#could be she's about to piss her wetsuit

[irradiatedpiratebooty]

[hannahssimblr]

I trek down to the surf shack to get something to eat soon after, on the way passing a couple messing about in the sea. The girl, about my age, has light brown hair, straight, wet, and clinging to her shoulders. I squint at her for a minute, but as she turns her face, her profile is wrong. She's not who I thought she was.

Liam’s dad, Anthony, is at the till today. 

“Hello, Mister Turner!” He says brightly. When he smiles like that, with his crooked front teeth on show he looks a lot like his son. We exchange some pleasantries and I buy the standard limp burger with wet lettuce and a bag of greasy chips. I make sure to request double the ketchup, and then I park myself on the sandy benches out front, squeezing packet after packet onto the soggy bun. 

Liam ambles by about five minutes into my underwhelming feast, a surfboard tucked under his arm and water dripping from the blonde curls around his face. I raise a hand to him in greeting and he returns a thin smile. 

“Hi, Jude.”

“Hey. Were you surfing?”

“Yep,” his eyes flick down to the pile of napkins catching all of the sauce dripping out of my burger. If he was some girl I’d probably be embarrassed about the mess, but he’s not. He’s Liam.

“Heard you were in Dublin yesterday.” He says.

“I was.”

“With Evie.”

The way he says it is interesting. I glance up, squinting a little against the sun, but I can make out his frozen expression, the way he flexes his fingers around his board. I pause, “Uh huh. With Evie.”

“Sounds like you had a very nice day.”

“Did she say that, yeah?”

“Yeah, she told me when she came down to see me. Literally first thing in the morning.”

Seems like an arbitrary detail. I shrug, “Okay, I'm glad.”

He hovers there for too long like he wants to say something else, but I really don’t care enough to wonder, I just pick at my chips and wait for him to go away. 

“I’m going to ask her to be the date to my debs tonight,” he blurts out, and again, I shrug, “Okay.”

“Kelly told me that Evie’s dying for me to ask her, so, I will.”

“Yeah, I mean, sounds about right since she’s your girlfriend and all,” I deliver a serene smile and pretend to be ignorant of reality while a blush rises from the collar of his wetsuit.

“Did she talk about me yesterday?”

“No.”

It seems he can't decide what to feel about this, and short circuits to a nervous laugh. “Cool, I guess what we have is pretty personal, so... That's why.”

“Yeah. Good for you. I- um, do you need to dry off now or something?” I don't understand why he isn’t going away. I just want to eat in peace. 

“I’ll probably dry in the sun and then go out on the waves again after lunch or whatever.”

“Nice.”

“Do you know how to surf, by the way?” I also don’t understand why he’s puffing his chest out like that, making himself all big. I just shake my head. 

“Shame, but if you wanted to I could teach you a thing or two. You know, girls love a guy who can ride the waves.”

Oh God. Ride the waves? I cringe so hard that I have to break eye contact. What is happening? Why do I feel like he’s trying to start a pissing match with me? It’s bizarre. And besides, as if I’ve ever had an issue getting girls to like me, I can’t even work out his angle. “I’m moving to a country that’s mostly landlocked in like, six weeks, so I think I’m alright.”

“Yeah, cool, cool…” he says, “well if you change your mind you know where to find me.” 

“Definitely.”

And with a flick of his chin, he marches off, leaving me alone with my greasy lunch.

“Fucked if I know what that was about,” I mutter.

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[sketchy-rosewitch]

Learning Curves: Butchie Yost x angel!gn!afab!reader

Warnings: innocence kink, daddy kink for like five seconds, fingering, PinV, small handjob, mini Butchie outbursts

A/N: you already know I had to write this one literally enjoyed writing all of it

Taggies: @blurrymango @bosinclairz

Butchie Yost was not the type of man you thought your father would have you watch over. His life was beyond a mess and he had already had a Guardian Angel. Well it was the whole family’s Angel, but right now that Angel, John, was watching over the youngest Yost in the family who was Butchie’s son, Shaun. Which meant you were sent down to watch over Butchie since he didn’t live with the rest of the Yost’s. Also Cissy and Mitch seemed to have gotten their marital problems sorted just a little bit when you showed up so there was no reason those two needed Angels themselves. John could only help Butchie out so much, he stopped his addiction but there were.. other things he needed worked on.

Butchie sits on his dingy couch itching and sighing. You sit next to him quiet, waiting for him to say something cause you hardly ever know what to say to him. You hate stressing him out cause then he starts freaking out and yelling, saying things he doesn’t mean.

“I-uh never asked you why you’re here.” Butchie breaks the silence. You look at him.

“Father said, ‘Watch over Butchie Yost.’” You reply, Butchie tilts his head from side to side.

“Yeah but why me? I mean I’m a lowlife druggie. There ain’t hope for me.” The blond scoffs. You furrow your brows.

“Because John can’t watch over you all of the time. He’s watching Shaun, Cissy, and Mitch Yost. You don’t live with them. There is hope for you Butchie Yost. There’s hope for the whole family. Why do you think John stopped your drug addiction?”

Butchie plays with his hands and shrugs.

“I’m here to take care of you. You’re more important than you think.”

“Guess if you keep sayin’ it I ought to start believin it yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You watch as Butchie gets up and follow him closely behind. He stops you though and looks at you up and down.

“You don’t have to follow me everywhere.”

You furrow your brows. “Father said, ‘Watch over Butchie Yost.’”

“Yeah well Butchie Yost needs space. Why don’t we..” the blond looks around for a second and lets put a gasp, he walks over to his laptop and opens it up.

“Can look up whatever you want while I’m gone. I’ll be back.” He sits you down in the chair at his dining room table. “I promise. It’ll be a bit later though okay?”

You nod your head and watch as he leaves his motel room.

-

Butchie rushes into the surf shop, hoping, praying Kai is there. When he enters a sigh of relief leaves his mouth and he comes up to her.

“I need your help.” Butchie says to the small woman. She furrows her brows.

“Don’t you have an Angel to help you?” She teases, Butchie rolls his eyes.

“It’s about them.” His face reads pissed off, but Butchie is more worried than anything.

“Okay… what about them?” Kai goes out from the other side of the counter to restock some wetsuits. Butchie seems to follow close behind her and fumbled with his hands, sighing and grunting to himself. Struggling to get his words out and to Kai. “Can’t help you if you’re not talking.” She snorts.

“I know! But you know how I get! Fuckin’ bitch. Goddamn!” Butchie snaps, causing Kai to jump. “Sorry.” He mumbles after a deep breath.

“It’s okay, take your time.”

The bell rings on top of the door making Butchie sigh as Kai goes behind the counter. He watches as she helps a costumer out with a surfboard, soon after another other costumer comes in. Butchie rolls his eyes and gets lost in his thoughts instead of getting frustrated with the amount of people that just showed up.

Why the hell did you have to show up? Talking to him following him everywhere? There was something different about you compared to John. You had a little more intelligence about certain things and didn’t take everyone so literally. At least, not all of the time.

You made his life better it felt so wrong to fall in love with such an innocent person like you. John may have gotten him out of the mud but you kept him from jumping back in and getting stuck. You make him laugh and enjoy life so much more.

Kai touches Butchie’s shoulder and smiles down at him. “You ready?”

He nods and starts to explain everything. From how you talk to the way you present yourself to the things you do for him.

“So you’re in love with them?”

Butchie rolls his eyes.

“Hey, I’m asking so I can help. Don’t be an ass.” Kai playfully pushes Butchie making him relax and smile.

“Yeah, I am.” The surfer admits. “I just don’t knows what to do about it. I don’t wanna say something and they’re only answering the way I want them to answer.”

Kai pats his shoulder and sighs, thinking deeply.

“Just, ask them not to parrot, if they parrot when you ask them not to then don’t ask them. If they don’t, ask them. That’ll be your honest answer.”

Butchie nods.

“Thank you Kai, means a lot.”

-

Your brows furrow as you look closer at the screen. Carefully listening to what the couple are moaning about.

Lots of slapping and sounds of pleasure leave the laptop. You watch as the man thrusts his hips into the woman.

Maybe Butchie could teach you about this.

You shrug to yourself.

“Yeah, yeah you like that?”

“Mhm!!”

“Slut.” He slaps the woman. You squint.

“Slut.” You repeat.

“God daddy! Fuck me harder!”

“God daddy! Fuck me harder!”

The motel door opens and you look up seeing Butchie with some grocery bags, the sun’s already gone down outside and you watch as he kicks the door shut. His brows furrow at you.

“The hell are you watchin?” He asks, you look at the screen and read the title.

“Daddy takes my virginity.” Then look back at Butchie. “Was in your search history.”

A small disappointed sigh leaves his mouth, the pornographic moans continue until he shuts the laptop himself.

You get up and follow Butchie’s movements, putting away the small amount of groceries he has. “Did you have fun?” You ask.

“Sure.”

“Good. I had fun too. You have lots to do on your laptop.” You smile, waiting for Butchie’s approval.

“Yeah I can see that. Probably should’ve deleted my search history before I let you on there.” Butchie shakes his head and pulls out a beer popping it open and taking a sip.

“Why? I learned a lot. There’s stuff I wanna try with you.”

Butchie chokes, you rush over to him and rub his back. He gives you a confused look. “Like what?”

“Well, I wanna try whatever they were trying on the computer. I liked the noises it intrigued me. I wanna be the woman though.” You explain, walking over to the bed.

God Butchie’s never been more nervous in his life. He wants you so badly but you didn’t even know what sex was. He couldn’t teach you, but the thought of another man doing it because he would infuriated him more than anything.

“Butchie I gotta tell you something else.”

You’re facing away from the man you watch over. Never feeling like this before you huff to yourself a few times not knowing how to deal with this pit in your stomach.

“You know how people on those shows will kiss and stuff?” You ask.

“Yeah..”

“I want that. But I don’t know what that is. I never usually want anything. Everything I’ve done, well.. I’ve done it for you. But stuff is changing and what if my father is saying we should be together, since I’m having this urge. I don’t know maybe you think it’s stupid-“

“No, I don’t. It’s not. I think what you want is uh perfect, it’s perfect cause I fuck- want it too.” Butchie walks over to you nervously. “You want a relationship. You’re always watchin’ stuff on it. I- goddamnit, I notice when I wake up in the middle of the night you’re always watching rom coms and I can’t promise our relationship would be like that but I want somethin’. I can’t stand looking at you all the time or being near you and not being able to kiss you! Fuck!” Butchie’s shoulders tense up as he crosses his arms, you turn to look at him and smile like a dumb dog.

“Really?!”

“Yes.”

“We should kiss, oh! We should do it like they do it in the movies! Ask for rain.” You’re already dragging Butchie outside.

“God it should be raining right now?”

You smile and as soon as the door opens the rain has started. You take the blond surfer to the middle of the motel lot and wipe your now sopping hair from your eyes.

You’re smiling widely at him.

The moment couldn’t be anymore perfect, as he holds your face in his hands and leans down. His chapped lips meet yours, your hands hold his face as you deepen the kiss. When you two let go he’s sharing the same smile you are. You can see it in the street lights. You hug him tightly.

“I love Butchie Yost!” Your voice echos around the buildings.

“I love you too.” He whispers.

“Now can we recreate what they were doing in the videos I was watching earlier?” You ask, he nods, this time he’s dragging you back inside.

The rain doesn’t let up for a second, as you two start undressing.

“Are you sure you want this?” Butchie asks, you nod quickly. Butchie takes a deep breath and sits you on the bed, your legs are spread out and he sits next to you.

“You can do this yourself sometimes if you want. I’m just gonna show you with my hand for right now.”

Your face reads completely vulnerable yet understanding. He dips his fingers down and over your clit. Something stretches you slightly inside making you gasp. It curls, your brows furrow as you look at Butchie. You’ve never seen him so focused before.

“You want another one?” He asks, continuing to curl his index finger. You nod.

“Y-yeah!” Your voice is breathy. He smiles and kisses your cheek gently. Butchie adds another finger. You let out a squeak, grabbing onto Butchie’s wrist and look at him with desperate eyes.

Everything feels tingly and good.

“You wanna keep going? You want me to stretch your cunt out?”

“Cunt?!” You whine.

“Yeah, that’s what this is. It’s what I’m fingering it’s your tight little cunt.”

His finger move faster and you let out loud mewls. His chapped lips kiss across your jaw.

“Oooh, Butchie it it it. It’s tight! Feels so good!”

Your jaw is slack, but you turn and he starts to play with your tongue with his. Your body forces itself against his hand, you cry into his mouth. Body shaking. You orgasm, squirting into his palm. You grip his wrist harder and pant into his mouth.

He backs up, sliding his fingers easily out of you then licks his hand clean.

He then grabs you, hugs you tightly and doesn’t let go.

“Daddy, fuck me.” You mumble. He stares at you and lets out a laugh.

“O-okay, just, don’t call me that okay?”

You smile and kiss him to confirm you understand. “This is my cock. God I hate the way I said that.” He cringes. “Anyway, it’ll goes inside of you. I just gotta.”

Butchie spits in his hand and wraps it around his cock, pumping it a few times. You watch, repeating his actions you move his hand away and gently grip his cock, pumping him up and down. A small groan leaves his throat. You smile and kiss his cheek, the same as he did to you.

“Slut.” You mimic earlier, Butchie’s cock twitches in your palm.

“Fuck. We can try that another time yeah? Why don’t you let me fuck you now.”

Butchie looks at you sweetly and moves your hand away then lays you back against his pillows.

You keep your legs spread and smile below the man. He kisses you lips.

“You ready? I’m gonna go slow alright?”

“Sounds good Butchie.”

The head of his cock slides up and down and a small jolt of pleasure runs up you.

“Just rubbing your clit. I’ll show you how to masturbate later okay?”

“Okay.”

Slowly his cock slides into your. Your cunt stretches open and you let out a loud moan, gripping onto Butchie’s arms that lay on both sides of your head. He smiles down at you. “Just tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”

It takes a few moments but eventually it stops hurting as badly. “I’m ready.”

The surfer nods and pulls his hips back before thrusting forward with a loud grunt. Already the bed croaks and you squeal as his cock repeatedly stretches you out. Butchie’s arms bend down so he’s closer to your face. He moans softly into your mouth as he kisses you.

Your hips roll into him and Butchie seems to feel it since he lets go and looks at you.

“Good job. You’re gettin’ the hang of it.” He kisses you again, groaning as your cunt tightens at his statement. “You like that? You like praise?”

“Yes… yes Butchie!“ Your voice cracks.

