#chilling and judging their hoe

[snowblossomreads]

-insert longing sigh- We do love when people admit to their faults even if it's a hard thing to do. And of course our sweet angel Richard is forgiven wants to give him kisses and love bc oooof he's so lovely...🥺

but maam 🥰🥰 thank u so much for giving us all these Rickmas fics in spite of being sick,taking care of sick ones, following ur author dreams and many more things!! They have been the highlight of my day whenever i get to read them (even if u hurt my heart a little 😘😘)and i just love love the emotions u put behind them!!

It has also been so much fun participating in it when i have the chance and it gives me another excuse (not like i need them) to watch (rewatch really) more of our dear Alan's movies!!

So thank u for giving us a chance to marvel at ur creations and also lovely prompts so we could join in on the fun 🥰🥰😍

Prompt: 13. Repetitive Carols

Pairing: Turpin x Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: London

A/N: So, let’s leave the magic of Hogwarts behind for a bit and jump over to the biter English winter in London today. I had quite a rough time coming up with a story for this prompt, I don’t know why but I guess after so many days of coming up with new Christmas fics and having written quite a few long ones in the past few days I was a bit tapped out. However, I do think you will enjoy this one even if it’s not until the very end that things turn bright.

And, I would like to add a small note here as well… If you don’t mind…

I hope that these fics offer you something during this cold and harsh December. All around the world people are struggling - hell, I’m sitting with three layers of clothing on, thick socks, slippers, a warm wheat bag under the blanket draped over my legs as the heating is just too expensive - and I know money is tight, for many of us this year with the inflation and sky-rocketing expenses of everything.

So, I hope these fics grant you something to look forward to, something to be excited about, something that offers you a feeling of being connected with others around the world. For we are all connected. We are all in this community together and I wish I could do more, be more, offer more. But I do not have anything but my hard work, creativity and words to offer during these hard times. I’m giving every spare minute I have to RICKMAS, late nights, early mornings, lunch breaks - all of it. And, to see you here - your comments, your reblogs, your likes and the tags you add - warms my heart. It makes me so happy to know that you wish to spend your time reading my words and communicating your thoughts and feelings about it in return too.

Thank you, for warming my heart and being here with me. I am ever so grateful for this little community of ours where we share love, friendship and support. I really wish you all the best and for these hard times to pass ❤

+A/N: I know the gramophone wasn’t invented until 1877 but this is fiction so we are just moving that invention a few years for the sake of this fic - so don’t come for me about that 🙈😂

Tags/TW’s: Kissing, Anger, Guilt, Worry, Lots Of Love, Taking Responsibility.

Word Count: 2.7k+

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You couldn’t help but feel protected and comfortable on his arm. Strolling through London could be dangerous, but not with your dear husband so close by — who would ever dare to bother you as the wife of Judge Turpin with him right there? None.

However, he appeared to have lost some of the initial warmth and joy from when you had first asked him to take a stroll through the buzzing city with market stands on each square, big or small. For nearly two hours you had been walking about with your butler, Mr Stokes, a few steps behind carrying everything your husband had graciously acquired for you. No item was too small and no price was too high when it came to spoiling you.

That had been hard to deal with at first, the guilt of suddenly being presented with all things you had ever wished for and far more than you could ever need. But he had insisted, time and time again, that you deserved it. That he wished to lavish you with gifts and that it brought him joy to provide for you in every manner possible.

However, something was bothering him no. You could feel the annoyance radiate from him in a manner you had not previously experienced. “Angel, perhaps something hot to drink?” you asked, wondering if it could perhaps lighten his mood with something warming. “If you wish,” he said in a dark murmur. “Are you fairing?” you asked quietly and he glanced down at you, raising a brow towards the rim of his black tophat. “You seem, out of sorts, perhaps we should return home?” You continued in less than a heartbeat. “When you are ready to return, we will do so.” “But I—” “Love, I am well aware you adore this time of year, so when you are ready, we shall return.”

You tilted your head and looked at him, nodding after a moment while he smiled in a restrained way — as he usually did when you were out and about where others were present. I still feel as if something is not right with you. Perhaps I should say I’m tired?

The sound of a children's choir reached you that moment when you turned onto a bigger street leading to the main square. Oh, such a lovely sound, you thought to yourself and smiled as the sound grew louder while you walked on. The smell of hot chocolate was in the air, people calling out prices and haggling being done by each stand you passed until you reached the giant tree where a small platform had been placed for the choir to stand on.

“Isn’t it lovely?” you said in a manner that was a question yet also a statement. “Mmh,” Richard murmured in a slight drawl while you both stopped to listen to the children sing. “Mr Stokes, if you please, a pound for them,” you said and your ever-jolly butler scurried forward to place the coin in the bin collecting money for one of the orphanages in London.

You smiled at the children while Richard seemed to stiffen beside you, becoming further annoyed it seemed. You glanced up at your most beloved grump of a husband who wielded far more power in the city than you could truly understand. His jaw was clenched tight, his eyes cold and harsh while his pale skin held a slight hint of pink from the biting English winter. Something was most certainly wrong. He never acted in such a manner when you were on his arm unless someone said or did something he took offence at.

“Darling, are you sure you’re—” “Love, stop,” he gritted without looking at you. It stunned you for a moment as he never spoke in such a manner to you. He never withheld his attention from you either.

You felt your shoulders droop as you looked away from him, unable to hide the slight hurt marring your facial features while you looked at the singing children. “I’m tired, Richard,” you said quietly. “Can we return home, please?” “As you wish,” he said in yet another grumpy drawl and wasted no time turning the two of you around to march towards your home not too far away from the square with its prime location. Mr Stokes were hot on your heels, balancing the packages and basket he had been clever enough to bring for smaller items, most likely Mrs Marsh’s idea. She’s such a good housekeeper, and certainly thinks ahead each and every time. I wonder if she’s had time to bake those Christmas cookies she spoke of this morning?

The thought of those sweet treats made you smile for a moment as the two of you turned the corner and your home became visible. Richard was still stiff and cold beside you thought so that smile quickly vanished while your hand tensed around his arm.

Mr Stokes opened the door for the two of you and stepped aside. The house was beautifully decorated, thanks to you and the staff, and it felt wonderful to be back in the warmth. Only, you still felt cold when your husband behaved so strangely with you. He had never behaved in such a manner before.

“I shall be in my office,” he announced while rather quickly switching his boots and taking off his outer layers before you had barely had time to unbutton your winter cloaks two buttons at your upper chest. “Would you like some—” “No.”

You blanched at his interruption, stunned at the harsh tone of his voice. He stalked off before you even had a chance to ask what was wrong. “Are you alright, my Lady?” Mr Stokes asked which brought you out of the stunned state. “I don’t understand what’s gotten into him,” you confessed while removing your outer layers and switching your shoes for a more comfortable pair of slippers lined with fur to keep the chill of the floors away from your feet.

“Ah, my Lady,” Mrs Marsh said as she came from the hallway leading to the kitchen, “you have returned. And at just the right time,” she continued with a broad smile making her wrinkly face look happy. “Oh? Time for what?” you asked, feeling a bit warmer under her smile. “The first batch has just come out of the oven, piping hot, as you like them, my Lady,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes and you beamed at her. “Well, what are we waiting for? Lead the way!”

You groaned and hummed at the delicious treat as you bit off the head of a reindeer-shaped one. “So good, you are a fabulous baker, Elenora!” you called out to the housekeeper. It wasn’t quite proper to call the staff by their given names, and you had agreed to only do so in the house when no guests were present. “Thank you, my Lady,” she smiled as she pulled out the second batch from the wood-heated oven. “Can we turn on some music?” you asked the butler who beamed at you and instantly turned to start the gramophone already loaded with a disc of Christmas music.

The very same song you had heard all over town during the stroll played, filling the house with music while the smell of Christmas cookies wafted through the air. You had nearly forgotten about your husband's bad mood while you danced around the kitchen to a sweet carol when thumping, rushed steps grew louder.

“TURN THAT INFERNAL RACKET OFF!” Richard shouted in fury from the doorway. His dark baritone voice cut through the air like thunder overhead, making the air vibrate and your body stiffen. His cold eyes glared at the gramophone before he stalked over in long strides and yanked the disc out of it, throwing it on the floor.

Your breathing turned ragged as you backed away from the man you didn’t recognise. Never had he raised his voice in your presence. Never had he glared at you with such anger. Never had he acted with such fury in the proximity of you.

The joy seeped out of you instantly, the warmth in the previously happy kitchen stolen in a mere second. Mr Stokes and Mrs Marsh back to the stoic staff members you had met when you first came to London nearly a year ago. Their heads bowed, their bodies stiff under Richard’s glare for those three seconds he stood in the kitchen.

Your bum hit the back of the long table for preparations, your chest felt tight and for the first time a sliver of fear shot through you because of him. He looked so, enraged. Dangerous. And then he turned on his heel and rushed out of the kitchen with gritted teeth and clenched fists. “What in the world,” you asked the universe as you looked after the man you had never thought capable of looking at you with such fury in his eyes.

Your hands shook as you looked towards the disc on the floor, having skidded along the stone it was most likely ruined. Tears began to rim your eyes. “Now, my Lady, you’re alright,” Mrs Marsh said quietly as she stepped around the table while you tried to speak — opening and closing your mouth without a single noise leaving you. “You’re alright,” she said once more as she took one of your trembling hands in her warm and slender one, the other she stroked your back soothingly as your breaths turned into short pants the moment tears began to roll down your cheeks.

You looked at her. “He’s never-, he’s never-,” you began to say but your weak voice never turned into a sentence. “I know, it’s alright,” she said gently. “His Lordship struggles with Christmas. It is not your fault, my Lady,” she comforted but it didn’t feel right. He had been happy when you decorated the house, he’d been happy when you put up the tree, he’d been happy when you presented him with the stocking you had ordered for the fireplace with your name and his stitched on them.

“Now, let’s get you a warm bath, my Lady. You are shivering.” You nodded at her words, knowing full well both of you knew better. You weren’t shivering. You were trembling. Yet you allowed her to lead you to the bathroom two floors up. Allowed her to sit you down on the chair in the room while she filled the tub with steaming water. Allowed her to help undress you and assist you as you stepped into the water a moment later. All while your mind ran rampant, wondering what had happened to your husband and the happy mood he had been in for the past couple of days when Christmas had been all around him.

“I shall start supper, I’ll return in a moment to help you get dressed, my Lady.” “Thank you,” you whispered as you sank down further into the warm water, allowing it to reach your chin and cover you completely with warmth. It helped very little though.

After a while, you began to hum on one of the carols you’d heard over and over during the day, one of your favourites. The bath soothed you slowly but your heart hurt at the way your husband had acted, at how he had frightened you for the first time ever.

A knock came from the door and you stopped humming. “You can just come in, Elenora!” you called, but as it opened it wasn’t her. Richard stood in the doorway, his shoulders slumped and the harshness gone from his face. “Richard,” you said as he stepped inside the humid room and closed the door behind him. He looked at a loss. Much unlike your commanding and decisive husband, the man you loved so dearly despite all his faults and flaws.

“Love, I…” His words died out quietly while he avoided looking straight at you. It hurt seeing him look so lost, so uncertain. But the furious manner he had acted in a while ago still lingered in your head.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward until he sank down on one knee by the edge of the tub. “Love, I am sorry. I did not mean to behave in such a manner,” he confessed quietly, his baritone voice barely above a murmur while he kept avoiding your gaze, as if he felt ashamed of himself. “You frightened me,” you said. “Why did you act in such a way? You’ve never-, with me you have never behaved like that,” you continued and he sighed deeply. “I apologize,” he pushed out, worry evident in his dark voice. “Tell me why instead,” you prompted while reaching your soaked arm out only to grasp his hand with yours despite the water dripping from your skin.

He squeezed your hand before lifting it to his thin lips, placing the softest of kisses edged by some harsh resolve. “The carols,” he said and looked up at you, finding your eyes for the first time. “The carols?” “Yes,” he murmured, “the damned, repetitive carols.” “You don’t like music? But you play so beautifully, Richard.” “No, love, it’s not music. Merely, carols,” he gritted while looking down at your hand in his. “You don’t like carols?” “Every year, over and over, the same carols. The same tunes, the same words, the same notions of joy to the wretched world we inhabit. Over and over. Every damned year.”

It made sense. Your husband wasn’t fond of traditions, he wasn’t fond of repeating things or having to repeat himself beyond his daily breakfast habits or listening to anyone communicating something he had heard before. He abhorred words spoken more than once when they did not offer new meaning or a truth of some sort. Partly due to your occupation I presume. And he certainly wasn't fond of the world, which he'd confessed to being a gloomy and dreary place before he met you. Meaning every Christmas the world sang about joy he had been deep into the darkest depths of it. 

“I didn’t know, angel,” you said, trying your hardest to see it from his perspective when you yourself loved the comfort and security of repetitive things, traditions, habits and words spoken over and over in reassurance. In love with Christmas and the warmth it had always offered you when the world turned kinder.

“I won’t play carols at home again. I’m sorry, Richard. I truly didn’t know,” you said gently and he looked at you once more, his features softer and less creased as his worry melted away under your words. “You are blameless, love,” he said. “I should not have allowed myself to get to that point. You asked me if I was fairing and I avoided admitting the truth, and then you took some of the annoyance, the anger I had pent up. I am the only one to blame, not you. And I truly am so sorry, love.” You smiled at him, vowing to keep your home a carol-free place in the future for his sake.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Richard. For taking responsibility for your emotions and actions,” you said and leaned towards him. He met you halfway, your lips touching and instantly your heart fluttered. “You are the most wondrous woman, my love. I am most sorry, and I love you most dearly. Your patience with me—” he sighed deeply and pecked your lips once more “—is beyond what I deserve.” “Oh, Richard, you deserve all the patience when you work so hard to be open with me. I know you struggle with it, I know it’s hard for you. But one repetitive thing you can always count on is my love for you,” you said with a small giggle at his half-smile that softened everything about him. “That is something I do not mind being repetitive, as I do not mind hearing you speak the words over and over, every day, my sweet.”

“I love you,” you said, just to tease him. He chuckled and looked at you with wonder in his eyes. “I love you as well.” “And no more carols in this house,” you laughed out as you tugged on his hand to get him even closer, your noses touching. “Except when you sing them, love… Anything spoken in your voice is beautiful music to my ears.” “Richard…” you breathed out, tears in your eyes at his lovely words spoken with ringing truth.

Then, he kissed you. He drew you in without caring about his clothes getting wet while he held you tightly with only the rim of the tub as a barrier between the two of you.

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A/N: I hope this tugged on your heartstrings a bit darling 💚 Sometimes people own up to their mistakes, their wrongs, and I find it beautiful to have the courage and strength to do so. And, when it happens, I find it just as beautiful when the wronged offer forgiveness and understanding when the regret is honest. Forgiveness takes strength - both to ask for it and gift it - but I find more often than not that when it is done genuinely, things tend to sort themselves out one way or another.

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[Dec:2022]

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

NPD culture is HATING those hoes who do "testing people who listen to everything" and its a mainstream ass song. like sht the fuckkkkk up. put on sum shit like 'i cry cutely while sucking cock' (<- example of a wyld song by an artist i really like,,,) and yea, yr pretty chill with more obscure/'bad' music

but fuckin. popular ass pop songs? really? i know its wrong to judge other peoples music but when they think they're soooooooo underground for the most basic ass shit i cant help but feel better than them

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[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

Telekinesis Pt 3

Slight Smut, Petty activity and Drama.

"I don't like your hardheaded ass but I love you all the same." Lexi rolls her eyes as she hugs you. She came over first thing in the morning with fresh pomegranate juice and avocado egg toast with chili oil from your favorite food spot.

"I love you too but you gotta chill. I am an adult, I am more than capable of making my own decisions. Even if you don't agree with them." You scold her. You couldn't imagine her not caring about you but you needed her to also not judge you for being human and a lovesick fool.

"I don't." She quickly responds and you purse your lips. "But I will try not to be too opinionated about that trifling hoe."

You laugh, knowing that was the best you were going to get from her. Lexi was beyond protective and it was something you matched 100%. She was your best friend, your other half.

"Full disclosure, Shuri and I are going to dinner tonight. As friends." You bite your lip as Lexi takes a deep breath.

"I'll pray for you." Lexi sighs, moving to your kitchen to rummage through your fridge. "You went grocery shopping without me?"

You scoff a laugh. Dylan had surprised you with impromptu Whole Foods groceries. She personally picked up your groceries when she got hers and dropped them off after leaving this morning before heading to work.

It was something that made you like her even more. She always did thoughtful things. Bringing you flowers, food, books she thought you'd enjoy, vinyl records of music you loved, essentials your home needed when you were running low.

She catered to you completely and that baffled you. How she could so easily do right by you without even being asked. It drove you crazy at times trying to rationalize why she cared for you so much.

"Dylan actually did it for me." You look at your hands. You didn't want to see any judgment from her, she was team Dylan from day one.

"Hmmmm." Is all she says, and I know it's meant to be as annoying as it sounds. She wants to point out just how good Dylan is for you, you know it.

"I need to go workout and do some work. I'll hit you later." You say, heading for your bedroom to get dressed for the gym.

Having skipped the gym and any actual physical activity in the past three days had you itching to get back to your routine. You couldn't stomach being lazy, it led to very unhealthy habits. You'd promised to never get big again and that meant moving a lot as you loved food.

