#but seriously a bigger thank you cannot be said

[moongreenlight]

More childhood best friend!Gaz headcanons because I cannot stop thinking about him

He’s your valentine every single year. Started as his dad trying to teach him proper etiquette when he was young and just never stopped. A bouquet of flowers on your stoop and a cheap card he scratches a note into. Never signs his name. Just ends ‘xx.’

He chaperoned your first real date in high school because your dad paid for his tank of gas. The guy you were keen on never called you back after. It took you until you were seventeen to realize that it was probably because Kyle was sitting on the same side of the booth as you and spoon feeding you bites of dinner.

He also ruined your first real relationship when he beat your boyfriend to asking you to formal (a full two months early). You tried to explain that it didn’t mean anything, but he just couldn’t understand. Kyle said it was for the better while you sobbed into his shoulder. “Tosser can’t cope with the fact he’ll always be second place. Better not to waste your time.”

His basic training was 26 weeks away from home. He went immediately after picking up his diploma. It was the most miserable summer of your entire life. Spent primarily waiting by the mailbox for the postman to deliver your daily letters back and forth. He’s started signing off “Garrick. x.”

Both of your families went to his graduation, but his mother insisted you were the one to tap him out. You barely recognized him, like the summer where his family took a month long vacation and he came back a full four inches taller. He’s bigger now, his shoulders permanently rolled back, but he still carries himself with that same cool ease.

He barely stays long enough to say his hello’s to everyone until he takes you back to the car and lays you out in the backseat. Griping the whole way about how “you’d be in a hurry, too. Couldn’t even get away with a wank in the shower.” And “s’your duty to the country. You wanna thank me for my service, don’t you?” You swear the two of you fit easier six months ago, but now he’s cramped between the seats. Caged in tight. His head bumps the window each time he snaps his hips into you.

You seriously considered moving close to base when you found out he was being permanently relocated after joining the task force, but he wouldn’t hear a word about it.

So you settle on sending each other disposable cameras back and forth. You’ve got a picture of him on a mission in Amsterdam framed up in your hall. He’s got a cigarette hanging out of his big, toothy smile, posing like an overexcited tourist in front of a lingerie shop with a display window that made your ears hot when you first saw it.

He called you a few days after his incident with the helo in Urzikstan. Boasted his adventure with only a whispering tremble on the soft underside of his tough facade. Carried on until you wretched dryly into the receiver. Working yourself up into sick with worry even though he promised he was fine, just sticking to the ground for a bit.

Even though you’re seeing him less nowadays, he’s still somehow coming between you and any romantic pursuits you make. You chalk it up to coincidence most of the time, but a blind eye can only be turned so far.

He seems to have a sixth sense for when you’re on a date or a one night stand. Sending texts and pictures that could be misconstrued as flirty to someone who didn’t know the dynamic at just the wrong moment every time. And there was the one time where he sent flowers to your desk at work just a few days after you’d said something about a coworker getting sweet on you.

It happened so often that you eventually decided that the dating scene just wasn’t for you. Resigned to focus on work and friends. Adopting a new mantra of “if it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

You’ve got no idea why Kyle is so pleased to hear about the conclusion you’ve come to. Or why he’s suddenly coming back home for a few weeks.

[churipu]

HAIIII IPIN !!!!!!! can i request gojo, geto, and nanami (separate) having a gf that's really optimistic? just someone who sees the good in everything and anything, and positive at all times! thank SOOOO much !!!!

JJK MEN + OPTIMISTIC GIRLFRIEND

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento x fem! reader

warning. people being mean to u >:(

note. HAIIII ANONN!!! i love this request bcs sometimes i read books, mangas, watch movies, you name 'em and see a certain character having the most positive mindset and i just go must protecc >:( anyways, thank you anon for requesting just after i opened the request box, istg i love all your ideas so much it makes me feel full <;33

GOJO SATORU. absolutely hates the way you try to see the good in people — specifically people who have hurt your feelings in the past. he just wonders what goes on in your mind to just forgive and forget everyone who has wronged you.

you did. but not him.

"baby, that guy called you names when you were in high school!" gojo whines, laying down on the bed, draping an arm over your torso, "why are you still willing to meet him?"

"satoru, he said he was sorry!" you smiled at him, tracing his features softly — the male grumbled but leaned into your touch, "and plus it's not nice to hold grudges, it's been what? how many years?"

a loud whine escapes his throat as he pulled you close, "it doesn't matter how many years it has been, he still hurt your feelings. and nobody does that to my baby," he said, miffed.

you couldn't help but to chuckle, "well, you are coming along, so i have nothing to worry about."

the male grins, "damn right i am coming, he better sleep with one eye open starting from now," gojo threatens.

gojo just cannot wrap his head around your concept of "forgive-and-forget" because you never hold grudges, you forget everything and still talk to people who've wronged you, and you still have the heart to accept them.

as much as people say "forgive and forget", they end up at least holding the tiniest bit of grudge — or even a bigger grudge, right? but you? you don't. you actually forgive and forget.

well — thankfully, not him. he takes his job to protect you seriously, from any kind of harm, including monsters (people who were mean to you) both in the past, present, and possibly the future.

"baby, can you stop hanging out with that one girl? the one who always wears the purple colored eye-shadow?" he asks you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"hm? why?"

"i don't like the vibe she gives out. it's giving...well...cruella de vil." he murmurs into your neck, nuzzling his nose in content as you went on with your skincare routine.

"satoru," you mumbled, "you can't just judge her by her vibes."

he groans, "but baby, i swear i could just feel it! she's evil," he whispers in your ear.

"satoru."

"okay, fine. just tell me if she does anything to you, i'll give her a piece of my mind (hollow purple)." he mutters out, pouting and upset as you brushed his speculations off.

GETO SUGURU. he loves it and hates it at the same time. geto loves how positive you are against the world — and what more does he need, really? it's you and him against the world at this point, although he feels like he doesn't contribute much to your positive energy (that's what he thinks).

geto thinks of himself as a pretty negative person. and you know. the both of you had a lot of deep talks about everything, including what you both had in mind. and honestly, geto wasn't surprised if he hears you talking about how your life was going smoothly; and his was just a contradiction to what you have.

it's life, people come and go. but geto seemed skeptical of that term, why couldn't people come and stay? he finds it hard to believe that you could be the one leaving him at anytime of the day, and the thought just terrifies the male.

the death of amanai put a hole in his mind that couldn't be closed off, and it fucking scarred him. but you were there for him, you didn't sugar coat words or tell him white lies — you tell him everything, straight to his face, and your choices of words made him feel loved. what else could he ask for?

"'m sorry," he mutters into your shoulder, and his voice comes out a bit muffled.

you brushed his nape gently, "it's alright sugu, you know you don't have to apologize for being sad, right?" you tell him, pressing a kiss onto the side of his head, "it's okay to be a little sad."

sometimes he asks himself if he really deserved you or not. but at the end of the day; you always convince him that he deserved it.

geto hates your optimism sometimes because he watches people trample over you and you brush them off with a smile, it makes him feel angry. he asks himself why you were doing this to yourself? believe me when he tried asking you to try talking back, or putting up a fight.

"angel, you know it makes me kind of sad that you'd let people talk to you that way," he said to you, grazing his finger over your cheek gently.

you shot him a gentle smile, "'ts okay sugu, what good do i get from arguing back to them, really?"

he just pulls you into his embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, saying nothing. god, he just wanted to protect you from the world — why does everyone have to be so fucking mean to you?

"will you be mad if i tell them off for you?" he asks

"depends on your methods, tell me about it."

"threatening them. if it doesn't work, violence." he mutters out briefly.

"sugu, no."

NANAMI KENTO. he doesn't mind it, he finds you endearing, really. a cat getting hurt? he'll accompany you to the vet with it. or a child crying because of a fall? he'll watch you help them without any single thoughts behind.

he just loves how selfless you are. nanami once read a quote, "when given the choice between being right or being kind, choose kind." and every time he sees a selfless act from you — he just kinds of chanted it in his mind, and tell you what, nanami is such a proud boyfriend.

nanami loves how you see the good in everything, a person spilled their food on you? you tell them mistakes happen. a person bumping into you and then blaming you for it? you tell them you're sorry and thought that maybe they just had a really bad day.

but sometimes he couldn't help but to worry over you — someone so positive, bubbly, and optimistic around people who (probably) have disgusting minds. when he's not around to keep an eye on you, he just worries that someone might took advantage of your kindness and throw it out the window.

and he wouldn't be there to stop it from happening.

"ken, i'm going to go out for a hang out. it's fine, i've got my friends with me!" god, the jitters that he gets whenever you mention your friends — he was never really fond of the friends you have now, especially since they were trying hard to earn his attention. he knows they were just using you.

the texts they sent to him behind your back, the shit-talking about you, and everything else. god, he wanted to tell you about it; but he just didn't have the heart to, because he knows it will break your heart.

although nanami told them off quite rudely, defending you — it baffled him to how they still try to hang out with you with no shame after. and he tried telling you about how he doesn't like them, but you tell him it was fine.

"may i come along then?" just the thought of leaving you alone with those people pisses him off to the core, if he can't stop you from being friends with them — he will be with you.

when you agreed, he made it his job to expose them as nicely as he could. and he succeeded, oh the ecstasy he felt when you finally told them you didn't feel like hanging out with them anymore.

(and he ended up showing you the texts).

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 8 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unprotected p in v, obligatory breeding kink, pregnancy, Reader has a baby bump, we're basically extra horny for Eddie thanks to second-trimester hormones

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit to @saradika

August 1999

“I’ll have…” Harris Munson peers over the Scoops Ahoy counter, nose almost pressed against the glass, “…a scoop of mint chocolate chip with strawberry sauce and…mini marshmallows. Please,” he adds with an enthusiastic smile. 

Eddie contorts his face into a disgusted expression. “Seriously, Har?” He turns to you with the expectation that you’ll back him up like you usually do when Harris tries experimenting with weird ice cream concoctions. 

“Actually,” you muse, grinning down at Harris and absentmindedly resting your hands on your bump, “that doesn’t sound half bad. I think I’ll do the same.”

“Absolutely not,” Eddie interjects, shaking his head in disappointment and disbelief. “No way. You don’t even like mint ice cream; you said it reminds you of toothpaste.”

“I know,” you shrug, digging your wallet from your bag and fishing out some cash, “but the baby thinks it’s delicious.”

He rubs his thumb and forefinger over his eyelids. “Christ. And what about the strawberry sauce and marshmallows? Does the baby want those, too?”

You huff out an exasperated sigh, cocking a brow in a feeble attempt at intimidation. “Are you telling your pregnant wife what she can and cannot eat?” 

“Yeah!” Harris glances up at his dad. “She can eat whatever Baby Brother wants her to eat.”

“Fine, fine,” Eddie takes his cup of Rocky Road from the poor cashier forced to listen to this banter. “But if anyone asks, I don’t know either of you.” His brown doe eyes shift back and forth between you and Harris. 

You pay the cashier and hand Harris his ice cream before collecting your own. Magenta syrup drips down the bright green scoop, tiny marshmallows cascading downwards in a sugary avalanche. You sink your spoon into it and take a bite, savoring the flavors that shouldn’t complement each other, but pregnancy cravings have eschewed all logic and reason. 

“So, Mr. Almost Second-Grader,” you say to Harris, who seems to be enjoying his Franken-Dessert as much as you are, “are you excited for school to start in a few weeks?”

Harris shoots you the same grimace that Eddie gave him when he’d placed his ice cream order. “Nah, I don’t like homework. And this year, we gotta learn how to do adding and subtracting with even bigger numbers.”