“Good, cause you always do so good for me. God, fuck you’re a good listener.” Butchie’s hips stutter for a second and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. He continues fucking into you and you feel your stomach heating up again and tingling. Your eyes get big and roll back.

“Butchie! Butch- I-it’s feeling like before!”

Butchie kisses your neck lightly.

“You gonna cum for me? That’s what the feeling is. You’re gonna-fuck you’re gonna orgasm. You like that feeling?”

You nod your head, biting down in your lip. He fucks into you a few more times and you let out a loud squeal, legs shaking, you try and curl up and away from Butchie but he’s quick to grab you and ground you. Butchie pulls out and jerks himself off, you watch dazed, letting out soft mumbles of nothing.

He lets out a loud groan and white stuff spurts out everywhere onto you and you watch as his hips buck hard into his hand and smile gently up at him.

Butchie pants and looks into your eyes, he grabs you and your body jolts, still in the aftermath of your orgasm.

“You feel good?” He asks, concern fills his voice. You nod your head and cuddle into Butchie. He rubs your back and both of you lay there without a care in the world, listening as the rain patters outside.

[winxrewritingsandfictions]

Time of Wars Part 5

Stella was coming back from the northwest side of the city. She had met up with a few smugglers with the help of Musa. These men were criminals, but anyone here was a criminal. This society was upside down. Being a criminal meant being against the rules, rules set up by the archaic and diabolical king. Both women were walking back to the headquarters, blueprints in one hand, a satisfied smile on their lips. Stella looked indecently proud of herself. She felt confident in her wetsuit and her messy ponytail. Of course, glossy lips and orange eyeshadow were still mandatory for the princess.  

Musa, next to her, looked relaxed and smug. Walking with her hands behind her head, she was humming a song. She was wearing baggy leather pants and a few chains circled her waist. Her red top covered her breast and a ripped leather jacket fell on her pale shoulders. She wore sneakers with cleats, which were really useful when it came to spying. These shoes gripped any material. Her hair was shorter, right under her breast. They were perfectly straight. Half of her face was hidden behind it. She had red eyeliner and blue mascara. Stella had told her a million times how it suited her new style. Musa had only shrugged.

A few people saluted the two fairies while they entered the headquarters' main room. Tecna was sitting there, her purple hair standing out around the futuristic, rather dark, decoration. The room contrasted drastically with the one shown on the gigantic screen. On the right, they could see a picture of Bloom. Right under it, there was a blueprint of the building she and Aisha had infiltrated. Next to Tecna was Marcus. The man looked unpleased, even pissed.

True to herself, Stella decided to interrupt the quiet meeting:

“Isn't that our sweet, gentle Marcus?” Said the blond. “What do you think Musa. Doesn’t he look stunning?”

“Totally! What a womanizer…” said Musa in return, laughing a little.

Their sneaky grin and insolent attitude got them a glare from their boss. He turned toward them and bite his tongue.

“Girls! I hope you manage to get the blueprints I asked you to… Get.”

“Steal is the world you are looking for,” said Stella.

“Who do you think we are!” Said Musa, smugly. “A little distraction and the fools were at our feet.” She looked toward the blond who shared a knowing smile with her. “Like stealing candy from a baby, really.”

On the other side of the screen, Sky and Brandon couldn’t believe their eyes. First Bloom, now them. Were they really the Winx? Both friends looked at each other, then arched an eyebrow toward the rest of the people in the room. They all shared a surprised expression. Samara gasped a little bit at how the girls were dressed. Bloom had worn something sexy indeed, but seeing Musa’s outfit, the queen had a little stroke. She was certainly not used to these sorts of outfits. They were far from classy.

“Perfect!” said Marcus shortly.

“Where is Flora?” Asked Musa,

“With Tejanos and Zyrah. They are dealing with the new ships for the drones and making sure our shipments are secured and on the road.”

Both fairies nodded their head. Tecna just held her hand toward her friends, not taking her eyes away from Bloom’s screen.

“We have company girls.” She finally said while dropping a new page on the screen. A few seconds later, the Winx could see a room full of people, and then, in front, three well-built men. Stella's eyes instantly glimmered. A sly smile appeared on her lips, and she winked at Musa who snorted, already amused by her friend’s behavior.

“Well, isn’t that Heraklion’s royal council?” Sneakered the fairy.

“Still alive?” Added Musa, still looking away.

Both men couldn’t believe their hears. And their eyes. They looked so nonchalant. Musa’s remark. Stella being… Not already all over Brandon? Yes, they were different. But who wouldn’t change after so much time and war?

“Does Bloom know?” Musa asked, talking about the group from Heraklion.

“As if I wouldn’t!”

The screen opened once again Bloom’s window. She was walking down a corridor.

“Wait so she could hear everything?” Said Brandon.

“She is still able to hear everything. Hello to you too, Brandon.”

Stella laughed out loud. She was enjoying the turn of events. After what the boys had pulled on both princesses, they had it hard. They were still salty about being left behind, once again!  

Sky focused back on her screen. She was now alone. But for how long?

“Well, congratulations Bloom. Your last demonstration was impressive. You left a room full of knights and soldiers dumbfounded.” Told her Marcus.

“You are welcome.” Said the redhead, not caring much.

“Bloom, according to the blueprints Stella and Musa just stole, you need to go to the east wing," said Tecna, "it shouldn’t be too difficult. I’m sending the itinerary to your eyeShip.”

“What am I looking for?”

“The routers' room. From there, I will be able to hack their system. But remember, once inside, you will only have a few minutes.”

“Right.”

“Good luck!”

As soon as Tecna pronounced those words, Bloom received the right itinerary on her eyeShip. Without any hesitation, the young woman took the right path. It would take her at least half an hour to reach it. The site was gigantic, but she wasn’t worried. Soon enough she would make it and Tecna would be able to hack anything she needed. And Bloom wasn’t alone. Darius and Aisha were close too.

Speaking of the water fairy, Bloom received a call from her.

“What’s up?”

“You better come to the north wing. We found something very, very interesting.”

“Aisha, I just got the itinerary for the routers room, I can’t.”

“Believe me when I say this is more important!” declared Aisha.

“What is it?!” added Bloom, annoyed.

“Kids.” Said Darius.

“Kids? Kids as in children?”

“Yes!” replied the young man.

“What the hell?!”

“All of those kids were listed in the folders where you found Sky’s name…” Added Aisha.

“Kidnapped?”

“Well, from the look of things, I doubt they chained themselves to the walls and starved themselves on purpose.”

Bloom was thinking fast… They did plan on kidnapping heirs of other kingdoms!

“She is coming.” Said Darius. He knew the woman well enough to know that she would never abandon children.

On Heraklion, no one uttered a word. They knew exactly what this meant.

“There is something that I don’t get,” said Musa, suddenly much more serious than earlier, “if they were all kidnapped, why is Sky still on Heraklion when, literally, he was on top of the list?”

All were silent. That was an excellent question.

“I hope for you all that this really isn’t a trap and that they really want Sky’s skin and not Bloom’s, because, if you needed a reminder, Bloom is also a powerful heiress in our dimension. And let’s face it, from our experience and a bit of common sense, what sounds more interesting to you? A powerful army or the Dragon Flame?”

 Sky had to exhale loudly, rubbing his face. Musa was right. This could go really badly.

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Tadaaa! Hehe, what do you think? I'm working on the last chapters.

Here are a few of my stories :

Game of Minds Part 1

Witch love : Part 1

coffee break : Part 1

[jodilin65]

Earlier this morning, I planned to have a mani-pedi, but the salon was closed. Instead, we visited Treasure Mart during a nice mini thunderstorm, a place we hadn’t been to in many months. We spotted some cute things that caught our eye, but they were a bit pricey, so we decided not to make any purchases. There was a figurine I almost bought; it was nice, but nothing extraordinary. Nonetheless, it was refreshing to get out. We strolled through the aisles of the large store for nearly an hour. Towards the end, I suddenly felt exhausted, realizing I need to be more active to build endurance to avoid getting tired easily. Because of it, he moved the treadmill back into the living room. I just don’t get enough of a workout hitting the road in VR.

Tomorrow, I’m scheduled to visit the salon, and on Thursday, I have a painting class at the clubhouse.

The hammering next door has begun. I’m guessing this is where they start hammering down the borders. I don’t see a truck over there, though, and I didn’t see anyone in back so maybe they’re starting on the other side of the house. Then again, these houses are so damn close that if he was hammering on his exterior living room wall or the exterior wall of the second bedroom, I would hear it in here. I just hope they’re done with whatever they’re doing before I start sleeping in!

We talked about some future activities we want to do. For $65 each we can get taken out on a boat, given a wetsuit, and go snorkeling with manatees. This is at a place an hour north of here.

There’s also a walking trail nearby that might be a fun place to go when we’re bombing the place.

So I called and left a message for them to give to Rhonda about the breathing issues caused by the nitrofurantoin and asked if I could be switched to bactrim or amoxicillin.

OMG, I’m so pissed. I’ll have to finish this later.

Okay, I’m back. The girl who works in the office called telling me to call her back after we agreed she could leave a message. When I called, she said my urine test was negative.

Then why the hell was I given an antibiotic and put at risk of getting a yeast infection if it was negative?

So now I’m waiting for the nurse to call back with more info and I’m going to answer since I know that even though I once again reminded them that they could leave all the detailed messages they want, I’m just gonna be told to call back.

Damn, do I miss Galileo!

Anyway, unless all these doctors are missing something, I’m going to assume that any burning I’ve been feeling is due to menopause. It can be pretty bad from what I was told, and of course, I always have to get it the worst. If I can’t manage to get it under control myself, then I might have to make a GYN appointment.

The honker is trimming the tree between him and Sue. I thought that was something he normally did before he left but if he’s interested in an event at the end of next month, he probably won’t leave until May.

Yesterday his truck never moved at all, which is unusual for him, so I’m guessing he was either picked up or was very sick.

Oh, look at that. Colleen is over there with him now even though her vehicle isn’t there. I’m a little worried that this relationship could cause him to move down here full-time or stay here longer but maybe she’s a snowbird too. I’m now guessing he was over at her place yesterday. It’s only about a five-minute walk over there. What are they going to do, though, unless she too is from his area of Canada? Have a relationship every other 6 months?

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 116/304

2013 Monaco GP

Okayyy today we're watching the worst race of the season aka MONACO

Massa and Grosjean (twice) ended up in the barriers, already.

Oh dear, there's a new controversy. What now. Apparently after the Spanish GP, Mercedes did a 1'000km test. Pirelli allowed them to do so I guess to understand the tyres better but it's illegal according to the FIA. Merc says the FIA signed off on it and that another team did that earlier in the year (who?). A meeting is happening. Lauda says they've been asked by Pirelli to do the test, they asked the FIA if they were allowed to do it, they said yes and he thinks other teams have been asked too. Honestly I understand the issue but if the FIA said they could do it, it's on the FIA and not on Merc. Lauda says one of them has tested earlier in the season (WHO?). Damon Hill says what they did wrong is that, as the team who struggled the most with the tyres in Barcelona, they somehow managed to get picked by pirelli to do the test. Brundle says it's impossible to do testing in Barcelona without people noticing because there's a hotel overlooking the track etc. and so why didn't they come out earlier and say it happened rather than try to hide it? Also he says it can only have been "premeditated" because such a test involves a lot of logistics. They agree Pirelli has to ameliorate the degradation of the tyres and lessen the risk of delamination and so they have work to do but they did it with one team. 

Ted says Redbull is one of the teams who are vehemently protesting what happened because Mercedes has protested many things they did before so they're trying to heat the issue up. (Is that where it all started?) Ferrari is also pissed. They're trying to get Lotus to join them but they don't want to take part in it. (Apparently last time they protested something Redbull didn't back them up.) McLaren are partners with Mercedes so they're not saying anything, even though the partnership is about to end as McLaren moves to the Honda engine. It's like children in school drama isn't it? 

Quali report. It was wet! Massa didn't take part in it, he crashed quite heavily in FP and the team couldn't get the car back in shape in time. Grosjean made mistakes 3 times during practice, touching the wall twice, he didn't make it into Q3. Seb thought they could challenge the Mercedes but he made mistakes and he's 3rd, ahead of Webber, Raikkonen and Alonso. Both McLarens in Q3 for the first time since Malaysia. It seems Jenson had a fuel pump issue and he's only 9th, though. Lewis wasn't happy with his setup during the FPs, and he's 2nd, while Rosberg got his 3rd pole in a row. But well… I'll wait and see how they do during the race before getting happy about it. 

Pinkham asks Lewis if he thinks they can get a 1-2 in the race. He says it's gonna be tough but he's excited, he just hopes to get a good race. He says it's the most special GP to win apart from your home GP, but it's also the most difficult race to win so when you do win and get to meet the Prince it's the “crème de la crème”. 

Now we hear Redbull has lodged a protest against the whole Mercedes testing thing. 

OH MY GOD BABY ROSCOE?!

They are in cars, each with a journalist. So at this point Lewis has been living in Monaco for a year. He says he loves it "I was literally so bored in Switzerland" (😭😭😭 yeah look, we have other qualities).

The journalist says he has his team-mate as a neighbour now. Ah here we go with the brocedes installment. Lewis says sometimes when he doesn't have food he just goes upstairs and knocks on his door. They're talking about how extremely difficult Monaco is. Rosberg, in his car, is asked if he's the jetski king and he says yes I am. Then they see Natalie Pinkham getting in a wetsuit and Lewis says she looks good in it. His journalist says yeah too bad you're not with her, and he tells him he’s with the other guy who's there. Ah they are actually going jetskiing. Nobody explains anything in these broadcasts damn.

Of course, Lewis immediately sprays Nico and starts laughing like an actual maniac while Nico gets water off his sunglasses.

But well, then Nico does the same thing to the skysports crew, so. Then Natalie Pinkham is riding behind Nico and he makes her jump for some reason?! They're supposed to be racing but everybody forgot to check the time. I'm very confused about the rules of this race, they really literally didn’t explain one thing, but whatever. Lewis does the same thing with Brundle?

Anyway Lewis lost. 

Now Ross Brawn says they weren't secretive about the testing, as while they were setting up for it all the other teams were still there. He also believes that it wasn't their responsibility to communicate on the test as the test was a request from Pirelli. He says they didn't try any upgrades or anything like that ; they did what Pirelli wanted which was a constant car, as consistent as possible. 

Oh. Oh. Seriously. What’s with that haircut?

I do not like it. 

Formation lap 

Bianchi is being pushed off the grid, the car has an issue. He’ll start form the pitlane

And they're racing! 

