#like i get it if i was invited to a party only to see the person i'm interested in interested in someone else i'd probably be pissed

[espressheauxs]

Jack Abbot is the oldest sibling who has four younger sisters and they all have boys (the ones that have kids anyway). He’s the last to have kids but when he does he has the first girl born into the family in YEARS out of all the grandkids. He is over the fucking MOON during and after the gender reveal party. Like straight up tears.

Baby Girl Abbot is his princess and she’s spoiled rotten. That’s daddy’s little girl even though she sticks to mama like green on grass. He teaches her how to walk, lets her hold to his prosthetic when she can kinda walk but with some help. He does her pigtails and braids with literal surgeon like precision when she finally gets hair and it’s the funniest fucking thing bc she looks like a little onion at first but then the beautiful red curls come in (“she’s gonna give anesthesia a hard time.”)

When she gets on solids, he’s so excited because he sees the 😟 face she makes when she eats papaya (“I don��t blame ya, I hate it too.”) for the first time but she ironically loves citrusy flavors like oranges and lemons. She’s unsure about avocado and peaches but will chow down on bananas and berries (“didn’t we just spend 40$ on berries last week? How is she already done?”)

When she’s a little bigger and can have spices and flavors, he’ll tell her little stories about the food he ate in Afghanistan and the food y’all had on your first trip together to Marrakesh and Cairo. And then he’s beyond himself when he makes lemon preserve chicken tagine and tahdig as one of her first big girl meals and she LOVES it (it’s the meal he made when you came over to his place for the first time and the one that earned him a permanent invite to the family cookouts. He’s designated tahdig helper) , like eating the preserved lemons out of the jar loves it but he only lets her have a tiny piece or two bc the salt. He has a running list on his phone about the food she loves and doesn’t like and of course because he’s a doctor he also keeps a close eye for any allergies (luckily she has none when she can finally have peanut butter and honey).

Jack Abott is a certified girl dad ™.

[newnewtheicon]

There’s nothing really on her canonically so I’m just gonna make a few things up. this isn’t true I mean, neither of the owners confirmed this with me. I’m just pulling us out of my booty.

Age: 22

Style: Goth — black lace, combat boots, layered silver jewelry, dark lipstick, vintage band tees, fishnets under skirts

Vibe: Daria Morgendorffer meets Tumblr-era riot grrrl with a modern twist

Political Views: Radical feminist, far-left, extremely online in an academic, activist way

Education: Majoring in Gender & Cultural Studies at a liberal arts college in NYC

Online Presence: @hexedgoddess on TikTok and Instagram; runs a zine on intersectional feminism and occult culture. she also teaches people spells on her TikTok/Youtube.

🧿 Relationship with Bill:

Extremely strained. They haven’t spoken in months and when they do, it’s toxic and sarcastic.

She considers him “a walking Reddit thread from hell.” He calls her “a Twitter thread in human form.”

Jane keeps a voodoo doll of Bill as both a joke and a passive-aggressive curse. It’s pierced with eyeliner pencils and wears a tiny anime T-shirt.(yes she still owns the voodoo doll like in a pilot)

She resents his contrarianism and online troll behavior, seeing him as part of the very patriarchal internet culture she’s fighting against.

Bill, in turn, finds her “fake woke,” performative, and obsessed with being morally superior — though deep down, her rejection hurts him more than he admits.

🖤 Jane’s Character Dynamics:

She’s the sibling who “got out” — moved to the city, got cultured, joined protests, and now only comes home for holidays (and even then, reluctantly).

In family settings, she calls Bill out constantly, especially around their conservative relatives, causing Thanksgiving to turn into verbal MMA.

She sometimes drops harsh truths, saying things like: “You’re not deep, Bill. You’re just bitter and online too much. You hate women ’cause one rejected your Xbox Party invite in 2017.”

She’s the ideological opposite of Bill, which creates great tension and worldbuilding.

Her presence forces Bill to confront his hypocrisy. Her success and confidence both irritate and threaten him.

Despite everything, Jane still watches over Bill in secret. She screens his posts, flags his name when it trends, and has anonymously reported his worst rants when they crossed a line.

her relationship with my OC (bill’s beautiful girlfriend)

first meeting

Jane:

“You’re gorgeous, successful, smart… what exactly did Bill blackmail you with to get you into this situationship?”

Diana (smiling, unbothered):

“You don’t know him like I do. There’s more to him.”

Jane (deadpan):

“More? You mean like another layer of misogyny under his sarcasm?”

[tracksidebaby]

Was It Real?

Summary: Despite having millions of followers, a handful of albums and a PR team, the fans don't know much about your private life, something that your PR team thinks is a negative. Lando's problem is quite the opposite, the fans know too much about his life and his outings, his playboy image not doing wonders for his reputation. The solution to both problems? Fake dating.

Twitter /

Instagram /

liked by: lando, username1 and 52,202 others

ynsings: my heart!! this was the best tour of my life! You made it so perfect, thank you to everyone of you that came! i love you!

username18: get in the studio now

username91: im sobbing, best night ever

username32: anyone else notice lando in the likes

| username12: probably means nothing...right 👀

| username19: pls we all know lando sleeps around, it means nothing

ynhq: what a show

Instagram /

liked by: mclaren, dannyricciardo and 81,203 others

lando: no reason

username72: oh this man is down bad

danielricciardo: no reason, my ass

| username12: what do you know

| username42: exposed

username54: anyone notice yn isn't in the likes though

username21: ok but im here for the pop queen x f1 driver ship

carlossainz55: slide 3 is interesting, no?

| username83: tell us what you know

username91: there's no way this isn't for yn

username36: okay sir, who are you trying to impress

| username75: im certainly impressed

Instagram /

liked by: lando, carlossainz55 and 83,123 others

ynsings: it was the laugh for me

username91: there is no way that's not lando right

| username57: it HAS to be

| username34: im not buying it

| username98: i ship it !!

username12: lando lando lando lando

username53: when i pull up to a 'who can like yn's post the quickest' competition but lando norris is already there

lando: 🧡

| username54: screaming

username32: ok but the caption, why is nobody talking about that

| username19: right the caption alone makes it obvious it's lando 😭

username23: the party boy and the reserved pop star, yeah im sat

carlossainz55: does this mean free tickets to the next concert? rebecca's birthday is soon

Instagram /

liked by: mclaren, carlossainz55, ynsings and 75,429 others

lando: got everything I need. Except her in the paddock

username72: i love them your honour

username 82: not lando getting p1 and mouthing 'for you' at the camera 😭😭😭😭

username: 30: as if people believe this

| username 20: right, its obviously a stunt

username 62: pr or not, that smile is real

ynsings: wish i could've been there to see you win 🧡

| mclaren: throwing the to do list away, the only important thing is getting you paddock passes !!!

| username 37: admin gets it

| username 60: imagine the celebration when shes there omg

| usernanme 13: not a want but a need

mclaren: double podium for the papaya boys

carlossainz55: i wish she was there too, you're sulky without her

| username 71: carlos is really just here to expose lando and i love it

Instagram /

liked by: lando, iamrebeccad, carlossainz55 and 98,082 others

ynsings: i don't ever tell you how i really feel, cause i can't find the words to say what i mean

username43: oh we are not ready for this one

username 19: SHES CRYING?!?! LANDO COUNT YOUR DAYS

| username 6: girl chill, we all know track nines are always emotional

username 47: omg lando songs !!!

username 4: this new era is gonna kill us

lando: im scared to ask which songs are about me

| username 5: lando panicking rn

| username 9: bro doesn't even know if he's done anything wrong and he'll be getting flowers sent her way

| username 23: the beauty and the downside of dating a singer, you're their muse

lando: the studio looks good on you. so does that hoodie.

iamrebbecad: angel, i am ready

username 37: need it rn actually

username 24: drop it

liked by lando, iamrebeccad and 89,192 others

ynsings: told him i'd only come if he podiumed

lando: that one was just for you, baby

| ynsings: does that mean i get to keep the trophy

| mclaren: no but it is an open invitation for you to visit us at MTC

| username 4: how is this the first time they're actually interacting with each other online

| username 3: fr yn usually just likes and swipes 😭

username 91: THE DRESS

username 23: he got p1 just for her, im sobbing

Instagram /

liked by: ynsings, mclaren and 82,329 others

lando: starting to think you're my good luck charm, @/ynsings

username: she has to come to every race

username: the way he runs straight to her after a win

username: p1 baby!!!

username: my parents

username: if they ever break up love isn't real

ynsings: i might just have to stick around then

| lando: sounds like a plan 🧡

Instagram /

liked by iamrebeccad, maxfewtrell and 101,324 others

ynsings: fuck, this ones gonna hurt

username: we are NOT surviving this new album

username: tell me my mom and dad didn't break up

maxfewtrell: idiots

| username: WOW

| username: max 😭

| username: damn max so public

username: oh i dont like this

username: this is the first time in six months im here before lando, i dont like it

iamrebeccad: here for you, angel

username: whats happening rn

username: dont do this to us

PART TWO HERE (girlies don't hate me for the two parter, i ran out of uploads! im publishing at the same time as this! i got you!)

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Welcome to the Beast's Party!

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

One week left until the thank-you party for Emma.

Yves: "This is bad."

Leon: "Real bad."

Yves: "We've already picked out the desserts, booked the orchestra—even the entertainment is all set."

Leon: "The tailor has delivered Emma's dress, and we've already sent out invites to our close friends."

Yves: "Yet somehow, I've got this weird feeling."