“Yeah, but we’ve been practicing with flashcards all summer,” you remind him, pushing a napkin in his direction so he can wipe his face. “You’re super prepared.”

“I guess.” 

He still doesn’t seem too excited, so you try another tactic. “And you, Joshua, and Charlie are in the same class again this year.”

His eyes light up at this. “Oh, yeah!” He leans into his ice cream and attempts to lick up a marshmallow with only his tongue, sending it careening across the table and plopping onto the tile floor unceremoniously.

“God help that teacher,” Eddie mutters under his breath, sparkling eyes meeting yours for just a moment, but it’s enough to send a shiver of delight down your spine that is wholly unrelated to the frozen dessert you’re devouring.

You and Eddie curl up on the couch later that evening, clicking the remote’s channel button until you land on a rerun of something you can both agree on. Harris’s input is null and void; he’s tucked into bed after experiencing the sugar rush–and crash–of a lifetime.

Eddie stretches, draping one arm over your shoulders, his fingertips grazing the swell of your right breast. It may be accidental, but there’s no denying the way your nipple hardens at the slight touch, especially through your thin pajama top. There’s no time for a smirk to even grace his lips before your legs are straddling his waist haphazardly, your bump making it an increasingly difficult task.

“Sh-Shit,” Eddie mumbles in between the frantic kisses you press to his lips. His hands find purchase in the flesh of your ass, squeezing reflexively. “What’s all this about, Sweetheart?”

You suck on his neck, tasting the musky remnants of his aftershave. “Need you, fuck, need you so bad.” Your hips roll against him, creating a delectable friction that sends a surge of wetness into your panties.

“Better move this into the bedroom, then.”

You assume the same position once your bodies hit the bed, pulling your tank top above your head. Eddie’s gaze lands on your bump first, his palms drawn to it like magnets. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he says breathlessly, his thumbs traveling upwards to brush over your pebbled nipples. “I mean, I thought you were drop-dead gorgeous when we met, but now–”

“Less talking, more sex.” You nearly tear off his boxers, a sticky trail of pre-cum connecting him to the cotton fabric. He hisses as you grab his half-hard cock, spitting directly onto the tip and sliding your fist up and down the shaft. “Just wanna ride you.”

“Shit, okay.” Eddie laughs, pushing himself onto the pillows and tucking his hands behind his head. “All yours, Sweetheart.”

You adjust your body so you can easily sink onto him, letting him stretch you while you stifle a moan. Grabbing onto his waist, you brace yourself and slowly grind against him.

“Thassit, sweet girl.” He bites his lower lip with his top teeth, eyes rolling back as you find your pacing. He clutches your thighs, giving you the stability you need to ride him. His pelvis rises as his hips buck up with lazy thrusts. “Mmf, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Pussy was made f’me, wasn’t it?”

“Mhm.” The two syllables are all you can manage, filled with love and lust and Eddie. You want to continue in this position, but pregnancy restricts your movement and your stamina, and you know you both need more. “Can…can you…?”

Eddie grins, nodding his head and keeping a firm grasp on your upper legs. “I got you, babe. Don’t worry.” He holds you so your core remains pressed to his, snapping into you. “Always gonna take care of my girl,” he growls, accentuating each word. “Your tits have never looked better, holy hell.”

“Eddie…Eddie,” you pant, clenching around him needily. Your middle finger circles your clit, and the orgasm you’ve been chasing finally comes to fruition. Pleasure blooms in your lower belly as you continue to cry out his name. You’ve never finished this quickly before, and it takes you both by surprise. 

“Goddamn,” Eddie murmurs. “These hormones got you really sensitive, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“You like it though.” It’s a statement, not a question, but you nod regardless. “Maybe I should keep you pregnant so you always feel this good. Is that what you want?”

Words escape you momentarily, but once you find them, you vehemently agree. “Y-Yes, God, yes.”

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” His own grunts morph into whimpers as he spills within you, pistoning harshly to milk every last drop. Sweat beads on his forehead. “Sweetheart, that was…holy shit.” He whines when you pull yourself off of him, but you muffle it with a kiss. The plushness of his lips stir another fire inside you, and your fingers begin another descent through his coarse pubic hair to his softening length. “H-Honey, what are you—”

“Round two,” you exhale, already rubbing yourself against his thigh, desperate for stimulation. “Please, baby? How else are you gonna keep me pregnant?”

Eddie’s whole body freezes at this, a smile splitting his face. “Well, when you put it that way, how could I ever resist?” 

--

[bigbawdy-benzz]

SUPER SHY 2.0

Pairing: Miles 42! X Shy Black Plus Size Fem Reader

Tags: @idkmistake @aaliyahwalkshere @mama-2001

Summary: Y/N has finally been noticed by Miles, you already had Miles heart now you have it even more now that you two are bonding getting to know each other.

A/N: I'm glad you guys loved the other one so much!! So here's pt.2 a day later I hope you guys love this one as well!! ENJOYYYYY as the author I was giggling and kicking my feet rooting for y’all. Btw if you didn’t read Pt.1 go read it before this one!! pt3

“I'm Y/N thank you so much”. You say taking your books trying to hide your smile.

“No problem Y/N also I like your shoes” Miles stated with a smile, you looked down at your shoes then looked at his smiling even wider looking back up at him.

“Thank you we’re matching” Y/N replied. Miles looked at his shoes smirking looking at Y/N

“Coincidence” He said swiftly walking away with his friends. You were hooping and hollering in your head trying not to scream.

“GIRLLLLLLLLL” Aaliyah shouted.

“Damn that was a very intense moment” Ocean states with her eyes widened looking at You.

“That's your man cannot convince me ANY less” Aaliyah exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

“Seriously did you see the way he LOOKED at you when y’all were talking AND the mamita that's all yours Y/N”. Ocean added to Aaliyah’s statement

“PLS don’t add on to my delusions, let's get to class” You stated before, y'all were late to class. You and your friends contained yourselves going to your math class. You couldn’t concentrate on anything but Miles was running through your mind it was hard to pull yourself together. Your friends noticed laughing quietly. You looked at them with a smile, you went on your phone to distract yourself seeing the following icon pop up on instagram, you clicked it seeing ‘therealmilesgmorales’ has followed you. Your eyes light up showing your friends your phone.

“Ohhhh mmmmm ggggggg” Aaliyah whispered.

“You better get on that luv cause that's officially your man he followed you” Ocean stated smirking at You.

“Real delulu screaming out my man” You sang causing you and your friends to giggle, in your peripheral vision your teacher eyed yall.You guys immediately started doing your work praying the bell rings soon. You went back to daydreaming with the biggest smile on your face, you heard the bell ring grabbing your things exiting the class room with your friends. The rest of the school day went by smoothly, you saw Miles in the hallway shooting him smiles and he smiled right back at you. The end of the day approached and you were about to leave with your friends.

“Hey Mamita” Miles said approaching you, you were smiling from ear to ear.

“Hi Miles” You said shyly.

“Is it okay if I walk you home?”. Miles asked, You looked at your friends and then back at Miles they nodded their heads at you.

“Yes of course” You replied.

“BYEEE Y/N WE LOVE YOU” Aaliyah shouted

“BE SAFE BOOKIE” Ocean Shouted as well as you were leaving with Miles.The walk was dead silent for 5 minutes because you were too shy to say anything, Miles picked up on this smiling at you.

“What you listening to?” Miles asks

“I'm listening to Best I ever had by Drake” You reply

“That's my shiiit play it I wanna listen”. He says you take your airpod out blasting the song. Miles starts singing, you look at him chuckling joining him cause fuck it.

“Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't ever on it I want this forever, I swear, I can spend whatever on it” The both of you sing laughing having a good time walking home. You were smiling the whole walk, Miles started dancing while walking making you laugh.

“AYEEEE” you shouted hyping him up, you appreciated how he made you feel comfortable by doing simple things. Quite frankly Miles did not give a damn about how he might have looked crazy; it made you feel comfortable enough to sing at the top of your lungs with him.

“Who else you listen to ma?” Miles asks with a smile, seeing you smile

“I listen to Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator, Steve lacy, Shreea Kaul, the list goes on”. You reply smiling from ear to ear.

“I like Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator,Steve Lacy, I have to listen to Shreea Kaul. We gotta get together, do nothing and listen to music you a Vibe” Miles stated, looking at you with the cutest smile on your face.

“Tienes una hermosa sonrisa” Miles said, making you want to fall to your knees, the way it rippled off his tongue, the way his voice sounded it tingled you just right. (You have a beautiful smile)

“Thank you Miles” You said shyly, Miles chuckled.

“You gettin shy on me Mamita?”. He says confidently being a tease, the way everything rolled off his tongue did something to you.

“Noo of course not”. You say looking away from Miles.

“Awe it’s okay, I have a question for you”. Miles expressed

“What's your question?” You ask while still looking away from him, he brought his hand to your chin turning your head to look at him, you were flustered trying not to blush.

“Can I take you out Tomorrow?” He asks, caressing your cheek with his thumb, you fall into his touch looking at him.

“Yes you can take me out” You say receiving a smile from Miles, he wanted to kiss you right then and there but it was too soon way too soon. He stopped touching your face realizing you’ve made home.

“Don’t worry about where we are going, I'm going to figure it out,it's going to be a surprise just show up looking pretty I'm going to show you how pretty girls are treated”. Miles stated looking you in the eyes.

Stay tuned for pt 3!!!

[verysanebsdfan]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟹: ʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ sɪɢɴᴀʟ

The Perfect Equation: Raise the smoke signal

Ishigami Senku x fem!reader

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I was awoken by a loud explosion. Ah- It is good I'm already awake, but I should go and check it out. You know, I might find something useful. I stretch and climb down from my small treehouse. I grabbed some berries I had collected the day before and set off.

I see a smoke signal coming from a few kilometers away. It does not look man-made. Aw man.

As I walk, a series of a few more explosions is heard. I would suspect it was a forecast for a bigger explosion or a volcanic activity, however, the explosion came from one place, not a few places remote or close together.

I climb a steep hill and look around, seeing the place of the explosion. It was on a cliffside of a sort. The thing I saw, however, shocked me. A tall man with long hair just slashed off a girl's hair, and not in a nice fashion. I run closer, as quietly as possible, and hide behind a boulder. I am sure. That is Yuzuriha, and on a lower ground beneath them was Senku. I could make out most parts of their not-so-friendly conversation now.

"The revival fluid..." Starts Senku, "Is a solution of nitric acid and alcohol." He continues, making Yuzuriha yelp in surprise, clearly worried. Will something bad happen if he tells the man? I sure hope not. "After filtering the miracle fluid from the cave...mix it with nearly pure 96 percent distilled alcohol." Senku again continues. "I sure wonder if the man actually understands what he is saying because it takes me a lot to process it..." I think as I take notes on the soft ground beneath me

"Three parts miracle fluid to seven parts alcohol," Senku tells. "The reaction won't occur if you're even a tiny bit off. You can adjust the proportions while testing on petrified swallow's feather." Senku apparently finishes since the man thanks him. Then the said man pushes Yuzuriha away and speaks: "Now...I have no reason to let you live."

I went pale and almost gasped out loud; luckily, I covered my mouth. I feel the need to jump in and beat up the guy who is currently threatening one of my dearest friends, but I cannot do that; it would endanger me, Yuzuriha, and Senku. Well, it's not like they're currently safe, but... "The man is right. Senku would definitely go on to develop civilization. But isn't that good?! Is he stupid? Or is he some crazed idealist? Even a group of three people can easily start a civilization! So what is he on about? Does he mean modern civilization?"