Oooh Lewis almost overtook Nico but it's so narrow here. Yellow flags, there's been something at the back. Seb is attacking Lewis, but he locks up. Contact in the midfield in the hairpin. A McLaren just cut the chicane as they are racing each other again. 

At the end of the first lap, Rosberg is still in the lead followed by Lewis, Seb, Webber, Raikkonen, Alonso, Perez, Jenson, Sutil, and JEV. Maldonado pits. Van Der Garde also pits as he lost his front wing. Seb attacks Lewis again who swerves back and forth to defend which is supposedly not allowed. And then they all go on tyre saving mode. We might reach record levels of boredom. 

Almost 10 laps in, it's an engine fire for Pic. So most probably a Safety Car. No. Actually not. 

20 laps in. The Mercedes boys are finally told they can pick up the pace a little bit. Webber pits. Raikkonen pits. Jenson pits. It's a bit earlier than they all hoped for, as they're trying to stop only once. Massa pits. Still nothing in the top 5. Ah yep! Alonso pits. 

30 laps in, we have yellow flags? Ohhh Massa crashed. Perez pits, Lewis sets the fastest lap. Apparently Massa crashed in the exact same way he did in FP3. Seb pits. It's a Safety Car, the first of 2013, actually. Surely now the Mercedes will pit? The Safety Car has picked up Seb, but the Mercs are still running free. We see Massa sitting surrounded by marshals and medics who are putting him in a foam neck brace. Grosjean pits. Maldonado pits. Rosberg is in. Lewis is in. It worked well for Rosberg who is still on the lead. But for some reason the Safety Car has released the Redbulls who went around the track and Lewis finds himself behind them. It's confusing I don't understand why they did that. 

40 laps in. Lewis attacks Webber! Oof it was close. Perez overtook Jenson after Alonso made contact with him. Maldonado crashed after contact with Chilton. Red flag. The barriers are dislodged and in the middle of the track, they need repairs. They're all getting new tyres I think. I mean it would be stupid not to. 

Ah, now Toto is Mercedes' executive director. 

Alonso is told he'll need to give back a position to Perez because he left the track to avoid contact with him and it's a "would he have not retained position if he hadn't done so" type of situation. 

The cars are back on the track behind the safety car. Perez is allowed to overtake Alonso. And Safety Car in. Lewis attacks Webber again. 

Lap 50. Lewis is still putting Webber under pressure. His tyres are starting to suffer. 

Lap 60. Bianchi DNF after a slight crash. And Grosjean crashed into Ricciardo. We see a slow-mo, Crofty says "that's Grosjean behind Ricciardo he's just gone… launched himself over the rear" in a surprised tone of voice. Brundle glumly says "he worries me that boy". (Remember when he said "he doesn't seem spatially aware of his car" in 2012? Lmao.) So that's another Safety Car. Nico almost ran over a pigeon. Here they go again. It looks exactly like it has looked since lap 1 (except Lewis isn’t P2 anymore, so actually worse).

Lap 70. And it had to happen, as Perez was racing very daringly since the start : contact with Raikkonen. He got squeezed between him and the barrier. Raikkonen pits. Contact between the two McLarens. That was weird. 

And it's the end of the race thank GOD 

Rosberg wins, Seb P2, Webber P3, Lewis P4.

Lewis confirms what Toto said at some point which is they didn’t ask him to hold back, he decided to hold back. He says actually he was told he needed a 6 second gap and maybe it was a bit more than that. And that's why he ended up behind after the pit stop. He congratulates Nico and the team. He just has to keep working harder. Pinkham asks how tough it is because it looked like bad luck. He says it doesn't put it down to bad luck, he just wasn't good enough this weekend. That's all. You can tell he doesn't wanna talk. 

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

hello! ♥️ could i request the demon bros reacting to an mc that likes to do topless at the beach? like it’s her usual go-to and she doesn’t even think about it when she removes her bikini bra (also if you happen to get an idea for any of the “undateables” that would be very cool, but since i’ve read you don’t write for them, i’m obviously not requesting it hehe (and obvi not luke!!!)) i love your hcs!! 🥰

Brothers Reactions To F!MC Who Likes To Go Topless At The Beach (SLIGHT NSFW)

Lucifer

When you started untying the back of your bikini top he was slightly suspicious, but then just thought that you didn’t want any tan lines. People don’t like tan lines, apparently they’re unappealing or whatever. He didn’t really mind it, but then the whole top came off and he almost choked on his own spit, quickly walking over to you (because he didn’t want to make a scene, it would just draw more attention to your uncovered breasts) and wrapping a towel around your body. No one gets to look at you but him.

“Darling, it would be wise of you not to do such things unless… you’d like to go somewhere more private?”

Mammon

He had already ran into the water, leaving you behind at the towel, so he was none the wiser when you had taken off your top. Of course, when he heard the hollering and the cat calling from the men on the beach he immediately turned his head. Not because he thought it was for you, but you know, it was a just in case thing. He’d have to show those men whose you were if they were calling for you. He wasn’t expecting to see you running towards the shore topless, and his eyes almost fell out of his head as he watched you. It took him a second to actually start moving, but once he did, he was screaming. He definitely caused a scene and everyone was looking now, but he wasn’t even worried about that. He was pressed up against your back, his hands placed firmly on your breasts to create a sort of shield. Flustered doesn’t even begin to describe how he’s feeling as he walks you back to the umbrella.

“Ya can’t just go flashin’ yerself all over the beach, babe! All those guys are lookin’ at ya!”

Leviathan

Already in the ocean 2.0. He knew you’d be coming in after him, and he promised to show you all the marine life when you got in. His assumption was just that you were applying sunscreen, which he was totally okay with, the sun was dangerous and you needed to be protected from its harmful rays. He was still under the water when he saw your feet step in, slowly moving closer to where he was. It would be fun to pop up and scare you, and that’s exactly what he decided to do, swimming closer and closer until he got to your feet, popping up and immediately screeching. Your breasts… they were in his face, straight on, he was making eye contact with your nipples and he wanted to die. Not because they were bad or anything but… boobs. He’ll quickly pull you under the water when he realizes everyone is looking at the two of you because of his screeching, his mind focusing on literally anything but the boner that’s slowly growing in his swim trunks.

“I-I how… what are we… how did you… Where is your top at, Y/N?!”

Asmodeus

Pfft, you think he’s bothered? You think he’s fazed? Absolutely not. He will help you take your top off. If anyone looks? Let them. He knows you’re beautiful, of course you are, everything about you is beautiful. He loves the way your bare chest looks in the sun, and obviously he’s staring, but it's out of love, he just adores you so much. Also, he’ll definitely try to drop his own shorts because he doesn’t want tan lines either, although Lucifer will stop him. It’s one thing for you to have your breasts showing, no one's gonna complain about that. It’s a whole different thing to have Asmo’s pasty cheeks reflecting the sun back at people. Still, he doesn’t mind it, he’ll even help rub the sunscreen on you, all over you, in the most sensual way possible.

“Oh Y/N, you look absolutely breathtaking. Your tan is going to be flawless!”

Satan

Oh hell no! See, he didn’t want you to wear a bikini in the first place. Not because you didn’t look good in one, quite the opposite actually. He knew you looked good in a bikini, and he was already worried that people were going to look at you. He would have much rather you wore a wetsuit, he didn’t want people to look at any part of your body, but you wanted to wear the two piece and as much as he wanted to say no, he just couldn’t say no to you. Now, here he was, his face in a book as he sat under the umbrella while you slowly undid the ties on your top. It took him a while to notice, but once he glanced over the top of his novel and saw your bare back, he let out a low growl, dropping his book to the side to move next to you in the sand, his hand slowly sliding up your back.

“Now, now, kitten. You’d better put that top back on, or I’ll have to show everyone on this beach who’s you are.”

Beelzebub

There was an ice cream stand on the beach, how awesome is that?! He, obviously, went to go get some ice cream for you and himself, not really expecting to see what he saw when he walked back over. You had just untied the back, your breasts being revealed to not only him, but the multitude of other men who were in eyeshot. Almost… ALMOST dropped his ice cream as he sprinted over to you, quickly shielding you with his entire body so no one could see you. If he wasn’t so worried about another man seeing what was his, he definitely would have gotten hard. He’ll definitely glare at anyone who even looks like they’re looking when they walk past, even after you get your top back on.

“Only I get to see those… okay? I don’t want anyone else to see you like that, Y/N.”

Belphegor

The beach was just another place to take a nap, let’s be fair. The sun on his back and the cool ocean breeze put him to sleep almost immediately. He didn’t need to be awake to sense your movements. The two of you were connected much deeper than that, plus, your movements would block the sun and turn the insides of his eyelids slightly darker depending on which way you moved. He heard the first catcall and shook his head, human men were disgusting sometimes. Then he heard more and he opened one eye, about to tell the men to shut up, until he noticed they were calling you. He was pissed at the men, but irritated with you for showing yourself off like that. He quickly pulled you to him, getting on top of you and laying against your chest.

“There are only two places where you being topless is acceptable and that’s in the shower and when you’re beneath me. Remember that, Y/N.”

[arkadiaasks]

People say that Aoi is hated by the writers because her losses were uniquely brutal and humiliating in a way that feels mean-spirited. Yes, everyone in VRAINS jobs, but Aoi is the only one whose character-arc-fulfillment duel at the end of the series has her opponent explain to her that she needs to live with the fact she's a failure who never accomplished her goals.

Yeah, and Spectre's a crazy person and Bowman had basically no personality and a Deck of "Original CAC Donut Steal", so why should I care about the opinions of non-characters.

If you mean Ai, I'd keep in mind the dude was fucking intentionally pissing off, baiting, and insulting everyone he knew specifically to suffer Suicide by Cop because he basically turned into a Doomer with shitty High School Nihilism thanks to Lightning. Of course he's going to claim that to Aoi to bait her to attempt to kill him.

(I would argue Aoi, Playmaker and Soulburner all got the same thing of never accomplishing their 'goals' because I feel an under analyzed point of VRAINS is trying to do heroic things while ignoring your actual problems was a huge subtheme. Homura only resolved his problems by going home, Aoi lost nearly everything that mattered by overacting as hero, Playmaker by chasing revenge found there was no one to save, Go basically became a deranged drug addict by being obsessed with Playmaker, etc.)

Like we can debate this night and day.

But the end of the fact is.

Aoi's Voice Actress got written out in Season 1 because her firm was imploding at the time and she needed time to establish a new legal entity for her to work under.

She got humongous treatment writing her into being a part of the hero's squad regularly when they could of let her rot on the sidelines. They literally rewrote the fact she wasn't tied to the Ignis to make her tied to the Ignis. These do not strike me as intentionally malicious writing decisions.

Like, about the ONLY real bad decision here is we did not get Aoi fighting slutty cyber wetsuit Miyu with a bitchy attitude in Mirror Link VRAINS, which is how most times this sort of plotline resolves itself, but that might of countered VRAINS' whole subtheme that playacting hero or avenger is a deeply dangerous thing to do that will rarely lead you to what you actually want.

On Konami's end, they made both Trickstar and Marincess incredibly good as Decks, in so far as much can be concerned. These aren't things you do if you 'hate' a character.

If you want to see actual hostile treatment to a character by Konami, look at Dennis MacField and his fucking inability to get his Pendulum Performages printed because the first 2 waves of his Deck were too good, thus blacklisting his theme for ages.

As so far as Duel Links, they literally dedicated the first Mini Box of the new 'year' of Duel Links to Aoi's Deck. The first major event of VRAINS is centered on her. With a 'play this preconstructed version of Trickstar so you can go POGGERS' set of Duels.

I'm sorry but this is a crazy person's argument at this point to claim she's explicitly hated. I have to assume you're either media illiterate, an incel, or twisting a narrative at this point.

[bullshittierlists]

A few notes before I start: Sorry about the white backgrounds, that’s how they showed up and I didn’t know how to fix them. Also, these summaries are going to be a lot shorter than they have in my last few posts just since there are so many characters. Anyway, let’s begin.

Literally godly, this should be your regular outfit -

Rantaro Amami - I shouldn’t have to be the first person to point out to you that he’s hot. Not to mention that the pink bottoms work wonders with his hair.

Nagito Komaeda - Hhhhhhhh

Byakuya Togami - I will admit, I’m basing this position more off of his appearance in the promo art. I don’t know how much I like this look on his regular sprite, but he’s so hot in that promo art, you don’t even know.

Show me who picked this out for you so I can thank them -

Sayaka Maizono - SHE LOOKS SO CUTE OML. I’d go through each detail, but in short: everything.

Gundham Tanaka - Shirtless Gundham, what more can I say?

Ibuki Mioda - I absolutely adore how her swimsuit doesn’t just go with her hair, but matches it. Perfection.

Korekiyo Shinguji - When the trailer first dropped and I saw the screen with all of the released swimsuits, I immediately started scanning to see if they put Korekiyo in a wetsuit and by God, they did.

Shuichi Saihara - He looks more tired than usual, but I just have a gut feeling his other sprites will look better.

Mondo Owada - I probably should’ve put him in standard, but he looks so good without a shirt on, I couldn’t possibly.

Kaito Momota - Space shorts.

Sakura Ogami - She was actually going to be somewhere in the first tier originally, but I just can’t put her there because of the color. I probably should’ve put her down with the other people with this problem (Uhhh... okay... I guess) but I couldn’t bear to.

Cute!/Cool! -

Chihiro Fujisaki - a;lskdfh;adskfijshdkjc He’s so cute, someone help. I’m drowning in cute. He looks so excited to be wearing it, too. I think this was the best choice they could’ve gone with to not give him something too masculine or feminine, fantastic choice.

Leon Kuwata - This category was originally just going to be “Cute!” but his bottoms looked so cool, I had to put him up here.

Toko Fukawa - Not only does her swimsuit look good on her, but I love the way that they designed her and Genocide Jack to be wearing the same swimsuit in different styles. Super cool.

Tenko Chabashira - I think this was one of the only palette swaps that I actually liked. There are probably a few other swaps that I didn’t even notice, but I like this one specifically because of the color swap. She looks great in pink.

Kyoko Kirigiri - I think I would’ve normally put her in standard, but her gloves are just too cool.

Mukuro Ikusaba - Love the colors and love the pattern. Simple, yet great.

Mahiru Koizumi - Mahiru, your camera. You can’t take that in the water. Mahiru- MAHIRU

Akane Owari - This is actually the swimsuit she wore during chapter 2 in the original game and I thought she looked great both times.

