#every single one of these would be SO FUN

[xiaprint]

frat rules | minors dni

the minute that caleb got his acceptance letter in the mail, you had mixed feelings. there was plenty of pride, so much that it felt overwhelming. he had worked hard from the start and remained top of his graduating class, he was a model student. things were never once handed to caleb but he always managed to make the most with what he had. it was a talent and he did it with charisma, making it impossible for others to pity him. he didn’t like to accept charity or kind favors, so taking everything on the chin with his boyish smile was his signature move.

still, everyone knew what college was about. a stepping stone for a sparkling future career, sure— but the real fun was in the freedom. away from the family and childhood friends, given that golden opportunity to completely rewrite who you were. it was the prime time to drop the formalities and sleep around, get shitfaced, make new connections with people who were thrown into the same situation of the unknown.

maybe it scared you, just a little. he’d be forever away, he’d be establishing new friendships, he’d possibly be dodging flirty advances left and right. the caleb you knew, sweet and doting and utterly in love with every fiber of your being could very well take a liking to the change.

of course, voicing these insecurities and doubts wasn’t an option. caleb had been practically buzzing since he learned that he’d be attending flight school in skyhaven. killing the fun, ruining the good mood— it felt harsh. this was the first time that something was being offered to him without asking for anything in return, the one chance to be selfish and put himself first. you knew that if you said something, he would surely reconsider. that’s who he was.

so dwelling was the way to go. you sulked in private, supported in caleb’s face. you focused on saving face at his celebratory dinner. you counted down the weeks, mood souring as they turned into days. you kissed his cheek once you said your goodbye’s at the airport. it felt like sending off a piece of yourself but caleb was capable of handling himself. he’d be just fine.

however, you were completely unaware of how much he struggled. he was a socialite at heart and had no problem making friends with his roommate, no problem meeting his roommates friends. the classes started up about a week after move in and before long, he was familiar with skyhaven and what it had to offer. caleb blended in perfectly with the atmosphere, content with his professors and the hands on aspect of his training.

despite being miles upon miles apart, he still put forth the effort. he door dashed your favorites around dinner time on the occasion and he tracked your location like a hawk. he facetimed you when he had downtime and picked up every single call even if he was busy. after all, it was in his nature to take care of his little slice of home back in linkon city now that she was on her own.

the adjustment became easier with time for the both of you. life went on, things got hectic. there would be a few days of pure radio silence on both ends because the course load was heavy in flight school and you had your own business to worry about.

holidays rolled in and you finally had an excuse to fly out. it was a deliberate little plan that you conjured in secret, leaving caleb out of the many details. you bought your own plane ticket, took it upon yourself to travel to the academy. things calmed down in your personal life so the time was right, everything in place.

you didn’t, however, expect a guy who wasn’t caleb to answer his dorm’s door. the dots were connected rather quickly when you were reminded that caleb was rooming with another student for his first semester, recognizing gideon from photos posted by the academy’s official socials. it was clear that he had company, a bunch of guys laughing and joking around over bass playing from the tv. your eyes fell to study the can of busch light in his roommates hand, raising a brow.

“is caleb around?”

it takes gideon a few seconds to process your words, especially over the shouting and loud music blaring behind him, scratching his chin before lighting up like a christmas tree. he recognized you from all of the photos, the facetime calls, caleb’s never-ending rambles about his girl back home. “oh shit! he’s gonna be over the moon!”

with some introductions and gentle guidance around the house, gideon leads you to caleb’s room. clean, neat, very little decor. he was a minimalist at heart, only ever taking it upon himself to make things look nice if he knew that you’d be sharing the space with him. you were shocked but not surprised to find caleb at his desk, red solo cup tipped sideways on the wood. his cheeks were flushed as he rests his head against his elbow, bleary eyes staring at the single picture frame by his laptop.

it held a photo of you, of course. taken from his point of view, his hand reaching up to help you off of a tree. all you ever did at the time was giggle and refuse to come down, only worried about keeping your bucket hat on your head.

“i didn’t know my caleb was a sentimental drunk,” your voice coos in his ear gently as your arms curl around his shoulders, tucking your face against his warm face. it causes him to jump, slow in reaction to breathe you in. a few beats pass before he’s shooting up like a rocket to pull your body into a hug. it was snug and tight, his balance faltering a bit.

he smelled. smelled familiar, smelled like aftershave. he smelled like jameson whiskey and spice mixed with home. it lingered on the collar of his dress shirt, black with a popped collar. there was no helping the way you stuffed your face into the fabric, huffing him in and letting the scent pull you in like a riptide.

“why are you here?” he asks softly, reeling back to get a good look at the girl in front of him. he was thankful that gideon read the room for once, exiting and closing the door behind him. “how are you here? i thought you were preparing for a hunter’s exam.”

the flurry of questions is a little out of character for caleb and it’s obvious that he’s a bit tipsy, stumbling over his excitement and need to know. this was the reaction you’ve been looking for after handling the specifics in secret— catching caleb off guard was always fulfilling. he got so giddy, forever easy to please.

“it’s called a surprise, you big dummy,” your voice sounds like liquid honey in his ears, so overwhelmed with love and happiness as he simply stares back at you. a few blinks, really taking you in. it felt as though you matured more since the last time he saw you, growing into your features. it tugged at his heart and he doesn’t even realize the way he’s backing you up slowly, guiding you onto his bed.

it’s hard, very unlike the one back at home. the frame is rough and made of wood, the mattress flat and small. it’s a miracle that caleb can even sleep comfortably on it but he was good at making the most of any situation. the man grew to be very simple, never one to be picky. your head hits the pillow and giggles fly out of your mouth, caleb taking that chance to rain the skin of your extended neck in kisses.

everything following blurs. his friends are still being loud just a door away, chanting as they initiate a stupid drinking game. their endeavors are the last thing on your mind as caleb grinds against your leg, as he kisses you until your lips hurt with the desperate weight of them. he holds you like glass, runs his calloused fingertips along your skin with carefulness. one track mind, only focused on getting you bare against his sheets.

your jeans are a struggle to pull off of your thighs in his inebriated state, groaning softly in annoyance when they get caught at your knees. you assist with a huff of a giggle, unable to ignore the way his eyes flutter at the sight of you. a breathy laugh leaves him at the sight of the pink bow on your panties. “you never change, huh?” he whispers with a shake of his head, expressing his disbelief.

the urge to slap his arm in retaliation is strong but this wasn’t the time and place. there was a heavy amount of tension in the air that needed to be fixed, an ache that he needed to soothe between your legs. the impatience was only getting stronger and he could sense it in the way you pawed at his own pants, swift in the way you pop the button open.

he works at his shirt at the same time, practically ripping the buttons off of the fabric, shoving his sleeves down his arms until it lands on the bed with your top. the sheer rush of flipping you onto your tummy with the brute strength he’s built in the recreation center, of making sure you’re ready with his fingers before sliding inside. it floods you with adrenaline, moaning weakly once his dick finally sinks in.

and oh, he got bigger since you last saw him. you could feel it in his grip strength, holding onto your hips and fucking you back onto his cock. it was inevitable that he would grow over the course of the year but it was so much at once. bigger biceps, beefier pecs, thicker thighs. it had you winded, gasping for oxygen as your cheek rubs against his comforter.

“oh, baby,” he coos between heavy pants of hot air, leaning to hover, pressing his bare abdomen along your arched back. he cages you in like a predator, his chain being the only cool touch as it settles between your shoulder blades. “oh, baby. you got tighter since last time. pussy’s so hungry, baby.”

filth fills the air. skin on skin, the scent of sex and juice and sweat mixing with the apple scented air freshener he has plugged in by his dresser. your moans drown in the fabric of his pillowcase, barely having enough restraint to keep quiet. all you want to do is pull your face out of the pillow, to scream and let caleb know just how good he’s giving it to you. how it’ll never be anyone but him for you, how he’s the only man who can feel you this deep.

not that you needed to know, but caleb had been missing you terribly so. every weekend would be dedicated to partying, his roommates constantly dragging him out for some beer and a good time. he wanted to embrace the chance, he wanted to make the most of his young adult years. still, he couldn’t get out of his own head. wondering what you were doing, who you were talking to, if you were drying yourself off after a shower and keeping up with the show you told him about and watering the bonsai tree he left on his nightstand.

he couldn’t get over the fact that you were alone. for the first time, you were genuinely alone. it saddened him to think of you eating dinner alone, folding one basket of laundry, waking up in an empty bed. this surprise visit was just what he needed to soothe his nerves.

“they assigned me a plane, my very own aircraft,” caleb murmurs into your ear with sensual kisses to the lobe. the pace never falters, guts battered by his tip while he sucks your skin into his mouth. his tongue swirls along it and a groan leaves him as he lets it go. “i’ll show you after this, yeah? take you to my plane and fuck you in the cockpit.”

the pace simply never slows. it’s consistent, steady. his headboard ruts against the wall with soft thuds that would be otherwise extremely noticeable if not for the rowdiness happening in his kitchen. he hasn’t felt the warmth of your cunt in such a long time, hasn’t felt like himself since he left your side. it has him gasping, has his jaw nearly locked open with groans that mold with your own.

your ass rocks so nastily with every thrust, rippling for his eyes only. he can’t resist the urge of grabbing for a feel, watching the skin flood between his fingers. you’ve always been the prettiest, have always been the only girl his eyes dared to study. nothing hits right when it isn’t you, getting off has been a struggle in itself. porn could never capture this.

heat coils in his stomach, knots up in warning. your pussy is soaking him, glossing his thighs and his pelvis. your essence sticks to him like glue, creating filthy smacks each time his hips slap against your ass— just the way he liked it. it told him he was doing his job, let him know that your body loved him just as much as your mind did.

“i missed your cock,” the sound of your broken voice pulls him out of his trance, the pleasure so burning hot that his toes curl in his shoes. you’ve always fed his fantasies like a fire, spiting dirty words right back at him on reflex. you were the most beautiful to him when you were speaking your mind, all he ever wanted was to pick your brain.

“stretching you out just right, isn’t it?” he murmurs sweetly between pants, nuzzling his nose into your hair. the hand you’ve got twisted up in his duvet is quickly covered by his own, sluggishly threading his fingers with yours. “just the way you like it. i’ve been neglecting my baby.”

his words earn rapid clenches from your walls. it makes him shudder, gnawing at his bottom lip in hopes of masking a pathetic moan. the thought of ever straying from this, of having to wait another few months for another chance to make love to you physically hurts him. he wants to make the most of it, wants round after round until your legs are shaking and your body is twitching.

a knock interrupts his train of thought, sends electric shocks up his spine. gideon’s slurred complaint is barely audible through the thick wood of the closed door, the mere thrill mixed with slight panic making caleb shamelessly shoot a thick load inside of you.

[jammatown919]

Black Sheep

Zoey and Rumi shield Mira from uncomfortable questions during an interview.

It was rare for Mira to regret a song. She loved making music. She loved planning out the moves that would make the lyrics hit that much harder or emphasize just the right elements. She loved working with her girls, mixing their talents to create the best art they possibly could. 

But by God, she would regret Black Sheep until the day she died. 

Not making it. Working with Zoey to write the lyrics had been therapeutic in its own way, and sitting in the recording booth with Rumi to get the vocals down had made for a genuinely fun afternoon. But had she known the stir it would cause among the fans, she never would've allowed it to be released. 

