelled, scrambling off you while clutching her head. Everyone around you gasped. Your eyes widened as you witnessed her sit back, eyes squeezed shut and muttering curses under her breath.

Nope. No No. No. Her body absolutely did not feel nice under yours, and you were not enjoying this. Not at all. And still, a little voice in your head went, yes you are. You like it and you like her. Even after what she did.

Shit.

“Fuck, I- are you okay?”

Her eyes snapped open, finding you immediately. “Um, yeah- ah shit. Yeah I’m fine.” You frowned, “it doesn’t seem like it.” Hazel shook her head.

“I’m fine just a little- ow- just a little dizzy.” This was bad, you thought to yourself. You hadn’t meant to give her a concussion, and you held out two fingers. “Shit, Hazel how many fingers am I holding up?” you asked.

“I don’t know, like, 4?” Yup. Definite concussion. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” you gasped. PJ called from the circle, “is she good?”

You shook your head, finally taking your eyes off Hazel. “She has a concussion. I have to take her to the nurse, or something.” PJ shrugged, “fine, whatever.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to Hazel. “Come on, let’s go.”

Hazel shook her head again. “I’m fine, just- ah- gimme a second.” You sighed. “You have a concussion. You should not be here. You should be somewhere where you can rest your head.” You pulled her up, keeping her steady as she leaned on you. “Alright, alright,” she conceded. “Don’t be mean to me.” You rolled your eyes at her childish remark. “I’m not being mean,” you insisted as you led her out of the gym. “You’re just stubborn, so excuse me if I’m like… concerned for your health.”

Hazel hummed but didn’t say anything as you walked towards the nurse’s office. There was a silence, not uncomfortable, as you walked and eventually reached the nurse’s office. The school nurse had already gone home, but of course, being in self defense classes meant you knew your fair share of first-aid. As Hazel watched, seated in a chair, you went to the freezer, grabbing ice cubes and putting them in a plastic bag. You handed the bag to Hazel. “Put this on your ribs, and lay down on one of the beds.” You gestured to the two medical beds in the office. Hazel listened, surprisingly, and laid down on the closest one. You sat in the chair next to it, watching quietly.

“What about your, um… your chest?” asked Hazel, blushing through talking about your chest.. You had forgotten all about your injuries for a moment, but as soon as Hazel mentioned it, your sternum began to throb. “Yeah. Right.” You nodded and got up again to get more ice, holding it to your chest and sitting heavily in the chair. You could feel Hazel’s eyes on you, watching as you slumped in the chair.

“What?” You turned suddenly, catching her staring. Her cheeks started warming and she looked away. “Nothing, I just- you’re really pretty.”

You rolled your eyes. “I look like shit, Hazel.” Hazel shrugged. “So?” You shook your head. “So. how could I be pretty if I look like shit?”

Hazel frowned. “Well, it’s not like a right-now thing, I mean, you’re always pretty, whether you look like shit or not.”

You looked at her out of the corner of your eye. You’d blame it on the concussion, you decided. She wasn’t thinking properly. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”

Hazel was not having that. “No, actually. Like, you are actually really beautiful.” You hated the way your heart fluttered at the earnesty in her compliment. You knew you were pretty, but it was always nice to hear. Hazel looked away. “Sometimes I just look at you and go: ‘wow, I wish I could tell her how pretty she is every day. Maybe after a kiss on the cheek.’”

She what?

The shock from her comment got to you. “You what? So what was that in freshman year? You don’t get to just say that after what you did.” Hazel frowned again. You didn’t like that face, in fact, you much preferred her smile. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, you’re telling me you don’t remember when you wrote that fake note and then laughed in my face about it?”

Her eyebrows pinched further together in obvious confusion. “Fake note? What fake-” Realization dawned on her face, her eyes wide, which quickly turned into hurt. Her voice was quiet. “You thought it was fake?”

You looked at her like she was crazy. “Are you trying to tell me it was real? Hazel, you laughed in my face about it. Why wouldn’t I think that?” Hazel shook her head. “No, no, I didn’t. I just got nervous and when I get nervous I do this like, giggle thing.” Her eyes widen. “Oh my god, that’s why you walked away? You thought I was laughing at you. Holy shit, I feel terrible now. That explains so much- no, I meant every word I wrote on that paper.” Your eyes went wide as hope surged in your chest.

“Hazel, you… you meant it?”

She nodded. “Of course I did, I’d never not mean it. That would be horrible. Do you.. Still hate me?” You grimaced. “I don’t think I ever did.. I was just hurt cause I thought I’d been absolutely rejected by the girl of my dreams.” At her frown, you clarify. “You, Hazel.”

Hazel’s jaw drops, and she sits up, ignoring the way the room spins for a second. “I’m the girl of your dreams? Really?” Her wide eyes draw you in closer, leaning in as your eyes drop to her pretty pink lips. “Yeah, you are. Is this okay?” You ask as you lean even closer.

She nods her head, but before you can even move, the door to the nurse’s office swings open. You both lean back quickly as PJ appears in the door, but too late as her eyes flick from you to Hazel and back. “What are you losers doing in here? Making out?”

Both you and Hazel blush and PJ finally realizes that she’s right. “Oh, you were actually about to make out? Well don’t stop on my account-”

“Shut up, PJ,” you say, rolling your eyes. She rolls her eyes back at you. “Whatever. Club’s over anyway.” She shrugs, but both you and Hazel frown. “PJ, that’s really short. What happened?” Hazel asks. PJ shrugs again. “We had like, two more fights after you guys left, but the mood was totally killed so it got boring. Plus, Brittany had to leave.”

You and Hazel shared a look. You were both friends with PJ, so you both knew she was only in it for Brittany. “Okay, well, I gotta go. Hazel, if you want a ride, me and Josie are leaving, like, now.” Hazel swung her legs off the bed, standing a little shakily.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask, reaching out to steady her as you all walk out of the nurse’s office. She opens her mouth but PJ interrupts. “She’s fine, chill. Come on, let’s go.” You all walk back to the gym to get your stuff, then you part ways.

Hazel smiles sheepishly at you before they leave. “Thanks for taking care of me. See you tomorrow.”

“See you,” you respond, and you can’t help the disappointment in your voice. You wish PJ hadn’t interrupted, seeing as you’d definitely be kissing Hazel right now if she hadn’t, instead of watching her leave. You would see her tomorrow, but who knew if you’d have a moment like that again?

There wasn’t anything you could do about it now, but as you walked to your car, you made a promise to pull Hazel aside after school tomorrow and kiss the life out of her.

That self-promise proved to be challenging, since you had to see her all day before you’d talk to her privately. Sitting in Mr. G’s class was torture since you were hyper aware of Hazel sitting behind you, just out of reach.

Finally when the end of the day arrived and the bell rang, you rushed to your locker to find Hazel. You found her leaning against her own locker, and she looked up when you approached, her face brightening. “Hi,” she breathed out, a smile taking over her face to mirror the one on yours.

Your brain nearly shut off at her smile, but you quickly shook it off. The plan you had formulated in your mind rearranged itself as she leaned against the locker. You came closer and closer, putting a hand on the lockers next to her head to support yourself as you leaned in, your lips inches from hers. “Hi gorgeous. Can I kiss you?” You didn’t care about the other people in the hallway. All that mattered was Hazel’s little nervous swallow and the nod she gave you. Immediately, your lips were on hers, slotting together as you kissed her sweetly. You felt her hand go up and touch your cheek, holding you in place as you continued to kiss her.

When you finally pulled away, you were both slightly out of breath, your lips and cheeks flushed. You smiled at each other.

“It’s fitting,” you say, smiling now. “What is?” she asks.

“We kind of just corrected what happened here last time,” you laughed softly, leaning in for another kiss. Hazel smiled against your lips, kissing you back with passion. She pulled back to speak, her lips brushing against yours. “You want to get out of here?”

You smiled. “Hell yeah.”

[shootingstarwritings]

"How Does Managing a Team Work?"

Back at it again! It’s James. Quick recap, managed to recruit another friend of mine to join our crew battle that my roommate, Kor, wrangled us into. Now we were three for the crew battle, myself, Kor, and Jason.

I just needed one more guy to help round out the crew and all we would need after that was just to practice. Luckily, I think I had a good idea.

The guy’s name? Ronaldo. I hadn’t seen him in any sort of e-sports or gaming clubs, but I did hang out with him one time at a barcade. He was more Kor’s friend than mine, which made it clear that he was a pretty hetero guy with little time to worry about nerdy hobbies. However, one thing I did notice about him was how much of a killer he was at rhythm games.

“I’ve never even played this game before, but I like dancing. I was even in a band back in high school. And I like to DJ on the side,” Ronaldo had told me during that night. In all honesty, I hardly remember his exact words. He was far too busy throwing out just about every crowning achievement he’d ever had since birth to pay attention to my reactions. But I became a believer once I saw what he could do.

Ronaldo was a master of rhythm. To my utter amazement, he never missed a single note. No matter how much he cranked up the difficulty nor how sweaty his toned body got, Ronaldo kept dancing with a serene grin on his face. His feet were like magic.

