#i am not buying a tank top for $5 fuck off

[stitchyscarecrow]

THEY ARE GENTRIFYING THE GOODWILLS

wagghhhh!!! WHY

I'm so angry on multiple levels

[fuctacles]

Steve Harrington's Barbie-shaped thighs

now on Ao3 | final edit: 04.08

Robeen: Barbie tonight @ 5!!! Robeen: Dress accordingly OR ELSE Eddee: ????? Steef: 👍👍👍💅💅💅

Eddie did the best he could with his monochrome wardrobe. Which meant an impromptu thrift hunt. He found a tiny pink tank top and a vaguely 80s-shaped shirt he could throw over it. It didn't look half-bad, paired with high-waisted shorts and a couple of borrowed accessories (a pink belt and huge hoop earrings from Gareth's sister). He already owned a pink scrunchie - a gift from Steve - which he used to tie his hair into a high ponytail.

On the bus, he felt slightly self-conscious, making him realise how much he relied on his metalhead armour on a daily basis. The way kids dressed up these days and the fact that he wasn't the only one on his way to see Barbie helped him blend in. So while it felt that way, he wasn’t actually standing out.

As it turned out, definitely not as much as Steve.

While Robin decided to recreate the striped costume look to her best ability (the top and the bottom didn't really match but the reference was apparent enough), Steve decided on a pink tennis outfit, with a pleated skirt. He even shaved his legs.

His hair has grown out long enough to tie it into a tiny ponytail, which was, in Eddie's objective opinion, fucking adorable.

He approached his friends and, unable to help himself, tugged on the skirt.

"Somebody understood the assignment," he smiled teasingly, laughing when Steve swatted his hand away, straightening the pleats. “Aced it, even.” Then, both to preserve his sanity and socialize properly, he turned to Robin. “You both look great.”

"I can't hold a candle to our diva here."

Steve preened, twisting his hips so the skirt twirled around his thighs. Which again, fucking adorable. Eddie's queer heart was on fire. He wanted to tug on the hem of the skirt, play with the white collar, and tip the visor askew. Touch every part of the outfit and the person in it because Steve Harrington wore a skirt to a Barbie screening. It was like he wanted Eddie to die of a heart attack.

Thankfully, they arrived just in time for the movie to start and couldn’t ruminate on their Barbie-inspired outfits. When buying popcorn, Eddie lagged behind, hoping the view in front of him inspires him enough to maybe, finally, ask Harrington out. After the movie, perhaps. He’s heard great reviews so far, it may just give him the nudge he needs. 

They found their pre-ordered seats and Eddie watched Steve's skirt ride up sinfully high when he crossed his legs. Torture.

"You look great by the way. Colours look good on you," his friend leaned in to whisper. The theatre was running the commercials and some people still talked at full volume, so it wasn’t like he had to do that. "You're wearing the scrunchie," he observed too.

"I am. I wear it all the time," Eddie answered with a frown, almost offended at the implication that he wouldn’t. He leaned back to look at Steve. His eyes were sparkling in the dim theatre.

"Yeah?"

He shrugged, playing it cool in front of The Boy.

"Yeah, just. Not in public." 

In the comfort of his home, when he was practising guitar, doing the dishes, or cooking. Doing domestic shit alone, missing his friends. Thinking of Steve.

The commercials ended and the lights went off. Steve's fingers brushed against Eddie's arm as he pulled back to sit comfortably. Just a fleeting, accidental touch; Casual and friendly, but it left him reeling.

Eddie braced himself for almost 2 hours of sitting in the dark next to Steve's bare thighs.

Alas, no amount of bracing could prepare him for Steve's fingers against his skin, this time intentional and teasing. For how when he silently reprimanded him, knocking his knuckles against his knee half-playfully, he grasped them and pressed down, letting his hand rest on the bare skin. 

For the second half of the movie, all Eddie could think of were shades of pink and soft skin.

[a-wins-a-win]

i am supremely indecisive and need direction, so I’m putting this one to a tumblr poll ;

summaries and such under the readmore - feel free to send asks for more info <3

just to be clear, no matter the poll results i will be working on-and-off on smaller fics + my essays* and such anyway - the option is just there if people would be more interested in having shorter/less involved works more often, rather than just a scattering of one-shots for however long it takes me to wrangle a Project to somewhere i'm happy with to share it. * the essays are happening and will be happening, independently of whatever ends up happening with my fic writing, as well. it will again just boil down to focus and available research/writing time.

anyway! onto the Project summaries ;

forgive and forget (it’s all coming back to me now)

Jason was pretty certain he'd just end up working for his father in the end, but Ivy had managed to convince him that it was worth at least trying to find his work experience somewhere else. He had basically expected the crappy intern jobs - coffee runs, sorting files, and generally trailing after competent employees like some kind of lost puppy. What he hadn't expected, however, was for Peter goddamn Simmonds to have landed a co-op position at the same company.

post-canon canon divergence

eventual mcsimmonds

ivy is a major character too, i promise she gets her own b-plots

background lucadia

messy confusing feelings + cheating subplots

something stupid (like i love you)

A few days. Somehow, letting Lucas crash on Matt's couch for a few days turned into buying Lucas new clothes, turned into cleaning him up and helping with the job search. Which then turned into Matt making Lucas dinner and letting Lucas make him dinner in return, until dinner was a combined effort and light-hearted arguments about organizational systems. And it wasn't until their closets blurred together and Lucas started helping to pick out new drinking glasses that either of them realised they'd be happy if a few days lasted forever.

post-canon lucatt

roommates to friends to lovers type beat

in many ways they've grown and changed, in many ways they haven't

of course there's a lot of tension in the in-between stage where they're trying to figure out how to incorporate into each other's lives again, but eventually they end up falling into a cute domestic routine

there's something there in lucas and matt forgiving each other for the roles they played in/the ways they contributed to the general disaster that was their senior year (but Jason's suicide in particular)

as close to heaven as i’ll get

There wasn't a doubt in anyone's mind that Jason McConnell would do well at Notre Dame - 5 generations of top-level vampire hunters had come before him (and his father was quite insistent that AFTER him would come 5 more). The only thing that stood in his way was an entrance exam requiring a record of field experience.

Peter Simmonds understood the importance of following the rules imposed by the coven, really he did. But even so - something about the bright spots the stained glass windows of the church reflected onto the wet ground drew him in.

mcsimmonds vampire AU

Twilight/Supernatural-esque rural vibes + Southern Gothic inspiration

i get to fuck around with vampire folklore and religious imagery! and who doesn't love that?

a big chunk of inspiration for it was the concept of Peter seeing so much like. peace and community and what have you in this idea of the church involvement that he so desperately wants to be a part of, played against Jason's so desperately wanting to get out of it. if you see the vision.

just because [i’m] pretty

Over the years Ivy Robinson had been called a lot of things. Cutie, Angel, Pretty Baby, Slut, Whore, Bitch. Mostly she tried not to hold onto them too tight, not to think too deeply about how they felt in her mouth as she studied herself in the mirror. But occasionally something would stick. She just hadn't expected that something to be 'boyish'.

gay trans man ivy <3

a lot of times he is trying to explore/come to terms with himself through his art

although his romantic + sexual attraction to boys is obviously a cornerstone of his identity there'd also be largely platonic [& antagonistic & familial] relationship focuses

touch tank

A dramatic part of Peter wanted to let himself be bitter and jaded about his parents divorce, like every other seventeen-year-old main character. But the more sensible part of him knew that was unfair, and unrealistic - especially when it had led him to some of the prettiest, most interesting boys he had ever met.

good catholics <3 [my matt/peter/jason triad]

merfolk au! wherein jason is merfolk at the other two are not

set in a cliche small costal town , lots of cute vibes + also costal weather, because i love the rain

silly little subplots involving the other characters occur around the main story as well

[acebytaemin]

top 5 perfumes, top 5 makeup products & top 5 songs you would play to bracha… 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🤭💘

ouhhh i haven’t actually gotten to smell very many perfumes that i liked 😔 i truly mostly don’t like anything (at least out of the things i’ve gotten to smell which is all like. drugstore available stuff like no niche perfumery things which i rly do want to get into!) howeverrr… i do have some that i like:

1. killian angel’s share (i WILL buy this for myself.. one day 🧿)

2. givenchy l’interdit rouge

3. d&g the only one = ysl libre intense

4. tom ford black orchid

5. fuckass lush honey i washed the kids LMFAO i really love it it’s my after-shower scent, doesn’t smell incredible upon first spritz but it develops into this gorgeous subtly sweet scent that i looove to go to sleep with. same goes for lush twilight but it’s a lavender scent so you’d hate it kfhskkd

makeup products well 🤭 i WOULD usually put l’oreal 24h matte foundation here prob as number one however i haven’t worn foundation in almost a full year now so!

1. fenty beauty gloss bombs yes they’re incredible yes they’re worth it. every single cent. i get one every time i travel somewhere w a Sephora LMAO i currently have fenty glow & fu$$y currently 💋

2. maybelline lifter gloss (currently own 5 tubes (moon, 2x silk, topaz, red flag and looking to get more i need one in every bag at every occasion. way cheaper but also way less thick/long lasting version of fenty)

3. maxfactor 2000 calories mascara in waterproof listen no matter how i flip it no matter which mascara i try (ive tried too faced, benefit, ysl, dior and soooo fawking ON) this one is just IT. the only one with such good separation and holding up a curl and lasting the entire day. my main girl always

4. nudestix! i have 3 shades rn (naughty n spice, bondi bae, in the nude) i use them depending on my mood for the day as blush & bronzer and they give such a beautiful sunkissed vibe i love them sm. longwearing too

5. maybelline age rewind (fuck you in advance teo) concealer in shade 5 brightener it’s so good stays all day doesn’t crease mwaaah mwah i also use it for spot concealing if i get spots 😌 gorgeous & cheap you gotta love it

BEST FOR LAST…. literally where do i beginnnn bang chan answer my calls i need you to HEAR my vision. this is just going to be off the top of my head bc if i really got out my playlists and started to get into this i’d need to quit my job to focus on this alone 🙏🏼

1. periferija by voyage & nucci i have already gone ON abt this and i want to show this to them with super selfish intent like to talk them into doing something similar bc i just really really truly need chan and changbin going STUPID on a balkan beat it’s actually crucial to me. lyrics gotta be in a similar vein too A JA JAK KAO TERIJER i know you know. these fits bc you KNOW i need the tank top + chain combo

2. nad****a by zera oh listen this is again selfish of me bc i have this VISION of all of them doing this and ofc felix starts the song what with ‘dragon’ being in the meaning of his name and it’s gotta be a super dynamically shot video kinda like aespa supernova only at the club. felix insane face to voice ratio has to shock your system within the first 5 seconds of a song for it to truly HIT so he goes ‘ko zmaj bebo ja sam tako nadrkana’ [slaps the camera away from himself] ‘oko nas samo momci s lošim navikama’ [an almost 360 spin of the camera wherein you see bracha and then it gets to hyunjin who gets the next line] ‘ceo splav noćas popunjen je barbikama’ [zoom out to see all of danceracha aka my pretty dollface racha w hyunjin in the middle] i could go on. what i personally would change abt the song though is instead of the prechorus/verses i would do a lot of rapping i know my bracha would devour the track i am 100000% sure of it. the one other line i would NEED to keep is chan doing ‘gde god dođem imam pratnju kao predsednik’ ofc coupled w a shot of them all behind him 😌 uhm can you tell this was ALL i thought abt on todays walk LMFAOOOO i need to be like. sedated

3. keeping it SHORT NOW PROMISEEE i just gotta show nyokosuzi to my channieeeeeee i know he’d love it i know he’d relate jebeni lider etc you know how it goes i would LOVE to see his flustered face LMFAO you know how he writes the most suggestive nastiest lyrics and then pretends he doesn’t know shit. Yes exactly

4. opanci - nucci LOOK the nasty fucking tone of voice this man has just screams changbin to me and the mix of traditional singing w the rap strikes a chord to me (loš momak by nikolija another good example) i just think they’d both love it anddd sound so good on the track it’s a win win situation

5. a classic.. GLUH I NIJEM ZBOG NJE i can’t explain to you how much i want a bouncy beat from chan i know he’s got it in him ive heard what he can do. if they WANT to be pathetic i neeeeed ‘bacam ruže sto i jednu ružu na kučku bez duše ❤️‍🩹’ energy over a delicious beat and not fuckass lose my breath with underwhelming vocals type pathetic shit (+ bonus something like Divljam w the bouncy beat and added balkan spice in the instrumental PLUSS kako gleda me ko vučica vuka no no now ive said too much.)

