#i am gonna be so busy for the next 4 days so i won't have time to work on this. but my goal is to post it by sunday!!! fingers crossed i ca

[btbonescanon]

tidbit tuesday/wip wednesday

it's technically still tuesday in new york but wednesday in many other parts of the world and the lovelies @doeeyeseddie and @sibylsleaves tagged me, so i am doing a tidbit tuesday & wip wednesday mash-up!!! here goes the beginning of my next prompt fill <333 (which is actually one that pia herself sent me!!!)

“What do you mean you don’t like kissing?”  The girl handing them their order at the coffee shop gives Buck an amused glance before moving her eyes over to Eddie and raising her eyebrows. With his cheeks bright red as a firetruck, Eddie grabs his coffee, mumbles his gratitude to her, and then spins on his heels, moving faster than Buck has ever seen him do as he heads towards the exit. Buck accepts his own drink from the barista, sends a half-sheepish half-apologetic smile her way, and follows Eddie as quickly as he can, taking advantage of the fact that, despite their height difference not being that pronounced, Buck’s legs are a lot longer than Eddie’s, allowing him to catch up with him in only a couple of seconds despite Eddie’s headstart. “Hey, Eddie, hey,” Buck says once they’re shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk, going towards an unspecified location at a very rapid speed, like Eddie is trying to leave his embarrassment as far behind as possible. “What do you mean you don’t like kissing?”  Eddie’s cheeks redden impossibly further, the color spreading down his neck and up his ears. Buck wonders whether his skin would feel warm to the touch, whether he’d get burnt if he rested his fingertips right on Eddie’s pulse point under his jawline. Buck has to clench the fingers of his empty hand to resist the temptation find out for himself. “I didn’t say I don’t like kissing,” Eddie clarifies, his eyes shifting around like he’s making sure no one gets too close to them and hears their conversation. “I like kissing just fine, it’s… Kissing. All I said is that I’ve just never gotten the fuss about it.” 

i'm tagging @hattalove @clusterbuck @capseycartwright @bibuddie @usereddie @wh0re-behavi0r & @transboybuckley in wip wednesday if they so like to share.

[mirohlayo]

YOUR PRECIOUS ATTENTION | LN4

( lando doesn't like when you give your attention to someone else, when all he wants is to be with you )

warning : fluff, some jealousy

word count : 2.7k

!! english not my first language !!

you greet acquaintances as you walk and try to find your way in the paddock. you walk towards the McLaren garage and then your eyes search for your boyfriend. shortly after, you find him next to oscar and some engineers. they're talking and have serious faces. you want to greet them (lando actually) but you decide to not intrude their conversation because it looks serious and important, probably about the qualifications. so you wait. a little long. maybe a little too long. lando doesn't seem to have noticed you. well actually you arrived 30 minutes earlier than expected and that's why lando have no idea that you are here, waiting for him.

so you keep waiting. and waiting. time passes and now you've been waiting for 20 minutes. you know very well that the conversation was going to last a little longer, races are really important for lando and his team because it's their jobs. so instead of wasting your time and wait for him, you decide to take a walk inside the paddock, because as time passed you got bored.

a lot of people are present of course. engineers, journalists, racing teams, staff and the drivers' friends and family. but now you're used to that crowd. you're dating lando for quite a while now and attending almost all his races enabled you to be comfortable with this environment and atmosphere. and actually you really enjoy it. being able to meet new people, having funny conversations with them, the stressful feeling of races and qualifications, happiness when the racing team does a good job. you know that you're a very lucky person to have access to all of that.

you keep walking slowly, observing here and there around the paddock. then you find hamilton, saying goodbye to some guys and he notices you right after. you smile at him as he walks towards you, smiling back to you. he stops himself in front of you.

- nice to see you here y/n ! he says with a great smile.

- nice to see you too lewis ! you answered.

- why you're taking a walk alone ? he frowns a bit and then raises his brows like he found something. your boyfriend is too occupied right ?

you laugh and nod.

- yeah, looks like he was having a serious conversation with the engineers, i didn't want to intrude. but it's okay, i enjoy walking alone around the paddock.

- would you like to walk with me a bit then ? i've finished checking things with my team and i'm not gonna lie i need some distraction, he adresses to you a big smile.

part of you want to decline your friend's offer but you remember lando is still in the mclaren garage and if you join him now he'd probably be still here talking, not having time for you. and it's been a while since you last spoke with lewis.

- okay, let's go. but just for like 10 minutes, otherwise lando will wonder where i am and search for me all around the paddock, you say in a grin.

- don't worry, i won't take up too much of his girlfriend's time, he joked.

you guys start to walk slowly, enjoying the presence of each other. lewis is actually a good friend of you. well it's thanks to him that you're now lando's girlfriend. you're one of his closest friend, you know him for some years now. one day, he asked you to come to watch him pilot. you said that you didn't have the time, too busy with your job. he had to beg you and made you free up time to come over and watch a grand prix. finally, you gave up and went a sunday to the race. and you don't regret coming that day, because it's when you met for the first time lando. and now he's your boyfriend. lewis really deserves an appreciation for that.

- when i think that at the beginning you were a supporter of Mercedes, he grin and look down at your mclaren hoodie. the number 4 was on the back of it.

- guess tastes change, you answered playfully.

- especially not because of one particular boy, he's now giving you a implicit look.

- oh please shut up, you say in a smile and hit his shoulder.

he laugh at you. sometimes you forget lewis can be very teasing when he wants.

- but it's okay, i like lando. especially because he got me rid of an irritating girl, he jokes and can't hide his vicious smile.

- you lewis !! you give him a blow in the ribs and  shoot a black look. you try to bite back a smile but his laugh and teasing can't help it.

- i'm not going to remind you that roscoe loves me more than you, you tease him. and well, it's the truth.

- don't even try to continue on this topic. you know it breaks my heart y/n, he says and place his hand over his heart like he was hurt.

- so dramatic, you laugh and roll your eyes.

you can't deny it but your teasing game with lewis is something that you really like. you missed these interactions with your friend. and so does he.

you both are so into your teasing game that you don't even realizes you're now in front of the mclaren paddock. and what you also didn't noticed was how lando is looking at you two.

he finished his checking conversation with the engineers and oscar not so long ago. he thought that you were already in the garage waiting for him. but how suprised he was when he found out you were not here. first, he thought you were just in the toilets, or in his drivers room. so he calmed down a bit and went to his room. but you were not here too. then he started looking for you, searching everywhere until he finds you here in front of him, laughing and joking with hamilton. you look happy, looking at him with a playful look and smile, slapping his arm and then shoot him back a black look trying not to burst out laughing at the dumb things he says.

lando can't help but felt his heart tightens. the way you are just having a fun time with lewis, laughing like it is the funniest moment of your life, your hand touching his shoulder so that you don't lose your balance because you have this habit of almost falling to the ground when you're laughing to hard. and that usually happens when you are with lando, when he makes you laugh because oh he loves the sound of your laugh and your big smile, especially when he's the reason of it. but seeing you in this exact state with his driver friend instead of him, he just doesn't like that at all. yeah, he hates it. and he also feel guilty about it. he likes hamilton because he's his friend, but above all because it's thanks to him that you're his girlfriend.

he feel like he has no right to feel like that, because originally you are a friend of hamilton and he met you after him, when you were already one of his closest friends. if lewis didn't bring you that sunday, lando wouldn't be bere to be yours. but he also can't stand seeing you being so close to him, like it's just the two of you against the world. he just wants to be the only one for you, to be the only one that make you smile and laugh like that. just him and you. just you giving him all your attention. maybe he was just a bit insecure.

he sigh and take a deep breath. then he walks towards you two. he stop himself behind you and in front of the other driver and you are still laughing like kids until lewis notices him.

- looks like the prince if finally here for his princess, lewis says earning a grin from lando.

- yes, i come to save her, he reply in a grin but with an annoying tone, that he hopes you haven't heard. it comes harsher than he wanted.

- i am a troublemaker or something ? lewis joked and tease his friend.

- of course you are, you're always bothering me when lando is not here ! you say, still teasing him.

- oh stop i already know you loves him so much and would rather be with him than me in any situations, the mercedes driver give a playful look to the mclaren driver while saying this to you.

- of course, he's lando norris. how can i not love him ? you reply softly.

lando feel his heart lights. he can't help but smile at your sweet words. you look so in love with him it just makes lando so so happy. he drop his gaze on you and you give him a big smile, the one he cherishes with all of his heart. he wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close to his body.

- oh please don't do that in front of me, lewis says and act like he was disgusted, just to tease and bother you.

- not my fault if you don't have someone to hug, you reply, defending you and your boyfriend.

- yes it is, he reply back to back.

- no, it is not.

and like that you guys keep arguing about why lewis never hugs people and that he's maybe in need of affection. and lando was just there, trying to follow the debate.

you are just giving almost all of your attention to hamilton instead of him. and lando just hates that. he just want to run away from you and eclipse himself for the whole day, distancing himself from you until you give him your divine attention. maybe he is childish for thinking like that, but he just feels so jealous right now. for him, lewis is just stealing his girl. he should be the one debating with her, not the one who is here on the side and just standing like a bot. he is getting more jealous and angry. and he doesn't like that.

so, instead of just explodes in front of you two, he try to get your attention by squishing your hand, or your waist. reaching his hand to replace a strand of hair on your face, pull the sleeve of your hoodie, randomly kissing quickly your cheeks or the back of your hand. he just keeps touching you gently and softly and each time you look up at him and give him some bit of attention he feels relieve and happiness fills his body. but not a second later you're back talking and laughing with lewis. and then he can't stand it anymore.

he walks away from you and left you here with hamilton, not even daring to look back. he feels like an idiot for his shit behavior towards you and his mate but he gets sick by just seeing you so close with an another man than him. he knows damn well jealousy is not something good in a relationship, but he's so done. he is so annoyed and irritated by what happened that he completely forgot he has the qualifying. he enter the mclaren garage in a virulent way, and some people notice it, oscar being one of them.

- hey mate, you look like you're going to kill someone, oscar joked as he comes closer to the driver.

- maybe because that's what's going to happen, lando reply in a irritating tone.

oscar get silent for a moment and frown. he examines lando's expression.

- what happened ? he asked cautiously, not wanting to make things getting worse.

- nothing, don't worry, lando reply coldly.

- you're sure ?

lando turn to face his teammate and calm down a bit. he sigh and pat his shoulder to reassure him.

- yeah, just some silly things i think about. he pause for a second and then he gives him a determined look. let's do our best for the qualifying mate !

oscar smiles and nod his head, even though he's still worried about his friend statement.

and then, the qualifying takes place.

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you're now waiting for your boyfriend in his drivers room. you know something bad happened, or maybe you did something wrong but the way your lover just left you in the middle of the paddock like an abandoned child makes you worrying about him. he looked angry, furious and frustrated because his walk wast fast and he didn't even look back. you want to know and understand why he reacts like that.

the race just finish some minutes ago, and lando will come soon into his driver room to dropped some stuff out as usual.

and then the door opens. you meet his eyes, and they're a lot of different emotions in it when he realizes that you're here. you stand up and guide yourself to him.

- lan, you whisper softly.

you try to approach him but he moves and take a step back. you're hurt.

- can we talk about what happened please ? i know something bother you.

he lift up his head to meet your gaze. and he didn't expect to see your hurt expression on your face. now he feels even more guilty than during the race. because yes, he regretted his behavior and how childish he was towards you when he was on the track. he couldn't concentrate fully on the race because of you and his shit actions. and now seeing you in this state makes him want to kiss you and hold you tight. his heart is crying.

- yeah, sure.

