#the caption... get his ass 13

[thjslove]

house md · season 4 You spend your whole life looking for answers… Because you think the next answer will change something, maybe make you a little less miserable. And you know that when you run out of questions, you don't just run out of answers. You run out of hope. You glad you know that?

[seonghwaddict]

falling and sleeping — choi jongho

in which falling in love with you felt like falling asleep; natural and unnoticed.

best friend!choi jongho x fem!reader. genre. fluff, crack, friends to lovers. warnings. cursing, none he's just a little nervous. wc. 1.5k. rating. pg-13

lilo’s notes. hiii here's a fluffy little jongho fic because i love him. this isn’t proofread btw i’m sorry for any errors! also, my upload schedule is now on saturday's :3

listening to. from the start, laufey

masterlist.

“hyung!”

jongho burst into the living room of his shared dorm with wooyoung and hongjoong. hongjoong was nowhere to be found, likely at the studio or something, and wooyoung sprawled on the couch, watching a drama on the tv, scrolling through his phone, and taking occasional sips of his comically large coffee cup simultaneously. at the sound and sudden appearance of jongho, he looked away from the screen.

“something wrong?” he yawned, turning his phone off and dropping it on his chest.

“yes. i figured out my problem-“

wooyoung snorted, eyes drifting back to the television screen. “yeah? which one?”

“shut the fuck up, i’ll strangle you,” jongho paused what was supposed to be his dramatic monologue to glare at the dark haired fox-resembling man on the couch. he waited a second before sighing. “my y/n problem. i figured it out. so-“

“you have a problem with her?” at the mention of jongho’s best friend’s name, wooyoung’s attention was captured. if he had a problem with you, that meant something terrible must have happened. truthfully, wooyoung would hate that. he’d been rooting for the two of you for years, even if neither of you were aware of how perfect you were for each other.

“hey! stop interrupting me,” jongho kicked his shin lightly before continuing, “well, no, we don’t have a problem but things felt weird for some reason and i have come to a conclusion.”

“okay… and…?” wooyoung gestured for him to continue, his dramatic pause putting him on edge.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“… excuse me?” it was then that he decided to turn off the tv, giving his full attention to his younger friend.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“oh, for the love of-“ wooyoung groaned and threw himself back on the couch, screaming into a pillow, “CHOI JONGHO YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HER!”

a confused expression crossed his face as he watched his friend’s dramatic antics and jongho sat down, forcefully pulling the pillow from wooyoung’s face. he should’ve found hongjoong instead, maybe he would’ve been more helpful.

“no, no, don’t be silly,” he tossed the pillow aside and spoke, hands flailing around to emphasise his point. wooyoung was on he verge of banging his head against a wall, “lately when i go near her my stomach itches and i feel all warm and sometimes it gets hard to breath and…”

the realisation that spread across his face was a picture wooyoung wanted to take and print out, plastering it on his wall and also adding it to his resume with the caption ‘i’m literally cupid.’

“… and oh my god i’m in love with her.”

a loud cheer left wooyoung as he sprang up from the couch, going on a five minute rant about how long he’d been waiting for this and how he always knew there was something. “you should go tell her right now.”

“w-what- no! i just figured out i’m in love with my best friend and you expect me to just… go and tell her?”

“that’s exactly what i expect,” he nodded, crossing his arms and leaning his weight on one leg, “didn’t she tell you about how she overheard someone say some guy from her workplace wanted to ask her out for valentines?”

“well, yeah… but-”

“no buts!” he held his palm up, silencing jongho. “you can’t let that home-wrecker ask her out before you. so, get your ass off that couch, change into something nice and go tell her you love her. and buy some flowers in the way.”

“it’s not home-wrecking if we aren’t even toge-“

“that’s besides the point, now do as i say if you ever want a relationship with her.” wooyoung rolled his eyes and turned on his heels, walking to where his jacket hung on the coat rack. he pulled out his wallet and, surprisingly, fished out his credit card to give to jongho. “this is for flowers and some chocolates only.”

and so half an hour later he was walking down the hallway of your floor of your apartment building, wearing an all-black ensemble of slacks a shirt and a trench coat, holding a bouquet of various flowers he didn’t know the names of in one hand and a small box of your favourite chocolate ms in the other. he could still abort and leave without you ever knowing he was there in the first place. you’d given him a key to the building a while ago, trusting him with it since your apartment was practically his second home.

he considered doing just that again, but the bought of you going out with another man who wasn’t him had his heart aching, giving him some courage to finally step in front of your door. he practiced what he wanted to say to you under his breath as he stared at the familiar dark grey door. when he thought he was ready, he reached out to ring the doorbell.

only to pull away at the last second and begging pacing back and forth nervously. eventually, he stopped, clenching his eyes shut and forcing himself to ring your doorbell. there was no going back now.

when you opened the door and you looked at him with your bright eyes and enchanting smile, he felt the nervousness in his stomach melt away and get replaced by butterflies and a soft pink tint on his cheeks. “oh, hey, jjong-“

“i love you.”

you blinked at him, not noticing the very obvious items in his hands, eyes fixed in his face. not quite understanding, you chuckled lightly, “you know i love you too.”

“no, you don’t get it. i mean, i in love with you. i fucking love you and i’m not sure if i’ve ever felt so strongly about someone in my life. i smile when someone mentions you, my heart flutters when i’m around you, fuck, when i see your smile it feels like all my problems have been solved and… your presence, god, it just fucks me up in the best way possible. i can’t believe i didn’t realise this sooner, but i’ve fallen for you, y/n. though, i suppose i didn’t realise it because falling felt like sleeping and sleeping feels so natural and easy that i never realised it until now.”

you stared at each other. he stared with all the admiration he could muster and you stared with mild shock and, under that, relief. “you… you love me?”

“oh my god, i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have- i’ve made things awkward, haven’t i? just- just forget that-“

you soft palm covering his lips drove him to silence, looking at you with wide eyes as you pulled him into your apartment, closing the door with your unoccupied hand. his heart skipped a beat as you grinned and whispered your next words.

“jongho, i love you—in that way—too.” you dropped your hand from his mouth slowly, looking down at the flowers and the chocolates, giggling, “you really didn’t have to get all this.”

you took them out of his hands slowly, avoiding his gaze, flustered as you placed his gifts on the marble counter of the kitchen behind you. he hadn’t said anything since your confession, cheeks burning and jaw dropped slightly. he couldn’t believe it. he couldn’t believe you liked loved him back.

he drew your attention to him, breathing out your name. “you… you love me too?”

“yes, you dense cabbage, i love you,” your laugh was melodic as you took both his hands in yours, nodding, “now shut up and kiss me.”

jongho’s expression finally changed into a giddy grin as he pulled his hands out of your grasp to hold your waist, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours. when you didn’t protest, not that he expected you to, he deepened it into a proper kiss that he hoped conveyed his need for you. he felt like his knees would go weak as your delicate hands trailed up his torso to his head, brushing his hair absentmindedly as you kissed him back with equal intensity.

eventually, you had to separate to catch your breaths and jongho mentally cursed the human need for oxygen. he liked kissing you, your lips slotting together like puzzle pieces. when he felt like the tension had gone completely, he leaned forward to press repeated pecks to your lips, basking in the way you giggle and tried to meet each one of his quick kisses.

“i think i have a tiny crush on you,” you muttered once he decided he kissed you enough (it was never enough, really, but he wanted to let you breathe), fighting back a stupid grin.

“you think?” he snorted, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your jawline and eyes full of affection.

“yeah, a teeny tiny one.”

he laughed heartily, giving you one more peck “i paid with wooyoung’s card, by the way.”

“in that case you should’ve gotten at least five more bouquets.”

network. @cromernet

taglist. @ad0rechuu @sankatchu @mlink64 @yeosangsbb @seonghwasbbgirl @likexaxdaydream @dreamingofyeo

[accio-victuuri]

how many cpns can you get from a 7 second douyin by wyb? 💚💚💚

The Douyin King is back! I know i’m not the only one who missed his random ass douyin posts. They are very much welcome, he is free to share one everyday. I’m cackling at the comparison going around between WYB and other people. So, the rest of the celebrities and influencers are posting on a regular basis per month and have different topics.

photos at work, travel photos, interests/hobbies. this line represents the whole year. there is another diagram that shows how many per line, like 1-2 or more. then you have wang yibo 😂😂😂

line 1 : I'm busy at work and have no time. // line 2: I don’t have time to skateboard, ride a motorcycle or play golf // line 3: Visit my gege’s camping site and the volcano scenery is very good and has a lot of material// line 4: happy and don’t have much time// line 5: Shoot whoever is lucky enough to shoot!

then all the lines after is when he will post — shows that he will share a lot towards the end of the year to keep up with KPI. lol. he is rushing his homework again, to the point that on the video, people are searching what wyb’s kpi mean. which is the engagement metrics he needs to reach and now he gotta work on it, even the fans know and expect it.

the memes are also hilarious! 😂😂😂 ( cat memes below ) basically him working on making his “cool” posts to the internet.

Honestly, never change yibo. We love you as you are, Our Gremlin Best Actor. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

That was a long intro, now let’s move on to the sweets & CPN…..

• @rainbowsky already talked about the messenger bird CPN & how it might be for ZZ’s Hennessy endorsement.

• similarity in how sometimes, they just wanna post an emoji for caption. this one is a cute parallel from 2021 and 2023. If you wanna further clown with WYB using kadian 13 for yizhan then go ahead too 😌

• it is being compared to him referencing his shoes before, picking up his shoes ( xie zi ) (xz) ; and now it’s another homophonic clue ( jm ) ⬇️⬇️⬇️

yes we know that you get to meet more often now cause you are both in Beijing! It’s so cool how their language can be used for so many things and you can play with it to send different meanings. international fans could never 💀💀💀💀

• talking about picking up and meeting, cpfs remembered ZZ’s 11/17/21 douyin post. It’s the one with him and a light saber and a sexy transformation. Going by his clothes, I’m thinking it was what he wore during the DC tencent conference and at the time of posting it was already considered as leftover. but I could be wrong, cause he might have worn other leather jackets that year for ads.

anyway, the point is — please compare the background of the rooms. the walls. you know. add the floor too. 👀

look, this isn’t the most unique type of interior. i would say it’s pretty basic like how we clown about hotel curtains. i’m guessing yibo’s is an evisu shoot sometime ago ( cause his hair is not that fluffy anymore idk if his stylist did something to make it like that even with his recent cut ). this place may be a studio of sorts that can be rented out and they just happen to have filmed there.

or… or…..

this could be XZS office. or one of their rented office. Why? this CPN is similar to the one in 2020. How we speculated that the birthday shoot was done in XZS office so ZZ could supervise the direction of the shoot too.

we also love to talk about how xzs and ybo office are right next to each other ( it’s a fact xzs is close to yuehua building actually ) so maybe that can be an explanation too 😂😂😂 it’s not uncommon for an office to have a separate space to do regular photoshoots so maybe theirs have that. or this could have been done after and wyb dropped off their office and took this.

hahahahahaha! so many explanations all because of a wall. that’s the kind of life we turtles have 🙃

Personally, i’m hoping for a 24 hour relay between them. 🙏🏼

-END.

[luvvrz]

Okay but I feel like we as a society genuinely don't talk enough about how the boys would be if Supernatural took place today, in like 2024. For starters, Dean would be twitter famous, *that's* a given. Stan twitter would be all over that, making edits of him, and he'd EAT THAT SHIT UP. And don't even get me started about the thirst traps he'd be dropping on TikTok.

Sammy, on the other hand, would have absolutely no social media except, like, an Instagram that Dean begged him to make. He always had like a steady 13 followers for like the six years he had the account, and the only post on it is some nerdy ass picture he took in early high-school that's captioned 'I'm a 9th grader now 😄." Then, of course, everybody finds out that THEE Dean Winchester has an equally cute little brother, and they all flock to his account, and overnight, he gains like 300 thousand followers...

And all he's got to show for it is that dinky ass picture from high-school when his bangs were cut too damn short, and Dean won't tell him how to delete it.

[108garys]

Manny Sherman dialogue transcribed

I really enjoyed transcribing the little hope puritan dialogue a bit ago despite it being one heck of an undertaking and I've always wanted to do a similar thing on a much smaller scale(this time) so as an afternoon task I pulled up a video of the four Sherman tapes and typed out his on screen dialogue, it'll be good for writing him and better understanding his vocabulary and maybe some time around I'll do something a little more substantial like Randolph Hodgson's journal but that aside I feel Sherman's dialogue flows really well and does a great job with characterisation, can you believe there's barely more than a thousand words from him all up? Regardless I've tried to follow the in game captions on the video which can be a little hard at times due to white text on a grey background with the occasional white detail obscuring stuff but I believe I got it at least 99% accurate and beyond that I added in places in brackets that he laughed but not the uncaptioned sounds of him getting his ass kicked because I thought one added something and the other wouldn't(and here's the video I used)

(interrogation - tape 1)

Manny Sherman. Born January one. Nineteen fifty-six.

Come on, you already know all this. What do you want?

What's this?… Huh… You've been doing your research, haven't you Special Agent Munday?

What are my favorite television programs?

Describe my first pet.

What were your friends like as a child?

What is this?!

You taking a survey or you trying to learn something?

Would it kill you to be direct?

You wanted to know what inspired me? As if I wasn't an original?

Well… maybe there was one man I found myself a little fascinated by.

Henry. Howard. Holmes.

Why? Because he was numero uno.

America's first. The guy invented the trade. He set the benchmark, you know?

Learn your history, Munday. Read a book.

You think because I stuck a blade in some people and get off on it I'm not smart?

I, heh… 'allegedly'… killed 13 people before you got smart enough to find me…

__

(interrogation - tape 2)

…had to build my own little castle, just like Holmes did.

Most people like me do their business where their target lives. That's just asking to get caught.

Holmes had the right idea. It was all about the honeytrap.

You bring me some smokes? Like I asked?

Lucky Reds? Yes! These are like gold in here. Damn that's good. So yeah, the honey pot.

Holmes built a hotel about a mile from the World's Fair and CALLED it the World's Fair Hotel and bought ad space in the papers alongside ads for the expo.

Rubes from far and wide assumed it was the official hotel!

Ma and Pa Kettle take a train in from Nebraska, takes three days, they roll up into that joint ready to rest, get to their room… and whoops- what do ya know… Holmes had a gas pipe hidden under the bed and poisons them.

Or maybe he pulls a trap door on them.

Maybe he separates them and makes one watch through a window while he slits the other's throat.

That's the advantage of a honey pot: no shortage of targets.

That's why I picked all those houses north of the airport.

That whole neighborhood was scheduled for demolition and yet…

All those lovely realtor ladies must not have gotten the memo.

Call up as a contractor, tell them I'm flipping, have them meet me out there… and look at that… we're the only two people for miles.

The first couple times I'd wait for a plane to fly over, just to hide their screams, but…

after a while I realized they could scream as loud as they wanted.

No one was gonna hear a thing.

That's what I remember most.

Those screams.

You can try to understand why I am the way I am. You can forensic science up all the data you want.

But you'll never know… You'll never know, Munday… You'll never really know how it feels when you watch the fire burn out of somebody.

__

(interrogation - tape 3)

(laughter)

A whole carton this time? You trying to get on my good side or something?

Think I'll save them.

What? No questions? What's going on with you, Munday?

You seem different.

(laughter) I see that that glimmer in your eye, you little devil.

I can keep secrets, man… we all have them.

That prosecutor is trying to get numbers out of me. Know that?

Of course you know that. Numbers. They got Holmes for 27… but we know he was closer to 200, right?

Can you imagine that? I wish I'd had the time to try and beat that.

Sure they know about those nice realtor ladies… they got families after all.

But the numbers the D.A. is asking me about… I think he knows there's some people out there- rejects… misfits… the kind of people that when you see them coming you look the other way.

Does anyone notice if they go missing?

My father always told me to leave my mark on the world.

I never knew what he meant by that- not until I watched that first girl bleed out.

I call it art. That's my signature on society.

It's not murder, it's an aesthetic response to what this has world made me.

Ask people to list killers, and they'll drop five, ten on you before they can't think of any more.

Ask them to name the detectives that caught those killers- no one is going to say a damn thing.

No one knows them. No one cares.

No one makes movies about them.