Chiaki Nanami - Same as Akane, so there’s not really any reason for either one to be higher or lower than the other. Peko would be up here too, but it’s really basic.

Gonta Gokuhara - I just really like the pattern and also that he’s still carrying the thing over his shoulder. It’s really weird who got to keep accessories and who didn’t, but we’ll get there.

Masaru Daimon - He just looks so cool in his shorts, I’m sure he’s excited to have them.

Shirokuma - Despite how I may feel about Shirokuma, this is a very cute outfit for them.

Standard -

Kaede Akamatsu - Definitely the best-looking of the protagonists, even if Shuichi’s higher. He’s only higher because I have faith that his faults are because of the sprite choice. If I’m wrong, sue me.

Kirumi Tojo - This is another instance of getting to keep the accessories. She still has her headband on. Why?? It wasn’t crucial to her character or anything. I get that Kyoko has backstory reasons and Gonta and Mahiru’s personalities revolve around their items, but why Kirumi? She had other things that defined her better.

Peko Pekoyama - Like I said before, basic and kinda bland. She still looks good, though.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu - He actually gained an accessory. Why does he have a necklace now? His shorts are nice, though.

Hajime Hinata - O r a n g. Or maybe red.

Maki Harukawa - Basic swimsuit, no color change whatsoever. A nice swimsuit, but nothing special.

Genocide Jack - Everything I said before about Toko’s swimsuit still applies, Genocide Jack’s is just way more boring.

Aoi Asahina - A good color swap, but not good enough to make up for her basic swimsuit.

Monomi - I like that they put her in a one-piece. Very cute. Wish they would do that all the time...

Monaca Towa - I just noticed that she is the only character other than Monomi to wear a one-piece. Why??

Makoto Naegi - The most basic swimsuit imaginable combined with his regular color scheme and pattern.

Hiroko Hagakure - I think I like that she kept her jacket? Maybe? It’s a different jacket, but it still counts.

Nagisa Shingetsu - Black and white bottoms. Okay. You do you, buddy.

Imposter - It’s fine. It’s just fine.

Izuru - I like that they gave him a separate swimsuit from Hajime, but why is it so bland and boring?

I love you, so I’ll forgive it -

Sonia Nevermind - She actually looks great and is so cute. So cute that she’d be in the top tier if not for one crucial fact. If you’ll notice, I mentioned earlier that Peko, Chiaki, and Akane are all wearing the same swimsuit here that they had worn in the original second game. However, there’s another character that appears in the scene I’m talking about that is wearing a different outfit than they are here. That charcter is Sonia, who was seen in a wetsuit in the original game. It was thrown off as a joke, but I still can’t stop thinking about how pretty she looked in that wetsuit. It’s literally my profile picture for my main blog, that’s how pretty she is wearing it. I’m mad because they’re basically agreeing that she didn’t look pretty/sexy in the wetsuit when that couldn’t be more wrong.

Celestia Ludenberg - I literally just wish she was wearing a one-piece, it can be the same style and everything. Honestly a missed opportunity.

Kotoko Utsugi - It’s just a weird pattern. Love the colors, though.

K1-B0 - I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love the floaty, but he still deserves more respect.

Miu Iruma - The pattern is... fitting... but still bad.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru - Taka... sweetie... why...?

Uhhh... okay... I guess -

Angie Yonaga - I like the look, but it’s exactly what she usually wears just without the jacket. Does that mean that she’s always wearing a swimsuit? Why? Even Asahina didn’t wear a swimsuit as her regular outfit.

Kazuichi Soda - I definitely like this color better than the piss yellow he used to have, but it’s still not great. I like that he got to keep his little logo thing, but I’m confused as to why he gets to keep his hat. It’s just like Kirumi keeping her headpiece. I’m fine with it in this case, but why him and not...? Well, we’ll get there.

Komaru Naegi - A lot of the outfits in this tier are just because I like the look and not the color scheme, including Komaru. Yellow’s just an odd fit for the shade of green that her hair is.

Tsumugi Shirogane - The same as Komaru. Nice style, but the yellow and blue clash for me.

Hiyoko Saionji - Surprise surprise, it’s the same thing. I think the style really fits her, but I hate the yellow and green. Not into it.

Junko Enoshima - Ok, we’re out of the color scheme repetition. I don’t know why she’s wearing a tanktop. It just looks a little off, but I can’t place why. I don’t know why she isn’t just wearing the regular swimsuit like she was in the promo art. If she was, I’d probably put her in Standard.

Yasuhiro Hagakure - I’ll be honest, I didn’t notice the alien pattern on his shorts until after I had already downloaded the picture and closed out of the tier list tab. If I had noticed before, I’d probably put him in Cute!/Cool! but I still don’t really like the color scheme. Fitting, but not pleasing.

Kurokuma - The only reason he’s above Kokichi is because he has a water gun and I think that’s cute.

Kokichi Oma - Literally just gut instinct. I like that he kept his checkered pattern and purple color scheme. Something just told me he should be down here.

Monokuma - It just feels wrong, but I can’t place why, same as Kokichi.

Teruteru Hanamura - I probably would’ve liked his outfit better if his shirt was buttoned up at least a little bit. Now that I think about it, Mondo should’ve had one of these, too.

Who signed off on this? -

Usami - WHY IS SHE IN A BIKINI??? SHE’S A STUFFED RABBIT.

Nekomaru Nidai - I can absolutely see him picking this swimsuit to wear, but that doesn’t mean I like it.

Mikan Tsumiki - You know why she’s here.

God no. I hate it -

Ryoma Hoshi - So Mahiru gets to keep her camera, Kirumi gets to keep her headpiece, and Kazuichi gets to keep his hat.. but Ryoma doesn’t get anything? I genuinely had to take a second to figure out who this was the first time I saw him. He can’t even have a sunhat or anything? That would’ve been cute.

Himiko Yumeno - I can’t imagine a world in which she would choose this swimsuit for herself. The color is off, the style is off, I could much more easily see her wearing something similar to Monaca’s swimsuit. Basically, just let some of the girls wear one-pieces. They don’t all have to be in bikinis.

Jataro Kemuri - The pattern. I can’t even stand to look at it long enough to figure out what it is.

Hifumi Yamada - It did take me a second to figure out what his swimsuit was, but as soon as I did, he hit the bottom of the list. Again, it’s definitely fitting, but I still hate it.

[kdramachitchat]

Hometown Cha Cha Cha episode 4 recap:

Hometown Cha Cha Cha episode 4 starts with a radiant Hye-jin and Du-sik meeting each other over and over, different outfits worn by Hye-jin and Du-sik attending to different jobs. She is also wearing her sparkly found heels again.

One day, a new patient comes to visit Hye-jin and is overly polite with both the women. Later, Nam-sook invites Hye-jin to the storeowner’s meeting. She’s not interested in the meeting but she’s more interested in the chance of meeting Du-sik again. Though he wasn’t there at the moment but is surprised that he stopped by. She asked about his day off and if he’s the treasurer of this meeting. A bit confused as to why he is because he doesn’t even own a business. He’s a freelancer hired by Ms. Cho. Confused to think that this is a freelancer job. The committee eventually talked about personal things like divorce. Hye-jin defended her statement that divorce isn’t a terrible thing, it’s just a choice people do. Du-sik agrees to it. They were talking about Chief Chang and her personal life. She came in abrupt. Hanchul also announced that he has laryngitis. This isn’t her environment and Hye-jin leaves the table thinking to herself why she even bothered to attend then gets teased by Juri. They were talking about her favorite boygroup. Hye-jin mentioned that she treated one of the members and Juri didn’t believe it.

Du-sik is nowhere to be seen and Hanchul seem to be faking his coughs. She started to get bored and faked her drunkness. A new bar singer up to replace Hanchul and it’s none other than Du-sik. What to expect? This guy is an all-rounder. Du-sik started singing a melancholy love tune with his acoustic guitar. She pretends to be drunk and Du-sik carries her on his back. Her shoe fell off and Du-sik knows that she’s faking her drunkness.  Du-sik asked her why she’s faking her drunkness and tells him she just wants to go home. Du-sik teases her if she even has any friends because she hates being around people she’s uncomfortable with. She mentions the name of her friends and calls him a jerk. Du-sik just laughs and comments about her loved shoes.

Looks like someone else moved in because there’s lights next door. 

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As Gam-ri comes over to get a checkup, that mystery guy comes over again. He looks creepy and got a weird vibe about him. Mi-seon observes him strangely and Gam-ri follows the vibe, even asks herself if she has seen him before.

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Just then, Du-sik also comes over to deliver her coffee and Hye-jin is surprised by his sudden kindness and pays for her coffee with discount. That evening, she brings over the photo of her and a singer that Ju-ri likes. Ju-ri reacts crazily seeing the picture and is over the moon like a excited fangirl. Du-sik was even annoyed by how loud her voice was. Haha. Hye-jin entertains Ju-ri with her comments and questions. Du-sik brings them something to eat and asks about the boygroup member she likes who is June. Du-sik teases them that he’s not that handsome and they both disagreed at the same time. Du-sik comments that they both act alike and they both started fangirling.

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As everyone haggles Du-sik to help them with something or the other, he refuses to help Ms. Cha and then goes off surfing. Complaints their negative aspects. Du-sik wasn’t having it and isn’t the mood for some help. A fanservice scene for the lady fans!

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Later, the mysterious man once again is back and Mi-seon looks even more uncomfortable. She was already feeling down after the shift and Hye-jin notices it too. It’s no wonder, though, because the moment Hye-jin leaves, he looks at Mi-seon creepily. Eventually, Hye-jin sees it with her own 2 eyes – he’s a sexual predator who was groping and checking out Mi-seon. Hye-jin is furious and tries to throw him out of the clinic. However, he calls the police and tells them that he is being framed for sexual assault. Hye-jin is pissed off and defends Mi-seon. Even Mi-seon tells her to let him go but with Hye-jin’s personality she wont. Oh man this is going to end up badly.

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Du-sik arrives after Hye-jin highkicks and slaps the man. Gam-ri likely ran off to tell him and he arrived before anything worst happen. Du-sik was out of breath and asked in worry if she’s ok. Du-sik and Hye-jin both fainted.

Hye-jin and Du-sik are put behind bars at the police station for assault but didnt stay too long. Hye-jin asked how he knew about the incident. Chief Hong has some connections with the police so they let him out bec he complained about his wetsuit and changed into something more tropical. Hahaha Du-sik’s police friend releases them. Hye-jin ask why the man hasn’t been released yet from the hospital and why he wasn’t arrested. She refused to be bailed because he hasn’t been arrested. I find this hilarious at the same time sad with how women are still being assaulted, also the way that the police and the law are handling such cases. Mi-seon stops by the police station and tells her how grateful she is to Hye-jin. Du-sik and his police friends are watching them like they’re in a kdrama. Hahaha.

Gam-ri stops by the police station and came to report a lost property. She found the phone on the floor on the dental clinic. This phone may belong to the man and the police friend remembered that the man lost his phone.

Anyway, he had apparently taken many problematic photos of Mi-seon and others. Du-sik beats him in the hospital and then the man is arrested. Euncheol meets Mi-seon and tells her to call the emergency hotline incase something happens, tells her to not go through it alone. Same goes to Hye-jin.

When Du-sik tells Hye-jin later about the man’s incarceration, she decides to repay him for his kindness. Du-sik has been kind to Hye-jin lately. She tries to leave wine and fruits in front of his home as a way of repayment but is caught by Du-sik. She decides to spend the evening with him only to drink the wine that is rare to find. 

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Hye-jin is at his home self-touring herself and ended up seeing a picture of him and his geandfather. Du-sik tells her that he passed away when he was in middle school. She continued to ask about his family and Du-sik tells her that he has no one left. His parents died when he was 6 so he was left alone. That’s a sad family background. What happened to his parents really? Hye-jin is surprised to hear that information. Also while mentioning it he never looked up to her. Hye-jin even had to apologize that she asked.

As the two sit down to taste the wine, Du-sik is annoyed by Hye-jin’s annoying knowledge of wine. Hye-jin makes a fool of herself and he is amused. Hye-jin could be a wine-professor as another profession if her clinic didn’t push through! Hahaha. Du-sik is not into that kind of stuff but looks like he appreciates her company.

Ju-ri also sees Seonghyun and June at their bar doing 2 looks, though she thinks he’s a lookalike but it’s really him. Seonhyun and June seem to be close.

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The two talk to each other, a little tipsy from finishing the entire bottle. In a rare vulnerable moment for Hye-jin, she talks about her mother and why she decided to move to Gongjin. It was her mom’s birthday when she moved back to Gongjin. We also get to learn that Du-sik is a true born Gongjin resident, he has lived in the seaside since birth. Death of a parent can be difficult to get by. She wanted to learn advice from her and buy things from her or even have a meal with her. Before she died, they were on a family trip to Gongjin. Du-sik started tearing up too. She complained why her face is hot and Du-sik touches her cheeks looking fondly at her. I really enjoyed this scene it’s one of their best moments so far.

Hometown Cha Cha Cha Ep 4 thoughts: We see more of Hye-jin’s vulnerability in this episode and we both get to know more about their family background. Du-sik and Hye-jin both seem to enjoy their company more especially after the last episode. Also kudos to Hye-jin for standing up for her friend and colleague against that molester. Both Hye-jin and Du-sik are heroes in their own way.

[potatotrash0]

Okay hi I saw the swimsuit leaks ty @koziku for bringing them to my attention—

CW for uhhhh literally everyone in the dr franchise—

Dying at Kazuichi and Makoto matching their shorts to their jumpsuits/hoodies rn. I’m gonna kill them /hj

Also I CALLED IT Gundham keeps his scarf on. Though like. Hopefully he washes it otherwise he’s gonna smell like salt and hamster

I’m disappointed Mondo isn’t in a speedo bc he wears speedo underwear but Ishimaru is so. ???? Did they swap trunks orrrrr

Or maybe they said they were matching but Ishimaru thought they were doing speedos and Mondo thought they were doing normal shorts and they just. Showed up and realized they completely forgot to decide what they were wearing skfjksjdksjx

Yasuhiro serving conspiracy theorist dad vibes with them shorts. Ha. This isn’t killing me inside wdym /j

……..Fuyuhiko baby chain vs Nekomaru chad chain—

I love that Syo decides “FUCK covers” and just ditches Fukawa’s lil shawl skirt thingy lmao. It’s always fun seeing their differences when they switch

Also Sakura 🥺🥺 she’s so pretty!!!! I appreciate them not giving her smth boring. She gets to be feminine <3

Sonia!!! Is so beautiful!!!!!!! She didn’t get the wetsuit which part of me is slightly disappointed about bc that would have been funny as fuck but she’s so pretty in pink gahhh

Absolutely devastated that Hajime doesn’t get his massive honkers in this game but can’t say I’m surprised 😔😔 can’t believe Kazuichi of all people gets more abs than the man with 91 cm tits. Betrayal. Complete backstabbing. Y’all sicken me

Anyway Chihiro is so cute???? I love them so much……..

