#i drew this on a 2 hour car ride

[incinerated-vestiges]

target destroyed.

[mariasont]

maria, i have an ideaaa!!

bimbo!assistant!reader goes on a date with a really shitty guy. and she sneaks away to the back door and calls hotch in the alley to come and save her (it’s also raining). she’s all wet and her makeup’s all ruined when hotch comes.

he then takes her back to his place and takes care of her… and… mushy soft fluffiness happens… and maybe feelings are confessed… and maybe a kiss or 2 happens…🥰💖

TALK ABOUT A BAD DATE - A.H

a/n: genius, genius, you are an absolute genius!!!!!!!!!!! this was probably my fav bimbo!reader fic to write <3 thank you sm for requesting

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

warnings: um the rain takes out reader's shirt, so she does kinda flash him for a hot sec, hotch also blatantly checks out her ass, cuties being sickeningly cute, cuties kiss in 4k

wc: 2k

A perfect, flawless, stunning, never-been-done before outfit wasted on a loser of a guy. Your makeup had taken an hour alone, your hair—well, you didn't even want to think about it because you were certain you were starting to break out in hives.

You steadied yourself against the brick wall, the uneven asphalt beneath your heels threatening to take you down as you fished your phone from the depths of your purse.

You dialed the first number you could think of--Hotch's. His was also the only one you had memorized. The battery icon flashed a warning of five percent as you hunched beneath the alleyway's awning, trying to shield yourself from the rain. You desperately hoped he'd pick up.

There was frankly no plan B if he didn't. Go back inside and ask you so-called date for a ride? That was not an option. The moment he pulled up in one of those big trucks, with its deafening music and roaring engine, you regretted not driving yourself. After all, you were well aware what men were compensating for with a big truck.

"Hotchner."

His voice was gruff, the sound slightly distorted by the speaker. You imagined he had just walked through his door, despite the time being eight o'clock on a Friday night. He was presumably preparing to pour his routine glass of scotch.

"Sir, it's me," you said, attempting to ignore the relentless raindrops assaulting your makeup--a battle they seemed intent on winning. Clearly, the concept of setting spray was foreign to them. "Can I ask you for a favor? If you say yes, I pinky promise I'll stop rearranging your desk. I know you have a system, but it just looks so bland sometimes."

"I'm going to overlook that desk comment," he stated, his sigh audible through the phone. You could picture the pensive frown that came with it. "What do you need?"

You drew your lips into a tight line, looking down to watch the rain mock the effort you had put into your outfit.

"Can you come pick me up? Pretty please with sugar on top?"

"Pick you up? From where? Are you okay?"

You shivered slightly, your free hand instinctively rubbing warmth into your arm. You should've brought a jacket. The thought of sharing this evening's failings with your boss did not sound appealing, so you avoided most of his questions.

"I'll text you the location, okay?"

"Okay, yes, I'll be there. Just stay put."

You thanked him and followed that by a double promise to stay put (he didn't believe you the first time). You also told him you'd wait inside, which was less than truthful. The thought of getting drenched was far more attractive than the prospect of bumping in that women-hating boy again.

You didn't have to wait long, thankfully, spotting Hotch's car turn into the alley, the headlights flaring up like spotlights against your face. You used a manicured hand to shield your eyes, narrowing them against the glare. The distinct sound of a door opening and closing signaled his arrival, and soon, Hotch was striding towards you.

"Christ, get in the car," Hotch insisted, more a command than a suggestion.

He was by your side in an instant, his arm on yours as he opened your door and helped you in. Then, unexpectedly, he reached over you to fasten the seatbelt. You giggled, his hand pausing just above your thigh.

"What?"

The rain gently streamed over his perfect skin, his hair now saturated and plastered to his brow, his blue dress shirt bearing the brunt of the downpour.

"You don't trust me to buckle my own seatbelt?"

"I don't trust you with a lot of things." Completely false. "For instance, your choice of men." Completely true.

He clicked the seatbelt into place and swung the door shut, cutting off any chance of a response, then moved around the car to the driver's side.

You can't help but pout, even as your eyes traced the line of his jaw. "How'd you know?"

Any trace of annoyance vanished as quickly as it came as he placed a hand behind you, giving you an even better view of his profile while he reversed the car. Your focus shifted to the ripple of muscles under his shirt.

"I'm trained to know when someone is in distress and you practically spelled it out. The restaurant, the clothes..." His voice tapered off, disguising his pause with a cough while his gaze flickered over your outfit, his cheeks tinged with a fleck of red. "I've got a spare sweatshirt in the back if you need it."

You traced his line of sight to your chest. Emitting a small squeak, you quickly shielded yourself with your arms, realizing that your white top had become completely see through.

"Totally not embarassing," you say, pursing your lips as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

"It's fine," Hotch insists, but you don't miss how his eyes are now careful not to drift from the road. "Put your seatbelt back on."

"I can't reach the sweatshirt."

You shift to face the back, knees planted on your seat as you lean over to grab just the thing you were looking for. In the rearview mirror you catch the brief moment his eyes do stray, discreetly (or so he thought) sweeping over your ass.

A self-satisfied smile crept across you face as you slid back into your seat, slipping on the sweatshirt. It smelled like him—an intoxicating blend of aged leather and pine. You liked it. A lot.

"So do you wanna talk about it?"

You really didn't. With a sigh, you dug through your purse for your lip gloss. Flipping down the passenger mirror, you froze, confronting your reflection.

"Hotch, didn't you think to mention my face is all... smudgy?"

Your mascara (and setting spray) had betrayed you, leaving dark trails down your cheeks and a slightly unhinged look.

"Your face is perfect," Hotch remarks dryly, like he was tired of you, he undoubtedly was. You were a handful after all. "Why are you avoiding my question?"

You let out a delighted gasp.

"Did you just say my face is perfect?" Leaning over the console, you tap his nose with your finger. "You're just the sweetest."

The look Hotch gives you is flat, expectant as if he knows just what you were trying to do.

"Okay, okay, fine, it was just a terrible date. Like, Hotch, I'm talking disaster-level bad. He made fun of my job, ate like a toddler, and his truck? He wouldn't shut up about it." Your hands are now shuffling through the contents of your purse in a panic. "And now, I can't find my keys."

"Your house keys?"

A breath of frustration flows from you, fingers pulling through your hair as you nod. "Dang it."

You felt a slight unraveling in your usual poise, and the panicking that came with it. Hotch's hand landed on your shoulder, his thumb grazing across your collarbone.

"Hey, it's fine. It's late, and you're upset. You can stay at my place tonight, I'll crash on the couch, and we'll find your keys in the morning."

He made everything seem so simple.

"I'm not upset," you insist, lips pursing as you angle your body just enough to feel his touch more fully.

His hands felt right on you.

He chuckled quietly, his thumb tracing a path from your shoulder to brush away the solitary tear beneath your eye that you hadn't noticed before.

"Must be a raindrop," you shrug. Hotch's soft laugh tells you he doesn't quite buy it. "Are you sure you don't mind me staying over?"

"I'm certain."

"Okay."

"So why did your date make fun of your job?"

"Because," you start, your fingertip lazily sketching doodles on the misted car window, "when I was telling him about being an assistant and working for you, he implied that the only reason you hired me was so you had something pretty to look at."

"Well, he's not entirely wrong."

You let out a surprised giggle. "Hotch!"

You reach over the console, pinching his arm which he just laughed off, pulling into what you assumed was his driveway. You had never been to his house. It was nice. Really nice, the kind you'd find in movies—not imposing, but inviting, with its brick walls and stout brown pillars framing the porch.

You were even more surprised when you entered the house. The image you had of Hotch's house one of meticulous order, a place where you could hear the tick of a clock from rooms away. But this... this was a home. There were throw blankets casually draped over the couch, books overflowing, armchairs worn in just the right places.

You lean down, intent on stripping off the torturous heels, but a wobble has you teetering. Hotch is quick to step in.

"Here," he offers, lifting each foot in turn to his knee, skillfully undoing the straps and easing them off you.

Standing flat-footed, you suddenly feel much shorter, and you wonder if Hotch has ever seen you without them.

You look up at him, smiling cheekily. "My very own prince charming."

He ignored you and moved through the living room. "Do you want a pair of sweatpants?"

"Sharing clothes now, are we? I bet there's a clause against this in the employee handbook."

Hotch raises an eyebrow, "I don't think I need to remind you of the numerous times I've overlooked your creative interpretations of the handbook rules."

"So you're admitting to showing me favoritism?"

You plucked the sweatpants from his hands, not giving him an option to respond as you shuttled yourself into his bathroom. You changed quickly, trading your sopping wet clothes for Hotch's dry, warm ones.

You reentered the living room to find Hotch reclining on the couch with an ease that was new to your eyes. He, too, had slipped into something more comfortable—sweats and a form fitting grey long sleeve that threatened to distract you completely.

You dropped your purse onto the coffee table and settled next to him, maybe a little closer than you should have.

He let out a sound that was more a breath than a laugh, a sound that all the same made your heart flutter unexpectedly. "You've still got some, uh, makeup under your eyes."

He reached up to wipe it away with his thumb.

"It won't come off that way," you said, grabbing his wrist with a soft smile. "I have makeup wipes in my purse."

But he didn't hand you your bag like you would've thought, instead he dug through it, pulling out the wipes and starting to dab at your face. The softness of his touch felt disarmingly intimate, so gentle it coaxed your eyes to flutter more slowly, eyelids becoming more heavy.

Your head tilted downward and Hotch used his free hand to tilt it back up. "Stay still, or I'm going to poke your eye out."

"You're making me sleepy," you murmur, your voice a soft, drowsy hum, but then he moved the wipe to your lips and suddenly you were anything but.

He was even more gentle with your lips, if that was possible, wiping away the gloss like you were made of glass.

Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself gazing into his warm, brown-sugared eyes, your heart thundering in your chest. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. How did you get so close? You weren't sure, but he was there, noses almost touching.

He pulled away the wipe, using his thumb to clean up left over gloss though you were sure there wasn't any. His hand paused there, resting on your lower lip like it was meant to be there. You felt every fiber of your being stand on high alert. You wondered what he was thinking.

Did he want to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him?

"Are you going to kiss me?" You asked, half-hopeful, half-daring, giving a microphone to your inner monologue.

He took a moment, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes then back down again. "Yes."

It was certain. Like there was no doubt about it, but he didn't move.

"Okay, I'm ready," you breathed out, pulse roaring in your ears.

Hotch's laughter was a low and warm sound. You had heard it a lot tonight.

"You kill me," he said, and it wasn't patronizing—it was affectionate and genuine, and it made your whole body turn to mush.

Then his lips were on yours, and you were both laughing, the sound muffled by lips. It was tentative at first but it quickly morphed into something sweet and soft and perfect.

"Aren't you glad my date went terribly?" you mumbled into his soft skin.

"Devastatingly glad."

One thing was clear—Hotch was not going to end up sleeping on the couch tonight.

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[traveler-at-heart]

The Doctor's In - Part 2

Wanda Maximoff x F!R

Summary: After Billy's accident, you go back to the Maximoff house to babysitt the twins.

Time works differently when you’re inside a hospital. That’s true, whether you’re a patient or a doctor.

You measure it in shifts that can extend up to 36 hours. Sometimes you go inside when the sky is dark; by the time you're done it looks exactly the same, and you wonder if the day passed at all.

What’s certain is that you will always run late. Racing around your house, you take your bag, keys and pour coffee on a thermos, carrying a pop tart in your mouth.

You’re so worried with making sure you have everything, you don’t even notice Wanda is at the door until you crash against her.

“I’m so sorry!” you say, the coffee spilling all over your scrubs.

“Oh, my Gosh, is it hot? Are you ok?”

“It’s cold, no worries. Let me get changed, wanna come in?”

You walk back, finding some clean scrubs on a basket near the stairs. Thank God you did your laundry yesterday.

“What’s up, Wands?” you say, changing in the same room. You’re extremely late and can’t afford to go upstairs.

Wanda looks at your smooth skin and toned muscles and blushes, looking away.

“Oh… I… wanted to give you this. Billy drew it the other day. It’s supposed to be you in the hospital”

“That’s so cute” you walk up to her, looking at the drawing over her shoulder. “How’s the arm?”

“It’s good, he’s just itchy”

“Yeah, that happens. Can I keep it?” you ask and she hands you the paper. You put in on the fridge door, a magnet securing the drawing in its place. “I’d love to chat but I gotta run”

Wanda glares when you pick another pop-tart.

“Is that what you call breakfast?”

“I’m late!” you protest with a laugh, taking a bite on your way out.

“Well, come by anytime if you want to have some real food” she offers and you nod, smiling as you get into the car. “Oh, shoot! I forgot to ask. I need a baking tray to put some extra cookies, you wouldn’t happen to have one?”

“It’s your lucky day, my mom gave me one I never use. It’s supposed to be somewhere in the cupboard. There’s a spare key in that ceramic turtle”

“Oh, are you sure? I could come back later”

“No, it’s ok. As a matter of fact, keep it, in case you need anything else” you smile, groaning when your pager goes off again. “Ugh, gotta run! Say thanks to Billy for me”

“Will do” she waves, smiling as you practically put the entire pop-tart in your mouth.