No one puts their faces on t-shirts.

No one gives a shit.

(quiet chuckle)

I've left my mark on the world…

…have you?

__

(interrogation - tape 4)

You want to know what it means to be a killer?

You ever been to the art museum downtown?

They got this painting by a guy… forgot his name. Famous painter.

He did portraits of slaughtered cows hanging on hooks.

You take a normal person to a slaughterhouse and they will puke their guts out.

You make it into a painting and suddenly it's art.

There's no difference between the two. Not really.

Don't look at me like that. You know I'm right.

You get it. I know you get it.

You got to do something that matters. Make people feel something they've never felt before.

Shatter the illusion that any of us are really in control.

Think of the most profound thing you've ever done… the most beautiful thing you've ever created… and I promise you… it's nothing compared to watching the life bleed out of someone.

To see the fear in their eyes, to feel them pawing at you for release, to hear them pleading- begging…

That moment when someone realizes they are at their end…

That's when you feel it. That's true art.

That's what you have to be- an artist… a sculptor… an architect.

I see the gleam in your eye, Agent Munday, You're not fooling me.

Oh, look at you now, huh?

Am I going to be your first?

Well come on then- I'm right here.

This room is soundproof- you don't even have to wait for a plane to fly overhead.

There… There you are… I see you now.

Not bad… not bad at all.

Bare hands can feel good, huh?

But the blade makes for such a prettier picture.

You've got potential. Agent Munday…

If you truly want to be an artist.

__

@kassiekole22 @delurkr @ctrvpani @aydeenchan

@tinynightmarewoman @kindheartedgummybears @mybrainrotforreal (Know idea as ever with this character on who'd be interested in this but it was a good exercise at any rate)

[rodentgoth]

.X| "Answer Phone" - Ch.6 |X.

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WHAT'S THIS AN UPDATE AFTER SEVERAL MONTHS!? Sorry this is taking so long, but me and @candy12110 are gonna try and get this done! The next few chapters will be from Marvus's POV, and the last one will go back to Chixie's.

Rating:: 13+ // Teen

Fandom:: Homestuck

Themes/Kinks:: None

*1 month earlier*

Marvus was so tired. 

He'd been on his feet all day preparing for his set, and he finally got a chance to just breathe without some lovestruck groupie up his ass asking for an autograph, a hug, or trying to fill his quadrants.

 It was exhausting being loved. 

He was sitting in his dressing room alone for once, trying to relax while scrolling on Chittr. After scrolling past various adverts and stalkerish fan messages, he came across a video of some bronzeblood performing. They were in a seedy little bar, with a small crowd, and terrible lighting. He didn't have high expectations for them but he could always appreciate a fellow performer.

He watched the video to the very end and was mildly surprised by how much he enjoyed it. He went to the comments, and there were only a few. He wanted to comment but his publicist, and his fanbase, would kill him if he did. He could tell the few trolls that did comment were lower on the hemospectrum, they were pretty supportive. However, he did notice one from a familiar account that caused him to internally cringe.

THECODAKKEFFECT::  Great job, Bronzie boo! Sorry, I couldn't make it. I couldn't miss Marvus’s concert but you looked gorgeous on stage.

He stared at the screen curiously, there was no way in hell that indingdong was her matesprit. And if he was, there was no way he had any good intentions behind it, he was known for having his quadrants forever empty.

 Marvus rewatched the Bronzie’s performance, the shot was way too shitty to tell what they looked like. Morbid curiosity led him down the rabbit hole, he got the bronzeblood’s name from the video caption and started looking for anything he could find on them. 

Chixie? Chixie. Chixie!

He found a video with far better quality that finally showed what they looked like. Chixie was…shy? Nervous? He wouldn't necessarily say gorgeous, but she wasn't ugly either. She was…cute. She didn't have much presence or hype but she was talented. 

After watching at least ten videos of her performing and pouring out her soul he could reasonably say he was a fan. Her lyrics, composition, and the way she put her all into her performance even if he could tell she was scared for her life half the time. Honestly, her nervousness weirdly added to her cuteness. Like a hopbeast shivering in fear but still thumping along in an attempt to scare off predators. She was definitely brave, not fierce or powerful, but she held her own on stage and he liked that. 

He broke out of his thoughts to a knock at the door.

"Marvus, I'm coming in. I'm tired of all the noise out here," Chahut announced, busting through the door and entering the room with the rest of the purplebloods following her like quackbeasts.

"Honk!" The smallest clown, Karako, ran up to Marvus and hugged as tight as he could. As annoyed as he was with them barging in, he couldn’t stay mad at the little clown. 

"Hey to you too, little wriggler. Been causing trouble?" He patted the little clown’s messy fluff of hair, before actually holding onto him.

"Honk!" 

"Good. Never let 'em keep you in a box." 

"Honk?" Karako pointed at Marvus's palmhusk.

"What? Her? Nothing. I just liked her songs so I was giving ‘em a listen," He waved the runt off, quickly locking his palmhusk.

Chahut narrowed her eyes at him.

 “This another one of ya desperate lil’ groupies?”

“Nah, and mind ya business!”

"Mighty defensive are we?" Chahut stalked closer to Marvus. He instinctively moved the hand holding the device away from her, only for it to get snatched by one of the twins from behind.

They quickly opened the phone to see a video of the bronzie girl playing on a loop.

“Aww your love-sick for a lil’ Bronze girl,” Chahut said mockingly.

“How cute!” She quickly busted out laughing with the twins, before Marvus snatched it back!

“Didn’t I tell ya’ll to mind ya business!” Marvus responded with a clenched jaw. He didn't know why he was being so defensive, but he did find the invasion of his space and privacy annoying.

"Why should we? Mr. Unaffected is over here creeping on some bronzeblood. What happened? Embarrassed?" She said smirking and cocking her head.

The twins both shook their heads before speaking.

"You should be!"

"How embarrassing." 

Karako just looked up at the bigger clown confused.

"Honk?" 

Marvus’s face grew angrier by the second.

"I'm not feeling flushed for her little man. Why do y'all even care?"

“Cause we love to torture you!” 

Chahut commented as she gave the device back to him.

He immediately snatched it out of her hands, causing Chahut to jump back a bit.

“Jeez, we were just playin’!”

He glared up at her annoyed, before sitting back down. The room fell silent for a bit before the twins began to speak.

"You're not seriously developing feelings for the bronzie are you?" 

"..."

"You're not seriously developing feelings, right Marvus?!" They both repeated in unison.

His face became more annoyed.

“No, I ain’t!” 

"Good,” Chahut cut in sitting down on the couch.

”A troll of your status ain’t got no business foolin’ around with some lowblood girl. You remember what happened last time?”

"That ain't gon happen. A, I'm not foolin’ around with her. B, I don't even know her. C, she's not even a fan. D, most important of all, I ain't never even met her before. There is no business happening here. I saw a cool performance and I wanted to see if she had talent. You motherfuckers are the ones making it weird!"

"Fair enough. Just tryna make sure you ain't repeating that bullshit,"

"Time is money. Do you think I can afford to pay attention to every lowblood out there? Is my name Nova?" 

"Honk!"

"Right little man! I'm nothing like that fame chaser,"

“Honk! Honk!” Karako aggressively commented, while the other three just rolled their eyes.

“Whatever.” Chahut stretched her arms behind her head.

“I just can’t wait for you to finally be on vacation. You’re takin’ us with you, right?” 

Baizli asked.

“Yeah, we got everything packed up.” 

Barzum followed up.

“Honk?”

"You wanna go with me?" Marvus walked over to the smallest clown and picked him up, booped him on the nose.

"Honk!"

"I don't know, they been kinda annoying lately," Marvus teased the smaller troll.

Karako turned to the other purple bloods and shook his head side to side. 

"Oh, you not a part of they group? I guess you could come with me. We'll leave these losers behind,"

"Honk!"

"Hear that, it's me and little man's duo trip. But, maybe if ya’ll apologize, I’ll consider bringing yas along.” He and Karako gave a small chuckle

"We're so sorry," The twins enthusiastically responded.

"That's two more invited! Chahut you're next."

"As If I'm apologizin’ to your lame ass," Chahut crossed her arms. She barely moved to sit up before having three pleading faces staring at her. 

"Ooooh looks like the wrigglers are gonna miss you. How sad. But I guess you're too lame to hang with guys." 

"Fuck you."

"That's not an apology. Wanna try again?"

"I'm sorry, Marvus,” She said grumbling under her breath.

“That’s three!” He said, high-fiving Karako. 

"Vacation! Vacation! Vacation! Vacation," the twins chanted, flipping around the room.

"Honk! Honk!" Karako cheered along.

—

Marvus was sitting on his bed in the hivetel. He was wearing one of his old merch t-shirts, no point in wearing that clunky tux and scrolling through Chittr. Since the point Chahut made about that clingy lowblood from before he'd been trying to keep his mind off Chixie. Unfortunately, nothing like forbidden fruit makes you want to take a bite. As soon as he arrived and locked himself in his room he’d started watching more videos of the girl. In his scrolling, he came across a post on her actual account. 

Chixie:: I'll be performing at BloodBrawl bar tonight. Come out and show support!

Below the text was a picture of the lineup, there in big brown text was her name. She’d be the middle act and the bar was close to the hivetel. It was at that moment that Marvus got an amazing, and kinda stupid, idea. He did have a few toned-down outfits and his favorite black hoodie. It wouldn't hurt to just pop out for a drink real quick. 

He just saw a recommendation to come out to a local place that had good music. As an accomplished artist, how could he resist hearing fresh talent? If he just so happened to see the bronzeblood that he's been listening to for the past two days then so be it. It's their fault for choosing this hivetel, not his.

With his plan in mind, he memorized the time she’d be performing and went to gather everything he’d need, searching vigorously through his bags. He found his most raggedy hoodie, an old patched-up pair of sweats, and some platformed boots he wore for a concert messiah knows how long ago. To make things more convincing he decided to give himself a fake caste symbol. But there was only one person in their entire Hivetel with paint…Chahut.

He sighed walking down that hall towards her and Karako’s room. 

“Chachki!” He yelled knocking at the door.

He heard several large stomps before the door flew open.

“I thought I told ya to never call me that,” she looked down at him agitated.

“Whatcha want?”

“I need to borrow ya paint sis’.”

She cocked her eyebrow.

“What for?”

“I…Need to repaint some of my shoes.”

He all but mumbled out. It wasn’t a lie, after sweeps of performing a lot of his shoes and outfits were worn out. The bigger clown stared at him for a moment before sighing and going back into her room. She pulled a bag of spray paints out of her suitcase. She tossed them out to him, and he wandered off back to his room. He picked up the burgundy and quickly sprayed a fake caste symbol on his hoodie. 

He wanted to make sure  no one  recognized him, went into the washroom, tied his hair back, and did something he never thought he’d do. He washed his makeup off. It was weird seeing his gray skin after only seeing white on it for so long. For the piece de resistance, fake glasses and a face mask. 

He threw his newly painted hoodie on and slunk out of the hivetel room. He took the stairs to avoid any fans or press and snuck out the back of the building. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and hunched forward changing his overall image and hiding as much of his shape as possible. He didn't remember ever being able to leave a building without being watched or swarmed before but it was an exciting feeling.

Before he knew it he was on the streets, heading towards the bar. He did get a few looks on the way, he guessed they’d never seen a burgundy this big. Still, it didn’t stop some of the higher bloods from pushing and shoving him out of their way. To be honest he didn’t even notice most of them, they just bounced off of him. Plus he was too focused on seeing this gig to worry about any of them.

After a few minutes, he finally made it, and there wasn’t too long a line!

When he got in he noticed the place was fairly crowded, he thought back to the lineup, he did remember seeing some popular names. He looked around a bit to see if he could recognize Chixie before giving up and going to get a drink. He had a few songs to get through before he would get to hear hers anyway.

The act currently setting up was a purpleblood band. They were pretty good if he was being honest, but he wasn’t coming for them. He was here for one performance, and one performance only.

After them was a solo indigo.

And after that was another act and another…and another. If he was being honest, a lot of the acts were starting to meld into one another. 

Something else he noticed was how many of the acts were blatantly copying him. Not just his lyrics and beat, but his entire persona and style.

 Normally he wouldn’t mind this he loved it when people took inspiration from his work. But all of these acts felt the same, there was no flare or pizzazz. Just the same thing over and over expecting to get more applause than the last act, absolutely boring. But, it would all be worth it, soon, cause next up was Chixie!

Only the little bronzie didn’t come out, instead, it was another group of purples who, apparently came late. Marvus sat there confused, as to why Chixie wasn’t on stage.

Maybe they just rearranged her spot, so they could perform?

He didn't care for the abrupt change but it's fine he could sit through one more performance.

After them was another group, indigobloods. Then there was a teal solo act. Then two jade acts back to back.

It seemed like everyone but Chixie was performing tonight, as the show went on more and more trolls started to leave. Soon there was nothing but a handful of lowbloods and one indigo, standing in the front, left. Marvus was considering leaving himself, but he noticed a fairly short troll nervously walking on stage.

The last act came up, and there she was, Chixie. Despite his annoyance, Marvus felt a smile grow across his face when he saw her. He noticed her outfit, it was a long black button-down dress, a pair of white leggings, and a pair of black flats with baggy leg warmers. It wasn’t at all flashy, and it didn’t look expensive, but it was still cute!

His focus on her was broken by the sound of very out-of-place cheering; he looked forward to seeing the indigo loudly praising her and clapping. His eyes migrated back to the bronze girl, who was now awkwardly smiling and waving at him as she pulled down the mic off the stand.

A burgundy with a guitar wrapped around him stumbled out and started playing. 

She visibly sighed, before she started to sing.

The song she sang was a somber one. She didn’t do much, she wasn’t loud or flashy like the other acts. She didn’t have dance moves unless you counted hand gestures and hip sways.

She was just being herself, calm, but kind of nervous. Many would probably call her “Plain” or “simple” but that’s what made it all stand out. She wasn’t trying to be this big personality, she knew who she was, and that made her all the more unique to Marvus.

Soon the guitarist stopped and Chixie’s voice disappeared with the last few chords.

He was stunned. She was far better in person than the shitty video quality from Chittr. However, he did appreciate whoever was uploading videos of her performances. He sat for a while watching her interact with the few lowbloods left in the bar before visibly cringing as she turned to the indigoblood that was feeling a little too excited to see her.

"Hey Zebruh! I'm so…glad you could make it. I thought you were going to a concert for that purpleblood you liked."

"Marvus. His name is Marvus.”

The indigo corrected.

 “And I did wanna go to his show but I heard he went on vacation, so I decided to come support you in the meantime!"

"That's so sweet of you but you didn't have to-"

"What kind of manager would I be if I wasn't here to support my favorite bronzie!”

He interrupted getting in the bronze girl’s face.

"Oh. Well…You really didn't have to." 

"Nonsense! They already bullied you once. If you had let me, I would ' ve made sure they never changed your spot, but of course, you're just too kind," Zebruh smirked. Marvus eavesdropped for a bit and could feel the anger she was hiding from his backhanded compliment.

"I'm glad you think so," She smiled weirdly at the indigo, as he tried to put his hand on her but she turned away like she heard someone call her, barely missing his hand. 

"They called Trixie not Chixie," he said, dropping his arm to his side.

"Oh! Well, that's fine. Sorry, but I have to go, I gotta- feed my lusus! I'll see you later."

Without a second she turned and walked away.

"I love that about you. You're so responsible. Bye~"

He yelled at her from across the room.

The mousy girl quickly ran out of the bar, brushing past Marvus. His eyes focused on her face quickly taking in her features as she skittered past him. He wasn't expecting to get such a close-up- up but at least he was right and the trip wasn't a waste, she really was cute. 

Marvus made his way back to the hivetel. He figured using the stairs would be better but by the fifth floor, he started regretting his choice. He decided to just take off his sweater and take the elevator the rest of the way up. He managed to make it through the hall without being spotted or recognized. Soon enough he made it back to his room and he sighed loudly when he got in. 

His tiredness was soon replaced with panic when he noticed Karako sitting on the couch, legs and arms crossed.

"Honk."

"Woah! Hey little man, what you doing here?"

"Honk?" Karako glared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Where I been? What you mean, where I been? I just stepped out for a bit. I ain’t been gone long."