[livvyofthelake]

new lost ranking post the hurley episode i watched last night. episode 18? maybe. whatever

1. jack obviously. he’s never getting knocked off the top of the pyramid there’s literally nothing anyone else could do to make me like them more than jack…. nothing this show ever does will ever beat do no harm

2. sayid!!! his swag is like. so unbeatable… he just hits different AND he’s a total hottie too woah… loving his paranoid insane freak arc this season. the writers were like what if we killed his girlfriend and made him act insane. and i’m eating it up actually i mean i wish they hadn’t killed his girlfriend considering that was literally my good friend shannon who i miss deeply. but sayid is NOT moving on and i love it… need me a freak like that sorry

3. claire… maternity leave was HUGE… and that’s my friend belle she always ranks higher than she probably should because she’s my friend belle <3

4. hurleyyyyy :) my special little prince and i mean this… i’m such a hurley girl and yeah sure you can also chalk that up to the fact that hurley is the pet character of eddie and adam and i would love anything eddie and adam did forever and ever except that tron movie i could never quite get through watching. heart! anyway yeah i love hurley he’s my guy… hurley is so. me age 19 but different but the same. wow. if hurley could read some of my notes app poetry from 2020 he’d feel seen in a way that would motivate him to seek professional help. but let’s not get into that

5. ana lucia SORRY. she kinda sucks so fucking bad and yes she killed my beautiful girl shannon but that was only her fault as much as it’s a gun’s fault when someone uses it to kill someone. so i’ve never blamed her for that it’s just a bad situation which she will notttt be coming out on top of 😐. but i think she’s sooo cool in a woman who sucks way… and her cunty 2000s ass outfit is crazy… the black tank top and low rise bootcut jeans and chunky belt and zip up utility vest…. i’d dress up as her for halloween if i was the kind of person who dressed up for halloween or was willing to buy an ugly belt for a one wear costume. also her plot with sayid rn is soooo good they’re looking at each other just two paranoid FREAKS going. you aren’t crazy. and neither am i. let’s fucking kill these Others. it’s sooooo good… and she never makes the same mistake twice…

6. eko my good friend eko…. he’s so…. he’s just so kind… imagine having the patience and compassion to be nice to charlie right now. woah

7. kate. in her flop era rn and it’s DIRE. but we love her this is the highest i can put her right now i’m sorry girl you just can’t beat out eko and hurley and ana etc when you’re acting like this….

8. rose and bernard <3 soooooo excited for them next episode it’s not even funny… that’s literally rose and bernard….

9. libby. category five obsessed with that freak disease! she took one look at that loser hurley and was like he’s so fucking pathetic and weird. and i want him so bad. and i HAVE to respect her game. she said oh yeah i’m gonna talk him back from suicide and then it’s ON…

10. danielle rousseau… she literally slayed the house down in maternity leave… sorry queen for never including you in these lists before now my bad fr!

11. sun <3 she’s so. your girl friend who deserves way better but she’s so happy with her annoying and unlikeable man you can’t even tell her to dump his ass no matter how bad you want to

12. michael… where tf is michael… i miss him :(

13. new guy. i can’t very well call him henry now can i. wtf is his name… kinda like his pathetic gay swag. but he’s sooo annoying 🙄 and frankly i stand with sayid’s paranoid freak ass… but he’s kinda fun to have around i admit! love how he’s always playing mind games!!

14. locke admittedly has been slaying lately but i still think all his backstory episodes are lame and bad and also. as we say. an enemy of jack’s…

15. jin. he like. swings wildly between me hating him so bad i hope he dies and me thinking he’s soooo interesting and compelling and cool. the whole truth was a crazy episode in this way when it started i was like wow he needs to kill himself. and then by the end i was like woah why is he the most interesting man on lost island…. the way he literally can’t talk to anyone but sun as a physical storytelling metaphor for his closed off nature that prevents him from ever being truly known… wowie!

16. charlie. he’s flopping soooo hard this season. remember when charlie used to be a top five character. that’s crazy

17. sawyer. goes without explanation

[hogmilked]

would you ever buy a [insert car that other people think is cringe but you think is neat]

(yes this is an open invitation to ramble about cars)

KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH BESTIE

ok ok so yes i am going to go ramble but i’ll keep it relatively short

HERE ARE MY TOP FIVE DOGSHIT CARS I LOVE SO SO MUCH

5. Pontiac Aztek

any time you look up the ugliest cars ever made this will come up on the list and that’s fair because it is ugly as hell BUT i LOVE IT so much it came with a goddamn built in TENT. it was built on a minivan platform so this bitch could haul so much while not being overwhelmingly big. she may be ugly but she has the RANGE honey. and one person’s ugly is another’s quirky. pontiac aztek my beloved one of the only cars made after 1990 i genuinely want

4. Ford Pinto

OK OK HEAR ME OUT LISTEN. YES THIS CAR KILLED PEOPLE. YES EVERY FOR EXEC SHOULD GO TO HELL FOR KNOWING THAT AND NOT RECALLING IT FOR YEARS. BUT. they did eventually fix that pesky little exploding issue and what was left was a capable, fun, gorgeous little economy car, and models with the gas tank issue addressed have proven to be relatively reliable for 40 year old american economy cars

3. 2000s MOPAR

yeah this was a dogshit era for dodge/chrysler/jeep but i’m so deeply enamored by all these dramatically failed experiments. the dodge caliber, dodge magnum, chrysler pt cruiser, plymouth prowler, SO many bad cars that kinda bang. to me. they all have the energy of those fossil pokemon from sword and shield that clearly want nothing more than death but you can’t help but love their cheap, plastic, dogshit charm

2. Nissan Murano CrossCabriolet

Ok so technically i don’t want one per se although that’s more because i hate almost all cars made after 2000, but this thing got so much hate and like i get it but i fucking love convertible suvs and i think there should be more. yes i know the bronco and wrangler exist rn but i need more with barbie energy like this. chop the top off a rav4 and maybe i’ll consider a car payment. i won’t but like maybe

1. MALAISE ERA BABYYYYYY

Here’s some more specifics about the malaise era but this is the era of cars i’m probably the most autistic about lmao, american cars from the mid 70s to the early 80s. tldr during this time the government was cracking down on efficiency and fuel consumption so american car manufacturers had to start figuring out how to make their giant gas guzzling giants of the road more economical. on top of that imports from japan were getting popular, which were smaller, cheaper, and easier to drive. america however was stupid and full of cocaine so they kept making giant cars but just made them cheaper and less powerful. this didn’t mean smaller engines mind you, it just meant they choked the existing giant engines and made them weaker. so the cars from this era are still huge and clunky but now with more plastic and less horsepower while still weighing the same, which means they all drive like fucking trucks, even the smaller ones. eventually manufacturers either figured out how to make economy cars (though they still weren’t as efficient as japanese ones) but for a chunk of time in the late 70s american cars were ugly, underpowered, and kinda cheap. and i LOVE them. i love the brown on brown on brown, love the tackiness, love the underpowered v8 engines. malaise era my beloved ❤️❤️

[ezlo-x]

ok...I went to the grocery store to buy food, went to the gas station cause my gas tank was empty, played w my dog and had fun, and finished my collegework and feel relieved. I think I have my thoughts abt the new totk trailer organized

tldr i have a lot of mixed feelings but I blame it on the way nintendo markets this game.

if you dont want negative opinions killing your hype and excitement for this game you are more than happy to just scroll off this post. I don't want to ruin it for you

ok to start off w the negative cause it actually makes me sad to be negative abt something that I've been anticipating for years. Just to end up being frustrated on how Nintendo has marketed this game and I realized how botw's marketing will never be topped. Remembering the showcasing how the ai of a horse would never crash on to a tree (that was hype back then i know it sounds funny now but ppl were so mind blown back then). The map, how you can jump, climb, eat, you could do basically anything. Anyways the way they announce new games like totk was pretty much predictable (except for that one time on twitter). Have almost an hour long direct showcase, make people anxious that there will not be new totk news, then suddenly they pull the "one last thing". And we only get less than 5 minutes of game footage where everything is so vague we don't know what's happening. Also just the pattern of being radio silent until a month before the release.

This trailer solidified this pattern and it annoys me. I want to see gameplay of this game idc for the story cause that could be lead to be a surprise you can keep the story vague on the trailers, that is fine by me. But the gameplay? Where is it? Those milliseconds of footage that you just showed? That's not enough because I don't know what is happening. I want to see gameplay I want to see what else you can do, what more you can do. Don't get me started how the official zelda twt account is currently showcasing small new things abt the game. Which yeah sure fine i'll give it a pass but would it hurt to also include that in the direct?

Anyways now lets actually talk abt that trailer that was basically a remix of the previous trailer.

Ganondorf's voice does not work. It doesn't it just not. It is not terrible it just doesn't work. His dialogue did not make things better he sounded corny as hell. Fucking cornier than OoT Ganondorf I honestly want to look at Oot Ganon's lines in game to see if he has said anything much cornier than whatever totk Ganondorf just said in the trailer.

The mechanics? Like the milliseconds of footage they decided to show of those flying things? They're alright w me actually you want to know why? Cause they're super vague about it and Idk what to think of those things!!!!!!!!

Now...to the positive the only positive thing that I could say. I am very excited for the new monsters. Apparently they're reintroducing an old nes monster similar to how they did w the Lynels (eventhough it was just a frame where you could see it I found that out thanks to twitter). The new Bokoblin that they also showed in a millisecond but showed the full artwork on twt is very cute, actually cuter than the regular old bokoblins idk why.

and thats all I have thanks

[mattydemise]

23:11. October 8th, 2022.

I can’t believe how busy it was behind the bar this evening. It was an unexpected but sexy surprise. Many cocktails were made, a lot of passionfruit martinis, there was a massive table of twenty-something chicks. A lot of sweet stuff. Doesn’t bother me though because I enjoy making it all. Except mojitos. They’re too fucking time consuming. I’ve tried to streamline the process a little but ultimately it doesn’t change much. The mojito used to be my favourite cocktail to make and now it’s fallen to the bottom of the inglorious heap. Back at it tomorrow, opening the cocktail lounge at 14:30, I think there may be a booking in there. I disagree with the concept of making a booking for a cocktail lounge. Owners want it to be more exclusive but I think it has the potential to rob the place from the sort of spontaneous decision making that inspires most people’s fucking booze crawls. Doesn’t matter, I’ll chuck on some good tunes, flirt my cock off, and make people smile. I’m carving out that niche I always wanted for myself. No more restraining myself or holding myself back. Life’s too short to compromise your own identity. I get a lot more compliments and praise for my work when I’m just killing it and being myself. Near closing time I went and hung out with some older chicks and shot the shit for 5 minutes while it was slow, and one of them said I looked like Sebastian Bach. That’s, what, three in a week? Didn’t know people even remembered Skid Row. I need to buy some Skid Row merch and cut the sleeves off to make some sick tank tops for summer. A boy can dream! I just checked eBay and there’s a lot of vintage Skid Row merch but the thought of wearing some old battered tank top covered in beer, sweat, and bodily fluids doesn’t really get my dick hard. Unless? Just kidding. Or am I?

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Anklets and Necklaces

Inspired by this tweet.

@5-secondsofcolor I’m not sorry.

Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.

_______________

Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.

“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.

Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”

“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”

The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”

“Yes, please.”

Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”

“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.

She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”

Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”

Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”

“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”

And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.

“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”

This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”

“I know something your tongue can have too.”

“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”

“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.

“Besides what?” he prompts again.

“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”

There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.

“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”

“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”

“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”

She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.

“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”

Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.

“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on. 

The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.

“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”

Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.

Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.

It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.

And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.

“I love you,” he states.

She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. “I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.

“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”

Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”

Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”

“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.

“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”

She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”

“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”

Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.

But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.

“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.

“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.

“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”

“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”

“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”

“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”

“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.

The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.

“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”

“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”

“You’re right, but still.”

Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”

She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.

“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.

She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.

“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.

Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.

Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”

His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”

Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”

Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”

“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”

They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”

Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.

“Yes baby?”

There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.

“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”

Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.

Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.

Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”

“I do. I love you.”

They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.

Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.

Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.

His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.

Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.

Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”

The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.

“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.

“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.

Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.

More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.

She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.

Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.

“Yes, oh yes, I will.”

“Gonna cum for me?”

“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.

Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.

Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.

Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.

“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.

Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.

He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.

She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.

“How much I love you,” she answers softly.

“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.

Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.

The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.

The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.

“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”

Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.

“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.

“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.

And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.

She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.

They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy now,” she returns.

“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.

The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.

“I think we still have some blueberries.”

She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”

[bizarrescribblez]

Selfshiptember Day 1: First Time Meeting

[me pov]

“Walking into a store that has a giant UFO displayed in the front seems kind of ironic don’t you think?” I asked staring at the display of Fry’s Electronics. The parking lot was barren; a sign of the days of shopping in person becoming a thing of the past. Only a few cars scattered and OJ’s pickup truck painted the scene, they practically looked like ants in front of the gigantic store. The only response to my question was a slight laugh from Em as we all walked into the store. I wasn’t sure of anything technical or electronic so I let Em and OJ do their thing as I walked around the slightly empty store. I’ve never been in a store like this before so I took it all in before darting to the small candy aisle.