I thought Sayaka’s swimsuit had weird tassels hanging from it but no that’s just her hair ;;;; also Kyoko’s looks weirdly transparent here but I know it’s black??? Idk

I appreciate that Celeste and Sonia end up right next to each other and have black and pink swimsuits. Goth/pastel aesthetic girlfriends so true

Komaru gets a piss yellow bikini 😔😔 /j

Have I ever mentioned that I hate her hair color? It’s weirdly green :/ kinda looks ugly with her swimsuit but maybe I should lay off her a bit skdjdkxjksd. Offering a formal apology to Komaru enjoyers 🤲

Hate Mikan’s bikini with a passion. The bar was on the ground and I was still let down. I felt this coming in my bones. I’m still pissed but I’m praying for a twist makeover where she gets a new swimsuit that’s pink and ruffled and not just smooth underwear :)))

*spits at whoever designed Mikan’s outfit* /hj

Kokichi looks like an absolute stick please ;;; his legs are two seconds from snapping. I could breathe in his general direction and he’d burst into tears like WAAAAHHHH EM’S ATTACKING MEEEEEEE

What happened to your abs little man :))

I also love Kiibo’s floatie!! He just needs arm floaties too and I’d wheeze lmao

Kinda surprised Tenko didn’t get a pastel green bikini but the pink is cute too. I think shorts might’ve fit her better, or even a one-piece, but I mean. She rocks it so *shrug*

Let Miu have her hot pink cheetah print :// we all know she’d have sunglasses too.

Izuru looks. Weirdly photoshopped and I don’t know why?? At least he and Hajime have different swimsuits though! Better than what I thought even if he’s being a bit boring with the black shorts

OH I FORGOT FOR A MOMENT but komahina so canon. Look at them with their inverted color swimsuits. Trying to be slick are we…………..you’re doing it badly kanxksndjbw /lh

I appreciate me and Hajime matching n having similarly bright fuckin orange themes this dear summer <33

[moldisgoodforyou]

give a little: chapter three (college!jj maybank x oc)

MASTERLIST

pairing: jj maybank x oc

synopsis: charlotte “charlie” walker is a rising senior at the university of south carolina, an exercise science major, a kappa, and is back in the outer banks for the summer. she’s stubborn as hell, isn’t rich enough to be a kook or poor enough to be a pogue, and is used to being in the background. she and jj both go to USC, her sorority and his frat (beta) running in the same social circles but the two rarely speak at school. things change when they run into each other at the boneyard in the summer.

warnings: drinking, creepy guy hinting at non-consent, swearing, mentions of sex, all characters are 21+

wordcount: 3.5k

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“Um, JJ’s number, Pope passed it on,” Charlie shrugged. “I’m probably not gonna do anything with it but I thought I’d keep it just in case.” 

Grace reached over and plucked it out of her hands, promptly ripping it into pieces despite Charlie’s feeble protest. “We went over this, I told you that boy’s no good for you. Will you let me do your makeup and pick out an outfit?”

“Why’d you have to - ugh, yeah, sure. Whatever makes you happy,” she teased. 

Grace clapped together her hands in excitement. “We’re gonna get you laaaiddd!” She sang, making Charlie blush again and whine in response. 

“I hate you.” 

Grace laughed. “No you don’t. You love me.” 

It was an evening ritual of Charlie’s to head to the ocean after work and unwind. She had her board on top of her car at all times and her wetsuit in the back, just in case. As soon as the clock hit 4pm and she traded spots with the high schoolers that manned the evening shifts, she drove straight to the beach. It was one of those days where the humidity felt so thick you were swimming through it and she forgoed her wetsuit for her bikini she wore under her work uniform. As she shimmied her jean shorts down her legs, JJ came around the corner with his board tucked under his arm. 

Charlie groaned quietly and stepped back behind her car, but not before JJ noticed her. 

“Walker, hey!” He waved, jogging over to her. 

She raised her eyebrows, caught off guard. “Walker?” She questioned with a small smile. 

JJ grinned, pleased with her reaction. “Yeah, since you refuse to use my name, I figured I ought to do the same.” 

She laughed. “Shame. I like the sound of my name on your lips.”

He beamed at the approval. “Here, let me help you with your board.” He set his own down and stepped up close to her, reaching over her to pull her surfboard down from the top of the car. 

Charlie swore her heart stopped beating for a second, her cheeks going red. She put her free hand on his bare chest to steady herself. 

“Charlie?” 

“Yeah?” She looked up, making eye contact. 

“Is this just a game to you?” He questioned. 

“Is what just a game?”

“Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.” 

“Believe it or not, I don’t exist just to mess with you, Maybank.” She took her board from him and walked toward the water.  

JJ just watched her for a second, then jogged to catch up. “Do you surf often? I don’t remember seeing you on the water much in high school. And most Kappas I know are too prissy for that anyways,” he remarked as the two walked out to the water. 

She didn’t miss his gaze trailing down her body, but chose to ignore it as well. “We’re not prissy. But no, I picked it up last summer when I had an internship down in Florida. I’m okay,” she understated. After dealing with a shitty boss, she turned to surfing as her therapy and ended up finding time almost every single day to surf that summer. She was no amateur. 

They kept casual conversation as they both paddled out past the waves. “Oh, I’m sure you’re not that bad. Let’s see,” JJ gestured to an upcoming wave, letting her take the first ride. 

“What a gentleman,” Charlie grinned, paddling out toward the wave. She caught it with ease, standing over the swell and riding it into shore. 

Back in the ocean, JJ’s jaw dropped as he watched her take control of the wave. “Holy shit,” he murmured to himself before coming to his senses and catching a wave after her. 

He caught up to her on shore, grinning ear to ear. “What the fuck was that?!” JJ cried out. 

Charlie smirked and shrugged. “Like I said. I’m okay.” 

“If that’s just okay, then I’m just okay.” He bragged. “Seriously, Walker, I didn’t think you could rip like that.” 

Charlie just winked. “Race ya!” She yelled over her shoulder, taking off with a head start. 

He laughed and chased her into the waves, paddling out and keeping pace with her. They kept taking turns, one after another for a while, until they both grew tired. 

“I can’t keep up anymore,” JJ groaned. 

“Okay, okay, last one. It’s big, we can both catch it,” Charlie pointed out. 

“Deal.” JJ spit into his hand, force of habit with the Pogues, and went to shake Charlie’s hand. She just looked at him in disgust, wrinkling her nose. 

“You’re gross.” 

He retracted his hand, embarrassed and dipped it in the water. “I was just kidding!” 

Charlie just shook her head and started paddling out in sync with JJ, concentrating on the wave. Unlucky for her, he was concentrated on the curve of her ass instead. As they both stood, he got distracted and crashed the end of his board into hers, tossing both of them into the waves. It took an extra beat for Charlie to surface, her leash wrapped around her leg. 

She came up with a big inhale, sputtering. “What the fuck, Maybank?” She demanded. Charlie held onto her board for support, coughing up water. 

Uncharacteristically, he was bright red, not able to tell her the real reason why he made them wipe out. “Sorry, I, uh, wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?” He steadied her board for her, coming closer to help her on. 

Charlie maneuvered her board away from him, pissed off. “I’m fine, no thanks to you.” 

“Shit, Charlie, I really didn’t mean to. Here, I can help you back to shore, check your leg out.” He offered apologetically, starting to paddle in with her. 

The last thing she wanted at the moment was his help, but her leg was stinging and that was never a good sign. “I thought you were supposed to be good at this, Maybank.” 

Her tone didn’t slip past him and he took her board from her immediately as they got to shore, ignoring her whine of protest. “I don’t know, I’m off my game, I guess.” He saw a trail of blood dripping down her leg and winced. “Stay here, I’ll go grab something for that.” 

Charlie glanced down at the scrape on her leg and groaned, flopping back into the sand and shielding her eyes from the sun with her arm. 

JJ returned quickly and knelt down in front of her as she propped herself up on her elbows. “I think it’s just a scrape but my board got you pretty good. I’m really sorry, Walker,” he apologized. 

“That’s Charlie Walker to you.” She retorted dryly. 

He laughed a little, then realized she wasn’t kidding around. JJ carefully dabbed the area with his shirt, wiping the sand away, then covered it in what was probably expired Neosporin and an old bandage. After a few too many falls, Kie made all of them put a tiny first aid kit in their cars ‘just in case.’ 

“Hey, at least it’s not as bad as when you sprained your ankle at the Clemson tailgate,” he joked to ease the mood. 

She shot him a glare. “That was your stupid pledge brother’s fault for running into me.” 

He dropped the smile. “Right. Not the beer bong you did beforehand?”  

She scowled. “Watch yourself, Maybank.” 

“That’s JJ Maybank to you.” He said, testing a smile with her. 

When she just rolled her eyes, he gave up. “I think I got you all fixed up, though. I’m sorry. Again.” He ran his hand through his hair, messing with it as a nervous habit. 

“It’s whatever. Thanks for the bandaid.” Charlie got up, ignoring his extended hand to help. She grabbed her board and stormed off. It probably was an honest accident, but she was still pissed. Plus, now she had an honest excuse to ignore the boy that had been living in her head rent-free since the first kegger. 

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JJ watched her stomp away and groaned once she was out of earshot. He brought the first-aid kit and his board back to the car, then grabbed his phone and texted the Pogues. 

~POGUE LIFE~ 

JJ: I fucked up

Kie: u ok??? 

Pope: What did you do 

John B: I’m with Sarah is it important

JJ: was surfing with Charlie and I busted her wave 

Pope: That’s it? 

JJ: no it was bad 

JJ: no chance of being friends now

Kie: i’m sure it’s not that bad, you’re such a drama queen 

Kie: is she ok? 

JJ: yeah I cleaned her up but she’s pissed 

Pope: She’ll get over it, I think she likes you  

Pope: Has she texted you yet

JJ: no and no thanks to you 

John B: well your stuttering in the ice cream shop didn’t help

Kie: play nice boys

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Friday rolled around, the day Charlie had been dreading. The last thing she wanted to do was go to a party and have a chance of running into JJ again. Normally an accident like that wouldn’t have pissed her off as much as it did, but there was something about the blonde boy that just irritated her to no end. She sat in Grace’s room as her friend practically tore her closet apart, looking for just the right outfit for Charlie. Charlie’s typical beach uniform of choice was just a tank top and jean shorts, but Grace had different plans. 

“Try this one on,” she said as she tossed a shirt at Charlie. 

Charlie held the garment up with one finger, eyeing it skeptically. “This thing? You can practically see your nipples when you wear it.” 

Grace rolled her eyes. “That’s the whole fucking point, Charlie, we’re trying to show you off here. How else do you think I hooked up with the quarterback?” 

Charlie gasped, genuinely surprised. “Grace Evans! You did not!” 

Grace grinned. “Did I forget to tell you about that one? It was after the Georgia win. Someone had to congratulate him,” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. 

The real reason Grace kept lecturing Charlie to stay away from JJ? She knew his game way too well - because she was practically the female version herself. She even made it onto the Beta composite last year when she was voted fraternity sweetheart. Sleeping with the president will get you to the top pretty quickly. 

“You are too damn much.” Charlie laughed, but pulled on the shirt anyway. Her chest was smaller than Grace’s and the crop top, while still low-cut, flattered her chest in just the right way. “Huh. It’s not too bad.” 

Grace beamed. “Then I know the perfect skirt.” She tossed a floral smocked skirt in Charlie’s direction. “I know it’s not your style, but trust me on this. No one will be able to resist you tonight.” 

Charlie obliged and pulled it on. “I just need to drink enough to not remember the guy’s name and I’ll be set.” 

“That’s my girl!” Grace grinned. “Let’s go, now we’re fashionably late.” 

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It was only an hour into the party before Charlie was tugging at her crop top to stay up and her skirt to stay down to an appropriate length. She was five White Claws deep (thanks to a pregame at Grace’s house) and definitely feeling it. She had seen JJ the second she walked in, but slipped in through the crowd and got away without him noticing. Focusing hard on walking in a straight line, she kept her eyes trained on the ground as she walked toward the keg - and straight into a Touron’s chest. 

The guy smiled and reached out to steady her, his glance going south to her chest. “Whoa there, don’t fall for me before we’ve even talked,” he said. 

She laughed, cheeks going red. “Hi, sorry, I was just trying to find more drinks.” 

He nodded. “Let’s go find more drinks then. I’m Scott.” He placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her through the party. 

Normally she would tell him to fuck off and get the drinks on her own, but after a second glance and deciding he was cute enough, she let it happen. “I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you,” she offered. 

“Pleasure’s mine, darling.” 

She laughed as they entered the kitchen. “You must be from the south.” 

He chuckled, pointing to the Alabama logo on his polo. “Guilty. Roll tide.” 

Charlie wrinkled her nose. “Ugh. That’s unfortunate.” 

He laughed and leaned over her to grab her a canned Smirnoff mixer out of the cooler, along with the last beer for him. 

Charlie squinted to read the 8% on the can and shook her head, knowing it was a bad idea, but then reminded herself of the reason she came out tonight and popped the tab with a sigh. 

“Let me guess, you go to North Carolina?” Scott questioned. 

“No.” Charlie was already bored. 

“Duke, then. All the pretty girls end up there.” 

She shook her head. “Ugh, no. I go to SC.” 

He nodded in recognition. “Ahh, an SEC girl! You must know how to party then.” 

Charlie shrugged, letting him carry the bulk of the conversation. “Guess so.”  

Behind her, JJ had spotted Charlie following the Touron into the beach house and made his way toward her. Before he got too close, he felt a small hand on his wrist pull him backward. 

“Hey - oh. Hi, Grace,” JJ muttered unenthusiastically. She hung around the Beta house far too often last year for him to not recognize her instantly. 

She gave him a look, crossing her arms to set the tone. “What are you doing?” 

“Uh...just getting more drinks?” JJ tried. 

Grace gave him a short laugh. “Don’t humor me, Maybank. I saw you watch Charlie go in there.” 

He relented quickly. “Look, I just wanted to say hi, that’s all. I got her leg scratched up earlier this week and thought I’d check in on her.” 