Leon: "Because it's boring. It's just too normal. It's bland."

Yves: "Maybe so, but Emma would probably be happy with it."

Leon: "But is normal really good enough? Is our gratitude only worth that much?"

Yves: "Ugh..."

???: "How about a divine blessing for such troubled gentlemen?"

Yves: "Uwaaahhh!?"

Azel: "My apologies. I didn't think you'd be surprised enough to jump off the sofa."

Silvio: "Yo, you guys are stressing over some pretty trivial stuff."

Leon: "You're joining in, so does that mean you're going to help us out?"

Azel: "Of course. Guiding troubled souls is what a god does, after all."

Silvio: "Got a price list?"

Azel: "Right here."

Yves: "You're charging us for this?!"

Azel: "Of course. Since you're princes, I'd recommend the premium plan."

Leon: "Maybe relying on a god isn't a bad idea. Yves and I have been racking our brains and still haven't gotten anywhere."

Yves: "Leon, look closely! These are rip-off prices!"

Azel: "They're not. It's a fair rate. I have the means to solve your problems."

Azel: "You can make Emma even happier just by throwing money at me."

Silvio: "Where's that confidence coming from?"

Leon: "Then I'll go with this God's Direct Premium Divine Oracle Plan."

Azel: "Leon, you're a most excellent customer. I can tell—we're going to be great friends."

Silvio: "Total sucker move."

Azel: "Exactly. I mean, thank you for your patronage."

Azel: "Now, let's get serious."

Azel: "You wanted to add some flair to what felt like a plain, boring party, right?"

Yves: "But we also don't want to go full-crazy like Clavis."

Azel: "Of course. Emma doesn't strike me as the type to have a pitfall trap fetish. So, here's my proposal—"

Silvio: "..........."

Leon: "Not bad, huh?"

Yves: "We're pretty much done. Honestly, I think it turned out pretty great."

Azel: "Truly wonderful. I'm embarrassed to say I didn't know you gentlemen very well, but now I see Rhodolite has capable princes—not just easy marks to be taken advantage of. I'm impressed."

Silvio: "Are ya guys stupid?"

Leon: "What?"

Silvio: "It's just a party."

Leon: "An important party to express our gratitude to Emma."

Silvio: "This ain't even a party anymore."

Leon: "How so?"

Silvio: "Like that thing over there. What even is that?"

Leon: "That's the High-Speed Jet Trolley Coaster. It races along tracks laid on the ground at breakneck speed."

Leon: "Someone flew off during the test run, but a little chaos is just part of the fun, right?"

Yves: "Do you even know the meaning of limits!?"

Silvio: "Exactly. And what about that thing?"

Yves: "That's the Labyrinth of Beauty—you can't leave until you've acquired a fashion sense."

Yves: "Once you're in, you're not getting out until you put together a full outfit I approve of."

Silvio: "Yeah, no thanks. What about that one?"

Azel: "That's the Fortune Teller's Pavilion. I thought I'd open a little pop-up shop."

Silvio: "Don't just casually butt in! Also, you got the digits wrong on the price."

Silvio: "You guys seriously took this divine con artist's advice to heart?"

Yves: "I thought it was a great idea."

Leon: "Same here. I mean, when else would we get the chance to build a prince-themed amusement park just for Emma?"

Silvio: "Something's not right. This whole idea's way too cheerful for a shut-in like him."

Azel: "Ouch. That was a deeply hurtful remark—I'm entitled to emotional damages."

Silvio: "Cut the crap. I know you're hiding something. You can't fool me."

Azel: "........"

Azel: "Fufu."

Leon: "Wait, so you were up to something?"

Yves: "After scamming us that badly!?"

Azel: "Now, now, let's not get dramatic."

Azel: "You followed my advice and created a theme park. You've arranged a grand surprise for Emma."

Azel: "No one's lost anything. Everyone's a winner."

Azel: "Now then, let's give it a test run. After all, we can't risk anything happening to Emma."

Silvio: "………"

Azel: "Oh my, Prince Silvio, are you interested in riding the coaster?"

Silvio: "I never said that."

Azel: "Leon, it looks like we have a customer."

Leon: "Got it, this way, please."

Silvio: "I SAID I'M NOT INTERESTED! Hey, stop grabbing me from both sides!"

Silvio: "You two are way stronger than you look!"

Yves: "Prince Silvio is being dragged away."

Leon: "Don't worry. I'll ride with you."

Silvio: "Didn't you say someone got thrown off during the test run?!"

Leon: "He didn't die, so it's fine."

Silvio: "You know, you seem normal, but you're actually kind of crazy."

Azel: "Alright, you two, are you ready? Safety bars secured nice and tight?"

Silvio: "Wait, you're coming too."

Azel: "I'll pass. Yves said he'd get lonely waiting by himself."

Yves: "I never said that!"

Azel: "Come on, Yves. Let's smile and wave goodbye."

Azel: "Well then, off you go on a thrilling and heart-pounding journey~!"

Yves: "B-Bye?"

Silvio: "Stop waving like that—it's pissing me off! HEY, ARE WE EVEN SURE THIS THING'S SAFE?!"

Leon: "Haha! Now, this is the kind of speed I'm talking about!"

Silvio: "This is dangerously fast!! It's downright criminal!!"

Yves: "They disappeared in a flash. You really think they'll make it back in one piece?"

Azel: "If fortune smiles on them, they just might."

Yves: "Don't say ominous things like that!"

Azel: "By the way, Yves, what other attractions are there?"

Yves: "Yeah, um, over there is my cute little brother Licht's dojo."

Yves: "Then there's an adults-only tavern, courtesy of Jin. And that brightly colored, giant tent shaped like a clay idol is—wait, did that always exist?"

Yves: "Don't tell me—Clavis?"

Azel: "Let's not get too close."

Azel: "Still, I'm impressed you managed to build all this in such a short time."

Yves: "Well, all the brothers pitched in."

Azel: "You really are a close-knit bunch."

Azel: "By the way, who provided the most funding for this theme park?"

Yves: "Funding…?"

Silvio: "*pant, pant* Hey, you idiots—don't just stand around chatting!"

Azel: "Oh, back already? That was quick."

Leon: "It's a high-speed jet trolley, after all. This time, no one flew off."

Silvio: "That's because I held on for dear life! And don't you dare put that woman in this death trap!"

Leon: "It'll be fine if I act as the safety lock."

Silvio: "No, it won't, you absolute dumbass!"

Leon: "Relax, I was kidding."

Silvio: "You suck at joking, you know that?"

Azel: "Ah, Prince Silvio. Your beautiful hair is all tousled."

Azel: "Good thing I brought a comb—here, let me fix it for you."

Silvio: "Don't think sucking up is gonna save you. I will never forget that you put me on that death ride."

Yves: "Judging by how this went, we'd better double-check the safety of the other attractions as well."

Silvio: "Alright, I'm out. I'm not some bored idiot with time to kill."

Azel: "Now, now, don't be like that. Let's enjoy everything this place has to offer—for Emma's sake, too."

Azel: "Truthfully, I've lived a life completely disconnected from amusements like these, so I'm rather intrigued."

Azel: "For someone like me—who wasn't allowed to enjoy anything beyond books—this place is a dreamland."

Yves: "Now that you mention it, I wasn't really raised in an environment where I was free to play either."

Yves: "Feels kinda weird going all out for fun now that I'm an adult."

Leon: "If that's the case, I'm probably the same. I was too busy trying to study and survive back then."

Azel: "Prince Silvio—you had a pretty rough childhood too, didn't you?"

Silvio: "How the hell do ya know that?"

Azel: "It seems that all of us here might have finally found our way to 'play' thanks to Emma."

Leon: "Can't argue with that."

Yves: "Looks like we've got another reason to be grateful to her."

Azel: "And by doing so, we may also discover who the richest man in Rhodolite truly is…fufu..."

Silvio: "You…"

Silvio: "You really don't miss a thing, huh?"

[scarrlet-xiv]

pent up

nsfw geto suguru x fem!reader college au

read part 1 here

what could a bumpy ride lead to? part 2 of sexual frustration.

“eat my ass!” 

suguru grimaces at his friend’s retort to the senior who she used to date. he shouldn’t have let shoko and satoru drag him into this house party in the first place. even poor nanami got yanked into it.  

it’s already four hours past his usual bedtime and shoko’s by his side screaming flirty insults at her ex while laughing. if they didn’t mention that you’ll be coming to this party, suguru wouldn’t have accepted their request to be their designated sober friend along with choso to take care of them while they go and destroy their livers with cheap liquor.

“shoko!” choso whispers to his friend to hush her loud mouth, afraid that after tonight, she might get back together with that scumbag of an ex. suguru grunts at them, standing up from the beaten up couch that smelled like frat boy sweat and starts to gather some of his drunk friend’s belongings.

he hasn’t seen you all night and suguru’s sure that his annoying friends only mentioned you to get him to come and baby them. acting like a mother and scolding shoko, he tells the group to start fixing themselves up so choso could drive them back to their dorms to which they pout at but follow nonetheless.

with drunk satoru holding even drunker shoko by the arm and choso guiding blacked-out first time drinker nanami, suguru walks in front of them so he could reach the car faster. he turns around and see shoko pinching poor satoru’s cheek as the pair parade through drunk bodies.

just as he’s about to open his mouth to tell them to walk faster, someone bumps into him. he snaps his head around, a snarl already curling on his lips—ready to tear into whatever drunk idiot just stumbled into him.

but then he sees you.

your eyes wide, startled. your body frozen mid-step.

his mouth shuts instantly, the harsh words dying in his throat as he realizes he almost unleashed it on you. not some drunk fratboy—you.

his expression falters, caught somewhere between guilt and surprise, like he’s embarrassed to have let you see even a flicker of that edge.