- why did you walk away like that ? something happened i know it, you start.

he avoid your gaze and start playing with his fingers. he's nervous. he does not want to reveal that he was so jealous of lewis because you would think he's such a kid and immature. a moment of silence fill the air. you notice that he looks nervous, so you try to help him.

- it is because of me ? you ask gently.

- not really, he answers still not looking at you.

- lando tell me what's wrong. i want to know because i'm confused and i don't want you to keep things to yourself. you can talk to me baby.

- i'm so sorry love, he says. then the second later, you're in his strong arms. he pulls you very close to his body and hide his face in your neck. so so sorry. i didn't intend to hurt you.

you sigh and gently rub his back.

- i'm not. just tell me how you feel lan. i promise i already forgave you, just tell me about your feelings please.

he goes silent for a minute, keeping you close to him.

- it's just... i didn't like the way the two of you interacted later. you were laughing a lot because of lewis and you kept making jokes with him. and i felt like you were ignoring me and enjoyed more his presence than mine. i don't like when you're close to an other man. i want you just for myself. i know this is selfish and childish because originally you're one of his closest friend but you were giving all of your attention to him instead of me. i was huh... jealous.

you move a bit away just to look at his face. you can see how guilty and hurt he is, like he was begging your pardon through his eyes. this picture breaks your heart in two. sometimes you feel like you don't deserve him.

- ohh my sweet boy... i understand how you feel. you have the right to feel like that. i was having fun with lewis because it's been a long time since we last saw each other and i didn't even think that it could have affected you so much. i'm so sorry love... so sorry. you know i also want to keep you all to myself.

- we're quits i guess.

you laugh softly and hug him. his hands rub your back slowly.

- i just want your precious attention y/n, lando says close to your lips.

- now you'll have it lando, you reply in a grin.

he smiles wide and pulls you closer. god he just loves you so so much, it sometimes hurts. he leans in and kisses you, squeezing your waist as you cup his face in your hands.

and you'll never leave his side, giving him all your attention for the rest of the day. and the rest of the week-end.

[mymindcreatedthis]

Bonmati 18+

Aitana Bonmati x Reader

I apologize if there’s any mistakes I didn’t have to time proofread it.

Word count: 2,320

Warning: Smut, Teasing, Leg trapping Unprotected sex, Creampies, blow job, Throat pie, hair pulling, squirting, cumshot, Daddy kink, rough sex. positions: Doggy, Cowgirl, Missionary.

*Y/n's pov*

I sit next to my phone sweating bullets as I wait for a certain phone call. Coach paid me a visit during one of my college soccer games. She told me that I had some serious skill and wanted to invite me to their next camp.

After an hour of waiting my phone starts ringing. I grab my phone and click accept.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hi, may I speak to Y/n?" They ask.

"This is her." I say.

"Hi Y/n this is The coach of the Women's Barcoelona Femeni team.” They say.

"Hi coach, how are you?" I say.

"Good, thank you." Coach says.

"I wanted to call you and inform you that you've been selected to join us at our next camp next week." Coach says.

"Thank you so much coach! I won't let you down." I say.

"Good. I'm hoping you keep that promise. Your flight is August 12th at 3 am. You'll go to the closest airport to you, someone from the team will pick you up. I'll give you more info once you get to camp. See you then, enjoy the rest of your night." Coach says.

"Thank you coach. See you then." I say.

Coach hangs up the phone ending the call.

My phone pings letting me know that I have a new text message. I see that it's a text message from Aitana Bonmoti.

Aitana: Hi Y/n! I just wanted to reach out and let you know that I will be picking you up from the airport. We'll also be roommates this camp, can't wait to meet you in person.

Me: Hey Aitana! Thank you for the information, can't wait to meet you in person along with the rest of the team.

Aitana: Can't wait to meet you either. The girls are excited to meet you too.

Me: Same! But hey I'm gonna finish packing and go to bed so I'll text you later.

Aitana: Okay, good night. Talk to you later.

I turn off my phone, and put it on the charger. I get ready for bed, I brush my teeth and lay down in bed. Immediately falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

*Day of Camp*

My alarm goes off, I turn off my alarm and get up. I go into the bathroom, I do my business and start the shower. I shower and get changed into new clothes. I brush my teeth and hair, once I'm done in the bathroom I come back into the room.

I grab my things, I put on my shoes. I leave my house and lock up on mg way out the door and get a cab to the airport. We get to the airport, I thank the driver and pay them.

I grab my things and go into the airport. I get through security etc, and get to my gate. I hand the lady my ticket, and board my flight. Once everyone is boarded we take off.

Me and Aitana have been texting back and forth a lot and have gotten to know each other really well. I know a lot about her and she knows that I'm intersex.

I'm not a transgender, I was born a girl but instead of being born with a Virginia I was born with a dick. The plane lands, I grab my carry on and get off the plane.

I get my suit case and go outside. I get outside and wait for Aitana to come and pick me up. A van pulls up and Aitana steps out, she waves me over. She helps me put my things in the trunk.

We hug each other. "It's so good to finally meet you in person." Aitana says.

"You too." I say smiling.

We get in the van, I get in the drivers seat. Aitana was in the passenger seat, I type the address to the hotel In the gps and start driving. It was 4 am so it was dark out.

Aitana places her hand on my inner thigh. I bite my lip as she slightly squeezes my inner thigh, I moan.

"F-Fuck Aitana S-Stop teasing." I moan.

Aitana smirks. She raises her hand and rubs my dick over my sweat pants, making me moan more.

"Is someone hard?" Aitana asks smirking as she continues to rub my dick over my pants.

I moan and nod, Aitana smirks. Aitana fiddles with my sweat pants teasing me a bit. Aitana licks her palm her hand goes into my boxers. Aitana slowly strokes my dick.

I moan as Aitana slowly strokes my dick. Aitana stops, she taps my thigh, I get the hint and lift my thighs. Aitana slides my sweat pants and boxers down my legs.

My massive boner springs out once it's freed from its confinement. She spits on my dick, she covers it in spit and starts stroking my dick a bit faster.

"F-Fuck." I moan.

I keep my eyes on the road as Aitana continues to give me a hand job.

"Shit baby, you're so big." Aitana says admiring the size of my dick.

"T-Thanks." I moan.

Once my dick is hard Aitana leans over and takes my dick in her mouth. Aitana slowly bobs her head, she chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.

Aitana bobs her head a bit faster. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Ah F-Fuck, I'm close." I moan.

Aitana hums against my dick, I moan in pleasure as she bobs her head faster. She reaches down and plays with my balls as she continues to give me head and suck the soul out of my dick.

"Aitana baby. I'm gon-"

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Aitana chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth, Aitana swallows my load and sucks me dry.

We get to the hotel, Aitana helps me pull my boxers and sweat pants back up. I park the van, we grab my things and go into the hotel and head up to our room. We get to the room and go inside, I close the door behind us and lock it.

Luckily we had the day off tomorrow so we can sleep in. Aitana puts my stuff to the side, I take off my shoes and set them to the side. Aitana grabs my hand and leads me to the bed, Aitana pushes me back onto the bed making me sit in the edge of the bed.

Aitana looks at me and smirks. "We started something that we didn't finish."

Aitana takes off her shirt and bra and tosses them to the side. Aitana takes off her sweat pants and panties and tosses them to the side leaving her fully naked.

Aitana helps me strip off all my clothes and pushes me back onto the bed. Aitana climbs on top of me, she pushes my tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick taking my dick deep inside her.

We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Fuck your so tight and wet."

"All for you baby." Aitana moans.

We both moan in pleasure as I'm inside her. I let Aitana adjust to my size.

"Fuck I thought you were big in my mouth. I feel full with you deep inside me." Aitana moans.

Aitana places her hands on my boobs and slowly slides up and down on my dick. I moan and place my hands in her hips, as she starts to slide up and down on my dick.

I moan in pleasure. "Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me."

Aitana smirks and goes a bit faster. Aitana moves up and down on my dick faster and faster. We both moan in pleasure as she slides up and down on my dick a bit faster.

I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"I'm close." I moan.

"Me too baby. Fill me up, fill me up with your load." Aitana moans and goes faster and harder.

I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Aitana moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her and paint her walls white.

I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs Aitana slowly gets off my dick. Cum oozes out of her pussy and drips onto my lap, my dick and onto the sheets.

Aitana moves to the middle of the bed and gets in doggy position. She shakes her ass a bit. "Is that all you got daddy? Or do you wanna keep going?"

I smirk and get behind her. I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. We both moan once my dick is back inside her. I grab her hip and reach up and pull her hair with one hand, we both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Faster daddy, faster." Aitana moans.

I pull her hair a bit more and grip her hip as I thrust in and out of her faster and faster.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Aitana screams in pleasure as I go at an angle and pound her g spot.

"F-Fuck I'm squirting." Aitana screams in pleasure.

Aitana screams in pleasure and squirts all over my abs, thighs and dick and all over the sheets. I moan and continue to pound her g spot going faster and faster than before.

"Fuck baby right there! Don't stop in close." Aitana screams in pleasure.

"Me too." I moan in pleasure as I pound into her faster and harder.

My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and go at an angle, we both moan as I pound her g spot. I moan as I feel myself getting close.

"F-Fuck I'm close." I moan.

"Me too, Don't stop. Fill me up, drain your balls in me." Aitana moans.

I pound her g spot as fast and as hard as I can go. Aitana screams in pleasure and cums all over my dick and the bed.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load inside her. Aitana moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Aitana ride out her high, once we both finish cumming I pull out of her. Cum drips out of her and oozes down her thighs and drips onto my dick and onto the bed.

"Get up." Aitana says.

I do as she says, I get off the bed. Aitana scoots closer to the edge of the bed and lays in her back. She spreads her legs and holds them up. I rub my dick through her folds then slowly push my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

"Ahh so wet and warm." I moan.

I help Aitana hold her legs up as I slowly thrust in and out of her. I pick up the pace and go a bit faster.

Aitana pulls me down towards her and wraps her arms and legs around me holding me close to her. Leg trapping me so I can’t pull out, She makes out with me as I continue to fuck the day light out of her going faster and faster.

My balls continue to slap against her skin as I make out with her and pound her pussy. Aitana moans in the kiss, I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I continue to fuck her faster and harder.

"Does this feel good baby?" I moan.

"So fucking good. I love when you stretch out my walls with your dick." Aitana moans.

"You're such a slut for daddy's cock and cum aren't you?" I ask teasing her.

"Such a slut, make me your cum dumpster." Aitana moans.

I pound into her g spot faster and harder.

"Right there! Right there! I'm gonna squirt!" Aitana screams in pleasure.

I go faster and harder, Aitana screams in pleasure and squirts all over my dick and on the floor. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"S-Shit I'm close." I moan.

"Me too, don't stop." Aitana moans.

I keep going as I pick up the pace faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

After 5 more seconds I feel my balls tighten letting me know I'm about to cum at any second.

Cumshot:

I quickly pull out, I stroke my dick fast and bust my load all over Aitana’s pussy, stomach, abs, tits and some goes on her face.

I moan as I continue I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum on her. I moan and stroke my dick slowly coming down from my high the last of my cum oozing onto her.

"Ahh fuck." I mutter, my legs shake and buckle in pleasure as the last of my cum oozes on her.

"Fuck that was amazing." Aitana moans.

"Fuck you aren't lying. Your pussy was too tight for me to handle. I emptied my balls in you." I say panting.

Aitana giggles and kisses me. "You have amazing dick game baby."

Aitana gets up and goes into the bathroom and starts the shower leaving me to catch my breath and gather my thoughts trying to figure out what just happened.

