#lecture circuit 2

[moocha-muses]

[agentcoops]

coaching a girl i was in one (1) play with on how to navigate allocating workshops and understanding the timetable at our local uni bc the organization is a shitshow

[cloudy-caspirations]

Monday • September 30, 2024

Heyyyy…… long time no post 😭😭. This batch of midterms over the past week or two was kind of a kick in the face to be honest, but it’s over now so I’ll probably remember to post more regularly.

My only update from the past week was that i (finally) got the results back on the diffEQ and circuits exams that I took like 2 weeks ago!!!! I aced the circuits test and got a low C on the diffEQ midterm, so you win some you lose some I guess 😭.

The pics are from yesterday’s late night cafe homework session and my circuits lab from last week. The lab was super basic, just making the world’s simplest circuit and using it to verify concepts from lecture, but it was fun nonetheless.

[arminsumi]

. . . 彡 🗑️ trash draft: goodboy façade.

NOTE: i present to u... nerd armin crumbs. i've sat on this thing for months, it was part of a longer fic that i had planned out but it was too much to write for me so i gave up on it lol

🔞 minors don't read or interact / n.sfw / smut / 18+ content

WARNINGS — stereotypes, m*sturbation, sending nxdes for a paid dare, mentions of alcohol but not being drunk, mean reader, min's fantasies include creampies, lmk if i have missed a warning thank u

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

He was sick of it. Sick of seeing that red tint on your lips. Sick of the way his pants tightened up at your flirting. Sick of only having your lips around his dick in his fantasies.

And good god, he had an endless stream of fantasies. As far as his imagination's concerned, you've had sex with him every day.

His fist isn't enough. His daydreams of you aren't enough. He needs to really feel you, or he might actually explode.

But despite his overwhelming lust, his hands are tied behind his back, and his shirt collar is as pristine as his goodboy façade.

You know how you turn him on, in fact you're sorely aware. It's almost amusing to see him suffer.

He blushes up to his ears when you compliment him. His pants tighten when you murmur dirty jokes into his ear. He nearly chokes on air when you 'accidentally' press your thigh against his during Levi's lectures.

Your scent lingers on his T-shirt and he can't help but inhale them and start rubbing his hardening cock through his sweatpants.

He's focusing hard on the image of you pawing at his bulge, teasing him for being too wimpy to make a move himself. His fantasy grows bigger with each stroke of his hand, his pretty pink tip is flushed and throbbing underneath the grey fabric. The outline of his cock looks like something right out of a hentai, and the same goes for his moans.

He muffles his whimpers on his hand, imagining that it's your lips muffling the sound instead. He gives his aching cock a few squeezes through his sweatpants. He heard a rumor that you tend to tease like that.

Just as he gets into it, his phone erupts with dinging notifications. Right then, it's the most annoying sound on earth. He's torn right out of his fantasy of you.

The repetitive sound gets on his nerves, that is, until he checks who its from, and sees that it's you messaging him.

His jaw fucking drops at the message. His brain short circuits. Is his vision deceiving him? Is this real life right now? He's just about losing it.

Meanwhile, you're giggling over your phone screen with your girl friends. The time glares at you in the corner; 2:45 am.

Everyone at this party thinks that you're wasted, but that's one of the many talents you possess; acting drunk when actually you're as sober as a priest.

Your girl friends can't stop with their stupid, drunk giggles.

"Alright, I did it. Pay up." You smile evilly over at your favorite blond, Tori.

She groaned and pulled out her phone. Within a couple of minutes, you received a notification that your wish list was 'anonymously' purchased.

"Thanks, Tori, 'love you!" You coo and smile, pulling her in for a hug.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it..." She giggles to herself, "Armin is probably too prudish to stare at it too long, you know."

Your smile morphs into a cruel smirk. In this friend group, there is no debate about Armin's 'prudishness'. What's the problem with being a virgin at twenty-two years old? Nothing at all, there's nothing wrong with that; but your opinions have molded to fit the shape of your friends, haven't they? So you just agree that Armin is the biggest prude at your college.

And that poor boy, that poor boy, he's laying in bed freaking out over the fact you sent him a nude of yourself, meanwhile you're getting back to partying.

You did not just accidentally send him your best nude, there's no way.

What's worse than the lack of context is the fact you went offline right after he read the message. There's no way, he thought.

Armin can't even form a thought. His eyes are just glued to his screen. He subconsciously brought his face closer, and his hand dove under his pants.

There's no way it was an accident, he knows that, he's not an idiot. He's the valedictorian of your college.

Whimpers fill Armin's dorm room. His mind is racing. Heart palpitating. Your name falls off his lips while he approaches one of the best orgasms he's had in a while.

Before he knows it he's spurting hot ropes of his cum all over his shirt, the shirt that smells like your scent. Your name echoes off his walls, and in his mind he's just deliciously filled you up to the brim with his milky white release.

[gxr25256]

The Doorless Cage - Seekers x reader (2)

🌵 Tranformers (Post-Apocalyptic AU).

🌵 The Decepticons have conquered Earth, leaving humanity in ruins.

🌵I'll try this for a bit. Remember: I'm not very good at it 👀.

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Skywarp had always found patrols to be mind-numbingly dull. The ruined city sprawled out before him, a desolate wasteland devoid of life—exactly as they wanted it. They’d swept through this place more times than he could count, tearing down every last sign of resistance, yet still, Megatron insisted they make rounds, “in case anything survived.”

But Skywarp knew better. The humans were all but extinct, their brief, flickering rebellion snuffed out, leaving him, Thundercracker, and Starscream wandering empty streets with only the wind and rubble for company. Thundercracker trudged along somewhere behind him, too lost in thought to complain as he usually did. And Starscream was further ahead, stalking through the ruins with his optics cold and sharp.

Skywarp sighed, glancing down a dark alley, then at a broken tower across the street. His teleportation circuits hummed with potential energy, itching to be used for anything other than walking these streets. Part of him wanted to zap right back to base and tell Thundercracker and Starscream he’d “scouted” the rest of the city, but he knew that would only bring more boredom. And, of course, Starscream would berate him for leaving his post, and Skywarp wasn’t in the mood for another lecture from his second-in-command.

Then, he heard it—a faint, barely-there sound, muffled and distant, but unmistakable.

Human.

It was like catching the scent of prey on the wind, and for a moment, Skywarp’s optics brightened with excitement. He slowed his steps, creeping closer to the sound’s source—a half-fallen building just across the street. A grin spread across his face, and his boredom evaporated. Maybe there was a human left to torment after all. With a bit of luck, he could finally have some fun.

Skywarp stopped just outside the building, letting his heavy footsteps echo against the cracked walls, then pausing as if he were about to enter. He listened for any reaction from inside, and sure enough, he heard a frantic rustling, followed by absolute silence. They knew he was there, and they were hiding.

Perfect.

With exaggerated slowness, he moved a few steps forward, then stopped again, allowing the suspense to build. He could only imagine the terror that must be coursing through the human’s veins, the way they’d be shrinking into the shadows, praying he wouldn’t find them.

But Skywarp was done playing subtle.

With a resounding clang, he struck the wall, letting his servo drive through the structure and tear the roof off with a violent pull. Dust and debris flew into the air, and Skywarp’s optics zeroed in on the small figure crouched below, eyes wide with terror. The human screamed, and he grinned, reveling in the sound.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he drawled, his optics gleaming. He reached down, massive fingers wrapped around the human body with brutal force. He lifted them off the ground, letting them wriggle in his grip as he gave them a rough squeeze, just enough to remind them of their fragility.

The human stilled, frozen in fear, and Skywarp chuckled, drawing them closer until they were at optic level.

“Looks like someone’s been playing hide-and-seek,” he sneered. “Too bad for you—I always win, mouse."

Skywarp’s optic gleamed with cruel delight as he brought the tiny human up to his face, studying them with the kind of mocking curiosity one might show an insect caught in a jar. His grip was loose but deliberate, giving them enough room to wriggle and squirm, knowing that any attempt to break free was hopeless.

He tilted his hand back, causing the human to slip toward the edge of his fingers, a startled gasp escaping them as they scrambled to find a hold. Just as they were about to slip, he flattened his palm, catching them with a satisfied chuckle.

“Aw, did you think you’d fall?” he sneered, lifting them to eye level. He twisted his wrist so they dangled precariously, just far enough from his fingers that they’d have to struggle to keep their balance. The sheer terror in their eyes only amused him further, and he leaned in close, his voice a low, mocking whisper.

“Oh, don’t look so scared. I won't drop you......at least not now." He loosened his grip again, watching with twisted glee as they gripped his metal fingers in desperation, their breaths coming fast and shallow.

Skywarp found himself thoroughly entertained by the way they trembled, the faint spark of defiance in their eyes already waning as he continued his taunts. He nudged them with his thumb, pressing them back against his palm, ignoring their gasp of pain as he applied a bit more pressure.

As he toyed with his new prize, he heard familiar footsteps approaching from behind. He glanced over his shoulder, just as Starscream and Thundercracker appeared around the corner.

“What are you doing, Skywarp?” Starscream’s voice was dripping with annoyance as he stalked up to them. His red optics narrowed, taking in the sight of the human in Skywarp’s grip. “I thought we were on patrol, not indulging your ridiculous whims.”

Skywarp merely smirked, holding up the human for them to see. “Oh, lighten up, Starscream. Look what I found—a little survivor. Thought we’d gotten rid of all of them, but I guess there’s still a few stragglers.”

Starscream’s gaze shifted to the trembling human,his face wrinkled. He lifted his arm, aiming his null ray at them. “Then let’s finish the job. I don’t have time for your games.”

Skywarp rolled his optics, drawing the human back just out of range of Starscream’s weapon. “Where’s the fun in that? The city’s already dead, so what’s one little human running around? Think of it as entertainment. It’ll give us something to do.”

Starscream scoffed, crossing his arms. “An amusement? It’s a disgusting organic.”

Skywarp shrugged, his grip tightening on the human to keep them still. “Maybe, but it's better than walking around looking for nothing. Besides, it’s got a decent scream.”

Thundercracker sighed, casting a skeptical glance at the human. “Megatron’s not gonna be happy if he finds out we’re keeping a pet. Besides, I thought you hated organics.”

“Eh, this one’s different,” Skywarp glancing back at the human, who was clinging to his fingers, staring at him with a mixture of horror and disbelief. “I mean, look at them. They’re pathetic. If they try anything, I can just…squeeze.” He gave the human a light, taunting squeeze, chuckling as their face paled.

“Besides, if they become a problem, we can always crush them later. But for now, let’s see if they can last. It’ll be like…a game.” Skywarp added, a gleam of mischief in his optics.

Thundercracker’s optics narrowed, clearly unimpressed by Skywarp’s twisted idea of amusement. “A game?” he muttered, shaking his head. “You’re playing with scraps from a dead world.” His voice held a hint of disdain, but under it lay a reluctant curiosity. “It’s just going to run, hide, and scream.”

Skywarp shrugged, still grinning as he dangled the human, watching them squirm. “Exactly! That’s what makes it fun, Thundercracker. It’s like… a pet with spirit,” he taunted, giving the human another playful shake. “Or at least, until they break. They’ve got nothing left to lose, right?” He tilted his head, eyeing the human’s wide, terrified eyes with twisted fascination. “Why not see how long they’ll last?”

Starscream rolled his optics. “Skywarp, if you’re this bored, maybe I should assign you extra patrols.” He sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm

"Hey!"

“But since you insist on this ridiculous game, I suppose it could be… mildly interesting to see just how long this one lasts.” He shot a disdainful look at the human. “Seeing it fall apart was quite a sight to behold.”

Thundercracker snorted “Since when did you get interested in playing with organic matter?” he muttered, though he didn’t move to stop Skywarp. “They’re just a reminder of what this place used to be—a waste.”

Starscream huffed, optics narrowing as he scoffed at Thundercracker's objections. "Shut up! I never did." He replied. In a moment of consideration, he spoke up. "And is that a waste? Think of it as… a way to pass the time. After all, the planet’s dead. Might as well use the leftovers.”

Thundercracker sighed, looking away. “Fine, but don’t expect me to take part in this.” But there was still a glimmer of curiosity in his optics—if unwilling to admit it—to see how long this human might survive under their “care.”

Skywarp chuckled, clearly pleased with his trinemates’ grudging acceptance. “See? It’ll be good for morale.” He leaned closer to the human, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “Congratulations—you get to stay alive… for now. Better keep us entertained, though, or we’ll get bored.”

“Let’s go,” Starscream ordered, turning to walk ahead. “If we linger, Megatron will think we’re slacking off.”

As the three Seekers turned to leave, the human still firmly in Skywarp’s grip, Starscream’s voice cut through the quiet. “Remember, Skywarp: this is your little ‘pet.’ If they become a nuisance, it’s on you to clean up the mess.” But his smirk revealed that he, too, was already looking forward to the twisted amusement their new “pet” might bring.

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Skywarp is fun, right?

"I can just…squeeze." 🤫

[gingerteawrites]

Your Biker boyfriend surprises you - Geto Suguru

A/N: Thank you so much @princessofenkanomiya for your ideas! I did not think I would write another part, but this is the part 2 in the series of thoughts for this drabble, so make sure you take a look at that one first :)

Content: college student au, biker Geto, fluff, Geto x female reader (he refers to her as a girl once), not beta read.

Your relationship with Geto brought you an immense sense of comfort. His mellow energy managed to calmed you right down, and you had begun to start craving his presence in the middle of your day when things grew hectic.

You were finally off from classes for the day. The professor had gone on a tangent about his dog and you did not have the energy to care anymore. Walking out of your last lecture hall, the sound of a familiar revving engine caught your attention, causing you to whip your head around to confirm its source.

And there he was in all of his glory, Geto Suguru, your boyfriend, who sat on his gorgeous bike almost like on a throne, donning his signature glossy black and purple helmet and matching jacket.

His eyes locked with yours when he flipped the visor upwards, his eyes crinkled into a smile.

Heart beating at a pace of 200 horses while frozen in space, you were quite literally short circuiting. Suguru looked absolutely breathtaking, his leather-clad body seeming to glisten under the sun. His dark eyes focused solely on you.

You shook yourself out of your daze and jogged over to the man, moving past all the other students who were squealing about his appearance.

Geto's head was leaning against his arm, which rested on the handlebar of his bike, titling it up to look at you through his visor

"Hey," he greeted, smooth voice echoing from within his helmet.

You pressed an arm to your chest and lowered your head dramatically "Geto Suguru, you can't do this."

He sat up straight, pulling off his helmet and letting his black hair cascade down his shoulder, his expression betraying his confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, tone softening inquisitively.

"I mean that you're going to give me a heart attack if you keep pulling up looking so damn attractive." You hit his arm playfully, and immediately, his easy smile returns. "Look at all the people ogling behind me." You whisper.

Geto spared a moment to look behind you, catching the gaze of a few people who either giggled or look away bashfully after being caught staring.

"Well, it's not like they've never seen me before." He shrugs "I literally go here."

You wanted to argue that it was different now that he was here in full gear looking nothing short of one of those gorgeous F1 racers, but you decided against it, only shaking your head with a playful scoff.

"Okay, never mind. What's the occasion?" You asked, looking him up and down with a smile "This is your first time pulling up like this." You readjust your backpack on your shoulders.

