#just a few random throughts

[gobbogoo]

TIL that Peach made all the magic paintings in the castle herself. Also evidently King Bob-Omb was ready to go full nuclear by the end of whatever war he lost in this battlefield.

I wonder what stopped these big fellas in their tracks? The same force that demanded their creation, no-doubt. And are these giants dead, or simply sleeping? Perhaps they yet dream of the fire and brimstone they will someday call fourth...

EDIT: I have been informed that this is not an official poster! It was made by a fellow on Twitter, who goes by Paraspikey. This revelation is kind of mind-boggling to me. The film isn't even out, and here's a fan already creating artwork that more-or-less surpasses official promotional material, all completely for free! That requires a degree of intrinsic motivation I deeply envy...

[mattsmunch]

── 𖦹 ! pretty when you cry - c.s

MEAN!chris sturniolo x CRYBABY!femreader

✎: "take it just— fuck…just like that…your pussy was fucking made f’me"

ᝰ.ᐟ WC: 7k

⚠︎: SMUT!, established relationship, mean!chris x crybaby!reader, alcohol usage, unprotected p in v (no bueno), fingering, oral (f!receiving), PETNAMES ( baby, ma, sweet girl, & big girl is used like twice but not necessarily as a pet name pls spare me😓) +++ so much more.

⟢ REQUESTED?: yes! in this ask.

⟢ AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORYLINE. i DONT allow any copying, "inspiration" or plagiarism. NOT proof read, sorry for any typos :,)

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chris was pissed.

not only had you ditched lunch plans with him to go shopping with nick and madison, but it was now 7:21pm and he was sat in the passenger seat of matts car reading off directions to your current location.

while you started off the day with plans for a simple shopping spree, Nick and Madison quickly turned the trip into a "two girls and a gay" extravaganza. despite your initial reluctance, the combined power of Madison's fluttering eyelashes and Nick's charm convinced you to join in on their mimosafest. by the fourth glass, you were already feeling a bit fuzzy, but then Nick reminded you of his and Madison’s upcoming month-long tour. that was the final nail in the coffin—you knew you wouldn’t survive that long without your bestie trio.

the decision to join in on the club night with Nick and Madison had led you here, four hours and countless drinks later. you had lost track of everything—how many drinks each of you had, or even what they were. all you knew was that the alcohol coursing through your veins was making you want to dance. with a bit of persuasive coaxing, you managed to drag both Nick and Madison out onto the dance floor. you three let your bodies move to the beat of the music, laughing and squealing as random girls joined in on your carefree dance party.

caught up in the laughter and music, you had completely forgotten about notifying Chris of your plans to go clubbing. in fact, you weren’t even sure if you still had your phone, or if it was tucked away somewhere in the uber you used to get here.

feeling regret bubbling up in your gut, knowing that not letting Chris know about your plans to party was a mistake that’d bite you in the ass later but the alcohol coursing through your veins quickly did an excellent job at putting your worries at bay.

as you danced with complete abandon, Chris was positively seething. Matt couldn’t help but glance at his brother every so often, concern etched on his face. Chris was gritting his teeth, his hand gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

Matt tried to keep a light atmosphere in the car, his voice strained as he attempted to crack a few jokes. however, knowing that his brother’s mood and behavior were all directed towards you, made the air in the car thick with tension.

Matt and Chris hopped out of the car and hurried to the front of the line, explaining to the bouncer that they didn't intend to stay in the club but just wanted to pick up Chris's girlfriend, his brother, and their friend. once granted entry, Chris instantly started searching the club for you, weaving through flashing lights, loud music, and drunken people bumping into him, each interaction adding to his growing irritation. he clenched his jaw so tightly, his teeth began to ache.

Chris’s eyes were laser-focused as he walked around, scanning the sea of dancers in the hopes of spotting you. the mixture of frustration, worry, and anxiety only fueled his determination to find you as quickly as possible.

Chris and Matt forcefully pushed throught the crowd, making their way to where you and Madison were dancing. when Madison saw Chris approach, she stopped mid-sentence, quickly giving you a nudge to turn around. upon seeing Chris, your initial look of confusion morphed into a wide grin.

"CHRIS!!!!" you squealed with excitement, intoxicated and oblivious to his angry demeanor. you threw yourself into his arms, your body pressed against his.

Chris’s jaw ticked as he caught you, his arms wrapping around your waist in an almost possessive manner. he felt relieved to have found you, but his anger was still present. he leaned down to speak into your ear so you could hear him over the music.

"come on." Chris muttered, his voice low and firm. he gently but firmly guided you and Madison toward the exit, his grip on your waist keeping you close to his side.

as Chris navigated you and Madison through the club, Matt trailed behind them, struggling to keep a stumbling Nick in tow. Matt firmly grabbed onto Nick's arm, tugging him along with them as they all exited the club.

the cold night air hit you, a sharp contrast to the warm and crowded environment of the club. Chris's grip on your waist didn't loosen as he led you to the waiting car where Matt had managed to steer Nick into the backseat.

Chris opened the back door of the car, his gaze locked onto yours as he helped you into the seat. you stumbled slightly in your intoxicated state, but he steered you into the middle, making room for Madison and Nick to sit on either side.

meanwhile, Matt was wrestling with a giggling Nick in the backseat, struggling to keep him still as he attempted to buckle his seatbelt.

once you were both settled in the middle, Chris shut the door behind you before making his way to the passenger seat in the front. Matt finally managed to secure a giggling Nick in place, and quickly rounded the car to get into the driver's seat himself.

the atmosphere in the car was tense, the silence punctuated only by the occasional burst of laughter from Nick. Chris sat in the passenger seat, his jaw still clenched and his eyes fixed on you through the rearview mirror. Matt started the car, ready to pull out and head home.

with your mind slightly clouded by alcohol, you feel a wave of clingy neediness wash over you. You’re not fully aware of Chris’s anger towards you, and all you want is to be close to him and receive attention. you lean forward, awkwardly wrapping your arms around his arm, snuggling up to him and nuzzling your face against his shoulder, ignoring the way your seatbelt was digging into your torso.

“pssst, Chris,” you whisper loudly into his ear, your breath warm against his skin.

you attempts to get his attention go ignored as Chris stubbornly remains silent. he continues staring straight ahead, ignoring your drunken behavior. you pout in disappointment as Chris continues to give you the cold shoulder, the silence in the car feeling like a dagger. you release your grip on his arm, but your hand continues to rest on his shoulder, drawing small circles.

Chris impatiently shrugs your hand off his shoulder, growing increasingly irritated by your behavior. this causes you to pout further, and you huff in response, leaning back in your seat and sulking.

as a result, you begin babbling to both Nick and Madison, all of you slurring your words due to the copious amounts of alcohol you've consumed.

the three of you talk over each other, laughing loudly and speaking in a mixture of exaggerated tones and drunken mumbles. Chris clenches his jaw tighter in frustration, the noise and your intoxication only worsening his already shitty mood.

Chris's irritation increases with every second that passes, the sound of your drunken laughter grating on the nerves. he glances at you through the rearview mirror every so often, watching as you chatter away to Nick and Madison, seemingly oblivious to his anger.

Matt is focused on the road ahead, occasionally sneaking glances at the three of you through the rearview mirror as he drives the car home. he can sense the tension emanating from Chris and feels the weight of the situation. however, he keeps his focus on getting all five of you back safely without any distractions.

the incessant chattering from the backseat finally pushes Chris over the edge, causing him to snap. he turns around in his seat, his eyes fixed on the three of you in the back.

"bruh can yall shut the fuck up," he snarls, his voice sharp and filled with annoyance. "you’re fuckin annoying me."

silence quickly fills the car as you all snap your mouths shut.

Madison remains calm, slightly surprised by Chris's outburst but choosing not to provoke him further. Nick's sassiness gets the better of him, and he throws a quick retort at Chris, which only serves to irritate him even more.

on the other hand, your sensitivity and intoxication has tears pricking at your eyes in response to Chris's harsh words. you pout and sniffle, hurt by his tone.

as tears stream down your drunken red cheeks, Chris's expression remains stoic, showing no sympathy for you. seeing your emotional reaction only adds fuel to his anger, as he views it as an attempt to manipulate his emotions. his jaw clenches once more, his eyes narrow, and he swiftly turns back around in his seat, staring straight ahead as if refusing to look at you any longer.

still completely ignorant to the anger aimed towards you, radiating off of him, you reach forward and tap Chris’s shoulder, wanting his attention. Chris immediately stiffens at your touch, his jaw muscle twitching with irritation. however, your obliviousness only fuels his frustration. he snaps his head around, his eyes flashing with anger as he glares at you, his voice harsh as he snarls out. "What?"

although you flinch slightly at the sharpness in his tone, you maintain your oblivious demeanor and try to muster up a pouty expression. despite the alcohol clouding your judgment, a small voice inside of you cautions you against pushing his buttons too far, but the liquid courage bubbling in your veins compels you to proceed regardless.

you reach forward and rest your hand on his upper arm, gently tracing your fingers along his bicep as you give him your best puppy dog eyes.

"c’mon, Chris," you murmur, your voice whiny and pleading. "why are you being so mean to me?"

your touch and plea for attention only succeed in infuriating him further. his muscles tense under your fingers, his eyes narrowing as he glares at your drunken, pouting face.

"mean to you? you’re the one who went out and got drunk without letting anyone know," he retorts, his voice laced with irritation. "you could have at least had the decency to send me a goddamn text."

sensing the rising tension between you and Chris, Matt quickly turns up the volume of the music, trying to drown out the conversation happening. the upbeat tune blasts through the speakers, drawing the attention of both Nick and Madison, who begin to bob their heads to the beat.

with the music cranked up, your conversation with Chris becomes less audible to the others, but they can still sense the thick atmosphere in the car. Nick and Madison exchange occasional glances, silently listening in while pretending to focus on the music.

you pout your lips in slight indignation, your alcohol-induced brain still not fully comprehending the situation. you look up at him with watery eyes and say, "well, i just wanted to have a good time with Madi and Nick. you’re so boring, never wanting to go out with us."

for a moment, Chris’s irritation morphs into disbelief, his eyebrows rising slightly at your audacity. He snorts sarcastically before retorting, "boring? you call me boring but then pull a stunt like this. real mature."

your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, struggling to form a coherent response to his comment. you’re too inebriated to realize that your actions tonight are anything but mature. the alcohol has rendered you emotionally vulnerable and childish, and your words start to sound more like a desperate plea rather than a valid argument.

"i just wanted to have fun," you repeat, your voice bordering on a whine. "why are you always so serious? i can take care of myself, y'know."

after your reply, Chris looks at you for a moment, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. He shakes his head, unable to believe the level of immaturity you're displaying.

as the rest of the car ride passes in relative silence, you, Nick, and Madison slowly start to drift off to sleep in the back seat, the alcohol and exhaustion from the night finally taking their toll.

Matt pulls the car into the driveway, the engine purring to a stop. Nick, roused by the car coming to a halt, wakes up with a disoriented groan. he clambers out of the backseat, his movements clumsy and disoriented as the alcohol still affects his motor skills.

Matt quickly gets out of the car and aids Madison in getting out, guiding her toward the house. meanwhile, Chris grudgingly exits the vehicle and assists you, his touch firm but not exactly gentle.

Chris wraps his hand around your upper arm, guiding and steadying you as you stumble out of the car. you’re still half-asleep but conscious enough to recognize his touch. however, even in your exhausted state, you instinctively lean into him, seeking his warmth and comfort, despite the tension between both of you.

Matt guides Madison and Nick to Nick's room as they mutter a slurred "goodnight" before disappearing behind the door. Chris turns his attention to you, his lips pressed into a thin line. he silently leads you into the bedroom, his demeanor remaining stoic and distant.

once inside, he silently helps you undress, carefully removing your clothes in a detached but efficient manner.

as Chris helps you undress, the alcohol in your system loosens your tongue, and you start to babble in a sleepy, slurred voice.

"missed you s’much today." you sigh, pouting slightly, your eyes half-lidded.

however, Chris remains largely unresponsive, his jaw clenched as he focuses on getting you into something comfortable to sleep in. ignored, your pout deepens, and you let out a small whine.

you continue to pout, frustration mounting within you at Chris's lack of response. you look up at him, your bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout. With an air of drunken petulance, you whine again.