Already, it lacked the fanfare of most of Huntr/x's discography. It had never been promoted or performed live. It didn't have an official music video. Mira had made it for herself, held onto it for nearly a year, then agreed for it to be quietly released as a bonus track in an album that frankly had no business holding the outlet for all of Mira's mixed-up emotions about her home life. 

The fans had gone wild for it in all the wrong ways. In-depth lyrical analyses prodded at Mira's pain, trying to unravel metaphors that didn't exist to be understood. Online theorists assigned meaning that didn't match reality, deciding on their own who certain lines were directed toward and why. Overnight, Mira had a new identity. The black sheep of her family. The problem child who had run away to become an idol. The dramatic story everyone felt entitled to. 

The kicker was that the song didn't even tell much on its own. While the lyrics alluded to a repressive childhood, failing to meet and eventually breaking free of expectations, they said nothing of the emotional abuse. The silence. The isolation. The threats and ultimatums. Her name scrubbed the family tree the moment she left their house and their lives. 

It was an incomplete puzzle. A story told through heavy metaphor that relied on prior context. The picture would not accurately form for anyone but her just off the lyrics alone. It hadn't been written to be digestible for anyone else. 

But everyone wanted the breakdown. The fans. The press. Everyone. The only thing stopping them from prying her personal life and past wide open was the fact that she'd changed her last name at 18, a solid two years before the formation of Huntr/x, and never told anyone. Her current name drew a blank for anyone scouring the internet for information. No one knew to look for the original, and her blood relations certainly weren't keen on making themselves known. 

The only way to get the full story was from Mira herself, and some were relentless. 

There had been a set of obligatory interviews and television appearances to promote the album as a whole, and at every single one of them, no one could just accept that the song was a personal endeavor not meant to be explained. So, when questioned about Black Sheep, Mira smiled and lied through her teeth. The song was about her experiences as a wild, untamable child. It was a celebration of the coarse attitude that had endeared her to fans. It was about the way she acted, and not the way she'd been treated.

Huntr/x refused appearances for months after the fact, until they had something new to take the attention elsewhere. When they returned, it was with a strict new rule that Bobby enforced like lives depended on it. 

Do NOT ask about Black Sheep. 

But the damage was done. They couldn't very well retract the song; not when it would always be reuploaded somewhere and suddenly deleting all official avenues for listening would only fan the flames. Mira just had to steer clear of certain corners of the internet that would never stop theorizing and accept that the "black sheep" narrative had become a part of her persona. 

That was what she got for trying to be vulnerable in her art. For expecting anyone to not try to take more than she gave them. 

Honestly, she didn't blame people for wondering. She'd invited that by letting the song go public. But she wished they would just leave her alone. 

And they did, eventually. For the most part. 

Years passed. Huntr/x released new, better songs. Two albums, four singles. How It's Done became their best crowd-pleaser. They had an insanely successful world tour. Then Golden, Takedown, and What It Sounds Like dropped in quick succession and suddenly all anyone cared about was Huntr/x's brilliant shared narrative with the Saja Boys, Rumi's "rare skin condition", and whether the latter two songs would officially release with Golden as an EP. 

Black Sheep gradually drifted behind her, even though it had affected the way she presented herself to the world. Even though she still sometimes came across outlandish theories that claimed she'd actually killed her family, or they were all criminals that she'd disowned. Even though sometimes people got it right and guessed that her parents just didn't like her, weren't shy about it, and were probably homophobic too, if the theories about her queerness were to be believed. 

Whenever it upset her, Rumi and Zoey were right there. They were the only ones who knew the whole of it, because they were the only ones who had never pushed for it. Even when helping her to make Black Sheep, they never took more than she gave them, and eventually she'd felt safe enough to let them in. They were the only ones who deserved to know. The only ones who wanted her to talk for her and not for them. 

It was all she'd really wanted out of Black Sheep. For someone to know she was in pain, see her, and listen. Mira wished she'd just kept it within the group. 

But she hadn't, and she was still reaping the consequences over three years later. 

The interview was supposed to be for Huntr/x's latest comeback. Under those hot stage lights, on camera, sandwiched between Rumi and the arm of a stiff couch, Mira was supposed to be safe. This interviewer who blended in with the dozens of others she'd spoken with over the years could only stray so far from the topic at hand. And yet...

"So, Mira." He leaned forward, flashing her a bright smile. "I'd love to talk about the Golden music video. I found your section very interesting. How do your parents feel about your portrayal of them?"

Mira's eye twitched. Beside her, Rumi seemed to sit up a little straighter. 

"Golden isn't really about anyone else in our lives," she replied smoothly. "It's about our experiences and how they made us feel. My part isn't about my parents. It's about not fitting in as a kid."

"That's right!" Zoey added, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "Mine is really similar. Growing up with two cultures and two homes and not really fitting into either of them."

"Yes. Golden is about finding our place in the world," Rumi finished with a perfect, polished smile. Mira shot them both a grateful look. 

Unfortunately, this guy either couldn't take a hint or simply didn't care to. 

"But this is the first time you've shown your family in any of your work." 

"Well, that wasn't actually my family. They were hired actors for the video." Mira did her best to keep her voice even. "My family are very private people."

"And they're still alright with being the subjects of your music?" the interviewer pressed on. "If I recall correctly, this isn't the first time you've sung about them. A few years ago, you released a song called Black Sheep."

Oh, Bobby was going to kill someone for that, provided Mira didn't beat him to it. But she couldn't call out this violation of terms on camera. She could only deflect to the best of her ability. 

"Black Sheep is a deeply personal song," she said, her fists clenching in her lap. "A lot of people make assumptions about what it means."

Whatever the interviewer meant to say next never made it out of his mouth. Mira didn't know whether it was the motion or Rumi's sharp gasp that caught her attention. All she knew was that one second, she was answering a series of uncomfortable questions, and the next Zoey was pitching forward off the couch like a ragdoll.

She hit the floor with an echoing thud. For a moment, everybody was frozen. Waiting to see if she'd get up and laugh it off. Poke fun at her own clumsiness. Lament the meme that her tumble was bound to become. She didn't move. 

"Zoey!" Rumi slid off the couch beside her, and the entire room erupted into chaos. 

Someone screamed at someone else to cut the camera. Crew began scrambling; some to attend to Zoey and some to handle the footage. Bobby came sprinting out from somewhere backstage. The interviewer stared, dumbfounded. 

"Holy shit." Mira didn't even remember getting up. She simply appeared at Zoey's side, heart beating fast, grabbing for her shoulder. "Zo? Zo?!"

Rumi waved off people attempting to crowd them, allowing only Bobby and some random guy with a bottle of water to get close. By the time anybody had their wits about them to consider calling an ambulance, Zoey was beginning to move again. Her eyes flicked around, taking in the pandemonium. 

"Hey, Zoey," Rumi said gently. "You're okay, sweetie. We've got you. The cameras are off."

Zoey immediately began trying to sit up, but Mira wouldn't let her. She guided the smaller girl back down, offering her lap as a pillow. 

"Don't get up," she murmured, a wave of relief sweeping over her. 

"I'm alright," Zoey insisted, admittedly sounding pretty steady for someone who had just been dead weight on the floor. 

"You just fainted." Mira whispered to her. "Take a minute, okay?"

Bobby took the water bottle, cracked it open, and knelt down to offer it to Zoey. "You might have gotten a little dehydrated. Were you feeling sick? Dizzy?"

"I guess." Zoey took a few slow sips of water as Mira guided the bottle to her mouth. When she was done, she glanced at the crowd of onlookers and said, "can we go back to the green room?"

Mira glanced at Rumi, unsure. Rumi gave her a quick nod, and the two of them took Zoey by the arms to help her to her feet. No one stopped them as they made their way offstage, Bobby trailing a few steps behind. 

When she noticed him, Rumi called over her shoulder, "we've got her. Can you handle things out here?"

He gave her a dutiful nod and turned back around to face the chaos they'd left behind. 

Both Rumi and Mira kept an arm around Zoey the whole way, trying to take as much of her weight as possible, but she didn't seem to need it. She carried herself perfectly fine all the way to the green room, then flopped down on a plush sofa in much the same manner as she always did. 

"How are you feeling now?" Mira asked, taking a seat beside her. 

"Oh, I'm fine," Zoey replied cheerfully. "I was pretending."

"What?!" Mira stared at her, bewildered and a little upset. "Why?! You scared the shit out of us!" 

Zoey gave her an awkward grin, her expression sheepish but not exactly sorry. Rumi answered for her. 

"It was to get you out of answering that question," she said. "Neither of us wanted to let that guy keep grilling you."

"Did you know she was faking?" Mira demanded. 

"I suspected," Rumi replied. "She gave me this look right before she fell."

Mira let out a long, slow sigh. If she really thought about, she supposed this was the best-case scenario. At least her girlfriend hadn't actually passed out mid-interview, and she supposed the gesture in itself was kind of sweet. Still...

"You faked a medical emergency to get me out of answering an uncomfortable question?"

Zoey nodded slowly. "I just thought it might take the attention off you and they would forget about it. They shouldn't have asked about Black Sheep at all, but we couldn't say anything, so-"

"Honey, I love you for that," Mira said, placing a hand on her shoulder, "but please never scare me like that again. I thought something was really happening to you."

"I'm sorry..." Zoey hit her with those big, adorable, apologetic eyes, and Mira couldn't help but kiss her forehead in return. 

"It's okay," she murmured. "Thank you for trying to help, but you guys don't need to do stuff like that. I can handle myself. It's my fault anyway for releasing that song. I basically invited people to ask."

"You never wanted to release it," Rumi chimed in quietly. "Celine and I convinced you. It was supposed to be yours."

"Babe-"

The door suddenly opened behind them, and a meek-looking woman from the crew poked her head in. 

"Is everything alright?" she asked. "Everyone is very concerned."

"We're fine," Mira replied as she stood. "Zoey was just dehydrated and overheated from the stage lights. You might want to talk to someone about not having them so close."

"O-of course," the woman stammered. "But, if you're all okay, we were wondering if we could finish up the interview? Or at least get that last question answered."

Mira's jaw tightened. Concerned. What a joke. For their show, maybe. Not for the performer that, as far as everyone else knew, had just blacked out and cracked her head on the stage. 

"You can't be serious," Rumi said lowly, a vaguely familiar glint in her eye. A look she typically reserved for threats and not crew members that had probably drawn the short straw to be the one to come in here and make this request. 

"It would only take a few minutes," the woman insisted. "She won't have to answer any more questions. We just want to get Mira's response for-"

"No one is answering anything else," Rumi declared as she strode forward. "Questions about Black Sheep are off-limits, and if you seriously expect us to put Zoey back on that stage right now, you're dreaming."

The woman shrank back under Rumi's scathing gaze, and Mira almost felt a little bad for her. Or, would have, had she not kept going. 

"It's just... the network, and-"

"The network doesn't come before my girls," Rumi growled. 

Literally. Teeth bared and everything. Her fangs hadn't popped out yet, but Mira could tell they were close. 

"Babe..." Mira warned, because they absolutely did not need the PR disaster of Rumi going feral on a random member of a tv crew behind the scenes. 

