#my time has COOOME

[galentir]

Happy Halloween from three friendly night creatures! 🐺🦇👻

[stormysunday9]

I couldn't resist Tee's sweet face anymore...

Some 18+ smut, mostly fun and fluff.

Nine to Five

Things had been challenging with Joe since the season started. Being able to come back after his injury had set him into a level of locked in focus that I was not previously familiar with. Despite being together for the last year, the last couple months had taken a toll. Most days I felt like an accessory in his life. He'd let me know when he needed me for something, but I knew better than to bother him without invitation. I admit, I wasn't at my happiest. But I hoped once he got comfortable being back in his groove, he'd turn back into the charming guy who had made great effort to win me over a year ago.

One thing we still did together were the bi-weekly O-Line dinners. Whoever was available from the Bengals offensive line would get together every other week for dinner and drinks and some social time where football wasn't the prime focus. It was good for the guys, and it was one of the few things that wives and girlfriends were included in during the season. If the guys were winning, we'd sometimes take it to a restaurant and rent out their party room. If they weren't, it was often better to avoid a public setting, and one of the players would host at their home. This week we were heading to Andrei's, and I was looking forward to it because his girlfriend Logan was the WAG I was closest to. She was super down to earth, and had her own vibe that wasn't just "girlfriend of football player". Her and Andrei had an amazingly strong and healthy relationship.

Joe came down the stairs right on time and asked if I was ready to go. I think those may have been the first words he'd said to me all day. We got in his car and headed to Andrei's. He told me about some of the tape he'd been watching that afternoon, and the way he thought it would be useful for Sunday's game. I could tell he wasn't really looking for me to participate in the conversation. He did look over at me and smile when we stopped at a red light. That was nice, I thought. Then immediately thought: wow the bar sure has lowered! as I internally rolled my eyes at myself.

The gang was already laughing and chatting when we arrived. It was a smaller group tonight. We took the empty chairs across from Tee and Ja'marr, and I quickly joined in the conversations. It was nice to have people to talk to. Supper was fantastic and I helped Logan serve dessert. "You good, babe?" She asked me when we were alone in the kitchen. "Ya, why?" I asked, confused by her sudden question. "I just haven't seen you and Joe say two words to each other all night." she clarified. "Oh that. Ya, that's just kind of how it is now, you know, football and all."

She gave me a questioning eyebrow raise. "No, I don't know I guess. Andrei plays football too. But he still talks to me during the season."

I laughed. "That's fair. I dunno, I guess Joe's just wired differently...". 

Andrei walked into the kitchen then, ending our conversation. "Where's my pie, mama?!" He asked Logan, wrapping his arms around her waist. She rolled her eyes, "it's coooming, and it'll be so much quicker if you grab some plates and help!"

I carried a few plates of pie back into the room and handed them out. I sat back down and let my eyes drift around the table at the cuddly couples, the happy faces, and started to think about how strange it felt to be feeling so lonely when I wasn't alone.

Joe's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I think I'm gonna head out." What? No! I'd been looking forward to this all week. 

"My guy," Ja'marr pleaded, "take a damn break, have a drink, relax. We will still play football on Sunday, I promise you." 

I took that as my opportunity to have an opinion. "I'm not ready to go yet, and Logan said we're gonna play Hey, Robot later..."

"You can stay." He said, like that should have been obvious.

"Well how am I gonna get home?" I asked, feeling my embarrassment rising with this very public display of Ways Your Relationship is Imploding. I panicked when I met Joe's eyes because I could tell he was on the verge of telling me he really didn't care.

"I'll get her home, Shiesty," Tee Higgins spoke up. Thank god for Tee. He was by far my favourite guy on the team. He'd been so kind to me since day one, and he and I shared the same sarcastic sense of humor. He was such an optimist, and just a constant ray of sunshine. He was one of those people who made you a better person just by being around him. We always seemed to be on the same page. 

Joe nodded in agreement, gave me a quick peck on the temple, waved goodbye to everyone else, and was gone.

I mouthed a thank you to Tee across the table and he gave me a wink in response. Logan slammed a drink down in front of me because I'm sure anyone within 10 miles could see I needed one, and no one said another thing about it for the rest of the evening. I finally relaxed and had some fun.

By the time Tee and I headed out to his blacked out Suburban, I had a bit of a buzz and a happily distracted mind. 

"Geezuz! Have you got a step stool?" I jokingly asked in reference to my 5'5 frame trying to climb into his massive truck. 

"No but i got these!" He bent down and laced his fingers together for me to step into.

I laughed. "Can you imagine telling Taylor you broke your hand lifting me into your vehicle?" 

"Girl you weigh a hundred pounds. I'd be impressed if you broke my nail." He chided. 

He opened the door for me and I managed the scale the vehicle on my own while he went around to the drivers side. Once buckled in, he asked what I wanted to listen to.

"I'm easy," I told him, "whatever you've already got on!"

He turned the volume up and Kane Brown's voice filled the air. I knew Tee was a closet country fan, I'm sure it was his southern boy roots. He put the truck in gear and started driving while belting out the lyrics. His joy was so infectious that I couldn't help but join in. Halfway through the song when I knew Kane was about to hit the high note, I held an imaginary microphone in Tee's face and he gave it everything he had, and missed the note by a mile.

I burst out laughing til I had tears in my eyes. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had laughed that hard. Or felt free enough to do so. I breathed out a huge sigh of relief, until I noticed we were about to get on the interchange toward home. I put my hand on Tee's bicep and he looked over at me. I looked into those kind eyes and just told him exactly what I was thinking: "I don't want to go home yet."

Tee looked a bit fearful at first. "But I told the boss I'd bring ya home safe. You know I don't wanna piss off the boss."

"You will bring me home safe! Just not yet? I swear Tee, he hasn't even checked in with me since he left. He's probably been asleep for two hours already. He literally won't even care. Just one more stop?" I pleaded.

"Well that, that makes me sad. So I guess I must fix that by giving in to your demands. Where ya wanna go?" 

I had no idea, and my face must have said so.

"Arcade?" He suggested.

My face lit up. "YES!!" 

Tee smiled, "here we go!" And cranked the wheel away from the on ramp.

"But wait!", my thoughts interrupted, "is that a good idea? With so many people?"

He chuckled, " a) it's Wednesday so it probably won't be that busy and b) I don't attract a crowd like your boy Shiesty does. We good, girl!"

Ten minutes later we were in a chaotically loud game arcade, inundated with flashing lights and dinging games and loud music being played on shitty speakers. We started at the basketball game, and as we both sunk ball after ball, Tee finally spoke up.

"Soooo why's Joe being a dickhead?"

The little bit of alcohol still buzzing through my system all but evaporated.

I groaned, "can we not? I'm having fun for once."

"Nah, it's good if you don't wanna get into it. I was just trying to understand. You're like the best thing that ever happened to him, and now it seems like he's just shutting you out. Did something happen?"

I stopped taking shots and tucked the ball I was holding under my arm. "Ya Tee, something happened. Football happened." I turned and flicked the ball toward the hoop and it slid through effortlessly. I turned back to Tee, "and if you ask Joe, transferring from Ohio State to LSU was the best thing that ever happened to him. Not me."

I felt the happiness from the last few hours wash away, reality setting in heavily.

"You better get me home." 

Tee frowned. He bent down and grabbed the long string of tickets we'd been accumulating, then tapped a 15 year old looking kid on the shoulder and handed them all to him. I watched the kid look at the tickets, then look up at Tee, and his face fill with shock when he realized who he was looking at.

Tee jogged to catch up to me and put his hands on my shoulders as he followed me back to his truck. 

"That kid knew who you are," I informed him.

"And who am I?" He asked with a glint in his eye.

I spun around to face him, letting a mischievous grin spread across my face, and said "you're Tee fucking Higgins!!!!"

He let out a sound that was a mix between a laugh and a yeehaw and galloped back to the truck.

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I slipped into the house quietly and was greeted at the door by my black cat, Sir Purr. Joe hated that I had named him that. I tried to explain that he's a black cat, and I didn't have the foresight to know I would one day be dating a Cincinnati Bengal while Sir Purr still lived. And I stand by the fact that it's a great name, regardless of its mascot implications. I went up the stairs to the bedroom to grab some pajamas before heading down the hall to wash up. Joe was sleeping soundly, as expected. He looked so perfect, and so peaceful, and I suddenly had a big pang of guilt in my stomach for having so much fun without him tonight. I promised myself to try harder tomorrow to be what he needed me to be. I laid down on the couch and grabbed the big snuggly blanket off the back of it and tucked myself in. I didn't want to wake him, I know he takes his sleep seriously. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, the noise of the arcade still ringing in my ears. 

I woke up with a start to the unmistakable feeling of someone standing over me.

"Sorry," Joe said, realizing he'd startled me, "morning."

I sat up a bit and stretched. "Good morning, did you have a good sleep?"

"I did. How come you slept down here?"

"It was late, I didn't want to disturb you. You ready for Yoga later?"

The practice facility was hosting a yoga class for players and their families and Logan and Andrei had asked us to go with them. I could immediately tell by the look on Joe's face that he'd forgotten. He started apologizing, saying that coach had sent him some new tape. I told him it was fine. It was the norm at this point. I texted Logan to let her know Joe was bailing but to still come pick me up. 

When we got to the facility, Tee was waiting. 

"Fifth wheel reporting for duty!" He joked with a big smile on his face.

"oh is that why you're number five?!" I playfully elbowed him in tthe ribs.

"Ha ha." 

"Not a fifth wheel today," Logan jumped in, "Joe bailed!" She added like it was the least surprising thing that could have happened.

Tee gave me a look of pity. 

I was happy to be pulled from the hot seat when Andrei walked up with a worried look.

"Sooo I guess I wasn't super clear on the details when I read about this and it tuuuuurns out," he paused, looking nervously at me, "that this is couples yoga....." He grimaced, waiting for the backlash.

I rolled my eyes, "you can't be serious!" I groaned.

"We're good, bestie!" Tee chimed in, "I got you."

"You literally don't have to do this," I assured him, "this clearly just was not meant to be."

"You're absolutely not getting out of this," he told me, "besides, ain't no way I'm missing Yoshi lose his yoga virginity."

I begrudgingly agreed, and the next 45 minutes made up the least serious yoga class that ever was. For a professional football player, Andrei was wildly uncoordinated. And Tee, well Tee was just too damn tall. 

Logan and I got changed in the girls locker room and met the boys in the players locker room. Before anyone could say anything, Logan said her and Andrei had to figure out some paper work with the front office and asked if Tee could drive me home. I was really starting to think Logan was up to something and she was definitely gonna hear from me about it later.

Tee was unphased by the request, "of course, my Passenger Princess," he said dramatically, while bowing to me like a goof. 