Grace scoffed. “Yeah. I heard. I don’t trust you.” 

JJ crossed his arms back, annoyed. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why don’t you trust me, Grace Evans?” 

Grace pointed two fingers at her eyes, then back at his. “Because I know exactly how you play your game, JJ Maybank, and you’re not playing it with my Charlie. She’s not gonna get hurt because of you.” 

JJ frowned. “I just want to check up on her, god!” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, I could do that if you just gave me her number…” 

She laughed. “Nice try, stupid. Leave her alone, she’s trying to get laid.” 

JJ had just taken a sip of his beer and choked on the drink. He grinned. “Well I could help her with that.” 

Grace glared. “Go find some other Touron to pick up tonight, JJ, leave her alone. You’re trouble.” With that, she walked away. JJ turned back to look into the beach house, but Charlie was nowhere in sight. He sighed, walking back to his friends with slumped shoulders. 

Pope gave him a sympathetic smile. “No luck?” 

JJ shook his head, draining the rest of his beer. “No, I got intercepted by her friend. John B, remember Grace Evans?” 

The tips of John B’s ears turned red and his grip around Sarah’s shoulders got a little tighter. “Uh...no?” He tried. 

Sarah looked up curiously. “Didn’t she go to your school?” 

JJ laughed, lightly punching John B’s arm. “Ohh...of course you remember Grace Evans, you crushed on her for a whole summer until -” 

John B’s eyes went wide, telling him to shut up. 

Sarah turned to her boyfriend, arms crossed. “Until what, John B?” 

John B flipped JJ off. “Thanks a lot.” 

Sarah turned back to JJ. “No, go on, I really want to hear this.” 

JJ shook his head. “No can do, Cameron,” and walked away before he had to deal with hearing the argument he probably just started. 

JJ made his way toward the beach and saw Charlie and the Touron, Scott, sitting out on the sand together. Alone. His brow furrowed and he walked closer til he could hear their conversation. 

“We should get out of here,” Scott offered, helping her up from the sand. 

Charlie blinked a couple times. “Huh? Honestly...I just wanna go to bed. I’m fuckin’ tired.” 

Scott smiled. “Come on, I’ll find you a place to sleep.” His arm went around her waist and trailed along the hem of her crop top. 

JJ frowned and jogged over, taking the drink from Charlie’s hand. “Hey, everything okay here?” 

Scott nodded. “We were just -” 

JJ crossed his arms and straightened up so he had a few inches on him, stepping toward Scott. “I wasn’t asking you. I was asking Charlie.” 

Charlie looked between the two of them. “I dunno. I think we’re gonna go take a nap?” 

JJ frowned deeper. “With this guy you don’t know?” 

Scott dropped his arm from Charlie’s waist and stepped up til he was face-to-face with JJ. “I got her man, don’t worry about it.” 

JJ shoved his chest. “Fuck that. You can leave.” 

Scott shoved his shoulder back and turned to Charlie, taking her hand. “Charlie, doll, you don’t want me to leave, do you?” 

JJ gritted his teeth and stepped in between the two of them, putting Charlie behind him protectively. 

Charlie reached up and tapped JJ’s shoulder. “Don’t fight, JJ, please?” 

JJ softened at the sound of his name and looked back to Scott. “You heard her. Fuck off.” 

Scott rolled his eyes. “Whatever. She’s boring anyway.” He walked back to the party and JJ kept an eye on him til he was out of sight. 

Seeing Charlie sway, JJ put his arm around Charlie’s shoulders to support her. “Careful, Walker, I got you.” 

She leaned into JJ. “I’m not boring, am I, Maybank?” 

JJ laughed quietly. “Anything but.” 

Charlie nodded, satisfied. “JJ...I’m drunk. Grace is gonna be mad at me.” 

He smiled. “Yeah? I’m almost drunk too. Why is Grace going to be mad at you?” 

She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. “Because she let me borrow her clothes so I could get laid.” 

JJ grinned, amused. “I heard. And you look great. But why are you so set on getting laid? I mean, no judgment, just seems like you had a very set plan.” 

Charlie shrugged, resting her head on JJ’s chest. “My ex cheated on me and I need to move on. A good fuck usually helps with that.” 

JJ cleared his throat in surprise, moving his hands to her shoulders and carefully sitting her down. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that. I-uh, um, yeah. Sleeping with someone can help. Sometimes.” He sat next to her but made sure to keep distance between them. 

“I mean, you would know, right? You’ve had your fair share of fucking around.” Charlie asked pointedly and scooted closer. 

JJ laughed loudly in response. “I guess so?” 

She turned to him, a thought occurring and her eyebrows rising. “Oh! Is the thing about the handcuffs true?” 

JJ looked at her in shock. “The handcuffs? What thing about the handcuffs?” 

Charlie grinned. “You know. With Jenna Gray? She said you two hooked up after the Florida tailgate and you had handcuffs.” 

JJ ran a hand over his face, groaning. “Dear god. Now I can see where you’re coming from, talking about my “reputation,” He said, putting the last word in finger quotes. “I never hooked up with Jenna Gray, we kissed at the tailgate and then she puked in our bathroom and I called her an Uber home.” 

Charlie sat back, thinking. “Oh. Huh. I wonder how many stories I’ve heard are true, then.” 

JJ shook his head. “We’re gonna have to review those together when I’m not as drunk.” 

Charlie extended her pinky toward him. “Deal.” 

JJ smiled and locked his pinky with hers, then brought it to his lips and kissed it before letting go. “Deal.” 

They both turned as they heard voices from a boy and a girl heading their way. Charlie bit her lip as she saw Rafe come into view, hand-in-hand with the girl she had caught him cheating on her with. She weighed her decision, looking back and forth hurriedly between JJ and Rafe walking closer. 

“Are you okay, Charlie?” JJ asked, concerned. 

“I’m fine, um..” She glanced over just as Rafe seemed to recognize her and turned back toward JJ. 

“Oh, fuck it,” she muttered under her breath. Taking JJ by surprise, Charlie leaned over and her lips met his. 

He didn’t hesitate to kiss back, threading his fingers through her hair as she pushed him gently back into the sand. JJ took control instantly, flipping them over so he was on top. He broke off the passionate kiss reluctantly, hovering over her as Rafe walked away. 

The blonde choked out a laugh. “I’m not complaining, believe me I’m not. But what was that?” 

tags: @booksandshish​ @jiaraendgame​

[lethargic-caterpillar]

Cliffs (final)

Gender Neutral! Merperson x Gender Neutral! Reader

If you need some catching up: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

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The weather forecast is almost never right. When the 7-day prediction says it’s all sunny plus 25 from Monday to Sunday, it’s actually overcast with at least a few bouts of pissing rain. Though at times it can be sort of correct, it was better to plan outdoor activities to fit a day to day observation of the clouds. 

Today, the forecast predicts that it is to be very nice indeed. Sunshine all day with very little in terms of cloud cover, the rare kind of beach day that the little sea-side port town gets. Mostly it is chilly, the mornings full of mist from the harbour and the rest of the day a t-shirt and long pants temperature. But you want to take a chance.

Pulling on your colourful, itchy wool sweater just in case, that your wetsuit graciously protected you from, and packing bare essentials for a beach trip. You march right past your grandmother, who is sitting at the kitchen island.

“I will be back by supper,” you wave, yanking the duck shoes on quickly. Your mother, used to these trips by now, provides little commentary while your grandmother sips her tea a little more bitterly. She still isn’t sold on the cove being 100% safe.

It is safe, safe for you at least. In the beginning you were apprehensive, but now it feels like Idocrase won’t hurt you for all of the cheap thrift store necklaces in the world. You of course continue to buy them after the reaction to the first one. The jewelry pieces that followed after do not match their skins unique pattern, but they love them anyways.

Sea glass isn’t the only treasure you were given, you have a shoe box of old, tarnished rings, earrings, lenses from sunglasses, and the most common gift: fish hooks. These last ones you keep in a small plastic container for whenever you pull out the trinkets. They don’t smell the greatest and probably aren’t safe at all but it doesn’t feel right to throw them out. 

You’ve gotten a little bit bolder with your trips down to the rock beach. Not crouching down to touch your hands to the ground every time your feet slide against the loose rocks. Of course you aren’t stupid about sliding down or running, wouldn’t want another sprained wrist. Then your grandmother will really have a field day.

Covering your eyes against the bright sun reflected off the water, you don’t look up to see a figure perched on the rock off to the side. That is, until the singing starts. It’s wordless, or at least there are not any words that you can make out. It sounds… familiar and melancholy.

Nonsensically, your mind replays the video of a border collie in a watermelon costume. After a moment of adjusting to the light you look up at the figure, wondering why anybody is down here. The whole town avoids it like the plague, safe from even ass hat high school students. But with even a quick look you realise that this is no ordinary person. Or even a person at all necessarily, but your mer. 

Even after all of the time you’ve spent down in the small ring of tall cliffs, you’d never had the chance to see them above the water. The blue and brown mottled skin continues down their tail, black spots appear half way down though, gathering until the end of it, and their caudal fin is solid obsidian. 

Oddly, you realised just then that you weren’t being lured into the water, transfixed by your own interest only. You realised, also, that the song was a lullaby that you had taught them about a week ago. It was something you only vaguely remembered hearing from an old, Winnie the pooh mobile from the thrift store.

Smiling to yourself, you continue down the rock beach, placing your bag and sweater gently on a large flat rock. Being quiet proves to be a bit more difficult once you are near the water and you accidentally kick one of the smaller stones into the water. It hits with the tiniest sploosh in the world, but this is enough to startle Idocrase.

They scramble off the rock and none to gracefully flop into the water with a small shriek. The sound of their sharp nails on the dry rock makes you cringe a bit but you laugh at the sight. Your giggles die down as you spot their green eyes glaring at you from just behind the rock. 

“Come on,” you tease, placing your hands on your hips. “It’s a little bit funny.” Idocrase narrows their eyes a little bit more and they make a low grumbling.

Steeling yourself with a few deep breaths and a countdown from three, you waddle into the dark water. Goosebumps form on your thighs and arms immediately. “Coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold!” Your squealing dies down a bit after all the sensitive places are underwater and you know you’re close to the sudden drop off into deep water.

Bouncing on your toes, you plug your nose and think back to what your grandpa said when he took you boating. Just like a band-aid. Dunking yourself the rest of the way you shake out your hair. It feels nice to be under the waves again after so long without. 

Things had gotten so hectic during the summers, that you barely had any time to go down to the less populated day-use area. You used to swim just past the buoys, tread water for two minutes or so and then swim back. You’re barely under for more than a few seconds when hands clamp around your waist and hoist you back up.

Even with your hair in your eyes, you know who ‘saved’ you by the rapid clicking. Lifting up a section of the wet, tangled strands to see your mer, you’re met with Idocrase sticking their face up in yours. It’s a bit of a shock to see them so close to you without the board, one that you quickly get over.

You shove the rest of your hair away from your face and then place your hands on Idocrase’s shoulders, the cold skin feeling not quite right despite the many times you’ve come into direct contact with them.

“Hi,” you whisper, unsure of what to say now that you’ve taken the leap. They coo in response, smoothing out your hair more. They flick their tail, causing it to brush up against your leg and propel you both a little further out.

As soon as your feet leave the sand, Idocrase hums the lullaby. They pull you closer tentatively and you hook your arms under theirs, careful of the spikes on their spine. The necklace they wear is freezing against your fingers, just as the water is but you don’t want to get out just yet.

It’s silly and cheesy but in the moment you wish you could pause it, stay in the cove surrounded by cliffs forever.

---

The missing piece! The puzzle is now complete. I don’t know if anyone gets down to this point, but how does the exo community think of more platonic monster stories? Less heavily implied romance stuffs.

Writing is hard but sleeping more so: A Lethargic Caterpillar~

[lemonlushff-iy]

Inspired by @thunderpot​‘s BEAUTIFUL art...I’m working on a birthday present for her. I have an outline. I’m 50 pages in. I’m powering through this like no other and it’s been a BLAST. 

I can’t keep calling it Atlantis though, or else the name is going to stick...So...I need help. 

Kagome and Sango are scientists and treasure hunters, looking for a new clean energy source. Kagome’s hair-brained idea? Let’s find Atlantis! Little does she know the world she’s about to fall into... (horrible summary but I’ll deal with that later)

Unedited excerpt below!! 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Kagome paused, adjusting the strap on her purse as she looked up from the trashcan. It was a lovely day - the salty ocean air filled her nostrils and the warm sun caressed her tanned skin of her exposed back. A gentle breeze ruffled her midnight tresses, and she nervously tucked a strand behind her ear. His accent was thick and indiscernible. Not quite Greecian...but...something more. Mysterious.

“Excuse you?” she replied, confused by the man before her. Long, thick, inky hair…deep, cerulean eyes with just a fleck of gold in the left iris. His body was lean - his muscles ropey, as if he were an experienced swimmer. 

Made sense given that this was an island over a hundred miles away from Santorini. Nothing but vivid blue seas for miles. 

She had been getting lunch with her fellow colleague, researcher, and best friend, Sango, when this man just…Came up to her out of nowhere!

“That dive you’re planning to do with your friend,” he continued, his eyes serious. “You shouldn’t do it.”

“Were you listening in on us?” she replied, incredulously as she took a step back, away from him. 

“Kinda hard to not,” he shrugged dismissively. “You’re rather loud.”

“Excuse you?” she repeated, trying to not let him grate her nerves. She didn’t know who the hell he thought he was, but he had no right telling her what she could or couldn’t do. And, on top of that…how fucking rude is it to…to…eavesdrop on a random stranger’s conversation and then snidely comment on how loud they are! 

“You won’t find it,” he continued, unperturbed. “You think you’re the first ones to come here looking for Atlantis? Hardly,” he scoffed. “You should just go home.”

“Yeah?” she bit back, now more than a little annoyed with this rude stranger. “And what makes you so sure we won’t?”

He just smirked and turned away from her. 

“Just am. Go home while you still can, Kagome.”

“That sounds like a threat,” she yelled after him as he started walking away.

He paused, looking over his shoulder back at her. 

“Not a threat. A warning. Take your friend and go home.”

***

“Take your friend and go home,” Kagome mumbled under her breath, slipping a tank top over her head as she thought back to earlier that day. 

“Still upset, huh?” Sango commented, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“You weren’t there Sagno,” Kagome bit back as her friend squeezed a dab of toothpaste out onto the dry bristles of her frayed toothbrush. “He was so...cocky...and... condescending! And! And! He was listening long enough to know not only my name, but also the fact that we’re looking for Atlantis!”