“sorry!” you apologize. you’re looking for your friend who invited you to come here after she left you to make out with some boy who smelled like hotdog water. she’s supposed to be your ride home tonight and you’re not enjoying the smell of evaporated sweat anymore.

suguru takes note of your soberness as he looks at you. no signs of flushed cheeks or a drunk squint. he realizes that he might have been staring at you longer than needed so he clears his throat and speaks. “s’fine.”

what the fuck was that? s s’fine? you fucking idiot.

internally panicking that he might’ve come off too cold, suguru cusses himself out in his head. smooth. real smooth.

he can already feel the blush creeping up his neck, the shame mixing all too easily with something much worse—want.

he’s trying hard not to dwell on the way you look tonight. the tiny skirt that stops just below your plump ass. the way your thighs press together when you shift your weight. or worse—the way that little squeal you let out when you bumped into him sounded dangerously close to the moan you made the other night when you were…

he swallows hard. fuck. not the time.

“did you guys see meimei anywhere? she’s supposed to be my ride tonight.” you ask them once choso finally managed to drag nanami by suguru’s side out the porch, the other two catching up aswell.  

suguru’s still forming words to speak but shoko is quick to answer, waving a thumb finger towards her back. 

“i think i saw her go upstairs with that toji dude.” she slurred as she tried to step forward, leaning too much instead. satoru tries straightening her up and smiles drunkenly.

suguru watches your brows knit together in frustration, guessing that you knew that your friend wouldn’t be able to drive you back now. he also watches you mutter out a discouraged thanks to the group and start to walk back into the house. satoru nudges his shoulder, pointing his white head to your fleeting figure.

“come ride with us.” suguru says, a little too loud and a little too demanding. 

shoko winces at his tone before slapping a hand on her face to stop herself from laughing at her friend. satoru, whose arm is still draped on shoko, hears his friend try to cover her laugh, making him snicker as well.

suguru glares at his friends but stops his mouth from cursing them, waiting for your response. you turn back to the man with hopeful eyes and start to walk back to the group.

“are you sure?” you ask him. you looked at him like he was some kind of knight in shining armor, ready to save you from this junk house. this made suguru feel something bubbly in his stomach. manly moths, perhaps.

he’s so lost in your eyes that choso had to swoop in for his friend before you notice how suguru’s face is starting to get red.

“yeah, i can drive you back. you and suguru live in the same building, right?” he asks you with a friendly smile.

“uhh… yeah, we’re in the same building” you answer, smiling back at the man who’s nanami clinging on to. 

suguru settles on keeping everything he wants to say locked in his head. it’s driving him insane—the way every step toward the car is filled with your laughter, your voice threading so easily into his friends’ conversation, while he’s stuck walking beside you in silence, planning what he might say when you’re finally alone again.

but talking to you now? it’s torture.

because all he can think about is last night.

the sound of you through the thin dorm walls, soft and frustrated, trying to get yourself off. the way you sighed when your fingers didn’t quite get you there.

like you needed more.

like you needed someone else.

his jaw tightens, breath shallow, eyes locked on the ground like it might cool him off.

as you reach the car, it’s already been decided: blacked-out nanami stays slumped in the back, and shoko’s half-dead body is draped across the passenger seat. that leaves just enough room for two people beside nanami.

“wanna sit on my lap, y/n? i can sit on yours if that’s better,” shoko mumbles, giggling, eyelids at half-mast. you’re pretty sure you understood maybe three words out of all that.

“it’s too dangerous to do that in the front,” choso adds from the driver’s seat, voice flat. honestly, you kind of agree, you’re not risking getting vomited on tonight. before suguru can politely offer to find another ride, dipshit satoru decides to open his mouth. “why don’t you sit on sugu’s lap? it’s safer at the back,” he offers.

your energy spikes—subtle, unnoticed by anyone. it wouldn’t hurt to sit on a hunk, right? especially him.

“that’s fine with me,” you reply, maybe too cheerfully, flashing suguru a smile you hope lands somewhere between casual and cute.

he looks like he’s about to choke and thank satoru all at once. you watch his mouth open, then close, no words forming. it’s kind of adorable, seeing him speechless for once.

“alright, everything’s settled then,” is all he manages to say as everyone starts climbing into their seats.

you settle onto suguru’s lap, trying not to combust. you’ve been crushing on your next-door neighbor ever since you caught him coming home at the same time as you. he was sweaty, probably just back from the gym, and you still remember the way the sheen on his biceps made you lose track of your thoughts. you even had to mentally slap yourself when you found out your blockmate, shoko, was close friends with him and actually introduced the two of you. the universe really was out to get you.

the first challenge was closing the door. suguru shifted beneath you, lifting his hips and dragging you with him as he scooted forward to shut the door. the motion slid you deeper into his lap, your skirt bunching up around your waist. now, only the thin fabric of your panties and the soft press of his sweatpants separated you from his bulging cock.

his breath hitched, barely audible, but you felt it, warm against your neck. your pulse was loud in your ears, heat curling low in your belly. you were hyperaware of everything: the soft hum of the engine, the muffled voices up front, the weight of his hands settling on your hips like he wasn’t even thinking about it. 

neither of you moved, like you were both daring the other to break first. like you’d both forgotten there were other people in the car… until a laugh from satoru snapped the moment in half, leaving only the thrum of want, heavy and unspoken.

the car rolled forward and the tension didn’t ease. if anything, it thickened. his hands stayed where they were. your body stayed where it had landed, pressed snugly against him. neither of you said anything, and you weren’t sure if it was just you imagining things, or if he was too polite to ask you to shift off.

you tried not to breathe too hard. you tried not to think about how warm he was under you. you definitely tried not to think about how his cock felt beneath you, or how much of your skin your skirt wasn’t covering.

and then the car jolted.

choso hit a bump too fast, and the whole vehicle lurched. you gasped as your body ground hard into his, your thighs tightening around his as you struggled not to fall forward. his grip on your hips tightened instantly, firm and sudden.

for a second, it felt like the world stopped.

then, soft—so soft you almost missed it—he exhaled your name like it hurt to say.

and just as the heat built again, the universe decided it had enough fun.

“mmn… fuckin’ hell,” nanami mumbled beside you, suddenly stirring from his blackout. “who hit me with a truck?”

you flinched slightly, instinctively trying to shift off suguru’s lap, but his hand caught your waist for just a second too long before letting go. heat surged across your face. suguru looked away, jaw tense, as nanami blinked around like he had no idea what year it was.

“we didn’t crash, right?” nanami asked, rubbing his temples.

“nah, just a bump. you’re good,” satoru said from the other side, barely suppressing a laugh. “go back to sleep, sleeping beauty.”

“fuck off,” nanami muttered, slumping sideways, right into satoru who let out a wheeze and started complaining about how heavy he was.

shoko snored softly in the front. choso didn’t say a word, eyes locked on the road like he was pretending his blind ass didn’t hit a hump too fast.

you exhaled slowly, trying to settle your heartbeat as you adjusted your skirt, finally able to sit up straighter. the moment between you and suguru had dissipated, at least, on the surface.

but under the quiet buzz of the car, and nanami’s groaning, and satoru’s complaining, something still lingered. the press of his hands. the sound of your name on his breath. the tension hadn’t vanished, it had just gone quiet, waiting for its next chance.

the rest of the ride passed in a haze of low conversation, drunken groans, and the occasional sharp turn from choso that made everyone lean just a little too close. you tried not to think about suguru’s thigh pressed against yours or the way he hadn’t looked at you since nanami woke up. tried not to think about how he still hadn’t let go right away.

eventually, the car slowed in front of your dorm building. choso put it in park with a heavy sigh, like the drive had drained the last bit of his will to live. shoko was still knocked out cold, mouth open, a soft snore vibrating in the quiet.

“alright,” satoru whispered dramatically, nudging nanami awake again. “lovebirds, this is your stop.”

you rolled your eyes and moved to gather your things. suguru slipped out first, reaching back for you. his hand was warm when it closed around yours—gentle, but firm enough that your breath caught. he helped you down like it meant nothing, like you both hadn’t spent the last ten minutes thinking about what it felt like to be that close.

his fingers lingered. yours almost gripped back.

the building was quiet, only the low buzz of vending machines and the flicker of a dying hallway light filling the space between you. you walked side by side toward your doors—neighbors, nothing more, but every inch between your bodies felt like a dare.

you stopped in front of your door and reached into your bag. once. twice. a third time, more frantic now.

“shit,” you whispered. “no, no, no… i left my key.”

you jiggled the handle anyway, as if hoping your door would suddenly decide to forgive you.

suguru was quiet. you glanced up to find him watching you, jaw tight, brows drawn slightly like he was working through something.

then his eyes flicked to his door. just one step away.

his voice was low when it came, almost strangled.

