#kept waiting for it to be cute but naw

[f0point5]

I know we have a different Y/N now but I saw those pictures of max playing padel and I just kept thinking about Max’s Y/N watching 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

i miss them

SAME. Ngl I saw the pictures and this just came to me so… I hope this satisfies your craving for them lol

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“Once again,” you declare to Max as you enter the padel court, your hands full with water bottles, “I’m so glad you’re fast,”

“He’s only fast on wheels,” Lando jokes, shaking his head at Max as he takes a bottle. “Seriously, mate, Fernando is a great player, and so was Charles yesterday, so you are definitely the problem,”

Daniel and Fernando agree as they take their bottles, while Max gingerly waits for you to hand him his.

“It’s the- it’s my, like, shoes, mate. They’re sticky,” he defends himself indignantly while Lando and Daniel snicker. “I swear they’re-“

“Don’t worry,” says Fernando, clapping Max on the shoulder. “We tell them what it is in the champions group chat. Oh, no, we can’t, they’re not there,”

The snickering stops, and Lando and Daniel look like kids whose teacher has just asked them to hand in their homework.

“Well,” Lando huffs. “That was uncalled for,”

Everyone just laughs, and Daniel ruffles his hair.

The other three chug at their water while Max stands next to you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It’s cute, how unused he is to not being good at something, even more unused to continuing to do that thing regardless. As much as you tease him, you’re immensely proud. You know that voice in his head telling him to stop embarrassing himself all too well. He’s been better at quieting his than you ever have yours.

“Honestly, it’s the wrong shoes,” he mutters to you, sliding one of his feet along the floor.

“I know, Maxy,” you say, tempted to kiss the pout right off his face. “But hey, you’re going home with me, so did you really lose?”

“That’s not worth extra points, so yes,”

“You know, I really thought we’d make it at least six months before I murdered you,” you say, poking him in the chest hard enough that he rubs at the spot over his heart.

“I don’t get it,” Max says, his face twisted in hopeless bewilderment. “How does being with you mean I won padel?”

“Mate, look at your girlfriend. You won life,” Daniel explains, coming up behind you to sling a damp arm around your shoulders.

“Danny, if you ever get that Red Bull seat, call me, because this dufus ain’t cutting it,” you joke, squeezing at his hip. Daniel laughs and lets go if you with a sticky pat to the back as Max groans.

“Naw, come on,” he says, sliding his arms around your waist as you cross your arms over you chest, purposely avoiding looking at him. “I don’t even care about padel,”

He doesn’t pull you closer, mindful that he’s sweaty, and you feel your heart ache a little. Max was the centre of his world, thousands of people spent their lives anticipating a flick of his wrist, but he never once took another person for granted.

“Cut him some slack,” Lando says, and you watch him pour some water over his curls with a grin. “He knows he won the lottery,”

You frown at that. “He didn’t.” You finally turned to Max, looking up at his flushed cheeks and glassy ocean eyes as you press a palm to his cheek. “the lottery is luck. He got me on purpose,”

He smiles at that, hands ghosting over your hips as he lets go of you. “Who cares about being a padel champion?”

You shrug, brushing some hair away from his forehead, just to touch it. “I’d rather go home with a four time world champion anyway,”

[ducknotinarow]

"We're always going to be unfinished business." ( VoxAl )

| muse interaction

Alastor smile was bared and wide as he aimed it at Vox. He never did tire over how much him simply exsisiting just nawed away at the other demon. It anything he indulged in it oh so much. Vox was very much the embodiment of all Alastor had a strong distaste in. Finding his newer fancy technology to be the superior formats despite how faulty it all was made. Then again, that just seemed to fit perfectly for Vox himself.

Alastor just got a good chuckle at the other demons expression. Oh just the mere mention oh seemed enough to make them so damn entertaining to the radio demon. "Seven years later and your still on about old news? As you called me?" Alastor smiles seems to grow a little sinister as he narrowed his eyes at them.

It was an insult on the radio demons name, but he had grow tried of all that after some time though he was eatting up what his sudden return seemed to stir up around the pride ring. How whisperings of his name seemed to easily get Vox here all so worked up. Seemed they were still hooked on the radio demon. It would be sad if Alastor didn't find it cute.

"We're always going to be unfinished business."

Alastor chuckles letting the static sound break through his laugh "awe how sweet Vox just can't get me outta ya head can ya?" He of course teases them over..was he wrong though? Considering how fixated Vox seemed to be on him? Hmm Alastor has to take it back about not missing much from his time away because that look on Vox's screen? Priceless! Clearly shown from how wide the radio demons smile got.

"Hmm though I shoild consider my self beyound faltered here by that statement. Despite you calling me old news thar no one shoild bother with you seem to have kept me in mind?" He eggs on as he let's the smugness leak out in his voice. Leaning in a bit closer to the other demon. Letting his voice lower despite the edge of a faint threat in there when he speaks.

"Oh don't worry Vox, you'll always remain my favorite to toy with after all."

Alastor waits a moment before he pulls away laughing loud enough for static to break past his voice. As he moves to clean off his monocle. "I do have to say I forgot how amusing you were to deal with might be worth returning just to get more of thar our of you. After all be rude not to pay you some attetion consider it seems I never left your mind for a second~"

[neko-naruto]

Just like you

Summary: George and Sapnap end up coming home with a cat, and as expected, said cat has a knack for interrupting at the worst moment.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, that's all.

Comprehensive tags can be found here, on the Ao3 port!

Authors Note: Welcome back to SNF brainrot with sansxfuckyou_deactivated, this time featuring a fic heavily inspired by this one by @lasnevadastardly, if you get a chance you should go read it. If the quality feels lacking, that is because I impulsively wrote this in under an hour, hope ya'll enjoy, if ya do consider leaving a like and reblogging!

Sapnap confidently placed down the carry cage on the floor, opening up the door and waiting patiently for the cat to walk out. George took a seat on the floor, back pressed up against the couch, Sapnap sat down beside him.

"So, Cheeto," George began, "Wanna rename him?"

"Not one bit," Sapnap said, a grin on his face as said cat started to walk over to him, "He could be Chester instead, Chester the Cheetah, like from the Cheeto bags."

George groans in annoyance, "Sapnap, no."

"Cheeto it is than," Sapnap said as he picked up the fur ball, silky soft, a bit dopey though.

George reaches over to scratch behind the cats ear, then it starts to purr almost instantly. George gives a smile at that, "He's awfully cute, like someone else I know."

"Beg to differ, but go on," Sapnap said with a hum.

"Good point, you're cuter," He leans his head on Sapnaps shoulder, not letting his hand stray from the cat for a second.

Pink hues pepper Sapnaps face at the compliment, "Naw, he's a lot more like you if anything."

"Oh?" George quirked a brow as he lifted up his head to look at Sapnap, "How so?"

"For one, he's lazy, he's apparently really dumb," Sapnap said, listing off reasons.

George gave an offended scoff, "You're asking for a breakup."

"Let me finish," Sapnap said, shushing George before the Brit could explain further. A pause of silence falls between them, Sapnap waiting with bated breath to see if George would speak up.

"Go on," George said.

"Anyways, he's got soft, dark fur, perfectly kept," Sapnap explained, tugging his fingers through Cheeto's fur, coming across a knot. A spread of red starts to form on Georges face, heat building up beneath his skin, "Well, almost perfectly kept. But he holds still, he's fine with me undoing them, purring up a storm at that," Sapnap grabbed Georges hand and pressed it to the cat who was indeed vibrating.

"Anything else?" George asked impatiently, Sapnap gave a bit of a chuckle.

"Let's see, absolutely adorable, like, just look at him, then grab a mirror for reference," Sapnap said, grinning as he spoke.

Georges reaction was varying, going from mild to visceral in mere seconds. He looked a bit tense, but he still nodded, it was almost comical how red his face. He was biting the inside of his lip, "Is that all?"

"Until we get to know the little guy better, yeah," Sapnap said plainly as he shooed away Cheeto, he turned to face George and nearly laughed, "Shit man, was that too much?"

George shook his head, "No."

"You sure? Cause you're looking awfully flustered," Sapnap teased, dragging out some syllables more than others for emphasis as he leaned into George.

"It's hot in here, that's all," George said, lying with a practiced ease, there was still a crack in his attempt to get off scot-free.

Sapnap gave a hum, "I mean, it always is when you're around," He placed a kiss to Georges cheek and the Brit instantly recoiled and Sapnap couldn't help but laugh.

"Shut up!" George shot back at Sapnaps laughter.

Sapnap found himself leaning over George, he smirked as he spoke, "Make me."

George returned the smirk, "I'll make you eat those words."

"Okay," Sapnap said in a bit of a sing song.

He couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat when George hooked an arm around the back of his neck and yanked him into a kiss. Most of Georges weight was held on his free arm, and it wasn't exactly enough to keep balance on very long- Sapnap had access to both arms for support. When George let go Sapnap didn't move back much more than a few inches.

"So, Sapnap, how did it taste? I wouldn't know how being shut up tastes, feel free to enlighten me," George taunted, he could practically hear the wiring in Sapnaps brain fizzle out, the deep red shooting to his ears was an impossible tell.

"Amazing," Was what Sapnap choked out, "Tasted impeccable."

"How about the first course?" George asked, almost hopefully.

"That was just an appetizer?" Sapnap asked, George nodded.

"Full course meal could kill a man," George answered with.

Sapnap gave a smile, "Sounds like a good way to go then."

A loud meow interrupted them before they could much further, they both glanced over to find Cheeto, meowing frenetically at an empty bowl. Sapnap groaned before moving away from George and grabbing the bag of cat food, he tore it open with unexpected ease. He simply grabbed the bowl and scooped it out with that instead, he placed it back down in front of Cheeto who started to eat.

"Is he always gonna do that?" George asked as he brought himself back into a fully sitting position.

Sapnap closed the bag again to the best of his ability, "Do what?"

"Start meowing at the worst possible time?" George asked with a bit of a sigh as he crossed one leg over the other.

Sapnap nodded, "That's what cats are known for," George groaned in agitation and flopped back onto the floor.

"Fuck me," George dragged out as he brought his hands to cover his face.

"I'd love too, but not when the cat is right there," Sapnap shot back with a smug grin on his face.

George sat up a bit, propping himself up on his elbows, "You know exactly what I meant," He said, he looked rather unimpressed and Sapnap gave a nervous chuckle.

"It's not like Cheeto can get into our bedroom George, there'll be some escape from pre-marital parenthood," Sapnap teased as he made his over to lay down beside George, stomach flat against the floor instead of his back.

"You think I'm having kids one day? You think we're getting married someday?" George asked.

"It'd be nice," Sapnap shrugged as he spoke.

George sent Sapnap a look, "We haven't even been together for a year."

Sapnap propped himself up a bit to try and make eye contact, "The time will pass," He leans up a bit more to try and kiss George who gladly closes the distance.

It's a lot less fiery this time, it's softer, it's slower, it's still loving, it's still just how they like it, but different. There's always room for improvement anyways, Sapnap has to break away to push himself up from resting on his front. George takes the lead, a lot gentler this time, he carries a duality to passion, the calmer side that sways like an ocean and the active side that tears someone up from the inside out- Sapnap likes both flavors.

Another meow.

"I should go check-" Sapnap said for the brief moment they weren't locked in a kiss.

"Ignore him, he can wait a minute," George said, sliding a hand to rest at the small of Sapnaps back.

Sapnap shudders at the chilling touch of Georges fingers against his skin, "Sounds good to me."

[ritualoftheancients]

Ritual of the Ancients Chapter 7: BANG!

by Roan Rosser

This is a chapter of a complete vampire novel with a trans-masc main character and a gay romance subplot. New Chapters are posted every Sunday. If you like the novel and want to support the author, ebook and paperback copies can be purchased here.

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I followed Jack back out to the reception area. “So, Everett Boesch?” Jack asked, approaching the desk. “The guy I called about yesterday from my apartment building.”

“Police were called about an attack in front of the building, and found a dead body,” Dave said without looking up from his monitors, continuing to clack away on his keyboard as he talked.

I furrowed my brow. “But the attack happened outside, so why search inside?”

Dave ignored me and kept talking. “Turns out, the girl killed was the roommate of the guy you asked me about. Anyway, what I want to know is, what is your interest? Doesn’t really seem like our gig.”

“Like I said, that was why I was late to work yesterday, and I was curious.” Jack tapped the counter and shot me a glance that I took to mean “be quiet”. “Just curious, that was all.”

“How the heck did this make you late? You don’t even live on the floor where the body was found.” Dave took his hands off the keys and spun away from his monitors to stare up at Jack. “And was this really important enough for you to come in on your day off?”

Jack gave Dave a little half-smile and slung his arm around my shoulder. I couldn’t stop from blushing at the contact. “Naw, came back to pick up this one.” He let go of me, but I wished he hadn’t. “To give a new shapeshifter a little night out on the town. Just thought I’d get the scoop about my apartment building on the way out.”

“You want to spend your free time with the newbies, fine, have fun.” Dave rolled his eyes and went back to his monitors. The exit door behind us buzzed as Dave unlocked it.

“The cute ones, sure.” Jack grinned and winked at me, and my embarrassment deepened. Jack went over and pulled open the door before the buzzer ended. “After you, sir.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, trying to keep the stupid grin that I felt bubbling up off my face. I stepped out the door onto the porch, glad I had an excuse to hide my expression from Jack.