[bruhnze]

Apple tarts and tiramisu - part 3 - Lucy Bronze x reader

Other parts: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Lucy Bronze x Barista!reader

Summary: this story takes place in 2022, when Lucy just moved to Barcelona, ​​all fictional of course.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3k? Maybe a bit over that .. warning, i didn't proofread..

Apple tarts and tiramisu 3

You dropped besides her on the bed out of breath and laid on your back panting.

"You are so good in bed" Lucy said after a bit "you probably won't believe me but usually others can't really make me cum"

You laughed because not only did you make her come multiple times in the past couple of hours, yesterday you had also made her come twice and that happend pretty quickly if you remembered it right "yeah right, you dont have to try to make me feel good, i already do" you chuckled.

Lucy rolled her eyes "i told you you wouldn't believe me, but now your even laughing at me ouch" she put her hand on her chest and faked being offended.

You climbed on top of her "aw sorry did i hurt your feelings" you sarcasticly said "Do i have to make up for it with another orgasm?" You traced you fingertips at certain parts of Lucy's body, resulting in the exact reaction from her body you had hoped "see, we just did all that and you still can't get enough" you came closer to her ear and wispered "if anything, i think your easy".

Lucy's jaw dropped open, she was usually, almost always, the one who would take the lead in the bedroom with her previous partners.

Lucy couldn't believe what you did and how much effect it had on her.

You broke the tension "but sadly im totally done for" you sighed and stepped out off the bed "shall we take a shower?"

She looked at you confused and with refueld desire "are you just gonna- now you want too-

You smirked and then joked "yeah im not an athlete like you,.. i should probably work on my stamina"

She groaned "sure you dont want to come back to the bed for a minute"

"Lucy," you laughed "if i lay down one more second i am a thousand percent sure i will fall asleep"

"Okay" she sighed "lets take a shower then".

////

The following days were quite busy for Lucy, she wouldn't be free until next sunday. You had asked her if she usually only had an off-day on sundays.

''Hmm, yeah i guess, sunday is supposed to be my rest day, because it's usually the day after the match, so then i shouldn't do too much, saturday's before games are also free time, but then i have to be even more carefull. But my scedule is very versatile, so i just try to live day-to-day really. I look at my agenda weekly and keep it at that''. Had her answer been.

You had a lot of respect for her, you knew she loved football but it was truly a life dedication to play for Barca, you imagined the pay would be quite good but you didn't know if you would trade your own simplistic for such a hectic one.

You thought about how things would be if you and Lucy would get together as a couple one day and daydreamed about it during your whole monday shift.

Lucy had told you she had a busy day that monday and besides that, you weren't sure if she would get her matcha at your coffee shop still after the weekend you had. You didn't know why you had the thought because the two of you had basicaly been texting ever since you left her house that night until she, and you, had to go to sleep. That morning you had recieved a goodmorning text and you had send one back, you had already opened the shop. When she send a picture of her brushing her teeth, you send her one back of you preperaring the coffee machine, deserving a ''cute x'' You didn't know what to reply so you had just replied ''no you x'' After that it had been quiet, resulting in you daydreaming the whole shift.

Around noon your phone buzzed again, for the umpteenth time this day you quickly checked if it was Lucy. Normaly your phone was on silent when you worked, but today you were so eager to recieve another text from the woman that had taken over your thoughts that you had left it on vibration mode.

You smiled, your lockscreen said 'Lucy apple tart send an image , unlock to see.'

You opened it and saw a selfie of her with a sweaty face on some kind of massage table.

@Lucy apple tart: still think im cute 🙃?

@y/n: yes but what are you doing, getting massages?

@y/n: thought you had training 😂

@Lucy apple tart: just done training, and this is physio btw not massages

@Lucy apple tart: although we get those too sometimes, but thats more a recovery thing

@y/n: ah, got it, when is your next game?

@Lucy apple tart: saturday why

@y/n: you have to recover after that right

@Lucy apple tart: yup

@y/n: need a masseur?

@Lucy apple tart: 👀

@y/n: 👀

@Lucy apple tart: its a nearby away game which means i will be back v late 😔

@y/n: ah and sleep is the most important recovery!

@Lucy apple tart: wise and pretty you are!

@y/n: thats just me quoting my PE teacher friend, she's quite a serious gym girl haha

@Lucy apple tart: the one u took to the game?

@y/n: yes shes my bestfriend

@Lucy apple tart: can i meet her sometimes? she sounds v nice

@y/n: bet she would love that

@Lucy apple tart: cool

@Lucy apple tart: if you want it could be at the game saturday?

@y/n: maybe a bit too public no?

@Lucy apple tart: GIF

@y/n: sticker

@y/n: cant be seen in public with u

@Lucy apple tart: 😂😂

@y/n: but fr?

@Lucy apple tart: love that you care and take my side in to perspective x

@Lucy apple tart: but ill fix tickets thatll get you access to the lounge before and after the game, we wont be there before the game but after we will, and then i could meet her?

@y/n: really

@Lucy apple tart: yeah im excited to meet your friend, usually that comes before the parents right

@y/n: lol u already met my mom tho

@Lucy apple tart: 😳

@y/n: well (yfs/n) will be v excited

@Lucy apple tart: im too!

You took a screenshot of the conversation to send to your bestfriend to tell her that she had been invited.

You wrote ''Espero que encara sigueu lliure, vau ser convidat per la mateixa senyoreta abs xx'' (hope your free, you were invited by miss abs herself xx) send her the screenshot.

One second later you realised you had send it back to Lucy.

@y/n: fuck

@y/n: wait dont translate pls

@y/n: just wanted to send yfs/n that she should keep her saturday empty

@Lucy apple tart: 😂😂😂😂Lucy apple tart

@y/n: omg

@y/n: didnt even remember that i had put that as your name

@y/n: 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

@Lucy apple tart: senyoreta abs 👀

@y/n: nooo abs is something else in catalan

@Lucy apple tart: what does it mean then?

@y/n: it means absolutely :)

@Lucy apple tart: ah okay!

..you texted your friend the screenshot and one of this part of the conversation..

@y/n: my excuse was terrible wasnt it

@Lucy apple tart:😂

@y/n: sry for objectifying you 😔

@Lucy apple tart: nah you give the best nicknames lmao

@y/n: really?

@Lucy apple tart: yh i cant pick if i like guapa or senorita abs best

@y/n: senyoreta abs

@Lucy apple tart: 😂 okay that ll be it then

@y/n: no you wrote spanish dummy

@Lucy apple tart: oop, senyoreta abs*

@y/n: good

@Lucy apple tart: good girl?

@y/n: now your pushing it apple tart!

@Lucy apple tart: sticker

@y/n: Sticker

@Lucy apple tart: ah shit gtg

@Lucy apple tart: ttyl pretty girl

@y/n: sticker

////

''I love this for you'' your friend said to you as you were sitting in the car driving to the stadium one town away ''and that you sent her the screenshot omg, so funny''.

''i felt so dumb omg'' you replied in Catalan ''but luckily she passed all the tests, she's not stuck up at all'.

Your friend quirked an eyebrow ''all the tests?''

''yeah, the putellas shirt? and now this too, she didn't even tease me about it'' you said.

''Maybe she's saving that'' your friend grinned.

You had told her to very detail about your experiences in bed with the dark-haired defender. The two of you always shared everything, eventhough her story's would be about men and yours about women.

''Stop it!'' you kept one hand on the steering wheel and with the other you poked her side ''and you will not say anything embarrasing about me later''.

''i wont y/n'' your friend said truthfully, but jokingly added ''i love getting to watch these games from the stands, im not going to take risks and end up behind the TV again''.

''good keep thinking about that'' you said.

''you aren't nervous are you?'' she asked

'' a little bit maybe, but i dont really know why, just healthy nerves i guess'' you stared at the road.

''hm, well im there to hold your hand'' she said and rubbed your arm affirmatively.

''Thank you''

..

''by the way, i wanted to pick up going to the gym a bit more if you still wanted me to come with? '' you asked.

''ugh i hate the fact that i know your motivation is sex but i love that you finally want to come so ill take it'' your friend groaned.

''what?''

''nah dont play stupid, you told me yourself that you lacked stamina to keep up with her''.

''Sorry sometimes i forget we share too much with eachother'' you groaned back

''nuh uh no such thing as oversharing'' her smile came back ''i love hearing about your life and i love oversharing mine''

''yeah true that, how did that date go anyways?''

''thuesday?''

''yeah''.

////

It was after the game. Your friend and you had watched Barca beat Girona FC with 1-4. It had been a scary start, as Girona had been 1-0 ahead, but overall Barca had been the better party.

''Here'' your friend handed you a drink ''got it from there'' she pointed at a bar in the corner.

There were quite a few people hanging around in the lounge. You saw your friend observing everyone ''recognise annyone?''

Your friend laughed ''yeah it's funny, i see some family members of the players'' she nodded in a direction ''i believe that is Olga, she's Putellas girl''.

''How do you know?''

''Instagram'' she replied ''honestly i cant believe how bad you're living under a rock, even now, i would've been searching the whole internet if my girlfriend was famous, you have-

''she's not my girlfriend'' you hissed as your cheeks got flushed.

''oh sorry'' your friend smirked but when she saw your face she said ''ill behave''.

''Good, corazón de melón''

Your friend cringed, she hated when you used that nickname. But when she looked over your shoulder her face came back to a smile ''if that isn't senyoreta abs''.

You turned around shamefully quick and saw a few Barca players entering the lounge, freshly showered and dressed in a tracksuit.

You turned back to your friend wanting to ask were, but when you saw a stupid grinn on her face you know she had fooled you.

''ahhh you shouldve seen how quickly you turned'' she burst out laughing.

''Something funny?'' you heard a farmilliar face.

This time you turned around more slowely ''Lucy?''

''heyy you remembered my name'' Lucy said as she walked over to the two of you and gave you a hug.

''well this is yfs/n'' you looked over to your friend ''yfs/n this is Lucy''.

''yep i knew'' your friend said unusually shy.

You chuckled ''where did your big mouth go, it's just lucy''.

Lucy became also a bit shy ''hey yfs/n heard so many good things about you., can i hug you?''

''yeah ofcourse'' your friend said enthousiasticly.

The three of you chatted for a while and when the players left the room one by one , Lucy was the only player left in the lounge.

When your friend and Lucy talked about a subject you didn't really care for, sports, you're eyes wandered around the room.

''eh Luce, dont want to be a buzz kill but your mates have left''

''Oh shit'' Lucy said ''thanks, should probably get running, dont want to miss the bus''.

She dapped your friend up, which made you frown, but then gave you a hug. ''bye pretty girl'' she wispered in you ear.

As she walked off you said ''bye apple tarts'' but you doubted she heared it.

////

You were back in your apartment, you had dropped of your friend at hers and was now walking to your bed, dieing for something more comfy to wear.

Your phone rang, it was Lucy.

''Hey'' Lucy said carefully.

''what's up'' you said as you had the phone between your ear and shoulder pulling of your pants and socks.

''Hello to you too'' lucy laughed ''wanted to ask if you got home safe''

''sorry'' you laughed back ''im multitasking, but yes im at home''

''oh what are you doing?'' She asked sincere, truely curious what you were up too.

You snickered ''well if you need to know, im getting undressed''

''oh, really'' she said cheeky

Your phone buzzed and you took it in your hand to look.

*FaceTime request from Lucy apple tarts*

''ohh nooo apple tarts, cheeky bastard'' you laughed.

''ugh, worth a try'' she pouted true the phone.

''If you really want a peek you'd have to come here'' you teased

''Well,.. i guess i still have that offer for a massage to take you up on'' she said.

In the same tone she used you replied ''yeah i guess you do, you should probably cash that, never know when it will expire''.

////

You had taken out oil from somewhere and lit a candle, on the bed you had placed two folded towels and a white bathrobe.