“Whoops- sorry…” I mumbled an apology when I almost bumped into an employee. She seemed to not be too bothered by it before glancing at her co-worker and letting out a chuckle. I looked at her name tag and it said ‘Nessie’ until I tried not to focus once she faced me and gave a smug smile.

“Good luck.” Was all I heard before she walked away. It left me confused before grabbing two bags of gummy bears and going to the vacant register, bumping into Em and OJ on my way.

“You guys find what you were looking for?” I ask as I observed the small bagged up electrical items in their cart. “It doesn’t look like a lot..”

“Oh this kinda sweaty looking guy who checked us out has the rest. Said we couldn’t be able to install it ourselves so he’s coming by later.” Emerald answered before giving a mischievous face. “The stuff we bought wasn’t the only thing he was checking out though.”

Connecting the dots with Nessie’s comment now Em’s ‘joke’ made me roll my eyes. The last thing I need is a possible neckbeard wanting to ask me out.

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

“It’s true! Go buy your candy and tell me about it! We’ll be waiting for you outside!” Emerald encouraged me before I huffed and separated from the two.

Walking felt like an eternity trying to decipher or fathom who was even at the register. The neckbeard possibility wasn’t too far off, I mean I probably didn’t choose the best fashion choice today when it comes to warding off those kind of guys (in case you were wondering yes I was wearing my matching cinnamonroll tank + shorts combo and my on brand Lizzie McGuire looking shoes). I kind of avoided eye contact upon arriving at the register as I put the two bags of candy on the flat surface.

“Hi. These two please.” I said blankly before looking up and. Oh man. He was hot-

[Angel’s pov]

Oh shit. Oh fuck she ended up coming up by herself. If Nessie told her anything I swear to-

“Oh hey Um- welcome to Fry’s…” I awkwardly made the obligatory start to her. It’s not everyday you get broken up with and feeling like love is dead for a week straight.. then being met with possibly the light of your life. But today was that day, as crazy as that sounded. I mean- two folks walking in vaguely implying ufo hunting was already crazy but this was the cherry on top. She was beautiful. I’m not sure who the silly rabbit thing was on her clothes but that just added to the cuteness. There was a slight couple seconds of silence before she looked red.

[me pov]

OH NOOOO HES HOT. I couldn’t even hide my red face.

“Oh man - summer am I right?” I said in an attempt to make it less obvious I was red over him, although in hindsight I’m sure it didn’t help at all.

“Oh I get you, it kinda slips in even with the air conditioning..” He added on. He quickly looked to see the candy before frantically scanning them. “Okay that’s gonna be..6.98” He said, talking kind of slower as if he didn’t want the conversation to end. I didn’t want it to either. I grabbed a $5 from my pocket before realization hit.

I needed two more dollars..

I started patting my pockets which was a habit when I was forgetting something as I noted he was focusing on this action.

“..I’m sorry can you take one of those off, I can only get one. I think I left my bag in the truck..” I apologized kind of mentally hitting myself in the head as to why I left my bag in the truck in an empty parking lot where anybody can break in and take it.

“Oh hey..don’t worry about it. I’ll just-“ He took both candy bags and attempted to slip them both in the shopping bag until he noticed an older man from afar looking at him before placing just one candy bag in the plastic bag. “Sorry..”

“Hey it’s fine, I appreciate the though-“ I said before seeing his name tag.

Angel… fitting for the sweet act he was going to do.

“….thank you for almost letting me steal from your job.” A chuckle escaped his lips as I handed him the $5. Change was given as I took it from his slightly sweaty hand. Something that could be seen as gross, was a sign I was leaving a good impression on him. “I’ll see you around I hope.” Knowing he’d come by to Haywood in a little while.

“I hope so- I mean! Yeah I hope to see you around too!” Angel said awkwardly. I then made my way outside hoping I wasn’t keeping OJ and Em outside for long.

[me pov]

Waiting for Angel felt like an eternity. The only thing keeping me grounded from thinking about him was the looming fear of an extra terrestrial attacking at any second and Emerald slumped on the porch asking me a million questions about him. However, before I could attempt to answer any of them, a van with ‘Fry’s Tech Team’ written on the side pulled up to the front of the farmhouse.

“There’s your loverboy~” Em teased as I shook my head in reply. The three of us gathered by the van as he came out, let out a yawn and greeted us.

“Sup.”

An opening of the van’s back doors and a scream from him (immediately calmed by OJ) later Em was off to their own devices as me, him and OJ were left. Overhearing their conversation, a few things were noticed.

A name of a woman going by “Rebecca Diaz”.

Rebecca Diaz is not only a model but an actress. Is going to be on the CW.

And she’s Angel’s ex (she dumped him).

Dread filled my entire body as I started realizing ‘hey maybe you were overthinking everything at the store? maybe he really was hot from the summer heat?’. I slumped a bit before feeling a tap on my shoulder, the dread grew deeper as Angel was in my sights.

“Hey, I think I owe you something.” He grinned before handing me the second bag of gummy bears.

“Wh- how?” I asked. Although I was moreso curious why he cared about something so small than how he got them.

“I had Nessie distract our boss while I snuck them into the van.” He gave a playful wink which didn’t help the dread I felt a minute prior. I held the bag close as my smile grew.

“….you didn’t have to do that. I’ll pay you back- here I have the change you gave me-“ I used my free hand to reach for my pocket as he waved his hands in objection.

“Hey- it’s okay you don’t have to pay me it’s just four dollars it’s okay.” Angel objected before pursing his lips and raising an eyebrow. “Although I wouldn’t mind being repaid with a couple gummy bears…”

Said proposal made an unexpected chuckle escape from me as I lightly punched his shoulder. Noting the sudden playful smile on his face.

“I accept the gummy bear payment. I’ll make sure to save you half after you- do what you gotta do out here.” We both stood smiling for what felt like a minute before OJ started to guide him where to put up the cameras.

“HEY!” Angel shouted from a couple feet away. “I DIDN’T GET YOUR NAME!”

Another chuckle escaped. “I’M MIA!” I shouted back humoring him. A second of silence for him to process hit.

“COOL! .. JUST LIKE THE MOVIE!” The joke made me playfully roll me eyes. “I’M ANGEL!”

“I KNOW I SAW YOUR NAME TAG EARLIER.” I could hear him laugh from a longer distance as I waved to him before sitting back on the porch.

Even if this ufo is something to possibly be feared of, I gotta thank whatever it is for this.

WOO BOY. First finished fic of selfshiptember.. only 29 to go X]!! Hopefully y’all liked it im really rusty with my writing but this month will be like a fun exercise for me! THANKING THE OP OF THE PROMPT LIST @strawberry--bat for coming up with this fun month long list I’m so excited to do the other ones …

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[cloudytamaki]

hq » dumbass things

warnings: crack, dumbass topics (choking etc), swearing 😺✨ author’s notes: sorry if i didn’t get many characters / all of them,, i’m new to watching/reading + this is my first time writing haikyuu!

bokuto • you were choking on water, and guess what this dumbass does? he panics and yells your name, jumping up quickly as he slaps his hand down hard on your back. sir?? are we trying to give y/n a mcfucking back issue?

sugawara • found a puppy in the backyard at 12 am and brought it inside. i’m currently wondering if he needs glasses or a slap on the back, because it was obviously a coyote. you kept telling him and told him not to bring it inside, but he was in his mom mode and brought the ‘homeless shepherd mix’ inside anyway.

tsukishima • so you got up early in the morning and absolutely lost it when tsukki got up without pants on. this man was wearing his mom’s birthday gift from last year – boxers with chibi dinosaurs on them. when you pointed them out, he got redder than the dinos on the fabric.

asahi • you asked him to watch a horror movie with you. this was a very bad idea since you chose saw. he actually jumped into your lap a few times, and on a particularly gory part, he gasped and suddenly went silent. he actually fainted.

oikawa • you did the tiktok shower prank on him since he was singing at the top of his lungs. you jumped in, fully clothed, expecting a funny ass reaction. what you didn’t expect was him screaming, pulling down the shower curtain, slipping and falling, butt ass naked. he got shampoo in his eyes and landed hard on his wrist. you had to help this man up and rinse him down, then dry him after.

yamaguchi • you were at a gas station, buying slushies and random snacks for the car. you paid and walked out of the store, getting into the car. you thought he was behind you... he wasn’t. he actually got into an unlocked car; you dragged him out before the person could come back and call the cops.

kuroo • you have a pair of crocs that you wear all around the house, and you usually keep the strap up. but when you slid them on, you didn’t notice that the strap was down, and you were in the hallway trying to yank your feet out of the crocs when kuroo came in and scared you, causing you to fall right on your ass. he started laughing like a hyena and didn’t help you fix them.

goshiki • you were giving him a haircut since he insisted. i don’t even know how this happened but your dog came running in and started barking because of the mailman. and guess what?? goshiki jumped and there was some screaming – then suddenly you realized you had chopped a lock of his hair off. cue intense fright when he looks in the mirror. never again.

iwaizumi • you were cuddling in bed, fully asleep when suddenly he had a nightmare. his foot slammed into your shins and you let go of him, screaming. he shot up, his eyes crazed and his hair wild when he saw you on the floor. he helped you up and was so confused when you scooted to the other side of the bed.

kageyama • he... i don’t know how to explain this but he managed to get his foot stuck in the door. literally not joking. he managed to get his foot stuck in the door and called you for help, you grabbed him and pulled him hard but it didn’t work until you unscrewed the door.

daichi • he was eating lunch with you; he ordered a dish and he forgot to tell the waiter to hold the spice. so, when he started eating, he started coughing loudly. his entire face was red and no amount of water could fix it. guess who’s never going back there.

hinata • you know the funny my-child-is-at-the-register joke? you always laughed at it until it happened to you. you went to the bathroom and when you came back out, you couldn’t find hinata. he was gone... or so you thought; your name was blasted throughout the store on the loudspeakers. when you came over there he looked like he was about to piss himself.

lev • you were at the beach, slowly stepping into the water to have some fun. then your 6′5 boyfriend comes running in the water and slips on the sand, doing a wonderful face plant. and when he slipped, mud and water sprayed all over your nice new bathing suit. 

kenma • this man... you were at ikea looking at some new beds and wallpapers for your rooms, kenma was looking for a gaming desk. you told him you were gonna look at another theme and he nodded and sat down on a nearby couch. then you walked back over and saw him slumped on the couch, passed out. you had to shake his ass awake because there were angry staff people behind you.

tendou • he was making a scene about how he stuffed 12 pieces of gum in his mouth and was dancing to the store music when he started choking on his bubblegum. people literally passed by the aisle you were in with disgusted looks as you gave him the heimlich. don’t even ask me how, but he managed to get it stuck in his hair.

akaashi • you were going ice skating. kind of a classy activity, so you thought he’d be great at it. well... he kind of was; he didn’t fall, but he accidentally slid into the wall/railing thing a few times.

atsumu • begged you to go out with him to a new pizza restaurant and said he’d pay for everything. you reluctantly agreed, and you had the best pie of your life. and the $40 receipt comes, and you realize this man. left. his wallet. at home.

osamu • he mopped the floor and went outside, then came back inside, expecting the floor to be dry. well, it wasn’t, so when he walked on it, there were some nasty ass footprints. he actually blamed it on you uhm...

sakusa • someone recognized him in public and shook his hand because they were a big fan. the man went into convulsions when the person’s skin made contact with his.

terushima • he keeps acting like his tongue piercing is something to brag about. it definitely isn’t when he gets it stuck in some food and asks you to help him take it out.

suna • so... you were unaware he was taking a nap in the other room, and you were shaking your ass to some cardi b songs. and you thought the door was locked, and he caught you right in the middle of a split. your muscles popped when he threw open the door asking you to turn the volume the fuck down.

ushijima • you were cleaning the fish tank with him and you offered to carry the 10 gallon tank back to where it was after you washed it. he kept denying you and lifted it up to prove his point. when he was walking with it, he dropped it. 

yamamoto • kept talking about having guts and being manly, so you decided to test his resolve by dragging him to an actually haunted house. he did a very good job of disguising his surprise, but he just squeezed your hand tighter. you were nearing the exit when a big ass hairy spider dropped right in front of his face. man jumped back and shrieked like the little girl you saw earlier. he was so embarrassed when you brought it up.

nishinoya • you invited him horseback riding, and he happily agreed. well, you warm up to the horse before swinging yourself onto its back. he somehow botched both of those – the horse bit him and ran off when he got on. that pretty much ruined his perception of horses.

tanaka • he was going out in public and was completely oblivious to his own smell. goddamn, it smelled like baked beans fermenting in a sewer. he was acting all cool and didn’t even notice people covering their noses. when he got home with a bouquet of marigolds, you didn’t know what smelled worse, the flowers or him.