The game threw torrents of notes at Ronaldo, but he didn’t slow down. Not only that, but he had also performed patterns and movements I had no idea one could do with his arms. The night had ended with his shirt completely soaked and me completely in awe. “What did I tell you?” he asked as soon as he saw my expression.

Ronaldo was amazing and exactly what we would need for the crew battle.

“Ronaldo?” Kor said, face scrunching up once I mentioned him. The two of us were eating dinner together. As had become tradition, Kor didn’t wear a shirt. “You wanna bring that guy in? Why?” If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought he looked rather crestfallen. Or maybe concerned? However, I didn’t put too much thought into it.

Kor continued with, “C’mon, we’ve already got a good team with you, me, and Jason. We don’t even need anyone that skilled, just some schmuck benchwarmer.” He smirked and flexed his arm.

“You saw him at the barcade,” I said. Jason frowned and his arm slumped down. Was he disappointed?

Ignoring that, I continued talking. “We could use everyone we can get. So just let me convince him. Y’know I’ve got a silver tongue.” Kor tensed up at my words, but he didn’t say anything. However, he made sure to tenderly stroke my thigh with his hand under the table. I blushed and told him, “Relax. You’re still the best player I’ve ever known.”

To be honest, I wasn’t sure exactly what Kor and I were. I had completely and utterly messed with his mind. Before, he was a straight man who just wanted to get into my hobby because it looked fun. Now he had a homosexual fighting game genius with what I could only assume was a crush on me. Whether we were behind closed doors or as public as we could be, Kor always made sure to slip in tender touches and kisses whenever he could. It was as if he was showing off to everyone that, “Yes, here he is. And here we are. And he is mine.”

I didn’t mind it. No, more than that. I loved it. I had never received attention like this before. However, there was a lingering feeling of guilt that began to take root in my chest the more Kor flirted and teased me. These emotions weren’t completely authentic, they were thoughts I had infected him with while possessing him. So was this infatuation fake? Should I try to turn him back?

‘Questions for another day,’ I thought as I shut the door to my room behind me. I couldn’t allow myself to start hesitating now. If I did, then Kor and I would be sleeping on the streets next month. Not for the first time, I wondered if I should take over some rich bastards and drain some of their bank accounts, but doing something like that needed levels of planning I didn’t have time for just yet. I would give it more thought later.

I spread myself on my bed and took a deep breath. My body once more morphed into gray smoke and took the skies once more. Again, that feeling of flight was addicting, almost more so than the feeling of possession.

“Yeah, Sophie, y’know I love you…” Ronaldo lay on his bed, chuckling as he spoke into his phone. Next to him was his laptop. I peered closer to see who he was messaging and noticed the name of another girl with several… lewd emojis.

“Aight, I’ll see ya soon, then. Love you.” He audibly smooched before hanging up. With a practiced hand, he peeled his boxers down and revealed his erect cock just as the woman he was messaging sent her a nude. He licked his lips and then got to work pumping his dick.

‘Disgusting,’ I thought to myself. Any amount of regret or reservations I had about possessing Ronaldo went out the window. I took a deep breath and made my way inside of him. The most way I figured would be through that big, juicy cock of his.

Ronaldo let out a gasp as his pecker suddenly became erect. “Wh-Whoah, what the—oooOOOHH!” He grit his teeth as a sudden stream of energy started pumping into his cock. He could do nothing but lie on the bed, his whole body convulsing as I ruthlessly surged into him tight and toned core.

First I felt the soft sheets rubbing against my skin. Then I felt bloating sensation, as though I would burst with the force of two people within me. After that was the pleasure that coursed throughout every pore of Ronaldo’s body—two souls becoming enraptured in a fight for dominance. However, he was far more submissive than I. My soul stomped his, forcing it to “kneel” to my whims as he lost consciousness.

‘Let’s make this fun for you and I…’ I whispered to Ronaldo’s struggling soul.

“What the fuck—OH!”

Simply possessing Ronaldo wasn’t gonna cut it. I wanted to make sure that this little trip inside of him taught him a reason about fidelity. To do that, I made the experience as slow as possible.

I ran Ronaldo’s trembling hands down his thighs before massaging his pecs, making sure to pinch and play with his nipples. I got a massive rush out of doing that, and so did he. I could feel his legs tremble and his teeth suddenly bite down on his lower lip to prevent any embarrassing noises from getting out. However, I wasn’t gonna let him spoil my fun like this.

Seizing control for a brief second, I opened Ronaldo’s mouth and let out an enormous, lustful moan that would make a whore proud. He immediately covered his mouth, turning red from the shame.

“F-Fuck...I’m… I’m gonna…!” Ronaldo’s pleasured moans echoed throughout the room as his hips buckled beneath the force of my soul taking him him. His eyes shot wide open as cum burst from his engorged launched wave after wave of semen high into the air, landing all over his sweaty chest and core. Ronaldo, covered in a sheen of sweat, could only gasp and writhe as he passed out and allowed me full control over him.

I awoke soon afterward. His whole was sore, but I didn’t mind. I rubbed his hips against the sheets a few more times, letting out cute little noises the whole time, before stretching in bed. “Welcome to the team, Ronaldo,” I said as I got to work.

Of course I played with barely anything on. It’s practically tradition at this point! I made sure to snap a quick selfie and send it to myself as material for later on.

I had my crew. Now we just needed to practice.

[jintaka-hane]

Our Lucky Night!

Kid and Killer x ... Fans?

Masterlist

Summary: Kid and Killer are famous. As they run into a bunch of hyped-up cheerleaders, they believe it's their lucky night. Words: 700 Tags: @fanaticsnail

Night falls over the small coastal town, and the Kid's pirates make their way back to the ship.

A short distance ahead Kid and Killer chat animatedly, followed closely by Wire and Heat. They take in the sight of nocturnal bars coming to life, their signs flickering on, inviting anyone in search of fun and company.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

A thrilled, high-pitched squeal echoes from the street nearby, startling them, who look around in surprise.

“OMG look at theeeem!!!!!”

The shrieks are followed by a chorus of feminine shouts of excitement, applause, and nervous laughter.

"They’ve put up the new ones!!”

"Girls, come see them!"

The pirates continue down the street, confused, not quite understanding what’s causing such a commotion. Kid tries to address his crewmates, raising his voice to be heard above the clamor, when a sudden cry cuts him off.

"PIRATES GET ME SO TURNED ON!"

They exchange perplexed glances for a second, then break into a synchronized sprint down the street, eager to discover where the shouts are coming from.

Their four heads peer around the corner to spot a throng of about twenty women clustered at a bar's entrance, jostling each other to catch sight of the two new bounty posters pinned to the facade (likely just to appease the law).

"Why they gotta be so ripped and hot?"

"The higher the bounty, the hotter they are."

The girls stand on tiptoe with enthusiasm, leaning on one another for support as they strain to see the photos more clearly.

"Think they'd ever drop by this town?"

"I could think of a couple of jobs if I joined their crew."

Unconsciously, the pirates begin to mimic the girls, pushing each other competitively to gain a closer look and listen more intently.

"Those scars are mad sexy…"

Wire shakes his shoulders to free himself from Heat's tightly gripping fingers.

"Damn, the redhead is SO fucking hot, I can't even…"

They fix their eyes on the captain's face, just in time to witness how his cheeks flush involuntarily, turning several shades redder than their usual tone.

“Look at him… look at that badass face… look at that wild red hair."

"I wonder if he's also a redhead down there…"

Wire bursts into hearty, uncontrollable laughter.

"Hey, Cap'n, looks like you've got yourself a fan club," he says, delivering a friendly slap on Kid's back, further unsettling him and causing his cheeks to blaze even brighter.

The girls, still clustered at the bar door, continue their lively conversation.

"Think I can rip off the poster and take it with me?"

"You have no cure, you're addicted to redheads."

"Oh, he would be MY cure."

Kid chuckles.

His initial timidity begins to dissipate as he starts to process the increasingly naughty conversation.

"I've heard he's missing an arm."

"Yeah? Well, if he had me, he wouldn't need it…"

"… guys," Kid says, watching as the group of spirited girls continues to heap praise upon him, "… maybe we can stay on land a little while longer…"

“I wanna call him sir!”

“I want to change him, I want to make him worse!”

Kid smiles with a lopsided, mischievous grin, and Killer shakes his head and clicks his tongue beneath his mask, “be careful what you wish for, girls…”

"HAHAHAHA!!"

The cheeky laughter echoes across the harbor, drawing Kid along with it. He laughs openly and shamelessly, hands on hips and chest puffed out, clearly pleased with himself and the admiration he seems to be receiving from the women.

"And look at the other one, ain't he a hottie?"

"The first mate?"

All the Kid Pirates turn towards Killer. With arms crossed in a serious and stoic demeanor, he stays silent, secretly more grateful than ever for wearing the mask to hide his blush from the others.

"Oh, how I love men with long hair."

"I wanna brush his hair."

"I want to sit on his face!"