"Perfect!" Logan squealed a bit too excitedly, and then vanished out the door, leaving the two of us in the now empty room.

I leaned against the lockers while Tee tied his shoes. "I'm really so sorry you had to endure that. As soon as Yosh learns to read, man, swear he's gonna be unstoppable!"

Tee laughed. "Nah, I had fun. I had no idea you were so damn flexible!" 

"Twelve years of ballet!" I said proudly, "I felt like I was rock climbing out there though. Apparently zero percent of your body is soft and squishy!"

I had meant to be funny, but realized the underlying innuendos as soon as it was out of my mouth. And so did Tee. In any other situation I feel like the whole thing would have gone unnoticed. But instead it seemed to catch on something already hanging in the air. Something that might be a result of our bodies bending with and against each other for the last 45 minutes...

"Well you're soft and squishy in all the right places.", he grinned, standing up so he was looking down on me,  "Ain't no way any part of me wouldn't be hard with that body all over mine."

I could see the fire brewing in his eyes, and felt my own heat growing in a flush through my body. Alarm bells were ringing in every inch of my brain. I ignored them.

Tee grabbed me under my thighs, lifted me up effortlessly, pinning me between him and the wall

"Tell me to stop," he breathed into my ear.

I didn't.

Instead I crashed my lips into his, my legs wrapped around him, hands desperately grasping his scalp and the back of his neck. I let out a moan as he moved his lips to my neck, soft and playful. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this level of need, and desire. Feeling his strong hands gripping my ass, his muscular body pressed so tightly to mine...

Suddenly, there were voices in the hall and reality came crashing back down around us. He immediately set me down on the floor and I slid the rest of the way down the wall into a crouch with my face in my hands. Tee was breathing heavily above me. 

"We better go", he advised. I nodded, grabbed my bag and followed him wordlessly to his car. Neither of us spoke until we were safely inside it, behind the shroud of his heavily tinted windows.

"I'm so sorry." He spoke first. "I don't know what the fuck I was thinking." He was shaking his head back and forth, scolding himself. He looked genuinely distraught.

"Its not all on you, Tee. I was there too. But obviously it can't happen," I said firmly, even tho in my heart it felt like there was nothing I wanted more. I could barely look at him without  desperately wanting to finish what we had just started. 

I took a few deep breaths, aggressively rubbing my hands on my temples, trying to pull myself together. "I'm just not looking to be solely responsible for the downfall of the Cincinnati Bengals, ya know?"

Tee turned back into Tee for a split second, allowing himself to smile and said "well we know the defence already got that on lock!"

I laughed in spite of myself. 

I reached across and challenged my self control by taking one of his hands in mine, I used my other to turn his face toward me. "I love everything about you, Tee fucking Higgins. But there couldn't be a more obvious case of wrong place, wrong time. I'm so sorry."

His beautiful brown eyes looked so sad, but understanding. We were both adults, and neither of us were particularly keen to blow up our whole lives right now.

Tee held my hand the rest of the drive home. It felt like these were the last minutes of our lives that either of us were going to be able to live in this delusional bubble of what could have been. He gave my hand an extra squeeze as he pulled in the drive. I gave him a smile, and tried not to think about the fact this could very possibly be the last time I see him, knowing clearly for the first time exactly what I needed to do when I got inside. 

"Bye Tee, thank you."

As soon as I was in the house, I called Joe out of his office and ended things with him. I knew I wasn't leaving him because of Tee, more because Tee showed me how little I'm feeling in this relationship, and how much more there could be. I wasn't happy, and I couldn't keep pretending to be. I wanted more for myself. And deserved to one day find someone I really connected with, who I could share friendship, passion, and life with. It went smoother than I expected. Joe admitted that when we met, and he was injured, he needed a distraction, and now that he's playing again he doesn't feel like he's in the right place to have a relationship because he can't share his focus. He almost seemed a bit relieved, which was kind of heartbreaking, but also a reminder of how I had always done all of the work in the relationship, I even had to initiate the break up. 

I told him I'd be out of his hair as soon as I found a place. He apologized for being a shitty boyfriend. I said I was sorry that we didn't become what we thought we might. It was all very amicable, and he talked more in that hour then I'd talked to him all week. I didn't mention Tee, of course, because that wasn't going to be helpful to anyone. And it also wasn't going to go anywhere.

But I knew that breaking up with Joe meant breaking up with the Bengals. That was the hardest part. I missed going to the games, the team, the girls. Logan kept in touch but it wasn't the same. Sir Purr and I found a condo downtown and I buried myself in work and found love for some new hobbies. One of those hobbies, ironically, being yoga. Joe checked in a couple times, which was sweet. He was still 120 percent locked in on the game, he told me he appreciated my friendship, and for putting up with him as long as I did. He wished me nothing but happiness, and I absolutely wished the same for him. 

TWO MONTHS LATER

My phone lit up with a text from Logan. I hadn't heard from her in a bit, so was curious to see what she had to say.

They let Tee's tag expire. Detroit picked him up immediately. Now's the time babe!

Oh no!! Poor Tee. He must be heartbroken... And now's the time for what?!

🙄 To go after him, obvs! He's not under Joe's thumb anymore. You know you two were like two peas in a pod. You're also the two funniest people I've ever met. And I saw how he looked at you when Joe wasn't looking...

I gasped. She was up to something. I knew it.

You're wild. There's no way. Thanks for telling me tho. I'll send him a text to say congrats. Miss you chick!

Miss you more, lemme know how your chat goes 😉😉😉

I sat with my thoughts for a minute. I hadn't talked to Tee. He hadn't reached out, and I was too scared to. I didn't know what was said or who knew what, after everyone would have found out Joe and I had split. It was just a text though, and this was such a big deal for him. He had been one of my best friends, I had to acknowledge it, offer my congratulations. Cincinnati had a tough season, I know he loves it here, but Detroit would honestly be a promotion for him.

I typed and re-typed ten times before deciding to keep it short and simple. 

Heard about your transfer. Cincy's loss 💯, you're gonna do amazing things in Detroit. They're so lucky to have you.

I set my phone face down beside me, too scared to watch for a response. Five minutes passed before I heard the familiar ring of a FaceTime call. I knew exactly who it would be. Tee hates texting. I sat up straighter and gave the messy pile of hair on my head a little tug and straighten before pressing accept.

A beaming Tee Higgins lit up phone screen. "Hey bestie!!" He grinned

"Hey you," I replied. I was overwhelmed by the degree of feelings I was having finally seeing and hearing him again. Love, pride, joy, giddiness, and most definitely a bit of desire.... "How are you doing? I'm so sorry they didn't fight for you."

"It's all good, mama," the ever optimistic Tee assured me, "I'm excited. My time in Cincy will never be replaced, but onward and upward, right?!"

"Of course! And Detroit! Wow! They're THE team right now, you're gonna be so amazing there. When do you have to leave?" I was dreading the answer to this question...

"Two weeks." Two weeks?! I wanted to cry. But before I could try and put on a happy face and tell him how proud I was of him, he followed up with two words that made my heart skip a beat. "Come over."

"Huh? Right now??"

"Pleeeeease," he begged. God he was adorable. "I miss you. I want to see you, in person. Hear that laugh, touch those lips, hold that body..."

"Tee..." I started, feeling both hesitant and ready to jump in my car and run every red light at the same time.

"Nah, don't gimme that. I heard your 'wrong place, wrong time', so now let me show you right place, right time. I know Burrow could have ended my career in an instant, and I know if he had even a hint that I had anything to do with you leaving he also would have messed up this beautiful face. But not now, now it's Tee time, and I want that to be me and you time."

I blushed, unable to disguise the goofy grin spreading across my face. I bit my lower lip. "it is a reeeeally nice face....give me 20 minutes."

"It'll be the longest 20 minutes of my life." 

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Tee swung the door open wearing that thousand watt smile before I could even knock and wrapped me in the biggest bear hug. He seemed to squeeze every bit of hesitation and uncertainty right out of me. It was Tee, after all, and he felt like home. "Hi," I smiled up at him, completely overcome with just how much I had missed him and how happy I was to see him. 

“Come, sit,” he waved me toward his expansive sectional couch. I made myself comfortable. Tee sat down beside me. He looked into my eyes and smiled warmly. I had missed that smile so damn much. As if reading my mind, he spoke up. “I've missed you so much. And I don't wanna miss you anymore. I want you to come to Detroit with me.”

I was stunned. I couldn't speak. So Tee continued, “I know you think I'm crazy, but I'm just crazy about you. And this is a fresh start, for both of us, to be together away from here.” As he was talking, his fingers were tracing a path on my leg, as I sat cross-legged facing him. It was getting difficult to focus on what he was saying. He could see me losing focus, and I could tell he was loving the effect his touch was having. “Do you ever think about that time” he leaned in and kissed my neck, “in the locker room?” he whispered, his mouth right beside my ear. Every. Damn. Day. I thought to myself. Tee kept going, “sometimes I like to think about what would have happened next…” The heat between my legs was intensifying, I could feel my center beginning to throb with desire. I bit my bottom lip, trying to retain some self control. “Can I show you?” his voice was so smooth and sexy. 

I nodded, I'd been waiting two months to finish what we'd started. “C’mere then”, he pulled me off the couch and walked me to his bedroom. I laid down on his plush bed and he crawled in beside me. His long fingers traced circles around my belly button before he let them slip inside the waist of my panties. He quickly discovered how wet my entrance was, he looked up at me with a sly smile on his face, “so you have thought about it,” he smirked. His fingers slid inside me, and we both moaned. “You're even more perfect than I imagined,” he purred.

I kept my eyes on his gorgeous face as he watched his fingers go in and out of me. He used his thumb to massage my most sensitive spot, making me squirm. “Oh my god, Tee,” I moaned. He increased the depth of his fingers and the pressure of his thumb. I could feel my release getting closer, and it made me want him closer to me. “Kiss me”, I pleaded. He did, passionately, with his tongue exploring my mouth and his fingers exploring my insides, I felt myself give in to the ecstasy of the moment and released all over his hand. “Oh fuck ya baby,” he hummed against my lips. I pushed his shoulder toward the bed, directing him to lay on his back, slipped out of my clothes. Tee followed suit and slid his track pants off. I climbed on top of his strong body. I rubbed by soaking slit over his thick, hard shaft and watched him shift desperately underneath me. When I took him inside me, I could feel the pressure all the way in my belly. “Fuck, Tee!” I cried out in a very arousing mix of pain and pleasure. “That's all for you, baby,” he said as he dug his fingers into my hips, rocking me back and forth to the rhythm he was setting. The sex was slow, and sensual at first. We'd both been waiting so long for this moment that neither of us wanted to rush it. As the desire began to hit it's peak, he pulled out of me, making me gasp. “Get on your knees for me baby, I wanna do this together”. I obeyed, and took position on my hands and knees as he settled in behind me. As he slipped back inside me, this new position filled me with all new sensations as his tip slammed into my g-spot. He used his tattooed arm to pull me back against his chest as he continued to drive into me. Reaching around with his other arm to firmly press circles onto my slippery clit. “oh god Tee, you're gonna make me come again.” I panted. “I wanna feel it all over me baby, it's gonna make me fill you all up.” His words in my ear, his dick buried deep inside me, his fingers pinching my nipples, his thumb on my clit, I couldn't hold back any longer and felt the euphoria wash over me. He let go with the arm that was wrapped around me, causing me to collapse back onto my hands on the bed, as he slammed into me with intense force, his heavy balls slapping into me. He let out a feral cry as he did exactly what he'd promised and filled up every inch of me. 

