#she was a little upset when i loaded the game but she seems over it now

[icyselfships]

i redownloaded MAS for the third time

[bliss4boo]

Fortnite👾

Ellie is what you would call a "gamer" I guess? She was always playing some game, whether it was GTA, Fortnite, Call of duty, etc. Honestly, she was really good but sometimes it seemed she was more focused on the game then you.

Just this afternoon, Ellie was on call playing Fortnite on her pc. You heard her screaming and swearing for 2 hours straight so you decided to go check it out. You walk in and Ellie didn't even notice because of her head set. "Baby." You called out but she didn't hear you. So you tried again but this time louder. "Baby!" She still didn't hear you. So then you yelled louder. "Ellie!" Then she finally took off one side of her headphones, her eyes still glued to the screen. "What?" She asked a little annoyed because you disrupted her. "Don't use that attitude with me."  You scolded her and she just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine. What do you want?" Her eyes were still glued to the screen.

"I wanna go to grocery store." You say crossing your arms. "Then go?" She says confused on why you're telling her, she it's clicking the mouse and is in the middle of sniping someone. "But I want you to come with me!" You slightly pout and she ignores you from being so locked in the game. Suddenly she dies.

She starts swearing at her friends on call. "What the fuck! I clearly shot that stupid ass banana!" You just roll your eyes and leave the room. You were really sad that Ellie would choose the game over spending time with you. Sulking, you go get your keys and go to the car.

Ellie suddenly noticed you gone and then wonders why you're not there. "Guys I gotta go." She tells her friends as she ends the call. She makes her way towards the kitchen and sees your keys and you gone. So quickly she goes outside and sees you in your car. "Wait!! Baby!" She calls out for you and you look up. What an asshole? She ignores you this whole time but when it's convenient for her she'll come around? You just flip her off and leave for the grocery store. Ellie sits their dumbfounded. Did she seriously just leave me?

After a while you come back and Ellie's sitting on the porch pouting. When she sees you her eyes light up and she rushes towards the car. Quickly, she opens your door. "Baby! Im so sorry! I shouldn't have ignored you and listened to you! It's just I got to focused..." she looks down. You can tell she feels really bad. "It's whatever." You say still a bit upset. "But...you can make it up to me." You smirk at her and she looks up. "What? I'll do anything!" She looks at you not even breaking a smile. "Bring all the groceries inside." You say bluntly. As soon as you finished that sentence Ellie opened the trunk and grabbed 3 grocery bags.

As she walked back inside the house with the bags you noticed her toned arms. You accidentally started staring. "Hey my eyes are up here." She says looking at you while she puts the groceries down. Your eyes instantly flicker up meeting hers. "Baby, why don't you lay down and I'll put the groceries away? Hm?" She looks at you smiling. You giggle at her sweetness. She really felt bad so you let her put them away and lay on the couch.

A little later Ellie comes and sits beside you. "Babyyyy." She whines a little. "Mhm?" You look over confused on why she's whining. "Can I teach you how to play Fortnite?" She looks up at you with pleading eyes, but you turn down the offer. "Hell no." She starts to pout. "But whyyyy!!" She starts to lean on you. "Because, I'm gonna embarrass myself!" You say trying not to smile. She looks up at you still pouting. "But I'll help you." You just roll your eyes. "Fine." You give in and sigh.

Ellie set up her pc and Fortnite ready to go. She had you sit in the chair and put on the head set. "This is so stupid." You mumble annoyed. "Shh." Did she just shush you? Once the game loads you have no idea what to do. "The fuck am I supposed to click?" You look up at her. All she does is sigh. "Okay. How about you sit on my lap and I'll be able to help you better." You just shrug "Okay." 

You stand up and she sits in the chair patting her lap for you to sit. You sit down and she wraps her arms around your waist. "Okay ready?" She says in a low voice against your neck. You hum in response.

Throughout the game Ellie would occasionally put her hands on top of yours helping you. "So do it just like...that." 

When you killed someone she would get so happy. "Fuck yeah!"

Suddenly you realized their was only one more person in the game and you knew you were cooked. "Ellie." You say her hands still on your waist. "Mhm?" She hummed back. "How about you do this part?" She nods and lean back on her chest letting her take control of the pc. Swiftly and easily she kills the person and the screen says "Victory Royale".

Ellie hugs your waist pulling you closer. "You did it baby." She places a soft kiss on your cheek. You are a smiling and flustered mess. "I think we both did." You turn to face her sitting on her lap. She smiles at you and touches the string of hair in front of your face. You can't take it anymore and you lean in kissing her softly. She cups your cheeks kissing you back.

Okay that's it!

I feel like this is kinda trash😭

[gentlebilady]

Even MORE of Casual

Steve’s phone rang just as he was pulling the meatballs out of the oven. He slid the pan onto the range top quickly, tossing the towel he used as an oven mitt over his shoulder as he grabbed the phone off the wall. 

“Yello,” he greeted the caller.

“...Steve?” The voice was young, feminine, familiar.

“Max? Hey. How are you?”

In response, the young woman sobbed.

Oh shit.

“Oh shit. Max? Are you okay?” Steve was frozen. He and Max were not exactly close and Billy was still keeping very mum on their…non-relationship. Despite this Steve’s first thought was that there must be something wrong with Billy.

“Billy told me to call you.”

OH SHIT. Steve’s blood ran cold. If Billy told his little sister to call him, things were bad.

“What’s going on, Max? Is Billy okay? Did something happen in California?” Billy had left to visit his mom’s family earlier that week.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s fine. He told me to call you if I, um, if I needed anything while Billy was gone?” The statement sounded like a question. Steve was stunned, then felt heat flood his system - Billy had told Max to call him. Before he let himself get lost in the knowledge that Billy trusted him with his family, Steve refocused on Max.

“What do you need, Max? I’m here.”

She sniffed, hard.

“Um, my mom and Neil are having a huge argument, and usually when this happens I call Billy and he’ll come pick me up and we’ll go to his apartment, but he’s gone, and mom is REALLY upset, she’s, like, trying to kick Neil out of the house? And-,” she hiccuped. “- I know I’m, like, a little old for this, but I hate it when they fight, it reminds me of when Billy lived here and Neil would, would-. Steve, I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m gonna come get you, okay? Can you get out of the house and wait for me somewhere? There’s a park nearby, go to the swings and wait there and I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Okay, Max?”

Her voice was small but relieved when she whispered “Okay,” back.

“I’m leaving right now, Max. I’ll see you soon.” He waited for her to hang up, then grabbed his keys and wallet, barely remembering to turn off the oven, leaving the meatballs on the stovetop, and running out of his front door. 

Ten minutes later he was pulling into the park. It was dusk and the area had only a few older kids hanging out. Max was sitting on a swing, casually pushing herself with one leg back and forth. She spotted Steve as soon as he pulled in and jumped up to run to his car. He had barely parked before she was throwing open the passenger seat and sliding in.

In the brief glow of the overhead light, Steve saw her eyes were red but dry, and she looked calmer than she had sounded earlier. As soon as she was buckled in, Steve put the car in drive.

“Where to, Mad Max?”

“Can we get something to eat? I’m starving. This ALWAYS fucking happens at dinner, I swear.”

“Language,” Steve muttered, unthinking. Max scoffed then giggled.

“You’re such a grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah, smartass,” said Steve the hypocrite. He smiled. “Spaghetti and meatballs sound good?”

“Are you kidding?! Holy crap that sounds perfect. I have been CRAVING pasta.”

It took the full 15 minutes to get back to Steve’s place. Max filled the drive with chatter, about Lucas, the classes she was taking, and the car she was saving up for. She carried on when they got into his duplex. While he heated sauce (his mom’s) and cooked the spaghetti (store bought), she complained about her job at the arcade. As she scoured his kitchen cabinets for plates and cutlery, then loaded up their plates, she bragged about her high scores on five of the games they carried. When they sat down in front of the TV and Steve put on the news, Max had something to say about every story. An hour later, after she’d gotten seconds, perused his VHS collection, and told Steve about a book she was reading (in detail), she finally seemed to lose steam. It was getting a little late, but Steve didn’t want to take her back to someplace she didn’t feel safe. Before he could figure out how to broach the subject, she piped up.

“Could I use your phone?”

“Of course!” Steve stood up to take her to it, then sat back down when she whizzed past him to grab it from the wall. As she was dialing, Steve gathered their plates to take to the sink. He didn’t want to eavesdrop but also felt a strange responsibility for the girl that demanded he stay near, so he leaned back against the counter to wait with her. 

Max was tense, but she shot him a grateful smile when he took up his post. Whoever she was calling answered, and Max relaxed.

“Hey mom. … I’m at Steve’s. … What? … I don’t know! … Can’t I- Okay! I’ll ask! Hey, Steve, can I stay with you tonight?” 

Steve was flabbergasted. His face must have shown it.

“Please? Mom doesn’t want me going home.” Max was putting on a strong facade, but there were large, obvious cracks in it; Steve could not turn her away.

“Of course.” 

She nodded quickly, her eyes wide and wet.

“He said yes, mom. Will you tell me what’s going on?” Max got quiet as she listened, and Steve decided that this was something he could leave her to. He went to his bedroom to change his sheets - Max could sleep in his bed, and he’d sleep on the couch. He found a pair of Dustin’s sweats that the boy had left here the last time they’d had a movie night and an old tshirt of his own that he’d grown out of before it got too ratty, and put them aside for her to sleep in if she wanted. Then he changed into his own pajamas - flannel pants and a too large shirt.

He made his way back out toward the kitchen. Max was still on the phone and she looked like she had cried, but there was a lightness to her face. She saw Steve and gave him a small smile.

“Yeah, mom. I love you, too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Max hung up the phone and walked to Steve, then surprised the hell out of him by throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight.

“My mom’s leaving Neil,” she whispered.

“Oh. Um, wow. Is that-?” Steve did not know how to respond to this.

“It’s a good thing. He isn’t a good person.” Max burrowed her head into Steve’s chest. “Something bad happened tonight, she won’t tell me what, but. Mom says she’s getting a restraining order against him for her and me.” Steve didn’t know what to say to that. A restraining order? Jesus. 

“Are you going to be able to go back home?” He asked. She shrunk in on herself. “Sorry! I don’t know what happens with restraining orders. I don’t know how they work.” He awkwardly patted her back; strangely, it seemed to help.

“Mom says the sheriff says Neil will have to leave the house and find somewhere else to live. I guess there’s a lot of court stuff involved? I don’t know, but she said I should be able to go home tomorrow.” 

Steve nodded, then asked the question that had been burning in him.

“What about Billy?”

Max looked up at Steve, her face worried.

“I- I don’t know. Mom didn’t say anything about him! Oh god. Do you think Neil will hurt him? Can Billy get a restraining order?” She seemed to be genuinely asking Steve, who was left grasping for calm.

“Billy’s not going to be back until next week, right? Your mom needs to call him and tell him what’s going on. I don’t know- he doesn’t tell me-.” Steve took a deep breath. “Max, does Billy need a restraining order against his dad?”

Her voice was small and her eyes shifted away when she said, “I don’t know.” She was quiet a moment, chewing on her lip, before she finally met his eyes, held them, and nodded her head. Steve nodded back, his mind racing.

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk to Billy. For now, I think we should watch a movie, eat some ice cream, and get some sleep.” 

Max obviously wasn’t expecting this response, but she agreed readily. Steve offered her the sleep clothes, which she accepted, and gave her the spare toothbrush that had come in the two-pack he’d bought last time. She closed herself in the bathroom to change, and appeared moments later, demanding ice cream and to watch Fright Night. Steve sighed at the movie - not his first choice, especially after an emotionally wrought night, but if that’s what would take Max out of her head, then that’s what they would watch.

Thirty minutes into the movie Max was nodding off against the back of the couch. Steve paused the tape and chivvied the girl toward the bedroom. She didn’t argue, drifting sleepily down the hall and climbing into the bed, face soft and eyes half closed. She laid down and turned over with a quiet “Night.” 

“Good night, Max.” Steve left the door open and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and prepare to sleep. He kept the light in the bathroom on and pulled the door almost fully closed, so Max could find it if she needed it in the middle of the night. Then he grabbed a spare pillow and blanket from the closet. After making sure the front door was locked and the kitchen wasn’t a disaster, he made up his couch nest, turned off the lights, and put on Sixteen Candles. 

~

This came in fits and spurts after a long day on the road. I read over it to check for any glaring errors but I know I missed some stuff.

ANYWAY!!!! I really enjoyed writing this scene. It would definitely come after the last scene I posted, but I'm not sure if there will be anything in between.