..."Do that, Senku, and I won't have to kill you!" The tall man says, and I frown. Is that seriously the only deal he could think of? Couldn't he maybe like force Senku to work for him to create the good civilization he wishes to have? Well, that probably wouldn't work either. "I bet Senku would not let himself get killed before he goes to space." I think and nod my head.

"Senku. I won't kill you if I don't have to." The man lowers his head and speaks. "So swear to me, here and now. Swear that you'll give up on science." He tells him. Un-negotiable. "That's the only thing... I could never do. When (Name) would find out, she'd have my head," he says, and I nod. "You bet I would." I think and snicker. "She would probably be all like: 'Senku, how could you! You won't be able to go to space now! So what did I study all this complicated rocketry stuff for?!' or something like that." He says with a smirk. However, I can see the clear melancholy in his eyes.

"Right. I knew that'd be your answer," the man said with a small, sad-ish smile. "Seriously, I am going to punch him if he kills Senku."

"Heh heh he... Don't gimme that crap. No matter what I said... You would've killed me someday. Just in case." Senku smirks and cracks his neck. "Try to finish me in one hit, 'kay? It wouldn't be logical to have blood gushing everywhere." He says- and my breath hitches. Is he really going to die?

The tall me responds to that with a little bit of gentleness in his voice, "Don't worry. I'll snap your cervical plexus in one blow." As I hear that, my hands start to shake, and my vision slightly blurs. "Is he really going to...?" "You'll lose consciousness and die instantly. I won't make you suffer. And I won't miss."

The man goes on about what-ifs, like if they met before the certification. "If we had only met...3700 years sooner..." is what I heard. It has really been that long, huh? Of course, I kind of expected that maybe a millennium passed, but almost four? "You just might've been my first friend." The tall man finishes. "Maybe," Whispers Senku, and then falls to the ground. Dead.

・・・・・

"I'm going to space!" My classmate declared, and my eyes sparkled. "Ooh, so cool!!" I beam, my eyes sparkling as I look at him from my seat. "An astronaut, then! A wonderful dream to pursue when you're all grown up." Our teacher said, and both my classmate and I frowned a little. "No. Much sooner than that." With that statement, the classroom gets filled with endless chatter, most of our peers seeming doubtful. Did they already get infected with adult-like seriousness? What a drag.

After class, we all pack up our stuff and get ready to leave, and that is when I approach him. "Hello... uhm- I'm (Last Name) (Name)... I think you're really cool!! For wanting to go to space and all!" I say in a shy tone, to which he shrugs. "Cool or not, I don't even know the first thing about science. Yet! I'm Senku Ishigami."

And that is how we became friends. We spent countless hours huddled in the library together, reading research materials and science books. Later on, we started doing experiments together. Whether it was using the science equipment Senku's father got him for Christmas or my parent's equipment. Since we mentioned them, I should add that they were over the moon that I am interested in the same things as them: science.

Then, in middle school, Senku's dream partially came true.

"Senku!! (Name)!! You said we could load this thing with some light cargo, right? I asked Yuzuriha Ogawa from the arts and crafts club, and she made these four little passengers for us!" Taiju burst into the school laboratory. It could easily be classified as a habit of his. Quite an annoying one at that, I'm not gonna lie.

"I know, it's a little embarrassing that I'm into doll making. What's all this for, anyway??" Yuzuriha asked while smiling nervously, she was clearly shy. Whether it was because of some random chemical reaction inside her body or because she did not like how the dolls looked- which, might I add, they look absolutely adorable. I wouldn't know why.

I smirk proudly. "We are sending them off to space!!" I proudly declare and gently put the dolls inside my bag. "Come with us!! If you have time, that is." Before I close my bag, my eyes linger on the Senku doll. It looks adorable. The face is quite accurate, too. Grumpy yet soft eyes, aww. And my doll is really cute too!!

We set off on our journey to the empty place where we make our rockets take off. Senku opens up the 'cockpit' and Yuzuriha places the dolls in.

"Oh, oh, count down!!" I cheerfully declare. "Ten," I clasp my hands at my chest from nervousness, "Nine," I take a deep breath, "Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," I release the nervous breath I was holding in, "Zero," Senku says and pushes the start button. The rocket takes off. It looks good, albeit a few hundred meters above the ground, it did seem kind of shaky, in the end, it did get out of the earth's atmosphere. Until it blew up, that is.

"Blew up in the sky..." Senku and I pout simultaneously. "Another failure?!!" Taiju frustratedly scratches his head.

"Heh heh heh... Not exactly. I only got one transmission, but it's a good one." Senku says as he glances at his laptop, smirking proudly. The transmission we got was of the three plushies, excluding mine, in space. "Aw shucks, I'm not there." I pout.

"Do not worry, (Name), I am sure you are!! Just not in the shot!!" Taiju says as he looks at me with hopeful eyes, to which I smile. "Yeah...And even if I blew up, too, it's okay. I do not plan on going to space anyway; I'd much rather moderate it from some office...or make calculations."

As I said that, Senku patted my head. "Good job, (Name)." I tilt my head. "I didn't do as much as you." To which he shakes his head and chuckles. "Stop saying that. You are great." And I smile at that. "It's okay if it blew up. We are one step closer to achieving our dreams, and perfection is the minimum requirement, apparently."

・・・・・

Senku's body drops to the ground with a thud. I try to think rationally, try to not get my mind clouded with emotion. But who am I to lie? My eyes are full of waterfalls, and small sobs leave my mouth. I cannot get caught by the man, but I don't wanna leave Yuzuriha and Taiju alone with him. The man seems really capable, could he have a lot of experience? It's very likely. I can stand as the only line of defense for them. Of course, I'd be no match for him, especially in this emotionally wrecked state, but it could throw him off, another human being alive, I mean.

"Senku!! Come on, man. Talk to me... Say something, please!!" Taiju, who came from the opposite direction of me, or at least I think, yelled, sobbing. He looked like a mess. Well, I probably do, too. "This can't be happening." He sobs louder, "Senku, you can't... not here. You can't seriously die on me like this!" Taiju yells, a voice full of agony. In both Yuzuriha's and Taiju's voices, it was clear. They were broken. Emotionally.

"He felt no pain. And I trust that you, as his friends...will give him a proper burial." The man says, his back already turned away from them. "I will give you a burial soon for what you've done." That is what I would've said and done if I was a main character in a shounen manga, which I am not, because I stayed behind the boulder, sobbing. My legs felt weak, and I could barely breathe.

I am in a panic mode, kind of. I barely notice Taiju picking up a huge boulder and throwing it way above the man. I also did not notice Yuzuriha throwing a bottle with some black powder at the man. What I do notice, however, is an incredibly loud explosion. It pulls me out of my trance. I do not want Senku's body to get damaged. Burial is one thing. The other is that I know for sure that he would not sacrifice himself like that. He would search for a way for all of them to get out.

When the smoke lifts, I see that Taiju and Yuzuriha ran away; that is the good course of action. They took Senku's body along with them.

"I should follow them- or not! What if the man follows me too? I will give them time and then find them." I think, luckily, my mind kind of cleared, for now at least.

・・・・・

"It's a psychology test. Imagine there's a terrible accident: You can only save yourself, your friend, or your significant other. Which do you choose?" Our clubmate read from his book, Magic Psychology by Asagiri Gen. I quite liked the man. His shows were entertaining, and so were his books, albeit a bit cringy or illogical sometimes.

"I'd have a hard time picking between my friend or my boyfriend..." Yuzuriha voices out how she feels, to which the club mate retorts, "You'd pick yourself in the moment, right?"

"There's no good choice. Kind of a nasty quiz, don'tcha think?!" Taiju yells out.

"I think it depends on the situation. Probably the one who would be the most logical choice at the moment. If it was some post-apocalyptic scenario, I'd choose the one with the highest odds of survival...If it was a hostage situation, for example... I'd do anything to save both my friend and my significant other, even myself if possible." I voice out my opinion, maybe over-explaining a little, but in this case, it would be easy to misunderstand, so...

"All of us," Senku says while nodding from further away, staring at the test tube in his hand. "From the very start... I'd find a way to save everyone!"

"Ohh, that's the sort of answer we'd expect from the science club president." The guy holding the book says, to which Taiju quite loudly reacts, "Wait, that's an option? I pick that one too, then!" Taiju yells out, "Of course, it could be an option, Taiju. Remember when we watched Hunter x Hunter? There was a similar question when they were trying to get to the Hunter exam. The real question here, however, would be whether you can save them or not."

"Anyway, what this test really reveals is who the most important person to you is." The guy says.

"Well, that's ten billion percent obvious! What garbage dump did you find that book in?!" Senku says, quite annoyed.

"I have to admit, it is one of the worse ones...I read all of them after all." I say with a smirk, to which Senku sighs.

・・・・・

That memory did resurface in my mind, reassuring me that Senku would be all alright. I slowly stood myself up and sneaked away, in the opposite direction the man was going, and then connected to the route where my friends ran off to. After running, I finally see them. It is a little difficult because of the rain, but I can manage.

Should I approach them? Wouldn't it make their shock level so high they'd pass out? Probably not, but still...I need to see if Senku is really dead. I hope he is not. But he did get hit in his cervical nerve, so the chances are small, but with him? Never zero.

I am now close enough to hear their conversation. "Right on his neck is a little bit of stone," Taiju says, and my eyes widen. Could it be why he wanted Tsukasa to hit him in his neck?

"Taiju! Here's the revival fluid!" Yuzuriha says and throws it to Taiju, who pours it on Senku's Neck carefully. The stone falls off. Did it do something, though?

"The petrified part's gone!!" Yuzuriha yells, "So maybe..."

"Wake up!" Taiju yells even louder, to which I just silently hope that the guy who killed Senku did not hear. "I knew it, I knew you weren't gonna leave us like this! What would be even tell (Name) if you did!!" Taiju yells, and I smile. It is true, they don't know about me yet, they don't know that I saw it. "Senku, you're humanity and civilization's shining star of hope!!" Taiju cries out, with big fat tears continuously coming out of his brown eyes. "Please!! Come back to us! Open your eyes! Senku!!"

Suddenly, the rain stopped, which meant we no longer had any camouflage from the man. I, unlike Yuzuriha and Taiju, see Senku getting up, a soft sob leaves my throat. "He really is..."

"The thunderstorm was helping mask our voices. We better keep it down now. If Tsukasa hears us, it's game over." Senku says with a smug smirk. Luckily, I am in a good place, so I can see his handsome face. Wait! What did I just think about?

As Senku reminds the pair that they are not invisible anymore, they panic and look around until they realize who spoke. That's right. He was awake now. Awake and alright. "Heh heh heh...Nice job, noticing my neck like that, despite only having a crappy hint to help you..." He says as he cracks his neck again, for dramatic effect, I suppose. "Taiju, Yuzuriha, ten billion points for the two of you!"

"Sen-" the pair completes each other "-ku" and then Taiju rushes towards his best friend, giving him a bone-crushing hug while crying his eyes off.

"At least the other guy only tried cracking my spine and not my whole body. Get off me!!" Senku scolds him while pushing him off. "I'm sure you know that I'm not one for a teary thank-you, so don't expect one." He says, smiling quite fondly.

"Right, Welcome back... Senku!" Yuzuriha says through her tears, this time with happiness.

"Now tell me, were you aware of the person following you?" Senku asks with a serious tone. I pale and look around rapidly. No one I see? "What is he talking about?" I wonder, only until he purposely makes eye contact with me. I see what he meant now.

"Come out, (Name)," He calls out, making the other two turn around to face me too. 