 Karako made an annoyed face at the obvious lie.

"Three hours ain't that long. Why were you in my room for three hours?" He tried to change the subject but the little clown steamrolled past it.

"Honk. Honk."

"Thanks for thinkin' of me but you really ain't have to and as you can see I'm fine."

"Honk?" Karako asked again.

"I just got a drink and forgot to check my palmhusk. Sorry little dude."

The little clowned glared him down, giving an exaggerated pout.

"Just down the block! Look, it's not that serious."

"…Honk," Karako glared at him suspiciously.

"No, I didn't go see that girl. What girl are you even talkin' about?"

Karako quickly showed the evidence on his palmhusk.

" I didn't go to see her! I just got a drink at a bar she just so happened to be performin' in."

“Honk!”

“My makeup? It needed to be redone, so I took it off!”

“...Honk,” The small clown pointed at the jacket, and glasses he still had in his hand. It was at this point Marvus knew the little clown wouldn’t give up, he sat next to him and began to explain.

“Okay, I ain’t confirmin’ or denyin’ nothing. But maybe,  maybe , I went to see her perform,” His panic was replaced with a small grin as he explained further.

“You should’a seen her! She was so sweet and so talented. I thought seeing her in person would, you know, scratch the itch. Sate my curiosity.”

Karako cocked his head at the older clown.

"Yeah, I probably should've left it alone but I couldn't not go after being told not to watch her." 

“Honk!” Karako began to chuckle as he stated the obvious.

“No! I ain’t got red feelings for her! I remember what happened last time!” He picked Karko up into his arms “Besides, you too young to be talkin’ bout that!”

“Honk?”

“Yeah…I did say this was different…”

“Honk!”

“No! I ain’t goin’ back to see her.”

Karako grabbed Marvus’s palmhusk again, going onto Chixie’s Profile.

He pointed at the red quadrant status, which was marked as empty.

"Karako, I can't do that again. Chahut would kill me if I brought another groupie around!"

"Honk!"

"I know she's not a groupie but still it's not gonna end well either way." Marvus slightly raised his voice, causing Karako to tear up a bit.

The little clown began to cry and fuss, Marvus sighed and brought him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry little man, it’s just I can’t be out here catching red feelings for a girl I don’t even know,” He pulled Karako back wiping his tears, smudging his makeup a bit.

“Besides, if I went chasing after her, you and me wouldn’t have time to hang out!” He booped the runt’s nose.

“And ya wouldn’t want that now would ya?”

Karako nodded his head “no”.

“Then let’s not focus on all that quadrant mess, okay?”

“...Honk!” Karako squeezed his arms around Marvus’s waist, pulling him in for one last hug.

"Yeah! Let's get some faygo and grubcorn. We can watch a movie. Let me just get my paint back on."

[otakugoddes]

Timeskip Haikyū! Headcanon: Inarizaki

#13 MSBY Black Jakkals Setter Atsumu Miya, who gets a little too cocky with his popularity in the game--so much that he starts dissing #7 EPJ Raijin Middle Blocker Rintarou Suna on all the official MSBY Black Jakkals social media pages and throws shade about how his game play sucks.

Now whenever Atsumu posts about how he thinks Rin sucks, the people keep thinking that Rin takes it to heart and has no comeback since he barely responds even though Atsumu tagged him in it.

But little do they know, that #7 EPJ Raijin Middle Blocker Rintarou Suna is so petty and well prepared for #13 MSBY Black Jakkals Setter Atsumu Miya's shit that he posts a video of Onigiri Miya Owner Osamu Miya beating Atsumu's ass in school with no caption except him tagging Atsumu.

And guess who is the first one to reblog, like, share and respond to the absolute W comeback Rin made to spite his old teammate?

Onigiri Miya Owner Osamu Miya.

And he gives Rin free onigiri and discounted deals every day for the next few weeks as payment for humbling his brother, Atsumu, on the internet of all places.

#13 MSBY Black Jakkals Setter Atsumu Miya officially has nothing to say in return and actively puts a hold on posting again on the MBSY Black Jakkals site again.

Rin recalls how his old school's motto was "We don't need the memories" and laughs, since that motto never applied to him. He definitely needs the memories, for good times.

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[byakurenbreak]

A Ship Thing I saw that I’m gonna use for Matt/Asha, because I barely see any content of this pairing

1. …I think this GIF answers that question

2. They switch, but Matt’s usually the big spoon because I like to imagine he’s super cuddly

3. Asha could pick Matt up, no problem.

4. Matt knows that Asha can hold up her own, so he doesn’t worry as much as she does. On the other hand, Asha tends to worry more when they’re out on the “battlefield” or when he’s off somewhere by himself.

5. Asha. She’d probably let Matt try it every once in a while if they wanted to do some NyteBlayde roleplaying, but Asha likes Matt more when he’s himself.

6. Depends on the situation. If they’re together, like if they’re working or just hanging out on the ship, Matt will usually initiate kisses. But if they’ve been apart for a while (ie; Asha getting rescued from her simulation) Asha will always kiss Matt first.

7. Asha probably is more used to waking up early, while Matt likely stays up half the night hacking or playing games.

8. They both have their moments where they act before they think. Matt is probably the more likely candidate.

9. Matt confesses his feelings first, but Asha says “I love you” before he can finish

10. Asha’s probably better, but they both prefer going out.

11. Matt. Complete with a NyteBlayde impression and bad puns.

12. Matt usually feels insecure that most of the Saints are usually out with guns blazing while he’s hidden behind a screen, but Asha tells him that he’s very helpful with what he does.

13. Yes. Both would.

14. Yes, but they’d do it differently. Asha would kick the perpetrator’s ass, while Matt would ruin their life using whatever technology he can come across.

15. Matt’s a selfie guy, usually taking pictures with Asha in the background doing her own thing with the caption “Hanging out with GF ❤️”

16. Matt

17. Asha

18. Matt’s super pale, so Asha finds it pretty easy to make him blush over anything. Even if he tries to deny that he’s blushing, it’s written all over his face.

19. Asha sits on Matt’s lap, while Matt likes laying his head on Asha’s lap

20. Matt

21. At that point, they’re both comfortable in their relationship that butterflies only seem happen when one of them goes out of their way to make a romantic gesture. Or if they see their partner doing something cool.

22. Matt’s NyteBlayde impression never fails to make Asha laugh. While it’s not the reaction he expected the first time he did that, he was happy to know that she thought it was funny. Asha’s laugh is cute too, so that’s a huge bonus.

23. Oh god, Matt just. Chugging Saints Flow when he’s planning to pull an all nighter doing who knows what on his laptop, and Asha’s like “I swear, if you keep me up all night with this, I’ll kill you.”

24. Asha’s more ticklish, but Matt has only tickled her once. He wound up not needing to wear makeup on his left eye for about a week. While it was convenient, he doesn’t plan on making that mistake again. Black eyes just aren’t worth it.

25. Asha

26. Matt probably comes home with a stray kitten once every month. They never keep the cats, but they always go to the animal shelter across the street

27. They both have their own blankets so they don’t have that problem, but Matt usually finds himself under Asha’s blanket when he wakes up in the morning

28. Neither.

29. Again, neither. However!! Rina (my Saints Row “Playa”) dedicates certain songs to Matt and Asha whenever she performs a song cover anywhere.

30. After seeing Matt get killed over and over in her simulation, she vows to never let that happen for real.

31. Matt

32. Asha

33. Matt

34. Asha

35. Asha wears some of Matt’s T-shirts sometimes

36. Neither. It’s a bit embarrassing for both of them when people catch them in the act, or overhear them being all lovey-dovey

37. Matt for sure.

38. This is Saints Row, guys. When do they NOT swear?

39. Asha usually speaks Hindi in her sleep, but Matt can tell whether or not it’s about him. No particular reason, it’s just intuition.

40. Matt. In fact, meeting Asha was one of the many factors that gave him a reason to redeem himself.

Phew, that’s all of them. I’m on mobile so I can’t add a “read more”, so sorry if this clogs up your dash!

[cyarsk52-20]

This is FQUCKED up

Netflix’s ‘Beef’ Star David Choe Details Alleged Rape Of Black Woman In 2014 Video

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An old video of Netflix Beef star David Choe circulated, where he seemingly admitted to raping a Black woman, sparked outrage on Black Twitter.

The 46-year-old Korean-American actor and visual media artist trended on April 13 amid a repost of the shocking video Latina journalist Aura Bogado posted on Twitter.  

“According to his own telling, the woman David Choe assaulted is Black. He describes himself as a ‘successful rapist,'” Bogado captioned the post.

The rape dialogue between Choe and other Asian folks occurred on his obsolete 2014 podcast,DVDASA. 

The footage begins with the Beef star, who portrays Isaac, saying, “But the thrill of possibly going to jail, that’s what achieved the erection quest.”

His horrified cohost and porn star, Asa Akira, responded, “Ew, you’re basically telling us that you’re a rapist now. And the only way to get your dick really hard– is rape.”

Choe casually answered, “Yeah.”

An off-camera clown asked, “What did she look like?”

“Beautiful,” the actor rebutted before describing his alleged victim. 

“Half-Black, half-white…”

“Like Leona Lewis,” Akira asked. Ironically, she said her own share of rape talk about a teenage boy in the same podcast episode.

Source: Michael Buckner / Getty

The two men on the side asked about the alleged victim’s age and breast size. Choe didn’t hesitate to tell the panel the victim had “huge tiddies.”

In the disgusting video, the Japanese porn star was visibly uncomfortable regarding the flippant rape dialogue.

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Dave’s basically telling us he’s a rapist.”

“A successful rapist,” he clapped back as the video concluded. 

Black Twitter lit his ass up.

Writer Nylah Burton wrote, “David Choe’s rape confession is shocking to me. Like the culture we live in is horrific, but to think you can just graphically detail how you raped someone and still wind up on starring in this TV show??? Jail for everyone involved.”

Some Twitter users even called for Netflix to cancelBeef in light of Choe’s alleged rape resurfacing.

One person said it plainly, implying that Netflix and the folks who worked with him on the series were complicit, aware of his egregious past, and didn’t give a damn. 

In 2014, Buzzfeed recounted the gross dialogue with Choe and cohorts about the alleged rape. The sordid details were spelled out and reportedly involved the actor and a masseuse named “Rose.” The 46-year-old California native vividly described a scenario where he forcibly made the Black woman perform oral sex on him. Before the most deplorable part of the story, Choe spelled out how uncomfortable the masseuse was as he continuously invaded her space while acting inappropriately. 

As outrage spread around the interweb, he shot off a half-assed apology denying that the rape actually happened and that he had simply told a rapey story. The Netflix star also divulged that the story was a trash-ass “extension of his art.”

Yeah, ok.

“I never thought I’d wake up one late afternoon and hear myself called a rapist. It sucks. Especially because I am not one. I am not a rapist. I hate rapists; I think rapists should be raped and murdered,” he wrote.

“I am an artist and a storyteller, and I view my show DVDASA as a complete extension of my art. If I am guilty of anything, it’s bad storytelling in the style of douche. Just like many of my paintings are often misinterpreted, the same goes with my show. The main objective of all of my podcasts is to challenge and provoke my friends and the co-stars on the show.”

Saying the story was meant to “entertain,” Choe continued. “We fuck with each other, entertain ourselves and laugh at each other. It’s a dark, tasteless, completely irreverent show where we fuck with everyone listening, but mostly ourselves. We create stories and tell tales. It’s not a news show. It’s not a representation of my reality.” 

In 2013, a study determined that one in four Asian men had perpetrated physical or sexual violence against women. There’s even a growing movement among Asian men called “MRAsians.”

The API Institute posted a study as well detailing that “23% experienced some form of contact sexual violence, 10% experienced completed or attempted rape, and 21% had non-contact unwanted sexual experiences during their lifetime.”

These statistics and anecdotal evidence do not imply that Choe would be a rapist because he’s Asian. However, his “story” doesn’t help his argument. And while “Rose” has never come forward, only one Black woman out of every 16 rapes reports the crime to the police. 

Rape culture is alive and well, and a person perpetuating it via an alleged account or through a “story” should be fucking canceled. 

PERIOD.

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[televinita]

Caught up on Alaska Daily. More thoughts, prior to watching to fall finale:

* I am no longer rooting for the office puppy love. He still seems wonderful, but his messy-ass divorce situation is too much of a sad disaster for me to want her to ever get involved with that.

* I really like the blonde mama reporter. She’s my favorite. (I don’t know anyone’s name, I watched the premiere when it aired and then 4 episodes in a night the day before the fall finale; nothing stuck. Except “Eileen,” I guess.

* I am hooked on the main season thru-story, but to the point that I regrettably do not care about the other stories at the paper, so I am in the VERY weird and rare position of wishing this was a 10 to 13 episode season on a streaming service, preferably one that drops all eps at once. For once in my life I just want a plot and care jack about characters, so other than showing off how cool Alaska is and how little most of us outside it know about daily life there (which is admittedly interesting), there is no need to world-build or create content in said world. Get to the point.

* On a relate note, my predominant feeling about most of these news stories has been “butt out and mind ya business.” I will simply always have very strong feelings about how unnecessary it is to know ~the truth~ for the sake of knowing. Most of these have not risen to the level of “revealing the truth is ending more harm than it’s causing.” Let people live in blissful ignorance and/or fix their mistakes in secret, damn.

* I did really love the State Fair footage though. I’ve never once considered whether AK would have such a thing; I would have assumed their population density (and pop. in general) would be too low to support a central gathering.

* also HARRY POTTER THE FERRET, cutest furry kneesock who has ever ridden in a backpack-shaped carrying case. (edit: wait, someone w/ closed caption says it’s actually “Hairy Potter.” Oh that is even better.)

Thoughts after watching the fall finale:

* KJJJJASJDFLAKSJ;DFASLJDF WHAT DO YOU MEAN FEBRUARY 23RD. If this isn’t even a normal length season* then you absoLUTELY do not have the right to take hiatuses, damn!!!!!!!!!!! 

(*apparently it is only 10 episodes actually, which makes the filler-feeling eps even weirder. what is pacing.)

* Also I definitely did not take Concerned Citizen seriously at all, so oop @ me for not expecting THAT level of escalation. (though I do feel like...even in alaska prices a simple security camera pointed at the front door could not have been that expensive. at least a doorbell cam??)

* On a related note: yes, see, this is exactly the level of focus and intensity I want on the missing-women story(ies) always.

[t-lostinworlds]

Revenge Is Sweet (Series Masterlist)

~ a Tom Holland Social Media AU

》 STATUS: completed...for now ;) 》 PAIRING: college!football player!tom x college!female!reader 》 TROPE/GENRE: college au; fake dating au; idiots to lovers; angst; fluff; crack-ish 》 WARNINGS: the most cliché of clichés, tropes galore, cheating, pettiness, language, sexual jokes + innuendos, gossips + tea, football ⚽️, not-so-accurate photos, not-so-accurate depictions of college, harrison being a swiftie, tom being a huge flirt, football!player!tom!, flirtatious conversations (e.g. teasing talks & hints of/about sex, nothing explicit), cheesy one-liners, even cheesier captions/tweets, sprinkles of angst, very cute/soft/sweet moments, and long ass text messages especially as the series progresses.

✩ TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST ✩ MAIN MASTERLIST ✩

⊱ ─────.⋅♚ *｡･ﾟ.★. *｡･ﾟ✫*.

➽ Synopsis:

What happens if your boyfriend cheats on you with your well-known tormenter? Even more exciting, what happens if the Tom Holland—football captain, campus heartthrob, your well-known tormenter’s boyfriend, etcetera—asks you to get revenge on them with him? To put things not so simply, if your boyfriend cheated on you with his girlfriend, who cheated on him with your boyfriend, would that make you friends? Or maybe…something more?

