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blackynsupremacy · 9 days ago

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RETURNING THE FAVOR

pairing: nicholas chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: you and your fiancé, nicholas, start to look at things in a new perspective after spending the whole day with your three-year-old nephew, ashton.

contains: lots of words, so. much. fluff., cuddling, kissing, playfulness, mention of death in the family, nicholas being the big sweetheart he is. you call your nephew by the nickname “bookie” pronounced like “pookie”, but with a b.

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your older sister couldn’t thank you and nicholas enough as she handed off a backpack with all of the items necessary for caring for your nephew, ashton. she was making plans to do his hair and spend quality time with her son, but she got called in for an eight hour shift, so she didn’t hesitate to call you up to see if you and nicholas were available to babysit. you and nicholas enthusiastically agreed to take on the task of spending this time with ashton. fortunately, he was on a month long break before filming for his next project and this was your weekend off. a smile grew on both of your faces as you felt two tiny arms wrap around your legs. your beaming face looks down to meet ashton’s, who gazed up at you with those precious doe eyes and wide grin with his kinky afro of curls sticking up and around in different directions on his head.

“hi, ti-ti!” his soft high pitched voice made you and your sister simper as you bent down to gather your nephew within your arms.

“hey, bookie!” you greet him and turn him to nicholas who was already grinning as he greeted the boy before he reached his hands out to see if ashton wanted to give him a hug.

“hey, buddy! how’s my guy, huh?”

“uncle nic!” ashton jovially responded, quickly unraveling his miniature arms from around your neck to make grabby hands towards nicholas who didn’t hesitate to scoop him from your arms.

“here let me get this for you. we’ll leave you ladies alone. we’re gonna have a little snack until we get started. it’s always a pleasure to see you, s/n. we’ll be ready when you are, babe.”

nicholas said before placing a kiss on your cheek. he held the toddler on his side with one arm and like the gentleman he was, he took the backpack off your sister’s hands to which she graciously thanked him. he took his cue to exit to the kitchen while striking up a conversation with ashton about the snack options available and what he wanted. you and your sister smiled in their direction and turned to each other to resume your own conversation.

“girl, i can’t thank you enough for this. i hate that it had to be so last minute, but you know that i got—”

you interrupted your sister, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder with a small smile on your face.

“it’s okay, sis. you know that nic and i got you, through and through. life happened and we’re gonna help you as you keep going for your life and your family, so it’s no issue.”

she nods silently to receive your kind words and you both got a bit watery eyed and sniffled before composing yourselves.

“you’re right. i’m just trying to do what’s best for ashton, y/n. i swear when life hits me right one day, i’m gonna be able to return the favor for you and nicholas .” she gives you a cheeky grin and shoots a wink towards your way as the warm heat of embarrassment rise on your brown cheeks. you stood there stunned as she chuckled and shifted the purse on her shoulder.

“it’s okay, n/n. that’s a call that both you and nicholas have to make first, but know i got you like you got me when i had the munchkin.” you give each other one last hug, not without her giving you a few more key reminders regarding ashton’s care and the time she’ll be back before she heads to the driveway and exits in her vehicle.

you remembered three years ago when he was just born. you and nicholas had just started dating and he couldn’t help, but look at you with pride and joy at your excitement for your sister’s firstborn. ever since you two were little girls, you’d both dream of finding your respective prince charmings and happily growing a family of your own. boy, do dreams come true. ashton’s a little boy with the biggest personality. he’s silly, curious, intelligent, rambunctious, loved playing basketball, talking about his favorite superheroes, and not to mention the cutest little boy you’ve ever seen! he was a perfect mix of his parents, which was bittersweet considering the fact that his father had passed away from a car accident a year ago. it was an event that was truly life altering for your sister as she had to navigate life as a widow and a single parent. she had to pick up longer hours to keep the house, get counseling for her and ashton, and most of your family showed up before and during the funeral, but after a month, the phone calls and texts stopped coming. not you and nicholas, though. your older sister being the rock she is has supported you in happiness and heartbreak throughout childhood and adolescence, so it’s only right that you return that same love and kindness towards her and ashton, who you’ve sometimes seen as your own child.

you close the door and follow the same direction the boys walked to the kitchen. you stumble in to see a sight that almost puts your ovaries in danger of jumping your fiancé’s bones. his tall figure is standing in front of the counter, chatting it up and happily chopping up a food you can’t clearly see while ashton is clinging on to his leg like how a koala clings to a eucalyptus tree while gazing up at your giant of a fiancé with an attentive and expectant expression on his little face. you stare like a lovesick dope, watching nicholas laugh at something ashton said, putting away the knife he was using in a safe area away from the child and scooping the now diced assortment of fruit into two bowls. a smirk plays on your full lips as you cross your arms and lean up against the doorway of the kitchen before you speak.

“what are my favorite boys up to? it sounds like you’ve started the party without me.” you giggle when they simultaneously turn their heads in the direction of your voice. ashton taps nicholas’ leg and holds out his hands.

“uncle nic, can i bring ti-ti her snack?” he asks in the most polite manner.

nicholas nods, taking one bowl of fruit in his large hands and slowly squats to ashton’s level.

“of course, buddy! just remember to hold it with two hands and walk to ti-ti, okay?”

“mm-hmm!” his curls bounce as he nods before he does exactly what he’s told. you both beam as his little feet gingerly waddle from nicholas to you with two caring hands holding the bowl of fruit salad. he stops in front of you and beholds the snack for you to take.

“here you go, ti-ti. i picked the fruit you like and uncle nic cut it!” ashton cheerfully spoke, flashing his newly grown baby teeth.

your heart pounded in your chest before you squatted down to take the bowl. you ran your hand through his soft hair and kissed your nephew on his cheek.

“aw, thank you so much, bookie!” you playfully roll eyes hearing nicholas clear his throat in the background, signaling that he wants to hear praise from you as well.

“and you too, my love.” your brown eyes meet his briefly before your focus shifts back to your nephew.

“you did such a great job by listening and being careful. we’re so proud of you!”

you nod in approval and take a few bites of fruit. ashton bashfully giggles when he hears his uncle nicholas chime in with a whooping applause and jogs up to you both with another fruit bowl in his hand.

“alright, ash! you nailed it. bring it in, dude.” nicholas hypes up the smiling boy and brings his large fist down to ashton for his tiny one to bump against before he gives ashton the bowl for him to take. he’s already picking up an apple slice and biting into the fruit with glee.

“what do we say to uncle nic, bookie?” you question, peering at the eating toddler.

he swallows the food before answering,

“thank you!”

nicholas receives it with a small smile and gently runs his hand through ashton’s hair.

“you’re welcome, ash. whatever you need, you know that ti-ti and i will get it for you.”

you stand up from your crouching position.

“ashton, i gotta do your hair really quick, okay? remember when you had your hair in those braids and little ponytail? that’s what your mommy wants me to do, so you ready?”

ashton nods and pops a blueberry in his mouth.

“mm-hm. just don’t do it tight, ti-ti, it hurt.” his tone shifts to one of disdain and you can’t blame him. you remember back in the day when your sister used to braid your hair and you always complained that she did it too tight and she always would retort that you were “tender headed”. you didn’t want to keep up that argument any longer, so you just asked her to teach you the basics of styling your own hair. after some weekly braiding tutorials on a bratz doll head, you were straight.

“i swear, bookie. i’m not gonna braid it too tight. you’re gonna relax, watch tv, and eat while i do your hair. i pinky promise.” you held up your pinky finger and brought it to ashton’s small figure. you knew you gained his trust when he nodded and wrapped his pinky around yours, establishing your agreement. you peer up to nicholas who stood there watching the whole thing with a simpering smile.

“babe, you and ash get settled on the couch while i go and get the hair stuff, okay?” you request as you start making your way upstairs to your bathroom.

“you got it, beautiful!” he called out and didn’t let you leave before placing a quick peck to your lips to which ashton playfully gagged, causing nicholas to laugh and scoop up the boy in his arms.

“aw, don’t be like that, man! i gotta show ti-ti some love, too. come on, bud, tell me what want to watch and uncle nic will put it on for you. you like netflix? disney+?” the boys seat themselves comfortably on the sofa as they explore the many options on the tv with nicholas pressing the remote to find a show for his (already but future) nephew.

while you were gathering the products needed for ashton’s hair, the boys focus on the children’s television show that ashton selected for a few minutes. he even offers nicholas some pieces of his fruit bowl which he gratefully accepts. nicholas wasn’t hungry by any means, but who was he to deny a three year old with such good manners and an adorable, little face?

“uncle nic?” ashton’s voice broke the silence.

“what’s up, ashton?” nicholas’ brown eyes pulled from the tv to the toddler beside him.

“why do you always kiss ti-ti like that? is that nasty?” the boy tilts his head up to meet nicholas’ eyes and his brows furrow with curiosity. nicholas couldn’t help, but to chuckle before giving him an honest answer.

“i kiss her to show that i love her and i promise it’s not nasty, it’s pretty sweet actually. like candy.” nicholas was speaking straight from the heart as a small smile curved on his features, his cheeks tinted with the color of a rose as his mind went back to you. he noticed how ashton’s face turned from confusion to amazement.

“i like candy! so if i give ti-ti a kiss to show that i love her, i taste candy?”

nicholas admired the innocence of this boy. he knew that ashton had to be protected at all costs. he nods before responding,

“yeah, that’s exactly right, buddy! how about you give it a try when she comes back? you done with that?” nicholas points to the now empty bowl in ashton’s little hands. ashton looks down at the bowl and nods his head, giving nicholas his cue to take the bowl to the kitchen, wash it out, place it in the cabinet, and return to the living room. he walks in to see you return with a clear plastic box with what seemed to be a detangling comb, gel, hair ties, and an assortment of more hair products that you placed on the cushion. as nicholas returns to his seat, you take a fluffy pillow from the couch and place it down on the floor for ashton to sit on.

“ti-ti’s back, bookie! sit on the pillow, so i can do your hair.” you say, pointing at the pillow on the floor.

“wait i gotta do something first, ti-ti!” your nephew protests and moves closer to you.

“what is it, honey?” what you didn’t expect was for ashton to hug you tightly around your neck which you immediately hugged him back before he places a big whopping kiss on your cheek. he pulls back and smacks his lips as if he was trying to taste something.

“why are you doing your lips like that, ashton? is there something on my face?” you ask touching your face confused as all get out and then you hear nicholas snickering behind you. what has he put this boy up to?

“i’m trying to taste candy because uncle nic said that giving you kisses taste like candy! right, uncle nic?”

him and nicholas burst in laughter as you take the pillow from the floor and playfully whack your fiancé with it before laughing yourself, shaking your head as heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“you both are a mess! nicholas alexander chavez, i’ma get you later, but as for you, bookie—” you lunge to scoop the boy in your arms and your fingers move rapidly on his sides. the melodies of your nephew’s hysterical laughter fill the room for a few seconds and you cease your tickling. you all take a moment to catch your breath and you put the pillow back on the floor again before instructing ashton to sit down which he happily obliges to. you roll up your sleeves, grab the detangling cream and comb, and you start the process of getting out all of the knots at the ends. nicholas watches you attentively as you glide the coconut scented cream through your nephew’s scalp. you ask him to pass you the braiding gel out of the box as you section ashton’s hair for the desired style. nicholas hands you what you need and his eyes focus on how your fingers move like clockwork within ashton’s dark, coily tresses.

whenever ashton whined a bit in pain, you and nicholas reassured him that you were being as quick and gentle as possible. within the next thirty minutes, you were done! the braids looked so fresh and neat. you took out your phone and captured a picture of ashton’s side profile and sent it to your sister. you gave ashton a hand held mirror for him to gaze upon his new look and the expression on his face made your heart swell.

“what do you think, bookie? you like it?” you ask, grinning and watching him walk around with his face still in the mirror before he stops to look at nicholas with expectant doe eyes.

“i like it! do you like it, uncle nic?”

with a prideful grin, your fiancé stood grand and tall, scooping ashton up in his arms and placing him on his hip.

“ash, i say this with all honesty. you look better than me.”

“really!?” ashton playfully gasped as he wrapped his arms around his uncle’s neck.

“really, really! you look so handsome, buddy. babe, would you take our picture, please?” he pulls out his phone from his pocket and hands it over to you. you don’t hesitate to nod and open the camera, waiting for your boys to get into a pose with cheesy smiles on their faces. you count to three and snap the picture before repeating the process several times and giving nicholas his phone back.

“don’t forget to send those to me, so s/n can get them.” you say, cleaning up the tiny mess you made and put the items back to where they belong before you come back to them. you all decide it would be great to get some fresh air at the park which was a two minute walk away from your place. after changing into some active wear and grabbing ashton’s backpack, you all exit your house and take the brief stroll to your destination. once you’ve entered to the playground area, nicholas volunteers to keep an eye on ashton while he plays and you watch from a distance while sitting on the bench. the park had some people there, but it wasn’t too much of a crowd. you take pictures and videos as you watch your fiancé and nephew bond. your heart skipped a beat when you see ashton go down a slide with nicholas ready to pick him up in his arms as soon as he came to the end or when nicholas guided ashton’s small hanging body across the monkey bars as his palms gripped each bar.

he’s so good with him. i wonder what would it be like if—

as if your mind was being read, you didn’t notice the older woman that sat beside you on the bench because you were hypnotized by the display of cuteness in front of you.

“is that your husband and son? if so, they are just adorable! i miss those days so much. you’re one lucky young lady.”

you were a bit bashful due to your daydreaming, but you got yourself together promptly and indulged in the conversation.