Wanda ignores the regret she feels over not asking for what she really wanted. It wasn’t a baking tray, but some time with you.

—

“Is that your pager or mine?” you say, moaning when Carol’s lips travel lower, pulling your pants down.

“It can wait” she says, leaving open mouthed kisses as you part your legs, your fingers threading through her locks.

“The word emergency is in my job description” you say, reaching out and sighing with relief. “It’s yours”

“Is it 911?”

“Nope”

“Good. Now shut up and let me eat your pussy” Carol says, her tongue darting out to taste you, your hips canting up to move against her mouth.

“Fuck” you say, breathless as you ride Carol’s face. She leaves her place between your legs and you’re about to protest when you feel two fingers stretching you.

“Shhh” she says against your mouth, letting you taste yourself in her lips. “Be quiet for me”

You try to stay quiet, but almost let out a moan when someone knocks on the door of the on call room.

“Doctor Danvers?”

“In a minute” she says, a hand over your mouth. Her fingers pump in and out of you faster and the idea of someone waiting on the other side adds to the thrill. You reach your orgasm with a muffled cry.

“You good?” Carol says with a smile, standing up to get her clothes.

All you can do is nod, waiting for your breathing to go back to normal.

“See you later, pretty girl” she kisses your cheek, going out to meet the resident that was looking for her.

It was cliche, hooking up with someone at the hospital, but of course you had needs and no time to fulfill them outside of this building.

The fact that Carol wasn’t looking for anything serious helped too.

No feelings, no complications.

The rest of your shift goes surprisingly quiet, but you’re still urged to go home when Chief Fury comes across you in the hallway.

Since you leave on time and very well rested, you decide to go for a run as soon as you get home. You enjoy the physical exertion and being outdoors, appreciating the beautiful sunset as you jog around the neighbourhood.

It’s barely getting dark when you reach home, Wanda outside talking on the phone. You wave, but the tense smile she gives back makes you walk to her house instead of yours.

“Everything ok?” you ask as soon as she hangs up.

“Yeah, I had this thing but the nanny cancelled last minute”

“Oh, that sucks, I’m sorry” you look back to your place, and then your eyes meet hers. “Why don’t I take care of the twins for you?”

“I couldn’t possibly ask you to… you just got back from work, you’re probably tired”

“It was an easy shift, for once. Plus, I gather they don’t stay up too late, right?”

“No, it would only be two hours, three tops” she promises and you nod.

“It’s settled then, let me just take a shower real quick”

Wanda nods, her eyes raking over your body. She suddenly wished you’d go for runs more often, as you tend to wear really short shorts that show your toned legs.

“I can’t thank you enough” she says, going back to reality.

“Pancakes are always a good call” you wink, going across the street to your place. “Be right back!”

As you shower and change into more comfortable clothes, a part of you gets nervous over babysitting Billy and Tommy. Sure, you were good when you did your rounds in Peeds, but that didn’t mean anything compared to spending an evening making sure they were entertained enough.

Either way, you can’t back out now, so you cross the street, knocking on Wanda’s door. You’re taken aback by how beautiful she looks with a red skirt and red turtleneck sweater, knee high boots completing the outfit.

“You look amazing” you say, forcing yourself to look at her eyes, but it’s not any better, the make up enhancing her features and those striking green eyes.

“Thank you” she says shyly and you nod, not trusting yourself with your words. Wanda moves aside to let you in and you find Billy and Tommy in the living room.

“Hey, kiddos” you greet and they look at you excitedly.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you gonna hang with us?”

“Yeah, of course! We’ll have some fun” you ruffle Tommy’s hair, and inspect Billy’s cast. “Woah, someone has a lot of stickers”

“All of my classmates gave me one! I still have some space here, wanna pick one out?” the boy says, and you smile. Yeah, he moved on from the scared stage to being the cool kid with the broken arm at school.

“Of course, I’ll have to find some cool sticker in my collection” you promise.

Wanda leads you to the kitchen, showing you around. Your mouth waters at the smell of the pasta she made.

“I won’t be gone for long. They’re supposed to be in bed at 9 but I know they’ll get excited because you’re here so I’ll leave it up to you to decide”

“Alright. I’ll try my best to be the adult in the room”

“And remember…”

“No candy after 8” you repeat and Wanda chuckles.

“I can’t thank you enough, seriously” she says, walking towards the door.

“Not a problem”

The boys go say goodbye to their mom, and you think it’s adorable how they hug her and each give her a kiss on the cheek.

Wanda waves goodbye and you close the door, blushing as you appreciate one last time how amazing she looks in that outfit.

“So, what do the Maximoffs do for fun around here?”

“We watch movies or play videogames”

“Oh, like what? Crash, Spyro?” you say excitedly, because you love videogames and it’s been ages since you’ve played.

“What’s a Spyro?” Billy says, confused.

“What? Dude!”

“Dude!” the twins turn to each other, speaking at the same time. Oh, no.

“Damn it” you curse and they repeat that too. You cover your mouth with your hands, afraid of letting out another word that is way worse. “Alright, don’t speak like that. Only adults can say certain words”

“But Mom doesn’t speak that way either”

“That’s because she’s a very mature person. Come on, I’ll show you the best videogame ever”

While you wait for the game to download on their console, Tommy shows you around the house, Billy close behind.

“Can we have dinner before playing?”

“Sure” you nod, going back to the kitchen where you take plates, serving pasta and juice for the twins while you settle on a can of soda.

“Your mom is the best cook, I swear” you say with your mouth full, making the kids laugh. It’s been forever since you’ve had a homemade meal.

“Do you cook?”

“God, no. My talents are limited to medicine, Billy”

“So, do you eat hospital food?” Tommy says, grossed out and you laugh.

“We have a cafeteria and the food is ok, plus I forget to eat most of the time anyway. But seriously, your mom’s food is to die for. That’s just an expression, obviously”

“She made cookies. Can we have some?”

You look at the clock, and it’s almost 8.

“Alright, one for each”

The twins cheer, eating their pasta and asking you questions, most of them innocent, until…

“Why don’t you have kids?”

You choke on your drink, the boy blissfully unaware of how awkward you feel.

“Oh, well, Tommy… being a surgeon takes a long time. You have to go to school for a lot of years and then work at a hospital. So, there’s not a lot of time left to do other stuff”

Please don’t ask me how babies are made.

Thankfully, the questions stop once you give them a cookie, and they munch on them as you set up the game.

“He’s a dragon!” Billy says, amazed at the little purple creature prancing around the screen. They laugh when Sparks eats the butterflies and you can’t help the grin that’s on your face, remembering your childhood and how you used to spend your days playing.

“Your turn” you hand the control to Tommy, showing him the basic commands. Billy leans against you, asking some questions about the game.

You hold the control on the right side so he can push the buttons on the left once it’s his turn, enjoying the way they celebrate each time they get a chest full of diamonds.

The music of the game is very soothing, and after an hour playing, they’re both struggling to keep their eyes open. One glance at the clock tells you it’s 9:30, so the timing is perfect.

“Anyone tired?”

“No” Tommy lies.

“Really? I was thinking of trying out how strong I am, carrying both of you upstairs”

That makes them giddy and before they can run away, you carry them over your shoulders. The twins kick and scream, laughing as you go up the stairs.

“I’m so strong” you say as you reach the final step, trying to hide how out of breath you are.

“Now go down the stairs!"

“Uh, pass. Brush your teeth, come on” you say.

“Can we wait for mommy to be back?” Billy says before going inside the bathroom.

“Sure thing. Change into your PJs and we’ll read a story while we wait for her”

Of course, by the time they’re tucked in and you’re reading from the book Tommy choose, both boys are struggling to stay awake.

By 9:45 you leave their room quietly, closing the door behind you and going back to the first floor.

Your body is finally catching up to the exhaustion of the day, but you clean the kitchen and scroll through your phone, reading updates for patients and a text from Carol asking about your next shift.

Just when you’re about to answer her, the front door opens. At first, Wanda makes some noise, but upon seeing the quiet in the house, she closes the door softly, removing her boots.

“Hey” you say, leaning against the wall, hands on your pockets. “Had fun?”

“Uh, sorta” Wanda makes a face and you raise an eyebrow. “It was a blind date that went horribly wrong”

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be” she walks up to you, and you appreciate how short she is, without the heels she’s always wearing. “The restaurant was awful, he was an ass, and I am never ever letting my coworkers set me up with someone again”

You laugh at that, shrugging your shoulders.

“That sucks, especially the part about the food”

“Yeah. I’ll just grab whatever from the fridge”

“Ok. The kids are asleep. We had dinner, played some games and they wanted to wait up for you but it was almost 10. I’ll... uh, leave you to it” you get distracted by the way Wanda bites on a strawberry, your eyes going to her lips.

“Oh, yeah, of course. You must be tired” she says and your mind must be playing you tricks because she sounds disappointed.

You make a face, waiting for her to elaborate.

“Sorry, I just… would you stay while I eat? It would be nice to have pleasant company while I pretend this date never happened”

“Sure. I can definitely have more of your pasta”

This time, Wanda pulls out a bottle of red wine, and you enjoy the taste of it along with the food she made. It feels like the fanciest meal you’ve had in ages, even if it’s just at your neighbours kitchen.

“What about you?” Wanda says between bites.

“What about me?”

“Do you date?” she says with a smile, sipping from her glass.

“No, not really. It’s hard to do it with my crazy work hours. And I’m not sure I’d date another surgeon”

“Why not?”

“Some of them are batshit crazy” you say, making Wanda laugh.

“Oh, this is the first time I’ve laughed this evening”

“Happy to be of service" you raise your glass. "I’m gonna be a doctor for a second and feed my curiosity. Who else has twins in your family?”

“Me”

“What?”

You’ve met her for two years and somehow, you never knew this?

“Yeah, I have a twin brother. He lives across the country” Wanda says.

“That sounds nice. Not the living away part, but having someone to grow up with” you say, thinking about your own childhood. Wanda waits for you to look up, and you explain yourself. “I was an only child, but then my mom remarried when I was eleven. She and her husband had more children but, I don’t know, I never felt part of it”

“Was it something they did?” Wanda says with a soft voice, her hand coming closer to yours.

“Uh, no. My mom’s really nice, and I’m sure she didn’t do anything on purpose… but of course you’ll turn your focus to your youngest children, that’s how it works. I try to be around but it doesn’t feel like I belong. So I’m better at the hospital, working the days away”

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fine, really. Maybe I’ll return her calls one of these days”

“Wow, now I feel special because you answer my texts” she jokes and you nod.

“You are special, Wanda”

The woman blushes, you biting your lip at the beautiful shade of red tinting her cheeks.

In spite of yourself, the alcohol relaxes you and you let out a yawn.

“Someone’s past their bed time”

“Yeah, yeah” you rub your eyes, standing up to wash the dishes.

“Let me” Wanda says, standing between you and the sink. For a moment, you consider pulling her closer and kissing her, but it’s probably the sleep depravation, or the alcohol making you delusional.

“Thanks, Wanda” you stay close, your eyes never leaving her face.

“Thank you, for taking care of them”

“Anytime” you nod, taking a step back before you act on your feelings.

“Text me when you’re home?” Wanda asks and you laugh.

“I live across the street”

“Yeah, but you had wine and you’re tired, one never knows in these cases”

“Fine” you linger on the threshold of the door, smiling as she looks at you. “Night, Wanda”

You wait until you’re home to pull out your phone, smiling as you type.

Y/N: Just got home. Traffic was horrible!

Wanda: Very funny.

Y/N: :)

Wanda: Night, Y/N

[pogueswrld]

*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

[silky-silks]

For @i-ate-your-dog-srry

Drew your oc in return because they look adorable and unique! Dont mind the weird lines I was drawing this on the car ride back from my hometown, and it was a 2 hour drive back with no wifi :(.

Hope ya like it!

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

Aypiere and Quackity are talking!

Around 30-40 minutes in Aypierre's stream; some significant points:

Quackity is cleaning up the airplane debris and plans to build a structure there (a Mexican or a French one)

Aypierre suggests a replica of the Arc de Triomphe to fill in the space in the wall

Aypierre hands Quackity shit, to his delight

The two discuss the potentiality of Aypierre being a candidate

Quackity says he wants to hold back for the event

Aypierre believes he and the rest of the French members will be competitive about it

Quackity gives some reminders about the delivery of the manual

Quackity and Aypierre have some cultural exchanges. The constant protesting in France is real. They compare French and Mexican drinking behavior.

They begin talking about America and some cultural observations they have with it. Aypierre finds America very friendly.

Aypierre mentions his streaming schedule and kids! This reminded Quackity of dealing with Luzu's own schedule.

Quackity talked about a culture shock moment in Spain regarding the auto-ticketing of cars. He then proceeds to rant about America's car culture.

"Los Angeles is nothing like the movies,"

Quackity reminisces of his childhood visits to San Francisco

(Dang Aypierre has been to America that many times???)

Quackity proposes they go drinking together at some point

Quackity praises California weather

The two discuss being able to speak English for travel + the implications of accents

Quackity starts ranting about LA traffic

Quackity is shocked learn that one can take a 2 hour train ride from France to London

Quackity asks Aypierre to compare London to Paris—Aypierre thinks British girls are prettier but French food is better

They discuss American food. There are some good stuff but they note how processed it can be.