[qqueenofhades]

-Quickly skitters into the inbox, with a boom box and an increasingly bass boosted version-

🎶I PUT MY HANDS UP THEY’RE PLAYING MY SONG THE BUTTERFLIES FLY AWAY-🎶

- Party In The USA anon, on the recent glorious news

Look. LOOK. I know we've had technically bigger fish, but the Georgia case is a Big Fucking Deal. Because:

It is a MAJOR indictment both in terms of scope and seriousness of charges. Not just Trump, but *eighteen* of his allies and cronies got charged with RICO (anti-racketeering, often used against mob bosses) felonies, including Rudy Giuliani (I repeat, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA), Jeff Clark, Mark Meadows, and other high-profile Trumpworld enablers

No Lindsey Graham (at least yet) but I guess we can't have everything

It encompasses both in Georgia and other states where Trump illegally tried to alter election results (Michigan, Arizona, and Pennsylvania), as those activities related to a conspiracy centered on Georgia/Fulton County

This is the big whopper: TRUMP CANNOT CANCEL THIS INVESTIGATION EVEN IF HE GETS RE-ELECTED. He can shut down the federal Special Counsel investigations run through the DoJ, but this? Bupkis. And Georgia governor Brian Kemp, another of the Republicans who dutifully continues to defend Trump even as Trump slanders him up and down, CAN'T PARDON HIM.

That drives the Republicans NUTS. So nuts that they were, you guessed it, already on Faux News whining about how they should make Georgia change that law.

Boo-fucking-hoo, you absolute fucking wankers.

Also: we need to remember that Trump rose to political prominence by being wildly racist and xenophobic about America's first Black president. He has coddled and exalted white supremacists and white supremacist rhetoric at every turn, it has been the central defining feature of his campaign, and his election subversion efforts were chiefly aimed at canceling the votes of heavily Black cities (Atlanta, Philly, Detroit, etc.)

Trump also won in 2016 thanks to the Electoral College, itself designed as an element of structural racism, by defeating probably the most qualified and beyond any doubt most historic candidate there has ever been, after it was revealed that he was a serial sexual assaulter and after he screamed for months about LOCK HER UP (every Republican accusation is a confession, etc)

All that said, with Trump's vile, derogatory bile spewed at everyone, but especially a) Black people, b) women, and c) powerful Black women, it is a Big Fucking Deal that a powerful Black woman, aka his worst nightmare, pulled this trigger on him.

Don't get me wrong. I deeply appreciate me some Jack Smith. But he is also a white male special counsel appointed by the Department of Justice, and who used to work for the Hague prosecuting war crimes (true story). It's in his brief to do this.

Fani Willis is a county district attorney AND a Black woman, as Trump's nonstop shitgibbering on Truth Social just can't help himself from pointing out. This kind of sprawling, country-wide investigation against a wildly corrupt ex-president and his cohort of equally corrupt cronies is not something she is, in the normal course of things, ever expected to do, but she did it.

NINETEEN DEFENDANTS, Y'ALL. Including Trump. On 41 different charges. That's a hell of an indictment, and she knows it puts a target on her back, while (as noted) she doesn't have the resources and protections of the federal government/DOJ to do it.

Let's hear it for Fani Willis (and Judge Chutkan, who informed Trump the other day the more he runs his mouth, the faster she will proceed to trial) y'all.

Black Women Get Shit Done.

[lunaroserites]

Art and Ice - Doodle

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: MC asks Bucky to be her focus on her project.

This might a 2 or 3 parter (it's gonna be more because cannot help myself). College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that trope and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Bucky is a playboy. Fighting.

Word Court: 2770

Likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!

Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, without my express permission, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3

Catch up here: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 ❤️

“You think I can just say fuck it and drop out?” The words tumbled out of your mouth quickly as you walked with Nat toward the arena. Practice was in the afternoon today because there was a game tonight. According to Nat our rival team would be here later to do some warm up before the game tonight. 

“Seriously?” She raised a manicured brow at you. 

“Maybe Pietro was right. I should be a drama major,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. You knew you were being over dramatic about the ordeal, but Barnes was an egotistical jerk and he was going to make this project hell. Was that a pessimistic take on it? Maybe. Were you wrong? Probably not. 

You pulled your school hoodie tighter, winter's grasp was holding on tight this year. The wind nipped at your nose and cheeks as you both made your way into the arena. Once inside the main doors heat blasted at you, you rubbed your arms with your hands and looked at Nat who was doing the same. 

“You are dramatic. But it’s gonna be fine,” her confidence almost made you believe her. Originally you were just going to wait and ask him outside the arena, in hopes maybe his cocky, surefire attitude would be on the back burner. But Nat said practice was amping up now as the season drew closer to playoffs and the team would be traveling a lot more. Nat led us to our seats next to the bench, another woman was sitting there already. 

“Peggy!” Nat said cheerfully, as she sat down next to her. 

“Natasha!” she said cheerfully back. “Who’s this?” She smiled at you. You waved and introduced yourself.

“Oh you’re the one doing the art project? Steve mentioned it,” she asked. 

You nodded, “news travels fast?” you laugh a little weirded out how she already knew. 

“Hockey players gossip worse than fishermen wives in the locker room...”

“And out of it,” Nat added with a laugh, Peggy chuckled as well.

 “And Barnes can’t shut up about the fact you drew him,” Peggy said with an eyeroll. Right, you thought. Peggy probably spent a decent time around him, since Steve and him were best friends, from your understanding it was rare to see one without the other. 

“I’m not surprised,” you chuckled, looking down at your sketchpad. The night before you stayed up and watched videos of Barnes’ best plays and a couple of his interviews. There were some very detailed pictures of his face there. You quickly turned to a black page so Nat wouldn’t see it and poke fun. When you found a muse, it was hard for you to focus on anything but it. You could feel the hole you were digging getting bigger and bigger. 

“Fuck,” you glared at Barnes as he slammed into the glass in front of you, startling you. He had his helmet lifted and he was giving you a bright and flirty smile. You raised an eyebrow at him and shook your head, uninterested in his antics. He slipped his helmet down and pushed back, skating backwards, he moved so fluidly, you couldn’t help but pay attention. 

“Oi! Barnes. Pay attention,” someone snapped, you looked towards the voice and stared for a moment. 

“Coach Fury,” Nat said to you, “the only person that can get Barnes to pay attention besides Steve,” she finished. You nodded before looking back at the players. Your eyes were drawn to a smaller player, he wore a 12 on his back, Stark. He had been in one of your business classes you took in your second semester. He was an interesting guy, cocky and arrogant, he also came from money. His father was the owner of Stark Industries. He was speeding up and down the ice with ease. 

“12, he's fast,” you murmured to Nat, who nodded.

“He broke a record last year, his size makes it easier for him to zoom around,” Nat answered as she looked down at my paper, “Barnes really has your eye doesn’t he, this is like the Hela thing all over again,” she chuckled.  

“Yeah,” you blushed deeply and looked back down at your paper. You really wished one of the other teammates caught your attention, if Clint did this would be much simpler. But of of course the school hot shot had to be one to catch your eye.

“Hey,” Nat lifted your chin and made you look at her. “It’s fine, muses come and go. That’s how art is,” she smiled, that was one thing you loved about Nat, she never questioned or made fun of your muses or how ridiculous an idea you had was when it came to your art. She would poke fun, and make silly jokes, but nothing harmful. Just good natured fun. Her support was unwavering and true. 

Nat was a dancer, she was studying dance and dance theory. That’s how you two met, you accidently stumbled into one of the dance studios after hours instead of the art room. She was there practicing, and made small talk with you. You ended up just sitting on the dance room floor and working on your project talking with her as she practiced. 

“You know what’s funny, I didn’t think about dance for this project,” you chuckled after you relaxed a little. Nat’s face broke into a wide smile. 

“It would be the same as Pietro and the track team, but at least we look cute in our dance attire,” she mused lightly. You laughed loudly at her comment. 

“You really hate those track uniforms,” you shook your head as you chuckled some more. Clint zipped passed a moment later and Nat‘s eye followed him like a magnet. “Goodness, you’re so in love, it’s sickening,” you mused, she pushed your shoulder playfully. 

“How long have you two known one another?” Peggy asked. 

“Since first semester,” you answered her with a smile. 

“You guys are such good friends, I would have expected childhood bestfriends,” Peggy said, as she smiled at Steve who skated by. 

“We just clicked,” you shrugged, returning to your sketchpad. 

Practice drew to a close a little while later and you followed behind Nat and Peggy as they made their way back toward the locker room. There were a few girls, including Pepper Potts, Starks on again/off again girlfriend. Every other week Nat would be talking about it. The girl Bucky had on his arm last time was missing from the group of girls waiting for the players to leave the locker room. First out was Clint, and he made a beeline for Nat, instantly pulling her into a hug and pressing his nose into her neck, she squealed a little as his cold nose made contact with her skin.

Peggy excused herself to go wait by the door for Steve who emerged with Barnes a moment later. She whispered something in Steve’s ear and pointed over at you with a smile. Steve nodded and waved with a small smile of his own. Barnes followed his gaze and instantly he perked up when he noticed you. He swaggered toward you, past the gaggle of girls waiting to try and get his attention, you noticed a couple of them glare in your direction. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, sketch book tucked against your side. You looked up at him as he came up to you making a complete stop a foot in front of you. He really didn’t care about personal space, you took one step back so you didn't have to crane your neck as much to look him in the face.

“And what do I owe the pleasure today Doodle,” you cocked an eyebrow at the nickname, and squinted slightly. The nickname didn’t make you scrunch your nose or want to gag so it wasn’t the worst. You sighed heavily and danced on the balls of your feet for a moment. He just stared, watching you intently, a dumb cocky smirk plastered on his face. 

“Would you let me draw you for my art project?” You asked, you wished the weight bearing down on your shoulders lifted but it didn’t. You dreaded the thought of spending more time with this menace of a man. His lip twitched further upward and showed some of his perfect white teeth. 

“Ah Doodle, I thought you'd never ask,” he ruffled your hair with one of his big hands. You groaned and moved your head from him and tried to fix your hair. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you said sternly. “I just need permission to draw you and use your likeness.” 

“Ah don’t be like that,” he moved forward and you stepped backwards and to the right, dodging him. He huffed in annoyance and you stared at him with your arms crossed again and slight scowl. “Will you be at the game tonight?” He asked, finally standing upright, his own arms crossed across his broad chest. 

“Seats are sold out besides the reserved seats for team partners,” you stated, “so no not tonight.”  

“There's always a seat reserved for my girl, you can have that one,” he stated matter of factly. 

“I’m not your girl,” you said back firmly. “This whole thing is for my art project,” you moved your hand jestering to both of you, “it ends once my project is done.” 

You couldn’t quite place the look on his face after you said that, but you could pick up the small look of challenge in his eyes. It seemed he was making this game, like he was contemplating how long it would be before you would cave and give him what he wanted. Another notch in his bed post. From what you could tell based on his body language alone he was not used to being rejected. Women usually flaunted over him and fell in his lap, all he had to do was choose who he wanted at that moment. Your determination to not be one of those girls was considered a challenge to him, met head on with stubborn determination to break you down and get what he wanted in the end. That made your stomach twist at the thought, he only wanted to do this to sleep with you, have some fun and then dump you off on Loki’s lap heart broken. 

You shook your head, lost in your own thoughts. Barnes was still looking at you, a contemplative look on his face. He had his chin in his hand as he rubbed it, “this will be fun, see you tonight Doodle.” You glared at him as he walked away, twirling his keys around his finger. 

“Jerk,” you said softly to yourself before you made your way over to Nat and Clint. 

“Well that went better than I expected,” Nat said quietly as the three of you left the rink until you had to be back later. 

A sleek black car was parked at the curb, you waved goodbye to Nat and Clint as you ran over to the car and slid into the passenger seat, you rolled the window down and shouted “goodbye! See you later,” Nat waved and they continued walking. 