➽ Parts:

⚽️ Intro ⟶ the players ⚽️ Part 1 ⟶ honeymoon phase  ⚽️ Part 2 ⟶ too good to be true ⚽️ Part 3 ⟶ accidental rebound ⚽️ Part 4 ⟶ ️if your enemy is my enemy... ⚽️ Part 5         ↳ 5.1 ⟶ charm & persuade         ↳ 5.2 ⟶ pros & cons ⚽️ Part 6 ⟶ ️game plan ⚽️ Part 7 ⟶ ️let’s start rumours ⚽️ Part 8         ↳ 8.1 ⟶ fiery & reveal(?)         ↳ 8.2 ⟶ real & fake(?) ⚽️ Part 9         ↳ 9.1 ⟶ perfect & precious company         ↳ 9.2 ⟶ ️pregame care & packages ⚽️ Part 10 ⟶ oscar-worthy “acting” ⚽️ Part 11 ⟶ chase(ing) self-deception ⚽️ Part 12 ⟶ revenge is bitter ⚽️ Part 13         ↳ 13.1 ⟶ assist to goal (bc idiot needs help)         ↳ 13.2 ⟶ assist to goal (bc other idiot needs help) ⚽️ Part 14 ⟶ ️for real, this time ⚽️ Part 15 ⟶ revenge turned out sweeter [final]

➽ Extras:

tom asking begging for your number

⚽️ REVISTING IS SWEETER (Masterlist)

a collection of Revenge Is Sweet written extras

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ♛ *.

✎ feedback is always appreciated <3

©️ t-lostinworlds, 2021

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 43. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: I need jesus this one got filthy real fast pl s dont hate me!!!!

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: SMUT GOOD LORD SMUT, JESUS ALMIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bradley and Beatrice noticed that neither of them could ever be part of Californian high society, neither of them would know how to act…because from where they were seated they could see every single rich person that ever walked on planet Earth on the ground below and around them. They were currently staring at a group of influencer-esque women who walked in wearing so much shine on their bodies it made both of them squint at how bright they were.

They were wearing sunglasses inside a restaurant at nighttime. She was sure not a single one of them had eye issues that forced them to wear those and when they seated the first thing they did was talk bad to the poor waiter who came to their table. “Oh, I hate when people treat waiters like shit.” Beatrice sneers, glaring down at the group of women “What’s stopping them from spitting on their food?”

“True.” he says, frowning his eyebrows when one of them pulls out her phone “She’s probably already writing a bad review.” Beatrice looks at him with a smile, “Complaining that they didn’t get the food before they got in, that’s outrageous. How dare the waiter not know what they want? Ugh.”

“Will probably post a picture of the empty plate too, with the caption ‘look what they brought me! Nothing!’” Beatrice covers her mouth to hold back her laughter while Rooster snorts, dropping his head and trying to hide his smirk with a hand, the couple paying attention to see if anyone else saw them laughing. “Honestly,” she giggles “I could never be someone like that, you know? Filthy rich and treating people like ass. I mean, my aunt is rich and she’s nothing like that.”

Bradley laughs remembering his surprise when he found out that her aunt owned the whole area where the wedding was taking place, “I think it’s fair to say your aunt is a good example of what people should be, she seems to be such a nice lady too.” he says with a grin, “Some people are just shitty.”

“They are.” Bea agrees, sipping her water before looking around the upper floor where the other people were currently having dinner, “I don’t think people should flaunt what they have so much, I think that just shows they are insecure and need validation from others.” she says while looking at a man who was being fed by a woman, while another rubbed his chest and hair, her nose curling in disgust, “...we really are outcasts in this place, huh?”

Rooster chuckles quietly, supporting himself on his crossed arms on top of the table, “Oh yeah.” he looks back to where the man was seated and huffs out a laugh, “But I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else. Not only because you are my girlfriend and I love you, but because you get it. Plus,” he leans closer to her from across the table, smirking, “Isn’t it fun to be the outcast in situations like these?”

As someone who used to be called an outcast, and used to hate it before embracing it the best she could, Beatrice nods with a little smile “It is, I won’t lie.” 

It doesn’t take long for their dinner to arrive, which was already a feast by itself. Each of them had one main dish, a ramen bowl and steamed buns as a side snack and it all smelled so good. Neither of them waited too long, since they were both starving and dug into the food, politely of course. Sometimes they’d look down at the group of women who still seemed to be treating the waiter like shit, and she tried to hold back her laugh at Bradley’s less than kind commentary, “Brad,” she tries to chastise him, but a laugh breaks her sentence, “We can’t keep looking at them, just because they are being shitty people.” but her eyes immediately dropped to the group of women that were now being talked by the manager from below.

Now the two of them were really interested, even slowing their chewing to pay attention to what was being said. “I think they are going to get kicked out.” Rooster smirks, to which Beatrice gasps softly, trying to hide her amusement without much success. They watched the group of women, whose voices were getting louder and one of them even pulled out her phone to the manager’s face, immediately lowered their voice the second a female security guard made her way over to them.

They followed as the group of women were quietly led out of the bar, no longer wanting to fight anyone else and with one of them apparently crying as she was taken out of the restaurant. Beatrice and Rooster looked at each other with their mouths open, trying to not laugh too loud at what just happened, “Coming here was already worth it.” he finally says, bringing the water to his lips in hopes it’d cover his chuckle, while his girlfriend did the same, her shoulders shaking with quiet laughing.

“Are we evil people?” she asks after setting the glass down, “For laughing at others’ demise?”

“I mean, no? I don’t think so, they were being rude to the waiter and pretty much the whole staff. That’s just karma, babe.” he says with a shrug “Plus, it’s always a treat to make fun of rich people.”

Beatrice couldn’t help but smile, albeit still a bit guilty, but agreeing with his words by tilting her head in a nod. They didn’t order wine, mostly because Bradley was driving them and they didn’t want to be stopped and also because they had her aunt’s gift somewhere inside his apartment. When she went to her house to grab the jumpsuit she remembered that the wedding thank you gift was saved up in her fridge.

So she picked it up and decided that they could drink it together later, since she was no longer taking medication and it’d be safe for them to enjoy it! Just something they could do together. 

Much like everytime, they didn’t see the time go by, they kept watching the people around them and sometimes couldn’t hold back the laugh and commentary of the lives of rich and luxurious lives of the folk there. Their dinner was lovely, their night was very lovely and Beatrice couldn’t help but lean back on her seat with a pleased smile after drinking what was left of her water.

The change in position made her cleavage pop out a lot more than before, the pale flesh on display for his hungry eyes to see, not bothering to hide his eyes as they immediately dropped to the plunge between her breasts. He still had some water left, sipping it slowly and letting his eyes wander all over her figure with complete admiration, licking his lips once he’s done, “You just look so fucking good.” he murmurs, watching the red flush spread down her chest as he spoke, “I think every outfit you own is just meant to make me lose my mind isn’t it?”

Beatrice chuckles softly, humming happily as she runs her hands through her hair and tosses it to the side so it leaves part of her neck bare, “Well, it is one of it’s uses.” she explains innocently, her face still burning a bright red, running the pad of her index finger on her empty glass’ rim, “I can’t say it’s not welcome.”

“Mmhm.” is all that he says while keeping his eyes on her still, “I can’t say I don’t like looking.” and he does, a whole lot, he especially likes how her chest expands in a deep breath and that pushes her breasts forward. “I think this is the part where I say it’s time for us to go.” she blinks at him, adjusting herself on the seat to stand up, “Because I think you remember what I promised you once you got better, right?”

I’m going to eat you up once you heal.

Beatrice bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back her smile but nodded, not being able to contain her excitement as she held his hand and the two walked down the steps towards the restaurant’s exit. She noticed how the people looked their way, especially how some women seemed to be so focused on Bradley and honestly, she couldn’t blame them. If she saw a man like that walking by she’d look too, stepping closer to him while squeezing his hand with a little smile.

The atmosphere once they get inside the car is so dense and thick it could be cut with a knife, Beatrice trying the best she could to remain calm and not remember how they actually had sex in the backseat of his car a few weeks ago…well now she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She tries so hard to keep her eyes on the road and not on how the pants he wore were thigh and clung to his muscular thighs and especially avoided dragging her eyes higher, twirling her finger on the thin strap of her purse in hopes she’d distract herself.

“You know,” he begins, the atmosphere still as thick as before, “Maybe I could just park somewhere dark, empty and quiet…and revive what happened a few weeks ago.” oh he’s awful “Because I can’t enter the car without remembering it.”

Beatrice coughed softly, “Yeah,I um, haven’t forgotten it either.” it was probably one of the sexiest and boldest things she had ever done…she wanted to do something bold again, but not tonight. No, she had to plan a little bit more, make sure everything was going to go well too. “B-But you don’t have to, we can go to your apartment…and revive the very first time.”

Rooster’s jaw clenched alongside his hands on the steering wheel cover, his tongue running on his lower lip as he stepped on the gas, “We’ll get there in ten minutes.” he announces, flitting his eyes to her for a second, running through the length of her thick thighs and up to her chest then focusing back on driving.

He was wrong, they actually got there in six minutes. As soon as he parked the Bronco and both walked into the elevator, he slammed her against the elevator’s cold walls and kissed her deeply. Beatrice’s purse fell to her feet as her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging her nails up his scalp and getting a breathy moan out of him. They both knew the elevator had cameras, but honestly neither of them cared,Beatrice just whimpered into his mouth when he picked her up and held her against the metal walls, digging his fingers on her buttcheeks. His mouth left a wet trail of kiss down her jawline to her throat, where he proceeded to devour her skin like it was the dinner they shared hours before, “Brad…” she whispers, moving her hips to meet his own in hopes to get some friction as the elevator slowly went up.

Rooster drags his lips to her ear, his hot breath hitting the soft cartilage as he speaks, “I’m going to fuck you right in this elevator,” he growls, trying to unbuckle his belt one handed while the other hand keeps her up, “Going to fuck you so right, baby.”

A full blown shudder erupts all over her body at the idea alone, groaning at her choice of outfit since it’d mean she’d have to shimmy it all the way down her legs instead of just pulling it up if it was a dress. She tries to tell him between feverish kisses what she wants to do, but between his mouth and the pinging of the elevator going up the floors, she’s a bit distracted. 

When the elevator stops and her barely open eyes turn to look at the number, she furrowed her eyebrows a bit seeing they arrived at his floor, “Brad…” she tries calling him, but he’s busy dragging his teeth down her throat, finally able to unbuckle his belt but not pull it out. The doors appeared to open in slow motion, Beatrice becoming even more alert than before, “Brad!” she whisper shouts, tapping his shoulder in hopes he looks up.

His lips drag up to her jawline, “Yeah, baby, you like that don’t you–” he stops, they both do when the door opens revealing the person on the other side. There’s a short old lady there, with dyed red hair that’s curled up in an updo, wearing a red cardigan and a flower patterned dress, squinting her eyes towards the two. 

The lady keeps on squinting, “Bradley? Is that you, dear?” she reaches down towards her black purse on the crook of her elbow and Bradley hurriedly lets Beatrice back down, muttering a ‘jesus christ’ to himself as he gives his back to the door and buckles his belt back up.  The old lady puts on the huge tortoiseshell glasses, the lens making her eyes double in size as she blinks up at them just in time for Bradley to turn back around and partially hide behind Beatrice, “Oh!It is you! Hello, my dear!How are you?”

He doesn’t want to be rude, but he also doesn’t think he can keep a façade of calmness much longer, “Hi, Mrs. Whitmore.” he replies, “I’m doing…fine…”

“Oh, and who’s this lovely girl?” she follows the two with her head as they walk out, Bradley still hiding himself the best he could behind Bea, “Is she your lady friend?”

“Yes, she’s my girlfriend. Beatrice.”

“H-Hello.”

“Oh!Beatrice! What a beautiful name! It’s Italian isn’t it? My first husband was Italian, my Sal, what a good man he was.” Mrs.Whitmore says with a little smile, using her cane to hold the elevator doors open, “She’s a gorgeous lady, Bradley. My my, and look at those hips!Oh I had hips like that in my day.” Beatrice just blushes looking down at her legs, squeaking a bit when the old lady taps them with the end of her cane, “Great for child bearing!I’ll tell you that much! HAH!” she laughs tossing her head back while the brunette only blushes harder, inhaling sharply and looking back at Bradley with an exasperated expression, he just stares right back and shrugs, “Oh, but don’t mind me, don’t mind me.”

They watch Mrs.Whitmore slowly make her way to the elevator, “I’m late for poker night!” Bradley steps out from behind Beatrice when he notices she’s having more difficulty than normal, ignoring his own predicament to stay behind her until she gets inside, “Oh, I’m fine! I’m fine!” she flaps her hand before eventually accepting his help so she could push herself forward, “Thank you, dear. Here,” she reaches inside her bag to pull out a few strawberry hard candies, “For you and your lady friend.” 

“Thank you, Mrs.Whitmore.” 

“What a sweet boy you are,” she coos, patting his cheek before pressing the button, “But I’ve got to go! I need to beat Wilma again! HAH! Good night you two! Bye-bye!” Bradley steps back so the doors close, the little lady disappearing from their view. Beatrice looks up at Rooster who had the hard candies in the middle of his palm, her shocked face turning into a smile, then a soft laugh makes its way out of her lips.

“I never see her leave her apartment.” he says quietly, “When she does she almost catches us, thank God she needs glasses.” he shoves the hard candies inside his back pocket, meeting Beatrice’s gaze and not being able to hold back his own laughter as the adrenaline of the situation comes to pass, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips, “Ah, damn it, come on.” he keeps on chuckling, grabbing her hand as they walk to his door.

Beatrice waits by his side, looking back at the elevator then at him with a smile on her face, “She seems like a sweet lady.” she says, following him inside the apartment, Jolene’s constant tail thumping greeting them, but she doesn’t move away from the couch. He tosses his keys to the coffee table, running his hands through his hair with a soft groan, interlacing his hands behind his head trying to calm himself down, “She likes you.”

“I helped her with her plumbing a few times.” he explains, dropping his arms to his sides so he could remove his suit jacket, “She always gives me these,” the hard candies are also tossed down the coffee table, Jolene stretching her neck to sniff it curiously but quickly losing interest “Or those old mint hard candies too. It depends what’s closer. She’s a nice lady, but she still thinks Reagan is president and she makes sure to say she hates him.”

The brunette chuckles softly, dropping her purse on the coffee table alongside his key, toeing out her shoes before looking up seeing him rub his face from crown to chin, “You okay?’

“My elderly neighbor almost caught us fucking in an elevator.” Beatrice laughs again, trying to hold back her amusement, “So I’m a bit shocked, you know? Just,” he makes a face, holding up his fingers in a pinch gesture, “Just a bit.”

Beatrice smiles, stepping closer to him to hug his middle, propping her chin on his chest to look up at his face. Bradley huffs a soft laugh, his cheeks flushed just the tidiest bit, “You are just so cute, aren’t you?” she says, lifting a hand to caress the side of his face, “Not only you are a gentleman but you also help old ladies in need? You are just so dreamy, Brad.”

He avoids her gaze for a second, his cheeks flushing darker but he smirks, “I have my moments.” he says, leaning down to brush their lips together, “I can be a gentleman or a villain depending on the situation.” 

“Oh,” she smiles against his mouth, “Like the big bad wolf you said you were?” his eyes are on her the second she says it, pupils blown wide and lips still curved up in a smirk, kissing her sweetly as she slides her arms around his neck, bringing him closer so her chest is pressed against his. He hums against her mouth, his large hands cupping her ass as he walks them backwards to his bedroom, turning the lights off on the living room.

She giggles against his mouth when he kicks his door closed and locks it for good measure, even though Jolene would never walk in, turning them around so he’d sit on the bed and she’d be on his lap, with his hands still cupping her buttcheeks through the dark green fabric. “I did say I’d eat you up, I promised it, in fact.”

“You did.” she whispers cupping his face in her hands to kiss him one more time, “Are you?’

“Am I? Oh, baby, you know I never go back on my word.” he purrs, dropping his eyes to her chest “Now, how do I get this out of you without ripping it? I’d hate to never see this again.” This question is followed by him running his hands up and down the curve of her waist, Beatrice smiling even more at him before she tugs the end of the long sleeves, which in turn pulls down the top that touched her shoulders. Inch by inch more skin was revealed, his eyes following the falling fabric with his lips parted until it reached her cleavage.

“I’ll have to stand up.” she says, “To get it all off.”

Rooster makes a noise of complaint, watching as she stood to her feet to pull the jumpsuit all the way down, but his hands held her, “Wait,” she snaps her head up towards him in surprise, “Can I?” his voice sounds so hoarse when he asks, his eyes going from her face to her partially covered body. Beatrice’s sharp intake of breath is so quiet that if the room wasn’t so silent he wouldn’t be able to hear it, but she nods with the softest ‘okay’ leaving her lips. 