The crack of a gun shattered the silence of the night, and it felt like I had suddenly been punched in the chest. I gasped and fell backwards.

Blood sprayed up from my chest in an arc.

Jack caught me, a line of my blood bisecting his face.

I tried to speak, but blood burbled out of my mouth instead of words. Jack dragged me back inside, slamming the metal security door behind us.

Dave tore off his headset and rushed out from behind the reception desk. “Shit, he’s been shot.”

Jack laid me out on the floor and then put both hands over the wound, putting pressure on it. My chest didn’t hurt, much. I’d have thought a gunshot wound would have hurt more. I felt disconnected from my body, and my limbs didn’t seem to want to obey me.

My fingers twitched, and my heels drummed on the floor as I fought to move. My blood, pooling beneath me, stuck to my clothing, soaking into my shirt and khakis. I felt my fangs descend to prick my lips.

A red-headed woman burst into reception hall. Her face was so pale her red freckles stood out like marks of paint.

“Dave, activate the security perimeter,” the woman snapped. “Put your headset back on and watch the cameras while Ted and Zoe hunt down the shooter.”

Dave scrambled back to his chair while the red-haired woman whirled toward Jack and me. “Jack, how is he still alive? He was shot right through the heart.” She fell to her knees next to Jack. “Wait, those are fangs.”

Jack grimaced, glancing up at the woman. “Stacy, I might have lied about him last night. He’s a vampire, not a shapeshifter. He’ll be fine once he gets blood back in his system.”

Stacy sighed and stood back up. Blood stained her perfect pencil skirt. “I’ll go get the stock then, but you better have a good explanation for this, Jack.” She turned and stormed away.

Something jumped in my pocket against my leg. That was the pocket I’d put the amulet in. Luckily Jack didn’t seem to notice, too focused on keeping pressure on my gunshot wound.

My head pounded and my thoughts grew fuzzy. Still keeping pressure on my chest, Jack leaned toward me. “Just hold on, Everett. Stay with me!”

His warm face was so close, the vein on his neck pulsing with a delicious, pounding beat. I jerked my head up, snapping my teeth at the snack leaning over me. Jack pulled back quickly, as if he’d been expecting my reaction.

Dave was talking quickly to someone on his headset, but I was too out of it to make sense of what he was saying.

A few minutes later Stacy’s heels came clacking back, holding another of the red plastic squeeze bottles. By now I was thrashing against Jack’s weight, and Jack was doing more to try and hold me down than to put pressure on the wound. Jack was my friend, and I didn’t want to eat him, but it was like I had only partial control over myself.

Stacy upended the bottle over my mouth without ceremony, and I greedily gulped it down. Like before, the blood was only lukewarm, but this time it tasted like the best thing in the world. After a moment I stopped fighting against Jack’s hands. Jack let go of me and sat back.

My chest tightened, and I felt a popping sensation. A bullet clattered to the floor and I sat up, gasping for breath. I hadn’t even realized I hadn’t been breathing until now. I was still very thirsty, but I was back to myself enough to be able to retract my fangs.

“Are you okay?” Stacy asked, hands on her hips, her mouth a tight, thin line.

“I think so,” I stammered, putting a hand to my chest to feel where I’d been shot. There was still a hole through my T-shirt and binder, and I was covered in blood, but my skin was unbroken, as if I’d never been shot.

Dave raised his voice. “Zoe and Ted found the shooter’s scent, but lost him at the highway.”

Stacy glanced back at Dave. “Thanks. Tell them to come back. If he got to the highway, he’s gone.” She turned back to me. “Now explain.”

“Someone’s after Everett.” Jack sat back on his heels and groaned. “They don’t know he’s a vampire—” He picked up the smashed bullet and tossed it to Stacy, who caught it with a snap of her hand. “—yet, obviously, and I’m trying to keep it that way.”

Stacy brought the bullet up to her nose and sniffed it. She made a face. “You’re right. Not silver. Why not tell me, at least?”

Jack grimaced, opening and closing his mouth a few times. I glanced at Jack, and then at Stacy. She was so pale, paler even than most red-heads. Right, Jack had said she was a vampire. One of those that he didn’t trust.

Finally, Jack managed to spit some words out. “I’m sorry, Stacy. He’s new in town, and hasn’t told anyone he’s here. I don’t know all the vampire rules. I didn’t want him to get in trouble, but I also didn’t want to give the people hunting him a chance to find out what he really is.”

Stacy put her hands on her hips and glared at Jack, and then me. “Fine, I guess I can see where you were coming from. Still, he can’t stay here, you understand?”

“Yes, got it.” Jack nodded vigorously. “I wasn’t planning for him to. I just couldn’t have him spend the day at my apartment building with it crawling with cops. We were on our way out when he got shot.”

The front door buzzed, and then opened. A big, black wolf came inside, accompanied by a tall, pale man that I assumed was Ted.

“I didn’t smell anyone else around, and the man who shot him is long gone,” the wolf said.

The wolf came up to me where I was still sitting on the floor, trying to catch my breath, and I flinched.

“It’s Zoe,” the wolf said. “I met you earlier.” With me sitting on the floor, she loomed at least a head taller than me.

I froze, unable to react as I stared up into her amber eyes. The doggie smell was stronger than before, nearly overwhelming. I wrinkled my nose and swallowed, heart pounding. My fangs came down unbidden. Zoe leaned down to sniff at my head, and I curled my lip to show her my fangs. I don’t know what had come over me, but I couldn’t help but react to how close the werewolf was to me.

Zoe responded by pulling her lips back and flattening her ears. We stared silently at each other from inches away.

“You smell like blood,” Zoe growled.

“You smell like a wet dog,” I shot back, not breaking eye contact with her. Zoe narrowed her amber wolf eyes and let out a low growl.

“Hey.” Jack grabbed the scruff of Zoe’s neck and pushed her away. “Both of you, calm down. Zoe, you know better than to get close to a vampire in your wolf form.”

Zoe shook her head, snapping at Jack’s hand before backing away with a huff and trotting away.

Stacy shook her head and gestured to the blood-splattered floor. “Well, they think they succeeded. That’ll give you time to get out of here.”

“Thanks, boss.” Jack stood and wiped helplessly at his bloody jeans.

“And for god’s sake, you both change before you leave. Take clothes from the shapeshifter stash.”

“Wow, Stacy, that’s—” Jack began.

“It’s coming out of your pay.”

“—so generous,” he finished with a grimace.

“Of course.” Stacy waved a hand, heels clacking back away. She opened the door to her office and stopped to look back at Jack. “Enjoy your day off.” The door closed firmly behind her.

I took the sweats and went to the bathroom to change.

As I was changing I caught sight of myself in the mirror and noticed something I hadn’t yesterday. My throat had a red scar across it that hadn’t been there before. I traced it with my finger and got a flash of memory. An arm grabbing me from behind, a sharp pain in my neck. I shuddered and turned my back to the mirror.

My pants looked like the sides and back had been dipped in blood, except for a perfectly round clean spot exactly around where the amulet had been in my pocket. That was… odd.

As an experiment, I set the amulet on the still-wet blood coating my binder. The amulet sucked up all the blood it touched, leaving a pristine circle in the middle of the gore.

That would have been a handy way to clean my binder, if it didn’t have a giant hole though the center of the compression layer.

The amulet was magic—it had to be—but I was still reluctant to tell Jack about it. He’d want to know where I’d gotten it, and I wasn’t ready to confess just yet. Jack seemed like a good guy, but I still wasn’t sure how he’d react to finding out I was a thief working for the mob.

[dream-theory]

i’m whisper screaming this is so fucking funny

FUCK BOY CLASS 1A

CLASS 1A X F!READER

masterlist

BAKUGOU

•maybe you think “what’s he hiding behind all that anger 😥😥😥 he can’t really be all that mean 🤔🤔🤔 i can fix him!!”

• NO

• he has no idea where these girls get the notion he’s some mystery that needs to be solved, he’s very up front about being a terrible guy

•works for him if he means he can hit tho

•after he nuts (in you cuz he’s a shit and ‘condom no feel good’) it’s ‘aight clear out bitch ur stinking up the apartment’

•is just straight up mean to you but you think he’s just bad at expressing emotions so you stick around

•i mean it’s that too but i think if he tells you that he’s ‘fucked way hotter girls than you so you’re lucky hes slumming it’ then he’s an asshole no?

• honestly if u stick with him you don’t respect yourself enough lady

•he’s not worth the stress babes leave rn

• he one of them weird ones that gets attached to you even tho they’ve slept with your sister and your best friend

•fights your ex at a party because ??? dude legit didn’t look at him

• scares guys off from you bc ur ‘his’ but literally shows up at ur place with hickeys on his neck

•he’ll probably go thru a period where he doesnt leave you alone, then ghosts you, then 2 months later he replies to your story with ‘wyd’

•in conclusion, he isn’t secretly sweet, he isn’t secretly romantic and loving, he is just what he seems so RUN

MIDORIYA

•now here’s a doozy

• when you meet hes so nice 🥺 oh isnt he so lovely and nice 🥺 he’s so kind🥺

•oh look he helps you study 🥺

•omg he remembers your favourite food 🥺

•omg his dick is so big 🥺

•omg he’s blocked your number and acts like he doesn’t know you in the halls 🥺

• if you fuck with fuck boy izuku i pray for you bc you were already in love with him girl

• like the way he makes girls feel so special and then drops them so quickly it’s literally insane

• but if u walk up to him and he does the whole idk u thing he’ll still be nice bc...

•he has pussy to crush, lives to ruin, he can’t go spoiling his image

• he’ll give you a ‘i’m sorry, i think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t think we’ve ever met 😄’ and then walk away as his friends turn to stare at you

• has a thing for virgins, loves making them trust him with their first time just to fuck them over in the long run

•he’ll be nice 🥺💞💞🥺🥺🥺 of course, just what he does after will kinda ruin the memory for you

• that’s what he wants tho, doesn’t feel bad even a tiny bit

• malicious intent 🤗

TODOROKI

• dude goes for the emotions then the vagina, in that order

•he likes the game, likes making you really believe he cares about you

• before dropping you after you give him what he wants

• he’ll talk about his daddy issues n be like ‘wow,, i’ve never told anyone that before...’

• you tell that to every girl you come within 6 feet of don’t like to me shouto todoroki

• makes it seem like he trusts YOU so you trust him

• wants to fuck you in a way that seems to have like a really emotional build up, maybe like after you share some personal stuff too (it gets him so horny when girls cry)

• has terrible dick game. i’m sorry it’s really bad

• he’ll constantly ask ‘did u cum?’ as well

• doesn’t know what a clit is, pretends to

•does the most on your left labia

• that’s if he ever tries to finger you, mostly it’s just right in the with the disappointer 1000

•after the fact he will either ghost you or act like he’s in love with you just so he can hit again, depending on what moods he’s in

•”i’ve never felt like this before” i will hit you

•talks shit about u for no reason

• i hate him

[robobarbie]

ROBO PLEASE ME BEING A HOUSEWIFE FOR TOASTY AND HIM COMING HOME LATE TO DINNER BEING MADE, HIS PLACE CLEAN, EVERYTHING ORGANISED AND EVERYTHING AND IM WAITING FOR HIM WITH A SMILE AND HE IS SO HAPPY AND WE ARE SO IN LOVE AND JUST I LOCE THEM SO KYCH OMG PRLAEE

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On nights like these, Toaster is usually feeling one of two things.

Annoyed due to how late his team kept him out (2AM tonight), or

Very, very drunk.

Today, he's a combo of the two. He blearily tugs his tie loose as he approaches the condo front door. His fingers struggle pulling the keys from his pocket and fitting the right one in the keyhole. Why the fuck do we not have a code lock yet. Why-

You swing the door open and he starts. "Ah! Jesus, honey-" he cuts himself off and blinks. "Wait. Why are you awake? It's like. Like late."

You take his hand and he stares down at the action. Your hand looks so nice in his, he decides. He swings the keys into the condo and they clink against the tile as he covers your hand with both of his, gently rubbing them together.

You hold back a laugh at his concentrated expression. "Dear... what are you doing?"

"So nice," he murmurs. "Why are your hands always so soft? How do you do that?" He gently rubs each of your fingers -- it feels nice.

"Lotion."

"I use lotion," he mutters. "Mine are never that soft."

You feel the light calluses on his hands as they run over yours and shake your head. "No, but I like your hands the way they are. They're pretty perfect."

"Shut up." He blushes and finally lets go as you step back to let him in. Immediately, he smells something -- is that -- ?

"You barely ate, right?"

He blinks at you. "What the fuck. Did you make--?"

You nod eagerly and he grins. "Fuck you. You're too fucking psychic."

"I know. Aren't you soooooo lucky?"

He giggles. "Ha. Yeah."

You help him take his tie off and gather his things before his drunk self chucks them around the living room. It was cute the first time. Not so much the fifth.

After, you lead him into the kitchen, where he props his chin against the top of your head to stare at the hot food laid out on the table. "Wowwww. You really went all out."

"Would you expect anything less?"

"Naw." He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. "Thank you, honey."