I slumped onto my side, our collective mess dripping out of me, every inch of my body tingling. He collapsed beside me, breathing heavily. Neither of us said anything, just staring at each other with satisfied smiles plastered across our sweaty faces.

I was tracing lines of his chest tattoo while he was gently stroking my cheek, and tracing my lips with his finger when he said, "Come with me.", a pleading look on his face.

"I just did!" I joked, responding quicker than he expected. "My GOD!" He flung himself onto his back, feigning exasperation, while I giggled beside him. He rolled back to me when he had gathered himself. "All serious now? God you're trouble." He laughed. "I don't want to do this without you. I don't want to do anything without you ever again. You're my bestie, my passenger Princess, my half sized sidekick, and I want you to be my girl," he almost begged. He was so sincere, even emotional.

I turned on my back and closed my eyes, trying to think clearly. I loved him in every way a person could love somebody. And more than anything, I loved how I felt and who I was when I was with him. The best and truest version of myself.

I opened my eyes to him hovering over me, he looked like a kid waiting to look under the tree on Christmas morning. I laughed, and finally said "I mean, I guess I would look pretty good in Honolulu blue..."

Tee jumped up onto his knees and threw his hands up in the air. "Yeeeessssss babyyyy!! You'll be a straight stunna!!!! Oh my god!!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me outta bed and scooped me into his arms and swung me around the room.  I tapped my finger on his nose and  started singing Kane Brown’s Miles On It, the same song from our night at the arcade. I was dancing around the room while Tee was rolling through every single touchdown celly in his repertoire. I stopped to take in the scene playing out before me: this gorgeous, talented, funny, sexy, perfect man dancing around his bedroom in his boxers with the biggest smile on his face. I couldn't believe this was going to be my life. All the joy. All the fun. All the love. It was absolutely worth the wait. 

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My Candy Love New Gen ep. 4 Review

Here I am after finishing the last episode of MCL New Gen ready to give my honest and unasked opinion about it. Fasten your seatbelts cause we are about to start and i'm not gonna be gentle

LET'S TALK ABOUT IT...

So the episode opens with Elenda who's basically trying to drag us so bad to the Cosey Bear because apparently Castiel was serving there ( No judgement toward Elenda, i wanted to see my husband too). Unfortunately for me and her, he already had left when we showed up to the Cafe. >3>.

Seeing Lynn animated was so cute and a little bit nostalgic but nothing compared to the GASP I emitted when she started talking to Thomas and he told her he was in love with her. GEEEEZ, now i get why that kid was a pain in the ass and RUINED my pic-nic date with Tomato head, THE DOTS CONNECTED. Btw it was a very cute scene and a tribute to Iris that I hope she will show up in Thomas' route.

Moving on, inspired by Thomas' love confession, everybody starts talking about their love life (expected since the episode's name is hearts looking for love). And this is where things went horribly cringe and outrageous: Ofc i'm not talking about Elenda and Devon ( It was cute to know that she had a crush on Devon and, about him, a little peak to where the story is possibly going to lead - a busy man that works his ass off so bad for Devenementiel and has no time to date)or Amanda but about ROY and BRUNE.

Hoooooly shit, the chill of second hand embarassment that I got just by reading the interractions between these two was undescribable I swear( Elenda became basically my guide spirit: her reaction was the same i had. ). Everything was so outofcontext and nonsense that I'm actually wondering why Beemov decided it was a great idea to give space to something so....childish? I mean, we're talking about (almost) 30yo people.. and they got together because they were...desperate??????? - "Yeah with my exes things weren't doing good so we decided to date even tho we don't talk, don't touch and fell uncomfortable with each other" - COOOME ON, BFR, you guys ok? Also, I really hope that we're gonna discover something deeper about Roy (or that he's going to get a development at least) that makes him more that what i can pick up and feel from him right now: childish Gymrat fixed on pool that give us nothing. I'm genuine deluded about the way they handled this.

Moving on to JASON PART. He basically shows up when we're still talking sitted by the table. I was obviously expecting the part where he was going to be pointed out as a "womanizer" but what I DID NOT EXPECT was the reaction he had when he overhears our conversation: I felt him being sarcastic as usual but at the end i felt he was kinda....hurt??? idk if you get what i mean, he literally said he had REASONS why he doesn't want to be in full term relationship and this opens my mind to an INFINITE AMOUNT OF THEORIES

Connected to what I've read on some theories here, someone said it's because of the condition ( or the pathology) that made his hair go white...

This is a really good point but I genuine think about something else that is connected to this and the SHOCK NUMBER 2: Why Devenementiel hates Jason so much?

Apparently our "proud and superior" man with an incredible fragile ego had PLAGIARIZED the project the would have helped Devon to found Devenementiel and, because of that, he was fired and disqualified by the contest. So...first things first: PIECE OF SHIT. Secondly, I genuine would have never thought about him doing something like this and that's the reason why i don't think he did it because he wanted to but perphaps he WAS PUSHED to do so.

Another theorie said that probably he was helped by a third person that played dirty and suggested him the same project Devon did

And I have to admit that this is something very likely, but stil don't really convince me too much.

We can clearly see that Jason has a lot of money, A LOT, and by the way he has so much money i'm assuming he comes from a family that at least has the same amount of capital he has now. We got told that he was basically working as an employer (if i remember correctly) so why trying to steal something from others if you are satisfied and don't need a job? perhaps because you NEED that first place to REDEEM yourself and PROVE someone wrong at least so that.. THE END JUSTIFIES THE MEANS. That's where his family and the white hair make their part: A Dad Ceo that basically disgraced his Son because he couldn't follow or keep up with the family business or - he wasn't good enough- for the role ( and that's why the white hair, because of the stress) . Another thing that might prove this is the fact that Devon told us that he had "private investors" and...i mean, if you're broke, i don't think you can find them just by snapping your fingers and make them appear in front of you, especially when you get fired and disqualified in a competition. He could have use the "family" name and hi charisma to persuade the investors to help him found Goldreamz. And THIS leads me to the last point: Why no long term relationship? Because his family has to end with him and he's scared of the consequences that a partner can have in his life. This reminded me so much Simon from Bridgerton btw. So yeah...I might be wrong (99%) but i want to think that he's a piece of shit just because he's hurt.

His special scene was normal i guess, i love the way my candy was looking at the instagram photos be like - "i'm just studying the enemy...not doing something wrong..maybe".

In the end i decided to try for the Thomas illustration and nothing to complain about, the scene was genuine one of the most cute one in the game so fare and the ilusstration 10/10 chef's kiss and handshake by the president.

[efadefoks]

I love the common headcanon that Soap wants to introduce Ghost to his family (as one does). And I get where all the Christmas fics come from

But, but, hear me out.

Soap invites Ghost to spend some time with him and his family ✨in summer✨

They're supposed to be on leave in a few weeks and Soap just follows Lt around, whining "cooome ooon Lt, it'll be fun. It's nice and quiet place and my family is so good people. You'll like them immediately"

"And you think that the point where they like me is irrelevant?"

"Oh, no, I've told about you so much they like you already"

And you might think that they are so close it's showing but actually, no. They are just oblivious idiots in love who are afraid to confess their feelings. So Ghost is scared with this idea but he really wants to spend time with Johnny and to meet all his relatives.

"Fine"

"And you'll... Wait, what? You agreed? It was almost too easy"

"Well, it is easier to say yes, when it's you, who asks"

Johnny lights up like a lightbulb.

And so they end up together on leave in the middle of July.

Soap's family owns a country house somewhere in the countryside and has a tradition to spend some time together in summer. They conveniently have a few birthdays to celebrate.

Soap's mom lives gardening and Ghost suggests to buy her some nice plants. They spend an hour in the shop terrorising the assistant with questions and ideas (they both are not great at gardening to put it mildly). They decide on Harebells. The assistant promised the flowers will self-seed and also can be eaten, so win-win.

And they arrive at the house, meet the family and of course everyone notices how Ghost treats Johnny. (Everyone who has eyes will do it in a minutes). Soap's mother drags Simon to the garden and spends the whole day with him talking and rearranging flowers. Johnny's sisters engage him into cooking (and Simon loves it, he manages to teach them some new things too). The father of the family is a man with a strict face and thin lips, but it turns out they both have a thing for old cars and mechanical riddles. So they dedicate a few evenings to find out what's wrong with the car's engine.

The week on leave slips away.

Everybody tries to pick the right moment to tell either of them to acknowledge the feelings and do something about it. Which is a difficult thing to do when you share a room (there's only one bed but they're military, they can sleep on the rocks what's a floor for them).

So basically Soap and Ghost just spend the week gardening and enjoying the country side while dying to tell the other about their feelings. That's it, that's the whole thing

[calibabii21]

|| rock and a hard place || n.yt

pairing: idol!Yuta x black gf!reader

genre: established relationship, suggestive (?)

warning(s): horny Yuta, horny reader, a wee bit of dirty talk, Yuta of course has no filter, PDA, public flirting/borderline exhibitionism of some sort

wc: 753 words

author's note: Okayyyyy- I literally wrote this January 2, 2022, but all this talk about @multifandomslxt pulling Yuta made it resurface soooo, here's a little something while you all wait on what is to cooome~ 😘

On one of your recent outings with your girlfriends, you bought a new lingerie set. And feeling a little bratty, you decided to take a few teasing photos and send them to your man- even when he made it painstakingly clear that he'd be at one of his most important schedules to start the year.

Jimmy. Kimmel.

Him having a specific vibration pattern for your messages, he checks his phone, instantly regretting it when your risqué photos open just before the show goes live.

He tries to play it off as he sits through the entire broadcast occasionally adjusting his pants, but his efforts are proven futile as he spaces out so much that Jimmy has to directly address him.

“Yuta's been awfully quiet over there– oh, I see that enigmatic smile, what’s that about?”

All he does is shake his head, slightly flustered, “You just..caught me between a rock and a hard place.”