“aw, thank you! that’s actually my fiancé with my nephew, but with the way they are around each other, i don’t blame you for thinking that at all. it’s funny because i was just thinking about, you know, starting a family. i’ve been with that man for five years and i never thought i’d love him even more when i see him bond with my family, especially the little ones.”

“that’s because that’s his family too, dear. he’s going to fit right in as soon as you both tie the knot.” you turn your face to hers, there was an aura of benevolence and wisdom that reminded you of your late grandmother and oh, how you missed her so. you nod in agreement before resuming the conversation,

“you’re so right. when you put it like that, my nephew has called him ‘uncle nic’ for a whole year before we got engaged. i guess that just solidified everything!” you both create small talk for a few more minutes before the kind woman bids you a goodbye to venture on the walking trail. it wasn’t long before ashton and nicholas approach you to announce they want to shoot some hoops at the park’s basketball court. you agree before giving ashton and nicholas a water bottle and you all take the short journey to an empty basketball court. the park provided the balls for the community, so nicholas took one for him and ashton to have a little one v. one on the court. you lean up against the wired fence, observing your nephew dribbling the basketball up and down while his little legs speed past your fiancé. nicholas picks him up to let him face the goal. with the aid of nicholas’ six foot stature, ashton was able to shoot and get the ball through the net.

“he shoots, he scores! it’s nothing but net and the crowd goes wild for the mvp, ashton!” nicholas exclaims and places your triumphant nephew on his shoulders. he gazes at your figure and you took that as your cue to cheer, chant, and clap for ashton as if you were in a packed stadium.

“GO, BOOKIE, GO! GO, BOOKIE, GO!” you run up to them both, placing a chaste kiss on nicholas’ lips and taking ashton in your arms to give him a shower of kisses on his sweaty face.

“did you see me, ti-ti, did you see me?!” he excitedly questioned.

“yeah, i did! you did great. if you keep practicing, your mommy might put you on a real basketball team one day when you’re bigger.”

speaking of showers, you tell the boys it’s time to wrap it up here at the park. you suggest that after a wash up, you’d get some food, and enjoy some disney movies until it was time for ashton to be picked up as his mother was going to come back in a few short hours. once, you gather your belongings, you walk carrying the backpack and nicholas, carrying an exhausted and hungry ashton on his back. once you make it back to your home, you and nicholas complete your tasks to finish the day out. you take ashton to your bathroom to give him a bath to save your sister that time while nicholas goes out to grab the food. after his bath, you change ashton in a fresh set of clothes before you take him to the living room to pick out a movie to watch. you sit in comfortable silence, clicking the remote and you hear a little voice call out from beside you.

“ti-ti?”

“yes, bookie?” you quickly select a movie from the despicable me series and turn to your inquisitive nephew.

“where’s uncle nic?”

“he went to get us something to eat, love.”

“is he coming back? i really like him and i feel a little sad when he’s not here. just like how i feel sad when i don’t see you.” you knew he was asking that because of the obvious absence of his father. it made you so happy that nicholas was an exemplary man ashton looked up to, but what broke your heart is that ashton finally realized that when someone he loves is gone, he has an uncertainty of their return. no child younger than five should feel like that, let alone any child at all. you wrap an arm around his tiny body and place a kiss atop of his head. it was time to lighten the mood.

“how much you wanna bet uncle nic is getting your favorite?”

the glint of gloom in ashton’s eyes switched moods and his head perked up.

“he got me mcdonald’s!?”

you both turn your heads at the sound of the lock clicking and the door creaking open.

“mcdonald’s delivery!”

as if timing weren’t perfect enough, nicholas walked through the front door with a large mcdonald’s bag and a cup holder tray with three drinks. you leave the couch only to help him with the load by bringing the food and drinks onto the coffee table. ashton eyes gawked as he watched nicholas take out an assortment of burgers, fries, and nuggets before you all sit and indulge in the fast food. you hit play on the movie and watch the film as you eat. within an hour and a half, you and ashton were cuddled up against nicholas’ shield of a chest, you both lovingly watched as your nephew dozed off to sleep, his soft snores accompanied with the audio of the movie that was still playing the background. it was interrupted by the sound of a car horn tooting from out front. you yawned and knew it was your sister.

“you want me to carry everything to the car while you talk to s/n, baby?” nicholas whispered, his soft yet intense brown gaze held your sleepy one.

he grinned at your response of a nod before you both gingerly move, careful not to wake up ashton as you both walked him to his mother’s awaiting car. he can get pretty cranky when his sleep is disturbed and lord knows your sister didn’t want that after a long shift. nicholas opens the back door of the car and carefully places ashton in his booster seat. it didn’t take him long to figure out how to safely strap him in and he softly shuts the door. he circled around to the drivers side to wrap an arm around your waist as you talk to your sister.

“so how was he? it looked like ya’ll did a lot today, huh?” your sister inquired and glances to her knocked out son in the back seat and shifts her focus back to you guys.

“he was great! no trouble at all. i braided down his hair and after that, we took him out to the park where he kicked nicholas’ tail in some hoops. he’s already had a bath and something to eat, so you don’t have to worry about that, sis.” you all chuckle, your lips graciously smile and you wrap your own arm around nicholas’ sculpted torso. he peers down at you with affection in his eyes at your touch. you don’t notice it, but your sister does, and she couldn’t be happier for you both.

“aww, well i appreciate you both so much for watching him! y/n, remember that talk we had about me returning the favor because you know i got you.”

she points and shoots you a wink. nicholas chuckles watching you cover your face with embarrassment. after the laughter and chatting dies down, your sister bids you and nicholas a goodbye before pulling off. with your hands joined together, you and nicholas walk back into your home. you both take time to tidy up the living room before retiring to your own bedroom. nicholas lays in the bed in nothing, but a chain and grey sweatpants with his hands behind his head. his brown eyes burn into your figure as you slip out of your previous clothes and change into a pair of his boxers and one of his oversized t-shirts. you’ve been with him for five years and you still feel bashful under his intense gaze. you dig in your drawer to find your black satin bonnet and you easily slip it on your head as you saunter to the bed and lay your body up against his, your arms wrapped around his neck and your head on his shoulders. his large arms find themselves to embrace you, one of his hands hold on to your thigh to bring your leg up across his waist.

you both lay there in comfortable silence to catch your breaths from such an exhilarating day. you break the silence with a whisper,

“you’re really good with ashton, you know. i just wanted you to know that.”

“i appreciate it, doll and he loves you so much. i love you so much.”

he softly declares, placing a peck to your forehead, cheek, and earlobe. he stops to peer into your eyes then your lips and into your eyes again, silently asking permission to go further. you smile with a nod before you reach up to guide your lips to his, he holds your waist to pull you right on top of him as you both continue to give each other’s lips the longing, passionate kisses you’ve both been waiting for all day. a hum vibrates in your chest when his teeth gently pull at your pouty bottom lip out for him to release it and bounce it back to it’s original place. after a minute or two of indulging in each other, you both pull away to lay in your original position, now with swollen lips and shallow breaths.

“i love you too by the way.” you place a peck on his bare chest where his heart is.

“babe, i got a question. why did you and s/n talk about returning a favor or something?”

the heat of embarrassment rose on your earth toned face, he was no dummy, so it was only fair he was going to catch on.

“what she meant was that one day she would like to do the babysitting—you know, for us, when we–” you paused. the volume of your voice diminished with each word.

“have kids?” nicholas finished the sentence. still avoiding his eyes, you give a small smile and nod confirming his answer.

“yeah.”

“hey, hey. look at me.” his pointer finger finds itself under your chin to lift your eyes to meet his sincere gaze.

“if you’re thinking in that beautiful brain of yours that one day i want to start a family with you, then you’re absolutely right. spending that time with you and ashton had me thinking that if we’re this good at being ti-ti and uncle nic, what would it be like if we were mom and dad?”

you couldn’t help, but to laugh with excitement while putting your hands in your face. he pulled you in so close and showered your face with kisses.

“nope! don’t hide that beautiful face away from me. the same face that i’ll see at that altar and the same face i’ll see on our future children!”

“okay, okay! i give!” you let out giggle and give him a chaste kiss before pulling from his grip.

“so you want a baby with me?” you ask just one more time to make sure you weren’t dreaming. he lays another kiss on you. this kiss was sincere, a confirmation. he pulled back and gazed into your eyes.

“i wouldn’t want anything more with anyone else. does that answer your question?”

you nod and pull the duvet over you both.

“so, should we start trying?” nicholas seductively inquires in your ear after he scoots up behind you, caressing the melanated skin of your thigh.

“nah.” you answered with a dry tone before shutting off the light and pulling the cover over your body. nicholas was gagged. you guess he forgot what you said earlier when he played that little “candy kisses” trick on your nephew.

“come on, baby. whatever i did please let me make it up to you by making you a mommy, hm?” he playfully whined with a pout.

“uh-uh. i told you i was gonna get you! you can make it up to me when you’re off punishment.”

“now, how long would that be?”

“goodnight, nicholas.” you ruffle his hair and chuckled at him sucking his teeth as you nuzzled deeper within the covers.

“y/n!”

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1lenii · 1 year ago

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Fuck them kids

Miles (G) Morales x F!Reader

⚠️⚠️⚠️THE SONG IS FOR SATIRE PURPOSES⚠️⚠️⚠️

The classic, don’t underestimate me cs I’m a girl

As you know, bonding time with miles as he proves “Fuck these kids, that’s 4ever the moto” - Kali

⚠️cursing, degrading means against children, bullying if you wanna call it that, mentions of violence(only for the game and physical irl)

For the sake of decency these middle schoolers are in 8th grade and miles and (Y/N) are sophomores

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“Fuck you and your dead rat dumbass, where your mom at”

(Y/N) peeps her head from the crack of her boyfriends room, as he yelling more than normal at his game.

“Oh yea?? What you gonna do go cry about it?”

(Y/N) heard murmuring from the other side of the headset that’s seemed to respond in a more ruder tone then last time,

through the headset that rested atop of Miles head leaving a dent in the half that had his Afro and sitting perfectly on the side that had 2 braids

(Basically half out and other half braided; with a hair pick from more visual representation)

‘Seems he got distracted while doing his hair again’ (Y/N) mentally notes, and imaginary sweat drop forming next to her eye brow

“Uh Miles..”

“What.”

“Are those the same middle schoolers from down the block?”

“No..”

The uncertainty of Miles tone gave it away, (Y/N) open the door even more allowing her body access to the room, positioning her self behind Miles gaming chair

“Don’t you think you should be nicer?”

“Nice? When was that a option for you” Miles side eyes you before returning back to the aggressive violation that is shooting

(Y/N) slightly gasps, putting a hand to her chest for effect while pouting

“I’m nice”

“When you want to be”

“I guess, you should still be nicer to them, there only in middle school after all”

“Nu uh ma, fuck these kids” Miles says through the headset noise, violently pressing at his controller

“Papi you can’t be violating kids because they shooting better or whatever it they’re doing” (Y/N) says not being able to contain her laugh

“Como esto es un chiste, why don’t you come play” he’s say taking off his headset and gesturing it towards you, raising a eyebrow in the process

(Y/N) takes the invitation taking the headset and adjusting the muffs to fit her head, Miles pulls her by the waist adjusting her so she sit right on his lap, passing her the controller

“AiI Ma I taught you the basics not to long ago, do your best”

“You talking knowing damn well I’m better then you”

“Not true”

“Keep dreaming pretty boy”

*initiate operating: the mic is now on*

(For my sake a yours I’ll change of the writing style)

Kid 3: Yooo miles you back? I was getting tired of cooking you

(Y/N): oh were you really?

Kid 2: whoa.. who you?

(Y/N): his girlfriend ya kids clueless

Kid 1: booo I got a girl for a teammate wtf

Kid 2: must suck LMAO

Kid 3: don’t worry girly I’ll make sure you the one ending up clueless

(Y/N) just laughs along with Miles who whispers ‘watch yaself’ into the mic

Few minutes into the game and (Y/N) already gotten 20 points for her team

Kid 1: woah I didn’t know your that good

Kid 2: don’t praise her the game ain’t over dickhead

*the game has now ended, with a score of 15 to 62 Miles/Kid1 Wins*

The In game announcer announces as (Y/N) cracks her fingers, “and that’s how’s it’s done little boys, before ya go assuming ya better then a girl, humble yourself maybe you’ll get a girl after”

Kid 3 gf: uhhh who are you talking about little girl watch who you talk to

This random girl appears on the mic, sounding sassy like almost irking (Y/N)

“Don’t test me, who you calling little girl” (Y/N) says with a sadistic smile

“You, what are you deaf, it’s on sight when I see you, don’t talk to my man again”

And with that the girl left the call for kid 3

“Can’t wait to see how that pans out” Miles laughs into your back hugging at your waist

“That little bitch trying” (Y/N) says with the same smile

“It’s fuck them kids right?”

(Y/N) sighs leaving the conversation open for further and future elaborations

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It’s been three days since that game, (Y/N)

Has been chilling knowing she would get touched ‘obviously their empty threats’ (Y/N) deadpanned

While walking the block she catches up with Miles who HAS FINALLY DONE HIS HAIR, was in front of 2 kids around his height and girl

“Ohoho look who decided to show up”

(Y/N) analyzes all of them, “who are you?”