The gym wasn't as packed as normal, so you found a corner and did your glute warm up. Once you were done and had stretched, you went to do the stair master for 15 minutes then started doing RDL's, Hip Thrusts, Sumó Squats and Deadlifts. By the time you'd gotten through your strength training, you moved on to the stair master for 45 minutes on a higher level than normal pushing yourself as punishment for skipping three days worth of workouts.

By the end of your workout you were a sweating, out of breath mess. You wiped the sweat off your forehead and stretched again to cool down before heading to take a cold shower to help your muscles after such an exhausting workout.

You had plenty of time before Shuri was set to pick you up so you decided to go shopping. You wanted something new, something to make her eat her heart. You needed the validation, you wanted the confirmation that you could bring her to her knees.

You walk into a high end boutique you'd heard of. Everyone knew of it, you'd never dared to step foot in the store. However you were feeling bold and petty, so you were ready for anything.

You stared at a few dresses before you found one that made you stop in your tracks. It was beyond gorgeous, sexy, a definite jaw dropper.

"Hello!" A bright voice says, breaking you from your gaze. You turned to see the short girl from the club. Miss Riri Williams.

You'd stalked Shuri enough to know this girl was a regular. No one had lasted as long as Miss Williams. Shuri was a love them and leave them type but for some reason she'd been linked to Miss Williams for six months.

"Hi." You reply, staring at her. You sized her up discreetly. She was pretty, it was obvious and that shook you to the core to admit.

"How can I help you today?" She says, her eyes widening a bit as she recognized you. You could tell by the way her eyes widened slightly.

"I'm looking for a dress for tonight." You take a deep breath. "I'd like that one." You gesture towards the dress you'd been staring at.

"Oh, ok...." She mutters, her eyes moving from you to the dress and then back. "What size?"

"10." You mumble. You felt uncomfortable at times with sizes and admitting them.

"Let me grab your size and I'll meet you in the dressing room. Did you see anything else you might want to try?" Riri asks.

"No, just the dress. I have the perfect shoes in mind." You assure her, before heading to where you see the dressing room.

While you wait for her to bring the dress your phone rings.

Incoming call - Lexi 🤞🏾

You rolled your eyes and sent it to voicemail as you pulled off your clothes. Stacking them neatly on the lounger. You stared in the mirror at your frame. You were thick, with a semi flat tummy.

You could see the glute pump from your workout as you turned slightly in the mirror. Your ass was a definite obsession for you. Coming from never having an ass to having a whole shelf was a huge confidence boost. You'd always been sensitive about having no booty, having no body that you would binge eat.

"Ok, I have--" Riri stopped talking as she walked in and saw you standing half naked on the small platform. Her eyes rolled over your frame. "Uhhhmmmm. I have the dress."

You smirk internally at the look on her face. Before taking your bra off and taking the dress from her to Slide over your head. The slinky dress hugged your every curve. It had slits in the sides that showed quite a bit of skin. You would definitely have to go sans panties.

"Are you going on a date?" Riri asks, clearing her throat. You knew she was uncomfortable and you were loving every minute of it.

"I'm not sure what to call it." You shrug as you turn to see yourself in the mirror at different angles.

"Well you look amazing." Riri compliments, and you could telll she meant it.

"Let's hope my ex thinks so too." You say, suggestively. A smirk on your lips, as you turned your gaze towards hers.

"You're meeting up with an ex?" She raised a brow. The connection was made and you could see the frustration in her eyes as she fought to remain professional.

"You know what they say 'Can't leave 'em alone' and all that." You joke, watching as she tensed slightly.

A few moments pass as you continue to stare blankly wanting her mind to conjure up the many possibilities of what could take place tonight. A small part of you felt bad knowing she'd done nothing to you to deserve any of your energy.

"I'll take the dress." You say, before slipping it off and getting dressed. You hand the dress over to her and watch as she heads for the counter.

"Have a good night." She says, her tone wavering. You had to give her credit, even though she was upset she was respectful.

As you paid and wished her a good night, you made sure to make one last comment to solidify trouble for Shuri.

"If she really appreciates what's underneath the dress, I'll definitely be back." You leave with a quick wave.

The moment your back home you quickly refresh yourself, have a smoothie to fill you up a bit and get ready while listening to music. Once you're finished getting ready, you snap a few pics and save them.

Hair (Minus headband) and Makeup

Your dress

"You look good.... like really good..." Shuri mutters, swallowing hard. As you open the door for her. You watch her, in a black blazer with no bra, giving hella peekaboo but classy and matching fitted wide leg pants and heels.

"I know." You say, mustering up every bit of confidence you can manage.

As you get into her sports car, she stares at you her eyes full of curiosity.

"Why did you go see Riri?"

"Why did I go shopping at your little girlfriend's job?" You snort, your eyes rolling. Noting the clench of her jaw. She hated when you did that.

"Y/n." She scolds.

"I wanted something to wear and I found it. This dress was made for me." You say, seductively as you crossed one leg over the other.

"You're something else." Shuri laughs, as she starts the car and drives off.

"Sorry if your girlfriend was offended by me giving her a pretty nice sized commission." You smirk. It was clear that Riri had ran to Shuri to either complain or accuse her.

"Not offended and she's not my girlfriend." Shuri shakes her head.

"Ah, I'm sorry. The girl you're fucking." You correct yourself, pulling your phone out. You were too bothered and that in itself told you that you shouldn't have come.

"Why do you care?" It made you angry at how easy Shuri could play anything off.

"I don't." Is all you said. The rest of the car ride was silent despite Shuri trying on several occasions to start a conversation.

When she pulled into the familiar neighborhood, you tensed. You'd thought she'd be taking you out, somewhere public. Yet here you were at her home, the familiar massive piece of scientific design in all it's glory.

Instead of saying anything you left the car not waiting for her to open your door like she'd done when she'd picked you up. You head straight for her front door that swung open the moment you touched the pad by the door.

She either kept your information in Griot's system or went back and added it after she'd talked to you. You stepped in, feeling the heat of her body behind you. Your eyes taking in the familiar decor.

There were quite a few new things to add to the old things since you'd last been there. The first time you'd come it looked very lonely and felt cold. This time it looked lived in, there were portraits of various times in Shuri's life with her family.

"You kept it." You say, looking at the biggest piece of artwork she had. You'd painted her mother.

"Or course I did." Shuri says, incredulously as if she could not believe the question.

"Your Home looks lived in..." You comment on the decor. Feeling strange in her private space after so long.

"Riri helped me decorate. She said it looked like a rental rather than a private residence." Shuri reluctantly admits. The comment angers you, knowing she let the girl have rule over her domain.

"She did a good job." You had to admit the girl had good taste.

"I had a chef come in and prepare your favorites, everything's on the warmer. If you'd like to go have it?" Shuri asks, and you nod as she leads the way to her dining room.

"What have you been up to?" Shuri inquires. You idly wondered if she ever checked up on you like you had her. As the two of you sit side by side, she pours wine for the both of you and fills the water glasses.

"Work, Gym, Lexi, and Dylan." You shrug. Your life was in a semi better place. You went out more, you traveled, you had fun with Dylan. Then of course there was the obsessive stalking Shuri's every move on social media.

"Is it serious, you and Dylan?" You could see how bothered she was by the way she said Dylan's name.

"I don't think that’s your business." You quickly shut that down.

"Yet Riri is yours?"

"Considering you lied to me about her... I'd say I'm right in keeping my private business just that; mine." You shrug.

“What lie?” Shuri looks confused.

“You said you’ve never fucked her but the two of you are pretty touchy. And the way Riri looked today, there’s no denying she’s your woman.” You grab the glass of wine and down it, feeling frustrated with the topic. You lean over a bit to grab the bottle to pour more.

“I’ve never fucked Riri.” Shuri raises a brow. “We’re close. I mean we’ve been dating but nothing has happened as it stands… We aren’t exclusive.”

“Love that for you.” The words like acid on your tongue. Now your visit to the boutique felt right. You hoped it shook the tiny girl to her core.

“Y/n…”

“What have you been up to?” You wave her off not wanting to be treated like a delicate flower. She had no reason yo apologize or try to coddle you. She wasn’t yours.

“Well lately I’ve been working on businesses that hire African Americans, trying to bridge the gap in the economy that’s screwed them over for so long.” Shuri grabs the plates of food off the warmer; placing one in front of her and the other in front of you.

“That’s really amazing.” You commend her, she was fulfilling her brother’s goals.

“I’m working on buying up land to make communities for black people only, as problematic as that sounds they deserve their own space free from outside interference constantly trying to bring them down systemically. They deserve protection and—“

Your phone rings, interrupting her and you bite your lip as you take it out of your bag.

Mi Sol 🧡

You look up at Shuri who’s face is blank. You give her an apologetic look as you answer the call, you’d told yourself you’d be more present and put in effort with Dylan and that meant taking her serious and making her a priority.

“Hey!” You greet her.

“Hi, mami.” She returns, her voice full of warmth. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Thank you baby.” You smile, compliments were something you enjoyed and compliments from Dylan were even better because she constantly hyped you up.

“I miss your beautiful smile, your luscious lips, your other lips…” She giggles and you realize she’s tipsy. She’s horny whenever she gets tipsy. More than normal.

“Baby…” You whine, as you think of the many good things that happen when she’s tipsy.

“Whaaaaaaat?” She says, innocently. “I can’t say how obsessed I am with my girlfriend? How she has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen? How I wanna taste said pretty pussy?”

“Lani…” You sigh, knowing exactly what she was doing. She was trying to get you to either come over or go back home. You had a feeling Lexi told her exactly who you were with.

“You know that thing I do with my tongue… that thing that has your toes curling and your eyes rolling into the back of your head?” She continues.

“Ay, mami…. No me jodas.” You pout, knowing she was purposely making you wet.

“Your bed is mighty lonely without you…” She says and you roll your eyes as she giggles again.

“Baby, I’ll be back soon.” You tell her.

“Hurry…. I know my pussy misses me.” Dylan declares and you cross your legs.

“I’ll be back soon.” You repeat before hanging up. You look at Shuri and your brows furrow at the look on her face. Her veins are showing in her face and her jaw is clenched.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Shuri mumbles. “I take it you have to leave?”

“Not right now. You were telling me about what you were doing.” You remind her, watching as she slowly loosens up.

“I don’t want to keep you from your girlfriend.” She snaps and you stare at her in surprise.

“Ok, then.” You nod to yourself before pushing your chair back and standing. Just as you’re about to walk off, Shuri’s quickly at your side with her hand clasping your wrist.

“Wait Sthandwa, I apologize. I was wrong to speak to you like that.” Shuri pleads, her eyes begging me to stay. I exhale, pulling my wrist from her hold.

“Seems we both care more than we should.” You point out, sitting back in your seat.

The rest of the dinner is tame. You both steer away from heavy conversations and focus on your career, and what you’ve both been doing to better yourselves physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. The last one is shocking to you when Shuri admits she believes in the Ancestors now and the saying ‘Everything Happens For A Reason’

For the longest time she was so angry at everything. When she’d lost her family it’d seemed like she’d lost herself as well. Sitting and conversing with her as she reflected on how much she’d changed and matured over the years made you feel slightly envious that you couldn’t do that for her.

It went without saying that Riri was the one that helped her and that made you feel worthless. You’d tried when you were together to help her, to heal her, to be her peace and she seemed too combative against it. She warred with you when all you tried to do was make her smile, bring happiness into her life.

What did Riri do that was so different from what you tried to do? How was she able to awaken the loving Shuri you’d heard so much about and could barely get. What did she have that you didn’t? Sure she was a pretty girl and she had a skinny, tiny body but it couldn’t just be looks. Shuri had been with enough women that looks couldn’t be the factor.

“You deserve every piece of happiness you can find.” You sum up the strength to say, feeling guilty for the anger and jealousy that was stirring in you.

While it was clear Shuri had grown. It was even clearer that you hadn’t. You’d changed for sure. But it clearly wasn’t for the best.

[seokjinsonlyone]

Good morningggg Ari gworl! Now don’t judge me on this and mainly why I’m thinking about this in the am. But like I love your headcanons so I just needed to know 😂

What percent BDE does each member give off???

girlie you don’t even wanna know what be going through my mind in the morning sksksjjd so this is a judgment free zone 🥳 also THANK YOOOUUU now let’s get down to business 😈

yoongi: 613% walks around with it draped over his shoulder like a cape like anyone who’s masculinity is as secure as his gotta have a third leg

joon: 444% think about the fact that we never seen joon naked the rest of them (aside from yoongi) have bared their souls to us like okay we had the occasional nip slip and his biceps make appearances and he’d have to wear a binder in order to hide his tiddies but like we ain’t got the full effect thus far like he’s the only one that got the hoes weak in da knees over thoughts silhouettes freaking words he starts talking about art and the girlies start swooning also look at his feet

[rest]

jin: 212% i’m not even referring to the king condom scandal like this man he just does and says whatever he wants you gotta be hanging to not care as much as seokjin like

the way he ate the tannies up in his investment evaluation like a whole singer said the music industry’s six feet under sjakjdnekwjs if his dick ain’t big his balls sure are huge (i know bc they was chilling on the counter that one time)

tae: 110% he’s just so self assured in his weirdness that you know it’s big like he got a easter island head tissue dispenser and

whatever this is going on and a host of other atrocities and then his affinity toward jazz like he’s in a league of his own and so is his junk

jungkook: 98% i mean… if he doing it every hour every minute every second seven days a week and it ain’t shrivel up and fall off yet gotta be a pretty big package nah mean

jimin: 95% now this is one very domineering man and he really does seem decently hung but even more so he seems like it doesn’t matter what size his dick is he knows how to use it very well like man without a doubt will have you seeing stars and ya know that’s what bde is all about me thinks

hobi: hobi is not a sexual being he’s a little baby cutie pie and he belongs in my pocket HOSEOK on the other hand stands at a solid 75% tbh he got them fboi vibes like the ones that you know get around but at the same time they’re really cool and funny so you don’t dislike them he has that energy where you’re like you think it might be but you’re not sure and you kinda wanna find out J HOPE is at a good 87% like a very diligent ceo type beat tbh but like a benevolent ceo he’s a great boss to work under but can and will crack the whip if necessary especiallywhen he’s in dance teacher mode you just KNOW that he’s packing something serious and JAY has like 1000000% bde he got that MONSTER Schlong like god it’s just bopping around smacking anyone within a 5ft radius BEWARE of jay bc honestly that’s one ride that you may not make it back from 😭😭😭

[stuckinapril]

“to break the ice or to not” the second falling out.

the second falling out was with fish. me and her were a lot closer than me and crab or her and crab. we were best friends. during quarantine is when we got the closest. we both made sunday our hang out day. we have the same sense of humor and we can spend time together doing nothing and it was still enjoyable. we talk to each other in a bitchy way as a joke and we both are fine with it. well around april of this year, she got a new job. she made new friends. which of course is fine but it felt like she started pushing me to the side. our sundays were now being cut short so she could go out with her friends. she would ask me mid hang out “so when are you leaving” as a “joke” but it still hurt. i’m not used to being open with my emotions with her though. so i didn’t mention how i felt to her. she would sometimes leave and i would just stay in her living room talking to her mom while she went with her friends. she then started talking to a boy. she told me she didnt want to tell me his name bc she didnt know if it would be anything serious or not. i completely understood that. the following week, we are in her car and she says “oh yeah i told xyz and crab about me and (the boys name).” then i said “so that’s his name?” she says oh sorry i forgot to tell you. again i didnt feel comfortable sharing how i felt with her so i kept it to myself but i was hurt. me and her were best friends and she told people who she said she didnt like or didnt talk to much before me. then her and the boy started dating and i found out because she was having a conversation with her mom about it and i was in the room. i said “i didnt know you were dating” and again she says she forgot to tell me. the biggest one is when she was intimate with him for the first time. i was the last one to find out again. she said she waited to tell me because she thought i would “judge her for being a hoe” i dont even know why she would think that. i used to give her advice for when this moment would happen for her and told her i would always be there if she needed anything. all this was already weighing on me and the most pointless thing ended our friendship. her mom was having a costume party and we were talking about our costumes. she didnt have a job and was low on money so i told her that i had any makeup she would need for her costume because i didnt want her to spend money. she said “bro you act like i don’t have any makeup”. that caught me off guard because i was trying to be helpful and she came at me in a rude way. later on she told me she went to the store and bought makeup. i said “i was just telling you i had makeup so you didnt have to buy any” and she said “bro chill out” again caught me off guard but by this point i was mad. i told her i didnt like how she was talking to me. we went back and forth and eventually she said “im sorry you took it the wrong way” talking about the “bro you act like i dont have any makeup” and the “bro chill out”. that didnt seem like an apology to me because she wasn’t taking accountability for what she said. i just didnt respond to her text and we havent talked since. that was 2 months ago. now for both situations, there are times i want to reach out and talk about it but i think about how little they tried and then i don’t. i do miss them but i don’t know if it’s worth it.

no! it’s really, really not worth it. take it from me. i’m the kind of person who used to cut people slack and always take pride in being the “bigger person.” but there are right ways to be the bigger person & wrong ways to be the bigger person. the wrong ways to be the bigger person typically get you walked on. you crawling back to her after that attitude would read to her as you having no self respect, which would cause her to mistreat you even more. why? bc hitting her up essentially means you’re ok w her actions. it’s not like you walked away permanently.