''hello'' you called true the intercom as Lucy had buzzed it.

In the time it had took her to come to you, which had been suprisingly little, you had put on some lingerie and on top of that a oversized shirt.

''y/n'' she said as you opened the door.

''hey Luce-'' you said with a dopey smile.

''what? were are you smiling at?'' She asked and looked at her sweater, thinking she had maybe spilled something.

''No silly'' you stepped into her space ''happy i can finally kiss you again''.

''hmm'' lucy said as she came closer to your mouth with her own ''yeah finally indeed''.

...

''wow, you have prepared'' Lucy smiled

''yeah, you can wear the robe i guess, i have to admitt i dont realllyy know what im doing''.

''hm'', Lucy grinned ''well im with you, i only know sportsmassages and than im in my kit'', ''or underwear''.

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow ''underwear''

''yeah you know, sportsbra'' she lifted her shirt a bit and pointed at her briefs ''boxers''.

''ohhhh underwear'' you sarcasticly replied ''okay so, underwear? or i could put those towels over you''.

''mkay'' Lucy grinned ''if you insist, i wouldn't have minded to be bare''.

''well we haven't started yet, you could-

''no ill take that towel'' she smirked ''for over my butt''.

...

you had spent a fair time kneeding Lucy's back muscles and shoulders and was now busy on her hamstrings.

''very thight'' you said, not realising how dirty that sounded.

Lucy hadn't picked up on it either and groaned ''yeah especially that left one''

You moved to her left.

''ah yeah, there'' ''uhg, a litte more le- ahrggghh yeah like that'''.

The sounds Lucy made and the words she grunted had you blushing.

You went to her calves for a bit before retrieving back to her hamstrings creeping up slowely but surely. Your hands were already pretty far under the towel, but the towel had been so big that when you had folded it double, it still covered way to much area for your liking.

''i think i have to get the towel out of the way'' you say ''cant reach your gluteus maximus''.

Lucy laughed into the bed ''if you want to touch my butt just ask''.

''no'' you stayed in your role ''this is a sportsmassage, cant ignore the largest muscle of the body, can i''.

''Calling my ass fat'' she snickered

''You think its funny?''' You said smugly and experimentally gave a little smack to her butt.

'Agh' a moan escaped her throath.

You massaged her ass, grabbing hands full and kneeded it. Before you tracked back to her muscles, continuing the 'sports' massage.

You didnt know if you saw it right, but you thought you saw her lifting her butt just a bit from the bed.

You stood up. "Turn around?" You asked.

She groaned bit turned around, she didn't bother trying to cover up anymore. Leaving the towel where you had dropped it next to her on the bed.

You shamelessly let your eyes roam her body.

Lucy squirmed under your gaze and reached out to one of your hands and placed it on her body.

"tan bonic" (so beautiful) you said softly almost wispering it.

You traced over her abdomen, feeling the buldging muscles below her skin.

Lucy's nipples hardened, and she grabbed her boobs with her own hands.

"Ey, atura ho" you said with an husk voice "i thought i was giving you the massage".

"O" lucy retracted her hands and laid them back besides her.

The way she obeyed you turned you on increddibly.

You climbed on top of her, sitting on hip height of her body, feeling your pulsating heat press into her body.

You want to reach forward to cup her breasts but the long t-shirt that you wore was caught between your bodies, restricting your movement.

With your knees on either side of Lucy you sit up a bit and pull of the shirt. Leaving you in just your underwear but still more dressed than Lucy is.

"Best massage ever" lucy grinned " a masseuse that takes of her shirt"

"It got in my way" you said a you palmed her chest.

"Im not complaining" she said.

When you took her nipples between your fingers she closed her eyes.

You leaned down to kiss her neck. Making you grind on her a little wich make you realise how wet you were.

Her hands found your hips and encouraged your movement.

You sat up a little bit more searching for the angle that worked best for you.

Lucy looked you in your eyes, you recougnised lust in her eyes.

"Tell me" you pant, slowing your movement "what's your happy ending?"

She tried to read your face, not completely understanding you or wanting to make sure she understanded you correctly.

"Anyting" you wispered ensuring "celebrate the win with me?"

She gulped and sat straight up, your upperbodies were now almost touching as you sat on her lap.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Mhm" you grinned "i can see in your eyes you need something"

Luxy pulled you in for a kiss and turned the two of you so that she was now on top of you.

"I brought something" she wispered "wait for me"

You laughed "no i wont go anywere i promise" after all you were laying in your own bed, you wouldnt even know were to go.

You blew out the candle that you saw was still burning, thinking it was hot enough in the room. And made yourself comfortable.

You realised how late it actually was and thought about the fact that you didnt feel sleepy at all.

If anything you felt adrenaline, curious about the thing Lucy had brought.

You didnt have to wait for an awnser long because Lucy stepped back into the room.

You saw her wearing a strap-on, with a black harness.

Lucy looked at you waiting for a respons.

When she didnt move, you stood up from the bed and walked her way.

You gave her a little kiss on her bottom lip and then went to her cheek.

"Hey" you said in her ear and turned to kiss her neck. You felt her shiver below your tender kisses.

"Hey" lucy said back "what do you think?" She asked carefully.

"I think your hot" you said softly biting her skin "and maybe you should carrie me to the bed" you hand felt up her stomach and went to her bicep.

Lucy smiled "you ike me muscles pretty girl?"

Her voice was low and she sounded more english, you took it as a sign that she was just as turned on as you.

She grabbed your ass and effortlessly lifted you up. You sat against the thick plastic item attached to Lucy.

You groaned, the 'massage' you had given lucy and the grinding on Lucy had already worked you up so much that you were sure you didnt need much to come undone.

Lucy turned around before the bed and sat down with you on her lap.

The two of you became entangled in a heavy make out session.

She was such a good kisser, you lost yourself in the kiss and your hips moved on their own.

She broke away from the kiss, placing a few more on your lips.

"Want to ride me?"

"Mhmm yeah" you moaned out, imagening feeling her inside already.

You stepped of her lap and quickly took of the pieces you were still wearing.

Lucy scootched back on the bed. Leaning her back against the headboard.

She looked at you with a glistering in her eyes. "la chica mas bonita" (the prettiest)

You smiled and got back on the bed, taking place on her thighs.

"cant wait to have you on my cock" Lucy said as she rubbed your upper thighs and hips.

You looked at her with wide eyes, not expecting those words.

"sorry, too much?

You didnt answer but kissed her. She returned the same energy but let yku lead the kiss.

When you broke the kiss you wispered " want to feel you inside me luce"

She guided you on to her strap, you lowered yourself carefully.

You closed your eyes and your hands found Lucy's abdomen to stabilise yourself.

She replaced her hands so they were a bit more on your ass rather then your hips and leaned in to kiss your neck.

The movement with her inside you set a low moan free from your throath.

She kissed your neck softly.

Once you had adjusted to the object that was within you, you began to move slowly.

"Lucy you feel so good" you said grinding down on her.

She kneeded your ass and sat up straighter, you removed your arma from inbetween the two of you to around her. Pulling her even more close to you.

Her mouth working you neck, her hands on your butt and her body coliding with yours in many places by the intimit embrace you shared all took part in the uncontrolable high you experienced.

You cried out Lucy's name and digged you nails in her back as you rutted up and down her dick a few more strokes before collapsing against her.

Her fingers traced your back and then went to wipe some strands of hair out of your face "that was amazing" she said with a scrill voice.

"Hmm" you nodded against her neck "you feel amazing, show me how good you can make me feel?"

"now?"

"Mhmm" you groaned "i want you lucy"

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That concludes part 3 😳 hope you liked it

more parts

[melanieph321]

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 4)

Jude Bellingham x Reader - Capture Me Part 2/2

Part 1

Enjoy!

It was strange.

Strange how fast you could fall for a guy. However, Jude was so different from any other guy you've dated.

"So what's it like?"

"What?"

"I dunno, going to uni, being a student?" He was so curious about the slightest details of your life and in a way he admired it, especially your passion for photography.

"It's nice, I guess. Sometimes it feels like I have alot on my plate but knowing I'm doing something I love motivates me to keep going."

"Like me!" He perked up.

"Like you?"

"Yes, me and the way I feel about football." He smiled.

He was so sweet. And refused to let you help pay for dinner. He didn't take you anywhere fancy, but a fancy enough place that let you dine in a private closed off section of the restaurant.

"So what now?" He asked, not hesitating to grab your hand as the two of you left the restaurant and made it out onto the street.

"Don't you have a big game coming up?"

"Yeah, it's gonna be fun."

"No, Jude." You stopped walking.

"What?" He frowned.

"Don't you need to rest ahead of it."

"Sure I do." He nodded.

"Okay, then maybe this should be where we part." You said, an urge to not be the reason why England loses the game against Brazil due to poor performance.

"What do you mean?" He said, with a wrinkled expression.

"I should go home Jude." You said, adjusting your purse.

"Why, didn't you have a good time?"

"I did." You were quick to say, seeing his face falter. "But it's getting late and both of us had a pretty long day today."

He nodded. "You're right."

"I am?"

"Yes. Let's go to my hotel. My car is parked around the corner."

"Wait, what?"

Before you knew it you were in Jude's car, on your way to where he stayed at a hotel in London. He had a big room, the biggest you've ever seen.

"My family is coming tomorrow." He said, when you asked him about it.

"Oh, okay."

"But they won't be here until the afternoon, so you won't have to hurry to get up."

"I see." You muttered, realizing where things were headed. "Jude I don't usually sleep with guy on the first date." You said, a need to set things straight. However Jude's eyes widened in suprise. "I..." He stuttered. "I didn't mean to assume..."

"But you kind of did."

You stood close to the wall, a sudden need to feel in control. Jude noticed this and put his hands up in defense.

"Y/N, I swear, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just that I really like you and don't want this night to end."

You felt the same way. However, you weren't about to break your own rules just because a guy sweeps you off your feet with dinner and a fancy hotel room.

"There is a guestroom." He exclaimed. "You can take if you don't feel comfortable enough staying with me." Jude seemed to really want you to stay the night, despite you having taken sex off the table. "Please Y/N, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Really."

"Jude. I'm not." You slowly approached him, stretching out a hand to caress his face, smiling when he tilted his head to rest against your palm. It then felt natural for you to perk up and peck his lips, startling him with the kiss. Nevertheless, a smile widened his lips. "I don't mind sharing beds." You said. "As long as there's no funny business."

"Deal" He nodded.

And that's how you ended up staying the night with Jude. Turns out he really liked to cuddle.

In the morning, when you were about to leave, Jude effortlessly tried to keep you in bed with him, not agreeing to let you go until you have accepted his invitation to England's game against Brazil.

"Please come." He begged. "My whole family and friends will be there, You'll love them and they'll love you."

You were hesitant at first, things moving a bit too fast for your liking, but Jude's enthusiasm was infectious. You agreed to go, making plans to meet up at the stadium the next day.

The next day, you felt akward wearing Jude's football jersey. But he said he would pretend not to recognize you if you didn't. Nevertheless, you cheered him on as he played his heart out on the field. And you met his family and friends, and they were all so warm and welcoming towards you.

As the game came to an end and Jude was reunited with you and his family, his mother slapped her son on the arm and said:

"How come you never told me you had a girlfriend. She's lovely.

Jude turned to you and smiled. "Y/N is not my girlfriend. At least not yet."

You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. You knew that you had found someone special in Jude, and you couldn't wait to see where your relationship would go from here.

Part 1

[chichis-interlude]

things I'm gonna manifest already have.

-My desired face + body (duhh)

-Height reduction (5'7-5'3) bc why not?

-Weight loss (Kim K whooo?)