"why won't you talk to me? i said i missed you."

once more, Chris continues to act as if he can't hear your whiney plea. he grabs a soft t-shirt from the dresser and gestures for you to lift your arms up so he can slip it over your head.

his expression remains stoic, giving no hint of whether he's actively ignoring you or simply too focused on getting you comfortable for bed.

after helping you into bed and adjusting the covers, Chris stands next to the bed and nods toward you, signaling that he's done. He then mutters, "gonna take a shower."

with that, he turns and walks to the bathroom, disappearing inside and shutting the door behind him.

the alcohol gradually takes effect, and your inhibitions start to slip. as you lie in bed, your mind begins to wander. the physical absence of Chris, combined with your intoxicated state, starts to awaken a more primal part of you.

a feeling of desire and neediness starts to bubble within you. you find yourself craving his touch, his voice, his presence. your thoughts start to turn down a more sultry and suggestive path.

your mind starts to paint vivid images as you think of Chris in the shower. you imagine the water cascading down his muscled body, the steam clinging to his skin, and the towel hanging around his hips.

the thought alone sends a wave of heat through your body, your pulse quickening at the mental image playing out in your mind. your cheeks flush as your imagination runs wild.

the vivid imagery and growing arousal only intensify as your drunken mind continues to wander. your hand slowly trails down your body, fingertips grazing over the swell of your breasts before dipping lower, teasing along the waistband of your panties.

you squirm against the sheets, aching for more contact. a soft moan escapes your lips as you picture Chris stepping out of the shower, droplets of water glistening on his torso. in your mind's eye, he catches you staring and smirks knowingly, letting the towel drop to the floor.

lost in the fantasy, your fingers slip beneath the fabric, seeking relief from the building heat between your thighs. you arch into your own touch, breath coming faster now as you lose yourself to the sensations and forbidden imaginings of your boyfriend.

with trembling fingers, you slide your panties down, exposing your slick folds to the cool air of the room. your breathing grows ragged as you delve two digits inside yourself, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. soft, drunken moans spill from your parted lips, echoing in the quiet of the night.

as you pleasure yourself, the distant sound of the shower stills, replaced by the creak of the bathroom door opening. water droplets from Chris' damp skin sparkle in the dim light as he pads silently towards the bed, his eyes locked onto the intimate scene unfolding before him.

your pulse races at being caught in such a compromising position, but instead of pulling away, you continue to touch yourself shamelessly, lost in the throes of desire.

Chris stands at the foot of the bed, the towel draped low around his hips, barely covering the prominent bulge straining against the fabric. His piercing gaze is fixed intently on the erotic display before him - your slender fingers dancing across your sensitive flesh, coaxing pleasure from your quivering core.

"please, Chris," you whimper, your voice thick with lust, "touch me... i need you..." but he remains motionless, simply observing your desperate pleas with an unreadable expression.

undeterred, you bring your other hand up to join the first, frantically rubbing your swollen clit in tight circles. your back arches off the mattress, a keening moan ripping from your throat as the tension builds. Chris' eyes never leave your face, drinking in every gasp, every shudder, every plea for release.

Chris sinks down beside you on the bed, his movements deliberate and controlled. he reaches out, his palm cool against your inner thigh, gently but firmly parting your legs wider apart. you tremble under his touch, a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursing through you.

without a word, he settles himself between your splayed legs, his face mere inches from your dripping cunt. the intoxicating scent of your arousal fills his nostrils as he leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your most intimate area. your fingers slow their frantic pace, almost ceasing movement altogether as you await his next action, heart pounding in your chest.

as Chris's face hovers tantalizingly close, you instinctively shift your hands, trying to draw him in, to capture his mouth against your aching clit. but he forestalls your advance, his strong grip closing around your hips, halting your movement.

"no, keep going," he commands harshly, his voice low and authoritative. his words send a thrill through you.

obediently, you resume stroking your clit, your fingers moving in time with the rapid beat of your heart. Chris watches intently, his dark eyes burning with an unspoken hunger as he drinks in the sight of you pleasuring yourself under his stern instruction. the contrast between his commanding demeanor and the vulnerability of your act only heightens the intensity of the moment.

despite your best efforts, the pressure builds to a crescendo, your climax hovering just out of reach. Frustrated and needy, you plead with Chris, "please, i need you..."

but he merely scoffs, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he mocks your words from earlier "you can take care of yourself ma."

your frustration mounts as you struggle to reach completion, your small hands inadequate to satisfy the intense ache pulsing through you. tears of desperation prick at the corners of your eyes as you writhe beneath Chris' watchful gaze.

"please…" you whimper, your voice raw with need. "i can't... i need you to make me come."

Chris' smirk only widens at your pitiful pleas, clearly enjoying the power he holds over you. "what's wrong, baby? can't handle taking care of yourself like a big girl?" he taunts, his tone dripping with condescension.

tears stream down your face as you shake your head frantically, too far gone to care about preserving any semblance of pride. the effects of the alcohol in your system slowly dissipating as your body grows hungrier for his touch. "no, please... m’sorry— need you so badly."

Chris' eyes narrow as he takes in your tear-streaked face, your desperate pleas hanging heavy in the air between you. for a long moment, he simply stares, his expression inscrutable. then, without warning, he surges forward, his mouth crashing against your dripping cunt in a brutal kiss.

a strangled cry tears from your throat at the sudden contact, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face. his tongue delves deep, lapping at your essence greedily as he feasts upon you. the stubble of his chin scrapes deliciously against your sensitive flesh, adding a new dimension to the overwhelming sensations consuming you.

your hands fly to his hair, tangling in the damp strands as you hold him in place, afraid he might pull away.

Chris devours you with a ferocity that borders on punishing, his tongue lashing against your sensitive nub with ruthless precision. each flick and swirl sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

your fingers tighten their grip on his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as you grind yourself shamelessly against his face. broken moans and incoherent pleas tumble from your lips, lost in the haze of ecstasy that threatens to consume you whole.

just as you teeter on the brink of oblivion, Chris pulls away abruptly, leaving you bereft and wanting. you whine in protest, your hips jerking upwards in a futile attempt to recapture his touch. he chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your swollen clit.

"not yet, ma,"

Chris continues his relentless assault, his tongue delving deeper into your heated core. every lick, every swirl brings you closer to the precipice, each wave of pleasure building upon the last until you're left gasping and writhing beneath him.

his fingers find your swollen clit, pinning it against his thumb as he begins to circle the sensitive nub mercilessly. a choked sob escapes your lips as the dual assault of his mouth and hand pushes you further than you've ever been before.

your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripple through your core. your cries echo throughout the room as you ride out the aftershocks, completely spent and utterly satisfied.

before you can even catch your breath, Chris is on you again, his mouth descending upon your sensitive flesh once more. the sensation is almost too much to bear, your oversensitive skin crying out in protest even as your body betrays you, craving more.

he laps at your essence hungrily, his tongue delving deep into your fluttering walls as if seeking to claim every last drop. your hands fist in the sheets, your knuckles turning white as you clench the fabric, anchoring yourself against the overwhelming tide of sensation.

Chris' fingers join the fray, two digits plunging into your slick heat as he curls them just right, hitting that sweet spot within you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. your hips buck wildly, meeting his thrusts with abandon as you chase another peak, another shattering release.

lost in a haze of pleasure, you find yourself unable to form coherent words. all that escapes your lips are broken moans and garbled pleas, your mind too focused on the exquisite sensations radiating from your core to string together a proper sentence.

as Chris works you towards another earth-shattering orgasm, your body arches off the bed, your back bowing as you surrender yourself fully to the overwhelming ecstasy. your thighs quiver, your muscles tensing as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

with a final, brutal thrust of his fingers and a hard suckle of your clit, Chris sends you hurtling over the edge once more. your vision whites out, your world narrowing down to the singular point where his mouth meets your cunt as you come undone beneath him, screaming his name like a prayer.

as the last tremors of your orgasm fade, Chris suddenly sits up. before you can voice your disappointment, his palm connects sharply with your sensitive mound, sending a jolt of painful pleasure racing up your spine.

the unexpected sting has you gasping, your eyes flying open wide as you stare up at Chris in shock. He grins wickedly down at you, clearly relishing the effect his actions have had on you. by this point your absolutely positive any trace of alcohol in your system has been completely fucked out.

without warning, he shifts your limp, satiated body effortlessly, maneuvering you onto his lap as he leans back against the headboard. His throbbing cock presses insistently against your thigh through the towel, a reminder of his own pent-up desire.

Chris settles you comfortably in his lap, his strong arms encircling your waist as he holds you close. you can feel the heat of his skin seeping into yours, his heart beating a steady rhythm beneath your cheek. for a moment, you allow yourself to relax into his embrace, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

then, slowly, teasingly, Chris begins to rock his hips, grinding his still-clothed erection against your sensitive folds. the friction sends sparks of pleasure dancing along your nerve endings, reigniting the fire within you despite your exhaustion.

his hands roam your body possessively, mapping every curve and hollow as if committing you to memory. he lifts your shirt up slightly and dips his head, capturing one pert nipple between his teeth and tugging gently, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

"look at you," he mocks, his tone dripping with desire and sarcasm.

Chris chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending vibrations through your chest as he continues to toy with your nipples, alternating between gentle tugs and soft bites.

“acting like such a big girl, blowing me off all day without so much as a text. and now, here you are, practically begging for my attention."

his words should offend you, but instead, they only serve to stoke the flames of your neediness. you squirm in his lap, your hips rolling instinctively against his clothed arousal as you seek relief from the ache building within you.

"you're such a needy little thing, aren't you?" Chris taunts.

your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal at Chris' mocking words. despite the teasing, you can't deny the truth in his statement - you did blow him off today, and now you're practically climbing his body in an attempt to satisfy the gnawing hunger within you.

"i...i forgot..." you start to defend yourself, but the words trail off as Chris' fingers find your sensitive clit, circling the swollen bud with maddening slowness. a whimper escapes your lips, your hips bucking involuntarily into his touch.

"you..you forgot what, ma?" Chris prompts, his voice a low purr as he mocks your stuttering.

"i-i was just hanging out with Nick and Madison," you stammer, trying to focus on the conversation despite the intense stimulation Chris is providing. "we got caught up talking and lost track of time. i didn't mean to ignore you!"

Chris listens patiently, his expression unreadable as he allows you to explain yourself. but then, with a sudden movement, he tugs the towel loose from under him, letting it fall away to reveal his fully erect cock standing proudly at attention.

the sight takes your breath away, and for a moment, you forget all about your excuses, your gaze fixated on the thick length of him. Chris smirks knowingly, his free hand stroking himself lazily as he waits for you to continue.

you lean in, your intention clear as you reach for Chris' impressive erection. but before your fingers can make contact, his hand shoots out, slapping yours away with a firm "nuh uh."

he punctuates the denial with a mocking kiss of his teeth, a frown falls onto your face.

Chris' grip tightens around your wrist, holding your hand captive in his lap as he looks at you with a mixture of amusement and sternness.

Chris releases your wrist only to grasp your chin firmly, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. "listen up, because i’m only going to say this once," he says, his voice low and authoritative. "tonight, you put me in a world of shit, worrying about where you were and if you were okay. whole damn time you were just out there living it up, completely unaware of the stress you caused me."

he pauses, studying your reaction before continuing. "let me make one thing crystal clear: i’m in charge here, ma. when you neglect to check in or consider someone else's feelings, you end up in trouble. and right now? you're in a whole lot of it."

Chris' thumb brushes across your lower lip, his touch both soothing and threatening. "so here's what's going to happen."

Chris leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers his demands. "first, you're going to apologize properly for putting me through hell tonight. then, you're going to show me just how sorry you really are."

with those words, Chris claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to stake its claim. his hands roam your body possessively, squeezing and kneading every inch of exposed skin until you're writhing in his lap, desperate for more.

Chris breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he looks down at you with a mix of lust and control. "apologize," he commands, his voice rough with desire.

you swallow hard, your mind racing to process the intensity of the situation. but with Chris' piercing gaze boring into you, you know there's no room for hesitation. "i’m sorry," you begin, your voice trembling slightly. “m’really, really sorry for worrying you and not checking in. it thoughtless and selfish of me..."

as you continue apologizing, Chris starts to stroke himself again, his movements slow and deliberate. each word from your lips seems to spur him on, his cock twitching in anticipation.

your apologies tumble from your lips, tears begin to stream down your face, guilt overwhelming you. Chris watches impassively, his eyes cold as he listens to your words. suddenly, he cuts you off mid-sentence, feigning sympathy as he pulls you into a brief, patronizing hug.

"oh, poor baby," he coos mockingly. "you feel so bad, don't you sweet girl? gonna make it up me, hm?"

before you can respond, Chris grabs your hips roughly and positions you over his throbbing cock. With no warning whatsoever, he slams you down onto him, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. the sudden intrusion steals the air from your lungs, pain and pleasure mingling in a dizzying rush.

your fingers dig into Chris' shoulders as he buries himself inside you, the sensation overwhelming. "wait!" you gasp, trying to halt his movements. "t—..too much…"

“ ‘too much’ too fucking bad, i don’t care. take it.” he mocks you as his hands grip your hips tightly as he grinds you down onto him. the pain is almost unbearable, but mixed with the pleasure, it feels incredibly good. you try to push back against him, but his hold is unyielding, leaving you trapped beneath his powerful frame.

Chris holds you steady, his pace relentless as he pounds into you with increasing force. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your muffled cries and his guttural groans.

despite your initial protests, your body begins to adapt, craving the intense friction and fullness Chris provides. you arch your back, meeting each thrust with a desperate grind of your own, the pleasure building rapidly within you.

"fuck, look at you," Chris growls, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you take him. "love seeing you get used to my cock, y/n.”

your body betrays you, responding to Chris' dominant thrusts with a growing need for more. the pain has transformed into a sharp, delicious ache, fueling the rising heat between your thighs.