there’s nothing more to be said about this. her not hitting you up is all the closure you need. trust me. i’m saying this bc you’re probably like “well we need to talk.” i disagree w that. verbal communication is a tool, but (as counterintuitive as that may sound) it’s not the only tool you have. actions so often speak louder than words. her actions are saying, very clearly, that you’re dispensable to her. she’s also on her bitch wave for no fucking reason, like who has time for that ??

if you really, really, really want this person in your life, you need to manage your expectations before contacting her again. know she’ll probably continue being an entitled bitch & know that she doesn’t value you the way you value her. i don’t recommend this. i think you only have so much time in your day for so many things, and this is one inconvenience you don’t need. there are 7 (almost 8, actually) billion people in this world. 7 billion. there’s someone out there who’ll treat you way better than she does. this is all to say, i don’t think it’s worth it ahah. you seem so sweet & they both seem like high drama. guard your energy and preserve it for better people

[punkscowardschampions]

GC Party & Cali & Barly & Ronali

[okay so, pre-Ali’s bonfire night party, Cali go shopping for their ootns and then Carly comes back to the mcvickers gaff to help set up/get ready and generally have a nice time, girl Ro is salty because she has not seen Ali up to this point and she already hates Carly with a fiery passion, not helped by the fact that Tomeena are also around helping to set up and doing some cute baking for this party and they ofc like Carly and everyone is having fun together baking and kitchen dancing and vibing except for this antisocial autistic bitch lol]

Ali: [the way you make us feel so guilty and break our heart, Rosaline, trying so hard to involve you until it becomes obvious that you’re happier hiding away from all the fun but we’re still here feeling like shit in the background, as is your energy when you’re not being prioritised as much as you would like by this gal; at least everyone else is having a good time, even if Tomeena are in their not acknowledging any possibility of a crush phase here, it’s not unbearably awkward]

Carly: [I actually hate her because we all know that Tommy would also try SO hard to include her and also try his best to have a word with her about how Ali feels like shit without sparking ww3, meanwhile Carly has only ever tried and wanted to be her friend and is here doing EVERYTHING possible in the entire world to make Ali smile cos we all know she’s upset, do your best to still have a not unbearable time lads]

Ali: [she really is the elephant in the room right now in this era, until Tess just let’s y’all be in the same bedroom again because this has actually made her worse and we all know it but we’re trying to not give in lol, you better hope your sister is out, girl, or she’ll be dragging you out of your room and making you do something with her and Tess, like she also doesn’t have better things to be doing lol; ANYWAY, at least you four can do your best here to enjoy the festivities and entertain baby Rocky until he wants to go help Fearghal build the fire with the wood and random crap you’re burning, remember to check for snoozy creatures everybody]

Carly: [seriously, it’s blatantly obvious she only puts her mourning clothes on and attends this party at all because either Bea or Tess force her, it’s horrible and her bday is not gonna be one to look forward to either, but at least we have cali and tomeena flirty baking happening and Carly and baby Rocky are everything because she’ll just be encouraging him to be even more cray than he already is, then y’all can have a fun getting dressed up montage before the lads and any other guests come]

Ali: [this is giving a cosy, close affair so unless Tommy has invited any other friends, I feel like it’s just y’all and if Baze are making an appearance, the friends they are probably going to hang with somewhere else after, soz to Meena who will be feeling legitimately shy around these boys but you’ll be okay hun]

Carly: [I honestly feel like Tommy doesn’t have many friends because of the whole everyone thinking he’s a massive gay and everyone judging this fam as weird cos of joeray and everything that has occurred so he maybe has a couple of friends/small group of that are girls in his year, like the Savannah face for all that content I have, who he’d probably invite, but Meena is shamelessly his bestie when they aren’t in school, don’t worry girl he’ll be feeling awks around these boys too and like he’s gonna be hatecrimed, and I’m sure Ali’s nemesis and next door neighbour will be peering her head over the fence to see what’s going on which is funny and awkward too, thankfully these boys are chill and Moses isn’t allowed to gatecrash]

Ali: [that tracks to me, like atm Ali probably doesn’t have a shit ton because we’re only just out of the poisoning allegations era and y’all were a weird little trio then so she has yet to amass her many acquaintances but for sure that hoe is tryna peep and your parents are probably gonna complain about the fireworks like they wouldn’t do the same when it’s NYE or whenever because no one else is gonna be celebrating so it will be like what the hell, like Leesha, get over it lmao]

Carly: [mhmm, hence cali are friends rn and as close as they are because Carly has none either and has likewise been outcast, speaking of, catch her being the life and soul of this party because already high af from the second she arrived because she has to be for her crippling anxiety that she is only self medicating because her mum sucks, this sweet baby angel just making friends with anyone who will let her and giving everyone compliments and doing irish dancing with tomeena and the gals Tommy clearly made friends with through his dance and theatre clubs, playing with baby Rocky every chance she gets + Ali’s cat, it’s giving the vibes of that bbq we did when we did the cali era OG when Ali was dating k-stew, but Carly’s mood is gonna change when the lads get here because weird between her and boy Ro and weird between her and Bart, so she’ll be going even harder to try and mask that]

Ali: [very much that is the energy, everyone here knows you’re high but what are you going to do, kick this child out to be high in the streets, no, better to have her here where you can keep an eye mcvickers, you’re actually decent parents, despite your flaws; oh lads, the shaky alliances that have been formed, y’all probably feel so awkward, hence we’ve also got to go in making you feel at home, which means immediately finding you drinks so our father does not corner you, at least your garden is big enough ‘cos it backs onto the mountains that there is room in this garden to have a very definite ‘kids’ corner lack of a better word so you’re not straight up mingling with mcvickers and co lol, catch Ali holding Carly’s hand when she’s pressed these drinks into both of theirs]

Carly: [mcvickers are good parents despite having dropped the ball recently, hence poor Tess doing everything in her power rn to get girl Ro to join in with this party and eat something which sadly will only mean she’s there mute, reading a creepy girl book, and starving herself, but you know, Carly meanwhile do be pulling Ali away to dance like she really loves this song and they gotta even if she doesn’t know it because soz lads we can only deal with smiling and exchanging the most OTT yet bland pleasantries for a sec before we wanna die, even as high as she is, gotta go]

Ali: [her hands are very full getting the bare minimum from this girl, we get it; we’ll make that sort of face like oop, guess that settles that as we’re whisked away to dance, brb boys, we will find you, ‘are you okay?’ in this girl’s ear as we’re bopping]

Carly: [catch Ronan watching this intensely like cali are putting on a show for his benefit, soz sir Carly is just gay for Ali and everything she does has a flirty undertone, it’s not actually about or for you, and Bartley trying not to look because he hates when Carly be out here making a holy show of herself which alas is always ‘I am now, like’ back in Ali’s ear, playing with her hair way more than is necessary to uncover it, because lads, cannot be overstated here this couldn’t be less about you, she’ll never be happier than when it’s just cali having a time together and that’s the tea]

Ali: [not that, sis, when we have to remind you we have a ‘boyfriend’ so you don’t get your hopes up, in a subtle, non-mean way, ‘cos never wanna outright say the words again after that fiasco lol, poor Bartley, your crush must be a mystery to even you at this point because truly, never less of a time or place for it; at least no one is noticing you go red when there’s a literal fire right there, Alison, shaking your head and thus your hair in an oh you move at Carly, flicking your eyes towards Bartley actually subtly in a ‘what’s the plan?’ Energy without actually saying the words]

Carly: [when you laugh at Alison’s hair antics whether that actually tickles you or not, in a genuine I’m high and happy in this moment pure sort of way and we all know that boy and his crush can’t ignore that so as you’re looking over at him, in an undoubtedly less subtle way, because high as a kite, y’all accidentally catch each other’s eye for a moment and then Carly has to look away and literally bury her entire self in Alison because oh no that wasn’t the plan]

Ali: [doing your own laughter to cover the fact Carly is hiding right now to assure this boy you aren’t laughing at him here, no no, swaying so Carly is faced away from them and you’re the one facing them because you can handle it even if you are like oh my GOD right this second ‘okay, we’re not doing that’ in a jokey tone because we’re not mad about it obviously, just pondering what we will because the guestlist is too small for us to ignore them all evening, imagine lol]

Carly: [this girl like oh great I wanna die, even if we’re styling it out like a v romantic slow dance moment that we fully intended cali to be having ‘what are we?’ because she isn’t Ro and doesn’t wanna ignore them but also not trying to make a big scene about it either like CAN WE TALK because she is not that bitch either]

Ali: [‘we’re so dumb’ as you are slow dancing because this is awkward and you’re not used to that feeling, again, having to laugh at it though because not an emo bitch, this gives you an idea though so being like OH and dragging her to go find a bucket or some cards or whatever you may need so y’all can play a drinking game because that way you’re interacting but no one is having deep and meaningful because gotta focus, bring the essentials back to these lads like okay, let’s do this boys]

Carly: [doing an adorably sad and pouty face about how dumb they are like oh no I hate that for us but she can’t help but laugh too obvs, and also be buzzing about this idea, inviting tomeena and his friends to play too, whether they decide to or not, I like to think at least one of Tommy’s friends will fancy either Bartley or Ronan and thus be up for it lol, but then coming back to join in, absolutely sitting on Alison for no reason whatsoever except closeness so it’s less scary of a concept and the flirty vibe there always is, like okay, let’s play]

Ali: [god bless you guys, immediately picking a game whereby Meena can join in but not have to drink, like it’s just a secondary part of it if you catch my vibe, because you’re the youngest and not that girl unlike these girls necessarily so we don’t want you to feel like you’ve gotta get schwasted to be included here; just being that bitch to make sure everyone knows the rules and setting it up, whilst snuggling Carly casually]

Carly: [I love that and I love Ali for it because Meena is so young, they all are, and I’m sure some of Tommy’s friends are shyer than others/not as boy hungry and loud theatre/dance girl stereotype as the one is and he isn’t a massive drinker at this age or lowkey ever really, not the way Fraze is or Ali can be, so it’s nice and I appreciate it, as I do these gals snuggling always, I definitely also imagine tomeena playing as a team where possible which I equally love, whether it’s him taking the drink so she doesn’t have to or them working together for whatever these rules are]

Ali: [I know so few drinking games honestly but as it doesn’t matter, we can say this one is a pairs one perhaps so this extra girl can nab whichever of these boys she fancies, forces the other girl to go with the other one, which means tomeena and cali are free to live their lives, soz to that other girl but you’re probably still less shy than Meena and we’re not doing it to her haha, Alison do be lowkey competitive in the fun way so this will break the ice and y’all can feel more like you normally do when you hang]

Carly: [I think we should say the extra girl fancies Bartley because then that will keep him busy and away from Carly but also make her feel a type of way like oh, meanwhile the shyer girl, who is probably Savannah because she’s a bit weird, can be with Ronan and be fine because he only has eyes for Ali anyway/is nice and definitely the nicer of the two lads]

Ali: [that makes logical sense, storywise have Carly confronting if she too fancies this boy back or no, and everyone in the group is getting along, definitely grabbed some of the best food shamelessly so y’all are pigging that, Rocky probably wants to join in at some point even though he has no clue how to play so that’ll really derail the game into a toddler just telling y’all what to do to amuse himself greatly and feel so big and clever]

Carly: [mhmm, like, picture it cinematically, if this gal goes for it and kisses Bartley at some point during this party and in contrast to the cowboy costume matching moment when Carly did not give a shit, this time witnessing it she’s like OH, that’s slay of us as a device, but for rn she’s living her best life, firstly because cali are shamelessly winning pre-Rocky’s takeover and post it she’s as per encouraging him to be a little chaos demon]

Ali: [it’s v good, go us, me having just finished the ronali bit of that convo and him being determined it won’t be awkward, so clearly effort is being put in there, Ali would definitely help you set up the fireworks whilst everyone else is now happily distracted and the mood has loosened up somewhat, hitting him with a ‘hey’ like you’ve only just arrived]

Ronan: [lord, he would be trying, the boy’s a trier despite his every impulse to want to be as extra with Ali as Carly is being, bless him ‘hey yourself’ amused]

Ali: [‘alright, shit hostess, I know’ holding your hands up like I admit it ‘you got a drink if not a greeting’ cheersing your own against his as you say this, looking back at whatever Carly and Rocky are up to now, shaking your head]

Ronan: [a grin at her as he takes a swig of said drink like I’ll drink to that, jokingly, following her gaze and making an affectionate sort of what is she like noise about Carly, cos trying with her too after that awkwardness]

Ali: [turning your sights on this gal who has decided she wants on Bartley and literally hmming at this because on the one hand she’s keeping him busy and thus Carly isn’t freaking out but you also shamelessly think it would be nice for Carly to go there with someone who isn’t as horrible as Moses so you’re truly torn on it, shrugging as you turn back and return his grin with a smile ‘aren’t you glad you didn’t have to meet my parents now?’ like it could be more awkward, we should all be thankful]

Ronan: [again following where she’s looking cos this boy is probably quite oblivious as a lot of boys are but this girl is clearly being quite extra so you can’t entirely fail to notice, shaking your head at her whoever she may be, but you’re probably more in the camp of Bartley getting with her if anyone and leaving Carly be at this party and lowkey ever so, but you’re distracted from those thoughts by Ali smiling and what she just said, doing a subtle but apparent back of the neck scratch or whatever he did when things were awkward before, trying not to noticeably blush at remembering when you thought she wanted you to meet her parents, as he looks over at mcvickers trying to laugh it off like lol yep]

Ali: [from your POV, I don’t blame you for being on the opposite team, it could go disastrously wrong and it’s already awkward for us all and you don’t even know how much at this point; anyway, not as if we’re about to fight this girl over it, you can live ma’am lol, meanwhile we’re nudging into this boy with our shoulder because meant to be all bants here, helping him assemble/open/whatever needs to be done to the firework he is currently working on ‘they’re too busy parenting for our bullshit, so, we can do what we want’ trying to say that breezily and like it’s nothing but a good thing but there’s blatant tenseness because it is parenting of Ro we’re talking about, not the toddler you would assume]

Ronan: [Tommy is probably a bit like can you as my friend not get with this random gypsy boy who is friends with my sister and may or may not wanna fight me, but he’s busy with Meena as he always is when they are together cos he is a child of mcvickers and they all have the co-dependence drilled into them and she’s his person for it, ANYWAY, I’ll be here throwing out every cliche I can about these fireworks like his hand brushing hers a sec too long etc etc we all know the vibes ‘and what’s it you want?’ as a genuine question despite all the flirty vibes of his actions]

Ali: [Poor Thomas, no one lets you live ever, luckily for you Bartley is not dangerous and your friend can have her flirt and live to see another day, he’s quite shy so honestly this girl is probably being way more than he is haha; thinking about this for a pause ‘to blow shit up’ said like obviously and grinning at him now because lord knows pissing about with fireworks is the best thing you can do because you’re not a clueless boy so vibes are never lost on you]

Ronan: [have some fun actually blowing shit up lads because he’d wanna make her happy and it’s also something he’s clearly into as we know from Halloween, Tess will deal with the knobhead neighbours, Carly and Rocky having the most fun with this too + Tommy and Meena enjoying this romantic vibe which I’m sure his horny friend is trying to make the most of and poor Bartley is probably like please calm down]

Ali: [at least limited talking can be done ‘cos you have to light these fireworks and then run back as fast as you can, which is an amusing time, throwing yourself at the ground to watch these fireworks, love that you’re wearing such an inappropriate outfit for this, all leather, oh girl, you’ve committed now and you’re gonna be roasting lol]

Ronan: [we all know Ronan is watching Ali’s face and reaction to the fireworks instead of them because he is that cliche, Carly’s outfit is similarly inappropriate for the event and I lol, at least if you bought that coat instead of just window shopping it gal you have that to throw on the ground and lie on, but it wouldn’t surprise me if you couldn’t afford it and are therefore without one, should we say the girl is peak cliche and the kiss happens during these fireworks going off or wait a bit til later in the night?]