He chuckles glancing down at the not so hidden bulge of his pants and licks his lips to hide his secret smile. He pauses when he looks back up and makes eye contact with you, in the crowd, his eyes alight with desire.

Taeyong looks at Yuta throughout the interview, noticing his glances toward the crowd with an expression he recognizes easily, and searches for you in the mix of people before letting out a high pitched laugh.

He gives a cute, “sorry sorry,” through his fit of giggles when everyone looks at him, which seems to be enough for them laugh it off as the interview continues.

You giggle to yourself as Haechan and a few others also notice you and give Yuta subtle knowing shoves and smirks.

Finally when the interview ends, Yuta makes eye contact with you- giving a look you've received from him many a time before, and security slyly guides you to the back where you meet up with the members and greet them with an innocent, “surpriiiiise.”

The rest of your time in their dressing room is split turning to give them privacy to change into regular clothes and simply talking and joking around.

But then comes a moment where Yuta laughs at something Mark says, calling him cute and biting his lip to conceal his smile. He began taking off his tie- which of course has you looking at him with a blatant desire. Eyes tracing his face, down the length of his body.

When he notices how you're looking at him, he smirks with smug eyes and wordlessly stalks toward you. Frankly not even caring that the members' conversations have dwindled to inaudible whispers, all eyes watching the both of you.

His hands continue unbuttoning his shirt as you maintain eye contact with each step he takes toward you.

You're chest to chest at last when he says lowly, yet loud enough that everyone can hear in the now quiet room, “Did you like me suffering a painfully hard cock, on national television, while you sat there all pretty, knowing I would make a slut out of you afterwards?”

You nod without saying a word, now beginning to softly pant as he grasps your chin. His thumb grazes across your bottom lip before dragging it down, his head dipping forward so his mouth is only centimeters from your own.

“Your ass looks so pretty in the pictures you sent me..” he moves his hand to give your cheek a light pat before caressing it, “but it would be prettier all warm and deep red, marked with my handprints wouldn’t it?” He reaches behind you, clutching your ass in a tight grip that parts your folds.

Your eyes have already become heavy and flutter as your breath comes out in shallow exhales, “look at you panting like a needy bitch.” That only causes you to whimper and lean into him, wanting more of his touch. “Um–“ Haechan clears his throat, his voice sounding slightly heavy with arousal, “w-we should get back to the dorms..”

You finally snap out of your trance and peek around Yuta to see all of the members staring at you, some openly aroused- Doyoung staring with lust and envy- others avoiding eye contact as if trying to control their thoughts.

“O-Oh” you stutter with a rush of heat coming to your cheeks, “yeah um– we can leave now.” It isn't until you're walking ahead of the rest that Yuta slaps your ass, and you realize just how deep in you are.

anywayyyyy, v v short, yes, but it was really just a for fun thing I wrote to my friend back in my ult Yuta days (yes, they STRONGLY existed) but yeeeah. lmk if you guys actually want me to start writing for more 127 members 💋

*mdni banner made by ©️cafekitsune*

[wayhavenmemes]

My dear friend, have you read the Holiday Magic TWC? I really can't wait for all the new A memes cause....cooome OOON how much more can Mishka torture us like that, we literally are a walking meme at this point😭😂

me at the end of Adams route & remembering Mishka writing its not canon

*the kiss...oh my god the fucking kiss

Unfortunately, I didn't have the time to devour mishka's latest present to the fandom on the day of the release. I am playing it tonight, though!!! I am sure Mishka has fed us all once again 🍽

We are clowns 🤡 it is true. I'll hold off on the memes about this story until Monday, too. Just so everyone can have the weekend to read it, and I'll also mark those memes:

#twc holiday magic meme

For anyone who wants to block the hash tag to avoid spoilers until they read it for themselves 😊

[slamdunk-headcanons]

hello! i just wanted to let u know that i absolutely LOVEEE ur account! Honestly, u're the reason i even made a Tumblr. Ur writing is amazing, and i can't get enough of it. i really hope everything’s going well for u, and i can't wait to see what you create next.

i was hoping u could do more headcanons for Kaede Rukawa. it’s kinda sad sometimes to see only a few on ur masterlist. i totally get that coming up with ideas and finding the time can be tough, but i’m really looking forward to more of those. Also, it’d be awesome if u could make more headcanons for Akira Sendoh and Mitsui Hisashi too! Those three are MY BABIES<333, haha.

Thanks for all the awesome content u’ve made so far! Take ur time and Take care!! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

YOU'RE SUCH AN ADORABLE PERSON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Thank you so so much for this message! My heart is so warm 😍😍😍😍😍 COOOME HERE AND GIVE ME A HUUUUGGGG

I JHFGDYFDUHFGDF I get all aaaaaaaaa when someone compliments my writing because English is not my first language and I'm totally conscious of all the mistakes I make and my lack of vocabulary HELP BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH

So abut the Rukawa headcanons, I kindda direct my writing according to what people send me on the askbox. And Rukawa's requests are not that frequent (I think there's one on hold). I admit that writing for him is really tough, because I really like to write all the character in character. And Rukawa has a tough personality and I have to think A LOT when I write for him. I only started writing more for him now because I'm feeling more confident with my ability to analyse the characters to catch their essence. But still, I only feel comfortable writing for him in a scenario that he's older because I definetly cannot see him having romantic feelings during high school.

But I still have a lot of headcanons requests to write, including some personal ideas that I can write for all the characters or for a bigger group of characters. And I'll definetly include Rukawa 😉

And about Mitsui and Sendoh, they're definetly going to appear a lot here! They're two of my favorite characters and people send a lot of requests for them. But I have to admit that my askbox scenario is a bit unusual now. I used to receive a lot of Mitsui and Sendoh requests, but now, most of them are for Miyagi and Sawakita 😆 But I'm having fun to write them as well.

Feel free to send me Rukawa's headcanons requests anytime you want!

ALL THE LOVE FOR YOU LITTLE SWEETIE! thank you so much for your support! Hope you like what's comming!

Masterlist/ ASKBOX OPEN!

[paleparearchive]

The Secret to Popularity Is... Rock!?

Delacroix's Valentine 3★ 1/2 ( 1 - 2 )

Location: museum hallway (morning) ; museum entrance (morning) ; reception (morning) | Characters: Delacroix, Raffaello, Jan, Hubert, Mucha, Aoi/MC

Aoi: Good job on the production, Delacroix-kun! You made the client very happy.

Delacroix: No wonder. It's a work of art that I put my soul into. The guy who commissioned it knew rock too, so I didn't get bored.

Aoi: Come to think of it, when you handed it over, you were both talking passionately about rock.

(They eventually exchanged firm handshakes, so I guess they must have been very much on the same page.)

You've got the whole day off tomorrow, so get some rest.

Delacroix: No, I'll help ya with the museum. Ya said we got more customers after the Valentine's Day live painting, right?

Aoi: Uh? But…

Delacroix: We're shorthanded anyway, right? The other guys seem to be on a schedule, too. Hell, you're even busier than usual, right? It's times like this when ya can count on me.

Aoi: Hm… Thank you. I guess I'll ask for it then.

Delacroix: Yeah, leave it to me.

Aoi: (Delacroix-kun tends to get passionate when it comes to rock… This is how he looks after people.)

???: RAFFAELLO-SAMAAAA!~

Delacroix: Huh? What's with those voices? Are they comin' from over there…?

—

Raffaello: Welcome. You girls… You have never been to the museum before, have you?

Raffaello's fan 2: Right! We all came to see your paintings, Raffaello-san!

Raffaello: I appreciate that. Since I have some time today, I can give you a tour.

Raffaello's fan 3: Kyaaaa!~ I can't believe Raffaello-sama is giving us a tour…!

Delacroix: … What, the heck?

Aoi: Since he has been the leader in the live painting, Raffaello-san's fan base has grown even more. Fans often visit the museum, too. However, it just seems to be a bit of a challenge with even more people calling out to him on the street…

Delacroix: Amazing…

Well, Raffaello's always been popular, no wonder he's got a growin' fanbase.

Aoi: Huh, didn't you know? The number of fans of everyone who was at the Valentine's Day live painting has increased.

Delacroix: Huh, for real!?

Aoi: You didn't realize it because you had a commission, Delacroix-kun. The truth is–

Mucha's fan 1: KYAAAA!!~ Mucha-saaan!~ Good morning!

Mucha: Good morning. Fufu, you are a very energetic group of customers. However, this is a museum. Once you are inside, please be quiet.

Mucha's fan 2: Alright, got it!

Jan's fan: Jan-kun, you're sooo cute!~ Look at meee!~

Jan: Coooming~♪ Did you call me, ladies? Do you wanna play together?

Hubert: No, Jan. We were supposed to work together today, remember? If you finish today's work properly, I'll play with you.

Jan: Hooraaay!~ I'm gonna play with Bert-niii!~

Aoi: (As expected from Hubert-kun, he was quick to intervene! As usual, his guard against Jan-kun is still up.)

Delacroix: You were serious 'bout the growing number of fans.

…

—

Delacroix: The flyer was... Here. Aight, that's it.

Still, there's a lotta customers today. At this rate, I wonder if the additional flyers're gonna run out soon. I'll see how it goes a lil' more, and then I'll add some more…

Delacroix's fan 1: E-Excuse me, are you Delacroix-kun?

Delacroix: Huh? Yeah, but…

Delacroix's fan 2: Kyaaa, so cooool!!~

Delacroix: …! The hell, you…

[sashi-ya]

Can I request a calm unbothered strawhat reader and she a swordsman. That law almost went nuts cause she doesn't listen to his plans much. And oh my god I love your writings so fricking muchh😍🤩

Hi!! Of course darling! I swear poor Law is gonna burst someday hahaha, poor thing ♥ This is actually a little drabble of how I imagined myself if I was at Dressrosa so many times. Plus I wrote it in a “comical” style, so please enjoy~ If you or someone would like me to keep including the reader into the canon AU I’d love to do it! Dressrosa is by far my favourite arc ever, so I wouldn’t mind at all writing some more ♥ Thank u for your request and your kind words! ♥ ~

TW: None. Stressed Law (as always). You can see this as romantic or not depending on how you wanna read the ending ♥

WC: 692

AU: Canon AU (Dressrosa Arc)

“So did everybody get the plan?” asks once again Law before descending the ship. “Yes!”, “Uhum”, “Right” everybody assures, but not you. You were sleeping the whole day, and of course you didn’t hear Law at all. “(Name)-ya…” he asks you. “Hmm?” you ask him, already expecting to hear him shout at you. “Did you get the plan?” he asks calmly, yet with a twitching eye. “Yeah” you stand up, giving Law your Katana so you could stand up.

