#gotta avoid the Uh Oh Zone

[drstanfordpines]

more stanford thoughts

forgets to eat CONSTANTLY. his appetite is all fucked up from not having a stable source of food (plus a secret second reason that i may expand upon later)

this man has definitely done Alien Drugs. Alternate Dimension Drugs. Whatever. Whether intentionally or unintentionally he has definitely had at least a small handful of Weird Drug Experiences.

triangles used to be his favorite shape before the whole bill thing happened. he liked triangles bc they’re “the strongest shape”. now, he understandably is not as much of a fan. (if you ask him what his favorite shape is, he’ll say he doesn’t have one. he still likes the concept of triangles. he just doesn’t like to think about it because well. the whole being tortured by a triangle thing. he also feels embarrassed about it bc what kind of fuckin loser is afraid of a shape? like. he’s not AFRAID of triangles. that would just be ridiculous. but like….. having an image of a malevolent triangular entity seared into your brain as your sole focus in your efforts to defeat it while isolating yourself AND being in survival mode nearly 24/7 for THIRTY YEARS is probably uh. not the healthiest thing in the world. yaknow?

he likes soup but never eats it because it “takes too much time”. he prefers a meal like a sandwich, so he can eat half of it and then leave the rest on a random workbench to be forgotten about.

this bitch audhd for realsies

he did in fact install that metal plate into his own skull and it was in fact a traumatizing experience 👍 whatsherface mcgee prophet lady was also there but she didn’t or couldn’t help him for uhhh reasons i haven’t thought of/decided on yet :)

i want to give him something like a bag of holding like in d&d. i think he deserves it. plus he’s gotta have a place to put all his trinkets!!!

not specifically about ford but i hc that instead of “dungeons dungeons and more dungeons” being abbreviated to d&d&md, it’s abbreviated to 2DMD. i think it rolls of the tongue better. sounds cooler. the works.

[fazedlight]

Emerald

“So, Supergirl,” Clark Kent’s voice said from the television screen, adjusting his glasses as his gaze shifted from the camera to the caped superhero beside him, “What’s your favorite food?”

“Oh, that’s a tough one. Potstickers, chocolate pecan pie-”

Alex crossed her arms and sighed. “This is going to take forever.”

Alex, Kelly, Lena, Nia, and Brainy sat on Kara’s couches, watching as the super was interviewed by her cousin across the country in Metropolis. It was mostly a puff piece, to help Kara ease back into normalcy as a public figure after returning from the phantom zone.

Lena smiled to herself as she watched her best friend on screen. After all this time - their fallout, Kara’s disappearance into the phantom zone, growing closer with the superfriends in her absence - everything finally felt like it was clicking into place. In a strange and wonderful way, these people had become family, and she had Kara back.

Maybe there was a piece still missing. But she’d keep her pining to herself.

“How much longer is this interview?” Nia asked.

“Just a few more minutes,” Kelly responded. “Kara said we’ll start movie night at the normal time, the flight back isn’t long.”

“Least favorite food?” Clark asked.

“Kale.”

“Simple answer,” he joked.

“Simple question.”

Alex sighed again. “We really shouldn’t let her do interviews.”

Kelly smiled, nudging her girlfriend lovingly. “It’s good for people to see her,” she reminded Alex, “And it’s good for Kara to keep herself occupied.”

Alex smiled back. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Favorite color?” Clark asked.

“Green,” Kara responded immediately.

And that’s when everyone’s heads snapped back up to the television.

“Green?” Clark said, eyebrows raising wide above his brow. The public might see a normal reporter doing his job, but those in the know might realize that the other kryptonian was caught off guard by the answer. “Surprising choice, with kryptonite.”

“Uh, I-” Kara stuttered, shuffling back, “Sorry, I think I gotta go, bird stuck in a tree-”

“That’s usually where birds are-”

Lena tilted her head curiously as her best friend launched upwards, off camera and presumably into the sky. That was weird, Lena mulled, turning to find most of the superfriends eyeing her carefully.

With the exception of Alex, whose head was in her hands.

---

Oh, Rao, why did I say that?, Kara thought, as she sped across the sky. Alex is going to tease me for weeks-

The cool breeze blasted in her face as she panicked, and it wasn’t until she was somewhere over Nebraska that she finally calmed down. Not that Alex knew, not that anyone knew. Unless I’m being too obvious…

With a whoosh and a double tap, she landed in her apartment, watching as her friends on the couch turned to see her. “Hey everyone,” she said shakily, trying to move on as quickly as possible, “Ready for Jumanji?”

“We’re ready,” Alex started.

“Actually,” Nia said, tapping away at her phone, “I think we’ve got a problem.”

“With my interview?” Kara deflated.

“Social media is, uh…” Nia said, “Well, I think you’ve upset the kale lobby.”

“The kale lobby?!”

“Possibly farmers in general…” Nia said, leading to Alex once again putting her face in her hands.

“What do we do?” Kara asked.

“You could do a healthy food PSA,” Lena suggested helpfully. “First rule of the publicity playbook. Create something to erase your mistake. I’m sure Andrea would air it instantly.”

“I will stay up all night devising this PSA,” Brainy vowed.

“Thanks,” Kara sighed. “Movie, then?”

---

It was a normal movie night. Mostly.

Kara seemed to avoid Lena’s eyes throughout. Normally they curled up next to each other, but Kara was more distant - physically and emotionally. It made Lena’s stomach flop. What’s going on?

But over the course of the evening - Lena was glad they picked a funny movie - Kara seemed to soften again to her normal melodic laughter. At some point, there was a small touch to Lena’s arm to invite her to curl up against the blonde, which she gladly took.

After the movie, the other couples filtered their way out. Kara nudged Lena to go home too, but Lena offered to help with dishes as she usually did, and they found themselves side-by-side at the sink.

“How long has green been your favorite color?” Lena asked, as she set down a rinsed wine glass. “I’m guessing not on Krypton.”

Kara glanced sideways, not quite meeting Lena’s gaze. “A few years. I didn’t really have one before.”

“A few years,” Lena said, her brow scrunching in confusion, “How on earth did kryptonite not repel that?”

Kara stayed silent for a moment, placing the last cleaned plate in the drying rack, rinsing her hands and turning off the faucet. Lena watched her, curious, wondering why the blonde seemed to be mulling her answer, or if she would ever answer.

She did. “It’s your eyes,” Kara confessed. “They’re beautiful.”

Lena’s heart skipped a beat. “My eyes,” she asked softly.

“In the phantom zone, I kept trying to imagine your face,” Kara murmured, “I didn’t want to forget the color of your eyes.”

“Kara…”

“You’re my home, Lena,” Kara said, biting at her lip as she turned to meet Lena’s gaze. “All I wanted was to come back to you.”

Lena smiled softly, placing a hand on Kara’s, feeling the release of the breath the kryptonian had nervously been holding. Lena tilted up on her toes, placing a small kiss on Kara’s cheek. “Can I stay the night?” she asked shyly.

Kara’s eyes shifted between her own, as a warm smile formed on the kryptonian’s face. “Yeah.”

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Perhaps a slightly different origin story for that superfriends PSA.

[banj0possum]

I need more jock x reader with reader having a big attitude and shows big disinterest in Brandon🥰

Jock x Gn Reader pt. 3

there was also an anon who requested reader topping Brandon so ill add it in as well :3

🏈 You've been tutoring Brandon for a few weeks now. Even after he passed that english test, he insisted you'd tutor him even in other subjects.

🏈 Of course you didn't care because you never wanted to tutor him in the first place.

🏈 No matter how clear your explanations are, he never got it until an hour of guiding him step by step, it was terribly draining to you and the alone time you were supposed to spend instead of teaching a dumb jock like him what 2+2 was.

🏈 Despite you thinking he's all muscle and no brains, Brandon's pretty smart, he gotta keep his grades up for football somehow, but the more time he spent playing dumb, the more time he spent with you, zoning out of your cute face that gets upset when you notice him staring at you googly-eyed, snapping your fingers at him to wake him up.

🏈 He won't say it out loud, but he relished the thought of your annoyed face, it awoken a part of him that he didn't even know existed.

🏈 Brandon would spot you amongst the crowd during break periods and if he tried to tease you or mess with you, you'd give him a sharp glare, sometimes grabbing his wrist or arm to stop him from wrapping an arm around you or playing with your hair.

🏈 It aroused encouraged him honestly.

🏈 His friends would notice him talking and hanging out with you more often and would ask him about you, Brandon confessing his slight big crush on you.

🏈 They'd coach him, telling him sweet poems to write, pickup lines, gifts, gestures to make you notice him, even his friends' girlfriends would tell him things they felt would work with you.

🏈 He had a few tricks he used on girls to get with them, but they never worked with you, so he might as well try.

🏈 He'd try to impress you, lifting weights, working out, all to get your attention. A compliment, a glance, even a scoff over how much he's trying, please notice him!!!

🏈 You rarely did, but whenever you do, you'd go out of your way to push him off his high horse, lunches bought for you were repaid with you teasingly treating him to food, even feeding him which flustered him to no end.

🏈 Cheesy flirts were deflected towards him whenever you gave him little touches and the like. You made him feel so small, so inferior...he loved it.

🏈 You'd walk in the room, and he'd be in a strange pose looking at you come in, his head resting in his hand as he spread himself on your couch.

🏈 "Is it just me or did it just get hotter in here?"

🏈 But you paid no mind, in fact, you leaned over him, your hands supporting you on both sides of him evidently trapping him as his face goes red by you glaring at him. "Uh-uhm...wow, now it's actually getting hot in here..whew!"

🏈 You hated it, but his little moves started growing in you, eventually earning smiles and giggles from you as you hid your face from him, but you always scoffed and shoved him away afterwards.

🏈 But that changed when you heard from one of your friends that he turned down a girl who wanted to sleep with him. He'd never do that! Unless he already has someone in mind...oh no..

🏈 You tried your best to avoid him that day but of course he found you, he was about to spew out another pickup line when you grabbed him by his letterman jacket's collar and slammed him into the lockers, pinning him.

🏈 You asked if all along his flirting and gifts were all a ploy to get you to fuck him through seething teeth.

🏈 His sweat dropped as you pinned him, his face getting redder by the second.

🏈 He gets shy all of a sudden, looking down like a sad puppy, pulling at your heart. You sigh as you let go of him, walking away from him.

🏈 "One chance, my house." You say as you leave him there with his hand on the parts of his neck that got red from you grabbing his collar.

🏈 When he saw you leave, he pumped his fists in the air and ran to tell his friends you asked him out.

🏈 He drove to your house in the best clothes he had without making him seem desperate. He knocked on the door and you let him in. He's been to your house many times but never because of another reason than tutoring, this seemed more intimate to him somehow.

🏈 You sat him down and you two talked, if he really liked you, if he really wanted to be with you, if he really liked you not just for a one-night stand.

🏈 "Y-you really thought that?...Sorry it's just- I'm not good at this...actual relationships I mean..I know it sounds bad but-...yeah it is..but I really like you (Y/N)! You're smart and funny and awesome! and really cute..."

🏈 You never saw him so genuine, something in the way he sat so curtly, avoiding eye-contact with you, you knew he wasn't lying.

🏈 Your glare softened and a smile starts appearing on your face. You scoot nearer to him to ruffle his hair before pulling his head towards you for a kiss.

🏈 He melted into the kiss, putting a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

🏈 You suddenly grab a chuck of his hair, pulling his head back. "If I find out this is all a joke, your ass is grass you hear me?"

🏈 b o n e r

[lunnybunny12]

Blizo x reader ( He needs a hug)

Materlist

Requests open

Thank you to @gayredheadbitch for your help ☺️

Blitz was aware of the blatant echo of purring that had been filling the Kitchen for what felt like an eternity. Shooting you an accusatory glare "Can you stop staring at me please it's getting a bit weird"

You went beet red. How long have you been staring? "Shit I'm sorry"

"Why were you looking at me like that?"

You scoffed defiantly, like hell you were going to appease that shit-eating grin you knew he had prepared. You wouldn't admit you thought your boss was a scolding hot pile of scrumptious... to put it mildly.

"WHAtttt? Pff. what are you on about Blitz?" you fake laughed, stirring your coffee. "No uh... no. I was thinking about something and I must've zoned out"

"Something or someone?"Blits purred leaning closer to you with the shit-eating grin you were trying to avoid. You knew Blitzo, he was like a cat with a plaything, once it piqued his interest. He wasn't going to let it go.

You turned red again making him laugh.

"STOP! Pulling that face! you know I can't lie to that face!"

"Then don't Lie and I won't have to do the face. So come oooonnn who you thinking about?" he nudged. "Might as well tell me I have nothing else to do today"

You smiled and taped his head with a small spoon.

The pair of you were always like this. You would have a lot on your mind and he would always wanna hear about it. Not because he was bored or wanted to pry but because he cared. He always saw you thinking, it was pretty much your favourite pastime but you had the tendency to spiral. The stuff that would come out of your mouth sometimes would blow his mind.

After a few years he started to do some thinking of his own and he thaught of you as more than just a co-worker and he was sacared to death.

"You gotta tell me or your brain will come out your ears"

"OK, ok. If you wanna know, fine... I was thinking about you"

It was his turn to turn red. "Wha- what me?" he stammered, trying to lean on the countertop and falling. He scrambled back to his feet and could've died in embarrassment.

"Why were you thinking about me?"

Carefully you placed your cup on the side and wrapped him in a hug. You felt him recoil in surprise at first.

He was in shock "W-what are you doing?"

"I'm doing what I've been thinking about doing for a long time. Is there a problem, sir?"

With a shaky sigh, he let his arms slide around your waist. After a second you felt him pull you closer and hold you tighter. You heard him purr.

" You. Are. So. Small" He grinned smugly.

"shut up" you chuffed

"Seriously you're a really good hugger, so small and squishy"

"You are too. very cosy"

"Really? I haven't hugged anyone for a while"

"Well,I'm always around if you need a guineapig"

Blitz let out another shaky sigh. He pulled you closer to his chest with tears in his eyes.

He needed this. You knew he did.

"Thank you." he sniffled.

"Oh, Blitz I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry" you cood, holding his face in your hands.

"Oh my God you're so adorable." he chuckled, to himself wiping his eyes. " This isn't very professional, I know."