Ali: [hmm, like, you have no reason NOT to be a cliche, you are literally a drama kid so, you would, also gives Ali and Ronan a reason not to see because they’re too busy with said fireworks so let’s go for it]

Carly: [meanwhile poor Carly SEES this in caps and literally has to escape into the house because feels like she’s been punched in the stomach by it, I hope girl Ro isn’t in there lurking because you don’t need her being a massive bitch when you’re trying not to lose it]

Ali: [girl Ro you better know what’s good for you sis, you’ll surely keep your bitchy thoughts to yourself because she’s not with Ali and that’s when you hate her the most, soz that you’re not going to realise she’s gone anywhere until these fireworks are done with because why would you, tapping Ronan on the shoulder and gesturing for him to look at Bartley and this girl, even if they’ve stopped making out, it’s clear what the vibe is]

Ronan: [doing a lil whistle at them, whether they notice or not, because not fully being in their face @ them with it in a Moses way, it’s more at Ali like ooh get them haha]

Ali: [pushing him like don’t be mean but you’re also laughing a little until you’re looking around and realise Carly ain’t anywhere to be seen like oh, yeah, she could be in the toilet but we just know that’s not the reason so we’re gesturing to Ronan like hold on, just need to check something as we’re making our way towards the house]

Ronan: [catch this boy watching her go, utterly confused, because he rudely but very legitimately has not realised Carly is MIA, going to get himself another drink or whatever because everything is fine from his POV]

Carly: [but catch Carly literally hiding in whatever the nearest small space is to wherever she entered the house be it the french doors or back door or front door, I’m literally picturing her standing in a cupboard with all the coats or something and it’s the saddest but most adorable image]

Ali: [thank god it is Alison who finds you because anyone else would be so scared/confused to find you in a cupboard casually, we’ll be here returning the sad pout face and putting our arms out like come here you because we know, we saw enough when we finally did]

Carly: [walk into her outstretched arms like you’re a bub and she is the mum you deserve but don’t have, it’s giving the saddest game of hide and seek ever]

Ali: [have this cuddle, it’s okay girl, feel your feelings, we’re just here letting you say or do as little or as much as you want]

Carly: [here dropping compliments that are specific to this girl not just generic ones like she’s really pretty but genuine things about why we think she is great/well suited to this boy, with the unspoken being and we are not]

Ali: [‘they’ve only just met’ very gently but insistent because it is just a kiss]

Carly: [when you’re so in a spiral you can’t even register it’s not that deep even if you know it because you’re not cray, shaking your head to dismiss that like it doesn’t matter when it does, leaving her hair where it is as something to hide behind like 🥺]

Ali: [‘he was kissing cowgirl last week’ said in the same calming, almost sing-song voice you use to soothe a kid because he was and that was nothing and thus this can be the same, smoothing her hair, if not tucking it behind her ears, ‘cos she can hide if she wants to]

Carly: [‘last week I didn’t care’ because she truly did not and so she wasn’t expecting the reaction she just had to hit her at all never mind as hard as it just did, said in a um wtf is wrong with me kind of tone]

Ali: [making a noise like I know, I know because there isn’t logic to these things, and you can’t control how and when they happen ‘what would you like to do?’ because we can stay in this cupboard for as long as you like]

Carly: [‘poison her’ with a mischievous look in her eyes like lol ‘but your ma won’t be letting none of that go on, not on her watch, not again’ because if we’re serious about this we’ll never leave this cupboard actually, but the sigh that follows is more sincere]

Ali: [‘still dealing with the consequences of last time’ looking towards the neighbour's house even though you’re inside and can’t actually see or hear them kicking off rn ‘but for you-’ gesturing like let’s go and find the poison, as if you have loads kicking about]

Carly: [‘sure then, we’ve to head back outside ourselves, one less thing for her to worry herself about, what we’re up to in here’ said so flirtily as she pulls Alison from this cupboard in a similarly v flirty move but we’re sincerely going back as though there’s no other option because hiding in here forever doesn’t feel like a valid one for who this gal projects herself to be]

Ali: [‘all she worries about is boys’ rolling your eyes at your mother, the man-hater, as if she’s not proven to have valid reasons lol but hey ho, needlessly stumble out of this cupboard together like you’re dancing again ‘can chill in my room for a bit, if you want’ because there are other options but we’re also not opposed to cracking on, of course]

Carly: [‘they’re more of a worry than me’ as she takes this gal in the direction of back to the party and not in her room unsupervised like see, I’m a good influence and good girl because flirty 5ever]

Ali: [crowning her with an invisible halo, swooping your fingers ‘round and ‘round the top of her head, also changing whatever song is currently playing to something more danceable in your opinion so you two can do that for a while and not immediately have to go back to the group and try to chat]

Carly: [re-entering the party with another pure LOL because of her halo that I hope that boy hears, going IN dancing with Alison until the poor girl literally needs a break because she’s not high as a kite and then making Tommy dance with her which he’d love because dancing boy]

Ali: [at least all these peeps, Meena included, are dancing types, so you can fully let Carly be left in their capable hands and the lure of showing off like that will get that girl to cool it and go join the group, Ali throwing herself down with a sigh and a drink when she’s knackered from it]

Carly: [Carly defs doing the thing when she brings Meena up like she’s gonna dance with her but then getting her dancing with Tommy, catch this girl literally dancing with everybody in their little group but kissing girl and Bartley, even Ronan, cos really gotta make that point of oh y’all are too busy with each other to have a dance with me lol, but really she’s just mad at y’all haha]

Ali: [we love the complete lack of subtlety, babe, just here like oh, okay lmao]

Ro: [I’d like to point out girl Ro 👀 at Ali from wherever she is because a normal person would come over while she’s alone but she is not normal]

Ali: [that would require you having to move in front of company and heaven forbid, got to sit wherever you are sat with your book and barely move, never mind speak to any of these people, still, we will make our way over to you because we can feel your 👀 even with the attention being paid to all the dynamics playing out with the rest; gently nudging your book forward, to see what you’re reading, because it’s undoubtedly seasonably appropriate ‘did you see Leesha?’ because you’ve defs been doing your own 👀 by now]

Ro: [show her what you’re reading because one thing about this gal, she knows how to pick an appropriate book, but barely moving, so subtly doing it that nobody would see her doing so, likewise when she nods, only Ali is going to pick up on it]

Ali: [calling her, Leesha that is, something shady in the made-up language that you have ‘she’ll be after Ronan and Bartley now’ ‘cos she is that type of girl, shaking your head at her like oh you, grabbing some of the food that has been left by Ro and eating some, as if you can encourage her to merely via this although you don’t truly have much hope for it, instead talk about whatever fire rituals you guys can do on her birthday which is literally days away, as she wouldn’t join in with any of these festivities]

Ro: [likewise calling that girl something shady in their made up language but doing it by putting her finger over individual letters in the lines of the page of her book and spelling it out so it’s even more secret and just between them because god forbid this girl says a single word when there are people here she doesn’t want around, watching Ali eat whatever she’s eating like she’s starving because she is and even doing so out of the corner of her eye subtly there’s no escaping how !! she is about it, still looking at her that way long after the food has been eaten because ofc]

Ali: [‘whilst they’re gone’ like Tess and Fearghal aren’t here, you can, again, we’re desperate but not hopeful about this]

Ro: [‘no’ should be in caps because in contrast to her quiet and stillness up to this point, SHOUTING this loud enough that everybody at this party will be shooketh and stop whatever they are doing, because that’s how anti that suggestion she is, knocking the plate to the floor even if it’s empty or almost, with the !! of how dramatically she’s getting up and leaving because so desperately want to but cannot]

Ali: [oh what a party, getting up dramatically too, considering following her but you don’t know what to say or what to do if you were to, so instead kneeling down to pick up this plate and whatever food has been spilled, trying to not have your own little cry about this now]

Carly: [coming over and just silently helping her clean up/then taking her hand when it meets over this food and just holding it for  a sec because you know how upset she is and it’s all you can do whilst trying not to make a big deal out of it in front of everybody, meanwhile Tommy will go after Ro even though he likewise doesn’t know what the fuck to do or to say because he is that bitch, especially in this era]

Ali: [just asking this girl if she has any drugs left because what else can you do at this point]

Carly: [you absolutely would, I’m sure, so put them into the hand you just held, whatever they are, from wherever you just retrieved them on your person]

Ali: [go run and take that in private so my boo can have Bartley and Carly interact, thanking you, ‘cos y’all are just being left here for a hot sec, Thomas and Alison have gotta deal with this separately]

Carly: [thank god Thomas invited several friends and they aren’t all boy thirsty af so Meena isn’t just left alone while he has a useless girl Ro convo with her while she’s lying under Ray’s old bed with her arms folded like she’s in a coffin cos just girly things, since I’m sure Carly FULLY intended to make her way over to these gals but soz I gotta have you be waylaid by that boy]

Bartley: [you’ll be fine girl, you clearly know these girls to some degree yourself, even if they are that bit older, you have some similar interests so; meanwhile this boy has no clue what Ro’s deal is clearly but now wants to because wtf was that, so just bowling over to Carly to ask as much because not a good look to ask the girl who’s all over you and she probably has as much of a clue, you would reckon]

Carly: [when you’re carrying on the clean up for Alison so she can go take her drugs and are thus UTTERLY caught unawares by this boy coming up to you, literally doing a me and jumping out of her skin 6ft in the air as if she has never seen this boy before and doesn’t know him like OMG, but gotta lol it off and lol at yourself because that’s who she is]

Bartley: [doing an amused snort at this reaction ‘she was pretty freaky, yeah’ giving calm down though about it, not helping to clean up because such a thought would not occur to you, nudging whatever she’s trying to pick up out of her reach with your foot ‘tell us then’]

Carly: [‘don’t be a gobshite about Ali’s sister’ so genuinely because will defend Rosaline even though she’s a massive bitch to us and always has been because again, who she is, an unamused snort back at his antics of thwarting her clean up efforts, kicking his foot very playfully, and obvs flirtily cos she always is, with her own like oi rude]

Bartley: [‘I’m asking you, quietly, like’ because you aren’t taking the piss to the whole group, which you could do honestly, the silent girl just shouting out of nowhere like hello, kicking this girl in her butt, not flirtily but because she’s either kneeling or sat on the cold hard ground rn so you simply can like oi yourself, miss]

Carly: [‘you’ve eyes and can see for yourself she’s not well’ because all we’re gonna say about it, we’re not going into the tea and the goss about this gal, bitch or not, getting up off the cold hard ground with a tut like um excuse you do not kick me up the arse thank you, standing with her arms folded like she’s so mad but her face is amused]

Bartley: [rolling your eyes when she won’t give you the goss because of course you wanna know, I would lmao ‘boring’ but you’re returning the amused look nonetheless]

Carly: [so would I sir, so would I, but Carly is too much of a sweet egg and too loyal to Ali to be giving you the goss, soz ‘your girl there’s the one for entertaining’ nodding to Thomas’ friend/the direction of, like, off you go if I’m so boring]

Bartley: [being so smirky smug about it because you’re a teenage boy and also not used to getting that kind of attention because you’re not Moses about this ‘piss off’]

Carly: [kicking him again, a bit harder like stop being the smirking emoji rn please I’m dying inside about it, in an irish dance move kind of way like she’s gonna dance herself away then, but not actually ‘you came on over to me, boy’ like I was here first and am mid cleaning up, you leave, but still playfully because don’t want him to fr]

Bartley: [‘stop bloody kicking us, you mental’ scowling but in a jokey way because none of the older lads are here to see you essentially playfighting with a girl about it ‘what are you on?’ ‘cos we all know she’s off her tits, giving that she’s taken amphetamines and is on a cleaning spree like a 50s housewife here]

Carly: [giving Ro’s outburst in a jokey way by getting RIGHT in his grill to mouth ‘no’ at him silently whilst shaking her head because gotta be the most flirty we can about it without even intentionally trying ever, staying that close to tell him whatever she’s on, like a conspiratorial whisper as if this is the best kept secret at the party ‘after some?’ genuinely because you didn’t give it all to Alison there is clearly some left]

Bartley: [pushing her head away how you do to dismiss someone without being properly rude like leave it out you because not okay about that casual level of closeness, nor are we after any because try to be a good boy about these things unless you’re trying to fit in with the older ones ‘and make as much of a holy show of myself as you? I’m grand for it’]

Carly: [playing with her hair because likewise not okay with his retaliation and how we feel about it, taking the BIGGEST step back it’s possible to take without falling over backwards like okay okay I shall heed it and move, that was still playful and silly vibes but she’s genuinely glad she did once he’s said that cos ouch, hugging herself like well that’s just mean ‘yeah, grand, you are’ sadly like okay normal service has been resumed and he is slagging me off again, cool and well done you sir] 

Bartley: [shrugging awkwardly because you didn’t mean for it to be as mean as all that but you’re also of course not going to take it back because you’re like well, it’s true ‘her family are right here’ as if that had escaped Carly’s notice because we could never, best behaviour truly]

Carly: [‘and I’d have no knowing of how to be here without [whatever drug she is on]’ blurting that truth out because she is high enough to rather than try and defend her actions somehow in that !! way you gotta when you’re like I’M SORRY]

Bartley: [doing your own slight step back because you don’t know how to deal with this admission, blinking at her like oh, okay ‘I thought you two were close’ like why would you be that freaked out to be here]

Carly: [her entire being and posture once again screaming apologetic without her literally screaming her I’m sorry in his face rn because we hate that we said that and clearly didn’t mean to and now the vibes are OFF and we might as well be Rosaline levels of weird as far as this boy is concerned ‘we are’ in the kind of tone that’s like forget it/don’t worry about it/you obvs don’t understand and I won’t freak you out more by trying to explain]

Bartley: [just shaking your head because obviously you think this is a terrible coping strategy/it clearly doesn’t work but you’re not gonna say all that here and now, picking up the last of whatever needed cleaning up and going to toss it onto the fire without saying in a bit or anything]

Carly: [he’s so so right for that truly, go and find your BFF Rocky so you can throw yourself into being wild with him and try and forget that happened cos can’t even face heading to the gals atm when that’s the direction this boy is likely going]

Ronan: [meanwhile, you sir, go and find Ali in her attic like my boo and Winnie said, bring her a drink you can hand to her when you get there so it feels more casual and not like an ambush while she’s waiting for her drugs to hit]

Ali: [you’d be able to see him coming from your vantage point so you know it’s him and can have a hand outstretched with whatever drugs you have left in your palm like there we go, swapsies]

Ronan: [taking it because unlike your cousin you’re not opposed/cannot say no in this era and you wanna be on her level whatever happens so, get comfy next to her whatever that looks like, whether you’re on the floor or a chair is irrelevant because it’s the close to her without being !! in her grill bit that matters here]

Ali: [when the smile you attempt to do at him after your first sip of this drink is so sad, you can only groan and rest your head on his shoulder like for fuck’s sake because obviously they’ve not kicked in yet and you still feel like shit/mortified that the party has taken this turn ‘she’s just-’ stopping yourself like nah because not something you can sum up right now, nor do you want to honestly ‘fuck it’ offering him some of this drink to wash that pill down whether he has his own still or nah, just ‘cos]

Ronan: [stroking her hair how he do when her head is on his shoulder because genuinely wanna try and offer some comfort here and that’s such a boy way to do it, as is him saying ‘I’ve fireworks, still’ in a tone like if you wanna distract yourself by blowing more stuff up OR you wanna stay here and you’d have a great view of them, either is fine, because boys and men love to try and fix things with a practical solution even when there isn’t one and he thinks that’ll help cheer her and turn this party around, it goes without saying he’s taking her drink to wash said pill down even though he does have his own by his feet because of course he is]

Ali: [doing a little lol at the male nature of that gesture, squeezing his arm ‘good idea’ but we aren’t making any attempt to move or let you yet ‘feels like ages ago’ seemingly out of nowhere but you are talking about when y’all were up here because that was the summer]

Ronan: [‘it was ages ago’ as he hands her her drink back and picks up his own instead, fiddling with it in some way how he was the bottle or can before when they had their domestic but in a more absentminded way than how !! stressed he was then because we’re sad she’s sad but it’s not at that level]

Ali: [‘now you’ve had your birthday you wanna act all grown up’ smirking and nudging him with your head like it weren’t THAT long ago, come on]

Ronan: [a shrug because you don’t know how to verbalise that it was ages ago because so much has changed since but your feelings have not and it therefore feels like forever since you touched her in a non-platonic way and even being here rn feels weird, and even if you did know how to say any of that, you came here wanting to cheer her up at least slightly and none of that will]

Ali: [looking up at him and sitting up so you’re not lying all over him for a moment ‘please don’t be sad’ the sorry in the tone if not literally said because hate that we’re making you feel weird ‘I just thought we could wait out our come up’ because don’t necessarily wanna do that in front of everyone, doing your own shrug like you don’t have to though, obviously]

Ronan: [‘I’m grand, Ali’ sir you are not but I appreciate what you’re trying to do here which is to give I’m fine don’t worry about me rn vibes, putting an arm around her shoulder the second she is done shrugging like come on, it’s okay, let’s wait together]

Ali: [never take much convincing to be snuggly although we don’t really believe you because you could use it right now, I imagine there’s a comfy old armchair up here that he was on the arm of kinda vibe to you being in it, so you squish up so you can both be sat in it more definitively and comfortably ‘shan’t be singing, this rate’ because in my re-read it came up that he’d not heard her sing and he was like you’ll have to at your party then]

Ronan: [‘ah now, the ideal thing to do as we wait, is it not?’ nudging her like go on, sing for me, but obvs he’s not actually expecting her too fr rn]

Ali: [even with your level of confidence, just belting out a tune now to him and him alone is not something you can do, shaking your head and hiding in case you’re blushing at the idea like no, no]

Ronan: [do some singing of your own, which is probably not good, to try and get her to join in with you, some silly irish song because we’re deliberately trying to bring those casual just two friends here drinking vibes, no pressure]

Ali: [of course you’re going to because too fun not to and he is cheering you up with it, hence you are properly loling about this and remixing this song and putting it with another for your own amusement]

Ronan: [need to say y’all are drinking out of bottles so that he can blow on it and use it like an instrument to add to this fun time you’re both having]

Ali: [just having your own lil jam sesh here, you love to see it, pretend y’all aren’t sat that close together, mhmm]

Ronan: [at least Ali is cheered up because fuck you girl Ro and y’all have managed to kill time til these pills hit without having to have another awks af convo that’ll make jemily and you wanna die cos Carly has that vibe covered already after the barly convo lol]

Ali: [just here dramatically stopping what you’re doing to hold his head and look into his eyes when they’re getting all saucer-like ‘there you go’]

Ronan: [please resist the urge to kiss her even though you’re STARING into her eyes as intensely and big stroking her hair again and it’s a moment™️ because jali don’t need that level of drama thank you, laugh instead because y’all are high ‘ready?’ for more fireworks whether she joins the party or not]

Ali: [you do be high and it could have definitely gone that way as easily but my boo says not today thank you, get yourself down that ladder and race him to said fireworks thanking you]

Carly: [I’d like it on the record that Carly will throw her arms around Alison the second she sees her and be hugging her like she hasn’t seen her for a million years, so big that she’s spinning her around and off her feet and they could both so easily fall over, no notes, just buzzing this gal is back and happier + Tommy has defs given up with Rosaline at some point while Ali was gone and returned himself so the gang’s all here]

Ali: [the girls are back and we’re going harder with having fun in any way we can which means being more chaotic and messy about this, soz but it must be done]

Carly: [love to see it, I’m not at all soz, the fun doesn’t have to end until we rudely call time on this party cos poor Rocky has to go to A&E, up to that point, fill your boots everyone]

Ali: [we should probably let y’all have a nice time now, even if some of you are high and some of you aren’t, it can be okay lol]

Carly: [it’s deserved, no more drama and only good vibes for a bit please everyone, even if barly is awks af everyone else is okay and there are enough peeps here that y’all don’t need to be interacting]

Ali: [we got our point across with the reaction to him smooching someone else, that���s the main thing, she doesn’t need to let him know that right now, Ali saw]

Carly: [do we wanna move to doing aftermath of this party now with any of the peeps we’re vibing?]