“Better remember me little girl”

“I’m not so little if you looking up to me😭 it’s was on sight, right? I’m waiting and make this quick” (Y/N) dropping her bag food over to Miles, who was literally un phased knowing how this was about play out

“Oh fo’real? Ii girl if you says so” the girl from the match 3 days ago, rolls up her sleeves already swinging

(Y/N) dodge dragging Miles by the hand leaving them behind

The girl fell flat on her face with her bf attending to her

While the other kids said ‘hey!’ And a bunch of other things to retaliate too

(Making this cliche bare with me)

(Y/N) and Miles walk further and deeper into the street into the fading color of the sunset hitting the streets and the buildings with in

“Miles, fuck them kids”

Miles chuckles leaning in to kiss the top of her head, smiling shortly after

“Fuck them kids”

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xanderisbraindead · 1 year ago

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Tips to get/maintain emo and scene hair

if u have curly hair u dont have to straighten ur hair. cigsnvalentines (occasionally), taramarizzle, and blue.things.suck (all on tt) r 3 people who don’t. I’ve seen people also achieve the look with braids, locs nd an afro. 4 this i will focus on straight hair but know thats not ur only option.

Take care of ur hair. ik people are liek "you gotta fry ur hair 2 complete the look!!" but fried nd damaged hair feels so gross, its not worth it.(Speaking from experience so dont @ me)

Texturizing powder!! This works n place of/alongside hairspray nd is especially good if ur hair gets greasy

For ppl who r worried abt using aerosol hairspray, they make 1s that r like n a spray bottle. This is the one I use. It’s technically a mousse but like… it works. it kinda smells like alcohol tho

Keep a little comb in ur pocket, the wind is rude and hates cool hair. This is pretty obvious but I love my little comb

If ur hair is curly, follow the process of a silk press when you straighten it.

Not a tip, a warning: u’re gonna fuck up ur fringe at least once, it happens to the best of us

That said, I dont think u can rlly mess up with cutting ur own hair, like ive cut my fringe way too short nd been like 'oh shit what did i do' but like its the sex, like its bad n a hot way

Razor blades, even if they’re new and sharp can still split your ends… I learned that the hard way. They are great for layering tho so like yolo. ig ur hair being wet can make it less likely 2 split but like, :/

I really would not go 2 a hairdresser unless they're like the cool ones that will actually listen 2 u. You could req like a shag then cut ur fringe further

idrk how to describe cutting ur fringe initially... Theres a lot of tuts on youtube for that. I'll probably make a like picture tutorial on it, i personally hate videos maybe some1 else is like that 2

#my post #emo #rawring 20s #emo revival #rawring twenties #scenemo #emo kid #scene #scene hair #scene kid #scene revival #rawr xd #emo hair

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v-era-18 · 1 year ago

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Red Licorice

Chapter Two: Death Calling

“You look so pretty in that dress (Y/n). Please do a little twirl for me.” - Ghostface

“Are you sure you don’t need more time to yourself at home?” Aunt Gia stood at the doorframe of the teens room watching the girl pack a duffel bag for the sleepover over at Sidney’s, “I understand your mourning in a different way, but I'm concerned with how fast you are going out and rushing the process. The funeral is being pushed back to Saturday and I think getting your emotions in order is a good idea.”

(Y/n) paused at the mention of the funeral, “Why is the funeral being pushed back? I thought they already approved the body to be transported to the funeral home?”

Gia sighed, “Mrs. Becker said something about them needing to examine her body some more. The officers are also searching and finding somethings in Casey and Steves rooms to see if there is any chance they may have crossed someone in order to be murdered.” Her aunt watched her face grow distraught for a moment letting a few tears slip loose before turning back to the duffel bag.

“She would want me to forget for a little bit,” The afro haired girl's voice was barely above a whisper, “Casey never wanted me to dwell on the negative for two long-“ She cut off her shoulders shaking slightly.

Yes it’s true that’s what her best friend would have wanted, but was it how she wanted to mourn her? The sleepover with Sidney and Tatum seemed to soon. They would never be replacements for Casey but she did really enjoy her time with her other friends. (Y/n) needed support and laughs right now, not to lose herself in her room on what could’ve been.

Her aunt let out a soft sigh, her eyes downcast as she looked at her niece. She was just worried-to much was going on in such a short amount of time-not to mention she still hasn't told her the news. That would have to wait a little while longer.

She promised her brother that she would take good care of her. Taking up many night shifts, providing the girl with endless amounts of food and movies to preoccupy herself at home to fill the silent void. They spent time together when they could on Saturdays, but she knew the girl missed being able to talk with someone each day.

So she’ll allow this sleepover for her niece to forget what’s going on for tonight.

“Your right I'm sorry, just pack what you need for the night and I'll drop you off,” Gia kneels before her niece placing a soft kiss on her forehead for good measure, “Just please be safe and make good decisions. There's a killer out there and you girls being at the house by yourselves puts my nerves on edge.”

(Y/n) gives her a reassuring smile, “Safety in numbers is what you taught me, I haven't forgotten.”

Her aunt smiled back before leaving out of the room to what sounded like the kitchen. Getting back to the duffle bag (Y/n) wanted to make sure she had a good option of movies packed along with her movie journal. She's watched the movies enough times to recite them simply by listening to the eerie background music. She only hoped Tatum wouldn’t find it bothersome-knowing she’d want to gossip.

The phone started to ring in the other room causing the girl to halt her task, “(Y/n)! One of your friends are on the phone!”

The girl frowned slightly, wondering why Sidney would call when they agreed on four o’clock being the meeting time. Hopefully something didn’t come up, she’d hate to go over Tatums with Dewey breathing down her neck.

The living room was spacious and comfortable, one of the girl’s favorite shows was on, with mellow colors filling the screen. The warm aroma of leftover rice and chicken seeped from the kitchen causing the girls shoulders to relax.

Walking past the deep brown couch she made her way towards her aunt standing with the phone, “Is it Sidney? Can I not come over?”

Gia shook her head with a teasing look on her face, “I wish. When you said you have ‘guy friends’ I was expecting that Randy boy-not Stuart little-“

(Y/n) quickly took the phone, covering the speaker, “Auntie!” Her cheeks were warm, heart thumping in fear. She didn’t want Stu to get any wrong idea about her, especially with how she felt for him in the past, “I got it from here.”

The older woman simply waved her hands in the air walking away, “I’m goin I’m goin.”

A chuckle emerged from the phone, causing the girl to smile, “whatcha need Mr Matcher?“

“Hey! You know it’s just Stu, (N/n),” Stu’s hoarse voice through (Y/n) for a loop, her heart racing and grip on the phone tightening. The boy sounded tired and strained like he just got done running a marathon. The girl won’t lie-it was attractive. “After all these years you gotta remember.”

“Yeah yeah, you know I'm just messin with ya,” She went back to her room with the phone and started planning out her outfit for school tomorrow. “But-uh-not to be rude or anything but is there a reason why you called?”

There was movement on the other end, a shout then his voice emerged once more, “Well precious, me and Billy boy got a couple of horror movies to try out this afternoon-and we were wondering if you would like to join us?”

The request caused the girl to pause for a moment, the request didn’t feel foreign just off. The last time she had a good horror movie night with just the two boys was over three years ago, before the status quo absorbed them causing them to slowly be on the back burner. (Y/n) missed those days when she'd go over Stu's house with Billy, the three would laugh and shout at the tv with the horrible scenes the directors could have easily fixed or made more interesting. It was one night where she told them her dream of being a horror film director, their reactions were a lot different from the girls-they gave her full support from the get go. Billy even asked if she wanted his dads old camera to practice shots, she turned it down even though he insisted.

“Earth to (Y/n)! You shouldn’t leave a man hanging here in suspense!”

“A-ah sorry Stu! It’s just…we haven’t done one of those nights for god knows how long,” she paused looking at a cute cropped juicy couture t-shirt before grabbing one of her dad’s flannels to match, “Forgive me for feeling a bit nostalgic.”

Stu lost his teasing tone, a softer one emerging, “I’m sorry precious, it has been a long time since.” The girl was too focused on how calming the voice was to acknowledge the nickname, “If you come over I promise we’ll make it worth your while! We’ll even get your favorite popcorn!”

A sad frown set on the girl's face, she didn’t want to turn her friends down but she already made plans tonight. She remembered what Sidney said about no boys, so a quick lie wouldn’t hurt. She would just reschedule, “My aunt unfortunately wants me to stay home tonight due to what happened in order to process….y-you know-“

“You don’t have to explain I understand-“

“No! I still want to do the movie night with you guys! I-is there anyway we could do it tomorrow?” (Y/n) heard whispers on the other end making her stomach do flips, “or if your busy tomorrow that’s fine we can find another day-“

“Tomorrow is fine. We’ll see you then.” It was Billy this time. His tone was abnormally short with her, almost if he was angry with her. And just like that the line went dead, causing the girl's stomach to drop.

‘How rude.’

☿

The two women pull up to the two story country home, the one where (Y/n) constantly dreamed of having in the future after stardom. It was a good acre of land, not to mention it seemed more private away from civilization-one thing she desired the most.

She thought about it often around tenth grade-maybe it was the teenage hormones catching up to her but she constantly thought about having a husband entrepreneur at the house with the kids; She would come home find her husband head laid on the back of the couch, her two sons laid on either side a horror movie playing on the screen in the background, the killers victims screaming bloody murder.

To whom might say it was a weird scene she desired to see one day-she found it euphoric. Sometimes she'd randomly talk about with Casey, she told her how she would envision her as the rich aunt soiling her nephews with gifts before they went shopping for their homes. Their husbands would play with the kids in the yard as they cooked dinner, talking about all they've achieved the past few months, maybe even some of their sexcapades. If there's one thing she's looking forward to the crazy amounts of sex she would be getting from her husband-a very far thought from the wholesome ones she had before.

Sidney came out of the house in time to see the two women roll to a stop in front of the residence. The brunette smiled at the sight of her best friend getting out of the car with her bag, heading to the front door waving good-bye to her aunt. The girl felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, after all the stress at school with the murmurs about the murder of her classmates she got to hang out with the girl she enjoyed hanging out with the most. Of course she wouldn't admit that to Tatum though.

“Hey! You brought the movies?” Even though the two of them hadn't mentioned movies through Sid's invitation, (Y/n) always had horror movies on deck when sleeping over someone's house, “Let me guess The Exorcist? Halloween-,”

The girl shook her head, curls bouncing, “Nope Friday the 13th! I felt like ogling Jason as he murders the camp counselors,” The two made their way inside the house (Y/n) sitting the bag down in the living room as she took off her shoes , “I also brought some candy if you want some!”

Sidney made a face, “Don't tell me it's some of that nasty red licorice you be eating,”

(Y/n) slowly put the bag of candies away a pout moved on her lips, “Well if you want to be rude you don't have to have any,” this caused the brunet to laugh, laying out on the couch flipping on the news channel.

“The entire nation was shocked today by the teen murders in North Carolina-”

Switch.

“The state Bureau of Investigation has joined forces with the local authorities to help catch what the Governor has called the most heinous-”

Switch again.

Sidney froze along with (Y/n) as Gale weathers appeared on the screen. Her teeth were shiny as ever, ready to twist her words for her fans, “This is not the first time the small town of Bayboro has endured such tragedy. Only a year ago, Mauren Prescott, wife and mother, was found raped and murdered…” The screen was soon filled with a black and white snapshot of a beautiful woman-Sid completely switched off the TV, her mouth growing dry from the familiar image of her mother engrained in her mind.

(Y/n) saw the girl discomfort before walking over and bringing her into a long hug on the sofa. She knew it had been over a year since Mrs. Prescott's death, she had heard the rumors although Sidney testified and she couldn't help but believe the accused rather than Sidney's view. The killer easily could have been a jealous wife or possibly another lover that got tired of her cheating, it was more logical to think that way.

“Do you wanna watch something else other than horror movies? I have some rom-com movies that Tatum likes-”

“No,” Sidney shook her head turning to her friend, “I invited you over so you could have a nice day from everything going on. Let's just get comfortable and pop the movie in.”

(Y/n) creased her brows in concern, “What about Tatum?”

Sidney got up and headed to the stairs gesturing for her to follow, “She has practice this afternoon, she'll join us in an hour. Enough time to get the first movie out the way before she starts complaining.”

“Mind if I take a shower first?”

“Yeah sure, it's next to my room , I have some towels in the closet next to it,” Sidney directed her to the bathroom, making sure the girl had everything she needed before going to the kitchen to prepare some popcorn.

In the shower (Y/n) made sure to take a long shower, using her scrubs, oils and even her favorite perfume before putting on the silk nightie that her friends adored. Today she was wearing black with white lace straps and trim. She thought it'd be a good idea to cheer up her friends and feel a bit normal with their routine as seniors. It was time to branch out and have fun. Strutting down the stairs (Y/n) got to the bottom to see Sidney on the couch popcorn on the table as she looked through the stack of movies she brought over.

“Oh your back I was thinking we could watch-,” The brunette's words cut off as she stared at the girl grabbing the pack of red licorice out of the bag placed on the table. Now Sidney knew (Y/n) was attractive underneath her baggy clothes she's seen her like this before, but without Casey or Tatum around she started to grow nervous. “I-I was thinking we could watch ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ after ‘Friday the 13th’ since it's only six right now.”

(Y/n) sat down close to Sidney, a smile on her lips, “Nightmare on Elm Street is the movie I usually fall asleep to, are you trying to tell me to rest while the night is young?”

Sidney laughed, “A little nap wouldn't hurt before Tatum arrives. You wanna watch the movie first?” The girl's voice hitch as the brown skinned girl snuggled up next to her, a smile of content on her face.

“Sure, I could go for a nap.”

The two girls placed the movie on and sure enough (Y/n) fell asleep within minutes, surprisingly Sidney didn’t. She was so focused on the girl laying on her chest and the peaceful feeling that came with it.

‘I wonder if Casey had moments like this with her.’ Sidney wouldn't be surprised if she did, just envious.

Billy never gave her this feeling nor Tatum-but she oddly wasn't complaining. Looking down at the girl on her chest she was able to take in more of her features, from her plump soft lips to her thick supple thighs barely covered with the dress.