Quackity reminisces about Mexican food upon being asked about it by Aypierre

The two build dick statues out black wool (?) and white quartz (?)

Aypierre places down the Make Love, Not War picture he has, baffling Quackity

Quackity shows Aypierre pictures of his places/houses in the server

Aypierre has placed down an image of himself cooking

Quackity shows Aypierre a picture of his younger self

They discuss Andorra—Quackity shows Aypierre a picture of himself in Andorra

They are discussing towns with silly names, like Montcuq

Quackity is straight up showing Aypierre cursed pictures of himself

B O O B S

Aypierre dropped down a picture of beef (and I am now hungry it is almost my dinner time)

Quackity accidently poked his eye IRL

Quackity admits to having a phobia of airplane bathrooms

He drew in paint to help explain why

asskiss

Quackity, during a first class flight, held in his shit for 13 hours due to his fear of airplane bathrooms

"It was like an orgasm?" "Better than an orgasm!"

Quackity talks about roadtrip stopovers

Bad whispers to Aypierre if he could place a warp in his factory. Aypierre said yes!

(Quackity you gotta help unravel the biases Aypierre has gotten about Mexico my man just assumed kids do coke in the bathroom during recess) <- Quackity does this

(Yikes Q-man people take pictures in the bathroom like that???)

They are now talking about vulnerability in the act of defecation

Quackity starts praising toilets in Amsterdam

Between me and Quackity, one of us is wrong when it comes to pronouncing "bidet"

Eyy squatting toilets! (I encountered one of those during a trip to Beijing and I hated them so much god)

More is happening right now but I gotta stop liveblogging (Quackity is showing a picture of tacos!)

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Snow Babies

Josh x Reader (f)

Warmings: none

“Come on bugaboos! It’s time to go see Gran and Gramps!” Josh calls.

The four of you were heading to Michigan. It had been since Halloween that you’d been able to go. With bags packed and loaded into the car, you headed to the airport. You’d decided to take a 2 hour flight instead of driving 9 hours with two toddlers. Everything went smoothly once there and before you knew it, you were on the plane headed north.

The plane ride there could’ve gone better but overall wasn't bad. Your two year old, Ophelia, was antsy and cranky for the first 45 minutes. But once she got a snack, everything was right with the world. Next thing you knew, the plane was preparing for landing. 

After exiting the plane, Josh took the two year old to baggage claim and you took the four year old, Leeland, to the bathroom. The two of you finished washing your hands and headed over to baggage claim to meet up with Josh. As you drew closer, you spotted Karen and Kelly. It didn’t take long for your little one to spot them and yell, “Gran! Gramps!” and start running to them. Smiling as you walked up, you said hello and gave hugs.

When your bags finally came around, you all headed to the Kiszka house. Driving down the road, both your little ones took turns exclaiming, “Snow! Look Papa! Look Mama! Snow!”. Sure they’d seen snow before, but Nashville never had this much. 

“Are we at the North Pole Papa?” Leeland asked.

Chuckling, Josh said, “You’d think so, but no buddy. This is where Papa grew up. It’s called Frankemuth.”

“Fankmuf.” Ophelia parroted.

“That’s right Ophy. Frankenmuth.”

When you arrived at the house, both kiddos were begging to play in the snow.

“We have to take our stuff inside first. Then we can play.” Josh said.

“It’s alright, we can take them in. Let those babies play!” Karen said, motioning for Kelly to grab the bags. Smiling you and Josh took Leeland and Ophelia around to the back. 

Before you could make it back there, Leeland crouched down and scooped up some snow and threw it at Josh’s back.

“Oh so that’s how you want to play!” Josh teased, making a small snowball and throwing it back at Leeland. That was the start of an all out snowball fight. You and the kids against Josh. Laughing and screeching, the kids would run up to Josh and throw snow. He would pretend that they’d got him and fall to the ground moaning and groaning, making a big show of it. 

This lasted until Karen stuck her head out of the window and told you to come on in for hot chocolate and cookies. Upon hearing that, Leeland grabbed Ophelia’s hand and said, “Come on sissy!” and led her inside. Watching the two of them head on in, Josh slid his arm around your waist and began walking with you.

“This is what it’s all about.” He said. “Being all together and playing with our perfect snow babies.”

You smile and kiss his cheek before saying, “They are pretty perfect. What would you say if I told you that there’s another snow baby on the way?” 

Stopping mid stride, Josh turns to you. “Are you serious?” He asks and you nod your head. “Oh my god! I can’t believe it! We’re having another baby!” He exclaims.

“Actually, we’re having two babies.”

Josh’s face lights up even brighter. “Twins?!”

[cloverdaisies]

SNAP OUT OF IT: ERIC SOHN 2

read chapter one here !

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TV interviewer: As you can see we’re reporting live from outside of the venue that global sensation rock band The Boyz will be performing at live tonight, it’s chaos, there’s screaming, crying and the boys haven’t even arrived yet! How are you guys feeling in the queue?

Girl 1: Better than ever! *screaming into the camera* I’d sell my soul for you Juyeon!

Boy 1: Hyunjae Lee you were my gay awakening!!

Girl 2: My mom accepts our marriage Eric!!

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y/n pov

A Friday night from hell, I don't think it could of been any worse. First of all being ditched by my friends back at the cab service, second of all being forced to walk home at such a late hour through the city's night club zone. Last and certainly not least almost being kidnapped by a shifty man in a burnt out junk car on the sidewalk.

Yanking at my dress ties, I strode in my heels over the sidewalk in tired drags - echoing with a concrete sounding graze below. The unknown fawn haired boy that rescued me from being thrown into the man's car following closely behind. I insisted on buying the drinks at the nearby convenience store, since he didn't have anything on him like a wallet or credit card. The little white plastic bag looped between my fingers as I placed the goods on the metal table between us with a clink. I cracked open two dark brown tinted bottles, sliding the other one across to him - which he caught casually with one hand, leaning back into his chair lazily.

"So, what's your name?" I asked briefly, looking up in confusion as he thought about his answer - who has to think about their name?

"Youngjae, Youngjae Sohn." He replied, setting his bottle on the table. His smile was cunning, his teeth white and sharp.

"Young.. Jay? " I looked at him like he'd just told me some terrible rap name before chuckling to myself lightly.

"It's Korean." He laughed to himself, enlightened by my reaction - teasing another flash of his pointy top teeth. "What about you?"

"I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N." I smiled flatly taking a swig of the open necked bottle between my fingers before asking further.

"So do you go to University or anything?" I added with a short sigh.

"Uh, no. I dropped out of high school." He responded, shyly scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh." I nodded knowingly, "I mean who needs the education system anyway."

"Too true." He giggled to himself once again, leaning over the metal table and lighting a cigarette between his lips.  "Do you smoke? Is it okay if I-"

"No but go ahead."I shook my head with a nervous laugh, as he closed the packet. Even If I did smoke, I was in no way shape or form taking a cig from the decrepit, crumpled, god knows where it's been, box he drew a light from.

"What are you doing for a living yourself?" He asked taking a puff of the lit tobacco between his lips.

"I'm just a waitress, this is the first Friday night I've had off in months." I raised my eyebrows lightly in reply, stretching back into cool metal of the chair behind me.

"Oh yeah, that's another thing." He reiterated, taking the cigarette from his lips briefly, "How come you were even stood alone in a sketchy area in the first place?"

"My friends only bought a 4 seater cab and decided to just leave me out of the ride home." I scoffed, my tongue poking the inside of my cheek in annoyance.

"That's something my friends would do to be honest." He replied with a chuckle, empathizing with me bittersweetly.

"Self absorbed assholes?" I asked with a cock of my eyebrow, referring my own friends to his own.

"Pretty much." He nodded with smirk, meeting my eyes for the first time in the entire conversation.

"I could have sworn he looked just like Eric, it was the same blonde hair." Two girls approached the convenience store, wearing matching shirts and flannels tied around their waists.

"But he had his hood up." The other one giggled, ignoring the conversation I took another sip of my drink.

The boy in front of me jolted, pulling his hood over his head and resting on the table. The girls jumped slightly at the sudden action as they walked by - shrugging it off strangely and giving me a strange look before waking inside. I took the time to notice the slits on his fingers, all shredded and the skin on them cracked toughly. His knuckles were bruised, as if they'd just been in a fight - or punched a nearby wall.

"Are you okay?" I asked as he lifted his head slightly, checking the surroundings before sitting back.

"Y-Yeah, fine." He shuddered, keeping the hood over his head conspicuously.

"Did you know them?" I pointed back into the store the two girls walked into, my bottom lip protruding curiously.

"Something like that." He chuckled nervously, quickly ducking back down as the shop door reopened.

"Uh Miss, you might wanna check your friends pulse.." One of the girls pointed to the slumped over boy in front of me.

"You might wanna stick to your bed times." I smiled bitterly at the two teenagers, watching them scoff sending me their pathetic dirty looks with their narrowed eyes. Turning on their heels, they continued to walk and turn a corner at the end of the street.

"You can get up now." Informing the boy with a light shake of his shoulder, watching him lift his head in a slight daze.

"They're definitely gone?" He asked peeping his head over my shoulder cautiously.

"Who are they?" I scoffed at the man in front of me, lips quivering like a poor train wreck, all because of some bitchy teenage girls.

"It doesn't matter." He rolled his eyes with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. I shrugged the interaction off, throwing one of the potato chips I bought on to my tongue and crushing it with a muted crunch.

The disruptive click of a camera and distant flash alerted the both of us - snapping our heads in the direction of the shuttering snap. Upon a balcony in the apartment block opposite the store, an older man holding a chunky black camera peered over the spindled balcony with a smirk.

Furrowing my brows and taking a peculiar glance at the boy opposite me. Confusion kicked in when he grabbed my hand and pulled me from the table. He pulled me down the next street, feet plodding heavily until we'd reached a busier street.

"What was that?!" I tugged my arm away from him with an alarmed huff.

"I'll explain later, I need you to trust me, so I can know you get home safe." He breathed out, signaling for me to walk ahead with him.

"Ah yes, let me trust the strange hooded man I met on the sidewalk an hour ago, the same man that I've just been photographed with by some random guy on a balcony. How do I know you're not about to put me in a car and throw me across the border?!" I asserted with a sneer dripping from each sentence that passed my lips.

"Listen I'm not taking you anywhere sketchy, there's plenty of people nearby. I'm just gonna need you to come with me, you won't believe me if otherwise." He elaborated calming the situation with his hands and trying his best to bring any comfort he could.

"Fine, but if I'm making the wrong decision right now, just know you're a piece of shit." I gave him a slight look of malice, which he shrugged off and continued to walk ahead.

Bringing me to a towering theatre looking building, supported by large brick pillars that reached from the ground to the top floor. As he said there were many people around, making sure his hood and cap covered his face. We stepped inside, cleaning staff dotted across the lobby as well as some music fans with matching shirts - the ones those girls were wearing earlier. Reading down one of the fronts of the T-shirts, in a gothic font it read:

THE BOYZ

JUYEON

ERIC

HYUNJAE

SUNWOO

On the back, a bunch of cities and venues they'd played. It was clear they had a concert here tonight, to add to the confusion being yanked back stage confused me even more.

"ID?" The guard asked the boy in front of me, taking his hood and hat up momentarily. The guard's eyes appeared shocked for a second, standing aside and letting the both of us pass.

"ERIC!" Somebody's voice boomed through the hallway, it was a male's strangely soft pitched for the yell they'd produced. "What the fuck? Where did you go?" A black haired boy stormed down the corridor, stopping when he reached our feet. Softening up when he saw me, he sent me a flirtatious nod which I returned with a weird look. If there was one thing about this boy, it was that he reeked of weed - and it was disgusting despite his attractive nature.

"Lay off Juyeon, I need to help this girl get home, her friends ditched her and the only way to get to her neighborhood is sketchy." He explained, finally taking his cap and hood down with a elongated sigh.

"No offense to this lovely lady." The boy named Juyeon sent me the same smile before switching back up, "But this is why our manager says your too nice."

The only thing passing my mind was Eric, flashing back to the T-shirt earlier... We were stood talking to Juyeon, they're in a band? A popular band? So why would he lie?.. If anything that's extra lady magnet points.

"She can take one of our cabs, where abouts is your neighborhood?" Juyeon asked further as the both of them looked at me attentively. Snapping me out of the many questions I had circling my mind.

"Just out of Central." I replied as they both shared a nod between each other.

"Yeah you're not walking through Downtown alone to get there in that." Juyeon laughed lightly eyeing up the short black dress I was wearing. I returned the chuckle nervously, partly in disgust as they brought me through to one of the back rooms , where staff were frantically wrapping things up and fanning the two other celebrity looking boys sprawled out on couches. There were electric guitars and other hardcore instruments being shoved back into their cases. Speakers and amps lying around with their wires tangled and spewed out on to the floor.

Now you tell me, who had I met on the sidewalk again?