The two of you were red as seven hells. Holding one another in a way that made your brain stop thinking for once and allowed him to let his guard down.

"Who cares?" you smiled wiping away a stray tier.

"Blitz?"

"Y-yes?"

"Would it ruin this if I kissed you?"

"Absolutely not!"

[fushipurro]

Seven Minutes

☆ Synopsis: you were invited to one of your friend's wedding, but since you don't have a boyfriend anymore, you're alone and spending your time alone at the bar. that is until a man named toji shows up and brings you out of your comfort zone and making you forget why you're there to begin with.

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, jjk au, f!reader, alcohol, exhibitionism, creampie, some fluff, shameless smut, dom/sub, pet names, biting/scratching, foreplay (nipple, vaginal, handjob), some degradation (just teasing, really)

☆ Word Count: 3.4k

this was the dream wedding day for a lucky bride. the sun was shining, the venue was beautiful, plenty of friends and family. the only downside is that you came alone and didn't know anyone except for the bride, so here you are, sipping away a basic cocktail drink in the reception hall.

if you weren't dazed by the swirl of the drink in your glass, you were scanning the room and eyeing the crowd with a hint of jealousy before taking another sip. it's hard to complain though, the music is nice, it's not too noisy right now, and the appetizers thankfully aren't stale. it was all too easy to disassociate and let time pass until your attention was pulled back suddenly from some movement behind you.

"this seat taken?" startled, you turn to see a large raven haired man not waiting for your response as he made himself comfortable looking you up and down.

"oh, uh, no you're good." you looked back at your drink, taking yet another sip. the man next to you continued to stare you down even as you side-eyed him a few times wondering what his deal was.

he then finally spoke up, "you alone or waiting for someone?" with a voice so smooth and deep that it hit you in a way that made your knees tremble despite the fact you were already sitting. he took notice to the way your face flushed and averted from his gaze. truth of the matter is, you originally planned to come with a date, but recently they broke up with you so that wasn't an option anymore. it'd be rude to rescind your invitation after all, so the only thing to do was grin and bear it for your friend.

"uh─ just alone," you cleared your throat before giving the man a light chuckle.

"really? pretty lady like yourself?" leaning in closer, he smirked as though he was trying to see if you'd start squirming in your seat again from his voice. "ain't that a shame."

"are you alone too?"

"maybe," he said leaning back again onto the bar with his elbow, "but then again, we're both sitting here together now, aren't we?" waving to the bartender, he ordered a regular soda. while he was doing that, you managed to get a better look at his incredibly sculpted body without him burning a hole through you with his eyes. you could almost make out a scar over his lip before he shot a glance from the side, sending your eyes back again to your lap.

hoping to avoid being teased again, you quickly started up a new converstation, "so... uh─"

"toji."

"toji. are you family to either of the couple?"

"nah, i just know the groom."

"i see... oh i'm y/n by the way, nice to meet you."

without warning, toji's honeyed voice whispered in your ear, "are you going to look at your drink all night instead of me?"

your reaction alone was so enticing to him. toji definitely knew his voice had an affect on you but he didn't expect the visceral jerk your body made. the way it tickled down your neck shook you and brought quite the ravenous smile to appear on his face. toji laughed it off and continued drinking.

you tried your best to face him, taking another sip as if it'd boost your confidence in the situation. one leg crossed over the other, tightening your dress a bit around you not that you were the one to notice that.

your eyes finally met for more than a second, "mhm, yes, you are a pretty girl, y/n."

"y-you're not so bad yourself..." you nervously mumbled, making the man chuckle.

"relax yourself, doll, i'm only teasin' ya a bit. don't gotta be so tense," toji's voice trailing off as he leaned in once more to your ear, "though that i can help relieve..." he said seductively.

"appetizers! i should go get some─do you want some, toji?" you shot up not waiting for him to answer as you walked off to the buffet.

toji smiled, watching you walk off, all of his attention set on the way you moved, your stride, and the way your dress hugged your body with each motion accentuating your features. "aren't you an interesting little thing?" he purred to himself. typically his words and appearance would've had any other woman on their knees begging for him already, but you were different. you seemed interested enough, but yet you're stuck in your own shell and not acting on your feelings... and this was something toji knew he could fix if he could get his hands on you.

you made your way back with some appetizers, settling back down onto your stool next to toji and passing a plate to him with some meat slices and cheese.

"thank you, sweetheart but that's not what i want right now."

"oh sorry, do you want my plate inste─"

toji closed the distance between your faces with a hand cupped under your chin so you couldn't look away, "i want to feel you."

eyes widening and lips parting, "huh!?"

"come with me," he said as he stood up and started walking towards one of the doors in the hall. for once he didn't relish in the reaction you gave, not even turning around to see if you were following him. not that he had to though, your legs practically moved on their own to catch up to him so obediently.

he quickly shut the door behind the two of you, locking it as his free hand moved around your neck from behind you. his fingers slid some of your hair back.

"that's a good girl... y'er making me work a bit for this, aren't ya?" toji's teeth met the tip of your ear lightly, his warm breath melting your knees away so you could fall back into him.

the hand that was around your neck slowly lowered over your breast, the other gripping around your waist as his thumb ran circles over the bone. toji began to situate your body over his leg so his knee could rub against your clothed lips.

the needed friction was becoming unbearable. dizzying you as your hips moved on their own against his thigh while softly moaning.

"shit─listen to you, sweetheart." his hand moved over a looser part of your dress and slipped inside around your breast once more, pinching away your perked up bulb. toji's lips now met with your neck, the jerking motions returning from this ticklish spot on you, your head curling back into the crook of his.

"fuck, s'toji, mhhmm. . ."

"ya gonna cum already on my knee, y/n?" he jerked his knee upwards, taking control a bit to help.

"aah, toji~!"

you couldn't resist letting your hands find the closest part of him to dig your nails into, desperately trying to hide the sounds escaping your throat so you wouldn't be caught fucking the stranger at your friend's wedding. toji grunted against your ear, grabbing your face so he could kiss you through your orgasm. his green eyes refusing to close so he could watch your own roll back into your head.

toji lifted your dress up more and ran his thick fingers over your panties. "fuck, y/n, look at how soaked you are, you dirty girl." he smiled as he pulled the fabric aside and slid one of his digits in you up to his knuckle, gliding against your pearl with his rough calluses. your back arching as your grip on him only tightened further. "how long have you been soaked like this, i wonder?" his mouth right up against your ear once more as he spoke. in such a short time, this man had your weaknesses figured out and he was going to use every single one of them.

"since aah─ i first heard you, fuck," he began adding a couple more digits as you answered.

"good girl, keep using y'er words and i'll reward ya." his fingers slowly rising and falling inside you, scissoring your velvet walls while his other hand continued over your nipple. "god you're fuckin' tight, is this your first time?"

"no─ mmhm fuck, toji~."

"yes, princess?"

you continued to moan, squirming against his fingers until he suddenly stopped moving them. you tried to rub your hips instead to continue the euphoric feeling but his free hand moved off your chest under your chin once more to make you meet his eyes.

his voice was slightly stern, "what did i tell you before?"

"fuck, toji, s'please!"

"please what?" he teased once more, refusing to let you reach your climax until you complied with his request.

"please let me cum!" you desperately squealed. your eyes were so pretty and high off his body, cheeks as red as your swelling parts.

toji quickly resumed fingerfucking you, pushing into you as much as he could as your silverly essence coated his hand with each pump. he pulled you against his groin, sucking on your neck as you finally felt the relief come over you, crying out his name amidst a stream of curses and spilling drool.

"that's my girl, y/n. i told you all ya had to do was use y'er words, didn't i? now i think you're ready for─" he started to unbuckle his belt, but was interrupted by the sound of a staff member over a speaker calling for the wedding party to head over for the ceremony. "shit, of all the times..."

you were panting for air even as he freed his grip from you, trying to fix your dress and hair so nobody would know what the two of you were doing in secrecy.

"leaving before we get to the best part?" his arm blocked the door so you couldn't open it.

"toji, you heard the staff, we have to be there for the cerem─"

"so? not like we're related to the couple. they won't notice we're missing." he pulled you against his aching body again, looking down at you with a crooked grin.

"the bride is my friend though, she invited me personally..." you weren't against what he wanted to do next, but it'd at least give you a moment to rest without risking the two of you getting caught.

he began backing away to fix his pants, a small wet spot adorning the tip of his bulge and where you grinded against his knee. thankfully they were dark and not the easiest to notice, but the fresh marks on your neck were a different story.

"have it your way for now, princess, since you asked and all. but we will finish this later." his voice was demanding, but not forceful and still with the honeyed love from earlier. he just simply knew what you wanted and that he could give it to you.

what have i gotten myself into...

you arrived at the ceremony behind the rest of the party, taking your seat in one of the front few rows. from your position, you couldn't really see toji, but he could definitely see you. you tried glancing back to find him in the groom's section, and there he was a few rows back, eyes locked on you as you shot your glance forward once more with a quick shuffle in your seat. you could still feel the hot wet sensation between your legs each time you moved, tightening them together and constantly making sure your neck marks were hidden under your hair.

as much as you tried to pay attention, you couldn't ignore the feeling that toji was basically fucking you with his eyes. it wasn't a bad feeling, no, he made you feel so good and you wanted more. these were feelings that your ex never gave you which really began to take away the stress from that ordeal. your mind ran through images of toji, the feeling of his body and fingers inside you. never have you craved someone with your entire being after such a short time of knowing them.

after the ceremony had finished, the party was escorted to the dining hall to take their assigned seats. as if aphrodite herself was coordinating the event in your favor, your seat ended up being directly next to toji's. he was already sitting when you got there, almost hoping maybe you'd run up to him like a lost puppy.

"still can't bring yourself to look at me straight, y/n?" he smirked, "don't think i didn't see the way you squirmed in your seat the whole time."

toji moved his hand delicately over your thigh under the table before pinching it with his whole grip.

"fuck," you softly moaned, "toji, there's people around..."

"don't care," he grunted, lifting your dress up once more and working his way in, "they're too busy to care right now."

it took everything not to moan though everyone's toasts for the bride and groom. toji was relentlessly trying to make you reach your high to see if you'd squeal for him. it was impossible to eat the meal before you, and he knew that.

he got off acting normal the entire time, talking with others at the table, taking bites of food, and worst of all trying to ignore some of your neediness. toji wasn't going to let you cum unless you asked him, but in front of this crowd, that wasn't a risk you wanted to take.

in an act of revenge, you took your hand and began sliding it over to his bulge, to which he finally casted a side eye at you mid sentence with another guest. carefully unzipping his pants and moving your hand in.

fuck, this is huge!

it was thick and veiny, and even he was having a bit of time controlling the aching sensation from glossing him over. taking some of his glossy pre-cum and coating it over your finger, tracing around the tip and down each vein.

toji then decided to jerk his finger deeper inside you with some force, causing you to jump and finally make a sound, guests around your table looking at you with concern.

feigning innocence, you quickly replied "s-sorry haha, knee hit the table."

toji turned to you finally, placing his free hand over where you had yours on his cock secretly, "you should be more careful next time," he lightly scolded with another quick movement of his digit while smiling.

he enjoyed this sudden interest you took, this act of bravery and craving for his body. however this was his time to play with your body. continuing your actions would've ended up giving the party quite the show with no holding back of his urges to fuck you right then and there.

after the dinner and toasts ended, the DJ announced the first dance of the couple and the subsequent special couple dances. when the dance floor finally opened up to the public, many of the crowd made their way in to enjoy themselves.

"you should go dance too, sweetheart."

normally you'd be against dancing with your nerves and all, but you were a bit drunk off cocktails and toji's fingers so a bit of dancing wasn't the end of the world just to get you moving.

"you coming, toji?"

"nah i'll watch you."

toji remained in his seat, his lap almost inviting you back while he stared only at you, song after song. after a bit of time, a slow dance started to play, singles began exiting as did you until toji finally got up, grabbed your hand, and pulled you back onto the dance floor into his embrace.

"you've been teasing me long enough, sweetheart. i think i'm allowed some more hands on time with your body, don't ya think?"

despite his words, he held onto you like such a gentlemen, twirling you around like his doll, demanding the attention of the crowd to your electrifying chemistry. toji kept your body close to him, tightly gripping your waist so there couldn't be any bit of room between you two.

lifting your arm up a bit, he leaned his lips down to your ear, "when this is over, we're finishing what we started, y/n."

you blushed and buried your face in his chest, letting him marionette your body with skillful moves and a smile to pair. just as he said too, when the dance came to an end, his hand stayed around yours so he could walk you out of the venue. leading you to his car, he opened the door for you so you could settle down on the leather seats inside.

as hungry as toji was for you, he wanted to get you back to his home as soon as possible so he could have all the time he wanted with you. this allowed you time to sober up a bit on the quiet yet agonizing ride home.

inside his apartment, he wasted no time getting his hands back on you, lifting you up with his hands on your ass, his tongue melting inside your mouth. not waiting until he could get you to his bed, toji resorted to plopping you down on his couch.

toji pulled your dress up once more and started removing his pants to reveal the hidden monster you were expecting all evening from how close he kept it to you.

"i'm sure y'er still plenty soaked and ready from earlier, aren't ya?" he slapped his tip against your sensitive pearl causing you to moan.

he leaned down for a moment and snickered, "fuck, baby─you better keep making those pretty sounds now that nobody is around to hide from."

taking his hands, toji lifted your hips up to align with his as he started pushing into you, grunting "shit, you are tight, fuck, your last guy have a pencil dick or somethin'?"

"mmhm," you moaned while nodding, his pace quickening while his palms gripped tighter around you.

"not as good as my cock i bet. right, sweetheart? the cock you've been craving all night with your little stunt at dinner?"

"yes baby, fuck, i want you so badly."

"you dirty needy girl, but oh how pretty ya look takin' every inch of my cock, y/n."

toji's tip continued to kiss your womb with every pump, heavy balls smacking against your ass with a loud clap. your fingers once again clawing away at the fabric of the couch until you found one of his pillows to dig into to. drool spilling from your mouth as you moaned, "toji~" over and over.

he pushed your legs up into a mating press position so he could lean down into your face again to kiss you, arms at either side gripping your wrists up above your head. the hardened bulbs on your chest bouncing up and down against his chest as he fucked you senseless.

toji pulled back from your mouth, his speed slowing, "well, sweetheart?"