Ali: [sounds good, who do we want to first because no limit to who we can do with who here]

Carly: [hmm, that’s the question]

Ali: [perhaps cali will be the easiest to start with?]

Carly: [good idea, it usually is, do you wanna start it or shall I?]

Ali: [I will, why not, gotta address that awkward vibe the next AM]

Ali: [give her the lowdown on this girl that you’ve gotten from Thomas because not your friend so you didn’t know much, just girly things]

Ali: See, not a thing in common, them two

Carly: oh

Carly: but it dont matter cos i fucked it for myself to be sure

Ali: ah no, he’s seen you 😵‍💫 plenty before, who’s he holding it against you this time, like

Carly: I said

Carly: my god, I said

Carly: no I can’t, if you’d of seen what he 👀 @ us like 🥊🔪🧨🔨💔

Ali: I feel like all I have to be saying these days are colossally stupid things, especially to those boys

Ali: it’s the hangxiety making you think it’s !! proper though

Carly: the lad for proper reckons im mental & how is it he’s wrong?

Carly: hes just not like

Ali: He does sort of think everyone’s mental, he’s quick with the insults, that one

Ali: I don’t think he really means ‘em as heavy as they come fast, you know?

Carly: ive solved shit’s what I know 🧩💚

Carly: even if he were into me before hes over it now from last night

Ali: Okay, fair, we weren’t being very good detectives 🔎💘

Ali: He does though, they all show it weird 

Carly: nah he dont & Im to tell myself before I see him next & make a more massive dope of myself

Ali: You want to get over him?

Carly: theres nothing to get over he can 😍💋🥰💞😘💓 who he wants

Carly: its not me 🔎💘

Ali: But you want to, that’s something to process

Carly: ah ill be grand, be a new lad im after by this week coming 🔮🎱

Ali: Come on, this is me you’re chatting to

Carly: its whats chatted by everybody else & I told u myself im 🪀💜

Ali: But you liked Moses and wouldn’t have bothered with no one else until he did his own 180 on you, I know it’s never as simple as what’s on the grapevine 

Carly: we’ve to talk about how the brave little big man is from his 🤕🔥🚑🚨🏥 carry on or your sister

Ali: Like it never happened 

Ali: x2

Ali: In different ways, mind but 

Carly: did though 

Carly: to u & i love sharing my 🍭🍬 but baby I hate when youre sad

Ali: I don’t trust her to know when to stop with this

Carly: so what are we to do?

Carly: you know ill stop coming round there if it means shes better in herself for having you as her own again

Ali: I’m worried I can’t go back as far as she needs me too

Ali: that I’ve strayed too far now

Carly: cos of johno?

Ali: He’s responsible for a lot of it but, there’s so much she’s not done that I have now, it were never like that before

Carly: im sorry, it’s my fault, loads of it

Ali: It isn’t

Ali: she isn’t ready, I have been, ages before we even met and it all changed like that

Carly: idk maybe reading more books & 😍💋🥰💞😘💓 less lads would make her wanna b my mate too

Ali: She deffo has none of the bloody problems we do, maybe she’s got it right after-all

Ali: Ronan makes me feel so guilty, whatever I do

Carly: yea, me too, I get wrong off him all the time for not being you

Carly: boy, trust me, I wish I was 🙏💙🔮💜🤞🌠 

Ali: get away with you

Ali: If you were me, who’d I be best friends with

Carly: away w ye being so  💛👼🌟🧚‍♀️✨🐝🌞💛🌻

Ali: I’m not, I’m a shocking friend, not one I’d want, he won’t be bothered much longer, guarantee 

Carly: hes shocking if hes only bothering himself for your hole

Ali: My head is all 😵‍💫 poor boy don’t know what he’s to be bothered about, honestly

Carly: he dont want to have the knowing or hed have to put his head down and to what it is he is & isnt bothered by

Ali: and I feel like you wouldn’t be half as !! about Bart if I’d not have put the idea in your head

Ali: I feel shit for that now, like

Carly: its not for you to feel shit about

Carly: I shouldnt tell people whats in my head or how i am underneath the 🎇🥳🍄😵‍💫💥🤩🌟🥴✨😝☄️

Ali: Yes you should

Ali: I shouldn’t make you feel like you can’t, like everyone else

Carly: I told him idk how to be over yours w out 🍭🍬 i never meant to but he were going on about your parents being about & what a disgrace i am & I just wanted him to know how it is inside of me all the time

Carly: like hed ever ever understand when I dont 

Ali: Jesus, why he has to say the things he says, and how

Ali: I really think he thinks he’s giving you useful advice, not just having a go but that don’t excuse it

Ali: He needs to stop

Carly: but hes a point, I do show u up in front of your ma & da

Carly: your sister hates me

Ali: No you never, if I cared, would I invite you round all the time, ‘course not

Ali: Ro doesn’t relate to anyone, it isn’t just you, I swear that too

Ali: they’re only paranoid because of the unfair rep travellers have, got to be the best boys or my parents will be looking down their noses… though I try to explain why my family’d be the last, they still reckon it

Carly: you care for the wrong things, caring about me

Ali: someone’s to, we care about each other

Carly: im 😤😠😡🤬 theres no more I can do to help you than it

Ali: My family is fucked beyond all our magic combined

Ali: I keep trying

Carly: yea, mine too, but I never used to know to try before u showed us

Ali: 🌑🌌🔮🌠🎱🎇💣🌌🌑

Ali: It’s all we can do when everything is 🙃

Carly: least you look cute 🙃

Carly: 🦇

Ali: [send her a pic of Rocky and his bandaged hand] know who you think is cutest, like

Carly: oh now 🥺 look at my man there 👶💪

Ali: He’s not been 😭 so we’ve no call to

Carly: ive no sleep for worrying of him, ive call to 🥱☕️🍭🍬

Ali: He does things like this all the time, you can’t be fretting, he’ll have your life and be bouncing off the walls like it’s nothing, trust us

Ali: 🥱 sounds good, at least I stopped myself doing the stupid thing I wanted to, no apology to him warranted, even if I still feel like it is

Carly: he can have my life idm save us chucking it @ some less worthy lad 👋💚

Ali: I suppose it’s a point

Carly: youre better w explaining, I’m beside myself u cant have my life & give that boy the telling of what I tried to

Ali: you’ll have another chance

Carly: perks of being neighbours like

Carly: yours were a real 👸✨🍰🐶🦪🍾🦢✨ last night btw wow

Ali: She shoulda come over, Brit party an’ everything, fit right in 🥴

Ali: just glad she didn’t try to follow the lads home, be after seeing her around your way constantly if she thought either of them was my boyfriend

Carly: hows she not 💭👀 poor ro ro is, sure, he must’ve been trying hard not to follow after you

Ali: He was trying super hard, even when I was a stupid mess upstairs

Carly: I should’ve come found you it was my turn sorry

Ali: I’m sort of glad he did, no offence, honey

Ali: how hard he tried made me do better than I were gonna

Carly: none taken then 💙👼💛

Ali: you’d be fuming at me if I kissed you just because I was sad and half high too

Carly: I wouldnt but your boyfriend would

Ali: He wasn’t at the party but yeah

Ali: idk, the vibes were off

Carly: watch him find out if it was me you kissed cos hes that in my business 

Ali: maybe he likes you really

Carly: ha gas

Carly: u want everybody to like me

Ali: I really wouldn’t on that one, sorry

Ali: I’d look really, really stupid at this point

Carly: contrary to whats said I’m not after collecting em all ♠️ ♣️ ♥️ ♦️

Ali: Never hear the end of it if they were proved right 🙄

Ali: I shouldn’t have messed around with Ronan before, now it’s like, unfinished and weird and I can’t do fuck all about it

Carly: nor I, still, you had sense not to go all the way, better that than what I done w the boy

Ali: Is it? At least that can feel like a proper ending

Carly: yous can be proper friends in the end idk if he & me can

Ali: it shouldn’t matter

Ali: maybe it does, to all boys

Carly: 1 of these days theyll grow themselves up these 1s much as men ever are no more than big 👶😭

Ali: Distractions at best, yeah 😼

Carly: youre my fave distraction so I’ll be 👶😭 my own self you don’t wanna kiss us

Ali: Yeah, yeah

Ali: you know I don’t need 💋 to distract you

Carly: [her mum] is on it for the now

Ali: What’s [her mum] up to this AM?

Carly: [tell her about whatever random man your mum has over still from the night before because keeping the party going clearly but I don’t want to and shan’t think up the grim details, we all know the vibes and how not it they are]

Ali: you’re not up for doing anything then?

Carly: hes already asked me but it’s - craic to take your mammy’s fella from under her before she’s done w him, even Ive heard

Ali: I meant with me, girl

Carly: k 😁💛🌞🌻

Carly: loads better offer

Ali: Too right

Ali: ignoring I ain’t thought of no 💡 yet, I will by the time I’ve got to yours

Carly: I wanna go somewhere we can float off 🧜🧜🏼 don’t have to be the 🌊🐚 long as theres swimming

Ali: No ⚓️s just 💦

Carly: idk how i miss you when i saw you [however long] ago but hey

Ali: Too much in both our heads

Ali: a lot of it 💩

Carly: 🤯💥💩🧠 yea ive a headache & a half off it

Ali: same, those damn 🍭🍬 always do you like that in the cold light of day

Ali: Nothing sea air can’t fix for us

Carly: I love you & I wish that fixed things for us

Ali: I love you and I wish it too, baby

Carly: 🌑🌌🔮🌠🎱🎇💣🌌🌑 all we can do, how u said

Ali: 🙏🍀💘☀️

Ali: We can talk it out ‘til we know what to do

Carly: & if we dont we’ll let the water take us far from all of em

Ali: no problems in paradise 

Carly: never ever ☀️🍦🍉🍹👙🍍🌴🤿🥥

Ali: just 2 👼👼 too busy for this bullshit

Carly: youre the only 1 who could say that & not have me think I’m being slagged w it

Ali: Shite at flirting, shite at slagging, sounds of that

Carly: 😶 I’m not at keeping secrets, owed or no

Ali: You should tell your ma her fella’s a creep, that’s no secret so you don’t need to keep it

Carly: she were there when he said it, nothing to tell when hes inviting me to fuck him right in front of her

Ali: That’s really bad, like

Ali: what the fuck [her mum’s name we really should just think of lol]

Carly: she reckons he dont mean it but idk how its gas or no better to be something hes joking about like

Ali: zero craic in being a nonce, idiot man

Carly: - craic but all of them have that

Carly: i could have my da come back round & not work it out cos he’d be after me the same going by her track record

Ali: She is to be ashamed of her taste at her age, I’m afraid…

Ali: will have to break it to her after a few [whatever cocktails your mum is about]

Carly: ah thatd be some good craic 😅 of the sort youre always to be relied upon for

Ali: all said with ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 ‘course

Carly: course ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮

Ali: [at least we’ve got y’all out and trying to live your best lives despite it all, who would you like to do next, bub]

Carly: [hmm, let’s think logically here, who else do we realistically wanna do?]

Ali: [perhaps we post this bit and then think on ‘cos we’re just vibing and rereading rn, there are all the places we can go, including bringing the lads not at this party back on the scene too ofc]

Carly: [valid it is at 27 pages long]

[carsonwest]

Carson wasn't the type of person who really cared about what company someone worked for. His family was dedicated to Applause, but that didn't mean you closed other people out and treated them differently if they worked for another label. The industry oftentimes depended on collaboration between artists and labels, and even if it hadn't, Carson didn't have the time or patience for any kind of drama.

He also wasn't one to judge anyone for being a little tipsy. Carson had been drinking mostly water so far, but he'd had a beer or two. When they hit up The Tin Roof later, though, it'd be a whole different story. He curved his eyebrow, a little curious at her remark. "Not big on crowds? Isn't that kind of the antithesis of your job description?" He supposed it would be different when you lost yourself in the music, though.

"Well, listen, just think about it, okay? Pride stuff is always a blast, and it's not like it's gonna be a stadium tour. The Tin Roof is chill. You deserve to let loose and have some fun, too." He knew how the industry could be, even if he hadn't been part of it himself. Plenty of artists lost themselves in their pursuits of perfection and ended up going off the rails when it caught up to them. "I'm pretty sure there's a Drag Queen called Gemma Dever-Hoe. You should definitely take a selfie together."

Gemma was slightly tipsy, she had been when she was performing, but honestly, when she was the right level of intoxicated, it made her performance better. She wasn't drunk enough to have to really concentrate on seeming sober and hitting notes, she was just not as anxious or tense as she usually was, and that, in turn, made her a little more fun on stage, a little less Type A, and the crowd reacted well to that.

The fair, as a whole, had put her on edge because it came with fans, performances, and a whole lot of things that made her break seem not really like a break at all. She knew she had awhile until the next leg of her tour, but all of it got to be so tiring after a point, although she knew her mom and the label would be putting her up for everything that they could just because.

Backstage, she was slipping the mic pack off the back of her jean shorts, hardly realizing someone was talking to her until she realized someone was looking at her. "Oh, hey," She said, recognizing the person as Carson West, who had always been incredibly friendly to her despite the business rivalry. Not used to the compliment, especially from someone who technically should be classified as a rival, she shrugged, raising her eyebrow at the prospect of going to the roof. She would love another whiskey neat at that point, but the crowds and people seemed crushing to her. "I- I don't know, actually," She confessed. All Gemma actually wanted to do was be alone, but that was easier said than done. "Maybe, I guess," She said, glancing around to see who else was backstage, particularly looking for her sister, who she knew had been wasted the last time she saw her. "I'm not being on crowds," She confessed, which was true.

[clutch-nixon]

me @ Grace when she says the New Edeners should receive help after the events of the New Dawn endgame

[astroyongie]

If you have time, could you do either aespa or red velvet as best friends?

Note: I will start with Aespa, you can send me another ask for Red Velvet !

Aespa As Best Friends

Karina

Honestly I very chill friend

She's the type that will always listen to you

Gives great advice

She cares a lot and usually drama free

Like when you need someone to talk about your problems

She is empathic with her friends and always tries her best to help

Karina is the type to love go and eat

You guys would have a lot of dates

Or just hanging out to eat to have a coffee

Even tho she isn't the type to spend her money recklessly she likes to go out with you

Might be a little stubborn

Or even lazy

So perfect company when you just want to chill in front of a movie with snacks

Very protective of you

Will judge your partner

nd give you flirting advices

Takes the best photos of you

Giselle

Honestly she never shuts up

She's always talking to you

About the most random things

Either gossip or things she just saw or remembered

Very adventurous she would want you to live a one life life

You guys rarely argue

It's always passionate conversation or exchanges

Definitely the type that talks about going on vacations with you

She's also the type of friend that would help you during an exam

That helps you study

And that motivates you whenever you feel lazy

She is very practical

And despite enjoying life, Giselle doesn't let you sack off

Gets very close to your family

Funny in her own way

Unable to hide when you guys see someone you don't like

Loves to judge people with you

Winter

When you guys talk it's usually about dreams and goals

Winter doesn't talk much with you about her feelings

Or the people she's seeing

She keeps things secretive and only says what would fir the conversation

She is very clever

You guys would have deep conversation about interesting topics

Helps you study as well

She's all about connection

Winter is the the of friend that would be there for you

Who would throw hands for you if needed

she defends you honor and usually talks a lot about you to her other friends

A little glue to your side

She trusts you a lot as well

She might had a little crush on you before as well

Winter treats you like family and like a precious thing

Wouldn't betray your trust

Ningning

Never start to argue with her

Ningning is the type of friend that can spend hours talking

About everything

But she always need to be right

Or at least her point of view needs to be fair always

She shares a lot of thing with you, like clothes and accessories

Will judge your partner and submit them to a test

Funny really

Tells a lot of jokes

Dirty jokes sometimes

She is the type of friend that will flirt with you

And you guys have your own kind of relationship

Loves to dress extra to a party with you

Will always defend you when you aren't around

You are her side hoe really

Easy going to be around

Usually no arguments but sometimes she might get in trouble

[luckycheesefoodie321]

I DONT CARE ABOUT THE CITY VIEW ZOOM BACK IN

So much to unpack I can’t breathe

First of all Junho being all “no one’s home tonight wanna ramyeon and chill?” And immediately being rejected by Youngwoo like “no I’m tired. K bye”

Then Young woo lamenting that there may be times where people will determine her unfit to judge if what she is feeling and experiencing is love and Junho telling her what she told Hye yeong that if she thinks it’s love then it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks

“Loving me is hard”

“Yes it seems so”

“But are you still going to?”