“you can stay in my room.”

you blinked, heart stuttering. had you heard him right?

he dragged a hand through his hair, gaze darting to the floor, to the vending machine, anywhere but you. “just… just for tonight.”

his fingers fumbled with the key in his pocket, knuckles stiff like he didn’t trust himself to do anything else with them. he wasn’t breathing right. neither were you.

your throat dried, knowing that once you entered that door, whatever line the two of you had been pretending not to toe would disappear completely.

your voice caught somewhere behind your tongue. your fingers twitched at your sides, unsure if they should grab the hem of your skirt or reach for him instead. he wasn’t moving, but he didn’t need to, his silence screamed louder than anything. waiting…

“are you sure?” you asked, barely above a whisper, not trusting yourself to say more.

his lips parted like he wanted to answer, like he had an answer, but instead, he just unlocked his door with a shaky click and stepped aside, holding it open for you.

you hesitated.

just one step.

just one step and this would no longer be a crush, a tension, a thing to swallow and hide.

you met his eyes one more time.

he looked at you like he was already touching you.

and then—

a voice from the hallway behind you

“yo, y/n!—did you leave your keys in the car?”

satoru.

~

a/n: LOLLLL turns out there will be part 3. yall know theres a reason why this mini series is called sexual frustration lol hope u guys r alright w getting blue balled <33

tags: @getoswifeyy

[p1astr81]

Hey!!! I totally love all your works and i wanted to req an angsty story bc ya girl loves trauma😭😭😭 so basically reader asks either osc or max (up to u) if they wanna go on a date and since he's not rlly paying attention he jokes that he'd rather spend the time having sex💀 but reader real8ses that they never really defined their relationship and assumes he's just using her and that they're not anything and the driver is totally oblivious to all this lol😭😭 and anyway a while later reader either introduces him as her friend or flirts with someone else in front of him and he gets rlly pissed and jealous??? And they have a fight and she explains everything and he comforts herrrr❤️❤️❤️ amd then later sets up this big cheesy display to actually ask her out loll anyway yeah you ofc don't have to write this if you don't want to but if you do, enjoy❤️

some of you anons are so sweet I love you

decided to do max bc I have so many Oscar works

You chewed on the skin of your finger. Sat next to Max in the hospitality, he was paying more attention to his phone than you. “What do you think about going to dinner Tuesday night?”

A dry sounding laugh. “I’d rather eat you out.”

You blinked at how direct it was. Your fingers tapped against the table. “Okay.” Was all you could manage as your brain ran wild.

He’d turned down a date. Said he’d prefer sex. As you thought about it, there wasn’t really an occasion where he did take you out.

You weren’t even dating. He’d never made if official, never called you his girlfriend or treated you much like one.

Holy shit it’s hit you like a bullet train.

You were just an object for him to use whenever he needed a good fuck. He was using you.

He only looked up from his phone when you walked off. He called after you, asking where you were off to. You didn’t give him an answer.

The restroom stall clicked closed, securing you in the confined space. The thoughts spoke before you could suppress them.

You were nothing to him but a fuck buddy. You meant nothing. You cared for him, but he didn’t care for you. You were just convenient. Only by his side to satisfy his needs. Did he even see you as a person?

Despite being upset by your revelation, you couldn’t resist his advances later that night.

Weeks on, you still couldn’t help yourself, occasionally accepting his late-night booty calls. But you never enjoyed it as much as you used to.

He’d managed to get himself invited as your plus one to your friend’s beach party. No problem, you’d ditched him easily in the large crowd.

You were chatting with one of your friends when a guy approached. Tan skin. Dark, wavy hair. Hypnotic green eyes. Muscled, too. Toned arms and chest.

Oh, shit. You’d been shamelessly checking him out.

“-and this is, y/n.” Your friend introduced, breaking into your thoughts.

“Yeah. Hi.” You chuckled, cheeks burning—and it wasn’t from the heat. “Sorry, what was your name again? I didn’t quite catch it.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, licked your lips.

His laugh was as captivating as he was. “Andreas.” He flashed his teeth.

“Handsome name. Spanish?” You guessed.

He nodded. “Only the name is handsome?”

Your friend had left the scene. When, you weren’t sure. But she was no longer stood by your side. Your eyes explored his body again. “You’re not terrible looking.” You shrugged.

He laughed again. “And you are gorgeous.” He stepped forward. “Are you seeing anyone?”

You shrugged. “Nothing serious.”

Before he could say anything, an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you. “What’s going on here?” The Dutch accent was plain enough. You didn’t have to look to know it was Max, or know that he was fuming.

“Oh! Andreas, this is my friend Max! Max, Andreas.”

“Oh! Verstappen, right? Man, this is incredible, it’s nice to meet you.” He held out his hand.

Max eyed the outstretched offer and laughed humorlessly. “Yeah.” He muttered before dragging you off.

“Wha- Max! Hey-!” You stumbled after him, struggling to find footing in the uneven sand. “Where are we going?”

“Home!”

You scoffed. “Incase you forgot, we don’t live together.”

He ignored you.

“Max! Let me at least say bye it’s rude to-“

“Fine.” He spat the words like venom, still gripping onto your hand.

You led him this time, over to where your friend stood. You apologized to your friend, wished her happy birthday yet again, and bade her goodbye.

The car ride back to Max’s home was silent but tense. He glanced over at you every few seconds. You kept your eyes on the streets outside.

“What the hell was that?” He accused as the door boomed closed.

You sighed. “What was what?”

“You fucking-“ he scoffed like he’d processed your question mid sentence. “-you were fucking flirting with someone else! In front of a near hundred people!”

You threw yourself on the couch, taking up the entirety of it. Another sigh. You were in no mood for his theatrics nor to entertain them. “And why does that matter to you?”

A singular laugh of disbelief. He marched right over, standing by your side. No matter, your eyes were on the ceiling anyway. “Because you’re with me!” He cried in outrage.

Uninterested, you turned your head. Slow. “Am I now?” You raised your brows.

His jaw dropped. Silence. And then a quiet question. “Are you fucking serious?”

Sat up too quickly, your head spun momentarily. Your brows furrowed. “You have only ever paid attention to me when you want my fucking body!” Your calmness had shattered, replaced by the pent up rage of the last few weeks. You got to your feet. “You only take me to races and then pose me as your girlfriend because it’s convenient for you. The only reason I exist in your life is to please you.” Your finger jabbed in his chest with every point. “And you have no right to claim that I’m with you because we have never been on a single fucking date! Not in the five months you’ve been fucking me. I even asked you about going out to dinner and you told me you’d rather have sex.” You scoffed. The hot tears flowing down your face only became known to you when you turned away.

The back of your hand lay flat on your forehead as you took a shaky breath. You whipped around, a weak arm motioning to him. “You… I thought I meant something to you. For the longest time I-“ you choked, shrugged. “Stupid me.”

Max stood. Stunned. Speechless.

He never saw it as you had. Never thought of you as just a fuck-buddy or someone he uses to please himself. Girlfriend, he wasn’t sure if that was the word. Wasn’t ever sure if you even wanted that kind of label. But definitely dating—if there was even a difference between the two. He thought inviting you to races and ordering room service were considered dates. He thought you weren’t into lavish dinners and preferred quiet nights in. Clearly, he was an idiot.

And he told you as much, nearly word for word.

Again, you found the couch. Max sat beside you. “Evidently, we’re both terrible at communicating.” You gave a weak laugh.

“We can be better now, though.”

He had it all laid out. Your favorites scattered around his flat. Dinner plated by candlelight. Dessert on a crystal platter in the kitchen. A projector set up in the living room, prepared to display your favorite movie. Pillows and blankets lined the sofa to make it more comfortable.

And he stood in his nicest tuxedo—potentially too fancy, but it would make his point.

The front door creaked open, and in came you. In sweats and shocked. “Max what is this?” You chuckled. “What are you wearing?”

Your eyes glanced around the room, sparkling in the candlelight. A lavish display. So unlike the Max you knew, but not unappreciated.

He sported a nervous smile. “I’ve been stupid. And I want to correct that.” He pulled out a vase of your favourite flowers and held them out to you. “Will you be my girlfriend?” His voice shook, as did his hand.

You smiled softly, sheepishly. Took slow steps until you reached him. You stared at the flowers. At him. “I can’t tell if I’m underdressed or if you’re overdressed.”

“You’re overdressed. Too many clothes, I think you should take them off.” He grinned. Your brows shot up. “Sorry. Sorry. I- fuck, right.” He cleared his throat. “You look gorgeous.”

You smiled and shook your head. On your tip toes, you kissed his cheek. “Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

[johnnycadesmuse]

˚ ˖ 𓍢ִ໋ party 4 u

— dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 party 4 u by charlixcx

warnings: alcohol, smoking, swearing, mentions of sex

"oh my gosh, you came!" you shouted over the music, embracing your friend as you welcomed them into your home, which only an hour earlier was empty but was now filled with bodies. "drinks are in there!" you told her, pointing to the kitchen.

you walked along side her, pouring her whatever concoction your friend had helped you make earlier that you were sure was equivalent to acid.

you told her to enjoy the party before walking off to greet others and mingle around. you rarely threw parties, if ever. but it was halloween, so you figured that you might as well— at least, that's what you told everyone who asked. you couldn't tell them the real reason, despite you knew that they knew the real reason, they just didn't wanna bring it up.

you were waiting for him. you had been waiting since the first guest came through the door, watching the entrance in hopes that you'd see him.

you hadn't invited him, hell, you hadn't invited more than half of the people that showed up. but it didn't matter, not to you. it wouldn't matter if the entire town came, or even the entire state of Oklahoma. because in that crowd, you'd only be looking for one person. you only wanted one person to be there. Dallas Winston, Dal as you called him.

he was notorious in town for being dangerous, and many always preached that no one should be within a 10 foot radius of him unless they wanna get in trouble. but you didn't listen to the warning, and you paid the price.

thing is, he was different, different from what others would say about him. he was kind, bold, even a bit chivalrous. when you were in public, he acted nonchalantly with you, wrapping an arm around your waist or kissing your neck— in private, he acted like as if you were the only person in the world. when he kissed you, he did it with so much passion that you would practically melt away. when you would have sex, it was making love, not fucking. sure, at first he was distant and cold and at times you even thought about giving up. but eventually, he warmed up and treated you like his girl, not just some chick he was hooking up with.

but one day, as you waited on the corner of your street, waiting for him to pick you up for a date for your one year anniversary, he didn't show. you tried to call, yet he didn't pick up. you thought that maybe he had gotten hurt. so, you did what any caring girlfriend would do.

as you walked into Bucks, you looked around to see Buck chatting it up with a friend near the bar. "hey Buck, is Dal here?" you asked nervously, to which he didn't say anything but instead pointed to the ceiling, signalling that he was upstairs.

you knocked on his bedroom door, hearing a faint "who is it?"