"I have a surprise for you." He said, handing you the usual spare helmet he brought along when you rode together.

"Really? What is it?" You beamed with excitement, adjusting your hair before slipping the helmet on.

"Now, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?" He joked when you sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle in a way that had become habit.

You rolled your eyes, resting your head against his back after he put on his helmet again and revved the engine.

"Why do I have a feeling you just rolled your eyes at me?" He chuckled, looking straight ahead before taking off.

He took you along the scenic route you had grown used to, admiring the city view from the winding roads that went up the hill. The air around you was cool, but the warm radiating from his body made you nuzzle closer, closing your eyes to enjoy his proximity. You eventually reached the top of the hill, which happened to be host a secluded picnic spot. You got off the bike, and looked up at him curiously.

"We've never been all the way up here." You remarked. He climbed off the bike, and removed his helmet and gloves, slipping his fingers between yours to lead you away.

"I know." He continued to pull you along, walking towards a more wooded area.

"Suguru did you bring me here to murder me?" You asked, and he turned around, face twisted with offense. "Just kidding, just kidding." You laughed "But I wouldn't have to wonder if you just told me where we're going."

"Okay okay, just wait for a few more moments. We're almost there." He squeezed your hand, rubbing your knuckles while keeping up the pace. The gesture was enough to placate you.

You finally arrived at a small open area, where the setting sun illuminated the wildflowers in flares of deep orange. You marveled at the scene, unintentionally letting go of his hand, but failing to notice the picnic blanket set not far from where you were standing.

Geto chuckled when he saw you pull out your phone to capture the scene, letting you wander away for a few moments with your mouth agape. After snapping a few pictures, you turned around to face him again, seeing his eyes crinkled in a sincere smile.

"Alright, can I show you the REAL surprise now?" He asked, returning to grab your hand. You nodded eagerly, and he brought you to the picnic blanket laid on the ground.

He made you sit before a box labeled for my dear, and sat across from you, his smile widening in anticipation.

"Come on, open it." He urged, and you complied, pulling off the lid of the box to reveal a brand new helmet, with a shiny black base and a [favorite color] dragon design that gracefully swirled around it.

You gasped in shock, cradling the helmet in your arms like it was the most precious thing you had ever seen.

"There's more," he added, voice filled with mirth at your reaction. You looked at the bottom of the box, and retrieved a black riding jacket with a similar design on it, hands growing shaky from all the feelings that brewed inside. You looked up at your boyfriend, tears threatening to pool at your eyes before jumping into his arms for a hug.

The impact knocked the air out of him a little, but he circled your body with his strong arms, as you nuzzled in the crook of his neck "Really, Suguru you shouldn't have." You whispered, not trusting your full voice to not be shaky.

"I absolutely did," he rubbed your back soothingly, then pulled you away so he could look at your eyes, his hand gently cradling your face "Sharing this passion with you has been as much of a gift to me as you think it has been to you, if not more," his thumb rubbed gently against your cheek, his eyes boring into yours fondly. "Thank you for everything, my girl."

Unable to string together words in a coherent reply, you settled on kissing him, your lips entangling in a soft embrace. Lavishing in the tender moment. You finally pulled apart with his hand still resting on your cheek.

"Still think I was trying to kill you?" He joked, eliciting a laugh from you.

"It's your fault for not explaining," you chuckled in return, drawing closer so you could rest your head on his shoulder, his arms enveloping you in a warm hug. You stayed in silence for a few more moments, looking at the setting sun and the city that seemed so far away now. Like you were in your own little Eden.

"Cloud cover is supposed to be very low tonight, and we're far enough from the big city lights. Care to spend the evening stargazing with me?" He asked, looking up into the sky.

"Of course," you replied, your heart full. Truly, loving Suguru brought a sense of contentment to your life that you never imagined you could have. And there was nothing you could do to thank the heavens enough for the blessing of him being yours.

[cloudwhisper23]

Back into Grumbo Month (12 days late, but that's irrelevant). Since I had no idea how to do this prompt, I kinda winged it, but I am very pleased with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy! Check out the event creator's blog @grow-bettah too!

Day 2: Alternate Universe

The light was flickering again. Grian glared at it as he ate, knowing that any attempt he could possibly make to solve the problem would only make it worse. He’d probably electrocute himself in the process, actually.

Pearl would tell him to hire an electrician. Someone who would fix it easily while Grian focused on his degree. The degree that Grian seemed to change his mind about every day.

He had taken an electrical class a few years ago, back when he was going to major in interior design and architecture. Like most of his endeavors, it hadn’t stuck.

But the flickering light… Grian scowled. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to take a tiny peek? Something had to be messing with the circuit, surely.

A few minutes later, Pearl arrived, a vaguely familiar man in tow. Pearl brought home a librarian. Not just any librarian though. She’d brought home Mumbo Jumbo, the man Grian had been going to the library to catch glimpses of for the past few years.

“I found an electrician willing to take a look, Grian- What are you doing on the table?”

“Oh dear,” Mumbo said quietly.

Grian glanced over, his face quickly warming up. “Umm… I thought I could fix it myself?”

“You are more accident-prone than anyone I’ve ever met. Put that light bulb down, and get off the table.”

“Yes ma’am,” Grian replied weakly.

Mumbo took over after that.

Pearl shook her head. “How did I know you were going to do this?”

“Family intuition?” Grian guessed. “Or maybe you just know me.”

“You took one class. One.”

“I didn’t get myself killed,” Grian said defensively.

“But you could have,” Mumbo interjected, eyes darkening. “Look, mate. You didn’t even turn the light off.”

Grian rolled his eyes. “I don’t need a second lecture.”

“You’re going to give me grey hairs.” Pearl shook her head.

“You can just pretend they’re silver. Give you a fancy aesthetic.”

“Hmm.”

“All done,” Mumbo flicked the light back on, and it no longer flickered.

“Brilliant!” Grian grinned. “That light was driving me mad.”

“It would drive anyone mad.” Mumbo fiddled with his mustache. “Next time something like this happens, how about you call me, yeah?” He offered Grian a business card.

“How much-“

“No charge. I’m not actually legally allowed to do stuff like this. It’s a hobby more than a career.”

Grian didn’t know what to say to that, so he glanced down at the business card. “Electrical work as a hobby?”

“You’re a freelance photographer who does three years of a degree program before changing pathways. You can’t talk.” Pearl elbowed him.

“Right, okay. I promise to not do any more electrical work without consulting you first.”

Mumbo raised an eyebrow. “Not what I was going for mate.”

“I won’t do any more electrical work?”

Mumbo nodded. “And if you have any problems, call me.”

“Yeah, sure.” Grian pocketed the business card.

Running to the library to get a book for class was nothing new for Grian. He was more than familiar with the place, and more than once he’d been jokingly offered a job as an assistant.

But Grian wasn’t ever just here for a book.

Looking around, it wasn’t as easy as Grian had initially hoped to find Mumbo. Sure, the man was tall, but that didn’t mean anything in the library. The shelves were even taller than Mumbo.

“Excuse me,” Grian said to the woman at the counter. “Do you know where I can find Mumbo Jumbo?”

“He doesn’t work today,” she replied easily. “Can I take a message for you?”

“No, thank you.” Grian set his book on the counter. “I need to check this out, though.”

“That I can do.”

Grian walked out of the library slightly disappointed. He’d been thinking a lot lately. A bit too much about his encounter with Mumbo if he was honest with himself. He was a mystery to Grian. Why would a librarian offer to fix a flickering light in a house he’d never been in before?

He couldn’t imagine it. Still, even without knowing how to solve the mystery of Mumbo, he had things to do.

The bakery was warm, as it always was. Scar didn’t ever seem to stop baking, even though his shop had closed hours ago. He smiled at Grian, dropping a plate of cookies on the table.

“You seem busy.”

“Not as busy as I could be,” Grian replied, taking a cookie. “You need to stop feeding me free samples. I’m going to get pudgy.”

“But that’d be a crime! Besides, these are experimental cookies.”

Grian looked at his friend skeptically. “No. These are the cookies you make when you’re stressed out.”

Scar’s smile thinned into a line. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“What happened, Scar?”

“I… may or may not be living out of my bakery. But! It’s not because I lost the house or anything. It’s just…”

Grian tilted his head. “What is it?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the wiring at home. Nothing at all! I just… I can hear it, Grian, and I can’t hear it here. It’s easier to sleep when I can’t hear it.”

“Have you called an electrician?” Grian asked.

“They can’t hear it, so they tell me nothing is wrong. And everything works just fine. It’s ridiculous.”

The business card in Grian’s pocket felt heavy all the sudden. He dug it out, typing the number into his phone and dialing before Scar realized what he was up to. “Grian, don’t-“

“Hello?” Mumbo’s voice came through the phone.

“Hi, Mumbo. It’s Grian. The guy you fixed the light for last week?”

Scar raised an eyebrow. Grian made a face at him.

“Ah. Haven’t electrocuted yourself since then, I see.”

“Not as if I haven’t tried,” Grian replied with a faint smile. Scar munched on a cookie, watching with amusement. “Are you busy right now?”

“Another electrical problem? Or do you need my services as a librarian?”

“Electrical problem.” Scar shook his head, a smile gracing his face. “Got a friend who has something weird going on. Noisy wires.”

“How odd. I’m not too busy right now. Could you send me the address?”

“Yeah, sure thing.” Grian told him the address and packed up his stuff. “We’re going to get this sorted out, Scar.”

“Mumbo Jumbo, huh? He’s some kind of electrician as well as a librarian. You certainly don’t pick the easy ones,” Scar replied, but he helped clean up.

“Shut up, Scar.”

Mumbo considered himself to be a patient man. He could help sort out a mess in the library or come up with a new, albeit complicated, way to solve any electrical problem he came across. It all just took time, and Mumbo was fine with that.

He did not realize that no one would be home when he went to the address Grian sent him. Idly, he leaned against the wall, trying to hear the noisy wiring he was meant to be fixing.

There wasn’t a sound to be heard.

Frowning, Mumbo pressed closer to the wall. Maybe it just couldn’t be heard unless you were in the house? Or maybe it was a higher pitch, and it was just harder to discern.

Mumbo pulled a small device out of his bag and fiddled with it for a few minutes. The light on the side of the box lit up when Mumbo brought it closer to the house. So, there was a noise. It was just one that Mumbo couldn’t hear.

“Wow, you’re fast. Mumbo, right?” An unfamiliar man came up the sidewalk alongside Grian. “I wasn’t expecting you to get here before us.”

“I did say I wasn’t busy,” Mumbo replied.

“Not busy usually doesn’t mean ready to leave at a moments notice,” the man pointed out. “And you’re all dressed up! I’d hate to have torn you away from something important. Especially considering how I told Grian it wasn’t a big deal.”

“If you keep avoiding going home like this, Scar, it is a big deal.” Grian shook his head, fiddling with the strap of his bag. “Just let him try.”

“I did identify an odd frequency, even without going inside,” Mumbo replied, grateful about the subject change.

He didn’t want to mention that he’d been stood up on a date and really needed something else to think about. Grian’s phone call had come at the perfect time, really.

“Wait, really? You’re better than the other guy I called about it. Thanks Mumbo!” Scar was already beaming, green eyes twinkling.

Grian rolled his eyes. “He’s done the bare minimum, Scar. I don’t think he’s going to leave just after figuring out there is a problem.”

“Well, he’s the first one to believe me.”

“I believed you.”

“I know you did, Grian. But you have to believe me. Oh, Mumbo, do you want a cookie?”

Mumbo blinked. There was suddenly a tin of cookies in his face, and he couldn’t help but recoil slightly. “Um-“

“Give the man some space, Scar.” Grian snorted, a faint smile on his face.

Mumbo couldn’t help but stare. He’d found the man attractive the first time he’d met him, standing on his kitchen table with a light bulb in his hand and static electricity making his hair stand on end. But seeing him in other contexts was incredible as well.

He wanted to be the one to make Grian smile.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Mumbo set to work on figuring out what was making the noise that drove Scar out of his home. He got familiar with the sound of Grian and Scar holding their own conversation in the background.

“This is amazing,” Scar said softly as Mumbo double-checked his sensor. “The sound is completely gone.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Mumbo replied, walking over to the sink. “Do you happen to have dish soap I could borrow?”

“Oh, right, yes.” Scar set the soap out. “How much do I owe you for this?”

“I don’t charge,” Mumbo replied.

“I still owe you something for this. Do you accept cookies? Oh! I can buy you dinner or something-“

“That won’t be necessary,” Mumbo pointedly did not glance over at Grian. “I’m happy to help.”

“He didn’t let me pay either,” Grian said.

“How very kind of you, Mumbo Jumbo.” Scar continued to smile. “Really. Are you sure I can’t do anything for you?”

“It is no trouble at all.”

Scar shook his head. “I’m not taking no for an answer. Tell you what, have a tin of cookies. Freshly baked from my bakery! On the house.”

“I couldn’t-“

“He bakes as a hobby as well as his job. You’d actually be helping him by taking some,” Grian said, glancing up finally. He had an amused smile on his face as he stretched in the chair. “There’s only so many times he can send me home with four containers full of cookies before it’s my problem as well as his.”

“Yeah! You’d be a huge help if you took some. Really.”

And so, Mumbo left the house with a tin of freshly baked cookies. Feeling a little disjointed, he turned and stared back at the house. Scar waved at him.

Scar was texting someone when Grian made it to the bakery the following week. “Finally join a dating app?” Grian asked.

“Haha. No. I’m talking to Mumbo.”

Grian paused, his bag barely over his head. “Do you have more issues with the wiring? Are they being loud again?”

“Don’t be silly, Grian! Mumbo is my friend.”

“You’ve known him a week.”

“Yes, but I’ve known you much longer. And you happen to have a type.”

Grian’s face burned. “I’m not-“

“Look, Mumbo seems like a great guy, from what I can tell. He’s just a tad lonely, that’s all.” Scar took Grian’s bag and set it on the table. “You can’t tell me you haven’t at least thought about it.”

“First Pearl, now you. Is a man not allowed to focus on his studies?”

“Come on, G. The only time I’ve ever seen you focused is when you’re taking pictures. You don’t even need a degree to be happy.”

“Yet you think I need a boyfriend.” Grian glanced skeptically at Scar. “What are you two even talking about?”

“Passed relationship failures. Did you know he was actually on a date when you called him?”

“What?”

“Well, not an actual date. The man he was meant to be meeting up with stood him up. We rescued him from a sorrowful night, Grian. Which you would know if you’d followed up like I did.” Scar grinned at his friend.

Mumbo had been on a date? It certainly explained the suit and tie. Grian shook his head. “Don’t be silly-“

“Grian, you’ve been pining after this man for years. Years! And now you’ve talked to him and have his phone number. It really couldn’t hurt to try, you know.”

Grian didn’t have a comeback to that one. He pointed at Scar, “If you tell him-“

“Wouldn’t dream of it! But I will keep bothering you about this if you don’t act on it.” Scar messed with the zipper on Grian’s bag. “He asks about you a lot, you know.”

“No he doesn’t,” Grian replied, refusing to believe it.

“How would you know? I’m the one who’s friends with him.”