-Fast metabolism (my big back ahh needs it very much)

-My Pinterest board shopping list (lashes, lip gloss, etc)

-My desired room decor (hello kitty all day nigga!)

-My dad's business flourishing (million dollar baby who??)

-Moving to town (the suburbs are so dead smh)

-British passport for my family + family friends (Nigerian passport is ass ibr)

-Lenient parents (love my ma but she needs to step back sometimes)

-Being famous on social media (the clock app, the bird app, etc)

-Getting all 9s on GCSEs (I'm in y10 but gotta start early n that)

-My desired friend group for 6th form (baddie w her baddie frenns)

-Finding albums of my favourite artist (K.dot + Sade I'm coming for u)

-Thicker, longer hair (still gonna be 4b-4c tho)

-Being VERY sociable (I alr am but I'm tryna be outside dis summer)

-Being able to play the violin (UGHH I forgot everything ab it!)

-Speaking French + Igbo (my mother tongue)

-Having a voice similar to Shinobu Kocho Japanese VA (She's leng)

-Being a terrific writer (making niggas cry bc of books n shi)

-Being very lyrically gifted (freestyles finna be a breeze)

-Being a good rapper + singer (bc why not?)

-Being really fast + good at track (these dogs getting too fast ibr)

-Being good at cooking (gordon Ramsey who?)

-Being good at fighting (saw smb ik get beat up sb on snap + I'm not tryna be the next but my mouth too sharp for my own good.)

-Being good at insults + arguments (I alr am but why not even more?)

-Having my dreams wardrobe (I don't even got a specific style fr)

-Finally buying a HUGE house (house party finna be active)

-Lit sweet 16 (6 months from now as well)

-School being lenient (getting sent to detention for lip gloss is not it)

-Getting that baggg (money is my love language fr)

-My mannn (this is indeed built a nigga but in 6th form)

-Robux, Imvu money and Zepeto money (madre won't get them 4 me)

-EDIT: I can waistline like a Congolese (iykyk)

There's still some more but this is like the summary!

[gareleia]

THE KNITTING SAGA BUT MAKE IT SAD

update: my co-writer friend FINALLY got a tumblr account, so I can tag them now!!

previously: part 1 part 2

next: part 4 part 5

lets talk about relationships, shall we. i'm gonna focus on Athena & Telemachus this time, but Hermes will have his turn later

let's be real, Athena is a hardass. sure, she cares, but she's so emotionally constipated that it really doesn't show that much. especially before she goes through that character development arc after her break up with Odysseus in My Goodbye

(and what a crisis that is)

(because her masterpiece??? failed her??? but she trusted him??? she made him much as in her image as possible??? he was supposed to be perfect???)

(and if he's not perfect, then she failed,,, and she can't fail, she doesn't fail,,, she's a goddess,,, war strategy is her domain, surely there is no way her plan could be flawed,,,)

(what even is the point of her if she's not perfect)

so yeah, she's a hardass. even on baby Telemachus who'd never held a sword before - especially on baby Telemachus, because he's the son of her favored Champion. he may be waaay younger than any of her previous pupils, but she's expecting him to shine just as bright.

Athena, on the first day: let's get down to business! make your father proud! you won't have a weakness! by the time we're done! you're the saddest pupil that I've had! and you haven't got a clue! but I will make a man outta you! Telemachus, a literal toddler, holding a wooden sword as big as himself: ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

and for years to come she trains him relentlessly. she's honestly trying to be nice about it, too. it's just that Athena doesn't do soft or gentle, her default is a neutral face of displeasure, and her idea of encouragement is saying 'you're not as bad as you used to be', or something along these lines.

Telemachus: *succeeds at something* Athena: *raises an eyebrow in a slightly different manner than usually* Telemachus: *le gasp* could it b-be? am I doing a good job??? Athena: it's… acceptable, for your age.

she never once tells him she is proud of him. because surely he already knows. he doesn't need to hear it. his father didn't, after all (ody so fucking did)

and this goes on until Telemachus reaches double digits. then My Goodbye happens, and Athena has Feelings™. she's having an existential crisis, and has to confront the fact that she had done something wrong while training Odysseus, and she can't understand what. which is terrifying, because what if she makes a mistake like that with Telemachus. will he fail her too?

will she have to leave him too, so she doesn't watch him die horribly in a tragedy that could've been prevented if only she had made him see-

so Athena doubles down and starts demanding more and more from Telemachus. the praise goes from sparse to non-existent, and nothing he does seems to be enough anymore. she goes from tough love to borderline verbal abuse, thinking that it's the only way to keep him safe and prepare him for the future.

and Telemachus endures. he has to, because he doesn't want his mother to worry. doesn't want to appear weak. Odysseus had done it, so it's only fair his son should too. and when his dad comes home, he'll be sooo impressed. he can do it!

except…. not really. it's been a losing battle since the beginning, and deep down he knows it. he can't win with Athena, not on his own.

???: if you want to impress her, you'll need the blessing of a certain god! divine intervention! someone who's not afraid to- telemachus: aeolus, what are doing in my closet?!

so anyway, Aeolus and the winions start helping him via winds and stuff, and Telemachus actually starts exceeding everyone's expectations. it's not that he'd been bad before, but he's soft, and not quite strong enough physically to make up for his gentle constitution

everyone is cheering him on. he's the talk of the palace! his mom is so proud! the suitors start sizing him up with consideration instead of dismissing him outright! (and tele, baby, that's not a good thing! ಠ_ಠ). Athena seems pleased for the first time in ages!! but he knows that it's all a lie, and it's killing him.

cause he's a good, honest boye, and he wants to succeed on his own merit, not because of cheating and lying to everyone he loves. that's vile and dishonorable.

que some very important island-wide competition that everyone is expecting him to join and win. maybe it's even his duty as a prince. like, a right of passage from complete boyhood to adolescence.

and there's,,, a lot of pressure on Telemachus to suceed. everyone and their mother are telling him that of course he's got this, he's a prodigy! def his father's son! nobody doubts his incoming victory! he's got this! he definitely won't disappoint them!

random noble: we'll be cheering you on, young prince! truly, we are blessed by the gods to have such a talented successor to the throne! we'll watch with keen eyes as you triumph over your foes and bring even more honor to your family! b(￣▽￣*) telemachus, eye twitching: y-yeah… thank you… (ㆆ _ ㆆ)

so, the night before the competition Telemachus can barely sleep, he's so wrecked by guilt and nerves. he keeps thinking - what would his father do in this situation? all the stories he'd ever heard of Odysseus always painted him as some kind of invincible, righteous, all-capable genius. so the idea of his dad ever grappling with guilt and feelings of inadequacy is just laughable. (oh, if only he knew)

so, he goes to his mom for advice. because Penelope is awesome. but he can't bring himself to admit that's he's cheating - what if she's ashamed of him? he brought dishonor to his father's name, and if anyone knows - will he get exiled?

so yeah, he basically has a panic attack and cries for like, half an hour straight.

telemachus, bawling: if I lose tomorrow, will you hate me? will dad hate me? I can't do anything right and I'm a failure and a horrible person and- just- what do I do, mother? penelope, holding him: oh, love. sometimes you're so similar to your father I wonder if the gods haven't returned him to me in spirit through you.

because no matter what everyone else says, Penelope knows the truth - Odysseus always followed his heart. oh, how he may have tried to forget he had one, to only ever use his head. but a heart he did have - does have, they have to believe that - and it's a bright and gentle one. he may have been hardened by years of pain and struggle in a way that Telemachus hadn't been yet (and Penelope's heart breaks from knowledge that her son will be, one day). but deep down, at ther cores, Odysseus and Telemachus are strikingly similar. and she loves them all the more for it.

and so, with his mother's blessing, the young prince does just as she told him to: follows his heart. he thanks Aeolus for their help, and asks them to stop giving it from now on. either he'll suceed on his own merit, or he'll wear his failure as a badge of honor and an incentive to do better.

and he loses. badly.

and the world,,, doesn't end? sure, the suitors sneer and jeer, but there's a surprising lack of disowning and exile going around. and the nobles tone it down significantly with undeserved adoration, which is definitely a plus, as far as he's concerned.

the only thing is. Athena.

oh boy.

because she's not stupid. Telemachus may have gotten away with cheating so far, but now he'll have to answer to her why he had flunked so badly, and she won't buy his go-to excuse of 'I got nervous!'

athena, expression unreadable: so. care to explain yourself, my stupid pupil? telemachus: w-well, you see… ha-ha… it's, uh… a funny story… athena: you threw away your best advantage! you've had a god perfectly willing to assist you and yet you still somehow managed to lose! telemachus: wait, what-

so yeah, Athena knew all along.

athena, mildly insulted: how stupid do you think I am, boy? telemachus: but! but! but!.. you never said anything! didn't even scold me for cheating! athena, even more insulted: child, I am the goddess of war strategy, where did you get the idea that I ever play fair and straightforward? leave that to ares, the simple-minded fool!

to clarify, she's not upset at him for cheating. she's upset that he stopped doing so. so she throws some choice words at him, implying he lacks both talent and intelligence

and Telemachus defends himself by saying that he'd rather fail on his own merit, than abandon his principles and win by lying and dishonoring his family. in response, she calls him naive.

he tries to implore to her connection to his father by saying that he was just trying to do what's right. he was following his heart, just as Odysseus had always strived to. and he's training to fight for his loved ones, not for glory of being known.

it's a one hit K.O., because it reminds Athena of her recent break-up with Odysseus. of everything they spat at each other during My Goodbye. of anger, of hurt, of disappointment, of betrayal, of I loved you and you failed me, of I loved you and I failed you, of good riddance! and y̶͈̔o̴̘̖͆u̶̻̱͆͒'̸̫̩̌̉r̷̼͝e̴̩̒ ̴͎̻̈́̎ȧ̸̦l̵̗͙͌̐o̸͚͕̚n̷̟̯͠e̵̳̩͠

and is their whole line just cursed? is this their way of punishing her for something? why do they both hurt her so? is it her fault?

telemachus: athena? are… are you okay? (‘-’*) athena, coming off MG flashbacks: well, obviously, boy, why would you even ask that (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Telemachus just hugs her, because she obviously needs it. and she melts into it like never before.

because she wasn't made for empathy or kindness. she's been born to be ruthless and cold. she's not supposed to love and be loved care about anything but winning. it doesn't come natural to Athena, until recently she had truly thought herself unable to, and yet-

yet here, right in front of her, is a boy who loves for the both of them. loves the whole world - sincerely, selflessly. a truly kind and caring soul (the nobles even joke that his true father is Polites).

she can't love.

but maybe… maybe he will teach her.

maybe he already did.

or maybe she always could.

she forgets sometimes, that her fingers know not only the roughness of swords and spears, but also the gentle softness of weaved silk. creation goes hand in hand with destruction, and she can bind countless threads together without breaking them.

and what are humans, if not strings, waiting to be cut by the fates?

also, if Telemachus can teach the goddess of cold cynicism and detached cruelty kindness of all things, then she can teach him swordplay.

yes, it's a threat.

[manonamora-if]

December Check-In

I promise I didn't almost forget :P Even if I definitely forgot to do the weekly devlog last Sunday... To be fair, it had been a week...

Recap of last month’s progress

IF Events in the Next Month

Plan for the next month

Still long post ahead. If you want a mini version, head over to itch.io!

November Progress

Still play more IF and maybe review. ✅

Finish the edits of Harcourt Ch5 ✅❌

Fix one of the semi-completed games: ❌either the Egg parser or TRNT (and make it a proper parser)

Finish that darn SugarCube Guide: ❌there aren’t much left in the guide to cover, but there are a few things to fix.