"it's me baby!" you hollered back excitedly. you could've sword you heard a groan, making your heart drop. you didn't wait for him to answer, but instead barged in to find him on his bed, smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed.

"Dal? what the hell! why didn't you pick me up?"

"what?" he asked confused, clearly having been woken up from his sleep as his eyes were squinting and his lips were somewhat chapped.

"our date?! y'know, the one i've been reminding you of for weeks straight? the one for our one year anniversary!?"

"ah, stop shouting. you're hurting my ears" he groaned, sitting up on his mattress, stumping his cigarette out on his ashtray, the one that you made him during a pottery class.

"I can't believe you" you scolded, tears burning your eyes as you looked at a man you no longer recognised.

you watched as he stared at his feet, not even looking at you once. you stood there, waiting for him to say something else. maybe an apology, or even a simple grunt would do. but nothing, you got nothing at all. it then occurred to you that Dally didn't suddenly change overnight in his sleep. something had clearly happened, and you think you knew exactly what it was.

"who is she?" you asked, your voice breaking as you were a few seconds away from breaking down.

"what?"

"who is she?!" you shouted, walking over to his dresser, throwing clothes out of his drawers in hopes of finding a pair of panties or anything that would indicate that he had been with another body that wasn't yours.

"who is who? the fuck are you doing?" he yelled back, standing up and grabbing your shoulder. you slapped his hand away before moving over to his nightstand, then his mattress, then under his bed, all the while he kept yelling at you to stop. "you ain't gonna find nothin' cus there ain't nobody else!"

"so why are you acting like a dick, huh? I mean you don't even look at me when I walk in here, you didn't come pick me up and don't say that you forgot our date because I know damn well that you didn't because every time I reminded you, you promised me that you wouldn't forget. so what! what is it? did I do something because-"

"I can't be with you anymore!" he shouted, making your heart drop down to the floor. that's when you felt the tears fall, muffled sobs coming from you as you held your face in your hands. he reached out to touch you but you quickly jumped back. "I-... it ain't you."

"yeah fucking right. cause I know damn well it ain't you, it's never you! nothing is ever your fault, is it?!" you shouted. it was true, nothing ever was his fault, at least, according to Dallas.

every time you two argued, the blame would always be pinned on you. you put up with it out of love, always attempting to justify his actions. but now, there was nothing to justify.

after that night, you never saw Dallas. he never called, you never came to Bucks anymore. whenever you saw him in public, you'd cross the street or turn the other way. you couldn't stand the sight of him, because everytime you'd see his beautiful brown eyes and handsome features, you'd desperately want to run into his arms and tell him that it was all okay. but it wasn't, and it never would be.

as you talked some more with some friends by the punch table, you heard a hollering noise over the music that sounded too familiar. one of Dally's friends, Two-Bit Matthews, was known for being loud and obnoxious. after being around him and Dally's gang, you knew his laugh all too well. and if Two-Bit was at your party, you knew he would be too.

you excused yourself, walking through the house in hopes of catching a glimpse of him somewhere. you saw Two-Bit attempting to do some sort of drink on your dining table, yet, no Dallas. maybe he didn't come you thought to yourself.

but as you turned around to go back to the kitchen, that's when you made eye contact with him.

he stood in front of you, frozen. it was as if everyone had stopped and the music had gone silent. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he had a look on his face that was full of regret, one that told you everything that he wanted to say but couldn't.

you felt tears rush to your eyes and you turned away, ready to flee the scene. but before you could take one step, Dally grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

you were confused, but didn't let go. the rush you felt in that moment was nostalgic. it reminded you of the times that you and Dally ran from the cops, or the times that you two almost got caught having sex in the bathroom of a restaurant. you missed that rush, you missed him.

you both ended up outside in the empty backyard, Dally not letting go of your hand. you looked up at him as he looked down at you and into your eyes. he tucked a loose strand behind your ear, smirking slight, making your heart flutter.

you kissed the palm of his hand as it rested on your cheek. it took all of 2 seconds for Dally to pull you in, kissing you passionately underneath the stars of the night sky.

you didn't hear the music from the party, you didn't hear the drunk teenagers hooting and hollering from the front lawn, you just heard Dally's heartbeat as he pulled you up against his chest. he held you tightly, kissing the top of your head as he mumbled "i'm sorry" over and over. "I was so stupid. I was scared. scared that I had managed to keep someone as good as you. I thought that it ought to end soon, that you'd realise that you deserve better than me."

"no, Dallas. I want to be with you, I always have. more than anything." you whispered to him, cupping his face with your hands.

he didn't say anything, kissing you passionately once again before leading you back inside to the party that you threw for him.

@avroravia @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

[ju111cybbysmut]

How we feeling about a lil TodoIida x reader 3 way

What's Your Fantasy?

Husband!Tenya Iida x Fem!Reader x Bestfriend!Shoto Todoroki

→ Masterlist ☆ Synopsis → Iida and his wife, reader, attend a reunion party at UA. Reader whisks Tenya away from the party to get frisky in a secluded area, only to be discovered by her close friend from high school, Shoto. ☆ Content Warning → reader and iida are married, tenya is lowkey secretly freaky, everyone's a bit buzzed from champagne, threesome, oral (both male and female receiving), lots and lots of kissing, fingering! shoto has unrequited feelings for reader. ☆ Author's Note → Heyyy, wasn't entirely sure if you wanted Iida and Todoroki to do gay with each other, so I didn't include it in this! But I can always make a part two where they do kiss and interact with each other in that manner! So just let me know! I'll probably cook up a part two where the three do more than oral! :) -Juicy

Tenya whistled as you came out the bathroom in your new dress he had bought you. “You look amazing.” He observed, taking your hand with a small grin.

“You think so?” You enquired and shot a grin back as he kissed your temple. “I know so.” You and Tenya were invited to a high school reunion at UA. Plenty of well-known heroes were going to be attending, including some of your former classmates.

“Shoto actually messaged me yesterday, said he was looking forward to seeing us.” Tenya said as they headed out to the car. You hummed as you got into the car. It’d be nice to see Shoto, you two were close back in UA, but as the world got busier, so did the both of you - which led to not contacting each other as often.

Time and time again, Shoto had to remind himself - You were married now. And as much as he loved you, he had to put those feelings aside. He never got the chance to confess to you. But maybe things were better this way. He had seen all your posts with your husband. You were always smiling so big, holding the camera and holding up a peace sign - Iida in the background smiling as well. Shoto had seen your wedding photos as well. He'd be lying if he had said he didn't wish it were him instead of Iida. But he respected your husband. They were friends too, after all. Shoto's expression remained neutral, looking at his reflection as he tied his tie. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go. He'd have to say hi to you, pretend like he hadn't tried to wipe you out of his memory. He looked down when a notification popped up on his phone. Just now → From (Y/N) Tenya told me you were going to be there, see you soon!

Shoto pressed his lips into a line for a moment, before sighing and hearting the message. Ignoring you was proving to be more difficult than he originally thought.

The gym was bustling with music and liveliness as graduates shared drinks. Some danced and some just conversed. "It was so romantic, Tenya me surprised me by taking us out to the coffee shop where we had our first date. The owner let him use it after hours, so we had the place to ourselves. He set the mood with candles and everything." You beamed and smiled to Uraraka and Midoriya, showing them the ring. "You two are perfect together." Ochako smiled and grabbed your hands, "We missed you so much, I'm so glad you came!" She giggled. You smiled back, squeezing her hands. "I'm glad I decided to come as well. It's been so nice catching.... up." You trailed off as you looked behind the brunette, noticing who just came into the gym- Shoto! Your smile grew bigger, waving at the man but when his eyes met yours, he looked away and walked off. Weird. Tenya had noticed this, raising a brow. You looked back to Tenya, noticeably hurt by Shoto's demeanor as your hands fell from Ochako's. The brunette turned and began to catch up with Midoriya.

"Did you see that?" You murmured as you walked over to your husband, brows knitted with concern. "He completely just avoided me-" Tenya placed a hand on your shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll go check on him. You stay here and have fun, yeah?" He consoled you, kissing your temple briefly as he left to go find Shoto.

Tenya pushed up his glasses as he walked out of the gym, closing the doors behind him. He wiped his palms on his pants as he looked both ways, unsure of where Shoto went. Shoto had managed to escape to the front of the building. He let out a soft sigh, it was pretty obvious he was avoiding you. Maybe coming to the party wasn't the best idea, but in a sense, he was glad he came. He wanted to see you, of course - but seeing Iida was still a reminder that you weren't his. The two toned male sighed and turned around when he heard footsteps. Tenya stood behind him, hands in his pockets. Shoto was a bit surprised that it was his friend who followed him and not you.