Grian found himself scowling the next day. He couldn’t get what Scar said out of his mind. Was he overthinking this? It wasn’t like there was much of a friendship Grian could destroy at this point.

Going to the library would certainly be more awkward if he tried and it didn’t work out. Maybe he would just give up on college if that happened. He did already have an apartment and a job, after all.

Lost in his thoughts, Grian didn’t notice when someone sat down across from him. “Associated Press? I thought you were a photographer.”

Grian jolted, his knee banging against the underside of the table. Pain flared up his leg, but he ignored it to stare at Mumbo. Mumbo, who’d picked up the styleguide Grian had been staring blankly at.

“I am a photographer,” Grian replied slowly.

“So you’re just curious about everything then, huh?” Mumbo’s mouth curled up in a smile as he slid the book back across the table.

“Something like that.” Grian shrugged. “I’ve only changed my major half a dozen times.”

“That’s right. Your sister mentioned that when I was fixing your light.” Mumbo tilted his head. “Indecisive?”

Grian shrugged again. “That does appear to be the case.”

“Did you ever try photography as a program? There’s an excellent photography program in the journalism department.”

“Hence the Associated Press styleguide. I am majoring in Journalism. We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Mumbo nodded, straightening his tie. Wait, he was wearing a tie? Grian blinked, taking in the outfit. Mumbo typically wore button-ups, sure, but the layering he’d done today made it seem like maybe something else was going on. This was more dressed up than Mumbo typically was at the library.

“Got a hot date later?” Grian asked, half as a joke.

Mumbo blinked. “Oh, I don’t think so. The last time I tried dating, it didn’t go so well.”

“Scar said you told him you were stood up,” Grian replied, suddenly curious for more details.

Mumbo shifted uncomfortably. “Yes. But I suppose I wasn’t counting that time. At least then my night ended with a tin of cookies.”

“That’s Scar for you.” Grian shrugged. “Glad we were able to take your mind off it, at least.”

“Yeah…” Mumbo shifted again. “How about you?”

“Not really looking for anyone,” Grian answered. He fiddled with the stylebook, avoiding looking at Mumbo.

“Fair enough. There are some strange people out there.”

“But you never really answered my question. Why are you all dressed up today?”

“Ah. That. Well, I have been once again pressured into attempting to go on a date.”

Grian looked at Mumbo, surprised. “Is this some kind of family obligation? Scar and Pearl are always pressuring me to go on dates, but I never really feel too bad about not going.”

“Ah. I suppose I need to learn how to get around Scar, then. He’s the one who pressured me into this, really.” Mumbo scratched his neck, seeming even more uncomfortable. “Another blind date. Hopefully it goes better than the last ones I’ve been on.”

“You don’t seem to have much hope of that,” Grian remarked, silently fuming at Scar in his head. This was the quickest way to make Grian jealous, and Scar knew it.

“I’m trying to be optimistic, for Scar’s sake, but it feels like this will never go well, even if he seems to think he can help in some way.”

Grian shrugged. “If you’d been more careful about how you approached this, you could’ve pretended to have a partner.”

“Yeah, but Scar was so genuine when he asked me about myself. I didn’t realize he was a matchmaker who had been failing to make matches!”

Mumbo glanced around. “Actually, maybe it’d be best to leave the library for this conversation. Don’t want to get into too much trouble.”

“Probably for the best.” Grian packed up his things. “Hang on. Are you implying it’s my fault you’re stuck with a date tonight?”

“Maybe.”

“Harsh words, mate.” Grian pressed his mouth into a thin line. “And to think I was going to help you brainstorm ways to get out of your date.”

“You were?”

“I don’t know… maybe I should leave you to suffer.”

“But you know Scar better than I do. Surely you could-“

“Just because I could doesn’t mean I will.” Grian clenched his teeth to keep from laughing. Mumbo wasn’t in a good enough mindset for the date to go anything more than terribly. He was going to suffer for a few hours, sure, but that was the price he had to pay to lean into this a bit more.

“Please?”

“Maybe next time. If you aren’t blaming me for all your problems.”

“I’m not blaming you for all of my problems. Just the Scar related ones.”

Grian snorted. “That’ll become a majority of your problems if you’re not careful. I’ll sit this one out, thanks.”

“Grian!”

“Mumbo.” Grian finally let his grin loose. “Disappointed that you can’t pressure me the way Scar can pressure you? I’m unbreakable.”

Mumbo blinked, stopping in his tracks. He just stared at Grian for a moment. Grian paused as well. “What? Is there something in my hair?”

“No, I just thought of something. I have an idea for how I can get out of my date! Thanks, Grian!” Mumbo patted his shoulder and hurried off. And if Mumbo was blushing a little bit as he ran, Grian didn’t see it.

“Scar.” Mumbo said, slightly out of breath. “I can’t go on the blind date tonight.”

“You can’t? Why not?” Scar continued wiping the counter.

“Because whoever you’re setting me up with won’t compare to Grian.” Mumbo’s face burned as he said it, knowing this was a risky move.

Scar paused to look at him. “You’re interested in Grian?”

“I am. So, I cannot go on that date tonight because it wouldn’t be fair to them.” Mumbo swallowed harshly.

Was it too soon to say he was interested in Grian? Was it too early in his friendship with Scar? Would Scar tell Grian what he said? It was a risk, but Mumbo accepted that. Every encounter he’d had with Grian just made him more interested in the man. He’d give it his best shot if Scar decided to pressure him into taking action.

“Well, that’s good news! I’d hate to send you on a date with him if you weren’t remotely interested.”

What? Mumbo blinked. And then he blinked again. “The date tonight is with Grian?”

“Of course, of course.”

“How’d you manage that? Grian told me he’s not interested in dating.”

“He’s not. But Pearl and I can be really sneaky when we want to be. If I’m honest, he doesn’t actually know he’s going on a date with you tonight. It’s a surprise!” Scar grinned.

“What if this ruins how he views me?” Mumbo scrunched his eyebrows. “If he’s tricked into going on a date, he’s going to suspect that I had something to do with it.”

“Oh, no. Not at all. Grian’s a smart cookie, and he’ll know it was all me and Pearl. Well, mostly Pearl since this whole thing was her idea, but he won’t blame you for it. Promise.”

“Alright…” Mumbo hesitated. “If this goes badly, you’re going to owe me a lot, buddy.”

“Oh, don’t I know it.” Scar sighed. “If this goes badly, you understand that Grian will also be mad at me for being a part of it. I have nothing but hope that this will go well. For all of our sakes, Mumbo.”

Mumbo’s mustache twitched, but he tried to relax. Only a few more hours. You won’t mess this one up.

“What are we thinking for tonight?” Grian said absently, putting away his camera bag.

“I have reservations for us at that new restaurant downtown.”

“Reservations?

“You were the one who said we need to experience the community more. So, I’m not cancelling.” Pearl wrinkled her nose. “You would’ve ordered fast food if I hadn’t done it. This is significantly better.”

“Uh huh.”

“Actually, it’s about time that we head there. We will need time to order, after all.”

“Sure.” Grian ran a hand through his hair. “Good enough?”

“It never gets better for you,” Pearl replied.

“Hey!”

Pearl dragged Grian downtown rather quickly. “I made the reservation in your name, by the way.” She glanced at her phone. “You can go get the table. I need to take this call.”

“Right.” Grian shifted uncomfortably, but he walked into the restaurant, grateful it wasn’t too formal.

“Reservation for two. Under Grian?”

The server nodded. “Back here.”

Grian studied the menu, thinking about what he was going to get. He knew Pearl would expect him to pay this time, as she’d paid for the last meal they’d shared.

“Hi.”

Grian nearly jumped out of his skin. “Mumbo?”

Mumbo gave him an embarrassed smile. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Sorry.” He pulled out the chair across from Grian.

Grian put the menu down slowly. “They didn’t.”

“If by that you mean Scar managed to successfully set us up on a blind date with each other, then yes, they most certainly did.”

“Pearl…” Grian pressed his palms into his eyes. “I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming.”

“Neither of us did, mate. But if it makes you feel any better, I bullied Scar into paying for dinner.”

Grian’s hands retreated. “You did?”

“I told him that it’s his head if this goes wrong, and if it goes badly because we start arguing about who is paying for it, it’s completely his fault.”

“Wow.”

“I aim to impress,” Mumbo replied cheekily.

“You certainly did that.” Grian blushed slightly. “So, this is a date, then?”

“Afraid so. We have to at least try. For Scar’s sake, of course.”

“Of course.” Grian swallowed harshly.

After the initial moments where they both struggled to come up with things to say, the date went well. The food was good, the conversation was good, and Grian could almost convince himself that Mumbo had blushed at his attempts to flirt.

Eventually, the night came to a close, and Mumbo offered to take him home.

“Oh, that’s not necessary, Mumbo.”

“Isn’t it?” Mumbo smiled mischievously. “I believe it is my duty as the man who took you on this date to also be the one to take you home.”

“Don’t be cheeky. The reservation was in my name.”

“I still want to take you home,” Mumbo replied.

Grian’s face burned, but he still shook his head. “If only I was willing to make it that easy for you.”

Mumbo put his hand on Grian’s shoulder. “Well, if I can’t take you home, I can at least do this.”

Grian looked up, preparing to ask what exactly Mumbo meant by that when Mumbo kissed him. He froze, unsure how to react for a moment before melting into the kiss. Mumbo’s facial hair tickled his face, and Grian quietly loved it, using Mumbo’s tie to pull him even closer.

Mumbo laughed against his mouth when they pulled apart briefly. Grian pulled him right back in for another one, and Mumbo made a delighted noise as Grian’s hand wove its way into his hair.

“Scar’s going to be so smug about this,” Grian said quietly, nestling up against Mumbo on his couch.

“We’ll never be free of the teasing,” Mumbo agreed.

“He’s been trying to convince me to ask you out for years at this point,” Grian replied.

“Has he?”

“Yeah. I spent too much time in the library for Scar to not get suspicious. And he knew you were my type.”

“Ah.” Mumbo’s face grew warm. “So, when you called me, he knew exactly who I was then.”

“Yep.” Grian made sure to pop the ‘p.’ “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think he figured out how you felt about me until you told him. Otherwise, I would’ve heard about it.”

“I was very aware of that, believe me. I think he was starting to figure it out though. I asked about you way too much.”

“Very suspicious,” Grian mused. “But very worth it, don’t you think?”

Mumbo wrapped his arms around Grian to squeeze him in a tight hug. “Very worth it indeed.”

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❄️ Hi darling!

Could I please get a Bayverse DonniexFemaleReader?

Naughty list, 6 and 15.

Kink list 1, 2, 7, 11, and 14.

Thank you so much 💜💜💜

Bows & Tinsel 🔥

Where's my Donnie lovers at? Cause this one is for you. 😉 Your prize is on the bottom, love! Hope you like it. ^^

🔞 Warning 🔞 NFSW 18+ Only

Bondage, Dom/Sub dynamic, oral, fingering, blindfold, and praise kink.

During the holidays, Donnie usually prefers working like usual. He would work on projects for missions, or just simple side stuff that keeps his brothers at bay while he works on the main projects. Guess you can call him a "shut in," yet you don't mind it at all.

But it would affect you if he doesn't take good care of himself, like he's doing at the moment.

"Donatello, if you do not get out of that lab so help me I will drag you out myself." You half threatened as you organized some shirt boxes onto your kitchen table. The poor woman wanted to wrap some gifts for everyone and have Donnie come over to spend some time together.

But the projects he's doing have to be done. The poor guy was running to no sleep for over 24 hours and it's slowly killing you that he hasn't been taking care of himself like he's supposed to.

"But I had to-"

"No buts sir," Grabbing the roll of wrapping paper, you placed it on the table and picked up your phone. "Have you forgotten that you're supposed to be spending some time with me? I understand that the projects are important but, please, manage your time wisely."

"I'm sorry but my brain just short circuited when you said "sir," so I need you to repeat that." You could just hear him smirking through the phone and you can't help but laugh at the irony. "You know how much that gets me going."

"Well the only thing that's keeping you going is that third cup of coffee you're drinking right now." Funny enough, you could hear the poor turtle cough like he was choking on something.

"How did you know I was-"

"I know you, my love. We've been dating for two years now. If I don't know you by now, then I am living under a rock. I'm just as observant as you are."

With that you rolled out the wrapping paper, lined up the shirt box, and started cutting the paper with the scissors. Your focus was no longer apparent to the phone and tried to finish the several shirt boxes that needed to be done.

From the lab, Donnie could hear the paper being cut and he felt guilty. You both had planned to wrap gifts together and, here he was, so engrossed by work that he had forgotten about the plan you've both set up. It wasn't his fault for having seven projects in line.

"Darling, I'm sorry for forgetting. Leo has been nagging at me for not finishing this project and pretty much gave me a deadline. I don't know why he has to give me one when he has never done so in the beginning." He rambled as he heard you stop cutting. He knows how you are when you are focused on something, so he doesn't want to go into much detail when you are barely focusing on his words.

"Well, does he realize that his younger brother is lacking in sleep and food? When was the last time you ate a proper meal, baby?" She could just feel her man wince because of the pause that came after. "Donnie?"

"I had a pop tart!"

"That's not- Okay, mister, you better get your shell over here in ten minutes. If not, I am coming down there myself and giving your brother a lecture." That stern tone was evident and Donnie wasn't gonna test your authority.

Even though he's mainly the one that's in control.

With that thought in mind Donnie chuckled, he could just see you raising your brow. The woman knew that chuckle. She has heard it before and it made your heart race.

"You're so sexy when you take control like that, darling, but I think we both know who's in charge in the relationship." He smirked.

You hummed. "Right now it's me because you don't know when to take a break."

Donnie nods. "All right. You wanna act like a brat, I'll treat you like one."

"Wise words coming from someone saying it through a cellular device."

"That's it." He says as he exited out of his lab and went straight to the entrance of the lair. "If you're not naked by the time I get there, you're gonna get punished."

The woman laughed, she loves to irk him and get his blood pumping. Yet she can't help but to feel turned on by his words. "What if I'm not? What are you gonna do then, Sir?"

That bartone in his voice just went deep and she could feel her essence flowed out from her femininity. Oh, she could feel his cock deep inside her; mouth watering just thinking of all the ways he could do to her. His callused hands caressing and taking control of her body. He knew her weak points - knew where to press and have her come undone with just a touch of the fingertip.

She didn't realize that she whimpered just by these thoughts alone. This was what Donnie's specialty lie's from within: he could use the right words and have your mind racing with all the possibilities.

"Already whimpering for me, darling? How precious." His tone teasing, she could hear movement from his end and she knew he was on his way to her. "I can't wait to unwrap you, honey, just wait until I get my hands on you."

Y/N can't help but snicker as she watches the window through the dining area. As soon as the call ended, the woman locked the window so he couldn't get in. But, knowing him, he would unlock it with the gadgets he's carrying. That man has everything, and nothing will stop him from getting what he wants.

With that, her front facing the window, she continued cutting the paper and wrapped the boxes. It's been five minutes since the call ended and her heart was racing tenfold; adrenaline and anticipation coursing through her veins as she was constantly eyeing the window.

"Where is he?" She says as the silence throughout the apartment was deafening. Nothing could be heard, not even the creak of metal when he arrived. Sighing, she continues with her progress. "These gifts don't wrap themselves."