Rumi, though she didn't seem particularly happy about it, took a deep, steadying breath as she prepared to level with the woman. 

"Look," she said, "I know you're just doing your job, but please tell your higher-ups that we are not going back out there. One of my girls is sick, and the other was getting questioned on a topic I'm sure our manager communicated was not to be brought up. This interview is over, and at this rate, I don't think there's going to be another one."

"I-"

"We would appreciate some privacy now." Rumi's cold, flat tone finally seemed to seal the matter. The woman nodded, looking more than a little unsettled, and fled the room. 

"That was kind of hot," Zoey said as soon as the door closed. 

"Extremely hot," Mira agreed. "But seriously, you guys don't have to do all this to protect me."

"Of course we do." Rumi seemed offended at the very suggestion of the contrary. Mira let out a small sigh. 

"It's not your fault I released the song," she insisted. "You don't have to make it up to me or protect me from the consequences. You don't owe me anything, okay? You don't need to make a scene or risk your reputation for me."

"It's not about owing things or whose fault it was," Rumi said sternly. 

More gently, Zoey added, "we just want you to feel safe out there. You shouldn't have to go through that."

"It's what we do." Rumi stepped closer and gently cupped Mira's face with one hand. "We protect you because you're ours. We love you."

At that, something within Mira began to slowly crack open. When Zoey stood up and wrapped them both up in her arms, the dam broke, and she suddenly burst into tears. Not because she wasn't used to them holding her or telling her that they loved her, but because they were claiming her. Calling her theirs. 

She knew she was, and had for a long time, but for it to be said so plainly and matter-of-factly did something for that little girl in Mira's heart that would have done anything for someone not to be ashamed to say she was theirs. To come to her with it and not make her beg for scraps of affection. To say it even when she pushed back and argued. Even when meaning it meant doing something stupid mid-interview or chasing film crew out of the room. 

"Mira?" Rumi asked, searching her face. 

"Thank you," Mira whimpered. 

"Aww, Mira..." Zoey sounded close to tears herself. She nuzzled into Mira's shoulder, her grip tightening. 

"How about we get out of here?" Rumi began gingerly wiping Mira's tears away. "I'm pretty sure Zoey's stunt just got us the rest of the day off. We could grab something to eat on the way home and have some couch time."

"And maybe go to that boba place you like," Zoey offered. 

Mira wasn't often on the receiving end of the poor baby, don't cry, let's get you some of your favorite thing routine. In fact, she was usually the one setting up turtle videos when Zoey cried or coaxing Rumi out of her room when she was having a bad day. As a rule, she hated crying in front of people. But with these two, it wasn't so bad. 

"Okay." Mira sniffed, took a breath, and blinked a few times. "Okay, that sounds good. But seriously, no more faking medical emergencies."

"Fine," Zoey said, "but can Rumi still growl at people?"

Rumi gave her best charming smile, and Mira scoffed and rolled her eyes. 

"If you want to be known among film crews for growling at people off camera, be my guest," she decided. 

"Good," Rumi replied, satisfied. "Now let's go find some dinner. Your pick."

Grinning, Zoey began to pull them both in the direction of the door. Mira followed readily, chuckling at her excited little bounces. It didn't matter that they were technically ditching the day's schedule, or that the network was probably going to have a meltdown, or that this was almost definitely not going to be the last time someone pried into Mira's past for publicity. 

She didn't care. Right now, with Zoey leading her by one hand and Rumi holding the other, she was right where she belonged. 

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[formulafanfics13]

can I please have a unhinged dom!Max ???? Like 6months into their relationship max keeps touching her like something precious that he doesn't wanna break. But that's exactly what she wants . She wants him to fuck her like he drives. Wants MADMAX unleashed. So she tries all tricks and stuff until he breaks n loses his mind. Turns out he wants that more than anything. But the real question is can she take it????

MadMax - MV1🔥

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summary: six months of soft touches. of worship. of max holding you like you'll crack. but you don't want soft anymore. you want madmax. you want the animal. the grip-the-wheel, rip-the-track, break-the-records madness. so you push him. tease him. test him. and when he finally breaks—when the beast wakes up—the real question is: can you survive it?

warnings: dom!max verstappen, sub!reader, overstimulation, rough sex, degradation & praise, slight dumbification, dirty talk, consensual choking, spanking, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, use of restraints (belt), crying during sex (pleasure), edging, mention of safe words, brutal pace, unhinged max, v possessive and primal energy

Six months of slow. Six months of careful touches, reverent kisses, gentle sex. Max always holding you like you're made of glass, whispering sweet nothings in Dutch, like he's afraid too much pleasure will ruin you.

But you don't want soft anymore. You want to see him like the rest of the world does. You want the fire. The rage. The throttle-twisting, headboard-smashing, Mad Max that lives in every single highlight reel.

Because you've seen it on track. The look in his eyes when he's first into turn one. When he's chasing down a lead with blood in his mouth.

And you wonder, what would that look feel like if it was turned on you?

So you test him. You wear the shortest skirts, the tightest tops. You send videos from the hotel bathroom mid-session. Whisper filth in his ear while he's watching race footage.

You kiss his jaw and say, "You'll never fuck me as hard as you drive."

The first time, he just raised an eyebrow. Smirked.

The second time, he growled your name under his breath and pressed you against a wall.

The third time, tonight, he finally snaps. "You want Mad Max?" His voice is low. Dangerous. The hotel room is dim, cold, quiet. He's already got you pinned to the bed with one arm.

You're naked. Writhing. Wet.

"Say it," he hisses. "Say what you want."

You moan. "I want you."

"No," he growls. "You want the beast. You want to see if you can handle what everyone else fears."

His hand wraps around your throat. Not tight. Not yet. "You think it's fun to poke at me? You think I'm holding back because I don't have it in me?"

You nod.

He slaps your ass, hard.

You whimper.

He smiles. And then you're flipped. Knees under your chest. Belt looped around your wrists. Hair yanked back. "Safe word?"

You gasp. "Red."

"And you're not gonna use it, are you?"

"No."

"Good," he says. "Because I'm not stopping."

He fucks you like he drives. Fast. Ruthless. Intentional. He chokes you. Spanks you. Pulls your hair so hard your eyes roll back. "Look at you," he spits. "Begging for it. Thought you wanted romance? No? You want a fucking machine instead?"

You sob. "Yes, Max-"

"Too late for soft," he snarls. "You wanted Mad Max. You got him."

His pace is brutal. His hands everywhere. He flips you. Fucks you on your back with your legs thrown over his shoulders. He slaps your clit. Sucks your nipples until they're raw.

You're crying. You're coming. You're screaming his name over and over and over.

He leans down, sweat dripping onto your face, and says, "You're mine. You think anyone else could take this?"

You whimper. "No. Just you."

"That's right."

Another orgasm. Your sixth. Maybe seventh. You've lost count. He doesn't care.

By the end, you're boneless. Lips swollen. Body wrecked. He's still hard. Still twitching. He presses soft kisses to your cheeks now, whispering, "You okay? You're perfect. You're mine."

You nod, dazed. "I wanted that."

He kisses your jaw. "I know. So did I."

You blink. "You did?"

He smirks. "Been waiting for permission." He lays beside you, stroking your hair. "You okay?"

"I... I don't think I can move."

"That's fine," he murmurs. "I'll carry you to the shower."

"Max."

"Hmm?"

"I still want Mad Max."

He kisses your throat. "He's not going anywhere, baby."

[drdawnbreaker]

𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 ☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Fratboys!Lads x Female Reader

Summary: It was just an innocent game of truth of dare. Nothing bad was going to happen... Right?

Word count: 2.28k

Genre: Smut. Collage au

Warnings: Pet names. Drinking. Everyone is tipsy and stupid, okay! Lots of mouths are involved... swearing. Biting. Marking. Hickies. This is a mess. I'm sorry.

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It was a typical night. Well, if you called a typical night being filled with drunk frat boys, board games, and shouting. Then, typical it was. Everything was going swiftly as you were currently watching your two friends, Caleb and Rafayel try to see who could take the most shots the quickest. Surprisingly, Rafayel won, downing more shots than Caleb before he tapped out.

“Man, I don’t even know where half of that shit went.” Caleb groaned, trying to touch Rafayel’s tummy, but the other male just flicked his friend's hands away with a grumble.

“Trust me I’ll feel it later.” Raf burped, making everyone give out hardy cackles. The game continued with loud cheering as each member picked up a card from the deck and played whatever it asked. From Sylus snogging Zayne, to Xavier eating strange combinations of foods. The laughter was endless… that was until it got to your turn.

“7 minutes in hell.” You read the card with a raised brow. “Hell? I thought it was always heaven, no?” Your scan around the room suggested the boys knew more than you and it caused a sudden flutter in your stomach.

“You don’t know what 7 minutes in hell is?” Caleb smirked while taking a sip of his beer.

“This is gonna be fun.” Sylus snickered, causing Rafayel to roll his eyes at him. But yet they all had the same expression, one with a lingering hunger. They were no longer looking at you like their close friend, no, they were looking at you like you were just a piece of meat. A steak they were going to ravish on.

“Can someone explain...” You felt singled out, making a shot of anxiety spike through your gut. Zayne leaned over from where he sat, placing his hand gently on your exposed leg, giving you a warm smile.

“Hey it’s okay…” Like he could sense your uneasiness, his comfort brought a small smile to your face. He was always so caring towards you, but then again, they all were. “The game is, you are blindfolded and you have to guess who is touching you.” You could feel your face beginning to burn up, “Since it’s hell, the back of the card should tell you what part the other players will use.” Okay, now you were definitely redder than the wine you are drinking.

“B-body part…” You looked back down at the card and for a moment you felt your heart stop… “Mouth.”

You could have sworn every single male in the room groaned at this discovery but then again It might have just been the high-pitched ringing in your ear from the sudden dizziness in your head. Zayne’s hand moved from your leg to your shoulder, squeezing the flesh softly to get your attention. Your neck snapped quickly, looking at him with wide glossed eyes. “You don’t have to do the dare if you don’t want to, honey. You can just take a shot instead.”

All the boys began to agree, not wanting to make you uncomfortable even though they had all but dreamed something like this would happen. Like some twisted sexy fantasy where they all finally get a taste of you. You didn’t even wait for a second to go by before you said a quick and sharp ‘I want to’. truthfully you wished your words had not come out so desperately but then again, the way each of your friends looked at you caused the reaction. “Well then. Someone go get a blindfold.”

You’ve never seen Xavier get up so quickly, practically bolting down the hall before reappearing with a soft red silk blindfold. Of course, he owns one. You eyed Caleb as you watched him move one of the chairs from the dining table and placed it in the middle of the room. You were about to speak but Zayne caught your attention again by grabbing your hand softly. “Okay, Honey. So we are going to let you sit in that chair while blindfolded and when you are ready, we’ll pick someone to start.”

You felt your heart beating fast against your chest at the sheer idea of five different mouths being placed on your body. But it wasn’t like they were going to bite you or anything, right? They were just going to place their soft plump, kissable lips on your body for you to guess who. Simple enough…

"You ready?" Zayne’s soft voice was so sweet, dripping with admiration. You were screwed. You nodded with a little 'yes', letting him lead you by your hand to sit on the wooden chair. Xavier handed him the blindfold, putting the soft silk on your face to cover your wide, slightly panicked eyes. "We're gonna pick now, so you just gotta stay still. We'll tap you when someone is gonna touch you, okay?"