[gingeraleluke]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: underground boxer!vinnie x influencer!fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: time to go catch some sun with the gays and avoid all of the drama back home! let’s just hope things sail smoothly without her…

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: swearing, some sex talk?, mention of insecurities/self conscious reader

𝗔/𝗡: first song of the series!! 👀

i have a playlist for the book but since we are only on chapter four, y’all won’t get it till it’s finished!

i highly suggest listening to the songs in this series while reading!! it definitely helps set the mood <3

im so glad you guys are enjoying this as much as i am.. it’s gonna get wild i promise!! i have nothing to say so just read it lmao 🤪

series masterlist

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“okay, what the FUCK am i supposed to say to that?” y/n squealed while slapping mo with a pillow.

everyone around her was freaking out at vinnies reply to her message while she was trying to comprehend exactly what was going on.

“i mean.. should i even reply?”

mo and kane gasped. “what? no! just tell him how you feel.” fred spoke up and everybody nodded.

honestly, y/n wanted nothing but to be with vinnie. he was a bit of an asshole and sure he threatened her brother, but fuck… was he hot.

“oh, god…drakes gonna kill me..” she quickly typed a reply and hit send before she could even think about it. her brain was swimming in vodka and she couldn’t care less about whatever the consequences of her actions would be.

what would you do if i said yes?

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everyone left and it was now just mo, kane, and y/n.

the couple were fast asleep in their beds as y/n was sprawled out on mo’s pull out couch, her head already pounding from the alcohol.

it had been around two hours since she sent the risky text to vinnie, and her heart was racing. she tried to make a pros and cons list in her head but everything was too fuzzy up there for her to focus.

me?

i’d call drake and tell him his little sisters drunk

i suggest you go to bed before you send me something you’ll regret in the morning

well, damn.

that’s embarrassing.

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music was blaring through her headphones as she brushed through her hair. she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror and decided to wear a white tank top over her white bikini top. she had a pair of blue basketball shorts on and a pair of sunglasses on her head.

she straightened her hair while singing along to some pop song that she had stuck in her head. she was getting ready for a pool party at this place that zach and quinn rented out. she knew that quinn had something to tell her, but had no idea what it might be. y/n was excited to have a little break from drake and his drama, but she definitely couldn’t keep vinnie off of her mind.

maybe this will help me get my mind off of him

once her hair was nice and straight, she slipped on some flip flops before walking to the kitchen. drake was in his bed, fast asleep. she couldn’t keep herself from yawning and almost poked her eye out with her mascara earlier. it was way too early in the morning.

she walked behind the counter and read the clock on the oven that read the time 5:39.

god, i wanna go back to bed.

she knew today would be a good day though, and stayed positive while rummaging through the cabinet. she ended up making some eggs and bacon to start her day. it was one of her favorites.

she scrolled through instagram as she ate, before putting her dishes in the sink and grabbing her bags, getting a text that her ride was there. she made sure to pack her gift for mo before leaving. it was their friendaversary, and she knew she had to buy her something sweet and meaningful. she remembered when she slept over at mo’s place and a commercial came on for a blanket that wrapped around your feet like a mermaid tail. mo was ecstatic, jumping up and down at pointing at the tv. kane rushed out to see what the fuck was going on, and she begged him to buy it for her. he dismissed her and went back to bed, leaving mo determined to find their website and purchase it herself.

the only problem was, there was only one size and it was for children 4-10. mo was most definitely bigger than a ten year old and was upset for the rest of the night. she cursed the government for god knows what, and was speaking incoherent phrases about how her life sucked.

y/n decided to do some research and found a woman who knitted mermaid blankets in adult sizes. she reached out to her and asked for a custom blanket just for mo. she measured herself and added a few inches, mo being a bit taller than her, and sent the info to the woman right away. y/n picked out a specific shade of blue that she knew mo loved, and it would even match her freshly dyed hair. when the package for the present came, she immediately ripped it open and saw that it was perfect. there was a little tag sawn in at the bottom with moriah written on it in a beautiful calligraphy style, and the yarn was as soft as a feather.

she decided not to post anything just yet, since it was way too early in the morning and walked outside to find zach and mo looking at her through the window of zach’s car.

“what’s up bitches?!” y/n yelled, her flip flops slapping against the concrete as she made her way towards the white jeep, her bags in her hands and her earbuds wrapped around her ladybug case.

“there she is!” zach shouted as mo started banging on the glass. he pulled out his camera and aimed it towards y/n. “look who finally decided to show up!”

“let’s move, bitch! i want to get this show on the road!” mo exaggerated her words by swinging open the car door and moving to the right side of the car. y/n chuckled at her words and sat in the back seat of the car, before closing the door and buckling her seat belt. “who even talks like that, what are you? a dad?”

“shut the fuck up and give me your phone.” mo quips, reaching over and grabbing the phone that rested in y/n’s lap, her bag sat on the car floor at her feet.

“for what?”

“you get aux, i’m sick of listening to quinn’s suck-ass country music-“

“HEY!” quinn shouted, looking behind his seat to see the blue and brown haired girl. zach laughed behind the camera, still filming.

“no, i’m serious quinn! if i hear one more song by blake shelton, i will actually jump out of this car.” y/n and zach laughed as the two bickered.

“i’ll have you know, some of us-“ he looked over at his boyfriend who was looking at him through the lens, “LIKE country, thank you very much!”

zach pulled the camera back towards his face. “i know he isn’t talking about me.” quinn turned his camera off as his boyfriend giggled.

zach was pulling out of the driveway and made their way onto the main road as mo searched through y/n’s music library.

“you know, babes… you really should have a passcode on your phone.”

“yeah, i know, but i have an app that locks all my personal stuff like my messages and my photos… i just feel better not having a password lock, i mean, it makes me look like i have nothing to hide, but in reality- BAM! passlock on all my apps.”

the two laughed at her words before zach spoke up. “so, y/n… how’s vinnie?”

“don’t even get me started.” she groaned, slipping her shoes off and sitting on her bare feet.

“what?! why? what happened?” mo asked.

“i don’t know- i was all flirty with him last night and he said that i was just drunk and to go to bed… it was so embarrassing, you guys.” y/n closed her eyes and took her sunglasses off of her head and framed them on her face. the group non-approvingly hummed at her statement.

“girl, don’t worry about it okay?” quinn looked back at her and locked eyes as he spoke. “just let loose today and forget about him. he’s not worth it.”

“yeah! today is gonna be fun, babes.” zach said, looking at the sad girl in the rear view mirror.

“i don’t know… it’s like.. everytime i think that i like a guy, i end up second guessing myself and then i embarrass myself and just keep repeating the cycle! like, what the fuck is wrong with me?!” she could feel tears start to come.

“girl, no! stop.. don’t cry and don’t do that, okay? you are such a catch and everyone knows it! now shut the fuck up and have a hot girl summer with us.” mo hugged her before clicking on a song as zach turned the volume up.

♫ 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙣𝙙

“oh my god- i LOVE this song!” he exclaimed, making y/n smile when she realized what song it was.

“never need a bitch i’m what a bitch need, tryna find the one that can fix me.” mo sang, making a fake microphone with her hand. she wore a ruffled skirt and a graphic top with some kind of jacket over it. it was super early 2000s but matched her hair perfectly.

i’ve been dodging death in the six-speed

amphetamine got my stummy feeling sickly

the three sang, waiting for y/n to join in. at the beat drop, she immediately sat up and starting singing with a fake microphone just like mo did.

“yeah, i want it all now! i’ve been running through the pussy need a dog pound!” she smiled as she danced with mo.

hundred models getting faded in the compound

tryna love me but they never get a pulse down

y/n couldn’t help but relate to every song she had ever heard, and right now, she decided to pour everything out in the backseat of that car.

fuck her feelings for vinnie.

fuck the way she couldn’t get that stupid guy off of her mind.

fuck her brother for never being there for her anymore.

fuck it all.

“CAUSE IM HEARTLESS, AND IM BACK TO MY WAYS CAUSE IM HEARTLESS!” everyone, including quinn, sang.

“ALL THIS MONEY AND THIS PAIN GOT ME HEART LESS!” y/n ran her hands through her hair and could feel moriahs hands on her shoulders

low life for life cause i’m heartless

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“holy fucking shit…” zach laughed, looking at something displayed on his phone that only him and quinn could see. whatever it was that they were looking at, was clearly something incredibly interesting since they were both ogling over it for almost half an hour.

“okay, seriously, what the fuck are you guys looking at??” mo got up from her seat and jumped behind the two while y/n finished eating her lunch. they had finally arrived to the place and everyone was starving so they stopped at a little combined restaurant nearby which was serving sushi and bbq.

she didn’t want to be rude, so she picked up after everyone since they were so focused on something else. she always hated leaving places untidy knowing someone else would have to clean it.

“guys…” mo smacked zach on the head, appalled by what they were viewing. “ow!”

“are you fucking kidding? put that shit away before she sees.” y/n overheard their conversation and walked back from the trash nearby and stood behind them, determined to see whatever they didn’t want her to see.

“before i see what?” she reached for zachs phone before mo grabbed it and held it up high, keeping it out of her reach. y/n struggled to grab it but ended up annoyed.

“okay, seriously?”

“no, y/n, for real… you don’t want to see this.”

“moriah..” y/n warned, pissed off that they were hiding something from her. the short haired girl frowned before handing over zachs phone.

her breath hitched in the back of her throat as a shirtless picture of vinnie was exhibited on the device she held. that wasn’t the worst part though.

it was the pair of high heels that sat in the corner of the frame.

she began analyzing every square inch of the setup of that image. the more she looked, the more it looked like a girls bedroom.

what the fuck

vinnie has a girlfriend?

no one around her was as upset as she thought they would be.

they must not have noticed..

“mo?”

“mmhmm?”

“look in the right bottom corner.” she handed the phone back to mo and walked over to the pool, dipping her feet in it.

“oh…” the boys crowded around her and realization struck their faces.

“yep… even if he did like me, he has a fucking girlfriend, so i’m definitely over him.” she kicked her toes in the water.

“okay- hold up! he might not have a girlfriend, we don’t know that!” mo exclaimed, sitting beside her best friend.

“yeah, maybe he just has a sister!” quinn put his hand on the girls shoulder.

“he takes shirtless pics in his sisters room?” she looked back up at the two boys standing, zach laughing at the idea and quinn stammered a reply.

“i don’t know! maybe!”

she rolled her eyes and stood up.

“he wasn’t even my type anyways… plus, the guys on his team are super hot too and if i was gonna date someone who was against my brother, i’d rather date one of them.” she smiled, already forgetting about the boy with the spider on his chest.

she never really got over boys easily, but ever since she started getting hundreds of followers a day, she’s got hot boys in her dms on the daily. she wasn’t worried about being alone anymore, knowing that she has thousands of guys who would kill to be with her. but she was still sick of wasting her time on the guys who don’t show up.

“oh my god, do you have any pictures?! what are their names?”

“yeah, who’s the hottest?!”

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y/n found the instagram for hackers team easier than she thought she would. drakes coaches have an insta for him too, but she wasn’t sure if vinnie would. he’s newer to boxing than drake but definitely had a huge following already. she found the instagram under who the gym was following and screenshotted their newest post.

it was a picture of them all, standing around a shirtless and flexing vinnie. it must have been taken after the weigh-in.

y/n was excited to finally know the names of the guys she was looking at yesterday.

“fuck, okay guys! i found it! but can we please go get ice cream after? it’s so fucking hot out-“

“yeah, yeah, we will get you your ice cream- now show us!”

the first person tagged in the picture, was the oldest of them all. he was vinnies coach, with short black hair and a super square and muscular jaw. clicking on the account tagged, the name bobby showed up.

“oooh, he’s kinda hot..” zach exclaimed.

quinn shoved him, “i’m kidding!!” he turned his head and mouthed ‘i’m not kidding’ to mo and y/n.

“that’s gross, zach! he looks like hes thirty.” mo scoffed.

“yeah, and? he’s a zaddy!” he singsonged while getting smacks from his boyfriend.

the next account listed was the chinese man who looked like he came straight out of a pinterest board. the name tagged was erik.

“he’s so pretty.” mo gushed.

the boy standing next to him was one who immediately caught her eye the other day. duncan.

“oooohhh, who is this joshua basset look alike?” quinn asked, leaning forwards.

“his name is duncan.”

“oh, look at y/n all flustered!”

“shut up, he’s hot okay?”

he had curly brown hair and a perfect nose. she found herself scrolling through his instagram.

okay, y/n, stop scrolling before your thoughts become unholy…

“WAIT! who is that caramel cutie?! he looks like jaden smith!” mo reached out for the phone. she had a thing for guys like him, despite her boyfriend looking absolutely nothing alike.

“he doesn’t even look like jaden smith, you’re just obsessed.”

“me? obsessed with jaden smith? you are absolutely right!” the group laughed, y/n scooted closer to them.