"please..." you whimper, as your hips move instinctively to meet his, seeking that perfect angle for maximum pleasure. tears still streak your face, but they're tinged with a strange, exhilarating mix of shame and arousal.

"that’s it, baby," he encourages, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "take it just— fuck…just like that…your pussy was fucking made f’me”

chris continues to pound into you mercilessly, his rhythm unrelenting. each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, the pressure building relentlessly within you.

your walls clench around him involuntarily, your body betraying your resistance. despite your earlier pleas, you find yourself pushing back against him eagerly now, desperate for release.

"fuck yeah," Chris groans in approval, feeling your tight walls quiver and spasm around his cock. "fucking love seeing you squirm on my dick.”

Chris' grip on your hips tightens to the point of pain as he increases his tempo, each thrust driving deeper and harder than before. his breath comes in harsh pants, his face twisted in a mask of raw, animalistic lust.

"you wanted this, didn't you?" he snarls, his voice dripping with cruel mockery. "wanted me to fuck you senseless, make you cum all over my cock?"

his words cut through the haze of pleasure, striking a nerve even as your body continues to respond eagerly to his brutal assault. a part of you recoils at the degrading language, but another part, darker and more primal, craves the domination, the complete loss of control.

Chris leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "this is what happens when you forget your place, ma. when you think you can run wild and free, without considering the consequences."

he punctuates his words with a particularly vicious thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours. the movement sends shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your core, drawing a choked moan from your throat.

"that's right, let me hear you," Chris taunts, his voice a sinful purr. "moan for me, baby. let everyone know who owns this pussy."

Chris doesn't bother to quiet his increasingly loud grunts and groans, fully aware that anyone nearby could likely hear the lewd sounds of his dominance.

"fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he growls, his hips snapping against yours with ruthless precision. "gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else, make sure you never forget who you belong to."

the sheer audacity of his declaration, coupled with the brutal intensity of his thrusts, leaves you breathless and utterly at his mercy. even with the humiliation of being so thoroughly claimed, you can't deny the intoxicating thrill that courses through you, the knowledge that you've been marked, owned, in the most primal way possible.

your voice barely audible over the obscene slap of flesh against flesh. "please, Chris...i can't...it's too much..."

but even as the words leave your lips, your body continues to respond to his relentless pounding, your inner walls fluttering and clenching around his invading length. the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure swirl together, threatening to consume you entirely.

Chris seems to relish your struggles, his pace never faltering as he drives home his point, his dominance over you absolute. "too much?" he scoffs, his breath hot against your neck. "you wanted this, ma. now you're gonna take it."

without warning, Chris yanks you off his cock and spins you around, forcing you to drop to your hands and knees on the bed. he yanks your hips back, your ass raised high and inviting.

"fucking perfect," he murmurs, running a hand over the curve of your rear possessively. then, with a swift, brutal thrust, he sheathes himself back inside you, stretching you open once more.

Chris sets a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against your ass as he takes you from behind. the new angle allows him to hit even deeper, the head of his cock battering relentlessly at your cervix with each powerful stroke.

"look at that ass bounce," he pants, his grip on your hips tightening. "so beautiful, taking my cock like a good little slut."

Chris brings his palm down hard on the rounded globe of your ass, the crack of the impact ringing out in the room. a bright red handprint blooms instantly on your tender flesh, marking you as his property.

the sudden sting sends a jolt straight to your core, triggering an intense orgasm that crashes through you without warning. your vision whites out, your entire body shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy consumes you.

but Chris shows no mercy, continuing to pound into you even as you convulse around him, milking his cock with rhythmic spasms. the added stimulation only seems to spur him on, his strokes becoming faster, harder, more frenzied.

"that’s it, cum on my cock like a good little whore," he growls, one hand fisting in your hair as he yanks your head back. "fucking take it."

as the aftershocks of your third orgasm subside, you collapse further into the bed, your mind reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. Chris continues to rut into you with abandon, his movements erratic and driven by his own impending release.

"ahh, f-fuck...so g-good," you stutter, your words tumbling out in a breathless, incoherent stream. "c-can't...can't believe how much...oh god, Chris!"

your body, still sensitive from the brutal fucking, responds to every twitch and throb of his cock inside you. the sensation is almost too much to bear, your nerves stretched taut and singing with pleasure.

Chris grunts, his pace faltering as he nears his peak. "gonna...fuck, gonna fill this pussy up," he gasps, his fingers digging into your hips.

with a final, guttural groan, Chris pulls out of you abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. he flips you over onto your back, looming above you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"not done with you yet, ma," he says, his voice low and menacing.

before you can react, he's crawling up your body, his mouth finding yours in a searing kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, claiming you thoroughly as his hands roam over your breasts and stomach.

when he finally breaks the kiss, you're left panting and dazed, your body thrumming with need. Chris smirks down at you, clearly enjoying the power he holds over you.

Chris grips your thighs, spreading them wide as he positions himself between them. his eyes lock onto yours, dark with lust and possession.

"wanna see your pretty face," he growls, his voice thick with desire.

with that, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. you cry out at the sudden intrusion, your body tensing around him.

Chris starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. each stroke is deep and purposeful, designed to stretch and claim you completely.

as he picks up speed, his gaze remains fixed on your face, drinking in every expression of pleasure and submission. the intensity of his stare only heightens your arousal, making you feel exposed and vulnerable beneath him.

Chris' thrusts become more urgent, his breathing growing ragged as he chases his release. his hands slide under your thighs, lifting and spreading your legs wider, opening you up completely to his possession.

"you’re mine, y/n," he pants, his voice strained with exertion. "this pussy belongs to me, understand? no one else gets to touch you like this."

his words, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, push you closer to the edge once more. your body trembles beneath him, teetering on the brink of another shattering climax.

"beg for it," Chris demands, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. "beg me to fill you up, i know you want it."

"p-please, Chris!" you whimper, your voice breaking on a sob. "n-need…need your cum…”

your desperate plea seems to unleash something primal within him. Chris lets out a feral growl, his thrusts becoming savage and unrelenting as he drives towards his climax.

"yes, fuck yes," he snarls, his eyes blazing with raw hunger. "take it all, ma. i know you can do it"

with a final, brutal plunge, Chris buries himself to the hilt inside you. his cock throbs and pulses as he erupts, flooding your depths with his scorching hot release. wave after wave of his essence pumps into you, marking you irrevocably as his.

as Chris' orgasm subsides, he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. you can feel his heart thundering against your chest, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he tries to catch his breath.

after a long moment, he lifts his head, looking down at you with a mix of satisfaction and possession. "i love you," his voice is soft with a low rumble.

he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms as he settles back against the pillows. despite the exhaustion that threatens to claim you, you find yourself curling into his side, seeking the warmth and security of his embrace.

Chris runs his fingers through your hair, gently brushing the sweat-dampened strands away from your face. there’s a hint of tenderness in his touch, a stark contrast to the rough passion of moments before.

"we’re going to talk about this in the morning kid," he says softly, his tone firm but not unkind. "about you blowing me off, gotta to set some things straight, ma."

despite the gravity of his words, there's no real anger in his voice. instead, there's a sense of determination, a quiet insistence that he won't let this happen again.

for now, though, he simply holds you close, allowing you both to bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. tomorrow will bring its own challenges, but for tonight, you're content to lose yourself in the comfort of his embrace.

you nod sleepily, already feeling the heaviness of exhaustion pulling you under. Chris tucks you in tighter, his arm a solid barrier across your waist.

" get some rest," he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "sweet dreams my sweet girl"

as his warm breath washes over your skin, you let out a contented sigh, your eyelids drifting shut. the steady beat of Chris' heart and the gentle rise and fall of his chest lull you into a deep, dreamless sleep, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon.

AUTHORS NOTE: whoever this cutesy lil anon is, i apologize i literally thought i posted this last night LOLL. i hope this fits ur stands, if not lmk and i’ll write another immediately :,))

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When mediocrity meets the supremacy - veritas ratio

Where the Doctor narrows his eyes at the trailblazer for stealing his partner's attention.. ~700 words, SFW (not necessarily connected, but read part 1!

AU where reader followed the trailblaze before quitting to pursue further studies in various fields of science with Dr. Ratio himself in the Intelligensia Guild. (Might not be entirely lore accurate, trailblazer doesnt go to Belobog)

Your mind brings you back to the soft swishes of water during your bath with you beloved. it had been almost 5 system hours since the last few drops of bathwater went down the drain, small petals being the only thing that signified your intimate rendezvous with the Doctor himself.

You shake your head, forcing yourself to pull away from the sweet, dream-esque scene. You find yourself struggling to focus on the task at hand, the smug face of Vertitas Ratio plastering itself all over the wals of your mind like the "WANTED" posters all over belobog's brick walls you saw during the journey to Jarilo VI with your old friends.

Speaking of the trailblazers, you had planned a small gathering with the Astral Express members in the evening, since they were visiting. You had yearned to see the faces of Marth 7th, Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt, even Pom Pom. You've heard from March that there had been a new member of the Astral Express, going by Caelus. Judging from March's bombarding texts of photos and videos, he seemed to have a quite....eccentric personality, but bore a kind expression nonetheless.

You'd adequately dressed yourself up after returning to you and Dr. Ratio's humble home, opting to switch to a fancier outfit. It was a speical occasion, after all. You loosely linked your arm around Veritas' very reluctant arm, walknig towards the round table where the members were sat.

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Himeko addressed your name, and drifted her eyes to the grey-haired trailblazer to the opposite of you. Dr. Ratio narrowed his eyes, you slightly nudged him to get rid of that old habit, hard enough to get a small grunt out of him.

"Say, Trailblazer. How has the Astral Express been treating you?" You asked, watching as the gears slowly spun into action in his head, almost as if someone was controlling him through a game screen.(teehee)

"Well..I've been through lots of unforgettable journeys with the Astral Express, and they've shown me much care in a...familial way."

You nod your head, satisfied at the answer before you. You reminisce about your days spent on the Express. Whether it be happy or hurtful, significant but sad. A clink of the wine glass drew everyone at the old-fashioned western-styled restaurant's attention.

"Come on! Won't a handsome man just come up and sing along to this song with me?!"

The woman dragged Caelus' arm towards the center stage, handing him a hat. He gracefully donned it on his head as you watched in admiration. Since Caelus was younger than you, you had an almost...motherly love to him. But Veritas didn't seem to take it that way.

You clapped along to the rhythm of a song sang by the singing duo - composed of a random woman, and the newest member of the Astral Express. The soda bottles hopped in joy as the trailblazer returns to his seat. Ah, a livehouse, I see.

Throught the scene, Ratio's eyes trailed alongside your movements; every captivating smile, every clap sent to the trailblazer, every whoop or cheer sent to him, every---

Graphs and charts were buzzing about in his mind. His analytical brain was working at full speed. "What made him to be so charming when it was me that needed to be appealing?!" No amount of data or statistics could account for how much love he had for you in his heart, yet he couldn''t show it, and you were about to be taken away by--

"Veritas? Are you alright?" He had awoken to your soft touches on his face. He'd abruptly sat up on the bed that he once laid on. Pause. An epiphany occured in his mind, "You...the party...!" He tried to compose himself, yet his drunk-dazed (teehee) mind wouldn't cooperate. "The party went greatly, dear! Half the time, you were zoned out, just staring at some random poster about Robin and Sunday!"

Veritas' eyes widened. "I didn't say anything....preposterous, did I?"

"Well...only something about wanting me to be your super private secretary, and only yours-" "Ridiculous! Utterly absurd!"

Putting on his alabaster head, facing away from you. Looks like the Doctor won't be able to admit to his jealousy...

[tinydefector]

I BRING YOU RANDOM INFORMATION ABOUT LACTATION YOU DID NOT ASK FOR BUT I OFFER ANYWAY BECAUSE MARINE CENTRE AU INVOLVES ✨️the pregante ✨️ (misspelled on purpose)

So, one of the big things is that the baby doesn't just have their mouth on the nipple, but part of the boob as well. That, and if breastfeeding hurts, then something is wrong with either the position or something else. Along with this, colostrum is milk. Don't listen to anyone who says it isn't milk, they're lying.

Another thing is breast pumps! Some flange sizes for them are really hard to come by, especially smaller sizes. Those likely need to be specially ordered.

Also! Nipple shields exist and come in different shapes because, just like the boobs they're part of, nipples have different shapes as well.

Why do I have this information? My mother is a lactation consultant! She inflicts this information on me on a regular basis and has crochet boobs! I'm simply spreading her tiddy expertise to those who might need it for either writing purposes or real life purposes.

Hehehehehe, I love this. Fun fact along that line because I work with horses who just had foals, foals if they do not suckle within a few hours they will die due to not getting the Colostrum and antibodies they need. We had to actually hold my little girl up to suckle. But she's now over a month old and a very strong and playful foal.