I have a good bit written for this story, but I'm kind of just writing as it comes to me, and posting little bits here and there. I will be editing it into a cohesive THING at some point and posting it in its entirety.

I really hope y'all are enjoying this! Cause I am LOVING writing it.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not telling my friend my boundaries?

(fake names)

so about a year ago i (17f) met my friend Jess (16f). Jess is really nice! we share loads of interests, our sense of humor is similar, she's always super fun to be around. recently, we've gotten a lot closer and both of us have gotten more comfortable with joking around with eachother (like being pretend-mad over silly things like losing a game and the like) it's always in good fun and it's obvious we both are just messing around when it happens. recently though, i was playing a fighting game with her and after i won, she started acting pretend mad and we were both having fun until suddenly she bust out with "kill yourself!". i didn't do anything, just laughed it off and we kept playing, but in all honesty i didn't like it. i know a lot of people talk like that as a joke but for me personally it has always been off limits "ill kill you!" is fine but for some reason "kill yourself!" Isn't. i can't really explain it. anyways, this is where i should've said something, let her know that i didn't like this kind of thing, but did i do that? no. i have a pretty hard time setting boundaries (feel like im being a priss+annoying+no one cares what i think+im terrified of vulnerability) and especially since i don't know for sure how close we really are (i have a hard time understanding how close i am to people and i tend to overshoot and think we're best friends when they don't even consider me a colleague so i try not to assume) i felt like it was better to just leave it alone, so i did.

she kept making the jokes, i kept brushing it off, everything was fine. then one day we were hanging out with a mutual friend, Lucy (18f) and things went a bit awry. to clarify: i've know Lucy since I was about 8, we've been best friends since forever, through changing schools and moving cities and everything. she is one of the fewl people i feel comfortable telling absolutely everything.

so we're all hanging out, and then Jess, as usual, cracks a KYS joke at me. i laugh it off awkwardly but then Lucy steps in to say that "she doesn't like that type of joke, you know that right?" because she's always a little defensive of me. Jess just goes like "oh, i didn't know, sorry" and we keep hanging out. later, when me and Jess are walking home together, she brings it up, very upset, and asks why i didn't tell her. i tell her i have a hard time setting boundaries and she didn't do anything wrong and it's alright, but i can tell she's still upset when i drop her off at her house.

later that week, i get this long text from Jess where she basically explains how upset she was that i didn't tell her how i felt and how she ended up looking like a bad friend in front of Lucy and how she also FELT like a bad friend for not noticing how i felt.

personally i don't think this is that big of an issue and i even told her she wasn't a bad friend for not noticing (i have really robotic facial expressions and my voice is sort of monotone, so people hardly ever notice what im feeling) and that Lucy wouldn't judge her like that, but she hasn't answered and still seems to be upset.

was i the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[smolweeblets]

Get Good

Hana "D.Va" Song x Reader

Its quite a mystery how youve dated D.va for this long without playing a single game with her. Although she's been pestering you about it for a while, you never really took her up on it. It wasnt like you outwardly didnt want to play with her, it was just that you did not know how to play the games she liked. It was all just too stressful, they required too much thinking for your taste.

Alas, today was the day you found yourself finally caving in. There really was no question that this would happen eventually. Hana’s persuasion tactics were always top-tier, and this has been a game shes been excited about for a long time.

Her persuasion was so good that she managed to get you two to play together on stream. Youve been in a few of her streams while she gamed before, so it really didn't make all that much of a difference to you. She got you your own setup beside her own, so you both could monitor and respond to chat, since they were quite fond of you.

Youve always joked that Hana only wanted you there because her streams got a few thousand more views when you were there. She genuinely did just want you to be there to watch her, seeing as when you were there, chat was usually ignored in favor of talking to you.

And so the stream was set, she even announced that this stream stream would be a special one with you in it beforehand. Her fans were pumped, and so was she, constantly showering you in love and affection after you agreed.

Admittedly, you were a little nervous, you knew nothing about these games, but Hana reassured you that it would be okay. She was going to learn about that game for the first time as well, she said. So you both would be in it together.

What you failed to remember was that Hana is an already seasoned gamer, so picking these things up were second nature for her, while you were stuck learning the basics 30 minutes in.

Eventually, she got a little impatient, and decided that you two should enter a match already. You tried to protest, but seeing that everyone in chat agreed, you just rolled along with it. You figured if you fail miserably at something it would just be clipped and be a small meme. That was something you could live with.

“You ready babe?” Hana held your hand and grinned, causing chat to move at a dizzying speed. It almost gave you motion sickness with how fast it was going.

“Yeah, at least I hope so” You chuckle as the game loaded.

For first few rounds you were always the first to die. You apologized profusely after each death, and Hana waved it off, albeit seeming tense as you were practically giving the enemy team free resources.

“Im so sorry Hana! I swear ill take better cover next time-” You sheepishly apologized.

“Its fine babe, but man. You really are trash at this” She chuckled. Chat agreed with her, telling you to get good and start contributing to your team.

Oh.

You werent expecting that to sting so much. It was true of course, but in a way you couldnt explain it just… hurt.

Nevertheless, you shook off the comment. It was nothing to get upset over, Hana was just stating facts. You tried your hardest to hide the awkwardness in your chuckle, it seemed you were successful as Hana had her game face back on.

She made you want to jump right back into it yourself, motivated to do better. You avoided looking at chat for the moment, knowing they probably were just going to get you down. You focused on the game, putting in your all. It was effective, it seemed your team was actually winning this time, and your kills werent zero!

Hana congratulated you with every elimination, finally giving you a small feeling of accomplishment.

But alas, disaster had to strike sometime. Apparently, the opposite team had a hacker, and even though Hana could eliminate them, she was killed in turn. Of course, this lead the gamer to be triggered for the rest of the match.

There was only one person left on the opposing team. You were so close to winning!

Only problem being, you were the last one alive. Hana watched your screen like a hawk. Pointing and micromanaging everything you did. Chat could see everything you did through the spectate on Hanas screen. God, this almost felt more stressful than your finals, and those were no joke.

Hana failed to notice your trembling hands and the beads of sweat rolling down your face. She was too busy watching your screen, chastising you for every mistake you made. You tried your best to follow her instructions, harsh as they were.

“To the gate babe!! We're almost there!” Hana putting down her headset to stand behind you did nothing to help your stress. It didnt matter, you were almost finished here.

You were by the final objective, oh so close to success. You started activating the final task, at the final few percent until Hana suddenly screams at you to take cover. It was too late, Hanas loud voice in your ear amidst your already stressed state caused you to panic and react late.

You died. Hana punched the back of your seat in frustration.

“I'm really sorry, maybe I should just-” You set down your headset on the desk and looked to Hana apologetically.

Hana held her face in her hands, grumbling something incoherent. You could also see chat complaining out of the corner of your eye.

“Yeah, I'm sorry to say but you should probably hop off before you cause me to lose any more matches. Even my skill isn't enough to carry you.” She seethed, although not directly at you.

Still, it made you feel like absolute shit. You didn't even know why, everything she said was true.

“Yeah, uh, sorry chat, I'm gonna take my leave now, you guys have fun! I'll be in the other room if you need me” You tried your best to sound unaffected. Who were you kidding, you sounded like you were on the verge of tears.

And yet, Hana still didn't notice. Quickly switching her personality again and apologizing for the delay. She went right back into the rhythm of things, smiling and winning each game after.

It really wasn't all that serious, there was no reason to be upset. She knew that you had little to no skill or knowledge in these things. And you always knew Hana had the tendency to get a little rowdy with bad teammates. You sighed. No use in thinking about it now, best to just sleep it off.

And so you did, only awakening when you felt a dip in the bed, signifying the stream was finally done and Hana was set to lay in bed and take a break.

She sees your barely open eyes and looks sheepish.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” She crawls over to you slowly.

“No, it's fine.” You smile half-heartedly.

A moment passes before you decide to ask. “Did the stream go well?”

“Yeah! It was even easier than usual because everyone was still getting used to the game! Was a little boring though, so the stream was shorter than usual!” Hana beams. It brings a gentle smile to your face.

“I'm kinda sad you didn't stay for long though, you could've still watched even if you weren't playing.” Hana pouts as she starts to cuddle with you. Her arms resting on top of you and her face digging into your back.

“Oh, well… sorry.” A moment passes before you awkwardly continue. “... About that, uh there's something I want to share…” You trail off.

Hana gives a hum of acknowledgement into your shoulder. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Well… its sort of silly but… the way you called me bad earlier kinda hurt?” Your voice is laced with borderline embarrassment. Embarrassment that you were actually really affected by such seemingly simple words.

Hanas face is confused before she fully registers your words.

“Is that so!? I'm really sorry babe! You know how I get sometimes, I just get a little carried away–which is still no excuse at all! I'm really sorry I should have know–nh!” She was interrupted by your hand over her mouth.

“Hana, I appreciate the enthusiasm but you can tone it down a bit-” You wince at the memory of how fast she was talking.

She calms down quickly at your touch and takes a moment to compose herself. You let out a sigh of relief and smile gently at her.

“Sorry… uh, so you wanna talk about it?” She hesitantly offers.

“Yeah, but not really much to talk about… it just kinda stung when you insulted me, even if it was true–” You avert your gaze, seemingly finding a newfound interest in the wall right behind Hana.

“I'm so sorry you had to feel that way– I really should have known better!” You look down to see Hana frowning. It melts you a little inside. Just a little.

“It's okay Hana… Just letting you know for next time, yeah?” You smile softly while you gently pet her hair.

“Yeah, I'm really so sorry! Please stay on my streams though, you being there means everything to me!” Hana hugs you tightly.

“Of course! But I won't be playing anything just to be safe… unless youre going to play minecraft or something, now thats a game I can handle”

“Yay! Sorry again but thanks for not hating me! I really do get carried away sometimes–” Hana smiled sheepishly while she buried her face into your arm, causing you to chuckle quietly.

“Yeah, I know, it's something I knew dating you, just shocked me a little when directed at me is all” You sigh, relieved to finally get that out of your system.

Hana suddenly climbs on top of you and straddles you. She had the eyes of determination you found yourself swooning over very often. “I am going to spoil you so bad as an apology. Get ready for all the love and affection I can muster in me. It's a lot.”

“Oh god…”

A/n: Yep, im an overwatch writer now.

This was originally much angstier in my head but decided against it lolsies

[forgottendolly]

Since we finally have a (mostly) clear audio recording of a full Play To Win (replacement What The World Needs) from 2015, here are the lyrics! Corrections and help with the missing gaps welcome!

Daddy says:

“Oh daughter dear, you fill filled my heart with pride. Your words so pure, you’re (rather?) strong, The truth was by your side.”

Oh daddy dear,

They’ve cleaned my clock,

A zillion points, to none.

May I use the phone?

“Oh, pumpkin, you need to speak to one of your friends?”

No, im calling mom!

So I called mom and I told her the whole story!

“You did what?”

I spoke from my heart about the facts,

“incentive, if you do well at this debate, You can come live with me (me, me, me…)”

(Plot point!)

“Get the pen!”

And she told me something that goes a little something like,

It goes a little something like… this!

The art to win an argument,

Ain’t change much over time.

You read and rule your conflict first,

And then you change their mind.

If the judge looks like a hippie?

Your foe’s a right-wing nut!

If the judge seems like a holy hostile penecostal?

Then your foes a godless hedonistic slut!

???

Demonize your opponents,

with personal attacks.

Quote some fake authorities,

and unrelated facts!

Create a false dilema like ‘you’re with us or you ain’t!’

Ask the class a loaded question!

‘How can you say that Adolf Hitler was a saint?’

Oh, the tale of human history is ??? (Warranted ???)

(It works on a mob every time!)

This candy coated recipe,

A black and white morality.

(That’s how we like our slime! Mhh Mhh!)

The next day, at the school debate,

My moms advice applied.

We were like marine corps Stealing cookies from girl guides

The judge gave us a standing o’

“One kid broke down and cried.”

“And the winner of Uranium city debate, Miss”Rosenburg!

And that other girl!”

Yeah we won by a freakin landslide!

Look, I even got a trophy

“We got a trophy?”

Yeah, don’t touch it, you’ll break it.

“Sorry.”

In this world there’s just one sin,

Don’t play the game unless you play to win!

(You play to win!)

Why does my opposition feel the need to defend pedophiles?

(You play to win!)

And the winner is only, Miss Rosenberg!

(You play to win!)

I’m very upset, my brother just died!

“You don’t have a brother-“

Shut up!

(You play to win!)

(And we heard it here first folks ???)

Don’t tell me there’s a better use of your ambition,

Then to wipe the floor with all your competition!

Mommy dearest said there’s only one real mission!