“Thank you, darling” you tell him, grab your sword, and stretch your arms in front of the emo doctor that’s been with your crew for a couple of weeks now. Grey eyes and big dark circles look at you, you can feel how much he hates your laid back style, as much as Luffy’s unpredictable ways.

You walk away and before descending the Sunny, you turn around and tell him “Cooome on, Torao!! Let’s have some fun, smile…”. He looks at you with pure hate and shouts -losing his calm- “I CAME HERE TO KILL DOFLAMINGO, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE FUN??!”. “Right, right. Let’s kill that bitch, then” you tell him, and jump off the ship into the coast.

Of course you didn’t follow the plan, it was too damn boring. Plus, the things should be done as they are needed depending on the consequences. Isn’t that the leitmotif of your captain Luffy?...

While swinging your katana and running away from the stupid guards and some toys over the streets of Dressrosa, you stumble upon your fellow swordsman Zoro. “What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask him. He laughs at you and points up. Luffy is hanging from who knows what and has Law grabbed with his legs.

“Da fuck are you two doing up there?” you shout, obviously laughing your ass off. “Mugiwara-ya, let me down now” he says and in a matter of seconds your senchou falls over him into the remaining floor destroyed by that funny voice stone douche. “What’s the name of that thing?” you ask, with teary eyes from all of the laughing, in between Law’s insults towards Luffy.

Law looks at you “PICA!, his name is fucking Pica. Stop laughing” he says. “I’m sorry” you tell him, wiping tears from your eyes. And then you notice he is handcuffed. “Pffff Law why are you handcuffed?” you ask him tilting your head to the side and trying to drown the need to laugh at him. Again, a twitching eye when he looks at you. “Why don’t you tell me why you are here and not where I planned you to be?” he asks, breathing hard. The shouting is imminent. Law is gonna kill you.

“Yeah… about that…” you say, confirming you haven’t even thought about the plan. “You didn’t follow the plan, right?” he asks laying on the ground. You hesitate to answer but you finally do. “I didn't” you confess.

Law is red, his eyes hold fire, twitching eyebrows, eyes. He clenches his mandible; you can hear his teeth grinding. “Mugiwara-ya?” he says calmly. “Yes, Torao?” Luffy says, completely unaware of what’s about to happen. “Remember when I told you I was gonna kill you first once I get uncuffed?” asks Law. “Mmmm” says Luffy, for real not remembering shit. “Never mind…” he says and looks directly towards you “I’M GONNA KILL YOU FIRST!!”.

You widen your eyes, perhaps looking at him with a scared expression. Yet, you don’t give a single fuck. You actually enjoy it when the doctor loses it. “Pfffff…. HAHAHAHAH” you start laughing once again and unsheathe your katana. Law looks at you, genuinely scared. You yawn, look at Zoro as if he already knew what you are about to do and then…

“For fuck’s sake (Name)-ya!!” Law shouts panting. “Ah don’t be such a pussy. You are free from those handcuffs, come here and now kill me if you dare” you tell him, winking.

“You. Me. When this is all over, we're gonna have a conversation” he says, but then gives you a side smirk and walks away with Luffy to take down his evil uncle… ♥ ~

[missamyrisa2]

A good tickle session for a heavily pregnant girl on her eight and a half months (with twins)?

Most ticklish spots: Belly, bellybutton, feet, clitty, ass cheeks and holes.

"Awwe my sweetheart. You're carrying so much, sacrificing so much of yourself to do something amazing ~ just lay back and let me give you some tickly love" ~<33 I'm such in awe of your form, my fingers ever so delicately trace up your swollen belly. "I'll be gentle, I promise~ you deserve lovey luvs more than ever with everything you're carrying~" I take a tiny supple makeup brush and flutter it on your neck playfully, drawing downwards to replace my finger idly stroking your inverted bellybutton. The brush is soft and has the slightest bit of stiffness. I thoughtfully coo and twirl the tip along your strained knot, my other hand lovingly dragging spread fingers over your belly lightly. "How does that feel? Tickle, tickle. Ticklee" I purr and whisper, searching your confirmation and humming barely audibly.

I scoot back and start massaging your feet. "Unnh. Such pretty little feet, carrying such a load. You're amazing, so beautiful and cute." I praise, rubbing your soles with my thumbs in tiny tight concentric circles. I work upwards on your sore feet and start massaging under each toe. "Does that feel good? Yeahh~ ooh I know, I know dear. It's such lovely sensations. Let me ease that stress into giggles~" I take my brush and start polishing each toe's underside carefully. "How appropriate to do some this little piggy yeah?" I giggle and plant little kisses on each toe. "Except~ it's more like this little piggy was cute and got kissy tickles, muah muah and then this little piggy was also cute and got kissy tickles, and well muuahhh we're just gonna kissy each one. Such tender soft little pillows." I flutter my brush under and between the toes as I kiss each one down the line~

My fingers dance and twitter on your legs, gently spreading them outward. "Noww now, just don't fret my pretty preggy~ I'll give your royal areas so much tickly love~" I trace up your thighs, massaging the muscles with my thumbs pressing to find those twitchy areas moving closer to your womanhood. "Oooh yes, you absolutely deserve loving tickles here, now more than ever~" I excitedly lean in and help you lift your legs so I can reach at your cheeks, slipping my palms under to lovingly grasp like royal fruit~ "Such a tickly tushy~ y'know, I think that if you bear this package it should give you free reign to take out all your stresses whenever and however you see fit on the person who saddled you with it~ but until I make that sort of thing happen, I'll instead make you feel absolutely divine~" I smile warmly, finishing my ass cheek massage and retrieving the makeup brush. I gingerly grasp around your womanhood and gently expose your royal button. "Now, let's paint you up in my favorite colour~"

With a teasing flip of my makeup brush, I start merrily painting your swelling clitty with fleeting strokes. I carefully hold and coat you with sensation, ensuring every bit of that beautiful button is probed with the ultra soft trembling touch. "Coochie coo~ how is that? You want moreee? Okay cuteness, hold on to that lovely belly and give me all your amazing laughs because I'm going innn~" I trail off, smiling knowingly as you try to endure, my brush travelling down to find your openings, giving them an artist's finest resurfacing, twirling the tool around the edges, growing closer and closer to going inside then back out to teasingly flutter back and forth. "Oooh look at your thighs shake~ awww does that feel good? Plenty more to cooome~" I sing, moving down to the next hole and giving it a similar tickly tour. I play your womanhood like an instrument, going back up to tease your button with either the brush or my thumb in little rubbies~ then back down to tease the holes one after another, sometimes staying with them and other times loving on that swollen nubby for quite a while~ "Sing me a sweet song my amazing lady ~ let's get you really quaking with a niiice deserved gigglegasm~"

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

what would online classes with Kaminari be like?

a/n: ahhhh i’m glad you asked! i love writing for this lightning bby so i gotchu, i added sero because he needs some love <3

pairings: denki kaminari, hanta sero x gn!reader

ONLINE CLASSES WITH HANTA SERO AND DENKI KAMINARI

⚡ DENKI KAMINARI  - *turns mic on, insert kaminari making moaning sounds*

let’s be real for a second, ‘kay? NO ONE LIKES ONLINE CLASSES

I DON’T KNOW A SINGLE PERSON WHO DOES

HOHO AND KAMINARI

OH NO

he despises them

he’s that kid to have the weirdest virtual backgrounds and the one to be spamming the chat so that your teacher has to disable it

he’s the kid who has his video off and legitimately cannot focus for the heck of it, but he’s really responsive in breakout rooms

but hey! at least online classes with kaminari are NEVER boring

if you turn your mic on, he can and will start moaning into it while you’re in class

if you’re trying to get your homework, he’ll try to read every single word on your papers

if you’re trying to turn on your video, he can and will pop into the room and start waving in the background

but even though he might be annoying, he’s also such a sweetheart🥺

kaminari’ll probably also be taking extra classes in front of you or next to you, so your devices are next to each other

he’ll hold your hand under the table 🥺🥺🥺

and it’s SO cute when he swings his feet back and forth in the chair like a lil’ baby and he expects you to kick back oml

he’s a weird kid but he loves you so much it’s nearly impossible to explain in words

kaminari probably doesn’t understand most materials, so he’ll definitely be that kid looking in confusion in class and going “...what the f?” 😟

he’ll text you during class, even though you guys are right next to each other how confused he 

⚡lightning mcking: WHAT THE FOCK IS GOING ON

lightning mcoverlord: ?? kaminari, love, you’re supposed to be paying attention

⚡lightning mcking: can we go to Mcdonalds after this???

lightning mcoverlord: if we go to Mcdonalds, will you finally buckle down and do your work?

⚡lightning mcking: WAS THAT A VINE REFERENCE-

and whenever he sees you stressed because of assignments, don’t worry

...

THE BTCH IS CRYING WITH YOU

HE’S SOBBING NEXT TO YOU GOIN LIKE “TF IS GOING ON BABE”

you two will both be sobbing, shaking your heads and going “i don’t know i literally don’t know-”

if he sees that you really do need comfort though, he’ll get you a hoodie and wrap his arms around you and kiss your forehead. “you’re really smart, ya know that?”

“hey, celebrate the small things! at least you got me, and i’m the handsomest all around. come on, let’s go to mCDONAAALDS”

A Child™

but really, you make him feel like he’s on top of the world. he adores you. please don’t let him go.

🖭 HANTA SERO - “you really gotta stop rehearsing saying the word here.”

EVERYONE SHUT UP I LOVE HIM

on the days that you don’t want to get up from your bed to class, he’ll be the one to drag you off your bed by the foot

“come on! it’s time to get up!”

“mmm, five more minutes..”

“GET UP SWEETIE-”

he’s definitely going to be really patient with you though 🥺

he understands the days where you’re burnt-out or just really tired, so he’ll first kiss your knuckles and tell you, “hey! it’s another good day to test your limits. if you made through yesterday and all your worst days, i just know you can make it today. cooome on baby. let’s go.”

HE WILL SING TO YOU IN SPANISH IN THE MORNING✨✨

he’s such a romantic 

expect sero to make you breakfast and put a not there on the days he’s busy on how much he loves you 🥺<3

“good morning, my love! today’s gonna be a good day, and i’m right here for everything :D”

when you’re in online school and he’s working elsewhere, he’ll video call you

every single break without fail and send you memes

a LOT OF MEMES

A LOT OF MEMES THAT JUST DON’T MAKE SENSE

but he really does want to brighten your day in anyway possible oml

OKAY BUT LITERALLY BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

he’s sweet, caring, funny, and GOOD LOOKING? LIKE COME GET Y’ALLS JUICE WTF

sero also makes sure that whenever you’re stressed, he gets you a glass of water and ruffles your hair

“you’re gonna be just fine. let’s take a break after class together, okay?you want me to doordash you some food? yeah, let’s do it, you look like you need it babe. coooome on. leeet’s go!”

he also likes playing with you hair and OH MY GOLLY

THE WAY HIS EYES SPARKLE

WHEN HE FEELS HOW SMOOTH IT IS

IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY IT’S FORKIN’ ADORABLE AND HE’S JUST IN AWE 🥺🥺🥺

in conclusion, hanta sero and denki kaminari are the best boyfriends in the galaxy. please give them some love.