"Okay... I, I'm ready." You let out a shaky sigh, feeling like your senses were heightened from the loss of vision. It was like you could suddenly hear every little sound, from feet shuffling to soft inaudible whispers and hand smacks. You could hear light footsteps coming towards you making your breath hitch in your throat. Your mouth felt dry as you tried to swallow big gulps of air. And then you felt a tap on your shoulder telling you that the man before you was ready. You let out an unsteady hum, letting the male know you were also ready.

His hands gently grabbed each side of your face, tilting your head slightly to the side to expose your bare neck to him. He could see the pulse in your jugular speeding up at his slight touch. It made him grin like a Cheshire cat. His soft lips finally touched your hot skin, and it made you instantly shift in your seat. He stayed still for a moment before you felt his mouth part, letting his tongue slip out just enough for you to feel the wetness of his appendage. “D-do I guess n-nnow…”

You had become a stuttering melting mess, feeling yourself being lost in the idea of all your friend's mouths on different parts of your body. The man currently still holding you in his tight grip grunts right in your ear, letting you know you can start the game. You gulp, feeling him move again, dragging his teeth along your goose-bumped flesh. You could feel his hands shift as well, one falling to just the base of your neck. While the hold stayed put on your jaw, his thumb gently soothed your cheek. His hands were huge, but they weren't big enough to hold the side of your face. And they were moisturised too… hmm, who is he? You thought, trying your hardest to guess. It was then he bit down on your shoulder, you sucked in a sharp pop.

“Fuck…” You moaned out without thinking, your hands flying from your lap to the sides of the chair gripping on the wood like your life depended on it. The male growled a chuckle again before unlatching his mouth from your body. You let out a deep breath that you didn’t realise you were holding, feeling your clawed hands release from the poor chair. All your friends were watching the whole endeavour intensely, trying their best not to make any sounds. Caleb took a step back from your shaky body, feeling a sense of pride from making you moan. He pulled your shirt to the side and his hand that was on the back of your neck had completely dishevelled your hair making you successfully look like a mess. A hot, irresistible mess.

“You okay there Cutie?” You could hear Rafayel call out from the table. The man in front of you was already back with the others so they now could speak freely.

“Y-yeah… I’m good.” You whispered, reaching for your shoulder, feeling the cold wind tickle your wet skin. Your fingertips grazed where Caleb’s mouth was and what you felt made your head spin and your heart skip… “Y-you bit me…” None of them replied though, no, it was a dead silence that caused you to gulp lowly. You could feel them all staring in fear and desire. No one dared to move even an inch. And then you spoke. “S-someone is gonna have to go next before I can answer…you know. Reference and all..”

You felt stupid saying that, and your face showed it. Burning a bright red to match the colour of the blindfold, making all the guys smile. You suddenly could hear shuffling again, making your heart rate ease. You went to speak again, but before you could, a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders gently, making you jump. But then another pair snaked onto your thighs. There were two of them, one behind you and another in front, most likely kneeling. The rougher hands that were on your thighs slowly shifted until they reached the hem of your shirt, tugging on the fabric. You finally spoke, “D-do you need me to move my shirt for you…”

A grunt followed.

“Okay…” You felt so small but yet you had all the power, all these men were just begging to touch you and you had no clue how they picked from your loss of sight. They were all fighting. Pushing in line to get a taste of you. None of them even cared if you guessed correctly or even guessed at all. Any excuse to have you was all they wanted. And when you pulled your shirt off you could hear an echo of men groaning. But it wasn’t from the spacious room. No, all five of them groaned, whined, and whimpered seeing your perfect breasts hiding just behind your bra.

The softer hands moved your bra straps ever so slightly, letting them just hang off your shoulders. While the rougher hands grabbed your knees, spreading your legs, letting his large body snake between them. Your whole body was shaking when you felt a hot breath pool against your neck and inner thigh. A grunt followed by the rougher man making your gulp replying with a quick “I’m read—heungg f-fuck.”

You didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence before you felt the two men, bite you. Not kiss, no. They both bit you, hard. You yelped, your hands flying instinctively to the hair that belonged to the man in front of you. You felt his short-ish locks tangle in between your fingers, tugging at the pleasure surging through your veins. You could recognize this hairstyle, the short length by the nape, the longer length on the top… it could only be one person. The man made a low grunt through his nose at the pain on his scalp. Be pulled off you, chuckling. “That’s cheating, kitten.”

“S-Sylus.” You moan, tipping your head back, letting it rest against the toned abdomen of the man behind you. You shifted your head, tilting your neck until you could feel the cotton of the shirt the man behind you was wearing. You could smell his cologne. “Xav…”

“Now that’s definitely cheating,” Xavier whispered in your ear, unlatching his mouth from your shoulder to see his pretty mark next to Caleb’s. Xavier kissed along your neck, up to your jaw before kissing your cheek lightly. You moved your head in his direction, begging, craving for him to just forget about the game and kiss you instead…“Maybe we should tie her hands up for the next round.”

“Fuck please.” You moaned a little too quickly for your liking, wanting nothing more to be tied up for your friends.

“Someone grab a tie, or rope. Fucking anything.” You could hear Xavier bark in the direction of your friends followed by a bunch of sporadic footsteps. You’ve never heard Xavier so loud and…aggressive before. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling Sylus kiss up your thigh, his hand spreading your legs further to let him have his way with you. His hums were music to your ears as he inched closer to where you needed him, where you were craving him. Just a little more you thought over and over again.

“I got one.” You heard Zayne’s voice this time. It was deeper than normal, making you shiver. You guess Xavier had grabbed your wrists, holding them together while another started to bind them behind the chair. Your chest rose heavily with every deep breath. And with your hands now stuck in place and your vision still concealed… the game has now officially begun.

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My friend and I are going into gr 12 next year while both living in unsavoury households (not abusive per se, but not pleasant to be in either). Do you have any tips for stuff to do next year while prepping to try to leave home?

Start looking for cheap rentals together around two to four months-ish before move-out. If you trust each other and work local then that’s perfect because you’ll potentially have a roommate already down to buddy up with.

After you graduate and start working, stay home as long as you can to save up. It sucks ass, but having a cash cushion will help- I think I had maybe 4 months of my half of the rent to fall back on when I moved in with my roomie, and that kept things comfortable. Less and it would have been much more stress than it was.

Make a list of what supplies you’ll need to live comfortably. There’s no rush on this, as you can easily start once you DO move out, or just wing it, but it’s fun and useful and will give you something to look forward to.

Talk to school counsellor s about getting work experience or doing volunteer work. A lot of offices can gently introduce you to the work force- specifically places willing to hire first-timers- and even if volunteer work doesn’t pay, it’s a great way to network and meet people who may be willing to pay cash for odd jobs, or have relatives looking to hire, and with the whole “kids don’t have work ethic” thing every older generation seems to buy into, being somebody who shows up and works hard is a good start for a professional reputation.

Whatever you make financially, put 15 to 20 percent of it immediately into a savings account and DO NOT TOUCH IT. Do NOT. I started mine in case I suddenly wound up homeless and it has since grown to the point where I could easily pay for a car repair or an extra month of rent if something catastrophic happened. (When I was the only child of a single mom she taught me that one early).

Consider checking out yard sales or picking up unwanted dishes and appliances from folks who don’t need them anymore. Again, go thrifting- not at Value Village if you can avoid it, as prices have inflated insanely, but little weird-smelling cluttered places where you can get a blender for five dollars. I don’t believe in spending money on things I don’t LOVE, and for a full year living solo I was quite comfortable in the kitchen with just a wok, a spatula, spoon fork knife, a bowl, and a cup.

If people want to buy you gifts for special occasions, I would usually ask for towels and wool socks. I think for maybe two or three years each of my parents would get me 1-2 towels in my preferred colour so by the time I moved out I had a full set. (I love good towels).

Start sorting the stuff in your room you plan to hold on to forever and what you want to donate, gift, or throw away. You have no IDEA how much crap you have until you gotta shove it into a minivan.

A Costco card is a golden gift from the lord and u should consider buying one. There is no comfort to a newly-rehoused young adult like a flat of instant noodles and a king-sized mattress bag of crap napkins.

Have fun with it. Plan a Pinterest board. Dream a little. No matter where you live, even if it’s a shithole and you hate it, you can CHOOSE to make it home. Because home is anywhere. Anywhere can be that place for you. I promise. The only places I ever lived that were truly insufferable were places I shared with people determined not to put the work in- because “why would I bother making this place nice when I hate it here?”. I’ve made a home for myself in the woods, inna shack, in an abandoned attic with no running water, in the shitbox behind a crack den, in an old guy’s basement- you can do it. You won’t just be okay, you’ll be happy.

Try not to worry too much. It’s not easy, but it’ll be easier than you worry it might be.

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Pile 1 - The Wolf

Astrological (Sun) Sign: Aries, Leo

Your future spouse is someone who remains humble, no matter how successful he is. They will be a very down to earth person who will love you very deeply, and with love comes unwavering loyalty. You can trust them completely, they will never betray you and they will be very honest and straightforward with you and their feelings for you.

Their love for you runs so deep that they will give the whole world up for you even if it hurts them, just to see you happy. Though their actions in loving you may not be loud or flashy, they are like your quiet protector, supporting you in the shadows, ensuring that you never feel lonely, just like a wolf fighting tooth and nail for their mate, and still happily giving them the biggest share of their meal, because your happiness is their purpose.

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Astrological (Sun) Sign: Sagittarius, Cancer

Your future spouse will be someone who is very attentive to you and your needs. He’s someone that will remember every single little detail about you, not because they have to, but because they love you that much, and being attentive to you and joyfully giving is part of their love language.

Maybe you may not like lettuce in your sandwich, they remember it and make sure that the lettuce will never be in your sandwiches. Or maybe a branded item caught your eye, but it may feel out of reach. They remember and may quietly save up for it, to surprise you one day and see your smile and laughter. They love to see you happy and through remembering even the tiniest details about you, they express their depth of love and just how much he truly cares for you.

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Astrological (Sun) Sign: Scorpio, Taurus

Your future spouse gives off protector vibes. They are someone who may look tough on the outside, making sure no one messes with you. They are like a Doberman: alert and loyal to you. Possibly even intimidating to people that are not close to him. They may have a little bit of an unapproachable vibe to them because of their intensity.

But beneath all that intimidating act, is a huge softie. Just like a Doberman who is actually all soft and goofy with their owner. They melt in your arms and cling to you tightly, just showing you how much they love you. Their love may be fierce but it’s also incredibly tender, only letting down their guard when they’re in their safe space, which is you.

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I love your little spoon head canons they’re so cute! What do you think its take to get the Jack characters jealous? Including Roy Goode I can’t find almost any fics on him 😭😔

CHARACTERS: oliver mellors, remmick, roy goode, patrick sumner, lion kaminski, james cook

WARNINGS: very slight angst, self-doubt/insecurities, jealousy

A/N: sorry this took long i ended up scrapping it and starting over to add patrick!! i’m really loving these headcanons so pls keep em coming! i hope you enjoy :)

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oliver mellors

he wouldn’t have a single jealous bone in his body if it weren’t for martha’s affair. and it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. oliver trusts you with his life. for him, jealous arises not when other men look, but when they think they can take what’s his.

it’s one night when you two decide to wander into the pub. he notices the men in the corner who smirk at you when you walk by. oliver doesn’t confront them simply because he doesn’t need to. “i think those men are looking at me,” you say eventually with his arm slung over your shoulders.