“Hey Loki!” You said cheerfully. 

“Hello darling, I take it asking Barnes went well?” He asked as he put the car in drive and pulled out from the curb. 

“It went alright. The cocky bastard,” you clipped your belt in place and turned your head to look at Loki fully. “He’s already flirting with me,” you shook your head in annoyance. 

“At least he has good taste darling,” Loki said sweetly as we sped down the freeway into town to have an early dinner.

“Have fun darling,” Loki shouted out the open window of the car as he dropped you off at the arena. You turned back and gave him an unamused smile and flipped him off. 

“Yeah, fuck you,” you said with a slight laugh and turned away, waving, “love you dork,” you said over your shoulder. Nat was waiting just inside the arena for you and led you to your seats. 

“So one of the perks of dating hockey players? Free seats?” You mused sitting down next to her, the arena was still pretty empty as the game didn’t start for 45 minutes. 

“One of them,” she chuckled. Warm ups started and Clint stopped for a moment in front of us and lifted his helmet.

“Hey girls,” he said with a smile before darting off to warm up. 

“Looks like Barnes just noticed us,” Nat said as he skated over. 

“He had me clocked from the parking lot,” you grumbled. Nat laughed loudly and placed her hand on your shoulder wiping a tear from her eye. 

“You’re not wrong,” she said between giggles. Barnes skated forward and came to stop sending glittering flecks of shaved ice toward the glass. 

“Nat, Doodle, how's my new favourite girl?” He asked with a cocky smile. You rolled your eyes, and placed your cheek on your hand as you looked at him with a deadpan expression, Nat smirked next to you. You watched as Barnes ran his tongue over his teeth, he then winked and skated off to join warm ups. 

“Do the woman he dates actually like that attitude?” You mused absently as you doodled on the open page of your sketchbook. Nat shrugged.

“Honestly, they’re probably more interested in his looks, and don’t care about anything else. That or the potential paycheck he’ll be earning if they can tie him down long enough,” She said softly. Your gut twisted uncomfortably at that, and you grimaced. Sure the guy was an arrogant prick, but he deserved better than that. Nat noticed your facial expression and nodded. “It’s not really fair, there's moments when he’s more than the arrogant show off, he’s pretty sweet. I think he’s just gotten used to hiding it; he doesn't bother being anything else.” 

“Be what they expect of you and no one will question it,” you hummed. You mindless doodles turned into a simple sketch of his face. You admired the sharpness of his jaw, his mouth set in a soft line that was slightly upturned.  

The game started, and you were too focused on watching Barnes skate to really watch the game. Not that you really understood the sport enough to really understand what was happening in front of you. First intermission passed and they were half through the second period when a black punk landed on your sketch pad. It startled you and your head shot up and you meant Barnes eyes. Nat was giggling next to you as you picked the offending puck up and handed it to the kid sitting behind you, who happened to be wearing a Barnes jersey. The kids day was made and Barnes’ narrowed his eyes at you. You smirked back in return and went back to drawing. 

The crowd erupted in loud chants as Barnes scored with less than a second left in the third period, winning the game for your college. You watched as Barnes skated around celebrating his goal only for the captain of the other team to get up in his face. You tensed up as you watched the guy push Barnes shoulders and then grab his protective gear getting in his face. 

So the rest of the team came to investigate and there was an all out brawl on the ice right in front of you. You stood up and looked down. Barnes was on top of the captain, his fist raised and he was breathing heavily. 

“Bucky,” his name left your lips before you could stop it and he had to have heard you because his face tilted in your direction for a fraction of a second and the captain took that as an opportunity to flip Barnes over and bring a hard fist down on the bridge of his nose. You shrieked as blood gushed out of Barnes’ nose. Nat was standing next to you as you both watched in horror. 

You turned your head and saw your college coach hopping the bench and helping refs break it up. Steve hauled the other team's captain off his best friend and shoved him into the arms of other teammates who pulled him further away. Steve helped Barnes up and took his face in his hands, Barnes just gave him a dopey smile. His gaze turned to you for a moment and he smiled a bigger smile.  You looked at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape, horrified. 

The captain of the other team didn’t look like he fared much better. He was bloody and his eye was swelling shut with each passing second. Coach Fury looked pissed, and was stalking over to the other teams coach for a few words, a ref following close behind.

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[sapphic-agent]

It is SO interesting how Glee fans (the Glee Subreddit) label Mercedes with an attitude problem. Let's rehash 3x03 for a minute.

Mercedes Quitting

Mercedes, clearly struggling: My ankle hurts.

Schue: Push through it.

Mercedes, bent over in obvious pain: I don't feel good.

Schue: You're fine.

Mercedes: No I'm not.

What absolutely irks me about what people choose to focus on in this scene is that Mercedes didn't start off yelling. She was communicating very quietly and respectfully that she was in pain and couldn't continue. It wasn't until Schue dismissed her twice that she began to raise her voice.

(There's also a stigma around Black women, especially bigger Black women, and pain. Schue not taking her seriously in this scene is actually a bigger problem than most people realize)

She then points out that Schue is always picking on her, which is very much backed up by him being supportive of and easy on Finn but then pushing her ten times harder. And don't say it's because Finn put more effort because Schue prior to this would have had no way of knowing how much he practiced at home.

Mercedes: Where's Rachel, huh? I don't see her here! Being "apart of the team!"

Finn, under his breath: Rachel practices-

Mercedes: Nobody asked you, Finn!

What's crazy to me is that people harp on Mercedes for this in particular. Finn had zero right to insert himself into the conversation. And he knew that too, that's why he said it so quietly. No one else said anything because it wasn't their business. And of course it pissed Mercedes off more. Everyone's showing grace to Rachel, but no one bothered to do the same with her.

(Also, we never saw Rachel practice this specific choreo. So what Finn said might not have even been true because let's be honest, Schue wouldn't have made her anyway)

Mercedes: You give that skinny Garanimal-wearing ass-kisser everything! And for two years, I took it. But not anymore, I'm done.

You can certainly make the argument that this was disrespectful... But then you also have to admit that Rachel was the same, if not worse. You cannot say that Mercedes had an attitude problem, but Rachel is just so silly and "peak Glee." That isn't fair, especially because Rachel has done it multiple times, for way less justified reasons. And was never threatened with being kicked out permanently like Mercedes was.

Judging Mercedes harder than Rachel here is a double standard.

Mercedes Giving up Maria

Mercedes: Are you double-casting any other roles?

Bieste, Artie, Emma: No.

Mercedes, getting up: Thank you for your time

Very respectful here. Not one ounce of attitude.

Mercedes was better than Rachel. Rachel knew it (even admitted it) and so did everyone else. So the fact that they still chose to double cast it was such a slap in the face. They were pandering to Rachel, and screwed Mercedes over in the process. Of course she was insulted.

Bieste: Where are you going?

Mercedes, to Rachel: Tell me you are better than me.

Again, not even the slightest hint of malice towards Rachel. Mercedes respects Rachel to a degree, and doesn't feel the need to insult her to get her point across. Mercedes handles this whole interaction very maturely.

Artie: Mercedes, don't make this a stupid pride thing.

Mercedes: Oh, it's a pride thing, but it's not stupid. Congratulations, you've got the part.

Artie's intervention in this scene is very telling. Mercedes was calm, collected, and respectful here but he (and everyone else, just look at their faces. They're acting like she's yelling and swearing) still acts like she's being combative. If a Black woman stands up for herself, she's being aggressive or rude or problematic. She's blowing it out of proportion so it's easy for everyone to brush it aside.

If you think Mercedes has an attitude problem because she stands up for herself and doesn't roll over for Rachel or Schue or Finn, check yourself. Just because a Black woman isn't afraid to speak up doesn't mean she has an attitude

Argue with the wall

[deerannamae]

Happy Anniversary to Dust An Elysian Tail!!! (Belated albeit) The indie game first released on the Xbox on August 15th 2012. Its crazy to believe that this game is 12 years old now! Making my hyper fixation of the game 10 years old now .... Hoooooo boi.

But seriously this game means so much to me and was the main reason I started writing and art in the first place. I cannot thank this game enough for its influence on me and how much it has helped me through some hard times. I remember even when I was feeling lonely as a teen, this game was there for me to turn to. When I felt stuck with art and wanted to even give it up at one point, I made a Dust an Elysian Tail Fan comic with my sister. Sure it was riddled with shipping, cringe and plot holes bigger than Texas, but it was our comic.

That same comic that I picked up and am rebooting today!(Hopefully less cringe) I was hoping to release a cover art for it but wasn't able to finish it due to some rough mental health this past week. However I plan on posting more about it to this page soon! Keep an eye out for some concept art, character bios, incorrect quotes and more! I see this comic as a proper tribute to how much Dust has done for me. so I hope you all will love it as much as I have loved writing it!

All that being said, Thank you Dean Dodrill. Thank you for inspiring me with this beautiful game and it's wonderful characters...

Art was made with coloring pencils and ink.

[aquz]

ramshackle's ghostly host, an azul ashengrotto x reader halloween special

"ah, although the dorm is said to be in abysmal state, it's actually just fine, no? nothing a little renovation cannot fix." an eel with a hand resting on his chest turned to the shortest man in the group. said man, azul ashengrotto, nodded in agreement as he wiped dust off of a nearby shelf. "of course it's an easy fix, and we have the money... such a small price to pay for something so promising. i cannot wait to hear back from the headmage."

another eel, with hands folded behind his head, carelessly stomped on a loose floorboard which sent it tumbling down through the air and landing on the ground beneath it, on the first floor. "that's a hazard. i don't see why you'd need to bring us on such a dangerous viewing of a dilapidated dorm. it's your idea to buy it, so why don't YOU view it alone?" floyd leech groaned, dramatically rolling his eyes. his twin, jade leech, removed the hand from his chest and shook the doorknob of a jammed door nearby. the door squeaked and with a teeter, it fell backwards and a layer of dust suspended itself in the air.

"oh, he is right. even if renovations could be made, what about the reputation of the place? haven't you heard of the horrors and bad luck this building holds?" jade asked. "i'd say you're just saying that because floyd said something opposing me. everything will be alright, i have connections." azul shook his head with a smile.

his eyes carefully scanning the once lively but now dust ridden dorm building, he couldn't help but burst into a smile. ah, his business was expanding! with that, he would need a second, bigger office, no? well, he might as well start examining the rooms to see which would fit the bill. let's see. . . he needs enough space for a vault room to hold his contracts, desk room, an area for many file cabinets. . . he would need some time to think this over.

azul proceeded into the room with the now busted down door, being careful as to not step on the door itself. glancing around, he could get a good scope of the size and a mental image of where he would put everything. ah, yes, the idea of a new office layout was indeed refreshing. as he studied the size of the room, he failed to miss footsteps that faded off into quietness.

. . . and with everything thought out, azul sighed out his feelings of excitement. with a quick turn, he was about to address the twins and thank them for their silence as he pondered, but nobody was there except for the sound of a picture frame falling and crashing to the ground. his heart rate spiked before immediately attempting to slow down, leaving a dull pain in his chest as he picked up the frame and the glass surrounding it. "ah, floyd? jade?" he called out as he dumped the handful of glass onto the nearby table. no response. azul cocked an eyebrow while his head turned to the window with whistling wind rushing through the cracks.

with a few strides, he could see the two clearly leaving the premises, causing the silver-haired man to groan. of course they left him. "oh, you both," he sighed and turned back to the door. although, there was an unsettling feeling. . . maybe it was because he was alone? or maybe he wasn't alone at all? the man swallowed his fear and began to walk towards the doorway, before a gust of wind strong enough to shake the unsettled house closed the door that had suddenly appeared back in place. the lock immediately clicked shut as azul fell into the door and tried to open it. was he always this wimpy?