Play to win!

Play to win!

Play to win!

Dad was there and so was mom,

for the national debate.

But where were my opponents?

They were half an hour late!

And then this kid rolls in with a wheelchair,

And begs us to forgive!

“He needed an emergency blood transfusion,

Turns out he only had three weeks left to live!”

“Debate topic:

‘Are human beings ultimately good?’”

(You play to win!)

Are you kidding me? He’s in a wheelchair.

(You play to win!)

“How are you gonna beat this guy, Ocean?”

Shut up, Constance.

“Okay.”

(You play to win!)

What would Glenn Beck do?

(You play to win!)

Aw, and he’s blind too?

“And the opposition calls, miss Rosenberg!”

My heart began to flutter,

Tears welled in my eyes,

When I looked onto my father,

As he hung his head, and sighed.

And then I saw an Angel,

In blinding lights and sparks

With a hammer and a sickle.

It was a winged Karl Marx.

And he said:

‘Child, heaven is awesome!

And everything is free,

I’ve been palling round with Jesus.

Turns out, he’s a communist.

Just like me.’

And we got something to tell you!

(Tell us Comrade!)

And we got something to say to you!

(Say it Comrade!)

Do you wanna hear it?

(Yes!)

Let me feel that Spirit!

(Yeah!)

Can I hear it two times?

(Yeah! Yeah!)

Heh.

Let’s do this!

When you wrestle with poop

(Win or lose!)

Oh, listen to me child!

(Singing blues!)

It’s gonna get on your shoe

It’s gonna be defiled!

(Gon’ be defiled!)

When the game is over!

You’re knocking on heaven’s door!

It’s only your soul, and your soul alone, that’s keeping score

You wanna kick out the crutches from a 😕?

Push an old lady down the stairs!

Steal a piece of candy from a crying little baby?

As long as you’re winning, who cares?

Take out a kid in a wheelchair,

That’s the road to perdition.

Soon you’re gonna wind up a backstabbing,

ass grabbing,

Rubberneck politician.

When you wrestle with poop

(Win or lose!)

Oh listen to me, child!

(Singing blues!)

It’s gonna get on your shoe

(Win or lose)

It’s gonna be defiled!

(Gon’ be defiled!)

And when the game is over,

You’re knocking on Heavens door,

It’s only your soul, and your soul alone, that’s keeping score.

I said it’s only your soul alone,

That’s keeping score!

Oh yeah!

(Win or lose!)

Oh listen to me, Child!

(Singing blues!)

It’s gonna get on your shoe

(Win or lose)

It’s gonna be defiled!

(Gon’ be defiled!)

And when the game is over,

You’re knocking on Heavens door,

It’s your soul, your soul alone, that’s keeping score.

When you wrestle with poop

(Win or lose!)

Oh listen to me, child!

(Singing blues!)

It’s gonna get on your shoe

(Win or lose!)

It’s gonna be defiled!

(Gon’ be defiled!)

And when the game is over,

You’re knocking on Heavens door,

It’s your soul, your soul alone, that’s keeping score.

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

Who’s keeping score?

(Who’s keeping score?)

It’s only your soul, your soul alone, that’s keeping score!

[airplanned]

I don't want the World, I just want your half and Dragon Rescue, for the WIP Game, pretty please!

"I don't want the world, I just want your half" is a soulmate AU sequel. Whole Cake Island from Zoro's POV!

"Dragon Rescue" is what I was writing for the advent calendar 2023. It's a combo TotK rewrite with that joke tumblr post where the Yiga are like, "We kidnapped Zelda!" and Link's like, "How'd you kidnap a dragon!?"

Snipits from both under the cut!

Zoro sits crosslegged on the narrow little bunk aboard the submarine.  He doesn't like how loud every movement is aboard the metal ship.  It makes him feel like he can't move around, because even walking is like an announcement.  Or maybe he's just using that as an excuse to sit here in the bond.  He treats it like meditating, trying to calm himself and send that calm across the ocean.  The waiter needs it.  He needs Zoro to not freak out.  The rest of the crew needs Zoro to not freak out.  So he sits here.  Holding his wrist.  Focusing on his breathing. "How is he?" He blinks his eyes open to look at Robin, who's leaning in the doorway, her face gentle sympathy and concern. "Alive." "That's good." For a while he doesn't provide any further information, and she doesn't ask for any. He breaks first.  "He's stopped reaching out.  He's always glad when I reach out.  He's kinda desperate for it.  But he's not sending anything back.  It's like he's not touching his wrist at all." "Perhaps he can't." Zoro lifts an eyebrow. "He might be under observation and doesn't want anyone to notice.  Or perhaps he's in chains in a dungeon and can't reach his own wrists." "Yeah, that's not helpful, Robin." 

Here's Dragon Rescue:

"Princess Zelda has been kidnapped!" Penn announces.  "Again!" Poor Penn looks so upset about this, flapping his wings so much that feathers fill the air around him, that Link holds himself back from rolling his eyes.  He maintains a blank face and continues eating his spicy fried rice. After checking out the last three "Princess Zelda has been kidnapped" scoops that Penn has sent him on, Link's done getting worked up over it, to say the least. He chews slowly and swallows before waving his chopsticks in Penn's direction and saying, "You know it's the Yiga, right?" and loading more rice into his mouth. "Well this time, people say they saw her.  They say she's being kept in a cage!  And she's crying for help!  I want to get the story, but maybe this time we should call in the monster squad.  We might be in over our heads." "They've already done the cage thing," Link says.  Seems kinda lazy to do it again. "I know!  That's what makes me think it's real this time.  There's no way they'd get away with it twice.  This time people will think it's a prank and not come to save her!" This is absolutely untrue.  The Yiga will pull the same stunt over and over as long as it works.  And as long as Link shows up, it's working. And, unfortunately, he's going to show up.  Of course he is.  He knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's not Zelda, but there is a slim chance that they've kidnapped a random blond villager, mistaking her for Zelda.  And if not, then he'll beat up the Yiga anyway. He sighs into his bowl, then tips it back and shovels the rest into his mouth. When he finishes, he says, "Alright.  Where are they?"

[the-physicality]

here in the phoenix mercury if there's one thing we don't do it's stat pad

remember when we blew seattle out by 20 all game [when we beat them last] and their starters were playing until the end? [and then someone got a tech? bc they were upset in another game that the opponent didn't pull their starters?]

nate...... these rotations....does he know we don't play until Friday?

i didn't realize until now how much i hated this announcer

what is the point of pulling someone who is banking 3s bc of foul trouble if you aren't going to play them the rest of the game?

i guess we decided not to try and draw fouls in the second half?

i've said it before and i will say it again, you need to start celeste

i understand that we're trying to make a playoff push and solidify this team as a unit but not everybody is a celeste taylor

maybe the game wasn't "winnable" but it didn't need to be a 24 point deficit

if the zone isn't working you have to take them out of the zone....

celeste had a stunning assist [highlight reel dt type assist] at either the end of the first or the start of the second [she had 2 in this time frame and nothing on the wnba website will load so i don't know which one it is *upside down smiley face*

the first game celeste played i said "oh she cannot leave the floor" that still holds true

i don't know what's going on but it seems like many people not longer know how to make the right basketball plays? like so many times they would be inside and want to kick it out instead of forcing the foul? and that caused so many turnovers [which we actually had fewer of this game]

and like sophie was getting forced out on a drive to the net which caused an out of bounds turn over when she could have just done the dt and bounced it off a storm body

and then there was another time it was in the 3rd i think after that very fast paced portion when no one was moving off ball. and there was a look that was like "fucking move!?" cause you can't play static basketball. and it's stuff like that that make me think they have lost their offensive identity. and i don't want them to wait for bec to get it back

can they all go see the sports psych pls? i feel like there is so much happening mentally rn that needs to be cleared away

so time to dissect here: if you look at the 1st quarter, it was fine that we weren't defending well because we were returning each shot with another shot [and drawing fouls]

in the second: we were 3/13 plus 2 trips to the line and 1 technical shot [6/7]. storm were 12/24 plus one trip to the line [0/1]. that's what we call not taking care of the ball

3rd q: we're 8/17.. in our little 9 point [it wasn't even a run] back to back to back successful possessions, DT was involved in all 3 plays- either scoring or assisting

[i'm bored with this now... my point i think is that i need dt and celeste on the floor together and i don't understand why you would give up halfway through the 3rd @ nate

[kindheart525]

Heavenly Glow despised having her weekly sermons interrupted. In her dedication to the God Mother, she had no time for frivolous concerns. Those ponies didn’t understand how serious her life’s work was, it wasn’t just a little filly’s game that could be put on hold at any time. The God Mother paused for nobody, and neither would she.

But this time, the interruption was from her parents, so the young princess supposed she must follow this order. She wasn’t happy about it, though.

The guard led her into a separate room, bowing before the hippogriff and alicorn that stood waiting.

“Dowager Queens Celestia and Novo, I present your daughter, Princess Heavenly-“

He noticed the filly’s glare.

“I mean, Grand Matriarch Princess of the Celestial Church Heavenly Glow: Bishop of Equestria, Vicar of Celestia, Successor of the Queen of the Sun, Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church, Primate of Seaquestria, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Equestrian Province, Sovereign of the State of Canterlot, Servant of the Servants of Celestia.”

Usually Celestia and Novo would have followed this with a joking quip and a scolding respectively but today it seemed as though they had bad news. It was practically written across their faces.

Bad news? What could they possibly have to be unhappy about on a Gaia-given day like this? 

The two mothers looked between themselves and with that mom telepathy they seemed to have, communicated through traded glances that Novo should be the one to break the silence. So she did. She sat beside the young princess, quickly being joined by her wife, and reached for her daughter’s shoulder. 

"Heavenly dearest, you're getting older and I think you're intelligent enough to understand some grown creature concepts. As you know, as the royal family we have to sacrifice a lot for the good of our kingdoms. Your mother and I both know that you've always had ambitious plans, but now it’s time for you to do your part." 

She then looked to Celestia, knowing her wife could soften the blow of the news much better.

“This will be a big opportunity for you, dear. You’ll get to help our kingdom. You see, our relations with Saddle Arabia have been tense lately. Our dignitaries have a lot of...disagreements, and they’re getting worse, but we have a solution. And you get to be part of it.”

Celestia smiled halfheartedly, trying to lighten the mood and out it in terms that the filly would understand.

“Think of it as a duty from the God Mother. She would want you to do this.”

Novo gritted her beak nervously as she knew her wife was only trying her best, but there could be no beating around the bush with this. 

"You are going to get married to the Princess of Saddle Arabia. You'll learn to get along and work as a team. For the good of our kingdoms." 

This was where Celestia would be much better suited but she waited a moment, afraid that sugarcoating it any further might make her daughter more nervous. So the pair patiently awaited their daughter’s response. Feelings, emotions, anything.

Heavenly only stared at them blankly.

“Okay.”

Celestia wrapped a comforting wing around her.

“We know this is very big news for you, dear. It’s okay if you’re feeling upset or confused, we are here to support you through this. But you have to do this.”

Heavenly shrugged.

“Alright.”

Celestia was perplexed by this blunt, emotionless response, so she decided to push further.

“How are you feeling?”

Heavenly scowled, making her mothers think she was about to dump out a load of frustration over this announcement, but instead she said,

“I’m mad that you’re making me miss my service.”

Novo sighed and gave Celestia a knowing nod. She suddenly used her talon to ruffle up Heavenly’s mane before giving her a swat on the backside with her wing, pushing her up on her hooves.

"Get back to it, you. Don't make that face to your mother, you look like you bit into a lemon. Your congregation doesn't want to look at a sourpuss when they're listening to your riveting stories. We love you." 

Celestia let out a sigh of relief and chuckled as she leaned into her wife’s chest. 

"What are we going to do with that one, Novo?"