"shit, fuck─toji don't stop, s'please let me cum─aaah~!"

immediately before you even finished asking, toji rutted against your gspot with his girthy cock, the quivering hot sensation it was making caused your back to arch and your chest closer to his, squealing with pleasure. with your ex, you always made sure he wore his rubber, but that thought was too far gone with toji to care. his warmth coating your walls in white. the stimulation becoming so intense where all you could do was move your head back and to the side, taking a chunk of his sculpted arm into your mouth to bite on since you couldn't scratch to relieve it.

toji moaned with you, especially after being bit, right up against your ear so his honeyed voice could tickle and send you deeper off the edge, "y'er such a good girl, you know that right, y/n?" he said as he began pumping his cock again while you were coming down off the high. he had not a care in the world for how much the couch was being ruined by the spilling juices overflowing out of you.

"all ya needed was a good fuckin' from me to get you out of your comfort zone... i'll help you out some more, sweetheart."

"mmph please baby, i'm yours!"

"all mine? that's a good girl," his hand started caressing your cheeks with a loving look conveying in his eyes, "i'll give ya whatever you need so just ask okay, princess?"

"yes, god─toji, please keep fucking me!"

"with pleasure, y/n."

��� Notes: hope nya'll enjoyed this!! i couldn't stop thinking about toji the entire time i was at wedding a few days ago so that really inspired this piece. i didn't quite expect to make it really into shameless smut, but i really like idea of toji guiding their love and being in charge while the reader can be quite shy and nervous (since that's how i am) so it was a little self indulgent but hey isn't that the point of writing fics?

[sunrise-imagines]

I know this is a sad one, but could you write about the reader and Finn in their twenties, and they've been in a relationship for a long time. And as Jake is getting older, He knows that he's not gonna be there for finn. jake also knows that his death would be pretty hard on finn, so he pulls the reader aside on one of their adventures and asked her to always watch over fin when he is gone.

Asyrshhfv this is so sad but I love it! I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone with formatting so this will be written like a more traditional imagine instead of my usual bulleted style. Hope you like it!

TW: Mention of death, angst and comfort

Finn Mertens x Reader Jake’s Request

The three of you were walking through a dense forest. Princess Bubblegum had tasked you with hunting down a large beast that had been terrorizing villages around the area, and with Jake sense of smell you were able to follow it’s path through the woods.

Though in the past Jake would become big and simply carry you guys above the brush, using his powers started to take more of a toll on his body as he got older, so now he started limiting large amounts of stretching to combat only.

Finn sighs, “We’ve been walking for a while now. I think we should set up camp for the night and rest up.”

Jake tries to protest, “Nah man I’m good! We gotta follow the trail while it’s still ho-“ He’s cut off by a fit of coughs, concerning you and Finn, who goes over to put a hand on his brother’s back.

Once the coughing subsides, Jakes sighs and admits, “Yeah, you’re right. I could use a break.” He smiles at Finn, trying to reassure him, although Finn is clearly still worried.

You and Finn set up a campfire and a couple logs to sit on while Jake takes a minute to breathe.

“Hey Finn, why don’t you go get some more fire wood while Y/N and I start on dinner?” Jake suggests out of the blue. Finn gives him another worried look, about to protest, but Jake motions for him to go and he relents, leaving the two of you alone by the fire.

Rummaging through Finn’s pack, he hands you a small knife and some veggies in a bag, “Cut these up for me, will ya?” You nod and get to work, sitting in silence for a few minutes.

Jake awkwardly clears his throat, trying to lighten the mood a little, “So uh, how’s living together been for ya?” He asks while he pours some canned soup into the pot.

You look up from your task of peeling potatoes, “O-Oh, it’s been good! To be honest I was a little nervous at first, but now that we’ve decorated and stuff the house really feels like our own, you know?”

Jake laughs, “Yeah I get it. I felt the same way movin’ in with Lady. I really missed the treehouse for a while but after that it was like I couldn’t imagine livin’ anywhere else.” He reaches into Finn’s bag and adds some spices he brought to the mix, stirring it around with a wooden spoon.

“I’m also glad I don’t have to hear you guys gettin’ it on anymore.” You feel the wind get knocked out of you at his words, gasping for air as Jake laughs at your expense. Warmth spreads across your cheeks as you avoid his gaze.

“You’re really good for him, you know? Like, I’ve seen him date tons of different people, but you’re the only one that he’s ever been like, REALLY happy with. Usually Finn keeps a little distance from people, even from me sometimes, but it seems like he trusts you.” Jakes muses as he brings out a few bowls, pouring some soup in before handing one to you. You thank him and blow on the hot liquid, bringing a spoonful to your lips and savoring the hearty flavor.

As you look up you notice the solemn expression on Jake’s face, stirring his bowl of soup absentmindedly. “What’s wrong?” You ask.

He sighs before he starts to explain, “So���remember when I went to see Doctor Princess a few weeks ago? And I said I was just going cause my stomach hurt?”

You nod, putting down your bowl to listen more intently.

Jake scratches the back of his head as he continues, “Well, it turns out it was a little more serious than that. Like a lot more serious than that. I’m still doing okay for now, but from what she told me, I don’t think I’m gonna get better this time.”

Your eyes widen as you take in what Jake just said to you. Since you were a kid, he had always been a constant in your life, looking out for you and Finn no matter what. You couldn’t imagine life without him, but now you were faced with the very real situation that he wouldn’t be around anymore. “Jake, I…oh my Glob.” You struggle for words as you try to rationalize your scrambled thoughts.

Jake stretches his hand and puts it on your shoulder, “Listen, I know it’s a lot, and I don’t mean to make you sad, but…I wanted to ask you a favor.”

You nod and take his paw, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, “Anything.”

Jake continues, “When I’m gone…promise to look after Finn for me, okay? I love him, but…he can be real stubborn n’ stupid. Whatever happens, make sure he doesn’t end up beating himself up.” His voice wavers a bit towards the end, and it’s clear just how much he cares for his brother.

You smile at him sadly, simply replying with, “Of course.”

Jake smiles back, “Thanks kiddo. There isn’t anyone I’d rather ask.” He balls up his fist, and you bump it with your own. In a sudden motion, you jump up from your seat, running over and hugging him tightly.

Jake flinches in surprise, but after a second closes his eyes and hugs you back. In this moment, he feels peace in knowing that you and Finn have each other, and that even when he’s gone, you both will be okay.

-

AN: WE’RE SO BACK Y’ALL. I started this fic a while ago and finally got the inspiration to finish it. I hope you enjoy!

[easypeasylindyvesey]

APRIL 2027- PART 21

The elevator doors open and we make our way out and into the lobby, looking for the doors. We’re met with the chilly morning air. I should be lucky that I decided to wear something somewhat warm. We find our Uber parallel parked right in front of the hotel. The driver lifts the trunk for us to store our suitcases. I shut it and both of us make our way into the backseat.

I take a few seconds to observe our driver. He’s a man, of course, with brunette hair and scruffy facial hair. He’s wearing a baseball cap and is evidently enjoying the music playing on the radio. He looks at the rear-view mirror and smiles. “Morning,” he says. “I’m Ryan. Where to?”

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

“Minneapolis-Saint Paul International Airport, please,” Jimmy requests, as he buckles his seatbelt into place.

“You got it,” the driver says. “If there’s any pit stops I gotta make, just let me know.” He looks over the seat. “You okay, miss?”

I’m zoning out on the seat in front of me. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” I say, reaching my seatbelt over my body. 

“Alrighty, then,” Ryan replies. “Buckle up and we’ll be on our way.”

Once I click it, he reverses out of his parking spot, and down through the parking lot, before finding the exit. We merge onto the highway, the hotel occurrences becoming more of an unsettling memory.

I stare out of my window, watching the early morning sky show off to the world. The sun is still low in the sky, but I can focus on the light blue intermingling with the high thin clouds. It’s a pretty sight, I’ll admit. I have never been a morning person by any means, but I guess it’s not so bad when you have a nice view.

I side-eye my way toward Jimmy. He’s on his phone, doing I-don’t-know what because I can’t get a good look. He’s probably texting Lavi about how I’ve been quiet for a little bit, and oh, should I be worried? Should I try to talk to her? God, why does he feel the need to feel like he has to fix everything?

I lean my head back on the seat and shut my eyes, listening to the tires drive on the road and the sound of the music coming through the back speakers. It makes me relax. I feel as if I’m being transported into another universe, where it’s calmer and nothing has changed and the people that I love love me back. Well, at least I can confirm two of those things were true. 

I hold onto my purse for dear life, feeling the bulges and bumps. I can feel the outline of my wallet, my phone, hand sanitizer, pen.

Pen.

The pen I wrote my speech with.

The speech I forgot for the funeral.

The same speech I forgot in the nightstand drawer.

The same speech I forgot to put in my suitcase.

This can’t be some sort of sign, can it? Leaving everything here and letting it go once we get back? I don’t know if I can fathom that. It’s not like I would take that well. I guess it was a blessing in disguise.

I take my hands and separate my fingers from each other, stretching them out, as a way to silently express my frustration. I don’t want to talk right now. Hell, I don’t think I should ever talk again. It’s not the end of the world, Abby. We’ve already reached that.

My eyes slowly squint open when I see the sun has started to rise, absolutely blinding me through the cracks of the front passenger seat. Guess I won’t be able to fall back into my previous state now.

We’re still on the highway, it looks like, as I concentrate on the Uber driver. I silently thank him for not being a huge talker. I’ve never been a fan of people who constantly suck the daylights out of you by continuously running their mouth. I get if they’re talking about something they’re passionate about; that’s one thing. On the other hand, if it’s constant bitching and moaning about the same old thing, I’m immediately over it. Of course, no one wants to be brave and tell them to be quiet because we want to avoid hurting their feelings, but a good reality check isn’t always the worst idea. Just like what Jim got.

I can feel him looking at me. I focus on the rising of the sun. It hurts my eyes, but it’s a better distraction than having to look into his. The silence is somewhat comfortable, but it’s giving the idea of the person that opens their mouth will regret it. And it’s sure as hell not going to be me.

“I forgot to ask this, but what brought you folks to Minnesota?” Ryan pipes up from the driver’s seat. “It’s a beautiful state to be in this time of year.”

“We, uh, we attended a funeral,” Jimmy says, his voice doing a good job at conveying the dissatisfaction with having to say that sentence out loud.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ryan replies. “DId you know the person well?”

“We did,” Jimmy responds back. “He was, uh, he was a very important person in our lives.”

Very important? He was everything.

“At least you got to offer your condolences. I’m sure he was happy both of you showed up.”

I mean, I’d be happier if he was riding along in the car with us right now, but okay.

“Yeah, we, uh, we could definitely feel that he was in the room with us,” Jimmy admits. “His family lives here, so that’s why they decided to hold the services in a different state.”

“Where you folks from?”

“I’m uh, I’m from Boston, and she’s from Long Island. We both live in Manhattan right now. We’re taking a flight back to the city.”

“Hey, both of you share those East Coast roots!” Ryan realizes. “I gotta tell you, some East Coasters are so, so nice, and some of them can be incredibly nasty. I’ve driven a lot of people from there, and you could just tell by their demeanor if they were up for a conversation or didn’t want to be bothered. Y’all are quiet, but definitely on the nice list. Now, I understand the quiet given the circumstances. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” Jimmy replies.

The car falls quiet again. There’s no perfect way to deter the topic of conversation after mentioning death. I’m not pouring out my heart and soul to some stranger who just happens to share his name.

We seem to be halfway through our drive already. I’m becoming more eager to get on this plane. I just need to go home. Should I even consider the apartment home yet? It still feels a little unfamiliar to me. I’ve adjusted to my room and the living space, but the only vast difference is that there’s someone in the next room. My privacy has been limited in so many ways. So far, he’s not doing a good job at maintaining it. Of course, it’s too early to confront him, both literally and logically, but he better take the hint soon. Or maybe he already has and I just don’t know it.

I close my eyes again and listen to the music buzzing in the background. The chilly morning air starts to infiltrate its way through the car, making me shiver.

“You cold?” Jimmy asks.

I stare straight at the passenger seat in front of me. “No.”

“Do you want my jacket?”

“I literally just said I’m fine,” I hiss.

“Alright, then,” he remarks. “Suit yourself.”

I roll my eyes, biting my lip to prevent myself from saying something I might regret. There’s already a good amount of stuff that I wish I never did with him right there.

After what feels like an infinite amount of time, we finally merge off the highway and take the exit to the airport. I’m so close to unbuckling my seatbelt and opening the door while the car’s still moving. Hell, if an Uber can’t get there quick enough, I think walking would serve as a more advantageous alternative. Sure, the car would chase after me, but at least he wasn’t going to follow me around like he always does. Even being trapped in the backseat with him makes me feel confined and unable to get my own space. I thought he, out of all people, would understand that. We didn’t have to take the flight to Minnesota together. We didn’t have to share a hotel room. We didn’t have to share an Uber. I didn’t even need to call him.

But I did. I guess this is what I get in return.

Of course, life can never continuously be kind to us, because the road leading up to the airport entrance is at a complete deadlock. I check my phone. It’s 7:20. The flight’s not until 8:30, but they tend to start boarding around half an hour beforehand. God knows how long when, or if, we’ll move at all.

I can see the faintest image of the runway peaking out from behind the airport. There’s a plane sitting there, perhaps getting ready to take off. It’s in that moment when I realize that I am probably never going to come back here with intent ever again. I guess you could count me visiting his family if I so wish, but what’s the point of doing that when he’s not even there?

I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach for a $20, reaching forward and dropping it in the front cup holder. “Thank you,” I elicit, and open my door, shutting it before I even get to hear a response. The trunk pops open and I reach for my suitcases, motioning over to the sidewalk and beginning my journey inside.

There’s the sound of another car door shutting. “Abb!” a familiar voice yells. “Where are you going?”

“Can’t fucking sit in there forever!” I yell back. “If we miss the flight, then, oh, well. We saw that coming.”

“The traffic will move! You gotta be patient!”

“I don’t have any more patience left in me! Either sit there or get your ass up and walk! I really don’t care!”