“you think?” he plays dumb. rubs the side of your arm. but he stays aware. and since he isn’t forced to hide his love for you, he puts on a show of it. he’ll run a hand through your hair at the back of your head and push your mouth towards his. lips instantly locking onto yours. it takes you by surprise, but he kisses you with such fervor, you melt into his touch.

his other hand even graces your thigh. he likes the way the men shift in their seats, their eyes now glancing in any other direction. “let ‘em look at a pretty lass for once,” he says when he pulls away. “poor fucks wouldn’t know what to do with you anyway.”

remmick

we talk about jealous!remmick but this idea has been on my mind lately: he knows that it gets a little lonely with him being away so often. he doesn’t exactly want to share you, just let you have a little fun while he’s away. for your own pleasure.

it’s on his own terms, too. he can’t just have some random guy who isn’t worthy enough of you. it’ll be boy your age from your town who thinks you’re pretty. who doesn’t stop by the market you work at just to see the seasonal pick…and he flat out turns the kid. drains him nearly bone dry. he wants any and every memory he can get of you. sees how much this boy adores you—he’d do anything for you, but remmick can still have that control over him so he doesn’t step out of line.

remmick, convinced he’s being romantic, brings him to you like a surprise puppy. “what the hell did you do?” you say, hands on your hips. “well, look, sugar, i got you your own lil’ toy,” he tries to level. “he’ll just do absolutely anythin’ for you. get you anythin' you like when i can’t be there. hell, he can do just about everythin’ i can.”

“wh- remmick…” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose to soothe the headache this would give you. “what?” he shrugs unfairly. “he’ll be real nice, darlin’, i promise. and if he ain’t good enough, we’ll just get you a new one.”

patrick sumner

when patrick is jealous, it’s deeply repressed and restrained. it doesn’t hit all at once and explode like most of the others—it ferments.

he’ll spot you talking to someone else, maybe at a gala or dinner party, and initially won’t think anything of it. but then you laugh a little at the other man’s joke, or maybe his hand brushes your arm. patrick just observes and asks about it alone. “is he a friend of yours? you seemed…close.” he isn’t really accusing you—his jealousy is.

he won’t admit that it’s jealousy though, not even to himself. nevertheless, the feeling brews and he lets himself sit in it rather than talking to you about it. he’ll make connections between the way you look at him and how you look at the other man. but pushing it down only makes it worse. maybe even creates a distance between you two to let the feeling simmer even more.

and then he confronts you. drinks a little bit before he does it since the alcohol lets him really feel emotions. and it’ll be a version of patrick you’ve never seen before. he pulls you toward him, “i’m yours. and you’re mine. all i have for you is this—” he puts your hand over his heart. love. “so just stay with me tonight? alright, love?”

roy goode

this may be a shocker and a let down but roy goode doesn't get jealous. he doesn't have to. you've never given him a reason not to trust you. but it’s natural for him to get protective, and never in a possessive way. he knows you can handle yourself.

he’ll usually let the situation simmer. most times, you’ll shine your pistol at a lingering man, and that’ll do the trick. other times, it takes a little intervention. “you heard the lady. she ain’t lookin’ for any trouble, so don’t go make some.” he never stands in front of you, either. always beside. equal.

he gives them a specific look—always with his head just slightly tilted down so his eyes are hooded through his lids. he curls his lip a little in disgust so the man knows just how much roy disapproves of him. and if that, with your repeated ‘no’s, still aren’t enough….

i imagine a duel. a real proper gunfight between them set in the middle of the street like an old western film. “all this for a woman?” the other man usually says. roy will look over at you for just a moment before smiling. “you ain’t ever gonna know a woman as good as her. worth the damn world.”

lion kaminski

oh, lion. lion, lion, lion. lion listens to you with an admiration and deep love for the person you are. he’s a lover boy deep down that would do anything you asked. it’s not often that he ever feels threatened. but he still isn’t completely secure in himself; every once and a while, he’ll have a reaction.

again, lion isn’t threatened by stan. he knows you absolutely loathe him. but sometimes, older brothers liked to make jokes. ‘little lion’s whipped for his girl” in a mocking voice or a joking “how’d you even get a girlfriend?” and though you always reassure him—“there isn’t anybody else for me, walter. just you”—his mind still wanders at times.

but while he’s good with his fists, he’s better at restraint. something his brother doesn’t have. he prides himself for being to control himself. “he’s straight up disrespecting ya, baby.” he says as his knuckles flex and crack.

“he’s just looking,” you try to reason. it’s still too much for your own comfort, but you don’t want him to cause a scene. lion isn’t gonna do anything you don’t want to. “i’ll beat his ass, honey, just tell me the word.”

james cook

i mean...we're kidding, right? cook get jealous when another guy simply speaks your name. but it depends on if we’re talking about toxic!cook or not

toxic!cook is possessive. everyday, he makes sure you know it and that and everybody else knows it too. “ain’t i got a pretty one?” he’ll tell people while rubbing your cheek or running a hand through your hair. it’s at the point now where everyone pretty much knows not to touch you. but when someone does: “go enjoy his company tonight.” and then, closer to you with his lips inches away, “you think he’ll still want you if he knew what you were like with me?”

cook in general will initially try to play it off. "oi--that your new boyfriend or what?" he half-jokes, but it's because he wants to hear you reassure him. he has to hear it. cook's jealousy will eventually turn into a clinginess. if he notices a guy loitering a little too close or laughing too hard at your jokes: "this one's taken, yeah? just makin' sure we're all clear."

eventually, it'll become a vulnerability that he can't hide, even from you. it's only once in a blue moon when cook really opens up to you. "you could do better, you know that. have more. dunno why you hang about with me, sometimes." but he doesn't stay like that for long. not when you press a kiss to his forehead and hold him long enough till he feel your love in his bones.

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[mona-risms]

Have you seen those polytrix fanarts on twt? Especially the ~spicy~ ones? Yeah imagine if one of the girls got a notif that fanartist reader posted and they just kick their feet at how talented reader is and absent mindedly liked and retweeted their art.

But they forgot that they're not on their private account.

Instead they're on Huntr/x's official twt account.

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YES I have and honestly god knew I'd be too powerful if he gave me the ability to draw bc I'd be drawing myself with them 🤷‍♀️ which honestly can you blame me? But anyway

These three are such IDIOTS bc they literally get so excited every time you post after That Fateful Day. I'm inclined to believe that Zoey took over both Mira and Rumi's accs momentarily so that they all have notifs on for your posts so every time you post smth they get a ping and the first one to take their phone out (usually Zoey) lets the rest know that LOOKLOOKLOOK THE GORGEOUS PERSON WE SAW POSTED AGAIN even if it's fanart of ALL THREE OF THEM having the most GODLESS, SLOPPIEST, NASTIEST threesome known to man (and they all end up blushing like hell bc. Hello. Insane. You put TIME and DETAIL into! That! Wow! But also they do respect the grind and the effort LMAO). They obvs like and share EVERY single one IN THEIR privs/spams ofc bc it'd be a PR NIGHTMARE if they ever did that through their OFFICIAL account/s!! That'd be SO crazy!!!!!

.......and then they get a call. Several calls actually. And DMs. And notifications in general. A lot of them from Bobby, a lot of them from their staff, a HELL of a lot of them from literally everyone. It's not like getting millions of notifs from online is new, but management and BOBBY certainly is strange!!!! I wonder wh-- oh. Oh. They. Didn't switch out to their spam accs. Well! Shit!

It'd definitely be MORE than shocking to see THE OFFICIAL HUNTR/X ACCOUNT (the verified tick and everything) not just like, but RETWEET your latest sloppy style polytrix fanart. Like. What. What is this supposed to mean. Are they confirming. What's going on. Is this them?? WHERE DID THEY EVEN COME FROM??????????? What makes it even funnier is that most likely one of them (Rumi, to Mira's chagrin lol) cracks and messages you flat-out 😭 saying like Oh they just! Really! Like your art ahahahahahahaahaha sorry for making this awkward ahahahahhaaahaahahahaahahahaha like the whole thing wasn't already surreal enough 💀. If you're a Particularly smart cookie and the timeframe between you meeting them at the con and this current incident wasn't too long, you'd probably be able to figure out what's going on and the connection between the trio would flat-out stared at you in your booth and the HUNTR/X trio. Have fun!!!

Either way PR will absolutely hate them for this 😭 kpop gossip areas and polytrix shippers are THRIVING though LMAOAOAOAOAOAOA "IS THIS CONFIRMATION FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP" AHH. Tbh this'd be the funniest shit ever on a socmed AU LMAOOOOOO

Continued from here.

[4doras]

NOBODY NEW “THEY WERE ALWAYS JUST THERE, LIKE THEY BELONGED.” *ੈ✩‧₊˚  

genre. nicholas x reader, fluff, est. relationship, 1.1k +use of ej’s real name 

ꕤ. ty anon for requesting ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ this was so fun to write!! 

you and nicholas were inseparable, is what your friends would say – always catching you two laughing at inside jokes, helping one another with small tasks that one could do alone, sharing belongings like clothes – and it was extremely obvious to them now that you were on a trip together. 

every morning, one of the others would find you and nicholas eating breakfast together, even taking bites out of the other person’s food. 

but no one questioned it, they just chalked it up to your friendship. 

more under the cut! 

it was just you and nicholas now, sitting in his room. neither of you were doing much, both just scrolling on your phones, but even just the presence of one another was comforting. 

“i wonder why none of them have asked us if we’re dating.” he said suddenly, looking up at you and slightly pouting. 

to be completely honest, you and nicholas had been dating for ages, almost two years now. yet none of your friends noticed or asked. 

you shrugged your shoulders, eyes still on your phone. “i ‘dunno, nicho.” but when you looked up, nicholas wasn’t there. instead, he was laying beside you, leaning into your warmth. “do you want to tell them?” 

“nah, i don’t mind it like this.” he smiled, going back onto his phone. “we don’t even hide it and they don’t ask.” 

and so did you. 

whenever you and nicholas hung out, it just felt like hanging out with your friend. natural, simple. you didn’t have to make every hang out a date, not every date was so casual either. it was like you two were made for each other, you understood one another like it was yourself. 

two days of your trip have passed, and no one has come up to you or nicholas to ask about how affectionate you’re being to each other. it was weird. they’d seen you and him sitting strangely close to each other, the type of close that screams “not just friends”. they’d seen you compliment nicholas and nicholas compliment you, calling each other “pretty” and “handsome”, yet no one batted an eye. 

when would they notice? did you really have to tell them straight up? 

day three of the trip would be a day for going to the beach, one of you and nicholas’ favourite things to do together. it was the perfect opportunity to spend time together and reveal your relationship. discreetly, of course.  

nicholas was wearing a shirt that was buttoned a little too low for your liking, so you went and buttoned it up a little higher. while you were fixing up his shirt, he was gently holding your waist, softly rubbing his thumb along your skin. 

and still, not a single remark. no whispers flying around the room, not a single raised eyebrow, absolutely nothing. 

at this point, you were convinced you’d have to kiss him in front of everyone to get a reaction out of them. 

what was worse was that the rest of the day was the same; acting close on purpose and not getting a reaction from it. all your efforts were in vain. 

fuma, euijoo, and nicholas were all in the ocean now, doing whatever they please while you, giselle, and winter were sitting on the sand, enjoying the heat of the sun. 