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Zealot Next: First Meeting

Background by LibbytheKautz

[eddieydewr]

there was a people magazine article I saw just today on another blog saying her big wedding is gonna be in september in the us and she’s gonna have a big celeb guest list including her ST cast so I expect it to be a big event. Seeing as how it’s gonna be in the US I can see more show people being able to attend

I will say I wonder if Millie said what she said about wanting the show to be over *because* she read the scripts and was told she wasn’t gonna have as big of a role as she’s always had. I mean like it or not she’s probably had the most screen time and focus through all the seasons and if she heard she wasn’t gonna get that same level in the last season, we’ll throw in her general annoyance at the schedule preventing her from other roles, then I could see someone as young as her maybe act a little ungrateful . I am not a millie hater but it is a tough pull to swallow for any actor that has a shred of ego

she could also be bitter or upset at how her character ends. I remember the quote of her being told how her character ends up and she said she just walked out of the room like oh. okay. To me that screams she’s not happy about her ending which could color some of her behavior. Be it she’s mad there’s no mileleven or that El dies or something else, it’s obvious to me she was not content with her character ending and she’s gonna have to learn how to handle that shit more professionally in the future cause show writers have ended careers for less (look up Katherine Heigl trashtalking her projects after the fact)

oh wow, it sounds like it’s gonna be a massive do… like kardashian big (but with millie’s style ofc). and they’ll probably have an official publication like the hello! magazine to do a massive spread. i can see the brown and bongiovi families being all for that 🙄 millie and jake having a small, personal ceremony first makes sense. it’s supposed to be about them.

i remember the interview where she reveals she found out how el’s story ends. she could’ve been pretending when she seemed disappointed but i agree, i think in recent times, she came to the realisation that she doesn’t have full control of her character or the story compared to other projects where she had a lot of control because she’s the producer, like enola holmes and damsel. but no, ST belongs to the duffers and they always had an ending for el (and other characters) in mind. i think being allowed to have a few contributions as a kid (suggesting there should be a mlvn kiss at the snowball) led her to think she could get what she wanted, like being the main focus, and mlvn being endgame. her parents hyping her up and keeping her separate from the kids during press and awards ceremonies couldn’t have helped. even if mlvn is endgame, it obviously isn’t gonna go the way she wanted it to be, like getting married and whatever else she used to gush about during interviews. ST isn’t that kind of show and millie just didn’t understand it yet. i think finn always understood the assignment, hence that time when he rolled his eyes at what millie said, naurr 😭

i don’t think she’s gonna be bitter or resentful when it ends, just a bit disappointed and like you said, a tough pill to swallow. i don’t think she means to be difficult but i imagine it’s a bit of a shock to the system when the duffers stopped being her yes men, more or less lmao. like not getting the ending she wants, and the show not killing off loads of characters. this isn’t game of thrones, said the duffers.

but i hope it’s been a good learning oppportunity for her to be mindful and not bite the hand that feeds if she joins other people’s projects in the future. if it’s something she can’t hack entirely then fair enough, but it’ll be ok because she has her own production studio if she wants to be at the helm. imo, she doesn’t plan on being an actor full time. not during her 20s anyway. she supposedly wants a family asap and she seems passionate about animals so she’ll have stuff to focus on. with the money from ST and all her business ventures and side gigs, she can live comfortably for a while :)

[ducknotinarow]

[2k7 Kid!Ariel and Mikey - because she basically is a fish so course she feeds them u_u and i dunno i wanted to do something sweet with these two]

Ariel ran up to Uncle Mikey, looking panicked and worried about something. Something only a kid would really be worried or upset about,

"Uncle M'n'M, it's Sandwich day, but we're outta peanut butter!" She exclaims, taking in the confusion with a sigh as she explains, "Every Thursday, I take Pudge the fish a Peanut Butter Sandwich," She tells him, "And today, we're out of Peanut Butter, all we have is Tuna, but I can't give Pudge Tuna!"

She pushes herself up onto her tiptoes, she wishes she had wings like her mum, then she wouldn't have to strain to try and whisper to people,

"Do you know what Tuna is?"

Course he does, everyone knows what Tuna is!

"It's fish!" She goes on, "If I gave Pudge Tuna, I'd be an abomination!"

Ariel breathes a little, soon clinging onto Mikey's leg, looking up at him with large eyes,

"Pudge controls the weather, so if I don't feed him he'll get mad," She whimpers, "We have to have something we can give him! This is serious!"

| Muse interaction

Mikey set down his snacks to the coffee table before him, multiple bowls full of different treats. Popcorn mixed with gummy candies, he liked how the heat softened it all up and stuck to the popcorn. A bowl of chips, both potato and chocolate get the salty and the sweet of course. A bowl of pretzels drizzled with cheese and of course, a personal pizza for Mikey, Pepperoni and peanut butter. Along with an endless, well seemingly endless that is. Row of soda cans. Mikey had his controller in hand and plopped down on the couch, the benefit of Raph and Don not living in the lair anymore? they could steal his video games away from him anymore. Outside Splinter taking over the TV for his shows Mikey pretty much had them all to himself. And with a new game in hand he new exactly what he was going to spend the next couple of days doing. He was going to play this game till his eyes were blood shoot and his stomachache felt like it was melting from his food choices. Well Pizza clearly was healthy right? Got the basic food groups to it.

Once everything was set up and booted up to go he went and nestled in back against the couch finding that perfect spot, shell in between two cushions a nice firm squish legs lifted and stretched out on the table between all his snacks. Game controlled in hand as he watched the system turn on and load the game up. Smiling brightly to himself near about bouncing in place. Nearly he was a adult after all, and even if he himself didn't have the responsibility of kids he still had uncle responsibilities. And the sound of feet hitting the stone floor of their home had hos attention a little as his mouth was stuffed full of popcorn and gummies. Turning to face the panicked expression on Ariel's face just now. "Whft ufp kifft?" He mumbled around his stuffed full mouth

"Uncle M'n'M, it's Sandwich day, but we're outta peanut butter!"

Mikey offered a tilt of his head at that, well all of that really, as he worked on chewing and swallowing down his food. "Uh right sandwich day?" he adds in trying to follow along with what she is trying to tell him. Even she can seem to tell he had no idea what was going on as she sighs out and goes to briefly explain.

"Every Thursday, I take Pudge the fish a Peanut Butter Sandwich,"

"Ohh right okay sandwich day then got it," Mikey easily just accepted that, he might be the one person to take that with out any question nodding as he set his controller down to the table this was clearly serious and needing his full attention. This was clearly important and serious so he needed to focus here. Not just because it was clearly important to her either.

"And today, we're out of Peanut Butter, all we have is Tuna, but I can't give Pudge Tuna!"

Mikey slightly just smiles at her when she tries to move up to her tiptoes to whisper now as if the next thing she said, if heard by the wrong person. In this case fish, would clearly go wrong. Lowering his head to offer his ear and so she wouldn't need to strain so much when going to whisper to him now.

"Do you know what Tuna is?"

He didn't offer an immediate answer to her question, it was fish right? Like a tuna fish? All chopped up in a can? Least thats how he mostly ever saw it. It was sort of like anchovies right? Mikey didn't need to question that much longer as Ariel was more than happy to give him said answer, well making his ears ring from how sudden she shouted in against his ear. Sending the vibrations ricocheting against the plate of cartilage inside his ears.

"It's fish!"

Biting his tongue so not to swear around her, as he pulls away to rub at the side of his head just now. " R-right I knew that." he tosses out in the hopes she lowers her voice now.

"If I gave Pudge Tuna, I'd be an abomination!"

"Uh..right?" Mikey wasn't fully following though looking down as she soon wrapping her arms around his leg and shot those large wide bug eyes at him. Mikey just smiles down to her and set his hand on top of her head. "Okay so tuna bad and Peanut butter needed but we are out of it I got that so uh why is this such a big issue uh?"

Maybe the other well the actual adults would simply brush this all off as something silly a kid would worry over. Disregard it as being nothing to be so worried and get herself worked up over as she was doing in this moment. But Mikey? nah Mikey never truly outgrew that childish side like his brothers had. Always held on to his inner child he was an uncle but honestly? He saw his nieces more like the little sisters he never had growing up, getting to act as an older sibling now himself. So maybe that was why he wasn't brushing this all off as not mattering.

"Pudge controls the weather, so if I don't feed him he'll get mad,"

She whimpers just a little bit now, and right away Mikey's searching his mind for a solution scratching at his chin a moment. Eyes trailing over the table in front of them as he thinks picking at his brain repeating the word peanut butter to himself.

"We have to have something we can give him! This is serious!"

"That's it!" he exclaims and reaching over for the pizza, "It's not sandwich but it got peanut butter." He states ripping a piece free to show it to her. "Besides Pizza's like mans greatest creation, so I bet Pudge will tots love this way more?" He offers as a solution smiling a little at her hoping it will solve this issue as he moves to stand up. Remote picked up to turn the tv off before switching to grab her hand instead. "Least let's give it a try to see if the guy likes it? and how can't he? Peanut butter is like the perfect thing to add to a pizza after all and how can you improve on whats perfect already?" sound logic in Mikey's mind "come on let's go can't let your friend mess with the weather after all right?" Waiting for her to lead the way he knew she hung by the docks but he wasn't positive how to get there like Raph or Don were.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Addidentally Injuring Their S/o

Part Two Here

YT Video Here (thanks @vanillaicedlatte-yt)

Genre: a n g s t

Type: Drabble/ Headcannons

Summary: in the heat of an arguement, after a battle, etc., they activate their quirk and Y/n somewhat permanently.

Warnings: gore, blood, fighting/ cursing, crying, burns, toxic relationships, 290 spoilers, endeavor

Other: This was meant to come out yesterday, but shitty mental health got in the way, so yeet. Also, I’m sorry these get worse and worse as they progress, that’s usually how things go for me. This was also inspired by a Tik Tok that I can’t find where Shigaraki accidentally dusts y/n who’s trying to comfort him. It was a Cosplay, if anyone can find it please let me know so I can link it and credit the creator.

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Bakugou, Todoroki

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist)

Tomura Shigaraki

It had started as a great day, a perfect day even. Everyone was listening to him, the league was getting news coverage, people were afraid.

Everything was too perfect.

Something was going to go wrong, he was sure of it.

He hated the way everyone was laughing and joking together, Toga helping Magne do her nails, Spinner playing video games with Twice backstage, and you were chatting with Dabi and Compress about the league’s next moves.

Kuroguri was off doing something or other, and he’d mentioned another ‘follower of All For One.’

But something felt off.

And of course you would notice him.

You were hiding at an abandoned theatre, and he was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring out at the empty audience.

You were with Dabi and Compress in the wings, and glanced away from them towards your boyfriend.

He seemed stressed, scratching at his neck vigorously. You sighed, standing up and heading over to him, sitting beside him.

You placed your hand on top of his spare hand, offering him a soft smile.’

“Hey, baby~” you cooed. “How’s my boyfriend doing?”

He grumbled, yanking his hand away from you. Your theory was correct, he was stressed about something.

He didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you. You always tried to comfort him and convince him everything was ‘okay’ even when it wasn’t.

“Go away.” He growled. “I’m trying to think.”

“Thinking about what?” You asked, scooching closer to him.

“None of your fucking business!” He snapped at you, and you flinched away from him.

“Tomura, I was just trying to help-“ you frowned at him. He could be immature and bratty at times he’s, but he usually made sure not to get that way with you.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t need your damn help!” He stood up, marching over to the wings to head backstage. You followed suit.

Compress and Dabi quickly rushed off the stage when they saw Shigaraki heading towards them. Dabi stopped for a moment next to you, looking at you.

“Good luck with him.” He said, jerking his head towards Shigaraki. You shrugged at him.

Shigaraki overheard Dabi’s notion, anger and distress intensifying. Good luck? Good luck?! What the hell was wrong with him?

Dabi and Compres joined Toga and Magne in the red velvet chairs, Compress requesting that he gets his nails done in orange and black when she finished with Magne’s.

Shigaraki pushed aside the large heavy curtains blocking his way backstage, finding Spinner and Twice huddled near a small TV, an old PvP game loading onscreen

They both looked over their shoulders, staring up at their boss. You quickly darted backstage, crouching next to the ‘gamer boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis’ as they had nicknamed themselves.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to them. “He’s in a bit of a mood. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Did he hear you correctly?

A mood?

You’ll ‘take care of it?’

Of it?

What.

The.

Fuck.

“Say that again, to my fuckung face!” Shigaraki screamed at you. “Tell me I’m just ‘iN a MoOd’ again!!”

You turned to him, eyes wide and scared.

“I’m sorry, Tomura, I didn’t mean it like that- I just didn’t want our friends to worry!”

“They aren’t our fucking friends! They just work for us- they work for me!” He corrected himself.

You stood up, flicking your wrist to motion for Twice and Spinner to leave. They quickly turned off their game and rushed away.

“You might not consider them our friends, but they’re certainly my friends. And I won’t let you scare my friends.” You stood your ground, taking a step towards him.

He scoffed, turning around and marching back onstage. You sighed, following after him, again.

“Please, Tomura talk to me. I’m your partner I want to help you!” You exclaimed. “You’re worrying me, please!”

“Well I don’t want to fucking talk!” He shouted, “and I don’t have to!”

“Please, Tenko!”

“THAT’S NOT MY NAME!”

Red.

He saw red.

His hand flew away from him before he could stop himself, a target missile. It’s destination? Your face.