Again, I knocked the first one out of the park. I reviewed all inkJam, EctoComp, and Bare-Bones Jam entries (which helped me get on the main page of the IFDB). It was nice to play shorter games again - it makes reviewing pretty quick... Now that the IFComp is also over, I kind of want to go back and check out the entries I didn't manage to play.

As for the rest... It's been a bit of a hell of a month, and it's not looking like it's ending any time soon. Still, when I had some free time I managed to:

Finish my portion of the edits of Harcourt (and MelS was almost done with it... before he ran into computer problems - dw the file is safe!)

Assess the damage with The Roads Not Taken and come up with a plan to fix all of it. I also started on this one, but there is truly a lot of damage.

Make a bite game in binksi, Tower of Sleep, for the Two-Button Jam

Make a One-Button prototype, Don't press the Button, to test some JavaScript/jQuery (half-failure)

Make a zine for the first time: An Ode to Pissaladière

Make a new code template: the Character Creator

Submitted a bunch of seeds to the SeedComp!

Does it look like I got distracted by a shiny new thing instead of finishing my projects? Yes. Do I care? Nope. It brought me some joy and amusement in some weird months... Banging your head against the desk because code is not working is... not, obviously.

What’s happening in December?

A bunch of jams are happening on itch, because end of year means maybe some free time, and also, you might as well do something for the sake of saying you've made something.

The ShuffleComp (@neointeractives) has started, though the entries won't be available before January. You can listen to the kickass full playlist in the meantime!

The Sprouting Round of the SeedComp! (@seedcomp-if) has just started. There are 99 new seeds available for use to make a game! Deadline is March 1st.

The Deck-Month has just started, to make a game with Decker.

The PunyJam #4 ends in about 2 weeks (if you have the time to learn Inform w/ the Puny extension...)

and of course: la Partim 500 numéro 8, for those who want to do the Neo Twiny again... but French!

I'm probably gonna pop-off a Partim. I did it last year and it was fun :P

The PLANtm for December

December is a busy month for me, which includes a lot of time offline, full days travelling, and lots of planning. So I will take any free time I have and do fun stuff if I can!

But if I have space for IF, I'd like to:

Play more games! Well... I already am, just not really IF. My Steam Library is crying for attention. I would like to knock down maybe a dozen more IFComp entries if I can. There were a lot of good games, a lot of loooong games.

Code Ch5 of Harcourt. That will be MelS dependent - well, MelS's computer dependent...

Finish fixing The Roads Not Taken. I have a plan, I have the notes... I just need to sit down and re-code (and re-test).

Finish the Guide for real! I know SugarCube 2.37 is coming soon, which will affect the state of some pages (and maybe require more pages). BUT I've been working on fixing old pages (typos - re-explanation - clearer examples). So, this is likely to be done sooner rather than later...

~

Taking the list of TO-DO from August…

To-Do not require much of new stuff:

translate Escape Goncharov! into French. ✅

fix the bugs in EDOC + overall the French version to match

fix the bugs of TRNT + find a way to add the missing pieces (ongoing - translation unlikely)

fix the formatting of DOL-OS + translate into English ✅

update LPM with the missing content + translate into English ✅

No change this month :/

The rest of the To-Do pile was:

Finish The Rye in the Dark City (and maybe translate?)

Finish P-Rix - Space Trucker (and try to translate)

Finish Exquisite Cadaver (translation unlikely, current gameplay too complex to port for French)

Add a chapter to CRWL + fix/reopen the blog

Re-working TTTT to its originally planned state (lol, not likety)

Re-working SPS Iron Hammer (samesies)

Coding TTATEH (MelS dependent - shooting for end of year)

Emptying my inboxes (they are not all answered tho)

Honestly, this pile probably won’t get done this year…. Maybe TTATEH has a shot...

[mickimomo]

Everyone's reaction when Shuri said she was sleeping with Namor:

Excerpt from Chapter 4 Storm (nsfw)

Book 3 of The Sun and The Sky

This is the link

“Are we going to act like you weren’t holding hands with someone when you came in.”

“Oh no. I held someone’s hand.” She mocked.

“Enough of this nonsense.” He kissed his teeth. “Are you fucking a fishman too?”

“When I want to.” She shrugged before grabbing a grape and popping it in her mouth.

M'Baku:

M'Baku was suspicious and needed a confirmation. Unfortunately, his suspicions were correct, and now he's livid.

Shuri:

Shuri came to the party for her best friend. Now, if you wanna f around and find out, she has no issue keeping it 110% real. M'Baku poked around and found out. 💀 And she does not care.

Namor:

K'uk'ulkan is impressed by Shuri's forwardness. Sure, it could have been worded better. But better out than in, am I right? 💀 But now he's gotta be cool, calm, and collected because M'Baku is pissed.

Attuma:

Attuma been knew and he does not care. He's just vibing with the woman he loves. 🤣😭

Okoye:

Okoye was the first Wakandan to know of their relationship, but she has to act like she wasn't to avoid getting pulled into the fire. She supports it, as long as Namor keeps it cute.

Ayo:

Ayo was suspicious from the jump, but didn't want to say anything. But now that she knows, she doesn't know what to say.

Everett & the Dora Milaje:

Everett is kinda shocked, but this ain't none of his business. So he's gonna mind it. And the Dora are on the same page with him. 🤣😭

Aneka:

Aneka is impressed, but low-key wants to know why she didn't get to know sooner.

Oni:

Oni is feeling a lot of emotions, but she refuses to act on them because this is only her second day back in Wakanda and maybe she's missing some context. Because why else would her best friend be messing around with the man that drowned the Queen of Wakanda? Welp. If Shuri likes it, she'll love it for her.

Namora:

Namora never really cared for Attuma's pursuit for Okoye or Namor's pursuit for Shuri. However, after throwing hands with a certain priestess two times, she may understand where they're coming from. While sitting next to, said priestess, she's not studying anyone else in the room but her while eating. But that doesn't mean she won't run her spear through anyone who dares to run at her cousin, so M'Baku better check himself before he gets wrecked. 👀

[hotpinkstars]

DNI/BYF

do keep in mind that i am a minor. now, i have only written smut once, and i don't know if i plan to do it again, but i'm open for ALMOST anything!!!

i write at my own pace!! please be patient with me, i have a super busy summer and i have to prep for the next school year, so i won't be incredibly available. i usually write once every 2-4 days.

if your request hasn't been written, and it's been about a month/over a month, then you can ask me about it. but if your persistant and annoying about it i'm deleting it lol

DNI if..

if you support ped0phelia, r@pe, and anything under that umbrella.... please leave. your not welcome here

are older than 25! anyone older than that would be a liiiiittle bit weird for me lol, so just. plz don't interact with me if thats the case

are gonna use the fact that you are lgbtq+ to get your way. i treat everyone equally, your not any more special than anybody else if you try to say some shit like "i'm gay, so pls this!" no. this happened on my old blog and it got so annoying

[mantis-dea]

When a Good Deed Causes a Series of Unfortunate Events - Chapter 3 - Cool Magic Trick, Bro

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

I won't be using tags for the next few chapters because I don't want to overhaul the tags with this slow-starting story. I know it can be annoying.

After Chapter 4, the pace will pick up and the romance will start. The first 4 chapters were chapters I wrote about 6 months ago. I picked this story back up about a month ago. I want to finish this story, but I wanted it to be less slow paced. So I am apologizing in advance for the sudden change in pace.

I am hoping to knock this story out in 20 chapters or less, but we will see what happens. Honestly, maybe I'll even change the first 4 chapters to follow the pace of the rest of the story. I just worked so hard on the four chapters that I don't have the heart yet :(

You sit in a barstool on the patron side, munching down on a turkey sandwich, staring at the empty seats in the establishment. You are the sole worker at the bar, once again. Gwess had to leave a few hours earlier, her reasoning being something came up with her pet parrot. Fortunately, no patrons have entered the domain for the past couple of hours, so you were able to finish all the night-shift tasks, meaning you didn’t have to stay around to finish anything; you can leave once the hand touches the two. You stare at the clock hanging up on the wall.

1:48 a.m.

Twelve more minutes.

Your attention draws back to the empty chairs. Creedence does make a profit from this bar, but it isn’t nearly as popular as other bars around here. There are two reasonings. A, this is a relatively new bar that has yet to establish more loyal patrons, and B, Lapalton has mostly party bars.

That’s where Creedence’s bulb on top of his head flickered. He realized there weren’t many bars for the businessmen to discuss business; he created this bar in the hopes to attract them or for people who want a calmer atmosphere after work. You have no doubt in your mind that under Creedence’s guide the SPW Bar will one day become a popular bar.

1:59 a.m.

You stand up to throw away the saran wrap that your now eaten sandwich was sitting upon. While you do complain about this job often, you do enjoy the laid-back atmosphere. Despite getting a few bad apples every night, most of them are well-mannered, even when tipsy. Still, you do not want to make a career out of this occupation. This is just temporary.

Assuming no one will enter the bar, you make your way towards the employee-only area to shut off the lights and to grab your things.

Ding

The nastiest scowl appears on your face when you hear the entrance doorbell chimes. Quick to fix your face, you turn to face your patron with a polite -albeit clearly forced – smile.

The tall man stood near the door with a lovestruck smile that sent the hairs on your arms screaming to be let off your arm. His outfit reminds you an awful lot of Dr. Strange, except with a black cape and dress pants. Purple arrows ran horizontally down his white shirt.

Your eyes look up at the clock.

2:00 a.m.

You give a genuine smile, this time from relief. “Sorry sir. no more patrons for tonight.”

He chuckles, “A drink being served by a beautiful lady does sound good right about now,” he speaks with an Italian accent.

Italian. Accent.

You attempt to take the most silent gulp you can muster. Though, you doubt that he would not be able to tell under his scrutinizing eyes.

Oh no, I’m gonna get Godfather’d.

Leisurely striding over, he takes a seat right closest to you and slides closer. “Though, I’m here for you, Miss Carina.”

You blink a few times before pointing a finger at yourself. “Me?”

“Yes, you. I think you know why I’m here.”

There is no way you can get away from lying with this guy. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and exhale. You open your eyes and look directly into the man’s eyes.

“I was coming home from my shift. As you can see, my job keeps me late. I saw him chilling in the alley, slumped over. He was uninjured, but unconscious. I felt bad, so I gave him an umbrella and called an ambulance. I don’t know what happened to him after that, or if he’s even alive.”

He hums, “Did he have anything on him? Did you see anything around him?”

Yes.

“No.”

He leans in closer, his voice a low, conspiratorial whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “You know, I have a special knack for telling if someone is lying.”

Stay calm. Stay cool.

“Cool. However, I am not lying. I don’t like dealing with extra shit since my life is already shit. Listen, I really don’t want to stay here longer. Please.”

He stares at you for longer.

“Well, I can see you are telling the truth,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "My apologies for holding you up, Miss. Have a wonderful night.”

With that, he turns and heads for the exit. The doorbell chimes again as he disappears into the night, but the sense of unease lingers.

Your heart continues to race, pounding in your chest like a drum. Each breath feels shallower than the last, as if the air in the bar had turned into toxic gas. Your trembling fingers clutch the edge of the nearest barstool. Your thoughts race a million miles a second.

Something is off.

Something is not right.

You dare not look behind you, unprepared for what you might see.

The silence in the bar is deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the echo of your own rapid breaths.

You know you should leave. Take the back doors and sprint. Yet, your legs feel like lead. Your gut screams at you to run, to escape this place, but fear and curiosity roots you to the spot.

With one final gulp, you finally muster the courage to glance over your shoulder.

“WHAT THE-“

“That’s the ear of the man who ratted on you.”

Your head snaps to the owner of the voice, eyes widening in disbelief. There, leaning casually against the doorframe to the kitchen, stands the man who just finished interrogating you.