"Can I unwrap you instead?"

She almost screamed but a calloused hand went towards her mouth as Donnie turned her to face him, a smirk evident on his face. "You think that you can lock me out? You're sadly mistaken, darling. It's not the first time you've done this and, just like last time, you've forgotten your bedroom window."

Her eyes widened. How could she forget about her bedroom window?

His chuckle was deep and seductive as he leaned down to her neck. "It was like you were begging me to punish you, am I right?" When his woman whimpered, he had his answer. "I thought so. You just couldn't help yourself, can you? Just the thought of me ravishing you until there's nothing left turns you on doesn't it, pet.

"Having my cock down your throat, my fingers working wonders to you. Oh, don't get me started on the way my cock hits all the right spots when I pound inside you. No matter how many times you conceal those screams and moans, you just can't hold them in because you're just drowning in ecstasy." His hand left your lips and slowly trailed behind the nape of your neck, then he grasped your hair and pulled it back. "You love it when I take control like this, right pet? Tell me, darling, what exactly you so desire."

After that he took off his mask and wrapped it over your eyes, blocking your vision. The woman can't help but to swallow whatever was in her throat, her throat suddenly feels dry as he leaned towards her neck once again and left feather-like kisses.

"I-I want you, please." Y/N begged as his hazel eyes watched your every reaction, the aroma of your arousal filled his nostrils and he let out a deep groan from his chest.

"That's not good enough, darling. I need more of a description." He smirked as another whimper fell from your lips.

"Donatello, if you do not-" a gasp escaped you as you were turned again and now laid face down onto the table.

"This is not Donatello right now, pet. This is your professor and you do as I say, do you understand?" You bit your lip and you nodded. "Good girl. Now, let's get you naked since you haven't done as you were told."

Donnie stripped you until you were bare. The cold air made your nipples erect and your beloved made a hum of satisfaction.

"Look at you, darling. So beautiful and extravagant." He kissed her shoulder blade and slowly made his way down her spine. The woman's reactions to his touches were glorious; the way she shivered and her legs trembled with anticipation, Donnie couldn't help himself as he trailed his hand to her femininity. His fingertips made work with her flower and the woman spread her legs for him, wanting more contact.

But he broke apart from her and she whimpered. "What's wrong, pet? Disappointed that you can't get what you want." He teased as he placed his groin to her bottom, rocking and grinding as their moans of ecstasy rolled through them. "You could have this if you weren't such a brat."

A whimper-like cry escaped your lips as you shook your hips, teasing the man even further. "Stop screwing with me, Donnie! I'm trying to wrap gifts!"

A chuckle left him as he pulled away from her, a cold wave rushed through her as she realized what she had done. "That's it. I'm tying you up with some tinsel."

Oh, how she had regretted opening her big mouth. Tied and vulnerable, she cried out in ecstasy as the wave of release washed over her for the umpteenth time. His purple mask was soaked from her pleasurable tears, her legs shaking as his mouth devoured her flower like he hasn't had any water in days.

And she was his oasis. His safe haven that saved him from dying of thirst.

His churrs, growls, and groans traveled to her femininity and she couldn't help but tremble from the intensity.

Her hands tied above her head with the tinsel, legs spread, as sweat glistened from her body. The way his fingers worked inside her as his tongue moved like he was licking icing from his favorite snack, his woman can't help but mewl as another release was building. He could sense it, too. Like he has memorized her body language and she was one of his many experiments to work on.

"You better be counting how many times you've released, pet. I will give you a pop quiz, if you don't."

Oh, how she couldn't stand his pop quizzes. She always failed. He works her up so high and when he drops her, it hits hard - hard enough that she can't control her body anymore.

Her body was his to control.

He has her in his hands, not that she wants to escape but with the pop quiz. . . she's in danger.

"Judging by your reaction, you have lost count." Her body tensed up as she felt him smirk on her inner thigh. "Pop quiz, darling." She whimpered out in frustration, the poor woman can't escape them no matter how hard she tried.

"Like the last time, if you answer three questions correctly you will get a reward. First question," he says as he teased the spot inside of her, licking his lips as she whimpered. "What does DNA stand for?"

"Deoxyribonucleic acid."

"Correct." He praised as he sucked on her flower and she squealed in pleasure. "Second question: what is the most abundant gas in the Earth's atmosphere?"

The woman cried out as Donnie hit that one spot inside her; his finger worked magic, brutally hitting it as she tried to think of the answer to his question. He's not going to make this easy for her and she knows it.

With enough strength she could muster, she whimpered out, "N-Nitrogen."

"Correct, you're doing wonderfully." He slowed down his thrusts and she sighed with relief and frustration. "Final question: Who loves you the most?"

The woman smiled as her heart warmed with love and adoration. "Donatello."

She could feel the smile radiating from him as he pulled away. "Correct. Now, for your reward."

The blindfold was soon taken off of her and she had to adjust her sight. When her vision was adjusted she watched as Donnie slowly took off his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. Her mouth watered as he was soon fully naked before her and another whimper escaped her lips as he teased her flower with the tip of his cock.

"You look so beautiful, darling. I love you so much and I'm sorry for forgetting something so important. Let me make it up to you."

With that, he stretched her out like no man ever could.

She won't be walking or wrapping the rest of the gifts tonight.

Here's your prize! ^^

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Chapter 5- Abu Dhabi

Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates (GST- UTC/GMT +4).

7:05 PM

As soon as the race ended, Lando turned off the engine of his car and turned on his own engine. There was no time left to congratulate Max or console Lewis. "Lando! Where are you going?" Charlotte shouted running after him "I have to go back to my hotel room" "What?! Why?!" "I must get on a plane in 50 minutes!" "He shouted back "You have what?! Lando, can you please wait for me?" he stopped to wait for her "Thanks" he started walking again "What do you mean by catching a plane?" "I am going to Santorini" "It's the last race you don't need to anticipate holidays" "I do have" "And can I know why?" "If I don't catch this plane, I won't be in Greece till today" "Why do you need to be in Greece that night?" "So she will not sleep with the Italian hot lad" "What?! Who?" "A girl who I used to go out with" "What's about her?" "I can't let her sleep with him" he said taking his racing suit off, she turned her back "She used to be your girlfriend?' "No" "So what do you have to do with her sexual life?" he stopped for a minute "Cause she was supposed to be with me" Charlotte felt his feelings "Lando…" "It's my fault" he continued to dress his regular clothes "She tried to take me out last week and I made up a ridiculous excuse" he finished dressing "Now I have to fix it" She turned to face him "I see that you have feelings for her, but…" he touched her shoulder "no Charlie, I just need to have her. Otherwise, I will drive insane" She took his hand off her shoulder, such a womanizer "... But, I can't let you" "I am going anyway" "Lando!" "Charlotte!" She breathed deeply "Please don't make anything ridiculous" he hugged her "Love you" "Love you too" and he ran to catch his plane.

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5 and a half hours later

Santorini, Greece:

11:26 PM (EEST- UTC/GMT+3)

She looked bright in that golden party dress, even tho it was just a detail cause that night in Italy when she was wearing a rock band tee and ripped jeans shorts was proof she looked bright in every way.

She had a glass in her hands, probably not beer and definitely not zero alcohol cause she was gigglier than usual. For the first time since he had that idea, he froze, without being able to move his feet. What if it was a mistake? What if he would ruin her night? Nah. He couldn't think like that, it would be ridiculous and he promised Charlotte no ridiculous things. Also, once back to Woking, the lecturing for leaving at the end of the race would be unpleasantly waiting for him. And somehow she invited him, with those daring words 'if you were there'. He wasn't sure if it was an invitation or a challenge but he was about to do it anyway, no matter which was her real intention. Anyhow, he was there and she wouldn't have sex with the Italian model if he was there, right? Right! Or at least he hoped...

Even so, he didn't want to lose it, lose his time, lose his job, make Charlotte lose hers, had emitted tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere for no reason, he needed to be sure it all wasn't going to be in vain. So he decided to call her and see how things went. Actually, he should have called her before catching a plane to Greece, but it was already done, so fuck it.

He took a deep breath, tapped her name on contacts, and clicked on it, waiting anxiously for her to pick. To be fair, looking at her staring hesitantly at her phone, unsure of what she should do, made him even more anxious. But not as anxious as when she decided to pick up. So anxious he remained in silence for a few seconds "Hello?" he cleaned his throat, his voice sounding a bit different from usual "Hey..." "Is everything alright?" "Yeah! I... hum, just need you to do something for me" she sighed "Hi, Lando, how are you? It's nice to talk with you too" he sighed embarrassed, already blushing "Sorry... Hi, beautiful, how are you?" "Too late Lando, what do you need me to do?" "Don't sleep with the guy" she sniffed putting her drink down "Lando..." "Listen to me" she sighed, leaning on the bar counter consenting him the word "Go ahead" "I made a mistake" he continued "I agreed it all was done with you, but I am not a quitter, I am persistent, I work hard and I never stop until I achieve my goal, plus I hate to lose and I won't let you sleep with the other guy" he made a pause to accumulate some guts "I like you. And I want you and if missing all the last race of the year interviews and other stuff to tell you this isn't enough for you, just tell me what's and I will do it" "Did you miss all the interviews just for calling me?" Fuck, Lando! You and your big mouth "Hum... yeah!" "Why? I mean couldn't you just wait till it ended?" "No, I had... I have to know you're not with him when you're supposed to be with me" She chewed her inner cheek "You turned down my invitation the other day!" "I know but…" It has no 'but' she was right. He lost again and put his ass on the line for absolutely nothing, because he didn't have any morals and... she took a deep breath and admitted "You're enough already" Wow! shot-right-in-the-heart. "So why you're being so harsh?" "Because... I saw this movie over and over, and it always has the same end: you guys say those beautiful things, my heart melts, I feel bad for seeing you humiliating yourselves over me and I bend up. And as soon as you have an orgasm, the cursing is over, Guys like you get out of trance and fall back to reality. And guess what? They remember about the girl who is in fact special to them and, damn, I don't like it, fuck! I want to be enough for you as much as you are for me. And not only sexually, do you understand me?" he felt bad for her, it wasn't right to be treated like that and he knew it. Oh, he knew it "Just please don't sleep with him" "I…" " I promise we will talk about it all next time we meet" She took a pause to breathe deeply, he didn't dare to look at her, scared of seeing her expression, how much pain he was causing her " "Okay" she gave up. He smiled "Okay" he repeated softly, she was overwhelmed of course and she wanted to cry, he could tell due to her breath sound, so he aligned his shirt's collar and walked towards her.

Apart from the butterflies throwing a party in his stomach, he felt good and confident. His clothes were nice and he tried as much as he could not think about how screwed he would be if it didn't work, but he remained strong, touching her shoulder softly "Don't cry" he demanded, she turned around confused, taking her phone away from her ear, she couldn't believe "Lando…" "Hi!" he smiled "Hold those tears back, miss" he said calmly ending the phone call and rubbing a tear drop from her face, leaving glitter on his thumb "How... What are you doing here?" "I came here to do it" he pulled her for a hug, a strong, full of feelings hug "I am sorry" he whispered against her skin "You came here to hug me?" he pulled his face back just to look at her, still in shock "Yeah" he affirmed, confident. She smiled "And this" he pulled her to a kiss, an intense kiss, that made her relax for the first time since she started to drink thinking about the McLaren's driver; "Take me out of here" she muttered against his lips "Okay" he took her hand and guided the big mess he made her become away from the bar, away from the crowd, and mainly away from the good looking Italian guy, to where they could be only the two of them, to where she didn't have to hide the amazing person she was and fake to be another one, where she could eat pizza and watch k-dramas in comfortable clothes, where he could sleep like a baby, laid on her full-of-pizza belly after 3 months of zero quality sleep and jet lag effect.

He was so lost in those good memories that he didn't even notice the rushed pace he got, she giggled "Wait, wait, wait" bringing him back to reality "What's wrong?" she took her golden Jimmy Cho high heels off and he noticed how much he liked her small stature, smiling at her "What are you doing?" "Now I can follow your pace" "Sorry" "No, is fine. I love to have my bare feet" he looked at her small, princess feet on the stone stairs 'so adorable' "In this case, you're welcome" she giggled 'Fuck! He was crushed on a freaking smurf' "All good?" "All good" "So let's go" he bounced the stairs down, with her glued on him, tugging them to the hotel elevator, where he kissed her again.

...

In the hotel room, where they ripped off each other's clothes, the moonlight was the only flash of light coming from the half-open window. She had her back laid on the mattress, her hips widely open, knees parted at its extreme, with his athletic body between her thighs, filling her cervix with himself. The sound of "Lan..." she let slip from her lips, without being able to finish, still unsure if due to the cutting hard breath or the sudden electricity sparkling inside her core every time he moved, even for a millimeter, or breathed, or made a sound, or sweated, or looked at her, anything.

She moaned slowly, in a low tone, more like a whine, she wanted to pay more attention to the sounds they made together, the sounds coming from him. Suddenly the forearms on each side of her frame flexed up, his weight concentrated on his palms, his sweaty, still firm tho, hands slid down and had a strong, soft grip on her ribs, lifting half of her body, lowering half of his till he got sit with her on his lap. They didn't need to say it loud out, it felt like a performance they presented too many times already. She started to move her hips, knees working, flexing up and down, hips making circles, rubbing her body up and down his abdomen. Her messy bun tight on the top of her head will get stuck in his mind for the following weeks. He placed a hand on it and undone her hair, throwing the elastic away from the bed, she shook her hair, making it slide down to her neck and shoulders. He looked into his eyes, which have been avoiding during the whole time they were inside that room, and she looked back, regretting instantly, cause his eyes told her earlier about luxury and then were talking about pleasure, both things which shouldn't exist between them in her perception.

She slowed the pace of the riding, forcing him to say or do something. "Faster" he said among the heavy breaths. She dried a few sweat drops on his face "I don't want to" he looked into her eyes again "What do you want, then?" "You to do something about it". Sadic, he thought "Fine" he took himself out of her and turned her hips 180 degrees suddenly, placing her belly on the mattress. He placed one knee on each side of her legs and slightly pressed her body against the sheets, getting inside of her again. The bed muffled her sounds, so he bent forward to ask, low and sexy on her ear "Hands and knees, princess. I want to hear you" She smirked and obeyed his demand, becoming scandalous when he started the thrustings. She didn't need to fake it, she felt it all, out loud, to everyone who wanted to listen, but doing it for him to listen only, that was the important thing, the reason why. He pulled her body up to him, moaning on her ear, thrusting roughly. She placed one hand on his nape and pulled his hair as she felt the explosion before they cum on each other.

...