You lifted your hands instinctively, and he grabbed your wrist, fingers curling around your skin.

In that moment, all he felt was relief. Thank fucking god you’d lifted your arms. It was the one thing that has saved you from him.

You screamed, pain shooting up through you from your arm. Your skin peeled, falling away in tiny fragments of dust.

The dust fell around his fingers, your hand and wrist were completely gone now.

You felt someone pull you backwards, and you saw a glint of silver as Toga quickly severed your arm, blood spilling onto the floor of the stage where the pile of dust that used to be your arm lay.

You fell to your knees, screaming, reaching up and clutching at your elbow- the point of separation- desperately, trying to will your arm back into existence.

“TOMURA!” You shrieked, tears falling down your cheeks. “TOMURA! FIX IT!!”

It was hopeless, you knew there was no way for him to un-dust you. You fell forward, forehead pressed against the floor.

Shigaraki took a step back, glancing at his hand. There were a few speckles of dust resting on his palm. His breath quickened, eyes widening as he cupped his other hand over his mouth.

He stared down at you, Blood staining your shirt as you screamed and cried.

It must have hurt.

He remembered the promise he’d made after you’d started dating, when he’d protected you from some assholes trying to mug you.

“I promise you, I’m going to protect you. Nothing, no one, will lay a hand on you ever again.”

It was a promised meant against anyone who posed a threat to you.

He never meant to become a threat himself.

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

Some days were always going to be better than others, that’s simply how it works when you’re recovering from trauma.

Today was one of the bad days.

He’d woken up with a thick, heavy, dark feeling in his chest.

He wasn’t even comforted by the warmth your body produced next to him.

Most days he’d roll over and wrap his arm around your body, pulling you close to his body to cuddle you.

This morning however, Dabi rolled away from you and climbed out of bed. You looked over your shoulder at him, confused and slightly hurt. Did you do something to make him upset last night?

You followed after your angsty boyfriend, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen.

He crashed at your apartment a lot, being a villain it was hard to get his own home. You didn’t know where he stayed when he wasn’t at your place.

He grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboards, pouring himself a bowl. You pulled the milk out of the fridge, handing it to him with a smile.

He scrunched up his nose at your kindness, snatching the carton from your hand and angrily pulling the cap off.

You sighed, nervously pouring yourself a bowl as Dabi started to eat. He didn’t even bother to sit at the table.

“Hey, babe? You okay? You seem kind of... off today.”

Your boyfriend glanced down at you, cerulean eyes seemingly staring right through you.

“M’fine.” He grunted. Your frown tightened.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that.” You shook your head at him.

Dabi glared down at you in annoyance. His scowl deepening. You took a step back, concerned and scared.

“Dabi, please talk to me.” You pleaded with him.

“Uzéndayo.” He grumbled angrily. “Fuck off.”

“Please, you’ll hurt my feelings.” You scoffed sarcastically. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

“Don’t fuckin need to. Leave me alone.”

“Dabi, this is my place. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Then I’ll leave!” He snapped, brushing past you and leaving his cereal on the counter to sog.

He snatched his jacket off the back of the couch, shrugging it onto his shoulders.

“Seriously, Dabi! What the hell’s going on! Did I do something wrong?”

It pissed him off further to hear you blame yourself. You always thought it was your fault, but it never was.

“Oh shut the fuck up for once! Quit thinking it’s all about you! It’s not always about you!”

“Dabi just fucking talk to me! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong!”

You stepped in front of the door, flinging your arms open to block ilhis exit. He looked you in the eyes, seething.

“Nothing happened!” He shouted “Sometimes I’m just angry for no reason! Get out of my way and I’ll take my anger out on some rando and not on you. Then I’ll come back and we can pretend this never happened.”

“Dabi I won’t let you just kill some innocent person because you’re upset! Just sit with me and we can talk it out and-“

“That’s always your solution! Quit being a wimpy pacifist and move!”

“I’m not a pacifist, I just don’t think you should kill without reason!”

“Well I have a fucking reason!”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to!”

“That’s not a reason!”

“Just get out of my fucking way or I’ll make you!”

“Dabi, just talk to me!”

It was the last thing you said before he grabbed your arm and pulled your body forward to meet his. Your chest pressed against his, his face right in front of yours.

It’d be hot if you weren’t so scared.

“Listen here you little shit,” he growled, low and angry “I’m stronger than you in every fucking way.”

“Dabi?”

“I could kill you in an instant if I so desired.”

“Dabi-“

“Incinerate your filthy annoying ass any day I want, so be fucking grateful for once and watch your damn mouth!”

“Dabi!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN! I am superior to you in every way, you should be grateful I even share oxygen with you!”

“DABI YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS, LISTEN TO ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!” He screamed in your face, eyes wild with unchecked rage.

Tears flowed down your face as you sobbed, indescribable pain was shooting up through your arms.

Dabi’s eyes finally drifted downwards, and he froze, mouth falling slack.

Smoke was billowing off his hands, and his knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping you.

He snapped his hands away from you, curling them into his body as his eyes widened. He took a few steps back.

There were black scorch marks on your body in the shape of his hands. They looked real bad.

“Get out.” You whispered, so soft he couldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“GET OUT!” You screamed, pointing at the door despite the intense pain in your arms. “GET OUT OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

“B-baby I’m sorry!” He shouted “I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME BEFORE I TURN YOU IN!”

Dabi stumbled past you, quickly rushing out of your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

His back was pressed against the wood as he slid down, covering his face as he listened to your sobs on the other side, hearing your footsteps fade into the bathroom, probably to run cold water on your skin.

For a moment, all the could think about was the cereal on the counter, getting soggy.

“Fuck.” He muttered, eyes burning as they tried to produce tears without his tear ducts.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

Shoto Todoroki

Shit wrong emo scar boy with daddy issues, fire powers, and an evil older sibling with blue fire

There we go

It was a shitty day. 

Well, most days were shitty days, but today was shittier than usual. 

A home visit, Endeavor trying to act like he was ‘upset about everything that happened,’ and pretending he was the victim in the situation.

It would be enough to set anyone on edge, especially Shouto. 

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he returned to the dorms with a deep frown on his face.

Even when Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka tried to talk to him, he still seemed angry the whole time. There was really only one thing that should be able to cheer him up. Let’s hope you do your job well.

“Knock knock~ Shouto it’s me!” you stood on the outside of Shouto’s dorm. You knew Shouto must be stressed, so you’d gotten him some brownies from the sweets cupboard, Sato’s locks were easy to pick.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” his response was blunt, clearly annoyed that you’d bothered his brooding. “Go away.”

You sighed, he could act like such a child sometimes!

“Shouto, I just want to cheer you up! Let me in, babe.” a moment later, he swung the door open, am annoyed glare on his face. You smiled sweetly at him, handing him the plate of brownies. His hands remained in his pockets, glancing down at the brownies then back up at you.

“Um... can I come in?” you asked quietly. He shrugged, stepping aside to let you in. You stepped past him, sitting on the edge of the platform bed, setting the brownies on the nightstand. 

Shouto closed the door behind him, turning to face you.

“Do... do you want to talk about it?” Shouto huffed, shaking his head and looking away from you.

“Do I look like I want to talk?” he snapped. You flinched, his tone was harsh.

“Shouto I just want to help, you don’t need to be rude.”

“I don’t give a shit if I’m being ‘rude.’“ He growled, arms crossed. 

His eyes stared coldly at you. Yeah, he was definetly upset.

“That’s okay, we can chat about something else. Oh, Sato probably needs to change the lock on the sweets cupboard, I kinda broke it getting you these brownies!” you looked up at him, smile faltering as he looked down his nose at you. “Are... are you mad at me?”

“Wow, you just noticed that.” he rolled his eyes. “I told you to go away but you didn’t.”

“I-I’m sorry, I was just really worried about you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you, I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“Then maybe you should try fucking listening to me for once. If I don’t want to talk, then you can’t make me talk.” You nodded, apologizing again.

“Oh my god shut the fuck up!” he shouted. “You’re always talking, always apologizing, you’re getting on my fucking nerves!”

“Okay!” you stood up quickly, lifting your hands defensively. “I’ll just leave!”

You brushed past him on your way to the door, hesitating on the handle. You glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Would you fucking stop with the pity?” you looked at the ground, not saying anything.

You heard the slap before you felt it.

The sting shot through your face, and you could hear Shouto shouting at you, but it was muffled. You didn’t know what he was saying. 

You lifted your hand to your cheek, hissing in pain. He didn’t just slap you,

He used his fire.

You choked on your words, turning to look at your boyfriend with tear-filled eyes.

Shouto was looking at you with a look of sheer horror on his face.

“I’m sorry...” you whimpered. “I’m going-” you slipped out the door, ignoring Shouto’s shout for you to turn back and talk to him

That it was an accident.

That he didn’t mean it.

That didn’t matter.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Fuck Icy-Hot. 

Fuck. Him.

He said he’d gotten stronger since the Summer Camp, but he hadn’t at all.

He was still loosing to Todoroki, and no matter how hard he was working, he still kept loosing to him.

His hand was buried in his hair, tugging harshly every so often as he listened to you ramble about something that happened during your work study.

Even you were getting ahead of him, his own partner was getting stronger than him. He’d promised he’d protect you, but that would be useless if you kept improving faster than him.

“Then afterwords, FatGum took me, Kirishima, and Amajiki to this resturaunt, and the owner turned out to be a huge fan of FatGum, she gave us free desert! Oh my gosh the cake was so good!” you exclaimed, laughing a little.

Bakugou grumbled under his breath a little, keeping his eyes away from your estatic face. 

“Great.” you glanced back to your boyfriend from where you sat at your desk, eyebrows furroring. Usually, Katsuki would give you one of those proud smirks all like ‘that’s my partner,’ but today he seemed upset.

“You alright, Katsuki? Was your provisional licence class stressful today?” you asked sympathetically, moving your hand towards him to comfort him. 

He yanked his hand away from you, shooting you a pissed off look.

“Fuck no.” he growled. “Even if it was, I can handle it. I don’t need your damn help.” you rested your hand on your lap.

“I know, Katsuki. My boyfriend’s so strong!” you smiled brightly at him. Usually complimenting him would make him feel better, but today it seemed to only piss him off more.

“Shut up.” he hunched over, curling into himself more. He pulled one leg up to his chest, holding it under his knee. 

“Uh.. are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, cocking your head to the side gently.

“I’m fucking fine!” He snapped, keeping his eyes anywhere but on you. “I don’t need your pity!”

“Pity? Katsuki I’m not pitying you, I’m worried for you. You’re my boyfriend and I want you to be happy so-”

“Didn’t I say to shut up?” he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t give me your worry, fight me instead!”

“Why the hell would I fight you, Katsuki? I already know you’re stronger than me!”

“Fucking how? You got that new work study you’re constantntly talking about! How haven’t you gotten stronger than me?”

“Is that what this is about? I’ve only been at my work study for a few days, how in the world could I have leaped leagues in that amount of time to reach your level?”

“Then why even join that stupid work study if you’re not getting stronger?”

“I am getting stronger, just not fast enough to be at your level that quickly!” you explained. “Sorry?”

“Ugh just shut the fuck up!” he shouted, storming out of your dorm and down the hall to the common room. There were a only a few people in there,

Yao-Momo and Jirou in the kitchen, Kirishima and Kaminari on the couches, and Sero was leaning over the back of the couch. They all looked up when Bakugou stormed in with you on his tail.

“Katsuki, you’re confusing me! What’s going on? How can I help? Is it something I did?” 

“Just leave me alone, okay? Go away!” he shouted over his shoulder. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Yaoyorazu all snapped their heads towards you and Bakugou.

“Katsuki, please! You’re scaring me!” you glanced over at your friends, Jirou and Yao-Momo glancing between each other and muttering. 

“Yo, Kachan, the hell’s going on between you and Y/n?” Kaminari asked, standing up. Sero hissed at him to sit down if he wanted to keep his head.

“I’m sorry, Kaminari, Bakugou’s upset and I don’t know why-”

“Don’t know why? Quit it with the lies! I hate liars!”

“I-I’m not lying! I really don’t know!” you reached forward, latching your hand onto his wrist. “Please just talk to me!”

“BULLSHIT!” he snapped his hand away from yours. “You’re a fucking liar!”

“Bakubro, calm down!” Kirishima stood up, briskly walking over to the two of you. 

“STAY OUT OF THIS!” Bakugou slammed his palm against Kirishima’s face, setting off a small explosion.

“KIRISHIMA!” You ran to his side as the smoke cleared, finding his face hardened.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” he assured you. He offered you a small smile, suddenly, he yelped and ducked, avoiding another hit from Bakugou.