“yeah, yeah, what’s his name?”

“his name is ru…. must be short for something.”

“ugh, i love me a short name!” mo shouted, her arms waving in the air. “mo and ru? tell me that doesn’t go together!”

“um… what about mo and kane? you know… your boyfriend!?”

mo rolled her eyes playfully and clicked on the last tagged account.

“woah..” she sputtered.

“what?” y/n looked over to see. her eyes widened and she whipped her phone out of mo’s hand.

it was the outcast of the group. the one who disappeared into the background and the one who sent a shiver down her spine just thinking about him.

blue.

well fuck, he’s named after my favorite color!

his instagram was private and his profile picture was taken from a low angel. his dark eyes peering down into the camera past his eyelids. his slightly-upturn nose was now down turned and the profile picture reeked of sex, whether he realized it or not. his black hair was sweeped across his forehead and he had a hand wrapped around his neck. his hand was flawless too. his lips were thin yet full and every little detail made him look like a grunge ken doll.

“fuck.. i’m wet now.” mo spoke next to y/n’s ear, frightening her.

she bursted out laughing before the group made their way to the ice cream place.

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walking to the car holding their ice cream, they began to strip down so they wore nothing but their bathing suits, leaving their clothes in the car. everyone ordered a chocolate-vanilla swirl in a cone. well… everyone but quinn, who decided on a plain vanilla in a cup.

“here, hold my ice cream while i take off my top.”

“this tastes so fucking good..” zach moaned, wearing nothing but his navy blue swim trunks that matched his boyfriends. y/n shimmied out of her tank and shorts and was now left in her white bikini.

“it’s so bright outside!” she groaned, quickly putting her sunglasses back on. “ugh, i know!” mo agreed, grabbing her ice cream.

mo was now wearing her neon green bikini. it had straps around it and little black buckles on the side. it was super flattering on her.

“i wish i looked like you…”

“what?!” mo exclaimed, her eyes scanning the girl standing infront of her. her white bralette and matching bottoms form fitting her body.

“i don’t know…. i hate bikinis.”

“don’t!” she took her shoes off and jumped towards y/n. “you look so fucking hot, own it!”

they got back in the car and hit the road, making their way back to the hotel and back to the pool.

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the two girls made their way towards their hotel room with quinn. zach was at the pool saving a seat for them. the brunette boy claimed that he needed them to help him carry bags up to the rooms, and with zachs freshly painted nails, he couldn’t risk messing them up

y/n opened the door, laughing at something mo said. she almost screamed at the sight in front of her.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

was spelled out in rose petals on the ground. candles and champagne resting on the counters.

“WHAT THE FUC-“ mo put her hand on y/n’s mouth as quinn was laughing at their reply. “shhh!!” mo whispered as the two slowly crept around the petals.

suddenly, quinn closed the door behind them and pulled out a black box.

the two girls gasped as he kneeled down.

“are you proposing to us?!” y/n whisper yelled.

quinn laughed and got up, “no, stupid! i’m proposing to zach..” the three began to jump around in a circle, quietly squealing at his words

“quinn is gonna get married!” y/n could feel herself start to cry.

“only if he says yes.”

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“okay, can you see me from here?”

“yes, quinn. you are standing behind a lamp, that’s not hidden at all.”

he shook his head and walked towards her. “okay, they will be here any second so let’s get you in the shower.”

they walked to the bathroom, their bare feet meeting the tiles. “quinn, i don’t need your help-“

“no, because i need to make sure everything goes perfectly.”

she stepped into the shower and pulled the curtains.

“yeah, but-“

quinn turned the nozzle on the shower, cold water hit y/n’s scalp and ran down her bikini-cladded body.

“QUINN!”

“shh!!” he put a finger up to his lips, trying to keep y/n from squealing.

“y/n!” mo shouted from the hotel door. “me and zach are here to help you!”

the plan was for mo to get zach from the pool and tell him that y/n fell in the shower. why she would be taking a shower? no one fucking knows, but that was the best they could come up with. she told zach that quinn tried to help her but got uncomfortable seeing her naked since he’s bisexual and that he felt like he was ‘cheating with his eyes’ which zach laughed at. so there they were, banging on the door. mo knew the door was unlocked but pretended it wasn’t to give quinn more time to get into position.

quinn made sure that his phone was propped up in order to film the proposal for zachs vlog. mo swung open the door, and zach was met with quinn, down on one knee and holding a ring. the flower petals positioned behind him and the candles being the only light.

y/n couldn’t hear the proposal through the water, so she shut it off and peeked her neck through the curtains.

quinn stopped mid sentence at the sound of y/n slipping in the shower, her body slamming against the tub with a force, as she yelled ‘fuck’.

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my best friends are getting married!!

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“i’m getting married! i’m getting married!” zach sang, floating on his back in the pool. he kept his ring in the box and shoved it in his bag to keep him from losing it at the pool.

it was now almost 7pm, and the group was outside by the pool. there were neon lights hung on the gates that lit the pool up beautifully and they had the pool to themselves.

after zach said yes, they decided to spend the rest of the day outside, filming them goofing around by the pool. they ordered some seafood to be sent to the hotel and even got a huge congratulations cake sent.

y/n was currently laid down on her stomach, a bowl of fruit placed in front of her. “we know, babes! i was there… i might have been in the shower, but i was still there!” she said, biting into a strawberry.

“oh, yeah, how’s your head feeling by the way?” mo asked, her and quinn sat on the pool stairs while zach was struggling to get on top of a float.

“it’s fine, it still hurts but only when i touch it.. so,” she pointed at the three in front of her, “none of you, touch my head!”

before anyone could say anything, y/n’s ringtone went off.

she popped a blueberry in her mouth before picking up her phone and seeing who was calling.

incoming call from vinnie 🐞🤍

what?

y/n felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her.

he must have butt dialed me or something.

“who is it?” mo wondered.

“it’s vinnie…” she looked over at her friend, her eyes were pleading for help.

“ooooh vinnie!!” zach yelped, “get it girl!”

“shut up!” mo scolded.

“oh, that’s right. we hate him, fuck him!”

“shhh!” y/n exclaimed, answering the phone.

“hello?”

“fuck, y/n? where are you? are you okay?”

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Top 5 Boba moments 🥺

ohh fun! :D i’m gonna go in chronological order for these, just for organization’s sake. i’m also going to try and only include moments i haven’t talked much about before, just to keep things fun and fresh!

1. freeing the sea mice: starting from the very first boba fett junior novel the fight to survive, bc, well, chronological order! i like this moment bc it really emphasizes how innocent boba used to be. basically, there’s an aquarium with an eel in the fett’s kamino apartment and while jango and zam are off making bad decisions on coruscant, boba is tasked with it feeding aquatic rodents called “sea-mice” to the eel, something he’s never had to do before. but he doesn’t like doing it. the sea-mice always seem to trust him when he picks them up and he feels guilty for betraying them by feeding them to the eel. so, one day, he decides it’s going to be different. that morning, he feeds the eel his own breakfast (which is like, both sweet and hilarious, like honey did you really just throw your lunchables into an eel’s tank bc you wanted to make sure it was fed even while you’re out here freeing feeder mice? A+ for good intentions, F- for knowledge of how animals work) and tries to free a few of the sea-mice into kamino’s oceans. unfortunately, they don’t survive. the next day, boba reluctantly goes back to feeding the mice to the eel, telling one before he drops it in, “sorry; life is hard on the small and the weak,” echoing a saying of his father’s. this then becomes horrible foreshadowing for the rest of the series, in which boba is orphaned and suddenly finds himself being preyed upon by all sorts of antagonists. i know it’s a kids’ series and it’s Not That Deep, but i do really like that there’s a parallel created between boba and the mouse and the implication of the series as a whole that boba fett didn’t become a notorious hunter because he was always that way, but specifically because he started out as prey. also, it’s kind of hilarious in retrospect that boba felt compassion for rodents, but literally days later attempted to take obi-wan’s life without hesitation. kid’s really got his priorities in order.

2. standing up to jabba the hutt: this is from the junior novel boba fett: hunted, which is my favorite of the junior novels for him. in the story, boba pretends a short-statured adult by concealing his face with his father’s helmet and attempts to find work from jabba the hutt. however, when he finally gets an audience with jabba, jabba indeed offers to bring him back to his palace—as an indentured servant. and this freaking, like, eleven-year-old, staring down the criminal kingpin of tatooine with no weapons and no armor besides a too-big helmet, snaps at jabba the hutt, “my debt to you? what do i owe you for?” naturally, he is immediately set upon by one of jabba’s guards, and, well, i’ll let you read the rest :D

Boba had no time to think. He acted.

Without a sound, he leaped to one side. The Drovian’s knife whistled harmlessly through the air where, a nanosecond before, Boba had been.

“Huh?” gaped the hulking alien.

A small table stood near the viewscreen. Boba grabbed the table and swung it in front of himself, fending off the Drovian’s blade. Jabba himself watched, laughing coarsely.

“You will pay for this!” croaked the Drovian.

As the guard bore down on him, Boba thrust the table upward. The knife stuck in the wood surface. While the Drovian struggled to free his weapon, Boba pushed the table up farther. Then, he darted sideways, kicking at the lumbering guard’s knees. With a groaning thud, the Drovian stumbled and fell. Jabba’s guests laughed as Boba turned to breathlessly face Jabba.

“I am no one’s slave or servant!” Boba said. “I will work for you, for a price—but I will name that price!”

like, this kid really just brought down an armed adult with nothing but an end table AND finishes it off with a badass line defending his autonomy and defying jabba the hutt! definitely one of my favorite moments from the junior novels.

3. the Look he exchanges with lando while han is being tortured in the background

look, idk why this is so funny to me, but it is. lando’s just so full of loathing for this man who is complicit in forcing him to betray han and boba’s just like “you got shit to say to me. or nah?” he’s such a fucking asshole, i love it.

4. staying conscious just long enough to express his displeasure with the situation in iiiiii think the mandalorian armor, idk it’s been awhile: this story takes place post-RoTJ, after boba has escaped the sarlacc pit, killing it in the process, and is being gradually regaining his strength with the help of fellow bounty hunter dengar and amnesiac former slave neelah. at this point in the story, he’s still quite weak and spends most of his time slipping in and out of consciousness. unfortunately, some of boba’s enemies find out he’s still alive and just start fucking carpet-bombing their general location, so dengar and neelah go “shit, we need a bomb shelter, stat!”...and then slowly turn to look at the subterranean corpse of the sarlacc pit. they thus drag boba’s unconscious body back into the pit so they can all hunker down and wait out the bombs. except, surprise, surprise! the sarlacc ain’t completely dead. one of its giant tentacles starts attacking the group and is succeeding in getting the upper hand over dengar and neelah, when suddenly, boba wakes up. takes a look around and realizes where he is. and then grabs the nearest blaster and just goes apeshit firing on the tentacle, finally managing to kill it. too exhausted to talk, he then turns and fixes dengar with the angriest, most hate-filled glare the man has ever seen... and then promptly passes out. i remember just dissolving into giggles the first time i read that scene. just the mental image of boba fett giving dengar the scariest fucking “why the fuck did you fucking bring me back here” deathglare in the galaxy and then immediately losing consciousness. energy well-spent, boba.

5. that time boba did a mission completely in his underwear for no discernible reason, because daniel keys moran: this one’s just like. so delightfully bizarre that i’m not even going to try justifying it logically bc literally the only reason it exists was bc renowned EU author and certified mad man daniel keys moran really wanted to give boba his strong female character moment, because he deserves it. so, in this subplot, boba is tracking this devaronian war criminal who is holed up in a safehouse equipped with security systems that are triggered by the presence of, like, metal. which means boba can’t wear his armor plates and can’t use any blasters or other gadgetry. so boba loads up a compound bow and knife and makes to hunt this guy down. now, what about his armor? obviously, the most logical thing to do would be to just remove the metal plates and hunt in his flight suit. or, if that isn’t satisfactory, go out and buy like, leather armor or something? or just clothes? BUT NOPE. boba apparently goes, “well, if i can’t wear my armor, i’m not gonna wear ANYTHING” and just. does the entire mission in his underwear. he tracks and stalks this man, shoots him with an arrow, and then chases him down with a knife, ALL IN HIS UNDERWEAR. daniel keys moran even goes so far as to explicitly specify that these ain’t no long-johns, either. he’s like, “and the underwear...... MAINLY COVERED HIS DICK.” LIKE, DANIEL? DANIEL? HOW IS IT THAT OUT OF THE TWO BOBA FETT STORIES YOU’VE WRITTEN, BOTH OF THEM MENTION HIS DICK IN SOME CAPACITY? DANIEL? WHO KEEPS LETTING YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS??? and, like, can you imagine being this poor devaronian? you’re just living your fugitive war criminal life when an arrow hits you in the shoulder and boba fucking fett comes sprinting out of the woods at you in his underwear with a knife? what the fuck. this was canon at one point. what the fuck.