“i’m surprised nicholas didn’t drag you with him, y/n.” winter giggled, teasing you. in retrospect, it didn’t work at all, considering you and nicholas were dating, but winter didn’t know that. 

“yeah,” you chuckled. “he knows i wanna spend time with you guys.” 

“at the house, it seems like all he wants to do is be by you.” giselle widened her eyes, giving you a sly grin. 

they were both right there, yet so far. 

“we won’t push, y/n.” she laid a hand on your shoulder. “we know you guys are just friends.” 

except that push was just the thing they needed. 

when the guys got out of the water, they started heading toward where you, giselle, and winter were sitting. 

nicholas huffed as he sat down. “can you dry my hair for me?” he asked, giving you a towel. 

“you’re so lazy, nicho. do it yourself.” you pushed the towel back into his arms, laughing at his upset reaction. 

once he wasn’t dripping water everywhere, he put on his shirt, buttoning it up. 

“nicho, we’re at the beach.” euijoo said, tugging at the shirt. “you can get a girlfriend here, just take it off.” 

“she’s right in front of me?” nicholas was pointing at you, looking around with a confused face like it was obvious (it is). 

a chorus of “what”’s and “huh”’s erupted, giselle and winter grabbed you like you revealed a top secret, both of their jaws on the ground. 

“since when?” fuma was blinking hard, like it was a dream and he had to wake up. 

“it’s been almost two years, fuma.” nicholas answered, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. 

“and you guys didn’t tell us?” euijoo was appalled, maybe even betrayed. 

“we thought it was obvious,” you looked at nicholas, then everyone. “i mean, we were literally cuddling on the couch the other night. you can’t tell me we’re 'just friends’.” you tried to justify it. 

“i thought you guys were just… close friends.” winter scratched her head. “like, super close friends… y’know.” 

there was a pause. a long, stunned, processing pause. then laughter – the kind that comes out after shock wears off and everything finally clicks into place.

giselle lightly smacked your arm. “i knew there was something off about how he called you pretty every morning like it was a part of his routine.”

“and you literally wiped food off his face with your thumb,” winter added, throwing her hands up like she was a detective missing a huge part of evidence.

“i was there for that!” fuma gasped, then pointed accusingly. “and i said nothing!”

“you all seriously thought we were just really, really close friends?” nicholas grinned, pulling you closer, letting you lean into his side.

“i mean…” euijoo started, but then trailed off, suddenly unsure about what to say. “okay, yeah. I guess we’re just blind.”

nicholas looked at you and smiled. “i told you there was no point in hiding it.”

you smiled back, resting your head on his shoulder. the group slowly went back to their chatter, a few still stunned, but your relationship was no longer the center of the conversation.

and just like that, everyone knew about your relationship. 

still, nothing really changed. except now, they knew. but it made sense.

you and nicholas were always together – you two belonged together. 

perm taglist. @jellyouse

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Skeeter (again) (and again as well)

Debut: Super Mario 64

I am surprised we only had one post about Skeeter, and it was one that didn't go into much depth! (EDIT: wait what the hell I was way wrong. We had another one after that which has now been linked above! I forgot. Sowwy *shrugs cutely so you forgive me*) It's always jarring how short our posts were seven years (!) ago. Nowadays we could not DREAM of posting about something as momentous as Skeeter without a veritable essay! And here it is! (essays are fun when they are about Skeeter!)

Skeeter- my dear friend Skeeter who was in my second grade class and who I even still talk with from time to time, thank goodness- is basically the mascot of Wet-Dry World! It adorns the entry painting, and also, there is NO creature that better represents the concept of Wet-Dry like the humble water strider. An insect that gracefully skates along the very barrier that prevents wet and dry from intermingling! Is it wet? Is it dry? Is it both? To be honest, it's dry. It has water-repellent hairs. But it lives such a wet life!

Do you know why a creature might want to live on, specifically, the surface of the water in the first place? It's because most insects, upon getting wet, will get stuck at the surface and struggle to escape. A nearby skeeter will sense these vibrations, find that poor insect, and slurp out its innards! Exactly like lifeguards are allowed to do on Opposite Day each year!

Silly little Skeeter is likely a fierce predator, even though it has no visible weaponry, not even a mouth to speak of. Maybe that's why it's sad. Or maybe it's the Negative Emotional Aura that it has known all its life. What Skeeter DOES have is a bobbly bop on its head! Real water striders do not have these, but maybe they should. Not enough real animals have a single bobbly. California Quail should not hold a monopoly on the fashion! Something especially interesting about Skeeter's body is that Surskit, the Pokemon, also has a single antenna atop its round body. Maybe it was actually somewhat based on Skeeter! Or maybe they're both based on existing depictions.

In Super Mario 64 DS, Skeeter has a new lease on life! There are many possible reasons for this. I will suggest only one: Skeeter HATES the idea of a 3D platformer being controlled with an analog stick, and is thrilled to see the option of touch-screen controls instead. It's very excited to see the future of 3D platforming with this innovative control method!

Well, speaking of the future of 3D platformers, Skeeter would appear a whole lot, and change a whole lot! In Super Mario Sunshine it is a real little freak, just like every other redesigned enemy. It already had an orb-shaped body with thin, gangly legs, but in this design, it more than ever resembles one of the Opiliones- the harvestmen or daddy longlegs, the arachnids that are like extra legtastic spiders with only a single body segment.

It also looks oddly robotic! Those markings are not like any I would expect on a natural creature. It seems like a metallic or plastic construct meant to clamber around and spy on heroes... but it's not! It's still just a funny bug on the surface of the water. I quite like that just the bottoms of its feet are yellow now, like it's representing hydrophobic coating!

Skeeters were sadly absent in Galaxy... but they then appeared in Galaxy 2, so it's ok, actually! It's not like we're missing out on seeing what a specifically "Galaxy 1-style" Skeeter would look like. It would look like this. It would purpel.

At first, Skeeter looked sad. It then looked alert and wide-eyed. Now, as of Galaxy 2, it looks tired, or disinterested. And that's always so charming. What's the matter? Did this insect have a long day at the office? Get real! I would say the wide-eyed look suits a PREDATORY skeeter the best, but the half-lidded look is splendid for a Mario version that lazily skims the surface! I quite like this design!

And wouldn't you know it! After fifteen years, Skeeter finally returned in Mario Kart World, and the Galaxy 2 design (with slight adjustments) remained! It is safe to say that Skeeter finally has a set design, which is such a nice thought.

I never mentioned the suction cup feet! What a weird thing. I don't think those will help on the surface of the water. It does share these funny feet in common with some incarnations of Scuttlebug, though, and in 64, the two were VERY similar in design! Some localized names even call Skeeter a spider. While Scuttlebug would go on to become a more standard cartoon spider, Skeeter stayed true to its roots of "orbs and sticks", and I think that is wonderful!

Remember to think about water striders! Never take them for granted!

[freshcuntgrass]

Every single thing by Gilbert and Sullivan (lyrics and music, respectively) is like this. The plot of Iolanthe is basically "a bunch of fairies fuck up the House of Lords," and there's a character who is half mortal and half fairy, meaning fairy from the waist up but his legs are mortal. HMS Pinafore ends with a dramatic secret family reveal that is EXTREMELY mathematically improbable but somehow solves everything.

My personal favorite, Ruddigore, is about a cursed noble family where the baronet has to do one crime per day or be tortured to death by the ghosts of his ancestors. The older brother of the family is Overly Good and goes into hiding to avoid the title, while the younger brother loves crime so so much. When the older brother's identity is found out, they have to switch places, and he keeps trying to do crimes that aren't that bad, like tax evasion. The resolution to the curse somehow? "Since refusing the ancestor's orders would be tantamount to suicide, and suicide is itself a crime, then none of us [ghosts] ought to have died at all!" and then they're just. alive again because why not. (The main ghost's song is an all-time Halloween banger.)

There's something like 10-15 of these shows, although Pirates is the most famous by a lot. They all make fun of various aspects of British class and society, as well as trends in the "serious" operas of the day, but you don't need to get any of that for them to be ridiculous and a great time. (Fair warning that the other famous one, The Mikado, has some pretty cringeworthy orientalism. It was intended to make fun of Madama Butterfly and similar operas that try to cash in on "exoticism" and Western fetishization of the East, but it's a classic case of "white guys intending to do satire just do the thing they're satirizing and assume you'll understand they don't mean it." Modern productions usually try to subvert or negate this in one way or another. I've heard of everything from anime-styled productions to ones just set in Victorian England.)

There are a lot of theater companies around the world that dedicate themselves to performing these. There might be one near you-- search your area plus "Gilbert and Sullivan society" and you could find them live. They're also largely available online. The Seattle Gilbert and Sullivan Society has all of their productions over the years on YouTube, and they're pretty high-quality (some of them are very much ripped from a VHS but it's good singing and staging). Closed captioning available and everything, so you can appreciate all of the silliness. Go forth and become G&S-pilled.

hey hey guys heyo

if you haven’t listened to g&s’ the Pirates of Penzance you NEED to it’s genuinely one of the funniest musicals in the world it’s just batshit insane. it reads like a crackfic and i desperately crave aus set in this world because g u y s

the pirates are so chivalrous that they never invade small ships, only ones bigger and better than them. they’re all orphans and when they manage to capture people everyone claims they’re also an orphan so the pirates let them go. the main character frederic works with the pirates because his nursemaid has bad hearing and was ordered to apprentice him to a pilot. frederic jumps out of his hiding place to tell these beautiful girls he was watching their conversation because they were about to take off their stockings how sCA nd aLoU s. frederic sings a whole dramatic betrayal ballad w his forty-year-old nursemaid because she told him she was beautiful so he’d marry her but he thinks she’s hella ugly. this kicks off her villain arc. he asks a whole, entirely unrelated group of ladies if they’re rly ugly and nobody wants to date them, they say no, so he goes ‘😬 u sure?’ twice in a row. THE very model of a modern major general sings his song upon entry, only afterwards asking what’s going on, implying that he sings it every time he sees people. the song is about how good he is at being a general but all he brags about are skills that are entirely irrelevant, eg, integral and differential calculus. frederic plans to exterminate the pirates because he’s turned 21 and left his indenture (they are very respectful about this) but realises he’s apprenticed to them until his 21st birthday and he was born on the 29th of february. there’s these policemen who are just absolute cowards and hide the moment the pirates arrive, then the pirates hear the general arriving and also hide - picture a pirate and a policeman standing obviously behind poles and completely failing to see each other. the policemen echo the ends of lyrics even if it makes no sense, eg “pied in crime” “culty smother”. the pirates sing a song about how stealthy they are, which could be interpreted as just how musicals are, but i’d like to think they’re belting the whole thing. the entire plot is resolved by the sergeant bidding the pirates to yield in Queen Victoria’s name, to which they immediately yield and become noblemen again. oh also it’s a full opera

[cvldbones]

Hi!