I respond to him without even looking back. I’m surprised he could hear me all the way from back there. Heck, I’m surprised I could even hear him. It was more of a shout than a yell. I do know there will be a time in the future where he will yell and it will sure scare the hell out of me.

There’s another sound of the trunk shutting. Of course. I mean, what were the odds, right?

I cherish this time without him by my side to finally breathe. I can walk into that airport and feel as if I’ve been traveling alone, like I’m embarking on a solo expedition around the country. I can walk in there and for a few moments, no one will recognize me or know my name. Maybe I should hide in the bathroom so that he doesn’t come and find me. However, he’ll probably be able to pick up on the fact that I’m purposefully avoiding him. One thing’s for certain: I want him to be done asking me questions. I don’t have the answers.

It looks to be a blessing in disguise when I walk through those double doors because there’s not as many people as I would’ve thought. I guess I got lucky in terms of flight time. Yeah, you can thank me for scheduling it in the early part of the day. I didn’t want to stay here any longer than I needed to. Of course, Jimmy would think that’s ‘rushing.’ I call it ‘logical reasoning.’

I approach the TSA line and scan my ticket while letting my suitcases run through security before they make their way to the baggage claim. I receive a card with my gate number and walk over to baggage claim, watching the suitcases spin round and round on the conveyor belt. I look around and see all of these strangers making their way through. Isn’t it weird to think that everyone you see at an airport is here for a different reason? Some people might be going on vacation, others are studying abroad. Heck, there’s a 1% chance someone had to watch their loved ones be laid to rest. Oh wait, that’s me.

Still waiting, feeling a little bit annoyed, because really, how long does it take for bags to go through baggage claim? When we travel to away games, we take a private flight immediately to the nearest airport and go straight to the hotel. We don’t get our bags checked. Of course, that would take too much time, and we’d be stuck there longer than we need to be. This is one of the times where I don’t get that luxury. But hey, curiosity killed the cat, right?

I hear the faintest footsteps approach from behind me. I already know it’s him, I don’t even need to look. I keep my eyes on the baggage claim. I’m starting to think it destroyed my suitcases because where the hell are they?

“Just wanted to say you took my things out of the trunk,” Jimmy pipes up. It’s quiet, but he gets his point across.

Oh. That’s why.

He steps out into my peripheral vision and grabs two navy blue suitcases with the manufacturing logo ingrained at the top. “Your stuff’s just about to make its way around.”

I give him a quick nod. “Sorry.” Even I feel brave for mentioning that five letter word I don’t even seem to believe.

“No worries,” he replies. “It was an accident.”

Was it, though?

“You wanna get breakfast real quick before we board?” he asks.

I ponder the idea of having to spend another meal with him. I ponder another idea of starving for the next 2 and a half hours in the air, where I’d have to resort to crappy airline food. Then again, airport food isn’t even much better.

“Yeah,” I mutter, finally seeing my belongings make their way to the front and reaching out to grab them. I lift the handles and roll the suitcases down the airport floor, looking like a lost puppy trying to find its way home. I look further down and notice a Starbucks located in its own little area. Bingo.

Surprisingly, there’s not a long wait. I order a spinach, feta, and egg white wrap with a grande cold brew with cream, and Jimmy’s sticking to his Boston roots with a plain bagel and grande black coffee. With nothing else. No cream, no sugar, no espresso shot, no cold foam. Damn, he really is bland with his food and drink choices as he is with his nonstop presence.

We find a table to sit at and quickly munch on our overpriced breakfast. Not much conversation ensues, but that’s not necessarily an uncommon factor. I can tell that if he attempts to start something with me, he’ll be met with an attitude, or straight-up ignored. You’d think he’d know better. 

“Oh, uh, just to let you know, we’re taking a commercial flight back to the city, so we’re gonna be with other passengers,” he pipes up after sipping his coffee. “Also, there’s not enough space for the entire team to take just one flight, so there’s gonna be two. Both are scheduled for 8:30. So if you don’t see everyone right away, then that’s why.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You comin with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I come with you?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

I don’t answer.

“Abb?”

I don’t answer again.

“Do you actually want me to take the other flight? If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me. You gotta tell me, though.”

My brain wants to say yes, but my heart’s telling me no.

“You can stay with me,” I let out. “It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Jim, I’m sure.”

“I mean, if you really-”

“Just don’t piss me off and we’ll be fine.”

“Haven’t I done that already?” 

I look up at him. His lips are moist from his coffee. His eyes tell me that he was sincere when he asked that. Crap. He actually meant that.

I guess I don’t need to answer for the third time. Maybe he’s not as oblivious as I make him out to be.

We finish our breakfast and make our way to our gate. We wait in line until we make our way outside and onto the plane. I find my seat and store my purse in the overhead compartment. I expect Jimmy to move in right next to me, but instead, he shuffles into the row behind him, occupying the middle seat. Is that the seat he was assigned on the plane? Did he purchase that one on his own? I thought it was paid as a group flight.

And then I remember that it was.

And then I remember again that there are no assigned seating arrangements on a group flight.

I would totally thank him right now, but my space is taken up by Goody and Braden, who take the seats on my left. We exchange our facial gestures before we sit down. I see Vinny and Jacob surround Jimmy. A little more room to breathe is nice. Of course, it can’t last forever.

I turn my body to face them. “How are you?” I start the conversation.

“Good,” Braden says. “Tired, but good.”

“What did you think of everything?”

Braden opens his mouth again. “I thought it was nice. They really did a great job organizing everything. I mean, yeah, it’s obviously very sad, but it was a good way to honor him.”

“You got that right,” I agree.

“Yeah, you had a great speech, Abb,” Goody chimes in. “It really came from the heart. We all knew that when it came to you, we wouldn’t have thought to find it anywhere else. Truly, it was one that you could tell everyone had to listen to. They’d see it as one of the most important ones.”

I smile. “I mean, I don’t know if it was the most important one, but I’ll take it. Thanks.”

“Of course. How are you holding up?”

I shrug. “Well, I’m still here. That should count for something.”

“Are you okay? You know, after what happened last night?”

Oh my fucking God. 

I play dumb. “What, uh, what happened last night?”

“Oh, sorry, I, uh, I meant to say earlier this morning. Jimmy told us you woke up panicking, like screaming for help and stuff. I wasn’t sure if he told you that he told us. I wanted to wait until I saw you to ask if you were okay in case you didn’t know.”

I didn’t.

I’m gonna fucking kill him.

“I’m fine,” I say with my voice lowered so that he doesn’t hear me. “Just a one time thing. That’s all.”

“I know you see Jim on a regular basis, but if you ever want to talk to us about anything if you don’t feel like opening up to him, you know we’re always here.” Goody gives me a sympathetic look. I can see it in his eyes.

“I know,” I remind him. “Thank you.”

“He’s not busting your balls, is he?”

“More like imploding them, but same equivalent.”

“Is that sarcasm?”

“You seriously didn’t pick up on that?”

Goody laughs. “No, I did not. You still got that sense of humor.”

I playfully roll my eyes. “I learned it from the best.”

Oh, what a good thing he didn’t pick up on it. Because it’s a lie.

The sound of an intercom makes its way across the plane. It makes announcements about safety procedures and basic rules before the voice tells everyone we’re about to take off. I stare down at my shoes, dangling my feet on the floor of the plane. My heart rate is a little elevated, but steady. When I first joined the team, I had so much anxiety about away games because we’d have to board a plane and be stuck on there for God knows how many hours. I was only on a plane twice in my life as a kid, so I was incredibly nervous about the long flights. Luckily, it got easier with time. It was also easy when your boyfriend would distract you with cards and conversation. I will say that one of my favorite parts about pregame flights is playing UNO with some of the guys. Not to brag, but most times, I reign victorious, even if we’ve played for 7 rounds. Everyone thinks I’m cheating, and I swear that I’m not, but they seem to think that I have a trick up my sleeve. I do have a trick: it’s called luck. As for postgame flights, everyone is completely exhausted, so the majority of the team sleeps or quietly plays cards. I’d use Ryan’s shoulder as a pillow, which I felt bad about because he wouldn’t have been able to move, but I wonder what I’m gonna do now once preseason rolls around. Maybe I’ll have to buy my own.

As the plane ascends into the air and off the ground, leaving Minnesota, I clench my hands on the armrests. Of course, I’m extremely sad, but I have to remind myself that he can rest now. He is free from any harm, any danger, any uncertainty about the future. According to my “dream,” he wasn’t free from it at all. It’s just my mind distracting me from the actual reality that is even more extreme and consequential than I thought it would’ve ever been. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’ll see you later. I love you.

[iravaid]

Art tips I beg of you share your wisdom

Oh god oh fuck I'll try, a lot of my art process is vibes only, i kind of just zone out and Draw and a picture appears

I have to stress that practice is the most important part of art, even if said art looks shit and you feel like the world is ending because you're not doing well/making tangible process/it's not turning out how you want. Gotta push through that by accepting that hey, sometimes your art turns out looking Janky, so what? You still took the time and effort to make art, and you're more of an artist than you were before starting the piece. You can sit back and figure out how to constructively criticise yourself without destroying your own self confidence for the sake of a viewer who isn't there. Practice being neutral about noting the parts you dislike - 'this anatomy is awful and I'm shit at it, why do i bother' isn't going to help as much as sitting back, going 'damn that looks weird, lol' and then looking up reference photos similar to what you'd been hoping to draw and figuring out where things went wrong.

When starting with a drawing, person or animal, I find myself focusing on the silhouette initially. Sometimes i might play around with a solid colour, or focus on the outline with a thin-ish pen. It helps to be aware of certain curves on a form and how it relates to other features of the body proportionally. Look at the empty spaces on the piece and look back to those in the reference, or your own intuition, flip the canvas etc, and see if it looks 'right'. Get funky with it when in the draft stage

Tracing for practice and reference also helps - but don't trace blindly, instead use it as a chance to figure out how the lines of a person/animal/construct move, and how can you replicate that in art. Make guidelines and notes on how things are proportionate to each other, isolate singular lines and practice them over and over to build up the muscle memory.

kind of like the above, where I used photos of an oc's faceclaim (Andy Lau) and traced over them, isolated certain features, made guidelines, and so on

When figuring out how to draw faces, I use a couple little anatomy tricks to keep things in line before tweaking some of the features to make things more unique:

Corners of the mouth tend to align with the top of the jaw. The corners of the mouth also align with the pupils if a front-facing figure is looking straight on. The inner corners of both eyes align with the outer nostrils. Top of the ears align with the top of the eyelid and earlobes align with the bottom of the nose.

This can change depending on feature size etc, some people have bigger or smaller eye or theyre close together or further apart, or they have large earlobes or none at all, or their nose is small or big. I just use it as a guideline to make sure features are in order because. Uh. I keep forgetting to draw in the guides during the draft stage.

Variability of the human face lends well to avoiding same face syndrome as you can stretch the features quite a bit. It may feel weird or wrong drawing a face with different features to how you're used to, but that's the point of practice and progress.

For rendering I found using the colour zones of the face (shown below) adds a lot of oomph and depth after finding my own rendering attempts falling a bit flat.

(above, from Gurney Journey describing the colour zones of the face)

(below, by ArtofYorugami on twitter)

I make the three colour bands, blend them to the contours of the face, then set the layer to multiply and lower the opacity to around 10-20%, and make further tweaks there to where it best suits the face being drawn.

Other little things

Eyes aren't totally white, make them a touch grayer and also add a little bit of blue to give it some depth. Same with teeth but I've yet to figure those freaks out

Hands are the devil but draw them enough times and you can flub your way through them until they feel normal. Would recommend having at least one finger in a different position to the rest, as our hands naturally rest with the index finger away from the rest. Again, use a reference, trace for research and building muscle memory, be cognizant of the muscles and bones at play in the hand and wrist. There are reference compilations on pinterest I've found in the past that have been helpful, and taking a photo of your own hand is an option as well.

A hand's palm width across is also the height of your lower face. That sentence doesn't make a lot of sense - but if you put your hand over your mouth, the top will be touching the bottom of your nose, and the bottom of your hand will align with your chin, more or less. Again, this can change from person to person but is helpful when eyeballing proportions.

Reference sites like x6ud is very helpful for angles of people and animals. Apps like Handy are helpful with figuring out how certain angles of light interact with the face. Videos like this one and this one are also good lighting references. Just looking up 'face under different light angles' on a search engine or pinterest will also be fruitful. Books like Michel Lauricella 's Morpho - Fat and Skin Folds is also very useful and you can find free pdfs online with enough safe digging. And there are a number of tutorials by tumblr artists on a number of desired topics

For expressions, it can be difficult to word the search right to find the specific look and angle you want as a reference. If you're willing, I'd recommend taking a photo of yourself making the expression at the intended angle. No one but you has to see the photo lmao

Uhhh. Multiply, overlay, add (glow) are your friends if you use CSP, play around with pens and layer effects until you get ones you like. I'm partial to the CSP textured pen for lineart and the watercolour pen for rendering

I think that's all i have ahjfjdks 😭 sorry, hope this helped a little bit!

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#5

hey hey hey

here's just a bit of what i'm working on:

'I fiddled with a pen while my head rested in my right hand, waiting for a customer to come through the door. I had eventually zoned out because, I almost fell off the stool i was using, when the door bell went off. Trying to steady both my body and my mildly racing heart, I check to see who may may have startled me like that. I became more startled seeing who exactly came in causing this slight commotion on my end. It was blue eyes. He looked just as last as the last time, if not more. His hair was mostly slicked back but one tiny little piece fighting to fall forward. Same beige slacks but this time... My lord- this time, He had a black lace button up with most of them undone. It left his bare chest beneath the shirt in almost full view. "Nothing for the imaginatioin, eh" i almost muttered aloud while trying to steady my heaving breath. "why'd you scare me like that? i just 'bout fell off my chair, thanks to you." He leaned over the counter on forearms. "Nothing like hello huh" he cracked a smile. I paused trying not to stare at his bare torso staring me back dead in the face. His smile grew a bit wider as he leaned over a bit more, enough that our noses barely touched. I let out a soft 'yes' which may have come off as a moan. "uh..." fumbling over his words, "c-can we talk?" I nodded still trying to avoid his deliciously tempting form. I peered over his shoulder to see who was available to cover the front. Luckily both Meilin and Christina (one of the trainees from the Philipines) were heading towards the desk with trays in tow.'