He grabs her by the hips so she steps between his legs, the sleeves were now hanging by the sides of her bust, the only parts still covered were just half of her breasts and lower body. Since it was such a stretchy material, all he had to do was tug gently and watch it fall to her feet. Now she only had her panties on, this pair was black with white stripes on the sides.

She loved how big his hands were and how much…ground, they covered whenever he grabbed her. Beatrice squeaked in surprise when he tugs her closer to press an open mouthed kiss to her tummy, her stomach immediately dropping with nerves, “B-Brad,” his mouth goes up, he’s slowly rising to his feet as well until his kisses touched between her breasts and stop right under her jawline, “You,” she tries to speak, but it’s hard when he’s pressing those types of kisses on her neck, “You are still d-dressed…”

Rooster pulls back, looking down at his yellow floral shirt and dark pants, gently turning her around so she lies on the bed instead. He keeps eye contact while pulling his shirt from the back, breaking it for a quick second as the fabric blocks his vision, tossing it somewhere in his room. He couldn’t help but smirk at how she was paying attention with her upper body burning a bright red, her eyes dropping to his belt, following it when he pulled the leather strip from the belt loops.

 “Baby,” he begins, snapping Beatrice out of her trance only to chuckle when her green eyes immediately go back to his pants that were now sliding down his legs. “Looking at me like that,” he tuts, kicking his pants off as he’s left only with black briefs ,”Like I’m stripping for you.”

That immediately made an idea pop in her head, but she shoved it back in the confines of her mind for now. “Weren’t you?”

“No, that’s for a special occasion.” he purrs, lowering himself between her legs so their chests are touching,  his lips already trailing up and down her jawline, “You know? I’m also not dressed accordingly. I need glittery underwear or something of the sort.”

“You don’t need all that-” the end of her sentence ends up with a sharp intake of breath when his mouth drops down to her neck once more, using his strength to push both of them towards the center of his bed so he could have more space to maneuver. He just chuckles, meeting her eyes while he drops kiss after kiss down towards her chest, the soft wet smacking sounds of those plush lips on her skin were making Beatrice turn even redder. 

Rooster keeps on going until he reaches the beginning of her ribs, trailing his lips back so they are making their way over the curve of her breast. Beatrice whimpers softly, these weeks have been so hard that every tiny touch of his was making her body feel like it’s on fire. She can’t hold back her moan when his lips wrap around her breast, teeth and tongue caressing her nipple while one of his hands pinches and touches its twin. 

Beatrice’s quiet moan when she tosses her head back seems so much louder, her eyes fluttering shut while her hips move up, trying to get some release. He pulls back from her breast, repeating the process to the other one and earning an even louder moan from his girlfriend. God, he missed this. As much as he enjoyed just holding her, sleeping next to her, there was nothing better than hearing her moaning whenever they were together.

Once her breasts are loved enough, he even gives them another love bite, he trails his mouth down to her underwear. He feels her stomach contract when he reaches it, almost trying to shy it away from him but Rooster isn’t fazed, he presses even more kisses to the soft flesh and hears her gentle, shaky whimper coming from above. When his lips touch the elastic of her underwear, he drags his big hands up her thighs to hook his middle and index fingers against the fabric, tugging it downwards.

Beatrice lifts her hips so he can remove them easily, holding back a groan when a thin string of fluid breaks when he pulls it down her legs, balling it and tossing it off the bed. “Oh this is a beautiful sight.” he coos, parting her legs so he sees her glistening center staring right back at him, “I missed it a lot.”

Once he’s done talking, he wastes no time in adjusting himself on the bed so he’s millimeters away from where he desires with his mouth watering. Beatrice has no warning, her eyes widening when she feels his mouth on her, her mouth parting in a moan as her hands fist the pillows behind her head.

Beatrice’s moans start quiet at first, soft ‘hmms’ and ‘oohs’ that sound like music to his ears, her hands not touching his hair just yet. He knows when she’ll get like that, he’s done this enough times to know every little thing that will turn her into a quivering mess. His movements were also slow as well, just languid strokes of his tongue as his hands caressed her thighs from knee to hip, sometimes opening his eyes to check how she was reacting. 

He doesn’t waste much time when he sees her head tilted back against the pillows, deepening his strokes and smiling at the sudden yelp that goes past her lips. Atta girl, he thought, time to get louder. Beatrice blinked her eyes hard, hands no longer holding the pillows, this time they were clenching the sheets with her chest heaving out with deep surprised breaths “B-Brad…” she said with her voice shaking, “G-God…oh my God…”

He spreads her legs even more, holding one of them on his shoulder while the other is tucked underneath his bicep, exposing her in ways that makes the blush on her skin turn so dark he thinks she’s covered in red paint. He moves a bit faster, his hand caressing her leg until he reaches her mound, thumb sliding down just enough to press against her clit and making a jolt dart all over her body. Her moans are sharper now, louder and one of her hands makes its way towards his hair, fingers combing through the sandy strands.

 “B-Brad!! Ah!!” Beatrice doesn’t know what to do, so she grips the sheets so hard she’s sure they’ll rip any minute now. She feels the pressure building, her moans rising in volume and mixing with whispers of his name, her legs twitching as she tries to close them but he’s still holding them apart. She won’t be able to hold herself back much longer, it’s getting harder for her to focus on anything but his mouth.

The pressure turns too great in a matter of seconds, her body immediately going taut as a bowstring as her back arches. Her eyes clench as her orgasm hits her with full force, almost punching the moan out of her with how much force it came out of her throat, hips rising and falling as she rides off her high. His lips are still on her even after she comes, Beatrice whimpers at how sensitive she is, hips still jumping and her heart slamming against her ribcage, “Brad…” she calls weakly, caressing his hair and trying to hold back another moan that dares to leave her throat, trying to push his head away when she feels it’s too much.

He does lift his head, after pressing a kiss on the junction of her thigh and pelvis. He doesn’t hide when he wipes his jaw with a hand, licking the curve between his thumb and index finger to get every little morsel that was left, “You still taste fucking delicious.” he growls, trailing his lips back over the same path as before, finishing against her lips with a pleased groan, “I missed this. Are you okay?”

Beatrice’s unfocused gaze meets his eyes, her eyebrows arch as she blinks up at him with confusion, “...’m fine…” she replies, “Missed it too…” She's still shivering a little bit, so he waits a few minutes for them to continue. He could wait, he waited two weeks and a half for this. While she calms down, he reaches to his side table, opening the drawer and grabbing the tin foil packet from the inside, looking back to check on Beatrice to find her already staring at him.

“Hey.”

She smiles sweetly, “Hi…” her arms reach towards him and he wastes no time in climbing on top of her, kissing her one more time and swallowing her happy moan, “You really,” she was still trying to regain her breathing, “Took the breath out of me.”

“Do you need more time?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“I’m so sure.” she smiles, draping her arms around his neck, “I’m okay, it’s just been a while and I forgot how good you are with your mouth.” he sounds offended by it, even giving her a confused look, “Not forget, just…it slipped my mind.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, ripping the packet open, looking away from her for a second so he could roll the condom on, meeting her eyes again once he’s done, “I should remind you then.” she nods eagerly, “Since it slipped your mind.”

Beatrice just giggles, her oversensitive core twitches when he lies on top of her, his own mouth curling up in a smirk as his hands disappear between them so he could push into her. He drops his forehead to hers, both of their mouths opening in breathless moans as he hilts, keeping himself still for a few seconds while her legs wrap around his waist, smiling in relief when no pain darts from her foot.

She opens her eyes to meet his, their pupils blown wide that only rings of their eye color are visible, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks and caress his cheekbones adoringly, “I love you.” she whispers, gasping quietly when he starts to move.

“I love you too, gorgeous.” he replies with a strained voice, turning his head to kiss the inside of her wrist, before he looks back down at her. Her cheeks and chest still flushed that lovely shade of red, shining with a thin sheen of sweat that made her look downright delectable. Bradley’s lips drop to her own, swallowing her moaning as his hips move, almost being able to taste it in his tongue. 

Beatrice whimpers, moving her own hips to meet his thrusts,her hands dropping from his neck to his upper back. The dips and valleys of muscle only made her heat up even more, her nails dragging down his golden skin, stopping on the dimples right above his butt. Bea breaks the kiss to moan at a specific thrust, and Rooster drops his head to the curve of her shoulder, biting the warm flesh and tasting the sweat on her skin.

She gasps out his name, hugging his neck tighter, “Brad…p-please…” she was still a bit sensitive from before but she didn’t care, “F-Faster…”

Oh he loved when she got vocal. She was so quiet at the beginning and she was still nervous sometimes, but whenever she talked it really made his whole body vibrate with excitement, “Faster? You want me to go faster?” she nods with another moan breaking past her lips when he speeds his movements just enough to make her breasts bounce, “Is this fast enough?”

She just stared at him through her half-lidded eyes, her lips curving into a word that simply broke as a moan darted out of her, tossing her head back when his hips got even faster, “Maybe,” he says through heavy breathing, “This would be faster, yeah? Is it, gorgeous?”

Beatrice moaned louder, “Braaad!!” she furrowed her eyebrows while panting heavily, clenching her eyes shut, her arms wrapped back around his neck as she felt the pressure building again. Her legs were clenched so tight against his waist she felt she’d have a cramp soon, hopefully it was a false alarm because that wouldn’t be sexy at all. So instead of worrying about that, she tried to focus on the sound of his deep breathing and moaning, her own soft gasping and the sound of their skins slapping together in a frenzied cacophony of bodies.

Beatrice knew she wouldn’t last long, just a little bit more, one of her hands dropping from his neck to slide down her body until she reached her clit. She rubbed the little bundle of nerves for a few seconds, her breathing getting louder, whispers of his name going past her lips, “Brad..” she whines, still moving her hips to meet his, looking into his eyes and feeling like she’s falling into those brown irises the longer she stares.

Bradley isn’t too far behind, but he doesn’t want to look anywhere but at her. When he hears her breathing hitch and her nails dig on the back of his neck, he just watches her back arch and a long moan rip past her lips, her channel fluttering around him. “Jesus, you are so fucking hot.” he growls, rushing after his own release and enjoying how she yelped in surprise at his hips pistoning against hers, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

Beatrice however, is very surprised when she feels the pressure already building again in just a matter of minutes. Her eyes widen, not being able to hold it back and having a third orgasm that’s so intense her eyes roll back and she can’t even moan loud enough, just gasps out a loud breath while her hands clench at nothing. Her ears ring, her vision is blurry but she hears when he groans loudly against her neck, the vibration of his voice on her skin seeming to shake her whole body.

Once her vision is clear again, she sees the ceiling of his bedroom and the curve of Rooster’s back as he lies panting on top of her, Beatrice smiles tiredly as her head tilts to look down at him. Bradley’s breathing was shaky, his eyes fluttering open to meet her loving gaze, “Hi,” she says, running a hand on his wet cheek, “Are you okay?”

He takes a while to reply, lifting his eyebrows with amusement as his eyes close, “I…” he chuckles while licking his lips, “Whew, I think it slipped my mind too, you know?” they laugh quietly, like it’s a secret only the two of them should know. He lifts his hand to touch the curve of her cheek, following his fingers until they touch her chin, “...you still look so pretty, no matter what, huh?”

“I look like a mess.” “A sexy mess, that just,” he leans up to peck her lips, “Took the air out of me.” he hovers above her head with a little smile “I’m going to draw a bath for us, I think we deserve it.” his breath hitches and she gasps when he pulls out, but Beatrice smiles while slowly pushing herself to a sitting position watching him disappear into the bathroom. It takes her a few seconds, but she stretches her arms over her head and then follows him, groaning happily.

[fruitcoops]

Double Bubble

Happy Fic O’Ween, everyone! The amazing mods of the SW discord server organized a prompt list for the next 13 days, and I am beyond excited to take part. 

Today’s prompt: “Accidental/ Matching Couples’ Costumes”

“Oh. My. God.”

Remus turned and almost immediately snorted punch out his nose. “No way,” he laughed. “No fucking way.”

“Look at you!” Heather exclaimed, obviously torn between amusement and offense. “Oh my god!”

June raised her eyebrows. “Is Sirius—”

“Yep.”

“Jesus.”

Remus stared at them a moment longer before shaking his head with a grin. It was eerie how well the silver paint on June’s arm matched his own, though he had to admit the smudgy eyeliner looked a lot better on her. That, and her knowledge of mechanics made the details worlds more realistic. “Give me two seconds, I’ll go get him.”

Luckily, Sirius’ costume made him easy to find in the crowd—Remus silently cursed his clunky boots as he tripped over a table leg and nearly slammed face-first into the shiny shield stretching across his back. “Wh—”

“Come on,” Remus interrupted, linking their arms. Dumo’s house was certainly big enough for people to spread out a bit, but it seemed the entire party decided to congregate in the living room. Hell, Lily’s oversized Jessie the Yodeling Cowgirl hat took up two feet all by itself. “You’re not gonna believe this.”

Sirius burst out laughing the second June and Heather came into view. “Captain,” he teased with a mock-salute.

“Captain,” Heather responded in a solemn tone. “Are you aware you have a fugitive on your arm?”

“Says you!” Remus protested. June flexed her faux-metal arm in a playful threat and he stuck his tongue out.

“Easy, you two, nobody needs a Winter Soldier showdown in the middle of a party,” Heather warned.

June winked, giving her shield a tug and her cheek a kiss. “Are you gonna fight for me instead, oh captain my captain?”

Heather rolled her eyes, though Remus saw a blush forming beneath the dark lipstick mark on her face. “I’m supposed to have a moral code, remember? Loops, did you get your pants from the army surplus on 63rd?”

“How did you know?” Remus asked, winding an arm around his own Captain America’s waist. “What gave it away? The fact that I had to put duct tape over the little symbol on the side, or that your girlfriend is wearing the exact same ones?”

“Lucky guess,” she deadpanned.

“I think we’re forgetting something vitally important, actually,” June said. Remus raised an eyebrow as she dug around in one of her many thigh pockets before emerging with her cell phone. “Bring it in, copycats.”

It took some shuffling—and several stepped-on toes from two different pairs of black combat boots—but the four of them managed to extract themselves from the crowd and fit into frame by the front door. “Smile!” Heather singsonged as June snapped a photo.

“Perfect,” June laughed when they separated. “Loops, we’re the cutest assassins the world has ever seen.”

His phone buzzed a moment later; he swept past the million notifications waiting in his inbox for the most recent tag, where two Captain Americas and two Winter Soldiers beamed at the screen. Peak mlm/ wlw solidarity, the caption read, then in parenthesis, Canada’s ass < America’s ass.

“Hey, Calder!” Remus called as the two women headed toward the pumpkin-carving station in the kitchen.

“Lupin!”

He raised his eyebrows and patted Sirius’ spandex-clad hip. “Watch your mouth about Canada’s ass.”

[tobi-smp]

Context: [Link] I was going to put this under that post, but it's gotten long enough that it deserves it's own post. hopefully none of the formatting gets killed in the move over. for anyone who doesn't want to click through: this is about technoblade and killing tubbo at the red festival and everything that followed.

@randombeluga

if you’re going to send me 13 replies in a row to say your point then please, just reblog my post. having to put your entire reply Within my response to it is the most cumbersome way I could possibly have to engage with you once we’re talking multiples. Especially with how I like to take screenshots of replies and caption them so people can know that I’m not altering any of the text at a glance, having both just isn’t really feasible after a certain point. replies have such a short text limit because they aren’t meant to be used this way, if you don’t want your followers to see it then make a side blog.

I very strongly considered just removing them, both because of what’s stated above and because you’ve missed the point Extremely hard, but there Are things that I’d like to address. so ! because of the length I’m going to match you and take this point by point.

here's the cut for length.