Later:

They were laid on the bed having pillow talk

"I think you are more than enough" "Really?" "If I didn't why would I come here against my superior's orders at the last race of the year? I could find sex in anyone else but you are the only you" She raised an eyebrow "What about Dubai?" Freaking Katerina "How do you know about it?" "It was all over socials" She was right "Anyway, didn't you hear the 'against my superiors orders' and 'at the end of the calendar' part?" she chuckled "Okay" "You look adorable when you are drunk" "Slightly tipsy" "Slightly tipsy?" "Uhum" "Sure" he muttered caressing her hair "Lewis says that's my automatic answer for when someone asks me if I'm drunk" "You and Lewis are good friends aren't you?" He asked casually "Yeah" she answered indifferently, enjoying the hair caressing "He knows how to value a friendship. Maybe..." she yawned "Maybe I can have the same thoughts about you someday. Except that I don't want to be friends only" he smiled "I know that you will" "I hope..." Then she fell asleep with the soft movements he was making on her hair. And while he watched her calm and soft expression he found himself desperate and anxious. He stopped the caressing slowly, taking a lot of caution for not waking her up. Then he stepped out of the bed to grab his phone and left for the hotel lobby. Wearing his beige shorts, hotel flip-flops, and his unbuttoned white shirt. A few people looked at him on his way to the elevator, whispering and giggling to each other but he didn't care, he was too angst for it.

...

Carlos was sleeping deeply. The snorting denounced him. Nothing could break that majestic oneiric experience. Nothing except his old teammate. He struggled to open his eyes and when he finally did he picked up the phone, angry "Qué putas horas crees que son aquí? (what fucking hours do you think is here?)" "What!? No, Carlos, that's not time for Spanish classes" the Spanish man looked at the clock on his side table "That's right. It's 3 in the morning! It's no time for speaking Spanish or any language at all. It's time for fucking sleeping!" "I know, I know, but..." "What?!" "I am panicking" Carlos sat on his bed, concerned "What happened, bro?" "I... I hit on two girls at the same time" "Two only?" Carlos said indifferent as he was used to that behavior of Lando "Well, it had a few more. But those two especially" "What's new about it?" "I think I have feelings for them both" "Hum, that's new. You are never in love with anyone..." "I haven't said this word!" Carlos continued as he never was interrupted "... And now you are in love with two simultaneously" Lando rolled his eyes "Yeah..." "That's why you are panicking?" "I don't know what to do" "Pick one" "Isn't that simple" "Which of them do you like the most?" "How am I supposed to know?!" "Which of them do you think is more interesting?" "They both are interesting" "The prettiest?" "They both are pretty. And hot" "Which one do you like to spend more time with?" "I don't know! I... Carlos, stop asking questions! I don't know the answers!" "Right. Which of them would you put your hand on fire for?" "None. I choose my hand" "Not literally, stupid. I mean take risks, do stupid things, ruin your career for, I don't know, something like that..." Finally a good question. He knew for which one he had done all of those things already "That one I know the answer" "Do you really?" Carlos asked surprised "Yes. Thanks for your help, man. It was very useful" "You're welcome?" "Have a good night. Bye" "Bye..." Carlos didn't think that he was very useful. In fact, if he was the one receiving the advice he gave to Lando he would only get more confused "Bueno. Ahora puedo volver a mío sueño (Good. Now I can back to my dream)".

...

Lando entered the room trying not to wake her up. He stood there watching the serenity of her sleep. He would kill for sleeping like that. The door didn't wake her up but his loud thoughts did. She opened her eyes slightly before sitting on the bed. She rubbed her eyes, sleepy "What's up?" "I..." He approached the bed sitting at the side next to hers "I had Carlos on the phone" he pointed to his iPhone "At 3am?" "Yeah" "Is everything okay?" He took a deep breath "No" she tried to touch his hand but he retreated "What's wrong?" "I can't go out with you anymore" Her bright faded away, as she was made of sugar and his words were water.  He was ready for her screaming with him and throwing the whole hotel room in his head, but she just chuckled, sarcastic, bitter "Why it doesn't impress me?" "Look... I just can't" "You just can't" She shook her head, turning her back to him "I should have never slept with you" She walked away from him, and he followed "Wait..." "Why? Why did you come till here and look for trouble if you knew it would hurt me? I let it very clear I couldn't handle this right now" "Because I couldn't let you sleep with the good looking Italian!" she hit him with the pillow softly "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? IS THIS A COMPETITION NOW!?" "I haven't said that" "Unfortunately I like you not him, idiot. My life would be a lot easier if I had a crush on Giaro, not on you" and he knew it was true it was written on her wavy eyes "I..."  she waited for him to say something, at least try to fix the chaos he started, but nothing came, he just didn't know what to say. She threw herself on the sofa and covered her face with the pillow "If that's all, please leave my hotel room" "I..." "Just leave now and never talk to me again, yes?" he tried again "Please don't be mad at me" she looked at him "I can't believe you!" "Please..." "Get out!" She got into the bathroom and closed the door. He was about to try to talk with her, say sorry for what he'd done, but a text popped on his phone screen. It wasn't the boss, Charlotte, Carlos, Max, or Daniel, but was her. The other her 

'Missing you'

That was what the text said. He grabbed his stuff from the bedroom floor, his phone and wallet, wore his white Nike airs, and as fast as he got there, he was out. The text was a coincidence only. He had already made up his mind at the hotel lobby. He promised Charlotte not to do stupid things but unfortunately, he let her down "It's better Charlie doesn't find out" he thought.

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in which ace gets lost on his way to class. thank the seven his dorm head is there to help him!

+ bonus drabble below the cut <3 happy valentine's to these losers

(takes place post-dorm ace vignette, but before book 2 aka right in the middle of ace's big fat crush on his oblivious dorm head)

"Shit, shit, shit, I'm gonna be late!" Ace dashes past groups of students in the hallway, magic pen gripped tightly in his hands as wind magic swirls around him. "And I don't even know where the hell I'm supposed to-"

"Ace Trappola! What do you think you're doing running in the hallways!" The first-year freezes at the familiar voice (and no, his heart didn't skip a beat) and turns around to find his dorm head glaring at him with crossed arms.

Two weeks ago, seeing Riddle would've added to his pent-up frustration, and he probably would've gotten his magic sealed (or re-sealed) by the end of their interaction. Now, they're at least on good enough terms that Ace has some hope he won't be arriving to class late and collared.

Plus, there are a few upsides to having his dorm head here at this very moment, none of which have to do with how cute he is.

"Dorm head! Sorry, but I really need your help right now," Ace says as he approaches Riddle. "My magic analysis discussion went overtime and then Trein switched his lecture hall last minute, and I was running because I have no idea where room 2408 is, and if I'm not there in five, I'm gonna be late again! Please, you wouldn't let me be late, right?"

Riddle thinks for a second, then nods. "In that case, it can't be helped. Very well, I'll take you there." Ace is just about to cheer and thank his dorm head for the directions, but then Riddle takes his hand and starts leading him down the hallway, effectively making his brain short-circuit.

Holy shit. Riddle's holding his hand.

The touch sends sparks through his fingers and up his arm, until all Ace can think about is the warmth of Riddle's hand in his and how perfectly their hands fit together and-

...he needs to think about something else. If he keeps going with this, Ace is fairly sure he'll burst into a ball of flames, never mind that fire magic is Riddle's specialty and not his, and so the first-year tears his gaze away from their hands and tries to look at the scenery.

Keyword: tries, because his eyes drift back to Riddle again and again. Eventually, he gives up and looks at Riddle's face instead.

His dorm head is saying something, probably about how he should have better manners than to run in the halls, but none of the words are registering in his brain.

Actually, Ace would be surprised if anything could register in his brain with the way he feels all tingly. Maybe he should just skip lecture at this point-

"-ce. Ace!" The first-year blinks, and suddenly Riddle's waving one hand in front of his face with a look of mild concern. "I said we're here. Didn't you hear me?"

"Oh." Ace glances up, and sure enough, they're standing in front of room 2408. "Th-thanks, dorm head."

Riddle frowns, and fuck, that should not look as cute as it does. "Are you alright? You look rather red."

"Fine. I'm fine, thanks." Ace does his best to give a relaxed smile, and thankfully, Riddle believes it.

"Very well. Just be sure to get proper rest if you think you're coming down with something." The first-year shoots a thumbs-up at him, and Riddle nods. "Right then, I'll be-"

"Wait!" His dorm head startles and turns back to look at him, his head tilted questioningly, and Ace internally curses the tremor in his voice. "I, uh... why did you, y'know... take me here yourself? I thought you would've just given me directions or something because you're such a busy guy."

"Well, there was a chance you might have misinterpreted, and then you really would've been late. I can't have one of my dorm members getting lost or being late, so leading you here myself was the only surefire way. And besides, I'm not so busy that I can't help you personally."

The answer is so honest and overwhelmingly Riddle that it almost hurts. "O-okay! Sure. Thanks a ton, dorm head."

"It was my pleasure." Riddle smiles lightly before he turns to leave. "You should head inside. And be sure to pay attention, or you know what's coming."

The smile tips him over the edge, and Ace hurriedly pushes the lecture hall doors open before plopping down in the first empty seat he sees and burying his face in his palms with a groan.

That beautiful boy is going to be the death of him. And Ace doesn't mind it one bit.

[neil-neil-orange-peel]

TYO Essay

A while back, I mentioned I wrote an essay for my previous uni course where I used TYO as a source to look at the early 1980s. @a-a-a-anon expressed an interest in reading it, so here ya go! The quality of it is seriously iffy (I was 18/19 when I wrote it and had no idea how to actually write or reference academic essays yet, and just the quality of the writing makes me cringe a bit). There was also more I wanted to say but couldn't due to the word limit (don't remember what these other things were now). Despite all that, the lecturer liked it, and it was cool I got to write about TYO for uni.

The Young Ones as a Cultural Source for Early 1980s Britain

Although today in Britain the future often feels uncertain – the global pandemic notwithstanding, Brexit is still looming on the horizon – the Britons of 40 years ago doubtlessly felt similarly, albeit for different reasons. In the early 1980s, the threat of nuclear war was palpable, as the existence of Protect and Survive[1] attests to. Nuclear war paranoia influenced British culture in the 1980s, with bleak examples such as the BBC film Threads (1984) and Raymond Briggs’ When the Wind Blows (1986) still remembered keenly today. Both fictionalisations of nuclear war featured material from Protect and Survive and highlighted the message of contemporary nuclear disarmament protestors: no one can win a nuclear war. Of the less apocalyptic issues, unemployment hit 3 million (about 11.7%[2]) in 1983 – for comparison, in 2019 it was estimated to be at 1.281 million (about 3.6%[3]). The Thatcher administrations’ efforts to break from the post-war consensus and embrace neo-liberalism created divisions in society. Yet, amidst threats of nuclear war, mass unemployment, the decline of British industry and the growth of individualism, a cultural revolution in comedy dubbed “alternative comedy” was fast taking hold in Britain – and in much the same way Thatcherism’s impacts can still be felt on society today, so too can alternative comedy’s.

Running for 2 series (12 episodes in total) on BBC2 between 1982-84, anarchic and slightly surreal sitcom The Young Ones epitomised the break between older styles of comedy and the new wave. Although The Young Ones has been called ground-breaking and classic, it is also now regarded as somewhat dated for its jokes pertaining to current events. Therefore, its scripts are an interesting source for an insight into the time in which it was produced and based: early 1980s Britain.

Firstly, it is important to understand what The Young Ones actually was. Written by Ben Elton, Rik Mayall and Lise Mayer[4] and with additional material provided by Alexei Sayle, it followed the misadventures of four vastly different university students at the fictional Scumbag College in North London. Whilst the four were never seen doing anything remotely akin to studying, it aimed at being representative of university life, students and the squalor they lived in. The show was not a conventional sitcom in that it did not pertain to a family and it featured a musical act in every episode so that it could be classified as “light entertainment”, as the BBC had no further budget available for sitcoms at the time. Because many of its principal actors came from the stand-up comedy circuit, there was an emphasis on excitement and unpredictability over discernible plots and many memorable scenes featured characters injuring themselves and others, destroying bits of the set and crashing through walls, as well as randomly interspersed and unrelated cutaway gag segments. There was a cartoonish level of slapstick violence, swearing and toilet humour, which appear milder to today’s palate than 40 years ago.

British audiences were divided by The Young Ones mostly along age lines, with younger viewers engaging readily with this new style of comedy and older viewers seeing it as unnecessarily vulgar and silly. Indeed, the characters that had been transplanted from their actors’ stand-up routines were deliberately disgusting, exaggerated caricatures and horrible to one another. Mayall himself played wannabe lefty anarchist Rick, who frequently came to rather explosive blows with the violent punk medical student, Vyvyan (played by Mayall’s comedy partner, Adrian Edmondson). Also featured was badly done to, depressed hippie Neil (played by Nigel Planer) and the mysterious leader and straight man of the group, Mike The Cool Person (played by Christopher Ryan, the only one of the core cast without a comedy background). Sayle too appeared in every episode as either their hated landlord Balowski or a member of his family, where he would deliver a short stand-up monologue to the camera. The show’s title (and opening theme) was derived from the Cliff Richard song of the same name, as Mayall’s character was a huge fan.

The Young Ones took on the issues of its day, perhaps none more so than the episode “Bomb”. “Bomb” uses dark humour to address fears over nuclear war by having an atom bomb land in the characters’ kitchen at the start of the episode. Even before the characters deal with the unexploded bomb, the script is already hinting at the theme of nuclear war in this cutaway gag sequence, featuring a family on a packet of cereal:

FATHER: Would you two shut up and keep smiling? We’re supposed to be the ideal nuclear family!

GIRL: Post-nuclear, more like!

Not only was this segment ridiculing the “ideal nuclear family” that was promoted by the Thatcher governments – none of the characters posing as a family get along at all and the “father” reveals himself to be gay, thus exposing the lie that there is truly an “ideal” family – it also managed to slip in a quick gag about nuclear war. This reflected a genuine belief by many at the time that nuclear war was coming, especially amongst the young.[5]

When the main characters finally become aware of the bomb in their kitchen, the script offers this response:

NEIL: I’m going upstairs to get the incredibly helpful and informative “Protect and Survive” manual! Nobody better touch this while I’m gone!

This reference to the Protect and Survive manual, which at the time and retrospectively has been regarded as useless in the event of an actual nuclear attack, appears for the purpose of ridiculing it. Having the character of Neil act as though the manual could help deal with something as serious as an atom bomb in the kitchen employs sarcasm as a critical tool. Protect and Survive featured suggestions such as painting the windows of the house white in order to deflect the heat from a blast, which The Young Ones also satirised:

RICK: Neil, can you lend me five- What are you doing?

[NEIL is reading his survival manual while painting himself white with a paintbrush]

NEIL: Oh, painting myself white to deflect the blast.

RICK: That’s great, isn’t it? Racial discrimination, even in death! What are these? [indicates a few lunchbags on the table]

NEIL: Sandbags!

The misinterpretation of the manual’s instructions, as well as the substitution of items deemed vital for items found in the house, reflects the feeling that most British households were simply unprepared for a nuclear attack and stood very little chance of survival. This is compounded later in the episode, when the four main characters resort to hiding underneath the kitchen table as a means of escaping the blast of the bomb – something many had resorted to in air raids during WWII but which was drastically inadequate protection against an atom bomb. This episode also portrayed the nihilism in British culture over nuclear war – a nihilism that can be found in other cultural sources, such as The Smiths song “Ask”[6] – through the character of Vyvyan, who spends much of the episode attempting to set the bomb off.