I haven't quite came up with a name yet. If anyone has some critics/suggestions please i would greatly appreciate it. This my first time writing fictioin since highschool and that was almost ten years ago! So mind you I am super rusty but, it's like riding a bike, right? It's a skill you never really lose.

Anywho, i really want to do moodboards, playlists and such. Does anyone know any user friendly programs for that?

Anyhow, I almost have enough for a chapter. just a bit more and Voila! also, i haven't decided on chapters or parts... Right now i'm just trying to make myself coherent.

4 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#4

I'm stuck at home tomorrow prepping. I gotta get a colonoscopy done Monday. Can anyone recommend me some good reads? Or even blogs to spam. I'll tag my interests down below.

Bless you all in advance!

4 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

#3

Gobble Gobble

hello hello everyone! I hope everyone is having a wonderful week so far and to my American friends, "Happy turkey day". I might be going to Golden Corral on thursday with Mum. We're playing it by ear.

Universal has been a blast but, also highly overwhelming. My autistic ass hasn't stopped "processing" in three days and with my mum being disabled and using a scooter..... it's like tending to evil kinevil and a toddler all at the same time. I highly recommend having some good coping mechanisms when you want the best experience possible. Theme parks are fun but, triggering. wether we like it or not. There is so so so much to take in and the crowds. Like, I'm not overly great with crowds and when people touch me, i get the heeby geebies. Though it hasn't bothered me much because i'm distracted from the attractions.

Even so.....

I've enjoyed myself. I've gotten to fulfill some interests i've had for a while now. And One thing that has helped me alot; is to make lists. Wether it's mental or physical. It keeps me on track of what i do want and what i don't what out of this trip. Then, when my list is done... I've been considering what can be done each day. Also, my mum has been really quite accomadating with me. Even when she's sped up past me asking if she's going to fast. Meanwhile, i'm jogging beside like it's a marathon. I thought at point we were going to get kicked out the stores. She decided to zoom around the stores and took out a couple of displays. fun.

DON'T WHY I TOLD YOU ALL THIS BUT.....

I hoping to get some writing done. I can't focus with all the excitement. oh well... but..... It has given me some great ideas for scenarios with Austin. They're gonna be so cute! Can't wait to get home and jot them down!

I hope everyone has a good rest of the week! Stay happy, Healthy and safe!

4 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

#2

Watch "Fever - Elvis Presley, Michael Bublé & The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra" on YouTube

@jupiteraart you're welcome

8 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

All I want in life is for Austin Butler/Elvis to spank me and tell me what a dirty girl I've been. Is that too much to ask?

12 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

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[the-young-writer-101]

Student Center Mall

Nicole rushed through the doors and bumped into a whole ass School of visiting high schoolers going opposite her. Slightly muttering, ‘Cuse me,’ she swam up their brainless stream, slingshot herself down the stairs with the railing, and finally got down the shortest two flights of stairs in the fucking world. Nicole fell in and out of each end of the tour group and blasted into the real Student Center. That’s when it got stupider.

The nauseating whiff of coffee and poop was shortly quashed by the unrelenting fundraisers. Bake sales, Pretzel sales, Gum sales, shoe sales - freaking blood sales - and if you don’t give them your money, not only are you the bad guy, but now you made an unknown nemesis – an asshole who will give you nasty looks all four years of college and not even know your name. Luckily, her thick, over-the-ear headphones gave her solace from all that was unholy, from the end of conversations to the beginning of panic attacks – from that noise. That dreadful noise haunted her nights and plagued her days. “Please help save the puppies? It’s only a dollar. We take Venmo, Paypal, Kidneys – your firstborn.” A real-life ad-blocker has never been more wanted. Nicole staggered through two more clusters of students and then saw her last obstacle. The only thing that could ruin an already bad day. The boss of a job that doesn’t even pay – her club president, Caitlyn.

“NICOLE!” She saw Caitlyn dance-speak with a freshman’s enthusiasm and a junior’s confidence. Nicole could have pretended not to have seen her – the headphones would’ve provided an easy excuse; however, Caitlyn’s original course had changed, and the B-line was too direct. Nicole sighed and knew the drill. Off came the headphones, and out came her professional, girlier voice. “OMG. Hey gurl. Howdy.” Nicole will strangle herself later.

“OMG Nicole, literally end me. I hate this school. I’ve literally been running around all day bouncing from office to office, and just when I freakin find the Dean of Students office, she’s like not even there. Literally, it’s been a whole hour. I’m just trying to get a sick note approved!”

Nicole’s speech did an audible eye roll, “Wild.”

“Isn’t it! Uh. I hope my mom can get this all sorted out. My finsta’ understand me. Ya know? Just end me.” Caty hit the whoa’, and Nicole covered a visible gag. “Anywhoose, I wanted to ask if you’ve finished the poster yet?”

The poster! Nicole totally forgot about that poster. “Yeah, the poster. It just needs a bit more polish. It’s gotta be perfect?!”

“Oh, Rad. Well, just let me get it as soon as you can. I want to get the poster up as soon as possible. Hey, did you hear about the new policy? Apparently, we have to CC all of our club emails to a bot that monitors them for suicide-y statements. The school is trying to crack down on hate speech. Like it’s not pog...”

Nicole had zoned out. She only interjected with a ‘crazy’ or ‘yikes’ every time Caty took a breath. If Caitlyn would even take a breath. To her, no one else mattered. The world revolved around her and only her. No matter where she stood, she kidnapped the air from other people’s mouths and didn’t care if they liked it. She forced Nicole to endure her presence even as Nicole just wanted to get to her destination. She looked around at all the people succeeding where she could not and wondered where their strength lay. Was it confidence? Extroversion? A bribe? No, this was something else. People avoided each other like this wasn’t an unrequited pit stop. They breezed through the student center like a stubborn leaf would fight with the pull of the wind toward the earth. Just then, Nicole watched as the Dean of Students exited her office and headed toward the bathroom. The determination, the rudeness, like a focused skater on the ice, the Dean ignored the crowd calling for her attention - she was getting to her destination. Nicole hated it, but she knew what she had to do.

“Hey, Caty, isn’t that the Dean?”

Caty’s eight-track mind flew off the channel and shifted to a different track. Her hand ended their conversation, but her mouth uttered, “Excuse me, Dean Williams. Like, a moment of your time.”

Freedom. Nicole reveled in it and understood its cost. She was an unknown nemesis to someone else. She was an asshole. Not even saying goodbye to her club president, Nicole reinserted her headphones and breezed through the rest of the student center mall with no problems. Finally, Nicole was a full-fledged student.

[viltrumitesuperboy]

Treat Them Right (Peter Parker x Male Reader)

Last second decision cause it’s Valentine’s Day. Also it’s short but that’s not my problem lmao

Requested by: @iliumheightnights​ Can you please write a peter parker x male reader where peter keeps getting distracted thinking of a date and the avengers think it's a girl so they give him all of these tips on how to "treat a lady right" but then his boyfriend shows up. 

Word count: 1195

CW: mentions of reader as female

Any day Peter went to the tower, he was prepared for everything that could possibly go wrong. His table would explode, a supervillain would crash through the window, everything he worked on was deleted from his computer.

The worst one was when anyone he knew came to embarrass him in front of other people.

It was rarely a problem because he had little contact with other people when he was working. If he was going into another lab, he didn't worry so much that anything would go wrong because talking to other people kept him distracted from that worry. But someone embarrassing him in front of an Avenger? He might as well just die on the spot.

A week ago, his boyfriend had mentioned that it was going to be their one year anniversary since their first date. He was zoning out for parts of the day, both stressing over how he ever found someone so amazing and what he'd have to do to avoid disaster.

"Peter! Come here. I want you to meet someone."

He turned away from the scientists currently working on a project to see his mentor.

"Mr. Stark! Uh, I'm just finishing up here," he said.

"No worries. Come in, Bruce. No one's bite is worse than yours, I promise."

There was a quiet muttered complaint, and Peter turned back to the table to work on the hologram.

"Radiation is still dangerous, even as a source of energy. It might give the Hulk his powers, and probably Spider-Man — not that I would know, I've never met him. I mean, I could! Anyway, it doesn't mean it's not still dangerous. So keep that in mind when you're working with this stuff."

He made a vague hand gesture waving at the hologram that he definitely did not learn from Tony. Just as he started to head for the door, he was stopped by a voice.

"Hey, these are my papers! That's great. There's a section over here you might want to take a look at."

Peter then saw Bruce Banner swiping through a pdf that was on one of the holograms. He smiled up at Peter.

"Peter! I can't believe we haven't met yet. You're doing great work here," Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist and former refugee, said to Peter Parker, skinny nerd still in school.

"Uh. Thank... you..." Peter responded, a little starstruck.

Even after meeting Avengers personally, it was still a surprise to see them. The world made them seem untouchable, but Peter knew they weren't. Seeing any of them in person was like a fever dream.

"Kid, this is Bruce. Bruce, Pete. We have somewhere to go," Tony said suddenly.

"Oh, okay. Bye!" Peter managed to say before he was swept out of the room.

When they got in the elevator, Tony finally spoke.

"So, Peter! I heard something very important came up and you are gonna need to have a talking to."

"I'm gonna what?!" Peter squeaked.

Then he was in the sitting room. It was usually the most comfortable place on the tower's "Avengers" floors. Now it was the most terrifying situation he'd ever been in.

Every single Avenger (minus Tony) and friends were sitting in a semicircle around Peter. They all stared at him in silence. His eyes were wide open as he stared right back.

"Am I being inducted into a cult?" he whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You have an anniversary coming up," Natasha said from her standing position as she crossed her arms. "A year is very important, Peter."

"You need to plan this properly," Rhodes said.

"And if she's not happy with what you plan, expect us to be ten times as unhappy," Clint added.

Peter opened his mouth to correct him, but Steve cut him off.

"You know, I might have been born a while ago, but most important things you need to know are going to be from us. If you don't treat her right, she'd be the least of your worries," he said.

He glanced at Bucky, who was cracking his neck. His face said "murder." Peter shrunk in on himself.

"Where's Mr. Stark?" he asked.

"He's in a meeting," Natasha said.

"Okay," he meekly responded.

Thor shuffled in his comfortable seat on the sofa.

"My people treat their romantic partners as their equals. If one is too slow in courting a partner, their relatives will find it suspicious and will seek blood. But I'm sure that's not the case," the god said with a reassuring smile.

It was not reassuring.

"I don't want to inconvenience you or anything, but I don't know why I'm here. I thought I was just supposed to work on something with Tony," Bruce said.

"Banner," Natasha snapped. "Give him some advice and then you can leave."

"Uh, I don't know, flowers? Girls like that, right? Look, I'm busy. It was nice to meet you, Peter. I hope we get to work on something together."

He walked away. Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist, just told Peter that he wanted to work with him. For science stuff.

This was the best and worst day of his life.

"Okay, if you're going to a restaurant or anywhere that requires sitting at a table, you pull the chair out for her. And you make sure you check in, make sure she's comfortable," Sam said from his spot.

"You gotta make her feel like she's the only girl for you. And there's nothing better than personally bringing her somewhere that would mean a lot to the both of you," Bucky said.

"If your partner slaps you in the face, you think hard about what you did wrong," Thor absentmindedly mumbled, playing with some gadget he found on the coffee table.

"From what I've seen with Pepper and Tony, just don't be stupid. Be on time and make sure you do nice things for her," Rhodes said.

"I'd like to inform you that someone is coming up," FRIDAY chirped from the ceiling.

"Who?" Natasha snapped.

They all turned to see the private elevator open to reveal a boy. They readied their weapons, though Thor didn't seem too bothered. He swung the hammer around lazily.

"Uh... am I interrupting something?" you asked.

"Who are you? How did you get up here?" Rhodes demanded.

"I'm... here for Peter. Hey, you aren't, like, inducting him into a cult or anything, right?" you said.

"That's what I said!" Peter exclaimed.

He rushed away from the group into your arms, nearly toppling the both of you over. You held out a single flower, which he huffed and blushed at.

"Avengers, this is my boyfriend," Peter announced.

"That's unexpected," Steve said.

"I was saying 'partner' the whole time," Thor said. "None of you caught on."

"Are you ready, Peter? We've got somewhere to be," you said.

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Peter automatically responded.

"Dude, if you do Spongebob in front of me one more time, I will take the flower."

"No!"

The elevator doors closed behind the both of you, leaving the Avengers to discuss the events themselves.

"I'm here," Tony said, entering the room with Pepper and Bruce. "Did I miss anything?"

[camels-pen]

Tolerance

Summary: Johnny and Kitty are fighting again, Ember's on Kitty's side, and thus, Danny has to steal a bike.

based on @jackdaw-sprite 's prompt "Danny realizes that underage drinking laws might be different in the ghost zone." and @aggressivelyclueless' prompt "Party night at Ember's! Rock music, drinks, bad movies and bad decisions: during a ghostly game of truth-or-dare, the pranks get a little out of hand when somebody dares a certain half-ghost in attendance to steal Johnny Thirteen's motorcycle…"

(2nd fic in drunk in one shot series)

Warning: implied/referenced underage drinking

Ao3 Link

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“I dare you to steal Johnny’s bike.”

Danny made a face. “Uh, didn’t Johnny get uninvited…?”

“Yeah, and?”

He held up his hands. “Nothing, just checking.”

Danny avoided Ember’s gaze and studied the little blob ghost curled up in his lap. She narrowed her eyes.

Oh dang, he’s gotta save this. “I can totally take his bike from him! In fact, I can- I can take his jacket too!”

The room erupted into cheers. “That’s the spirit, Dipstick!” Ember said, slapping him on the back. 

---

The night started out well. Danny showed up to Ember’s party with a bizarre and highly flammable invitation in his hands hoping for a quiet night with some kind-of-friends and kind-of-enemies. He wasn’t really complaining about the full-on party atmosphere he showed up to instead of the girls’ night he was expecting.

Everything was already in full swing when he arrived, but Ember let him know they were waiting on him so they could start the truth or dare. Seeing nothing to lose and everything to gain, Danny readily agreed.

Well, there was something he had to clarify first.

---

“...and if you lose, you gotta take a shot!”