Sango just rolled her eyes, allowing her friend to rant about this mystery man as she brushed her upper teeth, watching Kagome’s arms wave around animatedly as she retold the story. Again. For the tenth time. 

Kagome watched her friend pull her hair around to the side of her neck, leaning over the sink to spit the white foam of her toothpaste into it. “You’re obsessing,” Sango finally replied, pointing her toothbrush at her friend. “Men have, and always will, be condescending to us. We’re treasure hunters, Kagome. Not teachers. This is a male dominated field. They are always going to look down on us. Why do you suddenly care what this one random guy thinks?”

“I don’t care what he thinks!” She shot back, pulling her hair into a bun at the top of her head. I’m just...pissed at him! He doesn’t know us and he’s just...just assuming that we can’t do it? Who the hell does he think he is!”

“No one,” Sango sighed. “He’s a no one you are spending way too much time and energy on. Forget him,” she encouraged, beginning to brush her teeth until a thought struck her. “Do you like him?” she gasped, her words coming out garbled as she spoke around the toothbrush hanging limply from her mouth.

“O-of course not!” Kagome sputtered, brushing off her friend. “He was rude, and condescending and--”

“--And attractive and you haven’t stopped talking about him like...once since you got back. I think you have a thing for assholes,” Sango smirked and Kagome reached out, grabbing a damp towel off the rack and threw it at the other woman. Sango just laughed and caught it, chasing after Kagome as she stomped out of the cramped bathroom into their small room, turning on the fan. Even at night, the humid air clung to them like a sticky sap. 

“I do not have a thing for assholes!”

“Yeah? Then what word would you use to describe Hojo?”

Kagome was silent for a beat before snapping back, “cheater. I would describe him as a cheater.”

“So...Asshole?”

Kagome just glared back at her friend, her ire raising with each passing second. 

“Listen, Kags...Don’t let this guy get in your head. You’re a smart, strong, determined woman. We’ve ignored nay sayers all our lives. Why stop now?”

“I know,” she sighed, thinking back to the serious look in the mystery man’s hauntingly blue eyes...All blue, except for that one, beautiful fleck of gold. She wondered why he had it...Genetics? 

Sango was right. 

She was spending far too much time focusing on this guy when she should be getting sleep. 

***

“Fuck!” Kagome swore, sitting back down on the bench in the small boat they had rented, next to Sango, peeling out of her wetsuit. The sun had almost set, the last warm rays of light nearly hidden beyond the horizon. “I thought we would find more out there than that…”

Sango handed her friend a towel, raking her fingers through her hair to work out the knots in her long black tresses. 

“Bad dive again ladies?” their skipper, Miroku, asked in his thick Grecian accent. They would have preferred to have done this without him, but unfortunately...he came with the boat. 

“Yeah. I’m disappointed too,” Sango bemoaned, nodding as Kagome stood, running the terrycloth towel over her wet body. Her skin puckered, turning into gooseflesh as a breeze swept over the ocean water, caressing her body. 

“I’m not giving up hope yet. Everything we have researched so far has told us that the gate should be here.”

“I know,” Sango sighed. “Hey...did...did that place kinda give you chills?”

“Chills?” Kagome pressed, raising her leg onto the bench to dry it.

“Yeah...I don’t know Kags...I just...I felt watched down there. I know it’s crazy, but I swear I felt like something was watching our every move. Maybe we should...just...move on to the next site. The place is so creepy anyways…”

Kagome just rolled her eyes. That place? Creepy? And what would be watching them? Fish? She loved her friend dearly, but Sango was overreacting. It was a little unsettling looking around ruins, sure…but she didn’t think for one second that it was creepy. Besides...They had planned to spend two more days exploring the area before moving onto the next spot.

“Nonsense,” she soothed, tossing the towel back to her friend. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen a hundred times before. Our permit is good for a few more days...I think we should stick with the plan. Head back first thing in the morning. Maybe breathing in all that air from the tanks got to you? I feel it in my bones, Sango. This is the place. I just know it!”

Sango shot her an uncertain look, but just shook her head as Miroku moved inside the cabin, reappearing a second later with a bottle of champagne and three flutes. 

“Enough of this! You are starting your adventure!” he grinned. “Why don’t we pop some champagne in celebration? What do you say ladies? It’s a perfect night to drink a little bubbly at sunset! We can all get to know each other better, since we will be spending quite a bit of time together,” he finished cheekily. 

Sango just narrowed her eyes at the man, and told him they were not interested in drinking at the moment. Instead, she sent him to turn on the ignition and begin the trip home. She hoped they could make it back before the sky completely blackened. 

“Hey,” Kagome soothed when they were alone again. “I promise...two more days. I’ll be with you the whole time. Everything will be fine. It always is, right?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, still unable to shake the eerie feeling that they were being watched. 

Little did she know how right she was...nor did she notice the black haired head poking out of the waves, watching the unwelcome explorers pull away from the sight. Keen, blue eyes narrowed as they disappeared from sight, a single golden fleck glimmering in the last rays of light. 

That’s it for now...Hopefully it’s enough to spark some ideas?!

It was supposed to be a one shot. Then I wanted to keep it under 60 pages. Then 100. Now I just want it to stay under 130 pages. I’m already 50 pages ( 17478 words) in...I should stop pretending I can keep things short. 

ART:

https://thunderpot.tumblr.com/post/617420192100827136

https://thunderpot.tumblr.com/post/617850310848872448/idk-kags-i-felt-watched-down-there-maybe-we

PLZ HALP GUYS I SUCK SO HARD AT TITLESSSSSSSS AND YALL CAME UP WITH A WORTHY SACRIFICE LAST TIME WHICH IS DOPE AF!

[asknagito-official]

Miyuki didn't think she could get over how cute Monomi was, but it was definitely weird that she could just.. make things like this happen. She didn't even try to question it when her food was in front of her. Oh well!

She blushed softly about his date comment, she smiled back at him. "Hey, I know... Things are pretty weird, in general but.. I don't want things to be weird between us. I still value you as a friend and I want to apologize for how I acted last night, I didn't mean to lead you on; You've been nothing but a gentleman." Miyuki felt so awful about this; it felt like a break up.

"But hey! I still wanna be friends.. aaaaand I think I can probably do my best to help you with Sonia; she talks to me alot.. for some reason." She offered with a smile. "I happen to know she wasn't planning to invite any of the guys because she didn't want it to be weird. However she did mention she would appreciate someone... Serving her drinks, ya know since she's a Princess and all." The grin across her face was hinting to Kazuichi that he would be perfect for that role. "I think she'd be very appreciative of you."

As she said that, the girls started to arrive, first was Ibuki and Mikan.

"W-Wait, seriously?" Kazuichi wasn't sure how to procees her comment. So he was being rejected? Even though he'd been rejected a lot in the past, it still hurt every time. He'd even gotten his hopes up.

"Ahh, dammit!" He whined, very undignified as he pulled his hat down to shield his teary eyes. Just when he thought he'd snatched the girl of his dreams..!

Though... That comment about Sonia did intrigue him enough to not lose all hope. She was the one he'd originally been after anyways, and he definitely still thought she was gorgeous!

"Damn..! Leading a man on like that... That's a low blow..." He started, still feeling betrayed. I mean... She'd even tried to kiss him!

It was probably all because of Nagito...! Damn him! He thought, pissed at the thought of that white haired weirdo.

"T-Though, if you really meant what you said about Sonia, I might be able to forgive you..." He added, looking up hopefully. He was pretty sure a sincere girl like her wouldn't trick him just to make him feel better. He'd get to serve drinks to Sonia, plus have an excuse to be at the beach with the girls..? Well... That offer definitely sounded tempting.

"Yeah, obviously we can still be friends. I wouldn't ditch you just because you don't want to date me, but... I'm gonna need to recover from this." He half tried to play it off as a joke.

As soon as the girls in their bathing suits started to enter the building, he couldn't help the sparkle that appeared in his eyes. Hot damn..! He couldn't believe he'd get to serve drinks to all these cuties, especially Sonia!

Though... He was a little disappointed that Sonia was wearing a wetsuit, unlike the others. But he didn't mind. Miss Sonia in any bathing suit was enough for him.

[nitewrighter]

Mccree seeing Hanzo in his summer skin?

Whoops this turned out really long. I want you all to know I had “Moving in Stereo” by the Cars playing on repeat when I wrote the “Hanzo emerging from the water” scene.

—

“Sorry it’s taking so long…Angela’s better at this than me,” said Genji, having to raise his voice slightly over the buzz of the razor.

Hanzo’s neck hurt a little from tilting his head for so long. “Because letting Angela go at my head with a razor is a wonderful idea.”

“It is, because she’s a surgeon, and she touches up my hair all the time,” said Genji, there was a smile in his voice, “You’re not… afraid of her, are you?”

“Afrai–” Hanzo huffed, “I’m just able to pick up that she’s clearly uncomfortable around me and protective of you,” his voice dropped slightly, “And you can hardly blame her for that.”

“The worst she would do is shave a dick into the side of your head,” said Genji, pushing hair off of the back of Hanzo’s neck. Hanzo shot him a glare from the corner of his eye that he could manage to see Genji in. “Which…” Genji added, “Obviously, she wouldn’t do.”

“You would do that,” muttered Hanzo.

“Which is why I’m amazed you asked me to help out with this,” said Genji, that smile still in his voice as he continued to shave the back of Hanzo’s head.

“How is this so easy for you?” the words fell out of Hanzo and Genji paused, the tickle of the razor and the sound of its buzz against Hanzo’s scalp ceasing.

“What do you mean?” asked Genji.

“You can just say, ‘Let’s go to the beach!’ as if we don’t have decades of trauma and centuries of our family’s crimes to deal with,” said Hanzo.

“You’re finally off probation,” said Genji, “I thought you’d want to celebrate.”

“Yes, let’s celebrate your friends no longer pointing their weapons in my direction if I so much as sneeze suspiciously,” muttered Hanzo.

“Talon did ask you to join them 3 times–and you did have that whole thing with-”

“Baptiste defected,” Hanzo cut him off, “And I don’t know how many more times I have to tell you that was years ago.”

“You know it isn’t personal on their end,” said Genji.

“Except for the part where they all mostly know me as the man who nearly killed you,” said Hanzo.

“It’s gotten better,” Genji set the razor aside and put his prosthetic hand on Hanzo’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, but the reminder that that arm was prosthetic just made Hanzo’s guts tie up in knots more, “And it’s going to keep getting better. You know what I think?”

Hanzo’s shoulder’s slumped and he rolled his eyes, “What do you think, Genji?”

“I think you’re just getting anxious because this is a chance to see my teammates when they’re not on duty. This is a chance to let people get to know you outside of your skills on a mission–and you should have a life outside of missions–outside of…” Genji gestured between them, “Outside of trying to rebuild our family. When was the last time you were able to just… be with people? In a group?”

A long silence passed and Hanzo furrowed his brow.

“You know you left the entire right side of my head unshaved,” was all Hanzo responded with.

Genji just shrugged and turned the razor back on.

——

The Rock of Gibraltar loomed over the beach. McCree never really thought of their watchpoint as ‘looming,’ but looking at it now, he could definitely understood why locals kept their distance from it. You couldn’t even see the Watchpoint from their angle, but the knowledge of who was living up there, what kind of trouble they could bring to civilians in the area, was enough to make McCree’s stomach tense up slightly as he looked around the beach. Still, it felt freeing to feel the water rush up around his ankles with each wave. Overwatch duties could wait for now. Everyone needed a break eventually, even rogue vigilante peacekeeping organizations, he supposed.

It was a hot, crowded day, and a handful of Overwatch members were taking advantage of the crowds at the beach to slip in and try and snag a few hours of relaxation for themselves. A good amount of them were either off-watchpoint on missions (Like Pharah and Zenyatta) or looking after their own careers (like Lúcio and D.Va). And of course Jack was probably obsessing over Reaper’s next step, as usual. McCree itched for a cigar, or even a cigarette, but he was at least not enough of an asshole to subject crowds like this to secondhand. If he was, Mercy would probably knock it right out of his mouth anyways.

“Ahh,” Mercy stretched her arms high above her head, her seersucker swimsuit cover-up ruffling in the ocean breeze, “I can’t remember the last time I was able to get out like this!”

McCree shuffled behind her, sand finding its way between foot and flip-flop, tilting the brim of his hat back with his thumb. “It’s good to see you gettin’ some sun, Doc,” he said, looking out at the water.

“I could say the same for you,” said Mercy, “Finally off those ‘probationary agent’ duties. I still think it wasn’t fair of Jack to saddle you with all that—”

“They weren’t all bad,” said McCree with a shrug, “He’s–” McCree nearly said, ‘He’s not all bad’ but caught himself. Mercy was still probably the toughest nut to crack with regards to Hanzo’s presence on the Watchpoint.

“Finally settling in,” Mercy said crisply, “He’s finally settling in.”

One corner of McCree’s mouth tugged up in a smirk.

“I know he grew on you,” said Mercy, adjusting the brim of her own wide hat, “You don’t need to act like he didn’t for my sake.”

“He didn’t–I mean, I just figured it was too much energy to keep being as pissed with him as I was—”

“Jesse,” Mercy’s shoulder’s slumped in that almost motherly conciliatory way of hers.

“He’s really…” McCree started and then itched at the brim of his hat, not really sure how to finish that sentence. He shook his head, deciding to take the focus of the conversation off of himself. “You think he’ll ever grow on you?” McCree tilted his head and Mercy followed McCree’s gaze out over the sparkling waters.

“I don’t know,” Mercy admitted, “A part of me wants to trust him, for Genji’s sake, but so much of me just… can’t.”

“For Genji’s sake,” said McCree.

“Yes,” Mercy tucked a bit of hair back from her face.

“Heeeeeyyy!” a familiar voice yelled across the beach and  both Mercy and McCree glanced over in the direction of its source to Brigitte and Torbjörn a couple dozen yards away, sitting on a few beach towels with an umbrella and cooler nearby. Torbjörn was busying himself with rubbing on another layer of sunscreen, but Brigitte was waving her arms above her head, signaling them to come over. Mercy and McCree exchanged glances, then picked up their pace to close the distance between them.

“Angela!” Brigitte’s voice was bright, “You’re out of the lab!”

“I should probably be concerned with how surprised people act when that happens, shouldn’t I?” said Mercy, smiling a little.

“Probably,” said Brigitte, opening the cooler and handing them each a packet, “Here. Take these quick. We miscalculated on the cooler’s insulation so they’re melting.”