"… lucky bastard," Heat mutters, his gaze hypnotically fixed on the group of girls.

Kid throws an arm over Killer's shoulders in camaraderie, giving him a friendly shake. “Well, Kil,” he says with a large, cheeky grin, “looks like it's our lucky night!”

"Ladies, how about we head inside for a drink?" suggests one of the women, the others nodding eagerly.

Watching the girls disappear into the bar, Kid rolls his shoulders, straightens his back, and lifts his head high.

"Don't wait up for us, boys!" He calls out before striding purposefully toward the tavern, radiating self-assurance.

Killer follows close behind, his steps measured and hesitant, and as they reach the bounty posters, he casts a quick glance at them.

"Kid, wait," he grabs Kid's shoulder to halt him.

"Huh?" Kid spins around, a broad grin still plastered across his face.

Killer gestures toward the bounty board, and the captain steps closer to inspect it, his eyes landing on the two freshly posted wanted posters

...

"Killer..." he says, clenching his jaw so tightly it could almost crack, "not a FUCKING word of this to the others..."

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Blaine-friendly Kurtbastian Fic Recs

Putting a list together for @fallevs, but I hope this will be useful for anyone who wants to dip their toes into Kurtbastian fanfiction but doesn't want to read anything anti-Blaine! Everything included in this list will either not include Blaine at all, or if he is in the fic, it will be neutral or friendly toward him.

I've tried to include a wide range of words counts as well, so that you can start with something short and sweet or dive into something big, whatever you feel like. If anyone else has some recommendations to add, please feel free to reblog this list and add more!

Europe Is Our Playground by @glitterdammerung - 53,430 words

Summary: Eight years and half the world away from home, a chance encounter in a Paris club leads Kurt and Sebastian - each running from the ghosts of their pasts - into the diversion of chasing each other across Europe.

(Let's give them) Something to talk about by MemeKonGlee - 20,529 words

Summary: “I need you to—” “I heard you the first time,” Kurt interrupts, putting his fork and knife down on his plate and pushing his half-finished pancakes aside. “What I meant was: what the hell?” He points towards the neglected pancakes, trying to stall in the face of Kurt’s reaction. “Are you sure you don’t wanna finish that first?” The look in Kurt's eyes tells him in no uncertain terms that no, he doesn't want to finish his pancakes, Jesus. And so Sebastian has no option but to take a deep breath in, exhale slowly through his mouth and just… get on with it, internally cringing at how unbelievably ridiculous it all sounds when he puts it in words, all out there for the world (and more importantly, Kurt fucking Hummel) to judge. It all boils down to: I fucked up and I'm too proud to deal with it the mature way.

Safe Mode by flipmeforward - 18,118 words

Summary: An AU in which Kurt and Sebastian never met in high school. Instead, they meet at &brave--an up-and-coming online fashion company where Kurt is the new assistant slash blogger (one day he will figure out a better title), and Sebastian is the less than pleasant tech support guy. Kurt does his best to avoid Sebastian and his rude attitude at all possible costs, but it turns out that technology is not his friend. It also turns out that Sebastian might maybe possibly be (okay, probably is) more than just an annoying coworker.

Come On And Mess Me Up by @pouralittlewater - 215,339 words

Summary: “It’s like...When Harry Met Sally,” Santana told him. “No. That was me and Blaine.” “How? You literally got together in months. You and Sebastian have been skirting the issue for years. This whole “will they, won’t they” thing is getting old.” Or, when Sebastian enrolls in McKinley High and joins Glee right before the duet competition. What Kurt thinks could be the start to a great friendship in gay camaraderie quickly explodes in his face as he realizes being around Sebastian makes him want to set the other boy on fire. However, over time, that feeling dissipates. Even without the title of friendship, the two become ingrained in each other's lives in a way neither ever expected to.

Thunderbolts & Lightning by @alphabees-writes - 1,854 words

Summary: Sebastian has a plan. It goes wrong, and then right, and then wrong again.

tension bars by @cryscendo - 824 words

Summary: Prompt by backslashdelta: kurt, sports!au (gymnastics), exes, “sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.”

I Want The World To See You'll Be With Me by @backslashdelta (me!) - 2,405 words

Summary: Kurt and Sebastian attend a Christmas party, and Sebastian has a special surprise for Kurt afterward.

Dessert by @nalasan - 1,175 words

Summary: “Oh my God,” Sebastian says, staring at the plate in front of him. “We have to break up.” Kurt, who has just walked into their living room and is still in his winter coat, raises his eyebrow quizzically; his expression more bemused than worried, “And why is that?” “Just look at that,” Sebastian replies, gesturing at the table in front of him like he is seeing it for the first time: the white tablecloth, the candles in their silver candleholders, the white roses in their vase in the middle of the table, and the dinner Sebastian has been preparing since he came home three hours ago.

And Why Is That? by @20xbetterthanu - 41,321 words

Summary: "I love you, and I hate myself for that." "And why is that?" Love hurts.

Note from me: this fic is definitely not anti-Blaine, however it does heavily involve Blaine and he is Not having a good time, so I maybe wouldn't recommend it if you want to avoid him (and the other boys!) being sad.

A Change In The Weather by cacophonylights - 209,414 words

Summary: The summer before college Kurt is shocked when Sebastian comes to him with a timely offer he can’t refuse.  He’ll get something he needs to realize his dreams, but in return he has to play the role of Sebastian’s boyfriend for the summer.  Neither of them know just how much their worlds are about to change. For a GKM prompt.

Note from me: this fic COULD be considered anti-Blaine, but I don't personally consider it to be; it maybe doesn't paint him in the most positive light, but I think it's still neutral enough to be on this list, and it's essentially required reading at this point! Also, it is famously unfinished, but there are a couple fan sequels: ACITW AU by @lady-divine-writes A Drop In The Ocean by @daftydraw and jwmelmoth The ACITW link above is for livejournal, but you can also find the original fic on AO3 in two parts here and here.

[anim-ttrpgs]

A.N.I.M. Team Bi-Yearly Payments

It’s the end of July, a new patreon update for Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy is coming this week, and the A.N.I.M. team are getting ready to pay ourselves with the Kickstarter money. We’ve already paid our freelance artists @chaospyromancy and @qsycomplainsalot for all their work in advance, and they’ve produced some pretty incredible art for us already, some of which you can see if you check out their blogs.

The rest of the Kickstarter and patreon money is to be split up among the permanent team members on a twice-a-year basis, with percentages for the first payment calculated from the amount of money we have on July 31st.

I’ll cut straight to the point, we’re poor and though this is going to be a bit of a windfall for each of us, it for sure isn’t enough to live on. We all have other jobs, and A.N.I.M. takes a lot of our time.

If anyone wants to donate to our ko-fi, subscribe to our patreon, increase their existing patreon subscription, etc. in time for our team’s payout on the 31st, that would be greatly appreciated. Even if you’re seeing this after July 31st it would still be appreciated because then that money goes to our ability to advertise, hire artists, and pay ourselves in the future.

As a reminder, we run the A.N.I.M. TTRPG Book Club as a way to inject life into an industry/hobby that is being flattened under the weight of WotC's monopoly, and currently have a patreon milestone set for expanding it.

Signing up for our patreon at $5 or more gets you access to regularly updated beta copies of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, plus adventure modules and short stories!

Also as a reminder, for a limited time, you can currently get a beta copy of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy completely free just for joining the A.N.I.M. TTRPG Book Club!

Elegantly designed and thoroughly playtested, Eureka represents the culmination of three years of near-daily work from our team, as well as a lot of our own money. If you’re just now reading this and learning about Eureka for the first time, you missed the crowdfunding window unfortunately, but our Kickstarter page is still the best place to learn more about what Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy actually is, as that is where we have all the fancy art assets, the animated trailer, links to video reviews by podcasts and youtubers, and where we post regular updates on the status of our progress finishing the game and getting it ready for final release.

Beta Copies through the Patreon

If you want more than just status updates, going forward you can download regularly updated playable beta versions of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy and it’s adventure modules by subscribing to our Patreon at the $5 tier or higher. Subscribing to our patreon also grants you access to our patreon discord server where you can talk to us directly and offer valuable feedback on our progress and projects.

The A.N.I.M. TTRPG Book Club

If you would like to meet the A.N.I.M. team and even have a chance to play Eureka with us, you can join the A.N.I.M. TTRPG Book Club discord server. It’s also just a great place to talk and discuss TTRPGs, so there is no schedule obligation, but the main purpose of it is to nominate, vote on, then read, discuss, and play different indie TTRPGs. We put playgroups together based on scheduling compatibility, so it’s all extremely flexible. This is a free discord server, separate from our patreon exclusive one. https://discord.gg/7jdP8FBPes

Other Stuff

We also have a ko-fi and merchandise if you just wanna give us more money for any reason.

We hope to see you there, and that you will help our dreams come true and launch our careers as indie TTRPG developers with a bang by getting us to our base goal and blowing those stretch goals out of the water, and fight back against WotC's monopoly on the entire hobby. Wish us luck.

[tripolishigh]

Welcome to Tripolis high.