“You realize I’m fifteen, right?” Kitty raised an eyebrow. Danny leaned closer and whispered, “I saw Walker in the kitchen.”

“I know. I just got a refill.” She shook the red plastic cup in her hand. “Why are you whispering?”

“Because I don’t wanna get arrested.” There was a blank look on Kitty’s face. “For underage drinking.”

Kitty rolled her eyes. “Right, human laws.” She waved a dismissive hand. “We don’t have any drinking laws in the Zone.”

Danny’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and his excited grin was just this side of not-quite-eerie. “No fucking way.”

“As long as you’re a ghost, what does it matter?” She laughed. “I mean what’s really gonna happen? Most ghosts are dead so there isn’t really a worry about consequences. Well, that and the fucked up and inconsistent legal system.”

“Oh fuck yeah. I’m gonna—” Wait. There was definitely something concerning in what she just said. “What do you mean most ghosts are dead?”

“C’mon kid, that’s just common knowledge! I mean, haven’t you met—?” Kitty was cut off when a different teen ghost—one that looked like they came straight off a boyband cover—tugged at her wrist and gestured towards the bean bag chairs. “Oh, sorry Danny, I’ll tell you later. Need to grab a good spot before they’re gone!” And before he could protest, Kitty and the teen ghost rushed over to fight another pair of ghosts for the bean bag chairs.

---

The game hasn’t started yet and though he’s really curious what alcohol tastes like, he refuses to lose on purpose. He could enjoy a victory drink when this was all over and he was the only one left sober.

Though, he did start to sweat a little hearing some of the dares thrown around. The party had at least three dozen ghosts hanging around, participating or watching around the circle of players loudly trading questions and dares in the living room. Danny himself was sitting on the couch between Ember and Skulker.

He started off nervous and tense, laughing awkwardly and subtly leaning away from the knife handle poking out of Skulker’s belt, but as more and more truths were revealed and dares completed or failed, he started to relax. At one point, a little blob ghost introduced themself to him and settled on his lap. They didn’t have a name, but he took to calling them Blobbert in his head.

The sofa cushion was soft against his back and despite missing the chance for the bean bag chair, Danny thought this was a good trade. He laughed as he watched Kitty pull back in disgust from the teen ghost beside her—he thought she called him Drake once—and promptly take a shot without acknowledging his dare at all. The room laughed and Drake threw an arm around her, which made her roll her eyes, a fond smile on her lips.

The game continued on, but Danny had resigned himself to never getting called. There were dozens of ghosts around and no one was enforcing a rule where everyone had to have a turn so, being squished between the massive metal suit housing Skulker and the cushion hog that is Ember, he really didn’t expect to get picked. Though, honestly, he was perfectly okay with that. All competitiveness aside, he was really comfy for the first time in a couple months and he’d rather not give that up right now. So, he decided to just stay quiet and watch the show. 

He petted the blob ghost’s back—the little one tired themself out and took a nap not long ago—and finished off the pizza in his hand before reaching for the water bottle at his feet. That’s when he heard his name called.

Amorpho was belly-up in the kiddie pool, a tight blue ribbon slipping off the edge of his tail fin, and groaning out a series of (apparently) dolphin curses as slices of pepperoni rose and fell with his heavy breaths. At one point, someone had mercy on him and gave him a pair of tinted sunglasses to replace the ones he broke. The ghost nearly cried in relief, though Danny couldn’t tell if it was because he was drunk or the flashing lights were burning his eyes. Maybe both. Either way, the sunglasses themselves were a bit thinner than usual so Danny could see the ghost’s swirling eyes darting to him as he lifted his head to watch where the bottle landed. 

Amorpho flopped backwards into the pool. “Ughh, I can’t think of a good one for Billy right now. Someone else come up with something.”

Murmurs started up as the other ghosts debated what would be best for Danny. Or rather, what they would want to see him do. 

Danny winced at some of the suggestions and nearly decked someone over another, but then Ember piped up with a triumphant shout. Everyone quieted and turned to her, expectant.

“I’ve got the perfect dare,” she said, eyes twinkling with mischief. Danny had a feeling he might regret this.

---

“Hey, you fucking brat! Come back here with that!”

Why why why was Johnny in Amity?

Danny could’ve gotten away with it so much less painful if the ghost was just riding around in the Ghost Zone or hanging out in his lair, but noooo, Johnny and Kitty were fighting so Johnny, of course, had to go out and try picking up human girls to make her jealous and take him back. Ancients, what a moron.

He yelped as a blast sailed past his ear. It burnt someone’s tomato garden to ash and Danny winced, knowing he would probably take the blame for that. If this went on much longer, they’d probably get chased down by the GIW, what with all the destruction Johnny’s causing, and then Danny really will lose the bet since he can’t just leave Johnny to get caught. 

Okay, wow, he might be spiralling a little. The damage wasn’t that bad. Sure a few lawns and driveways would never look the same. Maybe the partially destroyed roofs and countless broken and dislodged shingles would get some people really angry, when they look up and realize at least. And the sticky ectoplasm he’d been throwing at Johnny to slow him down hasn’t really hit their mark, so there are probably a lot of things forever stuck together until Danny comes back and gets rid of it, which, okay yeah, maybe he wasn’t really spiraling and just being a realist on how much the town’s gonna hate him after tonight.

And of course, all his worrying about the consequences left him open to a tackle by Shadow, causing them and the motorcycle to crash in someone’s backyard. 

The good news was that Johnny’s bike was okay, meaning the ghost wouldn’t wring his neck any more than he was already planning to. 

The bad news was there was a grill on fire and a line of a quickly burning rope tied to a propane tank nearby.

Danny cursed. He could make a shield out of ice, but there’s no way it would stop the impact from the blast—he was strong, but he wasn’t that strong. Plus, even if he could minimize the damage, how is he supposed to get rid of—?

An idea popped up in his head and he grinned. 

Quickly, Danny threw up an ice shield around himself and the house directly behind him. 

Johnny and Shadow knocked insistently on the shield. “H-Hey kid c’mon! We were just messing around! No need to get our asses blasted over it!” 

Danny flashed his fangs. “No, I think you might need a little ass blasting. As a treat.”

The tank exploded and his large shield cracked much more than he was comfortable with, but it was worth it to get Johnny and Shadow away from him with a near guarantee they won’t be back anytime soon, likely too busy groaning in a ditch somewhere.

Danny whistled happily to himself, letting down the shield and resolutely ignoring the scorched backyard while floating towards the last place he saw the motorcycle.

…Which was now just a mangled piece of burning metal because he forgot to pull that behind him when he shielded himself and the house.

Perfect.

---

So, he did regret it, a little, and since the rules of truth or dare were absolute, Danny had to endure the consequences.

“Bottoms up, Dipstick!” Ember shouted, handing him a full shot glass and sitting on the edge of her seat. The other ghosts mirrored her eagerness, leaning forward with big smiles on their faces. Danny laughed awkwardly and peered into the glass.

The liquid was clear and when he sniffed it, he couldn’t smell anything. Honestly, if it weren’t for the dull glow surrounding it, he would’ve just assumed it was plain old water and Ember was just messing with him. 

He shrugged. “Sure, why not? I mean it’s just one shot, what’s the worst that could happen?”

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

Hi! Could I get HC from the guys? 👀 How they would always react to catching the reader seeing them "badly", in addition to the fact that he usually avoids them, but with his brothers it is incredible and they feel bad because they think they do not like him.  But she actually likes them and she looks at them like that because she "studies" them to draw them and she is too clumsy and shy to talk to them, that's why she ends up avoiding them. Until finally he catches her drawing them with lots of hearts or maybe they'll find her notebook with lots of portraits of them.

It's kind of funny because when I study people to draw them, they think that I look at them with hatred xd maybe I should increase my glasses prescription

God, glasses are such a pain in the ass but I have to wear them. If I don't anyone within my near vicinity doesn't have a face. But why they gotta get dirty so easily???? Makes me wanna explode or something

TMNT Headcanons

The boys w/ a quiet reader who is fine with his brothers but acts cold around him and stares a lot

Michaelangelo

mikey couldn't describe his disappointment upon realizing that you didn't want to be friends with him

well, you never actually said that to him

but he was pretty sure it was the case

you'd never made an effort to be friends with him

stared at him an awful lot though, but there was always something off about your gaze when you looked at him

like you were sizing him up, scrutinizing him, like he was an opponent

it kinda worried him

to add to that, you didn't even attempt to look embarrassed when he caught you staring

you'd just stare harder

on your end it was quite the opposite

you always found the brothers fascinating and you LOVED studying their anatomy, you'd confessed this to Donnie early on and he happily indulged in your questions

and you loved how easily you got along with the boys

well, except for Mikey

but it wasn't for a lack of trying

whenever the orange sporting turtle came around your normally flamboyant personality crept back into its little corner and hid

any words of excitement that had previously been with you died in your throat

for the longest time you didn't understand it

and you hated not understanding things, so you turned to your only outlet

that's how you ended up with an entire sketchbook full of the youngest brother in vastly different styles and poses

you had a separate book for the others, none of them as detailed as this

and when you stared to analyze you'd fallen into a habit of not looking away when caught

by your logic, if you stared back hard enough he'd look away first or just assume you'd zoned out

he didn't

and on one hectic day you'd left your sketchbook open on the kitchen table in your rush to get to work

you hadn't even noticed the slip up until Leo texted you to let you know during your shift

instant panic

in truth, Mikey was the one who discovered the book upon waking up from his nap and he'd spent the next three hours analyzing every drawing

when you finally dropped in after work to grab your book the turtle was waiting for you with it in hand

he'd asked you if you hated him

you told him no and accepted your sketchbook from him

he was relieved and screaming excitedly, just in his head

"Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?"

You sighed in relief and nodded

"If you're cool with it- you don't think I'm weird do you?"

"I mean- you are talking to a turtle..."

you lightly shoved his chest and smiled, although it faded within a second

"Oh hush, 10 o'clock tomorrow? I'll bring snacks."

he was so stunned he could only shoot you finger guns in approval

Donatello

Donnie genuinely couldn't understand your unease around him

he'd followed all the proper expectations of holding a conversation

he was polite and engaging

so why wouldn't you talk to him?

this boy has read so many social blogs to try and figure out what he was doing wrong and he just couldn't put his finger on it

you were fine with the rest of his brothers, you'd stay up for hours laughing and gaming with them

you'd even sat still long enough to listen to Leo explain some old Japanese myth that he'd read about in a book

but with him it was always a quick, cordial greetings and farewells with bland small talk in between

Donnie had picked up pretty quickly that you weren't interested in any sort of interaction with him

and he convinced himself that that was okay

but that didn't explain the staring

he'd caught you in the act several times, eyes narrowed and locked on him

especially when you were alone with him in a room or just in the lair

the poor turtle just couldn't put his finger on it

then he caught you drawing, he noticed early on that you always carried a small sketchbook on your person but he didn't think much of it

and it wasn't so much that he caught you drawing, in fact, he wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't snapped at him while he was trying to do a sudoku puzzle

"Damn it Donnie! Stop moving! If I fuck this arm up one more time I'm gonna decompose!"

he'd quickly moved back into the position he was in prior

"sorry?"

but you'd gone silent again, occasionally glancing up from your work and running your eyes along his frame before looking down again

nearly twenty minutes later Donnie had finished the puzzle and it seemed as though you had finished your drawing

"Uh- can I ask what are you-"

"I'm drawing you but you kept moving your arm and making me mess up. You always do that when I draw you so every damn picture I have of you stays a sketch because you always come out looking like a fucking octopus."

He just stared

"Sorry, I uh- I didn't mean to explode on you like that. I'm just- I'm really bad at talking to you okay? It's so easy with everyone else but you've just gotta be so damn smart all the time and I worry that you'll think I'm boring so I just... don't talk to you?"

Donnie is stunned™

You refuse to show him the drawing until you can complete the line art and color it

But at least he knows that you don't hate him

Leonardo

To be completely honest Leo didn't mind that you were distant from him

You created an aura of calm when you were around and you always managed to distract his brothers while you were present

And he enjoyed the alone time

But after a few months that calm acceptance turned into jealousy

Not that he would ever admit it

He would just push it off and ignore it, that usually seemed to work

So why wasn't it?

And your obvious staring problem didn't help at all

Leo didn't spend much time considering his appearance but something about your gaze made him self conscious

And he hated that with a passion

Why was it that you could hold entire debates with his siblings? Even his dad for gods sake. You'd have hour long conversations on almost everything but whenever he tried to say hello you'd make up some lame ass excuse and scamper away

He just wanted an explanation

It appeared that the answer resided in your sketchbook

You'd left it open on the couch when Raph had called you away to spar with him

Leo very delicately flipped through the pages, careful not to disturb some of the polaroid pictures of his brothers

He was admittedly surprised to find pictures of himself among the pages

One of him in a handstand, another of him meditating, there was even one of him mid sneeze that you'd recreated with pencil and paper

The image of his eyes was the most startling, but the book held no polaroid of his eyes

You drew them from memory

And he was shocked when you returned to the room and didn't immediately panic

But that might have been because he didn't try to withhold your book from you

"It took me three months to color them, your eyes. I could never get the shade of blue just right."

"I'm gonna be honest with you y/n, I really thought you didn't like me."

You had the nerve to roll your eyes and follow it with a laugh

"I don't. I mean- I do but no, you just remind me a lot of myself and I haven't exactly figured out why yet. I thought that maybe if I drew you it'd be easier to figure you out..."

"Well did it help?"

You grinned

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

Raphael

If there was one thing Raph hated it was not understanding something that was right in front of him

which is ironic, as a much younger version of himself probably couldn't care less

and a part of him wishes he didn't care about it so much

he wishes that your blatant avoidance of him didn't upset him

but shit, it got under his skin better than any needle ever could

was it too much to ask for you to just tell him what he said or did wrong?

was he asking too much of you?

but on the same scale you'd never shown obvious dislike towards him, you were never rude and you sure as hell didn't talk shit about him to his brothers

you got along great with them

in fact it was getting more difficult to remember a time before you became a part of his family

he'd become so used to your presence that it no longer put him off when he found you hanging around the lair

but in another sense he was certain that you hadn't spoken more than three sentences to him in your time knowing him or his family

so what was the reason

several months in he finally caught onto the staring, your narrow, glassy gaze locked onto his body and refusing to look away

he stared right back at you

this annoyed you for several reasons

because within five seconds your very peaceful drawing session had turned into a staring contest and your eyes were getting VERY dry

then you exhaled in a half-sigh and looked back down at your paper

"Huh, I guess your head is more of an oblong shape..."

he took offense to this

"What tha' hell is that supposed t'mean?"

now your eyes held more of an amused silent judgement, you begrudgingly held up your sketchbook

"I'm drawing you, you fucking walnut."