Shoto looked at the ground, avoiding Iida's gaze. "You're lucky, you know." Shoto said after a moment if silence. "Having her. You're lucky." Shoto didn't know why he was admitting this, maybe he needed a push, or to say what he's been wanting to say since he had met you.

Iida seemed speechless. "If I had the courage you had back then, she wouldn't be yours. She'd be mine." Shoto frowned, gripping the railing he was leaning on. Iida stayed quiet. Honestly, Iida should've punched Shoto in the face for this. But he couldn't. That wasn't who he was, the two respected each other. "Shoto, you're one of my former classmates. When you're unhappy, so is (Y/N). She misses you deeply. And I'm not dumb. I see the way she looks at you." He folded him arms and looked away for a moment. "So, if she's open to the idea. Then I think we could work something out."

"You're back! Was everything okay?" You asked with a frown, taking Tenya's hand.

Iida squeezed your hand. "Everything's fine." He said gently, kissing the back of your hand. You raised a brow, you knew there was something else, but you didn't want to press on. You sighed, squeezing his hand back.

Iida had no issue with you dating Shoto as well, just as long as you were happy and he was happy - Iida would be happy. He wasn't sure how to approach the topic, however. Your cheeks were a bit flushed as you looked up at your husband and you smiled, eyes drifting away from his as you analyzed his features. "Is something wrong?" He raised a brow, looking down at you. You shook your head, "No no, you just look so nice tonight." You squeezed his hand, "This is really good champagne." “That it is.” Iida said with a smile, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you in a bit. Iida would be lying if he said he couldn’t wait to get home so he could rip off that dress. You were thinking the same thing, but several steps ahead of him. Why wait, right? "Tenya, baby, can we go somewhere private?" You murmured, hooking a finger into his pocket playfully. His cheeks tinted red, "Wha-What? Honey, you do know we're at a public event right now?" Tenya looked away timorously. “Yeah. I know, but who cares? I wanna enjoy some of my perfect, amazing husband~” You cooed and poked his cheek, smirking at how red Tenya’s cheeks had gotten. “Let’s go~” You whispered in his ear and started to drag your husband to the empty teacher's lounge on the third floor, away from any party goers.

Tenya was still speechless, not sure how to react, as you opened the door, shoved him inside and pushed the door behind you. "Mhhf-" Iida's eyes widened a little as you pushed him onto the sofa, kissing him feverishly. You straddled his hips, your hands roaming all over his body before resting on his cheeks. His cheeks burned red, and his glasses fogged up as you swarmed him with kisses. Tenya tried to keep up, lips meeting yours hungrily. You giggled into the kiss, lips moving to his glasses and taking them between your teeth, pulling them off friskily. The blue-haired man blushed furiously at this, the blood rushing to his cock only becoming harder to ignore.

Todoroki was roaming the empty halls of UA, champagne in hand as he reminisced on the past. Should he ask you out to a coffee or something and tell you how he felt? Or would that be too sudden-?

These questions were swirling around in his head, making him dizzy. He couldn't tell if it was because of what Iida had said, or how tipsy Shoto was. Shoto took a sip of his champagne and stopped for a moment when he heard soft giggling and humming coming from a room down the hall. He walked down to the only cracked door in the hall, hesitantly peeking through. You were on your knees, back facing the door, between Iida's knees. Shoto gulped, he felt as if he couldn't look away. Your head was bobbing up in down, legs curled to your side and heels kicked off. Tenya's eyes were glued to you, hand threading in your hair as you took as much as you could of him into your mouth. "Just like that.." Your husband breathed out shakily, eyes half-lidded, free hand gripping the arm of the sofa. Shoto's cheeks were dusted pink, eyes widened. His eyes were glued to you and Iida in the room. He knew he should look away...but he couldn't. His mind was too busy thinking how he wanted to be in Iida's place. You looked up at Iida and continued to do what you were doing, unaware that it wasn't just your husband who was watching you. You pulled off Iida's painfully hard cock with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back off your hand as you began to lazily stroke him with your hand. "Is it good, baby?" Your sultry tone was just enough to send Todoroki flying into orbit, his dick springing up in his pants. He let out a quiet gasp, hand flinging to cover his boner, accidently knocking the door open.

You gasped audibly, head jerking around to meet Shoto's fearful gaze. "Shoto!" Your eyes were wide like a deer in headlights, lips parting in shock. Tenya was a little less shocked than you, pulling his blazer over his erection as your hand moved away. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't-" Apologies spewed from the two-toned man's mouth, cheeks as bright as apples as he looked away. Your eyes trailed down, noticing his hand over his crotch. "Shoto, are you..?" "...yeah..." He mumbled. Shoto could die from embarrassment right now, he was sure of it. You pursed your lips, heart pounding out of your chest. You felt your hand being squeezed and you turned back to your husband, looking up at him. "What do you say, should we let him join?" Iida murmured with a cocked brow, corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. "...Let him join?" You asked, looking back to Shoto.

Shoto groaned as you took him into his mouth. He had taken Iida's place on the couch, knees trembling ever so slightly as your tongue slid up the vein on the underside of his cock. Iida was standing beside you, gently rocking his hips as you stroked his throbbing member. "You're.... really good at this..." Shoto managed to choke out, eyes widening as you took him deeper, flushed tip nearly hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes were closed for a moment in concentration, before opening again and meeting Shoto's. He gulped. He looked so delicious right now, and honestly this was moment was perfect. The two most important people in your life, right at your fingertips. You pulled off his cock, tongue sliding over the tip before moving over to Iida, taking him into your mouth and stroking Shoto. You hollowed out your cheeks, looking up at Iida with watery eyes as he praised you, stroking your head like he always did. Shoto got a better view of you sucking Iida off, letting out a groan as his cock twitched with desperation. You hummed around Iida's cock, free hand holding onto his muscular thigh for support. You were about to go deeper before Iida gently pulled you, by your hair, off his cock. "You're doing so good taking care of us, let us take care of you." He suggested, helping you stand up. You nodded, kissing Tenya deeply. He cupped your cheeks, tongue raking over your bottom lip. You hummed, pulling back and looking down at Shoto who sat idly on the couch. "Shoto, come here." You beckoned, grabbing his hands and helping him up with a giggle. Shoto opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You smile up at him, kissing his lips tenderly. His eyes widened but soon closed as he kissed you back, fingers itching to touch you. Tenya wastes no time, unzipping the back to your dress. He kisses up your spine, stopping at the back of your neck and nipping softly. Your place a hand on Shoto's chest, fingers drumming against his heart as your tongue delves deeper into his mouth. He groans into your mouth, moving a hand to cup your cheek. Tenya hums as your dress falls to the ground, trailing kisses down from your neck, down your spine, to the soft flesh of your ass. He plants another kiss here, now on his knees. Tenya places a hand on your inner thigh, parting your legs slightly. Shoto parts from you, nipping your bottom lip before getting on his knees as well. You lift your right leg, resting your thigh over Shoto's shoulder. He wastes no time, leaning forward and swiping his tongue through your wet folds. You let out a soft gasp, watching as he devours you whole. Tenya kisses the back of your thigh before dipping his fingers into your slick, sliding his middle finger into you. You let out a whine at this, closing your eyes as your head fell back. Tenya slaps your thigh, "Don't be rude, baby, watch him eat you out. So devoted." Your husband hums. "S-Sorry..." You mumbled out, cheeks hot as you looked back down, eyes meeting Shoto's. He gazed into your eyes with admiration, half-lidded as he lapped at your clit, dragging his tongue across the swollen bundle of nerves. "Is he doing well?" Tenya rasped, pumping his finger in and out of you. "Yeah.." You hummed, reaching down and threading your fingers through Shoto's hair. The man hummed against your pussy, moving a hand to your thigh and rubbing affectionately. Tenya added another digit, sinking his two fingers in knuckles deep. You let out a shaky gasp, looking back at Iida with a half-lidded gaze. He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out your greedy hole. "So good, don't stop-" You inhaled sharply, using your free hand to grope your breast. Shoto and Tenya pumped their own cocks, Shoto sucking on your clit and Tenya curling his fingers inside you faster. You let out a trembling cry, cunt clenching around Iida's fingers as you came undone. Your legs trembled as you rode out your high, Shoto keeping you from falling. Once the three of you were finished, you all sat on the couch to catch your breathes.

"That was.. unexpected- but great." You stifled a laugh, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Shoto hummed in acknowledgement, reaching out to place a hand on your thigh but stopped himself. You looked over with a smile, taking his hand and moving it to your thigh. His eyes softened and a small smile formed on his face. "Are we all okay with this becoming a…." You trailed off suggestively, looking between your husband and friend.

"I don't mind if Shoto doesn't mind." Tenya was the first to speak. You both looked over to Shoto expectantly. The two-toned man looked between the both of you, "I'd like that."

[arietem]

chapter two: are you a stalker now, too?

masterlist + moodboards

kook!jj maybank x reader

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you roll your eyes so hard, for a second you're afraid they're gonna stay like that. you leave his last message on read and throw the phone onto your bed. who does he think he is? asking around for your number? inviting you to his fucking baseball game? like you're some kind of groupie?

nah, no way. you will not be going to that game, no way in hell.

it’s saturday morning and you’re itching to grab an iced coffee on your way to work. ever since you started working at the pet store near campus on the weekends, your saturday ritual stayed the same. walk to the store and grab a drink on the way.

you’re usually hungover on these walks, sometimes less, sometimes more and it always works as a charm to get your head out of the alcohol induced haze.

cleo is already at her boxing class so you grab your phone, wallet and your favorite big sunglasses and walk out the door. it’s still pretty quiet in the dorm, the hallways deserted. no surprise there, it always is after a big party.

your mind is still reeling from his texts and something posesses you to open his instagram profile. his friends or whoever are gassing him up in the comments, but he hasn’t responded to any of them.

you click out of the app and pocket your phone, feeling something you really don’t want to acknowledge. lost in your thoughts, you almost pass the store, stopping abruptly in front of the entrance. you see through the glass door that your manager is already at the cash register, getting ready for the day.