[rikisnuggie]

29th October | MO'S KINKTOBER

pairing: minho × gn reader

genre: smut

cw: pet play, minho refers to himself as 'daddy', dry humping, tiny little hint of overstimulation if you squint, hint of unprotected sex

You felt lonely. Minho had been gone for hours and you'd slipped into pet space while he wasn't there. So now, you were sitting at the door, one of your boyfriend's shirts covering your body and shorts on, a cute pair of fluffy ears decorating your head and a collar and leash placed in front of you. You were waiting for Minho to finally return, so you could finally get the attention you'd been craving for so desperately. Then, finally: The door to your apartment got unlocked, revealing Minho. You squeaked happily, the man's attention now on you. It took him a few second to realize why you were kneeling on the floor but as soon as he saw the ears and accessories in front of you, it all made sense to him.

"Hey, puppy," he smiled, crouching down to kiss your nose. "Have you been waiting for me?" he asked, stroking your cheek as you leaned into his touch, humming at his question. "Naw, I'm sorry I kept you waiting, darling. Practice took a little longer than expected," he explained as he took the leash into his hands. "You wanna wear these, baby?" he asked and you frantically nodded your head 'yes', earning a chuckle from Minho. He put the collar around your neck and put the leash on it, getting up and slightly tugging on it.

"You look adorable, pup," he said, grabbing his bag from the door. "Should we eat something or would you rather cuddle a little?" he spoke, slowly walking towards your room as you went beside him on all fours, climbing on the bed when you'd reached your bedroom. "I guess that says it all," Minho chuckled, placing his bag on the floor. "I'll go change and then we can cuddle, alright?" he suggested, earning another nod from you, so he quickly changed into sweats and a loose shirt.

He got into the bed with you and you curled up against him, his warm chest against your back and his hot breath in your neck. The whole situation had you feeling some type of way. You got closer to Minho, your ass brushing against his clothed dick, erupting a low groan from the man. "Y/n, don't do that, hm?" he said, making you whine.

He just felt so good against you and you couldn't resist the urge, so you repeated your action. "Please," you whimpered, humping against him continuously. Minho tsked. "Now you're talking? Just want daddy's cock, hm?" he spoke, thrusting his hips against yours. "If you're good and get off like this, maybe daddy will fuck you afterwards, alright? Just be a good puppy and daddy's gonna reward you".

Minho offered you his thigh, you closing your legs around his to grind down on him as much as you could, moans and whines leaving your mouth. You tried to get as much pleasure out of it, Minho helping you as your body got weaker the closer you were. "Just a little more, puppy. You're almost there," he cooed, pulling back your leash, making you choke on it. Within a few minutes you came, making a mess in your underwear. "Ow, baby, look at that, making a mess. You're so cute," he chuckled, finding your desperation absolutely adorable.

He helped you out of your ruined underwear and freed himself from his sweats and boxers, his already hard cock springing free. "Been so good for me, right? My pretty puppy deserves a treat," he smiled, lining his cock up at your entrance. "Let's see how much you can cum for daddy tonight".

Kinktober Masterlist

[minaramen]

Torao Midou - 16 Idol Album - Part 3: Playtime with friends

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Torao: Superheroes… we only played superheroes together 

Torao: They were the only things that connected me with my older brother except from blood, since we were years apart 

Torao:....never mind

Minami: Oh, Historangers, the World’s Four Great Civilization Squadron. Some older child actors I used to know appeared in that show

Haruka: I don’t think I know it

Torao: I guess you were more into the next series, Satsumago Kai the Bakumatsu King of Beasts

Haruka: Yeah, that one! How nostalgic…!

Haruka: But in the end things got so vague, and I don’t remember what the last part was about…

Torao: It became problematic because it turned out that enemies had their good reasons as well. It was quite a unique situation

Torao: You can still find the last part  featured in programs like “Nostalgic TV shows”

Haruka: Now you sound like you’re possessed by Rokuya Nagi from Idolish7…

Minami: You still watch it in the dressing room with the corner of your eye, when they feature the episodes on the TV

Torao: Mh? I don’t…They’re just in my field of vision

Touma: I understand your feelings! I glance at it as well, it’s so nostalgic!

Touma: I was happy to hear a story about little Tora! The gap is pretty good!

Haruka: Yeah. At least, it’s way better than a Torao hitting on every single woman he meets

Minami: I think the current Midou san has charm as well, but when I think about the pure boy he was back then I find him somehow cute

Torao: Give it a rest. I didn’t choose this picture because I wanted people to think I was cute

Torao: How did you guys have fun?

Touma: Let’s see… I used to go to the park and climb the jungle gym. We competed over who would reach the top first, or scrambled to get possession of the castle…

Haruka: Was it Tom Tiddler’s Ground? How nostalgic, I played that game too! 

Haruka: But you’re not supposed to play in a jungle gym, are you? You should use trees that are in the park or some puzzling sculptures

Minami: Sculptures are pretty common. In a park you can easily find things like octopus and elephant sculptures, and even monuments with indefinable shapes

Torao: Does a park really look so much like a museum…?

Touma: No, it’s not such a splendid place! The park I used to go when I was a child didn’t have anything like a monument 

Touma: There was only a jungle gym and some swings, then a slide, an exercise bar and a sandbox

Minami: Oh dear, in my opinion that’s a splendid park

Touma: Naw, there were places with much more to offer

Touma: Like those that have playsets where slides are included into the jungle gym, or animals you can ride and swing on

Haruka: Those animal playsets are pretty indefinable as well. Sometimes there are bugs, other times rabbits…

Torao: I can understand rabbits, but…bugs? Are children happy with that?

Minami: I guess they’re quite particular steeds

Touma: I loved them when I was a child! Even now, when I see them, I feel the urge to take a ride!

Touma: Ah, but I don’t do it! I’d just like to, but I don’t!!

Minami: Nobody said anything, Inumaru san

Haruka: You should just ride them, if you want to!

Haruka: Then I’ll sneak a pic of you from behind and upload it on Rabbiter

Touma: Stop it!

Torao: What kind of playset did you like, Haruka?

Haruka: The slide was the one I liked the most! Grandma used to wait for me at the end of the slide. Then, after I slid down ten times, the game was up for me and we went to buy ice-cream on our way home 

Minami: Fufu, what a precious memory

Minami: I….well, I’ve been a child actor ever since I can remember, and I only went to parks for recordings

Touma: I bet you got surrounded by many parents and children who were interested in watching you when you went!

Haruka: You surely could make many friends!

Minami: Well, I couldn’t take enough time for that. You weren’t used to going to park as well, were you, Midou san?

Torao: No, because I’ve been kept in a golden cage. They didn’t let me play outside so I wouldn’t get injured 

Torao: I played superheroes alone inside the house, or with my two older brothers

Torao: Now that I think about it my brother took time out from his busy schedule to play with me

Torao: It must have been hard for him dealing with a brat who was ten years younger than him. I could never do that. Using my free time to line up at a toy store…

Minami: I’m sure those were moments of reprieve that your brother holds dear

Torao: Who knows

Torao: Even now if I happen to meet my brother, he persistently asks me what superhero is popular nowadays 

Torao: Not the kind of speech that a man who passed his twenties should make

Minami: Surely…he’s trying to keep a connection with you 

Torao:....... well, maybe

Touma:........! Play superheroes with us!

Torao: With you?

Touma: Just like they keep you connected with your older brother, superheroes could connect the four of us…or something like that

Torao:.......!

Haruka: I agree. Tickling Torao must be fun!

Minami: Let me play the villain, please. I’m pretty good at it

Touma: Alright, let’s do it now!!

Touma: Which superheroes are we? You choose, Tora!

Torao: Hey, you must be joking. Aren’t we too old to play around?

Touma: It doesn’t matter! Also, there’s nobody here except for us

Touma: You can play with all our strength and laugh like an idiot, you can even skin your knees, and nobody will scold you

Touma: We’ll play with you, Tora

Torao:....! Ahah, that’s crazy…

Torao: Let’s say it’s the opposite. It’s me playing with you. Don’t forget I’m a professional playboy

Haruka: What does it mean?

Torao: Something that Yuki from Re:vale told me.  “If you’re a pro, play with all your strength like a pro would do”

Minami: As always, he has quite a curious way of speaking

Torao: I’ll play, then. With all my strength. I’ll do it with you too…

Torao: On stage too…

Touma: Okay, so which superheroes are we?

Torao: We could be the Four Great Civilization Squadron. Too bad we don’t have any transformation items, however…

Haruka: Is it okay if I make one? I mean, with cardboard. I made plenty of them with cardboard when I was a child 

Torao: I see. So, there’s also this way of making them?

Minami: I’ll go and ask if they have some cardboard, then

Torao: It’s getting interesting…if we have to make it, that’s definitely the best way

Torao: I’m gonna play for real, just like I do on stage. Wear your Miracle Historangers’ belt and join me!

End 

TL notes:

Thank you so much Gloria for sending me so many helpful recordings, including Torao’s 16 Idol Album!

Next up... Yuki’s I-Hake!

[house-of-slayterr]

House of Wax:

Cw: Perverts, strong language, assault. (NSFW)

As usual, a group of college kids pulled up in the full city of Ambrose, bringing along their alcohol and their noise. You sat on the back of Bo’s truck, dangling you legs to the tune of the song in your head. Bo was working underneath the car, you were fairly certain he stole a peak up your skirt from time to time, but you didn’t mind. You’d never been one to be shy about that kind of stuff. You played with the lolli on your tongue, staring off into space, emoji ting yourself. That was until you heard something that annoyed you to your core. Vapid teen girl giggling. You slammed your hand down on the truck, signalling Bo.

“What’s up toots?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, removing the lolli from your mouth to point in the direction of the oncoming crowd. A cat like grin grew on Bo’s lips and you couldn’t deny, you found it quite hot. Bo wiped his greasy hands on a towel and discarded it, throwing it at you face. You let out a small hiss. As the group rounded the corner the first thing you noticed was the blonde. Her hair was lazily pulled up into a bun, and her boyfriend clung to her tighter than that lame excuse for a shirt she was wearing. Of course Bo noticed her too, and you weren’t very pleased about it.

“What can I do ya for?” Bo asked the nerdy looking guy.

“Are can broke down about half a mile out. Not sure what’s up, but we’re kinda in a rush.”

“Not a problem. Why don’t we take a walk down where it is and I’ll see what I can do”

You relished the fact that Bo’s real smile was only reserved for you and family. The one he wore on his face right now hid his sadism well. Bo looked back at you and gave you a wink.

“In the mean time why don’t you kids hang back with my girl, she’ll keep ya comp’ny”

‘My girl’ you liked the sound of that.

Bo noticed you lost in thought and tried to get your attention.

“You think you can entertain this nice people sweetheart?”

“Anything for you baby cakes” you cooed.

You watched Bo’s as as he walked out the door. You bit your lip and chuckled internally, knowing full well you could make him all yours tonight.

“You lot thirsty, I could get ya some lemonade?” You offered, putting on a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Yeah sounds great” the blonde replied. “Babe?”

“Sure, thanks” her boyfriend agreed.

“And you?” You turned to look at the girl with strange blue hair.

You had to admit, she was quite cute, you’d never seen anybody with blue hair before.

“Naw I’m good. Got anything fun to do around her?” She asked.

“Not much to do in a town like this I ‘pose, if ya interested there’s a wax museum just up that path. I know the owner, his art is killer” you smirked.

“Yeah, cool. Thanks.”

The girl gave you a weary smile and waved at her friends as she walked off. You could tell she was getting suspicious but she wouldn’t be your problem for much longer. You went inside and said hi to Lester, filling him in on the new guest situation. When you came back out with the lemonade you noticed the couple was arguing. You weren’t one for gossip so you chose to interrupt their little display.

“Sorry bout that, I couldn’t remember where we kept our good glasses, I’d lose my head if it weren’t attached to my shoulders.” You laughed.

“Thanks.” The blonde said, disgust laced in her tone. “You got a bathroom?”

“Of course I do Darlin’ what kind of street rat do ya take me for? Coming in my home, asking if I got a bathroom.”

“She didn’t mean it like that” her boyfriend offered.

“Course she didn’t. Lester! Come out and show our guest to the bathroom will ya?” You shouted.

Lester knew what to do, he’d been at this game since way before you came to town. You tried to make light conversation with the jock, waiting on Bo to come back home.

“You into football?” You asked.

“How’d ya guess?”

“Well a big strong man like you’d gotta be inta somp’en. You ever been tackled?”

“Got a few scars, nothing I couldn’t handle” he boasted.

“Woo, sure is hot round here don’t ya think?”

You pulled of your flannel leaving you in just your skirt and a white tank top that Bo lent you. You could feel his eyes bore into your skin, watching your legs as you bent down to pick your glass back up. You turned back to him.

“Bo should be back pretty quick, he’s the best at fixing cars ya know? Ya ain’t got nothing to worry about.”

“Who says I was worried?”

“Ain’t that what you and your girly friend was fighting about. Don’t mean to be ease dropping but seems like she’s not so found of this detour.”

“We fight a lot, that’s kinda her thing. I’d much rather here more about you.”

“Me, gosh I’m flattered but ain’t much to know.”

“How bout you start by giving me your name?”

“Now wheres the fun in that cowboy? Why don’t ya give it your best guess?”

You cringed, praying that Bo would be back soon, so you could drop this stupid act. You were smart, had a degree even, would’ve gone further if you hadn’t been trapped her for so long. You may have hated this town at first but it grew on you. The Sinclair’s grew on you.

“Mazy” he guessed.

You shook your head.

“Jennifer?” He stepped closer to you.

He was yet again wrong, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep this up. And why’d he keep guessing all these girly names. You may have had a women’s body but you weren’t a lady. He stepped closer yet again backing you up against the truck. He leaned into your ear.