"hey, hey, hey!" azul squealed to himself as he shook the door's knob, before it promptly fell into his shaking hand. he raised it to his face to get a better look before swallowing hard; what happened just now? it was silent if he ignored the wind whistling. . .

CRASH

azul whipped around, expecting floyd to have scaled the building and somehow broken in to save him, but instead there was a ghostly figure decked out in ragged clothes and a large hat sat atop their head. azul's eyes were blown wide when hos gaze dropped to their face; a twisted and charred mess of burnt flesh and exposed muscle. although their eyes were visible, they were so light you could barely see them; noticeably scarred. azul's breath hitched as the flights flickered off and the curtains, charred yet thick, swung over the windows to completely darken the room.

"i. . ." came a ghastly mumblr and azul couldn't tell if this throat hurt from all the dust or from a scream he had no recollection of screaming. digging his hand into the pocket of his blazer, he whipped out his magic pen and cast a spell that set the pen's tip ablaze, to act as a torch. the light reflected off all surfaces as caged the ghost in its warm glow. the ghost seemed to shrink away into the darkness once more, taking their hat off and using it to cover their face. "eek, nooo! please!" the voice meekly whined.

azul felt the raging fear die a little. this was what he was up against? a shy ghost. if he wasn't just screaming a minute ago, he would've scoffed. "you. . . locked me in here! i demand you let me out now, for i am -" he paused momentarily to gather his threat. "nooo! i'm not wanting to hurt you! i am the old prefect of this building, and i'm pleased to have a new visitor!"

azul's face twisted with confusion; then a sudden realization. "oh, that's right. there is still somebody. . . or some ghost. . . occupying this space." azul sighed. "it would be rude of me not to ask for your approval or alert you at the very least, so i shall do it now. i will be rennovating this property to branch out my business. so, if you plan on hurting me, i'll have you know that the renovation team will find my corpse if no-one else. . . !"

the prefect shook their head rapidly. "oh, nonono! no! i will not hurt you! i just. . . wanted to know why a living visitor has stopped by." the ghost lowered their hat. "if that's the case, you may use this decrepit dorm to your advantage! i would love this place of tragedy and forgotten memories to become lively once more!"

the ghost swayed lightly as the lights flickered back on. the fire in azul's pen went out as he straightened himself up and looked the ghost in their scarred eyes. "i am unable to leave this property, so i'm sorry to say that i cannot leave. i can cover my face, maybe? i do not want to scare off customers!" the ghost's insecurity struck a heartstring of azul's and almost made him feel bad for being scared. "oh, that will not be necessary, dear. if you don't mind me asking, what happened to this place? why is it forgotten as of now?"

"this dorm has been abandoned for many years due to a fire that broke out. maybe of the dorm members had moved out into other dorms, for their rooms could not be salvaged. the building was in such tough shape it was supposed to be demolished, but it's a historical building. it dates back to longer than i've occupied it, but i would assume you know that. i was caught in the fire and charred to ash, being the prefect, i tried to save it. . . to no avail. " the ghost bowed their head and backed more into the corner. azul huffed. "well, i suppose that is a sad death story, but all deaths are sad, no?"

azul took a step towards the ghost. "my apologies for not doing my research before staking my claim on this building. rest assured i will breath new life into the place, and nothing such as that tragedy will ever happen again. you just have to put your trust in me... mx...?" the ghost wavered and stuck a timid hand out. "mx. [last name]." azul took their ghostly hand and nodded his head in place of a proper hand shake. "and the pleasure. . . is mind, ashengrotto."

before azul knew it, the ghost titled '[last name], former prefect of the now abandoned dormitory building' had disappeared into the thin air and the door rattled open. azul quirked an eyebrow, "since when was the door fixed. . . ?" to which he heard an airy giggle, presumably the prefect letting him know that they did it. azul nodded and began his way back down the steps. what an interesting ghost; the previous prefect who had died in an uncontrolled fire. . . and as frightening as they look, they're as shy as if they were living. . .

what an exciting business venture this will be.

just a silly special for my absolute favorite holiday ~ with the man of the hour; AZUL ASHENGROTTO! (the crowd goes wild!!!!) this halloween feels exciting to me, i'm going dressed up as len kagamine while my best friend goes as rin kagamine ! i hope you enjoyed my (second halloween special of azul in a haunted building) short fic and this is enough to sate the hunger of my followers ~ ! seriously though? sorry for the lack of uploads, school has me pretty busy and i really did intend to post more this month but i guess that just wasnt happening? anyways, have a safe yet super spooky halloween and read this dumpster fire of a rushed short fic from last year if you want to ~ bye bye ! ( ᐛ )

[theholypeanut]

Satsuki Momoi x Enemies to Lovers

Peanut’s Wheel of Fortune Event

Cw: fem!reader, wlw, fluff, harassment (not by Momoi or reader),I’m sorry to all the rats, rats are better than that (you will know), 1.1k words

Plot: Momoi cannot stand you, the Seirin manager, but what she cannot stand more is seeing guys flirting with you or making you uncomfortable

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Satsuki Momoi rarely hated anyone in her life. I mean why would she? She had nothing to be jealous of really, she was beautiful, smart, kind, and was a part of Generation of Miracles in her own way. So why did she hate you so much, Seirin’s manager?

At first, she thought it was because you are in Seirin, with Tetsu, and she is stuck with the laziest, the most perverted best friend she got (by her own choice, but still). Why do you go to school with the love of her life? Satsuki was spiteful towards you since she first saw you - not teasingly mean like to Riko, she just always behaved like she straight-up hated you. And you had no idea why, but if she can treat you this way, why you should be the bigger person? After months passed by, no one knew the reason, but for the greater good just preferred not to put you together in the same room.

Momoi couldn’t explain why she didn’t want to see you and couldn’t stand to be away from you at the same time. Every time she saw you just laughing with anyone from Seirin’s team made her so angry she couldn’t breathe, especially with Kagami. Everyone in Generation of Miracles just assumes the disgust she had towards „New Light” was purely because Kuroko found his new best friend and left everyone behind, including Aomine. But only Kise noticed that the moment Mom would get the most furious was when Kuroko wasn’t even in the room (or was… who knows?).  But the moment that threw her over the edge was during the Inter-High, when some disgusting guy tried to flirt with you, making you uncomfortable. „Hey Princess, I was thinking maybe after this all will be over, we could get out of here…” he said with the most despicable expression. 

„I’m not interested” you mumbled trying to walk away, or at least find any of the familiar uniforms in the crowd. „Don’t be like that, I think we can have a lot of fun” he grabbed your wrist.

„And who the hell do you think you are, to even dream of having any chances with her?” You heard a familiar high voice. You never saw Memo’s face so full of pure anger, and you were sure you saw it all. Guy took one look at the pink-haired girl and just by the way he swallowed his saliva with excitement you felt the shiver of pure disgust on your spine. Guys usually objectified Momoi as she was some dessert without caring if they were obvious or not. This one was one of the worst cases. 

„Oh hey, actually…” he couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage, and before Momoi had a chance to add anything else, without thinking, you snatched your hand and smacked him in the face. 

„You are seriously delusional to think you’d have a chance with her either, you rat” 

You saw the guy snapping out of his trance and he even swung his hand to hit you back when he looked at something behind you and stopped. He sent you an angry glare and mumbled „ugly bitch” before walking away. You and Satsuki both just stood there in shock, not sure what just happened. You looked behind you but you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, except just a crowd of players, but no one was standing out or even looking at you. You turned to Momoi, and you noticed she had a tiny blush on her cheeks.

„Thank you” you broke the silence. „I was a little frozen when he was just…” but before you finished, Too’s manager just gently grabbed your hand. 

„Is your wrist okay? Did he hurt you? I swear I know which school he is from I’m gonna tell Aomine to…” you never saw Momoi getting so worried over you. She looked… adorable. You smiled at her warmly. „It’s fine. If he plays against either of our schools he will be destroyed anyway”

She sent you a weak smile, and as you noticed, she still didn’t let go of your hand. 

„I’m sorry for… being so mean to you” she said not looking at you. Her face was still flushed. „I don’t have any good excuse I just…” 

„We should spend more time together.” You stopped her. You felt your face getting hot. „Just two of us. Or” you clear your throat awkwardly. „Or with Riko! Obviously!”

She looked at you stunned, her face getting more red, but her eyes sparkling. „Just the two of us!” She repeated excitedly. She grabbed your hand tighter. „Y-yes!” You smiled and heard the familiar voice of the coach yelling your name. Reluctantly you took the hand away and rubbed the back of your neck embarrassed. 

„So… see you around, Momoi” and you walked away in the direction of the rest of the team. 

As you turned away you couldn’t see that Satsuki was still standing there, looking at your back all blushed, and she just couldn’t stop thinking about your soft hand and how much she would want to hold it again. 

*bonus: The Rat Guy saw the most scary face Kise is able to make. He decided to retrieve after that, and Kise was spying on his favourite gays from behind the pillar like a proud dad

Bonus:

[alovesongtheywrote]

hiii girlie!! it’s my birthday HAHA can i please get a nightmare academia part?? thank youuu 🫶

♥ Summary: SORRY I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY!! iirc, i got this like. right in the middle of finals season. i am so sorry :( to compensate, i have provided a holiday update!! In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, it's the holiday season and Reid pulls a lil prank.

♥ Warnings: holidays, Wham's Last Christmas

♥ A/N: this is really just a holiday blurb im ngl. happy holiday special ig!! (also. i didn't edit this. my bad lol)

♥ Word Count: 600

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The winter seasons were always an interesting time to be a professor.  The campus was decorated with trees and lights.  Fliers advertised Hanukkah and Christmas gatherings.  The students were so stressed and burnt out that they moved through life with a weird sort of festive calm. 

This year, that festive calm had taken on a new feature- your students wouldn’t stop playing Wham’s Last Christmas.  

You had nothing against the song.  All things considered, you liked Wham.  You liked Last Christmas.  It just got a touch annoying when the song played on a constant loop through various shitty phone speakers.  All the time.  Every day.

You weren’t sure what caused it- what earthly force could convince a bunch of college kids to listen to that infernal song so frequently?  What could get them to set Last Christmas to their ringtones?  You were pretty sure most of them hadn’t used ringtones before December.  To put it bluntly- you were confused, tired, and suspicious.  You were also ready to scream.

So you did!

“Holy shit, if I have to hear that fucking song again, I might literally explode.”

Reid looked up at you as you burst into your shared office.  His eyes were wide, as if your pre-loaded rant about Wham’s Last Christmas had caught him off guard.  

If it had, that was honestly on him.  You were only about a week into December, and you had already complained about the thing seventy-six times and counting.  If Spencer didn’t remember that, then his special boy memory powers had clearly failed him.

“Well, you wouldn’t literally explode,” Reid corrected, clearly recovered from his shock, “That’s a common mistake.  You would actually-”

“Reid, stop it before I feed you to the ghost of George Michael.”

He held up his hands in surrender, though a smile played across his lips.  You glared at that little grin as vines of suspicion tangled with the fleshy meat of your brain.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Whatever do you mean, Doctor?”

“I mean,” you slammed your hands down on Reid’s desk, “Are you the reason I cannot escape that fucking song?”

He leaned back in his chair, weaving his long, slender fingers together like some fucking anime villain, “And how would I pull that off?”

“Easily.  You’re you, and it’s the perfect crime.  All it would take is the promise of extra credit, and your students would do anything.  You think I haven’t noticed that the student body suddenly loves playing Wham?  Out loud?  Without headphones?”