(May have been planning on using this in this fic when you sent me this)

also all I can think is when mc has the pups it's just them looking stunned at these two little babies and then to Quin. "Bayley what am I supposed to do, this isn't a human back I can't just breast feed them can I?, wait I have to don't I or they won't get the Colostrum they need, fuck what am I mean to do??"

Dale: they have sharp little teeth I wouldn't want that at all.

Mc: actually they have retractable teeth.

The team: since when?!?!?.

Mc remembering finding out after getting eaten out by Bluestreak: uhhhhh

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Mc sitting on the beach nursery two very small pups as Bumblebee sits beside them excitedly cooing and wanting to hold one of the babies.

Mc: be gentle Bee they are still very small.

Bumblebee: 'I will guard them with my life they are my little bitties.'

Pups with very grabbing hands wanting to cuddle with Bee, turns into little pile of pups and yearling.

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Mc having waterlogged skin from having to sit in a pool for hours on end with the pups while both nursing and making sure they eat the tiny little fish they are feed.

Oceanides all watching throught the glass/ fence becuase they aren't allowed in, due to Quin fearing they might try and mate with MC again.

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Quin: congratulations your the first human to ever give birth to oceanides, that has been studied, and both pups are healthy and with no issues. On the other hand the oceanides didn't have any other pups this year.

Mc: your telling me I'm the only one who had pups, and I'm not even one of them!!.

Quin: Yes, turns out apparently the human body seems to cope better with pups than theirs do, on that note, Magic (mirage) may or may not have kidnapped a man who he thinks he can have a pup with"

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[beansboop]

after the tour - julien baker x reader

okay, so this is my first time writing for Julien. its just something small and was just an idea ive had in my head for a couple days. I know only a few people who write for Julien (i love their work) so I thought maybe I could start writing for her and even the other members of boygenius too! but anyways I hope this is good and I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it :)

summary - Julien has been on tour for a while now and all she wants to do is be with the person she loves most. you.

rating - none

warnings - literally just fluff. she/her pronouns. reader is younger (in college) not proofread.

word count - 800

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It was still dark out when you first woke up. Some birds were chirping and you could hear the soft snores from the person lying next to you. 

Julien. Your little body heater. 

She was laying on her stomach with her arm thrown around you. Her face tucked in the back on your neck, her breath tickling you every time she exhaled. 

You shuffled around until you were facing her. Admiring her relaxed face. She had just finished the tour with the boys and has been exhausted ever since she got home. All she wanted to do was crawl into your arms and go to sleep.

Which is exactly what she did last night. 

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The boys had just finished the last song of the night and the last show of the tour. You were backstage waiting for Julien, and the rest of them. Mostly Julien though. You weren’t able to go to every show sadly, you were in college and had to keep things going with yours and julien’s shared home. You guys facetimed and texted throught the day. You did go to some shows and were able to support them front row or back stage. But Julien felt bad cause she was always so tired after shows all she wanted to do was go to sleep. So she didn’t get to talk to you much or spend much time with you. But you understood completely. You loved Julien and your just happy to be together wherever it is and whatever you guys are doing. 

Julien, Phoebe, and Lucy all came running back and collided into you with the biggest hug. 

“you guys were absolutely incredible out there” you said before you quite literally ran out of breath from the bear hug. 

They all laughed, phoebe and lucy went to go to their rooms to grab their stuff to bring to the tour bus leaving you and Julien alone.  Julien just kept looking at you smiling. 

“what are you looking at?” you smirked. 

Julien laughed “im just looking at you.. ive missed you so much” she says wrapping her arms around your waist and kissing your forehead. 

“me too,” you said sadly.  “but were together now and we’ll be home soon and we can do whatever you want” you said, kissing the tip of her nose then her mouth. 

“oh.. whatever I want huh” Julien smirked and raised her eyebrows. You chuckled and lightly smacked her cheek. 

You rolled your eyes “ugh come on” you grabbed her arm and started dragging her towards her room to get her things. 

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For some reason you were wide awake and just thinking about random stuff. You were so in your head you didn’t even realise Julien had woken up. 

“whatcha thinkin’ about baby?” she asked tiredly.

“just life. You, and me” 

She smiled at that. “good thoughts I hope?” 

“Yes, of course” you said, cupping her face with your hand and brushing hair out of her face.

Her eyes starting to close again. 

You didn’t say anything for a couple minutes so she thought you had fallen back asleep. She pulled you closer to her so your face was in the crook of her neck. You both keeping eachother warm from the cool air. 

“are you awake?” Julien asked softly. 

You hummed

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds trying to think of a way to get this all out. “I know because of the tour I haven’t been able to talk to you much or be with you and im sorry. Ive been so stressed and tired lately I know I haven’t been making time to really be with you and when I am with you im just annoying cause im having to practice or talking with the band and im not giving you my full attention” she started rambling. 

Now you were really awake. 

“Julien” is all you said. 

“you don’t have to explain yourself. I get it. Your stressed, anyone would be. eThis was one of your biggest tours and im so, so proud of you.” You exclaimed. 

She started tearing up at your words. She really felt like she was such a bad girlfriend. But of course you would understand, that’s why she loved you so much. 

“Im just so-“  you cut her off with your lips.

“stop saying sorry. You don’t have any reason to be sorry. Im not mad, I never was,  In the slightest.” You kissed her again. This time slowly to make sure she really gets that your not upset. 

You could never be upset at her. 

Especially over something like this. 

You rested your foreheads against each other and just laid with each other. 

“I love you so much y/n. I mean it. You are it for me” Julien said. 

She kissed you gently. “I love you Julien. Your it for me too.” 

[plantoyoon]

New experiences. part 3

This is more related to part. 1 - first section (maybe at some point I'll arrange it differently)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Synopsis: You need someone to help you with your needs

Genre/Tags: First time meeting, Friends with benefits, maybe soul bound

Sexting, Smut, 18+

You open the conversation once again after the flood of thoughts.

“I thought about you, I touched myself thinking about you last week. Thought about writing, but I knew you wouldn’t want to hear from me… so I didn’t. “

“So my assumption that you thought about me was right. I typed another text last week, but didn’t have the courage to send it.”

”Seems we both think about each other at the same time.” said Yoongi.

”Maybe even pleasuring at the same time.” super bold of you to say this. But you can't stop yourself, coming to the realisation that Yoongi thought about you, makes your body tense and hot. Soft shivers running in random parts of your body. It seems he still has that effect on you, turning you on with just a few words that bring the anticipation of something more.

He changes the subject and asks how have you been, but you're still not ready to get over the old sensation that were rewired into your body. And you type`Seems like you still have the same effect on me, making me feel frisky just like that. ``

``I can say the same for you. Wasn't expecting that honestly after all this time.`` answers Yoongi.

Now you feel ready to answer his more normal question: ''I've been focused on work, insanely focused on it. How have you been?''

He answers on an equivalent note: I've been quite imersed in my work also, but this is my life. Same old things.'' He sends you a picture with his workplace and you fet the feeling you're invading so you think about leaving the conversation. ''Alright, cool. I'll let you do your own thing.''

''I don't think you understand what you did to me, I'm hard now. I was expecting this too happen because all the pleasure that now runs through my mind.'' and with his words he just puts your body on fire. You think how wild your body reacts to these words, you'd have definitely cringed on another chat with another guy, but with Yoongi feels different.

You see him typing and typing but not sending so you decide to inquire: so... you want to say something?

'I'm just thinking and remembering you. I don't think it's appropriate to say this, but I have just sex and work on my mind.'' Of course he does, but it doesn't seem to bother you, you already know no good things would come out of this. But sex with Yoongi it's definitely worth it.''

You type ''It is. I want you!''

''Naughty little girl. Have to show me how naughty you are.'' he gets bold with his texts too, bolder than you remember.

''Allow me to.'' you play into his story.

''Yes, naughty and dirty. Just the way we like it.''

and you wonder once again, how comes he makes you feel like this with his crass words, with his dirty talk, with his bold way of assuming that both of you like it the same why. The most devastatingly part is that he is right, it is just the way you like it. You two are perfect for each other, same issues, same solvings, same desires, same resolving. His hands perfectly fitting on your body and his words flowing throught your mind rivers like they're at home.

''I want you riding my face, Y/N.''

''Just the way we like it.'' you repeat. ''Please me as long as you want. I want to hear your moans against my cunt.''

''I want you to cream in my mouth like a good girl, Y/N.'' This man will bring you death, will make you insane for sure, but the desire you have of him is impossible to let you think straight.

''A good girl you say?''

''You are my good girl, you're so perfect while I spank your ass and fuck it.''

''Yes, please. I'll be so good, spoil me.''

''How good you say you going to be?''

''The best girl, perfect behaviour.''

''Y/N, of course if you promite to be good, I'll treat you right. You know me and how I like to take care of you.''

Your mind is hazy now, dizzy with lust and lost once again in his way of getting under your skin.

''If I wasn't in Japan, I would have invited you to my place. But now we have to boil on the small fire untill i return.''

''Not the right timing again. We don't know how to cook.'' you joke, forgetting he is quite good at cooking actually. '' We're getting to far.'' you continue.

''Of course, we always go far with everything. Lets meet when I get back, I would like too. Only if you want, Y/N.'' Yoongi replies with a hug and kiss emoji at the end.

You want to meet him, you know that if he would say let's meet now. You would find a way. He has that insane effect on you. At the same time you feel your choiches might be reckles. You think too yourself how much you cried last time you stopped talking because he wasn't ready for the relationship.

Will you be able to go through this again?! So you type a bit arrogantly: ''Maybe I want to, but don't get too ahead of yourself!''

[coolbeansawrestlingblog]

Real Love Will Prevail

A/N: Hello, so I wrote this years ago when I was still in high school but I'm wanting to get back into writing on here so before I start taking request I just want to go back and edit some of my old stuff and bring it back on here since I totally overhauled and deleted my orignal blog. This was one of if not the first one I wrote so I've got a soft spot for it, hence why I'm bringing it back.

Request: Finn Balor/Reader where the Reader is Stephanie and HHH's daughter and they're trying to force a relationship between the Reader and Rollins

No warnings, just a little bit of bad language and I tried to make it a bit fluffy at the end. Set roughly 2014/2015

Masterlist

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Y/N's POV

"Okay sweetheart, we have the perfect plan for yours and Seth's date tonight." My dad told me on the way to Monday Night Raw.

"Which is...?" I asked responded.

"Once Raw is over, a limo will pick you both up from the arena and will take you to the most extravagant restaurant in the city then afterwards you lovebirds can do whatever you want." My mum told me with excitement in her voice, however, despite that, I felt sick to my stomach when she called Seth and I lovebirds.

The problem is I don't love Seth, I mean he is apart of the authority therefore we have made a friendship but that's all. In reality, I am in a relationship with Finn Balor. It hasn't be for long, just over a few months and it has been the happiest few months of my life. He treats me so well and seems to care for me, very deeply, just as much as I care for him. But as evident, my parents have no idea about our relationship and are trying to force a relationship with me and Seth.

"Okay mum," I sighed as the car pulled into the arena.

Once I got myself sorted in my very own locker room (being the daughter of the authority does have some benefits you know), I was on my way to hair and make up for tonight's show until I heard my name being called.

"Y/N, are you busy or are you simply walking away from me?" I automatically knew that beautiful Irish accent. I smiled to myself and turned around to be face to face my handsome, funny and loving boyfriend.

"Now why would I run away from you, but what are you doing here , not that I'm complaining but shouldn't you be in Orlando?"

"Some NXT talent were invited to come along to Raw and get to see the inner workings and get to know people in the main roster and backstage." Finn said with a smile, god I love his smile, its just so lovely. He wrapped his arm around me and gave a hug and kissed my cheek. "Does your parents know about us yet?" That question crushed my soul, I'm too scared to tell my parents. I can't predict what their reaction would be.

"No," I broke our hug as I spoke softly, "They set up a date for me and Seth tonight, they really want us to be an item." I looked down at the ground, I couldn't bare to see the look on Finn's face. He put his hands on my face to make look into his eyes.

"Look Y/N, I know you are scared about telling your parents about us but you have to tell them before its too late." I knew he was right but I just didn't know what to say. I gave him a weak smile.

"I know, I just have no idea how tell them, I don't want your career and dreams to be ruined just because my parents do not approve of us.

He gave a light chuckle. "Don't worry about me, I am sure it won't be that bad, on the plus side your dad alreadu knows me throught NXT, it's not as if I am a random stranger," He gave me a smile again. I smiled back before reaching up and placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"I suppose, I'll let them know about us," I said after I kissed him. He kissed me again which makes me still feel butterflies.

Seth's POV

Why the hell is Y/N kissing Finn. She is supposed to be dating me, we have our first date tonight. Never knew she was a slut. Does Hunter and Stephanie know about this shit? I have tell them anyway. She's mine. I want her. No else can have her.

"What the fuck is wrong with Y/N ?" I yelled as I stormed into Hunter and Stephanie's office.

"Don't you ever speak about my daughter that way," I could see the anger rising in Hunter's body.

"Hunter, calm down, Seth what happened?" Stephanie was more relaxed but not pleased either.