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For a moment, I felt as if my life had stopped in time, I stared at the ceiling for hours whilst the band smoked, drank and partied in the next room. The two other boys hadn’t bothered to greet me, instead they just stared with blank doe eyes that felt as if they stared miles past me. To be completely honest, I just wanted the warm linen of my own bed sheets wrapped around me, the comfort of my own home. It seemed as if I'd been trapped in this venue for decades before the music, the screaming, the sound of youthful life even had time to fade out. I'd already had my night out before I arrived here, but these boys wouldn't stop until the night eventually became morning.

That's how I slipped out.

With no money to get a taxi, I grabbed a merchandised hoodie that had been draped over a nearby chair and threw it over myself. The venue was like a hellish assortment of back rooms, every door led to either a cluttered storage room filthy and covered with layers of thick dust, or another room filled with feeble chairs and a stage for local performances.

There it was. A fluorescent, flickering green light attached to the ceiling 'EXIT'. It led me out to the back alley of the place, it was quiet, quite comforting actually. Whilst I made my way out to the front of the building, the sun coming up and streets clear of anyone from the night before, I looked back at the huge billboard flashing at the front of the venue.

"THE BOYZ. UK & EUROPE TOUR."

I continued on with my journey just out of town, along the deserted main road, not a vehicle nor even another pedestrian in sight.

Despite my heels feeling as if they were about to snap off, my knees shaking, struggling to stand, my eyes ready to collapse shut any minute - I managed to make it home to my block of apartments just in time for it to hit 7 AM.

Living alone has its benefits, despite failing secondary school and having no financial stability whatsoever, not having any parents screaming into your ears or any siblings you have to floor - it was a piece of complete serenity. My waitressing job seemed to be going well for me, as long as there's no proper numbers or any Scottish serial killing monarchs to get in the way of me - I'm sure I'm going to do just fine in life.

However I couldn't help but envy the absolute monstrosity of a lifestyle people like Eric have the audacity to live. It must be so easy, racking in so much money for bare minimum talent and a pretty face. It must be so easy to have women chasing after you 24/7, I bet that privileged nepo baby doesn't have a clue what the cost of living crisis even is.

Less Thinking More Sleep

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[thecameronchronicles]

Give Me a Hand 2: Reciprocation

TW: Smut. DominantDrew! Oral sex. Thigh Riding. Spanking. Fingering. Rough sex. Smut. Language. Degrading Language. 

SUMMARY: When you decide to torture Drew in public-yet again, he decides it’s time to put you in your place…

WORD COUNT: 1900

*Requested*

Give Me A Hand 2: Reciprocation

It had been two weeks two long since you'd last seen Drew. With reshoots and interviews, your difference in schedules always meant playing phone tag in flirtatious texts and promises of making plans once you shared the same soil. However, the height of the show's popularity made every attempt made to be alone with him truly impossible as he wanted you all to himself. Because of this, the two weeks became three then four, until the morning marking the six month prompted you to take action. 

Granted access on set by Madelyn, you decided to surprise him as you waited until he filmed his scene before making yourself known to him. The second his eyes found you, that welcoming smirk altered his expression from Rafe, back to Drew. By now, everyone was knowledgeable of your relationship, even if neither of you had labeled it. You didn't need to. The pet names used had been enough of a title for you both as you basked in having your own bubble away from the public eye. 

"I missed you…" You spoke into his ear while you sat on his lap, the cast set around the table of a popular restaurant in Charleston before being due back on set within the hour. 

"Careful how you're moving there, sweetheart, can't go back to work with a hard-on…" This gave you the most devious of ideas as your lips pulled to a smirk and you 'adjusted' over his cock. The rigidity of his excitement already formed beneath you, he tried to still your hips to keep you from being too obvious. 

"Can't handle it?" You rivaled as he suddenly rooted you in place. 

"You already had your fun last time…" He reminded you as a blush deepened across your cheeks at the memory of that very exchange. 

"Gotta be a good girl, now."

"But that's no fun…" You pouted as he smirked at how adorable this pucker of your lips and furrow of your brows had appeared to him. 

But it had been WEEKS since you'd felt his touch. Too many days had passed since you'd felt him inside of you. It was enough to push past his rejection as you continued your motions, damning judgment from anyone who dared look your way. 

"Babe…I'll take care of you later, I promise-"

"But I need you now…" You whined, playing with the chain wrapped around his neck and nibbling on the lobe of his ear, all while continuing your motions. 

"And I need you to stop-" He was sincere, almost annoyed, if not for the slight interruptions of his breathing coming from the pleasure your movements allowed him. 

"You sure about that? Seems to me like you're enjoying it…" 

"If you don't stop-" 

"You'll come?" His hand suddenly took the back of your neck in his grasp. 

"I'll make you sorry- '' You had to repress a laugh as Drew was too sweet to make anyone sorry for anything. Even if he was passionate and dominant with sex, he was not cold amd calculated as he wanted to appear to you in this moment. But you were pushing every last one of his goddamn buttons. 

"I'd like to see you try…" You teased, rolling your hips one final time before feeling your weight shifting to your feet. Before you could speak, you were taken into his car and driven back to the direction of the set. In your attempts to speak, he was quick to berate you. 

"It was cute the first time, sweetheart…not when I have to be at work in thirty minutes in cum stained pants…"

"I just want-"

"I know what you want. And if you actually want to get it, you're gonna keep quiet until I'm ready for you to scream for me." Showing his pass and being allowed inside, he parked in what was reserved for cast and crew before moving to the passenger side of the car and taking you to the direction of his trailer. 

"Come on-" He patted his thigh as you cocked your expression in confusion. 

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh-"

"Drew-"

"But you gotta learn a little lesson first-" He moved you forcefully over his lap, bending you to what would still be comfortable, before lifting your skirt to expose your ass. 

"I owe you a few…as promised…" He explained, a bitter sting left behind by the rest of his palm to your skin as you belted out a whimper of surprise and pain. 

"Wanna ride my thigh in public? Trying to make yourself come like a desperate little whore that can't wait an hour for me?"

"Drew-" He struck you again, this time soothing the pain in a gentle caress, before repeating the process. 

"So needy and greedy…" His finger suddenly slipped inside of you, an action unnoticed due to the pain of his strikes. 

"And so fucking wet, oh my God!" He groaned, curling his fingers before stretching you with a second. 

In and out. Quick with fingers bent perfectly to your g-spot. He sourced for your satisfaction and imprinted his focus, drawing the most decadent of moans from your throat before suddenly retracting. 

"Drew- '' With one hand, he was undressed, his cock at emotional attention with a weeping tip as you'd obliged all too quickly to his invitation. With fingers still anchored in penetration, he used his second hand to your hair to guide you. 

"I've been thinking about you taking me like this behind those pretty little lips for weeks…don't disappoint, sweetheart…" He smirked as you angled yourself over him. A talent with your tongue, you had him raising his brows and contortions his features with just how enthusiastic you'd been. A usual sheepish girl who was able to keep herself not only in check but also mostly on the sidelines, he brought something out within you completely different. And it made you want to please him that much more. 

"Fuck!" You grinned to his exhale, savoring his salt before being taken upwards to his lips. 

"Everytime I think I know you…you keep giving me reasons to want to make you come…" He spoke once retracting from a thorough kiss. 

"It's all I can think about every fucking second!" He quickened his fingers inside of you as he'd continue to hit THAT spot over and over again. His name left your lips in a broken whine as you almost began to bounce against his hand as he kept you still as if to inhibit any sense of control that you attempted. 

"But I can still control myself long enough to not act so desperate-"

"Please Drew, I just want you so badly-"

"Think I don't know?" He chuckled. "You're a desperate, selfish little thing…impatient-but fuck, so sexy pretending to be so innocent until you want it-" He bit his bottom lip as you motioned back towards his cock before you were positioned over his thigh. 

"I said you only get to come on my thigh…So ride it, sweetheart." He assisted your positioning as you paused for a moment before guiding yourself over the fabric of his jeans. However, the friction was nearly painful as his words themselves were almost enough to edge you. 

"Drew!"

"Feel good baby?" Before you could answer, he was laughing at you, "Yeah, I fucking know it does…keep going." He smiled, the intentional tense of his muscles amplifying the pressure building slowly between your legs. 

"What about-your…your pants?" You whimpered, that usual worry showcasing itself against wanting to please him. 

"You let ME worry about that. You just come like the dirty girl you are…" You nodded, the names only endorsing you as you knew it was meant almost as endearment between you two. The passion was at its apex and you trusted everything beneath its conjurings. 

"Could always tell ‘em how you were so desperate you couldn't couldn't wait for my cock, just rode my thigh like this til you came-"

"DREW!" You belted, hand tightening behind your neck in your attempts to find comfort in allowing it to fall back with slack. 

"Nuh uh, I didn't get to hear you scream last time…That's all I want to hear from you now on-" Taken higher from his knee, he was suddenly inside of you. The distant familiarity of his cock sprung into you with the same precision as before was a soothe to your need. However, it did little to ease your behavior. His fullness was only a motivation as you stabilized your hands to his shoulders and began to set the pace before he lifted you upwards and onto your back. 

"If you would have behaved, I'd let you come so many times, you'd know just how much I'd missed you…But now, you're gonna make it up to keep keep taking what I fucking give you-" You were taken to your knees and forced over the arm of the couch as he pounded into you. Held at its edge by only your hair and the claw of your own fingers, slaps to your ass interrupted the silence infringed by your moans, as he climbed in crescendo behind you. 

"Drew! Oh my God!"

You only found another slap to your ass, the sting quelled by his thrusts, deep and quick, before the sound of voices outside the trailer reminded you of where you'd been. You buried your head into the fabric before you until feeling him lift you enough to no longer have this option. 

"No, sweetheart. You wanted to act like a little slut in public….so you're gonna let them hear what happens when you act like that." A final slap to your ass sent you to gasp as he groaned with a speed increasing to you having obeyed. 

"Sing for me, baby-" You allowed each and every moan and groan to expel to the air as he continued his paces. The grip of your hair eventually loosened to only your hips as he used every ounce of his strength to prove his point before coming to that edge. 

"Had enough? Wanna come don't you?" 

"Yes!"

"Then make me come…show me you can listen and behave and take my cum for me baby…fuck it out of me, come on- Use that little attitude and come baby…let me have it…" He was winded and desperate as he allowed you to make up the pace before ultimately overtaking you in final motions of pure unbridled dominance. 

"Fuck!" He called to you, your name a sweet echo on his lips as you were returned to his knee. 

"Now, let me watch you, baby-"

He grounded you by your hips, leading you in circular motions before driving his thumb to your clit. The release of his name only came as mutterings from your groans as he grinned in approval. 

"Come on, baby…I know you want it, don’t get shy on me now-" You nodded as he intensified your sensations by twisting your nipples and taking you to your edge. 

"Come for me." This was enough to warrant that release, the rush of satisfaction too powerful to silence, a desperate gasp of his name and the evidence of his effect now worn on his leg. 

"Think you can behave long enough for me to go back to work now?" You nodded, overtaken with pleasure as he kissed you. 

"Good. Make sure you drink some water and eat something, because when I come back, you're coming on my cock next time.."

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271

[furinana]

Reviewing SMT's 30th Anniversary Event in Yokohama

In 2023 (the year of Nanashi's birthday!) I spent some months in Japan so I lucked out when they announced a Megaten concert right before my departure.

This is a compilation of thoughts from tweets and messages I sent to friends that I decided to turn into a public post for archival purposes.

Disclaimer: unless stated otherwise, none of the pictures I'm using here are mine. Most of them were taken from the event's official account.

May 6th. From Kyoto (the city I was staying) to Yokohama was approx. two hours by Shinkansen. Like how a close friend of mine says, "The thing about Japan is that you ride one train and you just become the biggest car hater immediately".

[I ended up taking an overnight bus for the back trip however, took around 7 hours. Cramped on your legs but your pockets hurt way less]

How is Yokohama at the moment? A bright sunny noon and like this user illustrated, windy as hell (my cap came off once and I had to run in the middle of the street to rescue it).

[KT Zepp Yokohama]

I arrived 4 hours before the concert's schedule so I fucked around Yokohama's cozy Chinatown for a bit, among other places I don't remember. I didn't take into account that you could arrive hours prior to the event to purchase the limited merch line and stare at concept art of mainline games in an exhibiton placed in the entrance. The merch would get sold out in a matter of minutes in the gap between the opening and when the concert would start! Don't underestimate scalpers, folks.

A beginner's mistake, this is how life teaches you to be smart.

[For every 5,000 yen you spent, you got the chance of receiving a colored bookmark of one of the protagonists. A lot of items involved abysmal luck to get. Fortunately I was able to grab what I set my eyes on in the later online raffle so things turned out fine on my end (although I'm currently having to deal with a lot of dupes much to my annoyance. But hey, I have official merch of Flynn and Nanashi now)]

Regarding the exhibition: Not a lot of stuff to comment on. They made a timeline of sorts for each mainline title (except the NES games because fuck 'em I guess) and pretty much most of it was available in official artbooks published previously. Nocturne for example, they displayed the writing process & how they sketched cutscenes and attacks prior to making them 3D etc, which was no-news if you browsed the Ayakashi Monthly book before.