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Chreon, Rated-T

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For a price, anyone could check into a seedy motel, even three people covered in blood, guts, and grime, no questions asked, especially with the ashes of Raccoon City still cooling 100 miles away. So the horizon still held a faint glow of destruction when Leon and Claire stumbled, barely conscious, through the front door of the Tadpole motel at 2 PM October 1st, using each other as support and Sherry clinging to Leon’s back like a koala if a koala drooled and snored.

Two other motels along the highway turned the odd couple away, rumours already flying about Raccoon City, zombies, and a nuclear cover-up. But at the right price, triple the going rate, Claire managed to convince the manager to let them bunk down, courtesy of Leon’s stressed credit card.

The fact Leon’s credit card worked, or that he even still had his credit card, was a miracle. His wallet hadn’t exactly been a priority, and honestly, they could sleep in a cockroach-infested basement, and Leon would be happy because they were dead on their feet after hiking on foot what Leon estimated to be a good 30 miles of rough terrain to get to the nearest town. The sun barely peeked over the horizon when the sky behind them exploded.

Raccoon City was gone. The people Leon had sworn to defend were gone. Sherry and Claire were all he managed to protect, and he’d be damned if he failed now.

The motel room wasn’t terrible; two double beds, a small tube TV, and a leaky faucet. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t something out of a horrible nightmare. They’d left that behind them.

“I’m glad we don’t have a blacklight,” Claire joked, but her tone fell flat.

Leon nudged the bed farthest from the door suspiciously with his boot, dragged back the yellow duvet, and inspected the mattress before he lay Sherry down and tucked her in. He even let Claire shower first, insisted, while he watched Sherry sleep, tossing and turning and whimpering from reliving the horrors in her dreams until Claire emerged from the bathroom, hair still damp, and crawled into bed beside Sherry.

By the time Leon scrubbed his skin raw, the water was cold, and Claire had passed out cold with Sherry cuddled up beside her, little hand tangled in the front of Claire’s dirty tank top like a lifeline. Leon passed out face first on the other bed. He couldn’t even muster the energy to get under the covers.

Movement woke Leon. He jolted awake, reaching for his gun on the bedside table, only to find Claire, fully dressed, perched on the end of his bed and tugging one of her boots. She smiled sadly at the gun levelled at her head.

Leon lowered Matilda, gasping for air. His arm fell limply to his side. “Claire?”

“Hey.” Claire pulled on her second boot. “Sorry.”

Leon blinked at the sleep crusting his eyes. “What... what are you doing?”

Claire sighed and set her foot back down solidly on the ground, hands grasping her thighs. “I need to find Chris. I need... I need to know he’s okay.”

“Now?” Leon glanced at the clock. The bright red numbers read 7:46. The setting sun outside glowed faintly behind the curtains.

“If you ever need me...”

“Forget me. What about Sherry?” Leon snapped, somewhat mollified when Claire winced.

“I know you’ll take good care of her.” Claire’s attention briefly snapped to the sleeping 12-year-old that had survived literal hell. “Leon... if I didn’t have to.”

“Yeah. Yeah, whatever,” Leon scoffed, then rolled over. His heart thundered in his chest. He heard Claire briefly wake up Sherry to say goodbye, promising they’d be in touch, that if Sherry ever needed her, all she needed to do was call.

The door creaked open. Leon clenched his eyes shut, willing down the panic swelling in his chest until it ached. This was it. He was all Sherry had left. They were on their own.

“Take care of our girl for me.” Claire’s voice was barely a whisper.

Leon’s hands trembled, buried in the sheets and pillows, he struggled to suck down air, and his hearing fuzzed. Claire was gone.

For hours, Leon faded in and out of consciousness, barely able to keep the crush of dread at bay. Finally, at some point around 3 AM, he gave up all pretense to sleep and kept a vigilant guard. He jumped at a car alarm, tensed at the slam of a door, and clenched Matilda tightly when soft footfalls passed their door. Eventually, Sherry climbed into his bed to watch early morning cartoons with him.

“Is Claire going to be okay?” Sherry asked softly. She hugged Leon’s arm, cuddling into his side like he used to with his grandma.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about her,” Leon said. He slumped to the side, gently resting his head on top of Sherry’s. “She’ll be fine, kiddo.”

When the sun rose, Leon and Sherry trekked down to the front office to extend their stay another night, then hiked into town searching for clothes and sustenance. Being out in public, surrounded by people, set both Leon and Sherry on edge. They jumped at the slightest sound, and Sherry refused to release Leon’s hand for anything less than going to the bathroom, and even then, he had to stand guard outside the stall. Thank god he had pissed before they left the motel because Sherry was clinging to the back of his jacket while he tried seemed ridiculous.

Their shopping trip was quick. They grabbed what they could, Sherry setting a brisk pace through the little thrift store they found, dragging Leon from rack to rack. They scrounged up a few changes of clothes, socks, underwear, which Leon was a little uncertain of, a jacket that fits over his side holster since he had a license to carry, and a backpack that they filled with snacks and a deck of cards from a little corner store. It turns out Leon’s palette was similar to a twelve-year-old.

The tenuous credit limit finally crapped out on Leon when he tried to buy a six-pack at a shady liquor store on the way back to the motel.

“No job. No money. Just great,” Leon sighed.

For the rest of the day, they holed up in their room munching on junk food, watching terrible daytime TV, and playing Go Fish until Leon made the brilliant decision to teach Sherry how to play poker, and she fleeced him for all the Cheetos.

Leon had no plan beyond survive, and he hadn’t even planned for that. His body ached from being tossed by mutated monsters and shot. His wrapped shoulder twinged.

“Shit,” Leon cursed and clutched his wound. They needed help. He needed help. Taking care of a kid without any resources would be impossible; never mind, he’d never taken care of a person in his life. He had no siblings, no parents. His grandma died when he was nine.

Leon smiled at Sherry in reassurance when she questioned him. This little girl couldn’t be another statistic of the system. He could fix that. He would fix that.

Covered in orange Cheeto dust, Sherry crashed around 8 in the evening. The glow of the sun behind the curtain reminded Leon of the mushroom cloud that had enveloped the sky 36 hours ago. Leon’s stomach twisted in knots. Every creak, every thump, every squeaky break, Leon tensed, waiting for something to crash through the door and disrupt the precarious peace.

Leon hunkered down on his bed, the one closest to the door and any potential threat that came for them, and prepared for another sleepless night on edge.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Around one in the morning, his eyes beginning to droop, Leon nearly fell off the bed in his mad scramble for his gun when someone knocked heavily on the door. Checking his clip, Leon cautiously crept to the door, motioning for now very awake Sherry to stay out of sight.

“Who is it,” Leon called.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry to bother you. My name is Chris Redfield. I’m looking for my sister Claire.”

Leon blinked and glanced back at Sherry, whose head had popped out of the blanket at the sound of Claire’s name. Then, double-checking he had bolted the chain, Leon opened the door a crack to peek out.

A man a little taller than Leon stood under the flickering light outside the door, his hair cut short and a 5 o’clock shadow. Chris Redfield, decorated member of the Racoon City Stars Division. Leon recognized him from the old photo Claire had shown him, but also the records he’d run across during his frantic hunt through the Police Department.

“Chris?” Leon said, astonished it was actually him. He slammed the door, unbolted the chain, and flung the door open again. “What the- Claire’s looking for you. What are you doing here?”

Chris, who eyed the gun uncertainly, brightened at the mention of his sister. “Is she here? The manager at the front recognized her. Said she was here with some guy and a kid.” Chris glanced past Leon into the room to Sherry curled up in the other bed peering out with curious fear from under the blankets.

Leon shook his head, eyes scanning the parking lot. “She’s not here. She left this morning to find you.”

“Fuck.” Chris winced and glanced at Sherry again. “Shit, sorry.”

Sherry giggled into her hands, and Leon rolled his eyes. “I think she’s dealt with worse.” Like the apocalypse.

“But she’s okay. She’s alive?” Chris asked.

“Who? Claire? Yeah. Yeah, she’s fine. Saved my ass more than a few times.” Leon smiled wistfully and then frowned. So Claire had left, and now, here, her brother was trying to track her down. It must be nice to have someone that gave a damn about you.

“Oh, thank god.” Then, finally, all the tension and stiffness in Chris’ posture melted. “I got her message, and...”

Leon scanned the dark parking lot again for any sign of life, then gestured into the motel room. “You should come in.”

“No.” Chris waved off the invitation. “No, I need to find her.” But the fatigue in his voice threatened to topple him, and that would definitely fell Leon if he tried to catch him.

“Dude, you’re dead on your feet,” Leon said. “It’s the middle of the night. Crash for a few hours.”

“Yeah!” Sherry chimed in, bouncing on her bed. “Stay!”

Chris shook his head. “I can’t.”

Leon pursed his lips. “Look, I don’t know you, man. But I do know that if you pass out behind the wheel and wrap yourself around a pole, you’re pretty damn useless to her.”

Chris opened his mouth to argue, and Leon sighed, tilting his head to the side, ready to give up when Chris snapped his mouth closed and cleared his throat. He studied Leon closely, scrutinizing him like he would a suspect, but Chris must have been satisfied with what he found - weakness, terror, immaturity - because he finally said, “just a few hours.” And the anxiety squeezing the life out of Leon eased, just a tiny bit. Enough that he could breathe.

Chris excused himself to run and grab his go-bag, and Leon cursed his stupidity because nothing was stopping Chris from running. That tightness immediately returned, but a few minutes later, another sharp knock sounded at the door.

Leon smiled tiredly and welcomed Chris into the room, relieved to have the company, someone who knew what they were doing; an adult. Leon grew up fast, but he’d never been an adult in his life. Racoon City was supposed to be a fresh start, and now, he was back to square one. Not even. He was in the basement of square one—the root cellar.

Leon finally caught a good look at Sherry with the lights on, still covered in orange dust, her fingers and cheeks stained. “Jesus. Did you eat the Cheetos or roll in them?”

Sherry laughed. “Leon taught me to play poker, and then I won all the cheezies,” she said to Chris, who grinned.

“Nice job.” Chris offered her a high-five, which she eagerly accepted. The hero worship was already forming.

“He gets a little wrinkle right here when he lies,” Sherry said, pointing a small finger between her eyebrows.

“Okay,” Leon said, scooping Sherry off the bed and carrying her off under one arm. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back in bed, munchkin.”

Cheeto dust proved a formidable adversary, but they managed. When they walked back into the room, Chris was standing exactly where they had left him, his bag still slung over his shoulder and his boots laced.

Getting Sherry tucked back into bed became a struggle now that the brand new company hyped her up; no hesitation whatsoever. She liked Chris. She even made Chris put her to bed, Leon faking offence at being disregarded for the new guy, but there was something about seeing a six-foot boulder of a man coax a tiny twelve-year-old back to sleep that made Leon’s chest ache. Especially when Chris told the story of how Claire was convinced that if she left fake teeth under her pillow, she could trick the tooth fairy into giving her more money. It never worked. The tooth fairy left chocolate coins instead. Fake money for a fake tooth.

Leon watched perched on the edge of the other bed, a little envious of Chris’ skill with kids. He double-checked the safety on his handgun, then the clip. Chris eyed Leon as he set his weapon back down on the bedside table, and Leon couldn’t muster the energy to be self-conscious about his paranoia.

Chris may be Claire’s sister and a fellow survivor of Raccoon City, but Leon didn’t actually know him. For all he knew, he was a traitor like Irons or Wesker. Maybe he wasn’t the man Claire believed him to be. What the hell had he been thinking? Inviting a stranger to stay with them?

With Sherry asleep again, Leon and Chris were left to settle in for the remainder of the night. For Chris, that meant shedding his bulky jacket and combat boots.

“It’s Leon, right?” Chris said. He stood awkwardly beside the bed, watching Leon click off the light and climb under the blankets, tucking himself up against the edge of the mattress as close as he possibly could without toppling off. “Claire mentioned you in one of her messages.”

Leon almost facepalmed. He hadn’t introduced himself. He really was doing everything backwards. “Yeah. That’s me. Leon S. Kennedy.” He curled up into a small ball.

“Jesus Christ.” Chris swiped his palm across his mouth. “You’re the new rookie.”

Leon chuckled humourlessly, his hands tightening into fists around the sheets pulled up to his neck. “Was a hell of a first day.”

Chris picked up real quick that Leon didn’t want to talk about it. So instead, he climbed into his side of the bed, the one closest to the door. The mattress dipped under his weight, and Leon tensed. Where else would Chris have slept? The floor? The last person Leon shared a bed with was his ex, who had seemingly saved his life. If she hadn’t broken up with him, if he hadn’t gotten drunk, if he hadn’t slept in hungover as hell, he would have arrived right in the middle of the initial panic, and who knows if he would have survived that. No one else in the department had.