“LET GO OF THEM!” he shouted, and his hand sparked twice before setting off again. This time right next to your face.

You hit the ground first, then felt stinging pain across your face and shoulder.

You didn’t even hear your own screaming because of the fact that he blew up your ears.

You didn’t register Kirishima picking you up, or Bakugou staring after you in fear, or the others in the room scolding Bakugou or worrying about you.

All you knew in that moment was pain.

Pure, white hot, agonizing pain.

[pies-writes-and-more]

jealous

Word Count: 3,130

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some insecurity angst (only a little though) but all fluff otherwise!

A/N: thank you for the help and love you two give me @satan-ruler-of-hells​ @thisnoodlewritesao3​. Was having a shitty day so I queued this fic up to hopefully bring some smiles to people’s faces <3

Haikyuu Masterlist

Ushijima would never understand why people flocked to him the way they did during tournaments. No matter where the team went, there were people begging for answers to their invasive questions, people screaming in excitement as soon as they saw them, but why?

“You’re a big strong attractive dude, Ushi, I dunno what to tell ya. Not to mention, you’re the ace of a powerhouse school,” Tendō laughed when Ushijima asked him why. But it wasn’t like any of these girls knew him so why were they always asking for pictures?

But despite not really understanding, Ushijima often complied with the request for photos, standing there as stoic as ever, not even bothering to crack a smile. He didn’t want to make anyone upset and he felt like just going along with it might actually be easier than trying to run away.

But today, Tendō watched as one girl got prepared for a selfie, and surprised Ushijima with a kiss on the cheek for the photo. She squealed in excitement, thanking him even as she ran away. The two Shiratorizawa boys stood there in confusion, Tendō’s eyes looking around to make sure you weren’t around to experience that.

Ushijima stood there for a moment longer, his hand going up to his cheek and touching the place she had kissed him. Had that really just happened? How odd. Why would someone he had never even met before do something like that?

The thought left his mind as soon as it had entered, turning around to follow Tendō onto the court. But he noticed how his friend’s eyes seemed to glance around the hallway, as if looking for someone, then fall on him questioningly.

“What is it?” Ushijima asked, watching his friend’s eyes carefully. 

Tendō just laughed and shook his head, “I’m just glad poor Y/N didn’t have to watch that. Can’t say I’d envy her.”

Ushijima’s brow tensed a little hearing those words, trying to comprehend Tendō’s words and tone, “I don’t understand.”

“I mean, you’re constantly followed around by girls and you must see some of them all the time at every one of our tournaments. But you and Y/N haven’t had a lot of time to see each other now that practice is every day right? Plus... what girl wants to see her boyfriend get kissed by some random fangirl?” Tendō explained, holding his hands behind his head as they walked into the stadium courts. 

Ushijima frowned a bit, still not fully comprehending. You knew that he was busy with volleyball and you knew he loved you, didn’t you? So why did it matter what some insignificant people thought? Or what some random person did for that matter? Sure, it was an uncomfortable kiss and was awkward but would it matter? He didn’t even know the girl. 

Unbeknownst to either of them, the girl had posted the pic onto social media. Swarms of jealous students and gossip news reporters started to share the picture and repost it with the question “Is this Ushijima’s girlfriend?”

It didn’t take long for you to be tagged. One of your friend had sent the photo with a questioning keyboard smash, wondering if you had known.

You hadn’t.

You had been up in the stands when it all took place - you didn’t see Ushijima often before a game since he was usually stretching while you got there early to get good seats. You had been sitting up in the stands, talking to another friend of yours and some of the other players’ friends and family. But when you saw the picture, it was like everything around you started to move in slow motion.

Your heart felt like it was moving up your throat, your chest tightening. Who was this girl? Your fingers instantly clicked onto her profile, glancing at all of her public photos. She was gorgeous, thin, smart by the looks of it too. She even had a picture or her playing volleyball.

Something inside of you asked the question, “Would Ushijima be better off with someone like her?”

He wasn’t following her on social media, so he didn’t know who she was. It wasn’t uncommon for people to post their photos with Ushijima, but no fans had ever been so bold to kiss him for a picture before.

You couldn’t even remember the rest of the game. Your stomach was churning so much you thought you were going to be sick.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Your friend asked when they realized you hadn’t cheered as loud as you normally did during the games. You quickly plastered on a smile, nodding quickly.

“I’ve got to head out early! Tell the boys I said congratulations!” You asked them as the game came to an end, your feet quickly moving out of the stadium before the crowds left.

Ushijima could’ve sworn you had been up in the stands and you always came to his games. So where were you? Why hadn’t you come down yet? He stood in the hallway, watching as crowds of people left. Loads of them congratulated him or tried to strike up a conversation with him. But not a single one of them was you.

“Oh Ushijima! Y/N asked me to say congratulations!” Someone smiled up at him giving a thumbs up. He recognized them, they were friends with you weren’t they? So you had been here...

Ushijima’s forehead creased ever so slightly, “Where is she?”

“She said she had to go for some reason! She didn’t look so good when she left to be honest. Maybe she was feeling sick?” Your friend shrugged and gave another wave before rushing off.

Ushijima glanced at his phone, finding no notifications from you. If you had been feeling sick, why wouldn’t you tell him?

“You alright there, Ushi?” Tendō called, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We won, it’s time to go! What’re you standing around for?” His head spun around, looking for the missing part of their trio. “Where’s Y/N? It’s almost time for our celebratory dinner!”

“She left,” was all he said with a frown.

Tendō sucked in some air nervously, glancing at his own phone and all the notifications he had gotten over the recent scandal photo. “Think it might have to do with this?” He asked, showing the post to his friend. “Didn’t you get tagged in it too? Seems like the whole team was.”

“I don’t have notifications for those apps,” Ushijima shrugged. “I get tagged in a lot of things and it gets annoying.”

Tendō pouted at this, realizing that’s why Ushijima never responded to the hilarious things he would send him.

Ushijima was still frowning, wondering why everyone seemed so concerned with his dating life. He scrolled through the notifications that Tendō had on his phone, news reporters questioning Ushijima’s relationship status, people from their school mentioning Y/N and curiously wondering if they had broken up. 

All of this over some random girl? He glanced at her post a little closer, noting the caption read, “Ushi” with a little heart emoji next to it. He hadn’t been happy at all that some girl had decided to plant a kiss on his cheek but he never had the chance to tell her that before she ran off. 

“Why would Y/N leave over that?” Ushijima finally spoke, glancing again at his own phone to see if maybe you had texted him in the last few minutes.

Tendō sighed and raised an eyebrow to him, “Ushijima, some people get jealous.”

Jealous. The word echoed in Ushijima’s mind as he tried to consider the possibility that you were jealous over someone whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Wouldn’t you be jealous if you saw someone posting a similar photo of Y/N?” Tendō asked with a tilt to his head, curiously watching his friend’s expression. 

Ushijima let the thought cross over his mind while the two of them walked to where the rest of the team had gathered. What if some dude had posted a picture of Y/N, kissed her cheek, and everyone had assumed they were together? He frowned and shook his head of the awful thought, now understanding that maybe jealousy was that pit in his stomach he was currently experiencing. 

Although Coach Washijo growled a little in response, Ushijima insisted that he would not be joining the team for a celebratory dinner. When Goshiki asked Tendō where Ushijima was going, he’d just shrug and smile saying, “He’s off to be a good boyfriend.”

It must’ve been strange, seeing this tall man running around town, looking confused and frustrated. Numerous people around him glanced back at him, watching him with questioning eyes as he passed but Ushijima didn’t even noticed. He needed to make sure that you were okay.

You weren’t really sure why you left so quickly after the game was over. You knew the longer you waited to have this conversation with Ushijima, the more awkward you’d feel and the more upset that he’d be that you hadn’t brought it up sooner.

It’s not like you were mad at him or anything - how could you be? It wasn’t like he was the one kissing her, or that he had known she was going to do that - you knew it wasn’t the latter since Ushijima wasn’t all that big on PDA anyways so there was no way he’d be okay with it with some random girl... you hoped at least.

So if you weren’t mad, why did you run? You frowned as you tried to think of a good excuse, trying to tear apart the reasons for your behaviour. But all you could really think of is how insecure you had felt, seeing that picture. That girl was everything and you were... well what even were you?

Ushijima didn’t know how to beat around the bush - he didn’t know anything but being blunt and honest. So he had to be with you for a reason right? If he wanted to break up with you, he would’ve... right?

You groaned quietly, stuffing your face into the pillow you were holding into your lap. You needed to text him - he was probably wondering why you didn’t stay till after the game. But he hadn’t even texted you... hadn’t called... maybe he hadn’t noticed? You glanced at your phone one more time, as if waiting to see a notification you had missed or a text that you hadn’t heard the alert for.

Maybe you should just call him. Maybe if he hadn’t noticed, you both could just go out for food or have a nice night in and you could forget you ever saw that photo. You nodded slightly at your plan, moving your finger to call him. 

But a knock on your door distracted you. You looked up at the sound, glancing between that and your phone.

You dragged yourself out of bed, starting to type out a very nonchalant casual text to Ushijima as you made your way downstairs. Though it was very obvious once you opened the door that the text wasn’t needed.

“Y/N.”

What was it about the way he said your name that sent chills down your spine? 

You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing that all that time spent coming up with excuses was useless because here he was right in front of you, panting slightly, and you were drawing a blank.

“H-Hi, Ushijima,” you hesitated slightly, both standing there awkwardly until he nodded towards the inside of your house.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, his voice more gentle than usual even with his heavy breathing. 

You nodded slowly and let him in, watching as he tucked his shoes away and stood in front of you as if waiting for you to say something.

“So... congratulations on your win,” you offered after moments of silence.

His eyes just watched you, as if checking to make sure you were okay, “Your friend said you had to leave. They also mentioned you weren’t feeling well. Is that why you didn’t stay?”

You stuttered out some sort of syllables that were no where near to being words as your boyfriend placed his hand on your forehead, cupping your cheeks in his other hand, “You don’t feel feverish but you are a bit warm,” he stated quietly. “Would you like me to make you some soup?”

You shook your head quickly, stepping back from him slightly, “I’m okay, Ushijima, promise. My... stomach just didn’t feel right.”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched you, “Your stomach?”

You nodded, staring at your feet. You should just be honest, shouldn’t you? Ushijima was always honest with you. But what if you were honest and he came to the same realization - that he could do better than you?

“So this has nothing to do with that Instagram post?” Ushijima’s voice was stiffer this time around, almost... awkward? He shifted on his feet, trying to get you to look at him but when you wouldn’t, he just gently put his fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze to his. “Please talk to me, darling.”

It was as if you had been hiding tears this whole time and didn’t even realize it. But the softness in his voice and his eyes, the way he touched you, just made your eyes start to tear up, “It’s stupid,” you admitted after a moment and Ushijima’s thumb wiped away a tear that escaped you. “I know you don’t even know her.”

He nodded in response, stepping a bit closer to you now, “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” he told you, confirming what you had already assumed. “But I’m sorry.”

You gave a little laughing, shaking your head, “Ushijima, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know you take pictures with your fans sometimes.”

“No, I’m sorry because I didn’t understand why you would be upset at it at first. But Tendō helped me understand. Please don’t go taking photos like that with other men,” Ushijima asked you and made you laugh again. “I... I wouldn’t like it.” He admitted shyly, his lips turning to a small smile as he watched you laugh.

“She’s rather pretty though,” you mumbled softly, finally wiping the rest of your tears that were building in your eyes. “I just... You two look really good together.”

Ushijima seemed to think about this, lifting his eyes up to the ceiling as he considered your words, “She’s not ugly.” He stated simply, finally looking back down at you. “But I have no feelings towards her.”

“Feelings can be developed,” you suggested, hating every word that was coming from your mouth. Why were you arguing for him to leave you? Why were you trying to convince him?

Ushijima gave a chuckle this time, patting your head softly, “Why would I want to develop feelings for anyone else when I have so many feelings for you? You have nothing to be jealous over, love.”

Ushijima always said things with such honesty and you knew he would never say anything he didn’t mean... but didn’t he know there were girls out there much better than you?

“You are the one I want to be with. Not anyone else. All those girls I see at my games all look the same. But when I look at you,” Ushijima let his thumb graze over your lips gently, a small smirk on his lips, “I have to remind myself to stop looking at you. I have to tell myself that I’m staring. Before we started dating, Tendō told me you might think I was creepy because I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

You giggled, trying to not focus on the tingles this man’s finger left on your lips, “Oh ya?”

Ushijima just nodded firmly and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Y/N. I couldn’t care less about anyone else. Do you trust me?”