“good morning”, you say, placing the sunglasses on the top of your head.

“good morning. put on your uniform and let’s go, we have so much shit to do today.”

you salute her and start walking toward the back office. jenny, your manager, is only a few years older than you, but damn good at leading this store. she’s skilled at maintaining a balance between coworkers and friends in your relationship.

“oh, there’s someone from the shelter coming by later to pick up some food for the dogs” she yells out.

“gotcha, i’ll gather the bags!”

at your locker, you get out of your athletic shorts and a band tee and put on your pink uniform. each employee has a different color because the owners want the place to be happy and welcoming and you’re pretty sure it’s working. each shirt is also embroidered with an animal, yours being a parakeet.

you take out your phone once more before you start your shift to text cleo, whose class should have ended by now.

you roll your eyes and exit the office, ready to start organizing the new shipments.

lost in all the bags of dog food you are gathering for the shelter, you hear the chime above the door, indicating a customer is here.

“i’ll be right there,” you yell out, dusting off your slacks. you round the corner and stop dead in your tracks.

“are you a stalker now, too?” you ask him, hands crossed over your chest.

jackson’s hair is messy as always, but nothing else gives away that he was partying all night yesterday. his ralph lauren sweater is baby blue and matches his eyes. you hate that you notice that.

“cute uniform.” he smirks, his dimple appearing. “i came to get the food for the shelter.”

“why you?”

“because i volunteer there.” he can tell that you are kinda shocked by the news. “don’t look so surprised. i love dogs.” he shrugs and points behind you. “that it?”

you follow his finger over your shoulder and nod at him. jackson sidesteps you and takes two 22-lb bags of food, one in each hand. you watch him lug the bags to his car until all ten of them are packed safely in there.

you don’t want to look at his strong looking legs when he squats, but you still do. “should i give you the bill?” you ask him feigning disinterest.

“yah, let me pay now. you take apple pay?”

“yeah, we do.” you roll your eyes.

he takes out his iphone and taps it to the machine. you revert your eyes to the window and check out his car. it’s not what you expected of him. it’s a pickup truck but it doesn’t look brand new. it’s light green and you can tell it has some years on it.

the ping of the machine brings your eyes back to him.

“see you at the game tonight, y/n.” he says and winks at you then turns away and walks out the door.

nah, no way.

taglist: @blissfulbutterfliess, @rottinglexi

[4rielle]

Notes for a loosely based stranger things Lottienat au where Lottie takes the place of Will and Nat takes on the role of Mike.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever get the motivation to write this though but I’ve grown attached to this au.

The disappearance of Lottie Matthews notes:

-takes place in November of 1990/1991 where the girls would be middle schoolers with Lottie,Nat, Shauna,Jackie,Tai,Van, Misty and Laura Lee all being seventh graders.

-dnd is replaced with football in this au with the dnd session in episode 1 season 1 being a practice session for an upcoming game.

-mostly Nat and Lottie centric but Jackie,Shauna, Tai,Van and Misty are also focus characters and are each trying to help the search for Lottie.

-background baby Jackieshauna and Taivan, little Taivan aren’t yet dating but are aware of each other not being straight Taivan grow protective of each other as they’re both anxious of Lotties disappearance being an lgbtq hate crime.

-in this au Lottie,Nat and the other main girls are all childhood friends with Misty being an outsider who recently joined their group in a similar way that Dustin did. Lottie and Nat have a special bond with each other with the dynamic of Lottie leaning on Nat and Nat wrapping her arm around her, you could never really tell if it was a special friendship or something more.

-Lottie and Nat both come from troubled backgrounds and have acted as each other rock for as long as the other could remember.

-Lottie is sheltered but more of aware things than others think she is and Nat has grown to be closed off and reliant on herself.

-both have mutual feelings for each but Lottie is aware of them while Nat still doesn’t realise her feelings about her best friend aren’t strictly platonic.

-“the disappearance of Lottie Matthews” the au starts off with a group of middle schoolers playing football together in some sort of park together practicing for their game next week. their playing in teams of three/four Lottie,Nat,Jackie and Laura Lee against Shauna and Taivan with Misty acting as a referee (well she tries) the only reason she came along with them was by Jackie inviting her feeling bad at her failed attempts to join the soccer team. (Mistyjax my beloved)

-anyways it’s really late by now but it’s Sunday so who cares anyways? the game is getting intense both teams are fighting neck to neck just mere seconds away from scoring the winning goal until as Lottie is about score Jackie freaks out distracting them all by remembering her curfew and the girls are all scrambling some trying to see if the goal made it and others remembering their own curfews.

-soon a majority of the girls are gone and it’s just Lottie and Nat left Nat is about to walk home until Lottie stops her by confessing something along the lines of “the goal didn’t go in” Nat is a bit confused at first until it hits ,her then Lottie says something completely out of the blue relating to this figure known as the wilderness “the wilderness it got me” I don’t really know how to include them already knowing about the wilderness like the party knew about the demogorgan so please free to send suggestions.

-after that Lottie and Nat wave each other goodbye telling each other see you later but as Lotties walking away Nat feels a sudden sense of dread as if something feels wrong about letting Lottie walk home alone as she’s about to do anything the lights from the street lamp she’s standing by begin to flicker which freaks her out making her decide to walk home.

-While on the way home Lottie begins to feel as if something isn’t right her home is quite far away from the park and she has to walk near the woods to make it home. she feels as if she’s being watched by someone or something so similarly to Will Byers she spots a figure resembling the antler queen and freaks out quickening her pace but losing one of football boots (Cinderella Lottie??)

-similarly to Will Byers she makes it home but she finds that no one is there and as she thinks it’s safe the front door opens by itself.

-things happen but she eventually ends up getting taken into the wilderness equivalent of the upside down.

-final note but in this universe the upside down is a mix of the wilderness with paranormal elements. instead of ending up in an empty version of Hawkins Lottie ends up in a familiar cabin in an unknown forest.

[raven-6-10]

Part 6 under the cut!

@zombiefishgirl

***

The rest of the afternoon and the early evening they spend in Stella's suite at her House's apartment building, dealing with whatever matters needed their attention in light of either their month-long mission or their accidental marriage.

In Illario's case that means he is lounging on a couch with a portable lap desk pulled out of his travel trunk and writing a small stack of letters.

There is the letter informing Alli of his marriage and the subsequent move to Treviso, of course, with flowery apologies for not telling her sooner. There's another one to the butler in charge of his estate with orders to begin packing up his house and a list of servants who will be coming here, which ones will be staying to take care of the mansion and which ones will need to find new employers. There are letters of recommendation for those same servants, so that they don't have worry about their livelihood and can find employment soon. Illario also writes to call in favours among his - former - neighbours, to guarantee positions for his soon-to-be former employees.

Just because he can and it's not like it will hurt.

Then, there's all his accumulated correspondence from the last weeks, that also needs to be read and the answers penned and sent in good time.

There are letters from his business contacts and his personal contacts, passing intel and rumours and news - all carefully coded - that need to be collated into a comprehensive whole. Illario writes to all of them with thanks and the updates on what is happening in Treviso, and the news of his own marriage. There are letters from clients that Caterina passed on to him - for his professional opinion - that he needs to check against both the current intelligence reports and the list of available cuchillo Crows before they can be forwarded to contract negotiators. Illario puts those aside to deal with tomorrow.

And, of course, the many, many, many invitations.

Invitations for balls and for dinners. Invitations to operas and to theatre plays and to concerts. Invitations for coffee and for high teas, and for luncheons. Invitations from Crow families and from merchant families, and from nobles, and-

Ah, mierda.

"Stella, dear," he calls to his friend. She looks up from where she's sitting at her own desk and working on some paperwork one of her fellow de Rivas brought in half an hour ago.

"What is it?"

"Caterina has sent us an invitation," he starts. "A formal dinner to celebrate the House Dellamorte, complete with dancing and socialising." He extends the relevant invite towards Stella when he sees her getting up from the chair to come and read it herself. It was brought in by a fledgling with all the contracts, which is why he didn't pay any attention to it at first.

"It's the day after tomorrow," Stella sounds actually surprised. "How did your grandmother have a dinner party organised in such a short time? Does she really expect everyone to show up on such a short notice?" Those are all perfectly understandable questions. Still.

"Do you think anyone would actually refuse?" he asks in return. Really, who would? "Even if any of the representatives" - because while Teia, Viago and the de Acutis twins were to only ones to actually move, the other Houses would never allow themselves to be excluded - "had something booked, they will make time to come to this dinner." He knows his fellow Crows - admittedly, some of them better than others - and all of them are nosy to the extreme. Nobody will want to miss it, what with all the rumours of elopments being heard far and wide.

Stella knows it just as well as he does.

"You've got a point," is what she actually says. Her eyes slide to his travelling trunk. "Do you have anything appropriate packed up in there? Or should I pencil in a visit to a tailor for tomorrow, so you can have one of Lucanis' suits altered?"