[We weren't allowed to take pictures so I can only show the previews from the official account. We had to stay at a long line to look at each piece in a chronological way so it felt particularly... uncomfortable. I don't like the feeling that I might be slowing down other people so I end up rushing what was supposed to be a serene activity]

The actual exclusive never-seen-before art was regarding beta character & demons concepts from SMT4A:

[Top: Drawn from memory by me. Bottom: The "mermaid" is a reference to the Starbucks logo that interestingly, is also present in Nanashi's room (which could mean there was an intention of Nanashi's only reference of a mermaid being the logo of a cafe that wouldn't exist in-universe anymore. For those unaware, the mermaid in question is actually a siren!]

Here are the descriptions I typed on my phone right after I exited the exhibition (and would use as base for my own sketches a day later):

Chironnupu had two beta forms with the face as it is now where one walked on four legs and the other his legs faded out in a ghost-like manner. He also had a third and more distinct from his current design where he was dressed in Ainu attire on 2 legs and was smiling to the viewer (a Youkai Watch sort of vibe, very cute).

Nanashi had an unseen sketch where Doi drew him with a suspiciously big waist. Yeah, I know it's minor but I wanted to comment on how unhinged Doi is in drawing girly boys. Go off king

Cleopatra had a form where she had dark skin, dark green hair and emerald green eyes (...huh? I just realized I painted her hair with brown instead of green lmao I became fixated in making her look similar to Maria Torres from Trauma Team). Considering how some demons get color variations (such as Vishnu or Moh Shuvuu), some even getting darker skin in adaptations (take Rama in the Devil Survivor 2 anime), perhaps Cleopatra getting an alt that is closer to this beta depiction isn't an impossibility. I can dream

Vishnu-Flynn had a version where his face was the same as how Flynn normally is.

Mermaid had a form where she was supposed to resemble the Starbucks logo where her palette was red&other color (I don't remember if it was blue or green) and showed an alluring evil smile.

Now let's talk about the concert. The structure of how it went was basically alternating between the band playing remixes of soundtracks with gameplay videos on the screen and then pausing for the hosts to talk with the audience and share some free-talks with the musicians that worked on the titles.

Fans used this menorah they sold in the booth as a glow stick (the ones you see in idol events).

[Event announcers Mafia Kajita and Chiaki Matsuzawa in day 1 and 2]

At the end there was a little quiz with gameplay-specific questions, for example what a certain skill does. You had to answer with this little cardboard thing that had a Jack Frost in one side and Black Frost in the other.

Regarding the free-talks, a summary of what I was able to get (take those with a grain of salt):

Kozuka never played any Megaten before composing for the games (he thought they were too dangerous)

SJR composer played all of them

Tsukasa said the songs for the SNES games were a lot longer and better-sounding but unfortunately they had to chop off a lot

Meguro makes sound effects before making the music, finished SMT2 before starting composing but doesn't play games anymore

By the end, Kajita wishes Megaten games were released more often so events like this could happen frequently and Matsuzawa says she's a big Digital Devil Saga fan.

By the way, you could easily recognize the western fans from the audience from how louder and cheerier they were compared to the local ones. Japanese fans are the types that respect silence to a scary degree. For another example, I was able to watch The Boy and the Heron right in the opening week and nobody from the session I went to laughed or made any perceptible reaction to other viewers. The only one laughing in the entire room was my, notably, non-JPN roommate.

When the concert was nearing its end however, the hosts allowed everyone to be as loud as they wanted to thus letting the atmosphere at long last turn closer to the spirit of Megaten... chaotic.

[Going personally to the concert was a totally unique experience compared to seeing it from a screen with diluted audio. You truly had to be there to have your stomach twisting from the echoes coming from the band's instruments]

My personal favorite remixes:

SMT1's Ginza

SMT2's Disco Theme

SMT4's Boss Theme & Map theme

SMT4A's f6 Godslayer (when they showed Vishnu-Flynn on the big screen... 😳)

[eddiemunsonspantschain]

Hidden Away - Ch.2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x secretly alternative!reader

Warnings: Eventual smut in later chapters, absent parent, Minors DNI

You do not have permission to copy, translate or repost my works onto other platforms. 18+ only.

After school, you sat in the school library waiting for Eddie. Jason hadn’t been happy hearing the news that you got paired with Eddie on this project. He argued that you should ask Mr.Hawthorn to switch, but Bianca was quick to point out that every other guy in class was taken and no one would switch with you willingly. You just had to get through this project. That was it. Work on it, then present it and not be seen with The Freak again. You had your sketchbook out in front of you. You erased a line and gently drew it again before committing to digging your pencil in more to solidify the line once you were satisfied. The door to the library opened, but you didn’t look up. Maybe Eddie was skipping out on you. That was fine with you. Just as you thought that, the chair across from you scraped against the floor. You looked up as Eddie sat himself across from you.

“Sorry I’m late. Ms.O’Donnell wanted a chat.” Eddie apologized, setting his textbook down on the table.

“It’s fine.” You shrugged, shutting your sketchbook.

“Wait, you draw?” Eddie asked and reached for the sketchbook.

You pulled it back quickly and shoved it into your bag. “Yeah, I do.” You told him, “Let’s focus on this.”

Eddie shrugged, folding his hands on the table. “As you say, baby mama.” He smiled, and you glared at him.

“You’re enjoying this far too much.” You told him and he grins back with a nod.

“I am. I enjoy seeing popular kids like you squirm.” He chuckled and opened up his book.

“I’m not squirming.” You told him and rolled your eyes.

“Sure you aren’t, princess.” He hummed and took a pencil from his pocket.

After that, you ignored all his quips. You took over as you planned out your strategy for this project. You both were going to figure out the genetic makeup of your kid, then make a basic story. It was simple, but it was more than just doing the science and handing it to Mr. Hawthorn, who had asked for creativity with your projects. “Unfortunately, I can’t work on this more today with you because my parents expect me home. My dad is in town for dinner.” You told Eddie as you shut your books and shoved them into your bag. It was about an hour before your dad was supposed to be home. Enough time for you to get home, get comfortable and be on time for dinner.

Eddie looked confused. “Wait. Your dad is in town for dinner?” He asked, and you nodded. “What, is he, like, always gone or something?”

“Something like that.” You answered as you got up, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking around the table. Your dad had to leave in the morning for Chicago, so anytime he was going to be home, your mom planned a nice dinner at home. You heard the chair behind you scrape against the floor and then Eddie was near you again. You could tell from the smell of cigarettes that followed him.

“So lemme guess, daddy makes a lot of money working out of town so you and mom don’t see him a lot?” Eddie ventured.

“Wow, you cracked the case, Munson.” You told him, pushing the door to get outside before heading for the edge of the parking lot. Normally, Jason was your ride home, but obviously he wasn’t going to wait around for you to be finished with The Freak. He always brought Chrissy home, too.

“Very funny, princess.” Eddie answered, his footsteps disappearing behind you as you went to exit the parking lot. “Wait!”

You stopped and turned back around. Eddie was standing there, holding his car keys in one hand. His van was a few feet behind him. “What?” You called back.

“You’re not seriously walking home, are you?” He called back.

“Yeah, I am.” You shrugged and turned around.

“No! No, get in my van,” Eddie spoke, his voice getting closer. 

“Are you serious?” You scoffed and Eddie shot you a look.

“Look, you want a ride home or not? I don’t think it’s a good idea to walk home. Hawkins isn’t as safe as it used to be, remember?” He pointed out, motioning to his van. “I’ll be fast. Promise. Please?” He drew an ‘x’ over his heart, then held both hands up.

You sighed and looked at the van, then Eddie, then at the road. He had a point. Hawkins wasn’t as safe as you thought it once was. After Will Byers kidnapping, and then what happened to Barbra; Hawkins hasn’t been the same. Before, you had no issue walking home alone. “Fine.” You murmured and moved past Eddie towards his van.

“You’re welcome.” Eddie scoffed, following behind you. He quickly unlocked his door, pressing the button on the inside to unlock the doors. You walked around and pulled the passenger door open, putting your bag on the floor of the van and lifting yourself in. Eddie was already in and starting up the car. The floor of the van by your feet was littered with random pieces of paper and what looked to be cigarette butts. The smell of cigarette smoke clung to the inner upholstery of the van itself, alongside the distinct smell of weed. You pulled your seatbelt on. Eddie began pulling out of the parking lot.

“Seatbelt.” You murmured, and he glanced at you.

“What?”

“Seatbelt.” You sighed and motioned to him.

“Nah, I don’t need it.” Eddie waved you off. 

You rolled my eyes and leaned over. You had to lean over Eddie to grab his seatbelt. He smelled like the cigarettes coating the inside of the van and the leather from his jacket, along with something else you couldn’t quite place. You grabbed the seatbelt, pulling it over his chest and clicking it into place. “Don’t be stupid. We’re being safe, remember?” You told him, barely missing the little smile on his face after you secured his seatbelt. With him safely secured to his seat, Eddie pulled out of the Hawkins High parking lot. The ride towards your house was silent save for the soft playing of Black Sabbath coming from Eddie’s radio. You tried not to nod your head to the music. You didn’t need Eddie knowing you liked something he liked. It might prompt him to want to talk to you more often and you couldn’t risk anyone else besides Chrissy knowing your interests. When he stopped the van in front of your home; you leaned down, grabbing your bag off the floor of the van. The back of his van had his metal lunch box and his textbook he had thrown back there. It was spacious and clear that he probably hung out there from time to time. “Thanks, Munson. I appreciate it.” You told him sincerely, opening up the passenger door and hopping out after unbuckling yourself. You really did appreciate it, as he clearly was concerned for your safety when he had no personal connection to you otherwise. 

“You’re welcome, Y/L/N.” Eddie called as you shut the passenger door. You walked up the driveway to your front door, fishing your keys from your bag. Eddie was waiting in his van still when you looked up after retrieving your keys. You raised a brow and unlocked your door, stepping inside and shutting the door behind yourself. You leaned over to look out the window beside the door, just in time to see Eddie pull away now that you were inside. You shook your head and locked the door.

“Honey? Is that you?” Mom’s voice flowed from the kitchen.

“Yeah, mom!” You called back and started for the stairs. 

“Why are you late?”

“Had to meet with a classmate for a project!” You called back and jogged up the stairs. You went into your room and shut your door. You sighed and stripped the cheerleading outfit off of yourself. You slid on a pair of black jeans and a Metallica t-shirt before turning on the Christmas lights in your room. Dad should roll in soon and the smell from the kitchen downstairs was making your stomach ache in hunger. You sat on your bed and started working on your homework for the time being. It was only when mom called you downstairs did you set it aside and headed downstairs. As always, mom had the table set and the food for the most part out before dad could arrive. You sat down in your usual seat. “What time is he supposed to be here?” You asked her as you picked up a piece of bread.

“7:30, like usual.” Mom answered, smoothing out her apron after setting down a dish with meatloaf in it. She leaned down and kissed your head.

By the time 8 pm rolled around, you and your mom filled your plates and started eating before it could get cold. Sometimes his flight was late. Sometimes there was traffic. Mom asked about school and about the project, as well as the cheer squad. You answered, knowing how she liked to be involved in your life. You were her only kid, after all. Dad drew the line at one kid, saying more than one was too much, especially with him gone all the time. You opened your mouth to answer your mom’s question when the phone rang.

Mom was quick to get up, grabbing the phone. “Hello?” She answered and paused. Her smile slowly faded. “I see.” A fake smile replaced that. “No, Richard. Of course I understand. I’m sure she will too.” Mom said softly. He wasn’t coming. Mom put the phone back on the receiver and turned towards you. “Y/N,”

“He isn’t coming.” You murmured.

“Another meeting came up in the morning before his flight.” Mom answered and took her seat again.

“Of course it did.” You sighed, sipping your water.

“He’ll be here for your birthday, baby. He said he made sure to clear two days to be home and with you.” She reached across and grabbed your hand. 

You slid your hand out from under hers. “Yeah, sounds nice.” You murmured, giving her a tight smile. The rest of dinner was in silence.

—-----------------------------------------

After you helped with the dishes, you ran back up to your room and grabbed your biology textbook. You sat down and sighed. You started reading over the chapter on genetics, hoping to be able to get this project done fast and return to normalcy for once. Only you ended up dozing off with the textbook instead, the words blurring together the longer you read.

When your alarm went off in the morning, you groaned, shutting it off quickly. You got up and changed into a cute outfit for the day. You shoved your feet into your conversation and grabbed your bag. You bounded down the stairs quickly, going into the kitchen and to the freezer. “Hi, mom.” You murmured and took two Eggos from the freezer.

“Hi, honey.” Mom smiled softly, leaning over to pull you down to kiss your cheek. You pouted at her and shoved the Eggos into the toaster. “Jason coming to get you girls?” Mom asked, and you nodded.

“Of course, like always.” You answered.

“Well, I wasn’t sure if it would be him or the boy with the van you came home in the other day.” She noted and you turned to look at her. A small, amused smile sat on her lips. 

“Excuse me?” You asked with a laugh.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice. You didn’t come home in Jason’s car like usual. You came home in a van. So, who is he?” She set her coffee cup down and you laughed.