The brunette smiled before the phone rang next to her, breaking through the movie being played on the screen. Sidney answered it with a huf, “Hello?”

“Practice ran late. I'm on my way,” Tatum's voice rang through the phone.

Sidney looked at the clock on the nightstand, “Its past seven, (Y/n) took a nap waiting,” She turned back to the screen watching as another victim was killed, “You need to be careful, remember-”

“Don't worry. Casey and Steve didn't bite the dust till way after ten.”

The brunette scrunched her face as she felt (Y/n) stir, “I'm not worried.”

“Good ‘cause I wanted to swing by BlockBuster and get us a video. I was thinkin’ Tom Cruise in ‘All The Right Moves’. You know if you pause it just right you can see his penis.” Sidney rolled her eyes at her best friend's antics, moving slightly to adjust (Y/n) in her original position. This only caused the girl to stir once more, her eyes opening slowly.

“Whatever, just hurry.”

“Bye ~” The phone line went dead with a simple click from Sidney.

“Was that Tatum?” (Y/n) yawned rubbing the sleep from her eyes, “I thought practice ended at six?”

Sidney huffed giggling slightly at the girls cute display, “Practice ran late she's coming tho-”

The brunette was cut off with another ring of the phone, the two girl looked at each other for a moment before Sidney answered it once more, “Tatum whatever it is it's fine just hurry up-”

“Hello, Sidney.” A husky voice spoke over the phone. (Y/n) overheard the man's voice and sat up straight, pulling from her friend's warmth.

“Hi, who is this?” Sidney greeted back slowly.

“You tell me.” Was all the man responded with. This left the two girls puzzled for a moment, they simply couldn't place the voice of the male-it was too distorted.

The brunette shrugged, slowly sitting up before snatching some popcorn from (Y/n)’s hands. The girl playfully glared in response, “I have no idea.”

“Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, its light right out of the horror movies or something,” At this (Y/n) practically laughed into the phone, her smile infectious.

“Come on D, I know it's you!” (Y/n) felt her heart hammer in her chest in thought of Randy trying to mess with Sidney instead of her, “Are you calling from at work or something? I’m sleeping over at Sids and Tatums on her way over.”

It was silent for a moment before the voice returned, “(Y/n), I hadn't expected you to be there,” It caused the girl to snicker a bit along with Sidney shaking her head, at this point the brunette turned on the lights of her house illuminating the space. The horror movie rolled its credits in the background with a slasher theme. “What’s your favorite movie, precious?”

The brown skinned girl faulted a bit, her skin growing warm with the nickname her alleged friend called her by, “Geeze Ran your voice is sexy when you talk like that. All you need to do is invite me to watch a Japanese horror film and I'm all yours.”

Sidney turned to the girl, her jaw dropping in surprise, never had she seen (Y/n) so bold with flirting-especially not to Randy. Sure the two were inseparable at times but flirting and speaking intimate wasn't what she was expecting. Sid swore Tatum wasn't going to believe it, not their two nerds finally making a move.

The male's voice quickened over the phone, making the girls neither regions pulsed slightly, she didn't want to think that way of Randy to think he was doing something perverted-perhaps he was simply shocked with her flirtation. So instead he decided to repeat the question , “What's your favorite scary movie?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes playfully, “Randy we've been over this several times and you've heard me rant about my favorite,” The girl walked over towards the window, the yard at Sidny’s house looks beautiful from the angel brightened by the night sky. “Besides you know who is my favorite killer, the one that gets me goin’”

The voice hummed, “Oh really? Who is it?”

“It's Micheal, remember? Because of his rough upbringing?” Her lips pouted out to Sidney showing her disappointment that Randy didn't remember, “I can't believe you forgot-we had an hour conversation about it.” Her stomach hurt and twisted in turn she decided to hand the phone over to Sidney, the girl sending her a sympathetic look.

“Really Randy? What do want-”

“Are you two in the house alone?” Sidney rolled her eyes as she watched (Y/n) come back over towards the phone with a bag of licorice.

“That is so unoriginal. You disappoint me Randy.”

“Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.” The two girls paused looking at each other for a moment, one confused and the others eyes laced with fear. (Y/n) shook her head and Sidney tried to reach for the phone but the brunette simply walked away with it leaving the brown skinned girl to grab the remote and turn off the TV.

“So who are you?” Sidnety questioned.

“Sid! What are you doing?” (Y/n) hissed at the brunette, “Stop talking to the stranger!” The girl has watched too many scary movies to know how this goes, Sidney needs to hang up the phone and lock down the house and call the police.

“The question isn't who am i? But, where am I?” The voice responded.

It kicked the girl's survival instincts into overdrive, (Y/n) rushed to the kitchen grabbing a chef's knife and started locking down the windows. Sidney follows her, completely baffled with the girl's reaction, “So where are you-?”

“Sid stop-”

“Your front porch,” The voice informed, if she didn't know any better there was a smirk in his tone.

‘This is some white people shit.’

Sidney moves to the window pulling back the drapes, “Why would you be calling me from my front porch?”

“To see where your mind is of course!” (Y/n) moved to grab the drapes from Sidney, her frustration rising, “Sidney we’re literally in the middle of a killer possibly wanting to kill us-”

“You look so pretty in that dress (Y/n),” The voice basically purred into the phone, sending chills down the girl's spine, “Please do a little twirl for me.”

The brown skinned girl let out a frightful scream in response, Sidney standing still as the words sunk in as to what the voice over the phone had said. Either they were truly outside or Randy was taking this prank too far.

Fed up with the antics with the voice over the phone, Sidney took it upon herself to open the door heading out on the front porch, “Sidney, what the fuck are you doing?!” The brunette ignored her friend's desperation, looking around across the yard in the dead of night with so little light she had.

“Where are you-you fucking creep?!”

“Right here.”

Sidney looked around the yard again concentrating on the shrubs, “Can you see me-?”

“Sidney, for all that is holy get the fuck back in the house!”

Once again she ignored her, “Can you see what I'm doing?” Sidney stuck her finger up her nose, obviously trying to prove a point. A moment went by with no response from the voice over the phone sending the girls nerves on edge. She turned back to (Y/n) a reassuring smile on her face, “Nice try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry. Bye now-”

“You hang up, you’ll die just like your mother!” The two girls froze in place, (Y/n) grabbing onto Sidney to pull her back into the house but the girl wouldn't move. The brunette was completely speechless, “Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother didn’t.”

Having enough of the bullshit (Y/n) snatched the phone away, “Screw you mother fucker!” hanging up the phone (Y/n) dashes back into the house with Sidney, bolting down the door when she hears a sudden creak behind her-then a full on thud.

A scream rippled through the back of her throat as a masked ghost of man came barreling out of the hallway closet. A quick swipe of the knife was avoided as Sidney kicked the killer in the side, (Y/n) desperately trying to unlock the door. It was all for not as the brunette pushed her away with the man getting up for another round. Their only option at this point was to get the best of him or die, it was a horrible way to die when she thought about it.

Gripping the knife tightly (Y/n) rushed towards the attacker full storm and jabs the knife down leading the male to let out a guttural scream. Sidney took this opportunity to knock him back again, turning back towards the door and unlocking the bottom pulling open-only for the chain lock to get in the way.

“Shit!” The brunette cursed.

The killer got back up with an angry yell, launching himself at Sidney once more only for her to doge and grab her best friend-running up the stairs. (Y/n) took the initiative to split up, knife still in hand she hid in the bathroom as she watched her best friend board herself up in the bedroom. If her hunch was correct, Sidney would contact the authorities on her computer. She could hear the loud thumping of footsteps up the stairs causing her to hold her breath moving backwards.

A sharp sound echoed in the bathroom to cause the thumping to stop on the stairs, (Y/n) cursed quickly turning behind her to find the dropped item, before quickly making her way into the tub, drawing the curtain back quickly just as she heard the creaking of the door. Placing a hand over her mouth she tried to control her breathing to match the steps of her killer. With each thump she couldn't help but think of her best friend; ‘Did she hide like she did?’ ‘Did she live up to the cliche of hiding in a closet only to be pulled out and gutted open as she held onto the phone?’. The steps stopped in front of the tub, leading her to hold her breath in a big gulp, closing her eyes as she felt the curtains draw back a bit, the bathroom was dark, the curtain doing her justice against the far corner away from the door.

However luck wasn't on her side, the curtain was drawn back abruptly causing her eyes to widen considerably before she felt the cool feel of the knife against her neck. The white ghost masked man stared back at her, simply cocking his head to the side without uttering a word.

A simple command; get out.

So as any hostage would do with a weapon aimed at them, she obeyed, slowly holding her hands up and stepping out of the tub as he slowly backed up. The knife had been left in the tub as well. But what happened next is what ran her blood cold, he closed the door.

(Y/n) felt her breathing become uneven as she couldn't see the killer at all in the bathroom, only a tall dark silhouette of a shadow looming over her, daring her to make the wrong move. Asking her to make a mistake so she could be skinned alive. But she wasn't dumb, she knew not to anger the killer further, especially after she got done stabbing him. Sure, she was positive the cut was deep into his shoulder, but it wasn't guaranteed that she couldn't take him down by herself.

A hand gripped the side of her hip, shoving her against the sink with a gasp. The killer closed in on her-his breaths were heavy and deep; it possibly could have been from his wounds or frustration. At the moment it didn't matter as the girl shook in fear, a faint outline of white filled her vision before closing her eyes with a whimper as she felt the killer's body against hers.

(Y/n) froze when she felt the hand travel from her hip to her thighs-playing with the silk fabric along the way before slipping underneath. The hands were bare, the leather gloves gone; soft and smooth with calluses on what seemed to be his fourth finger and lower palm. He played with the hem of her lace panties taking a deep breath before removing his hands underneath her nightie, placing his hand on her face instead stroking the tears of fear away.

Alarm bells rang in her head as she came to the conclusion as to what he possibly wanted, “N-No please don't…” the hand seemed to pause for a moment before she felt a quick slow grind of the hips against hers, what drew her attention was the large protruding length against her thighs. He was excited, and was happy to show her how riled up he was. Never had she been so close to a male like this before, and most definitely has she ever felt them up close and personal.

“Please let us go,” She tried to reason with him once more, “I won’t tell anyone what happened here! Please just don’t hurt me…,” it was pathetic begging like this-trying to stroke the male's ego enough to possibly let her walk away.

‘All killers love to hear this pity party before swiping the blade down. We know better.’

But she couldn’t help but beg for her life.

All she received was a cock of the head, before she heard another scream in the other room. It was Sidney, she seemed to be talking to someone else, hopefully an officer or police. The only issue was that she was in her with the killer-the door closed-the man would decide whether she lived or died.

The male seemed to look over towards the door before putting his attention back to her. She felt something cool against her thigh before a sharp flame erupted through her entire being. She opened her mouth in an anguished scream only for her mouth to be covered abruptly, with her struggling against him. The masked man gripped her hip harder keeping her in place against the skink as he moved the knife up her thigh to underneath her skirt, teasing the panties slightly before cutting through. The soft silk fabric falling from her legs to the floor, the cool air hit her sensitive areas causing a slight arousal sensation to build; it was dangerous. She bucked and shifted her body against his only causing him groan before shoving her against the door face first.

Wet tears graced her face in terror ;was this man really going to have his way with her before he got arrested. It seemed plausible until the killer strolled forward, bending down in the tub and retrieving the other knife; following up to look at the panties near the sink, deciding to collect them as well. He gave her ass an abrupt smack before guiding her back over towards the tub, pointed down; a command to sit. She did as told in pain, she could feel the blood dripping down her leg as she looked up at her attacker who seemed to be sparing her.

She simply cocked her head to the side, confusion and frustration filling her features, “Why?” Her voice was small and scared, “Why didn’t you kill me?” He had every right to, she was going to tell the police everything that transpired, and there was even a possible chance he would be caught due to her description of him.

But the killer said nothing, simply opened the door and exited. There were sirens within a few minutes that could be heard along with loud footsteps heading up the stairs. But (Y/n) was too scared to tell them we’re she was, scared of the fact the killer hadn’t murdered her, only proceeded to feel her up and hint his true motivations towards her.

The way he spoke over the phone to the way he gently brushed her thighs-.

(Y/n) sobbed, wanting to rip the silk nightie off of her. She felt so dirty, she should’ve been ashamed of what had transpired but she couldn’t stop thinking of his bare hands.

A few footsteps came to a halt in front of the bathroom door before a faint knock could be heard, “(Y/n) is that you?” It was a female officer, one that she had never heard of before. She tried to answer back but only a soft wimped emerged from her lips causing this female to enter.

“Oh god,” the officer was brown skinned with straight hair, eyes almond and crows feet on the ends most likely from stress, “She’s in here! Get a med kit immediately!”

It seemed like a blur, the paramedics tried everything to get the girl to speak even as they treated the deep cut on her leg. It didn’t even process the pain inflicted as she was stitched up. All she could do was stare at the sink she was pushed towards to be touched against. She didn't allow any men to touch her, moving away each time they tried to stitch up the wound, it was convenient a female was present-and she was a lot gentler than the large men trying to grab at her.

Eventually she was guided to the ambulance quietly, only coming to a gilt when she heard the desperate voice of her friend. Sidney ran over, tears welled in her eyes before embracing the Afro haired girl in a tight hug, “Oh my god….oh my god I’m so sorry.”

The girl didn’t respond, only holding her back in response, desperate for another’s touch other than the masked ghost of a killer.

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Dewy sat back in his chair looking at the pink leather bound diary in shock. This information was either a huge lead or a very damaging revelation on who Casey Becker truly was-as well as her true feelings towards her classmates and friends. From what they learned in the diary many of the ex boyfriends, cheerleaders, and close friends were high suspects.