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have a sexc night if you reblog, gorgeous ;) 

[fateinthestars]

At the moment I feel like the moment I vote on this either I'm gonna second guess myself and wish I'd picked someone else, or the ones I was also considering are gonna get mad at me. 😂

I kinda like the idea of 'everyone's my bias!' even if I'm not sure that's quite correct. 😆

Come on guys, persuade me, should I vote for one of you? Answer me in the order you are in the list so you aren't biasing my brain that way either!

Leon: O-ho? You really have to ask everyone who you should vote for? Surely you know that already? Spend some time with me and you'll forget the rest ever existed.

Scorpio: Shut your damn mouth you Stupid Lion! She may be a Stupid Woman but she doesn't need or want any of your shit! Bah this is nonsense. Pick who you want, like I care... is that a rabbit apple?

Teorus: Cooome on, you know you only have eyes for me, really. I'll grant any wishes you have, or would you rather time stopped for everyone but us?

Dui: I expect you're already regretting asking everyone for their opinion aren't you? I'm sure you really know what it is in your heart. Shadow Dui: And it's totally me, right?

Huedhaut: *sigh* You do realise you have only yourself to blame for the chaos in here now, right? Besides which, the answer was always obvious. No one understands you the way I do.

Ichthys: Ugh, boring! Enough with the awkward words. Why don't we just leave these guys to argue and go have some fun? I know you always enjoy your time with me.

Karno: I do not believe any of you are actually helping matters. Whatever you decide, it has to be because you feel it is the right thing to do. If you have any worries or concerns, I am always here to help.

Zyglavis: If only all of you were as serious about your work as you appear to be about this situation, everything would run much more smoothly. Although... I... well... I will not object if I am your choice.

Aigo: zzzzz... *Lou nudges him* huh? Oh... whatever. It's your choice. I can't say you picking me would be bad though.

Krioff: What do you want me to say?

Tauxolouve: I would be honoured if a little lady such as yourself was considerate enough to pick me above all others. What do you think? Can I still send your heart aflutter?

Partheno: I'd make your beauty even more beautiful. You know we really belong together. Come with me and we can - Zyglavis: Partheno!

I was intending to add more options, like- "I haven't decided yet" and "I have more than 1 biases" and "everyone's my bias!"

But it would only allow me to add 12 options😵‍💫😵‍💫

I made this poll for fun, because I missed polls🙃🙃

[ironyoftheleash]

ok babe i have some songs for ur morning playlist assuming the assignment is like. 60s/ early 70s fun groovy and consistent songs

don’t worry baby // beach boys (there's gonna be at least 3 songs from them because i love them)

what is life // george harrison

nothing in the world can stop me worrying bout that girl // kinks (a little slower and like. deeper? but fun and sweet)

i have a dream // abba (ultimate abba song sorry)

this will be our year // the zombies (also recommend she’s not there and time of the season, they don’t fit the playlist but they’re awesome)

girl, you’ll be a woman soon // urge overkill (a little intense but she's sooooo hot)

she’s a rainbow // the rolling stones (long and has a weird string part but like it's soooo <3<3<3<3)

cecelia // simon and garfunkel

oh! sweet nuthin’ // velvet underground

soul love // david bowie (low energy, young americans could also work if u want something more energetic)

if not for you // george harrison

blueberries for breakfast // mamas and papas

starstruck // the kinks

under my umbrella // margo guryan (a lot of stuff by her is very vibey and could go on here)

that’s not me // beach boys

springtime of the year // kacy and clayton

sugar town //nancy sinatra

i want to see the bright lights tonight // richard and linda thompson

que sera, sera // doris day (quieter it's just piano and vocals but very good to wake up to like literally what will be will be...)

kokomo // beach boys (ARUBA. BAHAMA. OOOOH I WANNA TAKE YA. BERMUDA. BAHAMA. COOOME ON BABY MAMA)

lmk if these work love u <3

YESSSS HOLLY OMG. OKAY fucking excellent beach boys/george/tvu/s&g recs you are so smart. I have a dream and this will be our year make me SAD so I cant put them on hte list but literally perfect songs. & Im going to listen to all the rest of these THANK YOUUUUOU <3333

[wild-sunday-child]

AAAAAAAA Happy Fluff Crawlspace!!! 🥳💖 i love how all of us still gather together during this specific time, even after the show has ended 3 years ago. so, here's a BIG VIRTUAL HUGGGG and hopefully we'd still gather here for more yearsss to cooome. ugh i missed seeing u guys on my dashboard and i really missed shamy alot. love u guys!!! <33

here are some shamy/majim twitter headers i made KDJDKDKD feel free to use 'em if u like!

[trashyswitch]

Living as an Afton

Michael recalls memories of being the idiot adolescent in the family. He spends his adolescence slightly humiliating the Afton Family and being the butt of jokes, yet grows to enjoy some aspects of being in his family.

I'm gonna start straying away from Fnaf a little bit after this fanfic, and try to get some prompts and headcanons done for a few people. But, I hope you all enjoy this fanfic.

Michael had always felt like the bullied one in his family. He wasn’t presented as the favorite, and it wasn’t hard to see which child was the favored child. And yet...sometimes Michael wonders if maybe he’s teased the most by the family because of the family dynamic he was born into. Or maybe he's treated this way because of how he acts in public around them.

He remembers when they were shopping together at the mall, and William had met up with a staff member from the pizzeria. He remembered that he wanted to make himself presentable with a silly little joke that would contradict his father’s job completely: if he likes pizza or not. He was gonna walk up to the staff member and declare that he hates pizza. The truth was, Michael actually loved Pizza and thinking he knew his father, he thought he might go along with it. But Michael never got that joke out.

Why? Well…

“The child running around with Elizabeth, is Chris: my youngest.” William introduced. “And this is Michael-”

Michael walked in front of his father. “I CAN’T STAND- OH FU-” Michael shouted as he lost his balance. Before the boy could physically stop himself, Michael had fallen into a stringed pit of kids bouncy balls that was right beside them. Michael’s body flopped right through the strings, right into the balls and knocked almost every single ball right out of the pit!

Elizabeth and Chris had stopped running and both bursted out laughing at Michael and the multi-colored balls that now bounced all around the area! William’s wife was giggling as well, and walked over to help the adolescent back onto his feet. Meanwhile, William was rubbing his forehead in utter embarrassment while the staff member had wide eyes and suppressed his own laughter. Michael had basically made a fool of both himself and his father, right in front of a Fazbear’s staff member. Not only that, but Michael had also made himself known in the store as ‘the kid who fell in the bouncy pit’. When word spread that he was the eldest from the Afton family, Michael would later be referred to as ‘Clumsy Afton’.

There were moments though, when Michael would be teased in a more positive way by his father. His younger siblings had become REALLY good at making fun of him...And because he was the older one who got in trouble for making fun of them, Michael would just take the teasing.

William and the family were taking care of some garbage bags. They had been doing some gardening and leaf-discarding as well, meaning there were a few more garbage bags than usual. William, Clara, Michael and Elizabeth (With some of Michael's help) carried a bag each up to the front lawn. By the time William had gotten his bag up, there were 2 bags sitting there already, with William and Clara watching the kids.

Elizabeth placed her bag down beside Michael’s. “Hey look!” Elizabeth declared, before pushing Michael into the garbage bags. “It’s garbage!” Elizabeth told them.

“HEY!” Michael yelled, struggling to get back up thanks to the stretchy, slippery bags.

“Elizabeth! That’s rude.” Clara yelled at her, pulling her away from the bags. William couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at Elizabeth’s joke.

Michael glared at his father. “Wow. Real nice of you.” Michael spat at him.

William lifted an eyebrow. “Aww, did I hurt Michael Trashton’s feelings?” William teased.

Michael’s jaw dropped, but only for a moment. Feeling agitated, Michael huffed and crossed his arms. “Yes. and that just made it worse.” William added.

William chuckled and shook his head, while Michael lifted up his hand to his father. “Hey Dad. I won’t tell Mom that you called me Trashton, if you help me up.” Michael offered.

William raised his eyes a little and decided to agree. Michael has been known to be a bit of a snitcher when it came down to it. So, taking any bribery to keep his mouth shut, was an opportunity you should always take.

William brought his hand over and grabbed onto Michael’s hand. He was about to lift him up, but Michael suddenly pulled him first! William yelped and fell right into the black garbage bags. “Michael!!” William yelled, grabbing him and putting him into a headlock. Michael chuckled a little, reached back and just tickled his father’s sides in retaliation. “HEHEhehey! No, stop that!” William bursted out, letting him go immediately and covering his sides. William turned himself right around to face his father and continued to tickle him anywhere he was vulnerable. “If I’m Michael Trashton, then you must be an old Snickers bar!” Michael declared.

“WAIT- GAAHEHEHEHEHEHE! DOHOHON’T TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE!” William bursted out laughing.

“Well that’s not fair! Wrestling and fake fist fights are not allowed either! I gotta fight my father somehow!” Michael argued.

“TICKLE FIGHT ON DADDY!” Elizabeth declared, jumping into the trash bags to tickle her Dad.

“EEEEHEHEK! WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOT YOHOHOU TOOHOHOHOHO!” William shouted as his armpits were attacked by Elizabeth’s tiny fingers.

Clara just giggled at the silly scene in front of her, and it didn’t take long for Clara to get Chris in on it too. “Hey Chris...Go tickle his tummy.” Clara encouraged, lifting him up and flying him over to the garbage pile. “Look out! Another tickle monster on the loose!” Clara told them, before placing Chris onto William’s belly.

“WAHAHAIT! CLAHAHARA! WHYHYHYHY?!” William asked.

“Cause it’s funny!” Clara replied. “Plus, I didn’t want poor Chris getting kicked in the face if he went for your feet.” Clara added.

“Mom! Go for his feet!” Elizabeth told her, pausing her tickling for a moment.

William pushed Michael aside and pulled the adolescent into his lap. “Mwahahaha...I’ve got you now!” William teased, before tickling Michael back. “If I’m an old snickers bar, then you must be a Laffy Taffy package.” William added.

Michael squeaked and started pushing his father’s hands away as he tickled him. “WAHAIT- DAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Michael laughed.

“Yes?” William replied.