The question hung in the air for a moment - you knew you did but how long would it be before he realized just how incredible he was?

“Yeah,” you whispered, trying to shove down all of your anxieties. 

He watched you and even though you were saying yes, there was something about the way you were standing that didn’t match with your words. Ushijima wasn’t the best at understanding people, but he knew you. “Everyone of those fans would stop coming up to me if I wasn’t as good at volleyball. One day, when I can’t play as well anymore, or if I ever get injured, all those fans will disappear. But the only one I’d still want with me is you. That’s how I know I love you.”

And even if it was just for a moment, all your anxieties stopped. You smiled to yourself and threw your arms around him into a tight hug. Ushijima’s massive arms wrapped around you as he pressed more kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Next time, please talk to me honestly,” he whispered to you.

You nodded into his shoulder, closing your eyes tightly and murmuring back, “I love you too.”

The two of you would end up in your room, curled up with some show playing in the background before you’d sit up in realization, blinking at him in surprise, “Hang on, didn’t the team go for your celebration dinner?”

Ushijima shrugged and nodded, glancing at the time displayed on his phone screen, “Yeah they should be done soon. I imagine Tendō will text me to make sure you’re okay after.”

Your forehead creased in worry, staring at him, “Did... Did they drop you off on the way or something?”

Ushijima’s eyes shared your level of confusion, tilting his head as he tried to think about your question, “Why would they?”

“Ushijima, how the hell did you get here?” You asked with wide eyes, remembering how out of breath he was and wanting to hear the words from his lips.

“I ran,” he stated simply as if it was such a casual thing to do. “Is that important to know?”

“Babe, your tournament was across the city,” you gaped, mouth open slightly as your eyes widened even further. “That must’ve been such a long run, especially after a game!”

Ushijima thought for a moment, thinking about how the team had to take a bus to the games today, and how Y/N had to take transit. His mind tried to calculate the distance, though it wasn’t likely he’d get an answer. He just shrugged, thinking nothing of it as he settled back into your bed, “I could’ve gone farther,” was all he said as he pulled you in for some more cuddles, “as long as it was for you.”

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[hanji-is-life]

Getting overstimulated and humiliated by ya man while the whole squad is just making fun of you for being a punk bitch and deadass making you cry?

Or

Getting edged and cooed over by ya girl while the whole squad is dumbing you down (respectively)?

ORRRRR

Getting tossed around by the whole squad while getting simultaneously neglected, virtually becoming a piss poor pocket for them to fuck.

I don't have anybody in mind, just daily thoughts.

I have sat on this ask, just waiting for the time to properly write the last one because. wow.

since I don't write for Sero or Iida, this is a mixture of both squads 🥴

cw: this shit is filthy, gang bangs, slight dehumanization, mentions of double penetration

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"You see how well she takes my cock? What a fucking slut."

It's kind of hard trying to distinguish whose voice from who. Kirishima and Bakugou are starting to sound alike. Todoroki and Bakugou's dicks are starting to feel the same inside of your messy cunt. Kirishima and Deku's cooing is starting to blend together into a messy mush of praises in your empty head.

It is the best feeling yet.

You don't know how long they've been using your body. You're sure you guys have been going at it for five hours now, if the blurry image of the time on the video game screen is anything to indicate how long you've been nothing but a piss poor pocket for them to fuck.

It all started when Izuku invited you over to study. You had agreed, figuring the shy guy meant something more than study, and fuck, had you found out fast.

You weren't expecting Kirishima, Bakugou, or Todoroki to be there. Nor were you expecting them all to be pitching tents in their sweats as they backed you up into a literal corner.

As much as you wanted to be upset, this was literally a dream come true. It seemed like Bakugou was already aware of this, though.

"I've seen the way you looked at all of us." He's panting, hips smacking brutally into your sore thighs as he takes you from the back for what feels like the fifth time tonight. "You always wanted us to use your slutty ass, didn't you? Fucking dirty bitch."

You can only nod and whimper around Todoroki's cock in your mouth. Your hazy eyes can only register who it is from the two toned pubes that are pushed into your face in a rhythmic smack. The colors blur and make your eyes cross as you hum when another set of fingers start tugging at your swollen nipples.

"You gonna let me fuck this pretty little ass next?"

It's Kirishima, his warm breath fanning your neck as his other hand inches down to rub circles into your already stretched and leaking hole. Bakugou groans at the sight, starts fucking your cunt harder with growls and smacks against your cheeks.

Todoroki pulls out momentarily. You take this time to breathe, ready to utter out a weak yes, but your mouth is stuffed with another thick cock, decorated by thick green pubes.

"Hurry up, Kacchan, I want her pussy next."

They talk about you as if you weren't there. You love it.

"Shut the fuck up, nerd. Let me fuck another load in the bitch and then she's all yours."

You only want them to use you more. Use you as their own personal cum dump for however long they see fit.

"I'll take her ass again after you, Kirishima."

Todoroki is using your cheek to rut against, make it even messier with spit and precum. You're fucking filthy.

"Why not at the same time, bro?"

You'll always let them use you. You'll always be at their beck and call to be their little cumwhore. And what better way to spend a Friday night?

[2jaeh]

Country Club | Kim Doyoung

Genre: smut , daddy

Warnings: dilf! Doyoung, uni! Reader, RichAU,

Praise kink!, public, just DY being a hot rich dad tbh.

WORD COUNT: 2,9K

Author! SIN

Your father invited a friend to join you for your Saturday morning golf game, the catch was his friend and you have a very dirty secret.

A/N: admin SIN here! Sorry I’ve been IA, I’ve had so many commissions and I’m still working on the freaks prequel and another Yuta fic (help), so here’s a little smutty DY fic while y’all wait !

TAGS: @infnteen 🖤 thanks for the cute msg!

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It was a cool morning and the smell of the wet freshly cut grass signaled the first rain of spring. You were up in your room, taking a break from university, and you found yourself longing for the Mountain View’s of the country club.

Thankfully mom and dad were aching to host a spring party for their friends and you were able to tag along with them to your summer vacation home. It had been awhile since you’d been here, and the last time you set foot on these grounds you were almost in trouble.

Almost.

“Sweetheart dont you think the gardens look absolutely ravishing today” your mom marveled as you made your way downstairs in a white mini tennis skirt and a sky blue golf shirt.

“Absolutely mother” you smiled and placed kiss on her forehead before grabbing the pitcher of lemonade and poured yourself a glass. You stood in front of the clear glass sliding doors watching your father pace the lawn probably talking to a work friend on his phone.

“Mother I thought we were going to the golf course today, he’s not planning on working is he ?” You pouted, stuffing a blueberry muffin into your mouth.

“Your father will never miss a golf session dear” your mother chuckled, “just get your things together sweety your dad will be with you shortly.”

Sighing you downed the last of the lemonade and went to the shoe rack to find your white tennis shoes and asked one of the estates employees to load your golf bag into the golf cart.

Shortly after, your dad followed, a huge smile spread across his face as he noticed your cheeky pout obviously knowing what mood you were in.

“I’m sorry hun but work called, those varsity tuition isn’t going to pay itself now is it ?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and slipped into the golf carts driver seat and patted the seat next to you,

“Ok fine but I’m driving.”

The two of you made your way down the courtyard and into the country club’s entrance. The gravel road was covered by huge oak trees, placed strategically along the sides leading to the huge mansion at the end.

Your father directed you to the golf course and one of the gates men welcomed you in before all you saw in front of you was the bright green golf course.

“I’m feeling lucky today hun, I can feel it” your dad squeezed his fist while you let out a chuckle, “easy there Tiger Woods”

“Well I’m definitely going to beat Doyoung that’s for sure”

“Doyoung ?” Saying his name already brought you a flash of memories.

“Yeah you remember my work buddy Mr Kim right ? He’s here helping out with the party, he brought over his sons too” your dad spoke as you pulled up to the first hole.

“What about his....wife ?” You swallowed, as your mind raced back to last year’s Christmas lunch.

First and fur-most Kim Doyoung was the hottest dad at the country club. He was still quite young in comparison to the other fathers thanks to his choices of getting hitched way too early. Most people would describe him as helpful, responsible the kind of guy who genuinely helped out the people around him.

But you knew a very different side to him.

It was the evening of the lunch that you and a friend had snuck outside for a smoke, knowing your fathers would be tremendously upset with that action for their little girls. After your friend ran off to God knows where, Doyoung had emerged and the look on his face as he watched you drag in that cigarette was...something.

“You’re such a naughty girl y/n disobeying daddy like this” he said in a silky voice, taking the cigarette with his slender fingers and placing it to his own mouth.

You watched him in awe, pulling in that cigarette and exhale the smoke up into the sky like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Please don’t tell my dad Mr Kim” you had said in a high tone, surprising yourself at the hint of desperation in your voice.

“Don’t worry it will be our little secret love” Doyoung winked taking in another drag but this time he grabbed your chin and blew the smoke into your mouth. It felt intoxicating. But a sudden call from his wife had pulled you out of your fantasy and he disappeared, not seeing him since then.

Until now ofcourse.

“Oh your mother didn’t tell you ? Doyoung and Hani are divorced now, yeah she took off with some model and left him with the kids” your dad shrugged and greeted the caddy waiting on the course for him.

“Oh I see” you responded, placing a baseball cap on your head and watched your father tee off.

It wasn’t long until you heard another golf cart behind you as you began setting up your shot, wanting to look back desperately.

“Kim Doyoung” your father bellowed as you took your shot and turned around to meet your guests.

You noticed Doyoung had brought both his sons, Jeno a guy somewhat around your age and his little brother Jisung. It was quite surprising to see them outside when you knew they preferred to stay couped up in their bedrooms playing video games.

“Hey y/n, I didn’t know you’d be here too” Jeno shyly waved while Jisung inspected a golf club.

“Yeah I’m on spring break, so I decided to spend a bit of it here” you replied, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Doyoung smiled at you innocently and held out his hand, “it’s good to have you back y/n” he said as you took his hand and nodded shyly. Doyoung returned to his conversation with your father and all you could do was stare at how gorgeous he looked today.

Dressed in white slacks, a navy blue polo shirt and black rimmed glasses, girls your age may not understand your desires but to you Doyoung was incredibly sexy to say the least.

He was well built too, his wide shoulders and small waist gave him a swimmer physique, it was all too tempting to know what he looked like underneath his attire.

“How about we mix the teams, you and y/n versus Jeno and I ?” Your dad suggested and Doyoung looked over at you briefly and smiled,

“You got yourself a deal, winner gets that Sauvignon Blanc you’ve been hoarding in your cellar” Doyoung chuckled and set up his ball for his shot.

You tried not to stare but God was it hard. You watched as his eyes narrowed on his target and his dark hair waved as he swung. Doyoung twisted his body posing as he watched his almost perfect swing lead his ball closer it’s target.

“Jeno get ya head in the game boy” your father grumbled as Jeno found himself lost in a game on his phone.

Jisung snickered as Jeno sighed and removed himself from his game to join the one he was supposed to be playing in reality. You could already tell that your competitive father immediately regretted his decision of swopping teams when Jeno’s swing only had the ball drop just a few feet away from him.

“I mean, that was a hit alright” You stifled a laughter.

“I’m not used to these golf clubs!” Jeno whined as his father tapped him on his shoulder, “A good player never blames the equipment son, y/n let’s head over to the hole shall we ?” Doyoung said jumping into his cart.

“Are we not waiting until we’re done ?” Your father grumbled still watching Jeno struggle with his form.

“Seems like we’ll be here all night if one team doesn’t get a move on” Doyoung pressed his lips together, hiding the smug smile that was beginning to form on his face,

“The caddy’s will make sure we’re not...cheating, let’s go win this y/n.”

You hugged your sulking father and hopped in the golf cart next to Doyoung, keeping your eyes on the path ahead of you.

From time to time you found yourself staring over at him, taking in that side profile as he casually maneuvered the vehicle over the greenery until you arrived at your destination.

“Shall we ?” Doyoung said, wetting his bottom lip with tongue and placed his cold hand on your exposed thigh.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, much like that night with the cigarette. You wanted more, you wanted to test just how far you could go.

And knowing that sneaking around in secret like this only made it more exciting.

“It’s going to be pretty easy to sink this” you pouted as you noticed your ball was just mere centimeters away from the first hole.

“You sound disappointed” Doyoung raised an eyebrow as he watched you set up your shot.

“We’re going to be quite far ahead of them”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing”

You looked up at Doyoung who causally waited aside, watching you line up your shot. He wasn’t going to say it just yet, but he was definitely enjoying the view.

Sucking in a deep breath you hit the ball, but missed the target completely and felt your cheeks heat up when Doyoung lightly chuckled.