“Yes”

Him taking that bold step in the dark as the light goes off and her startled step back turning the motion sensor on??

Him awkwardly taking a step back bc vibes ain’t in the light but also realising she was uncomfortable and not wanting to push her

YOUNG WOO TAKING THE LEAD and pushing herself a little, puts her hands on HIM and kisses him on her own terms and pace and comfort and dude was so blissful and happy to be kissed

LIKE HANDHOLDING CAN WAIT BUT KISSES ARE A FUCKIN NECESSITY

THE HANDS SLOWLY MOVING UP TO REST GENTLY ON HER WAIST AS THE LIGHT FLICKS OFF AGAIN

Her hands going up as she pulls away bc she need to reset her touch timer but him still keeping her close!!!

HIM GIGGLING THROUGH COACHING HER HOW TO KISS HAHAHAHAHA but also “open your mouth a little more and close your eyes a little more” bro the audacity of this thirsty hoe

AND THEN THEY GO BACK IN FOR MORE KISSES AND JUST WATCHING HIS HANDS SLOWLY GROW MORE COMFORTABLE WITH TOUCHING PARTS OF HER BACK AND WAIST AND YOUNGWOO CLEARLY ENJOYING THE KISS TOO AS THEY BASK IN THE DARKNESS

[between-the-lines-fic]

Between the Lines - Bruno Madrigal (Modern AU) Chapter 8

Summary: Bruno Madrigal is a popular telenovela writer, though he keeps his identity secret under the pen name Pedro Oscar. You just happen to be a big fan of his who’s doing their laundry while a telenovela plays in the background.

Pairing: gn!Reader x Bruno Madrigal

Words: 2,534

Warnings: None!

Chapter count: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (More to come!)

Available on: AO3

You sigh, wiping down your face before you shiver ever so slightly. Bruno eyes you with a worried frown, and he sighs as well. “Lo siento. Let me, um… get you some dry clothes. I think I might have a shirt or two that will fit you…” he wrings out his hair with his hands, and water splatters on the ground.

“Really? Gracias, that would be great,” you reply, brightening at the idea of some warm, dry clothes. As fun as running through the rain has been, you can safely say that soggy, chafing clothes don’t hold that same charm. You suppress the urge to shiver again. Why did Bruno keep his apartment so chilly?

When you glance back up, you find Bruno staring blankly at you for a moment before he clears his throat and nods, slipping through a nearby door into what you assume is his bedroom. Which leaves you awkwardly standing near the front door, looking around.

It’s honestly a pretty small place, barely more than three rooms. One room, you assume, is Bruno’s bedroom, while the room you currently stand in feels like a mixture of a living room and dining room. Dimly lit by flashes of the storm outside the large window, the living room consists of a grey couch flanked by a pair of coffee tables, a large tv on the floor, a high seated table like the kind you’d often see in Senor Pepita’s restaurant, and a record player. The furniture fits together easily enough, but something strikes you as particularly strange about the various bits and pieces that make up Bruno’s apartment.

They all seem to be thrifted. Which, considering how much “Pedro” makes, is pretty odd. Wouldn’t he at least want a matching set? But, as you consider Bruno’s day-to-day particulars… well, it fits, doesn’t it? Each object, though old and a bit mismatched, is clearly loved. For the public idea of Pedro, it doesn't make sense, but for Bruno, it fits like a well worn poncho.

And also covered in disposable coffee cups, but who were you to judge?

You lean over to the light switch, flicking it upwards to try and get some more light in the room. The wall lamps flicker and swell with a comforting yellow glow, almost like candlelight. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that the place feels more like a cave than an apartment, dark walls and sparse furniture lending Bruno’s home a sense of solitude. Comfortable solitude, but solitude nonetheless.

It seems to branch off further to your left out of sight, most likely a kitchen? You peek around the corner, arms folded in an attempt to ward off the chill that clings to your skin as you move through the room. His kitchen is just as sparse, though admittedly cleaner than you expected. Your sweeping gaze catches a bowl of mangos, the same mangos from just a day before, and an indescribably warm feeling swells up in your chest despite your infrequent shivering.

“Eh… Y/N?”

You jolt, turning to see Bruno stepping out of his room, one hand clutching a shirt and a pair of shorts, while the other ruffles his wet hair with a bath towel. Water droplets sway everywhere with each movement of his hand, and a different kind of warmth rushes to your face. He’s changed out of his more formal attire, now in a pair of grey sweatpants and a graphic tee that sits baggily on his frame. Printed on the front is the image of a gardening hoe, and the words “hoes love my gardening.” You clear your throat, offering a slight smile as your heart swells and chokes up your lungs.

“Do you want to use my shower?” he continues, blessedly oblivious. “I already grabbed some clothes for you, but, uh… it’s probably better if you get warmed up before you catch a cold.”

“... Yes, actually. Let me just call Abuelo, I’ll let him know that I’m safe.” You gesture vaguely around the apartment. “Where’s the phone?” Bruno hums, and your eyes are drawn to his throat, where rainwater slowly drips across his adam's apple from the vibrations. “It’s by the record player.” You nod with a little more force than necessary, quickly shuffling away from the very distracting person in front of you to pick up the landline and dial the shop’s number.

Ring, ring, ring.

Ring, ring, ring. “Eh? Who is this?” Paulo picks up, and you try not to groan in despair, or pray for salvation.

“Ah, it’s… uh, it’s me, Paulo.”

“Amigue? Oh, it’s good you called, your abuelo was worried sick when the rain started coming down. Did you make it somewhere safe?” You hear shuffling behind you, and you strongly resist the urge to glance behind.

Focus, focus.

“Yeah, I’m safe. We didn’t make it to the set, but Bruno lives nearby, so we’re hunkering down until the storm passes.”

“Amigue, that’s not until six AM.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll probably… sleep on the couch or something.” The shuffling pauses, but you still don’t turn around.

The line goes silent for a moment, and you almost hang up until you hear what sounds like muffled laughter. Heat floods to your face once more, and you hiss into the receiver, “What Paulo, what-”

“Be responsible-” he wheezes.

“I will - I mean- if we did, of course, I would, but we won’t-” you begin to splutter, and you can almost feel your soul leaving your body, “just- just tell Abuelo I’ll be back tomorrow morning!”

“Whatever you say amigue-” Paulo purrs, and Dios, when you see that fool you are going to knock his lights out-

You shove the telephone back on the receiver, perhaps with a bit more force than necessary, because Bruno is staring at you with wide, worried eyes.

“I…” you clear your throat. “I’m going to go take a shower, now.” Bruno nods, staring at you with that look that you can’t quite decipher despite having known him for almost half a year.

“It’s the, uh, door to your right, there,” he offers, and you hurry into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, shucking off your cold clothes and gingerly removing the lilypad pin to set it on the sink top. After a moment of deliberation, you turn on the shower until the water is steaming, hopping in. It takes a good ten minutes or so for you to wash the rainwater from your hair, and frankly, the water is so warm you almost don’t want to leave.

Should you use his hair product? It probably won’t be doing your hair any favors if you leave it as is, and his hair always looks so soft…

After a moment’s pause, you squeeze some shampoo into your hands, running it through the strands until you’ve sufficiently lathered up, rinsing it out moments later. It’s scentless, which is a nice bonus. You consider the conditioner as well, turning the bottle over in your hands as the warm water runs over your shoulders. It smells like sandalwood, reedy and warm, but it’s probably best if you don’t try it on your hair. You set the bottle back down, shutting off and stepping out of the shower.

… Well, your clothes are wet. After some investigating, you find a few extra towels in the closet, wrapping one around yourself before peeking out the bathroom door. Left at the doorstep is a folded shirt and pair of shorts, which you snatch in a heartbeat to slip on. They’re both a bit baggy, and the waistband is snug on your hips, but… well, they’re comfy.

They smell like sandalwood and a hint of coffee.

You flush, quickly scrubbing the water out of your hair with your towel, and you step out of the bathroom. You’re just feeling warm from the shower, is all. You find Bruno sitting on his couch, watching the TV with a grim frown.

“Bruno, you look like someone just died,” you say, eyebrow raised. He blinks, startled before he lets out a nervous laugh and brushes drying curls from his eyes.

“Oh, I’m just watching the weather. Don’t mind me. And, uh, you can take my bed, for the night. I’ll probably take the couch. Or just work on my scripts,” he rambles, patting the stack of papers beside him on the couch’s armrest.

You narrow your eyes. “No, it’s your home, Bruno. I’m not kicking you out of your own bed. Either I take the couch, or-” and he peers right back at you, and before you can think the words are leaving your mouth, “we can both sleep in the bed.” You peek in the room, and yeah, the bed is pretty wide. Plenty of room for two people.

Bruno stares blankly at you, and a beat of silence passes before he glances away. “... sure. I’ll just be up for a bit, so you can head to sleep first if you’d like.”

“... alright. But you’ll wake me up if anything happens?”

He makes a face, but nods. You nod in return, satisfied with the answer, and pause before his room. Bruno gives you an encouraging thumbs-up, and you offer a sheepish smile before heading inside.

The first thing you notice is how cozy it feels. Blackout curtains cover each window and drape around the room like fabric waterfalls, enclosing the area like a soothing cocoon. Little trinkets line the room, vinyl records and glass ornaments are strewn about, little sketches of pigeons and places hung about that you recognize as models of the sets on some of your favorite telenovelas. Once again, it strikes you in the gut, Bruno wrote ‘Los Pilares de Arena destrozados,’ 'La Visión viva de la Esperanza y el Futuro,' ‘Ojos Esmeralda y Corazones Rotos,’ and more, and you are sitting in his room, wearing his shirt, and about to sleep in his bed-

Nope, nope, nope. That is a panic meant for tomorrow you. You push some curtains aside, crawling into Bruno’s bed and wiggling beneath the sheets. It really is a large bed, and you almost feel dwarfed by the pillows and comforter.

It smells like warm stone and sandalwood.

But never mind that. It’s been a long day, and despite the rush of heat to your face, the bed is… really comfortable. Closing your eyes, you slip into slumber, the tension melting from your shoulders as you sink into the mattress.

–

You wake up blearily, and it’s hard to tell what time it is. Squinting through your blurred gaze aside at the nearby clock, it reads 2 am.

Bruno still hasn’t entered the room. With a grunt, you roll out of the covers and slip towards the door. Weirdly enough, you hear music. Maybe he’s playing one of the records? It sounds like one of the old operas that Abuela used to listen to when you were younger.

Wait. Is he singing? You crack the door open, peeking out the crack to see Bruno sitting at his higher table, clacking away at his laptop while the record player croons out a soulful orchestral song. He’s got his hair tied up out of the way in a loose bun, a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose, dark circles only deepened by the harsh glow of the screen on his face.

He just looks so… relaxed. The music rises and falls in a soft crescendo and his mumbling hums follow, a soft smile curving his lips as he rumbles through the words.

“La donna è mobil'. Qual piuma al vento, muta d'accento e di pensier'!” he echos the recording, and though you can’t understand the words, something about it brings a hint of a grin to your face. Softening your footsteps, you slip over to the couch and settle on the side just out of Bruno’s eyesight so you don’t interrupt him.

“È sempre misero, chi a lei s'affida,” Bruno grows a little louder, before seemingly remembering himself and wincing, lowering his volume. “Chi le confida, mal cauto il cuore…”

It’s not hard to close your eyes and listen to his voice, and the couch is just so warm…

–

When you open your eyes again, you’re back in bed. Which doesn’t make sense, you reason as you look over, given that you were listening to Bruno-

He’s asleep beside you in the bed. A good distance away from yourself and turned away, but fast asleep. Foolishly, warmth rises to your face once more, and you almost roll over, only for Bruno to roll onto his back. Your breath catches in your throat as he moves, but he doesn’t wake, his chest rising and falling just as steadily as before. His curls frame his face like this, some falling in front of his eyes and it takes every fiber of your strength to not brush them out of his face. If he was relaxed before, this is him at peace.

You wish you could see him like this more often.

He shifts again in his sleep, one hand reaching out across the bed and falling just within your reach. They look weathered and soft all at once, the creases in his palms soft, though his fingertips look calloused. Without even thinking, you silently trace patterns into his hands, light enough that he doesn’t seem to stir.

Would it really be that bad of an idea to lean towards his arms right now? You’re sure that his chest would be comfortable to sleep on, and he probably gives good hugs with those long arms of his and-

Suddenly, you’re very awake. You freeze in place, staring off into space before looking back at Bruno’s sleeping form, mortified. Your eyes trail his every movement, shame keeping your body stiff. That is literally the worst idea you’ve had all week, and you would never do that because that betrays the trust that he’s placed in you by letting you sleep in his bed, and-

His eyes are open. When did his eyes open? You’re still touching his hand.

Why isn’t he pulling away?

Bruno stares at you for a long minute, and neither of you move. Slowly, his hand closes around your own, and when you don’t pull away, he offers a faint smile that crinkles the crow’s feet in the corners of his eyes. Then his lips press thin, and he looks away before turning the rest of the way over and holding out his other hand, arms outstretched to you. An invitation.

“If you… if you want, I can hold you,” he offers hesitantly, soft voice still thick with sleep.

You can’t breathe. But you try your best, letting out the air that has been trying to burst from your lungs for the last minute. “As long as you’re okay with it. I… I know my friends and family said a lot, but you don’t have to-”

He cuts you off with a quick shake of his head. “I want to. But are you-”

You interrupt him in turn, scooting across the bed to slip into his arms, closing your eyes.

Sandalwood, coffee, and stone.

He’s warm.

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

[natsukitakama]

Being in relationship with Gojo Satoru would include

Author note : got nothing to say about it. I’m his personal hoe even though I’m aware about what Gege-sama said. Let’s say I can’t be saved. It’s too late for that LMAO. Anyway let me know if you enjoy this ♡ (also I changed my head canon’s page setting how does it looks ?) 

Warning : slight nsfw / me simping over a man that would definetly not give me time / also I didn’t catch up with the manga (Japan’s scan cause we’re kinda late in France) 

Update : I didn’t say it obviously I do not own that gif credit to the owner(s) 🙏🏻

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a lot of work. 

As Gege said themselves they didn’t see Gojo being faithful or interest on a relationship (still hurt btw) 

But why ?

If we look carefully we can see that his relationship with every superior are pretty densed : he is absolutely against his own cast and I won’t be surprised that he is pretty distant with his family and the member of his clan. Which mean basically they’re not so much people who are closed to him 

He didn’t allow them to be close 

Again since he tends to be pretty narcissistic and is not afraid to threat everyone that might be against him cursed or not. 

So let’s say he got couple of ennemies. 

Then I remembered his first interaction (or at least of the first he got) with Yuta. We all remember what happened to that girl he was so deeply in love, remember what Gojo said ? He actually said that in his opinion love might be the worst cursed or something like that. Meaning he is aware about how dangerous love can be. 

So here’s the thing it’s not like he is not faithful (even though he is into one night stand) but he can’t allow himself to fall himself nor will he let someone falls for him. Because they will became an easy target, they will become his worst weakness. 

Especially since he is super busy it would mean that he couldn’t be with you whenever he wants to.  

So that would explain why he is not really into relationship cause he knows it would be dangerous for him. 

Also I don’t believe he was raised with love, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t closed or never seen any act of love so he is pretty cold about it cause he is used to. 

In addition his personnality is ... well he is piece of works. So it’s not that easy to fall in love with him (I mean deeply in love not just being attracted to his physics) and it’s difficult to make him falls in love too. (It would be for another headcanon) 

But now let’s pretend you went through his childish nature and he let you get to know him and boom you’re started a relationship with him 

He is clingy asf you know that 99% of the time he is walking not giving a single shit about people think about him. That man is so confident he knows no one would dare criticize him for being a clingy or boyfriends and if they do it He would claim that they are just jealous of him. 

Even if he is super chill about everything he would never broke any of your boundary. So if you’re comfortable with him hugging you in public or giving you a deep kiss that’s fine he will keep it for later. 

But that won’t stop that little shit for teasing you. Oh no. It’s even worst if you are shy, oh god he would do anything just to see your cheeks getting red. He just loves it. It’s addictive. 

Cause let’s be real, if he actually started a relationship with you was because he was way too addicted. Your relationship probably started with some one night stand that wasn’t just one but sssh. Then you started to hang out together not dating calling that a date because you guys didn’t want to put a name on it. Then both of you started to be territorial and get upset when one of you flirted with another. It last until You and Gojo couldn’t just sleep or think without being close together. 

He is like a sweet drug you know ? Once you got a bite you can’t just stop. Same way for him as soon as you got him, you won’t be able a le to keep away. 

That also explain why he is clingy he just has to touch you, simple touch deep touch intimate touch he doesn’t care all he needs was you close to him. 

When you guys became serious (put a name on it cause you were already a couple but whatever) the man became even more noisy if that’s even possible. 

He praises you a lot not matter what job you have what passion you’re followed anything. You’re just the best S/O of the entire world. 

Also he show off a lot cause everyone thought Nanami would the first to be in a relationship with a S/O  but he failed 

And oh boy does Gojo loves that. 