Spencer’s grin got bigger, “Wow.  I’m sorry that your students have been using technology in a distracting and upsetting manner.  I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“Spencer Reid, I am going to kill you.  I’m gonna choke you out with Christmas lights.  Seriously.”

He leaned in, “Are you literally going to kill me?”

“Fuck you, Reid.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

You snorted out a laugh, “You wouldn’t survive me, pretty boy.  Now, have you seen the essays my cybercrime class wrote?  They were on my desk.”

“Here-” he said, reaching for one of the desk’s many drawers.  That ended the conversation as the topic drifted to your students and the general category of crime that involved techy-whecy bullshit.  

In the weeks that followed, the volume on Spencer’s prank was turned down.  The students played it less and less, and the campus generally hummed with other holiday themed music until the break hit.  The day after it did, a package arrived on your doorstep.

A lovely vinyl copy of Wham’s Last Christmas.  

You were gonna kill Spencer Reid.

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[xxktnexx]

Who Does It Better?

CHAPTER 2

READ Chapter 1 - Picking A Fight

Chapter 2 - Let The Game Begin

Chanyeol's lips started to move against yours. Licking and sucking every part of your cavern without giving you a chance to breathe.

You needed air but could not pull back as he grabs your nape to keep you in place.

His lips trail down your jawline and into your neck. Finally giving you the chance to intake air for your almost burning lungs. But then his lips never left your skin, leaving hot kisses on its wake. Tasting every inch of you.  

You're not new to this. You knew foreplay when you feed on your prey's wet dreams but it's so different in reality. It feels like your mind is swimming in a  erotic whirlpool. It's disturbingly addictive.

You bit your lower lip, preventing yourself from moaning and Chanyeol doesn't like that. He suddenly bit on your sweet spot making you gasp then moan when he started to suck at it.

"That’s more like it." Chanyeol said.

“Shut the fuck up.” You fought the moan and push the snarl out.

“Let’s see if you can shut the fuck up, shall we?” He said with his taunting voice.  

You can feel him smiling on your skin and that woke you up. This is not about making love, this is a game. A competition to know who is better between the two of you.

Without hesitation you run your hands on his hair and tug on them deliciously. It did affect him, but he did not give anything away. And you are not having that.

You slide your hand from his neck to his collar bone teasingly as you grind on him at the same time. Your movement was slow and careful, angling directly yourself to the length of his hardening member underneath you.

"Hmm shit." Chanyeol moan but pulled it with growl under his breath.

You were too happy on yourself that you can draw this kind of expression out of Chanyeol.

You can feel his hard on under your crotch and honestly you're getting nervous. You can tell that his friend is big and guessing it's still getting bigger.

But your not cowering down now. You have to make him bow down.

You grind again. Feeling the absolute pleasure by just the friction of his member on your heat. You moan longingly and run your palm over his covered chest. Chanyeol suddenly grab your hip to steady you in place.

"Stop." He said out of breath.

He knew he’s screwed when he said that, especially when he heard your seductive chuckle.

"Aww what's this? Having a hard time aren't we?"

"You would be thankful that I stopped you." There is no humor on his words.

And you shiver when you meet his eyes. It looks darker than before. Seriousness, lust and something you cannot pinpoint swim in them.

You scoff taking the threat as a joke. "You don't have to be gentle with me. We're not making love here Yoda. This is all sex."

You felt his eyes turn cold and it made u regret what you said for a moment.

Chanyeol suddenly stood up making you yelp. You wrap your arms over his neck and legs around his waist, holding for dear life. He on the other hand had his arms over your ass and thigh.

He did not say a word as he went to the bedroom with you still clinging onto him. He shut the door and push you over it painfully.

You almost felt your spine snap.

You let out a squeak scream of pain and then replaced by a gasp when Chanyeol's mouth capture yours again and lick down your jaw. Biting and sucking on you fair skin living angry marks for everyone to see.

"Fine, then I'll fuck you. Twin's rule?" He asked referring to the rule Jina and Juna gave to you earlier this evening. He was alternating from kissing and licking the new hicky he just created on your shoulder blades.

"Deal." You answered.

The sweet and gentle kisses were all long gone

You decided to fight back, pushing him off you and he let himself be pushed. Chanyeol's back meet the bed and you hurriedly crawl on top of him making sure to seat on his groin.

You kissed him this time and give him hickies when your at it. You felt him flip the both of you. Making you lay under him.

The sweet hot actions of dominance looks more like a battle more than anything else. Each of you aiming to outrun each other. Making sure to give pleasure to another as much pleasure you receive, if not more.

Chanyeol’s lips captured yours again in another heated kiss. He sneak his palm under your shirt and made way to your breast squeezing it painfully.

You almost scream from the violence.

"No bra?" Chanyeol mocked you.

“Off course you dimwit. I took a bath.” You talked back while panting.

You really got to admit, Chanyeol was really good with that mouth of his. Everything he does to you was just a huge turn on.

You were taken by surprise when he suddenly rip his own tshirt off you. Even the boxer shorts he lend you did not escape the harsh treatment.

You’re all naked under him now and he still haven’t lost any clothing. And what’s more embarrassing is Chanyeol stopped whatever he is doing and scanned you with passionate lustful eyes.

But he gather your hands and pin it above your head before you could even cover yourself.

“Don’t even think about it.” He was hovering above you taking every details of you to himself.

You bit your lips. You will lose if this game stays like this. Without second thought you encircle your legs around Chanyeol’s waist and pulled is lower half down. The contact from his clothe boner and your naked wet made him groans in appreciation before he growls dangerously low in your ear.

Thanks to this you slipped your hands away from his grip. You hurriedly pull the hem of his hoody off of him. You’re not the only one getting naked here.  

Now you understand why that woman earlier almost moan when she touched Chanyeols arm. Those biceps are moan worthy you can guaranty that. You took the temptation and touch Chanyeol’s chest. Slowly gliding your soft hands from his upper torso's well built muscles to his six packed abs. Making sure to rake a little on them with your long painted nails.

“Shit.” He gasps under his breath.

“You can’t have all the fun now, can you?” Your voice made a sultry mocking tone.

Chanyeol shot you a dark look. 

You two shared another breath taking kiss and he made sure to cares every inch of you. From your breast down to your waist then legs and all the way to your pussy.

You gasp when you felt his calloused hand slide up and down on your slickness.

“Fuck, just like that.” You said grinding slowly.

“My tongue can do better.” Chanyeol said as he dove down and made slow lick between your folds.

You grab a fistful of his hair as he ate you continuously. The sinful moans spilling from your own mouth made Chanyeol’s dick grow painfully hard.

He harden his tongue muscle and push it inside your hole. Your back arch in pleasure pulling Chanyeol’s face more to have a contact with your womanhood.

You can feel your orgasm building up and he was far from stopping.

You can feel your walls squeezing his tongue and you tried pushing Chanyeol away but he pinned your body still. You came hard on his face as he cleans you dry almost driving you to insanity.

God damn it!

Chanyeol sat up and look at you with dark eyes. "You lost." He gave you his mocking smirk while licking his lips. Your juices was still smeared over his lips.

"That's only round one." You said while slightly panting.

Chanyeol crawl back on to you giving you a wet kiss, tasting yourself as his mouth abuse yours. "It should be." He suddenly said.

It took you by surprised. Did he want to drag this game long? You didn't bother answering your own question since you have to pay him back. You took the chance and flip over your positions.

"My turn." You whisper and began to pepper Chanyeol's body with wet kisses. You slowly lick his six packs like it was some kind of chocolate bar making him bite his lower lip because of how you look.

Finally, you made it to the waist band of his pants. And since you're a total prick and a tease. Instead of sliding it off using your hands you settle in using your teeth.

You can tell Chanyeol's getting impatient as his breathing turn rug and his face display pure anguish. That made your grin run deeper.

His already rock hard dick sprung up. The tip blushed with arousal and his pre-cum is trickling down, tempting you to lick it dry. You had to admit, you made a pause when you saw his thing. You've seen one before while feeding but damn, nothing beats his. 

"I'll take that as a compliment." Chanyeol's sudden comment woke you up from the thought.

The smug look he's giving you is irking you to no end. Just to get even, you squeeze his shaft and put it inside your mouth without warning. You suck the tip while swirling your tongue around it, his precum blending with your own saliva.  

"Fuck, yes." He threw his head back as your warm mouth envelope him. 

Chanyeol collect all your hair in a one messy ponytail while you're still busy sucking him off. You bob your head rhythmically ignoring the building pain in your jaw. You take his as much as you could while using your hands what your mouth couldn't take. Chanyeol is grunting above you and with just the sound of his low voice send shiver down your spine and into your pussy. Making it wetter in every passing minute. "Y/N..." He moan your name. The way your name roll on his tongue cause a pleasing wave in your being.

Chanyeol started to get aggressive, he's now buckling his hips to meet your mouth.  Tears forming on the corner of your eyes as you're starting to gag. But you fought the urge and relaxed your throat making the penetration bearable.

"Shit, your gagging sounds better than my music."

The sudden comment made you chuckle and the vibration just made Chanyeol grunt more. You can tell that he's getting closer, so you started to suck harder. You looked up and meet his eyes.

Chanyeol almost came then and there. You looking up to him while his dick appear and disappear in your mouth is a view to die for. You're as hot as hell that his mind couldn't see anything except you. But he won't let it end like that. There are still more things to do and he can't let himself fail here.  

You can already hear the sound of victory, Chanyeol's moan and grunts that is, when he suddenly pulled you up making his rod slip from your mouth. You look at Chanyeol, he was panting heavily. He may have mirrored your face earlier when you had your untimed orgasm. Tch. That was close. You thought.

"Let's get down to business." He guide your arms and encircle it on his neck, an act which you happily oblige. He lay you down on his comfy bed and you inhale the manly scent on it. 

Defenitely his.

Chanyeol pump his dick before sliding it up and down on your folds a couple of times. Coating his dick with your love liquid. You can feel it's head as he align it to your entrance.

You expect him to snap it inside you or even push it inside without even caring if you're ready or not. Fear came crushing in and you tighten your hold over Chanyeol's broad sholder. Squeezing your eyes shut, preparing for any pain.

But it never came. You open your eyes confusingly and look up to Chanyeol. He was looking at you with a sweet smile on his lips. He's eyes slid within your soul with an emotion you've never known before. Chanyeol's expression was soft, warm and... loving? You've never seen this side before. Wait... You did. When you were still kids.

Chanyeol saw the confussion on your face making his smile evolve to a grin.

Is he playing with me? You could not help but to think.  

"You ready?" He asked and you just nod.

Chanyeol placed his lips near your ears while preparing to enter you. "Just say it if you want me to stop." He whispered.

This 180 degree personality shift is making you a lot more baffled but did not made a word out of it anyway.

Chanyeol slowly ease in, stretching you to the size of his dick. His eyes was closely watching your expression.

Fuck, so tight. He cursed, fighting the urge to fuck you real hard. The way you envelope and tighten around him is already driving him crazy not to mention the expression you're showing.

You gasp in pain and the tears are starting to fall from your eyes.

He saw this and plant a passionate kiss over your lips to distract you but not before teasing you to lighten you up from the tension. "See, I was right. You're virgin. Well a moment ago."

"Fuck you." You chuckled a little then hissed.

"Currenlty working on that." He said with a husky voice while still pushing into you.

He was now fully inside you before you know it. He stayed still giving you the time to adjust on his size. You look at Chanyeol and you can tell that he's giving his best effort in stopping himself from ramming inside you.

"Move." You said and he greatfully did what you told him to do.