What would it have been like? The screams, the moans, the pleas for help- the sounds still played on repeat in Leon’s head. Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, mouth agape, stumbling towards him with his hands out. Leon had put two bullets between his eyes.

The first indications of a panic attack slammed into Leon. Abruptly, his throat closed. He couldn’t breathe, his vision slid out of focus, and his chest compressed. Like someone reached into his chest and squeezed his heart in a vice. His entire body shook.

Suddenly, a warm voice murmured in his ear, the soothing tone talking him down, calming him. Leon wasn’t alone. He wasn’t trapped in the police station battling endless waves of the undead, the people of Raccoon City he’d taken an oath to serve and protect.

“Leon, kid, you need to breathe,” Chris said. His presence was a solid wall behind Leon. “I’m going to touch you, okay?”

Leon focused on Chris’ voice. His vision began to swim back into focus, his hearing rushed back in a sudden wall of familiar night noises like the drip of the faucet in the bathroom or the lonely car that passed on the highway. He nodded, not fully understanding what Chris was saying. An arm slid around his waist and pulled him back into a firm chest. Leon flailed, seconds from panic again when Chris’ voice rumbled in his ear.

“You’re going to be okay. I got you.”

Leon grasped Chris’ arm, his grip probably tight enough to leave bruises, and he choked on a shuddering sob.

“It’s okay, Leon. You’re going to be okay.”

Gasping for air, Leon rolled over and buried his face in Chris’ chest, and Chris let him. Leon’s sobs were muffled in Chris’ arms, not wanting to disturb Sherry in the next bed. He felt every subtle muscle flex when Chris tightened his grip or shifted them into a more comfortable position. That’s how Leon passed out, wrapped in the reassuring embrace of a complete stranger, one who understood the hell he’d lived through and the fear and uncertainty he felt in his soul.

Morning came quickly. Leon woke up still curled into Chris’ chest with a death grip on the other man’s faded t-shirt. Chris’ nose was buried in Leon’s hair, each soft snore ruffling his hair, but his embrace hadn’t lessened overnight.

The warmth of embarrassment burning, Leon snuck out of bed, anxiously loosening Chris’ hold and dashing for the safety and solitude of the bathroom, horrified at his complete lack of control the night before. No one had held him like that before, at least not since he was a child and his grandma would sit up with him after a nightmare. But, sadly, this was another type of nightmare, a waking one.

When Leon finally mustered the courage to wander back into the room, Chris was up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees.

“You okay?” Chris asked the same time Leon burst out, “I’m sorry!”

Chris sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. When I showed up on your doorstep last night, I saw right away that you were barely holding it together.”

Leon’s fists clenched at his side. He couldn’t meet Chris’ gentle gaze.

Chris crossed the room in two enormous strides and considerately grasped Leon by the shoulders. “It was the shock finally hitting you. It happened to me too, but I was alone,” Chris admitted. “Hey. Hey, come on. Look at me.”

Leon bit his lower lip, but he slowly looked up, eyes stinging. “I don’t know what to do.”

Telegraphing his movements, Chris gently pulled Leon into a tight hug. “You’re not alone. We’re going to do this together. I want to take Umbrella down, but first, I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

Leon jerked back so fast Chris stumbled. “I want to help. I want to make those sons of bitches pay.”

Chris smiled. “Good. But first, I have a safe house.”

Together, they set the plans. Leon and Sherry would meet Chris in two days, hopefully with Claire in tow, at Chris’ new safehouse three states over. Sherry and Leon could catch a bus a couple miles down the highway to get them most of the way. The trick would be getting up the mountain to the cabin. But they were in this together. Hope simmered once again.

Armed with a freshly drawn map on motel stationery, Leon watched Chris pack. Umbrella wouldn’t know what hit them.

“Here. Take it.”Chris handed Leon two rumpled twenties, a five, and a few ones he dug out of his wallet. “It’s all the cash I have on me, but it should be enough to get you there. I’ll drop you off-”

“No.” Leon took the cash, but waved off Chris’ offer to give him and Sherry a lift to the bus station. “It’s in the opposite direction. We’ll be fine.”

“Two days,” Chris promised. Sherry had climbed out of bed and now clung to Chris’ arm as if he couldn’t leave as long as she was attached. He ruffled her hair. “With or without Claire, I’ll be there and we’ll go from there.” Chris grabbed Leon by the back of the neck and dragged him into a gruff hug, their foreheads lightly pressed together. “It’s gonna be okay, kid.”

And Leon believed him. That is, until two hours later when an unmarked vehicle pulled up on Leon and Sherry hiking down the side of the road, hand in hand. They never made it to the rendezvous.

[shieldherostuffs]

A One Night Stand - TheRuFumi Prompt

One Night Stand AU(?),

(Inspired by This Twitter Post)

*★°*:.☆.:*°★*

L'Arc Berg is in an open relationship with his girlfriend, Therese Alexandrite.

They communicate well and talk with each other about their relationship if they need or want any changes, and always try to come up with a middle ground if they don't agree.

Sometimes they'll go out to have some fun if they feel that they need something new, or just want to meet potential partners.

They're also very much in love with each other. Smitten. Whipped. Head-over-heels.

———

One evening, L'Arc had decided to go to a gay bar/club, to get a little different action than what he'd get with Therese. He also had all the opportunity to take someone home if he wanted, as Therese wouldn't be back until the morning.

While there, L'Arc caught sight of someone beautiful.

A young man with pale skin shining with a thin layer of sweat from dancing, messy ebony black hair looking extra messy from the dancing, and beautiful emerald green eyes shining in the lights hanging over the dance floor.

L'Arc couldn't keep his eyes off him until he noticed the guy leaving towards the bar.

Deciding to try his luck, L'Arc followed after and slid onto the high seat beside the guy.

"Can I buy you a drink?" L'Arc asked, smiling

The guy gave L'Arc a once-over as if deciding if he'd let him or not, and then met L'Arc's eyes. The guy's eyes were slightly lidded and he had a small smirk on his lips as he leaned his chin on his fist.

"Sure," The guy had said

After ordering their drinks, L'Arc turned to the guy.

"I'm L'Arc," L'Arc had introduced himself, prompting the guy

"Naofumi," The guy had said back

Then, the conversation had flowed from there.

As they drank their drinks after getting them from the bartender, Naofumi with a glass of whiskey and L'Arc with one of his favorites at this bar, 'Blue Reaper', the conversation went off seamlessly, with a lot of flirting thrown in.

After a while, when their drinks are finished and L'Arc paid, they decided to go back to the dance floor.

"So, why did you come here? If I can ask?" L'Arc asks, leaning in close for Naofumi to hear him over the loud music

"I needed a little fine and relief. Having kids can be stressful. What about you?" Naofumi answers, leaning even closer to L'Arc's ear

"I needed something a little different from normal," L'Arc answers

"Normal?" Naofumi asks

"Yeah, my girlfriend and I are in an open relationship, and she's not home, so I decided to go out." L'Arc answers

"Really? When is she coming back?" Naofumi asks, moving his hands up to L'Arc's shoulders

"Around 5 AM," L'Arc says, moving his hands to hold Naofumi's hips

"Hm, how about I come to your place and keep you company, then?" Naofumi asks, breath hot against L'Arc's ear, making L'Arc give his hips a light squeeze

"I think I'd like that." L'Arc answers

The two smirk at each other.

———

As they get back to L'Arc's place a while later, after a few more drinks (with little effect on either) and dances, L'Arc leads them to the extra bedroom.

Then, they fuck. Like, A Lot. For hours, upon hours.

———

The next morning, L'Arc wakes up tired and groggy and noticed that Naofumi's gone from the bed, but his clothes are still in a pile on the floor.

Confused, L'Arc decides to get up, throwing on a random pair of gray sweatpants and a dark gray tank top before leaving the room.

As L'Arc walks down the hallway, he hears laughing from the kitchen.

Once there, L'Arc finds Therese sitting by the kitchen island on one of the high stools in her pajamas, and Naofumi leaning against the counter on the other side, wearing what looks to be a pair of L'Arc's stolen sweatpants.

Holy shit, L'Arc knew he needed a shower, but now it should probably be a cold one.

"Hello dearest boyfriend, I hope you slept well," Therese smiles mischievously

Therese is holding a cup of coffee in her hands, and a plate of fluffy pancakes sits in front of her, while Naofumi sips a cup of coffee too.

Then L'Arc notices the pan on the stove and bowl of batter beside Naofumi.

"Good morning? What is happening?" L'Arc asks, confused

"Well, for one, Naofumi is a great good and I hope you'll bring him over more often, and his coffee is great. You also look more refreshed after yesterday, or was it this morning when I came home?" Therese teases

"I like your girlfriend." Naofumi states, leaning back against the counter after flipping another fluffy pancake and sipping his coffee

"God, that's embarrassing. I'm going back to bed." L'Arc mutters to himself

"Wait, before you go back to bed without us; wanna go on a date?" Naofumi ask, smirking

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Tagging: @rosesinbloom7love, @zachy-akaya, @maloteddy, @tinygenderfluid (⬅PS I love your name)

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Personal Headcanons ⭐️:

Naofumi owns a cat, and she is the sassiest little queen there is. Her name is Noir, as she's completely black, and she acts like she owns the whole world.

She likes L'Arc and Therese after they buy her snacks

Naofumi does modeling and is an actor. He's been on multiple front sides of magazines and had roles in some pretty big movies. (He almost got Loki in the Avengers movies)

L'Arc is the Heir to Sickle Corp., and Therese works as a jewelry appraiser and in a high-end jewelry store. They're both rich.

Naofumi had gone to the club because he had the next week off and he needed some fun and his kids were having a sleepover with some friends.

Naofumi is Bi, while Therese and L'Arc are very Pan.

Naofumi's social media are notoriously known for having no filter and just him being either a tease or complaining.

His fans go wild when he posts a new picture to his Instagram, of a cropped picture of his face below his eyes, a smile almost hidden by a head of blue hair, and a head of red hair behind him and a strong arm over his shoulder. There are multiple obvious hickeys and a bite mark on his neck, and the place is definitely not his.

"Loving some morning cuddles～ 🖤❤️💙✨" is the description on the post.

Naofumi just turned off his phone after and went back to cuddling with L'Arc and Therese and ignored the flood of notifications in his inbox.

This does make him get a scolding from his boss the next day, but he keeps doing it. He wants everyone to know that he is very much taken now and wants to show off how much he loves the two.

Naofumi is also openly a supporter and member of the LGBTQ+ Community. Many people love him for this.

He was once on TV for being filmed chewing out a homophobe at Pride who was trying to verbally assault a teen and their partner.

Naofumi's kids are Filo and Raphtalia, both are adopted.

Raphtalia's parents used to be Naofumi's neighbors, but she lost them in a car accident, and Naofumi took her in.

When Naofumi's out for a long time, Rishia is their babysitter just to have an adult in the house.

But when he comes back, it's always with gifts and readiness to spend quality time with them.

NSFW Headcanons ❤️:

Naofumi and L'Arc tried countless positions that first night.

They found that they were very compatible.

The next time Naofumi gets laid, it's on a weekend where L'Arc is away to visit his father, and it's with Therese as Naofumi's place, since the kids were at their friends' house for a sleepover.

They were also very compatible.

I'm not sure what else to put here. Maybe I'll add something later.

[kentos-filmcamera]

10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

6. Mission

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A/N: this is the longest chapter so far! it's a whopping 2.9k words so buckle up, it's a lengthy one. happy reading!

After another long day of training, loud knocking pulled you from your slumber. You had fallen asleep, taking a wistful afternoon nap next to Toge, whose arm was wrapped lazily around your waist while your head and hand rested on his chest. His eyes popped open right after yours.

“Open the fuck up!” You heard Maki shout, her knocks almost blowing down the door. You groggily got up fixing your yoga shorts and partly opened the door, to find her and Panda staring at you excitedly. They were in a hard euphoria, so intense they didn’t budge at Toge in one of your crop tops coming from behind you to open the door completely. She pushed an envelope towards you.

“Open it!” Panda urged. You’ve never seen Maki smile so brightly. With your manicured nail, you cut open the envelope to read the letter inside. You scanned through it. ``We are gladly informing you—’ ‘—recommended by Aoi Todo and Mei Mei—‘ ‘promotion to first-grade sorcerer.’ You blinked several times, reading the last part again. And again. And three times more just to confirm.

“First grade…” You whispered. You were currently in third grade due to inactivity, your promotion was considered, but due to your injuries, you stayed in that tier. Toge was reading from behind your shoulders, and once he was finished, he beamed, pulling you in for a tight hug. The pressure suddenly turned immense, but you knew you could do it.

For the next week, you woke up at 5 AM for training. Each morning, Toge would be snoring deep in his sleep, his tongue poking out, and you would kiss his forehead before heading out the door in leggings, your top of choice, and a track jacket with the school crest and name on the back.