“No why don’t you quite teasing me?” He whispered.

“I’m not-“ you began.

You knew you were teasing him. And normally you’d be having more fun, but something about this guy seemed off. It wasn’t very nice of him to tower over you like he was. He roughly grabbed your chin.

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing to me. If my girlfriend has a body like yours… I wouldn’t let her out of my site.”

“Now Bo treats fairly you hear? I’m not his to leave.” You tried to defend your best friend.

“Not his? Is that so?”

His knee rode up your skirt, pinning you harder into the cold metal of the truck.

“Then what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

You tried to remain calm but the panic in your voice was evident.

“Aren’t you ‘fraid your girlfriend might see?”

“Please she’s problem sucking that little guy off as we speak. What was it you called him, Lester? You see what her problem is, is she doesn’t know how to keep her pretty mouth shut. But I think you’d look much better with yours wide open.”

“Now you’re not being very nice mister.”

“Thought you were into bad boys. I saw the way you looked at him, same way you’re looking at me. A guy like him tries to be nice but I can see write threw him. Bet he uses you for a quickie and leaves you high and dry. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

He started moving his knee, his hand were on either side of you, one hand reaching up to play with your hair.

“So why don’t you be a good little girl and entertain me, just like he asked.”

You wanted nothing more than to kick him in the dick and run into Bo’s arms. The hand that was playing with your hair moved across your face, he stuck his thumb in your mouth.

“I saw the way you were working that sucker, come on sweetie, give me a taste”

When you hesitated his grip on you hardened, startling you. Without thinking you bit down on his thumb, drawing blood.

“You little slut” he seethed. “I’m gonna make you pay for that one.

You tried to run toward the house but his arms wrapped around you before you could. You struggled the best you could but it was no use, he threw you on the ground. Yo tried to back up but he caught your ankle.

“You filthy whore, somebody forgot to wear panties today. It’s like you knew the only thing your good for is a decent fuck.

You knew screaming was useless, Lester probably couldn’t hear you over the sound of the blonde anyway. You shut your eyes tight and tried your best to push down your emotions. To think that it was Bo on top of you right now, to think you were in bed, to think you wanted this. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed and frankly you didn’t want to know. You were confused when something wet hit your face. Then suddenly you felt a weight on your chest.

“Get off of her you asshole” you heard Bo’s voice yell.

Without a second thought you opened your eyes, but quickly wish you hadn’t. Bo dragged this man’s body off you and roughly threw him to the ground. His throat was slit but he was still breathing. He squirmed as Bo kicked him but his eyes stayed locked on yours. You couldn’t look away, far to shocked to do anything. You watched as his eye went lifeless. You should have been happy, but you felt nothing. Or maybe you felt too much. You didn’t realise you were crying till rough hands caressed your face.

“Hey don’t look at him, ok, look at me. You’re safe now”

Your heart shattered when you met Bo’s eyes. When you saw how much fear, and anger and love swirled around in them.

“I ain’t ever gonna let anyone hurt ya like that again ya hear?”

You tried to ignore the presence looking behind you but you couldn’t. You looked over your shoulder to see Vincent dragging the body across the cement, not being careful like he usually was. No this man wasn’t worthy of becoming a sculpture, at best he’d be good for the wolves. When Vincent saw you looking his way he paused. You slowly lifted up his mask just high enough to see his mouth and gave you a soft, kind smile. You don’t know why but it helped. You turned your attention back to Bo.

“Lester’s inside with the girl, you should go check on him.”

“Lester can handle himself he’s a big boy. I’m not leaving you here, not like this.”

Bo hesitated before trying to touch you. He knew what it felt like for people to see you at your most vulnerable. You saw Bo instinctively reach for his wrist scars. This broke you. You body writhed with sobs.

“I’m gonna pick you up now” Bo announced.

You body ached as he pulled you to his chest.

“I’m gonna get you all cleaned up, ya don’t have to talk about it if ya don’t want to.”

“Bo?”

“Yes Sweetheart?”

“I love you.” You confessed. “Stay with me?”

You never did hear his answer as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. The rocking of his footsteps and warmth of his body comforting you.

“Always” he spoke.

AN: ahh, that got darker than I thought it would. Obviously read with caution as the subject matter can be very triggering. If you’ve ever gone through something like this, I am so sorry, and I’m always here if you need to vent. Stay safe out there everyone.

[trashyswitch]

The Useless Hiding Place

Michael is hiding under the desk, trying to escape the animatronics that were after him. But that didn't really go as planned...

Michael was sitting under the desk, waiting for the animatronics to leave him alone. Evil beings, trying to disturb him while he worked…

The desk thing he was under, had a metal door crafted into it. He was currently trying to keep it closed.

But the animatronics kept peering through the holes in the metal, and kept opening up the doors. It was scary. Very scary.

“Hello in there…” Someone said…

‘Oh no...Please! Stay away! Get away from me!’ Michael was thinking to himself…

Michael waited patiently for the animatronics to leave…

And then:

“Someone is inside…” Someone said next.

Michael widened his eyes. Oh no…

Quickly, the door started to slide open! Michael bit his lip and tried to drag it back into place. NO! This is MY HIDING PLACE! BACK OFF!

The door stopped dragging outwards, and Michael pushed the door back over to the other side. Phew...that was close.

Little sounds and clangs could be heard…

Then the door started to slide open again! OH NO! Michael tried to hold onto it tightly, Come on, stupid door! STAY! STAY DAMN YOU!

The door stopped sliding open, and Michael was able to slide it back over. But quickly, the door started to slide open all over again! OH GOD! NOT AGAIN! Michael tried to hold onto the door as best he could, but it was still sliding open!

Come on! Slide back to the other side! Stay there, maybe?!

The door kept on sliding. He just couldn’t hold it! It was impossible! Next to impossible!

Then, something grabbed his foot!

“Gotcha~” The animatronic, whatever it was, yanked his foot out from under the desk and tried to pull him out more. But Michael was holding on tightly.

“What’s this?” another animatronic asked.

“A shoe.” The animatronic said. It sounded like it was talking to itself…

Michael covered his mouth and tried to keep his breathing under quiet control. He had a foot...He had his foot...But what was he gonna do with it?

He felt one of the shoelaces get pulled out of the bow on his shoe. Were they...taking the shoe off? Uuuuh...Why?

Before Michael could think about why, the shoe was pulled off his foot, revealing his socked foot.

“What is this?” One animatronic asked.

“Foot…” The other one said.

Wait a second...There were TWO OF THEM!?

“Oooh! Foot.” The animatronic said.

He knew the whole time they were talking about his foot…

“What should we do?” The animatronic asked.

Michael widened his eyes as he felt a finger poking his foot. It finally dawned onto him that the foot was gonna distract the animatronics for a while.

“Poke…poke…” The animatronic said as it poked the foot.

Michael, with a slight smile growing on him, looked through the gap on his right.

From what he could see, there were animatronic...babies? Touching his foot right now! Michael, as to not cause any issue, covered up his flashlight and switched it off quietly.

The blue eyes of the animatronics were able to be seen in the dark...in fact, they lit up! So considering Michael could see their eyes, it was obvious they were observing his foot.

It almost looked...toddler like! And...kinda cute?? If that’s the correct word for it???

But quickly, all thoughts blanked out the moment he felt scratching against the bottom of his foot. “Tickle tickle…” The animatronic whispered.

Oh no...OH NO...OH HELL NAW! Michael really badly wanted to pull his foot away. But if he did, it would alert them to his presence!

“The toes are wiggling…” Someone said.

‘Um...YEAH! CAUSE YOU’RE LITERALLY TICKLING MY FOOT!’ Michael thought.

One of the animatronics touched his toe. “Try up here.”

One hand winded up on the ide of his foot, while the other hand- OHGODNO-

Michael squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip hard. They were tickling right under his big toe! It tickled so badly, and he couldn’t help himself: He squeezed his toes. His breathing was becoming hitched and shallow.

“The foot moves...” One of the animatronics said.

“My turn!” The other one said, pushing its animatronic friend out of the way and scratching its fat fingers under his foot.

Michael lost all his breath as quietly as he could possibly make it. It tickled like a son of a bitch! It felt like 2 tiny back scratchers were scratching at his foot!

“Tickle tickle…” The animatronic whispered.

“I hear him…” The other animatronic whispered.

Michael clamped down on his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut desperately. These evil tiny animatronics!

“Let’s tickle till he giggles.” one animatronic giggled.

Oh no...they weren’t gonna let him go…

“Let’s break him…” The other animatronic whispered.

Before Michael could do anything:

Two, I repeat TWO! pairs of hands, started tickling all over his poor foot.

Michael shook his head and silently lost all his breath again. And he just couldn’t get his breath back without snorting! And snorts make noise!

He had no idea how long of this he could take.

“Funny...They haven’t lost interest yet...what are you doing to make them interested?” Baby suddenly asked through the speaker.

Michael couldn’t breathe...he had to do something to breathe!

He finally breathed in, snorting in the process.

“It’s working...more more more!” The amimatronic told the other.

Suddenly, the tickling on his foot went faster and faster! Michael finally wheezed out loud. It was way too much for him to handle without making some sort of noise.

“What is happening?” Baby asked on the speaker.

Michael was giggling as quietly as he could with a huge grin on his face. It was so ticklish, so overwhelming, that he was struggling to even hold it in anymore. The laughter had broken free of his lungs, and was threatening to take control.

“Kitchy kitchy koo…” the animatronic said with a giggle.

“Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle.” the other animatronic said.

Michael started lightly pounding his hand into the ground. It was so light, yet so much for the poor man to handle!

But then: It all stopped!

All of it!

No tickles, no giggles, no whispering!

Just...silence.

Michael breathed silently and deeply, and started to try and pull his foot back over. But something was on his leg!

Wait! WAS THAT THE-

Michael let out a loud, high-pitched squeal as the 4 hands tickled his foot all over again.

“AAhaaaahahahaaaa!” Michael laughed, finally losing his composure.

“Success!” The animatronic said.

“Keep going!” The other animatronic said.

Michael finally broke. It took a long time, but the man finally broke open.

“I hear laughter...How peculiar…” She muttered.

“HEhehehehelp! Ihihihit’s sohohoho tihihicklihihish!” He begged.

“Nom on the toes.” One of the animatronics ordered.

“Nomming.” The other animatronic said.

Then the worst kind of torture started to take place: Toe nibbling and toe tickles! The animatronic was clamping up and down on the toes, almost fast enough to be considered nibbling, while the other animatronic tickled under his toes with its nubby fingers!

“AAAAhahahahaha! HAHAHAHAAA! NOT THERE! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!’ Michael laughed his head off.

“Bidlybabs. Come here.” Baby ordered.

The bidybabs, as they were called, stopped tickling and looked around.

“Baby.” the first one called.

“She calls.” the second one said.

“But human.” The first one mentioned.

“Don’t.” Baby warned.

Michael pulled his shoeless foot back into the hiding place and crawled out. But then:

The Bidybab jumped onto Michael’s chest and SCARED THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF MICHAEL!

The Bidybabs snuck under Michael’s shirt and started digging into Michael’s belly. Michael squealed and threw his head back, laughing. “NOHohohoho!” Michael lost his composure once again as his upper back hit the ground. “STAHAHahahahap!” Michael laughed.

“Disobedient minions!” Baby yelled.

Michael squealed and giggled all over the place. “IHIHIHIT’S FIHIHIHINE! THEHEHEY’RE JUHUHUST TIHIHICKLIHIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE!” He laughed heavily.

“I know.” Baby told him.

Baby ended up leaving the bidybabs to their own devices. They were meant to help kids calm down around the huge animatronics. But this was not a good method of calming them down. It was only doing the opposite effect!

However, Baby didn’t mind listening to the man’s echoing laughter. It reminded her of a younger, high-voiced Michael. It sounded very similar to his laugh when she was alive. And honestly, what’s wrong with a little tickling?

[fezho]

Home | Fexi - ch.8 - Down Bad For You

Warnings: swearing, lol, drug use/talk etc, anything you’d expect from Fez/Ash/Lexi etc it will probs show up

Chapter 8: Down Bad For you

Chap summary: Fez drops Lexi home and finally meets Suze.

Lexi goes to visit Fezco at the store but he ain’t working…..

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Rue’s voice:

That night Fezco dropped Lexi home.

They were reeling from a high.

One of the best highs each had felt in a long time.

And no drug was involved.

The moment Fezco took her hand Lexi felt like her heart would burst.

And since then, the feeling hasn’t stopped.

The same went for Fezco.

The feeling from her hand in his was a new one and it was intoxicating.

He still felt heat on his cheeks from thinking about it.

Smiling, laughing, talking to each other in the car.

They enjoyed their peaceful, unbroken, pure time together.

——

Fezco insisted walking her to her front door again.

“Fezco, you don’t have to-“ Lexi began to protest as he also got out of the car.

“Naw, naw. Someone could come and snatch you up from me.” He let out. He realised what he said and let out a little chuckle and looked down at the floor shyly.

Lexi smiled to him as they picked up each other’s pace and walked towards the front door.

“Thank you again, for a lovely night. I had a lot of fun.”

Fez nodded his head and quickly glanced at her. “Ye, me too. Me and Ash usually have movie nights and shit. So, um…you should come by some more and, like…join us? If-if you’d like.” Lexi watched him as he kept glancing at her face then at anything else.

What they didn’t realise was Suze had opened the door and was stood there with a glass of wine in her hand.