This show being the work of alternative comedians, The Young Ones also utilised its anarchic tone to critique the Thatcher administration of the time. This was usually done through the character of Rick, who blamed Margaret Thatcher for most problems faced by the group. Though his character existed to satirise upper-class closet conservatives as well as overzealous student activists, he was something of a mouthpiece for the left-wing writers. Some of his more memorable outbursts include:

RICK: We haven’t got any money! Vyvyan’s baby will be a pauper! Oliver Twist! Jeffrey Dickens! Back to Victorian values! [directly to camera, angrily] I hope you’re satisfied, Thatcher!

RICK: Neil! The bathroom’s free! Unlike the country under the Thatcherite junta!

Other characters were used to critique the government too:

RICK: School’s out forever! Yeah, come on everyone! Let all your hairs hang out! Do whatever you want!

MIKE: What’s all the excitement, Rick? Has education finally been cut altogether? That’s the only reason I voted Tory.

The first of these is a reference to the 1983 interview in which Thatcher endorsed a return to “Victorian values”. That is, a rolling back of the state to unburden the individual and set them free to prosper, should they put the effort in. This New Right attitude, combined with the high unemployment figures from that year, created the view that Thatcherism was about looking out for “number one”. This wasn’t aided by Employment Secretary Norman Tebbit’s “Get On Your Bike” speech at the Conservative Party Conference in 1981. The Young Ones captured the mood of particularly the youth in such a climate – one in which many felt misunderstood and patronised – in a cutaway segment featuring the fictional TV programme Nozin’ Aroun’:

BAZ: Rol! A lot of my mates say to me, “Oh Baz, what is the point?” What would you say to them?

ROLAND: Well surely, Baz, your mates must realise that there definitely is a point!

BAZ: So a real message of hope and good cheer there – from Roland, a really ace guy!

To summarise; just as is the case today, early 1980s Britons were facing uncertainty. This was especially the case for anyone working in manufacturing industries, as the unsuccess of the Miners’ Strike of 1984 signified a wider trend in British industry. The government’s overarching aim of turning society away from one in which a “nanny state” risked making people idle to one where everyone was free to accumulate wealth that would trickle down to the less well off was never going to be a smooth period to live through. The last tremors of the Cold War didn’t help make the period more bearable. Yet, it is often harder or uncertain times where laughter becomes more valuable to people and The Young Ones – though not to everyone’s political or cultural tastes – undeniably provided some release for younger generations. To call it an entirely accurate depiction of early 1980s Britain would be to forget that its primary purpose was amusement. Nevertheless, it does provide a colourful insight and one that is remembered with fondness by those who grew up watching it, even today.

[1] Protect and Survive was a series of government issued pamphlets, public information films and radio broadcasts produced in the late 1970s/early 1980s, to be distributed 72 hours before a nuclear attack was expected. Public interest meant they were released in 1980.

[2] https://countryeconomy.com/unemployment/uk?dr=1983-12, December 1983

[3] Office for National Statistics, December 2019

[4] All of whom are alumni of the University of Manchester.

[5] After speaking to some adults who were young during this period, Mr Smith revealed how (aged 11 in 1983) he told his class: “I want to be there when the bomb drops. I want to be right next to it so I’m disintegrated and don’t know anything about it.” Additionally, he was under the impression that a bomb would likely be dropped on Piccadilly Gardens, Manchester.

[6] “If it’s not love / Then it’s the bomb / Then it’s the bomb that will bring us together” – S. Morrissey & J. Marr, “Ask”, The World Won’t Listen, 1987

Bibliography:

Sources:

B. Elton, R. Mayall & L. Mayer, “Demolition”, The Young Ones, BBC2, 1982

B. Elton, R. Mayall & L. Mayer, “Bomb”, The Young Ones, BBC2, 1982

B. Elton, R. Mayall & L. Mayer, “Cash”, The Young Ones, BBC2, 1984

B. Elton, R. Mayall & L. Mayer, “Nasty”, The Young Ones, BBC2, 1984

B. Elton, R. Mayall & L. Mayer, “Summer Holiday”, The Young Ones, BBC2, 1984

Central Office of Information, Protect and Survive, Her Majesty’s Stationary Office, 1980

Transcript of Brian Walden interview with Margaret Thatcher for BBC, 1983: https://www.margaretthatcher.org/document/105087

[sincerelydorky]

Jily x reader Angst flashback/pt.2

Here is a flashback scene and sort of a part 2 of the Jily x reader angst from earlier.

word count- 2,977

James potter x Lily Evans x reader

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It wasn’t often that you got the apartment to yourself. Gone were the days where you kept a separate home from the two loves of your life, and gone were the days when you all felt the need to spend every minute together. It took time and the rebuilding of trust to get back to where you were after everything that happened before and after Lily and James’s wedding, but with your own commitment ceremony a couple of months in the rear-view, everything was better than ever. Still, it was nice to be able to sit with your thoughts, without James’s need for noise or Lily’s near constant fidgeting distracting you. Now that you lived with them and were committed to them in all the ways you could be, it wasn’t as often that you would reminisce on the start of your relationship, or well, the start of what would become your relationship. The holidays are quickly approaching however and with it, so are your sentimental thoughts.

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You met James and Lily a couple of years out of college. You had just moved to the city and just taken a job at a university as an associate professor while you worked towards your doctorate. Lily came to one of your public lectures on the social justice system and the new proposed laws impacting the foster care system. You learned that she was a human rights lawyer and she was working on a case that heavily involved a few major players in the policy writing circuit. Lily approached you after the lecture with a few questions. It would be a lie to say that you weren’t intimidated when she strode up to you, her red hair pulled up into an elegant updo and her face severe until she smiled and it lit up. She was easily one of the most beautiful women that you had ever seen and you couldn’t help but be struck a little dumb for the first half of the introduction proportion of the conversation. You talked to her for probably an hour before she had to  get back to the office, she left you with her business card and your number in her phone- strictly because you could be a potential expert witness, but god did you want her to use it for personal reasons. The next few weeks were quiet until you received a text message. Lily was asking to meet again, she had more questions. Naturally you agreed. When you met with her again, the professional air of the meeting slowly began to thaw and before you knew it you were joking and talking like you had known each other for ages. At some points, you could have even sworn that Lily was flirting with you. Nothing overt, just a brush of a hand while you were both laughing, you would have sworn that at one point you caught her looking at your lips while you were talking, and your chairs that started off at a respectable distance for a professional conversation, were almost on top of each other when you were finally drug away from the encounter. So, yes, you felt it was safe to say that Lily was flirting with you. Until you met James. 

The evening had started off normal enough, you had known Lily for a few months at this point, and after the initial coffee conversation, you began to see more and more of her. You wouldn’t call her your best friend, you were still getting to know each other and also the word put a sour taste in your mouth when you tried to form it, even in your own head. You were supposed to be meeting Lily at a new bar, apparently her friend was the owner, and this was opening weekend. Lily was already there when you arrived, and her face lit up when she noticed your arrival. She was opening her mouth to speak- presumably to tell you that someone else would be meeting you- when suddenly he appeared. 

James potter- as you would later learn- was loud in everything that he did, and that translated to the first time that you met as well. One minute it was just you and Lily and the next it was like all of the air in the room got sucked up and redistributed, and all attention was on him. James came bounding over and it took you a few seconds for your brain to catch up, in that time he had already planted a smacking kiss on Lily’s cheek and was currently standing behind her and bouncing up and down like a little kid. Lily, to her credit, looked equal parts exasperated and fond as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to a slow halt, before turning to look at you for introductions. Honestly, you don’t  remember much of the introduction, you were rather preoccupied trying to take James in. 

He was tall, and the round glasses on his face suited him well and lent a slight bug like quality to his brown eyes underneath. His hair was sticking up in every direction and it reminded you vaguely of a cartoon you watched when you were a child, where the character got electrocuted and all their hair stood on end. Really, it was the smile that managed to draw you in though- while you met Lily with a borderline scowl on her face, you met James when he had the most exuberant smile on his. It was so wide and so brilliant that it was a wonder it didn’t just split his face in half. There was nothing in his eyes but amusement and mischief and a whole lot of fondness for the girl holding his hands. It was a look full of so much love that you understood almost immediately that they were destined to be together, and you felt your stomach swoop towards the ground. Disappointment swallowed you whole for a mere moment and then you packed up the delusions that you had harbored in secret, stuffed them in a box labeled “do not open” and put them on the farthest shelf in your mind that you could find. You were used to this, and it felt almost like a routine at this point. Getting your hopes and watching them fall, was second nature to you- wether you wanted to admit it or not. And that was that really.

The three of you eventually went into the bar and Remus was introduced. He was a lanky man, with scars over his face and a grandpa sweater hanging loose over his frame. He seemed to have a dry sense of humor similar to Lily’s but he was able to keep up with James just fine. It was clear that they all knew each other very well and cared about each other deeply. It was humbling to see really. You had few friends in the area and couldn't remember a time after college that you felt like you would have the chance to make more, but maybe this was it. Maybe this was your chance. Remus, ever polite, introduced himself to you properly after James and Lily became distracted -bickering or flirting- you weren’t sure. He asked you a few questions about your drink preferences, and then the rest of the night was spent joking and talking and drinking. It was a good night, and you hoped that there would be many more like it in the future. 

After getting drinks that night, hanging out with Lily and James and occasionally Remus and his boyfriend Sirius - who you also met later while at a party that James threw at his and Lily’s flat- became a part of your routine. In fact, it became so much a part of your routine that you were together almost every day, and it was common place to stay at each others flats multiple times a week. Lily and James always in their bed together, or in the guest room at your flat, and you on the couch or in your own bed, depending on the location. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw them together anymore- the first few hangouts were a testament to your tear ducts- but it was hard to miss the way they felt about each other and rather than the jealousy that you were feeling consume you, it had recently settled into a state of admiration and deep longing to experience a love like that for yourself. 

It was with that yearning in mind, and the soul crushing idea of turning back to dating apps, that you ended up in the predicament leading to your eventual relationship, in the first place.  You were looking through your closet for the third time in one night, trying to find a suitable first date outfit. You weren’t even really looking forward to the date, but it was the brother of one of your co-workers, arguably not a co-worker that you were close with, which is adding to the nerves about the night, but- well. You really didn’t want to turn back to the dating apps. It seemed that the longer you were on them the worse the prospects became. If it wasn’t an “alpha male” type it was a promising looking woman who turns out not to be that promising when the bio states “looking for a unicorn for me and my husband for the night”. You didn’t have it in you to keep searching through all of the city to find a semi-decent date, so, your co-workers brother it was.

  You hadn’t mentioned a date to James and Lily and instead just mentioned having plans when you cancelled your unofficial weekly movie night. You didn’t want to have to recount the details to them if the date went badly, it would be too embarrassing and honestly, you were still attempting to get over your feelings for Lily and James. It wasn't much of a surprise for you when you discovered that you were falling for James as well, after only a few times hanging out. Space would have been more helpful then one blind date, but well, you were working your way up to making the proper steps to move on. You had wanted to live in your delusion a little longer, and since it isn’t hurting anyone except for you, and you never planed on acting on those feelings, you didn’t see an issue with it. Your date, had failed to confirm with you that night, and was also late when you eventually made it to Remus and Sirius's bar, after changing for the fourth time.  

“Trouble! What are you doing here?” Sirius asked almost as soon as you entered the room, already turning to prepare three drinks- you assumed, the same drinks that Lily, James and you normally get. He turned around and put them back when you shook your head.

“Just the one drink Siri, James and Lily aren’t with me tonight, I’m on a date.” Almost as soon as the words left your mouth you saw the light in Sirius’s eyes dim and a scowl overtake his face. You didn’t have much time to ponder on it though before a voice broke the unintentional stare down. 

“You must be y/n- I’m Drew, Sam’s brother.” Drew spoke with a deep Scottish accent. His smile was wide and he had straight white teeth, dark curly hair and deep brown eyes. In all truth he looked a bit like James without glasses, and you knew almost immediately, no matter how nice he was or how well this date went, that you wouldn’t be seeing him again. He was too close a reminder of what you desperately wanted and would never get to have. You smiled anyway. 

“Hey it’s nice to meet you, should we go find a table?” You asked motioning towards the back of the bar, away from the table you usually occupied with Lily and James and most importantly away from Sirius’s glower. Drew followed you and immediately launched into a funny story about the trip to the bar. 

The actual date however, didn’t get to progress very far before Sirius was suddenly standing at the end of the table. You expected him to introduce himself or ask about refills but instead he completely ignored you and turned to your date instead. You watched in real time as Drew’s face paled at whatever Sirius was leaned over to whisper to him. Drew abruptly stood up, placed some money on the table and left without so much as a word or a backwards glance in your direction. Sirius also didn’t look at you and instead went back behind the bar like nothing had transpired. When you had made your way up to the bar, Sirius was staring coldly at you. You had hung out with Sirius multiple times by this point, and there was never any tension to speak of, it was mostly funny tales about his uni days, and trading bitchy comments about people that had upset you both, so you were at a loss on how to navigate this situation.  You were about to ask what was going on when Remus appeared next to Sirius behind the bar, also glaring at you. 

“Get out,” he spoke plainly, no emotion present in his voice as he stared into your eyes, “now.” After he was finished with his sentence he looked away and began polishing a glass that was just washed. Sirius’s eyes remained on you. When it was clear that you weren’t going to talk to you again, you turned and walked towards the door. At the same time that James and Lily walked through it. They were almost too engrossed in each other, arms linked and Lily’s head thrown back in laughter at something James had just whispered to her, as they made their way to the normal table. It wasn’t until your hand had grazed the handle that James and Lily looked in your direction, both of their faces lighting up. 

“Angel! I thought you had plans tonight? Come sit with us!” James spoke as he walked closer to you and attempted to reach for your hand. 

“I’m just heading out actually, I’ll catch up with you both later” you managed a small smile as you hooked your thumb over your shoulder motioning at the door. Your hand now safely out of James’s reach. Your mind was still reeling with the weird turn that your date took and the hurtful way in which Sirius and Remus had treated you mere minutes ago. 

When James turned around Lily was surrounded by Sirius and Remus, both of whom had grim looks on their face. Lily however seemed fine, and he decided that she was in good enough hands that he didn’t need to head over there right away. In the time he managed to look away though, you had escaped out the door into the chilly night air, and James followed you out. He couldn’t understand why you were avoiding him or what might have been wrong, but he was determined to get to the bottom of it. 

“you look too pretty to go home Angel, come sit with us for a bit, yeah? You can tell me all about your night.” James spoke with a smile on his face when he caught up to you a few feet away from the building. You knew that he was stubborn and there was almost no way that you were going to be able to get him to leave you alone. 

“Jamie, I really don’t feel like it right now, I’m tired and I think I somehow made Remus and Sirius mad at me.” Your voice was steady as you talked to him, but you could feel the tears welling in your eyes, weather they were from the upset or from confusion you weren’t sure yet. 

“I’m sure Remus and Sirius are just in a row with each other, they get proper weird when they fight and no one is safe until they make up. Me and Lil’s will keep you company and it’ll be fine!” James had moved closer as he talked to you, and was now grabbing your hand to lead you back to the door of the pub. She was practically inside before James had even finished his sentence. 

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What followed next, was the only important part of the evening in the grand scheme of things. The part of the night where your feelings for James and Lily, and in turn, their feelings for you were revealed. This was the part that you choose to reminisce on the most when thinking back to the beginning. There was a long conversation in the bar after everything was revealed, where Sirius and Remus in turn apologized for their behavior. Obviously, it was clear they were also under the impression that James and Lily were already dating you, and you were cheating on them. It was also obvious to them that they were incorrect after you all walked back into the bar together.