"I have something that will fit," he says testily. No, he didn't plan a formal dinner but that doesn't mean he's unprepared. It's not like Caterina has never sprang one of him before.

"Alright, alright," Stella says with her hands raised in surrender. The invite is still held in her left hand. "I will leave you to your paperwork then," she smiles at him. "Maker knows mine own seems to be multiplying whenever I turn away. And I do need to finish this schedule for Viago if we are going back to the house in" - a quick look at the clock behind his back - "two hours."

Illario blinks then turns around to see for himself. Yup, the clock shows they have been at their respective paperwork for the past four hours. Well, that explains why his wrist is protesting all this writing, despite him taking regular breaks. Illario eyes his remaining correspondence and decides it will keep.

"I'm going to send off the letters I've finished," he says while starting to pack up his desk, "and then grab us something for dinner from a street stall on the way back here " Because it is safer than trying to navigate the communal kitchen in the basement. He does not want to end up with a poisoning, thank you very much. Stella is already sitting back at her desk, the invitation lying next to her elbow as she turns her attention to the apparent schedule. Is it for fledglings' training? No, focus. "Do you have any preferences?"

"Pasta?" she half-asks, half-says. "There is that one stall two streets east, next to the canal. They always have something fresh."

"I will check for you," Illario promises. "And some dessert too, if anything catches my attention." He makes sure all the letters are in their envelopes - addressed properly and sealed - quickly sorts them based on whether they will be sent by ship or a horse courier, or a bird then shoves the entire lot into a shoulder bag.

Three envelopes still in hand - he needs to drop those off at the Villa - Illario makes for the door. Maybe he can grab some fledgling to take those to Caterina and spare himself the trip?

@zombiefishgirl

Here comes the promised part!

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The pillow smells like rosemary and lavender.

That. That's not right.

Illario turns his face to take a look around the room and realises in quick succession that:

One, this is not his room in his countryside mansion. It's not even the guest room he usually stays in when imposing on Lucanis.

Two, this is in fact Stella's room with its walls of white plaster and ochre tiles, furniture made from golden brown wood and the leaf-green and berry-pink comforter and pillows. There's a very thick linen curtain - more of a sheet, really - hanging over the window, blocking most the morning sun and leaving the room pleasantly dim.

And three, Stella herself is sitting in a chemise on a stool on the other side of the room. Her curls are loosely pilled up on top of her head and pinned in place, leaving her neck bare. There are clean stockings lying on the dressing table next to her elbow and she is currently tying a garter above her left knee. The second one is already tied on her other leg.

"... good morning."

"Morning," she replies, not looking up from her leg. "There should still be warm water left if you want to have a stand-wash; not enough for a full bath, I'm afraid" - a half-turn to grab the stockings and start pulling them on her legs - "and Caterina has sent a couple of servants over with your travel chest half an hour ago. It's in the main room next to the chaise." - a quick look at him, then back to her clothing - "Do you think she had us followed or is it just the gossips at work?"

Illario valiantly marshalls his brain before he had his fill of coffee.

"Probably had a fledgling tail us." Because Maker knows she always has somebody trailing after him and Lucanis around the city whenever they're not in the Villa. Some of those tails are more stealthy than the others but that doesn't make the persistent itch of watched you are watched any less annoying. Illario will never admit it out loud but the main reason he moved out of Treviso was to escape Caterina's reach.

It's even odds if he actually managed that.

Stella makes a humming noise of acknowledgement in her throat but doesn't turn to look at him again. Instead, she stands, walks over to her wardrobe and grabs the cream-coloured shirt already hanging from a little hook on the inside of the open door.

Illario makes to dig himself out of the tangle of linen sheets - silk sheets sound nice only until you have experienced the Antivan summer - even as Stella pulls on the - loose-sleeved and very sensibly linen but for some Maker-forsaken reason still a high-collared - shirt and starts buttoning it up.

That's a lot of very tiny buttons but her fingers work them deftly.

"I should get you a ring."

It takes him a moment to realise he's the one to speak. Oh, and Stella is staring at him now. Still, though.

"We are married, so you should have a ring. I should get you one. Since we're supposed to be in love." She doesn't need to stare like that, really.

"That's a good idea, actually," she finally admits. "An heirloom one or something new?"

Illario pulls a face.

"A new one." He has no idea where his mother's ring went - maybe Alli made off with it? She did take most of their mother's jewellery with her when she had married - and, quite frankly, he doesn't care to find out. He doesn't want any reminders of his parents' marriage. "We can look around today while we're getting breakfast. And the Golden Alley is on the way to the townhouse." Technically, the alley has a different name but everyone calls it the Golden Alley, because it's full of shops offering gold jewellery and workshops of goldsmiths. He thinks there's even a weaver working with gold-cloth there.

"A ring-shopping for after breakfast, then." Stella sends him a quick smile then turns to dig through one of the drawers. Probably for a pair of breeches.

Illario finally manages to free his legs and stands up from the bed. The floor tiles are cold under his bare feet, which at least wakes him up a little. He drags a hand over his face to chase the last of sleep away and moves to the door for the main room. He needs to grab fresh clothes and a towel if he is to wash.

And his shaving kit, too. His cheeks are feeling scratchy right now.

...

He needs to write to Alli about his marriage, doesn't he? Before she learns about it from her own contacts.

Ah, fuck.

[baylardian-1]

season 3 janeway hanging out with her kiddies more is a big fave era of the AU for meeeeeeeee <3 she's awkward at it but she's trying :')

Resolutions and Basics happen and it's the beginning of a shift for her in feeling like she actually wants to be a mother. It's a slow burn up through Coda which conveniently shares an anniversary with Threshold = their first birthday, seeing what she's missing (though the alien in Coda would probably try to frame it in her mind as being like "they're going to be fine without you" but she'd see it and be like "im missing these moments with them :(" and afterwords she'd finally make the decision to be more involved in their lives.

[spkyscry]

"It's a pleasure... Well, I can't blame you for needing to.. verify such things." Ralsei affirmed, glancing between the two of them a final time before his smile seemed to calm just a hair from the panic it had been just prior as he settled. Still clearly no less nervous given his own fidgeting hands, steepled fingers pressed tightly against one another as everyone's focus went toward Alice.

Who looked to the one with clearly the most experience with Dark Worlds here, only to see Ralsei hastily waving their hands in a way that definitely told she wouldn't handle being in charge... Somehow, it fell onto Alice to take the lead in this strange adventure. Even if she can't help but think Ralsei is eyeing her just a tad too suspiciously. Though, considering everything, that's probably a tad warranted.

"Er.. right, I'll take point."

With the decision of party leader made, Alice stared up at the imposing doors one final time before pushing them open enough for the three of them to file through into ICE-E's P"E"ZZA Palace.

Almost immediately, it seemed to be... snowing? A blink, looking skyward as they held a hand out toward the falling flakes.. before quickly surmising the substance they rubbed between their fingers was, unsurprisingly, parmesan. A little look around, to the large ornate fountain at the center of the opening courtyard. Alice grimacing somewhat at the sight of the chiseled gold sculpture of ICE-E at the center of said fountain as red liquid gushed out of it's mouth down into the pool below.

"...I get it." Is all Alice said, looking to Noelle and then venturing further into the room (and unfortunately closer to the strange effigy). The red liquid itself wasn't what was bothering Alice, of course, she was used to the blood rain and the like.. though, this seemed too.. chunky? She couldn't even see her reflection in the liquid, either. Was that a bit of- "Oh. It's just marinara."

It's said with some hint of disappointment, as Alice looked at the 'snow'-covered tile and dough floor beneath them and around the vast entrance. Grand walls going so high that Alice couldn't even see the ceiling, fittingly hokey decorations, and an entrance deeper in at any cardinal direction. Friendly 'kid's rock' is playing from... somewhere, as well. Really, if this wasn't a Dark World, this place might have almost been an inviting place- Oh, no, wait. ICE-E Blood (Marinara) fountain. Right.

"...I don't see the appeal." Ralsei mused aloud, straying from their slotted positions behind Alice to look around for any signifiers now that the Dark Fountain was hidden from view inside. Only to look northward around the ominous Marinara fountain in time to see something moving and shut a door behind it. "There's likely going to be plenty of Darkners living and working here, so we'd best be careful."

"Ralsei..." She echoed the name back at him quietly, the familiar sound of it not being lost on her, even if she elected not to bring it up at this very moment considering... everything. "It's... nice to actually meet you, this time." She affirmed with an awkward little laugh, tensing her thumbs against one another. "And, um, sorry. For being here. I know we're not supposed to, since it's probably dangerous, but..."

A pause, and clear of suddenly dry throat. "I just... I really wanted to know that first time wasn't a dream."

A genuine, desperate feeling that had overtaken her... even if it now meant she and Alice were now trapped in a neon ICE-E's heckscape until the fountain was closed. Really should have thought that through first, but she was in a stormy state of mind.

Regardless, the problem wasn't going to be solved by the three of them just sitting at the gate. It was doubtful they were going to be allowed to just wait there until Kris & Susie show up, after all.

So, she turns to Alice, giving her a nervous smile.

"Ready as we'll ever be, I think!" She answered, between her and the palace-sized complex before them, apprehensive. "Do... do you want to lead the way? I'll be right behind you!"

[rowenabean]

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[tenwhiteandalusians]

and then no one said anything about the fact that if i watched ONE MORE episode tenax pulls a "i'm not angry i'm just disappointed i'm hurt" about scorpus signing with the white faction.

[whiskeyswifty]

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