Especially (Y/n) (L/n).

The cop knew there was a high chance the girl was innocent, he was there watching her reaction as she was hung over the trash can mourning her friend. The frustrated expression on her face with the lack of suspects as well as her questioning in concerns of what she could do to help or simply aid in the funeral.

However, Casey didn’t see (Y/n) as a friend. She saw her as a potential lover. Lesbians weren’t uncommon in Woodsburror, but the Becker girl came from Christian parents. It was bad enough there were several instances of talking about the times she slept with boys in her school, but to top off the dreams she had of (L/n)? They were dreams any teenage girl would have of their future and to acknowledge that she was no longer here hit hard.

The man wished he didn’t read those entries, they were really personal. Around august the girl really got deep with her feelings in concerns of her friend, almost a revelation. It seemed like she was finally accepting her feelings, planning on how she was going to reveal and live with it, knowing she didn't like men no matter how much she tried to. He was more surprised with the entries on his little sister Tatum, the things the two both did weren't right, but hey he never would've guessed a frenemy relationship with the two.

Oh God. He was going to need a bulletproof vest.

If or when this reaches the news, a bomb was going to drop, and whether they were ready for it didn’t matter.

Officer Willy stormed into the room in a panic, “Riley! We got another situation on our hands!”

Dewey sat up in his chair alarmed, “What happened?!”

“We just received a message from Sidney Prescott's computer, the killer has struck again!”

#billy loomis x black reader #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x black reader #stu matcher x reader #sidney prescott #scream movies #scream #red licorice #Spotify

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gepperl · 1 year ago

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TRANS MALE PASSING PROTIPS

Targeted specifically at trans men who have not begun medical transition, but for anyone. Of course, this is just what works for me and everyone is different.

Shorts that fall mid thigh and are baggy can work really well to make a more masculine figure. This is a trendy style with cis men, and if they are looser on your thighs you can look more rectangular. Basketball shorts are always fine, but for bigger people can end up sticking to your thighs and making you look like a masc lesbian. Looking like a masc lesbian is so so common guys this is what we are trying to avoid. See here for reference

2. WALK WITH YOUR SHOULDERS. Walk like your shoulders are the widest part of your body. Move them kinda forward and backward. Watch a video of a man walking next to a woman for context on what I mean. Women walk with their hips, and it makes all the difference for you in someone's head. Practice in the mirror before doing it so you don't look like a fool.

3. Hair!!!! I know you guys don't want to let go of the 2020 fluffy boi haircut and that is ok. If you don't want a skin fade short haircut, there are other options. Also, if you belong to a subculture, like punk/emo/whatever else there is, look at male styles as it can be very different than what is normally accepted ( for example, men have long hair in metal subculture, you can style it like them). In general, hair is very meticulous, as for some people too short is masc lesbian and too long is woman.

This kind of hair can do wonders. For men of color/curly hair people, if you are not out locs are a very good option as they are typically read as masculine but are gender neutral. Afros, braids, even skin fades with a lot of hair at the top can read feminine. Another style option could be short cornrows that end at the neck, twists, or a fade with less hair at the top like this.

I am not black, so I cannot speak for how this would be read in a black community, but this is how, from my experience, I would view the hairstyles. Sorry if this is not appropriate. Also, I am not here to tell you not to dye your hair. It can work if you style it with masculine clothes and are dressed in a specific style like emo or scene or something. Do what you will with that.

4. If there is ANY peach fuzz on your face, make the most of it. I know I have high testosterone levels naturally, so I grow facial hair a little, but if there is enough to dye it, dye it. If there is like barely any, if its not visible in the mirror if you're really looking (not INSPECTING), it's probably not worth it, and that is fine. use your judgement, and if it is not enough, just shave it. It's better to look clean shaven than desperate for face hair. Eyebrows, mustache hair, sideburns can all be darkened with eyeshadow, brow brushes, and just for men beard dye.

5. LAYERS. I know you guys have seen this one before. Flannels, button ups over black t-shirts, zip up hoodies. It might get a little hot, but it covers your sweat stains anyways. I promise guys it helps so much with shoulders, hips, boobs, it makes you look more masculine. Don't get that ugly ass red and black checkered one though. Think if you would see a masc lesbian wearing it and use your best judgement. I heart layers.

6. Pants. Woah. Pants. I HATE pants I know you fat trans men get me. Old navy women's jeans...and you guys won't like this one...are actually pretty good. SPECIFICALLY the sky high wide leg ones. Get those a size up and cuff them, wear them low on your waist, perfect. Other than that, jeans are shit. I don't really waste my time with men's pants anymore because of my hips but cargos are great, baggy sweats with the band at the bottom are great, PJ pants good, dress pants are a struggle but I've heard dickies work well for people with a smaller body. Not sure though. My tactic is I go to a thrift store for hours and try on all their pants, then find similar ones online or take pictures of the brand for the ones I like and find more.

7. Accessories and jewelry. Iffy. Anything you could describe as dainty, if it's not a family thing or important to you, probably not. Friendship bracelets are good, pendants are good, earrings depends on where you are and what you are wearing. Studs in men are common where I am, so I wear them. Observe the cis men at your disposal. Accessories, bags don't really matter unless they're like the strawberry hot topic mini bags. Don't get those at all those are fugly. Mini bags are not great in general, just better to get something else. Watches are heavily loved here they look very male and also you have the time always even a cheap watch is fine just not a woman's watch. It has to be a men's watch. You can tell when it is a woman's watch don't get those. Nail polish is fine no one cares, it's more popular now with boys. Especially if you're a little girly pop already. Of course that also depends on your environment.

8. Stance. Sitting with your ankle on your knee is comfortable and way more masculine than crossing your legs. Confidence. Fake it until you make it because cis men are so arrogant guys. This is what I mean btw

9. Don't be afraid of being feminine. Don't give up being yourself in order to be masculine. Your happiness matters the most. Love you bye, I'll update this if I think of anything else.

#transgender #lgbtq #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #trans rights #queer #ftm #passing #body positive #transisbeautiful #gender stuff #trans stuff #gender identity

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wordgirlexploration · 8 months ago

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Changes in Wordgirl: Exploration

Let's talk about some of the changes our project makes to the original show's timeline. Since Wordgirl: Exploration takes place when Becky/Wordgirl is 12 while she's 10/11 in the show, it's safe to assume that most if not all of the show's events are canon to Exploration. However! We're a reboot not a continuation, which means there are things we've changed either to fit the narrative we want to tell or because we didn't like how something was portrayed in the show (Go Gadget Go is non-canon).

Everything listed here are changes we can't organically explain in our episodes, so you might see hints of what's in store for Wordgirl: Exploration. There's also some changes missing on purpose because we can fit them into our episodes.

Character Changes

Huggy got an upgrade from the show. He's got a prehensile tail now that he can use during fights (he's a monkey after all), is capable of changing color (excellent for sneaking up on villains), and has limited shapeshifting. He can't do much with his shapeshifting, just enough to make him look different than his secret identity or give him a small advantage during fights. Separate from his shapeshifting, Huggy is able to unhinge his jaw like a snake to consume massive amounts of food. It's definitely the ability Becky finds the most disturbing but boy has it really helped in a lot of fights against the food based villains. We just felt it was a little unfair that he didn't get any powers when he's just as alien. He still got the short end of the stick compared to Wordgirl, but they both work with his powerset as best they can.

Wordgirl and Kid Math have more alien traits because they deserve it <3 No one really questions Becky's less human traits. When you've got Chuck and his brother running around, a 12 yo girl with fangs and weird eyes isn't anything noteworthy. Kid Math's cape being traded for wings does mean that he doesn't fly like Wordgirl anymore. He buzzes around like a giant math obsessed dragonfly while Wordgirl treats gravity as an option.

It's an extremely minor thing but we took away Chuck's height. In the show he towers over almost all the civilians. We like short Chuck better, so he's only 5'6" now.

Sally is Afro-Latina and therefore has taught Becky and TJ Spanish. Becky is a natural, and since Ms. Question is also Afro-Latina, they both enjoy having someone they can talk to.

Squeaky is a woman now. We support women's wrongs <3. Also consequently Dr. Two-Brains is non-binary now as he's a fusion between a cis female mouse and a cis male human.

Story Changes

Okay, let's talk Kid Math for a second. In the show, Kid Math shows up at the start of season 7 and quickly gets established as an overeager but inexperienced superhero who's got a lot to learn about being a hero on Earth. They even seem to set it up as Wordgirl taking him under her wing and teaching him all she knows, which would have really shook up the status quo. Except they didn't. He's only been a background character ever since. Which is wild! This kid is just running around! He could have helped with Rhyme and Reason but he didn't! So we're changing how long he's been on Earth. In Exploration, Kid Math made his debut only a week ago. He's still very new in the public eye and Wordgirl is keeping him under close watch. As a result, he's going to be showing up in quite a few episodes.

Becky never tried to tell her dad and TJ she was Wordgirl. Honestly, her telling them did nothing for the show other than tell the audience her backstory. So in Exploration she has yet to tell her family and has made no attempt in the past.

#Raven Rambles #Wordgirl #captain huggyface #becky botsford #kid math #chuck the evil sandwich making guy #sally botsford #squeaky #dr two brains

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raspberrysunshinebby · 2 years ago

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Two Choices

Chapter 9

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel (not rlly)

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally died they could be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: none in this chapter.

A/N: Sorry this literally took forever, I had the biggest writers block on this and was working on other stories. Also with my taglist please comment under this post if I missed you because my doc for it got messed up.

Word Count: 2677

Leaving in the Night wasn’t an option for us, instead opting to leave in the morning when fewer people would be awake. Many fae and other creatures were nocturnal in this area apparently.

The girl with an Afro, whose name I learned was Fern, gave me some extra clothes. A outfit with black pants, a slight corset, and a white top, I was also given a pair of boots so it’d be easier to travel. It sort of reminded me of what I’d wear when my brothers would take me hunting with them, except I wouldn’t wear so tight since that wasn’t an Autumn Court thing.

Once everyone else was set to go we went off, when traveling I noticed how they kept Corbin and me at the front most likely to keep an eye on us. I found this kind of funny when I was paying them, I didn’t say anything though, and kept walking. I ended up also taking this opportunity to get to know Corbin, when we traveled alone we didn’t get a chance to really talk. More bonding over us both doing our best to get out of the Night Court without dying or getting brought back.

“I was already planning on leaving,” Corbin told me, “I have friends in The Court of Nightmares, ones who are slaves basically. They're not by name but based on how they're treated, they’re slaves. High Lord Rhysand is so content on just leaving The Court of Nightmares alone, he thinks everyone in there is a monster, but they're not. I already helped my friends get out, I’m gonna meet them in the Summer Court.”

“Why did you want to help me then?” I asked, softly.

“High Lord Rhysand pisses me off, I couldn’t let what happened to my mother happen to someone else while Rhysand stood there.”

“What about High Lady Feyre? Why doesn’t she do anything?” I questioned, I didn’t get to talk or really learn about anyone in the Night Court during my time there, too consumed with what was going on already with Azriel.

“She barely learned how to read two years ago, I don't blame her for that but she’s not educated enough to be a High Lady. So that’s why she’s not involved in any of the Court affairs. She’s honestly more of a consort than a High Lady. Nothing wrong with being a consort but still.”

He paused for a moment before speaking, “Oh yea there's also the Illyrian camps, how Rhysand hasn’t done anything to truly fix it is beyond me.”

“All he does is send Cassian to train some female Illyrians every once in a while then leave.” I heard the Illyrian girl, Wren, say bitterly.

“I don't wanna overstep, but did you run away from one?” I asked her.

“Yes.” That was all she said, I wanted to ask for more information but she looked angry at the mere mention of it, so I didn’t.

We walked for a while more until we passed the border, the relief that hit my chest after we did was intense. I looked toward Corbin who gave me a smile and a nod before we continued. Corbin would later tell me how there was a slight skip in my step.

We wanted to stay as far away from people as possible after we got out of the mountains, which would take hours for us to get through, so we opted to camp in a cave, by the exit of the mountains, we found for a while until it hit nightfall and not many would be awake. A fire in the camp we made kept us warm from the cool air of the cave while many of us napped or just rested to savor the energy for the trip.

I sat on a rock that stood by the fire, well one I moved to be a seat by the fire while staring at the beautiful scenery of the Day Court. The day court was so bright, filled with so many blues and greens a part of me never thought I’d see outside of Valeris again; I watched the clouds with an empty mind until I heard someone sit on the ground on the other side of the fire. I looked to see Blythe sitting on the other side, warming up.

Finally able to get a good look at his face I realized that he wasn’t ugly, he was actually quite attractive. Blythe was a man with a hard face, mean-looking face, and short brown hair that didn’t cover his cyan eyes and I also noticed like Fern, his ears were down-pointed. He noticed me analyzing his face and looked toward me.

“What is it?” He asked me.

“Nothing,” I replied, “I just hadn’t gotten a good look at your face, you didn’t look how you did in my mind.”

“Did you think I was ugly?” He asked.

“Why would I think you were ugly?” I replied fast.

He smirked, “You thought I was ugly.” He grabbed a stick to play with the fire.

“Okay I didn’t think you were ugly, I just didn’t have a good look at your face and I wasn’t sure whether or not you were,” I tried to think of a word to say, “were ugly?”

He snickered at that, “So you thought I was gonna be ugly?”

I rolled my eyes at him, causing a chuckle out of him before he spoke, “Catch this.”