We Welcome you to Tripolis High, a high school made for everyone.

We encourage students to be themselves and to be unique in their own way. We have been inspiring students since 14th of May 1940.

Our staff made this account to keep an eye on students as well as give important announcements! We do have a Snow ball on the way!

We also welcome back our old students! We hope your new school year starts out better than the last and you spend yet again a wonderful time this year. We know exams will be stressful for the oldest ones but do not panic and study well, a lot of you have great potential.

Anyways let’s get to the fun part!

If anyone here wants to join an after school activity, please do! We have quite a lot to offer!

Gardening club

Acting club

Music club

Cooking club

Art club

Science and tech club

Football/basketball/soccer clubs

Film club

History club

Literature club

Dance club

Journalism club

Robotics club

Cheer leading

Student council

Student council is up and running, if anyone wants to apply for a position, please contact us and make a plan for what you think this school needs.

We also are opening president debate!! 2 students will fight for the role of Student council president. A poll will be set and cast the best president for their school.

Thank you all for reading and staying.

-Tripolis High Staff.

OOC:

Finally an account for the school!

This is made by me @mikeydraws and @isityuno

This is a Highschool DC AU, this is mostly about young DC heroes like Young Justice! This is a big project me and Yuno finally brought to daylight, thanks to the encouragement from a few friends of ours. They are also part of this au as characters.

The full list of people in this is all on the pinned account of @jaimereyesbug Which is mine! I run it :)

Thank you to all the people who already joined this is an absolute delight to be apart of, if this AU gains a bigger audience and more people want to join we will open our very own Discord server. But before that I wanna apply some rules

OCs and self-inserts

- this is absolutely fine, don’t feel bad about adding an oc or a self-insert, we accept those and you won’t be judged.

Canon characters

- if a canon character is already taken then don’t bother making your own version of it, we won’t accept them. The reason being is that it will be so confusing for us and keeping track of it, it’s better if we keep it simple.

Older characters

- we accept older characters, like Bruce, dick or Wally. However they won’t be too much focused on as young DC characters are the main voice of the Roleplay, I won’t allow Bruce as a teenager so don’t even try, this will make it weird since we already have a Damian.

NSFW and inappropriate things

- you will get instantly reported and blocked, this is a high school au, most characters are under the age of 18-19.

This is all! Please contact me ( @mikeydraws ) or this blog if you are interested in joining!!

Ciao!

[bloodywickedlips]

All this work.

Summary: You've worked hard for the past 6 months undercover, when a mistake is made by the BAU will it cost you more than you thought?

The day started off well and as you walked into the club you passed security easily with a smile and went to sit next to your boss.

You had recently moved up in the chain and was now one of the most important 8 people sat around the table.

You watched in silence as the men bickered and then soon it was over with drinks being passed and laughter along with stacks of cash laying on the table.

“we are expecting the next shipment to come in on the 9th” your boss said to one of well paying clients and you went over it in your mind. Four days. Only four days till the next batch come in.

You saw him pull more money out and slide it over to your boss and your boss motioned for you to check the bag.

Zipping the bag open you checked inside and nodded to your boss, this was enough money for at least three.

“pleasure doing business with you, I will send you the details as soon as it arrives” your boss said and you watched as they shook hands.

“Now tell me, does anyone pay to play with her?” the guy asked and tipped his chin towards you, making you glare at him and your boss laugh.

“That I can assure you will bring you more pain than pleasure if you try. She’s one of us, she makes sure our shipment is up to standards. The reviews certainly have gone up since she joined us” your boss said and you lifted your glass up in cheers and drank the bitter whiskey down without a grimace.

“Such a shame, I would have enjoyed it” the guy said and stood up to go back to his many girls entertaining him.

“If it is alright sir I would like to head back to the warehouse and make sure everything is ready for you when the shipment comes” you said and looked at your boss hoping he would left you as you needed some much needed sleep.

“Why don’t you take a day off, your work is always on time and you should relax a little bit. Get laid even” your boss says and laughs at his own joke.

“I might just do that if I see something interesting” you reply and stand up bidding your boss to have a good night.

You walk out of the club towards your car and drive your way to your house, you knew security was following right behind you and you sighed as you stepped out of your car.

Suddenly lights were shown on you and you heard voices shout. You looked around and ran down the ally way right next to your house, you tried climbing the long gated fence but a strong hand pulled you down and you collided hard with the ground.

Quickly jumping up you swung your fist and smiled in triumph as you heard a grunt and you felt your knuckles enflame in pain.

“Oh that’s how you wanna do it” the voice said back and you felt a punch to your own cheek and you had to admit that it stung.

You spat blood out onto the ground and motioned to the attacker to come forward with your hand and your fists were raised up.

The guy ran at you and tackled you back into the fence making you gasp as the air was knocked out of your lungs but you quickly hit your elbow down onto his back two times before he grunted letting go. You smiled and went to run back out of the ally when you were stopped by him pulling you back by your hair. “Ah fuck….” You shouted as he slammed you to the ground with his knee in between your shoulder blades.

“Stop fighting dammit, FBI you are under arrest, I will now read you your rights…” the voice said and you closed your eyes and sighed as he read you your rights.

You couldn’t believe it.

As he pulled you up by your cuffed wrists you hissed as they bit into your flesh and as he escorted you to their black SUV you looked to the side and saw Michael watching you from his car. Your boss was not going to be happy at all.

You were searched and then thrown into an interrogation room. You sat there for about an hour before finally someone stepped in and you arched your eyebrow to the man in front of you. He had a nice bruise on his jaw where your fist had connected.

“Laura smith….finally I can put a face to the name” the man said and you looked away to the side.

He slammed brown files down in front of you and you thought to yourself ‘here we go’.

He blabbed on about the files in front of you and not once did you speak up or give him anything.

“I want you superior” you said and he huffed out at you and slammed his hands down onto the table “there is no way you are cutting a deal, so speak now or we put you away for good” he said and you laughed out.

Not that you thought anything was funny…you were angry , no you were pissed off.

“you stupid prick!!” you hissed out and stood up although your hands were cuffed to the table you were seething.

“I want your superior in here now!” you shouted and heard the door open, looking to your side you saw a middle aged man in a suit step in and nod at you.

“Hotch we had a plan, don’t give in to her man” the other man said and you watched as this ‘Hotch’ moved to stand in front of you.

“Morgan I am curious to know what she wants” Hotch replied and you glared at both of them.

“So please explain to me how the FBI just hires any stupid idiot off of the force? You see Morgan I can tell you were normal police before this. So please tell me how stupid you actually are” you said in anger and you could tell you were getting under his skin.

“You are the stupid one, I mean we caught you” Morgan said and you shook your head as you sat down crossing your legs.

“I assume you have a technical analyst? Don’t answer its rhetorical, phone them right now in front of me and tell them to look up Y/N Y/L/N” you told them with anger.

“We don’t take orders from you” morgan huffed out and hotch was looking at you trying to analyse why you were asking for this.

“Morgan it might be another victim” Hotch said and you rolled your eyes.

You watched as hotch pulled his phone open and dialled a number while putting it on speaker.

“What can I do for you my lord?” a sweet female voice came through the phone and you stared at it curiously.

“Look up Y/N Y/L/N anything you cant find on them” Hotch said and you sat back staring at morgan as he glared at you.

“Alright scanning now, oh oaky got it. She’s gone awol for the past six months no trace of her at all, before that there is a lot of cases finished with her name at the top, nothing dirty although there is a sealed file” the voice said and hotch ordered her to unseal it.

“Don’t bother sweetheart, only person that can authorise that would be Erin Strause. So if I were you I would call her first as you stupid people probably just blew my cover!!” you hissed out the last part and saw all colour drain from the said morgan.

“That’s right morgan, you just probably blew my cover, I’ve been under for just over six months in the child trafficking ring and this would have been the biggest bust yet. You just cost hundreds of kids their lives.” You said and shook your head at them.

Not soon after you said those words hotch’s phone started ringing and him and morgan gave each other a look before he answered.

“What is this I heard you just arrested one of my best undercover agents?” you heard the voice of strause come through the phone.

“I’m sorry mam, we had no idea. The case we are currently working deals with children being abducted and all signs pointed to her, yes mam. Yes I understand” Hotch said as he hung up the phone.

“Mind getting the cuffs off of me now?” you stated angrily and rubbed your wrists as they were set free.

“All this work down the fucking drain” you mumbled and shook your head.

“I’m sorry for the mix up, you are free to go” Hotch said and you huffed at him. “no way will they let me back in after their people saw me getting arrested.” You said and winched at the headache you were getting.

“We’ll make it believable, let you go as you said nothing” Hotch said and you mulled it over in your head and nodded.

“Fine but I need a few bruises to make it believable” you groaned out whishing none of tonight happened as you were so close. This last shipment of kids coming in was your last piece of evidence you needed to bring down the whole ring with bosses and customers alike.

“That can be arranged” Hotch said and picked up the files and left the room with morgan.