“I didn’t miscalculate anything!” Torbjörn blustered, still rubbing sunscreen on himself, “These are clearly inferior and cheap popsicles!”

Brigitte rolled her eyes, “Just take them,” she said, as McCree and Mercy opened their popsicles. McCree’s was strawberry, Mercy’s was orange cream.

“I see you two actually came all set up,” said Mccree, licking at the bottom of his popsicle before red could drip onto his knuckles.

“But of course!” said Torbjörn, “We Lindholms work hard and play hard!”

“Don’t believe him,” said Brigitte, “He’s got a nannycam on the watchpoint anti-aircraft turrets. He’s been checking his tablet every 5 minutes.”

“Stop calling it a nannycam!” said Torbjörn.

“Stop calling the turrets ‘babies,’” said Brigitte with a smirk.

“Why of all the–” Torbjörn huffed and seized another popsicle out of the cooler, muttering as he unwrapped it and bit off a chunk of it.

“Where’s Genji?” asked Brigitte, craning her neck to look around, “He didn’t come here with you?”

“He’s coming, he just had some things to wrap up at the Watchpoint first,” said Mercy.

“Guess he’s gotta babysit his brother now that Jack let me off the hook,” said McCree with a shrug, sliding the last bits of popsicle off its stick with his teeth.

“Don’t tell me the probation’s over already?” said Torbjörn.

“Congrats on the new team member?” McCree shrugged.

“So he’s actually staying?” said Brigitte, “But he’s so… ‘Hmph!’” she passed her hand in front of her face and her expression theatrically shifted to a furrowed brow and deep frown. Mercy snickered.

“Well, the only sniper we’ve got is Ana, and she’s focused on medic stuff half the time,” said McCree, “I mean, I don’t think it would hurt.”

“Huh! I guess you would know,” Brigitte shrugged, “I mean, you spent more time with him than anyone here.”

“Well, yeah–that was my job,” said McCree, a bit more harshly than he meant to say.

Brigitte blinked, “Sorry, did I come off as rude with that last comment?”

“What?” said McCree, “No.”

“It’s just you seem a little agitated—”

“I–” McCree huffed and cut himself off, “I’m fine. It’s fine. You got anything to drink in that cooler?”

“Thought you’d never ask!” said Torbjörn.

—

“I can’t do this,” said Hanzo, as they walked across the beach. Hanzo’s stomach was still twisting at the sight of the scars that scored Genji’s arms and face. Genji’s prosthetic legs were on full display with his ridiculously short workout shorts.The way Genji talked about the shame he felt about his own body in years past, it was a bit of a relief to see Genji walking around dressed like he did back in their youth, but it also faced Hanzo with his own mistakes. But what could he do? Ask Genji to don a full wetsuit for his own comfort? When every scar on display was Hanzo’s own doing? Hanzo tried to focus on scanning the crowd for potential threats rather than look directly at Genji.

“It’s really not that bad—” said Genji.

“Why am I doing this? Why are you wearing that?!” said Hanzo, gesturing at Genji’s open-sided tank top.

Genji glanced down at the words ‘BAE WATCH’ splayed across his chest in large block letters. “Because it’s fun?” he suddenly perked up, “Oh! There’s Angela.”

Hanzo followed Genji’s line of sight to a small gathering at a beach umbrella. McCree and Mercy were facing away from them, blocking out whoever was under the umbrella. McCree was still wearing a cowboy hat with his swim trunks. Of course he was. They all seemed to be having a pleasant time talking, and Genji started walking towards them when Hanzo suddenly stuck a hand out in front of Genji’s chest.

“What?” said Genji.

“Hold this,” Hanzo handed Genji his vest.

“Sure–” Genji started but Hanzo split off from him and started wading into the water, “Wait–but the others are–!” Genji cut himself off as Hanzo submerged his head. Genji’s shoulders slumped a little, still holding Hanzo’s vest, “It’s fine!” he called out to the water, “I’ll just tell them you’re swimming!”

—

“…but you guys are still sharing the dormitories?” said Brigitte, slipping a cozy on her beer can.

“We aren’t sharing the dormitories–they’re dormitories–there’s like 12 beds down there, not exactly sharing,” said McCree.

“I’d say it’s sharing if there’s no walls,” said Torbjörn.

“It’s not sharing,” said McCree flatly.

“There is still that last admin apartment,” said Mercy, “You could take that.”

“God, no, I’m not pulling that ‘odd couple’ shit,” said McCree.

“…I mean just you. You singular. You would take the apartment and Hanzo would stay in the dormitories,” said Mercy.

“…Oh,” said McCree. He took a long gulp from his own beer then.

“I mean if you wanted to take the apartment with him, I wouldn’t stop you–” Mercy started but McCree sputtered and coughed.

“You okay?” said Brigitte as McCree coughed for an awkwardly long time.

“Fine–” McCree coughed, “Just–fine—” he coughed some more.

“Yo!” Genji’s voice rang out from behind him and McCree swiveled on his heel.

“Gen–” he coughed, “–ji! You made it!”

“Of course I’m here,” said Genji, tossing a white vest over his shoulder and swinging an arm around Mercy’s waist, “I heard a certain doctor would be in a swimsuit and I came running.”

Mercy snorted and rolled her eyes before leaning into his embrace and kissing him on the cheek. “I can’t believe you’re wearing the tank top,” she said, grinning.

“You love this tank top,” said Genji, returning the kiss.

An “Aw!” fell out of Brigitte while Torbjörn just rolled his eyes and grumbled.

“Guess Hanzo chickened out, then?” said McCree.

“Oh no, he’s still here,” said Genji, “Just decided to cool off. He really is looking forward to spending time with all of you!”

No one really had the heart to tell Genji when it was painfully obvious that Hanzo had said no such thing.

“Well,” Brigitte offered helpfully, digging through the cooler and tossing Genji a popsicle, “When he gets here, there’s popsicles and beers and sodas with his name on them!”

—

Hanzo’s eyes were squeezed shut beneath the water, he could feel the salt clawing at the line of his lips and the creases of his eyelids.

You can’t stay down here forever, he told himself, Literally. You have to breathe.

He permitted his head to break the surface only slightly, letting his nose rise above the water to breathe, and blinked a few times to get the sting of salt away. On the beach, Genji was eagerly chatting with his arm around Mercy’s shoulders, McCree was looking on, and the Lindholms were sitting on beach towels beneath an umbrella. Genji said something Hanzo couldn’t hear from that distance and all five of them laughed. What? What was so funny? Were they talking about him? No, don’t be an idiot–they all had lives well before he came to that watchpoint, it was ridiculous to assume he’d be at the center of all them just by being there. None of them even looked over in his direction.

When was the last time you were able to just… be with people? In a group? Genji’s voice echoed in Hanzo’s mind and no small amount of resentment came over him.

There’s always a bit of bitterness when one is an older sibling and one watches something come more naturally to their younger sibling. Genji was always the more personable between the two of them–Hanzo could hold council with the elders of the clan, but Genji could actually talk to people and not come off as stiff and unnatural. Hanzo couldn’t stand how naturally it came to Genji, and for Hanzo it just became a vicious cycle of throwing himself into his training and clan traditions and then wondering why people only seemed more and more distant to him. Brigitte said something this time and McCree cracked up, the lines of his stomach and ribs tensing with his laugh. Genji glanced over his shoulder towards the water.

Don’t look at me don’t look at me don’t look at me— the words ran as a prayer in Hanzo’s mind.

They made eye contact.

Shit, thought Hanzo, Don’t wave to me. Don’t point me out. Don’t–

Genji waved to him and then glanced back at the others, pointing out Hanzo in the water, saying something inaudible from where Hanzo was.

“Shit,” Hanzo said the word with his mouth still below the water and it broke the water’s surface as a silent bubble. Well if he stayed out here any longer it would just get more and more awkward unless he made a big show of doing a backstroke or something–but no, he was in the water and he was staring so he had to come out now. Hanzo brought his head up out of the water and took a deep breath. “Very well, Genji,” he muttered under his breath, wading towards the shore.

—

“See?” said Genji putting his hands on his hips, “I told you he’d be happy to join us.”

“So you really had to drag him out here, huh?” McCree smirked, mindlessly chewing on his popsicle stick.

“I didn’t have to drag him–he actually does like the beach. He was always better at fishing than me,” said Genji.

“Sure. Ten bucks says he’s going to fake being caught up in a riptide before he…” McCree trailed off as Hanzo got out of the water, “comes…” Water was dripping down the dip of Hanzo’s collarbone and glistening over the curve of his pecs, “Over.” The last word fell out of McCree as a murmur, an afterthought as Hanzo brushed water from his brow and swept his hair up off the back of his neck, revealing a freshly-shaved undercut. The sun glared off the water’s surface almost blindingly behind him, leaving the silhouette of his body outlined in blazing gold and greenish-blue, Hanzo’s eyes were downcast–apparently he was attempting to look as casual as possible in coming out of the water, but the result was an inadvertent visual homage to every 80′s movie slow-motion coming-out-of-a-pool scene. With his hair swept up, Hanzo wrung his hair out, sending more water dripping down onto his shoulder muscles and running shining down the lines of his torso, dancing along his ribs and obliques.

 The popsicle stick fell out of McCree’s mouth and landed in the sand. Mercy gave a glance down to the popsicle stick then up at McCree, still staring, utterly transfixed. 

The dragons tattooed on Hanzo’s arm shifted with the muscles of his arm as he tied his hair back in a not-quite bun and he circled his arm in its socket as he closed the distance between himself and the group, his eyes now focusing on them. Genji said something that sounded like ‘How’s the water’ and Hanzo responded with what McCree assumed was ‘Good’ or some equivalent, but if McCree was being honest, whatever they were saying was blurred out of his conscious mind by the extremely distracting visuals of droplets of water running down the contours of Hanzo’s chest and abs. Hanzo dug through one of the pockets of his Hokusai wave-printed swim trunks and took out a strip of white cloth, twisting it and tying it into a headband to keep a stray bang of hair from his face before he made eye contact with McCree and said something.

“What?” said McCree.

“I said ‘Do you have a towel?’” said Hanzo.

“Yeah,” said McCree, still staring.

A long pause passed between them.

“…may I have a towel?” Hanzo asked after some time.

“Oh!” McCree snapped out of his haze, “oh–yeah just–” he looked around, and saw Torbjörn holding up a spare towel. Hanzo reached out for the towel but McCree grabbed it first and then caught himself at how awkward that just was, “Sorry-just–” he stuck the towel out to Hanzo and Hanzo hesitantly took it. Hanzo ran the towel over himself briskly, pressing his face into it and getting under his arms. McCree didn’t really realize he was staring again until he felt Brigitte’s eyes on him and he snapped out of the stupor. Brigitte snorted and McCree made sharp eye contact with her, but she just sipped her beer to suppress a laugh and glanced off before digging through the cooler.

“I…” Hanzo cleared his throat, “To be honest, in spite of how aware I was of the proximity of the sea, it did not occur to me that the Watchpoint would be so close to a beach.”

“We forget about it all the time, ourselves. Overwatch is busy like that. Popsicle?” Brigitte offered.

Hanzo warily took the popsicle and unwrapped it. “Thank you,” he said, blue raspberry already dripping onto his fingers.

“Speaking of the Watchpoint, we were just discussing sleeping arrangements now that you’re on the team,” said Mercy.

Hanzo broke off the end of his popsicle in his mouth. “They’re subject to change?” he tilted his head.

“Well the thing is, is that both you and McCree are in the dormitories, which while, yes, they do have all the amenities, are dormitories, and there’s one administrative apartment left.” 

“We don’t need to talk about this now–” McCree cut in.

“You could take the apartment,” said Genji, looking at Hanzo, “We could be neighbors!”

“That’s hardly fair to those who have been living here for some time,” said Hanzo, “McCree should take it,” Hanzo gave a glance back to McCree, “I know you were concerned you would just ‘trash the place,’ but your teammates obviously value you, so you shouldn’t downplay your—”

“We’ll play it by ear,” McCree blurted out.

Mercy knew she could push for an actual resolution on the matter, but noting McCree’s face she decided not to. 

“You said I was on the team,” said Hanzo, looking at Mercy.

“Well your probation is over,” said Torbjörn.

“But we don’t have to worry about missions right now,” said Brigitte, tossing Hanzo a beer can, “Right now, it’s about relaxing, and taking a breath.” 

“Hm,” Hanzo gave a nod. “I…” he started and then cut himself off.

“Yes?” said Mercy.

“I know… my coming here has disrupted a lot of things, but… it… it does mean a lot to me to get to know all of you.” Hanzo awkwardly bit off more of his popsicle then.

“Han–” Genji started but McCree cut him off.

“It means a lot to have you here, Hanzo,” said McCree.

Everyone’s head swiveled towards McCree.

“Because… you’re… Genji’s family,” McCree tacked on awkwardly, “It’s good to have family here. You two know all about family, right?” said McCree gesturing at the Lindholms.

Brigitte and Torbjörn just stared at him and nodded awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about disrupting things,” said Mercy, swooping in to McCree’s rescue in the awkward silence.

 Hanzo perked up and looked at her with some surprise.

“We’re vigilantes,” said Mercy, “Disruption is a natural state for us. You should just focus on settling in.”

She felt Genji’s eyes on her and she glanced back at him and gave him a little smile. Genji squeezed around her waist a little in response.

“Thank you,” said Hanzo.

There was a brief lull in the conversation and Hanzo’s eyes trailed across the beach. He glanced past several people playing volleyball and his eyes widened.

“What?” said Genji, following his line of sight.

“Fishing pole rentals,” said Hanzo, a bit mindlessly.

“We should get one!” said Genji.

“I’m terribly out of practice—” Hanzo started but Genji broke away from Mercy and grabbed his arm.

 “Come on!” he said, leading him off, “You could catch a mejina! Like the old days!”

“We’re in Gibraltar–The fish aren’t the same here–” Hanzo was protesting but let Genji drag him off. 

McCree watched as they two brothers went off, the muscles in Hanzo’s back, sparkling with salt and shifting as he tried to keep up.

“You’re staring again,” said Mercy, as soon as the Shimada brothers were out of earshot.

“What?” said McCree, snapping his eyes away from Hanzo. “Who’s staring? I wasn’t– Look, I was his probationary officer. It was my job. It’s all force of habit.”

“Wow,” said Brigitte.

“What?!” said McCree.

“Wow,” Brigitte said again.

 Mercy and Torbjörn just cracked open new cans of beer.