“No one, mom. Just my project partner. He’s the weirdo of the school.” You told her, and she scoffed.

“You kids and your labels. Honey, I swear.” She clicked her tongue, “I’m sure he’s very nice.”

You took the Eggos from the toaster, shoving one into your mouth despite the heat of it. You sucked in some air through your teeth in an attempt to cool it off quickly around the bite you took. “You’d think he was a greasy slime ball.” You told her through a mouthful of Eggo. A horn outside stopped you from commenting further on Eddie Munsons' hygiene. You leaned over the sink and pulled the curtain away. Jason was outside. “Gotta go!” You told mom, kissing her cheek before running outside to join Chrissy and Jason.

“Invite him over for dinner one night! We could use the company!” Mom yelled back.

“As if!” You yelled back, shutting the door behind you. You ran towards Jason’s car, opening the back door and sliding in. 

“Morning! How was dinner with your dad?” Chrissy asked and you looked at her. Your expression said it all. Her smile faltered. “It’s okay. He’ll be there next week, right?” She asked and you nodded.

“That’s what mom says.” You smiled softly.

“If he doesn’t show up, then we’ll all go to Benny’s, have a couple beers. How’s that sound?” Jason offered.

You tried not to make a face. It sounded less than ideal. House parties, sure. But you hated partying at Benny’s. “Yeah, maybe.” You murmured and shrugged. Dad had promised. He was going to be there.

“So, how did working with Eddie go last night?” Chrissy asked. You could see Jason’s grip tighten on the wheel.

“Just fine. We only got a little bit done.” You shrugged. “We’ll see how much we get done this weekend. I plan on pulling him to get some real work done. Probably work at the public library.”

“Why spend your weekend with him?” Jason asked and Chrissy smacked his arm.

“It’s a day, Jason!” She scolded him.

“We have practice after school today. Can’t do it after school today, so it's the weekend instead.”

Jason didn’t argue further and Chrissy quickly changed the subject. 

When you all got to the parking lot, everyone was still outside. There was a bit of time before the first period bell rang. Jason parked with the other basketball players and you all got out of the car. You and Chrissy walked over to the girls. They were giggling over something, but stopped as soon as they saw you both. “Ladies, what’re we laughing at?” Chrissy asked, looking at all the girls.

Sophia and Bianca shared a look before giggling. “Nothing, just saw Y/N’s Freak roll in. Surprised you guys didn’t show up together.” Bianca pointed out with a tight smile.

“Surprised you let everyone see that heinous pimple on your chin.” You answered quickly and Bianca gasped, covering her chin with her hand. 

“There is not!” She frantically searched her bag for her compact.

“I should get in.” You told Chrissy, giving her a side hug before heading towards school. Better to get away from Bianca when she was in this kind of mood. As soon as you walked inside, you went to your locker and began grabbing your stuff for the first period. You were alone for all of one second before someone was behind you. 

A pair of hands gently grabbed your waist. You turned just in time for Eddie to step aside and keep his hands to himself. “Y/L/N, hey. Was wondering when you wanted to meet up again to work on our project?” He asked, leaning on the locker beside yours.

You looked Eddie up and down. He was in his Hellfire Club shirt. You guess they met today. He once again held his textbook in his hands. “Do you own a backpack?” You asked him.

“What?” 

You motioned to his hands. “I never see you with a bag.” You noted, and he shrugged. “Alright, well, I was thinking about this weekend. I have cheer practice today and clearly you have…” You motioned to his t-shirt.

“Hellfire Club.”

“Yeah, that. Whatever that is.”

“It’s a club to play D&D, sweetheart.”

You raised a brow. “Dungeons and Dragons? Okay. Well, Hellfire boy. Public library, noon on Sunday?” You suggested.

Eddie nodded. “Sounds good.” He answered and smiled, pushing off the locker. “See you then.” He called, heading down the hallway. You shot a couple of onlookers a look and shut your locker.

[sommerflue-22]

SWIPE RIGHT | Armin Arlert x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

One swipe to the right and you found yourself going on dates with Armin Arlert, loving how he treated you right. Who could possibly resist such a gentle and compassionate man? It's only a matter of time before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend...

Pairing(s): Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Warning: Implied/Referenced Sex

Word count: 2.3k

Author note

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During the month of July, you’ve gone on three dates with Armin. On your first date, he took you out to dinner and then drove you around for a night ride in his convertible. On the second date, he took you to an art gallery where you spent almost four hours talking and admiring the paintings and sculptures. On the third date, he took you to golf. Despite your lack of expertise, Armin patiently taught you. All three dates were pleasant. Armin never tried to do anything funny to you, he always asked for your permission whenever he wanted to kiss you. He always picked you up, treated you with respect during the date, then drove you home and ensured you arrived safely. Even though there was nothing wrong with him, you never mentioned anything about your dates to Sasha. She found out when a friend, Jean, asked you about it. Apparently, Jean saw you in the car with Armin on your way home from golfing.

“You went on a date with him three times?” Sasha shrieked, “And not even once do you care to tell me about it?!”

“Sasha, tone it down. We’re in public.”

That day you went out to grab lunch with Sasha and Jean in a cafe near your workplace. Sasha’s reaction drew the attention of a few people from different tables to yours. Jean didn’t even dare to raise his head from his sandwich.

“I know, but how could you do this to me?” Sasha pouted, “I really thought your first date failed miserably. Three dates is plenty, ain’t that right, Jean?”

“I think so?” Jean responded, not really sure how he should contribute to the conversation.

“Yeah, it’s a lot of dates in a month. You know, for someone you met on a dating app. Speaking from personal experience… I usually only go on one date, and then they call it quits. They ghosted me. But, anyway… when is your next date with this Armin guy?”

“This weekend, actually.”

“You know where you’re going?”

“Nah, he never tells me where we’re going on dates. It’s always a nice place, though.”

Sasha shrugged. “Well, since everything you said about him was positive, then I have no reason to be concerned. I am a little bit worried, though, but that’s okay. This Armin guy sounds responsible, sounds like a true gentleman. If there’s any emergency, you know you can call me, right? Like, if he tries anything unusual with you or anything…”

“Yes, Sasha. Don’t worry.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

On Saturday afternoon, Armin picked you up in his convertible again. He still opened the door for you, buckled your seatbelt, and held your hand as he drove. You grew accustomed to it. The silence between you and him during the ride no longer bothered you. He knew you were enjoying the ride and you knew he was focusing while also listening to music.

“So, where are you taking me today?” You asked Armin as the car approached an exit.

“I’m taking you to one of my favorite places.” Armin answered. “By the way, I believe I haven’t complimented your outfit today. You look beautiful as usual, (Y/N). I really like your sundress.” 

You lowered your gaze to your plaid, blue sundress. “Thank you, Armin. I also really like your polo shirt. You usually wear button-up shirts on our dates… Well, aside from the golf date.”

“Why, thank you, (Y/N). I feel comfortable wearing button-ups, but I don’t think they’re appropriate for our date today. That’s why I chose to wear polo. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all! You look…”

“Hmm?”

“...beautiful.”

He gave you a soft glance and squeezed your hand even more tightly. 

It took about an hour to get there. By the time Armin’s car exited the freeway, you could tell where he was taking you. You quickly asked Armin to retract the hardtop, which he did. You couldn’t contain your big smile as the car approached a parking lot near the beach.

“I can’t believe you’re taking me to the beach!” You exclaimed as Armin helped you get out of the car.

“I didn’t know you liked the beach.”

“I love the beach.”

Armin reached into the backseat, then grabbed your hand and led the way. The part of the beach near the parking lot was mostly pebbles, but as you got closer to the water, you could feel the sand under your sandals.

Armin picked a spot near a large rock, away from the crowd, so you didn’t have to sit in the sun. The beach wasn’t too crowded that day, fortunately. You helped Armin lay out the mat and took some of the food from the basket. After everything was settled, you both sat side by side facing the sea, munching on chocolate-covered strawberries.

“The beach is one of my favorite places.” Armin told you. “I used to be sick all the time, and my doctor said it was because my lungs were weak. She encouraged my parents to take me to the beach, so that I could get some fresh air. Because apparently the sea air is good for you. I got better, but I also got so used to the beach and the sea that weekly beach trips were almost a tradition in my family… At least until I graduated from elementary school.”

“That’s really nice. What happened after that?” You asked, slowly resting your head on Armin’s shoulder.

He smiled and kissed you on the temple of your head. “Well, my parents became extremely busy as the business flourished. So they no longer took me to the beach. Instead, I went with my driver. Or occasionally I bring friends.”

“Exes too?”

Armin chuckled. “No, not exes. I have never had a romantic partner.”

You realized that despite having been on four dates already, Armin had never asked you out officially to be his girlfriend. Anxiety caused your stomach to churn. You didn’t want to rush into a new romantic relationship, but you also didn’t want to be taken advantage of.

“I went to a private, all-boys boarding school, (Y/N). It was quite challenging, the classes, assignments… Basically all I did during the school year was studying. My experience with dating is nil. Zero. That’s why one of my friends suggested I get a dating app. I’m glad I did because it led me to you.”

You nodded, your eyes kept gazing at the sea even though Armin was staring at you.

“My cousin also went to a boarding school. She managed to get a boyfriend or two, but maybe that’s because she didn’t really focus on studying.” You mumbled. “I don’t know… Is it also because of your parents? I know some parents kinda have a strict rule when it comes to dating.”

Armin paused for a moment before answering, “No, not really. I don’t think so. I’ve never brought it up with my parents. You know, about dating and all. I suppose it’s because they see me as this serious, high-achiever person. They know next to nothing about me after I recovered. They spend more time out there taking care of the businesses or even socializing, going to parties.”

“I see…”

“(Y/N)... my dear,” tried to get your full attention, Armin lifted your chin up until your eyes met his, “I know what you might be thinking, but please… wait for a while, okay?”

You knew exactly what he meant. As if he could read your mind. Your cheeks began to flush because you’re embarrassed. Of course Armin didn’t want to rush things. You knew he had other things on his mind, things that were more important at the time. 

You touched his cheek with your hand and leaned in for a kiss. It started out sweet with his lips moving against yours. Armin pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. You moved to straddle his laps when his tongue slid in between your lips, catching you off guard. You squealed, making him chuckle, but none of you let go. You were both engrossed in each other’s touches.

The kiss ended when you ran out of breath. Your forehead rested against Armin’s. On the other hand, Armin looked like he was still in a daze. He just stared into your eyes, his fingers tracing circles on your hips. You eventually moved to sit next to him.

“Armin, wake up.” You pecked his lips once. “Come on now, baby.”

Armin blinked several times before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “Sorry, (Y/N). That was… God, it was marvelous.”

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. You loved his blond hair, how soft and bouncy it felt between your fingers. Armin just hummed and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and exhaled. 

“Let’s just… stay here for awhile, alright? Let me know if you’re cold. We can head back then.”

You nodded. You didn’t want to leave the place either. The sound of the waves crashing, people enjoying themselves on the other side of the beach, Armin’s soft breath against your skin, his earthy and woody scent, his hand resting on your knees. It was almost perfect in its tranquility.. You’d freeze the time if you could.  

After a while, you and Armin were practically glued to each other for the rest of the picnics. After you had finished all of the snacks and drinks (aside from strawberries, Armin also packed some cookies and a big bottle of iced tea), you decided to leave the beach. Armin held your hand again, all the way to the car. 

Armin did offer you to have dinner at a restaurant, but you declined. Instead, you suggested going through the drive thru and eating at your place. Armin agreed. You stopped by McDonald’s and ordered two cheeseburgers, fries, and cola. You wanted to pay for the meal for once, but Armin wouldn’t let you. 

You reached your apartment building in no time, since it was close to McDonald’s. As always, Armin continued to hold your hand as his other hand brought the huge paper bag, containing your food and drinks.

“As I said, my apartment is not the tidiest one, but welcome.” You opened your door for him.

“No worries, (Y/N). It’s a lovely place you got here.” Armin stepped inside. “Where should I put the food?”

“Oh, just put it on the coffee table.” You said as you shut the door. You made your way to the kitchen and asked, “Would you like another drink? I know we got cola, but if you want water or anything…”

“I’m alright.” Armin stood in the middle of your living room and looked around.

For a split second you felt embarrassed by the state of your apartment. It’s not that bad, but you could have at least returned a few books to the bookcases or cleaned the mirror and windows. You loved the open floor plan in your unit, but it also meant that your guests could see clutter all over your place. 

Even though Armin didn’t ask for it, you got him a glass of water. You both sat on the sofa and started munching on your food. Armin told you about the small apartment he rented while he was studying abroad, how the heater didn’t really work and how his neighbor down the hall kept blasting reggae music every morning. The food didn’t last long; before you knew it, you were down to a few french fries and half of your cola. On the other hand, Armin had already finished all of his meal.

“Thanks for the meal, Armin.” You said while wiping the corner of your mouth with a  tissue.

“No problem, (Y/N). Wait, you missed a spot.” Armin reached out to wipe a splotch of mustard from your cheek. He then took a tissue and wiped his thumb, still staring at you.

“Did I miss another spot?”

Armin shook his head, “No, it’s just… I would really love to kiss you again.”

“Why do you always ask?”