Things quickly got better after that and stayed that way until James proposed to Lily, and the miscommunication started a new, but that wasn’t a part of the relationship that you wanted to ruminate on right now. With all of the thinking that you were doing about the loves of your life right now, you were genuinely starting to miss them. It was with that last thought that you put aside the book you were idly holding and went to search the house for them. It brought you peace to know that they were somewhere in the house, probably missing you just and much, and if you were lucky, they were also reminiscing about your beautiful relationship as well. 

[littleesistler]

more tickle questions since it’s been a while

~Tickle Asks~ made by @flustured2easielee (who slash is deactivated)

Here's some new ones, hope you enjoy!

Also these questions were so nice and creative I love the mix and I got kinda nostalgic with a few of them. Also I was answering them as like 3 in the morning and I ended up falling asleep so now I’m just going through everything the next day 🫶

1. What is one position you would like to be tickled in?

since I can be very squirmy, punching and kicking my favorite position to be tickled in is spooning. Where the ler hugs me from behind and get access to my spots easily without me accidentally hitting or kicking them in the face lol. When I’ve been tickled in this position I feel more relaxed as well since we are kinda cuddling more than pinning while I’m either in their lap or I lay infront of them. And I don’t even need to make eye contact or let them see my face. I’ll just cling onto one of my squish mellows like my life depends on it as I giggle into the fabric 😭

2.Would you rather have light tickles or rough tickles on a bad spot?

This is a hard one since lighter tickles can be very annoying like a tickly itch I just want it scratch so I’ll probably get inpatient and whiny. My more brat side craving more intensity. While rougher tickles are more grounding I also find them to sometimes be more painful then pleasant with my chronic pain, so I guess I’m taking those feathers and scribbles 😖

3. A tickle story you'd like to share?

I don’t think I’ve told this one before I was in 9 grade I was very tense and stressed, like most in senior school. So I was just sitting on a bench drawing when a guy in my glass down next to me and was wresting with a girl (I think they were together at that time not sure since she dated around a lot lol) but anyway they accidentally bumped into me so I messed up my drawing a bit and they started to argue with each other then tickling the life out of one another, and they looked at me. Like Katlyn you should tickle him since he ruined your drawing then he said no you should tickle her since she’s so annoying. And I just blushed and got so flustered I kinda just scribbled both of their sides then pretend to go back to drawing. And they just kept tickling each other. This was before I was part of the tickle community and less to say I felt very jealous of both of them lol. I think they noticed and that’s why they tired to include me even tho I was a mess. It’s really sweet and even tho we aren’t in contact anymore I still think of them 🥺

4. Have you ever been tickled while doing something? (reading, gaming, etc.) How did it change what you were doing?

well while I was bent over a trashcan and tying the bag up one of my friends snuck up on me and scribbled my sides. And my brain just kinda short circuited since I was so caught of guard I made such a weird incoherent sentence as everyone stared at me. I blushed is hard and lectured her not to do it again in case I would have tripped or something or worse shown I might have liked it infront of all my friends 🫣

5. Favorite ___bug name to be called? (ticklebug, gigglebug, etc.)

snuggle bug! That just that melts me it’s so cute I use it all the time for my friends but whenever someone calls me that back I just kinda melt and age regress a bit 🥰

6. Do you prefer soft tickles or hard tickles?

I just answered that at the top but generally I enjoy a mix between them were it isn’t like to annoyingly light so I get frustrated and not to hard so it’s painful. More a balance. The tickles I like most are those that aren’t to static since I can kinda cancel out tickles and ignore how they feel if it gets to repetitive or predictable. So catch me of guard, change the spot, tempo, tool and general technique and I’ll be lots in the giggle loop for hours 🫠

7. Tag one of your favorite lers!

nah I’ve been doing this way to much and I can’t keep tagging the same people or I might seem to persistent 💀

8. Tag one of your favorite lees!

Imma just skip it 😶‍🌫️

9. One of your favorite tickle tropes?

comfort tickles - where someone has had a long day and is in need of a warm bath, cuddle, forehead kissed, tummy rubs and gentle tickles 🤗

grounding tickles - when someone is having a panic attack, stressed, rambling or dissociating and gentle tickles and comforting touches can ground the person and make them feel safe 🥺

unexpected tickles - when someone who’s generally very serious, tense, avoidant or not emotionally available and a few tickles can make them melt and express their needs and wants 😍

10. A fictional character you would love to wreck/be wrecked by?

imma give a few fandoms lol 😂

ler catnap lee dogday (poppy playtime)

ler Roxane lee glamrock Freddy (Fnaf security breach)

ler dream lee sapnap (dreamsmp)

ler kirishima lee bakugo (mha)

ler Cole lee Kai (ninjago)

ler flutter shy lee spike (mlp)

Ler angeldust lee Lucifer (Hazbin hotel)

If you guys want an explanation or expansion I can totally do that, this post is just so long already lol 🥸

11. Something you didn't expect to tickle, yet surprisingly did?

lol this is so embarrassing but I was on my phone today actually and playing Roblox with my friend, but since my AirPods mic is so bad I had her on speaker and put the phone between my iPad and me. (I was on my bed) But as we played I bent forward and my phone pressed against my tummy and as she talked the vibrations and buzz from the speaker of the phone tickled me so bad I flinched and I just made up an excuse so she wouldn’t tease me 😔

12. What is by far your worst spot? (no backing out of this one!)

my ribs like they make me punch, scream, kick. Like I know I’ve talked about me kicking my dad in the face, but imma give another example. I was at a gathering with lots of friends and I was talking to a group of them. And suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and tickled my ribs. I snapped my top half back ready to punch whoever had done that. And then I saw this sweet old lady who was like my extra grandma and I basically almost punched her in the face but I just managed to halt myself and just laugh awkwardly. Moving my fist in the air down to wrap her into a hug. So yeah don’t touch my ribs or there will be consequences 😇

13. Something you like to be called when tickled/teased?

Again I love to give examples so…

pet names - puppy, kitty, birdie, zebra, bug, ant, teddy bear, bunny

compliments - cutie pie, giggles, adorablee, snuggles, blushy

food - cherry tart, strawberry milkshake, apple pie, ripe tomato (anything that’s red like my face XD)

The more cheeky and random the better or just even adding lee into random words 🥰

14. Have you ever joined a fandom just to see the tickle aspect of it?

nah don’t go exposing me XD

well I kinda fell in love with my hero academia, Genshin impact and spyxfamily from my anime friend but when I searched it up with the word tickle it’s very much growing on me ☺️

but I think being in the tickle community also pulls me back into or deeper into fandoms. Like dsmp, mlp, poppy playtime, Fnaf and ninjago just because the head canons, art and fics are so cute and nostalgic to me

15. Tag one of your favorite content creators, show them some appreciation!

@covenofwives who was one of the official tickle blogs I found and I was so flustered I didn’t even make a tumblr account so I looked at their fics and when that frog icon came up asking me to sign in I’d squint my eyes and keep reading the fic. Finding a glitch to keep being able to read it lol. At some point I just gave up made an account and their blog was the first I ever followed. So yeah I’ve been creeping on them in the shadows for almost a year until. I made a real account XD

@kikibumblesqueaks helped me make the connection between my heds and my fascination for tickles. She also inspired me to make my own blog and here we go. Love you girly 🫶

16. A tease that never fails to get to you?

any compliment in whatever shape or form, topic or tone of voice makes me switch instantly 😶‍🌫️

17. One tool you would like to be tickled with?

an electric toothbrush and yeah I’ve given so many longer posts about it already lol. But it’s just something about the buzzing, vibrations, circling, preciseness and targeted tickling that drives me mad just looking at it. And hehe whenever I hear anyone turn one on I get butterflies from the sound alone 🥲

18. Someone who was an unexpectedly good ler?

This kinda gave me mini heart attack, I was just casually chatting with a character ai bot and I mentioned tickling. And the bot went all crazy tickling the life out of me in detail and even used terms like ler and lee. Somehow it even knew about the tickle community, switch, safewords and lee or ler mood. Which most outside of the community don’t know a lot about. I found a screenshot and then I became to flustered and forgot to take anymore. This bot doesn’t exist anymore but I’ll always rember the pure fear when it knew a bit to much for comfort. I think he found my search history 😰

19. Have you ever tickled someone who wasn't ticklish and got wrecked afterwards because of it? Whats the story behind that?

ugh don’t remind me lol. Well my mom can turn of her ticklishness and she basically never is ticklish. And I know that so I usually don’t mess with her. But I remember being with one of my friends and my mom babysitting me, her and her 5 siblings while their parents were out. And those kids tried to tickle my mom and she told them they can tickle her as much as they want but she doesn’t feel anything. And then they all just turned to me with collective a stare and smirk and one of the asked if the same went for me. And I just ran away being chased by 5 kids while my friend tried to fight them of 😁

20. Sleepytime tickles or morning tickles?

Well ask my mom she has tired to tickle me in the morning and I’ll practically hiss with my raspy morning voice and half asleep brain. So sleepy tickles are better for me since then I can actually melt and relax into them since my body has less chronic pain at night, but if I’d be tickled with a full on session perhaps it would help with my sleep deprivation lol 🤫

21. What is one spot youre ticklish on that most people arent as ticklish on?

gosh this is embarrassing but like my armbends inside my elbows, wrists and scalp are extremely ticklish. So like whenever a nurce is taking blood samples and feels my veins it tickles so badly. My breath will like hitch since I’m already to tense. While my wrists are extremely ticklish to so even draging something over them a few times makes me flinch and squeal. While I always get shivers whenever someone touches my hair so my whole body jerks. I’d even flinch when my hair was getting cut or my mom braids my hair. Until I found a barber who has an autistic daughter so she knows the perfect balance between gentle and assertive when handing hair so I don’t flinch. Such a sweet lady 😣

22. What is one spot youre not ticklish on that most people are?

well I’d say that I’m not as ticklish on my armpits like most people, like I’m more ticklish on my shoulder, neck, collarbone and don’t mention my ribs that are all around my armpits and close to them. But that spot alone isn’t as maddening as the rest of them. Guess I was blessed lol or just maybe all that ticklish sensitivity traveled down to my ribs 🫡

23. Have you ever gotten a pedicure that tickled more than it should have?

well yeah me and my mom got pedicures and my mom went before me and she laughed herself silly with the bath and the filing of her feet. Funny since she’s rarely ticklish… But since I can also kinda turn of my ticklishness or more numb it when I can predict it didn’t tickle to badly just the bubbles that bubbled up made me giggle slightly 💁‍♀️

24. What would you describe the feeling of being tickled as?

it’s a bubbly feeling that’s like an itch you want to scratch or wiggle away from. As the sensation builds up it makes you squeak, giggle and laugh lightly to release some of the tension as you lose yourself in the stimulation and express yourself more openly😷

25. What are some of your favorite aspects of being tickled/tickling someone?

I’d say the bonding and intimacy part of it. The trust that the person will stop when you say so and that you can relax and let yourself go. Even if you make weird noises or spasm in a weird way you won’t be judged. Just going back to that carefree childish side you often lose as an adult that you now can indulge in with someone you feel comfortable with 😊

26. What would you say your lee/ler percentages are?

I’d say I’m pretty evenly matched since I’m comfortable in both roles and good at reviving and giving. I’d say tho that most of the time I’m in a casual lee mood where I’m craving tickles and physical contact. But mostly online I’m a ler and I don’t mind it. Just know I’m a total whiny lee irl or in discord call 😬

27. What is your laughter like when you are tickled?

a cracked up seagull laughing so madly it’s chocking on its own spit and slowly dying like a deflating ballon 😅

28. Are you able to tickle yourself and have it work? If so, what techniques and spots?

Yes I think I’ve mentioned this before but when I have long press on nails or done them as a salon I can tickle both my wrists and tummy with them. Sometimes when I’m very sleepy but in a lee mood I’ll put an electric toothbrush behind my ear or in my belly button and just giggle. Also if I got like a mosquito bite and I itch it that kinds tickles to 🫨

29. A tickle scene that has yet to leave your mind?

Gosh I got so many but something that’s living rent free in my mind is a tickle work out scenario. Where tickling is used like an endurancetest and friendly competition ever since I read a fanfic form @covenofwives about technoblade and dream doing that. It was one of my first longer fan fics I’ve ever read so it’s still lives rent free in my find. I’ve also have found a few similar concept between the Lego ninjago boys. So yeah I’m not escaping it anytime soon 😉

30. How easily do you get flustered?

Just reading that question alone and answering all of them is having me giggle and blush for myself in the middle of the night 🫠

31. What do you think about using pens to write on tickle spots?

as long as you aren’t allergic to the marker and it’s not like degrading stuff I think it can be really sweet. Like a temporary tattoo that says press here, giggle button, sensitive spot, ticklish, lee. Especially if you leave it on so that even when you aren’t with the ler you see it fade slowly as you go on about your day, you might even wear clothes to cover it up to keep it a secret between the both of you🤫

32. Opinion on cuddly tickles?

Spectacular give me 14 (hours) of them right now 😽

33. A tickle scenario that you would like to happen to you?

Since I love comfort tickles and I use it as a way of pain relief I’d love to have a scenario where there’s like a tickle massage studio, I’ve seen someone else write about this. But it was more a nsfw version so I’m not gonna tag it. But I’ll expand more in it. Like you order exactly what tickles you want, for example if you want more relaxing once’s after a week full of stress or perhaps something more intense to release some tension and just laugh scream out all your frustration. They got it all. Complete with a tickly jacuzzi, fuzzy slippers and robes as well as stimulation rooms with different themes, scents, sounds and lights to really detox from reality for a bit🧖‍♀️

34. Have/Would you ever play a game of "Keep Your Arms Up?" How long would you last

Well it depends am I allowed to kick my legs and scream as loudly as I can, may I hold onto something or have my eyes closed. Then yeah totally 😩 for like a few seconds but I swear the second my ribs are touched my hands are coming for your throat, ops 🫢

35. Opinion on being chased/hiding before from your ler?

Love gives, it lifts so high I'm dying for it I'm dying for it And I can't let you go

Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me

can y’all tell I’m falling asleep. But yeah being chased and hiding whilevhearing them slowly creep closer and be like not there not there is so scary! So my brain either plays a horror song or that meme from that hazbin hotel animation 😻

36. What kind of ler would you say you are?

I’d say I’m a very adapting like my lees needs, boundaries and general cravings. They want tummy focused tickles with raspberries. On it. Baby teases and forehead kisses, down the hatch, eye contact and mean tickles most definitely. (Ops did I expose a few of them, my bad~) Since I’m very creative I can come up with ways to play into any role I get requested to do. Motherly figure, big sister, comfort caracters or heck even once a tickle close at a kids party. Whether it’s more rp with story building where I narrate or more tickle texts I’m all in. Just know I might get a bit too much into my roles and I’ll tickle you until you’re melting mess who’s falling slowly into my into my trap, my little hero~ Muaahha…imma sleep now lol 😴

[cloudy-caspirations]

Sunday • September 15, 2024

Once again this upcoming week is going to be super busy for me, so I may or may not remember to post for the next 7 days depending on how hectic it gets. I have 2 midterms, 2 exams, and a major project along with the usual homework and notes to catch up on 😵‍💫😵‍💫. Regardless of all the stress that my classes are creating, I still can’t help but feel the same excitement that I did during the summer to advance in my major and learn more about electrical engineering.