I opened my hands to catch whatever he was going to throw at me before thinking and quickly caught something wrapped in linen. I opened the linen to find a big piece of bread that looked like it was baked in herbs. I looked up to him, “You're skinny,” He said “You need to get some meat on your bones. We’ll have a proper meal tonight when we go out, but for now just have some bread.”

I nodded to him in a thank you before eating, as my brother had once said ‘she looks skinny and dead’. I really needed to gain weight, especially if I wanted to be able to walk all the way to the Winter Court. I needed to be healthy enough to do it.

I ate my bread pretty quickly, I didn’t realize how hungry I actually was, with me chewing on food Blythe and I sat in silence, well until we heard a crashing in a deep part of the cave.

Blythe and I quickly sat up from our spots, worried of what the commotion could be. Blythe reached over to where the others napped to wake them up, I woke up Corbin before noticing that the man with the pretty face wasn’t here.

“Where’s Auden?” I heard Fern ask, I shrugged my shoulders at her, unsure as well.

The little boy, Oliver, got up quickly from his spot on the floor, drawing his sword in the process and peering into the darkness in the cave.

“I think its best we find Auden and then leave,” Corbin said, still a little groggy, “It’ll be nightfall soon so we might as well leave early.”

“Yea but we need to find Auden!” Wren whispered. You could see it on her face that she was worried.

Oliver continued peering down the cave looking for a sign of disturbance. Corbin followed behind him, peering on the other side of the cave wall with a knife at his hand, where he got said knife I didn’t ask.

“Do you know how to fight?” Wren asked me.

My brothers had taught me little, just enough to defend myself when I was younger, but being the childhood champion of the Heir to the Autumn Court made it so that Silas’s parenting on me was closely watch in order to not ‘infect’ his son, Eris and I once overheard Beron say that to my brother. We both walked away in disgust.

I shook my head, “A little, but not really.”

Wren placed a knife in my hand, “If whatever that is gets close to you, stab it. Simple isn’t it?”

I nodded to her, “Simple.”

We waited, not even breaths were heard as we waited. Eventually after a minute we heard a gargle-like noise from deep inside it, “We need to leave.” I heard Blythe say.

“No.” Wren said firmly, “Not without Auden.”

“What without me?” I heard a voice behind me, I turned to see Auden with his blonde hair and skinny figure standing there, completely fine.

I looked to see Wren blinking before grabbing Oliver by his shoulder, Oliver putting away his sword as whatever it was growled down the cave. I looked to Blythe to see him motioning towards the entrance of the cave. I moved to grab Corbin’s wrist before following Blythe out of the cave, the others following before him.

I did my best to move as swiftly as I could before leaping out of the cave with the others, holding onto our blankets and pillows that we silently decided to put back into our packs after we got away from whatever that thing was. We continued to run for a few miles, just in case.

We finally stopped near a clearing and that was the spot we’d decided to put our things back away, Wren and Fern laughing together about how dumb that situation was while I helped Corbin fold up his blanket.

“Auden. What were you doing away from us?” I heard Blythe ask Auden. I tried not to look like I was listening to the conversation but it was hard not to. “I was gonna go hunting, so we didn’t have to worry about dinner and just keep moving.”

I heard Blythe sigh, “You can't run off like that, we thought whatever was in there took you!” He raised his voice.

Now it was even weirder listening to this conversation, but at least I knew I wasn’t the only one listening with everyone else’s heads perked up as they all listened to the conversation.

Blythe looked at us all, sighed, then grabbed Auden by the shoulder. “We’ll be continuing this conversation, Wren will go find a restaurant for us to eat.”

Wren nodded before taking off flying to go find a town and restaurant, especially one that can feed our group.

The rest of us kind of sat around while we waited, Oliver played with his sword clearly just a bored child. Corbin and I layed around on the ground and Fern took some things out of her bag to put in her hair.

It was around ten minutes when Auden finally came back without Blythe, he looked embarrassed and defeated as he sat on the ground next to Corbin.

“Where's Blythe?” I asked, sitting myself up.

It took Auden a second, “Blythe’s mad, he yelled at me for ten minutes straight before sending me off.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have ran off.” I heard Fern say, “Blythe gets worried sick when he doesn’t know where we are, you know that Auden.”

I stood up from my spot, “Where's the snacks?” I asked Fern, she pointed toward a bag on the floor.

I looked through the bag to find some basic snacks and decided to grab some bread, cheese, and some meat. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was but I grabbed it anyway. I wrapped all of them in some spare linen before walking towards where I saw Auden come from, Fern shouting behind me to be careful and not die.

I followed a dirt path on the ground that led to a river, it was connected to a waterfall and had huge rocks around it, and Blythe sat on the ground ontop of a rock by the river, he looked to be playing with something in his hand. As I walked closer I realized it was a knife that he swung in it, the knife danced around his fingers as he didn’t even notice me approaching him.

“Blythe?” I said in my best soft voice, I didn’t stand too close behind him just enough to make sure he heard me. He put his knife back into its holder before turning to me, “What is it?” He said giving me a look.

With how angry he seemed it made me feel some anxiety, I made an awkward smile before lifting up the items I’d brought. “I have snacks.” I said, he nodded to me.

“Why?” He asked, “Wren is looking for a restaurant right now.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “Yea but who know how long that’ll be, plus the wait time and stuff its gonna be a little bit and I haven’t seen you eat much.” I pushed my arm out toward him, “Here.”

He grabbed the food from me, he turned back to use his knife to cut open the bread to make a sandwich, I was preparing myself to leave thinking Blythe wanted to be left alone. I moved my hands behind my back and began walking to join the rest of the group before Blythe spoke up, “Sit.” I looked over to see him patting a spot next to him on the rock.

I turned back around to follow his instruction, as I sat next to him I noticed he was making two sandwiches, he stopped making the second one to pass the first to me. Blythe simply gave me a nod before continuing to make his own. It didn’t take long to make the sandwich, but I still waitied until Blythe was done and he’d began eating before I began eating my own.

Blythe and I didn’t speak after this, only enjoying nature and basking in the silence as we ate together. I felt awkward at first before I began to enjoy it, I’d never felt a quiet presence with anyone before, I’d always felt a little pressured to always be talking so never turns awkward. I’d never even been fully quiet with Eris or Azriel, only quiet when I was mad at Azriel or having a breakdown caused by him and only quiet when Eris had told me to, which wasn’t often, I swear it was like twice.

I’d lost count of how long we’d been there, even quiet after we’d finished eating. My knees were close to my chest a Blythe and I watched the river flow. I quickly realized how much I enjoyed the smell of dirt and grass, it felt like it was all around me at the moment. I realized how for the first time in months, I was relaxed. I was away from the Night Court, I was getting farther and farther away from Azriel and I was relaxed.

I looked over when a noise come out behind us, I saw Oliver coming to approach us, Blythe looked behind us as well as we waited for Oliver to talk.

“Wren sent me to tell you guys to come back, she found a restaurant to eat at.” Oliver said, Blythe nodded to him before Oliver left to go back to the others.

I jumped off the rock and whipped myself off from the dirt on it, then whipped my hands together before grabbing the remnants of the food that we’d already wrapped up then I started to walk back.

“Y/N” I heard Blythe say from behind me, I looked over to see Blythe standing there, “I apologize for kidnapping you and Corbin.”

I shrugged at him, “Hey it happens, plus your getting a lot of money out of it.”

“Did you seriously just say, ‘hey it happens’?” Blythe said.

“I mean most of my brothers have been kidnapped, it was bound to happen to me.”

Blythe’s face looked shocked, “That’s a story your telling me at dinner.”

I laughed before moving to continue walking, still snickering at the fact of Blythe being surprised at my brothers being kidnapped, which I lied about cause I thought it was funny and now I wanted to see how long I could keep the lie up before he meet my brothers.

#acotar #acotar x reader #Eris #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris x reader #Azriel #azriel x reader

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catgirlscout · 1 year ago

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The Tom Jones Saga

Dear tf2 fandom, specifically the fanfic writers among you (me included). I have a suggestion! WHAT IF...A writing prompt challenge titled the tom jones saga. Where every prompt is a different song by tom jones. You have to write a one shot based on the song title. Can be any ship you want. Inspiration from the song lyrics are optional but it should fit the vibe. Edit: I made a collection on A03 for this challenge, so if you wanna write a one shot for this you can add it here. I added a description and some basic rules. Like name the fanfiction a song from Tom Jones. Remember to tag your story with #thetomjonessaga Note: I put the collection on unmoderated, but I will reject any sort of pro-shipping/incest stuff. Have fun writing. Rare pairs are more than welcome. I hope we'll collect some cool fanfics together

My personal (very clever, very original) ideas: WARNING nsfw contents

• nr 1 obviously has to be sex bomb. based on the title alone DemoScout. It's probably explosive smut...because duh! I am thinking orgasm denial, edging, perhaps even a little bit of feeding scout a chicken wing to make it spicy...I dunno! • Green, green, grass of home is giving Spy angst. He just wants to be happy with his son scout and scout's mother. he wants to return to a home he has never had. A life we was never able to live. Maybe it's a dream or it's where he actually dies and gets his most heartfelt wish. Thinking scout's death scene but reverse. • In the midnight hour. Just hear me out DISCO FEVER Medic Demo. 70s 80s inspired. Demo has this big afro with a colorful headband. I know it's kind of a rare pair. But imagine them dancing through the whole night. Total strangers, getting so close. skin to skin, body on body. the heat of the moment, the beat and rhythm in their blood, the sweat on their sweet sweet lips just breaths apart. It's sensual. It's sexy, it's exciting. • then! Try a little tenderness. I see femme fatale Spy. Spy is def a woman (maybe trans woman). It's EngieSpy. Spy comes home after work, her long red evening gown draped over a chaiselongue. Engie takes off her shoes and massages her shoulders, gives her a glass of champagne. Spy pulls em down, feeds em that olive or whatever they put in fancy drinks, kisses em gently. They stare at each other, need a moment to take it all in. Engie calls her his Doll. She is enchanted. • Not dark yet is most definitely about Sniper. Mostly about his loneliness, his scars, his longing. Maybe it's SniperScout. And they both talk about how they were not being taken seriously by their parental figures. (Scout knows Spy is his dad in this). That their life until this point was filled with disappointment and pain, but they want to make the best of it. They wanna get to the other side, ya know. It's gonna get better, eventually. Yeah that's it. Do with that what you will! And gimme your ideas. Don't be shy!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 prompt challenge #tf2 fanfiction ideas #tf2 the tom jones saga #tf2 tom jones #tf2 ships #tf2 fanfiction where every chapter is the title of a tom jones song #no bc why did I put my whole catgirlscoutussy into this post

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romanarose · 11 months ago

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I hope at the very least my blog is a safe space

I really try to be inclusive to everyone and if I'm not, say I write a reader and say something alianting that I didn't properly tag like saying "blushed", or didn't tag it fem!reader or something, please let me know.

Also, I try to write diverse options so non-white, non christian readers can feel seen. I've written non-white Oc's and readers such as Jana who is afro-latina (Etheopian/Chilian), Lorelei who is vietnames, and Candy who is latina (Colombian), and muslim and jewish readers. I try my best to ask people in my life or other people to make sure I'm accurate, but I can always be wrong or say something offensive.

If I EVER misrepresent, am in correct, offensive ETC in my wrting, please let me know. You can comment, DM, ask on anon, whatever you are comfortable with. I never want to do anything that hurts my readers.

Same goes with gender identity and sexuality. I am bisexual and gender non-comforming (idk if I have a name or lable im cool with right now but I'm using they/them at this moment)

Although I am a part of the LGBT community, I can still be in correct. Being gender non comforming doesnt mean I dont accidentally say something transphobic, and being bisexual doesn't mean i am the be all end all for sexuality. If there is a discremincy in terms or stereotypes you arent comfortable with in fics, please come talk to me. Sometimes we arent going to agree, especial on an internatinal platform some terms are normal one place and horrificlly offensive others. But considering I write a lot of bi character, especially me writing Benny Miller right now. Come talk to me.

If I misstag something, or leave something out, it's an accident.

I want my blog to be safe for everyone, yes that includes you!

#romana writes #diversity #writing #inclusive writing

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davtours · 8 months ago

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How do you get to Volcanoes National Park Rwanda?

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How do you get to Volcanoes National Park Rwanda?

How do you get to Volcanoes National Park Rwanda? To get to Volcanoes National Park (one of the best places to see gorillas in Africa) for Rwanda safaris, visitors can choose between road and air transport options. The road journey from Kigali covers approximately 116 kilometers and typically takes 2-3 hours, passing through the vibrant city of Kigali and offering scenic views of the Rwandan countryside with its local villages, rolling hills, and lush greenery. On the other hand, travelers can opt for a quicker air transport option, with a flight from Kigali International Airport to the nearest airstrip to the park in Ruhengeri taking around 30-40 minutes. From the airstrip, ground transportation can be arranged to reach the park entrance or accommodations nearby.

Both road and air travel provide unique experiences to explore Rwanda's diverse landscapes, offering travelers the chance to embark on a joyful road trip or a swift flight to one of the best places to see gorillas in Africa. Volcanoes National Park, situated in the northwest of Rwanda near the borders with Uganda and the Democratic Republic of the Congo, lies within the Virunga Mountains, known for their volcanic peaks and rich biodiversity. The park's coordinates are approximately 1.5000° S latitude and 29.5000° E longitude, showcasing its stunning location and serving as a habitat for the endangered mountain gorillas.

Despite being thousands of kilometers away from the United States and Europe, Volcanoes National Park continues to attract visitors worldwide seeking to witness the Rwanda safaris including gorillas and wildlife safaris. The park's central position in the Virunga Mountains offers a unique opportunity to observe these incredible creatures in their natural environment, making the journey from distant locations well worth it for unforgettable gorillas and wildlife safaris in Rwanda's breathtaking landscapes.