Do you have any fluffy romantic headcanons for Kingdon?

anon you don't know how badly i needed this ask today thank u

we all have collectively agreed frank is mr. can't keep my hands to myself, but once she gets comfortable, mel is, too. it starts out small: high fives after great saves, fingers brushing when she hands him instruments, that sort of thing. but then she notices the way he tries to stretch out his back and she starts massaging there, just under his scrub top. she fixes his hair during procedures when it gets in his way. she's a big hand-holder, and the high fives go from quick little bursts of energy to her clinging to his fingers to them leaving trauma rooms hand-in-hand like that's the most normal thing in the world.

frank has a list in his notes app of mel's likes and dislikes. sensory things, right? the organization only makes sense to him. it has bullet points like: yogurt, but only with this specific brand of granola, and only vanilla greek yogurt (FRUIT IN YOGURT BAD); herbal essence white grapefruit mosa mint; no sour candy, gummies okay but can't be too chewy, chocolate preferred. he's always pulling his phone in the middle of conversations so he can add to it before he forgets.

mel does not like using pet names but she fucking loves being on the receiving end. frank starts out joking (honey, sweetie, sugar) and then the longer this goes on it becomes (baby, sweetheart, darling) and she blushes like a crazy person every single time. he starts doing it in front of patients that are flirting with her and she pretends to get mad at him but she secretly loves it. being his is fun.

mel is the more emotional one overall but it's frank that cries at movies and tv shows. the first time she watched coco with his kids, she turned to say something to frank and he was full-blown sobbing. the next week, she made the mistake of recommending they watch when harry met sally and he had to get up three times to blow his nose.

he quits smoking for her. she never asked him to, but she would make this little face whenever she kissed him after he'd finished a cigarette. the third time she caught him tossing a piece of nicorette in his mouth and he explained, her smile was so fucking bright he sort of just stared after her for five minutes until santos snapped her fingers in his face.

they're both obsessed with each other's hair. when they're on the couch, mel is always running her hands through it, scratching lightly at his scalp, using his head as like a physical stim. frank likes to undo her braid slowly and carefully, brushing it out with his fingers and stowing the rubber band on his own wrist. he'll absently re-braid it for her during movies or twirl pieces of it around his finger. (don't even get me started on the two of them in bed together.)

i'm sure i have more but this is all Canon To Me

[sickly]

Writing this at 2:17 AM after listening to messy by lola young. I decidedly try not to be personal online, particularly with emotions.

I'm someone who figured out they were autistic later in life but everything clicked when I did figure it out. I've always been quiet, and always had a monotone voice. It never fluctuates even when I'm pretty happy unless it's for pretty heavy hyperfixations. When I'm not masking, that's what it is.

I've always had a difficult time making meaningful connections. Most interactions I've gotten to have are people who want something from me, or want me to forward them in some way. Or at the worst, make fun of me for being neurodivergent. I'm abrasive, defensive for my own livelihood.

That "worst" part, being made fun of? Yeah, that's been a constant. The bullying - it was relentless. It wasn't just the overt stuff either; it was the insidious, quiet kind of exclusion that really digs in. It teaches you that being different is a target. It teaches you to put up walls, to brace for impact. You learn to expect the jab, the sneer, the whisper behind your back. And it definitely amplified that defensiveness I mentioned. It's hard not to be when your whole life has been spent feeling like you're constantly on trial for just existing.

And that's why art has always been really good for me as an outlet. I can let it speak for me. You interpret. It’s where I can scream without making a sound, where I can finally let my voice fluctuate, even if it’s only through color or line. All that frustration, all that isolation, it gets channeled into something. Sometimes it’s raw and angry, sometimes it’s a quiet yearn for something. Art doesn't judge. It just… is. And it accepts me, exactly as I am.

Funny how that experience with bullying also made me want to do the opposite for others. I've poured so much into building large communities online, trying to create spaces where people feel genuinely welcome and safe. Where they don't have to experience that gut-wrenching feeling of being an outsider. I've seen firsthand how powerful a sense of belonging can be, especially for those who, like me, have always felt a bit out of sync with the world.

But here's the kicker, something you learn pretty damn early on: you can't make everyone happy. No matter how much effort you put in, how many safeguards you build, there will always be someone who's dissatisfied, someone who wants to tear things down. It's a tough pill to swallow, but it's a reality check. You do your best, you create the space, and you learn to accept that some things are just out of your control.

And that's another thing, the weight of expectation. Not just from others, but from myself. After pouring so much into creating those communities, into being that safe space for people, you start to feel this immense pressure to *always* be that person. The one who has it together, who can mediate every conflict, who can always offer the *perfect* advice. It's exhausting, honestly.

But here’s the truth: we're all just varying levels of weird. Every single one of us has our quirks, our unique ways of seeing the world, our own personal brand of strange. And that's okay. More than okay, it's what makes us interesting. It's what makes life vibrant. Imagine how dull everything would be if we were all perfectly carbon-copied versions of "normal."

We have to talk to each other. We can't spend our lives hiding behind our perceived differences or letting our anxieties build walls between us. Communication, even when it's messy or uncomfortable, is the only way to bridge those gaps, to challenge those initial judgments, and to actually see each other for who we are beyond the surface. It's how we find our people, build our communities, and ultimately, make sense of our world.

Ultimately, it's a continuous process of learning, adapting, and sometimes, just taking a deep breath and reminding yourself that it's okay to be exactly who you are. The art keeps speaking, the communities keep striving, and the conversations, however imperfect, keep happening. And that, I guess, is pretty good for the 2:17 AM version of me.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

For you 😊 content warning, leona tiddies out but not nsfw. still would not recommend opening in public tho

https://x.com/MOUNTAIN_1125/status/1939657060683264504

https://x.com/twdaaan/status/1944176450224996817

… Would it shock you to know that my friends have already sent both fan arts and other similar ones to me… multiple times… 🤢 AND tHE WAY THEY MADE ME GAG bECAUSE Of THE nUMBER oF hesLTH AnD FOOD sAafETY vIOLaTIONSTHiS CHECKS OFF

Me: This will be a safe wholesome family friendly pg clean rated E for everyone appropriate for all ages diner themed event. Not a single thing can make this into hornyposting.

Leona fan artists: Say no more, fam. We got you 👌

How do they always manage to make the most benign and unglamorous things into Leona thirsting 💀 It’s a talent at this point… Like damn, good for them (absolutely no shade to the artists or the fans who consume this art), but it still manages to shock me every time www

When my friends shared these kinds of fan arts, we got into a whole conversation about what it would be like if Leona was forced into the C&D minimum wage job. Bro doesn’t even know how to use MICROWAVE (according to his Apprentice Chef vignettes) and would shed everywhere, so he’d be put to work in the front and not the kitchen. Then the problem becomes his attitude because wow does he NOT have a customer service voice or a smile.

Cater (as acting manager) pulls Leona aside for a little one-on-one chat about his performance… Leona refuses to change and is just pushing his attitude so that Cater fires him, thereby freeing him of this tedious labor. Joke’s on him though, Cater’s socially savvy and knows what Leona’s up to!! He decides that instead of forcing Leona to change, he’ll have to switch up the diner’s vibes so that Leona fits in.

So what does Cater do??? THAT’S RIGHt, he starts promoting the diner as a “specialized” dining experience where you get served by pretty boys with bad personalities 💀 He even claims that Leona’s rudeness is “part of the package”. Azul supported this decision, saying stuff like “It would be the best way to make use of Leona-san’s… ‘natural charm’ and ‘generous assets’. And think of the tipping potential!!” Lilia thought the idea seemed fun and would give him a chance to show off more of his own wiles!! And Idia was cowering in the kitchen this entire time and telling the others to leave him OUT of this mess, he’s just the fry cook and wants to stay out of trouble. Maybe he also drops some colorful commentary about what kind of anime tropes or characters each of his classmates can play, or he grumbles under his breath about how of course that macho jock’s being objectified to pull in people.

The diner owner returns at the end and is all like, “Wh-What did you guys do to my wholesome and family friendly brand…” (He’s on his knees and weeping.)

[hiraethwrote]

HOT AND BOTHERED

pairing : shoyo hinata x f!reader summary : how wonderful... the hottest day of the year decides to strike in the midst of exam season. and lucky you, coming home to find out your ac is broken. however, your attention is more directed at your roomate stood sweaty and shirtless, trying desperately to fix it cw : friends to lovers trope, roomates au, reader is thirsty, ooc?, teasing, suggestive/lusting, shirtless, mild kys comment ("go die"), profanity, no use of y/n word count : 2.4k

for mel : hiii love ( @deltamel ) lucky was i to have you as my giftee for lale's ( @sodaneko ) summer fic exhange event. and my goooood did i have fun writing this. it's nice to do some fluff every now and then lol. hope this lives up to the expectations, giving us some summer vibes with best boy sho <3 mwah love you

It felt as if walking straight into a wall, the unbearable heat that filled the small apartment hitting you right in the face the second you opened the front door.

Dry and heavy air filled your lungs, feeling the sweat droplets form on your forehead before you heard a frustrated and loud “go die!” travel down the hallway.

You dropped your bag on the floor before slowly making your way further into the apartment, curiously peaking your head around the corner into the living room and was met with quite the scene.

Every single window was wide open in an attempt to let fresh air in, every tool imaginable scattered all over the floor, coffee table had somehow been tipped over and the items usually placed on top, now spread about.

And lastly, your roommate stood on the back of the couch with his bare back facing you, both hands gripping onto the AC. It nearly looked as if he was about to rip the thing off the wall.

“Sho?” You asked in confusion, causing him to quickly take a glance over his shoulder and you spotted how his face was nearly the same color as his hair due to the raging, still heat, growing more and more suffocating by the second. “What’s going on?”

With a groan, he jumped down from the couch and grabbed his t-shirt from the floor to wipe the sweat off his face — and to your surprise, it caused you to draw a sharp breath, trapping it behind sealed lips.

Oh lord.

It wasn’t until that moment you realised you had never really seen him without a shirt on, let alone sweaty and glistening due to the heat, as well as having worked himself exhausted trying to fix the damn thing — and it was definitely a sight to be seen.

Who knew that was what he hid under his vast selection of plain, white t-shirts that he always wore. You guess you should have figured. He was an athlete after all, dedicating his life to volleyball.

It was just the fact that you’d known him all these years as the small guy, always bouncing around with all the energy he had in his body, and a fiery personality to match it.

This evolution into an adult, and a hella attractive one at that, had just flown right over your head.

Or maybe it was because you had always looked at him with a little extra twinkle in your eyes, so it wasn’t something that came as a surprise to you — it just caught you off guard.

Nonetheless, your mouth was running dry as you fought the urge to let your eyes trail his toned torso — suddenly you were thankful for the abominable temperature of the apartment, so you could blame it for causing your face to heat up.

“You okay?” Tossing his shirt aside again, he kept his eyes on you as he passed you on his way to the kitchen to fix himself a glass of water.

You cleared your throat, “yeah,” you said, voice coming out just the tiniest more high pitched than you would have preferred, “just hot in here, ‘s all!”