I took a deep breath, "I saw Y/N kissing that Finn Balor guy from NXT backstage, I thought she was suppose to be dating me." Hunter and Stephanie looked shocked, I guess they didn't know after all.

"We will get to the bottom of this, don't get involved." Stephanie told me.

Y/N's POV

On my way to my parents' office, I got a text from my mum telling me that we need to talk. When I got to the door I knocked then entered the office. I saw that my mum's stern face but my dad being more calm and relaxed. I also saw Finn sitting down, looking down at the ground. Oh shit.

"How did you find out?" My voice being barely audible.

"Seth saw you two kissing each other backstage, may I just say I am very disappointed in you Y/N, we handed you a stable relationship but you wanted someone else, what does he have that Seth doesn't, I expected more from you Y/N and you-"

"Steph, I think that's enough," my dad cut my mum off before she could say anything to Finn, "Look I know you wanted Seth and Y/N to be a couple but she isn't interested and we both know what Seth can be like with women, I know Finn from NXT and he is a great guy, I think we should give him a chance."

"I suppose its only fair," my mum sighed before turning to Finn, "Take care of her or I will make your life a living hell." I can see my dad rolling his eyes at her comment.

Finn, who hasn't said a word this whole time, finally speaks, "I will take the best of care, don't worry I love her." I was blushing at the end.

"Now get out of my office, we have a show to run," my mum said light heartedly.

"That was nerve racking, I understand why you were too nervous to tell them." Finn said once we left the room.

"I know, they can be very scary at times but I'm glad they know. I don't have to hide you anymore." He gave ne a light smile.

"I meant what I said in the Y/N, I do love you, I love you very much." I thought my heart was going to explode.

"I love you too Finn." He smiled then bent down to kiss me. I kissed back, still feeling those butterflies, I want to spend the rest of my life with him, hopefully he will stay with me forever.

[sorrinslays]

My Craig's gang headcanons

Craig is a mama's boy, sorry, I don't make the rules

Clyde definitely has broken at least onε 3DS in the dumbest way possible, like crying and the tears messing up with the machine or by bragging that his 3DS is indestructible, ending with Cartman sitting on it and crushing it in the process

Tolkien's favourite movie is lion king, don't ask, I have no idea why I thought of that

Jimmy reads those "how to be professionally funny" books religiously

Tweek tried a monster once and nearly had a heart attack from stress because he mentally convinced himself it's stronger than the coffee he normally drinks and his body is going to explode from all the caffeine intake

Craig and Clyde have secret hang outs that they (Clyde) named "best bros date" where they talk about their favourite things (space, dinosaurs, race cars etc.) and watch their favourite cartoons

Tolkien for Jimmy's birthday bought him a microphone so that Jimmy can have improv comedy sessions whenever and wherever he pleases

Tweek had to go throught 'trials' to join Craig's gang. Nothing serious, just normal fourth grader stuff, like having him climb the monkey bars in under fifteen seconds or something like that. Needless to say, the poor boy almost had a panic attack and jugged a whole ass pot of coffee and climbed the bars in one millisecond

Craig and Tolkien go to the bookstore once a month and get a book. It's their way of motivating one another to read more

Clyde and Jimmy once (in their late teens) got super wasted and made a youtube video where they told really bad jokes. It blew up and they woke up to a bunch of analyses video talking about how they are the next big step in making comedy better. They remember nothing and only learned what happened through Craig who found it very entertaining

Tweek accidently ate a small rock once and was freaked out for a week straight thinking he's going to die. The fourth grade ended up playing 'funeral' with everyone having different roles. Tweek was the dead guy

Whenever Craig and Jimmy are left alone unsupervised they go to Craig's basement and make videos in which they just talk for hours about the people they hate and they managed to gather a small cult following by just hating on people

Tolkien and Clyde once crashed a car

Tweek wanted to continue boxing after his and Craig's fight but was scared and nervous to enter a club alone. At some point once he becomes part of Craig's gang, he tells that to the guys and, in order to encourage him to join, all of them (-Jimmy because he's in the comedy club) join. Craig and Tolkien go for kickboxing and Clyde and Tweek go boxing

Craig is the kind of person who knows a lot of random stuff and skills that he never mentions unless it's brought up. He's like that one guy on Tik Tok who knows the bird language, the OwO language, the cat language ect. His friends never know and anytime he's like "oh yeah, I know how to speak Latin, don't worry I can talk to this demon to leave us alone," the guys are like "HUH"

Clyde has the entire Dinosaur wiki memorized

When Tolkien first joined the group he spend days researching everything he could find about the others' interests out of fear he won't be able to participate in conversations or something. After a few one on one conversations Clyde and Jimmy figured it out pretty early own because it was pretty obvious, but Craig never did and still thinks Tolkien is genuinely interested in space and Tolkien doesn't want to break the illusion so he keeps researching and talking about stars and planets and everything else for hours with Craig

Jimmy knows Portuguese, I don't know why or how but it seems like something he would do

Tweek and Clyde weren't on the best terms at first because Clyde was kinda spooked of Tweek's tics since he didn't understand them, but overtime he learned that Tweek is a pretty cool dude

Craig loves to cook and clean, it's relaxing to him because he can just go through the notions and end up being productive. His friends have tasted his cooking multiple times and love it.

The whole gang has at some point worked in both Tweak.Bros and mr Donavan's shoe store

Tolkien's place is where they usually have their sleepovers. If for whatever reason they can't go to Tolkien's, then it's Craig's basement cause his parents are pretty chill and nice. They almost never go to Tweek's because his parents freak out the gang

Jimmy once wrote his final exam high on mushrooms and got a perfect score

Tweek never got a driving license because he's too scared of cars

[beanghostprincess]

Look, I love Luffy as much as the next guy and he is my most specialest boy ever, I love him to death but if there is one thing about him that I had to point out is that...

He only bathes once a week, rigth? So that means that guy's hair is just... not to be offensive but to put in the nicest way I can possibly show its probably the most uncombed, unkept, unfed,  undernourished looking mass of strings that's as dry as a desert in july and if I were to put a hand throught it I would feel that its pretty much the same consistence as the straw his hat is made of, if not worse. Or its covered in enough grease and body liquids we don't even know about that you could harvest it from his head and use it to lubricate an entire wasteland. And this is me being nice.

Its all the results of the possibly the worst higene in the east blue and doing the most random ass things that get you covered in dirt and debris every day, people don't talk enough about how much sand and seawater can damage your hair and he lives in it. Like at least Zoro, who also bathes once a week if not less, has very short hair so the damage isn't as noticeable and its already cut and regrown in a few weeks.

I bet Sanji cries when he sees it, like genuine feeling of sadness, pity and grief because he takes great care of his own and meanwhile Luffy is just tumbling in the salted sea water, letting the sun dry him afterwards and calling it a day. If Sanji ever tried to fix it he would need at least 20 bottles of 12 different products, work on it for 4 hours for a mediocre result and it doesn't matter cause Luffy is gonna fuck it up in the following millisecond by bathing in corrosive liquids for fun or something.

And the worst part is that he doesn't care about the absolute dumptruck on his head, but honestely I'll just let him be, he has worse things to worry about. And maybe his terrible hygene is actually the source of his strenght.

I'm always saying I'd be friends with Luffy but I am a liar. I wouldn't be able to be near him. I'd die. I love my boy but it's so gross I would go Sanji mode and start crying. I think Nami and Sanji just,, Beg him to let them fix his hair. It has to be so,,, Greasy. Ughhh. I don't like thinking about it and now I want to take a shower suddenly.

[jr-acrux101]

Rebirth - Ch.4 :

Greek Gods/Goddess

Word Count : 2.5

Summary: A little dispute might be over, possibly.

No beta read.

Two days had passed with Aurora riding with Bella, Aurora semi ignoring Jasper's presences, and apparently Edward Cullen M.I.A. which was deiving Bella crazy. 

As the two pulled up to school on Thrusday, Bella was begging Aurora to ask Jasper about Edward. "Please, please, Aurora. Just this tiny favor for a friend?" She put her hands together, begging. Aurora rolled her eyes, dramatic.

"I'm still barely talking to him, Bella. It would be weird to suddenly bring up his brother." 

"What about Alice? She's your friend right and his sister?"

"I guess. Ugh, okay, I'll try to slip into a conversation with either during classes." 

"Thank you, I could kiss you."

Aurora side-eyed her, "Yeah, maybe don't say that since our parents probably going out with each other tonight."

The two got out of the car, "You really think so?" 

"My mom working late the same day your dad is? Plus, we saw them out in the driveway. There was definitely chemistry and talking."

Bella nodded, "Hopefully it goes well. I like being over at yours and if it bombed ... it would be awkward, but if it goes well..." she wiggled her eyebrows. Aurora shook her head. 

Just as she was about to speak, Alice appeared. "Hi guys!" 

Aurora smiled, as did Bella. "Hey Alice." She gave them a hug and squealed. 

"Prom is only a few months away. You two are going right?" 

They shared a look. "Um, sure." "I don't know."

Alice waved them off, "Of course you are. So I was thinking -"

She was cut off at the bell. She rolled her eyes. "Well, anyway, I'll talk to you guys at lunch. You should sit with us!" She left before getting a response.

"I have to talk to a teacher during lunch, so you're on your own, Aurora." 

Aurora rolled her eyes, "Sure you do. How convenient."

"Yes, it is. Oh, don't forget to ask." Aurora rolled her eyes once again but nodded and waved, and they parted ways. Aurora took a seat in AP spanish, and Jasper was already sitting. The teacher droned on and on, asking random questions throughout the class and having the students write their answers in on paper to turn in after class.

"So are you done with the silent treatment, miss princess?" asked a whispering Jasper. 

Aurora ignored him and failed miserably. She couldn't help but steal glances at him, his perfect hair, perfect smile, and just his perfect-ness. If she didn't like him, it would annoy her, more than it already does.

"Come on, you said all was forgiven. I even went on my knees -"

"Okay. Please shut up about that." She whispered furiously. "It sounds wrong when you say it like that." She muttered to herself, except Jasper still heard her.

Jasper gave a wicked grin, "So that's what I need to say to get your attention, that I was on my knees for you?" 

Aurora was flushed. 'Please, for the love of christ, Lord, please make him stop.' She begged in her head, but alas, her pray was ignored.

"Okay, please stop saying that. Yes, you are forgiven." 

The bell rang, and the teacher sighed. The pair got up as the teacher said the homework that they needed their partners help on, getting to know your seat mate. Apparently, the teacher likes to swap seats half way throught the semester to do "fun" activities for this. 

She sighed, and he grinned. "Come on, let's go to history together." They sat in every class together since the other students were either too scared or to in awe of with him to take that empty seat each class. 

The pair walked down the hall. "So what's it gonna take for you to talk to me, darlin?"

Aurora shrugged, "You've apologized and are forgiven. What else is there to talk about?"

"Oh, that hurt, Miss Princess. I want to get to know you. Plus, I still have your sketchbook." Aurora had completely forgotten about that. With Bella coming over and still settling into the house and doing the assignments, she hadn't had time to sketch. 

"And you're barely saying that now? The last 3 days there wasn't any moment at any given time of aaalll the classes we have together for you to say that and return it."

"I wanted to, but you've been ignoring me."

Aurora narrowed her eyes. "Okay, well, you can give it to me now," she said as they sat down for history. 

"Can no do princess, I forgot it at home." He shook his head solemnly. 

She wanted to punch his perfect face. "Okay, how about this? You'll come over today to get that assignment over and done with, and you bring the book when you come over."

They made eye contact, and he smiled. "Sounds perfect darlin'." Aurora huffed out air, 'No getting lost in his eyes.'

"How about I just take you home then?"

"Fine, I'll tell Bella." Jasper nodded. 

"So..."

"Yes, darlin," she got goose bumps.

"Where's your brother, Edgard, or um Edwardo or whatever it is?" Aurora waved a dismissive hand at the struggle to remember his name.

Jasper gave a deep chuckle, "It's Edward, and why? Who wants to know?" There was a flicker of jealousy that passed through Jasper. 

"I do. I noticed he's not with your siblings when you guys eat lunch. I'm just curious." Jasper heard her heart quicken and the slightest bit of fear, dishonesty. 

He shrugged, "Took a hiking week off with our father. Edward sure does love these outdoors." Aurora felt like he was lying but nodded. She turned her attention to the board. 

Jasper slipped her a note, 'So what's your favorite color, darling?'

Aurora glanced at him and scribbled, 'Tie between shades of green and blue. What about you, cowboy?'

Jasper raised an eyebrow,'Cowboy.' 'It would have to be green too, princess. ' Jasper sure loved those nicknames for her.  

'What about a favorite movie?'

'Depends on the genre.'

'Romance: 50 forst dates 

Animation: Howls Moving Castle

Top: Pans Labyrinth

What about you ? Is it cowboy films ?'

'Very funny. One of the top would have to be Hell Boy and The Devil's Backbone.'

'I don't think I've seen the second one, but I have seen Hellboy, and it's up there too.'