“NOHOHOT MYHY AHAHAHARMPIHIHIHITS!” Michael screamed at him.

William just smirked at that. “Okay. I’ll go somewhere else then.” William replied before stopping. Michael happily took the break, and recuperated his breath as much as he could, before he would be tickled again. Unfortunately, Michael only got a few slow seconds before his ankle was grabbed and his shoe was thrown off.

“William...Do you really have to get Michael back? It’s cold out here.” Clara asked.

“Yes. I do.” William replied.

“Can’t you tickle him inside?” Clara compromised.

William smirked and started tickling Michael’s socked foot. “Nope.” He replied proudly.

“EEEEEP!” Michael shrieked, tugging his foot. He threw his head back and BURSTEDwith laughter! “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT MYHYHY FEHEHEHEHEET!” Michael begged.

“What’s this? Your feet are more ticklish than your armpits? What a strange conundrum.” William teased.

“YOHOHOHOHOU SUHUHUHUHUCK!” Michael shot at him.

“Like a leaf blower? Like a vaccuum? Oooor like a straw?” William teased.

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” Michael yelled back.

“Naaaah...I’ll never shut up- EEEEP!” William’s smooth teasing quickly lost its spark as William felt skittering fingers on his feet. “HAHA- Clara, d-dearest, NO!” William warned suddenly.

William was staring down his mischievous wife, who was holding his ankles and prepared to tickle them. Clara’s smile just widened more as he metaphorically cornered William into a wall. “You must choose, Mr. Afton. Get your feet tickled or perish in our lovely home.” Clara warned, bringing her voice low like a villain.

“No! NO! CLARA! DON’T DO IT!” William begged with a wobbly smile on his face.

Clara’s smirk only grew bigger before she skittered her fingers all over William’s foot. William shrieked and shook his head as laughter spilled out of his mouth like a tap on full force. His kids were just watching with smiles on their faces, while Chris was laying on William’s shirt and bouncing from William’s laughter.

“WeEeEeEeEeEeEe!” Chris exclaimed. Michael and Elizabeth both bursted out laughing at the funny scene.

Even though Michael may have been bullied and teased a little more than the rest, the Afton family still had it’s fun moments. Even though Michael has proved himself to be a clumsy idiot with a record of creating havoc, Michael was still glad to know his father was capable of being embarrassed in front of his family members.

Even if it is something as innocent as tickling…

Later on, Michael got a chance to somewhat bond with his father. He was playing a song on the record player, while he was brushing his hair in front of the mirror, the middle of the living room. Michael still didn’t know why his father would do this, but...he did happen to know the song that he was singing while he brushed his hair.

“🎶Where it began...I can’t begin to knowin’...But then I know it’s growin’ stroooong…Was in the spring...And spring became the summer...Who’d have believed you’d cooome aloooong...🎶” William sang. “🎶Haaaaaaands...Touchin’ haaaaands...Reachin’ oooutt, touching me, touching yooooouuuu-🎶”

Michael decided to join him. “🎶Sweeeet Caroliiine-🎶” Michael sang.

“BWAH BWAH BWAAAH!” William shouted.

“🎶Good times Neveeer seemed sooo goooood…🎶” Michael sang.

“SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!” William shouted.

“🎶IIIII’ve been incliiiined…🎶 BWAH BWAH BWAH! 🎶To believe they never woooould, but...now...I...🎶” Michael and William both sang.

William pointed to Michael. “Alright, alright. 🎶Look at the niiight...And it don’t seem so lonely...We fill it uuup with ooonly twoooo…🎶” Michael sang, before pointing at William.

“Really?” William reacted.

“Yeah! Go!” Michael told him.

“Okay. 🎶And when III hurt...Hurting runs off my shoulders...How can I hurt when hooolding yoooouuu?🎶” William sang, walking up to his wife and holding her hand. “🎶Oooooonne...Touching ooooonnne...Reeaachin’ ooouut, touching meeee, touchin’ yoooooouuuu!🎶” William sang to his wife.

“Awww, Will…” Clara cooed.

“🎶Sweeet Clara-liiiine…🎶” William sang, adding her name within the name Caroline. Clara giggled at this.

“BWAH BWAH BWAAAH!” Michael shouted, completely ruining the gushy moment.

“Michael!” William shouted back.

Clara just bursted out laughing at Michael. “🎶Good times neveeer seemed sooo gooood…🎶” Clara sang.

“SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!” William and Michael both shouted at once.

Clara laughed yet again. “🎶III’ve been incliiiined…🎶 -BWAH BWAH BWAAAH!” Clara sang, before shouting the trumpet part as well.

“YEEEAAAAH!” William and Michael both cheered as Michael ran to them both. “🎶To believe they never would...oh...nooo, nooo…🎶” William and Michael both sang to Clara.

“Awww! My sweet boys!” Clara cooed, cupping one cheek on each of the boys.

“Mooom!” Michael whined, not liking the childish coos. Clara giggled and removed her hand.

“Staaawwwp...You’re making me blush.” William complained, pouting like a child.

Clara giggled and tickled his side in response. "Aww, poor baby." Clara cooed.

William yelped in surprise and threw his hands in front of him. “Noooooo, don’t you dare.” William warned.

Michael chuckled and tickled him too. “I dare.” Michael announced to him.

“NOhoho! Evil!” William reacted. William started pointing to the both of them. “Evil, evil, evil.” He whined.

“Oh? How evil?” Clara asked before squeezing his side.

“Very eVIHIHIL! STAPIT!” William laughed, waving his hands around.

But Michael just squeezed his other side. “Not as evil as me, I’m sure.” Michael teased.

Clara lifted an eyebrow and smirked. “Is that a compliment? Or a challenge?” Clara asked her son as she squeezed her husband’s side a few more times. William started wiggling away, and whimpering with titters in between.

“Both.” Michael replied proudly, squeezing his other side a few more times.

William finally wheezed and breathed in to let out his laughter. “STAHAHAhahap!” William giggled.

“Truce?” Michael offered her mother.

Clara looked at William’s flustered and giggled state. “Perhaps a partnership?”

“Oooooh!” Michael reacted, growing interested. “Okay.” Michael replied before he shook on it.

‘Wait, WHAT?!” William shouted.

“Get him!” Clara shouted to Michael.

Clara and Michael took some spare time to freaking destroy William with tickles. It was long after the song had ended, that William had finally gotten his break. Michael and Clara laid beside him, and it didn’t take long for William to wrap his arms around both of them and tickle them back. Michael and Clara’s laughter filled the room for a good while, before the house soon fell into white noise and panting.

So, Michael began to see his family a little differently. They were loving in their own way, and showed their vulnerable love once in a while. And so, Michael counted the happy memories he had made.

Perhaps one day, he’ll be able to say his family’s pretty alright.

[hyperpsychomaniac]

The Woodchuck Leader Assessment - Chapter 3

DT17 Fanfiction

Summary: When Launchpad’s ability to supervise children is called into question, Dewey tags along on a Junior Woodchuck trip to support his best friend.

Chapter 1

Also cross-posted on fanfiction.net.

***

Huey watched his brother leave, then turned to Mr Russell with a scowl. “You didn’t have to talk to Launchpad like that. He’s a good leader, even if he is a little…”

Mr Russell raised an eyebrow. “What, slow?”

Huey looked down at his lap.

“It’s okay, boy, you can say it. I was his Woodchuck leader for nearly a year. I know. And he didn’t learn too much in that time, I can tell you. Just kept recklessly trying though. No matter how many failure badges I’d give him he never got the point that there were some things he just was never going to be able to achieve.”

“We know how many failure badges he has,” said Huey. “He’s shown them to us. And so what? I have one too!” He flashed open his sash.

“As do I,” Violet chimed in.

A smattering of the other Woodchucks nodded in agreement, some of them also opening their sashes to reveal failure badges.

Mr Russell waved a hand as he sunk onto a log by the fire. “Alright, put those away. Do you really want everyone to see?”

Huey and Violet both exchanged glances, some of the other kids dropped their gaze to their laps, and they all hid their badges back beneath their sashes.

“Look, I get it. Nowadays you get a trophy just for turning up. But you want to know why we had failure badges to start with? It’s fine if you have a couple. So do I. You screw up sometimes. And sometimes that’s all it is, a screw up. And sometimes, well sometimes it means you have no damn right to have the badge you’re trying for. If you get twenty failure badges for trying to tie your shoelaces, it probably means you don’t know how to tie your shoelaces. Figured once you got a few too many of them for the one thing, you’d get the point. But there’s a big difference between shoelaces, and failing at first aid, or brain surgery, or, you know, looking after a jingbang of kids who won’t listen to a word you say. I know you all like Launchpad, and I’m not trying to put you in a spot where you won’t have anymore Woodchucks…”

Huey lifted his head. “Wait, no more Woodchucks? What do you mean?”

Mr Russell poked a stick at the fire. “You kids ain’t exactly got people lining up to lead your troop. Part of that is due to Launchpad, but even if he ended up quitting, they’d have a hard time finding a replacement. So you’d think that’d be important to him, to at least try for your sakes, instead of storming off in a pout.”

“I believe he is trying,” said Violet.

No Woodchucks? What would he do without his Woodchucks? Huey crammed the thought down. He could stress about that later; he would be stressing about that later. “Yeah… that’s… that’s not really fair on LP.”

“Fine, I’m sure he’s trying. But that’s part of his problem. He doesn’t know when to quit! He’s going to try to do something he just isn’t capable of, and he’s going to get one of you kids hurt. And, unfortunately for Launchpad, he’s just never been smart enough to figure out when his actions are putting someone in danger, until it’s too late. I’m not yet convinced he still isn’t dangerous. And if he can’t convince me of that, I can’t in good conscious let him take responsibility for you lot.”

“He’s handled responsibility for us just fine,” said Huey. “You just haven’t given him a chance. Just because you knew him as a kid, doesn’t mean…”

“Alright, that’s enough out of you,” Mr Russell snapped. “I think I might have figured out the other reason no one wants to lead your troop. You’re disrespectful and belligerent, and that is far, far too many failure badges between the lot of you. Now, seeing as your responsible leader has decided to lump you all on me, I guess that means I’m giving the orders. So, everyone go to bed!”

***

Halfway up the hill, it started to rain. Doofus had been right. That thought drifted into the overwhelming mess of memories stirring and rattling around in Launchpad’s mind. He’d tried to shut them out all day. Performing his Woodchuck leader duties, even having Jack hover over his shoulder the whole time, it had been distracting enough to keep them at bay.

Right up until Jack had, in front of all Launchpad’s Woodchucks, pulled out what he’d promised was in the past. As soon as Launchpad had crossed him he’d brought it up, and he couldn’t believe he’d been stupid enough to trust him to keep his word.