His hips starts to move in an angled motion. Each thrust is slow and passionate. He wanted to savor the moment, to feel and memorize every inch of you.

You started to moan in pleasure, pain is already at the back of your head.

"Faster, please." You didn't notice that you just beg and you absolutely don't care at the moment.

Chanyeol's thrust became faster that you're arching your back. The profanities keeps on swimming inside his head. She feels so good. He thought.

You can already feel the burning sensation on your lower stomach and Chanyeol was no different But both of you are denying the approaching orgasm for the sake of winning.

He pulled out from you and you could not hide the whine that exit your lips.

"Patience babe." His already deep voice made a husky turn. You glare at him but he only chuckled.

Chanyeol flip the both of you. He let you straddle him as he lay down on his back.

"Now, ride me." He said giving you that adorable grin.

"Don't tell me what to do." You said at him yet you grab his dick and pushed it inside your cunt.

You let out a shaky breath before starting to grind your hips back and forth. Your pace is constant, deep and rythmic. Chanyeol grab your hips, helping you on your action but you took one of his hand guiding it to your right breast. He squeeze your tits with your hand over his while your other limb is over his torso for support.

You can now feel your orgasm building up again.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm getting really close. You thought as you look down on Chanyeol.

He was looking at you with glisting eyes. By the way his cock pulsing inside you and the way his grip tighten, you know he's as close as you.

You moan again and again. Just a little more. You thought with close eyes.

You squeeze Chanyeol's dick with your hole for the last time before you finally heard his beautiful grunt. His warm liquid shooting inside  you.

You came right after he did. Your voice rose in another level as the euphoric feeling came flooding in. You ride your orgasm before meeting to a stop.  

Both of you are panting while looking at each other. Chanyeol was still inside you when you chuckle.

"It's my victory right?" You gave him your very rare grin and it honestly surprised Chanyeol.

He sat up and gave your lips a peck. "Not a chance baby girl." He chuckled. The sudden name made a total flip inside your stomach.

Both of you changed back to missionary position and you can feel his dick which is still inside you growing and hardening again. He was intensely looking down at you.

"Now, let's start the final round." He said.

You circle your arms around his neck. "Bring it on. Big guy."  

NEXT CHAPTER

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[simonalkenmayer]

Hello Simon, I hope it's alright to ask for advice. These past few months, I've struggled significantly with moving through my everyday life as I watch the genocide in Palestine. I've watched it all my life, but this is unparalleled. I've been turning frequently to history to find some comfort or a blueprint on how to respond, how to resist as community. I wanted to ask you, as someone who has seen humanity at its worst so many times, do you know how a person might keep faith in a better future?

When the camps were liberated during the war, and I saw for the first time, the carnage of it all, I felt a mixture of feelings, and rage was one. Another was guilt, that I hadn’t done something other than abstain. But I couldn’t fight another war. Even for a good cause. Humans trifle with life because they never actually believe they can die. And some seek any pleasure they can find—weak little children.

I’ve hated your species my entire life

But then again…I remember the rebellions, the revolutions, the drastic shifts in short periods. I remember art and technology. I remember that there is always a bigger picture. I remember after the great fire, so much destruction, but so few lives lost. I remember how people helped one another. I remember friends I have had, great moments of change, the poetry of your thoughts.

I have lived your species my entire life.

Humanity is not in defiance of nature. It’s not moving past it. It’s fulfilling it, and it will either rise, or it will fall silent. That is something each of you must decide separately.

I worry that your culture has become so disheartened and selfish, that it isn’t possible for people to have the courage they will need, but really…I’m not sure I blame them.

You must find the anger. The righteous fury. You must find the will to be furious and consistent and troublesome. Do EVERYTHING. And then remember how much your actions impact others you cannot even imagine.

I never thought people would ask me for advice when I published, but then it began happening. As many horrible traumatic stories I’ve heard preceding questions, I have just as many thanking me for taking it seriously. I did not expect to mean anything to anyone, but I have seen that it is possible to affect people I never knew I could.

I think back on my life and reexamine moments, and I wonder…how often did I affect someone without noticing and how might it have changed history?

Your actions, even the small ones, have weight, but you cannot do the action to receive immediate payback. You must pursue it because it’s right, and you’re ready for the long road.

Hopelessness stops action. Anger fuels it, so long as you can harness it and give it task after task. Listen to the weak, not the strong. Listen to the poor and the starving. Learn how to think rationally, systematically. To be critical. Help because you can and because it’s right. And as someone greater than I once said, look for the other helpers.

[wachtelspinat]

Heya~

I often find it very difficult to find the right words, so I apologize in advance if any of what I have to say sounds dry or wrong, but I write it from the heart, I promise🧡

I know how you feel now and how much you get lost when that realization comes along. I learn art all my life, but I don’t succeed anywhere. No matter how long I try to do it, I still keep thinking “well I’m not good enough”. To be honest it scares the shit out of me every day, because if I’ll give up here… well there’s nothing I can do for life than. When I was in school, I was desperately clung to every fandom I had as my last hope to get rid of bad thoughts and I found those two silly characters that stole my heart immediately so of course it’s weird to say but since then Overwatch has become my “home”. It was not the perfect game but it was fun until Ow2 was released. Even if my love for OW is died, I understood that Junkrat and Roadhog took a much more bigger part in my live that I could ever imagine. I thought it was stupid, like come on that’s just a characters from the old and dead game but it turns out they’re not just characters, but in a way, my family or friends that helped me go through a lot of dark times, so it’s okey to love them deeply even if they are not real~

I always wondered, why do I make art? Is it what I really like and enjoy? Is it cost all the struggles and tears? But I found you and I fall in love with your arts immediately. I could have a really bad day in university but then I remember how I just go to your page to rewatch, for only gods knows how many times, your works. I love everything about them, how you can build a perfect shape with just one line, how many expressions and ideas your works have. Your knowledge of the anatomy is just… freaking olympic🤌🏻✨ you gave me the second breath in my path of an artist because looking at your works I was wondering if I ever be able to achieve such a high level and here I’m speaking not only about arts with Junkrat and Roadhog, I speak about every single one that I could find🧡 and I understood that art in general have much much more power in it that anyone thinks. It gives hope, inspiration, safety, emotions and so on~ even without knowing it, you can make another person’s life a little better.

All I wanted to say is - you are a fantastic person, highly talented and hard working. I’m sure everyone who follows your work will support every of your decision. I just wanted to say a big thank you from myself personally for everything you do🧡

hey ! i'm really sorry that it took me so long to respond, last week was just hell on earth. the sheer amount of words you put into this hit me right in the heart, and what you said made me tear up even more.

having a really hard time here to form my words, not only because my brain feels so fried, but because your ask is so sincere and i don't think i can possibly thank you enough. it's so weird, there is this constant battle in my head that everything is futile and trivial and i'm having a hard time seeing some kind of point behind my actions (not only art related). on the other hand, i know that WE give meaning to something. that it's the small things that tends to move mountains. i don't know if i'm making any sense here. point is. by telling me that - in my opinion - my irrelevant art has given you sth, if it's just a smile, new energy to try sth yourself, inspiration... you are shaking my world. and i'm grateful for that in a way i cannot describe.

and seriously, i don't know why we make art. because as you mentioned yourself it is always connected with doubts and despair. before i entered graphic design school back when i was super young i thought drawing was me. the one integral part that made me so ~special~. just to learn that a bunch of people draw, all around the world, and they often draw even better than i could ever achieve! in the last months of being in university i relied a lot on defining myself through my art again. because it immensely helped with my self-concept when everything around me just felt like i wasn't good enough. i'm kind of re-learning again that doing art is not the one thing that defines me. because i tend to heavily lean into that. it is after all the one thing i actually like about myself.

so yeah, thank you so much for reaching out. i love your art and the love you put into it, so i'm hoping that - despite the struggles we all share while being creative - you continue to draw, as so will i <3

(and junkrat and roadhog, man... yeah they're not just characters, they stopped being just characters from a game a long time ago for me. i know i'm a broken record at this point BUT their codependency and independency, the balance between grit and gross and sweet and off-kilter, sweat, tears, blood and some ice-cream on the side, begrudging and thankful - it seems stupid to me too because i know most people just see these comic relief mad max rip-offs but every time i think about their dynamics and some of the stories i've read in fan works it grips my heart and i think "holy shit i love them so. much." - i'm still not done drawing them by a long shot i think, it just feels like i've reached a dead end of some kind? because with little time at hand and even less energy left i struggle to form my thoughts into drawings. but i'm working on that. i'm working on doing some kind of tribute, like a zine with my art from 2016 up to today and some more stuff i've yet to draw (had this idea since 2022 and i've just recently learned SO MUCH about zine making and printing and i finally started putting the first files together). because that feels right, like a proper "here look at this i hope this explains why i love them so much")

[zimithrus]

If you do want a pairing + prompt... Would you maybe do Taibani and 27? 🥺💚🩷

I would love to! 💚❤️

The list (Turns out I gotta put this under a read more! I'm real bad at small huh! XD)

27. Things you said through a closed door. (Some angst incoming!)

"Hey... Bunny?" A voice both strained and groggy pours through. Voice bleeding through the rubble-tinted air just as freely as the gash in his gut does.

"You should... really be saving your strength, Old Man." A voice equally strained, but much smoother and more clear responds.

It's muted, garbled. But of course it would be - a door wedged shut between rebar, concrete and debris separate the two of them. Unable to look, unable to touch. The only thing allowed between them are their words, few and fleeting.

The building creaks, groans in an unnatural way. It won't be long before the whole thing comes down with them still inside. No matter in the end, they did their job; they saved those civilians no matter the cost. That's what they do, and that's what they will have done when their lives fade into past-tense.

"I know..." The first voice smiles, even if his partner cannot see it. "But... There's somethin' I've been meaning to tell you..."

"I already know." The second responds.

"Ha, do you now?" The first smirks wider, wishing he had enough energy to laugh without pain.

"Yeah, you... drank my energy drink this morning and didn't tell me." The second voice is wounded as well. Not to the extend of the first, but it's there in his slightly labored breath all the same.

"Well, I did do that, yeah," The first agrees. "But no... seriously, Barnaby, it's something else..." He shifts, despite the agony that protests his movement.

"Kotetsu, please save your strength. Whatever it is you need to tell me can wait until after we're saved and you're patched up."

"No, no it can't." The first - Kotetsu - denies.

He needs to say this now. He doesn't know if he'll be able to hold out for the other heroes to come. This gash is getting bigger, this wound getting deeper, the blood pools around him. If he waits, he might not ever get a chance to say this. He leans his head against the steel door, closes his eyes and pictures his partner on the other side.

"I know we didn't always get along at first but... I've... really grown to enjoy working with you Barnaby. And I'm really glad we even became friends..."

"Kotetsu, please..." Barnaby pleads him to stop, but his tone betrays him, as though he knows his partner is running out of time without wanting to say it.

"Boy, did we end up having some pretty good times, huh, Bunny? Yeah... Real good..."

"...Yeah, we did." Barnaby's voice warbles just a tad from behind the steel and concrete barrier.

"I'm... really glad we're partners. It's honestly been a blast to work along side you... grow with you... and..." He sighs, smiles to himself. "I really wish I had the time to take you out for drinks like I promised. Maybe even... get to know you better than just friends..."

"Kotetsu..."

"But hey... I wouldn't trade this for anything. At least you're here, right behind me, you know? At least... you're here..."

"I'm not going anywhere. No matter what, I've..." Barnaby's voice gives way to a choked sob. "...I've got your back until the end."

Kotetsu smiles. "Thanks... Lil' Bunny..."

He loses consciousness just as a hero comes barreling in to save them.