"Oh..."

now you rolled you eyes and tossed the book to him, he nearly dropped it and fumbled with the pages

your annoyance was quickly growing

"Careful with that."

He flipped through the pages at a snails pace, assumingly because he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing

you had some real talent

when he looked back up at you he was wearing that crooked smile

"and here I was thinkin' that my eyes were just green."

Hope I was able to get this down pretty well! I really enjoyed writing this one! Thanks for the patience!

-Mars 🌠

[hornime]

twinkle tits | tanaka saeko x gn!reader

she laughed again, causing a strangely warm feeling to bubble in your stomach. “i like you, you don’t take anyone’s shit.” her expression turned darker. “i’d love to break you.”

warnings: 18+, timeskip!saeko, kinda dom!saeko, titty sucking, mentions of unsafe driving

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: furudate told me that it’s canon that saeko has tit piercings in the timeskip. 

you grumbled in annoyance as a red chrome motorcycle cut in front of you on the highway, forcing you to slam on the brakes and hold down your horn, probably for a bit longer than was necessary. as you both decelerated to stop at a red light, the rider, visage hidden by a mysterious black helmet with a tinted shield, turned back to look at you, making you seize up behind the steering wheel.

they seemed to think something over and rotated back to face forward on the seat, before raising their right hand and flipping you off.

are you serious? you thought. you’re the one who cut in front of me.

all you wanted was to give this person a piece of your mind, but you knew that 1) road rage just wasn’t worth it and 2) doing so would do nothing but make your commute unnecessarily complicated. it was one of those mondays, and the last thing you needed was to get pissed off before getting morning coffee in your system. all you wanted to do was forget about the incident and move on with your day.

unfortunately, the fates weren’t keen on making that happen.

to your frustration, the annoying bike, with, to your newfound knowledge, the even more annoying rider, turned into the lot of your office building, parking in front of a recently sold lot, which was conveniently located right next to your workplace. you debated for a second over where to park, for all you knew, this biker could be crazy or something, but you decided that, at this point, you really didn’t care.

you turned off your engine, gathered what you needed for the day, and stepped out of your car, intending to look straight ahead and get through the doors of your building with as little conflict as possible. thoughts bounced around in your head as the revving of the motorcycle a few spots away quieted: don’t engage, don’t engage, don’t enga—

“hey! you!” a voice called out. you cursed internally, before spinning your head towards the yell.

a woman with brown eyes that glinted dangerously and blonde hair that shone in the early sun was tapping her foot, the incessant click of her black stiletto on the concrete becoming more and more irritating. stiletto? you thought. how the hell was she wearing stilettos on a motorcycle?

your eyes couldn’t help but trail downwards towards her chest, her crossed arms accentuating her soft, leather-clad curves. as you were distracted by her body, she walked up to you, snapping a pair of red nails in your face and bringing back to reality.

“hey,” she insisted, a hint of amusement evident in her voice. “my eyes are up here.”

you looked up, embarrassed at being caught ogling her, and made eye contact. shit, you thought, losing yourself in her sharp features. she’s really hot. suddenly, you remembered what this crazy lady had put you through: and she almost made me crash. “hey,” you responded tersely. “who the hell taught you how to drive?”

you cringed at your bluntness, so much for avoiding conflict, while she raised an eyebrow in challenge, a spunky smile turning her lips up. “who taught me how to drive? what about you? you barely checked if anyone was gonna turn in.”

you chuckled in astonishment. there was no way this bitch was trying to flip this on you. “you’re kidding right? you drive like a literal madwoman.” you thought back, in hindsight, maybe you hadn’t looked to see if anyone was coming, but that wasn’t the point! isn’t it her job to be a defensive driver?

she threw her head back and laughed, a strangely charming sound for how loud and taunting it was. “yeah, i get that a lot. too fast, too reckless, and too cocky. i think it makes life more interesting.”

“well, i think it almost killed me.”

“lighten up,” she snarked, digging the tip of her pointer finger into your chest. “you look like someone that takes life too seriously. you gotta take a risk sometime!”

“a risk that might send me into my grave,” you deadpanned, “no thanks.”

she laughed again, causing a strangely warm feeling to bubble in your stomach. “i like you, you don’t take anyone’s shit.” her expression turned darker. “i’d love to break you.”

you flinched at her change in tone. what?

“well,” she continued. “i gots’ta go. lots of lives to ruin! yours is just one of many.”

you called out as she swiveled to walk away. “wait!” she cocked her head towards you. “where d’you work?”

she gestured to the lot she’d parked in front of. “saeko’s cycles. i’m saeko and i sell cycles. motorcycles. ‘s a work in progress. you?”

you nodded at the building next to hers. “there.”

she approached you again, extending her fingers to dance on your shoulder, sending hot chills down your spine. “we’re work neighbors then.” she grinned devilishly. “guess i’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”

you gulped. she really was hot.

“guess you will.”

you both went your separate ways.

for the next few days, the pattern repeated: saeko would cut you off, you’d honk, she’d flip you off, and you’d engage in some banter before heading off to work. you looked forward to interacting with the driving demon everyday; you thought about her throughout the day, on the way home, at night in your bed with nothing more than your imagination, your hand, and an incessant ache for sex... she was driving you crazy.

on saturday morning, you grumbled at the sound of your alarm: you had to drop off some paperwork at the office. reluctantly leaving your bed, you drove your way to the building. a scarlet flash caught your eye, and you were surprised to see saeko’s motorcycle parked in its usual spot. why’s she here? it’s saturday. after completing your task, you reached for the handle of your car door, then stopped. saeko’s probably working in her shop, you thought. it’d be nice to stop by.

you peered in the doorway, hearing the clattering of what you presumed to be tools coming from the back. “saeko?” you called, making your way through shelves of biking equipment and gear. “it’s me.”

the blonde poked her head out from the other side of a muddied motorcycle, hair pushed back with a headband. “hey!” she stood up, wiping her hands on a damp cloth, approaching you in a red-lined vest and a black headband. she looked dressed up, almost for a performance.

“what’s with the getup?”

“oh,” she said, looking down as if she’d just noticed what she was wearing. “taiko clothes.” at your confused expression, she clarified: “taiko’s a kind of japanese drumming. i’m captain of a local team. this,” she pointed at her vest, “is a happi. and this,” she tugged at the headband, “is a hachimaki. i just came back from rehearsal.”

you stood, speechless. she looked really good in those clothes, but you were sure that she’d look even better with them off.

she cleared her throat. “you have a nasty habit of zoning out on my tits. like what you see that much?”

your eyes shot back up to her, the heat of humiliation creeping up your neck. “um, uh. i-i...”

she chuckled at your shame. “no it’s okay, i like the attention.” her gaze turned predatory. “and i like you, too.”

within an instant, saeko was on you, your mouths melding together in a raunchy and needy kiss, tongues clashing passionately. lips locked within each other, she guided your movements, leading you to a small room at the back of the shop.

suddenly, she shoved you off of her, raising her leg so that the toe of her black stiletto teased lightly at your crotch. she gently increased the pressure, causing you to yelp in surprise—and an odd form of pleasure.

“why don’t you take a seat, babe?” the pet name made you shiver. saeko continued pushing you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the leather of a swivel chair, and you fell onto it.

eyes wide with lust and lips bruised with her animalistic desire, she thought you looked absolutely perfect, gazing up at her with a look of pure want. her eyes narrowed as she approached, towering over you. her hand grazed your throat before grabbing it. her hachimaki was hanging off the top of her head haphazardly, and she reached up and took it off, placing it on a neighboring table. she did the same with her happi, leaving you with an enticing view of her top half, clad in nothing but a lacy black bralette.

you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, fervently tracing her delicious breasts. the area over her nipple was covered in a mesh fabric, and you could see—was that silver?

your head jerked up in shock. “you have tit piercings?”

“hell yeah i do,” she teased, climbing onto your lap and spreading her lags on either side of your knees. in this position, her bust was at your face-level, the barbells sparkling hypnotically. “you like?”

you swallowed dryly, convinced that she knew exactly what she was doing: spurring on your already overwhelming desperation for her body. “...yeah,” you whispered breathlessly. “i like ‘em a lot.”

she crossed her arms and lifted the erotic undergarment over her head, bare flesh now tantalizingly close to your mouth. “give ‘em a taste then.”

she didn’t have to tell you twice. your lips swiftly latched onto her right nipple, tongue swirling around the bud, and you moaned at the metallic taste of the piercing. you raised your thumb to play with the other one, and she gasped at the contact. 

“you—you’re really good at this,” she panted. “you look cute like this. all needy for my tits.”

you mewled at her praise, releasing her nipple with a pop! and moving your mouth to work the other one. “i like you, saeko,” you mumbled into her skin. “i don’t even mind that you’re a shitty driver.” you looked up at her, eyes blown wide with arousal. “you’re really cool.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” she giggled. unexpectedly, she pushed her body off of you and landed on her feet. 

“why?” you pouted, trying, and failing, to conceal your disappointment, mouth feeling empty.

“oh, stop whining,” she chided, pulling her clothes back on. she motioned to a nearby motorcycle helmet on the corner of her desk. “put that on.”

“wha-where are we going?”

she sighed, kneeling to scrub some dirt off her shoe. “i know i said i’d break you, but i didn’t realize you’d get this dumb just from some sucking. we’re going to my place.”

she turned to glance at you, ravenous gaze reflecting her intense desire. “and once we get there, we’re gonna have a lot more fun. if we survive the drive, of course.”

you let out a sigh of amused exasperation. she’s gonna kill me.

© property of hornime 2021. do not plagiarize any of my writing and do not repost/copy my writing onto any other sites.

[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [CHAPTER 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, fingering, littlest bit of dirty talk, praise!kink, soft soft soft FLUFF hours, a bit of a filler chapter before the last chapter!! 😭 I can’t believe it’s almost ‘over’... This chapter has the least amount of smut yall will ever see with fratboy!wonwoo so don’t get used to it ☠️ LMAO 🤣🤣 also... it’s been a garbage week(boring work drama) for me so I’ll answer inbox msgs and stuff on sunday, I need to get away from the internet(and people) for a day dkfjhskh 😭💕 Ya’ll thank you for so much love and support with Caffeine and Until I Met You! It means so much to me and I appreciate every like, reblog and comment I get on it 🥺💕 No I will never be ending my fratboy!wonwoo au so don’t worry about that hehe 💕 For now, enjoy this soft ch 4 and I will see yall on Sunday! I love you, have a great weekend! 💕

[mood for this chapter: more than enough - alina baraz]

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x

“So…”

Wonwoo sighs - re-shelving another Edgar Allen Poe book. “So, what?”

Mingyu tilts his sunglasses down, eyebrows raised at the older male that continues to do his job instead of give him the time of day. “What’s going on with you, hyung? You’ve been… weird.”

“Okay, define weird.”

The younger male pouts as he takes his sunglasses off, pocketing them as he leans up against the bookshelf that Wonwoo is currently still shelving.

It only takes one utterance of your name for Wonwoo to stop in his tracks - fingertips on the spine of another book as he turns to Mingyu. “What about her? Did she say something to you?”

“No, but do you like her? I mean, ‘like’ like her.”

“Is it not… obvious? That I do? Did we not all collectively have that conversation about me giving her a set of keys to our house?”

Mingyu grimaces slightly as he mentally goes through all the times he’d even seen the two of you together and he’s only able to conjure up a few select memories - none of which were anything necessarily romantic. “Well… I wouldn’t say ‘obvious’, I guess. The two of you aren’t exactly the ‘kiss and hold hands in public’ kind of... people. More like the, ‘sneak off to fuck in a public restroom’ kind... Which, uh, isn’t really... romantic.”

This time, Wonwoo crosses his arms and leans up against the opposite bookshelf as he sighs.

It’d been a few days since he’d seen you and you’d been swamped in so much class work that you didn’t even have the time to come by the library or the frat house. And even while Wonwoo stood in between the bookshelves having a conversation with Mingyu, you were finishing an art project with Minghao that was due by the end of the day.

“I know. I told her it’d be kind of a slow crawl for me.” He plucks another book from the cart, staring at the glossy text as he simmers in his thoughts. “Mingyu, am I awkward?”

“Erm, well, I wouldn’t say that necessarily.”

Mingyu steps forward, patting Wonwoo on the shoulder as he smiles.

“You like her and you’re trying even if you’re not used to it. You gotta start somewhere, hyung. Even if you’re a fish out of water. But that’s okay, you can ask me for help if you want!”

“When are you gonna put a ring on Wonwoo-hyung?”

You snort at Minghao’s question - reaching for a clean paintbrush as he stands across from you in the large, empty studio. “First of all, can you not say it like that? I’m not gonna marry him, okay.”

The male rolls his eyes as he steps closer to you; his own hands and clothes covered in a colorful array of paints. “So you’re saying you never imagined hyung in a suit, hair slicked back and his buff arms carrying you off into your honeymoon?”

“W--wh--n--no! No, I haven’t!” You avoid his piercing stare as you focus on your end of the large canvas instead.

No, but I dreamt about it once.

“‘Hao, would you hurry! We’re supposed to be collaborating on this and it looks… like it’s 5 different art styles.”

“Don’t change the subject on me. And anyway, I like what you’re doing to hyung. Breaking him out of his shell, y’know? He’s just shy, that’s all. Needs a little work in the bold department.”

You bite down the urge to laugh because to you, Wonwoo was everything but shy when it came to the bedroom. Although, Minghao was right with everything else. “Yeah, I know. We went for breakfast together after I, um, stayed over a few nights ago and he kinda just sat there zoned out, picking at his waffles. He’s really cute when he wakes up in the morning though. Pouty and whiny.”

Grinning at Minghao, he pretends to gag in response before taking a seat next to you.

“Disgusting. Tell me more.”