You sat at the table thinking of ways to explain this to your boss, hopefully he wouldn’t see right through you and discover your intentions after a hard long six months.

Morgan stepped back inside with a woman following him and they shut the door.

“Hi I'm Emily Prentiss, Hotch explained to me and I'm sorry to have to do this” she said and you shook your head at her.

“You wont be touching me, he will be the one” you said and nodded to morgan.

“Whoa hey now, I am not doing that” he said and held his hands up as he stepped back.

“oh now you are good enough to not touch me” you hissed at him still angry over the whole situation.

“it’s not that, it’s just not fair of a woman to go up against Morgan” Emily said and you shook your head. “I am a lot stronger than I look, ask morgan, I gave him that pretty bruise on his jaw” you said and saw morgan clench his fists.

“Emily it’s fine” Morgan said and she held her hands up and shook her head as she walked out.

“So where do you want it?” morgan asked as he stepped closer to you and it’s the first time you actually look at him. He was very handsome for an FBI agent. Dark luring eyes and beautiful smile and very toned from what you could see.

“let’s do eyebrow and neck” you said and walked towards him ready for him to hit you.

You grabbed his hand and put it around your throat trying to get it over with, you felt morgan squeeze his hand but it wasn’t hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Morgan you need to do better than that” you said and you noticed he wasn’t looking at you at all.

Knowing what you had to do you stepped forward until he was pressed against the wall and smiled at him.

“What Morgan, you afraid to hurt me, come on show me what you’ve got. Or should I call Emily in to rather do a mans job” you sneered at him and felt his hand tighten a little bit, you were on the right track.

“Maybe I should talk to Hotch as well and send you back to your old squad so you can learn to be a proper cop. You know I help my boss with? Picking out the good kids to go out and sell, the be sold like sheep. They mean nothing, it makes them stronger. A little touch here and there does the trick” you said to him, mocking him and you knew it worked as his hand tightened all the way and his other hand joined.

He slammed you back into the wall and wrapped his hand tightly around your throat. “Shut up, you know nothing” he hissed at you and you saw something in his eyes. You needed something done and you felt bad for what you said next but you knew it had to look real for your boss.

“What don’t tell me you were touched and it’s still in that brain of yours. Come on morgan it means nothing, you mean nothing” you said out loud as much as you could with straining against his hold on your neck. You saw the rage in his eyes and felt the rush of air as he moved you and slammed your head against the table.

You felt a sting on your head and you knew you got what you wanted.

“Morgan enough” Hotch’s voice boomed behind both of you and you laid still as you saw morgan storm out,

“You know I only said it to get him angry” you explained to hotch and stood up to look at him. He nodded, not seeming happy that you could get under his agents skin so quickly but it was something you specialized in.

You followed hotch to the door and shivered as you stepped into the icy cold night.

You knew you couldn’t call a cab as everything was still in your car and decided to walk the few blocks to one of the ring bosses house to explain.

As you walked you heard a car screech behind you before a bag was over your head and you were pulled into the car.

You knew your boss had sent someone to get you and you hoped for the best as the car came to a stand still.

Being pulled out roughly you were shoved into a door and fell to your knees with a hiss.

“Laura, Laura, Laura please explain to me how you got picked up by the FBI nonetheless” the voice said and you recognized your bosses voice.

“I don’t know what happened, someone must have talked. One of the new clients must have slipped up” you said and squinted as the bag was pulled off of your head.

Your boss looked over you clearly noticing the bruises. “And what did you tell the FBI for them to let you go?” you boss asked and you shook your head.

“I didn’t tell them anything, they tried to rough me up but I never spoke up. I have just as much to lose as you do” you said and looked up at him hoping he believed you.

“You see Laura I don’t believe you. Things aren’t adding up for me and it all makes sense now. The stock that are no good, you always take care off. Dispose of them, but no bodies have ever showed up, missing posters of those said stock went off the grid. As if they were returned home” he said and you knew he was onto you.

“I can take you to the dump site if you wish” you said challenging him but he smiled at you.

“Bring her in…” he shouted and you saw two of his men walk to the side and drag a female in front of you.

“Lisa please repeat what you told me” your boss said and you looked at Lisa in front of you as the bag was pulled off of her head.

She had fresh bruises all over her and it took everything inside of you to not flinch.

“She said if I follow what she tells me I can go home. I mustn’t fight back and just accept my fate as then the men won’t want me and I can go home” Lisa sobbed out as she explained everything you told her before.

“You see Laura, I believe her” you boss said and you saw him walk up and point a gun to her head before the shot went off.

You screamed and started crying as you saw the blood run out of her and envelop her fallen body like a halo.

The sobs wracked your body as you cried, Lisa was someone you cared about a lot as she looked just like your little sister.

“I guess I have my answer” your boss said with a wicked smile and you knew you were going to be killed next.

“Congratulations Laura you just dropped to the bottom of the pit. Have her prepared with the rest, an agent will go for a lot of money on the market” he said and you knew that fate was worse than being killed.

It’s been three days since you were locked up in one of the cages, only getting water now and then and dry stale bread as a food supply.

Now and then your boss would come in and throw you around, taking his anger out on you. You thanked whatever god was above that it never went further than the beatings.

“Time to go” a voice called out and pulled you from your cage, you tried fighting back but a swift kick to you already bruised ribs made you gasp and curl into a ball.

You were pulled up by your hair and the ropes around your hands were tightened as you were shoved forward.

You were pulled into a big warehouse and only then did you realize the latest shipment already came as there were different children posed and up for bidding to be sold.

You were led to the far back and tied to a pole before your boss stepped up and smirked at you.

“Time to make me money, it should make up for everything you put me through” he said and flipped a knife open to cut your shirt and pants from you. Only leaving you in your underwear.

“Ouch that looks painful” he said and proceeded to punch you on your side that was littered with purple and green bruises.

You felt the snap an also heard it as your rib gave in from the strain and snapped inside of you. You were surprized that your rib only broke now.

The lights were dimmed and you felt like it was harder and harder to breathe. You knew what was coming and didn’t even flinch when a crash sounded and chaos ensued.

People were running and shouting as you heard voices all around you “FBI stop” was shouted all around you but you couldn’t focus as everything felt numb to you.

“She’s here” you heard a voice shout and felt your hands being cut free as you fell into a pair of arms.

“We need a medic” the voice above you shouted and you felt a hand press to your cheek.

“Hey come on  look at me, open those pretty eyes of yours” the voice said and you blinked your eyes open and saw the beautiful dark eyes looking down at you.

“There we go, now keep those eyes on me” he said and you smirked but grimaced as it pulled your split lip open again.

Everything started going blurry and you grabbed his hand “Get the kids out…” you whispered and begged him with your eyes.

“We got them, don’t you worry” he said and you nodded as you passed out.

Your head was pounding as you opened your eyes to the bright light and the beeping next to you didn’t help.

“shut up” you groaned at the beeping and heard a chair scrape against the floor.

“Doctor she’s awake” a voice shouted and you pulled your hand up to cradle your head.

“ow stop shouting” you said and flinched at the sound of your own voice, it sounded hoarse and terrible.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ll keep it down” a voice said and you looked to your side and saw Morgan smiling down at you.

“Hey you came for me” you said with a smile, no doubt being high from the pain killers as you didn’t smile often.

“Yeah I went outside to cool off and I saw you walking on the sidewalk and then get pulled into a car, I knew nothing good could have come from it. So me and my team worked hard to try and decipher all  your notices and clues to figure out where they were selling. And after you didn’t check in for a day we knew something was up” Morgan explained and you nodded thankful that he saw what happened.

“Thank you morgan” you whispered and took his hand in your own. “and I'm sorry for everything I said, but I needed you to be angry” you explained and morgan squeezed your hand.

“Don’t worry sweetheart I know, and call me Derek” he said and you smiled up at him and nodded.

“Take me on a date first before we get to pet names” you said and watched as he laughed at you and nodded himself.

“As soon as you are healed up, I’ll organize a date” Morgan said and you laid back down happy that things ended up okay.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for using racism to get away from the dude crushing on me?

This happened last year, but my friend group still tells me it was a messed up thing to do and part of me agrees with them, while the other part doesn’t know what else I could have done.

I (F17, white) have always been the quiet, weird, fat girl in school. I have never dated, even though people would regularly ask me out as a dare, or do the whole “my friend has a crush on you” thing to embarrass their friends. I got used to the idea that no one would ever really wanna date me, at least not in high school, and that anyone who asked me out was trying to trick me. But that was fine, I’m content with the friends I’ve made of my fellow social rejects and weirdos.

Last year a guy (black, M17 at the time) joined our friend group and started coming to anime club with us. He was quiet and weird, but then again we all were, so I was nice to him and assumed he’d open up when he was comfortable. And he did start opening up, but I went from thinking he was just shy to having a weird feeling about him. Like, no guys have ever been into me enough for me to develop a creep meter, but when I described the feeling I got when he would just quietly stare at me from across the room to my female friends they said “girl, that’s your creep meter going off”.