[Start transcription] “ I am not pretending that Techno is guiltless in a situation where he committed a massacre, however I do detest the way people like to twist the facts to make the events some merciless slaughter of Tubbo without any attempt by Technoblade to avoid it.” [End transcription]

Like I said, you missed the point of this post Extremely hard, or only read into it what you wanted to hear. this was not a post about the festival itself, this was a post about what came After the festival. about the 16th, about doomsday, about the syndicate invading snowchester.

tubbo tried to put his feelings behind him for the sake of everyone else when he forgave technoblade (when Canonically he was left with permanent scars on his face and body, when he’s still triggered by fireworks and when he still gets nightmares about what happened to this day), only for technoblade to hold him at gunpoint Again and shoot him in the head with fireworks Again while declaring him evil because they did the thing that they already said that they were going to do right in front of his face several times including that very day before he gave them any armor or weapons. it was Already an extremely traumatizing night for the pogtopians, but tubbo got a free recreation of the festival because technoblade couldn’t be assed to have a conversation for once in his life, how lucky!

and Then when he tried to get revenge, when he tried to take the offensive when they were afraid that he’d take their home again (because he Said he’d do that on the 16th, that he would never stop until they weren’t a government anymore, and then stockpiled weapons), he partnered with Dream to do doomsday, which somehow surpasses the literal mass slaughter in terms of traumatizing as many people in one swoop as possible (which intentionally mirrored the 16th with tnt, withers, and fireworks. lets not forget the iconic moment where tubbo jumped in front of a rocket techno had shot at tommy not knowing if it’d kill him for good or not).

tubbo was not and Is not okay because of this. technoblade made fun of tubbo using nukes to feel safe, but do you know why he felt the need to do that? because he's a teenager that watched everything he loved be taken away from him over and over and over again no matter what he did and he was called a tyrant and a dictator and worse than his abuser at every move he tried to make when he’d been upfront about the fact that he Didn’t Know What He Was Doing Because He’s A Child from the beginning.

tubbo was willing to die during the disc war finale, and that’s not new. people don’t talk about the dead mans switch, but when he made his nukes he created one that could only be activated manually. and he’d fully intended on using it if he lost tommy or if he lost his home again. that’s not just suicide ideation, that’s having a Plan. That’s what technoblade’s actions caused. not only did he go to the biggest extremes that he could because he couldn’t feel Safe trying to protect his home and the people he loved without it (and arguably still doesn’t, arguably never will), but he was passively Suicidal.

and then there’s the snowchester visit. which was technoblade Overtly threatening the safety of his home unprovoked Specifically in the direct aftermath of his best friend’s death, when he Knew it was specifically in the direct aftermath of his best friend’s death. and then he made tubbo prove that he’d “learned his lesson” with one of the most traumatizing things techno had ever done to him at the Overt threat that he’d have his home violently ripped away from him a fourth time if he didn’t comply all while his Son was hidden in the walls of that home.

and Now in canon his memories of the event have Literally been warped so he can place the blame on anyone else. on big q, who was afraid for him and wanted to help him, on wilbur who loved him and didn’t want him to get hurt. he’s been traumatized Out Of being able to blame technoblade for Traumatizing him because it’s not safe to blame him. because it’s not safe to be angry at him.

that’s why both of your responses Are Not Appropriate. this was not a post about dissecting the festival or who’s “really” to blame for it (even if you’re completely 100% right technoblade still pulled the trigger and that was a choice that he made), it was about tubbo being Traumatized over and over and over again until he doesn’t feel safe in expressing his feelings authentically because that anger could get him traumatized Again. because technoblade was waiting over his head like an anvil to strike him down if he steps out of line. That, That is the thing that I was angry about when I made this post.

and I need you to understand and keep that in mind when I respond to the rest of this, because technoblade continuously traumatizing tubbo without any regard to what he’s doing had a Massive effect on his mental health and self esteem that frankly no one has recovered from. the anniversary stream was specifically About how he hasn’t and Can’t move on from that trauma, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to save a word against technoblade. when he described the event to ranboo during the cookie outpost conflict he regurgitated what techno used to justify it to blame quackity through warping his memories of the event. this is a trauma response in and of itself, and I need you to understand that. what technoblade’s done is traumatize tubbo so badly that he can’t even be angry with him anymore and I need you to understand that.

okay? okay.

[Start transcription] “Phil has said on stream that the characters aren’t supposed to be aware of their lives. - Techno (as a character) has stated that if he died at the festival, which was likely if he attempted to defend Tubbo, the revolution would’ve lost a massive portion of its weapons and items.“ [End transcription]

first of all, you’re objectively wrong about technoblade being likely to die at the festival and that’s the most ridiculous point that techno apologists try to use because it contradicts the very thing that happened on screen. the kickback from the rocket was strong enough to kill both schlatt and quackity on stage and technoblade got out of the festival alive. he Did 100% attack schlatt at the festival, Pulled His Weapon On The Crowd Of Manberg Citizens, and completely survived. what he Actually did was objectively worse than refusing to kill tubbo and nobody even killed him at all. so what are you talking about? what’s that supposed to mean? you’re inventing a problem that does not exist.

there’s a reason why mr beast payed $100,000 for technoblade and dream to duel right before this (which techno won), there’s a reason why techno has a 1400+ streak in bedwars, why there were characters who were canonically Afraid of him (notably quackity) Because Of How Strong He Is. because he Could Have and Did fight off everyone at once.

if you wanna argue that tubbo would have slowed him down 1: how would that be solved by armorless wilbur also jumping in and needing to be saved? 2: armorless wilbur Did jump in and Did need to be saved.

technoblade is a paranoid character so there is Maybe a case to be made about him overestimating the strength of the people around him, but that doesn’t mean that his actions weren’t obviously a mistake or that everyone else wasn’t in the right for being angry. it also Definitely doesn’t mean that we the audience should act as if that potential paranoia was correct when we saw on screen that it wasn’t.

second of all, maybe philza did say that but it’s not actually something that he can canonize on his own. characters have verbally acknowledged their number of lives before, and the lives system in general is extremely nebulous and situational. he can say that his own character doesn’t know, but he can’t make that decision for other cc’s, not without bringing it up to the entire server and letting them weigh in on what they want so everyone is on the same page. (please dear god let the cc’s communicate with each other).

moreover, that’s worse. you know that that’s worse right?  not knowing how many lives someone is down when you’re fully aware that this is a teenager that’s been in Multiple wars means any blow could be their last. he could’ve been killing tubbo for good, he could’ve killed tubbo on the 16th, on doomsday, and yet he chose to do it anyways. I realize that you’re point is to excuse techno’s actions by saying that he wouldn’t have been aware that he was on all of his lives (which is ridiculous because he just joined the server and no one had killed him yet), but that suggestion makes the decision to kill tubbo worse.

[Start transcription] “Techno has been seen with Wilbur and Tommy on multiple occasions during  conflicts with Schlatt and Manburg. They definitely knew he was working for them. Not to mention that he wasn’t subtle in the slightest.” [End transcription]

that doesn’t actually counter my point. like I said, they Suspected techno’s involvement, but they didn’t have proof. which meant that they wanted to deal with him but he was allowed to free roam the server. he hadn’t been banned from manberg and he’d been directly invited to the festival.

dream had been seen fighting With tommy during the pet wars and yet he hadn’t been targeted. he continued to hang out with tommy even when he’d officially joined schlatt. and dream had specifically been trying to keep his support of pogtopia in the shadows if his letter to tommy is to be believed.

wilbur knew that they were probably suspicious of techno, but they didn’t have direct dirt on him which made him the safest out of all of them. which is objectively true, because tommy and wilbur would have been killed on sight while techno would not have. you can’t just ignore that fact because it isn’t convenient.

and there’s a lot of things that techno isn’t subtle about that we all have to pretend isn’t obvious innit.

[Start transcription] “I do not blame Tommy for not stepping in, but I do blame Wilbur for naively expecting Techno to be able to fight an entire nation worth of people, while protecting someone without any armour or weapons, and successfully facilitating all their escapes.“ [End transcription]

this is all information that I’ve already stated, but I’m going to restate it anyways.

1: wilbur and tommy were by Law required to be killed on sight if they entered manberg illegally, wilbur was holding tommy back because he could have been Killed and there’s absolutely no way that he wouldn’t have followed wilbur in.

2: Technoblade Is Completely Capable Of Fighting Off An Entire Nation And Everyone Knew It, Techno Most Of All. Let’s read this achievement on technoblade’s youtube wikipage together shall we?  “Placing 2nd in a server-wide Hypixel Skywars Solo tournament, where 63,090 unique players competed.“ [Link] Technoblade Did fight off manberg that night, he Did turn on pogtopia and flee with his life, he Did fight an entire nation and come out without having died once during doomsday. this is the worst excuse you could make because it’s so blatantly wrong. it’s “technoblade never dies” for a Reason.

3: wilbur was unarmed, wearing no armor, and is bad at pvp, that’s why they needed help.  I’ll say this again: Wilbur Had No Armor And Was Holding Gravel tubbo is a better fighter than wilbur, handing tubbo a weapon would’ve given them a better chance than expecting wilbur to jump in and help. him jumping in would be Even More Dead Weight, which is even more ridiculous considering the last point.

4: Wilbur Didn’t Think That Technoblade Was Going To Shoot Him. He Thought That Technoblade, The Person Who Wants To Destroy Manberg Because He Hates Governments, Was Never Going To Listen To The Dictator Telling Him To Murder His Teenage Ally. I already went over this point in detail and it’s interesting that you have nothing to counter any of it. just restating what you said before. wilbur Did jump in without any armor that night After He Realized That He Couldn’t Trust Techno To Protect His Allies Or Wilbur’s Friends. which he shouldn’t have had to come to realize.

it’s like arguing that michae phelps was justified in drowning a kid in a pool because he was afraid he was gonna drown.

[Start transcription] “People screaming in the crowd achieved literally nothing. There were still multiple fully armoured people in the crowd who were the actual threat to Techno, none of which were screaming about how he had a choice. Niki, while well meaning, wasn’t in a position to actually offer any assistance.“ [End transcription]

first of all: And Wilbur Is? Huh? Huh? Huh? niki’s a better fighter than wilbur And was better armed than wilbur And she was already partnered with pogtopia And had fought along side techno in the pet wars And she was actively trying to reach out to techno in that exact moment. wilbur was supposed to step in and get himself killed and that was supposed to fix everything and make techno not murder tubbo, but niki “achieved literally nothing?” and what was wilbur supposed to achieve that niki was apparently incapable of? And Who’s Fault Is It That Nothing Was Changed?

wack and a half.

second of all: It Tells Techno That He Wasn’t As Surrounded As It May Look On First Glance. when the fighting broke out Several people in that crowd fought against schlatt, especially notable being the people who’d form the badlands (I love you sam), and several more that refused to fight For schlatt. tubbo was a manberg citizen And a l’manberg citizen and a Child. people Liked him and they were disgusted at what schlatt was doing. no one else in the manberg cabinet knew what was going to happened, both quackity and fundy were upset and trying to get schlatt to stop.

it Does mean something because it Did mean something. technoblade Wouldn’t Have Been Alone if he chose to spare tubbo, and Several Fully Armoured People tried telling him that.

[Start transcription] I’ve never really believed the explanation that the voices made him do it. It seemed more that he decided the only two options were to flee and let someone else kill Tubbo, or to stay and kill Tubbo (staying and fighting would’ve likely led to both of their deaths).  Which was supported by the same claims to Tommy in the following stream (during that bit about acquiring phantom membranes). [Eng transcription]

1: I at least want to acknowledge that you don’t justify techno’s actions with an ableist stereotype. good job

2: saying it more doesn’t make it true. the fact that he felt like those were his only options is the problem because it was explicitly untrue. you dismissed niki as not having accomplished anything, but she was Specifically Trying To Get Technoblade To Realize That He Had A Choice, That He Wasn’t Stuck Between The Options That Schlatt Was Presenting. technoblade made the Choice, he used his agency and chose to kill a teenager when he objectively did not have to. we all know this because he could have extremely easily not done what he did.

3: the fact that technoblade claimed anything to justify his actions after the fact doesn’t change anything. he was wrong and he continued to be wrong. he yelled that he’d been upfront with pogtopia when he shot them and sent withers at them but they’d been just as if not more upfront with him in telling him that they specifically did not want to destroy manberg and that they specifically wanted to take lmanberg, the country, back as their home. he decided after the fact that tommy only ever wanted to use him and that tommy didn’t even see him as a person when tommy had refused to join techno until techno lied to him to convince him to join and then proceeded to bond with him for a week and said specifically “That’s all I’ve ever wanted from you” completely sincerely when techno said they could be friends.

“I was only the blade to you” he says, months after never once expressing any discomfort with the nickname, when his full name is “Techno Blade,” when tommy uses nicknames for everyone he knows, when tommy calls him “techno” or “technoblade” more than he ever uses blade by itself.  [Dream Wastaken voice] “I was only Big D to you!”

he’s very much so known to twist the truth to justify his actions, the fact that he seemingly convinces himself of these facts and argues them until other people believes him doesn’t change what he’s doing.

[Start transcription] "The idea that Techno wouldn’t understand helplessness at this point is untrue, given the events of his execution. With his closest friend and a companion held at essentially knife point, all his armour and weapons stripped from him, and no idea how he would escape even if the totem worked - because no one else understood it at the time. He was executed under the pretence of a trial, and being locked in a cage waiting to die seems rather helpless to me. Yes, he had the totem, but he was still unarmed in the middle of enemy territory with both of his closest companions captured and threatened." [End transcription]

oh so we're using things that didn't happen at the festival to argue that techno is the most likely to understand tubbo's helplessness and that tubbo himself thinks of it that way and That's why it's not supposed to be sad that he was traumatized out of valuing his own life?

so wilbur, tommy, and fundy didn't feel helpless when they were trapped and murdered in the final control room as they were betrayed by someone that they trusted and watched as their country blew up?

tommy didn't feel helpless when he was cut off from everyone he loved, kidnapped, isolated and abused alone, made to believe that no one loved him, and was driven nearly to suicide? he didn't feel helpless when his abuser hunted him down and the only person he had to protect him openly offered to trade away his freedom for a favor?

tommy didn't feel helpless when that person who he trusted immediately partnered with his abuser to destroy his home? all of l'manberg didn't feel helpless when they fought with everything they had only to watch as three people obliterated them while techno laughed and screamed that he was going to kill all of them, leaving them with nothing? they didn't feel helpless as they stood above the wreckage, singing the anthem with the ghost of it's founder unable to comprehend the pain of the event in front of him? tommy didn't feel helpless as he stood in front of his abuser, nothing in hand and nothing left under their feet, while his abuser looked him in the eyes and told him that everything just happened because he thought it was fun (that he was Never going to stop hurting tommy because he thought it was fun)?

jack didn't feel helpless when technoblade killed him and sent him to hell?

tommy didn't feel helpless when he was locked in a cell with his abuser for weeks on end, beaten to death, trapped in the afterlife for months feeling his atoms rip apart and put themselves back together over and over again?

ey? Ey?

technoblade survived, jack did not, tommy did not, wilbur did not, fundy did not, tubbo did not, Quackity Did Not.

and I need you to understand how tone deaf this is. the butcher army event was morally wrong, but it happened Because Technoblade Had Murdered Tubbo. Because He'd Turned On Pogtopia And Helped Destroy Them And Then Promised To Destroy Them Again And Then Never Told Them That He Wasn't Going To Keep Destroying Them After He Promised To Keep Doing It.

they were Afraid Of Him because he Killed Them and said he was going to Keep Doing That and then he Did. He Did Do Exactly That. technoblade fought The Entirety Of The Butcher Army and would have won if it hadn't been for carl. he fought quackity in iron armor and with a pickaxe and Killed Him. if he had lost this life, he would've been spawned back at his house because they didn't reset his spawn.

I'm not arguing that technoblade didn't have the right to be afraid when his life is in danger, everyone does, but we the audience know damn well that he wasn't helpless and we also know damn well that his actions are Beyond hypocritical. techno's failed execution was in response to his Successful execution, and in response he Directly Killed two people (one of which wasn't involved in the butcher army at all And Went To Hell). meanwhile he was actively arguing that him killing tubbo Did Not And Should Not Matter.

so no, I don't think we should Ever expect tubbo to empathize with technoblade, and in fact I think it's really gross to suggest that he should! the parallels between new l'manberg's actions and manberg are interesting from a story perspective, but that doesn't translate to the characters' motivations or feelings.