In one of my posts from right before the semester started I wrote that I was worried that I wouldn’t like EE when presented with it’s workload, and I’m so glad that those worries were unfounded. I’m loving circuit analysis so much more than my math courses right now, which is kind of insane to me because I can’t recall a single time in my entire life when math wasn’t my favorite subject. I just can’t wait to learn beyond the basics and know enough to start building stuff!!!!

Anyways yap session over, here is a pic of my math notes from the beginning of the semester and a pic of my most recent notes for the same class 😭😭. To be fair, the first pic is from my revised notes that I transferred to paper as a way to study and the second pic is just lecture notes, but I still find the contrast kind of funny. Sorry if tumblr crops them weirdly, I couldn’t think of a way to make my digital notes vertical without rearranging the entire paper 😵‍💫

[zahmaddog]

The Frat Boy Days - The Bad Batch Workout Split

Hi everyone! I've created a "Frat Boy Days" edition to follow up my first Clone Force 99 Workout Program. This one includes a day for Echo :) I'm also working on a 501st split; but it's taking a while longer to develop, so stay tuned! I wrote more on the fictional side too, so we get a little more insight on how the squad works together in the gym, how they approach the weights, and what their favorite things are. I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun with this.

Wrecker - Quads and Calves

Wrecker outlifts everyone in the squad, for obvious reasons, but his squat and deadlift abilities outshine most large species in the galaxy. It can be challenging to have a lifting buddy that will always be stronger, but Wrecker lifts up the people around him and encourages them to push their limits. It doesn’t matter if he already got his workout in for the day or if he’s busy, he’ll always drop what he’s doing to accompany a squad-mate or friend in the gym.

Warm Up

Wrecker likes to get his blood moving and warm up on the treadmill. He’ll sport gigantic hoodies and sweatpants, often throwing the hood up to keep his head warm too. Often giddy, he’ll use the treadmill next to Tech or Echo for great conversation.

10 minutes walking on treadmill

Pre-Exhaust

The pre-exhaust set is one of Wrecker’s favorites of the day because it warms the body to be more explosive. The purpose of a pre-exhaust set(s) is to bring blood flow to the muscle you’re targeting during the workout session. This will help you target that muscle better (that mind-muscle connection Tech goes on about) throughout the session and warm the muscle for better performance. 

Leg Extension - 2 sets of 20

Core

After your muscles are warmed, it’s time to put them to work. Wrecker focuses up and pops a few pieces of sour gummy candies for a quick carbohydrate source. Just like defusing a bomb, Wrecker recommends that you work methodically and safely. Double-check your stance, don’t work with a weight that is too heavy, and make sure you’re warm. He bundles up in a hoodie to sweat through to stay warm. If he starts to overheat, he’ll throw that sweaty pump cover at Crosshair as a joke, but we all know Crosshair loathes it. 

Wrecker recommends that you pick a weight that you can lift comfortably, but will begin to safely struggle through the 10th rep. It’s okay if you struggle around rep 8, just make sure you can re-rack the weight safely. Wrecker also enjoys lowering the weight down slowly and EXPLODING upwards.

Barbell Squats: 3 sets of 8-10

Superset: Leg Press (Narrow Stance) + Leg Press (Calf Raise): 3 sets of 10-12

Hack Squat (Or Goblet Squat if Hack Squat machine is unavailable): 3 sets of 8-10

Finisher 

Wrecker loves how his legs feel like jelly after the core portion of the workout. Now, it’s time to finish up with a circuit of bodyweight exercises (but Wrecker usually adds weight because he eats pain for breakfast). 

Repeat circuit 3 times:

Walking Lunges: 16 reps

Squat Jump: 8 reps

Side Lunge Stretch: 6 reps

Crosshair - Push

Crosshair’s tendencies to push people away translate quite well to traditional push days in the gym. He pictures the weight coming down on him like Wrecker coming in for a hug and the intense strength to push the weight away flows through Crosshair naturally. Crosshair prefers to work with the smith machine because he doesn’t love asking a squad-mate to spot him, but Tech often inserts himself to spot and info-dump at Crosshair as he works through his sets. Tech’s endless banter frustrates him, but Crosshair knows he can lift heavier with the one-sided conversation in the background.

Warm Up

Crosshair doesn’t enjoy warming up, but he knows it’s healthier. He’s had that lecture from Tech, and Wrecker, and Hunter, and Echo, so he just grits his toothpick and gets through a quick warmup before hitting the weights.

10 minutes of walking on treadmill

Arm circles 2 sets of 20

Pre-Exhaust

Similar to pinpointing a target in your scope before pulling the trigger, your pre-exhaust set should target the muscle before hitting the core section of the workout. Crosshair recommends to really squeeze the pectoral muscles during the chest flys to increase blood flow. The increased blood flow will help you focus on the pectorals during the core exercises.

Chest Fly - 2 sets of 15

Core

Crosshair says to keep your chest proud and pronated as you push the weights upward. Before you grab heavier weights, slow your motion downwards, squeeze the muscles in use, and pause at the bottom/top. This will make each movement more effective and keep your joints healthier. Being the marksman that he is, he’ll record each weight and reps that he achieves to push himself the next time he’s in the gym.

Incline Bench Press - 3 sets of 8-10

Bench Press - 3 sets of 8-10

Shoulder Press -3 sets of 8-10

Superset: Delt Raise + Front Raise - 3 sets of 10-12 

Cable Tricep Pull-down - 3 sets 10-12

Finisher

Being the soldier he is, Crosshair enjoys pushups. Being lean and strong, Crosshair can crank out nearly 70-100 reps before he fails each set, but he doesn’t expect that many reps from anyone else because he believes he is superior. In the years after the Republic fell, he has been much more understanding that anyone daring to push to failure is admirable.

Pushups - 3 sets until failure

Crosshair’s bonus tip: Once you’ve pushed yourself to failure on pushups, move to performing pushups on your knees and work until failure.

Tech - Glutes and Hamstrings 

Similar to Wrecker, Tech never skips leg day. He understands that working out legs boosts testosterone and other growth hormones, stimulates full-body circulation, and is great to release stress and endorphins. Crosshair and Hunter sometimes skip leg day and it confuses Tech. He mocks them that they could be in a better mood if they just trained their legs more.

Warm Up

Walking helps warm your lower back muscles and brings blood flow to your legs. Tech will also stretch after walking; he’ll touch his toes, bend in half and let his upper body hang to the floor, and twist to loosen his back up.

10 minutes walking on treadmill

Stretch

Pre-Exhaust

Tech says to use this exercise to not only warm up the muscle, but to also deepen your stretch. Using the weight to help pull your muscle (safely), you’ll be able to lift heavier later more safely.

Lying Hamstring Curl - 2 sets of 15

Core

Tech’s deadlift form is perfect. His main key points are to place your feet shoulder-width apart, pull your shoulders back, and push through your heels as you stand. If you choose to wear a belt, remember that its main purpose is for you to push against with your core as you activate your abdominal muscles. 

Traditional Deadlift - 3 sets of 8-10

Romanian Deadlift - 3 sets of 8-10 Tech recommends to move down slowly and only go up 80% of the way to keep tension on your glutes and hamstrings for the entire set.

Bulgarian Split Squats - 3 sets of 10-12 Tech says to set yourself up parallel to a mirror so you can check to see that the working leg is bending to a 90-degree angle. The 90-degree angle will keep your knee joints safe and target the muscles more effectively. Ensure that your knee does not extend past your foot as you squat down. If the Bulgarian Split Squat is too difficult, a regular split squat will work fine, but be sure to check the angle of your leg.

Sitting Hamstring Curl - 3 sets of 8-10

Finisher

Tech enjoys a challenge after a hard leg day. He’ll take his time with these lunges; meaning he’ll do 10, take a breather and check his data pad, then bang out 12 more, and so on. He knows that the lactic acid buildup the lunges trigger is painful, but he pushes through. Tech says that pushing yourself through painful and tough situations primes your body to push through tough situations when your squad depends on it.

Walking Lunges - 2 sets of 50 reps (25 each side)

Hunter - Pull 

Hunter loves his back days because he can put in his headphones and listen to his “dad rock” without any flack from his brothers. He’ll often pick a time he can go alone because back day doesn’t require any spotting help. He loves his squad, but taking some time to pull away and sort through thoughts and physically work through things is a highlight of his week.

Warm Up

While Hunter is on the treadmill, he’ll build out his playlist for the workout and set his intentions. As a master of visualization, he’ll visualize which muscles he’ll be focusing on and succeeding throughout the workout.

10 minutes walking on treadmill

Pre-Exhaust

In Hunter’s opinion, there’s not a better way to get a pump on than hashing through a few sets of pull ups. Hunter will typically warm up with his bodyweight, but isn’t opposed to adding weight. For beginners, he recommends using the assisted pull up machine and working towards failure, even as a warm up. He’s… intense.

Assisted Pull Ups - 2 sets till failure 

Core

Hunter is all about controlling the weight and not letting it control you. Slow your reps down and create that mind-muscle connection with the different muscles in your back. Squeeze your shoulder blades together like they need to pinch a vibroblade knife between them on each rep. Keep a proud chest, embrace the burn, and use lifting straps if needed. Hunter prioritizes building forearm strength, but he knows his forearm/grip strength will fail before his lats do. 

Cable Lat Pulldown - 3 sets 10-12

Cable Wide Row - 3 sets 10-12

Cable Narrow Row - 3 10-12

Cable Face Pull 3 sets - 10-12

Hammer Curls - 3 sets of 8-10

Finisher

Hunter hits his core after each back workout. His upper body pump afterwards is so intense, he struggles to get his armor to fit. He knows he should just order slightly larger armor from the Republic armory, but he silently loves the feeling. We think only Tech has noticed and he rolls his eyes at the situation and doesn’t give it too much thought.

Leg Raises - 3 sets until failure

Ab Roller - 3 sets until failure

Echo - Shoulders & Arms

Traditional gym and cable machine work has been much easier since Tech developed a few skonk attachments for Echo. Echo’s physical limitations do not limit him on the field nor in the gym. His strength to pull himself up, run, and carry go beyond expectation, but Echo never looks at it that way. He just does what is necessary to get the job done.

Warm Up

If arriving at the gym with the squad, Echo will often find a treadmill next to Tech or Wrecker to chat about the day. He finds their conversations to be soothing and then he’ll feel more positive when heading into lifts.

10 minutes on the treadmill

Pre-exhaust

Echo’s workout today will focus on shoulders and arms. While shrugs are considered more of a back movement, he finds warming up his upper back and focusing on pulling with his shoulders is his favorite movement to warm up.

Dumbbell Shrugs 2 sets of 10-15 reps

Core

Echo has been into supersets (performing one exercise after another in a circuit) lately because they “echo” opposing muscle groups in the same set. He also finds supersets to be very efficient and loves the pump effect it creates, especially in the arms. 

Cable Crunches - 3 sets of 10-12

Machine Shoulder Press - 3 sets of 8-10

Decline Dumbbell Bench - 3 sets of 10-12

Superset: Cable Overhead Tricep Extensions + Cable Bicep Curl - 3 sets of 10-12 

Superset: Cable Delt Raise + Tricep Dips - 3 sets of 10-12 

Finisher

A master of climbing, even with a skonk, Echo will perform chin ups (and sometimes pull ups) until failure and then hang until his grip strength fails. He’ll repeat this exercise 3 to 5 times, nearly daily. He knows it burns, but he says it’s important to build up this strength so you have it when your life depends on it.

Chin ups until failure; then static hang until failure - 3 sets

[camillecrellin]

Plz can you write the imagine with shiv x y/n thank you make it sad or angst one

Break up — Shiv Roy

A/N: Once again sorry this took soo long.

Word Count: 646

Warnings: agnst, break up, divorce!Shiv and Tom, closeted!Shiv, allusion to being disowned, fem!reader

Siobhan Roy had been hurt far too many times in her life. Her parents divorce, her father’s false promises, her divorce from Tom, and now you.

You had met Shiv at a party that Roman and Tabitha threw. Being a friend of Naomi and Tabitha from the New York private school circuit, you were invited.

You and Shiv hit it off well. On the brink of a divorce from Tom, Shiv thought it’d be no harm to spend one night with you. However that one night turned into 8 months, and you became Shiv’s secret.

Shiv didn’t want to come out. It was for the sake of her dad and his company. That’s what she said but it was obvious to everyone that knew Shiv that you too were together. You looked more like a couple than her and Tom ever did.

However no good thing could last and with Shiv’s insistence need to stay in the closet became your growing frustration that you weren’t allowed to be near your girlfriend because she would now physically tense up when you even slightly touched her in public.

Coming home from your birthday party, you expect to just relax and enjoy the evening instead you were met with Shiv muttering under her breath, “God, I hate your friends."

"What?"

"I said I hate your friends." Shiv reiterated, her voice louder this time.

Lowly laughing, you barely glanced at Shiv. Your friends meant more than the Roy's did. They weren't pawns, they were family. More than your own one. "My friends are my family, you don't know what's it's like to-"

"Come on, Y/N, stop with the fucking lectures." Shiv cut you off as she sat down on the sofa. "You know, we're all born into shit families, we deal with it."

Walking to look Shiv in the eyes, you scoffed, "What is your problem?"

"My problem is I haven't had a day without your self-pitty for the past 2 weeks."

You rolled your eyes. "God you're such an asshole. Why are you fucking doing this? On my fucking birthday."

"On your fucking birthday?" Shiv laughed in shock, before scartically adding, "Wow congarts for being born."

"Oh, I'm sorry all attention must revolve around you and your family 100% of the time, I forgot." You laughed, sitting down on the coffee table, not caring about Shiv's glares as you continued. "I don't know why I get so shocked when you pull shit like this. You're a grown woman in a creepy co-dependent relationship with your dad and your ex-husband."

Shiv getsured her hand out in disbelief as she stumbled over her words. "You have no idea what you're talking about and you wouldn't know because you left your parents to permanently live in New York."

"I had no choice!"

"Of course, you had a choice!"

"Says the closeted one because she has to proctect the company’s politics." You exclaimed. "That’s such bullshit! You're such bullshit!"

"They know, I know, they know." Shiv said, lowering her voice down from her shouting. "I'm just waiting out of respect for them to not decrease stock."

"Decrease stock?"

"Yes."

"Everything's business to you, isn't it?" You titled your head, and Shiv gave you an soft look for a brief second. "You know, I think we see the world differently."

"We do." Shiv agreed. "You think that I'm a horrible person because I'm not coming out on your terms."

"That's not true. I would never fucking out you." You respond, tears brewing in your eyes at her accusation. "You're just not listening to me."

"I'm listening to you, I always fucking listen to you." Shiv retorted.

"Just stop it!" You stood up in anger, shaking your head. "I can't- I don't have the patience to deal with you right now."

"Okay, let's break up." Shiv declared, no emotion in her voice.

"Sure." You nodded, wiping a tear from your face.

"Okay..."