“The homeless man.” He strides over with a skip in his step, “You know, the one who was swishing the broken bottle around like a mad man. Yeah, he saw everything. From you giving an umbrella to a passed-out blondie to you screeching and passing out then picking something up near the trash can.”

As he comes centimeters of your trembling form, he slips a hand into his pocket. With one finger, he lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his unnerving gaze.

“I’m not one for beating up harmless women. It goes against my gentlemen’s code. I just want what you picked up, and I’ll be on my merry way out.”

A lightbulb lights up above your head.

Avoiding his piercing gaze, you ask with a quivering voice, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He replies, his surprisingly easygoing grin never wavering.

You scratch your cheek with a slightly trembling finger. “It’s in my bag. In the employee locker in the back.”

You move past him. Surprisingly, he let you do so; you’re acting off. You know he knows that. You slip into the kitchen. Though your heart still pounds, a newfound determination flares in your eyes. In the dimly lit kitchen, you make your way to the back door. You open it quietly and then sprint into the night. Thank Danny DeVito you left the door unlocked when you took the trash out.

 You ran, not towards your apartment, of course, but to the next best course of action to scare him off—a nearby crack house.

You sprint across the street, to take a shortcut through Paisley Park. However, before you could feel a moment of relief, a rough hand snatches your arm.

The man, now wearing a pouting, holds up your satchel. “Come on, Carina.” Much to your disgust, he drops your bag and strokes your cheek. “I really don’t want to hurt you.”

Panic surges through you. It seems he went through your belongings, so how did he catch up to you so fast?

He hums, “Perhaps it is at your apartment?” his face lights up as he changes the awkward stance he held you both in. He loops his arm into yours and holds your hand.

What the fuck is going on.

“Why don’t we go together, yes?”

You don’t budge an inch and stare at the man. Perhaps it would just be better giving the man the item. You have this gut feeling that keeping it will only cause more trouble in the future.

At the same token, you feel the need to keep it safe. You are not sure why, but the thought of handing it over leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

In desperation, you attempt to wiggle yourself out of his grip. However, he is having none of it, and decides to just hug you to prevent you from moving.

That’s when you saw it. Amidst the struggling, you catch a glimpse of a ladybug passing your form. As you follow its movements, wondering what it’s doing this late at night, you notice a purple arrow shooting out from his feet and stretching forward. Both you and the man are carried along by the arrow's incredible speed until you reached the tip of the arrowhead. Inside the narrow arrow that barely was the width of the man, you were moving astonish fast; you estimate around 30 mph. As you approach the arrowhead, the arrow would shrink until it completely disappeared upon reaching the arrowhead.

What.

Your mind reels in shock and disbelief. What in the world did you just witness? You look up at the man, ready to bombard him with a million questions, until you see… Well, what the hell are you seeing? A purple face with zigzagging yellow and purple arrows sticking out underneath it. That is literally the best and only description you can give.

WHAT.

Before you can even begin to comprehend this surreal sight, the man interrupts your cognitive thinking, “Carina, will you be telling me which apart- “

Then, he spots what caught your attention, and his demeanor takes a drastic turn. He throws you down to the ground. Your eyes scrunch up in pain as you go down with an “oof.”

He shouts, “YOU!” with tears welling up in his eyes. “When were you going to tell me you were a Stand User! You cheater!”

W.H.A.T.

He stomps towards you angerly, fists crackling. Standing in front of you, his tears fall onto your pants, soaking them. “Of course. You’re a cheater. I should’ve known. Well,” He sniffles, “You know what cheaters deserve?”

Your voice trembles as you respond, “Not death?”

“DEATH.”

The man swings a fist in your direction. However, it never finds its mark. Vines shot up from the ground, ensnaring him. The verdant vines continue to emerge, partially obscuring your view of the man.  

Your mind races with a mixture of astonishment and confusion. Just as you are about to shout another “what,” you hear fast approaching footsteps. Once again, your night takes a bizarre turn.

Standing behind you is the same man whom you gave the umbrella to last night. No longer is in tattered clothes, he now wears black dress pants accompanying his neatly rolled-up, white long-sleeve button down. His shirt has a few purposeful top buttons undone, showing a sneak-peak of his toned chest.

He extends his hand towards you, and you accept it, albeit with a dumbfound expression. The ground shudders beneath your feet, giving birth to more colossal green roots that now completely obstruct your view of the other man.

You turn your gaze back to the blond-haired man, who conducts a swift examination of your body, searching for any signs of injury.

You give him a soft smile and take a step back, reassuring him, “I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine, promise. Thank you for helping me.”

His eyes lock with yours as he responds, “This incident is my fault. I sincerely apologize for the trouble I have caused you.”

You stand there, one hand rubbing up and down the opposite arm. Unsure on what to say, you shift your attention back to the vines. Their continuous growth gradually slows down with the passing of time. After another minute or so, they begin to wither and crinkle, eventually disintegrating into ash. The vines no longer obstruct your view. However, your captor is nowhere to be seen.

“So, uh,” you slowly turn your attention back onto the blond-haired man. It becomes evident that his gaze had never left you. “You, uh, you killed him?” you ask.

 “Yes,” he replies calmly, “I assumed you did not want to see a corpse, so I moved it away from this area.”

You shrug, “Eh, he deserves it. I mean, who knows what that creep would’ve done if you didn’t stop him. Better him than some other innocent victim, right?”

His lips part before closing his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Honestly, you are having a difficult time getting a proper read on him. “You would be correct.”

Once again, you two stand in silence. However, this time, he decides to look up at the moon, perhaps to give you some space as he may have sense your discomfort.

Your attention turns to your watch.

2:20 a.m.

Deciding that standing around getting bitten by mosquitoes is no fun, you walk over to your bag, pick it up, and then turn to the man.

“You coming, or you just gonna stand there staring at the moon?”

 He nods and starts walking towards you. You head back to the bar to clean up the mess. Mysteriously, the ripped-off ear is gone. You make a mental note of the missing ear, you would look around for it now, but you have more important issues at hand. Besides, you’re too tired to care enough about its disappearance, and there’s a good chance your captor put it in his pocket to use as a scare source. You lock the bar, and begin the journey home, with the blonde-hair man walking right beside you.

It is incredibly dumb to have a stranger follow you home. However, the late hours left you with limited options, and you want answers and hot chocolate. Besides, his demeanor, despite it being a brief interaction, seems far from that of a bad person. His genuine concern for any injuries you might have sustained during the encounter is reassuring. He does not seem like a bad person.

“I don’t think I’ve gotten your name.” You begin, introducing yourself first.

“Giorno Giovanna.”

[popolovely]

Helloo! Hope you're having a wonderful day/night. I follow your main (both here and on twt) and that's how I found this account thanks to your recent post. And you won't understand my shock+excitement when I found out you follow Umibe/Harukaze no Etranger apart from BSD, given, sasamiya and hirakagi, and for so long I've been finding someone who would provide me intel and updates on U/HnE and I'm so glad to know it could be you! Speaking of which, do you know when the next chapter will update and if there's a schedule for the updates or if it's indefinite? And if kanna-sensei has any other account apart from her mioshun account on twt where she is more active?

Hiii,

Thank you for following me on Twitter, and thank you for finding me here, too! I really really want to spend more time talking/posting about BL haha but I am just too occupied with other things I'm sooo sorrry!!!

As for Harukaze, the next chapter is gonna be released in onBLUE magazine 64 on April 25. There is no fix schedule for Harukaze, it can be once every 2 or 4 or 6 months.

The latest chapter came out like more than 1 month ago but I haven't summarized it yet cuz I have been busy with stuff. Btw, it's kinda hard to do it like with BSD cuz Harukaze is just slice of life so it's hard to explain it sometimes XDD, but I will try to do it before the next one drops ;;

What I do to figure out when the chapter drops is to check out the onBLUE magazine, which is released every 2 months. There is a digital version of the magazine so I just look through the table of contents in the preview of each issue to see if Harukaze is in it. If you want to read the new chapters, that is the fastest way :3 I am buying the digital version so I have the raws but I can only share if I have enough time ::

I don't know if Kanna-sensei has any other twitter account other than mioshun. She seems to be the most active on Twitter. She sometimes updates her blog (which you can find in her Twitter profile) too.

[lowkey-loki245]

Aurora Uber Service

Hey everyone! So there are a lot of people who are gonna miss the AURORA concert. Most people can't go to it after the season ended because they didn't buy the gold wings. But I did. So I'm starting a service.

The service usually be available between 2pm and 12 am EST, but there may be exceptions. I'll also add that I am still awake after 12 am, usually until 4 or 5 am, so if you wanna talk about it, we can, but you'll have to schedule for the next day, cause after midnight, I'm taking time to myself.

To discuss when you wanna go to the concert, just dm me. I'll usually reply in at least an hour if I'm busy (which I'm usually not), so there won't be much wait time.

Once you've gone to a concert with me, you can easily contact me again through dms if you want to go again. (Though, I'm pretty sure you can still buy the gold wings, just at the concert.)

I hope this helps anyone who wants to see Aurora again! (So you know, I'm in the Eastern Standard Time Zone, so reset is at 3 am for me.)

Show Schedule:

The 1st show is 10 minutes after reset. After that, there will be a show every 4 hours. (Based on PDT, 12:10 am, 4:10 am, 8:10 am, and repeat for pm.) Please check your time zone before you schedule so you don't pick a bad time for yourself.

[scummy-writes]

I've been keeping myself busy with...life...for a few days before thinking about this blog some more. This is what I've decided to do, since in the past week I got upset and said no more this and that.

1. Anon is staying off. I can't promise I won't ever be reactive towards something weird or negative said towards me regardless, but anon being off will reduce that happening a lot. I'm sorry for being negative in regards to them lately, and I apologize for responding to any of them.

2. I think my decision of 'no further requests' is final. At the very least, it will be shut off for a long time. Everyone has *always* been consistently kind every time I have done them, no one has been awful. I am just awful to myself mentally when I keep having so many pile up, and I don't want to feel guilty every time I go to write. I apologize if that is disappointing.

3. I do want to keep writing for prince/gilbert, but I'm just going to take my time with it and have a focus on what I want to see. I have a post in drafts that is 90% done, since it's a short one, and what will happen is that once I finish that, then it'll likely be a break before writing further prince/gilbert. Primarily just because I don't want to pressure myself to, and to just write it as inspo/thirst comes along. Can't really promise what that schedule will look like, but I would say to expect a break after the next prince hc post I put out.

4. I do want to make it clear that I respect that not everyone will view any interpretation I have of any character as 'in character'. I don't want to cast the impression that I believe what I write is the word of the cybird bible.

In all honestly the rules I go for in terms of 'ic' and 'ooc' is this: none of us will ever write these characters truly 'in character' because we are not official writers for these games.

To elaborate: I try to get as close as the characterization that I personally have interpreted from playing these games, and what I have agreed upon with other's views. I write based off of that, and read others works fully knowing that their interpretation will likely always stray from mine in some ways, and that is what makes it *interesting* to me- because I WANT to see other's takes on characters. This is how I have always perceived fanfic and it's odd to me that this isn't the norm for a lot of folks who complain about whatever is 'ic' or 'ooc'.

I hope that explains my very tired and annoyed outburst at receiving unasked for criticism. Typically, I ask those I trust for criticism, not anons or people I've barely spoken to. But, above all, I just dislike people being rude when (harmless) fun is being had.

5. I apologize in general for being reactive, negative, and not always sounding very put together. I could list some reasons, but at the end of the day I feel like it's more important to apologize. I try to be pretty level headed, as difficult as that may seem!!, but I slip up often and I apologize for that.