He would just silently stare at me for hours, if no one interrupted him. At my chest, my feet, and my crotch specifically. One day he told me he was in love with me. Not liked me, not had a crush on me, he was in love with me. And he wanted my phone number. Of course I was uncomfortable, and didn’t believe for a second he really liked me. No one likes me. They just pretend to because it’s funny. I politely told him I was only interested in being friends, and he just said “ok” and asked for my phone number again. I gave it to him because I didn’t know how to politely say no to that, and asked him to wait till the weekend to text me because my dad doesn’t like me texting on school nights (a lie, I just wanted to mentally prepare myself for texting with him). He said ok.

I was still riding the bus home when he started blowing up my phone with texts. Nothing heinous, just telling me I was pretty and asking about school and anime. I ignored him, and he started calling instead. I had to turn my phone off because I was starting to panic after 20 texts and 7 calls.

The next day a couple of my friends asked why I didn’t text them back and I told them I had to turn my phone off because he didn’t listen when I asked him to wait before contacting me, and they told me some disturbing rumors about him. That he has a fetish for fat girls. That he’s on probation for stalking and harassment. That he had to leave his last school because a girl got a restraining order. That I’m not the first girl he’s done this to at our school either. I followed up on that last one and got confirmation there: two other girls in my school told me he had come on to them too, and only because they were fat. I immediately blocked his number and stopped going to anime club and avoided him in the halls.

But even with me going out of my way to not see him he would still pop up. He would be waiting outside my classroom to talk to me. He would sit with me at lunch. He even got transferred to my chorus class (I have no way of confirming if he did that on purpose or not). He kept asking why I wasn’t texting him back or answering his calls, (because I had blocked him), I said I’m just shy talking on the phone. He asked why I took a different route to class everyday (because I was trying to avoid him), I just said I liked exploring the school.

I tried asking him, politely, to tone his behavior down some because he was scaring me. Nothing changed. I flat out reminded him I already said I wasn’t interested in him. Nothing changed. I told him truthfully that I wasn’t getting his dozens of calls and messages because it was too much and I blocked his number, and he started texting me from a different number instead. I told a teacher and he said he just wanted to be my friend. I told the guidance counselor and she said she would talk to him, but he didn’t stop.

So finally one day, at the end of my rope, I told him I told my racist dad he was harassing me. That’s all. That my dad was racist, and would never accept me dating a black boy, and that I told my dad he wouldn’t leave me alone. He immediately backed off and, as far as I know, moved on to another girl.

Most of my friends were there to watch him hang around me like a lost puppy and stare at me inappropriately, so they don’t blame me for wanting to get away from him. But they also say it was a dick move to bring racism into it. I think they may be right, but I sincerely couldn’t think of any other way to get rid of him myself. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[imsparky2002]

Coward and Proud of It

(Nathaniel is drawing in his sketchbook after another akuma attack, and notices his classmates looking embarassed, their faces riddled with guilt.)

Nathaniel: Why do you guys look like that?

Alix: Dude, we’re such horrible friends! We forgot about you again!

(He looked confused. She sounded sincere, but why?)

Rose: I can’t believe we left you behind! We’re supposed to look out for each other!

Nathaniel: Uh, what are you talking about?

Nino: We didn’t go back to look for you dude! We were too busy saving our own skins. (He looks ashamed. Nathaniel realizes what’s going on.)

Nathaniel: Are you talking about the last akuma attack? You think you abandoned me?

Kim: Yeah! You were nowhere to be found. Weren’t you looking for us?

Nathaniel: Uh... no? Guys, you didn’t leave me behind. I left you.

(The entire class gasps in shock.)

Chloe: What are you on about, Kurtzberg?!

(He just rolls his eyes at the girl.)

Nathaniel: Whenever I am able to do so, I slip away from you guys. Afterall, Akumas seem to have a magnet for our group. And the best way to avoid getting killed is to lay low, away from the source.

Adrien: You make it sound like we’re a liability to you!

Nathaniel: *Bluntly* You are. You all run around like headless chickens, instead of ducking for cover and keeping your heads down. If this were a zombie apocalypse, you’d fail horribly. Well, except for Adrien and Marinette. Somehow you two always manage to avoid the brunt of the attacks. Not to mention you’ve never been akumatized yourselves. Main character energy if I’ve ever seen it.

Marinette: Yeah... that’s the reason. *Internally sweating*

Max: Nathaniel, you make up one fourteenth of a group. I am pretty sure we’d realize if you had abandoned us.

Nathaniel: Well, Max, for a guy with such a high iq, you clearly weren’t smart enough the other four times I did it.

Alya: Hold on a second, you’ve left us FIVE TIMES?!

(Nathaniel nods. He doesn’t understand why everyone seems so surprised.)

Nathaniel: You make it sound like it’s such a hard thing to do. When you’re all freaking out like that, it’s easy for a quiet guy like me to slip away.

Alix: (Talking about the Art Club Squad) But every time we texted you in the group chat, you acted like you were trying to find us. You even said you understood how panicked we got.

Nathaniel: Yeah, I was lying. You think I’m gonna reveal my escape plans? Then you’ll wanna join me, and I can’t have anyone from this class, even my friends, putting a target on my back via association.

Juleka: *Mumbling* Ouch, dude.

Chloe: Hmph! Well if you’re so elusive, tell us how on earth a nobody like you managed to survive all these attacks.

Nathaniel: Why should I tell you? You’d just try to join me next time.

(Rose uses her puppy dog eyes, and he caves.)

Nathaniel: Alright, fine. But I’m not taking any of you next time, you hear me?

(They grumble and nod.)

Nathaniel: Ok, Stormy Weather was pretty easy. All I had to do was avoid Alec, head home to my house, shut all the windows, lock the doors, hide under the bed, and done. For some reason, Akumas usually attack anyone unlucky enough to be outside. If they don’t have a specific victim in mind that is.

(The classmates all mutter in agreement. He had a point.)

Nathaniel: Next up was Guitar Villain, and once again you all ran off together, not even thinking of splitting up. And it seems none of you got the idea of just pretending to like the music. That’s what I did, just copied what I saw Ivan doing in class the day before, and headbanged like there was no tomorrow. I find the music to be cringe as all hell, not to mention the singer’s a deadbeat dad with an obviously fake English accent, but I had to fake it to make it.

Juleka: *Muttering* He really is a scumbag.

Nathaniel: Then there was Frightingale. I didn’t escape by myself, since I got a helping hand from a certain cute writer who I had been in the music video with. Turns out we had both been crushing on the other for awhile, and finally had the courage to ask eachother out. He took me to a safespot with the other kids in Mendeliev’s class, they took a liking to me, since I actually bothered to ask about their lives. You do realize that the kids besides Marc, Mireille, Jean and Aurore have names right?

Marinette: Of course we did!

Nathaniel: Really, what are they?

(The class is unable to even come up with a guess.)

Sabrina: Uh...

Nathaniel: That’s what I thought. Anyway, Zombizou was my favorite. Me and the Science kids got to kick love-zombie ass, and in order to avoid suspicion, Marc and I kept making out whenever they were near. It was so awesome! (He blushes before getting back on topic.) So yeah. You guys never abandoned me, I abandoned you. And before you say anything, no, I’m not sorry.

Alix: *Looking forlorn* But dude... we’re your friends!

Nathaniel: Well, you are. Most of the Art Squad is, but the rest of you only interact with me if you need something for your ships. You realize I’m an accomplished cartoonist, right? The Ladybug comic I work on with Marc is a huge success. I’m just as important as the rest of you!

Kim: Dude, we aren’t saying you’re not.

Nathaniel: Well I wasn’t important enough for any of you to notice I was being bullied by Chloe?

Chloe: Oh please, Kurtzberg. You got off easy.

Marinette: She made everyone’s life bad, Nathaniel. Not just yours!

Nathaniel: When you get bullied, everyone coddles you. When I get humiliated in front of the class, nobody besides my art friends came to comfort me, to explain to me why I got akumatized, why I was right to feel angry about what happened. Marc’s class also took the time to explain to me how it was creepy to write my self-insert being in love with a real classmate. They’re the reason I apologized to you, Marinette.

Chloe: Well if they’re so cool, then why don’t you join them!

Mylene: Chloe! We wouldn’t want that! Nathaniel’s our friend!

Nathaniel: Actually, that’s what I plan on doing next year. No offense, but I can only tolerate like half of you. I’d rather be with a class that actually recognizes my value, that takes the time to ask how I’m doing. If that makes me a background character in your world, so be it.

(He gets up and sees Marc waiting for him.)

Nathaniel: I’m not some helpless little lamb that gets lost whenever there’s an akuma. I’m a survivor, a coward, and I’m proud of it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna make out with my boyfriend.

(He smirks as he sees each classmate with their jaw on the floor.)

Turns out our Nath wasn’t abandoned after all. He’s just an escape artist. This felt so cathartic to write, and I hope you enjoyed it. As usual, let me know your thoughts in reblogs, replies, posts, and asks. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

[blubushie]

Yikes, reading some of these messages hit a little too close to home.