“I figure I should ask for your permission. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want me to do.”

“Well, if that’s the case,” you leaned in, “I give you permission to kiss me whenever you want.”

Almost immediately, Armin crashed his lips against yours. He didn’t hesitate and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth. You climbed up to his laps, one hand on his shoulder, the other running through his hair, pulling it softly. Armin groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You couldn’t help but grind down on him a little bit.

Armin pulled away from the kiss, “Oh (Y/N), dear god…”

“Is there something wrong?” You asked him, panting.

“No. I just… it felt good.”

“You mean this?” You grinded down again.

Armin sighed and closed his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” 

“Is it okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, don’t…” Armin lowered his gaze to where you were grinding. “Do you want to… you know…”

You tilted your head, acting like you didn’t understand what he was saying.

“(Y/N), dear, can I touch you? Down there?” Armin asked you desperately. His blue eyes were clouded and there was nothing but lust in them. 

Armin didn’t waste another minute after you nodded. He kissed you again as he laid you down on the sofa. His hand roamed, touching your cheek, your neck, your chest, and all the way down to the pooling heat where you needed him the most. 

He ended up sleeping over at your place, holding you in his arms all night.

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[vivianbernadetteaurora]

 Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love

I’ve just Gotta stay from the start of that, I’m Mies by both of these people they both have had a heavy influence of me in my 20s, I know there are many conspiracies about about Courtney maybe killing her or having him done by somebody else while she was in California and he escaped rehab now she tried very very hard to pursue it.

She even sent him a heart-shaped box. Yes that’s where that metaphor comes from inside the box with little dolls, candles, and other little things treat trinkets he never called Courtney back, but Dave would talk to Courtney on the phone for hours and then ended up talking to her. They changed the date of when they got together. They may have run in the same circles but it didn’t mean they were together at that time. She says many different things and we, as we know Courtney Love can be a massive liar. The story constantly changes and she’s ready to write out her celebrity friends Drew Barrymore who is meant to be the godmother to her child after Rosemary Carol who is going to write her out for Kurt death got changed to Drew Barrymore then blind items Courtney was gonna say truth about Drew after they weren’t friends Courtney strikes me at someone who may have bipolar and borderline personality disorder. They say Kurt had bipolar kind of agree, but I believe that Courtney actually is more sociopathic. Her dad says it because her dad is a self proclaimed one well was he’s not with us anymore, and he wrote a book about her which I am dying to read. I might see if it’s on my audiobook so anyway what I want to talk about or a few placements in the charts so here we go.

Courtney Love is a cancer son, a cancer moon, Leo Mercury Mars in Gemini, Venus in Gemini, but in retrograde, which only happens once every couple of years for 2 1/2 weeks, Kurt Cobain Kurt was a Pisces son, a cancer moon, a Pisces mercury, a Pisces, Venus and a Scorpio, so if you wanna look at the logistically on the uni part if Courtney is a Libra rising her riding  pull into Kurt second house which would be his body and finances your security. It is ruled by Taurus your second house, so anything to do with materialistic the home finances. Her physical body is going to fall in that and she did try and like get him to do Lala Palooza. She did try to get him to make all this money. He bought a car for her that he took back the next day because it wasn’t him then also had Gemini Mars and Venus, which is her sexual attributes and what did I say guys I said when someone is mood Mars and Venus Mars, Venus, not moon, Mars and Venus’s are conjunction , be careful because they can be ever so charming, and you can fall for that, and it can be really electrifying, my example would be for court falling for that is when he’s on stage and he says he’s that she’s the best he’s ever had basically. So the 10th house rules finances it rules hire up government law money, all those things that she could tampered with, and I am getting a strong feeling that she did right now, since she did forge things for her, sometimes with him being out of it so much and sometimes with him not just even knowing going into his industry with her so he’s a Virgo rising, so his Virgo rising is gonna be in her house so his physical body is in the Pisces house of drugs, alcohol, delusions and addiction and many people will say that she was the one who got him on drugs which I can totally believe she seems like one of those people called Kelly Osborne, Jack, all of them on it if you wanna believe what tabloid say but the same story shouldn’t keep coming up. If it’s not true, you see what I’m saying and it was so he didn’t have a physical ascendant so into her 12 house is Scorpio a second house so Mars is your sexual energy in your energy, so finances could be a problem on both end of them, but his energy was into that and it could’ve been. He felt inspired by how she put herself out there and wanted to do it too. Has been on the third house of chat about talking about it and getting to know each other about it and then they can’t moons it’s cancer fall into the 11th house of friendship and they did have a good friendship together as a relationship couple as you should as you should I’m not saying how you should have it because everybody is different but also he’s a Virgo rising. He was obviously born on a full moon because his player because his son sign is Pisces, and where his Venus and his mercury and his son fall into that seventh house which is relationship with the public and relationships of people that’s why he was adored by so many people and still is to this seat.

[robotkiyoomi]

Doomsday ft the MSBY 4

If Miya Atsumu had to describe what his worst nightmare was it probably wouldn’t be far from what he was currently experiencing. Yup he was totally, completely, and utterly fucked. He could already picture his parents disowning him while Osamu would document it all, Coach Foster as he paced back and forth while lecturing Atsumu for hours on how to do the right thing, his friends would never let him live this this down, and all of that was somehow secondary to the phone call he’d just made. Even he wasn’t creative enough to imagine this hellscape. Atsumu had considered his options carefully and tried to find another way but upon coming up empty he had dialed the number. 

“What.” A deep stern and very angry voice barked out. He cringed and forced a smile into his voice. 

“Hey Omiii,” Atsumu said, drawing out the “i” as he attempted to avoid breaching the topic of the phone call. 

“What the hell do you want, Miya? It’s fucking 2:22am.” He winced at Sakusa’s tone. Atsumu had never been religious but he did send a silent prayer before calling asking for the spiker to be in a good and forgiving mood. Alas no, he was right not to be religious. 

“So Sho-kun,Bokkun,and I kinda got arrested and we need you to bail us out of jail,” Atsumu said hurriedly, better to just rip off the band-aid right? Wrong. 

“WHAT.” Sakusa screamed. 

That had happened about an hour ago. Atsumu groaned and buried his face in his hands. They truly had no other options and together they had seriously tried to think of any possible alternative. 

“He’s not going to come is he?” Bokuto asked dramatically as he lay face down on the metal bench in the holding cell. 

“Of course Omi-kun will come, he has to.” Hinata said, rubbing at his drooping eyes. 

“We can’t die in a foreign country’s prison when we have home games soon,” Atsumu internally winced at the innocence of his friends. He loved volleyball as much as them but that was the least of their concerns at the moment. 

The door clicked open, metal scraping against the cement floor as it opened, the sound extremely unpleasant for Atsumu’s already throbbing head. The three of boys jerked into proper sitting positions. The officer who had arrested them was heading towards the cell with Sakusa in tow. 

At that moment, as Hinata and Bokuto scrambled to their feet, Atsumu wasn’t sure if this was a sign of god’s existence or the start of a future crueler than he could’ve ever imagined. 

–

The car ride was painfully silent. Bokuto kept nervously clearing his throat which just drew more attention to the quiet and Atsumu was ready to die. Maybe they should’ve left him in that cell to rot because that might have been a kinder fate. Clearly he had not scolded Hinata and Bokuto to be quiet, in the event that Sakusa did come, well enough because Hinata decided to speak then, 

“Sakusa-san, aren’t you going to ask us any questions?” 

Atsumu smacked his head against the car window and he could see the cocky idiot smirk. 

“Hinata, it’s okay. I actually don’t have any questions,” Atsumu could feel the blow coming, he knew something bad was going to happen. 

“The officer showed me the footage and explained it all to me.” There it was. 

The MSBY members were currently in Brazil for some informal practice matches with other FIVB teams. Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata had been the only members that wanted to go out on their last night. Atsumu remembers heading out around 10:30 to find the first bar, which was just down the road from the hotel. The three of them together without supervision were a dangerous enough combination alone, the drinking games that led to a cycle of drinks downed one after another should’ve been the flashing red flag. From there things were a little less clear but Atsumu could unfortunately still see the incident vividly in his mind. Hearing Sakusa recount the event out loud is even worse than Atsumu had anticipated. 

“Of course you guys would bring a volleyball to a bar, it makes perfect sense. Meian has to hold onto all of your passports and IDs because you are all distractible children, but god forbid one of you doesn’t have a volleyball on them at all times.” Hinata and Bokuto clearly miss the depth of Sakusa dig and Atsumu sinks further into the passenger seat because he too is included in the patronizing talk. Atsumu is used to being scoffed at by Sakusa or even lectured by their coach and captain for his behavior on a night out but it has never been categorized to be similar to Bokuto’s childish or naive actions. ‘Miya Atsumu, young volleyball heart throb and potential playboy’ as the articles say. Yet here he was.

“So just to make sure that I understood everything correctly, in a busy club, Hinata tried to set the ball to Bokuto. ‘Try’ being the key word here because from the footage and for your own careers, I have to assume everyone was very intoxicated because the playing skills displayed were..” Sakusa makes a disgusted face and shudders. 

“Anyways, Bokuto, in an attempt to receive the ball, ran at full speed after it. Of course why would you have any spatial awareness of the many other people in the club and look where you’re going? So Bokuto then slammed into Miya, who was sitting at the bar flirting with a girl and had almost just spilled his entire drink on her. Miya, eternally easy to provoke and with an extremely fragile ego then shoved Bokuto in retaliation, this caused Bokuto to fall over and as he fell he accidentally pantsed a woman. In a hilarious moment of cosmic justice, Miya, who had his feet tucked into the bar stool, then tipped over from the momentum of the push and fell, the stool included, face first onto the floor.” Sakusa is barely suppressing his smirk and Atsumu wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Sakusa continues, because yes it would have been extremely embarrassing but Atsumu would have gotten over things if just that had happened.

“The ball then proceeded to hit the bartender in the head and ricochet into the liquor cabinet smashing 217,000 Yen worth of alcohol. Shards of glass flying everywhere on the slip and slide floor of alcohol. Yet amongst the pandemonium, someone did manage to record the tail end of the whole fiasco, which was uploaded to TikTok. Did I miss anything?” Sakusa stated matter of factly. 

“I pantsed someone?” Bokuto asked, leaning up into the front. This was too much. Atsumu groaned and shoved Bokuto back to his seat. 

“Keiji is going to kill me,” he muttered. Everyone was going to kill them. 

“Someone recorded it?” Hinata said, the horror plain on his face. The PR team was going to bring them back from the dead just to kill them again. Atsumu has to blink twice to make sure he is seeing things correctly. Sakusa is giving Hinata a small comforting smile through the rearview mirror. 

“Don’t worry, the good news is that no one had any idea it was professional volleyball players let alone you guys and it is too dark to tell. I checked out the footage and have sent things forward to get ‘drunk idiots try to play volleyball and flop harder than my grades’ taken down” Hinata sags in relief a little. Atsumu grimaces at the unfortunately true caption. 

Atsumu didn’t want to ask but he had to. 

“How did you convince them to let us go? Are we in any legal trouble?” The look of pure glee in Sakusa’s face would haunt him for the rest of his life. Oh so Shoyo-kun gets kindness and I get the stupid amusement, that’s fair.

“I simply explained to them that we are professional athletes and that you three are just idiots that have the impulse control of a toddler. That there was no harm intended and the whole incident was simply a mistake due to your inability to utilize rational thinking. I used the analogy of a dog with a high prey drive who sees a squirrel and just can’t help but chase it like an idiot. You will however have to pay for the alcohol and I have a feeling PR is going to make you write an apology to the injured parties.” 

[pbandjesse]

It is officially the second day of me being 32! And it was honestly a great day. I have had a really awesome birthday weekend. 

I slept okay last night. But I had very intense dreams. I was screaming and crying a lot. Over a losing my id and buying a giant Christmas themed bunny peep stuffed animal. At a target. Jess was there. It was a lot. 

But I woke up in a good mood even if I was tired. I would shake it off soon enough and had a really good day. 

When I got up I made the bed and went to get dressed. Said hi to Jess on the couch. And got ready. 

We chilled in the living room for a few minutes. I told her about my weird dream. And sat with her in the couch while she finished her coffee. And then we were off. 

I got to ride in her new car! It's very similar to mind inside but has all the extra fancy features and the sunroof and some other interesting things. Like blind spot detection. We were surprised to find that there was coffee all over her windshield and on the passenger side door. What I think happened was someone set their coffee on her roof for whatever reason and it fell over and spilled. Feel bad for whoever had their morning a little ruined. I helped Jess clean it off. And we headed to Hamden. 

We got a parking spot on a side street. It was the first time Jess has parallel parked in her new car so it was exciting when it went so well. 

We went to golden west for breakfast. And it was great. But slow. We beat the rush in but our poor waiter was a bit overwhelmed. Our food took a long time but it was good talking and people watching. And ease dropping on other conversations.  

Once our food came Jess's was missing the salsa from her tacos. But my questions were great. We would eventually get the salsa and our food was excellent. I have really loved all the food we have gotten this weekend. And I'm working really hard to not eat to the point of not feeling well.  I have been stopping at half way through. So I have a bunch of leftovers. Which is nice. 