Launchpad pulled out his keys as he approached the bus, and wiped a hand across his beak as he fumbled for the right one in the misty rain.

“You don’t want to be responsible for something like that do you, Launchpad?”

But if already felt like he was.

Launchpad finally realised he’d left the bus unlocked. He shouldered his way inside, then slumped into one of the seats and let his head rest against the seat in front, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He didn’t want to remember. But it was too late for that.

***

“Calvin, cooome on.”

“LP, I said no. Mr Russell says I’m too weak to swim that far. He gave me a failure badge! And you know that’s the end of that.” His friend slumped face-first into his pillow, his cream and brown feathers sticking up in a ruffled heap from the back of his head.

“Mr Russell doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I mean,” Launchpad shuffled around on his bedding to get in front of Calvin. He pulled open the front of his sash. “Look at all my failure badges. He said I couldn’t get the proper badges for these either. ”

“It’s different for you, you’re… insane. And you’re not supposed to show me those,” Calvin mumbled, still face-down.

“But look.”

Calvin sniffed, and sat up. “You have a lot.”

“And I’ve got the proper badges for nearly half of them. It didn’t matter what Mr Russell said. Come on, you can get that swimming badge.”

“He’s not going to let me try again. If I ask, you know he’ll just…” Calvin gulped.

Launchpad knew only too well what Mr Russell would do. Push him too far and he’d tear strips off of you, and if you couldn’t get it through your thick head why you couldn’t get the badge, he’d explain how you fell short, in excruciating detail, in front of all the other kids. It hurt. But Launchpad had long figured out the only way he was going to get the badges was to keep trying, and that meant he had to argue with Mr Russell. So no matter how hard their Woodchuck leader tried to tell him he wasn’t good enough, he’d just stand there and let him slap a failure badge into his palm, and it was just one tiny act of defiance to not break Mr Russell’s gaze when he did it. Even if he did go and cry in his tent afterwards.

It hurt, but it annoyed Launchpad too. Especially when he did it to the other kids. Most never seemed to handle it as well as he did. I mean, it was just a failure badge! None of them had hurt him, even if a few had been a little embarrassing. He just had to get Calvin to see that.

“Come on, Calvin.” Launchpad reached out and squeezed his friend’s arm. “You nearly had it this time. We’ll go and get it, now. We don’t need to ask Mr Russell.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“So Mr Russell won’t be able to yell at us, right?”

“The water’s going to be scary in the dark…”

“But it’s dark, so you can’t see it, so it’ll be less scary?”

A frown creased Calvin’s beak, and then his gaze hardened. “That… kind of makes sense. You know what, if you can stand up to Mr Russell, so can I. Let’s do this.”

The two boys grabbed their hats and sneaked out of the camp, towards the river. It had been raining earlier, and in the night air the roar of the rapids further downstream was loud. They couldn’t find the path, but after pushing though a bit of bush, they managed to find their way down to the river, following its roar.

“Are you sure about this, LP? This wasn’t where we were swimming earlier.”

“I’ll go in first, so you won’t be scared.”

“You haven’t got your swimming badge yet either.”

“I can still float! And I’ll try and get it tonight as well.”

The bank was steep and slippery. Launchpad looked down and thought he could see a slash of water below. “You know, that does look a little rough…”

A beam of light whipped through the bushes. “What the hell do you boys think you’re doing?”

Calvin and Launchpad both whirled around. Launchpad felt the earthen bank give underneath his foot. He splashed into the river, the cold bit into him, and water rushed down his throat as the current washed him away. He struggled for the surface. Something snatched at his sash.

Launchpad gasped as his head broke the surface.

“Come on, Launchpad, swim!” Calvin hauled on his collar, striking out with the stroke Launchpad had not yet been able to master towards the bank which was only identifiable by the flashlights that danced along it, shining out over the water.

Rocks slammed into his chest as they hit the edge. The water still tore at them, but there was something to grip onto. Launchpad coughed and spluttered for air. Calvin clung to the bank beside him, wet and bedraggled and doing the same.

“Come on, get back up here!” Mr Russell loomed above them. The bank was steep, and high, and their leader’s outstretched hand was far too far away.

Calvin made a lunge for the hand but slipped back down the muddy bank with a whimper.

“Bloody hell, why did you go and run off… did any of you boys bring a rope?” Mr Russell yelled back over his shoulder. He grumbled, looked about, then undid his belt, looped it around his hand, then hung that down over the side.

Calvin lunged again. This time, he managed to grab the belt and dragged it down. “Come on, LP, grab on.”

Launchpad looked at his friend, wide-eyed, and shook his head. If he let go, even to grab the belt, the torrent would just sweep him away again. Maybe this was something Mr Russell had been right about. He’d never get his swimming badge. He could never swim in something like this.

“Come on, LP. You’re the one who doesn’t know when to quit. We’re nearly out of this; grab the belt!”

“For gods sakes, quit yapping and grab on. You boys are in so much trouble…”

Launchpad could feel his strength fading, his arms growing numb. Calvin gritted his teeth and lunged for his hand, and dragged it over to the belt. “There, you see, you did it…”

Launchpad never knew what it had been. A branch, a loose piece of trash, something, carried by the current. It slammed into them and sent them spinning. Launchpad held onto the belt for dear life. And he felt his friend let go.

Launchpad shot out of the water and into Mr Russell’s lap. Mr Russell shoved him off with a growl and rushed back to the edge.

Launchpad coughed and spluttered, and finally he could breath. He pushed himself to shaky feet. “Calvin, where’s Calvin?”

Mr Russell scanned the river with his flashlight. “Shit. This can’t be happening. He’s still in the water, you idiot!”

“Calvin!” Launchpad spluttered through tears, and lunged for the water.

Mr Russell grabbed him hard and threw him back. “Get away from the water!” Launchpad threw himself at him again, shoving him across the muzzle. Mr Russell tossed him back again, and then cracked the belt hard across Launchpad’s arm.

Launchpad crashed back into the wet leaves, curling into a ball as the belt cracked across his back again and again, the sting biting right through his soaked uniform.

“What. The hell. Were you boys… thinking!”

“Mr Russell, stop! You’re hurting him!” And with the interruption of the other boys, Mr Russell stopped.

Launchpad had curled up on himself, sobbing, because somehow he’d understood his best friend wasn’t coming out of the river. And it was his fault.

He couldn’t remember anything of what happened in between. He’d checked out until the moment he’d heard his father’s voice.

“Get off me!” Launchpad looked up to see his father barreling his way into the mess of paramedics, and parents, and police back at the camp, with two of the other dads all but hanging off his arms as he shrugged them off with a gruff snarl. “I’m not going for him, but you can bloody well get him out of my sight! I’m trying to hug my son!”

And then he’d been in his father’s arms, pressed close against his chest. “I’m so sorry, Launchpad. We should’ve done something about this earlier…. And I’m sorry, I’m going to fix it for you, I promise.”

“Can… can you bring Calvin back?”

“No… no, son.” And his father’s voice broke. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

***

Launchpad stared at the seatback as the rain drummed heavier on the bus’ roof. His mom and dad had explained to him it wasn’t his fault. He knew that. But they’d also explained to him that he’d still feel like it was, and that was okay, it just meant that he missed his friend. And it still hurt, even now, even though he hadn’t thought about it in years. Jack’s thoughtless comments had brought it all back.

Why the hell had they let Jack back into the Woodchuck’s? It wasn’t even his reaction to what had happened. Launchpad could never in a million years see himself reacting like that, but as a Woodchuck leader now himself, he understood now that Jack had been more scared than angry. And despite all his bullying, it was the only time Jack had ever hit a kid. It was all the cutting words and slapping failure badges into their palms like they should be ashamed of them. Making him feel like nothing, and making the other kids feel like they needed to distance themselves from those less capable. They should’ve booted Jack out for all that long before what happened to Calvin, and he’d tried to tell his parents, but of course they hadn’t listened. Even now, Jack didn’t seem to get the affect his words had. Launchpad was an adult, and they had still hurt him. He shouldn’t have left the kids down there with him. But he couldn’t drum up the courage to go back.

Launchpad stared at his phone sitting in his lap, taken out in a last ditch attempt to distract himself from the memories by thumbing though social media. It only he hadn’t convinced Calvin to try for the swimming badge. If only he could pick up the phone and message him.

Launchpad hung his head as tears filled his eyes.

“LP? You okay?” Dewey stood in the aisle by the door.

Launchpad quickly wiped at his eyes. “Hey. Yeah. Just needed some air.

“That guy is a total jerk.” Dewey slipped into the seat beside him. Yeah, he’d be the same age as Calvin. But Calvin had had about an inch on Launchpad. Dewey was just, so tiny. Because he’d grown, Launchpad again reminded himself. He reached out and ruffled a hand through the boy’s hair.

Dewey grumbled and pushed him off. “LP! I’m trying to be a shoulder to cry on here.”

“I don’t need to cry.” Which wasn’t true. “I’m just… kind of mad…” Which wasn’t exactly untrue. “I’m sorry. I guess it hasn’t been a very fun trip for you to figure out if you want to be a Woodchuck or not.”

“I didn’t come to be a nerdy Woodchuck, no offense. I just thought, with this whole assessment thing, you’d need some moral support.”

“Aw, Dewey…” Launchpad gulped at the lump in his throat.

“Seriously though… what did Mr Russell mean when he said someone drowned? You knew them right? I mean, you didn’t walk out on your Woodchucks because he kept interrupting you.”

Launchpad’s chest tightened as Dewey looked up at him with big eyes. How could he tell him he’d failed his first best friend? He looked away. “Look, it doesn’t matter…”

“It does. Mr Russell has you really on edge. I’m worried about you, and I want to help.”

“You said it yourself; he’s just a jerk.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Maybe you should go to bed. Jack doesn’t need anymore stuff to put in his report, and you should be back at the tents not running around out in the dark all by yourself. You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“In trouble? Launchpad, you’re not a kid anymore. You stood up to him back at the campsite. You’re the one who’s supposed to be in charge, assessment or not, and you don’t have to let him boss you around.”

Launchpad knew what his friend said was true. But he couldn’t face Jack just yet. He couldn’t even face Dewey. “Look… I can’t… yeah, I’m in charge, okay? So just do what I tell you and go to bed!”

Launchpad knew he’d crossed some line when Dewey’s eyes narrowed, and he slipped off the seat beside him. “I’m just trying to help, okay? Like I said I only came here for you. I’ll go to bed.” And he turned and without any further argument, left.

“Dewey…” His departure tugged at Launchpad’s chest. He just wanted to talk to someone. His best friend would understand. But if he didn’t… Launchpad’s clutched at that empty spot on his sash where his swimming badge should have been, and hung his head.

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Chapter 4