Volcanoes National Park features a tropical rainforest climate with varying temperatures across its lowlands and highlands, experiencing warm days that transition to cooler evenings. The park follows distinct wet and dry seasons, with the dry season being optimal for gorillas and wildlife safaris year-round. The park's diverse ecosystems span 4 vegetation zones, ranging from bamboo forests at lower altitudes to afro-alpine at higher elevations, supporting a variety of wildlife species, including mountain gorillas that feed on bamboo shoots during the rainy season in the lowlands.

Accommodation options at Volcanoes National Park cater to various preferences and budgets, ensuring visitors can find a suitable place to stay during their gorilla trekking adventure. Luxury lodges offer spacious rooms, gourmet dining, and top-notch amenities, providing a luxurious retreat with stunning views and personalized service. For budget-conscious travelers, mid-range and budget accommodations like guesthouses, bed and breakfasts, and campsites near the park entrance offer comfortable and affordable lodging options, fostering a cozy and authentic experience in the natural surroundings of Volcanoes National Park. Examples of lodges include Bisate Lodge, Sabyinyo Silverback Lodge, Virunga Lodge, One&Only Gorilla's Nest, Amakoro Lodge, Mountain Gorilla View Lodge, Gorillas Volcanoes Hotel, Five Volcanoes Boutique Hotel, Le Bambou Gorilla Lodge, and Da Vinci Gorilla Lodge, among others, providing a range of accommodations for memorable gorillas and wildlife safaris at one of the best places to see gorillas in Africa.

#Gorilla safaris #Best places to see gorillas

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luvingmyships · 2 years ago

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Kitana Kai has always been the kind of girl too really not care what people thought of her. She’s always been the best at what she did.Academic's, sports, and serving looks, and having a great alluring personality that brought people in, especially all the the boys to the yard but in many of causes it didn’t work out with them.Commitment was the farthest thing from her mind. She liked going out partying/clubbing (possibly illegally)and meeting new guys and always been upfront with her intentions ,and it didn’t change when her dad kinda uprooted her life, and moved her too her homeland of japan where she’ll be collecting another trail of tears.

Hello to all who open up my work. This is one of the first stories I’m attempt to write my best, and I’m very open to critics lets just not be mean about it. In this story the main character is multi-racial, Japanese and Afro-Latina, is identity is what makes her HER. she’s fun, flirty, and also young women that makes a lot mistakes and helps her growth. I haven’t really seen many Haikyuu stories with a black women, and I took my chance to make one, Thank you <3

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Kitana Kai

The thing about me is that I didn’t choose hoe life; it chose me. I wasn’t one to settle down in relationships. I’m young and hot, and I didn't want to limit my options, so in the meantime, I like messing with guys and their emotions. Sure, it might be a little immature, but I’m just giving them a taste of their medicine. Sometimes if they interest me enough, I might give them an inch. I like clubbing and going out and having a good time, and until now.

Some might say me being this way has something to do with both of my parents not being around. It’s not that they're dead; they are absent from my life more than I would like, and this is how I want to feel the void of it. My mom has been excluded from my life for the past fifteen years, and she cheated on my dad with a younger guy. The guy eventually left her, which led her into deep desperation is where my grandparents had to raise me. We had to come back to America from Japan because they thought I should see the other half of my family. My dad always tried to be there for me, but things were always getting in the way, working full-time and being a graduate student in engineering took a toll on him and his ability to care for me. It got better when he got his degree and had an excellent job waiting for him. While I was living with my grandparents for most of my adolescent life, my dad flew me out to see me about thousand times to spend the summer months with him and his new wife; and they also came to see me when they were able to, which made me feel seen as a child. My dad didn't have full guardianship because my grandparents wanted to. I reminded them of my mom, and my dad thought it was the most feasible thing for him to do.

My family is a little different than most because my mom is Afro-Dominican, and my dad is Japanese, not a combination you would see every day. However, they initially tried to raise me in the best of both worlds. Unlike most black biracial people, I had darker skin than most, which I had gotten from my mother. Born in Japan, having darker skin than the majority was the easiest; the only thing my father passed down to me was his eyes, where people could tell I was of Asian descent. I spent the first six years of my life in Japan, consumed by its culture; it became my first language. However, I'm still pretty proficient in Spanish and English, which made my dad think I was a prodigy to transition through them, which boosted my ego into the bad bitch I am today.

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The plane was closer to landing. Although Kitana was already ready to fly out of her seat to get them off, she had enough of the guy sitting next to her “accidentally” bumping and rubbing against her leg with his own. He thought he was so slick, looking at her sheepishly. She was ready to slap the shit out of him but risking the no-fly list was not something she wanted to do. God give her patience. She was on this plane now, landing in Japan because her grandparents thought it was time she got the chance to live with her father before she began college.

When the plane landed, Kitana stood up to get her to carry on, and the guy stood way too close, waiting to get his eyeing her up and down like he was sizing her up to see if she was a challenge.

“Do you need any help getting your luggage down, ma’am?” he asked her, already trying to reach for it, but Kitana had already snatched it down fast before he could intervene.

“No, I’m good,” she said, glaring at him rolling her eyes hard and making it down the pathway of the plane to get off. As if he had a sliver of a chance with her looking like he was fighting his receding hairline, a mortgage, and struggling to provide for his family of five.

When she made it to the airport, Kitana was already getting weird stares from the people in the airport, which she understood. She’s a black person in japan. In this country, most people wouldn't have seen black people in real life if it wasn't for television and the internet. Also, she looked confusing to most people in Japan. She had a prominent Asian feature with her eyes, but her brown skin, textured hair in a vast pineapple puff on top of her head, full lips, and slim, thick fat ass made people do a double-take, which the majority in japan does not have. Japanese beauty standards tend toward light, flawless skin, a slim, petite figure, slender legs, and a quiet personality, which Kitana did not possess when she had to speak her mind.

She tried to scavenge her dad in the sea of people that filled the airport; it didn't help that she was only five-four, so that didn't help the cause of trying to see over people's heads, so she just called her dad instead while grabbing her suitcase from baggage claim.

“Dad, where are you? I landed, and I don't see you?” Kitana said, pulling her heavy-ass luggage towards the escalator to a lower level, her piercing over the sea of people.

“ Baby, I’m on the lower level. I think I see you and your pineapple hair,” Kitana's father, Haru, said, laughing in her ear like he said the funniest thing ever. “Daddy, what did I tell you? It's called a puff; you've been with a black woman and got a black daughter and still don't know what a whole puff is with that big brain,” she said, finally getting off the escalator.

“Sweetie, you know I’m only playing with you,” Haru said, still chuckling while surprising her from behind and shocking her with a hug.

“Dad, I missed you so much; it's been too long, you know, not to sneak up on black people like that,” she said, laughing into the hug and squeezing him tight, not wanting to go because he was always there to confront the person. They started walking out of the entrance of the airport.

“I missed you too, Koibito. I’m glad we can finally be together as a whole family now; Aika and the kids are very excited to see you again, he said, to which Kitana wasn’t very surprised. Her step-mom Aika loved as if she was her daughter and would send goodies over the sea to America, and they talked on the phone almost twice a week more than she did with her father. Her little brothers also made sure their presence was known every week with FaceTime calls which she loved though it was a bit excessive. They were middle schoolers, so it's not like they had many people to call though it was appreciated.

“I’m excited to see them too, and I can’t wait to eat okaasan food. I know how she likes to make a feast every time I come around.”

“Yeah, I know she already started preparing in the morning, I just wanted to taste a little bit of it, and she hit me; also, we're not going straight home just yet. I know you're tired, but I have to pick up some important documents and items from my school, and you're going along,” Harui said while putting her luggage into his car.

“And here I thought I could just rest after my 13-hour flight,’’ Kitana groaned as she got in the car. “Don't worry, you’ll be able to rest later; it's not too far, and well, definitely make it in time for dinner.”

Kitana and her father made it out of the airport and on the ride to their first destination. They talked about her life back in America. She was at the top of her class in academics. She was a fantastic athlete in volleyball; she took her team to championships twice. She was a very accomplished person for where she was; her uprooting to live in Japan just changed the flow of everything. It's something she has to get used to. Her dad reassured her that she would do excellent even in the new environment; she would thrive.

They pulled up to Shiratorizawa Academy, a private high school in Sendai, the capital of Miyagi Prefecture. Her father teaches a couple of classes throughout the day, besides being an engineering professor at one of the nearby schools' colleges. Since the entrance exam is challenging, most students get accepted by studying hard or through sports scholarships. However, Kitana cannot attend since her father teaches, and since she has yet to take their entrance exam before her first year, it was never going to happen. So instead, she would attend Karasuno High, located in Miyagi Prefecture; it’s a bit farther. But her dad promised her a car when she came here, so it will not be a problem.

Looking out the window, Kitana saw a massive group of boys running in the same uniform, purple practice shirts, white shorts, and a zip-up jacket about half a mile away from the school, piquing her interest. They were all tall, so she guessed either basketball or volleyball for their sport of choice. They all turned to face her as the car was driving by, and she examined them, and they all looked cute to her, but the one that caught Kitana's eyes was in the front leading the run. The number on his back was number one. He was fine and had permission to get in her drawers whenever he wanted. He would tower her by a lot, she was only 5’4, and he looked above 6 feet. He had a nice lean-bulky body that Kitana wouldn't mind climbing. Unlike the rest of his team, He turned to look at her with an automatically resting bitch face that and stoic statured. Kitana stared right back at him and winked directly as they passed him. She had a thing for men like that. It was kind of her toxic trait.

When the school came into her line of sight, she was impressed with how big it was and how the building was structured. It did look like they prioritized sports in their school. There was horseback riding, tennis, and a soccer field outside. They had two separate outside gyms for the girls and boys where basketball and volleyball were practiced and played. She wouldn't have minded attending this school and joining the volleyball team; she saw reports on how both genders of the school dominate the sport of volleyball. It ranked 8th in the whole country. Who wouldn't want to be a part of that? But it's okay because no matter where she goes, she will dominate the team.

Kitana's father parked the car near the school and followed suit out of the car with him, and she was too nosey to explore the school. The sun and warmth felt great on her being outside the cold ass plane.

As Kitana and her father were making it towards the school entrance, the boys finally caught up and gathered at the front of the outside gym building, all trying to catch their breath. Their arrival brought out an older man in a tracksuit replica of their uniform, walking up to the somewhat middle-aged man supporting a buzz cut and glasses. Kitana was trying not to look, mind her business, or get in the building until her dad switched the route they were walking in and thought it was okay to get the older man's attention.

“Hello, coach Washijo is still working my students to the core, I see,” Haru says as he approaches closer to the coach and his team; they all seem too fixated on the person behind him.

“Well, how else do you think the team will get to the championships if they're not pushed to their limits? I'm not here to babysit. I'm here to train winners,” Coach Washijo said, already getting sidetracked on his plans for the team. While that conversation took place, it gave the team a chance to look at Kitana, and they were perplexed by how attractive she was. Her hair was pulled back in very neat flat braids that exposed her beautiful face with moles and freckles scattered, lips perfectly full with gloss coating them. Dressed in a light grey zip-up hoodie and grey-fit seamless athletic shorts that exposed her smooth brown legs glistening in the sun gathered the majority of the attention from the boys and the people passing by. The only gaze Kitana did not mind was the captain, who was much cuter closer up. He had dark olive-brown hair, matching hazel-green eyes, and a stoic expression, which was pretty intimidating. He has a large, muscular yet lean build and is relatively tall. His eyes moved up and down Kitana's body thinking he was slick with his glances until he met Kitana’s, who was already looking at him. She caught his eyes before making sure he knew she was slowly checking him out and gave out a dimpled smile when a blush formed on his face, which caused him to look away.

“Sensi Kai, are you gonna introduce us to the foreigner hottie that's behind you,” a voice said that pulled Kitana out of her trance, and her eye zeroed on the tall red-headed boy thats she could automatically tell had a goofy vibe about him, that just automatically made her laugh; her dad’s face turning completely red didn't help anything.

“ Satori, I would appreciate it if you reframed from using any of those unrefined comments on my daughter,'' Haru said, responding Grimley to Tendo, who also received a solicited glare from his couch.

“Well, daddy is not like he lied about me being hot cause I am most definitely not a foreigner but thank you, though,” Kitana responded in Japanese, which put the team in a state of shock that brought a deep belly laugh from the coach which was a lot more shocking than anything. This was the first time they heard it, and the man barely smiled.

“Kitana,” her dad said, not liking the sound of his daughter expressing how she looked hot, especially to these little foul-mind boys. Kitana looked away for a second to escape the glare her dad was making sure to give her, and the boy that misspoke received the same glare from his coach, to which he automatically apologized.

“And Tendo, one more word out of you, the whole team will be running another extra lap,” the coach said, which had the rest of the team looking at the redhead, daring him to say another word out of pocket.

“No need, it's fine, I'm not offended at all,” Kitana says, trying to get the heat off of him and the attention back to her, on which she succeeded because there the boys go again, checking her out. She didn't, especially from the green-eyed boy that was just carefully observing her with a slightly intimidating reactionless manner about her. Like he was disinterested in this whole ordeal and was wasting time.

“Anyways, this is my daughter Kitana. She just came from America today and will stay with me until she graduates. The funny thing is, my baby is also an amazing volleyball player, with a lot of champions under her belt,’’ Haru said, beaming with an endless amount of pride, causing Kitana to shield herself from the embarrassment of her dad always bringing this topic up in front of people.