The two continued to pass notes every class. Jasper asked questions, and Aurora answered them. After calculus, Alice appeared in front of both of them. "Alright, come on, Aurora, I can't wait for you to sit with us?" Aurora met Jaspers questioning gaze, and she shrugged. 

Alice dragged her to the cafeteria. She passed Bella on the way there, she gave a pleading look, and Bella just shrugged. Betrayal. She stood in front of the other two siblings she hadn't met. Alice sat her down with force, 'Jesus christ, for a little thing, she sure does have strength.' 

"Aurora, this is Rosalie Hale, Jasper's twin, and this is Emmett Cullen, her boyfriend." 

'Oh, so they adopted siblings, and they're dating, not weird at all.' 

"Hi." Emmett gave a grin, and Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"So like Sleeping Beauty, right?" 

Aurora shook her head,"Uh, no, a family name." 

"Cool. Cool. So why did little Alice here bring you?" 

"I honestly have no fucking clue."

Alice chimed in, "Cause we're friends silly, and you're friends with Jaz." 

Aurora looked at him, "Jaz?" 

Jasper nodded, "Family nickname." 

She decided not to say anything about Jasper's and her so-called friendship. "Wow, you're actually friends with both of them, not just Alice?" Emmett was ecstatic. He knew Jasper's view on relationships with humans. 

"Um, sure."

Rosalie was a little intrigued now. How was her brother able to keep his thrust under control with her. She was plump and full of delicious blood. "So how did you two meet?" Jasper and Aurora shared a look. 

"We met while I was sketching." 

"Oohh, an artist." 

"Where were you sketching?" Rosalie knew. It was obvious.

"The woods behind my house. At first, I thought he was a serial killer." The table tensed at her except Rosalie, she laughed. 

"I would've thought that too."

 Aurora smiled. Rosalie leaned closer on the table, "So Aurora, who are you?"

Aurora shrugged, "A 16 year old girl who moved from LA to Forks who likes to draw, read, play games, and I like to collect cards." 

'16!?' Was the collective thought from the vampires.

Emmett grinned again,'This ought to be good.'

"Wow, 16? And a junior?" 

"Yeah, I'm taking AP classes to get those extra credits. I'm technically a sophomore, but I talked with the counselor, and if I pass the classes, I'll be a senior next year. I'm like in between Sophmore and Junior right now." 

Jasper groaned. Of course his luck to like a 16 year old girl. Sure he barely turned 18 to the school but he was 19, for fuck sake. Not even to mention the 100+ year old vampire thing.

Rosalie was she going to torment him with this at home. "I didn't know you were 16." Jasper said. 

"Yeah, just turn 16 beginning of this month." 

'I'm going to hell.' Jasper could feel the giddy glee from Rosalie and Emmett. 

One of Tyler's friends came sauntering over, "Hey there, dumplin, what are you doing here with these freaks?"  He touched her cheek. Aurora recoiled in disgust.

Rosalie rose and spoke, "Say that again, and I will pop you eyeballs out." 

The dude laughed, and in a second, Jasper had the boy's head in the table and an arm up and one behind his back.

"Better yet, let's break his hand for touching her." He spat. 

Aurora jumped up, as did Emmettand Alice. This was not good. The boy looked ready to cry. "Jasper. It's fine. Let him go before you get in trouble." 

Jasper looked into her. He brought the boy, "If you say that again or touch her again, I will break both your arms." He let him go. The cafeteria was in shock and silence. 

Jasper was seething. He hurried and got out of the cafeteria; right when he was about to open the doors to leave the school, he heard his name. 

"Jasper," Aurora called. He internally groaned, 'Why didn't any of them hold her back.' 

"Jasper, please wait," he stood still, back facing her. 

"What do you want," he tried to keep a level voice. 

Aurora hesitantly went to his side and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she tugged him outside, into the forest line.

This was dangerous, 'CONTROL. CONTROL. CONTROL.'  

He couldn't be with her, but as much as he wanted to leave and get away, he stared into her eyes and stayed.

Aurora was still holding his hand, "Are you okay?" He nodded, a little afraid to speak. 

"Are you sure? I mean, you almost broke that kids arm off."

"If he didn't want it broken, he shouldn't have called you that, and he especially shouldn't have touched you."

Aurora was a little touch, just a tiny bit. "I get that, I do, truly. But one, you could've seriously hurt him, enough to the hospital which, two, could've got you suspended or expelled. Hell, or he could've pressed charges on you." Jasper just nodded. 

"Thank you for defending my honor like a semi true gentleman." 

He cracked a smile," Semi?" 'Control. Control. Control.'

"I don't know how they defended a lady's honor way back when." 

"Pretty much the same, just with guns added." Aurora raised an eyebrow, Jasper sounded like he spoke from experience. 

"And wild horses?" 

Jasper nodded, "Of course. The wildest."

"I take it you're from Texas?" 

"What gave it away?" He teased.

"I don't know, the ma'am, the accent, the looking like a cowboy or all of the above." 

Jasper laughed, "Okay, you got me. I am a Texan, born and raised."

The bell rang. Aurora looked up at Jasper, "You think you're okay to finish school?"

Jasper found himself nodding,"As long as you're there, princess." She smiled, and the pair walked back into school. Before sitting down for the last class, Aurora shot her mom a text. 

'Can I have a classmate come over for an AP Spanish project?' - Aurora

'Aren't you in-class? Shouldn't you be paying attention to the teacher? 

Is it that slightly too old for you, boy? - Amora

Aurora groaned.

'God, Mama, please.

Yes, yes, it is.' - Aurora

'Hmm, leave the door open and let Abuela know there's company.' - Amora 

'Thanks :P' - Aurora.

Alice plopped down next to her, a little surprised she was still alive. When she turned to get Aurora and divert he attention from Jasper, she was gone."Hey, how was the whole Jasper thing?"

"Oh, um... fine, just talk it out. I got him a little calmer to return to class. It was nice of him to defend my "honor" but reckless and stupid to almost break the boy."

Alice nodded. If this plays out right, they'd have 2 additions to the family rather than just one.

"Yeah, Jasper has a little hard time with controlling himself every now and then." 

Aurora hummed, and the teacher started the class. Once class had ended, Alice walked Aurora to Jasper, giving a wave and a "have fun." 

There was Jasper's ride, a motorcycle, a harley. 

"Oh wow."

"What? Not your taste, princess?" 

"No, no, it's cool, just never been on one." 

Bella appeared behind the duo. Jasper turned around, and Aurora followed.

"Oh, Bella! Jasper is gonna take me home since we have an AP Spanish project."

"Oh, okay." Bella was a little dejected. 

She went right next to Bella and slung an arm over her," Still wanna come over for dinner, its chicken alfredo with a salad." 

Bella eyed Jasper, "Sure. See you at 6:30." 

"Sharp." She winked, and Bella smiled. She left the two, and Aurora turned to Jasper, "Are you gonna stay for dinner? You might not have a choice, just a warning. My grandma is very pushy and manipulative." 

"I probably won't eat a lot, but I can stay if you want me to." He gave her a helmet. She put it on, and together on the bike they left.

So what Jasper was doing wasn't the best, he'll admit, but there was something about Aurora's art that made him use his powers on Aurora to lose interest in getting back her sketchbook. Was it wrong? Oh, 100%. Was he going to try to hold on to it for a bit more? Of course.

Hey yall about to write the baseball scene so almost there ig... anyway here yall go any notes or any suggestions lmk. Ngl I was going to make a teen mother aspect in my first draft but i thought it's be alot but if that's sounds intriguing lmk and I could still incorporate it

[snugglebug-92]

The One Where They Finally Get Together

The time for world juniors came by fast and you were already on a plane heading to Canada. You had gotten picture of the guys getting on the plane before boarding yourself. You sat next to Logan and the two of you spent most of the flight talking about random things and making plans for all of the dumb things you would do once you landed. Time seemed to fly and the tournament was crazy. You and Logan as well as a few of the other guys got into all sorts of shenanigans all while Jimmy sat back and watched. One night after the game was over and there wasn’t one the next game you said fuck it and got thouroghly intoxicated. You don’t remember too much but you remember knocking on someones door.

“It’s 1 in the morning really Logan,” Jimmy grumbles as he opens the door in just a pair of basketball shorts. If it weren’t for that fact you were drunk you would have been a lot more fazed but you had one thing on your mind making amends.

“Look I get you hate me because you think the whole date with Matthew was a prank but it wasn’t. I didn’t know you were going to be there so when I saw you I freaked out and left. I’m sorry I did that. It was a really bad thing of me to do and I understand that you have every right to be mad at me but I just want you to know I’m sorry. I don’t want you to hate me because I really like you and that’s why Matthew sent the whole thing up. He was trying to set us up and I freaked out. I shouldn’t have walked out like that and I hope one day you can stop hating me or at least start talking to me again. Goodnight Jimmy,” and with that you walked off but not before Jimmy did the only logical thing in his mind. He chased after you barefoot, shirtless, without a phone, and a key to get back into his hotel room.

“Look I should have listened to your side earlier. I’m sorry I didn’t. I was just so frustrated because this girl who is seemingly my dream girl is interested in me. That seemed to good to be true so when you walked out I assumed it was a prank and I just built up a barrier because I didn’t know what else to do,” Jimmy calls out causing you to turn around.

“Hey it’s okay. We both messed up but it got us here. We’re talking again and that’s what matters in the long run right?” you question.

“Right. Now I feel really dumb but I kind of left all my stuff in my room including my key,” Jimmy trails off.

“I have an extra bed. We’ll figure it out tommorrow,” you shrug. The two of you walk to your room and you walk in. You turn on the shower and while Jimmy instantly falls asleep you throw up before getting into the shower. Once you are done you get out advil for the next morning and fall asleep. 

The next morning you almost scream when you wake up and see the extra bed occupied but then you remember the bits and pieces of last night and think to yourself whatever happened is a good thing because Jimmy’s talking to you again. You take the advil and turn over in bed. You were never drinking like that again. Jimmy stirs and the you hear a grumble and then he gets out of bed. You sit up and take in the sight of his bare back. He was good looking you weren’t going to deny it. After a moment he turns around and you quickly advert your sight.

“Hey um thanks for letting me crash here last night,” Jimmy says not sure what else he should say.

“Yeah of course. I wouldn’t leave you stranded like that,” you smile at the boy. 

“Also I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick to you lately. I just throught ignoring you would prevent me from getting pranked again. I should have heard out,” he sighs. 

“Hey it’s okay. We’ve both made mistakes but it’s okay,” you look at him and you can tell he feels bad. But you both messed up and now you’re here. He’s in your hotel room and the two of you are talking and the drunked stupor you were in last night ended up fixing everything between the two of you. Your eyes dart around the room and you know he should definitely be getting back soon but you had to be careful. If anyone saw him leave your room in this state things would get messy and rumors would fly around like there was no tomorrow which could cause you to lose your position as team photographer.

“How am I going to get back to my room?” Jimmy questions breaking you out of your transe.

“I have your roommates phone number. But you should probrally put more clothes on and shoes before you head back,” you sigh before running a hand through your hair.

“Okay and where am I going to get said clothes from?” Jimmy questions. You get out of bed reach into your suitcase and grab a t-shirt as well as a random pair of flip flops before handing them to the boy.

“There you have clothes and shoes. Do you want me to call Logan now?” you question as he puts a shirt on.

“Yeah sure. I should probrally get back before coach gets suspicious,” he shrugs. Your phone call with Logan is short and thankfully he’s more than willing to keep the fact that Jimmy was in your room last night a secret. He’s mainly just happy that things should go back to normal once the three of you go back to Minnesota. You walk Jimmy back to his room and ignore Logan’s pointed look before heading back to your own room. If you didn’t have to worry about game photography today, you were going to the hot tub. You go to bed early tonight knowing you would probably be up with the boys getting into some type of trouble tomorrow since it was New Years Eve. The boys end up winning their game and go out to celebrate. A few of the boys who were 19 decided to test their luck in the bars while you hung out with a few of the other guys. Of course, with it being New Year's Eve a few of the guys who were bold enough asked you to be their New Year's kiss. Your favorite was when Cutter came over his face beet red and a few of the boys laughing.

“So it’s New Years Eve,” he says.

“It appears it is,” you hum.

“I was wondering if you would be my New Year's kiss?” he questions. You look at him with an eyebrow raised before looking at the other boys.

“Oh, William, I’ll tell you what if it’s midnight and you still haven’t found a girl to kiss you, I’ll be your New Year's kiss but for now I’ll give you this,” you place your lips on his cheek and walk away as you see the boys go crazy. You laugh as his face is somehow redder than before then sit down at the hotel bar. The bartender makes you a drink remembering you from the night before and then places it in front of you.

“So how do you know all those boys?” she questions.

“Well, I go to school with a few of them but for the rest I’m their team photographer,” you respond as you take a sip of your drink.

“So, I know this isn’t exactly professional of me, but do you think you could set me up with one. I mean it doesn’t have to be a long-term thing because I know you aren’t from here.”

“Yeah sure, I should be able to do that,” you smile.

“The one who came up to you. The last one, you don’t have anything going on with him right?” she asks. You laugh and shake your head.