I'm a trans man, and my relationship with masculinity has been more rocky as recently. I started T and realized I have much more dysphoria than I realized because I was ignoring it. And I've experienced my fair share of transphobia.

I've had classmates say (jokingly, I know) that I'll start becoming entitled, and a misogynist because I started T. In a university level queer studies class, they all had certain distaste for men. The expectation was that they would shut up and not talk over the woman's experiences (to be fair, I was one of 2 men in that class). Even one of my closest friends has issues with hating men that I've meant to bring up (I'm the exception because I'm trans and don't really look like a man most of the time). But I've always brushed it off, saying that "trans women have it worse" or "this is what I get for becoming the 'enemy'".

It took me a long time to even admit I was trans because I know that men were "the enemy" and I was betraying people by becoming one.

That anon who said that he didn't want to become a Twink, oof I relate to that. It wasn't until I got into TF2 that I realized what kind of form I wanted (Engineer and Soldier being major players in this realization).

You are the only one I've ever really seen talking about masculinity. Like ever, and I've been in queer spaces for a very long time. It's comforting to know that my struggles are real. And aren't being brushed off as "well xxxx have it worse." (I know. I know other trans people have their struggles and should not be treated as irrelevant. I know that. But I never see anyone talking about masculinity. It's treated as a disease almost).

I'm rambling, but I guess I just wanted to say thanks. I rarely talk to anyone on the Internet, content to just observe, but you've really made me feel seen. So thank you

I don't wanna be the one to break it to you, but if someone says they hate men and say you're an exception because you're trans or don't look enough like a cis man, it's because they're transphobic and don't see you as a "real" man. And that will change when you start passing and getting clocked as male, and it'll especially change when you express any joy in what testosterone is doing to your body or any joy in being perceived as male. You're most likely an exception because they don't see you as a man yet even though you are one.

Additionally I don't know how long you've been out, but since you're just starting on T, this means people have probably been clocking you and IDing you as female most of your life. Which means you have every right to discuss women's issues and misogyny because you have been subjected to misogyny. NO ONE gets to just erase your lived experiences growing up in a female body and being subjected to misogyny just because you are now openly identifying as male.

And we don't choose our gender. We're born this way, remember? You're betraying no one by "becoming" a man because you were born a man. At most you're making a choice to change your body to ease the symptoms of an illness—gender dysphoria—and I don't see anyone copping shit with depressed people for taking antidepressants. You're not on some random drug, you are specifically on a medication to treat an illness that you have. If people don't like that because of what variant of that illness you have, they can get fucked. They are not worth your time.

You are 100% valid in your experiences and feelings. I'm glad that I can offer a safe space for you to speak about those things.

Also, if I can suggest, it might do you some good to join a club of some kind with a lot of men where you can see masculinity be celebrated in a positive light instead of demonised. I'm not sure if you're into hunting or fishing, but those are my best suggestions. An archery club, a hunting club, a fishing club, etc. Hang out at your local bait shop looking like a sad puppy and some old fart'll find you and invite you fishing.

Chookas, mate. Keep your chin up. You're doing fine.

[reallyromealone]

I AM HERE WITH A REQUEST

OH MY GOD AHAHAHSHHAHSBS

SO I WAA MAD OBESSED WIHT CHIFUYUS CUTE BROTHER READER WITH TOMAN AND LIKE JUST WANTED PART TWO 🤫

LIKE READER AND CHIFUYU ARE OUT AND TOMAN SPOTS THEM AND STUFF AND THEY HANG OUT RIGHT, OFC A LOT OF FLIRTING (like they are so in love 😩)

AND THEN THIS RANDOM GANG COMES AND TRIES TO FLIRT WITH READER WHEN TOMAN IS A LITTLW AWAY AND TOMAN COMES AND BEATS ASS

HOWS MT GIRL LILY

HOW ARE YOU

She's great! Currently tucked into bed sleeping, I'm good you know same old same old, how are you???

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

After the fiasco at Chifuyus house, Toman kept wanting to come back and thank god (name) was in a club so they couldn't just barge in whenever.

The two were currently out shopping for their mom, Chifuyu reading the list and (name) tossing stuff into the cart when Chifuyu heard it.

Mikey.

"God damn it Mikey, you can't take all of the Taiyaki!" Bajis voice barked out and Chifuyu wanted to just go home but from the sound of them, they were by the exit.

Damn it.

"Oh! Here's the--""(name) no!" But Chifuyu was to late to grab his brother as Nahoya caught sight of the pretty man and subsequently all of Toman did "(name)~!" Mikey called out to them and immediately made a bee line to (name) who smiled politely "oh hello again Mikey, how are you?"

Toman felt their hearts melt at the polite and kind man who looked at them kindly "it seems you guys are hanging out, that's nice" he said as he felt Mikey snuggle into him "you should join us!" Baji offered and (name) shook his head "sorry, were currently shopping for our mom, maybe next time!"

Chifuyu felt blessed at his brothers obliviousness until Mitsuya spoke up "let us help!"

"Here let me grab that for you!"

"An angel like you shouldn't carry something so heavy!"

"Popsicles? I can give you something to su--ow fuck!"

Toman was relentless with their flirting, Mikey still flirting in his own way by saying random shit "you have good teeth" or "you take equal steps" as if anyone wa supposed to know what that means.

"Thank you Sanzu but you really don't have to" (name) said as Sanzu took the bags from (name), everyone ignoring Chifuyu who had at least four bags "I insist" Sanzu said taking them from the other.

The group walked back to the siblings house and dropped off the groceries before Toman dragged them out (well they dragged (name) but Chifuyu wasn't about to leave his brother with these bastards) to hang out, the group going to a park.

"Shaved ice!" (Name) said excitedly and Toman was on it, the group arguing on who got to get it as they went over and leaving (name) alone.

"Hey cutie~" a guy said coming up to (name), the teen staring at the other uninterested as to be honest he was kind of oversocialized from his brothers friends "hi..?" He asked confused as the group began trying to chat him up, unphased by the lack of response... completely unaware of the hell they just raised.

That was until Mikey kicked one in the back...then a whole ass brawl started.

(Name) scolded Toman as he patched them up, his brother insisting the idiots do it themselves but (name) just chewed them out as he made sure they weren't bleeding everywhere.

It wasn't until everyone left that (name) got a text from Sanzu "wanna go out?" (Name) read to himself before replying with a simple 'yes' and going to bed.

Toman was going to lose it.

[mggsv]

Dirty Dancing !

P. Seonghwa x f!Black reader || (18+) || reblog if you like!!

warnings: public sex, drunk sex, unprotected sex, reader isn’t wearing any panties, twerking, pink haired seonghwa :), use of pet name (Bunny), Ateez mentioned

How the fuck did you get here?

“Please..”

“Please what? I can’t hear you over the music Bunny.” That nickname. He knew what he was doing. Fuck he was so fucking sexy.

“I want you. Bad- I don’t care who sees just..stick it in yeah? I’m not wearing panties.” But that much Seonghwa knew. A smirk dancing on his pretty plump lips. Long fingers moving to between your legs as he balanced your body, your legs wrapped around his waist while your back pressed up against the wall. Both of you tucked away in a secure corner, only the rest of Ateez being able to view you- and anyone else who could tell who Seonghwa was, his pink hair standing out in the crowd of moving bodies. No one really paid attention to the both of you, having their own festivities.

Your pretty brown lips parted, Seonghwa’s finger taking a dip into your soaking heat. You gasp- his finger teasing your hole. His cock twitching in his suffocating pants, he’s been hard since the moment you told him to hold your waist and not let go on the dance floor.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you all, face to face that is.” A nervous giggle left your lips as the boy group you adored showed you their respect. You understood they were a busy group of people- as were you, schedules never aligned, but it was on your bucket list to meet Ateez.

Being a celebrity yourself, it made being a fangirl even more fun. Being able to meet the people you’ve been a fan of. But here…the club? Your thighs being swallowed by a tiny denim skirt, the only cover being the fishnets you wore underneath. No panties. Your shirt was a denim halter to match your skirt. You were perfect, accessories completing your look, as well as your hair. The eyes on you now, though full of respect, also showed signs of lust.

“Alright, let’s become friends now.” You happily joined their group. They were just sitting around. You always wondered how Idol’s partied. Your mom was an Idol, but she never told much about her crazy life outside of performing. Drink after drink, you somehow ended up in Seonghwa’s lap, shot glass in your hand as he stared at you with low eyes.

“You’re my favorite, don’t tell Hongjoong.” You winked, wiggling around. The man below you chuckling, downing his shot. “I won’t tell, Bunny. It’s..nice to finally meet you, though. I’m a fan of your mother’s too, and watching you become a celebrity as well is so nice. I’ve been saying we should have you help with our choreography one day.” He turns a shade near the color of his hair. Pink. You loved pink haired Seonghwa,

“Hell yeah. I’d definitely do that. You have my number now just call me. I’ll let you know when I’m free.” The buzz, the rush. Everything felt so…good. Being in Seonghwa’s arms. You tuned out everything else. Having such a long conversation with him. It made you feel wonderful- it was your love language after all.