“Really, in what position” the old man's coach said, not convinced that a person of Kitana's small-statured was a remotely great player. She didn’t like being doubted by anyone and was already catching an attitude.

“Yes, really, I was captain of my team before the move as a setter, but I was occasionally a spiker, and I can assure you that my dad isn’t wrong; I’m a winner and am the best at what I do,” Kitana said looking at the grumpy old ass old man with her arms crossed in a challenging way.

“Well, in that case, why don't you join us for practice today.”The other younger coach said, intervening before anything else could be said between them. Kitana wanted to decline because she didn’t prove herself to these men, but her dad beat her to a response.

“She’d love to. I have a few things to grab inside from my class anyways so you can join them, hon” Giving her a little forehead kiss and pushing her towards the group before leaving her with a wave.

“Well, I’m joining you guys for a minute. Let's see how great you are,'' Kitana says, turning her attention back to the team and giving them a dimpled smile that made most of them weak in the knees. They all filled into the colossal gym and started getting paired off for warm-ups and passing drills, and Kitana got paired off to number eight on the team. A first-year boy that was kind of adorable. He looked about 5’11 with a medium build, and his most notable attribute was the back bowl cut that he was wearing. He introduced himself with a fit of stutters as she took her jacket off, revealing the grey backless sports bra she was wearing underneath,also revealing the tattoo placed on her spine near her neck were two koi fish in Ying -Yang and going down the spine in Japanese Kanji had the saying “ a montage of love”. Kitana was big on tattoos, other than the one on her back she had a vine of flowers under her left under boob. Two butterfly tattoos on her head that she shared with a friend and the back of her right ear two small tattoos of the sun and the moon with tiny stars.

“I-um,’’ He squeaks when he tries to speak, so he clears his throat before restarting, “Goshiki!” he says so loud, sticking his hand out that all the other boys were snickering because of it, Specially that red-headed one from earlier.

Kitana rolled her eyes at them and shook his hand. “Well, hello, Goshiki, I don’t know if you heard earlier, but I’m Kitana. It’s nice to meet you. Looks like I’m your practice partner for today’’ She says, smiling up at him, causing him to blush. Seeing a pretty girl this up close that smelled amazing and had the potential to be a great volleyball player was the highlight of his week.

He stood there for a second just taking her in without blinking. “ Are you good in there my guy” she says, laughing a little, taking him out of his trance, getting a little closer with the ball in hand.

“Umm- yeah, yes I’m good, I just thought your tattoo is pretty cool. Did it hurt? Wait, did your dad allow you to get that? Are those the only ones you have? I’m sorry I’m asking too many questions.” Goshiki replied nervously, fingers running through his bangs,panicking inside a little, believing that the questions were a little intrusive to her. But he was just curious, no one he knew had a tattoo. Usually the people are very discreet, with keeping there’s hidden. but here’s this girl, not caring, having her back out in display with it, decorating her spine, which all just made her a whole lot more appealing than she already does.

It seems to be that the other players were in agreement with his internal thoughts, with her facing him. He’s able to catch them, with they’re envious sneaking peeks.Tendo, wasn’t even trying to hide it . All a bit shocked by her back exterior. Even the coaches.

“ No, you’re good, I don't mind the questions. Yes, my dad knows, about it he’s the one that paid for it as a birthday present and my overall accomplishments. But since I was 17 getting it, I needed my grandparents permission. I can’t lie,Yes, it hurts a bit. And also yes, I have three other more” she says, giving the ball a little dribble.

“Really?? where are they” He says catching the ball passed to his eyes spreading all over her body to see the different inks.

“Well they’re in secret places, can’t really show unless you want to get really close and personal” she says teasingly this boy was easy. His cheeks started to get red and flustered.

“ It's a joke, what position do you play?”

“I’m a winged spiker, but I will take Ushijima's spot and be the ace of this team,” Goshiki says excitedly, starting the passing drill with the ball where they pass to themselves at first and then backward pass to their partner.

“Winged spiker, okay, we love to see it. I was one alsoe; I still am, actually, but I’m a setter for most of my games. Since you're not the ace, who’s this Ushijma that is' ' Kitana says while hitting her pass backward.

“Shirt # 1, he's the captain of our team. He plays as a wing spiker and is the team's ace. He was the number one ace in Miyagi Prefecture and ranked among the country's top three aces.,” Goshiki says, catching the ball, head nodding towards the direction of the net where there was a three-person practice happening with striking, which involved the talkative red-head who was #5, #10 who seemed to be lecturing him about something, and then # 1 who turned out to be the fine ass stoic guy who she was checking out, now she was continuing to do.

“ We’ll dame he’s pretty hardcore, skill level is amazing too, and kinda cute is he in a relationship” Kitana said not one to beat around the bush when she wants something, and for right now, her eyes were set on the captain.

“Cute??” Goshiki says almost missing the ball, in which he had hit the receive harder than he should have,perplexed by the words that just came out of her mouth, and her boldness.Ironically the ball ending up near the foot of ushijima.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#black main character #ushijima #daichi miura #coach ukai #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tōru #kotaro bokuto #love #miya osamu #miya atsumu #Karasuno #shiratorizawa

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ezra-iolite · 1 year ago

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Transpunk AU: Lady Eros of the Elysium Club / Hedonis of Night City

**MATURE WARNING: Mentions of sexual themes, drug cartels, mafia shenanigans.**

Taking place in the Cyberpunk 2077 world, Night City now serves as the battleground between the two branches of the biggest megacorporations in the world: Autobots Corporation (Autobot Co.), a military vehicle and weapons production branch of Militech, and Decepticon Cyberware Security (Cyber-Cons),a militaristic cyberware and Netrunner service branch of Arasaka.

Far below their constant war within the Corpo world, survival on the streets of Night City comes in the form of invisibility, crime or gang wars. Here, you’re either a nobody just trying to survive the constant poverty that plagues the city… or you’re somebody with a gun and a plan. Edgerunners and gang leaders are the wealthiest of the lower classes, wealthy enough to be noticed by the many Corporations high above them in their towers and skyscrapers. Therefore, if you’re a denizen of Night City and you wish to live a better life… Your best option is to “chrome up” with some cybernetics, grab a gun, and make your name known across Night City.

Asya Mutheru: Mafia Don, Pop Idol and the Mistress of Ardor

Also known as:

(Publicly) Lady Eros, Don of the Eidolon Ghosts mafia

(Singer persona) Hedonis

Creator of the Aphrodite’s Touch hormonal pills, a.k.a; the Red and Blue A.T drugs

(Voice Claim/Music Style as Hedonis: https://youtu.be/onzf3dyYGRI?t=30 )

Appearance:

Has “chromed” legs that change between high heeled, mid-thigh high boots of shiny silver, to feline digitigrade legs with soft, padded paws bearing lethal claws, her main tool for her work as a Mafia Don out on the field. *

Her eyes are also cyberware, due to their unnaturally bright icy blue irises with a hint of inner rings of gold that glow in dim light and almost like neon in complete darkness, when she activates them. When they’re not used for their intimidation factor, they allow her to zoom in on things that are far away in finite detail, see through walls using heat-detection, and allow her to see in complete darkness. *

Usually has her hair in long dreadlocks with silver-striped golden rings decorating them. Other times, when she wishes to relax her hair, she’ll tie her natural wavy afro into a low ponytail, which can reach over her shoulders in length and is very poofy and volumed in its natural state. *

On a casual day or when she is performing her duties as Lady Eros, she usually wears a dark grey, turtleneck halter crop-top with a low, and very revealing, rectangular shaped cleavage-window bearing strings criss-crossing to form little heart shapes within it (reminiscent of stained glass windows), matched with an orange mini-skirt or bootcut formal pants. *

When on stage or performing somewhere as Hedonis, she wears a sleeveless mini dress made of transparent and skin-tone coloured chiffon, with white and orange glow-in-the-dark rhinestones covering the majority of her body. It leaves nothing to the imagination, but the rhinestones in rose and vine shaped patterns cover only what needs to be hidden and displays only what is risky enough to let the eyes wander, mainly to her chest and back. Her hair and face are also painted in orange streaks to match with her outfit and to hide her identity.

Personality: Asya is generally very charismatic, flirty in a very direct and hands on way, and loves to act sensual when on stage and showing off her skills and beauty. If she can be the centre of attention and be allowed to show off, she’ll be there without hesitation. And while she’s very vain and fond of her looks, she’s also kind and proud of her empire and to those who have earned the right to be called her allies. But for those she does not yet trust… They’ll be considered her toys or drug mules in the making~

When she’s working as the Lady Don of the Eidolon Ghosts mafia, she’s usually stern and focused on her work, but still savours the chance to make her prisoners break and using more enjoyable forms of torture to get the answers out of them, or to press them into becoming her loyal workers. She always has a way of getting rid of loose ends, to make sure nothing is traced back to her. And when it comes to blackmail, interrogation and torture… None dare to grow curious into her methods. But her strength lies not just in her power as a Don… but it stems from her most loyal acolytes in the mafia, the backbone and shield of her empire…

The Cerberus Guards. Through her most powerful and undyingly faithful lap dogs, she controls everything that goes on in her empire and mafia. These loyal soldiers consist mostly in the form of cyborgs and men with strength-boosting cyberware, all of whom wear wire muzzles and collars as a test to break their egos, before it becomes their symbol of their loyalty and dedication to protecting their Lady Don and those within her empire. None are the closest to Asya than her faithful Cerberus, who in turn are rewarded with cyberware, housing, high income and being the only ones seen within her office or who can accompany her in her daytime job. The Cerberus Guards are the only ones seen in public and as a representation of the Eidolon Ghosts, who in turn are tasked in protecting the great singer “as an olive branch from the Lady herself, to show that not all mafias desire destruction”, all to hide her true identity as being the same person.

And luckily, her night life is well hidden not just under her club... but in a more secure backup location that serves as the true heart of her empire... the Olympian Underground. Not a single soul has ever been able to find it so far, as no one but Asya herself, her Cerberus Guards or one of her Cerberus chauffeurs have access to it, where right after their minds and every form of GPS in the car and phone techs will be wiped of the last hour to ensure they never remember where it is, even if they merely stop far on the outskirts of its actual location...... Not even her most faithful Ripperdocs, Elbent or KO, know about it.

As Hedonis, she’s publicly seen as nothing more than a celebrity prostitute, but instead of feeling the pressure of the public trying to put her down and humiliate her, she thrives off of that kind of hate out of pure spite to feed her ego. The more negative comments she gets, the more fuel it adds to the fire of her passion for her work. There’s no greater feeling to her than the thrill of making a music video that pushes at the boundaries of comfort, that shows a deep message under the guise of it being merely “about sex and drugs”, when a more observant eye can spot the meaning beneath the Eros and glamour. When out and about, her Cerberus Guards pay her no mind while serving their duty as bodyguards to the singer… allowing her to playfully touch, nuzzle or mock them to show how little they care about her. But behind closed doors, she always shows how thankful she is to them and their perfect performance~

Under the mask of the sensual leader and performer, however.... she's deeply afraid that one day she will be hunted down by an Edgerunner, who will come to bring her empire crashing down, find her sanctuary, and kill everyone under her protection... when all she dreamed and hoped to achieve was to merely provide a safe haven for those like her or those who needed her.

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Sex, drugs and music fuel Asya’s career and life, where at night she works as both a stage performer within her own night club, Elysium, and as the leader of the Eidolon Ghosts mafia that protect it and the area of Night City that surrounds the club.

Only those closest to her and who work with her intimately in the heart of her business know her real name. For beyond the walls of her night-bound fortress, she is known only as the pop idol Hedonis, one of the few singers able to avoid the paparazzi due to her well organized and massive amount of security personnel who also guard the underbelly of her fortress, known only as the Cerberus Guards… Which works in her favour, as she uses her stardom to find her most loyal fans or merely those who are desperate enough to be her silenced couriers, mules and lackeys (silenced due to the blackmail of a timed virus bomb in their cyberware, which will go off and kill them if they do not obey the singer and finish the task on time) and deliver her most precious gift alongside the most skilled members of the Eidolon Ghosts throughout Night City…

Aphrodite’s Touch, or the Touch of the Goddess… Otherwise known by its street name, Red and Blue A.T’s.

Her medicinal drugs are known to be the only form of affordable gender affirming care, with the safer and more well known option being only available to those with the wealth of a Corpo. But with Asya’s pill version of HRT, even those barely able to afford their rent can gain their male (Blue A.T’s) or female (Red A.T’s) hormones and not risk losing their physical energy or libido as a result of the gradual and welcomed change. However… the risk comes from this lack of loss in their energy, as instead it boosts the libido of the drug taker, which Asya profits from through her club’s surface level underground business… Elysium’s brothel. THIS is how Asya gains the other half of her vast income, and why no one has yet to be able to take down her empire, due to it being an intoxicating escapism obsession for the lowest class of Night City… the only way a person can truly find joy and safety in such a society.

This drug, that even Asya takes to aid in her transition into a woman and with the energy needed for her music career, alongside her famous brothel, are the reasons why Asya is known to the public as Lady Eros.

Her closest allies are as follows:

Dr. Elbent - Former Trauma Team International paramedic, turned Ripperdoc for the Eidolon Ghosts, protected ward of Lady Eros

Dr. KO (Knockout) - Lady Eros's personal Ripperdoc

Vernie (Verglaust) - Cyborg experiment and former soldier of Militech rescued by Elbent, joined the Eidolon Ghosts and became Asya's personal guard/Cerberus lap dog.

Breaker (Breakdown) - Head of Security, the Big Brother eye on every single Cerberus and their whereabouts... alongside their immediate disposal at the first sign of disobedience or possible betrayal. Spares no expense or a single chance at someone possibly betraying them.

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