“Cutter no. He’s a sweetheart but we don’t have anything going on. I promise,” you hold out your pinkie and she laughs before interlocking hers with yours. The two of you talk inbetween the few customers she has and soon it’s 11:30. You excuse yourself and go to find Cutter. It doesn’t take long because he’s right where he last was. Sitting with the small group of boys who are whispering about something or someone.

“So, I might have found you an even better New Year's kiss,” you whisper to the boy and watch as his eyes go wide. He quickly gets up from the circle and looks at you.

“Who?” he questions.

“Well what do you think of miss bartender over there?” you question.

“Well she’s a smokeshow a real beaut but there’s no way she’d go for me,” he responds staring at her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure because it just so happens that she wants you to be her New Year's kiss,” you watch as his reaction changes and he becomes a lot more confident and then looks back at you.

“Really? You’re being dead seriuos,” he questions.

“I’m not joking. I’ll introduce you to her but I need one small favor.”

“Shit anything you name it.”

“What are the odds you happen to know the wear-a-bouts of a certain player?”

“Probrally pretty high. If they went to the program we all had a life 360 as a joke. Just tell me who.”

“Promise you won’t judge me or say anything.”

“Yeah sure,” he shrugs.

“No Cut please,” you beg.

“Yeah I won’t judge or you tell anyone okay.”

“It’s Jimmy,” you respond after a second and watch the emotions on his face go from happy to confused to happy once again. The boy pulls his phone out and checks Jimmy’s location before handing it to you.

“Does that make sense to you? He’s in the hotel but not on our side,” Cutter says confused. You zoom in a little and see he’s exactly where your room would be.

“Yeah that makes perfect sense to me. Now let’s go introduce you to your woman,” you say dragging him by the arm. The introduction is as quick as can you can make it before you are rushing off to your room. Thankfully you are on the same floor so when you get off the elevator you see Jimmy a few doors dowm and rush after him. You know it has to be close to midnight and you really have one shot at this so you have to be quick about it.

“Hey Jimmy,” you call out.

“Oh hey,” he smiles at you and it takes everything in you to not kiss him then and there.

“Do you want to watch the fireworks together? My room has a balcony,” you offer knowing that way the two of you would be alone.

“Sure,” he responds and the two of you head to your room. You get back and look at the time. 11:53. Shit theres not a lot of time to do this. You quickly grab the bottle of wine from your fridge before going out to the balcony. You open the bottle and take a sip before offering it to Jimmy. He qwirks his eyebrow at you causing you to laugh.

“Jimmy half of your teammate are out at random bars drinking who knows what but you’re afraid of some wine,” you roll your eyes before taking another sip.

“Fine hand it over,” he responds before taking the bottle from you. He takes a rather large sip and you just shake your head.

“Easy kid I’m not going to take it away from you,” you laugh as he hands it back. You take another sip before handing it back to him and he does the same thing. It’s when he does it the 5th time you say something.

“Jim look I’m glad your not afraid of some wine but why are you just about chugging it?” you question almost laughing. He hands the bottle back to you and takes a step closer.

“Because I need courage,” he say and that’s when you heard the faint count down.

10-9-8-7

“For what?” you question?

6-5-4

“To do this,” he says.

3-2 and then the count down hits 1 and his lips are on yours and you drop the bottle of wine out of pure shock causing Jimmy to pull away thinking he completely fucked everything up. Then you grab him by the sweatshirt and pull him back in as your lips meet his once again. The two of you kiss as the fireworks go off not even caring to look at them. Your hands are around his neck place with his hair while his wrap around your waist. When you eventually pull away you rest your forehead against his before placing one last kiss on his lips.

“You know you didn’t have to drink all that wine to kiss me. I was going to do it if you didn’t,” you laugh.

“What?” he says not believing it completely.

“You know I like you and the reason I wanted you to come here is so there wouldn’t be 10 people watching us kiss,” you look as the boy his face in shock.

“I can’t believe it. The pretty girl wanted to kiss me on new year's,” he says looking at you cupping your jaw.

“Well now I think you owe me a date,” you giggle.

“Oh do I now?” he questions.

“But first miraculously the wine bottle didn’t break so I think it’s a sign that we have to finish it once we go inside,” you smile pulling him back towards you and giving him another kiss.

“Okay whatever you say,” he just shakes his head at you.

The next morning, you both wake up but this time in the same bed and you help sneak him back to his room before you call Matthew to tell him everything. You promise that once you get back you can redo the double date, but you and Jimmy have to go on an actual date first. The tournament goes by fast and soon you’re on the flight back and U.S.A. has a bronze medal.

[robin-red-ethanol]

Character Intro: Nova, Asher, and Rowen

For my first character intro, I'm going to go over the books main trio. (Pictures not available yet because I'm never satisfied with the drawings I make of them)

Nova: Nova is the main character. In the first few chapters you'll find that Nova can best be described as an Overwhelmed Teenager Trying His Best. While he cares about his friends, he struggles to leave room for them mentally as he's more concerned with his anxieties, random thoughts, and ever-increasing family drama. Its eventually revealed to the audience that Nova has an ADHD diagnosis, but had trouble finding treatment, leaving him to learn coping strategies throughout the book as stress increases. Along with learning these coping strategies, he also learns a lot about himself and the fact that maybe, just maybe, thinking his two other friends are super hot isn't really the straightest thing

Asher: Asher is allotted the "nerd" of the group, though as the audience quickly learns, his level of knowledge across subjects far surpasses that of just a "nerd", as if he's lived out full lifetimes of academic commitment at just the age of 15. Diagnosed as autistic at an early age, Asher seems to have learned how to live with it by now, but "live with it" is hardly enough for him, especially once he's thrust into an adventure in an unfamiliar world with little control over his situation. Asher likes to keep it clear that his autism isn't exclusively a struggle for him, but that he's not just a "savant" either. Throught the story, Asher learns how to better exist with himself, communicate in a way that's comfortable for him, and accommodate for himself.

Rowen: Rowen is the jock, the muscle of the group. To his knowledge, he's pretty neurotypical. He's pretty popular, as one of the players on the football team for the last few years, and is Nova and Asher's ticket to actually having a social life (even if Asher doesn't want to take the offer). Throughout the story, Rowen learns that team building is alot different getting chased by a 30 foot behemoth than in football, and has to figure out how to cooperate not just on a strategic level but on an emotional one.

[bl-recs-and-reviews]

Hi.....Do you mind if I ask you some random thing? I used to love shounen and shoujo manga equally....But ever since I found BL manga 3 years ago, my interest in shoujosei (especially het romance) decrese a lot, and what I search for is just the dynamic between mc (male) and male lead...I don't want to read mc (female) and male lead or mc (male) and female lead...And what I want to read mostly are just mlm or wlw stories....

What do you think is happening to me? Is it really weird?

Hi anon~ ❤

Go ahead with any questions you might have ;)

It is not weird at all. In fact it happens to quite a few people, and it is a very natural thing. Your tastes in romance are just evolving.

It might seem strange but there's many reasons why you might like more mlm and wlw stories than the het romances you liked before.

I personally went throught a similar thing, I started reading a lot of shoujo manga, and then slowly I discovered BL and ended up liking it more.

Here's a few reasons I can think of that might explain your change in tastes:

It's something new, it feels familiar but mostly fresh. Even though it is still romance you aren't used to the tropes and cliches of BL/GL as well as you are are the het romance tropes. And it feels new and exciting!

Equality in the relationships. In wlw and mlm relationships, being of the same gender makes it so that both leads stand on equal footing regarding gender roles and as people, they are characters that can relate and understand each other more.

Men expressing more emotions. Because of how little men are allowed to express their feelings of vulnerablility in media, seeing them express those feelings towards other men makes it more exciting.

The stakes feel higher. Heterosexual love generally doesn't have to face society, and social prejudice on the daily. After a while the challenges get boring and overused. In comparison homosexual love has to face stronger challenges just to he together.

It's less close to home. It might be easier to relate to the wlw or mlm characters because they do not resemble your own romantic life. They are totally different to you and that makes the suspension of disbelief easier. And things that might've bothered you in a straight romance doesn't in a gay one.

It's more close to home. Or it might be the opposite. It feels closer to what you want want see in a romance. It's easier to identify with it, it's more enjoyable.

It's more experimental. BL/GL dares to go where straight stories don't. Het romances are so established that they they inside a safe net and don't dare to try new things. BL/GL is newer and more free so it has a lot of ground to explore.

Women expressing desire, outside of the male gaze, escaping misogyny.

If none of these apply to you, that's okay. It doesn't mean you're weird, or that something's wrong with you, your taste has just changed a little. I'm sure you will eventually understand why.

In my case it was a mix of wanting to see men characters expressing more emotions, and the stereotypical helpless shojo heroine bored me enormously. I have many more reasons now to watch and read these stories, but it really is different for every person.

All in all, our tastes will always change. The things we like evolve. I started liking manga, then I liked k-dramas and now I'm passionate about Thai BL. But I still watch all the others, even if its less than before. Who knows what the next thing will be?

It's good to wonder why our tastes might have changed but there is no need to worry over it. We all like unexpected things, the important thing is to enjoy it if it makes us happy 😎👍

[spicywhumper]

@febuwhump 2024: day 13. "you weren't supposed to get hurt".

series: crimson history | rating: mature | word count: 1,388

cw: implied/mentioned stepcest, non-con, child abuse, memory alteration & blood/gore-ish deaths.

Jennifer can't breath. this is not what was supposed to happen.

she has stopped trusting on her gut somewhere along the way, stopped trusting when that feeling on the back of her head became too annoying. if she ignored her instincts, she could ignore that there's something wrong with her. she could be soothed by the agency's healers telling her that the layer of magic on her Core is protective magic. it's traditional for magician parents to cast deeply rooted shields in their children, and her mother was her coven's Head Magician.

her stepsister escape was a bloodshed, guards tried to stop her and she killed each one of them. violently, tearing them apart like the feral devil she's supposed to be. paired with how it hapened five weeks after mom's death (death that was her stepsister's fault)...

the therapist said that haze, foggy, even completely gone memories was normal.

childhood in a coven is rough, Jennifer was only nineteen when half of her peers had their entrails scattered across the groud and their heads bashed beyond recognition.

her hands tremble, she spent the last three days reading journal after journal, scroll after scroll, given to her by one of few guards that survived her stepsister's  second escape. if sixteen year-old Jessica was feral, twenty-nine Jessica is destruction in human shape.

but as she reads and reads...

she'd be destruction too.

the first journal she opened, randomly, was a rough start. a random page from the time between Jessica's first escape and Jennifer leaving the coven. memory spells, intertwined with the shield, bound by mother's blood... by mother's sickness.

my daughter, blood of my blood, she's clever but she's emotional. she turned a blind eye, I noticed. she loves Jessica enough to care about her, to want her to be fine. she's selfish enough to ignore the signs so her heart isn't broken.

more selfish than she realizes, or it's easier to read my relationship with Jessica as favoring my stepdaughter. or she just doesn't know what Masters like to to with their Dogs.

written the night before, she turns the page:

a coven that prouds itself of bloodlines, that's what we are, and I was fool enough to think that Jessica wouldn't value bloodline like this. even after Jocelyn all but abandoned her to me, even as the only person that does love her is Jennifer.

but even the wise commit mistakes. Jocelyn's death has awaken something in her. the angry, bloodlusting devil that not even ten years of conditioning can tame. when I gave her the order of the next mission, when i told her to switch. something inhuman came out.

but not even the deepest hellfire can burn through the protections placed around the bunker.

when I came out, half of my guards had been ripped apart. the blood soaked throught the stones. and Jennifer was there, waiting for me. hands shaking, covered in blood, growling. that's why I coerced the strongest yet malleable werewolf I could find.

a shame werewolves have the urge to attack in close range. half-breds are still weakened by silver blades.

Jennifer feels the scar, the one dangerously close to her heart, sting. she had been told it was Jessica...

it's an easy decision, blood of my blood, spells casted on her by me are almost impossible to break. tampering with memories might work well, might turn her into a drooling vegetable.

my reputation is valuable enough.

after reading that, she thinks that's the worst thing that her mother would write. just to be proven wrong by the other entires, by the entries about... the Dog.

the training, the torture. Jennifer's brain is flooded by foggy images of Jessica. her muscular shape, looking much older than she actually is since she's barely more than a toddler. whippings, cuttings, used as a punch bag, burns.

and rape.

so much fucking rape.

Joan had considered Jessica mature enough at eleven (when Jessica easily looked sixteen, and it doesn't make anything better). Joan doesn't hold back any details about training her own god-dammed stepdaughter into a weapon and into a sex toy.

Jennifer almost throws up when that stupid spell  shows in her notes.

she needs to stop, and does throws up when she remembers that time she found the empty birth control pills. she throws up as she remember finding Jessica on the bathroom floor, bleeding and in pain. a few weeks after Jennifer accidentaly commented about the pills to mom, she didn't even noticed, back then, the connection.

she can't remember everything, but remembers enough.

and like a sadistic fool, she found Jessica and immedietly informed mother. the mysterious "straighjacket psycho" stopped her activities two days later.

three months ago.

three months ago Jennifer delivered Jessica back in the hands of the woman that abused, tortured and raped her.

just to be abused, tortured and raped all over again.