He slammed the empty glass on the counter after emptying the whole thing in one chug. “Stupid AC’s broken and I’ve spent all day trying to fix the thing!” He whined and threw his head back.

Did you feel a little nasty for taking the opportunity to ogle him? Sure, but you just couldn’t help it when his chest rose and sank slowly as he took deep, exasperated breaths.

“And it’s not like it’s any chillier outside,” he continued to complain, snapping you out of your stare when he threw his arm out to gesture towards the open windows. “So this doesn’t help!”

“Why don’t you just call the janitor?”

His arms fell to his side, turning his full attention to you, looking at you with big eyes. “The janitor?”

You huff a little chuckle, using the back of your hand to dry your forehead — god, it was absolutely unbearable to be here. The fact that you were wearing a tank and shorts didn’t even help.

“Not the sharpest tool in the shed are you, Hinata,” you sighed and walked over to the cabinet above the stove to grab the list of contact information to everyone working in the building — but not before peaking a quick, innocent glance at his abs.

Your finger traveled the page, scanning for the janitor’s number. However, you were unable to read any of the words on the page, too flustered by Shoyo suddenly standing right behind you to look over your shoulder.

He was so close you could feel his breath fan the side of your neck, and if you were to move not even an inch, you would feel his skin make contact with yours. It had the hairs on your neck stand straight up.

Quickly you swallowed the massive lump that had formed in your throat and tried to retort back to your usual self. With a groan, you turned ever so slightly and placed a flat hand on his chest, trying not to pay attention to how hot his skin felt against your palm, as you shoved him away.

“You’re breathing down my neck, freak!” You snared at him, jumping back to the act you were used to of pretending he had no effect on you. “Not to mention it’s too hot in here for you to be that close!”

“Sorry,” he said, not a drop of sincerity in his apology as he rolled his eyes at your little outburst before leaning against the counter behind him.

Growing even hotter, you tilted your head further and raised the catalog slightly, hiding your embarrassment behind the piece of paper. You just knew he wouldn’t be able to piece two and two together, and would end up spewing a string of questions to why you suddenly became so hot and bothered — and you would have to explain yourself.

“Here, janitor,” you cleared your throat as you fished your phone out from your back pocket. “Can’t believe you haven’t passed out in here already,” you joked as you placed the phone to your ear.

He shrugged, defeat covering his face. “Wanted to fix it,” he mumbled grumpily.

“You’re ridiculous sometimes, you know- hi there!” You cut yourself off mid sentence as the janitor suddenly picked up on the other end.

You didn’t hesitate to cut to the chase, explaining the situation and giving him the apartment number. “I’ll just leave the door open, it’s too hot for us to stay here,” you chuckled politely before eventually saying goodbye.

The phone call ended, and somehow Shoyo looked even more defeated now than he did before you ever picked up the phone, arms knitted in front of him with a pout he tried to bite back.

“Shoyo-“ you sighed, grabbing his attention. Your frustration was strangled in your throat when he managed to take your breath away again for a split second once you locked eyes. Quickly you tried to shake out of it, hoping you caught yourself fast enough for him not to notice how he was causing you to act so giddy.

“What?” He complained childishly.

“He wasn’t available just yet, and we’ll die from heat exhaustion if we stay here,” you averted your gaze, wiping some imaginary dust off the counter behind you. “And seeing as you’re in such a mood-“ he huffed disapprovingly, “how about you put a damn shirt on, and I’ll treat us for some ice cream.”

Even through the thick heat you could sense how the atmosphere changed at the mention of ice cream. And when you turned to look at him again, confident you’d be able to meet his gaze this time, he was already gone to do as you had requested.

“You know, sometimes you’re really a genius,” Shoyo gushed before going in for a huge lick of his soft serve.

Though amused, you narrowed your eyebrows at him. “Sometimes?”

“Yeah,” he smiled and turned to you, “like, rarely! But you have your moments. Like going for ice cream!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you exclaimed dramatically, “but as I recall it, you’re the one who basically spent hours in the pits of hell because you forgot there was such a thing as a janitor!”

“Not my brightest moment,” he defended himself. He went in for another lick, not really expecting you to continue the little spat.

“So the way I see it, just today, I’ve had two strikes of genius. What do you bring to the table?”

Again he turned to you, squinting with clear offence — though you saw how he was actively fighting to keep his lips closed and the corners of his mouth from angling upwards.

“If anything, you might actually have lost brain cells while torturing yourself in there. Which is definitely critical, seeing as you don’t have all that many to spare.”

Unlike him, you did not try to hide the genuine joy that traveled through your body. Your smile was as wide as your face, flashing your teeth with pride as you saw how he too did find you funny — he just didn’t want to admit that.

“Damn, aren’t you funny,” he said sarcastically, noticing how he was leaning closer, redirecting his ice cream.

“Thanks, I know,” you giggled, slowly leaning away as you just couldn’t help but continue to deliberately push his buttons.

“Wait a minute-“ he turned his gaze to the tip of your nose.

“Sho-“ you warned.

“You got something right there,” he pointed with his free hand, instantly causing you to grab ahold of his wrist to twist his hand away.

“Stop, I was only joking,” you continued to giggle, still leaning back further and further. It also became very evident you would have no chance in fighting him off — whatever he was planning to do to tease you, he would succeed in doing it.

“Lemme just-“ in the blink of an eye, you felt your face turn cold. It had happened so quickly, there was no chance of you ever stopping him from shoving his soft serve in your face.

“My god,” you groaned, feigning frustration. He could tell, which is why there was not a single drop of remorse as his victory smile grew. “Just means less ice cream for you.” With the back of your hand you wiped your nose.

“You didn’t get it all,” he said, his own laughter slowly fading out.

“Hm? Where?”

“There,” he attempted to gesture towards his own face. Trying to follow his vague directions, you wiped across your lips.

“Now?”

“No,” he laughed. “Right there,” he now pointed just below your bottom lip, and again you tried to wipe it off. Apparently you were unsuccessful, evident by his eye-roll. “I got it.”

“Shoyo!” You burst out and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him — because if you didn’t know any better, your friend was currently leaning forward as if he was going in for a kiss to lick off whatever residue was left.

Maybe you actually didn’t know better.

It was an action that instantly had you turn mute, and now there was no hiding any signs of embarrassment that washed over you.

You kept letting your eyes roam his face, hoping to see anything that resembled the sheer horror you were feeling on his features — but there were none. He had that faint smile still plastered on his lips, and he looked right into your eyes.

And bold as he was, he let his gaze jump to your lips — worse was he let it rest there for a solid three seconds before making eye contact again.

“What are you doing?” You said breathlessly, hand still with a soft grip on his shoulder. It was honestly the only thing that kept you planted in reality.

With an unexpected amount of confidence, he shrugged, smug smirk still on his lips. “Helping you out.”

“Were you going to-“ you stuttered, finger flipping back and forth between your own lips and his.

Suddenly it seemed like the Shoyo you knew returned to his body as his expression twisted into one of terror — like he hadn’t been aware of his own actions until you so abruptly stopped him.

“What? Pfft, no!” He stressed out, a continuous line of embarrassed excuses following.

You couldn’t think of what else to do than just look at him as he continued to try and explain himself. Not a single ounce of the confidence that was present mere moments ago was to be spotted.

Years — you had known the rambling boy sitting beside you for years, and always fought that little voice in the back of your mind that was so soft for him. Softer than one should be for a friend.

You had just fooled yourself to think that these feelings were normal to have for someone you’d known for so long.

They weren’t.

Because any forced restraints were now broken — not even a single thread holding it together as you dipped your own soft serve towards him, immediately shutting him up when the cool treat made contact with his lips.

“What are you-“

“You got a little something there,” you interrupted him with a low voice before closing your eyes and colliding your lips with his.

Without a single thought — and no hesitation — Shoyo kissed you back, soft and passionate at the same time, just like him.

His free hand came up to capture your jaw, deepening the kiss, pouring years of emotions into it.

The scene that now played out, had occupied a reserved corner of your mind. A secluded and hidden away corner, of course, as just the idea of this ever happening was something you had never dared given attention. Should the fantasy float to the surface, you would just ignore it until a distraction caused the moment to pass.

But there was no smothering any fantasies anymore.

You were actually kissing Shoyo.

It was only the feeling of cold liquid running down your fingers that sadly had you cut the kiss short.

“Shit,” you groaned, “shit, shit, shit-“ repeatedly muttering to yourself, desperately trying to clean yourself up before it became too bad.

Shoyo had other plans.

“Screw the ice cream,” he smiled.

He then knocked it out of your hand, but not before dropping his own — and once again his hands found your jaw so he could guide you closer, securing your lips in a deep kiss once more.

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[meridiansdominoes]

I hope you know Dominoes has had me in a chokehold since I found it in 2020 and I’m SO excited for the next chap once it’s ready!

I was looking for other clone-centric fics to read in the meantime and was wondering what your favs are? No pressure (obviously haha), just curious!!

I'm so glad you've enjoyed it so much!!!! Thank you!

Hm... unfortunately since I was pretty preoccupied with getting my master's degree for the past couple years I haven't read a super huge amount of fanfic. Actually, I'm looking for recommendations, so if anyone has any send them my way lol. I feel like I fell behind a little while I was studying. There's only a few I have read very recently. Not all of them are specifically clone wars or clone centric, so sorry, but I'll include them for fun!

The Legend Of Liob by Killbothtwins is the single funniest clone wars fic I have ever read. 10/10, I think about it all the time. I've never laughed harder, and I legitimately laughed, OUT LOUD, while reading it. Super clone centric.

but i am living, still by t78ori had me in a choke hold for a little bit. I recently replayed Jedi: Fallen Order and I'm halfway through Jedi: Survivor so all my emotions about Cal Kestis were running crazy high. This was soooo angsty. Check the tags before reading. But I absolutely loved it. It's intense and emotional and beautiful all at the same time.

The Galaxy Revolves at a Million Miles a Day (Around Me) by Galaxacious was just amazing writing. SO innovative and SO enjoyable. A time-loop focused around a very unexpected character, set during Return of the Jedi. Absolutely incredible and I loved every second.

first choice by smilebackwards is a little more clone-centric, and Obi-Wan centric too. I had a LOT of fun reading it. Based on the idea that the clones get to choose their own Jedi.

The Accidental Sith, the Confused Jedi Masters, the Eager Padawan, and the Rebel Senator by ClawedandCute was an absolutely WILD ride, DEFINITELY watch the tags because there are a few more serious topics addressed, but I've loved some of the things they've done with Anakin. It's basically Anakin leading a slave revolt on tatooine and then being taken to Coruscant in a kind of sketchy way... It's so fun and was very unique to me. This one may not appeal to someone who loves Qui-Gon Jinn, since he is definitely more of an antagonistic character here, but I've always felt kind of neutral towards him and so it didn't bother me.

The Stardust Conspiracy by KyberCrystals94 is Bad Batch centric and absolutely adorable!!! Omega gets a space hamster lol.

The Double Agent Vader series by Fialleril was also really great and kept me entertained for a while! Anything with Vader interacting with Leia is always really fascinating to me ha.

Sorry they're not super super clone centric, but there are a few in there! These are just some of the few star wars fics that I've gotten a chance to read recently that I enjoyed. But I would always love recs myself, so if anyone wants to send me some I'd be thrilled!