[Start transcription] "“I’m sorry Tubbo, I’ll try to make your death as painless and colourful as possible.” Was followed by a pickaxe hit that was supposed to lower him to enough health that he would die in one shot - clearly trying to make it as painless as possible. He even expressed surprise when it didn’t kill him." [End transcription]

Do You Think Getting Hit With An Axe Is Painless?

techno was indeed trying to lower tubbo's health, that doesn't make getting hit by an axe and Shot less painful. that doesn't change the fact that tubbo was permanently Scarred afterwards. heh?

also, "painless and colorful" was the joke I was referring to. that's the joke he made while choosing to kill tubbo. bit tasteless in universe that

[Start transcription] And why do people continually push the narrative that Techno got told to kill Tubbo and pulled the trigger an instant later? He spent minutes standing on a stage, in front of a screaming crowd with enemies to his back, making a (admittedly awkward) attempt to defuse the situation. [End transcription]

I did not make this argument, nor do I think it actually matters. the fact that he stalled is actually worse In My Opinion because it means that he had time to think about what he was going to do next and made the decision, it Wasn't impulsive. he had Minutes to decide what he was going to do, and he made that choice.

also really convenient the people in the crowd yelling that tubbo Shouldn't Be Killed, telling techno that he has a choice, expressing Verbally that they weren't in support to tubbo dying "didn't accomplish anything," but here they're the screaming crowd of enemies at his back at fault for pressuring him into shooting. which is it? does it matter or doesn't it?

I'm not gonna argue that having a vocal crowd isn't more Uncomfortable, but him Being Told that at least Some of the people behind you Will Have His Back if he tried to save tubbo should really factor in on whether or not he should feel like he has a crowd of enemies standing behind him.

[Start transcription] Schlatt was either aware of Wilbur and Tommy’s presence, or just kept looking at them accidentally, because he spent a portion of the execution just staring at the two of them on that roof. [End transcription]

whether or not that's true (it's impossible to know, since cc!schlatt could've just been aware that they were there, or again just a coincidence) that doesn't really. Matter? for the exact same reason why manberg being aware that techno was with pogtopia doesn't matter. the characters couldn't know that for sure (and in this case they Really wouldn't have had any idea), so they acted with the hope that they could mitigate that.

if you think you Might be caught in a lie but that you also Might Be Able To Get Away With It then what's more likely to get you out of the situation consequence free? continuing with the lie in the hopes that you haven't been caught, or confessing that lie for free?

the latter really doesn't seem like a very good war strategy, so a bit strange you keep suggesting they should've done it.

[Start transcription] I have more points to make, and I’d be happy to continue the conversation, but I do need to go make porridge. [End transcription]

I hope you enjoyed your porridge king, get those nutrients.

[Start transcription] I will not pretend that Technoblade shouldn’t of apologised more for his actions. Especially the massacre, which was entirely unwarranted, but he wasn’t an absolute villain, and the warped version of events people love to propagate removes a lot of the moral greyness that makes the SMP so unique as a story. [End transcription]

what makes this decision morally gray is him being either ignorant or paranoid, which he lost the rights to when he beat tommy to a pulp rather than say sorry (to tubbo And To Tommy, who watched his best friend get murdered right in front of him). he shouldn't have done what he did, but we Can argue that his paranoia drove him to make the mistake. it's what came after that made it irredeemable, it's him making a whole Speech about how "violence is the only universal language" rather than make up with the teenagers that he permanently traumatized.

technoblade Is a morally gray character but he makes morally Black decisions because he hurts people and then justifies it to himself afterwards or during.

[Start transcription] In terms of rebuilding that relationship, the weight definitely rests on Techno, though I don’t see that happening for either of them. Techno is fundamentally unwilling to trust people who have previously “betrayed” him - especially after Tommy - and Tubbo has every reason to despise Techno, not to mention their Very polarised beliefs. [End transcription]

Technoblade Made The Choice To Ruin That Relationship, He Made The Choice To Not Reconnect In Pogtopia.

Technoblade was the on who'd betrayed Them at the red festival, neither tubbo or tommy had done Anything to him at this point and he Refused to take accountability, he Refused to apologize. he only kept reiterating his own innocence while pushing them further away.

tubbo And tommy Both made it clear that they didn't want to destroy l'manberg, wilbur and techno were the Only Ones who wanted that and techno Continued To Stay. then rather than Talk To Any Of Them At Any Point he Immediately shot tubbo again and cut ties when they wanted to take back their home. the thing they'd been fighting for since techno joined the server.

he never once actually explained what anarchy was, what it looked like, how it could make their lives better. he never tried to Talk to them about his beliefs. and that's a character flaw. that's a Massive Crater of a character flaw. he Hurt Them because he was unwilling to Talk to them because Violence is the only language that he knows. and then he gets angry when they respond in kind.

and "especially after tommy." you mean when techno visited tommy on the first day of his exile, made fun of him, and then hinted that he Already wanted to work with him even though nothing had changed between their ideologies and tommy was actively angry with him?

you mean when tommy almost killed himself and ran off into the snow with nowhere else to go and Still refused to partner with technoblade when he found him and offered because he killed his best friend right in front of him and wanted to destroy l'manberg? and then technoblade insisted that he couldn't survive on his own and then Lied to say that they'd only do minor terrorism and wouldn't hurt tubbo to finally make tommy join?

you mean when techno continued to lie throughout their partnership, trying to make tommy a more Violent person without telling him that's what he was doing but pulling back whenever tommy caught him pushing too far (which tommy did often, which tommy Fully brought up how he wasn't going to destroy l'manberg or hurt tubbo Continuously while techno lied to him that they weren't going to do that)?

you mean when techno had tommy help him prepare to destroy l'manberg (which would have hurt tubbo) under false pretenses and only came clean about this fact days before they went through with it? that tommy was verbally confused the Exact same way that techno has seen him get the entire time (especially in relation to dream)? how tommy argued against him Up Until he held being tommy's friend over his head (when he knows full well that tommy was abandoned and has a Weird conditioning to see dream as his friend)? how even after that tommy Continued insisting that l'manberg was his and tubbo's Home, how he didn't want it gone, and techno Verbally confirmed that he caught that that didn't sound like tommy actually wanted to destroy it but then didn't push it any further because he got the answer he wanted to hear?

you mean how tommy's heel turn was not in realizing he hated techno or in hurting him, but in realizing that He was becoming someone he couldn't like anymore because he hurt people that he loved? how techno had presented their partnership as conditional on both of them getting what they want out of it and tommy had Already fulfilled the original conditions Of said partnership (minor terrorism, getting techno his stuff back) And Then Some? how tommy Apologized to techno then and there and tried to make it clear that it was About himself, his own mental health and struggle with his own morality after he'd been conditioned and abused and lashed out because of it?

you mean how techno turned around and partnered with tommy's abuser and shouted that he was going to kill tommy and everyone in l'manberg while raining tnt and withers and rocket launchers down on their heads?

that tommy? that conflict?

yeah that don't make techno look more rational, I ain't gonna lie.

[Start transcription] "So I suppose what I’m saying is that Technoblade isn’t a character without guilt or his fair share of reprehensible actions, as most characters in the SMP do, but there’s a recent trend of misconstruing past events or just misremembering them to try and turn him into an entirely villainous character, and there’s no better example of that then the current fanon version of the festival." [End transcription]

being morally gray does not stop you from being a villain. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but shooting and killing a teenager who thinks of you as a friend and an ally who is completely helpless and hasn't done anything wrong and then beating that teenager's best friend to a pulp while he watches to avoid having to take responsibility for doing that is a villainous thing to do.

I can tell you for a complete Fact that at the time people saw him as a villain, that people labeled that as techno betraying pogtopia (because he did). it's revisionist to argue that it Wasn't villainous. that's an action that he had to Redeem himself for doing, which he never did. he's only doubled down and continued to hurt people. he's only doubled down and continued to hurt Tubbo while pretending he doesn't understand why tubbo is scared of him

you Have to acknowledge that what techno did to tubbo was horrific and traumatizing, otherwise you're just gonna sound like a knob. or at least be rather tone deaf

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The Art of Blind Dates. Deku x GN! Reader

This piece was written for @rat-zuki 's the deku agenda escapes no one collab. Happy Birthday to our favorite broccoli.

Content warning- This fic rated PG-13. Aged up characters, Allusions to sexual activity, swearing, gender neutral reader.

“You know, we really have to stop meeting like this.”

You jumped, the spray can you had been using left an unsightly streak of bright red across your masterpiece. You scowled behind your mask as you turned to face the man who had spoken.

“We do. You keep making me mess up my hard work!”

You smirked, pleased with yourself as you saw Deku, the number one pro hero, recoil at the sight of your mask. It had taken a few weeks to convert the All Might mask into an ahegao face, but it was worth it if it horrified your number one pain in the ass. Izuku blinked a few times, sighing and bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He was clearly choosing to ignore your choice of disguise.

“I wouldn’t have to mess with your work if you chose to do things that were, you know, actually legal? You’re talented, Brushstroke. You could get paid to do murals or something instead of…” Deku gestured towards your latest creation. You were rather proud of it. It had taken a good amount of planning to manage to paint a fifty foot tall mural of pro hero Dynamight mooning the city with the bold caption ‘The Hero Commision can kiss my ass.’ It would be perfect if not for the red streak from where Deku had startled you. With a contemplative hum you shook your spray can and quickly turned the offending mark into a cartoonish lipstick print. Midoriya sighed heavily. “I’m standing right here, you know.”

“I know.” You grinned behind your mask. The voice distorter you used did nothing to hide your chipper tone. “I also know you like it. And you can’t tell me Dynamight wouldn’t love it. He literally said that on live interview!”

“Yes, but not with his pants down to his knees.”

You bent over, throwing your cans of spray paint and climbing gear into your duffle bag. It wouldn’t do for your nemesis to get his hands on some of the tools you used. Mei’s stamp was all over it.

“Which is such a shame. The man’s got cake for days.” You chuckled as Deku pulled a face.

He observed you, hands on his hips. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Away, obviously.” You said as you threw the strap of your dufflebag across you.

“And I’m just going to let you go?”

“Oh no. You’re going to chase me like you always do. And I’m going to escape like I always do. And it’s going to drive you crazy because you can’t figure out how I keep doing it.” You began stretching, exaggerating each movement.

“A teleportation quirk isn’t that hard to figure out.” Izuku began stretching as well, rolling his shoulders and popping joints.

“Guess again.” You sing songed, bouncing on your toes.

“Wouldn’t have to guess if you just told me.”

“But that’s no fun. Unfortunately, I do have to be going. Catch you later, hot stuff!” And with a sprint, you raced to the side of the building and jumped off before activating your quirk.

Time slowed around you. It was like you were hovering in the air instead of falling. Freeze Frame was a quirk you had learned to perfect over the years. Between the quirk and the assorted gadgets in your bag and on your person, it was definitely enough to baffle the number one pro hero. Speaking of, you better work quickly before your quirk wore off and splatted you across the sidewalk.

Freeze Frame was named after what your quirk looked like from the outside. It was as if you teleported, or you had frozen time around you for everyone except yourself. In reality, you were a speedster. When your quirk was active, you were able to move at speeds so fast you were undetectable to others, and to you it seemed like everything was paused in time. You probably could have been a phenomenal hero or villain if you wanted. But currently, it was much more fun to thwart a certain green haired man.

With a press of a button, you deployed a grappling hook, snagging it on the building across the alley. You swung over, keeping a countdown in your head. Would you be lucky enough and have time to…? Yes. There! A balcony door was cracked open slightly. You gracefully landed on the balcony and used the door to slip into what appeared to be someone’s bedroom, thankfully unoccupied at the moment. Taking no chances though, you slip into the closet just as the effects of your quirk wear off. The other reason you had never turned to heroism or villainy- no matter how much you trained, you could only keep your quirk activated for ten seconds at a time. It wasn’t a lot. Plus you could only activate your quirk a couple dozen times a day without getting seriously ill. But it still was usually more than enough to be able to give any law enforcement the slip. Just like now.

Deku curses as he runs to the edge of the roof. You’re nowhere to be seen. “Brushstroke! Get back here, you damn brat!” He shouted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. One of these days he was going to figure out your quirk and how to counteract it. And when that day comes he was going to take you over his knee and… No. He shook his head, blushing to clear his thoughts. What to do with you. Well, he wasn’t sure yet. You weren’t a villain, really. More of a public nuisance. The murals you did showed a lot of talent and a good chunk of the population agreed with the social commentary behind them. But that didn’t change that you had painted ten foot tall asscheeks on a building without permission. And, technically, it was within his job description to apprehend you. “Brushstroke!” Deku called again as he made his way down to the ground. There was no sign of you anywhere. Invisibility quirk maybe? Though it would be unusual if you could turn all the stuff you had been wearing and carrying invisible as well.

Meanwhile, as Izuku was getting lost in thought, you were getting naked. You stripped out of your gear and paint covered smock, moving as quickly as you dared while still remaining quiet in your hidden location. Just because the bedroom had been empty doesn’t mean the rest of the place was, after all. You shoved everything into your dufflebag, pulling out a clean set of clothing from a zippered pocket. Getting changed was a simple affair, as was ruffling your hair, messily getting it to look like a different style. One of your favorite tricks happened when you pushed a hidden button on the edge of your duffle bag. The previously dull gray bag quickly morphed into a loud riot of tye dyed color. Chameleon bags, Hatsume called them. Still in a prototype stage, your friend and employer would probably make a mint on them if you put them on the market. After a final brush off and deciding you looked acceptably civilian, you peeked out the closet door. The bedroom was still empty. You crept out slowly. The balcony wasn’t a feasible exit anymore. Not without the gear you had had to store away. You were going to have to sneak out the front door. You activated your quirk, feeling a little queasy at having to use it again so quickly in succession. It was simple to race through the apartment and out into the hall within your short time limit. In fact, with your speed, you were easily able to exit the entire apartment complex. You still had a few seconds to spare when you shot out the door. You grinned at seeing the number one pro hero standing in the middle of the street. You knew you shouldn’t do what you were thinking. Instead you should use your last few spare seconds to put some distance between yourself and the large, green haired man. Instead, you quickly dug around in your bag and found your tube of lipstick. You applied a nice thick coat as you waltzed up to him. With a giggle, you planted a firm smacking kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a clear and perfect lip print. With a grin, you hurried back to the apartment complex. It was easy to make it seem like you were just coming out of the door as time snapped back to its proper speed. You watched, hiding your smirk as you observed the clearly frustrated hero scanning the crowds for any sign of you. His eyes passed right over you, barely giving you a glance. You almost felt hurt that he thought your normal look was that unremarkable. But that was the point, after all. As Deku continued to call out for your pseudonym, you turned and walked away, blending into the crowd. You were almost out of earshot when you heard a loud cursing exclamation that would have been more in character for a certain blond hero. You bite your knuckle to muffle your laughter. Someone had informed Deku of the lipstick mark.

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You sipped from a bottle of water as you watched Mei work her magic. It was strangely relaxing to watch her in her element. Though it seemed chaotic the first few times you had witnessed your friend work, there was a clear method to the madness if you just knew where to look. And you knew exactly where to look now that you had been working with her for the past three years. You were simply listed as one of her assistants. Most days that involved a random jumble of cleaning, paperwork, schedule management, and coffee making. The real reason Hatsume loved having you around however, was days like this.

“Okay! Set!” She chirped happily. “You good to go now?”

You nodded as you slid down, and walked into the testing area. “Remind me what I’m looking for again?”

“Well, obviously the usual. Make sure it’s not lethal, of course. And then I want to make sure the grid is deploying at the right time. Should be about a quarter second after detonation.”

“As long as everything looks good, want me to be full blown dummy this time?”

Hatsume tilted her head, and considered a moment before nodding. “Yeah, should be fine. Have the explosive levels where they should be. If anything messes up it’s going to be the grid deploying too soon or too late and not restraining you right.”

You gave her a thumbs up as you got into position. She counted down, though that didn’t matter much to you, honestly. One of the best perks of your quirk was that it gave you insane reflexes. You waited until the moment you saw the detonation begin to happen and activated your quirk.