Lexi notice that Fezco stood a little straight as he looked at someone who was behind her.

“Well, did you have a nice time?” Suze asked.

Lexi quickly turned around to her mom. “Oh, hi mom. Yeah, I did….” she was wondering what the fuck to say.

“Um…Hello Mrs. Howard. I…um…I’m a friend of Lexi’s. Fezco ma’am. Nice to meet you.”

Suze heard how he asked her daughter to join him and someone else for movie nights at his. And she had to admit it, hearing this poor sod stutter and shyly ask her daughter was damn cute.

“Fezco……interesting name. And nice to meet you, too. Um….Fezco…I wanted to say thank you for helping out Lexi tonight. I really appreciate it. Thank you for being a gentleman.”

Lexi was stunned for words. Her mom stood there actually like a normal mom.

Fezco let out his usual chuckle laugh and bowed his head to the floor a little. “Naw, no problem. Lexi knows she can stand by me any time.

And thanks for the compliment. Much appreciated ma’am.”

Lexi was looking at him as he spoke and when he glanced at her when he said stand by me she smirked back to him.

“Have a good night Mrs. Howard. And I hope to see you soon Lexi. G’night.” And he smiled to them both as Lexi walked up the porch to her mom who raised her glass to Fez. “You too sweetie.”

Once Lexi was inside she was expecting her mom to say something. To say something about him, anything bad, a sarcastic comment, anything negative, she was waiting for it for some reason.

But she didn’t, Suze just stood there and sipped some wine. And looked past Lexi to the door and pointing a finger.

“I like him.”

And with that she went to the living room and sat down in front of the TV.

———————————-

Lexi’s eyes went to the shop as it came into view. She was riding her bike back from school after having another after school rehearsal.

She could drop in and say hi…..

Without even thinking much more about it she was pulling up into the car park, placing her bike against the wall of the fire exit like she usually would.

Walking in the store she smiled, excited to see Fezco just sat about working. She suddenly froze in place when she saw Ashtray sat on the counter, leaning back against the cigarettes, typing on his phone.

Oh fuck.

She didn’t know why but she didn’t know how to actually speak to Ashtray. He was very serious for a kid and didn’t really talk much to her.

He looked up from his phone when he noticed whoever entered the store not say anything or even move. He looked at Lexi standing there, she looked a little surprised and taken back.

He let out a snort of laughter which took her by surprise even more, he looked back at his phone. ”Fezco ain’t working today.”

Lexi’s mouth opened and closed. “I….er….actually I came for a-a drink.”

Ashtray snorted again and nodded. “Ye, sure. Like you did the time Jacobs came to the store.”

He put his phone in his pocket and looked at her.

Lexi looked around the store with her eyes and then let out a sigh. “Fine. You got me.” She walked closer to him as he sat there hands clasped together in his lap.

“You real caught up on him huh?” He asked.

She shrugged then crossed her arms as she leaned back on the fridge. “Maybe.”

“And he’s down bad for you.”

Lexi’s guarded stance eased a little as she let her arms fall to her sides. “Wait. Really?”

Ash shook his head. “You too really are dense. Didn’t you two watch a movie together the other night? Singing and shit? Fuck.”

“You two watch movies together too right?”

“Ye, but we’re brothers. He just sits there and watches. He don’t fucking sing or cry. After he got back I didn’t see him smile so much to himself before. Shit was weird.”

Lexi smiled to herself.

“See? You’re doing that shit too.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head again. “You two got it bad.”

Lexi felt her cheeks begin to burn and let out an awkward laugh. “Well….um, don’t you like anyone like that?”

Ashtray looked at her as if she’d grown a second head. “I ain’t got time for that shit. I’m making sure the mortgage gets paid off, we don’t get into any trouble, and making sure sales are pushed.”

Lexi felt suddenly sad.

“Don’t you….don’t you ever like, just do kid stuff? Like, do you miss being just a kid?”

Ashtray’s usual serious face eased for a moment, but only just slightly before he shook his head again. “It’s all I’ve ever known. Nothing to miss.”

Lexi’s heart felt heavy all of a sudden. She wanted to help and protect him. He had nothing like a real childhood but was thrown into the lion’s den, just like Fezco. They didn’t have a normal life at all.

“Fezco invited me to join you guys to watch movies sometime….I…er….I hope that’s okay.” Lexi looked away from Ashtray’s stare.

“Sure.”

She looked back up to him. “Wait, really?”

He raised his slit eyebrow to her reaction and didn’t say anything.

Lexi blinked and awkwardly stood there. “Oh. I…I thought you didn’t like me being around or was getting annoyed with…” her voice died down when she realised she was rambling on.

“If I didn’t like you, you would know by now.” He replied back which surprised her. The serious, quiet, very protective little brother of Fezco, liked her.

She felt a little proud that he did. Like she got through that tough exterior.

“Oh….good.” She smiled.

“You gonna buy summin or not?” Ashtray’s voice broke her little proud bubble.

[fluffwritingcorp]

HI HELLO!! if ur in the mood, could we pretty please get some headcanons towards hanma about taking him to a festival?? since it's festival season here and already basically summer, i'd love to hear what you think would happen towards this!! super fluffy if that's okay, ur so talented and loved!! — 🐏

AHHH i love festivals and Hanma what a great combination Sheep anon:)

Route Chosen: Hanma Shuji

Yn Selected: Gn

Warnings: Hanma being Hanma, also Hanma threatening someone, and some cursing

Let the Route Begin!

You were just chilling at Hanma's house sitting on the couch with your boyfriends head in your lap when he knocked against you arm to your attention

"You don't have any plans Saturday right?"

"No why Hanma?"

"Well now you do so don't go making any got it Babe?"

"Wait Hanma what are you planning?"

He gave you a cocky smirk and just turn his head so his face would be in your lap

"Not telling it's a surprise"

"Hanma last time you said that it was because you wanted me to go to a gang meeting because and I quote 'Wanted something pretty to look at'"

"Well yeah Babe what do you want me to do look at Kisaki the entire time? I would much rather look at your cute face"

Hanma refused to tell you anything about these so called plans he had he just told you to dress casual and dress for the warm weather

Saturday came and he picked you up he still wouldn't say anything about the plans he had it wasn't long until you realized he was taking to the festival in town!

"Surprise Babe we're at the festival and I'm paying for everything"

Hanma kept that promise he would buy any food or drink you wanted plus you two rode all the rides there.

As you two were walking and discussing where you wanted to get food at you eyes got caught on a game stand where if you won you got a squishmallow (im obsessed with squsihmallows yall) not only that but it was the really big ones and they had the cow you've been wanting

"Then I told Kisaki he can shut the f- Babe are you paying attention?"

"Huh? Yeah sorry you were talking about Kisaki being a dumbass?"

Hanma's eyes followed yours to see what you were looking at and he noticed the stand that all those stuffed animals that you seemed obsessed with for some reason

"Babe do you want me to win you a squishmellow?"

"... yes"

Hanma pulled you to the stand it was a simple game all he had to do was knock down the bottles and he would win

He paid the guy at the stand and got three balls when Hanma threw them it was a perfect hit except not all of them fell Hanma kept trying but no matter how hard he threw not of the bottles would go down

"Whops sorry about that but it seems like you loose wanna try again?"

"You know what man I'll try again anything my Baby wants they get"

Hanma paid for three more balls and again not all of them would go down. Hanma did this two more times and you could tell he was getting frustrated.

"Hanma it's okay I don't have to have it"

"Naw Babe you're getting that damn cow but I think I'm realizing something"

"What?"

"I'm being cheated I should have guess it but I didn't catch on until about the third time the bottle on the bottom right corner never falls hey man you wanna tell me what that's about?"

The man behind the stand just shrugged his shoulders playing dumb

"No sir I think you're mistaken I haven't rigged anything"

Hanma got close to the guys face pulling his by his collar

"Now listen here man in case you didn't know I'm part of the Valhalla gang and i bet my boys would love to play with someone who's cheated me out of a lot of money or you can go and grab all the cow squishmellows you have and we can both go about our day. Which one are you picking?"

The man was obviously scared of Hanma now and did as he was told he grabbed all the cow squishmallows he had and handed them to him

"Good choice come on Babe grab your winnings"

You and Hanma walked away with all the cow squishmallows

"Shu you didn't have to do that you probably scared that man half to death"

"Okay and? What baby wants baby gets"

You huffed but leaned up and gave Hanma a kiss on the cheek as a thank you

"Hey shu"

"Yes babe?"

"How the fuck are we going to get these home on your motorcycle?"

Hanma paused and turned to look at you he obviously didn't think that one through

"Fuck"

I hope you enjoy it baby! I had a lot of fun with this one!

[bby-d1p]

Chapter 1!

Date: August 2,2017

Time: 8:04 am

P.O.V: LaMelo

Location: 📍BBB Estate📍

"ughhhhh!" I groaned and rolled over at the sound of my ugly older Zo brother pounding on my door for me to get ready for school. "tell him to get up he won't listen to anyone else but you and big baller. And as you can see big baller ain't here." "What if he doesn't remember me- it has been two years Zo."I got closer to my door listening to the odd conversation outside of it. Whoever Zo was talking to had a HEAVY New York accent."Ay melo get u- ow!?!"i yelled as i felt the hard wood hit me face "oh my bad" A lightskin girl said. She had to be about 5'4, her hair was out in its natural dark brown curly fro. She had piercings and tattoos all over. She's pure pressure not gonna lie "I know i'm cute but you done staring down at me, we do have school?" she said. "uh why would I be taking you to school I don't even know your name let alone how you got in my house?" I asked genuinely confused. "Zo I told you he wouldn't remember me!" She yelled down the hall."oh well" Zo yelled back, I gave her a confused look. "Wait are you deadass right now?" she asked her voiced cracked in the smallest way. "Uh yea ion think we've met before." I said still confused. "oh I'm Azlia but you can call me Azi."She stared at me for a little longer than usual."No I wanna call you mamas " I said smirking and pulling her close "Ion think ya girl would be okay with that." Azi said laughing and pushing me off her. I already love her laugh and I just met her. "Ion got a girl what is you talking about?" I asked. "Melo stop playing and come downstairs." She said grabbing her bookbag "I made pancakes , sausage and eggs your plate is in the microwave ." Azi said running down the stairs "Thanks" I smiled"No problem." She returned it."Damn Azi you got him using his manners he ain't said that since 08 " Zo said. "How is Denise  doing." I said while flicking him off " Pretty swell actually" He said smiling."um no she actually  mad at you right now."I said laughing "fuck you" I scrunched my face up."no thanks save that for- wait you can't even save those two inches for Denise"Zo chased me around the kitchen counter."Shut up  bitch" Azi was dying the whole time "I'll see you at school Melo ok." Azi said grabbing her keys and wiping her tears from laughing. "why don't we just take the lambo?" I asked . "Um I don't think you little girlfriend would be okay with that. " Azi said laughing bring this 'girlfriend' up once again. "Um what little girlfriend." I said "you serious?" Azi and Zo said at the same time. "Yea I don't have a girlfriend" I said laughing. "Pops melo said he don't got a girlfriend.I heard she clipped you." Zo said laughing. Some bald man walked in and said " melo what are you talking about you and Ashley broke up? He asked with a confused look on his face "I don't know who you or this Ashley is."I raised an eyebrow."Boy if you don't stop playing and take yo ass to school." He said in a serious tone. "Momma who tf is this in the kitchen." I asked "hold on moms I'm coming." Zo said as he went towards the living room. "you better watch ya mouth wild boy" he said "Aye bald bitch- " Before I could even finish ,Azi have covered my mouth which I wasn't expecting because I'm 6'5 and she's 5'4. "Momma who is this and why do you have to walk with a cane?"My voice cracked "Melo? You....ok?" She asked her words were spaced apart and she was stuttering . "Yes no I don't know I wake with zo banging on my door, then Azi a girl that I barely know no offense, "none taken", hits me in the face with my own door, some random man is in the house, you have a cane and your words are spaced apart and you're stuttering ." I said rambling with tears threatening the brim of my eyes. No one said anything they all just stared at me. There were three knocks on the door and Zo had beat Gelo to it zo flicked him of and started dancing "hey babe" some girl i'm assuming was Ashley walked through the door. Zo sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. Gelo snickered. "Why are you here?" Ashley asked Azi with slight annoyance in her voice. She was cute I guess but she wasn't anything compared to Azi "I'm here because i'm wanted to be here can't say the same about you though." Azi said shrugging he shoulders Zo, mom, and Gelo snickered "ughh whatever" Ashley said rolling her eyes. Azi didn't looked fazed at all."If yall are tryna prank me it ain't workin. idk who you are so don't call me babe, the only person i want to call me that is Azi." I said Azi I both blushed but tried to hide it by looking at her toes those perfect little toes.I an into toe-suckin ight but if I was damn "Huh" everybody I palmed myself in the face "Thinking out loud " I said shrugging my shoulders."Melo, baby you alright?" this Ashley girl but this timed she tried to kiss me. "aye bruh Ion know who you are but you need to chill with allat." I said annoyed "I'm out man Azi you coming?" I asked "uh no I can take my car I'll be fine" She with a genuine look on her face. I got in hopped in my lambo and Ashley soon came running and knocking on my window. "What? I asked. "I thought we were going to school together." "um no were not I don't know who you are." I said pulling off and driving to school.Soon Going Bad by Meek Mill Featuring Drake filled the speakers of my car. I saw Azi pull up next to me at a red light blasting the same song. I motioned for her to roll her window down. "What ?" She asked "first if you wanna be like me just say that, second-naw don't do that if anything you wanna be like me" she said cutting me off. "uh excuse me ma'am; second , if I win this race I get to take out on a date." I said smiling showing my pink and green braces. "No ya lil girlfriend would not like that." she said I rolled my eyes "She is not my girlfriend!" I said hitting the steering wheel"Ok whatever you say just know yo ass finna get blasted in this race." She said cockily before I could even say anything back she rolled her window up. It was a strait shot to Chino so there aren't any turns or anything. Azi started revving her engine so I started revving my too. As soon as the light hit green we zoomed off. she cut me off and I as taken back a little by the way she was switching lanes. Azi can drive her ass off. I wasn't gone let her punk me like that so I had to drive past her just to be funny. I saw her flipping me off through my rearview mirror and I laughed to myself about how goofy she is. As soon as I pulled into the Chino parking lot I saw Azi's green car parked in my usual spot. "looks like you can't take me out on a date". Azi said cocky manner and popping her invisible collar. I hopped out my car. "Um I do what I want I'm gonna take you on a date" i said wrapping my arms around my waist and burying my face in neck kissing it a little. I don't know why but I felt like I had a strong connection to this girl somehow. We were at my locker by now."Dip chill"she moaned a little "You can't be grabbing on me like you used to you got a girl ok."She huffed "I don't have a girl me and Ashley never dated and if we did or still do were over i'm gonna tell her after school!" I said annoyed I heard sniffles behind me "If that's how you feel melo then so be it." Ashley said. "No that's not what I meant.I don't remember anything at all." I said annoyed once again. "I don't want to sound harsh or break your heart but when I feel a certain way I'm gonna explain how I feel.I'm sorry but Ashley but when I'm with you I don't feel anything." "Melo chill out I'm not worth fighting for, You and Ashley are well were together until you said what you said I can't get tangled up in your mess again." Azi said with her voice cracking once again. "why do you think that? when i'm with you I feel something that I think that I've felt before. I just I can't remember anything I'm tired of having to choose between people over and over again." I said with tears threatening my eyes. why am I being so emotional? "I need to get to class." Azi and I said at the same time. I swear I'm falling in love with this girl already.We laughed and went our separate ways. Ashley just stood there looking dumb.