“Your form is correct you just hit it way too hard, here let me help you”

Doyoung dropped his club and made his way over to you as you got into position for your shot. Your breathing hitched when he stood behind you, a hand placed around your waist and the other on top of yours on the golf club.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he pulled your hips against his, bending you slightly over to feel a little more of you.

Your eyes fluttered up to where the caddy was, nervous that he’d feel some type away about this interaction but he was too invested in his phone to care.

“He’s not going to say or do anything, trust me” Doyoung whispered into your ear as you felt his hand tighten around your waist and pull your ass even closer to his crotch.

“Like this ?” You pushed your ass up to grind up against him, satisfied when you heard a small moan escape his lips.

You hit the ball and watched it sink into the hole in satisfaction. Doyoung pulled away from your body and clapped at your victory,

“Well done love” he praised and it made you rub your thighs together. You don’t know why but hearing him praise you made you so wet, all you wanted to do was be his good girl.

Doyoung’s turn was next and he easily sunk in his shot and before you knew it you two were already on your way to the next hole.

This time in the drive Doyoung had one hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly as he drove through the course casually. Finally pulling up to the next hole, you immediately got into position to tee off,

“Am I doing it right ?” You pouted back at Doyoung who stood a distance as he downed a bottle of water.

“You got this love, hey I’ll tell you what” Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first button of his Ralph Lauren polo shirt,

“If you get this in with Atleast three shots I’ll give you a reward.”

You swallowed hard, your mind buzzing with what the reward could be. Shaking your head that was filled with fantasies you took your shot, surprised that it was a pretty decent one at that.

“Well done love, you must really want that reward” Doyoung mused, his small praises driving you into a frenzy once again.

Doyoung quickly took yet another perfect shot and the two of you hopped in the cart headed for the final stretch of the play.

Again not wasting anytime you took your shot and managed to complete the round in just two shots, immediately turning to Doyoung and gave him a dashing smile.

“Wow love, you did beautifully” he praised, coming over to stroke your back and sent your thoughts into overdrive,

“Let me finish up here and we can sort that reward out” Doyoung’s voice was filled with mischief.

Just like he said Doyoung finished his round quite quickly and went over to the caddy whispering to him before heading back to you in the cart.

“What did you tell him ?” You asked as Doyoung started the ignition and began driving on a slightly different, more secluded path.

“Told him not to follow us, and just meet us at the next hole” Doyoung pressed his lips together and you watched his eyes search for a spot that was hidden from passerby’s.

Doyoung stopped the engine and jumped out of the cart, quickly pulling you out and leaned your back against the hood of the golf cart. His eyes were dark and a smirk grew on his face as his fingers brushed against your cheek, over your chest and eventually landed on your thigh.

“You love to praised y/n, I’ve taken notice of that” he hummed and his fingers separated your legs slightly as it moved higher up your skirt.

“I want you to know how good I am” you fluttered your lashes at him, leaning back into the hood and licked your lips.

“You think you’re good ?” Doyoung chuckled darkly as his finger grazed your soaked underwear, “I think you’re a bad girl y/n, just so fucking bad.”

You bit down on your lip as Doyoung pushed your underwear to the side and pushed his index finger into your core. You threw your head back as Doyoung slowly fingered you, bringing his mouth to you jaw and kissed you gently.

“But you know a promise is a promise and you deserve your reward” Doyoung responded by inserting two more fingers in you, quickly using his free hand to cover your mouth before you moaned.

“I’m good...daddy”

Doyoung’s ears perked at the nickname and responded by moving his fingers even faster, pushing his large frame into yours as you began chasing your orgasm.

Just as you were about to come undone Doyoung removed his fingers and wiped your wetness on your skirt before pulling you into a hot and sloppy kiss.

“If you think you’re a good girl, how about doing something about this huh” Doyoung growled into your ear and grabbed your hand, placing it over his hardened member.

You immediately slipped down to your knees and unbuckled his pants, waiting to please him. Doyoung freed his member and looked down as you took him into your mouth, making sure every inch of him entered before slowly sucking him off.

“Fuck...that feels so good, you’re doing so good my love” he sighed, throwing your cap aside and grabbed tufts of your hair as you sucked him off in the middle of the country club golf course.

Doyoung began thrusting into your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat and he came undone, feeling every bit of him slide down your throat.

Doyoung brought you up and swiped his thumb across your lips before inserting it into your mouth while you sucked on it gently.

“You’re right, you’re such a good girl” he praised and began rubbing his member in between your thighs as you felt him slowly grow hard once more.

“Do I get a reward again daddy ?” You placed your manicured hands on his chest and looked up at him with barely innocent eyes.

“Ofcourse, anything for you my love” Doyoung mused and spun you around, bending you over the golf cart and dropped your panties down to your knees.

Doyoung pushed his member into your core and slipped a hand in front between your legs to stimulate you while he fucked you senseless. He placed a hand over your mouth once more, the last thing he needed was your father or his own damn kids walking in on this.

But he wanted to feel as much of you as he could and removed the hand from your mouth and slipped it under your shirt, giving your breast a squeeze.

“Don’t you dare make a sound my love, or else I’ll stop” Doyoung grunted as he heard your soft whimpers in his ear.

Doyoung felt himself getting closer again and pulled out, leading you to the seats of the cart and propped you up on it and entered you again. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you felt him twitch inside of you. Grabbing onto the seats for support you nodded at him, signaling that you too were close and Doyoung sped up until you came all over his member and he pulled out waiting for your mouth to return to his tip.

“Take it all in again my love, you’re such a good girl” he groaned, biting down on his lips and your mouth wrapped around him once more and felt his liquid run down your throat for the second time that day.

You finally cleaned up and Doyoung neatened himself before texting the caddy that the two of you were on your way.

“What’s the next reward daddy ?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you watched a smug smile spread across his face as he drove,

“Well after this game is over and you get yourself cleaned up, how about meeting for another reward daddys room ?”

[filthforfriends]

In the Backseat

Based on my picture smut prompt game. For @innerstrawberrypolice (I don't know why it was this picture of all of them that inspired me)

“That's right, why don’t you go sit in the back of the car because no one wants to talk to you when you’re in this mood,” Damiano goaded Vic. They had a way of resorting to their 2017 selves when under enough stress for weeks on end. Instead of biting back at Damiano, Victoria did go seclude herself in the back of the van with a huff. Feeling self righteous, Damiano propper his feet up on the dash, seated on the passenger side.

“Dami, could you help me lift this?” Leo called. They loaded gear into the middle row, blocking Victoria off from everyone. Thomas knew from her stance that she wasn’t talking because people would hear tears in her voice. She was so steadfast in her gaze out the window, because otherwise people would see her reddened cheeks. Damiano could be too harsh, and Vic refused to be a victim. After a nap on the long car ride to the airport, everyone would make nice and this would just be another spat that got forgotten about. Until then, Thomas decided to give her some company.

Gingerly, he stepped over and ducked under various instruments until he’d made his way to the back seat. Hearing someone enter her space, Victoria’s face was harsh, until she realized it was Thomas. Wordlessly, he sat next to her, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. He put a comforting arm around her and chuckled when Victoria completely rearranged her body so they could cuddle. She threw her legs over Thomas’ lap, turning her body to lean into his.

The stubble on her bare skin raised where Thomas rubbed his hand up and down her shin. Unusual for her, Victoria wasn't wearing trousers. It was sweltering outside and they didn’t have press, so she was in a little black sundress. Thoughtlessly, Thomas started stroking from ankle to knee cap. He’d been trying to put together a guitar riff all morning, bits of it kept rattling around in his head. The hand that had fallen from her shoulder to mid back played the chords.

Thomas didn’t notice how affected Victoria was. He really should have, considering half the time she was only upset because of her record setting libido and lack of sexual partners. The van was freezing from the air conditioning, and his body was warm where she snuggled against it, his palm on her leg, warmer. His hand gently tapping on her lower back was bringing all her awareness downwards.

She squirmed, and Thomas, thinking she was getting more comfortable, kissed her head. His hand patted her thigh assuringly and evoked memories of his long fingers during their occasional past hookups. She swallowed hard when he pressed his face to her scalp.

“You smell good,” he murmured, and Vic was sure he was thinking about the same thing she was. Leo and Ethan were two rows away with earphones in, behind a wall of equipment. What better way for one friend to cheer up another than an orgasam?

Thinking about strumming patterns, Thomas hand brushed the top of her thighs where they met. Thomas’ face seemed lost in space, but when his hand brushed her again, Victoria didn’t need to be told twice and parted her legs so his hand fell between them. The foregin sensation brought Thomas back from songwriter to physical world. He looked at the odd place his hand had fallen and found Victoria gazing at him expectantly. Oh.

Upon seeing the confusion on his face, Vic turned crimson red up to her ears. Here was sweet Thomas trying to be friendly and comforting and she was a horn dog expecting to get fingered. They may have been close, but this was still mortifying. The look of realization came  just in time for her attempts to move away. Thomas got a grip on her inner thigh that made Victoria shiver.

“Wait,” he hissed. Slowly, she turned her body back towards him. “You need this?” He raised a questioning eyebrow, no judgment. She nodded vigorously. “Okay.” Thomas reached between her legs and pulled her panties down to her knees. He scooted to the other side of the seat where he could keep watch. This allowed Vic to lay back on the seat, pussy in Thomas’ lap, Nobody looking in would see.

Neither of them dared to breathe as Thomas pressed the first finger inside. Victoria braced herself for the sensation of him brushing her g-spot, biting down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. Thomas tossed her his sweater to use as a gag. He waited until Vic was secure to really touch her. He curled his hand so his thumb was pressed to her clit. He inserted a second finger immediately, knowing that she liked the stretch, and watched her eyes roll back and hips buck.

She was almost too wet to do this, his fingers making squelching sounds as pushed inside her body. He had to be slow with his movements, which she didn’t like. Still, Victoria could life her hips to meet him and find the impact she craved. His thumb nudged her clit, brushing in clockwise, then counterclockwise circles. He started tracing the alphabet and got to the letter G before her legs clamped around his hand, signaling approval.

“Hey is she asleep back there?” Damiano whisper-yelled from the front seat. Victoria felt a wave of ice cold fear, but Thomas kept his cool, barely messing up the rhythm.

“Yeah, yeah she’s out. She has her earphones in if you want to play music.” God bless you Thomas.

“Cool, there's this song that Ethan showed me thats so fucking strange its kind of genius.”

“My favorite kind, you should use the aux.” Victoria heard the beep of the phone connecting, then music blasting through the speakers.

“Oh shit, shit, shit,” Damiano hissed, turning it down dramatically.

“It's okay she’s still asleep. ” If she were any other person in this situation, Victoria would find it hilarious.

“I’ll just play this song in case she does wake up.” Thomas couldn’t hide his glee at the time constraint. For the first time he looked at you, smirking. Challenge accepted, not just for Victoria to cum, but for Thomas to keep his poker face.

When at least three layers of raucous guitars kicked in, Victoria snapped her hips up, demanding attention. He pistoned his fingers into her pussy on beat with the kick drum. With each undulation of her body, Vic demanded he go faster, and faster still. When he finally reached a speed she was happy with, the veins in his arms were becoming visible from exertion. Thomas was visibly straining with focus, Damiano kept turning around to see his reaction to the song and multi-tasking has never been his strong suit.

Her inner thighs were moist on the sides of Thomas’ hand. She was so turned on and had so little to work with that he actually felt a wave of sympathy. Victoria's hand had come down to tend to her clit so Thomas could focus on fingering her. Everytime their bodies met he would push that last bit of length inside, watching the way her eyelids fluttered when he curled his fingers. It was becoming so noisy he worried the music wouldn’t be enough. Vic didn’t. She was too close to orgasam to give a fuck.

With his free hand, he yanked her further onto his lap to gain control. While this lost some range of motion, he did gain the ability to sneak his hand under her dress and into bralette. He roughly brushed his thumb over the right nipple then moved over and twisted the left one. He tugged on it gently, then not so gently, until Vic made a noise he was almost certain Damiano could hear. He could feel the way her legs were trembling around his arm and tried to keep up with her aggressive pace. Last time he put this much focus into his hand eye coordination he was trying to learn Hendrix’s version of the National Anthem.

Hoping to push her over the edge, he moved back to the nearly untouched nipple and flicked it. He repeated the motion and felt Victoria squeeze down on his fingers. He allowed himself a brief glance as she came on his lap, body twitching. Having to force his eyes away from her body in pleasure, especially pleasure he’d helped her achieve, was brutal. However, he turned back just in time to meet Damiano’s excited eyes. He probably thought Thomas looked so enraptured because of the song.