Wonwoo makes an effort to check in with you throughout the day before he heads back to his room - asking you if you’d had your meals and if you’d finished your project on time.

You’d answered sporadically as you and Minghao raced to finish.

‘I’ll eat late probably… rly gotta finish or else my ass is failing lol’

‘Just don’t forget, okay? It’s not good for you to skip.’

Wonwoo lays down in his bed; yawning as he sets his phone onto the nightstand next to himself.

His eyelids feel heavy and he’s quick to give in to the tiredness that takes over him once he gets comfortable.

When Wonwoo finally decides to shift during his nap, he finds it difficult and extra warm.

“Mmh…”

His bleary eyes adjust to the, now,  slightly darkened room as he makes out your figure tucked underneath his arm. He calls your name softly - waking you up from the nap that you’d apparently joined him in.

“Mmh… Wonwoo…” You snuggle in deeper, voice still laced with sleep. “You didn’t even budge when I came in…”

He chuckles softly as he readjusts to spoon you from behind instead; his strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep your body flush against his own.

“I’m surprised you came by, sweetheart. I would’ve just stayed awake had I known you were coming over.” His voice is groggy and laced with sleep as you sigh softly in return as you blink away the sleepiness.

“How was your day at the library? Miss me yet?” Wonwoo smiles into your shoulder before he tilts his head up to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Always, sweetheart. Although, Mingyu decided to keep me busy today.”

“Oh? Anything fun?”

He plays with the hem of your shirt, “Well… Fun isn’t the word I’d use to describe what that was. Nosy was more like it.”

This time you can’t help but snort in response. “You too? I think some people were being ‘lil moles today.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it. Did you end up just coming back here with Minghao from the studio?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, to be honest but… S’been a rough day.” Placing your hand over his arm, you squeeze slightly as you pull his arm around you tighter. “Our professor came by while we were working in the studio and said our project wasn’t up to par with what Minghao and I usually submit for projects. She didn’t fail us on the spot but she said we need to redo it for less credit or take the failing grade.”

Wonwoo nuzzles your neck; peppering small kisses on your clothed shoulder. “I take it the two of you are going to redo it?”

“Mm… We spent so long coming up with a concept and now we’re both stressed about coming up with something new. I walked over here with ‘Hao and he locked himself up in his room as soon as we got here. Figured I’d come hang out with you and found you napping… With your glasses on, no less.”

The two of you share a laugh; Wonwoo’s embrace making you feel more at ease.

“Can I help you de-stress a little, sweetheart?”

You stare at the opposite wall, nodding gently as Wonwoo’s hand leaves the hem of your shirt in favour of the waistband of your shorts.

“Just want you to feel good,” he whispers. “You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard, baby.”

He teases you softly; fingertips ghosting across your skin as you shiver. “Ah, Wonwoo…”

“You worked extra hard today too, didn’t you? I’m so proud of you for what you accomplished today.”

Your body heats up at his praise and you can’t deny that his deep, soft voice sends thrums of arousal pouring over your body just as he dips his hand into your lounge shorts. He touches you over your panties - fingertips ghosting against your mound as you moan his name shakily in return.

“I know your new idea is going to be great, baby. I believe in you.”

Soft whines threaten to spill as Wonwoo strokes you over your panties - slowly working you up as you find yourself trying to grind against his hand. “Y-yeah… ‘m p-pretty sure ‘Hao’s already working on it…”

Your voice is barely above a whisper as Wonwoo continues to stroke you gently; making no efforts to rush or add pressure to his feather-light touches.

A disappointed noise falls from your lips when he starts to pull his hand out of your shorts but it quickly turns into a content sigh when he starts teasing your chest instead.

“Mm, so soft…” Muttering against your shoulder, his eyes stare off into the dark room as he massages your body. “And all mine~”

You hum in response, “We should go on a date sometime…”

“You want to? We can go this weekend. After you’ve redone some of your project. I’ll take you somewhere nice for a job well done.”

You giggle softly; images of a wedding day’s Wonwoo dancing in your mind after the conversation you’d had with Minghao earlier. “I’d like that. We should do something for the whole day.”

“Whatever you’d like, baby.”

Wonwoo’s hand flits down your body again - snaking into your shorts and, this time, into your panties as you whine. “Do you wanna cum or go back to sleep, hmm?” 

You ponder it for a second as the drowsiness equates the urge to cum on his fingers. 

“Both? I wanna cum and then sleep a little more... If that’s okay?” 

Wonwoo hums in agreement as his fingertips drag through your folds - collecting the wetness on them before he teases your soaked hole. “Only a little teasing gets you this wet, hmm? So cute.” 

“Ah, f-feels good when you go slow t-too...” 

He stores that away in his head for later; chuckling against your shoulder as he slowly starts to dip his middle finger into your cunt. 

You feel warm and content when he starts a slow pace - thumb on your clit rubbing soft, slow circles while he pumps his finger into you. 

“O-oh, Wonwoo...” 

“You’re always good for me, baby. Always such a good girl.” 

“Ah, Wonwoo...”

“You can cum whenever you want. You deserve it.” 

He adds his index finger - thrusting both fingers into you as you mewl and arch away from his warm chest. Your toes curl and your thighs clamp and trap his hand between your legs as you start to grind down onto his nimble fingers.

“...W--Wonwoo...” 

“That’s right, baby. Call my name, let me hear your pretty voice when your cumming for me.” 

You turn your head - cries muffled into his pillow because despite his slower than usual pace, you find yourself already on the brink of cumming with his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and his thumb on your clit. 

“Mmh... Ah... Feels s-so warm... and g-good...” You mutter, eyes blinking drowsily. “Gonna c-cum...” 

He doesn’t say anything in return as he focuses on you and your pleasure; fingers scissoring and curling right into your g-spot as you clamp down onto them in a vice grip. 

Wonwoo knows when you’re about to cum when he feels your hand coming down on his forearm, holding onto him for dear life when your orgasm still hits you just as hard. 

“Ngh, Wo---Wonwoo!” 

Your walls flutter around his fingers and make it harder for him to thrust them in and out with how tight you get. 

“That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby~” 

His deep voice makes you whine - nails digging into his arm and body trembling as the pleasure steadily washes over you. 

“Ah, bet your face is so pretty right now too~” 

“Mmh, s-stop...” Your cheeks burn in slight embarrassment from his constant praise but you can’t deny the way it goes straight to your core and only prolongs your orgasm. 

“Don’t be so shy, baby. It’s only you and me here.” 

Wonwoo leans away slightly to kiss the crown of your head - still working you through your orgasm as you sigh contentedly in his arms. 

Various thoughts run through his head in the moment, but the one that sits at the forefront of his mind is definitely how to make sure he kept treating you right. 

Starting with your date that he would spend time meticulously planning.

‘Ah, I should ask Mingyu for some advice.’ 

[solaeter]

Confession - Megumi Fushiguro

I’m dealing with a doubt spell so writing is kinda hard, but I’ll get past it sooner or later :’) Word Count: 1,670

Warning[s]: None aside from possible errors I didn’t bother to look for. 

Mutual pining felt like a blessing and a curse. On one hand, feelings were shared without the worry of denial.

On the other hand..

Neither party could take the initiative to admit these said feelings. 

Everyone and their mother could tell that [Name] and Megumi had some serious feelings for one another. You were the only one outside of Nobara and Itadori that he'd hang out with. Hell, he knew you longer than he knew them and tried his best to avoid having you meet them.

Cause as soon as it happened, the bombardment of questions rang through the air. Itadori and Nobara lingered dangerously close, inspecting you and Megumi.

"Since when does Fushiguro have a girlfriend?" Nobara questioned, squinting at you. Her gaze made you shift and her words had your cheeks burning. 

"We're not–"

"Lemme guess," Itadori cut you off and Megumi sighs, "This little lady is the only one who can make the great Fushiguro crumble! Am I right??" He asked, knuckle bumping Nobara once they seen the obvious blush spread across your face and Megumi's.

Now you see why he tried to avoid this meeting, even after you questioned why. They were like pesky little rats, itching for information that wasn't their business. But you couldn't blame them, at least they cared.

"We're not dating. She's just a friend." Megumi mumbled, clearly irritated, if not embarrassed. Deep down he wanted to admit that you meant something more to him. God he loved you, but actually coming forth with that confession felt more difficult than any task he's been assigned to. 

You on the other hand, also wanted to profess your long harbored feelings. Ever since you met Megumi in middle school, you always found him pretty. Especially when he beat up the bullies, goodness it made your heart flutter.

"What he said. We've been friends since middle school." You chirped, offering a smile to the two observers. Nobara crossed her arms. She's watched plenty of romantic dramas, comedies and all the works to know that you and Megumi were hard-core pining. 

"I don't know," She starts, walking around the two of you, "There's something more. Something neither one of you can admit. Don't you agree dumbo?" She looked back at Itadori who blinked at the sudden nickname.

"Yes?" He tilted his head and when she shot him a look that meant death, he nodded quickly. "Yes! Absolutely! I think you two need to have a serious chat." 

Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose. He could only handle so much of these two even though he knew they were right. You also knew what they said was right. But how? How can one admit feelings? Especially if it ruins the friendship? You'd be devastated. 

But for now, you both needed an exit. You pull out your phone and glance at it. Maybe you had an idea. 

"I left something back in my locker that I need for tonight. Wanna join me?" You elbow Megumi, who looks at you as if you were a saint. He nods, grabs your arm and drags you away while ignoring the two behind you. 

"Sorry about those two, they're...something." Megumi decided to be polite instead of rude, after all they did care about him. You hook your arm through his and smile.

"It's fine, you three have interesting chemistry. I think they're good for you since I can't be around all the time." You didn't like that Megumi had to attend a school for his powers, but you were also happy for him. The selfish side of you wanted to keep him to yourself, just like it had been for years. 

"You think so?" 

"Yep, you just gotta open up a little when you're ready. Let them see what makes you so amazing." You gush and Megumi looks away, the praise causing his cheeks to tint with a shade of pink. 

The two of you walk in peaceful silence, arm in arm until you both reach the school gates. Luckily they didn't lock up for another hour, but you didn't really need anything. Megumi wasn't stupid, he knew it was nothing more than an excuse, yet you made the trip here anyways. 

"So.." You break the silence and separate from Megumi, who watched you move in front of him, your school bag hitting the ground with a thud. "Can we uh..talk about something?" 

Megumi felt his stomach lurch and the contents of his lunch threatened to come up. Usually when someone wanted to talk, it could be good or bad. Considering his luck, Megumi only assumed it had to be bad. Yet he remained composed and simply nodded, choosing not to talk in case he faltered. 

"I really don't know how to uh..bring this up." You fiddled with your hands, avoiding Megumi's worried gaze and kicked a random rock into the street. The looming silence that followed felt heavy and nearly made him lose his mind. 

"Bring what up?" He urged quietly, crossing his arms just to keep himself busy for less than a second. His mind reeled and he didn't even consider the possibility of a confession, well at least from you. He's been trying to think of ways to bring it up without looking like an idiot, but he draws blanks after his head says he won't ever get out of the dreaded friend zone. 

"Um..we've been friends for so long. I know everything about you and you about me. I just..after some time I think I might–" 

You're cut off by Megumi grabbing your face, his hands were cool to your warm cheeks and his eyebrows were furrowed as he took a deep breath.

"I love you [Name]." He was straight to the point which threw you for a loop. Your mouth dropped and then closed quickly. The little shit took the words right from you. Granted you were prolonging the confession but you were getting there! 

When you don't answer immediately, Megumi mumbles a quick apology and backs away, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. 

"No, no don't confess and back away!" You pull him back toward you, hugging him once you two collide. His arms wrap instinctively around your figure, even though he was slightly hesitant. He felt like he was treading on glass while you were stupidly over the moon.

"You took the words right out of my mouth." You say shyly, resting your head against his chest. His heart quickly thumped in your ear, much like how yours did the same. 

Megumi's world shifted or so he thought. All his fears towards his feelings vanished and it was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. You shared the same feelings and of course he should have seen it. Others called you both out, especially the two idiots who hounded earlier. Was he really that blind? Or stupidly oblivious? 

Either way, he didn't know what to do now.  

"So we felt the same all this time." Megumi says more to himself and you look up at him. When your eyes meet, he takes a moment to admire your pretty orbs. This was his first time being able to actually look at you without having to sneak glances or be called weird for staring. His cheeks warmed once again and you smiled.

"I guess so. Leave it to us to rely on your pesky friends to actually break the silence." You giggle, adjusting so that your arms wrap around Megumi's neck. He bends to match your height, coming face to face.

The air would usually turn awkward but this time, you both silently stare until you look away with a tiny smile tugging at your lips. 

"What?" Megumi questioned. He didn't know the first thing about romance. Or even women for that matter. But he knew you, like a book. Except at this moment, he felt clueless. His mind ran in circles, leaving him a happy mess inside his head. 

"Oh nothing." You bite the inside of your cheek. His gaze made you squirm and heat shift from your cheeks to your ears as well. Why did it feel so different?? Yet so welcome? "You're just really pretty okay? And I finally get to say it without being looked at funny." You pout, glancing at Megumi who blinks. 

"I– So are you." He responds calmly despite every nerve in his body screaming. You turn your head back toward him and act before you can think by pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss.

Megumi freezes, eyes wide and alert when your soft lips meet his. Though he quickly closes his eyes and keeps you close by cupping your cheek. He didn't think, his body acted on its own and boy did it feel nice. He didn't think he'd ever experience something like this. Something so normal and innocent in his dangerous life. 

When you both pull back, neither one of you can look at one another. Instead you pick up your school bag and drape it over your shoulder. Megumi rubs the back of his neck, fully prepared to face some type of scolding. But it never comes when you take his hand.

"Whenever you're not busy being a badass sorcerer, maybe we can go out or something?" You ask, lacing your fingers through his. Megumi looks down at your intertwined hands before glancing at you. 

"Yeah." He didn't hesitate to answer and started to pull you toward the direction that led home. You hum delightfully and let him lead you without another word.

Did you imagine your confession would happen the way it did? You couldn't say, but you could admit to the hopeless daydreams of romantic scenarios playing out in the most cliché manner. You were swept off your feet by the marvelous, perfect man, yet none of those silly dreams stood a chance at how perfect everything played out with Megumi.

Even if it took two so called idiots to set it in motion.