Science

"Mr.Ball you're late." My science teacher said I sucked my teeth and kept it pushing my day was already being fucked up. I heard heels clicking behind me "Yo you good?" My teacher asked me "Yea? how old are you?You don't sound like a teacher" I asked. she started dying "melo you a fool bruh for real is everything ok?" "I just said I'm fine can you just go back to teaching." I said with an attitude.There were ooo's going all around the classroom. "Melo ion know what you got going on today but you need to fix. Ian never have I won't have a problem with sending you to the office." she said she sound like she was from New Orleans. I rolled my eyes and went to my seat. "Aye melo you good bruh" some bronwskin boy asked me.He had a nose peircing and half his dreads were red and the other side black. "uh yea" I said keeping it cool and giving signals ian wanna talk. "ight whatever you say dip." he said shrugging his shoulders. "how do you know my- uh nevermind my day is already shitty enough." i said i plugged my headphones and started watching Trollhunters on Netflix not caring about what was going on.

Azila pov

Math

"why are you late Ms.Williams?" my math teacher questioned me. "oh my bad I had to deal with something before class." I said shrugging my shoulders.I'm already over this day. I can't get myself wrapped up in his mess not again, I have to figure out what's wrong with melo he's seemed so off this morning.

SKIP SCHOOL

Melo Pov

"You trippin ian finna go over there ion know them people." I said pissed my day has just been bad all around. "your going...ok." Mommy said .

After two hours of being around people I didn't know, i finally got home. "To prove there is nothing wrong with me why don't we go to the doctor?" I proposed "come on mommy let's go to the doctor " i said with puppy eyes "no" she mushed me "mommmmmmyyyyy pleaaasseeee" I asked annoying her on purpose again."ugh fine" mommy said. Out of nowhere Ashley facetimed me "How do you have my number?"I raised an eyebrow "listen dip I don't know what's going on with you but you need to cut the act. You've been so distant lately and I wanna know why." "I haven't been acting distant I just met you this morning." I hung up and walked towards the car.

15 mins later

"The Ball family,your number room is 082200"

"ooou my birthday" i said dancing "me-lo" my mom just laughed I love when she's happy.

We all got up and walked towards the door

"Hi I'm doctor Amanda Johnson and what will we be discussing today?" She asked, she was really perky, a little too perky "Well melo here started acting unusual this morning".The bald dude said touching my shoulder I started to yank away but mommy gave me that look. "How"? "Well he was saying-Let Lamelo" talk she cut off gelo. he stared in disbelief "I don't think I was acting weird.I woke up to get ready for school and zo and this girl Azi were talkin outside my door and the she hit me in the face with it. I asked her who she was yadayadayada apparently that bald dude is my dad and I got in to it with my science teacher who im guessing i was cool with?." I said recapping everything that happened this morning. "Ok um I'll need to do just a little check up height, weight, the usual." she said I stood up out the chair "holy sh- um how old are you?" she gulped you could hear how intimidated she was when I stood up. "I'm 16." I said nonchalantly."sixte- nevermind lonzo can you help me with the stadiometer" she was like 4'11 "sure" zo said in a weird tone. I sat on the little bed thing. She checked my heartbeat and allat good stuff. "Everything seems to be fine." she said hopping off the stool and started typing away on he desktop."Hmmmmm" The doctor said with a blank stare looking at the computer that's why I hate doctors you never know what they're saying smh. "?Well?" I said "Well there might be a scan that we can do next week to see what's going on with you because that "bald dude" is your dad in fact".She put quotations around bald dude and gave me a weird look. "lady no disrespect but i'm pretty sure i'd remember who my dad is." I said returning her confused look zo slapped the back of my head."ow" I whispered rubbing the back of my head. "Alright I'll see you guys next week." "th-thank you! mommy said.

Later...

Azlia Pov

"Uhh yea oh wait let's get the purple confetti instead." I said to Lee. Today is my mom's birthday so I'm tryna go all out. "Target has better balloons and candles." I said walking out of Walmart "Azi we've been to 8 stores already, are you sure?"Lee said laughing "Yes I'm serious, Mom is turning 42 we gotta go bi-" Before i could finish my sentence my phone started ringing.Incoming cal from Him💕 "Yes?" I smiled"nothing I just wanted to see you're face" he said laughing I rolled my eyes . Before lee could say some shit I muted the phone."Is tha- Yes it is lee now mind the business that pays you" I laughed and unmuted. "why'd you mute ma?" he questioned "Lee was saying outta pocket shit about how I'm always at target." I said rolling my eyes. "You literally got to target Every day!" Melo exclaimed "You in my business don't do that." I laughed"I'll call you later ok? Alright byebye." I hung up"It's his contact name still being him with the heart for me." Lee shut up and help me look for balloons" I said laughing."Tell me why simi just texted me and said: Ik you at target or Walmart get me sum gummywors" I laughed

Aziiiiiii😒

Fuckkk no

                                          Simi😊👎

Azi rs stop playing

Aziiiiii😒

Fine troli or Haribo?

                                                  Simi 😊👎

              Troli🙏

Aziiiii

Sike you thought hoe😊

                                     Simi😊👎

fuck you monae

Azi😒

Ahhhhhh not the middle name💀😔

read 5:14 pm

Fine i'll get you some

*not delivered*

Simi?

*not delivered*

Aye ho- I mean simii?😃

*not delivered*

Azi

tell simi unblock me or he aint gettin shit

                                                                    Teneal😘

just like that bett!💀

Teneal😘 sent a voice message

"Azi said unblock her or you aint getting shit. Im tellin momma" She laughed and Simi yelled

[puppyrazzi]

So a general rundown of what happened:

They did what's called a Meckel's scan which checks for Meckel's diverticulum which is a bit of stomach, acid producing tissue in a random place in the intestines. That looked suspicious but when they ended up doing the 3d scan it looks like just artifact. Possibly I moved just a bit and the machine for mad.

They did blood tests which included lactate (normal within a day) and CRP (14 mg/L, then 18, then 20, then a day or two gap, then 31), and a C1 Esterase Inhibitor which was double the upper limit. Not sure entirely what that means for me/the doctors weren't sure.

They sent away some specialized tests for porphyria and a few others I think which have an 11 day turnaround. I'll get those results sometime next week.

They weren't overly dismissive of my issue (except one asshole who kept cutting me off mid sentence when I tried to explain my symptoms which, to any aspiring medical professionals, never do that. It's rude, you miss vital information sometimes, it makes your patient feel like you aren't listening to what the problem is, and it makes the patient lose confidence in how closely you are actually paying attention to their care.) And there was talk of doing a colonoscopy but they want to wait for things to settle down a bit and do it as an outpatient just in case this is just an acute gastroenteritis worsening a pre existing issue.

So the diagnosis is non existent but possibly:

Inflammatory bowel disease

Chronic pancreatitis

Something else?

The doctor who discharged me today was nice. She actually sat down and talked and listened. A+ she said we might never figure it out and she needs to be realistic about how much she can do (I get flare ups now and then so it's sort of chronic but way worse this past year and past couple months). Realistic with herself and with me. She sounded genuinely sorry that she couldn't figure it out this time but also told me if this is something new, sometimes it can take a bit for the diagnosis to be clear. I appreciate her honesty.

Anyways, onto the little stories.

One of the nurses who put in my iv (she's a nurse who pretty much just does ultrasound guided nursing procedures like IVs) was from Scotland. I was so sure she was going to be like "Naw, I'm from Wales" or some nonsense. But nope, bang on. Took a bit to pin down the accent in my mind. Not enough lilt to be Irish, not deep enough vowels to be Welsh, not long enough vowels to be English. So we chatted about BBC shows. She also liked Call the Midwife but stopped watching after season 3 but I was like it sucks for like half a season and then it picks back up. And she said she likes Shetland, which is fabulous. We also talked a bit of smack about the nurse who tried to put in an IV on the underside of my wrist and got mad when I flinched and she missed it. She had hit a nerve and damn that hurts and your whole hand goes numb and like lightning up your hand. And then the nurse who hit a nerve had the absolute audacity to bitch about me to another nurse directly out front of my door where I could hear them. Good nurse and I agreed that like it's fine to complain about a patient but like not where they can hear you? Like go gossip at the nursing station or the med room, not just outside the patient's room. Good nurse asked if I called them out on it and I didn't. It felt so awkward. Good nurse was like "I totally would have"

A nurse called me cute and said I have a cute face! I was squinting because of the pain and she made me laugh which hurt a bit but she had this "wow that's gorgeous" look when I laughed which was very good for the ego lul.

While I was gone, Sam slept with Chris and hung out with Chris exclusively until Sunday at which point Chris went to his parents to do his taxes. Then Sam switched to Dallas. Dallas told me Sam is a very polite bedmate. He said the first night Sam pawed at his shoulder and did the disgruntled huff. He said he was about to get up and let him out but the moment Dallas lifted the blankets, Sam dove under them. So that was a mystery solved. And then in the morning Sam will sit and grumble and paw occasionally so that he can be let out. It's this little "excuse me... Hate to be a bother sir/ma'am but I would like to go outside now please if that isn't too much trouble"

Sam begged for his other salmon roll and Chris gave in but Sam didn't chew it even a little bit. He just buried it all over the house. One day he brought it in to Dallas's room and buried it in the blankets on his bed. Dallas said he went to sleep and this was before Sam swapped sleeping partners and laid down on the salmon roll. He put it out in the living room for Sam to have in the morning.

And finally, I saved the cutest for last. Sam brought his sweater over to Chris deliberately. Chris held it up and Sam basically put it on himself and would run any time someone would try to take it off. I think that is so cute and such an excellent step in knowing if he wants clothes on or off. Currently I just ask him but if he can indicate the clothes he wants to wear and when he really wants them off? That's massive.

[dweetwise]

yes hello, i’m back on my riconti bullshit again, this time with a cute prompt fill from @dailyau by @hcpelesshcney about fire alarms and sharing a blanket ❤️

i’m also trying something new with splitting a fic into chapters!

ship: felix x ace warnings: briefly mentioned internalized homophobia word count: 3700

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Where there’s smoke, there’s fire (part 1)

It's surprising just how scattered the human brain becomes during a crisis.

When Felix was woken from his restless sleep in the hotel bed by a blaring fire alarm, he'd bolted out of the bed and scrambled out into the hallway without second thought. He'd probably even left the door to his room wide open, with his wallet, passport, phone and laptop all neatly arranged on the desk for anyone to walk by and steal.

And now he's standing in the parking lot in the chilly late summer night, dressed in nothing but his pajama pants and a t-shirt. His socks were drenched as soon as he stepped outside, running straight into a puddle while hurrying to get away from the potential fire.

At least he's not alone in the stressful predicament. There's plenty of other people around, looking just as lost and dazed as him, having been forced to evacuate the hotel in the middle of the night. Most have been sensible enough to bring their jackets and shoes, a couple of kids even huddling beneath a hotel duvet.

And since there's no sign of a fire or even any smoke, Felix feels like an idiot for not having the foresight to bring something to warm him up.

The firefighters have just arrived at the scene and are preparing to search the building for the source of the alarm. Felix tries not to shiver even more as he relents to the fact that they're still going to be stuck out there for quite some time.