“Let’s dance. I wanna- wanna do something with you hm?” Giggling, you dragged the taller man to the dance floor. You stayed close to the rest of the group though. Hands over your body, you leaned into his touch. Small sounds leaving your lips, he pulled you back into him, sharp eyes never leaving your frame.

Suddenly, a more upbeat song starts playing. The rhythm hooking you immediately. Your hips moved on their own. You looked back at Seonghwa before biting your lip. “If I tell you to hold my hips and not to let go would you?” You made eye contact. Smirk littering his lips, he slowly licks them, nodding at you as you started to grind your ass against his crotch.

He was such a…god, such a man. If anyone saw you, they’d think you were fucking. The way you touched the floor, moving your ass to the best against Seonghwa’s crotch. Each beat you hit perfectly. You almost forgot you weren’t wearing panties, and Seonghwa must’ve caught that. Aside from his hard-on nearly fucking you right then and there, he held you close to him with one hand while the other pulled your skirt back over your ass best he could.

“Just like that?” He groans against your neck. Even in the corner of the room he pulled you so close so that no one could see your body- no one but him. “Like that..please.” You whine, eyes fluttering. He’s so long and thick. Leaking tip playing against your folds. Your clit wet with how much he leaked against you. Your own juices mixing in with his and he hasn’t even stuck it in yet. “Oh god…” You panted. You felt hot. You wanted to take your clothes off- the fabric hot against your skin. You couldn’t, though, and you knew that much. At the pace you were going you wouldn’t want to be in a bedroom. You needed each other now.

“Deep breath for me Bunny.” His voice sounded so thick. The beautiful dip in his brow almost made you cum. The way he watched you breathe in as he started to push his cock through…Your juicy breast rising so slightly, nipple slipping from the tight denim. Your mouth agape, fingers clenching his arms. This was so..nasty. People were around, so many people and yet inch by inch disappeared inside your wet cunt, sucking him in, taking it so well. You whimpered loudly, head falling back against the wall. 14 pairs of eyes watching you both intensely. You were aware, so was Seonghwa.

“You’re so warm inside Bunny. F-Fuck….shit.” a broken moan escaped the man. Even the way he moaned was beautiful. His eyes shut tightly for a second, cock twitching inside of you. Seonghwa felt his hands beginning to sweat. He held your pretty brown legs so securely.

He fucked into you slowly, long cock passing through your walls it was agonizing. So slow that you felt everything, every inch every vein. He looked like he was about to cry from the pleasure. You whimpered his name, breath picking up. “Is this the spot Bunny?” He murmurs softly, cock pressing against your walls. “N-No…” your legs shook, pussy throbbing around his size. He chuckles, lips parting as he moved around. Anxiety crept up your body. Who could see you other than the rest of Ateez? Would someone record and upload it? Both of your careers could end from this very moment.

“Oh!” You gasp, legs tightening around him. Your body jerks. “Right here Bunny?” Seonghwa’s teasing voice made you look up at him. He stared down at you longingly. “Yes- right there.”

“Good. I’m going to speed up now okay?”

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I absolutely enjoyed the pagen mc, but that got me thinking..

If you ever gotten to read a percy jackson book, or one of the hero's of Olympis books then you know of the wide array of demi gods

Now I kinda wanna know what if mc was a demi god/goddess. Luke, not only will it unlesh a whole nother truck load of chaos but it would be kinda sorta absolutely hilarious to see the brothers and dateables react to a mc who is sometimes hunter down by greek and or roman monsters.

Mc  turned out to be a demi-god

I haven't read the books, although I've had them on my to-do list for a long time. But a demi-good Mc... I like it 👀. So here we go.

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Levi was furious, how was it possible that any normie had that ace up his sleeve about TSL? His blood boiled, his demonic form had appeared and without hesitation he pounced on Mc with murderous intentions.

Everything happened very fast, he had heard the voices of Mammon and Lucifer yelling at him to stop. But now... He was on his back against the ground immobilized by his hands and feet with the human on him, their eyes shone like molten iron, full of fire and that's when he knew something was wrong. Mc smiled, the wide eyes of all the demons were looking at them.

"Think better before taking up arms against a child of Ares, god of war"

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Everyone sitting quietly, watching MC, Levi still surprised.

Diavolo: so... You are a demi-god...

Mc: yep

Diavolo: ... Did you know Lucifer?

Lucifer: I don't, that information was not anywhere.

Mc: Well, I love my father, but let's be honest, I'm not very proud of what he's done throughout his life... And I don't think he looks good in society neither... He is a little bitch.

Diavolo: ha ha, same.

Everybody: ...

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Satan: *about to explode with anger*

Mc approaches and carries him while hugging him tightly.

Mc: shhh, calm down, count to 100 buddy.

Satan: *slowly calming down as he revels in the embrace*

Mammon: what has just happened?

Asmo: Well, since Satan got angry because MC didn't want to make a pact with him and discovered that physically he can't hurt them... MC has become his personal security line.

Mammon: wow, unexpected.

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Lucifer: why are you so happy Beel?

Beel: *smiling* mc has promised me that they will join the team

Lucifer:  but that is dangerous for a human.

Beel:  Well, didn't they sweep the floor with you in the incident with the grimoire?

Lucifer: *getting red* right... I have forgotten the demi-God topic....

Beel: it's nice to have a work out partner, I mean if they could defeat you it's impossible for them to tire easily.

Lucifer: stop with that Beel...

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Solomon: If you are the child of Ares, you should know Hercules, right?

Mc: Well, about that, he prefers to be called Heracles, and yes, technically he is my uncle.

Solomon: oh, that’s nice, I met him a long time ago.

Mc: I know, he talks about you sometimes.

Solomon: oh, and what did he say about me?

Mc: that you are a nuisance and a pest of sorcerer

Solomon:...

Mc: You don't have a good reputation among the Olympians, to be honest... or among anyone in general.

Solomon: I can't refute that.

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Belphie: *pinned to the attic floor* humans destroyed my life !!!

Mc: well, welcome to the club, humans destroy everything including our own lives!!!

Belphie: let me go, you human!!!

Mc: you just tried to kill me bitch!!!

With a quick movement Mc carried the demon on their shoulders.

Mc: it's over, you and your brothers are going to fucking therapy.

Belphie: what??!!!

Mc: Trust me, I'm part of the most dramatic family ever, and I know you can figure this out.!!!!

Belphie: the what the fuck human??!!!

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Mc locks the brothers in the catacombs so they can talk, without a therapist, Mc was afraid for his life, so another time. They are in the living room when a familiar voice takes him out of his thoughts.

Ares: So I don't see you for a couple of months and you end up in hell? And not in your great-uncle's domain but in another hell?

Mc: dad... What are you doing here?

Ares: I've been looking for you child, you had me worried.

The god sits next to his child.

Ares: How have you been? are you still fighting?

Mc: yeah I suposse, but no one dares to stand up to me after knowing who my father is .

Ares: well that's good... you've had fun, you've explored... i think it's time you come home

Mc: no, I'm going to stay here and I'm going to finish the exchange year.

Ares: Mc...

Mc: I thought it was strange that nobody knew about gods here, but the truth is that I'm glad, here I'm Mc, not Ares' child... So please I want to stay

Ares: Okey, chicks have to leave the nest sometime... So it's okay, but I have one condition...

Mc: what is it?

Ares: *screaming dramatically* I will not accept that none of those demons put a finger on you!!!

Mc: dad!!!!

Ares: No, I know what you are capable of but they have tried to hurt you!!! *summoning his spear* there won't be one left standing

Mc: dad stop!!!

At that moment Diavolo enters randomly

Diavolo: Don't worry Mr. Ares, here we are not interested in harming MC, actually... Have you thought about a possible union between Devildom and Olympus? You know through marriage.

Ares: ...

Mc: ...

Ares: MUCH LESS AM I GOING TO ALLOW MY BABY TO MARRY ANY OF YOU *summoning his biggest spear* I will not tolerate any biblical creature as a couple for my Mc!!!!!

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Mc: And that's how my father almost declared war to the Devildom

Mammon: well... Lord Diavolo had a point...

Mc: what?

Mammon: nothing!  but what matters is that we have fixed our sibling problems and ya have fixed the problems with your father, everything has been solved !!

Belphie: except now all the demons look at MC with much more respect than any of us .

Asmo: it's normal, it was impressive how you stopped your father.

Beel: Your father loves you so much Mc.

Satan: Well, considering that we found out that in addition to being a Demi God, you have angel blood... I'm not surprised.

Levi: you are like the protagonist of an anime lol.

Lucifer: *sighs* and I thought that this was going to be a quiet year.

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What did I just write??? 😂 😂 I wanted it to be similar to the format of the pagan Mc post, but it has gone more to the AU branch in my opinion... I have chosen Ares because of a myth in which this god defends his daughter after being abused , so I think he would be a good father (for what the Greek gods are)

I hope you liked it even a little, because it is a very good suggestion and it has been fun, thanks @shota-catziwa for your patience, for your suggestion and for reading this far.

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