He can’t help but remind EVERYONE (including his students of those coming from kyoto) that he is dating you

« Aaah can’t wait to be home I bet Y/N would make those delicious cookies of them. It’s so good to go home to find your beloved. Oh yeah you can’t know that you don’t have a S/O so sad »

You little shit 

As I previously said he tends to not be around that much because of his jobs, but that’s okay he would make it up one way or another. 

I know some people believes that he will take his S/O to the greatest restaurant, or into those luxurious places. It’s true sometimes he just find you to have a good quality time but he also wants to spoil you so it’s good way to do it. 

But most of the time I think he might be into those private date when you’re into a little cafe or having a picnic. Again I don’t think he had the chance to enjoy those private moment with his family when you’re just enjoying the people you loved in the simple way. And he just loves seeing you cook for him it stroke his ego and melt his heart. 

I heard somewhere that he might be touch starved and I agree with that postulate. I do believe he wasn’t raised with love and tenderness so that would explain why he could be so touchy-feely with people and so that’s explain why he is clingy. 

He is definetly into carrying and simple person, he is just a giant baby he loves being taken care of he wants to have your attention 24/7, that’s just who he is. When i said simple,it’s more like not superficial cause he won’t tolerate that he hates when people has the audacity to lie in front of his face or believes they can manipulate him. 

A lot of people tends to think he is stupid or easily to use because of his childish behavior and he hates that. He has a huge ego. 

So he won’t like it if you’re trying to get something from him. If you want to say something just say it. 

Even if he is huge tease he would never judge you or make fun of you (not in a mean way) so he expects you to be blunt about your feelings. If you think he is an idiot for always keeping everything for himself tell him. 

If his S/O is a civilian he might not talk about the jujutsu world at first but then when he realized he was bound to them. Like he couldn’t breath without you he would tell you the truth. 

He kiss a lot. I’m not making the rules he just kiss very easily and each of them have a meaning. Cheeks kiss is to ask you something like buying an ice cream when it’s 4AM (use it with his best puppies eyes cause the fucker knows his effects on you). Nose kiss are like morning kiss, he tends to do it a lot after sex too it’s just another way for him to say I love you but in a cute way. Head kiss is to reassure you that everything would be fine, it’s also his way to comfort you when you’re sad it’s always followed by an « everything would be fine » or « I’m here now it’s okay ». Kiss on your lips could be a way to tempt you for sex who goes along with a bite of your lips of a stroke of your hair, but his kiss on your lips could also be his way to remind you how much he loves and how much he miss you. 

But no worry he is not afraid to tell you he loves you, but he just kept those works for special moment. 

He hugs a lot. From behind when you’re cooking for him, cuddle you while watching a movie or put you against his chest so you would climb around his body like a koala 

Nest your face against his neck and he would melt right now. The feeling of your breath against his skin damn he got shivers all the time 

Time to time don’t forget to stroke his ego like cuddling him and tell him how good you feel like you feel safe. He needs time to time (also even if he might tease you a little bit, do that and you’ll get extra kiss and cuddle time)

Also he can’t say no to you. Puppy eyes are useless just took his hand and ask him slowly to do something and he would do it. 

The problem is you can’t say no to him too. Cause 1) he is super convincing when he wants to 2) because he knows you can’t say no to his pretty face especially his eyes 3) and if you’re fighting his attraction over you he would use puppy eyes on you. So either way he got what he wants. 

You guys definetly got some « sweet » dates at 4 AM : like he just woke up because he dreamt about those delicious mocchi he tastes when he first met Itadori and now all he could think about was those mocchi. So he got you at 4AM to buy and share some mocchi together. Even though you hated being woke up like this you couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that he woke you up so you could share a meal together 

It comes from nowhere but you guys have sex a lot. He is horny it’s written on his face I can’t change that. He is intoxicated he can’t help it but need to feel you clinching around his dick, bitting your lips and scratching his back as he thrust into your core. 

He daydreams a lot and 99% it’s not pure at all

He sext you a lot even during a meeting, he just took his phone and text you about how boring the meeting is and how he wish he could just ravage you in front of them so they would shut up for once. 

He is pretty open about everything when it came to sex it’s not like you can break him or anything but he loves it every time you came to him asking for something you might want to try but be afraid he won’t be agree or might hurt him.

It’s so cute that you thought you could hurt him physically 

Somehow he managed you to have sex in his office which you were kinda up to it but he also convinced you to do it on a car as soon as ljichi left for a call. He can’t help it you were just so cute so tempting looking like this by his side and well he is into semi-public sex he just don’t give up a fuck LMAO who’s gonna say yell at him anyway ? He is THE Gojo Satoru. 

Not sure if I said it before but he won’t mind dating a simple human, he is just so bitter about everything his world is a mess so it’s fine that he can’t be normal, just man hanging around the personne he loves without thinking about his position about his clan, the cursed. Just couple of hours during his day where is just your boyfriend, he cherish that. 

It doesn’t mean he won’t date an exorcist, but it might be even more difficult since he can’t help but wondering if you’re actually into him (which is hard considering his antics) or if you’re into his position. But if you managed to show him that you actually didn’t care about the whole clan, position and everything yeah he would be into you. It would be more simple cause he can be with you 24/7 or at least as much as possible, and protect you even though you don’t actually need someone to take care of you. He just has to do it. 

He spoils a lot, remember how easily he would book a restaurant for his students ? Same things it’s even worse cause sometimes during a mission he walked around a new street and it’s like « damn that’s look yummy » and after being sure nothing could harm you (especially if you’re allergic of If you a vegan or veggies) he would book a reservation and then took you on a date. 

He does that a lot, since he can’t manage to have quality time as much as he wanted he just does things like that so you can share a meal together and also because he can tease you during the whole night then teleport both of you into his house for « sport » activity. 

Also he tends to buy some many things, like he could walked in Tokyo and see a grandma selling some candle he would buy it just because it seemed aesthetic for him, and now everytime he saw something that reminds him of you he buys it. So you guys got plenty of things that you can’t throw away since Gojo linked them with a memory of you. 

Speaking of things who belongs to you, he wears your clothes and you wears his, remember how easily he wore Nobara’s skirt he is pretty skinny he can wear anything and won’t bother asking you first. Just get used to it cause he doesn’t plan on giving up. 

I do believe that a relationship with you force him to be more « mature » or at least not always acting like a child. But let’s be real he would still act like a baby you sign for this. 

In the end it’s an healthy relationship even though he tends to be flirty sometimes, he would be careful if he noticed that you’re not comfortable, or he would make sure to reminds you that he is actually in love with you, he won’t go anywhere. No matter if you’re an exorcist or not, you would still be afraid that one day he won’t comeback, so he makes sure to spoil you, love you to erase that fear. He is the strongest and doesn’t plan on leaving you soon. 

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: chūya nakahara x lazy male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.87k | cw: nsfw, size difference, praise kink, biting, blood, dirty talk, belly bulging | minors dni

anon: Hi! I was hoping I could get a smut for chuuya if you could make it kinda of a part two from the other chuuya fic u have and if u can could u add a size kink and a praise kink if so thank you so much!

a/n: you thought the demon was a himbo, ha!

"You know these don't tend to last long." You send the man pushing you against the wall a wink, making sure he knows you're still top. Chūya chuckles in response.

"I'm prepared for that." Chūya gives you a smirk. You don't know it, but he doesn't mean it. He hopes it is only your sheer amount of power that attracts him to you, but he knows it's not true. He really isn't that keen on having this be a one time thing. He rather it be a long, loving relationship, keep it lasting for as long as he can; if he has to teach you commitment, he will.

You raise an eyebrow for a minute, judging his composure. "Mkay.. good. You need me to lift you, though? You're quite a way down."

Chūya huffs and rolls his eyes. With you, he's heard something along those lines about a million times. He can't control his height and he certainly can't control yours. Jeez, it's as if you were a giant. If you and him stood next to each other, he'd look like a child, not that he was that much taller than a child anyway.

"Oh shut up with that… but yes." As much as he didn't want to admit it, even though it was very clear, he couldn't kiss you from 'all the way down there'.

"Thought so." It's the shit eating grin on your face that makes him regret this. "Hold on to the horns will ya? You'll need the support."

"Doesn't bother ya?" Chūya asks, doing so anyway. They feel rather tough, like how he imagined crocodile scales to feel. Your wings, on the other hand, weren't as he'd imagined them to be. They felt like leather, despite the fact they looked like rubber. He couldn't fathom how hot they'd be in summer.

You shake your head, in turn moving his arms. "Nah. Anyway, what do you think about the fangs?" You momentarily open your mouth wider to show him. "Would you rather I don't bite you or I do?" They're not as sharp as say, a vampire or a werewolf, but they could definitely puncture.

"Maybe test them first?" You know, what he meant was that you bite his finger, or something, not his neck. It definitely stung, but it hadn't punctured. He was sure if you hadn't controlled your strength, he'd bleed. He hissed at the pain. Though it was nothing he couldn't handle, you'd taken him by surprise.

"My bad, precious." That was a new nickname. "What do you think? Did you like it? No judge if you're into it." The mention of a biting link made him think of some past lover with said kink. It sort of made him jealous.

"What if I find your sweet spot? Would that persuade you?" You bite his neck, finding the spot that made him moan. "Knew it. They're usually there." He hated the way you rubbed your past lovers in his face. In time, he'd make you forget. He was sure of that.

"Well?"

"Okay.."

"Would you look at that?" Chūya couldn't focus on anything right now, the pleasure, and pain, was too much. You would pester him for how long he took to adjust for sure. "I'm balls deep in you and I can actually see it." He hadn't registered that first part until now.

He looked down to see his stomach clearly bulging. He laughed at the sight of it. You were really a giant, in more ways than one. It was kind of.. hot though. The size difference was already turning him on, at this point it was a lot.

"Sexy." You remark, licking your lips. If it weren't for your dick, he would want that tongue in him.. again. "Can you even talk right now?"

Chūya chuckles, fixing you with a playful look before pulling you down by the horns. "Of course I can." He whispers in your ear.

"Good." You move the slightest bit, though to him it felt more than that, which urges a moan from his throat. "Although I'd like to see you try when I fuck you with no mercy."

Chūya is flustered to no end, but as the competitive guy he is, he can't just back down, even with your dick inside of him. "Is that what you say to everybody? 'Fuck you with no mercy'? How about 'fuck you 'till you're begging for hell?'"

You smirk, shaking your head to mess with his arms. His hands were surely indented with the pattern of your horns by now. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you ready now?" You were going to nag him about the time, just like he'd predicted. "You've been sitting on it for so long you could call it cockwarming. But maybe you're into that, haven't discussed the deets just yet."

"What can I do?" You laugh. "Your dick is big, you said so yourself."

"Then the details. What do you like?"

"P-Praise." He's a little nervous to admit it, what with the fact he acts like a tough cookie. He had to build up some courage for this moment.

You shift a bit as you think about it. All of a sudden, you start moving slowly. It's still quite a bit painful for Chūya, but your praise makes up for it. "You're doing good, baby." Your rough voice along with the way you grip his hips with your claws sends chills down his spine. "Just a bit more."

You chuckle, toying with the idea in your mind. You thrust a bit more, barely even containing yourself with how horny you are, before stopping to ask. "Like that?"

He had bitten his lips to keep his moans from coming out; he'd nearly drawn blood "Yeah, yeah, just like that." If his eyes weren't shut so tightly he'd be so much more flustered by the look you're giving him.

"Think you're ready yet?" The impatience was clear in your voice.

"Mm, yeah."

Your thrusts are slow at first, as a precaution. It was a wonder how you hadn't started going fast, though. You'd been in him for so long without moving that the impatience and anticipation were building up.

"You can go faster now." You smile, but you don't speed up, which confuses him. He was sure you wanted more, so why didn't you give him more?

"How much faster?" It's only now that he realizes it's a cheeky grin. 

Your sultry eyes seem to enchant him, making him unable to think properly; well, that and the thrusting. "I don't know."

"My terms, then." He doesn't like the sound of that. Luckily, you catch onto his uneasy look in time to reassure him, but your words don't do much. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."

There's no warning after that. Your thrusts are quick and hard, just how you like them though only a little less than normal. After all, you'd gotten from, say, a 1 to a 7. Since when did you start calling your thrusts like a vibrator?

"You're doing good, baby!" He didn't know why, he did but he didn't know now, but he thought you'd sound more sarcastic.

His grip on your horns loosen and his arms feel weak. Just how vulnerable did you make him feel? He couldn't hold back from letting out a loud, high-pitched moan. It caused you to laugh, which he hated since he knew you were about to tease him. "High-pitched, just for me?"

He rolled his eyes at you, maybe a little bit because of pleasure, responding just as quick. "I mean you– oh! Holy shit!" He was interrupted by his own moans.

"What was that you were going to say?"

"Straying from– ah shit! Shit shit shit!" He repeated. That chuckle of yours made him realize you'd been hitting him hard on purpose to tease him. "Straying far from," He stops himself from moaning by biting his lips momentarily. "p-praise here."

You almost pout when he finishes his sentence, but you nod. "Right, sorry, precious~" You basically purr. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you ready for more?”

“What?” You’d only just changed pace, so why would you- “Ah! Fuck me..” You hadn’t even given him time to answer, and you didn’t mean to either. This pace was the fastest, and roughest, Chūya had ever felt before, and god, did he love it. He could barely even form words, apart from curse words that were oh so familiar. The only thing that left his mouth were moans and he couldn’t even bite his lips.

“Mm, can’t talk anymore?” You weren’t really good at praise, were you? Well, it was new to you, since most of your lovers turned masochists at the sight of you. You didn’t make them, they just did. smug hoe

His arms, tired and a little sore, fall from your horns and grip your wings, which are wrapped around him. It causes you to hiss, but it’s a mere feeling in the back of your head from all the pleasure you’re getting. “Careful with those, darl.” You say with a chuckle. “You can’t break them in your state right now, but they still hurt.”

“S-Sorry.” He manages to say, continuing with moans afterward. They’re high pitched, most of them, as much as he tries to at least make them a little lower. 

“Oh? A word?” Your smirk is as much a nightmare as it is a dream. He wants to punch it off your face but also kiss it off your lips. “Right, right, praise. You take me in so well~” Chūya just barely manages a laugh.

“Ah, fuck!” Chūya shouts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer.

You smirk, moving to his neck, kissing and nipping. Your fangs sting his neck everytime you bite down, but you make sure to control yourself. Though sooner or later you’ll bite him and draw blood, it’s only inevitable.

“Go on, baby. Come loose for me, let me feel your seed on my abs.” You move to his ear, whispering and licking the lobe. 

Your words are what sends him over the edge of bliss. His seed spills all over the both of you, which is a turn on for sure; it moves with his constantly bulging belly. 

You close your eyes when you feel yourself coming closer. Instinctively, you move to his neck, giving him a harsh bite, which makes Chūya groan. You couldn’t control yourself from not biting him, even when his neck is already littered with other marks. Blood drips from the wound, two small holes.

It’s only when you go over the edge that you apologize. You move off of him, pulling him on top of you instead. He snuggles into your body, hissing in pain. “Sorry.” You move your wings to wipe the blood away.

“It’s fine… well, not really, but eh.”

You chuckle, keeping one wing on the wound and the other over the top of you. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

The promise of another time is reassuring, whether it be sexual or not, though he rather it be a date. He likes to know he has a little bit of a chance.

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Winners and Losers - Charlie Gillespie x Reader Hockey Boyfriend!AU

JATP Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, implied sex, PG-13 ish

Words: 2978 (PHEW)

Summary: Charlie’s day off consists of spending time with his favorite girl, and making bets that he’s seemingly destined to lose.

A/n: Now that the initial introduction to fuckboy!Charlie is out of our systems I present to you boyfriend!Charlie. This is gonna be a fluffy mess please enjoy hockey boyfriend wholesomeness. Also I was gonna make an aesthetic board rather than posting w/a gif like normal and while looking for pictures I FUCKING FOUND THIS PIC OF HIM PLAYING HOCKEY DEADASS lol

“You want to go skating on your one day off?” I ask Charlie with an immeasurable sense of reluctance. We’re sitting in his car, parked in front of an ice rink on the only day he has off of this week and the next. Semi-finals for the collegiate level Hockey championship are creeping up fast, and I figured he’d just want to chill on his day off.

“I want to combine my two favorite things, which is time on the ice and my favorite girl.”

“Which are.”

“What?”

“It’s ‘which are’ because the noun is plural so the conjunction has to be plural, too.” Charlie stares at me with dead-tired eyes.

“You’ve been demoted.”

“What?” I squeal in confusion, biting back a laugh but failing miserably.

“You’ve been demoted from ‘favorite girl’ to just ‘girl’.”

“Because I corrected your English?”

“Because you made me use my brain on my one day off.” Charlie squishes my cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. He then swiftly pecks me on the lips and hops out of the car. Opening the rear door, he grabs his hockey bag from the floor and slips it over his shoulder with ease.

“Do you even use your brain for your on days?” I tease once we’ve met up around the front of the car. His jaw drops as he pretends to take offense to my read. Upon connecting eyes, his open mouth widens into a playful smile. In an instant I see his eyes light up and before I can question the realization, he ruffles a large hand through my neat hair as pay back. Charlie doesn’t even budge as I try to push against his toned chest, during the season he’s so built and strong I don’t stand a chance.