“I win” Maki pointed at you with her blade. You panted and decided to take the risk, even if she could slice your throat open in the move. It was around 9 AM, and Toge was accompanied by Panda, the three first years, Gojo, and a special grade sorcerer you’ve only heard of.

“No, you don’t” A pair of cursed threads wrapped around her ankles as you threw her on the opposite of yours and you slid out from between her legs. You landed on your knees, Maki on her back. “I do” You dusted off your tank and your sweatpants as you got up. Maki groaned across from you. That was something you had never tried before, so she couldn’t expect it from you.

“Ah! My students are so talented!” Gojo clapped excitedly while giggling. The man next to him, Megumi and Nobara rolled their eyes. “I’m such a great teacher!”

“You haven’t taught us a single thing in months” Maki deadpanned. The sorcerer next to him narrowed his eyes, but Gojo just kept on laughing it off, the group approaching the two of you.

“Tuna” Toge passed a towel and your water bottle. You beamed through an exhausted smile, taking it gladly. You took tiny sips of the water to not overwhelm your system and dried the fat drops of sweat off your forehead. Your eyes landed on the suited man, brows slightly furrowed. He was…. Interesting looking by his fashion choices, but you didn’t know who he was in the slightest. As if he was reading your mind, Gojo started speaking.

“For those of you who don’t know, this is Nanami-san! He is such a great friend of mine—“ Gojo placed an arm across his shoulders.

“I am not.” Nanami was quick to respond, not humoring him in the slightest. He was stiff under the other man’s grip.

“—And he will be one of you guys’ lucky companions to your first-grade promotion missions!” Gojo patted him on the shoulder, but the man didn’t even budge at him. “The missions will be individual, each of you will be accompanied by a senior sorcerer to judge your performance and assist you in case anything happens. Questions? No? Great!” He didn’t even allow for you to actually raise your hand and ask. Then you were distributed; Gojo was taking Megumi and Nobara, Panda, and Itadori were going with Todo, Maki was going with Mei Mei and you were going with Nanami.

Ijichi drove you to the site, and your heart almost stopped at the sight of a primary school. Oh god. You gulped, feeling the air get heavier. Oh no, not this. You closed your eyes trying to find relief, but only relieved that night. You remembered your screams of help, the smell of your skin burning, the taste of your blood dripping down your forehead, Yuta’s screams from outside your domain to not exorcise Rika, the teary look Toge gave you as you slipped in and out of consciousness.

“Is something wrong?” Nanami turned to you, noticing your heavy breathing and weepy eyes. Ijichi caught on and informed Nanami of the incident you endured last year, and his mind seemed to be refreshed, as his brows shot up to then relax. “Look, if you don’t want to do this, it’s fine. Life is more than just jujutsu”

You held down a sob from down your throat and shook your head. You could do this. You needed to do this. For yourself. Suddenly, your phone vibrated.

[ Inumaki Toge @ your momma’s panties: which site did you get? ]

[ how is it? is it too much? ]

[ Maki Zen’in: i’m at the basement of a shopping mall ]

[ Panda @ your momma’s panties: yuuji and i are at an abandoned factory, something to do with an accident here in the 40s ]

[ You: i’m at a primary school. ]

You locked your phone as it started to vibrate incessantly, messages from your worried classmates pouring in. Toge found himself the most worried, anxiety starting to eat him away as he spammed your phone to no avail, as you didn’t answer or read messages, so impulsively, he decided to do something.

You breathed in before exiting the car, and the amount of cursed energy there hit you right in the gut. You walked up to cross the street to get to the building but felt the airy presence of a veil. Oh?

“There’s a veil” You informed Nanami, who approached you and crossed his hand through it to confirm. He nodded, before indicating you with his head to cross the veil. You did so, and he followed suit. You gulped, the school was decaying with the cursed energy

“I’ll be waiting for you outside of the school” He fixed his blazer. “Shout if you need any help”

“See you on the other side, then” You offered him a tiny smile before entering the school. The place was decaying, rotten brown walls full of a strange sticky substance, windows broken and fog surrounding the area. Good enough for your situation, the place seemed to be free of any victims. You felt something creep up on you, before getting launched towards some lockers.

“Ugh!” You groaned as you hit your back pretty roughly. You fell down on your knees and faced the first-grade curse, who seemed powerful as it crept up on you. The curse grabbed you with one of his arms, but you slashed through it and pulled back, falling once more on your back. You sniffed and got up as the curse made loud noises, reaching for your armband, pulling out three needles. Your free hand lit up with cursed energy but had to move quickly to avoid the tentacles the curse had. “Acupuncture needle” You threw the seemingly inoffensive ball of cursed energy “Piercing destroyer!”

The curse froze in its actions as large needles pierced through his vital organs, purple blood spewing all over the walls. “One needle and it’ll be exorcised” You reminded yourself, and ran up one of his stale tentacles to reach its head. Its long tongue grabbed you by the ankle, the saliva started to burn through your pants, but you did a somersault, causing it to rip, just as you punched in the needle to the back of its neck in your fall. You rolled through the ground to absorb the impact. You got up and watched the purple blood disappear, but the veil wasn’t broken.

“Nanami-senpai, I—“ Even with an injured ankle, you jogged to approach the door, and at the mention of his name, the man turned back, only to watch the door close in on you by itself. “Shit!” You groaned, and your efforts to open the door were useless. You heard him outside try to force the door open again. As you turned desperately to look at your surroundings, you heard a demonic laugh echo through the halls. Sucking in a breath, you ran up the stairs to investigate the second floor.

“Special grade curses containing one of Sukuna’s fingers look like this” Megumi showed the drawing to the three of you. It was a very detailed drawing of a curse with several eyes that walked on its hind legs, understood human communication, and laughed a lot. “They’re strong, but not invincible”

Remembering those words, you gulped as you took the last step and looked around the floor, hearing the laughter closer, but still far. You ran up to the third floor, the sound was closer with each step upwards you took. It had to be there. But it turns out, it wasn’t. You could see the door to the roof was open, and you sprinted to the scene, a strong amount of cursed energy hitting you right away, pushing you against the ledge. You must have hit your head pretty hard, as all you heard was noises from far away and a constant beep. Your eyes started to lose focus, but you knew you weren’t backing away too easily.

“Thread” You rasped, calling the curses attention, this time, you shaped your cursed energy into threads instead of getting a physical sample. “Charlotte’s web!” The thread launched forward and wrapped the curse in an intricate web, slowly thickening. You knew it wasn’t enough, but you needed to buy yourself some time to gain strength.

Outside the veil, Ijichi waited patiently in the car, almost falling asleep “Inumaki-kun?” He perked up at the sight of a gray-haired head, who turned to him. “You can’t be here!”

“Sleep!” Toge shouted, and so he did. If you needed a getaway car, he would drive it, or just commanded him to wake up. Probably. Without a care, he surpassed the veil and looked around for you. He knew you could take care of yourself, but the site was just a letdown. He had to make sure you’re okay.

“What are you doing here?” Nanami asked him, looking at him up and down. He seemed distressed.

“Cookie?” Toge asked securely, looking around for you. Nanami raised his arm, and then he got it quickly, judging by your interaction earlier, you meant something to him.

“The doors are locked. Windows are shut by a substance. I don’t know what’s going on there” Nanami was sincere to Toge, whose body moved uncomfortably at the news.

“Acupuncture Needle” You groaned, getting up, taking another one from your sleeve. You placed it between your middle and ring finger, calculating well the point on the curse’s neck as the needle lit with blue cursed energy “Mobility detainment!” The needle launched forward as you were hit by another surge of yellow cursed energy. You were already too close to the ledge. Uh oh.

At the speed of light, you reached to your armband and pulled out the thread, feeling your body be shaken by the forces of gravity pulling you down. “Grandma, give me strength” You looked at the ring, which shined briefly. You felt relaxed for a moment as a smile crept up from your cheeks.

You heard Nanami call out for you as you fell. Inumaki zipped down his collar, but he knew deep down, there wasn’t much to do. “Thread: Charlotte’s web!” The thread launched itself onto the almost immobile curse and held onto it. You held on tightly to the thick blue rope, breathing “I’m okay!” You shouted back. Your brows furrowed. Toge? He was looking incredibly distressed. Had he come for you?

You pressed your feet onto the outer walls of the school, but as you tugged to climb back, the thread seems looser. However, you did achieve to reach the top, only for you to face the curse instantly as you raised your head. You were starting to grow even angrier. He chuckled before grabbing the threat and raising it, looking at you before releasing it. Now you were pissed off. And at the brink of death. “Thread: Lasso! You’re coming with me, motherfucker!”

You roped in the curse, the two of you falling from probably one of the tallest primary schools you’ve ever seen. Nanami closed his eyes, waiting for the impact, but it never came, as you closed your eyes and called “Domain expansion: Seamstresses’ cave!”

Toge’s eyes widened as he watched the rope in your hand expand, and start to wrap you and the curse inside, like a giant yarn ball. Nanami cleared his throat, clearly amazed as the domain floated just less than three feet from the grass.

Inside, your eyes were shut, trusting your senses and gut to follow the correct pattern. You stood in the middle of a cave, a perfect circle for you to occupy. A square thread formed in your extended hands. There, you started to move them, weaving by forming patterns with moving each corner into a different one. With each move of your finger, you avoided any incoming attacks coming for you. And with each step the curse took, the walls full of stalagmite started to close in on it. It sustained the first shift, but when you shifted corners to different fingers, you heard the crunch and spill of blood.

You chuckled. ‘Almost there’ You reminded yourself as you felt your limbs going numb; unlike other sorcerers, creating a domain drained you profusely. Another shift from corners and you opened your eyes, the curse was completely crushed. You moved forward, the stalagmite opening space for you.

You hummed, reaching in to grab Sukuna’s finger carefully, and wrapping it in the sealing paper full of runes. You walked towards the center and closed your eyes, soon your domain dissolving. You fell to the ground, hearing a crack. You complained as all the pain started to rush in. Your ankle, your head, and something else that you couldn’t pinpoint since your whole body hurt. You clutched the finger in your hand as Nanami and Inumaki approached you.

“So can I get that promotion?” You coughed, showing Nanami the finger. Toge helped you up, wrapping your arm around his shoulders to aid you in walking. Your ankle was slightly burnt by the poison of the first grade, your head was bleeding, your eyes were shot with blood from the impact and you were sure something else inside of you was very wrong.

“You’ve performed well, you’ve got my respect,” Nanami admitted, watching the veil dissolve from above you, showing the clear blue sky that started to darken. You had taken longer than you thought inside. “I will send my best possible recommendation”

You smiled, walking on par with Inumaki. “What are you doing here?”

“Salmon” He replied firmly, holding you closer to him as you approached the car. You shook your head.

“I’m okay, you didn’t have to get so worried” You groaned as Nanami helped you inside the car. You held your head, feeling the blood trickle down your neck.

“Why is he asleep?” You shrugged at Nanami’s question, and he turned to Inumaki who instantly looked away.

He sighed, defeated, under the older male’s gaze and unzipped his collar. “Wake up” Inumaki spoke, waking Ijichi up, who seemed panicked.

“You got any bandages around here?” You sat up and rummaged around the car, opening the glove compartment to find some. “Eye drops? Anyone?” Nanami tossed you a bottle of Refresh Tears. “Thank you. Ugh, I’m starving” You wrapped your head the best you could. Without you noticing, Toge took a picture.

“Take us to the burger place” Toge commanded Ijichi, who did as he asked.

“Damn, you’re pretty rebellious today” You laughed, flipping your septum down to clean it of any possible blood. He just gave you a pretty, innocent smile and shrugged. Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose but didn’t do anything to stop the antics.

[ Inumaki Toge @ Jujutsu Tokyo Tech: 1 attachment ]

[ anyone else done? ]

[ Megumi Fushiguro: inumaki you’re not supposed to accompany anyone on their mission ]

[ Inumaki Toge: i don’t give a rat’s ass ]

[ we’re going to the A&W burger joint, does anyone want anything? ]

[ Gojo Satoru @ Jujutsu Tokyo Tech: i want a double patty cheeseburger with cheese fries and the limited edition cotton candy milkshake! use my card :D ]

[ Maki Zen’in: how did you even get into this group chat? ]

[ Nobara Kugisaki: wait we’re using gojo’s card?? BUY THE WHOLE PLACE ]

[ Itadori Yuuji: i want 30 burgers!!!! ]

Back in the school, you and Toge walked holding several bags in your hands, enjoying each other’s company as you walked towards the dining room, hearing all the chatter and the music.

Before you could open the door, Inumaki called out for you “Cookie” He signaled you over to his side with his head. You hummed in questioning as you approached him, observing as he leaned in and gave you a kiss on your bandaged forehead, to show how proud he was of your work that day. I love you.