The crowd in the parking lot is loud, families and partners gossiping amongst themselves, some people even arguing with the staff members about ruining their vacation. Felix wishes they'd just shut up, more than happy to forget this ever happened if he'd just get to curl back under the warm covers of his bed instead of freezing out here.

This trip just kept getting worse. Not only had he been forced to come on only a day's notice, taking over Lauren's business trip across the Atlantic when she'd unexpectedly caught a cold. He’d also had to take a shitty flight route with two extra stops, and his last flight had been no less than six hours late.

When he’d finally arrived at the hotel and started trying to sleep off the massive jet lag after barely getting any sleep on the plane, he'd been rudely awakened by an emergency. And now, to add insult to injury, he’s gone from the threat of burning to death to freezing to death.

“Hey,” a voice says from right beside him, making Felix jolt in surprise over being distracted from his internal pity party.

He sees a man standing next to him, wrapped in a hotel-issued blanket, looking up at him with curious brown eyes and a pleasant smile.

Felix racks his brain for if he knows this man or not, but draws up a blank, the tiredness and cold making his thoughts feel sluggish. The man is shorter than Felix and looks a little older, if the laugh lines and grey hair are anything to go by.

“You look cold,” the man says. “Wanna share my blanket?”

As the man lifts the fabric just the slightest bit in invitation, mortification hits Felix. Not only is his shivering noticeable enough to warrant someone taking pity on him, he's being offered physical contact from a stranger.

Isn't it a weird thing to offer, especially to another man? Does he somehow know that Felix is gay? Is he making fun of him? Or is it just an American thing? Wouldn't it be weirder for Felix not to accept, since the man has noticed how much he’s freezing?

“Alright,” the man says when Felix isn't replying, lowering the bedding in surrender. “My bad, I just thought—"”

“Yes,” Felix says, interrupting him.

“Uh…” the man says, understandably confused by Felix's social awkwardness.

“Yes, I want to sh-share,” Felix says, another full-body shiver wracking his body.

“Oh! Sure,” the man grins happily, and then he's suddenly very close, shoulder bumping against Felix's chest, and a corner of the blanket is thrown haphazardously over Felix's shoulder.

“T-thank you,” Felix stammers, both from the nerves and the cold, grabbing the soft cotton fabric and pulling it tighter against himself.

And causing the stranger to stumble even closer from the momentum.

“Sure, don't mention it,” the man grins, like he's not now pressed against a stranger's side from shoulder to hip.

Embarrassed as Felix feels, both the blanket and the person attached to it are warm. Felix has to stop himself from sighing blissfully as the other's body heat starts to warm him up, slowly working away at the chill in his bones.

“Well, since we're gonna be stuck here for a while,” the man muses. “My name's Ace.”

“F-F-Felix,” Felix manages through clattering teeth.

“I'd shake your hand, but I think we're past that stage already,” Ace jokes, and then offers a pleased grin as Felix huffs out a surprised laugh through his nose. “In any case, it’s nice to meet you, Felix,” the man looks up at him and smiles, and Felix's poor, gay heart skips a beat.

Yeah, this is definitely preferable to freezing to death.

“I wonder how long they'll take to find the cause this time,” Ace starts conversationally, while pulling out his phone from the nest of blankets. He sets to what looks like writing a text to someone, not seeming the least bit bothered by their predicament.

“You don't seem very nervous,” Felix observes.

“Not my first rodeo,” Ace looks up and grins. “Probably someone just smoked inside and tripped the alarm. Happens a lot in hotels.”

“D-d-do you travel? A lot?” Felix asks, partly do distract himself from the cold while he gets his body heat up, partly to divert Ace’s attention from his phone.

“You could say that,” Ace says. “What about you? Here on business?”

“Yes,” Felix says, with no small amount of annoyance over being reminded he still has work tomorrow. “Thankfully my meeting isn't until the afternoon.”

“Glad you can get your beauty sleep,” Ace says.

“And hopefully get rid of the jet lag,” Felix comments with a tired sigh.

Ace hums in acknowledgement before going back to his phone message. Felix tries not to take it personally; he knows he's not that interesting to talk to.

Ace is so warm, and it's a little awkward being pressed this close, but embarrassingly enough, Felix finds himself drifting even closer. Ace smells like whiskey and cheap cologne, but somehow, it's oddly comforting. He'd probably been drinking last night—well, technically tonight. Thankfully, he doesn't seem drunk, as Felix doubts he would have had the patience to deal with alcohol-induced rambling.

“Whiskey man, I see,” Felix comments. When Ace looks up from his phone in surprise, Felix realize how weird it is for him to admit to smelling the man.

“I reek that bad, huh?” Ace grins, taking the comment in stride.

“I didn't mean—” Felix flounders to explain.

Damnit, he should just give up on trying to make conversation.

“Wow, lighten up,” Ace says and elbows him playfully under the blanket, adding even more physical contact to their already borderline inappropriate situation.

Felix tries to ignore the fluttering in his gut when he feels Ace's hairy forearm brush against his own. This is more physical contact than he's gotten from another man… probably ever.

“Yeah, I had a few drinks earlier. I'm more of a wine man, but…” Ace seems to ponder. “Sometimes, you've got to try new things.”

Like huddling under a blanket with an attractive stranger, Felix considers.

Suddenly, he almost regrets the blanket blocking his view from seeing more of the man. His body feels firm against Felix's, and his shoulders look defined, though that could just be an illusion from the thick fabric covering them.

“What’s your poison?” Ace asks, following Felix's awkward silence.

“I don't drink much,” Felix lies, like he hasn’t been going through his father’s old liquor collection at an alarming rate for the past year or so. “Uhm… whiskey, I guess. And bourbon.”

He could really, really go for either one right now. Not only would the drinks warm him up, they'd also make him act like an actual human being instead of the stiff robot impression he's currently doing.

“Huh,” Ace comments.

“What?” Felix asks, trying not to get defensive.

“Nothing! I would have pegged you as a beer guy, is all,” Ace muses. “Maybe that's just the accent, though.”

“Sorry,” Felix apologizes. Now hyperaware of his bad pronunciation and extremely German accent, he tries to bury his face deeper into the blanket in embarrassment.

“Naw, hey, come on,” Ace turns toward him as much as the cramped space allows him to. “Your English is amazing! The accent only adds charm.”

Felix looks at Ace's encouraging smile and tries not to think too much about their thighs now pressing together. Ace is clearly waiting for him to say something, but all Felix can focus on is his warm body and striking features.

“Where are you from?” Felix asks instead, trying to place the hint of an accent he thinks he hears.

“Huh. Good catch,” Ace smiles, seeming surprised. “Guess!”

Felix flushes and looks at Ace's eagerly grinning face. It's nighttime, but Ace's skin seems darker than his own, and his features look Mediterranean, reminding Felix of countless business trips to Spain. But the accent…

“Italy?” Felix suggests, and Ace's smile somehow widens even further.

“Close!” Ace says. “Argentina.”

“Ehm…” Felix furrows his brow in confusion, thinking that surely, being a whole continent and world sea off doesn't exactly count as "close".

“My family hails from Italy, and it's my native language,” Ace explains. “So it was a really good guess!”

“Thank you…?” Felix says awkwardly.

“I'd ask what you were doing when the alarm went off, but…” Ace pauses, glancing up at his disheveled hair. “From your outfit choice and the bedhead, I'd put 50 bucks on 'sleeping'."

“You'd be correct,” Felix murmurs, self-consciously poking his hand out from under the blanket to run through his tousled hair. “I'm not very interesting.”

“I think I'll be the judge of that," Ace grins. “If, uh… you don't mind chatting to pass the time?”

“Not at all,” Felix says, hoping he doesn't sound too eager, happy Ace deems him interesting enough to talk to instead of whoever he was texting earlier.

They spend some twenty minutes chatting about mostly insignificant things. But as much as Felix usually hates small talk, he now welcomes it, because Ace is asking him interesting questions instead of just talking about the weather. He appears to genuinely care about Felix's story, and Felix might end up sharing a little too much, from the work stress and business trip he didn't even want to come to, all the way to his relationship that ended a few weeks ago.

Ace seems friendly and pleasant, taking Felix's awkward pauses and nervousness in stride, filling in the silences with stories of his own. Felix hears a lot about the different places he's traveled to, along with some hotel horror stories that make him feel much better about the current fire alarm situation. He manages a few laughs, some merely polite, but some genuinely amused at Ace's over-the-top storytelling.

Eventually, Ace's phone beeps again and he excuses himself and engrosses himself momentarily in the screen, and this time, Felix welcomes the brief break in socializing.

He realizes just how nice this is. It feels like a stroke of luck that only a few short weeks after ending his relationship with his ex-girlfriend and coming out in the process, he'd meet a handsome stranger this eager to cuddle up to him.

Not cuddle up—share a blanket, Felix mentally berates himself.

He glances at Ace out of the corner of his eye, seeing his side profile illuminated by the dim glow from the phone screen. Felix never really considered what his type would be, apart from the all-encompassing "men" that he'd only recently come to accept about himself. But taking in Ace's defined features and the smile that seems to be a permanent part of his face, he's starting to get an idea.

Quickly looking away before Ace catches him staring, Felix suddenly feels almost too warm. He shouldn't get ahead of himself; even though It feels like Ace is being a little too friendly, he hasn't actually made a move, seeming happy just with chatting to kill time.

Felix briefly toys with the idea of placing his hand on Ace's hip in a loose embrace, just to test the waters. He'd never be that brave, but if he was, he'd at least know for sure, even if it would probably end in Ace being disgusted and kicking him out of the blanket cocoon.

But… maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d smile even wider and return the gesture, just as eager as Felix to get even closer. Felix would wrap his arms around him, and they'd stand there cuddling and sharing even more body heat, maybe even kissing—

Shit. This is exactly what his therapist said he shouldn't do, the term "excessive daydreaming" flashing in his mind.

“Sorry,” Ace is saying, turning back to face him and pocketing the phone, completely oblivious to Felix's internal dilemma. “Where were we?”

“I, uh,” Felix stammers.

Was just thinking about kissing you.

“Did I tell you about the time a bunch of college kids decided to set off fireworks in the hotel room next to mine?” Ace offers, saving Felix from floundering for a topic.

“What—why would they…?” Felix asks.

“Well, I'd just gotten back from this extravagant New Years party—” Ace excitedly starts telling yet another story, and Felix keenly starts listening in.

Ace seems to be completely in his element, getting lost in talking about just how fancy the party was, followed by a dramatic retelling of some very incredulously sounding explosions that turned out to be fireworks. Felix keeps listening raptly, not entirely sure about the accuracy of the story, but enjoying seeing the other so happy. The blanket occasionally shifts as Ace tries to gesture with his hands to add to the narration, only to remember that he can't, looking sheepish every time.

Felix has never met someone with such effortless charisma. Ace's voice is rich and pleasant, and Felix briefly zones out while he imagines it talking him to sleep.

It's stupid, and he knows it. He's only known the man for half an hour, and even "knowing" him is pushing it. Felix is only in the country for two more days, and he’s very aware that pursuing anything would be pointless.

But he also knows that given the chance, he wouldn't say no to seeing Ace again. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, the narrowly averted emergency, or simply being far away from home and realizing nobody would ever find out. Either way, he’s feeling more adventurous than usual, the adrenaline in his veins and butterflies in his gut keeping his tired body on high alert.

Too bad he's deathly afraid of rejection and would never dare to ask if the other is interested.

Suddenly, there's the screech of a PA system, and Ace stops mid-sentence, both of them turning to look at a firefighter speaking into a megaphone.

“The fire has been extinguished and the building is now safe. Please return to your rooms,” the fireman announces.

The horde of people immediately start flocking towards the hotel entrance at the same time, creating an annoyed crowd of freezing, grumpy people and managing to clog the entryway immediately.

“I wonder what the cause was,” Felix ponders out loud, not making an effort to move toward the commotion and get stuck between the shoving, complaining people.

“Who cares? We get to not freeze our asses off anymore!” Ace exclaims gleefully.

And Felix realizes they no longer have a reason to stay huddled up together. Reluctantly slipping away from under the blanket, he feels a disappointed pang in his chest over how happy Ace sounds to get rid of him.

“Thank you for lending your blanket,” Felix says, handing his side of the fabric back over to Ace and trying not to shiver as the cold of the night hits his warm skin.

“My pleasure! Thanks for keeping me warm!” Ace quips cheerfully, wrapping the item tighter around himself.

“Ehm… you as well,” Felix says, looking away so Ace doesn't see his face heating up.

“Come on, let's get you inside!” Ace prompts, and then he leans into Felix and shoves him lightly with a blanket-clad shoulder.

It's clearly in an intent to encourage Felix to move, but it still makes newfound hope blossom in his chest. They’re no longer forced to tolerate each other if they don't want to freeze, but Ace still seems far from repulsed by him.

“Right,” Felix says, starting the short trek to the hotel entrance that has thankfully cleared up from people.

“So…” Ace drawls, easily falling into step next to him. “Can I have your number?”

Felix glances at him and blinks in confusion. Is… is Ace asking him out? Or just being polite? Is he going to ask to be added on Facebook too, like all the weird colleagues Felix has met on business trips once and then never heard from again?

“For...?” Felix manages to ask when they arrive at the entrance, reaching for the door and holding it open for the man.