“You���re a hoe,” I say as penance for messing with my styled hair.

“Come on, you loser.”

As we approach the building, I try my best to peer through the glass of the front doors. I notice that there’s only a single overhead light on in the entrance and the rest is pitch black.

“Charlie, the rink doesn’t look very open.”

“That’s ‘cause it’s not.”

“Oh nice. There’s nothing like spending time with your girlfriend by running the risk of being charged with breaking and entering, huh?”

“Give me a second, will you?” I turn to see Charlie digging through the mesh pocket on the side of his bag. He struggles for a little bit before pulling out a silver key which he inserts into the lock, turning it to push the doors open. When he notices my disinclined demeanor, he places the keys back in his bag and offers his left hand for me to take. It isn’t until I refuse to immediately take his hand, that Charlie offers an explanation.

“I’m friends with the owners.”

“Tell it to the judge,” I say, finally taking his hand in mine and entering the empty venue. “It’s nice that the place doesn’t smell like B.O. for once.”

“Well, that’s ‘cause the team isn’t here. Plus the rink we play at always smells weird.” Setting his bag down on a worn, plastic bench, Charlie begins swapping out his trainers for his hockey skates. I hesitate, sparing the slickly white ice another glance before looking back at my boyfriend.

“Charlie, I don’t own ice skates.”

“I know,” he says simply.

“Oh great. Problem solved.”

“Table the sarcasm for a second. I took care of everything.” I anticipated him to break into the rental room and yoink a pair of skates in my size, but I’m confused when he doesn’t stand up from the cool-grey bench.

“So I stole your running shoes the other day-”

“That’s where they went.”

“-And I had Megan try them on. They fit perfectly and once I learned you two are the exact same shoe size, I snagged her skates she used from figure skating,” Charlie states cleverly, looking up at me from his seated position.

“Don’t skates mold to your feet like every other shoe?”

“Yes. But that’s where you lucked out. Megan stopped pretty soon after getting this pair, so she’s only used ‘em, like, twice. They’re broken in but not completely molded.” A tiny smile plants itself firmly on my features at the amount of thought Charlie put into this. He looks back down to his own skates and quickly does up the laces, directing me to sit on the bench next to him.

“Put these on.” He hands me a pair of thick socks that seem to reach up past my ankles to protect my legs from the abrasion. I oblige and once I’m settled, Charlie sinks to his knees in front of me with his sister’s skates in hand.

“I could get used to this.”

“Get used to what?”

“The sight of a pretty boy on his knees for me.” Charlie shoots me a playful glare which quickly turns to giddy laughter.

“I learned on figure skating Tumblr that skaters know how tight their skates need to feel, and having someone else tie them means you must trust that person a lot.”

“Do you trust me?” Charlie asks, looking up from tying my left skate, but not stopping his movements. There’s nothing innately sexual about the action persay, but something about him looking at me whilst expertly tying the skate is a sure-fire turn on.

“I mean, you’re tying my skates and that means I trust you. Nothing to do with the entire four months we’ve been in a relationship.”

“It could’ve been longer if you didn’t play so hard to get,” Charlie teases in a singsong voice as he holds his palms up in defense.

“As if you had the free time to take me on dates between practice and classes.” He doesn’t reply, but simply shoots me a smug smile. Tying the final bow on the top of my right skate, Charlie claps my ankle between his hands like how a salesman would slap the roof of a car. The gesture makes me smile; I’m overcome with contentment to the point of being incapable of resisting the urge to card a hand through Charlie’s permanently unkempt fringe. Trailing downward, my hand comes to rest on the side of Charlie’s delighted face. He leans into my hand gently, as if I’m made of tissue paper or fine china.

“Good?” he asks to gauge my comfort level, a toothy smile settling his adorable face.

“They’re tight but I’m still getting steady circulation!” Standing from his place on the ground, Charlie adjusts his black joggers and offers me his hands to lift me off the bench. “Have I mentioned I’m so bad at skating it is embarrassing?” My confession causes Charlie to laugh as he slips the covers off of his blades.

“Only about a hundred times before.” I scrunch my nose at him to acknowledge the reminder. A lopsided smile replaces his laughter and he also seems to be having trouble resisting impulses; leaning down Charlie presses a lingering kiss on my soft lips. “I’m gonna do a couple laps because I’m a lot more stable than you are on the ice, and then I’ll help you on, yeah?”

“Sure,” I reply cluelessly. Charlie hops onto the ice with ease and casually skates a quick few laps around the circumference of the rink. I take the covers off the blades of Megan’s skates and set them on the ledge of the rink before looking back up to see Charlie speeding around like Sonic the Hedgehog. In no time he’s back in front of me and ready to go.

“These are really nice skates, by the way. Very high quality.”

“You’re stalling.”

“I’m scared, Charlie!” I whine into the open air. Charlie laughs at my distress and mockingly juts out his bottom lip to mirror my pout.

“Okay, the easiest way to get on the ice is just go for it and we can figure it out from there.”

“That is horrible advice, Char.” He laughs wholeheartedly once more before skating backwards a few paces.

“Just step on and come towards me. I promise I’ll catch you.” The risk is anxiety inducing but before I can talk myself out of spending this time with my boyfriend, I’m stepping onto the ice and slipping toward Charlie. As promised, he catches my forearms in his large hands and stabilizes me to the best of his ability.

“You did it!”

“Don’t patronize me,” I tease, staring up into his dazzling hazel eyes.

“So what you want to do is whichever foot has your weight on it, keep your toes pointed kinda forward, and that’ll be the direction you’re gonna go.”

“Makes sense.”

“Then, you’re gonna use the other foot to push and move forward. If you keep it facing forward like the supporting leg, you’re just gonna be flapping around in one spot. To get a good push you wanna think of having your blade perpendicular to the supporting foot.” As I try and visualize what Charlie is telling me, I keep my weight on my right foot and use my left to pretend to push off the ice with my blade sideways. He then demonstrates the movement for me before skating back to stand in front of me.

“You’re gonna just do that forward, side to side movement over and over and I’ll hold onto you.”

“Is this what they teach you in baby camp?” I ask sincerely as I stumble and hold onto Charlie’s forearms. Each push is better than the one before, but the struggle is very real nonetheless.

“Something about the phrase ‘baby camp’ sounds wrong.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” I wonder if Charlie can tell I’m making conversation to distract from how rough this is going. He’s studying my movement to help improve the smoothness of my skating. In turn, I take note of how neat Charlie’s movements are as he’s skating backwards.

“Try keeping your knees more bent.”

“Does that help?”

“Yeah. Otherwise I wouldn’t have told you to do so.”

“You know what?” I do my best to come to a stop, mostly leaning on Charlie and forcing him to stop.

“What? What are you gonna do? Skate away?”

“I’m scared I’m gonna fall, Charlie.”

“Don’t be scared, I’ve got you, Y/n.”

“What’s the proper way to stop?” I can tell Charlie senses my ulterior motive but he leaves it alone and asks me which kind of stop. “There’s more than one?”

“Yeah there’s a lot of ways to stop between hockey and figure skating.”

“What’s the easiest?” Charlie then thinks for a brief moment before bringing the two of us to a slow pace and letting go of my hands once I’m stable.

“I’ll show you.” Skating to the other end of the rink, Charlie then begins speeding toward me like he’s about to check me. I squeak but nonetheless remain standing because I trust Charlie to stop. As he reaches where I’m standing, he maneuvers his body to skid sideways and presses the inside edge of his blade into the ice underneath his skates. Disrupted shavings fly up and sprinkle my body from chest to toe. Before the cloud of ice even settles, Charlie is losing his mind with laughter.

“You’re such a dick!” More laughter. “I think it went down my sweatshirt, Charlie. You got ice on my tiddies,” I pout which makes him laugh even harder than before to the point of inaudibility. I can’t help but laugh along at my own comment and how amused Charlie is at my distress.

“You suck.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby.” Charlie skates forward to close the gap between us before taking my hands in his once more. His grin never falters which indicates,

“You’re not sorry, you just don’t want me to be mad at you.” A moment of silence passes and he begins laughing once more, trying his best to conceal it.

“It was pretty funny.”

“Now teach me how to stop, you fucker!”

“If I teach you, are you still going to be mad at me?”

“Maybe.”

“Hello?” I hear someone call from the entrance of the building. I freeze, freaked out by the fact that we’re no longer alone in the building. Snapping around, I turn to look at Charlie who is not at all phased by the additional voice.

“Oh, I totally forgot to mention! I invited Owen and Savannah and then Jer and Carolynn to skate with us.”

“That would have been nice to know.”

“Charlie? Y/n?” I hear Savannah call after entering the rink area. Charlie takes my right hand in his left and we begin skating toward the rink entrance to greet our friends. He’s set a moderate pace that I can keep up with easily enough. Once we reach the doors however, Charlie releases my hand and speeds up a tiny bit to come to a stop, and catch me from sliding right into the walls. After stopping though, he doesn’t take either of his hands off of my waist, but rests holding onto me.

“I have my own skates, but Owen needs help breaking into the rental room.”

“Oh gotcha.” And with that, Charlie hops off the ice, brushing the remaining flakes off his blades and putting on the blade covers he brought earlier.

“Charlie didn’t tell me you guys were coming!” I complain while leaning over the edge of the rink to pull her into a hug.

“Maybe he didn’t want you to know,” Savannah teases with a smile. Reentering the rink area, Charlie discards his blade covers before motioning for me to move over so he can run onto the ice.

“He’ll probably be a couple minutes.”

“Does he know how to tie ice skates?” I ask practically. Charlie and Savannah exchange a look as if silently debating who should go.

“I’ll go help him,” Savannah offers and disappears to help Owen, along with fastening her own skates. Charlie skates up to face me, placing his hands on my waist once more.

“Wanna bet on how long it’ll take Owen to fall?” He asks maliciously, grinning with the tip of his tongue poking between his teeth. After evaluating the morality of betting our friend’s misfortune, I speak up.

“What’s the penance?”

“Loser gives the winner head when we get home?” Charlie answers all too quickly.

“Sounds like you’ve been holding onto that one for a while. Are we talking all the way down to the ground or like stumbling enough to need to grab something else for stability?”

“Stumbling enough to need stability.”

“In that case, I bet he’ll fall before he even steps on the ice.”

“No way. I bet he’ll fall within the two minutes on the ice.”

“You’re on.” I extend my dominant hand to shake Charlie’s, sealing our fate with one gesture. As if on cue, Owen rounds the corner with Savannah and the two of them begin making their way toward the rink. I feel myself holding my breath in anticipation. Not that I’d be upset to pay the loser’s penance. Quite the opposite actually. It’s just the principle of losing that I’m not looking forward to.

Savannah hops on first, already comfortable on the ice. She loops a small ellipse, curious as to why Charlie and I are frozen in place. Owen’s headed toward the ice and I bite my lower lip as he lifts one foot to step onto the ice.

In an instant, he somehow managed to misstep and had his blade halfway on the ice, halfway off, causing him to stumble and grab the wall of the rink for security.

“Yes!” I shout, turning to look at Charlie. He seems offended by my declaration before trying to defend himself.

“Why are you celebrating? Clearly, I won.”

“No you did not,” I enunciate each word, “he wasn’t on the ice yet so I won.”

“He had his foot already on the ice and that’s what caused him to slip! He was halfway on the ice so I won!”

“That logic works the same way that I won because he was also halfway off the ice!”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Savannah interrupts my and Charlie’s argument.

“We made a bet on when Owen would fall first. She says it was before he got on the ice, and I said it’d be in the first two minutes of him being on the ice.”

“And he still wasn’t completely onto the ice so therefore, I won!”

“No, you didn’t!”

“I totally did!”

“You guys seem really heated over this. How much money did you bet?”

“We didn’t bet money-” I cut Charlie off by placing the back of my hand on the front of his chest to grab his attention. Once he looks at me, he understands why I stopped him.

“So you both just planned on watching me fall without helping me?” Owen asks in disbelief. He’s cut off by Savannah’s next round of questions.

“So, if not money, what?” After a long, awkward silence of Charlie and I sharing glances back and forth, Savannah asks,

“It’s a sex thing, isn’t it?”

“Definitely a sex thing,” Owen states to add insult to injury.

“No, it’s not! It’s a-” I trail off, realizing I started speaking without having thought of a fake punishment.

“...Yeah, it’s a sex thing.”

“Charlie.” I place one hand on my hip bone and the other comes up to pinch the bridge of my nose.

“In that case… Y/n wins,” Savannah declares nonchalantly before skating over to help Owen onto the ice once and for all.

“I’m not saying Savannah’s always right buuuut...” I elongate the word before finally looking Charlie in the eyes.

“You jerk,” he shakes his head slightly but smiles nonetheless.

“I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you, too….   asshole.”

***

A/n: I learned something about myself and that’s that when I write fics 2k words and above, it’s too long for my pea brain to proofread. Go figure!

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Dream SMP Recap (April 22/2021) - Building Cannons

After an off-the-books meeting, Tubbo shows Tommy how to build TNT cannons in preparation for a plan of Tommy’s. Along the way, they speak with Ghostbur and establish a national currency of codfish.

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VOD LINKS:

Tubbo

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Ranboo

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- Tubbo heads towards Pogtopia to meet Tommy at L’manburg.

- At the resurrection site, Tommy finds Quackity’s “Project Nevadas” book and reads it. Ghostbur runs up to Tubbo at the crater.

- Tubbo meets Tommy at the resurrection site. Tommy has two hoes named “Stacy” and “Martin.” 

- Ghostbur joins the call and greets them.

- Tubbo and Tommy had a meeting a few days ago “off the books” and Tubbo said he would help Tommy make TNT cannons for next week and later down the line.

- They go to the prison and Tommy judges the distance over the water. Water hurts Ghostbur when he tries to swim in it. He mentions he doesn’t like musicals, but he has a strange memory of one called “Hamilton.”

- First, they need supplies. Tommy and Tubbo go through the Nether to find Fundy’s mushroom biome mob grinder to get TNT.

- They get back. Tubbo tells Tommy his hoe is named “Hoeboo.”

- They meet up with Ghostbur again. They tell him they’re making “big fireworks.” They just need sand.

- Ghostbur says he’s been wandering around. Something keeps drawing him to L’manburg. It feels like he has to be there. Tubbo asks if it’s unfinished business.

- Tommy tells him he doesn’t want him going to L’manburg anymore. He doesn’t care where he goes, just anywhere but L’manburg.

- Tommy tells Ghostbur that Dream killed him. He died and spoke to Wilbur. Ghostbur doesn’t want to talk about it anymore and gives them sand and blue.

- When Ghostbur was standing still, Ranboo came over and gave him a gift: an Ender pearl.

- Ghostbur does a trade with cod. Tubbo suggests that codfish be their national currency. Tubbo also gives Ghostbur a gift of cod and Ghostbur calls him the nicest President he’s ever met.

- Ranboo arrives, gives Tubbo a Totem of Undying and whispers “careful.”

- According to Tommy, Ghostbur must pay a cod tax. 

- Ranboo shows up again.

Ghostbur: “Tubbo, I’m talking to an uckers boy!”

Tubbo: “You’re talking to an uckers boy! Yo, that’s my favorite uckers boy!”

Tommy: “Awww wh--”

Tubbo: “That’s my second favorite uckers boy!”

Ghostbur: “Am I your favorite?”

Tubbo: “...That’s my third favorite uckers boy!”

- They set off some TNT to start building the cannon and Ghostbur says he should leave. He doesn’t like the sound of those fireworks.

- Tommy tells him again to not go to L’manburg. Ghostbur leaves to go to Pogtopia instead.

- Ranboo comes over to say hi. They perform some test shots.

- The tests run successfully. Tommy asks Ranboo if he knows what he’s doing. Tubbo mentions that Ranboo kept the minutes in the off-books meeting, but Ranboo says he doesn’t think he was there.

- Tommy says, if there were a place where there was mining fatigue that he needed to break into, this could work. There may be gaps in the obsidian that can be used to infiltrate.

Tommy: “There are gaps, Tubbo, I’ve been in there. I was with a deity, Drista.”

- They decide to blow something up, perhaps the bamboo forest.

Tubbo: “Death to nature!”

[Lightning strikes ominously in the background]

[It is Earth Day]

- They blow up some bamboo and launch Tubbo onto the tree.

- They visit Little Penis Land and reminisce about the signs left there. 

- They return to Tommy’s house. Tommy says he’ll be leaving. Tubbo wishes him luck and Tommy departs.

- Tubbo and Ranboo immediately go to build a penis on top of the prison.

- They then visit Tommy’s summer home. Tubbo remembers how he lowered Dream’s IQ by dropping an anvil on his head there.

- Then they see the newer cobblestone tower on the beach and visit the planning board for the Manberg-Pogtopia War. Ranboo mentions he hasn’t seen Quackity recently. They wonder what he’s been up to.

- For a trip down memory lane, Tubbo brings Ranboo to Punz’s house and shows him the original soul speed highway beneath his house running all the way to Tubbo’s first villager farms.

- They head to the ruins of Sapnap’s house and Tubbo shows Ranboo Sapnap’s newer underground base.

- Afterwards, they visit Church Prime and ring the bell for some subs.

- Tubbo receives a sign from God and stops streaming. 

- Foolish works on his Nether Portal build.

- Ranboo does a chill stream working on a Beeg Hole while talking about his upcoming lore stream.

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Upcoming events remain the same.

Ranboo will be streaming at 5pm EST.

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