I consistently feel extremely embarrassed sharing any kind of negative emotion, but I am constantly very thankful for those who put up with it regardless, and those who offer kind words. Thank you!!

Anyway I am going back to posting stupid horny on main posts and I'm not really going to make any further posts like this if I can help it. Hope the circumstances for me doing so makes a little sense! I am feeling a lot of embarrassment and just want to go back to dickage posts, but since I said some reactive things, I wanted to elaborate and make a final "yeah, this is what is or isn't gonna happen" post .

[gren-arlio]

We're finally back on schedule! Episode 7 is now out!

I did a poll for when I should release this and it ended in a draw. Go figure. So I'm going to post this now and then post another next week. Seems like we'll be back to normal for the time being.

Fun fact: This episode was actually the first I ever did. It began this whole escapade, so thank Witch and Black Kikimora for that.

Oh, and congrats to Witch for getting 2nd place in a Puyo Quest popularity poll. There's that too. She's a lunatic in this game, chasing Schezo for...his clothes. Trust me it makes sense...later.

Speaking of, here's the portraits, only 3 new ones, since you didn't fight Black Kikimora when you first met her.

And the video itself:

Timestamps:

Intro: (0:00)

Black Kikimora Midboss: (4:45, defeat is at 6:43.)

Skeleton-Tea Time: (7:30)

Witch Boss Fight and a Lot of "Misunderstandings": (8:35, defeat is at 13:04)

Orb Gotten: (15:15)

Mysterious Voice Appearance: (15:40)

Listening to Kikimora and Bulletins: (17:20)

I think we'll be back to schedule after this episode. Oh, and a big thing, a Madou Monogatari game was translated yesterday! It's Madou 1 (or Madou PC98,) and since I'm one to celebrate people's wins, I'll link it here. Check it out when you can!

With that, enjoy.

Intro: (0:00)

Black Kikimora: (Who I'll call Biki again.)

... ... ...

Schezo:

Hey, you can't get into the attraction?

Biki:

You can come in.

Schezo:

Hey, where are you...

What kind of usher leaves her guests to enter first?

Biki:

Shut up! Shut up and let me in!

Schezo:

Exactly. She's a Jigoku-mimi, isn't she? (Jigoku-mimis are also called "Hell Ears," often hearing secrets or quiet things, usually bad ones they don't wish to hear.)

[0:35 is the iconic "Alright, let's go inside!"]

-----

Black Kikimora Midboss: (4:45)

Schezo:

What're you doing here? Are you cleaning?

Biki:

(Damn, I'm almost ready...) [You can replace with Dang if need be.]

Schezo:

Let me through.

Biki:

Well...I can't.

Schezo:

!? Then I'll just pass by force.

---

Black Kikimora Defeat: (6:43)

Biki:

Damn, you're pretty good... [Again, could be replaced with Dang.]

Schezo:

...Hmm, you're really making me work for this.

----

Skeleton-Tea Time: (7:30)

Skeleton-T:

Hey, you're here too.

Schezo:

It's you again...

Skeleton-T:

Hmm~ Tea is good no matter where you drink it!

You drink too!

[Text appears saying

Accept <-

Refuse]

Schezo:

Well, since we're here, let's have a drink.

(Schezo's HP and MP have been restored!)

Skeleton-T:

What do you think?

Schezo:

It was pretty good.

Skeleton-T:

Right, right? Of course it is.

But today's been an unusually busy day.

Schezo:

Guests?

Who else is going to try these attractions besides me?

Skeleton-T:

Oh, there was a girl with long blonde hair.

Schezo:

Long blonde hair? That's not Arle or Rulue.

Uh...who the hell is that?

I don't know who that is.

-----

Witch Boss Fight and a Lot of "Misunderstandings": (8:35)

Witch:

Ah!

Schezo:

Hey, what?

Witch:

... ...

Schezo:

I don't know what you said!

Witch:

Ah, you...

Schezo:

Me?

Witch:

You...I want you... (Or you can say "I want it...". This'll be for almost every line unless mentioned.)

Schezo:

H-hey, what?

Witch:

I just can't help it. I want you.

Schezo:

Wait, what-?

Witch:

I'm begging you.

Schezo:

(W-What am I suppose to do?

This is the very first time I've dealt with someone like this!

Calm down, calm down! This has to be a trap, I know it!)

Witch:

I want it! (This is supposed to be an It.)

Schezo:

Uhh...

Witch:

Your black...

Schezo:

Black?

Witch:

Your black clothes!

Schezo:

Oh. My clothes, huh?

Witch:

I can't help myself. I want it. (Also an It.)

If you won't give it to me, I'll just rip them off!

Schezo:

Woah! Wait, no, don't do that!

---

Witch Defeat (and also the Orb getting): (13:04 for the Defeat quote, and 15:15 for the orb.)

Witch:

I'm sorry~! (She isn't. She's gonna keep doing this. Trust me.)

Schezo:

Ha! That was a bad idea. (I assume to Witch.)

[After that Schezo finds the orb at the timestamp.]

Woah, there's an orb in here. Is it the black one?

Only 1 more orb left, and I'm done!

-----

Mysterious Voice Appearance: (15:40)

Mysterious Voice:

Finally, you cleared 5 attractions, but yet...

Schezo:

Hm? It's you...

Mysterious Voice:

Let's just say it's a masterpiece. (Or "it's incredible.")

Schezo:

If it were up to me, this place wouldn't be here. It's just a kids playground.

Mysterious Voice:

...Well, let's leave it at that.

Schezo:

You're such an annoying guy, always bothered by every single thing. So what did you want to say this time? (Translator called the voice a prick, which...idk man.)

Mysterious Voice:

I'll tell you where the last orb is.

Be thankful.

Schezo:

Well...since you're here, I might as well ask.

Mysterious Voice:

If you don't want to hear it, then I won't tell you.

Schezo:

I don't care. I don't need your help.

Mysterious Voice:

Ugh...Why don't you stop and be honest?

Schezo:

What, you want to tell me that badly? Why don't you just say it?

Mysterious Voice:

... ... ...

I left it for you, deep in the Puyo Puyo Dungeon. Now go get it.

Schezo:

You left it there? Who the hell are you!?

Mysterious Voice:

Are you really that curious about my identity?

Schezo:

No, not at all. I don't care anymore.

Mysterious Voice:

... ... ...

Schezo:

Well, I think we're done with this boring idle talk.

I'll go get that orb you left in the Puyo Puyo Dungeon.

Mysterious Voice:

Well, you better hurry up, or else someone else might beat you to it.

Schezo:

Who do you think you're talking to? That's none of my concern, hah.

-----

Listening to Kikimora and Bulletins: (17:20)

[Good old info board. Here's the Menu.

Listen <-

Rank

Bulletin

Back]

Kikimora:

What do you want me to explain?

[More Menus.

The 6th orb <-

About Rare Items

About the Black Market

About Ranks

When in trouble

Back]

Kikimora:

Have you found the 6th orb yet?

Schezo:

...Not yet.

Kikimora:

I heard there's 10 floors in the Puyo Puyo Dungeon...

Schezo:

!?

Hey!

You're not saying this to everyone else, are you?

Kikimora:

Well, yes, it's my job to guide you.

Schezo:

(Damn, guess I have to hurry...)

[Kiki repeats a line, and we go to Bulletin. Menu goes:

Puyo Puyo Dungeon Secrets 2 <-

Peddler Fufufu

You Who Has a Grimoire

Don't Throw It Away

Complete Synthesis Manual]

Bulletin:

Heh heh heh, the Puyo Puyo Dungeon isn't over yet.

For those with 6 orbs, a more dangerous route will open up.

Oh yeah, for you, I've made the monsters that appear much more powerful.

It's tough, it's dangerous, it's perfect. A thrilling and dangerous experience.

I hope you enjoy it.

- From the Owner of Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Land. [Mystery.]

And that's all. Probably my favorite episode so far, might even edit the Puyo Nexus to add the info. Thanks for reading.

[morphogenetic]

Mediaposting 2023, #12: Succession Season 2

i think I like season 2 Overall less than I do with season 1, but when the episodes are bangers (6, 7, 9, 10) they are fucking BANGERS.

i also have literally no idea where season 3 and 4 are gonna go. like other than the one spoiler I know about s4 [which I'm not really surprised happened at this point] and the fact that kendall gets a shaved head eventually....NO idea what happens. at all. other than the repercussions that I'm sure happen after ep 10 lol

more spoilery thoughts under the cut (though tbh they're more about what I think is gonna happen next season)

-I knew about the "can't make a tomlette without breaking a few greggs" line. vaguely. what I did NOT know was that the line was said in THE SENATE

-honestly just so many good tom and greg moments. "we here for you" is still so fucking funny. the water bottle thing. Tom complimenting greg on his blackmailing skills. it's all so toxic and so so good

-speaking of Tom. "i wonder if the sad I'd be without you is bigger than the sad i am with you" is such an augh line and it's phrased in such a tom way. divorce arc so real

-shiv was so real for letting rhea be ceo and then immediately leaving bc of the cruises stuff. she girlbossed too close to the sun in episode 6 but then girlbossed her way back down to earth too

-i REALLY want to see if Roman actually gets therapy or if they just let him suffer like they did w kendall only getting two days of rehab. im also feeling like he might get more attention next season since shiv was more focused on during s2, when kendall was most important for s1, so maybe each season is more focused on one particular character?

-it's also fascinating to me that even though Roman is clearly the comedic relief sibling...he's smarter than he looks. he couches it in a lot of acting like he doesn't know anything - and he doesn't a lot of the time, lol at him buying the wrong soccer team - but like...the piece of episode 10 where he doesn't think the buyout will work? and in a way where his dad won't really get mad at him for it? he's kind of incredible at socially engineering people, in the way that youngest siblings often are. i don't think he'll ever lead the company but he could definitely be a way bigger player next season

-i know the entire point of kendall is that he's incredibly inscrutable and hard to figure out and like, a+ to jeremys acting on this, but he is even more inscrutable than usual this season. which felt weird after season 1 where he was definitely complicated but at least I could understand what the fuck was going on with him. now I'm a little ???? about it. i guess that's what happens when he's more of a background player this season though

-...but the divide between ep 9 and ep 10 kendall is both wild and totally expected. constantly going between defending his dad and treating him like a God and then saying he's a horrible person? on point. 10/10 no notes

-also I didn't really start paying attention to this until near the end of the season but the way that people have conversations in terms of the physical space between them is so important. it stood out to me with Logan and his kids. with Roman and Logan they sit apart but not distant, like business partners. logan and shiv? at first they had business partner spacing, then they had family member spacing. logan and kendall? circling each other like fucking sharks until the very end where kendall kisses his dad on the cheek right before betraying him. God. peak

-(SPEAKING OF THAT. THE PHYSICAL DISTANCE BETWEEN SHIV AND TOM DURING THE THREESOME CONVERSATION USED TO SHOW THE EMOTIONAL DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM. CHEFS KISS)

-ending the season on a boat was perfect after the season ends up being about the cruises drama. so perfect. i know it has the metaphor of pushing someone overboard too but (gestures) Boats

-i feel like I need to rewatch this season specifically when everything ends because a lot of the episodes felt....not pointless, totally, but more filler-y than season 1? like I really don't even remember what happened for most of the season outside of a few specific moments and I literally just watched it. idk. i mean the same is kind of true for season 1 but season 1 felt like it had more defined mini-arcs and I can remember more of what happened in that way

-i could write a whole thing on the pierces bc I think that was the most compelling part of the season outside of eps 9 and 10 but. ill spare you the details

-i like how by the end of the season greg is totally unimpressed by the size of the boat. luxury corruption arc

-tom and greg are absolutely having a screaming match next season about having the documents even after burning them and i cannot fucking WAIT