“Just wondering if you wanted to grab some drinks while you're still in town,” Ace says when he slips past Felix into the building. “I wouldn't mind getting to know you better,” Ace adds, looking him up and down with a smile that is definitely not just friendly.

Heat rises up Felix's neck from more than just the warm air of the hotel lobby. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one sensing the tension between them.

“Maybe,” Felix says, trying and probably failing to not seem way too enthusiastic.

“Oh?” Ace says, quirking an eyebrow. And then he's shrugging off the blanket, revealing a rolled-up, button-up shirt and—

Fuck. Broad shoulders and a lean build, that sure as hell doesn't make Felix's predicament any easier.

Felix definitely stares longer than appropriate while they continue walking to the elevator, Ace thankfully too busy with bunching up the blanket to notice his ogling.

“What…" Felix starts, making Ace look at him, cocking his head. "Uhm. What's with the sudden interest?”

“I mean,” Ace says, shooting him pointed look. “I was interested ever since I saw you there, shivering in your ridiculously tight T-shirt,” he winks.

Felix realizes that the shirt probably leaves a lot less to the imagination than the suits and blazers he always wears. He lifts a hand to his arm in a self-conscious manner, making an attempt to cover himself.

“But I didn't wanna freak you out,” Ace adds, giving a one-shoulder shrug. “Would have been pretty awkward if you said no, considering you were kinda stuck with me for a bit.”

That's… oddly sweet, and very much appreciated. Felix would probably have imploded on himself from embarrassment if Ace would have been this forward from the start.

“Thank you,” Felix says.

“No worries,” Ace grins, pushing the button to order the elevator. “So? Are you freaked out?”

Felix considers the question for a moment, only arriving at variations of "no", "I'm leaving in two days" and "help you're really hot but I've never been with a guy and don't know what to do".

“I think the word is…” Felix pauses in thought, trying to ignore his brain screaming insecurities at him. “'Intrigued'.”

Proud of managing to be smooth for once in his life, the ding of the elevator arriving is almost lost on Felix, because he's so focused on Ace's now downright lecherous grin.

But he obediently steps into the elevator, not wanting to keep the few hotel customers still lingering behind them.

“What's you floor, gorgeous?” Ace asks with a flirtatious smile, after pressing the number four.

Wow. How the hell did Felix ever manage to think he was just being friendly?

“Three,” Felix says.

“Looks like you're under me,” Ace flirts while pushing the button for him, making Felix choke on his own spit from the suggestive comment, embarrassed yet curious.

And then Ace clears his throat and averts his eyes as a woman and her daughter walk into the elevator with them.

They stand awkwardly next to each other as the elevator doors slide close. Felix’s thoughts are a mess of excitement, nervousness and embarrassment, not sure what to do in this situation.

He discreetly glances at Ace—

And the other catches him looking.

Felix's heart skips a beat as Ace's lips spread into a lazy grin, eyes shimmering with unspoken promise.

He wonders what it would be like to wipe that grin off the smug man's face. Felix imagines pushing Ace up against the elevator wall, picturing how the other’s eyes would go wide, maybe he'd even gasp, taken off guard at Felix's sudden boldness. Maybe he wouldn't have time to say anything, because Felix would capture his lips in a passionate kiss, and Ace would groan and drop the blanket to tangle his hands in Felix's hair—

DING!

Felix is rudely snapped out of his daydream by the elevator arriving on his floor. He realizes he's been spacing out while staring at Ace's face, and the smirk is gone from the man's lips, but his eyes are somehow even more intense.

“Good night,” Felix offers stiffly, forcing himself to break the eye contact before he gets lost in his own head again.

He takes a step out of the elevator, mentally scolding himself when he notices his racing heart and heavy breathing, getting himself worked up over a dumb fantasy.

Tomorrow, he promises himself when the elevator doors start sliding shut behind him. Tomorrow, he’d go out with Ace and could maybe, hopefully psyche himself up enough to make a move. He'd just text the man in the morning—

Except they never exchanged numbers.

Shit!

[ressyfaerie]

For the Bryan/Mariah I was thinking like a cute date sort of thing. Like they go for coffee or get ice cream in the park and walk. Like he's not sure why people do these things but he was told this is the type of things you do with a girl you like. Hope that helps! So excited

This sounds SO CUTE. I have been thinking about this for a few days… and I think you’re going to enjoy this :) Anyways, it’s 2AM here, and I sorta ship them now lmao.

“It’s the end of the tournament, and you’re springing this one me now?” Tala sighed. 

Bryan knew he shouldn’t have said anything to his team captain, but he was desperate, after all, in a few weeks, he wouldn’t be able to see her again. 

“Y- Yeah, it has to be now. Because soon- I won’t be able to see her.” 

Tala raised an eyebrow, “she better not be one of the girls from the competition.”

Bryan didn’t make eye contact, Tala rolled his eyes, “Seriously?” 

Bryan nodded. 

“Well then? Spit it out.” 

Bryan looked at him quizzically.

“Who is it?” Turns out, Tala is a bit of a gossip queen. 

“I’m not telling you.” Bryan put up his defense, the truth was, he really wanted him to know, he needed advice. Bryan had no clue how to deal with a crush. 

“There’s only so many girls in the tournament I can easily guess.” 

Bryan rolled his eyes. 

“Hilary?”

“Are you nuts?” Bryan smirked. 

“J- Julia?” 

“Naw man, plus I know you think she’s hot-”

Bryan was surprised to see Tala blush a bit, Tala shook his head and continued.

“Oliver?” 

“Not a girl-”

“Oh, right.” 

“Oh.” Tala’s eyes grew wide, “Don’t tell me- Miriah?” 

Bryan felt his face heat up in red hot waves. 

“Oh my god, Bryan.” Tala began to laugh, “you know, Ray will be pissed.” 

“I know-”

Tala kept laughing.

“What!?” Bryan asked aggressively. 

“I didn’t know you were into big titty catgirls.” 

“Shut up- it's not like that- I actually do like her. I don’t just think she’s pretty. 

“Really?” Tala was taken back, his friend’s first real crush, it was hilarious, but strangely- cute. 

“Yes! So what do I do?” Bryan begged for answers, when it came to the realm of love, he was completely lost. 

“You think I know about girls?” Tala scoffed, “me?” 

Bryan shrugged.

“I don’t know Bryan. Just ask her out, what do girls like? Coffee? Movies? Dinner? She seems like she would like those.” 

“Not a bad idea… I’ve seen her drink… Tea.” 

“Do it, ask her out.”

Bryan knew the best time to ask her out would be after her practice with the white tigers. She always stayed a bit longer to practice and clean up, so she left alone. 

He approached her confidently, with a note Tala told him to bring in his hand. 

“Um.” He walked up to her adjusting his collar. 

Miriah turned her pink-haired head to stare at him, she blinked, “Um, can I help you?” 

“Hi, it’s me, Bryan- um” His face started to flush, he was really out of his comfort zone. 

“I know who you are Bryan,” she smiled. 

Her pretty smile just made him more nervous, his eyes darted side to side, “Uh, do you think, you would be interested in an- arrangement- I mean.” 

He held the note tighter. 

She put her hands on her hips, “what kind of arrangement?” 

“Um- Coffee- and a movie? Kind-of-Arrangement..” 

Miriah gave him a surprised expression, he got nervous, suddenly he felt the overwhelming fear of possible rejection. 

“Ugh- here!” He threw the note towards her, she grabbed it suddenly. 

“Bryan?” She asked, but he had already started running away from her. 

He was gone, and she was left holding a note. She opened it, it had directions to a coffee place and a time. 

The next day Bryan wore his nicest casual pair of clothes he had. He waited in front of the coffee place. He was positive she would be a no-show, but she showed up, five minutes early, in a summer dress, with her hair tied up. 

“Hello, Bryan!” She grinned standing in front of him. 

The sun shone down and reflected off her pink hair. He was baffled by her beauty, that was of course, not the only reason he liked her. Her personality was great, he saw her battle, and he admired her courage and determination- 

“Bryan?” She looked up into his eyes to try to kick him out of his daze. 

“Huh? Oh, um- Hi.” 

She blinked a few times, but still wore her playful expression. 

“Do you want- a drink? I’ll buy it for you.” Bryan accidentally sounded overly friendly, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Sure!” 

Inside the coffee shop, it was pretty busy, they had to stand close to each other to fit in line. Bryan could smell a dash of sweet perfume when he got close to her, or maybe it was her shampoo? Would it be weird to ask? 

“What are you getting Bryan?” He was much taller than her, it was especially noticeable when they stood this close. 

He stared down at her, “Um- I’m not sure. What are you getting?” 

“It’s hot- I think I’ll get a cold drink. I’m going to get a tea-lemonade.” 

“Tea-lemonade, that is so cute.”

And he realized he said that out loud. 

“Really, you think it’s cute?” She teased him.

He blushed, his mind swirled, was she really… Teasing him right now? 

“Are you getting coffee? Or something sweet?” 

“Coffee?” By a miracle, he managed to use words, only one, but it was a start. 

“Cold? Or hot?”

“Cold?” He guessed.

“Do you want me to order for you?” 

He nodded. 

She ordered for him, he handed her some cash from his wallet. He worried maybe he wasn’t being assertive enough, but to be honest, he kind of liked her taking control. 

They walked along a beach boardwalk sipping on their drinks. Bryan became aware that he didn’t like coffee as much as he thought he did. He kept drinking it because she ordered it for him, and he loved that. 

“Did you want to see that movie you mentioned?” She asked while rearranging the straw in her drink. 

“Yeah, of course.”

When they got there, Miriah looked at the cheesy romance movie that was advertised. 

“Are you sure you want to see a movie like this?” Her face kind of scrunched up. 

“Don’t girls like movies like this?” He was worried, did he make a bad choice?

“Hmmm, I do, but I’d rather we do something we would both enjoy… I saw an arcade on the way here?”

Bryan grinned, his kind of girl, “That’s not a bad idea.” 

At the arcade he got a bunch of change and gave her a handful, when he dropped it in her open palm, he touched her fingers with his, this sent a shock through his body, he tried to play it off. 

“What kind of games do you want to play?” 

She thought for a moment, “You’re good with guns right? Can you show me a shooter?” 

“You want to watch me play a shooting game?” He didn’t understand. 

“Yeah!” She clapped her hands together with glee, “Can you show me how?” 

Bryan had guided her to some kind of zombie shooting game. He put some change in the machine and picked up the fake gun. 

“This is easy to use, you see the guides?” 

She tried to angle herself so she could see over his shoulder, “Not really…” She admitted. 

“I guess your angle is off… Um- here.” 

He held out the gun to her, she hopped on the small stage and accepted it. He was close enough to smell her sweet scent again, this time mixed with tea-lemonade. 

“Okay, hold this part to your shoulder, and now look through these two holes- you need to line them up- there,” he stood back a bit, he watched her form, “perfect.” 

“You think so? I’m still not sure how to line up the holes…” 

“Here…” He leaned into her, he reached for her hands, she nodded to say it was alright. He places his hands on hers and leaned his head on her shoulder, “like… This.”

“Oh! I get it. Thank you.” 

He was jealous, she didn’t even stutter, she was so confident, he felt so small. He needed to show her he could be confident too. 

He stayed in the position he was in, he didn’t want to move, he wanted to stay like this. He could feel the sleeve of her dress against his cheek, he savoured every moment. 

Then he felt her whole body move, she had started shooting, and he was thrown away from her. 

“Sorry, Bryan! These zombies just started appearing!” 

He laughed, his kind of girl. 

They played different games for hours. Until they were comfortable making casual conversation, and the arcade started to die down. No one was around this secluded corner. 

“Oh my god, DDR!” 

“That dancing game?” 

“Can we play?” She sounded so excited, she was already putting coins into the machine. 

“Dancing? Me? That stage is so small, I’m afraid I’ll break it.” 

“You’ll be fine,” she leaned over the bars, matching his height. Her hair was now undone and dangled over her shoulders, her face was uncomfortably close to his. 

“Okay, I will. You’ve convinced me.” 

“Yay!” She squealed, and put more coins into the machine. 

Bryan stepped onto the adjacent side of the stage, the old metal squeaked a bit under his weight. He knew how to play, the rules were simple, but he wasn't prepared. 

When the arrows came down Miriah moved expertly, he was more like an elephant lost in a thrift store. 

“Ah!” He complained, but she just giggled. 

He joined in laughing with her, until he lost his balance.

“Bryan!” She held out her arms helping him regain his posture, but she was- holding him. 

 The light from the machine illuminated the arcade, the announcer kept yelling about their low score, but they didn’t move. He got himself upright, but they still held each other’s arms.

“Why did you ask me out Bryan?” She asked just above a whisper. 

“I think- I think you're remarkable.” He admitted and managed to keep eye contact with her. “I think- you’re really cool.” He grinned. “What do you think about me?” 

Miriah gently pulled a hand away from his grip, she let it fall down his cheek. The feeling was foreign, and he felt his body melt in euphoria. 

“At first I thought you were just another angry demolition boy- but- After today.” She let her thumb glide down to his chin, just barely grazing his lower lip. “I think you’re really cool too.” 

He let out a singular laugh, air got caught in his throat, he decided to go for it before he made himself overthink. 

He leaned into her, angling his head just a bit, so their lips touched. 

He wasn’t sure exactly how to do it- but it felt nice. They pulled apart for a moment, he angled his head a different way, and they did it again. 

She giggled, “You have really soft lips actually…” 

“Actually? How dare you-” He teased her, bending down to do it again