Once we finished eating we went back to the car and drove to the art museum! I haven't been there for a long time. And it was nice! A little busier than we expected. But that was fine. We had 2 hours of parking paid for. And the musuem isn't huge. But we got to see a lot. 

The best parts were at the end. I love love loved the John Waters collection they had on display. They had Mike Kelly pieces and Cy Twombly and weird stuff and it was great. I had a blast looking at stuff I haven't seen before and that was just really nice. 

We stopped at the gift shop. And talked a lot about the work we are blown away by and stuff that falls flat for us. I have missed art museums. 

We weren't done yet! Next we drove to amazing glaze to do pottery. We went to the Starbucks in the same parking lot first. And then to the painting studio. It was the busiest I have ever ever seen it. We were lucky to get the last table. It would get more busy and crowded and it was crazy. We were there for more then two hours. Tables would change around us multiple times by people much faster then us. 

But we were intense. It took a while for Jess to pick what she was going to decorate. I chose a tea cup and saucer almost right away.  And soons he would pick the stemless wine glass. Which I have done before I really enjoy using. 

Jess decided to do all pink and red. She drew out flowers and pears. And even used a paperclip to scrap stuff away to make very fine lines. I hope that works because I want to try that next time. 

I played with a lot of color mixing and layering. I have no idea how mine are going to come out but I had a really good time making it. 

I started with the plate. I wanted it to be a little meadow. And under it is dirt. I even added a skeleton, bones, and worms. Then for the cup I made a little blue kitty creature. I used three tones of blue that I'm hoping will have a watercolor effect. And on the inside I made his guts and ribcage. I thought I was being so cleaver. I love how it looks. 

I would chat with people at the tables around us. A woman made a fuss about how cool mine was and I was just like. Ahhh. Thank you! I'm an art teacher. And we chatted about how I love painting pottery because it's the only art no one asks me to sell. It's just for me. I have my blankets and stuff for the same reason now but still this is important for me. 

We were there until s little before 4. And I was really really happy with how our pieces came out. I can't wait to see them fired. They said they will be done on Thursday! 

We got home right before James did. And we all chilled for a while. James made me a birthday cake. Me and Jess booked our campsite for Easter weekend. We are going to stay in Susquehanna state park. I hope it's great. It looked beautiful. 

And we just chilled and watched tiktoks for a long time. 

Around 530 James offered to go pick up food. Me and Jess ordered poke bowls (we have had to much cheese and bread this weekend). James would go to R house to get those and would get paid Thai for themself. It would take a while for that to be ready but me and Jess weren't starving. We had both shd leftovers when we first got home. 

But it was really nice to have dinner when James did get back. I got pineapple and seaweed salad and tofu and other stuff,  it was all really good. And excellent choice. And I still have leftovers! 

After we are we all moved to Jamess room to watch two more episodes of the last of us. I was caught up on my knitting so I only had one row to do. So I worked on unraveling my yarn to rewind righter. So hopefully it won't get so tangled anymore. In the two hours we watched the show (which was fabulous) I finished two while balls of yarn. Excellent. 

I had a great time watching with Jess and James. And there is one moe episode and then another new one tomorrow night. Maybe me and James will just watch together. We will see. 

And now we are all getting ready to go to bed. James helped me with the last bit of yarn but then I just ripped it and tied it and James was devastated and the Jess was laughing at me and it was all very silly. 

I got a little shower. And now I am cozy. And I am ready to sleep. 

Tomorrow Jess will go home. She has a baby shower to go to so she'll leave after breakfast. I am so grateful to have her as a friend. 

I hope you all feel happy tonight. Be safe. Take care. Good night! 

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Hey hey, y’all.

I’m mad Tumblr STILL hasn’t responded to any of my support tickets to get my messaging back. As an engineer, I am criticizing the app in a different way than most lol. There’s a lot of cool things with the UI, but the way you can’t separate primary & secondary blogs, some of the playback, the slow or no responses on support tickets is kinda getting to me. I didn’t think it’d frustrate me this much, but it does…Maybe it was protection…

I made a lot of progress last week. I feel like I am making strides and getting stronger with concepts. I had 2 onsites and a practice technical and I felt I did pretty good in all of them. Rejected from one in less than 24 hours, but that 1 involved a lot of semi negative back & forth with the recruiters for over a month, so I felt the decision was made before I even did the interview.

I was exhausted, but felt like I was detaching from the pain of things and just telling myself get through it. Even in my workouts. My body was tired but it felt like it was moving without my mind. I know it’s only God…I spent less time on social media, I spent less time procrastinating, and I can get through most 12 hour days without needing a nap. I am completely wiped out on my break days (Sundays) and take 4 hour naps then lol but I remember a time during my early months of being laid off where I couldn’t get through the day without a 3 hour nap.

I am about done with the sections of the API YouTube course I want to go over. It is a really good course and it’s at a good level of detail I need. I was familiar with the material, but this was good to solidify understanding of certain concepts. I think I have like one more day left that I’d like to spend on it for prep for my interviews. A lot of things make a lot more sense. I wanted to get past it so that I can focus more on system design and algos, but it was necessary to go over. I’m trying to balance learning quite a bit of topics: system design, APIs, DS&A, OOP, behavioral questions.

For you that have been commenting on my posts encouraging me, especially @mythgrippa-blog & @tenaciousdeveloper, I want to send a particular word of appreciation. Whenever I get a bit discouraged, I remember your comments, so thank you so much.

I even caught a butterfly by its wings! I’ve always wanted to do that, but I don’t think I’ll ever do that again. I won’t forget how surprisingly strong it was wriggling to get free. I quickly released it when I realized I could be hurting it’s wings! I’m sure I did though and the thought makes me sick. I never meant to hurt it. These are sentient beings. There was no need for me to do that. I didn’t realize I would hurt it before I did it. I was on break from an on-site, feeling good, listening to this song, and intrusive thoughts took over.

It flew away fine, but still…I’m sure I damaged the wings just by touching it. I felt a similar guilt when I thought my car would clear and not hit this cat that was laying in the middle of the street. It didn’t and I killed a little collar-less white kitten 😔. This was almost a decade ago. I don’t even own a car anymore but I still think about it & feel guilty.

I took a Cruise autonomous car ride. That was my 3rd time in an autonomous car ride, but 1st one by Cruise. After it, I was inspired. This is the type of things that drew me to tech in the 1st place…

School loans start accruing interest again at the end of this month, and I would like to pay those off. I haven’t looked into deferring my payments because I’m hoping I can pay them off before needing that option. It is humbling to go from having a lot of autonomy with spending to relying on government assistance. Life comes at you fast…I can’t judge anyone. I do, but I shouldn’t and I try not to. I am reminded everyday, with every new experience or challenge, that you truly don’t know what people are facing or what the heck you would do if in a similar scenario. Ideas & history are different from reality.

Pastor at church today said, “You think you have strong faith until something happens that tests it,” and I related hard. I reflect on everything. Sometimes I just sit and stare like, “I’m tired and I’m ready for a different reality.”

My mom comes at the start of September too, and I would like to fully enjoy that with her with my dream job. I will enjoy it regardless though.

I order from DoorDash less, to save money, and also, because there’s not that many options that are healthy, and regardless if the meal is healthy or not, I’ve had it so many times that I’d rather just try to make a replica of my own if I have time. Some things I just can’t replicate, but I do like that I’m empowering myself to have some control over that. I’m often negotiating between saving money and saving time when it comes to this food stuff.

Also, food at this point is one of the only break aways from work that I’m allowing myself to enjoy right now. A LOT of my community has left the city or don’t reach out despite my efforts of trying to maintain the relationship. I don’t want to forge new ones right now, because the emotional and financial investment is… a lot right now. Anytime you want free time outside these days, you end up spending like $50 at minimum! I also feel like I need to find someone to help on Sundays. Sundays are for rest though, and so far, I’ve taken up the whole day washing my hair, going to church, grocery shopping, cooking, eating, napping for 3 or 4 hours, reflecting, and YouTube video watching. I don’t study, I don’t do any chores, and I don’t even like cooking those days. I appreciate my Sundays for what they are for: rest.

A few people close to me asked me again this week if I wanted to keep doing this and I was audibly annoyed. They don’t think I’ve made success in the way I should, but they don’t know much about the industry or how things typically go on this side. They also don’t know my plan. They don’t have to, but it does because it kind of feels they don’t believe in my abilities. I don’t want to be struggling forever, but I don’t think I should give up. I want to do this. I mean, I even get the question a lot in interviews. Like, I transitioned about 3 years ago. Why are you still asking me why I transitioned? You’re wasting time when you could be asking me about my qualifications for this role. I’m sure non-career-transitioners (people with traditional backgrounds) don’t get asked why they chose that field. Does it matter WHY I’ve chosen it if I’ve been gainfully employed in it for years and am applying to keep doing it? It shouldn’t. This question is totally valid outside of interviews. I appreciate answering it then. It just feels invasive when asked in interviews. I could see if I was fresh out of my old career, but I’ve been working as a full time software engineer for more than 3. It almost feels like, “well duh!” at this point when it comes to choosing tech. Look around you. Why not?! EVERY industry damn there has been elevated and can’t survive without tech. It’s really hard to cover your basic needs and a lot people on a 6-figure salary are living paycheck to paycheck given how outrageous rent is. At least tech gives you a fighting chance. Look at me! A tech worker still with debt who’s now had to rely on government assistance…It feels similar to interviewers asking why I majored in something. It doesn’t matter at all when you should be looking at the work I’ve done for money.

It was recommended, and I agreed, that I should stop interviewing with startups and start interviewing with companies I would like to work at, so I’m doing that soon. I feel a bit impatient and when I do, I try to refocus and remind myself that I shouldn’t give up and potentially blow the progress made thus far (another word of encouragement from y’all reading, so thank you!). I just need to keep going, stop feeling rushed, be fearless, be strategic, have confidence, and know that God will give me something great in due time that’s fit for me that exceeds my expectations.

I’m grateful for vision, dexterity, my mental health, my education, having hot water, still being able to afford a gym membership and to never go hungry. To spend on organic groceries. I also still have quite a bit of savings. I didn’t realize but my high yield savings account has been kicking me back about the amount of a week’s worth of meals & groceries every month. Praise God. I also am still able to tithe and be generous to people who need help during this time.

The things that I wanted months and even weeks ago, like purses, shoes, etc. all seem so frivolous now. Thousands on these things? I’ve never spent that much on purses & shoes. I’ve never been that girl, but I HAVE bought a lot of excess before, or bought things, albeit cheap, that I thought I would use one day. I even imagined that once I get a job, I would treat myself on one of those $1k+ purses, just because I’m a 30 and never have bought anything designer. Now, I don’t even care about taking a vacation. I just want to wake up employed. I WILL take a vacation, but I don’t mind just visiting something local. I miss NYC like crazy! I’ve always wanted to visit Atlanta (my 1st visit was at night and was too short, I had to drive back to Nashville in the morning). Those purses and shoes are still NICE but, I don’t HAVE to have them like I once felt…Imma still treat myself, but the treats won’t be as extravagant/often/out of my honest price range.

Fashion blogs seem so DUMB to me now. The THOUSANDS people will pay and still be in debt or not own any assets seems CRAZY now. But it took this to open my eyes. I’ve been unemployed before when I was fresh out of bootcamp, and I went into super frugal mode, and promised myself to maintain those habits. I did a lot, but still made dumb decisions after I got employed again. Freeing myself from want this time around, I hope it sticks.

There were days this week where I woke up wanting to contact a particular dude from my past. Just thirsty and lonely and craving a hug. I kept saying, “I just want a hug.” It’s really just me. Day in & day out. Friends & family only call. Everyone close to me I have to talk to virtually through a screen/over the phone. It gets to me…someone will love me hard and give me the affection I crave one day. I need to rely on God’s love though and remember not to put too much dependence on people, but it’s okay to want a partner. God honors marriage and says a spouse is to supply the other’s needs for affection. Not one way: this is for both partners.

I’m grateful for everything this time has taught me and I don’t know if I would have learned it without this. I shun fear of not getting what I want. I refuse to believe that my efforts will go unrewarded. I chase away the devil that made me believe I was less than. In the meeting with my mentor last week, he said, “I’m going to be candid: the team did NOT like that you were let go. We all felt that you had made so much progress and we actually had a rant session about it.” That almost made me cry, because I felt like the weakest link on the team at that time, but to know that people respected my work and felt like great things were coming for me, confirmed my suspicions too that I KNEW things were looking up. I had finally felt comfortable, and then it felt like my progress was stopped. But I know, and I knew even when I got laid off, even without my next position, it wasn’t a mistake. God tends to shift things when you’re feeling comfortable. He’s trying to elevate me. I will be in a higher position my next role, potentially making more than double what I was. More than what I could have gotten if I stayed. I don’t fear getting let go as much anymore because I know how to do these algos, or, I know where I can go to refresh my understandings of them. I lived in fear before this and couldn’t truly enjoy anything because I knew there was a huge hole in my understanding of things in the interview & my career that I felt I didn’t have the time to learn. Nothing is by mistake and I’m grateful to Him. Amen!

I hope y’all are well too. Be blessed <3