Jennifer steels herself and reads the more recent journals, the ones about that gap. they're all praising for Jennifer and joy for having her favorite warm fuckable body back. the last four entries are finally when Joan mentions the weapon side of what she used the "Dog" for.

Jennifer carefully hides the journals and the scrolls.

she sneaks into the HQ, they keep blood and hair samples of all their agents, including the ones currently inactive. like captain Caroline Fletcher. who was the one handling the "straightjacket psycho" case, went missing for almost two years. came back with zero memory of what happened at that time, but even healthier than before the Incident.

if Jennifer's gut is correct, Fletcher is her best be at finding Jessica. maybe she's not, maybe Fletcher doesn't know anything about Jessica, there's a chance Fletcher wasn't with Jessica during all that time (she recognize the magic, but it has been ten years). 

sleep deprived, exhausted, angry and disgusted: she self-banishes to the gamma-class safehouse.

"agent Morgan?" Fletcher asks, lowering the shotgun after recognizing her. "uh, hey, what's wrong?"

"have you seen Jessica?"

she frowns: "am I supposed to know who that is?"

she's not lying, she's genuinely confused. Jennifer, with a shaking hand, she grabs her phone and shows Fletcher the picture. the only picture she has. fifteen-year old Jessica smiling, an arm around Jennifer's neck and looking much, much happier than she actually was.

Fletched immedietly recognizes her.

"what-"

"have you seen her or not?"

"why?"

"because I need to know if she's fucking alive!"

"I'm notoriously hard to kill," she sounds almost the same. almost. raspier, raspier in the way Jennifer had hear multiple times: you can scream enough to damage your voice.

"Jessica," she breathes.

"people usually don't call me that."

"I-" she steps forward, Fletcher's on her way, ready to shoot if she moves too fast.

"stand down, little soldier," Fletcher huffs, but does what Jessica says. "yeah. I'm alive. what else do you need?"

"apologize," Jennifer keeps eye contact and kneels, she hears Fletcher small surprised noise. "I didn't- I didn't know. you weren't supposed to get hurt."

"a coven known for being bloodlust, for harsh punishment, for shaping children into ruthless soldiers. what you expected to happen to a deserter after over ten years?"

"they gave me Joan's journals," the nonchalant, almost mocking, posture changes to cold. to paralyzed cold Jennifer is familiar with, from every time someone knows she had been hurt. "I'm not- I'm not sure I knew back then. Joan messed with my memories. I didn't know when I... report your location."

"how you found me?"

"I'm on the SAR team, on the agency. I have access to recent blood samples."

"and?"

"healing with magic infuses blood with it, I recognized it. you hid well, took me two months to find you. took them three months to find a way to catch you."

Fletcher gasps, the realization that it was her blood that led to Jessica... to her being caught, clearly shocking her. Jessica notices, she focuses on her: "come here," she calls, gently, and Fletcher obeys. "you come here too, you look awful."

"I- but I-"

"just move your furry ass before I let you freeze out here."

a small smile forms on her face without even meaning to: that's still some of the girl she lost all that time ago.

[blackoctober-blog]

Girls Karaoke Night

(This time, to the scene from when the girls start to sing at karaoke, I recommend you guys to read this part while listening ''Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!'' by ABBA to get an enjoyable experience. Believe on me, you won't regret. 😄)

Our story begins some few months after Alex and Suzanne ended their relationship since they had a terrible fight. It was a weekend night, which it was supposed to be funny and exciting, since no school or job - Well, not to Suzanne. Even her being the most book worm that Cloverfield School knew, she wanted to have a funny night, at least.

Alex had caused her so many damage that inside, she was still a bit scared to be alone. Jill and Rose always told her about his reputation. How couldn't she listen her friends before?

"And I thought they were tryin' to ruin my relationship with him. Oooh Suzanne, how could you be so stupid? They were tryin' to protect you." She sighed while drinking some juice. Your frustration was very higher, and if it was enough she got his uglier mark on her face. She've wished she could take some knife and cut her skin off just to clean from all his dirtiness.

"No, no, Suzie. It was just a lot for your mind. Please, breath." She calmed to herself, walking right-to-left over and over until she needed to relax, however her relaxation were interrupted by the phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, dear!!" It came a familiar and excited voice. It was her older friend Jill. Suzanne sighed in relief and then, she grinned in response to the girl from other call line.

"Hi, Jill! How are things goin'?''

"Oh, doing great as you can imagine. Dear, Rose and me were planning to join a karaoke bar to get some food and have fun together. Would you like to join us?" Suzanne was thinking to give polite denials as excuse to studying or watching some TV, but after Jill told about saying that it would go just three of them - the blonde changed of idea and accepted the invitation. She was genuinely needing to relax and distress her mind that night.

Then, Jill explained that her and Rose would drive to take her from home to few minutes. Turned the calling off, Suzanne started to change her visual to her usual bell bottoms, high heels and her favorite blouse, then she've passed some simple makeup and brushed her long hair.

"Perfect!" She thought, praising about her look but then her eyes followed to the big scar, where Suzanne covered with her hand. "Neither makeup was enough to this crap. Damn you, Alex!" She bang her knuckle on table so loud that even her mother, Mrs. Jones could hear from living room.

"Honey, what's wrong there? Is everything okay?" She was watching some Game Show at TV while her younger sister was reading some magazine and listening any music.

"No, Mama. It was just some bug that appeared on my table and I've killed it." She said, screaming enough to Mrs. Jones hear. The older woman agreed and returned to watch her favorite show. Suzanne decided to make the last check to make sure that she's looking decent, at least. Then she finished to brushing her hair and sprayed some perfume around - Outside, the beep-beep could be heard throught window. Jill was pushing the horn many times, excited to take her friend. Suzanne waved back and went downstairs, saying goodbye both to her mother and sister.

"Wow, Miss Jones!! You're looking incredible!!" Said Jill in high tone, completely cheerful about the blonde girl.

"Do you think so?" Suzanne blushed shyly.

"Girl, you'll gonna kill it!" Exclaimed Rose, who was also smoking some cigarette as Jill. Suzanne laughed from her friends's praises and entered to Jill's car - the brunette girl played some random songs until they drove to "Josh Berry's Karaoke Bar", a new restaurant bar that turned popular between single and young people after the manager brought some karaoke session and gave more opportunity to newer bands as stairway to musical success.

"Here we came, girls!" Said Jill. The place were filled from dancing people and a lot of upbeat and disco music, Jill parked her automobile next from others four cars from primary colors as red, blue, light blue and yellow. The trio left the car and went in to the local. Inside, the girls sat on table and some kind waitress came to attend the trio.

"So, which would the ladies order for?" She asked while holding the notes.

"Well, we're gonna have some pepperoni with some green onions and extra Texas cheddar." Said Jill, Suzanne thought to ask for some extra onion and lettuce salad but once the party was killing that night, she decided to take an exception and agreed with her friend. Rose finished their drinks to be three Pepsi cans.

"Great! Your order will come in few minutes. Have a great night, chicks!" Said the waitress, that ripped the papper from note and left to go on kitchen.

Forty-five minutes later, the pizza and three Pepsi's finally arrived on their table. The trio enjoyed the food as they hadn't eat for like, 40 years and after to dining their pizza, Jill decided to join some karaoke with her friends. Rose declined for thinking her voice sucked to sing, so she told Suzanne to replace. Embarassed, Suzanne also declined but Jill agreed that she heard her friend singing on girl's bathroom from school and she always thought her voice was beautiful to listen.

Even towards her shyness, Suzanne agreed to take a chance, in the end, she needed to take her emotions a bit out beyond the song. The chosed song was ''Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" by ABBA. Now there was Jill and Suzanne up from the stage, holding their mics and the audience waiting for the music. The DJ started to play the song, as Rose and the whole audience got surprised, Jill was excited but Suzanne was a bit insecure to singing - however, Jill held the blonde's hand and winked to her as a support's signal, the blonde grinned and then, they started singing. This time, Jill wanted Suzanne to get more confident about herself and gave all the focus to her friend while she would be like background vocal.

This time, if Suzanne started as shy and afraid to get mocked, it's like she forgot her fear on anywhere to focus on the music's rhythm thanks Jill's support. The girls sang and danced their own performance like it was just them and their friend Rose, Rose was so proud from the girls that she took some camera and started filming the show to save on their adventures' tapes, Oh she couldn't lose this moment.

Coincidentally, some miles from the girls' table - there was James and his football peers. James and the rest from the boys went to get some beers and have more fun, once it was weekend night. While the boys were laughing and others dancing throught the music' sound, the brunet boy recognized the singing girls on stage. and while the girls were repeating ''Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight'', his eyes followed until Suzanne and focused his attention towards her. Her confidence, voice, for such a book worm, James couldn't help but getting more and more attracted about thar girl each day for day and when the song ended, a lot of applauses and whistles.

And then, they left on stage to walk back to their table. The DJ returned to play more disco and rock songs and during the way, Suzanne got her throat dried and decided to buy some water's bottle to barman. After getting the bottle, accidentely Suzanne and James bumped each other enough to make the bottle to feel down.

"Oh, pardon me, sir." She said, apologizing for the accident.

"Aww no problem, lady. Accidents always happen-'' Responded James with friendly and kind giggles. Without they noticed, both held hands to take the bottle and get up and when both recognized each other. James blushed completely reddened and highly shy about the girl while the blonde just kept quiet and staring with her eyes shining.

"Pardon me, Miss. I-I-I wasn't supposed and.... I gotta go. Good evening!" Suzanne told the boy to wait, however he walked so faster that disappeared between the crowd. She sighed in frustration, however she smiled for reminding the feel of his hand against hers.

"He was so tender and gentle. I bet he knows how to treat a girl respectfully.'' She thought, still blushing. Suzanne was determinated to meet him more times soon. However, her friends called for her and then, Suzanne returned to the girls and they enjoyed the rest of the night on that bar.

The End.

[tokiro07]

Wow, I didn't expect that early a response to my random question. Random throughts: 1. Based on its description, isn't Torai's Unconstrained similar to Model Zenkichi? 2. The 13 Party ones are very good, very creative ones for Munakata and Kamimine. 3. Nienami's Unpredictable feels like a nerf and Iihiko's Unnegatable feels overwhelming considering at least 2 people has canonically 1v1'ed Iihiko using Namanie's power. 4. I'd change Sakanoue's Unlikely as Gambler's Dog is more related to pot luck

That's true, but in my defense, Torai's Skill is never told to us. Like at all. To the point that I think the idea wasn't that becoming an Abnormal gave her a Skill, but removed the limitations of being a Normal, increasing her physical abilities and possibly her intellect as well. It's one of the few things that I think was a misstep in Medaka Box's story, but more recently I've realized that it's a sign not that Nisio "wrote it wrong," but more that it wasn't something that Nisio thought was important to the core of the story, which is to say, Hitoyoshi and Medaka's relationship. The power system and worldbuilding ultimately took a backseat to the development and exploration of the characters themselves, which I do think was the best move, it just makes me sad because ideally, my favorite story of all time would have all three (hence why Undead Unluck so rapidly caught up as my second favorite)

The Thirteen Party was surprisingly difficult to come up with, at least for the Front Six. The Plus Six didn't surprise me at all, they were just as hard as I expected them to be considering that they were not explored at all, and only half of them were shown in even the barest of detail. Unzen in particular reinforces the point I made above: he's the first Abnormal villain, but we never learn what his Skill is. He's just strong and hyper-intelligent. I still think that his Skill explicitly allows him to run complex calculations, hence how he can understand his sister's math language, but that's only ever going to be headcanon

Nienami was really difficult because I couldn't think of how to work in contradiction any better than I did. I wanted to use Untruth, but the function is so radically different from Shen's that I couldn't justify it as simple reinterpretation. I feel like Unpredictable is pushing it, too. Perhaps I shouldn't have made any of the Candidate Student Council into Negators since they're all supposed to be Normals and then given Unreal to Nienami, as she negates realities (a battleship is too big to cut, so she can cut it; Iihiko can't be defeated, so she can beat him, etc.). I'm really proud of how I interpreted Unreal for Tsugihagista SS Ruby Sapphire the Fifth AKA The Magical Wonder Tsugiha from the Neighborhood, but maybe I'll fiddle with that. Also, Iihiko is overwhelming in canon. Literally the only way to beat him was to get him to attack himself, which I planned to allude to, but since I worked on that post for like three or four hours, I guess I just didn't end up doing it properly

Admittedly I haven't read the Good Loser Kumagawa fan translations yet (I know, shame on me), so I don't know if they go into more detail on the Suisou Student Council's abilities, but from the manga, Gamble Dog is described as the "Skill that controls miracles." I really don't think there's any better way to describe that than as a negation than manifesting Unlikely outcomes. If you have an idea of how it might be better conveyed, I'm all ears, I love talking about this