As usual, it felt like time slowed to a crawl around you. Hollywood directors would give a kidney to have access to the detailed slow motion you could experience every day for free. You walked around the device, looking it over. It was meant to be a capture aid for pro hero Cellophane, a small explosive that would shoot nets of tape in all directions. It had to be safe and effective. Better to have a few civilians stuck to the walls than to risk letting a villain escape, after all. You peered into the explosion that was slowly rippling outward. Everything looked good so far… Yep, there were the grids starting to deploy. Sure that everything was safe, you deactivated your quirk and instantly were thrown backward and stuck to a padded wall of the testing room.

“Looked great!” You called as Hatsume entered the room. “I think you’ve finally got it!”

While she cheered and began praising her baby for performing so well, you tried wiggling. No luck. You were stuck rather firmly. Apparently she had upped the strength of the adhesive. After a minute, Hatsume finally noticed your struggles.

“Oh good!” She chirped. “Looks like the new formula is holding up nicely. I mean, I still need to test it out against, like strength and fire quirks, but looking good so far.”

“Little help, please?” You ask, giving her a look.

“Maybe in a bit.” She said, turning her back and leaving you there, pinned. “Want to test how long it holds. Besides, I have some questions about your last escapade and how my babies held up.”

You let out a resigned sigh. Of course. Your friend had found out about your after hours hobby about a year and a half ago. Instead of discouraging you, it hadn’t surprised you that much when she blackmailed you. She wouldn’t tell the police or heroes…. If you used some of her experimental babies on your future excursions. You had been dubious. Hatsume’s babies could be a little dangerous in the prototype stage. But it ended up working great! Your pieces went from small tagging jobs to huge fifty foot murals. Though that had caught the attention of a few public figures, including a certain green haired pain in your ass.

“I didn’t use anything directly against Deku this time.” You sighed, going limp to test if the tape would hold your weight. It did. “Grappling hook works great. The painter drones are okay for filling in large areas, but aren’t able to do clean lines well. The gecko boots continue to be amazing, but the gloves need a lot of work. The control for when they release still isn’t great.”

Hatsume nodded, quickly making notes about everything you said. There was a bit of a quick back and forth where she asked questions and you answered. Though ten minutes passed and you were still stuck to the wall. She eventually sets her notes aside and turns to face you fully. “So,” she drawls. “You saw Deku again.”

“I always see Deku nowadays!” You groan. “I swear Mei, if I find out you’re tipping him off or something...”

“Aww, come on! He’s nice! Would you rather be dealing with Dynamight?”

You frowned, not meeting her gaze. “I mean, the variety might be nice?”

“You like that with the help of my babies you’re able to out fox the number one pro hero, admit it!”

“It might be a little satisfying,” you mutter.

“And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hot either! Heard you two get all flirty during chases. The tabloids loved the kiss mark, by the way. Enjoy finally kissing him?”

“Hatsume!” you groan. “Subject change, please! Anything else!”

“Anything?” she grins at you.

“Oh god, I’m going to regret this.”

“It’s not that bad, I promise! Just, would you be interested in a blind date?”

You blink. “A date?”

“Yeah! One of my friends from school has a lot of trouble meeting people organically. You know how the industry is. Ridiculous schedules, maintaining reputation, trying to make sure they like you for you and aren’t just a fan.”

“Yeah… I guess I can understand that.”

“Well, I just think you and him would be a great fit! He’s a huge nerd in a lot of the same ways you are, but a real good guy once you get past the awkward. Plus,” Hatsume dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper “I happen to know for a fact that he’s a fan of Brushstroke’s work.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “You know it’s extortion to try to get me to agree when you have me literally taped to a wall.”

“I know!” Hatsume chirped happily. “So are you going to agree? I made the adhesive pretty strong this time. Who knows how long it would take to wear off on it’s own?”

“Bitch!” You can’t help laughing. “Alright, alright, I’ll go. Just get me down from here!”

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You fidgeted with the ring you were wearing as you stared at the building in front of you. Maybe it wasn’t too late to bail? You don’t know exactly what you had been expecting when Hatsume had told you about the somewhat shy, nerdy man she had set you up with, but you hadn’t expected him to choose the fanciest restaurant in town as your date location. You were wearing your best and still felt underdressed. Well, if the date was a disaster, at least you knew what building you were going to spray paint next. The glistening white exterior would make for a great canvas. You chuckled quietly at your own thoughts.

Squaring your shoulders, you took a deep breath and marched in. You could do this. You were an infamous tagger. You faced off against the number one pro hero regularly. Your day job was working with Hatsume. You’ve got this. With an air of newfound confidence, you gave your name to the maitre d. It was a surprise when you were led through the restaurant to one of their private curtained rooms. This guy you’d been set up with was apparently going all out. Maybe you were going to like him after all, you thought as you were ushered in. Then you looked up.

Fuck.

Standing to greet you with a stupidly flustered look on his damn stupid handsome face was your nemisis. The number one thorn in your proverbial side. The giant broccoli himself.

That BITCH had set you up with Izuku Midoriya!

You froze. In the back of your mind you were aware that your mouth was hanging open. The green haired man shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Hi,” he said quietly, scratching the back of his head.

You continued to stare.

He cleared his throat, glancing to the side. “Sorry about the secrecy, but I think it’s understandable.”

You nodded weakly.

Izuku bit his lip. You realized with a start that he might be even more nervous than you are. As much as you planned to murder Hatsume later, this wasn’t Midoriya’s fault. You could get through this date at least. Eat some expensive food, drink the best wines, make some meaningless conversation, say your goodbyes, and then go home to plot the demise of your former best friend. Long, slow painful demise. Good thing about being an artist, you had lots of traps, so clean up should be easy. Looking at the worried expression on Izuku’s face, you realize with a start that you still haven’t actually said anything to him. You open your mouth to offer some sort of generic greeting. But what comes out is-

“I’m going to fucking murder Mei!”

Izuku blinks. Blinks again. Then he starts laughing loudly. He leans one hand on the table as he cackles. You stare before starting to chuckle yourself. Soon you’re both wheezing with laughter. You both slump into your seats, trying to collect yourselves. Midoriya speaks first.

“Yeah, I… I get that. I’d think that’s a common emotion when hanging around Hatsume.”

You can’t help your smile. “Only at least half of the time. But that’s what makes it fun. No one else like her.”

“That’s for sure.” Izuku leaned back in his seat, looking you over like he’s studying you. “So, I suppose we should actually introduce ourselves. I’m Izuku Midoriya. I do hero work.”

You laugh. “Y/N Y/L/N. I work for Mei and freelance art when I can.”

“Art, huh? What kind of stuff do you do?”

You’re briefly interrupted by the arrival of the first course. After the waiter leaves, Deku apologies. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to order for you, but this is one of those places where you pay them and they tell you what you’re going to eat.”

“It’s fine.” You say as you stare at the delicate wisp of some sort of thinly shaved vegetable with a dollop of strangely colored foam on top.

“You were saying what kind of art you do?” Deku cautiously was poking at the tiny fancy appetizer.

“A few different things really, but my passion is mural work. Latest job was in a maid cafe. They wanted something cute and floral, but they let me do what I wanted within that theme.”

The night continued on and was surprisingly easy. The food was delicious, the wine was better, and you were pleasantly surprised by the company. Maybe it was the wine softening you up, but as you looked across the table where Izuku was animatedly talking about how influential All Might’s example had been for him, you admitted to yourself that the green haired man was very handsome. And funny. And interesting. And you were trying very hard not to think about the way Midoriya’s large scarred hand wrapped around the delicate wine glass. It was a surprise when the final course was finished and Izuku was quietly taking care of the bill. He escorted you out of the building and you both stood awkwardly outside. Deku cleared his throat.

“If it’s not presuming too much, I’m not quite ready for tonight to end. Is it alright if I walk you home?”

“I’d like that. Like that a lot, actually.”

He smiled at you, and it was like the sun. You walked and talked animatedly. The conversation was so easy and fun, and a little flirty. Somewhere along the way your hands brushed together and holding hands became the most natural thing in the world. Time flew by as you walked together, your true destination long forgotten. You were only brought back to reality when out of the corner of your eye you saw a massive mural of pro hero asscheeks. When Izuku saw what you were looking at, he groaned.

“Could you please not check out my friend’s ass while we’re on a date?” He joked, gently elbowing your ribs. You laughed.

“I mean, you can’t blame me. It’s hard to miss.” You made a mental note to tell Mei that her paint formula was holding up beautifully.

“It’s a little embarrassing. Brushstroke is talented and all, but every mural is a time I couldn’t catch them.”

Maybe it was the wine still buzzing through your system. Maybe it was the thrill of it. Maybe you just wanted to see those beautiful green eyes widen. But you couldn’t help the next words out of your mouth.

“Well you might have an easier time if you ever actually figured my quirk out.”

“Yeah I…” He stopped. Stared. “You…” He stared harder, pulling away slightly as he looked your figure up and down. “You!!!”

“Surprise?” You laughed, and grinned at him. He was always so handsome when he was angry. You weren’t scared at all as he hauled you close.

“Do you have any idea how infuriating you are?”

“Pretty good idea, actually.”

“You’ve been leading me on goose chases for months!”

You grinned “Yes, will be our anniversary soon.”

Izuku groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waste. “You irredeemable brat!”

You would have replied, but in the next second he was fiercely smashing his mouth against yours. The kiss started harsh and desperate. The results of months of teasing and flirting. It gentled as the two of you stood there in the night, soft and sweet and full of affection the two of you had yet to put into words. The thought occurred to you that you’d have to thank Mei later. Your eyes opened as the two of you pulled away for breath. You started giggling almost immediately. Izuku pressed his forehead against yours.

“What’s so funny, darling?”

You smirked. “I never thought we’d have our first kiss while being mooned by Dynamight.”

Izuku groaned loudly before sweeping you up into his arms. You squawked and clung to him.

“That’s it.” He rumbled. “I’m going to spank you when I get you home, you fucking brat.”

“Promise?” you giggled.

You didn’t mind in the least when he shut you up with another kiss.

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eren x black reader

summary: when a rocky start of date night with eren ends well.

warnings: light smut, cursing, use of n word, aave, fingering, happy couple, a little arguing, that’s it I think.

word count: 1.6k

he’s supposed to be taking you on a date and he making y’all late with his unorganized ass. he won’t tell you where you guys are going so therefore it’s a ‘surprise’ date. but it’s not anything too special because you’re wearing casual closing.

he’s supposed to be taking you on a date and he making y’all late with his unorganized ass. he won’t tell you where you guys are going so therefore it’s a ‘surprise’ date. but it’s not anything too special because you’re wearing casual closing.

you were wearing a cute off the shoulder white blouse, some regular dark jeans, with some blue one’s. and you made sure to ask him multiple times if this was good enough for where you were going. eren wore a regular white tee with a brown plaid flannel, some jeans and brown one’s. so you didn’t have to change this time.

he came down the stairs and kissed you on the forehead while pulling you out the door. “wait nigga, let me at least lock my damn door first!” you yelled at him.

“babe stop. you know momma don’t play that.” he looked at you from leaning on the car.

“I told you so many times about calling my momma your momma. she don’t like you fool.”

“she do.”

“she don’t.” you kept going back and forth with him until you got the door locked and walked to the passenger side of the door, getting in and sitting down. seem like every time you wanna go somewhere you gotta wait for eren big nasty ass.

“how you supposed to be taking me on a date but taking forever to get in the car.” you complained from inside the car while eren got in.

“shut up, _____. my god. we not gonna be late, it opens at 9:00” he calmly told you. but you could tell he was getting frustrated with all your complaining.

“boy don’t tell me to shut up. I don’t know what type of hood hooligans you been messing with before me, but you know I don’t play that,” you paused and thought for a second until you continued. “and if it start at nine why the hell you had me getting ready to go at seven.” you asked looking at him crazy.

“calm down baby. and because you know how long you take.” he said smoothly. it instantly gave you butterflies. his voice was soft but stern at the same time.

the time was 8:13 so it probably wouldn’t take you guys long to get there. the drive there was silent, but you guys were both comfortable. he kept his eyes on the road, occasionally looking at you every time he got to a red light, and he would squeeze your thigh with his hand just a little to make you look up at him from your phone.

“we’re here.” he stopped the car in front of the skating rink. you looked up from your phone to the building that had the big words “skating rink” painted on the side and then to eren. you smiled. “baby, can you even skate?” you asked him while interlocking your fingers with his on the arm rest.

“let’s find out.” he said back, kissing your hand.

that’s how you ended up here. in the dim building with fluorescent lights flashing everywhere and skating to ‘can we talk’ with a bounce beat in the back. (sorry y’all, I’m from New Orleans and our staking rink play old school bounce.😭) eren was behind you, holding your hand as you went around the rink trying not to laugh at him.

he looks like a lost puppy following behind you, almost falling many times but balancing himself out and pushing forward. it took him a good hour to learn how to skate right. “baby slow down, I just got the hang of it.” he yelled over the music. you only giggled and kept skating.

the place smelled like cologne (axe), fabric freshener and feet. but it was still fun and you were glad eren brought you here and tried to skate even when he couldn’t. it made you feel bad for starting with him in the car and in the house before you got here. you wanted to take a break so you led him off the floor to an empty table.

“you having fun?” you asked looking at him sitting across from you.

“I’m having fun anytime I’m with you, _____.” not eren being sweet you thought.

“I’m sorry I was bitching in the car.” you apologized to him.

“you good babe. I know you don’t like last minute stuff, but I felt like we needed this time to ourselves.” he explained while getting up to sit on the side of you.

he wrapped his arm around you and laid his head on top of yours. “uhn uhn boy. I love you and all, but I just got my hair done and I can’t have no fly aways, imma look crazy.” you pushed him off playfully.

“bet.” he said laughing. he got up and went to the dj booth and told the dj to play your favorite song and you jumped up to grab him and skate while singing to him.

“don’t be all under me now, you can’t have fly aways remember?” he says skating away from you. you go after him and grab his arm. “stop playing with me eren.” and you started singing to him. he only laughed, but started singing with you.

after about two hours of skating eren took you to Buffalo Wild Wings to eat, because lord knows the food at the skating rink was too high to be so nasty.

he took a couple of pictures at the skating rink, and had other people that pictures of you guys together. there was one where you were sitting on his lap and smiling at the camera but he was looking at you, another one where he was looking at you and you looked back at him smiling, another one where you guys were in the rink holding hands skating and you guys also took pictures in the photo booth they had there.

he posted them all on his Instagram in a thread and captioned it date night. little did everyone know that skating and dining in a restaurant wasn’t the only thing you guys did.

once you guys finished eating, he took you to his house where zeke was out of town and it would be just you and him.

he kissed you as soon as you got into the door and started to feel on your body. he took his flannel off, then his shirt. eren picked you up and brought you over to the sofa still kissing you.

“you taste like ranch.” eren commented, then went back to kissing you.

“then stop kissing me nigga.” you pushed him off and he laughed.

“I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.” he whispered into your ear. it gave you chills. (ms. kitty was most definitely purring.) you kicked your shoes off and unbuttoned your jeans still kissing eren losing your breath. he pulled the jeans off of you and cupped your heat.

“shit.” he sighed almost happily. he knew what he was doing to you and it made yours face heat up. lucky he couldn’t see that shit, thank melanin.

“‘ren stop teasing me please.” you begged and led his hand to your clit. before you knew it, his hand was already inside your underwear.

“you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, palming your soaking folds before moving two fingers to play with your clit. His fingers, covered in your slick allowed him to move against the sensitive bud with delicate, circular strokes.

you were gripping his forearm with your nails digging into his skin as you tried to hold back your moans. it was hard. it was so hard. you found it hard to stop your moans because when he suddenly sunk two fingers inside without warning, you lost it.

your whimpers echoed through eren’s apartment while he slipped his fingers in and out of you. he only buried half, until he had his two whole fingers reaching your most sensitive spot. your eyes were half-lidded but he enjoyed the look on your face as he toyed with your tight cunt.

with every passing second you got closer and closer to your high. your toes were curling and your eyes were in the back of your head, you started shaking and before you knew it your juices were all over him. he looked a little surprised because you weren’t a squirter but he definitely made you one.

“since when did you start sq-“ he started but you cut him off with a groan.

“eren shut up.” the couch was soaked in your slick and god you were lucky that it’s leather or zeke and eren would literally kill you. he laughed a little and told you to get up and get over it. you didnt move so he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. that was not the last time you made a mess everywhere.

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